#montez sweat

[blackmensuited]

[the-football-chick]

Former Commanders Chase Young on why he and fellow starting defensive end Montez Sweat were traded last week.

[panfaristo]

I boldly bet that Montez is gay.

[bookuce]

Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it.

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book also uses the actual names of the wrestlers. Gionna is Liv, Austin is Xavier Woods, Josh is Jey Uso, Jon is Jimmy Uso, Trinity is Naomi, Alina is just Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO POST MY WORK ON ANY SITE*

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 2,297

PART ONE

PART TWO

“One! Two! Three!” Shouts the crowd. The bell would ring, signifying the end of the tag match. The Usos rolled out the ring quickly before an angry Street Profits could reach them. The tag match ended dirty. Montez’s shoulder was up, but the referee didn’t see it. Josh and Jon knew they got off without being caught and were celebrating on the ramp without care. They would eventually run to the back, vanishing behind the curtain.

Alina is informed to be at the gorilla for Josh and Jon for a backstage interview, and she can hear them as rowdy as ever, drawing near. They would pop out from the dark ramp, bouncing around with their championships in their hands. “Jimmy, Jey, can I get a word? What happened out there?” She says, catching their attention. Jon would drop his sweaty arm across her shoulders while Josh snatched the mic and her hand up.

“What happened out there? What happened out there, Uce, is that we won! Ain’t nothing else happened out there. The Street Profits thought they could hang with us, and what happened!”

“They got dropped!” Jon chimed in.

“They got dropped!” Josh repeats. “Ain’t no one taking these from us, Uce!”

“Yeet!”

“And if you think you got a chance,” Josh takes the mic out of Alina’s hands, blocking her from the camera. She took this as a chance to rid her hand of the sweat he left behind.

“Yeet!”

“You can get dropped too!”

“Yeet!”

“Cause at the end of the day, Uce, you the number twos, and we the ones!” Josh would end his promo with a raise of his pointer finger. His twin would follow suit before they both walked off towards the locker rooms. The cameraman would put his camera down, and the light on its head turned off.

“That was good.” Alex, the cameraman, would say, causing Alina to nod in agreement.

“Ay, Lina!” Josh shouts from across the large hall. “We going out tonight! Don’t make no plans!” Every time they successfully defended their championships, they wanted to go out. Though their night was ending, Alina had to stick around for the last two matches in case the company needed her for backstage interviews.

“Too late!” She teases.

“Cancel that shit, Uce!” Jon shouts, making Alina chuckle softly.

“Text me the details!” She shouts back.

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Alina didn’t do much clubbing anymore. As she got older, she noticed the club crowd got younger. At thirty-two years old, she just didn’t see the hype anymore. That and it always took her days to recover. Getting her out of the house or a hotel room wasn’t an easy accomplishment, but somehow, Josh could do it every time. Maybe it was because he would harass her until she said yes; He always knew how to make her say yes.

She didn’t like that, but he loved it.

Here she was, standing in a nightclub surrounded by sloshed party-goers, and she had no idea where her group was. What she did know was that she needed a drink. If she was going to be able to tolerate being here, she needed to join the masses. She moved through the crowd, her eyes fixated on the glowing bar at the back of the large room. She hadn’t received any text messages from Josh in over forty-five minutes. All he had to say the last time they spoke was that he was here. When she gets to the bar, she squeezes between two people. They didn't pay her any mind, but the bartender saw her just as she got in.

“What can I get for you?” He asks.

“Vodka sprite, please!” She answered. The bartender quickly moved from her sight to prepare her drink for her. While Alina waited, she took her phone out of her pocket. The screen lit up, showing that she still had no new messages. Her thumb swipes up to unlock it, tapping the messages icon immediately after. Josh’s name was at the top of her inbox, her last message still there. She’d click on the message thread to type up a new message.

Alina: Hey, I’m here at the bar.

The screen would go dark after she sent the message, but she would keep the phone in her hand. The bartender would return with her drink, a smile on his face. “Thank you.” She says. She’d hand over her debit card, allowing him to swipe it. He asked her if she would want to start a tab, but she’d declined. She knew her drinks were on Josh once he found her. She glanced down at her phone; Still no new messages.

A hand would touch the small of her back, causing her to jump. Alina glanced over her left shoulder to find a man who wasn’t her best friend. This man towered over her. If she had to guess his height, she would say he was six foot five inches. He gives her a grin. “Hi,” He greets her.

“Hi.” She returns.

He leans down slightly; his mouth is in listening shot of her ear. “I’m Gavin, and you are?” He holds his hand out for her to shake.

“Alina.” She says, taking his hand. She shakes it gently before letting go of it. “Am I in your way? I can move.” She begins to make space for him. Gavin’s hand rests on her shoulder, stopping her from moving more.

“I came over here for you,” He starts. “I couldn’t walk away without telling you you're beautiful.” Heat began to rise in Alina’s face as her eyes shifted to the floor.

“Thank you.” She says, looking up at the guy again. Gavin wasn’t bad-looking. His black hair was shaggy on his head, his eyes a deep brown that looked almost black. His skin was pale, but his cheeks were faintly pink. He had a nostalgic feel to him overall.

“Are you here with anyone?” He asks.

“I…”

“Yeah, she’s with me, Uce.” A familiar voice chimes in. Josh eyes the man in front of him before holding out his hand. “You good, baby?” He asks, glancing at Alina. Took him long enough, she thought. She slips her hand into his warm one, instantly pulled to the Samoan. Once she was near him, he would slide his arm around her waist. Mentally, Alina took a deep breath to steady her now racing heart.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says, leaning in to kiss his earlobe. Josh’s collected demeanor wouldn’t falter at the action, but boy, was he doing somersaults in his head. Gavin glances between the two before letting his brown eyes settle on Alina.

“Lucky man.” He says before turning to vanish back into the crowd.

Alina turns to look at Josh. “Damn, I thought you forgot how to use a phone.” She takes a step away from him.

“My bad, I didn’t know you texted me.” He says. Josh takes in Alina’s appearance. He couldn’t verbally tell her how good she looked, but he’s sure she knows. Of course, she knows how attractive she is. He was always having to fight off men on her behalf. Was he fighting off men for his sake or her own? Both? Both. He was selfish like that. Selfish, possessive—whatever you wanted to call it, he was that.

Alina noticed his staring. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide that he was doing it. He was blatant about things he did when it came to her. “Where is everyone?” She asks, snapping him out of his trance. He looks in two directions before allowing his eyes to settle on her.

“Oh, uh, we got a section. Come on.” Josh snatches up her hand again, pulling her through the crowd. They would zigzag through the dancefloor before making it to a set of stairs. A security guard stood there, blocking people who weren’t them from going up. He would step to the side to allow Josh and Alina to pass. They’d climb the stairs, finding themselves in an area lit up blue. In the corner was a bar that resembled the same as the bottom but smaller.

“Yay, he found her!” Gionna exclaims, jumping up from her seat on a white couch. With one hand, Alina hugs her friend. Josh stood to the side of them, watching the two women interact.

“You gonna let her go, Uce?” Jon shouts at him. The eldest twin always had time to tease Josh and Alina about their relationship. It wasn’t a friendship to him. He was beyond calling it that, as was everyone around them. The only two that were fighting for the title of friendship were the two people involved. Josh reluctantly lets go of her hand, and Alina notices instantly. Her eyes meet his back as he’s walking towards the couch.

“Have you gotten a drink yet?” Gionna asks.

It was then Alina realized she left her drink downstairs at the bar. She looks over the ledge, spotting the small cup sitting at the bar with no one around it. Well, she wasn’t going back for that. “No.” She answers, looking at the petite blonde in front of her. Gionna snatches up the same hand Josh previously held and pulls her over to the bar.

“Alina looks good,” Austin says, watching Alina and Gionna walk towards the bar. Josh and Jon look at each other before Josh looks off in the distance. He could feel his blood pressure rising by the second.

“Not too much on my sister-in-law, Uce,” Jon says. Trinity would slap Jon’s chest, making him bring his hand up to cover himself. Josh looks at his brother, pointing his finger at him.

“Quit playing with me, Jon! I done told you!” His brother would laugh, kicking his feet slightly at the reaction he’d gotten from his little brother.

“Oh, so she’s free game?” Austin asks, standing up.

“This ass whooping can be free game.” Josh snaps, rising with him. “Try it if you want to.” He warns. Austin lowered his eyes at Josh, a mischievous grin on his face. Slowly, he sits down. He wasn’t in the loop about what happens within The Usos friend group, but this little interaction told him everything he needed to know.

“So, like I said, not too much on my sister-in-law,” Jon repeats with a smile. “He don’t play about her.” Josh shoots a glare in his brother’s direction before sitting down.

Gionna ordered a tray of tequila shots at the bar for their group. She got twelve shots for six people. She was on an unspoken mission to loosen everyone up. Now that Lina was here, Gionna knew that the energy in their space would be different. Without fail, Josh and Alina always get weird around each other. “What’s new with you?” She would ask, making a quiet Alina speak up.

“Nothing,” She breathes. “I’m not complaining, though. After that last attempt, I decided to take a break from dating. It’s not worth it.”

“Why? Because of Josh?”

Alina was quiet for a moment. That was part of the reason, but not for what everyone’s thinking. She brings her index finger to her mouth, rubbing slightly at the bottom of her lower lip. It was something she often did when she was choosing her words. “I’m due for some much-needed reflection.” She settled, glancing at her friend. Gionna grinned, her lips twitching as she fought a laugh. “What?”

“Whatever the fuck that means.” She says, laughing at Alina. “I mean, I’m not one to judge…”

“You are right now!” Alina exclaims, causing Gionna to laugh more. The bartender places a tray of shots on the bar before them. Gionna grabs them, moving off her seat. Without another word, she turns to go back to their group. Alina follows behind her, quickly downing the Sex On The Beach cocktail she purchased. She’s going to need more by the end of the night.

“I come baring gifts!” Gionna shouts when they get back to their section. She places the shots on the table and drops down next to Austin, leaving a spot next to Josh open. She sits down, her body turned in towards everyone. Everyone reached for their two shots.

Josh sniffs his shots. “Girl, is this tequila?” He asks.

“Oh, hell nah, Gigi,” Jon says, shaking his head. “This ain’t gonna work for us.” The twins are both leaning to put their shots down.

“No balls.” She says. They pause, glancing up at her.

“Who!?” They shout in unison. They sit up again with their shots in their hands, ready to toss both back. Reverse psychology beats their asses without fail each time.

“Ooh, let’s toast, y’all!” Trin shouts, scooting to the edge of her seat. She holds a shot glass up. “Congrats to my honey and his brother for retaining their championships! Here’s to another successful defense and friendship!” She exclaims. Everyone cheered, leaning in to toast their glasses.

Josh turns to toast his shot glasses at Alina before they both toss them back. The alcohol warms their chests, but they both make a face of disgust before setting their glasses down. “You want another drink?” He asks, tapping her leg. “Vodka Sprite?” She nods. He stands to his feet, moving around her to the bar. Alina watches after him, a soft smile on her face.

“Alina,” Austin sings, sliding over to her. “How are you?” He asks.

“I’m good,” She answers. “You?”

“Oh, never better.” He replies. “Say, I have a question for you…” The pair wasn’t aware, but Jon and Trin were watching. The eldest twin had a grin on his face, not because Alina was talking to anyone, but because Josh was going to lose his fucking shit when he got back.

NEXT PART

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A/N: Hi! This chapter is a little long! It would’ve been longer but I chose to stop here! I’m sorry if it’s awkward or anything!!

Jey (Josh) is gonna blow a gasket LMAO

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[wexhappyxfew]

stray bullets

(a/n): it's been a long time coming, but.....i am beyond excited to share this piece. focused on some early days with kennedy x bucky, i wanted to dig into kennedy and her character (and her fun internal monologue) and introduce exactly how she's connected with bucky - because let's be honest, even she doesn't know how it happened. please enjoy!! :D (also...it's a bit of a long one - i was having some fun haha!)

The silence around the interrogation table was enough to mess with any person's head; whether they were the command pilot, like Lieutenant Bradshaw, or a tail gunner, like Marianne Salinger, they all seemed to sit in reserved quietness as they festered in the happenings of just an hour ago.

Sweat trickled down the sides of her face as she leaned against the wooden table, picking at pieces that were peeling up, trying to keep her eyes away from the maps sprawled out, and that big leather-jacket notebook where Bessie kept all her notes, coordinates and documentation for what planes had gone down - when and where. The other tables were much more lively - louder, chatty, a bit of yelling even. The Silver Bullets table was quiet, and they were all sure it had to do with the notable lack of their flight engineer, who was currently at the Med-Bay, bloodied and unconscious.

Margie Harlowe was on all of their minds it seemed.

And the thought of having to recount the events leading up to that point, made Kennedy want to vomit. The hit had come just as they were on the 90 degree turn to get the bombs ready to drop. Achterberg had taken control of the plane, with Bradshaw and Montez working to guide the B-17 swiftly to the side, as the onslaught of flak and bullets sprayed from the German fighters swinging around above them.

Kennedy remembered the yelp and anguished cry of pain that had come from her headset, the blood-curdling scream for help that had Kennedy forgetting about her .50 cal and racing towards where the top turret was. She couldn't get that look on Margie's face out of her mind; sobbing, horrified, the blood covering half her face, Stagliano trying to calm Margie down the best she could, while waving off the sad excuse of help that Kennedy had been. Freezing up like that, what was she thinking?

"Sergeant Farley." Kennedy's head snapped up - she didn't realize she'd blanked out, staring at the dried blood on her hands, shoved up underneath her fingernails, and had her name being called all at once. She met the eyes of the interrogator and swallowed.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw said you were there when you got Sergeant Harlowe out of the top turret." the interrogator started, "Can you recount that for me?" Kennedy stared at him, suddenly feeling the eyes of everyone at the table and some of the surrounding upper brass, on her.

Colonel Harding had stood in the background, hand nervously resting on his upper lip, eyes masked in worry as the group had come in - it seemed whenever something happened to Silver Bullets, he was always at interrogation, especially their table. Making sure wrongs were righted and that whatever was going on, was fixed. He looked out for them.

"I was, sir," Kennedy managed out, shifting a bit, as more sweat dripped down her face, briefly catching the worried look from Judy just a few people down. Her eyes caught on Vivian's gaze opposite her own. She then found Francis watching her, and tried to avoid her emotions that she felt as she noted the ones in their co-pilot's own. The only thing keeping her steady was Lieutenant Bradshaw's presence beside her.

In some innate way, having Lieutenant Bradshaw there kept her from losing it.

"It was quick," Kennedy said, "I figured flak or….something from one of the fighters. German fighters. Bullet spray." Kennedy saw Paulina nod her on encouragingly.

"Sergeant Ratcliff was manning her post….so, I went to Sergeant Harlowe," Kennedy said, her eyes filling with tears, her voice breaking, "I got her out of there. As quick as I could. I…I laid her down. There was blood…..everywhere…." Kennedy trailed off. She was staring at her hands again, covered in blood. Margie's blood.

"I was able to stop the bleeding from both the side of her face and her shoulder. Took what bandage was there and wrapped her shoulder. Set it in a splint." Paulina said quickly, her words firm and much more logically-backed and confident than Kennedy's would ever be, "I ensured that there weren't blocked airways and she could breathe. It was a joint effort, Sergeant Farley and I, to ensure her safety." Kennedy looked to Paulina and gave her a slow nod of thanks, to which Paulina nodded back. Because that's what they did for each other; having each other's backs like this.

"Alright," the interrogator said, making a few extra notes before clearing his throat and looking towards Lieutenant Bradshaw, who was sat there stoic and quiet, "we lost Browning and Alder. How many chutes….?"

Kennedy watched in a reeling bit of slow motion as Judy sat there and recounted the number of chutes she had seen, Marianne and Francis chiming in with their own recounts and visuals. How many more chutes would they have to count, planes going down all around, before this would be over? Before this nightmare would end?

Kennedy looked to the empty chair where Margie would've sat and felt her heart sag and her throat tighten with emotion she had been forcing herself not to feel. It was eerily similar to when Captain Faulkner had taken the hit. When she had died. They still had sat around this stupid interrogation table, having to talk about that mission, about what had happened, with Captain Faulkner's chair left open, her presence highly gone. They all remembered that. It hurt.

Whether it was the fact she was sat at that table, or was used to a constant presence of eyes, she glanced upwards and found, from the middle opening space where some of the brass would linger in times like this, Major Egan watching her, his hands placed on his hips, and his eyes seeking out her own.

Kennedy had never been wrapped up in any sort of long-winded conversation with Major Egan - their differences in rank and formalities were already a larger factor than needed when it came to talking to him and she didn't want to incite any sort of inappropriate ideas past that. They'd debated about baseball a few times - her, a raging Red Sox fan, him a stupid Yankees fan - and they'd even had a few conversations that were outside that realm. But it was never anything much more than that. And she intended to keep it that way. Yet, something in his gaze made her not want to look away from his face, from his eyes, from his presence stood there in the center of the room.

"Sergeant Farley?" She snapped her head away from his eyes and back to the table - many of which of the Silver Bullets girls were currently watching Kennedy with sorrowful and worried expressions, while Lieutenant Bradshaw eyed her curiously.

"Sorry?"

"The number of chutes from Browning. That you saw?" the interrogator asked. Kennedy righted herself and straightened her back.

"Right."

When they were dismissed, after Kennedy had been sat, blanked out for a greater portion of her time there in the seat, Lieutenant Bradshaw had caught her before she could run away, pulling her to the side, with a warm hand on her shoulder and a soft look in her eyes.

"You should go visit her," Annie said quietly, "I can tell by the look in your eye that you won't change out of these clothes or eat until you do." Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw did know her rather well in that sense.

"Yes, ma'am, I will," Kennedy said firmly, reaching up to wipe at the beads of sweat still trickling down her face - whether from the stress still circulating her body or the idea of Margie there on a cot, unconscious, she wasn't sure, "you do the same." Annie watched her with a smile before reaching up to squeeze her shoulder.

"I will, Farley," she said, before patting her shoulder, "and wash up. A few of the girls were planning on heading to the flying club tonight. Destress and all." Kennedy smiled softly and nodded.

"Will do." she said and Annie smiled before turning and heading off - leave it to Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw to instill what comfort they all needed after something like that. Birdie used to do much of the same - Annie even had the same look in her eye as Birdie usually did after a mission. Kennedy smiled slightly.

"Sergeant Farley." The achingly familiar voice struck her system and she turned to her left to find Major Egan walking towards her, as she watched him approach with that slow, even and swaggering gait, his crusher cap a bit lopsided on his head, sweat dropping down the sides of his face, as he wore that stupid, beige sheepskin jacket that she had offhandedly made fun of him for that one time (and proceeded to rub in her face ever since).

"Sir." she said, saluting him quickly as he came to a stop in front of her and shook his head, reaching up to bring her arm down from the position she'd taken up.

"Nah, nah, don't worry about that bullshit," he said and she raised her brows, "Harlowe. Sergeant Harlowe - is she good? Is she alright?" Kennedy stared at him, her heart pulsating inside her chest in a way that made her unable to get her breathing entirely under control. She watched him, tilting her head to the side and then managed to find her footing.

"Not entirely, but she's alive," she said firmly, with a nod, "flak hit up top. Or….stray bullets. Either way, she was hit and knocked out. But she's fine now." Kennedy watched him as she spoke, his eyes refusing to leave her own as he stared down at her, his larger-than-life presence soaking up every part of the view in front of her, the worry in his eyes, covered with that joking nature a slight surprise and the deep breaths he was taking enough to make her fail at controlling her own.

"And yourself?" he asked her, the corner of his lips poking upwards, a smile fighting to be on his face.

"Me? Sir, I, uh, I'm fine," she said quickly, sputtering a bit like a small child, "I'm fine seriously-"

"Good, good," he said quickly - they were pretty quick with whatever they seemed to be talking about here, "just…..when the planes came back and Harding said something about Silver Bullets taking a hit, I thought…..thought the whole goddamn plane had gone down from the way he was fucking talking so." She stared at him. He stopped talking and then stared at her, before running a hand over his face and nodding to her. She stared back at him, unsure of what to say.

For probably the first time in a long time, looking at him, she did not know what to say. This panicked approach to this sudden stillness and quiet. There were voices all around them, nurses bustling about with medics and doctors, and pilots with their crews meandering away from interrogation like limp horses, dragging gear that was nothing but a pile of garbage behind them. And the smells - like gasoline, smoke and death wafted through the air, enough to make a person want to vomit. She needed to go see Margie, and she was beyond sure that Major Egan had somewhere better to be as well. Kennedy wanted to move her feet, but she couldn't. No part of her was moving or even ready to move. Major Egan was stock-still in front of her as well.

"Is there….something else, uh, sir?" Kennedy didn't know what to do with Major Egan sometimes - call him sir, but he told her not to bother? Call him sir because he was the one who held rank? Major Egan continued to watch her and then ran a hand down his slightly sweaty face and shook his head.

"No." he said quickly, firmly, "You should get a check on Sergeant Harlowe. Make sure she's alright when she wakes up." If she wakes up, Kennedy thought, but that sour idea in her mind disappeared as Major Egan nodded to her. She stared at him for a moment longer, before she slowly nodded to him, turning away from him. She took a few steps before she could hear his footsteps and feel the placement of his hand wrapped around her elbow.

"Farley," he said, his voice quieter, as she stopped her paces and turned, her eyes searching his own as she looked at him, "seriously, you alright?" She stared at him, slightly surprised at the way his voice had grown softer, his eyes less vibrant than normal.

"Yes," she told him, but as he tilted his head towards her, she felt her heart race a bit faster than normal and couldn't help but take a shaky step back from him, "it was just a lot today that's all. But it's a lot every day. Nothing new. Can't complain." Major Egan watched her, like he was trying to diagnose whatever the fuck was currently wrong with her, acting like she didn't just watch their flight engineer and closest companion almost die.

"You like the jacket?" he asked her quietly, and it didn't take long for what stress she had in her mind and heart to roll back into that violent ocean crawl of waves and a small laugh to leave her lips.

"Is that why you came waltzing over here?" she asked him, her voice low, as she crossed her arms, "Because if that's all this was about, I'm just going to head to the Med-Bay now." Major Egan let out a dry chuckle and looked to her.

"And if I told you it was?"

"I would happily discard that jacket for you, even start a bonfire." she said, "We could get real fancy." She stared at him. "It looks ridiculous."

"You sure about that?" he said, popping up the collar, which made her roll her eyes, "I think it fits me pretty well."

"I would beg to differ," she said, "seriously, an A-2 would do you one better."

"You going sweet on me, Farley?"

"Since when did that idea get into your head?"

"You like me in my A-2, admit it."

"It would look better than that shitty thing."

"C'mon, Farley, don't leave me hangin' now." She raised a brow at him as she crossed her arms across her chest and smirked his way.

"Goodbye, John." she said, with a grin, turning away, only to have him placing his hand on her shoulder and turning her back around. She looked up at him.

"For someone so hellbent on making his rounds, you sure seem to like hanging around me." she said quietly, with a small smile, watching as his eyes seemed to twinkle in the hazy afternoon sunlight.

"Consider it a compliment." he offered her.

"A compliment?" she said with a small smile, "Didn't know you handed those out. And for free?"

"Farley…." he said with a slight groan in his voice that made her laugh as she reached forward and nudged his shoulder.

"It's okay to admit that, Margie says I'm a grand friend to have anyway," she said, watching his gaze soften at her, "it means a lot, truly."

"Friend's a word." he said with a shrug, his face tensing up slightly as she stared at him.

"Yeah." she said, with a nod, "And so is goodbye." He stared at her and she smiled up at him.

"I'm only kidding," she said, before her face fell a bit, "seriously, you okay? You weren't even on the mission and you look seriously fucked up." Kennedy had hoped that keeping up with this banter, this light-hearted, dare she call it flirting, maybe would lift his worrisome and lonely spirits, but he seemed drawn into himself and concave again and she wasn't sure what more to say.

Hey, even going as far to compliment his physique's correlation to an A-2 was pretty nice of her!

And something she wasn't actually lying about - not like she had spent too long staring at his broad shoulders over breakfast the other day (but no one except her knew).

"Didn't know you handed out compliments with a side of self-degradation, now huh?" he said and she let out a scoff and crossed her arms to look at him again.

"Seriously, John, what's wrong?"

"You can call me, Bucky, remember?"

"John."

"Nothing's wrong. Nothing, just…." he looked around, that lazy smile on his face, and looked back at her, hands rested on those hips of his again and looked to her, "does anything have to be wrong when I come to talk to you?"

"Usually there is something wrong."

"Kennedy-"

"Alright, look," she said, "if you don't budge, I'm gonna head to the Med-Bay, check in on Margie." She was playing her emotions really well, so well she had almost forgotten the mission altogether.

"So, you gonna tell me what's wrong, or am I going to have to decode it from you myself? Beg on my hands and knees? Don't make me look that pathetic." Major Egan watched her with a slight smirk and she shoved his shoulder again.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like whattt?" he said as she rolled her eyes with a laugh, "Oh, c'mon, Kennedy, I'm supposed to hear that Silver Bullets took a hit and not think about you?"

Kennedy's smile dropped and it seemed the realization hit Major Egan at the same time and for a moment, they were just standing there, staring at each other like deer in headlights. She couldn't look away from his eyes, because for the first time there was something more than besides his usually flirty, joking self. Hell, that was just how he normally was - no stake in the ground with a soul, moving with the wind, taking him where the Lord put him, all that bullshit. For a second, she almost thought she wasn't hearing him straight and was going to leave it at that. But no, he'd said that and she was sure her face matched the color of her dirtied ginger hair and her strawberry-blonde ends.

"Egan!" The two turned from each other, in what had been a…rather intense stare down and found Crank coming towards him, "Harding needs us!"

"Give me a fucking second, Crank! I'm talking here!" Major Egan yelled back before turning to her and gulping, before parting his lips as if to speak. She stared at him still, unable to find the words that would amount to much of anything.

"Don't give me lip, Bucky - look, we gotta go!" Major Egan turned.

"Just a minute, Crank, seriously." Major Egan called out before turning to her still stood there.

"You really should go." she finally said, her voice somewhat hoarse as she did so, like she couldn't get the words out right, "Colonel Harding-"

"I don't care what Harding thinks right now," he said firmly looking at her, "look, Farley, I-"

"It's fine." she said quickly, plastering on a smile quickly and a nod, "I'm fine." Major Egan looked far from convinced in that moment. Because she wasn't convinced herself.

He had heard Silver Bullets took a hit and suspected immediately it was her?

That's why he had looked at her like that?

In interrogation?

She wasn't much to him, so she thought, at least - what…the few conversations they'd share? She'd practically egged him on into conversations about baseball where it was less of a discussion and more of a debate. If anything, he should've heard Silver Bullets and suspected about Annie or Francis.

"Go on," she said, shoving down her feelings and emotions, offering a small smile, "Colonel Harding sounds like he really needs to talk to you. Plus, if you must continue to talk about your stupid sheepskin, I'll be at the flying club later. Maybe I'll even beat you in darts. Again." Major Egan stared at her, for the first time, a little wordless and nodded.

"Kennedy, I-"

"It's fine." she said, convincing herself the very same - if she acted like she didn't hear it from his lips, then it never happened. He never said those words, never looked at her like that, never even bothered to tell her he was worried about her after hearing about Silver Bullets getting hit. If she ignored it, it wasn't what had happened.

And it was better that way.

"Bucky-"

"A second, Crank, please!" Major Egan yelled over his shoulder again, before looking at her and sighing, jabbing a thumb behind him.

"I gotta…." he started, his words fading as he managed a weak smile at her.

"Yeah, yeah," she said quickly, with a nod, and a forced smile.

"Let me know how Harlowe is…?"

"I will." she said as he began to backpedal backwards, his eyes holding hers still. Then, she watched Crank come up to Major Egan's shoulder and spin him around before pointing and frantically talking. Then they were walking away and disappeared. Kennedy stood there like the wind had just been taken out of her sail. Why'd she act like that?

"Hey! Kenny!" Kennedy turned and found Judy coming up to her, with Bessie and Carrie behind her, splitting a few cookies in their hands, "Here you are. We thought we couldn't find you." Kennedy stared at Judy, who came up beside her, with bright eyes, before looking to Bessie and Carrie, who shared a look before looking at Kennedy.

"You alright, Farley?" Bessie asked her, glancing in the general direction of where Major Egan had wandered off to, "What'd Bucky want?" Kennedy snapped into her usual collected self (which took far more effort today than usual) and ran a hand over her hair, cringing at bit at the smell of oil and grease that followed - which undoubtedly Major Egan had smelled - and sighed.

"Heard about Margie." she said firmly, cooly, kind of quick at that, like she couldn't get the words out fast enough to cover her ass, "He knows we're close and wanted to check in. Make sure things were okay."

"Always sticking his nose into all our bullshit," Carrie muttered, crunching off a piece of the sugar cookie and shaking her head, "you know I heard the other day he was trying to ask Bradshaw for a tour of Silver Bullets. Next thing you know, I'm tearing into him, telling him he touches my area, my shit, it's over for him-"

"He just wanted to make sure she was okay, Bergie," Kennedy said with a shrug, "guess it just gets old, hearing about losing people. Over and over."

"Especially someone from Silver Bullets." Judy finished for her, "Bucky's always been sweet as peaches to me, anyway. It's mighty kind of him to come and check up on you. Knowing how close you two are. He's got an awful soft-spot for Silver Bullets."

"Some soft spot." Carrie said with a slight chuckle and smirk, glancing at Kennedy, who rolled her eyes, ignoring the looks, and glanced back to the direction of where Major Egan had gone.

"Let's go to the Med-Bay," Judy said, "I'm sure Margie would want to see us when she wakes."

"What this face?" Carrie said, "We all look like sorry excuses for circus clowns."

"At least a little flak never scared off that charisma, Bergie." Bessie said as she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and the whole group burst into chuckles as they headed towards the Med-Bay, sharing cookies and smiles.

But all that was on her mind, until the hit the Med-Bay doors was that Major Egan had thought of her, when Silver Bullets was said to have gotten a nasty hit.

Her.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕠 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣 - ℂ𝕙. 𝕍: 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ⚜

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ ✧.*★ Thank you to @evren-sadwrn for the beta read!

Summary: As promised, Chidi helps Vincent get out of his fencing clothes.

TW: smut (anal), lack of aftercare, jealousy, bickering, violent thoughts

Author's Note: I accidentally stole the line "I didn't say you could leave" from Evren in this Vincent x Chidi fic that you should definitely go read!

A golden lock clicking into place. Salt. Vanilla. Roses. Sweat and too-sweet cologne, gathered in the hollows under Vincent’s collarbones. Unspeakable scent of something at once princely and animal. Glowing skin, haloed in heat that touches the lips even before they make contact. Smooth hardwood slamming into his back, a weak but insistent hand pinning him against the door by the throat, a velvet tongue forcing its way between his teeth. Chidi felt these sensations hurled at him, like diamonds thrown into his lap. A hardness that physically struck him, so sudden and powerful it ached.

And then it pulled away just as suddenly. “Déshabillez-vous. [Strip.]”

Of course, Chidi obeyed. He was naked in front of the Comte now, and anything could happen to him. Vincent could humiliate him, mock him, even report him for indecency just for a laugh. And he didn’t care. It was only in his own eagerness that he realized how badly he had wanted this, that he had pined for it not just in these strange few days, but for years. Probably from the first moment he laid eyes on Vincent and felt something devastatingly vulnerable stirring beneath those glassy green irises.

That same vulnerability was stirring there even now as the Comte surveyed him, a hunger for soul-deep contact, a demand to be seen and to be worshipped. What was it, exactly? How was it conveyed? Was it in that half-lidded, unfocused sort of drooping? The way those pupils seemed to fix on no particular point and then to fix on him for just a fraction of a second, not daring to look for any longer? Whatever it was, it made him ravenous, it hardened his muscles to the point of trembling as his whole body tried to become Vincent’s rock, Vincent’s safe place to rest.

Was this really happening? He pulled away the fencing jacket with pure reverence, slid the puckered fabric of white slacks down over endless thighs until a pretty, glistening, rosy thing exposed itself to him, stealing his breath. He was really seeing his master’s cock, after trying not to picture it, trying to respect it, trying not to even look there... And now he could stay there, kneeling, to slip Vincent’s shockingly delicate feet out of now-scuffed white shoes, with that gorgeous length (proportionate to the Comte’s height) at the level of his lips.

All he wanted was to put it down his throat.

“Que dois-je faire pour vous, monsieur ? [What should I do for you, sir?]”

Vincent saw him looking, but only laughed. “Montez sur le lit. Face cachée. [Get on the bed. Face down.]”

Oh.

The heavy, embroidered comforter that he had hesitated even to touch a few days ago pressed up against his chest, his navel, his cock. Every thread stood out in urgent vividness, an anticipation of pleasure and pain. How long had it been since he’d been with another man? Not since he had joined the Myrmadons, that much was certain. Their lifestyle left little room for leisure, and even less for privacy. “Monsieur, je suis… hors entraînement. S'il vous plaît, soyez doux avec moi. [Sir, I am…out practice. Please be gentle with me.]”

There were hands sweeping over his ass, as if studying its shape. Vincent’s voice was casual, conversational. “Tu sais, tu es le seul à pouvoir me parler de cette façon et à avoir un espoir d'être entendu. Je crois que je t'aime bien. Tu m'as intrigué, l'autre jour, avec ce pétale de rose. Assez pour que je pense que j’aimerais faire ça de temps en temps. [You know, you are the only one who can speak to me that way and have any hope of being heard. I think I like you. You intrigued me, the other day, with that rose petal. Enough that I think I’d like to do this from time to time.]” The hands pulled away and he could hear the movement of a drawer. There was no warning before the first finger plunged into him, but it was slick with lube, and tenderly, teasingly slow. Vincent leaned forward across his back to take him by throat and continued whispering, now right into his ear. “Et si tu exploites ça, si jamais tu agis comme si je te dois ça ou si tu me prends pour acquis… [And if you exploit that, if you ever act like I owe you for this or take me for granted…]” A second finger plunged into him, no longer so gentle. He bit back a gasp. “Je vais vous expliquer. Est-ce que tu comprends? [I’ll run you through. Do you understand?]”

“O-Oui. Oui, monsieur.”

“Bien!” It was almost bubbly, the way he said it. Chidi could hear his smile. Vincent nipped affectionately at his ear before bouncing back up to a sitting position on top of his thighs. His fingers shifted angle as he did and Chidi couldn’t contain a moan. The soft, slow fucking resumed. He struggled to relax, to loosen up…It was a gift to be treated so gently and he didn’t want to make his master impatient in the midst of such kindness. But he wasn’t waiting anyway. A third finger, and Chidi almost screamed. Whether it was the pain or the stimulation, he did not know. Vincent felt the way he tensed and started rubbing his back, far more concerned for his comfort than he could ever have anticipated. “Êtes-vous d'accord? [Are you okay?]”

Chidi realized there were tears pricking his eyes. “Oui. Je vous suis tellement reconnaissant, monsieur… d'avoir pensé à moi. [Yes. I’m so grateful to you, sir…for thinking of me.]” He forced out the words through the haze of pain and the heat building below his stomach.

Vincent leaned down and kissed the center of his back. So uncharacteristically delicate. But that kindness only extended so far. “Ne jouis pas sur ma literie, Chidi. Je ne veux pas de désordre. [Don’t cum on my bedding, Chidi. I don’t want a mess.]”

“D’accord.”

Then everything drew back, leaving him momentarily empty. His cock throbbed in protest. “Es-tu prêt? [Are you ready?]”

“Oui.”

And then all pretense of delicacy was gone, and Vincent plunged inside him, and all the way out, and in again. He was not remotely ready. Every thrust was a stab, a knife echoing all the way through to the length of his shaft, pleasure chasing every twist of pain like poison on the blade. It stole his breath and threatened at every moment to send him over the edge but he held on as promised. Don’t think about the way Vincent’s hips drove his cock deep into the comforter, hugged at all sides by soft silk and gold threads.  He tried to focus on the pain instead but it only turned him on even more. Vincent was unleashing on him, using him, his rhythm thoughtless and frantic, nails digging into his hips. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

But neither of them could last long at this rate. He felt Vincent change pace to something totally self-serving, no longer focused on anything except rubbing himself against Chidi’s tightness as fast as possible. The sheer desperation of it nearly overwhelmed him after all. His hands were already clenching fistfuls of silk in a bid to contain himself when he heard Vincent whine, “Chidi… putain…” and felt that delectable rush of heat inside him.

And then it was over. He was empty, face down and still achingly hard while Vincent wiped himself off and ordered him to dress and quit the room. Chidi could barely hear him over the ringing in his ears. There was something horrible about it…and something beautiful in knowing that every bit of humiliation he felt was pride fed directly into Vincent.

Trembling, he collected his clothes while the Comte did the same. He had already finished buttoning his own suitcoat when he moved to collect Vincent’s from the back of the plush chair in front of his desk. The desk was strewn with personal effects – clearly the Comte had not expected to have guests in his room. There was, for instance, a letter in clumsy French, signed with love by Santino D’Antonio.

“Qu'est ce que tu regardes? [What are you looking at?]” Vincent demanded, his voice suddenly sharp. But it was too late.

“Je m'excuse d'avoir vu quoi que ce soit. Ce n'était pas mon intention. [I apologize for seeing anything. It was not my intention.]”

“Et qu'as-tu vu ? [And what did you see?]”

Chidi just turned his head to the side, staring out the window. Of course, he suspected Vincent had many lovers. But this seemed like something more. Someone who exchanged letters, who expected him back a certain time. Anger flared up in his chest. How dare this Santino expect anything at all of Vincent? “Vous traite-t-il bien, monsieur ? [Does he treat you well, sir?]”

Vincent snatched the letter from the desk and the jacket from his arm. “Quel genre de question est ce? Vous n'avez pas le droit de connaître mes affaires. [What kind of question is that? You have no right to know about my affairs.]” No, then. Not as well as I’d treat you, Chidi thought. He gave a forced nod and turned to leave the room. The ache between his thighs was quickly turning from delicious to sickening, and spreading up to his heart.

“Je n'ai pas dit que tu pouvais partir ! [I didn’t say you could leave!]”

Chidi froze in place, facing his master. His lips were clamped together in silent obedience, but his nostrils flared with every breath.

The Comte couldn’t look at him. “… Ne le dis pas à mon père. Ne parlez à personne de Santino ou de… ça. Si vous le faites, je veillerai personnellement à ce que votre service chez nous prenne fin. […Don’t tell my father. Don’t tell anyone about Santino or about…this. If you do, I’ll ensure personally that your service with us comes to an end.]” That you die, and so does the person you’re protecting.

“Bien sûr que non. Je suis discret. [Of course not. I am discrete.]” I would not make you carry gushing love letters into a hostile place.

Vincent continued staring off into the corner for a long moment, weighing whether that was good enough. He tongued at the corner of his mouth in irritation. Then, “Bien. Aller. [Fine. Go.]”

And he went, to be reprimanded for not being at his post. To jerk off in the bathroom on a 5 minute break, rage and lust mixing into real bloodlust as he imagined this damned Santino D’Antonio with a polished shoe compressing his windpipe and a bullet hole through each hand that had touched Vincent. Touched Vincent without being worthy.

He barely heard Fritz prattling on next to him about how Mrs. Harkan had been spotted alive in Paris. Those five Myrmadons had died in vain, and their replacements wouldn’t be here for another…however long. He just nodded along, daydreaming about catching a train to Italy in the night, and trying to picture what kind of face he might pistol whip when he got there.

Only one sentence reached his brain. “Clever of you to let the Comte win earlier.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Really? And what did you do afterwards? Because – “

“Keep your voice down or better yet, shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about. He’d never consider me anyway. His type is crime bosses, models, honest-to-god princesses. Maybe he toys with me but I know my place. Now drop it.”

Fritz looked at his friend with something approaching pity and said nothing more. Good, then. He had no more suspicions. Chidi’s chest felt very heavy, but if this was what it cost to be by Vincent’s side, protecting him, he’d do it. He’d live in secret, untrusted, thankless, for as long as it took. Yes, he knew his place. His place was right below his master…and above everyone else in the world.

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[heartsinthebasement]

25 March 1963

“We pretty much spent twenty-four hours a day with them-we slept in the same hotels, travelled on the bus with them. I recall them writing on the bus once. Paul was sitting on the arm of a seat while John was sitting on the arm across the aisle and they both had a guitar and were writing.”

“They wore pink shirts onstage and after each show they’d roll them up in a ball and put them in a suitcase and then the next night they’d undo the ball and the shirts would have thousands of wrinkles in them from the sweat that had dried, but you couldn’t see that from the audience.”

“John had a little record player he carried with him everywhere and he kept playing [the Miracles’] ‘You Really Got A Hold On Me’.”

“we were in this mezzanine-style room at a hotel and we were all goofing off “and people started going to bed because it was late and John got up and he walked across the floor and when he got to about the centre of the floor his pants fell down around his ankles. He did it on purpose, of course.” Jim Lee, Chris Montez’s manager, March UK tour

— The Beatles 1963 by Dafydd Rees

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in: Ultra Opposites Episode #14: “New Ultra Opposites” (by @avaveevo)

One morning, the Ultra Opposites came home after an exhausted as they wipe the sweat off them

Terry/Solar Flare: Boy. What a day.

Yumyulack/Psylock: I’ll say

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well, even though being a hero is hard work, it sure is worth it

Yumyulack/Psylock: I agree!

Terry/Solar Flare: But boy, was that stressful!

Jesse/Electra: I know right?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Jesse, calm down.

Jesse/Electra: Ugh! I sometimes hate being a superhero! It’s too much pressure! gets cool down hug by Legendary Super Shlorpian Thanks Korvo… sorry…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It's all good.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Hey look! The news!

News Report: This just in, the Ultra Opposites save the day again! Thank you so much! And in other three planets are having a peace summoning tonight in GeenaDavisville!

Terry/Solar Flare: Aw...

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Hmm… you know since nothing bad is happening, we could all use a break from being heroes.

Yumyulack/Psylock: I agree. Nothing bad is happening right now…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Plus, Ophelia is gone. No villain sighting lately.

Terry/Solar Flare: Good point. Stress had gotten to us lately.

Jesse/Electra: Yeah. Boy am I exhausted…

News Reporter: In other news, Evil Empress Ophelia who was assumed to be dead has come back to life!

Ultra Opposites: SAY WHAT?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: But how?

Terry/Solar Flare: Yeah! We defeated her! She's gone, right!

Korvo/Legendary Super Sholrpian: Hmm… that strange. That powerful blast we all combine should’ve destroyed her… what is she upto?

Suddenly, one of Ophelia’s minions attacks the news reporter.

News Reporter: Oh shit! This not good! Ultra Opposites, where are you?!

The screen shows static and the Ultra Opposites gasp. Meanwhile, Cherie, who was playing with Pezlie, sees the news in her new home and gasp as she went up to Montez, Nova, Jamie and Darcy.

Cherie: Guys! Ophelia is back!

The others gasp.

Jamie: What? But we defeated her!

Darcy: We have to stop her!

Montez: I agree!

Nova: We better go get the others!

We then cut to the festival where Ophelia is undercover.

Ophelia: Hmmm, sees Princess Chloe meditating a princess?

Princess Chloe: Ooommmm. Oooommmmmmy GOODNESS I CAN’T HANDLE THIS!

Princess Chloe takes a deep breath and runs out.

Princess Chloe: Ooh! Nothing is working! I just have to get it together! Just go in there! And ask! This is your Festival! Everyone’s happiness rests in your hands. facepalms Ohhhh!

Ophelia smirks. Then Princess Chloe comes in and sees Queen Sabine, one of the rulers of one of the three planets

Queen Sabine: Chloe.

Princess Chloe: takes a deep breath Good morning, your highness. Thank you all for seeing me. I have an idea that I think will make our Festival the most wonderful celebration Earth has ever seen!

Queen Sabine: I’m sure everyone will love it.

Princess Chloe: Oh and I am sure everyone will love it! Hopefully with the speech tonight too, by… sees the name on the list Mia?

Queen Sabine: Why yes. She has been practicing lately. I met her last week. She did great

Princess Chloe: I see.

Queen Sabine: Mmm-hmm

Meanwhile with the Ultra Opposites.

Terry/Solar Flare: There’s the school come on! We have to tell Frankie and Cooke!

In the school, Mia was busy getting ready for her first time being teach in language learning.

Mia: takes a deep breath Make those kids proud.

Mia comes and sees her new students.

Mia: Morning, students! speaks in Spanish

Students: Huh?

Mia: Oh! It means “It’s good to meet you”

Students: Oh. Wow. Nice.

Suddenly, Solar Flare and Electra come barging in.

Terry/Solar Flare: Sorry to interrupt students. But, everyone head home immediately. You’re all in danger. Ophelia is back.

Mia: What?! Oh my God! Kids, get home to safety quick!

Students: Uh oh! I don’t wanna die! I’m outta here!

As the kids leave, Mia looks at Solar Flare and Electra in worry.

Jesse/Electra: Sorry to barge in here Mia.

Mia: It’s all good. Thanks for the warning… gets lovestruck by Ms. Perez walking by

Terry/Solar Flare: Uh, Mia? Mia? Mia!

Mia: Huh? What?

Terry/Solar Flare: It’s true. Ophelia is back and you have to get for safety. Quick.

Mia: On it!

Meanwhile with Legendary Super Shlorpian and Psylock.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Psylock, tell the rest of the school to get the safety! I’ll go get Cooke and Frankie!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Got it!

A few seconds later…

Miss Frankie: OPHELIA IS BACK?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I’m afraid she is.

Principal Cooke: Oh fuck! We better go stop her! I hope the others got the message!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hopefully they did!

Then, the other Ultra Opposites bust in through the walls, much to Legendary Super Shlorpian, Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie’s surprise.

Miss Frankie: Well that was fast…

Nova/Lady Roseus: Hey, Korvo!

Sherbet/Violet: Hey guys! What’s up?

Cherie/Agent Red: We saw the news! This is not good! We have to get to the festival!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well, thank god you’re you’re all here.

Montez/The Master: Us too!

Psylock and Dark Matter appear.

Kevin/The Flamethrower: Uh, is Solar Flare and Electra here too?

Daryl/Dark Matter: We think so?

Yumyulack/Psylock: Yeah, they’re here. They’re just-

Solar Flare and Electra then flies in there after warning everyone.

Jesse/Electra: We did it, Korvo!

Terry/Solar Flare: We got everyone in the school to safety! Now, let’s head to that festival!

Back at the festival. Thunder cloud and green lighting appear as everyone froze in shock.

Camerman: WHAT IS THAT?!

Eric: What the fuck is happening now?!

Ophelia’s fortress appears.

Ophelia: Hello GeenaDavisVille! I’m baaaaaacccckkk! laughs evilly

People starts screaming and running away. Princess Chloe comes with Queen Sabine and gasp in terror.

Queen Sabine: Ophelia?!

Ophelia: Well well. If it isn’t my old friend Sabine.

Queen Sabine: What are you doing here? You are not getting your hands on the cosmic blast!

Ophelia: It’s too late! It has already chosen some worthless defenders last year!

Princess Chloe: Your majesty, what is going on?!

Queen Sabine: I’m afraid the old empress is after us again. But did you say it chose defenders on this planet?

Ophelia explains everything.

Ophelia: You say, when I try to obtain the orb, it was sadly propel to earth. Then, it shatters into pieces and have chosen a group of pathetic super heroes known as the Ultra Opposites, led by four aliens who are also a family!

Queen Sabine gasps.

Queen Sabine: Defenders? Amazing? By what did you say there are four aliens on this planet too, that leads the new warriors?

Ophelia: Exactly! Those four ruined my plans!

Princess Chloe: Wait? Who are these four aliens? What species are they?!

Ophelia: Shlorpians!

Queen Sabine: gasp You mean the ones who always have their planet destroyed and search for new homes?

Ophelia: groans YES!

Princess Chloe: What are the names of the four champions?

Ophelia: Solar Flare, Electra, Psylock, and The Legendary Super Shlorpian

Queen Sabine: Well, I think these orbs chose them for a reason. And I believe these warriors will stop you!

Ophelia laughs.

Ophelia: Nice try! I’m sure these heroes are not powerful enough anymore! They can’t stop me!

Terry/Solar Flare: Stop right there!

The town gasp in joy and cheer because the Ultra Opposites are now here!

Ophelia: YOU?! UGH!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Stay away from those rulers! Or else!

Ophelia: Or else what?!

Randall/Ultra Man: Or else this!

Ultra Man punches Ophelia, who lands towards a tent and growls.

Ophelia: How dare you!

Terry/Solar Flare: Nice punch Ultra Man!

Randall/Ultra Man: Thanks S.F.!

Daryl/Dark Matter: Now, it’s me and Psylock’s turn!

Violet then changes color and grabs Princess Chloe to safety. Psylock and Dark Matter uses brain waves that blast Ophelia but she got out a strange orb as she growls.

Queen Sabine: gasp Ultra Opposites! Go! Quick! I got this!

But then, the orb petrified Sabine into a statue at the Ultra Opposites gasp but then they notice something glowing in Ophelia’s pouch.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: An orb piece!

Ophelia grins evilly and shows the heroes three orb pieces, and the colors are neon green, peaches n cream and orange.

Montez/The Master: Oh no! We have to get them away from her! Quick!

Yumyulack/Psylock: On it!

Terry/Solar Flare: Korv! Look out!

Luckily, Legendary Super Shlorpian turns into his Super Shlorpian and flies up before Ophelia could for an attack.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Eat brain waves!

Ophelia flies into a wall and growls.

Ophelia: That does it!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Psylock! Wait! The blast might blew the-

Just as Psylock sues his mind wave, it ends up blowing the three orb pieces out of the pitch as they split up and flies towards three different area in town

Yumyulack/Psylock: Uh oh.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Oh shit.

Princess Chloe: Oh no! These orb pieces might fall into the wrong hands!

Ophelia: Grr! That’s it! This is war Ultra Opposites! Once I found the three orb pieces, I’ll destroy you once and for all!

Ophelia then leaves as the Ultra Opposites began to think of plan. Princess Chloe however starts panicking.

Sherbet/Violet: You okay, your highness?

Princess Chloe breathes in and out.

Princess Chloe: Oh no! All that hard work! It’s all for nothing! What do we do now?!

Terry/Solar Flare: Don’t worry. We’ll handle it!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: We go find the three orb pieces that’s what!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Then let’s split up!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Violet, you go to that area where the orange orb is at!

Princess Chloe sighs sadly.

Sherbet/Violet: On it!

Terry/Solar Flare: Psylock and Electra! You two along with Shadow Lady, Super Cooke, Princess Chloe, Ultra Man, Dark Matter, Darcina, Firey and Flamethrower goes to where the neon green orb is at!

Jesse/Electra: Yes sir!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Agent Red, Master, Lady Roseus, you’re with me!

Randall/Ultra Man: Actually I should go with you two! Someone is gonna need muscle!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hmm. Very well!

The group splits up.

Terry/Solar Flare: Alright! Guys, let’s move out!

Back with Janiz, she then hears a beeping going in the ship’s communicator and gasp.

Janiz: Another orb piece?! checks the view on the location Alright! Let’s do this!

Janiz transforms into Lady Super Shlorpian.

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Look our world! You’re about to meet…. LADY SUPER SHLORPIAN!

Lady Super Shlorpian does a pose and turns into her Super Shlorpian form and flies off. Back with Legendary Super Shlorpian, Solar Flare, Agent Red, Ultra Man, Master and Lady Roseus, they manage to track down where the peaches n cream orb is at.

Cherie/Agent Red: Where could it be?

Montez/The Master: Found the location?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: There it is!

Terry/Solar Flare: Yep is at the…: finds the location and gets upset Oh no…

Nova/Lady Roseus: What is it?!

The heroes look up and it turns out to be at the Rake Company. Legendary Super Shlorpian faints.

Terry/Solar Flare: The rake company?! God damn it! sighs We’ll explain later… right now, we need to detransform and disguise ourselves in the meantime.

Montez/The Master: Okay?

Nova/Lady Roseus: I like that plan!

Cherie/Agent Red: Great idea!

Legendary Super Shlorpian wakes up and hears the plan as he nods. The group detransforms.

Terry: Okay! Randall, do you have the perfect disguises?!

Randall: Yep, right here.

Randal gives his friends disguises as they put them on. Later, the six heroes head inside while Terry and Korvo are shown wearing their old office clothes and wearing fake moustache and two wigs.

Korvo: I look ridiculous.

Terry: Relax. You look great, boo.

Korvo: Aw…

The two husbands kiss. Then, Cherie disguise as a janitor, nods for the signal.

Terry: Let’s go.

Korvo leaves with Cherie, Montez and Nova while Terry leaves with Randall. A few seconds later…. Terry and Randall sees an office and sneaks in there

Randall: Are you sure we won’t get caught?

Terry: opens a vile cabinet Relax, we’re on a low profile. digs through What’s the worse that could happen?

Suddenly, Janice appears.

Janice: H’no is someone there y’know?

Terry: Shit! I know that voice! Get down!

As Randall and Terry get down, suddenly, Janice sees them and gasp.

Janice: Terry?

Terry: Oh god. It’s Janice.

Randall: Who?

Terry’s fake mustache falls off.

Janice: H’no hello Terry, I haven’t seen you y’know

Randall: Hi-I-I gets awestruck upon seeing Janice

Terry: Uh, Randall? Are you okay?

Randall: Oh uh clears his throat ahem. Nice to meet you uh-

Janice: Janice.

Cue the song “Dreamweaver”:

Randall: Whoa blushes

Terry: Dude. Don't tell me you're in love with her.

Randall: But she seem so nice

Terry: Well, she was my co-worker.

Randall: Wait? She is?

Janice: H'no, he's not wrong, y'know.

Randall: Wait? You used to work here Terry? What happened?

Terry sighs sadly and explains everything.

Terry: The Pupa had a huge meltdown!

Randall: He did?

Terry: Yeah. It turns out he wanted attention and we were forced give up sci-fi for our lives, which made our lives fucked up miserable! Our boss Mr. Sarner was even a dick!

Janice: H'no, I'm so sorry you had to go throught that, y'know.

Terry: It’s okay Janice. And the worst of all, Sarner is now now dead. I become the boss. But it went badly because it led to me and Korvo having a big fight. But we made up and we decided to give up our jobs because the Pupa doesn’t need all that.

Randall: I think you did the right thing.

Terry: Thanks. But, you don’t wanna how Sarner died

Randall: What happened to Sarner?

Terry starts crying.

Terry: tearfully A ping pong accident!

Randall gasps.

Randall: Oh my god! How?

Terry wipes away his tears.

Terry: Korvo and I wanted a ping pong table to make work less boring. So, we got people to sign a petition to have it under the boiler room and then, Sarner died playing ping pong!

Randall: If you don't mind me asking, how does someone die from playing ping pong?

Terry: Oh. You don’t wanna fucking know man! notices his fingers turning black Oh no! Not again! starts growing bigger and muscular and his skin starts turning black as his clothes rip into pieces while his wig falls off

Randall: Terry?!

Then, Randall realizes that Terry is turning into his Mundane form because he got emotional and stress and backs away with Janice. Terry’s eyes starts glowing orange as he turns into his Mundane form and roars while banging his chest.

Janice: H'no, Terry, what happened to you, y'know?!

Mundane Terry breaths in and out while Korvo, comes in with a disguise of his own with Cherie, Nova and Montez and sees his husband transformed.

Korvo: Terry!

Korvo comes up and hugs his overwhelmed Mundane husband as he began to calm down.

Mundane Terry: Korvy...

Korvo: Oh I think this work place has brought up terrible memories of us working here huh?

Mundane Terry whimpers. Then, he breaks down crying while Korvo comforts him by soothing his face and gets out a tissue to dry his tears away.

Korvo: There there. It's gonna be okay, Terry.

Janice: H’no I had no idea Terry could do that y’know.

Korvo sighs.

Korvo: Actually he is half mundane. It runs in Terry’s family for years and as for my side of the family, we turn into monsters too.

Korvo turns into his super Shlorpian form and roars as he rips apart his robe.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Ah...that's better.

Janice gasp.

Janice: What the fuck? points to Montez, Nova and Cherie Wait a minute are these three people?

Cherie: Oh, we’re friends of Korvo and Terry.

Nova laughs nervously.

Janice: What is going on and-

Janice suddenly sees a white board falling and suddenly lifts it up. The others gaps in horror.

Montez: Oh no. The peach n cream orb piece. It chose Janice!

Janiz: coming in What?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: What are you doing here?!

Janiz: I was sensing the orb piece! Why?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Just asking.

The orb piece fuses with Janice

Janice: Huh? There was a crystal under my outfit?

Then Janice starts glowing and she gets her own super suit with a superhero mask on her.

Janice/???: H’no what happened to me Y’know?

Janice then notices that she has her hair down for her super suit

Randall: blushes Whoa.

Mundane Terry and Super Shlorpian Korvo look at each other nervously, realizing it’s time to tell Janice the truth.

Mundane Terry: Holy shit. Did she just-

Super Shlorpian Korvo: sigh Yes. We have to tell her

Korvo and Terry turns back into their Shlorpian forms and transform into their superhero forms. Janice, or whoever she is now, flies in and gasp.

Janice/???: What? You’re Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian?

Solar Flare chuckles nervously.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Yes and the truth we didn’t move. We had to turn into humans to establish civilian identities so no one can find out it’s us.

Janice suddenly hugs Legendary Super Shlorpian.

Janice/???: It’s okay. I know you were trying to protect yourselves, but what do you mean by human forms?

Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian turns back into their normal selves and turn into their human forms. Janice gasp.

Human Terry: Okay. So now we need a plan.

Janice/???: What do you mean?

Janiz turns into her human form which made Janiz gasp.

Human Janiz: Hey, Janice.

Janice/???: Wait? You’re an alien too?

Human Korvo: Yes. She is also my older sister.

Janice/???: H’no, I think I’m gonna faint, y’know.

Randall however turns into Ultra Man and catches Janice as she wakes up and grows shock. Janice and Ultra Man blush.

Janice/???: Oh you too?

Randall/Ultra Man: Yeah. points to Montez, Cherie and Nova So are these three.

Cherie, Montez, and Nova turn into their superhero forms.

Janice/???: Wait? So I’ll one of you now? Oh dear I need to think about this

Nova/Lady Roseus: Take time Janice. Right now, we have to find the other orb pieces before the Princess and her people gets hurt! Come on!

Janice begins to think about it. Back with Violet, she starts search around the school for the orb piece while growing worried.

Sherbet/Violet: Where is it?!

Princess Chloe suddenly came and sees Ms. Perez

Princess Chloe: Excuse m’am?

Sherbet/Violet: Princess Chloe?

Princess Chloe: Ssh. Keep your voice down.

Ms. Perez: Princess Chloe? Oh it’s nice to meet you, heard what happened?! You looking for something!

Princess Chloe: Yes. An orb. Have you-

Ms. Perez: Whoa whoa. An orb? What are you talking about? Is everything okay?

Suddenly the orange orb piece appears.

Princess Chloe: Um ma’am I really appreciate the thought but I can handle it on my own.

Ms. Perez: Well let me help you. I know about changes in the ecosystem and human body. I might be able to help you find what you’re looking for.

Violet notices the orb and gasps.

Princess Chloe: I’m sorry but you can’t come with us. You’re just ordinary. You could get hurt. I think it’s best if you stay here… besides it’s not a vacation y’know

Ms. Perez sighs and starts to feel hurt by this

Ms. Perez: Okay. I understand…

Princess Chloe: Thank you. Now if you excuse me I got an orb to find… leaves

Violet notices that Ms. Perez is sad.

Sherbet/Violet: Excuse me?

Ms. Perez: Huh? the orange orb starts to head to her but she didn’t notice

Ms. Perez turns to Violet

Ms. Perez: Violet? What are you doing here?

Sherbet/Violet: I’m here looking for a-

Suddenly, the orange orb pieces shines brighter as it heads towards Perez.

Sherbet/Violet: WATCH OUT!

But then, the orb fuses with Perez as she gasp.

Ms. Perez: What’s happening to me?!

Suddenly, two of Ophelia’s minions break through the windows and grabs Perez as she gasp.

Sherbet/Violet: Ms. Perez! No!

Ms. Perez lets out a loud scream.

Ms. Perez: What?! Huh? What did I just do?!

Ophelia: No! You have sonic screaming!

Ms. Perez gasp upon seeing Ophelia. Ms. Perez tries to run but Opheia captures her.

Ms. Perez: Grr let me go!

Ophelia laughs.

Ophelia: Minions, take her to Queen Romelle, she hadn’t gain trust of those humans yet. So make this little skank her prisoner

Ms. Perez: No!

The minions escape with Ms. Perez who struggles to break free! Violet watches bad gasp in terror.

Sherbet/Violet: I gotta get the others!

Meanwhile, the others arrived at Romelle’s castle where the neon green orb is at. Then, Princess Chloe meets up with them.

Princess Chloe: What the hell are you guys doing here?

Yumyulack/Psylock: To find the orb piece. The neon green one.

Princess Chloe sighs.

Princess Chloe: Look guys, let me handle this. You all stay here, okay?

Darcy/Miss Darcina: What?!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: But everyone is counting on us!

Jamie/Firey: Yeah! We’re superheroes!

Princess Chloe: Look! Romelle is a serious person! She doesn’t trust us yet! So wait here! Please…

Solar Flare arrived and sees his friends and children.

Terry/Solar Flare: Guys!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Hey Solar Flare!

Princess Chloe: So please wait!

Princess Chloe heads in while the heroes watch in disgust.

Darcy/Miss Darcina: Can you believe her?

Jamie/Firey: I know right! Solar Flare, please tell us that you have found one of the orbs!

Terry/Solar Flare: Yeah. About that…

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: What?

Terry/Solar Flare: The orb fused with Janice, my old coworker!

The others gasp.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Aw man. Well, how was I supposed to know? I didn’t know our friends will get powers!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Well guess what?! Our friends have uncontrollable powers!

Jesse/Electra: Hey! Lay off him guys!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Well, your brother caused our friends to have powers! They are freaking out!

Darcy/Miss Darcina: And to make matters worse, so does big stupid Janice!

Daryl/Dark Matter: Hey lay off my boyfriend will ya?

Jamie/Firey: He started it.

Yumyulack/Psylock: gulps Um, maybe we should just calm down? laughs nervously

Everyone, except for Psylock and Solar Flare, then starts arguing. Psylock looks at Solar Flare nervously and says sorry silently. Solar Flare then finally have enough as he puts his foot down and says…

Terry/Solar Flare: ENOUGH! flares up

Then silence fell as the others look at Solar Flare in shock and Psylock squint nervously. Then, Legendary Super Shlorpian, Lady Super Shlorpian, The Master, Agent Red, Pezlie and Lady Roseus arrives as Solar Flare breathes in and out.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Guys! We came as soon as we heard and… oh.

Montez/The Master: Um… what did we miss?

The Ultra Opposites look at their friends. But then, Legendary Super Shlorpian then theorize what happened.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Wait a minute. Are you guys… facepalms are you serious right now?

Jaime/Firey: Uh…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Not one word Firey! Firey squints nervously You guys are seriously playing the blame game while our friends are in trouble?! They have powers now! What’s the deal? You should all be ashamed of yourselves! We’re friends here! And frenemies slightly… but that’s not the point. Us heroes have to stick together. No matter what. Because, sometimes heroes get on each other’s nerves. But, we always make up and talk things out. So, why are you acting like this right now?

Rest of the Ultra Opposites: Uh. Well, maybe. We just thought they might…

Cherie/Agent Red: sighs Look guys. Right now, you are all exhausted and terrified. We don’t know what’s gonna happens plus, I’m sure Psylock didn’t know either. Did you?

Yumyulack/Psylock: ashamed Yes.

The rest of the Ultra Opposites look down remorsefully.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Okay. So, what do you all have to say for yourselves?

Rest of the Ultra Opposites: remorsefully Sorry Terry and Korvo.

Solar Flare, Agent Red, Lady Super Shlorpian, The Master, Lady Roseus and Legendary Super Shlorpian look at them sternly and firmly. Then, Solar Flare calms down and takes a deep breath as the flame cools down.

Terry/Solar Flare: Sorry for yelling.

Legendary Super Shlorpian puts a comforting hand on his husband as he smiles at him.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It’s okay. You were just stressed by this whole tension. Turns his attentions towards his children and friends and frenemies But look, guys. I know our friends got powers by accident. But, it was the orbs that chose them for a reason. And now you are all freaking out like they’re gonna die fucking die or something? the rest of the Ultra Opposites look down sadly

Agent Red: Just give them time guys. They might wanna get use to having their powers.

All: remorsefully Okay.

Solar Flare looks down for yelling at his friends. But, the Master puts a comforting hand on Solar Flare’s left shoulder as the two exchange brotherly smiles. Then, Violet came.

Sherbet/Violet: Guys! Guys!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: What is it?! What’s wrong?!

Sherbet/Violet: Ms. Perez is in trouble! We have to go help her!

The rest of the Ultra Opposites gasp.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Oh no! We didn’t know! What have we done!

Jesse/Electra: Aw geez. We suck.

Kevin/The Flamethrower: We’re sorry guys. This would’ve never happen if we hadn’t freak out. We suck. looks down along with the rest of the Ultra Opposites

Terry/Solar Flare: No. You guys don’t suck. You were just feeling out of sorts. We can still fix this.

Nova/Lady Roseus: Of course. Ms. Perez is our friend and we must go rescue her and Princess Chloe.

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: He’s right guys.

All: Yeah. I agree. Let’s go save her. As a team. Let’s work together.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Good. That’s better! Now let’s go save our friend!

The rest of the Ultra Opposites cheer and follows as L.S.S. turns into his Super Shlorpian form while carrying Solar Flare and flies to save Ms. Perez.

Meanwhile the princess heads in while the Ultra Opposites follow her.

Princess Chloe: notices the Ultra Opposites Oh, for God’s sake

Terry/Solar Flare: Sorry, but we had to come in. Our friend is Romelle’s prisoner. Violet told us everything!

Princess Chloe: What?!

Sherbet/Violet: We’re sorry but Perez is our friend!

Princess Chloe has an idea.

Princess Chloe: Follow me!

The Ultra Opposites follow Princess Chloe and then gasp upon seeing Romelle, who looks like a elegant mermaid.

Queen Romelle: Who dares come here?

Terry/Solar Flare: Uh, hi? We are the Ultra Opposites and-

Queen Romelle: You are not allowed to be here!

Chloe then notices the neon green orb in a glass container.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It’s okay. We’re defenders of Earth. We help save lives

Queen Romelle: How do I know I can trust you?

Princess Chloe: Because your highness we could require an army to help us

Queen Romelle: Hm? For what?

Princess Chloe: Or an object if you may? Something powerful enough to stop Empress Ophelia?

Queen Romelle gasps upon hearing Empress Ophelia.

Queen Romelle: You mean this orb piece we found

Princess Chloe: This is amazing! With this, I could use into to transform at home into something powerful enough to face Ophelia!

Queen Romelle: Or it could end up in her greedy hands!

Princess Chloe: her jaw drops But...

Queen Romelle: Honey, I'm sorry about your home. I truly am. But my responsibility is to protect my subjects. The orb piece... is not going anywhere.

Legendary Super Shlorpian sighs.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Wait um excuse me? You have prisoner here right? Someone send her to you? We would like to see her!

Queen Romelle: You mean this burden?

The guards pull down a curtain and is revealed to be a muzzled Ms. Perez down with her hands tied in a cage.

Jesse/Electra: Ms. Perez!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Ma’am please let her go! Ms. Perez is a good person! She would never hurt anybody!

Princess Chloe: But we've come all this way. And you can't just hide down here! Trapped forever! There's so much you're missing!

Queen Romelle: We’re hundred percent okay with that!

Solar Flare groans. Then a guard whisper something into Queen Romelle’s ear.

Queen Romelle: Yes, Seymour?

Seymour: whispering

Queen Romelle: Ooh! Time for my seaweed wrap. Later, skater!

Seymour: Oh would you require a massage?

Queen Romelle: Yes, a massage, too. Mama needs her deep tissue.

Cherie/Agent Red: There’s gotta be a way to earn Romelle’s trust if we want to get the third orb piece and Ms. Perez to safety

Nova/Lady Roseus: But how?

Jesse/Electra: What if we throw a party?

Terry/Solar Flare: No. We’re gonna need something better than that

Princess Chloe however thought of something as she looks at the orb piece.

Princess Chloe: Oh, no. No no. You guys got this.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Are you sure?

Ultra Opposites: Huh?

Kevin/The Flamethrower: Really?

Darcy/Miss Darcina: What are you talking about?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Are you sure?

Princess Chloe: Well, we still need to come up with a plan to get back. A few minutes won't make a huge difference. And if there's anyone who can cram a lifetime of fun into a blink of an eye, it's Solar Flare!

Solar Flare chuckles.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You know, you're right Chloe.

Cherie/Agent Red: We won’t let you down!

Princess Chloe: looking at the orb piece I’m counting on it.

As Queen Romelle comes our newly dress, lights came on suddenly as she gasp. Cue the song “Flesh and Bone”:

[Legendary Super Shlorpian ]

Hear it getting louder, a call for revolution

Yeah, we came for what was ours, it's time for restitution

We'll protect our own, take back the stone

No, human nature cannot hold us down

[Solar Flare]

Stranded at the bottom, but we're more than a whisper

No, we'll never be forgotten, our blood's thicker than silver, yeah

When worlds collide, it's do or die So tell me, is it wrong to stand your ground?

[Legendary Super Shlorpian and Agent Red]

Hear us howl, all or nothing

Fangs are out, we ain't running

Hear us howl, it's all or nothing

[All]

Oh oh oh oh

This is a declaration

Oh oh oh oh

Of a new generation

It's now or never, we're in this together

We'll fight through the highs and the lows

No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone

Meanwhile, Janice hears hear friends singing with her super hearing. Then, Mia came by and gasp upon seeing Janice in her new super suit.

Mia: Excuse me, are you an Ultra Opposites?

Janice looks at her reflection, then thinks about this new path. She then gets determined in her eyes. Janice nods. Later back with the song…

[Electra]

The world has gone crazy and no one seems to listen

Gotta step in, no more maybes, and stop the demolition

Is it hope or fear?

Look in the mirror

Everything we built is coming down

[Lady Super Shlorpian]

No more hesitation, it's time we start to realize

With all this separation, silence is still taking sides So use your voice, make a choice

And tell me, are you standing with the crowd?

[All]

Oh oh oh oh

This is a declaration

Oh oh oh oh

Of a new generation

It's now or never, we're in this together

We'll fight through the highs and the lows

No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy

We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy

We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy

No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us

[Solar Flare]

History changes, but we lost the pages we wrote When you lose direction, can't see the reflection you know

We came from the bottom then became the problem

Now everything's out of control

So hey, are you with me?

Let's go!

[All]

Oh oh oh oh

This is a declaration

Oh oh oh oh

Of a new generation

It's now or never, we're in this together

We'll fight through the highs and the lows

No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone​​​​​​​

As the song ends Queen Romelle smiles

Queen Romelle: Well, I do have one solution on how we can stop Ophelia…

Suddenly, Solar Flare sees Princess Chloe trying to steal the orb as she lifts the container and he screams. Suddenly, the alarm goes off.

Jesse/Electra: Aaah! What is happening now?!

Terry/Solar Flare: Chloe?!

Queen Romelle gasps and growls.

Princess Chloe: Your majesty! I can explain!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Look you don't understand what really happened! We tried to-

Queen Romelle: All of this so you could sneak in and take the orb piece?!

Janice hears her friends while carrying Mia and the two women gasp in horror as they fly to there.

Darcy/Miss Darcina: What?! No!

Terry/Solar Flare: We are not trying to steal it! We would never!

Yumyulack/Psylock: We’re just here to save our friend and teacher!

Queen Romelle: Silence! You don’t deserve my help!

Ultra Opposites: WHAT?!

Nova/Lady Roseus: But, it’s not our fault! Chloe tricked us!

Queen Romelle: This is why we don't bring strangers into our home! to Chloe You don't deserve to be one of us.

Just before Romelle could throw them out, Janice barges in her with Mia.

Janice/???: Stop!

Mia: MRS. PEREZ!

Ms. Perez: Mia?!

Terry/Solar Flare and Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Janice?

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: Wait, what? Who’s Janice?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Long story.

Miss Frankie/Miss Shadow: That’s Janice? She looks cool!

Darcy/Miss Darcina: I agree girls!

Cherie/Agent Red: Yeah. Nice outfit!

Jesse/Electra: I love your hair!

Janice/???: H’no Thank you. But, call Master Smasher, y’know?

Master Smasher dos her own pose while flying up and helps free Ms. Perez by bending the bars.

Terry/Solar Flare: Welcome to the team, Master Smasher.

Ms. Perez: Thank you!

Mia hugs Ms. Perez.

Mia: I was so worried about you!

Ms. Perez cries a little because she’s happy to see Mia. Suddenly, the neon green orb pieces breaks out of the container and it floats to Mia, who gasp in awe.

Mia: What the fuck is that?

Ms. Perez: I don’t know.

The neon green orb then merges with Mia, who gasped in shock as she grows amazed but then feels something from her hands.

Mia: What’s happening?

Suddenly, her fist then creates a beam that shoots through the castle, much to everyone’s surprise and shock

Mia: Wow. I didn’t know I could do that. Oh sorry Romelle.

Queen Romelle: Oh for Christ’s sake.

Janice/Master Smasher: Come on guys, let’s flee!

Princess Chloe: No! Wait!

The Ultra Opposites leave.

Princess Chloe: quietly No… now what do we do?

The scene then cuts to Ophelia’s fortress as she growls. We then see Ophelia in her fortress.

Ophelia: GRRRRR! There is more of them! Ugh! That is it! I’m gonna crush those fucking Ultra Fucks once and for all, and if that means killing them out of cold blood, so be it! That idiotic woman!

Ophelia presses a button and a door opens, revealing to be a robotic version of Korvo, Robo Korvo.

Ophelia: Robo Korvo! Take care of them!

Robo Korvo nods and leaves.

Ophelia: Be afraid Ultra Opposites, for your end is near! laughs evilly

To be continued…

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Commanders just traded away their two starting defensive ends ... for the future I guess.

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hi hello! this is the gabe account ^^ here’s the transcript for a recent rp done w the weylinco account, hope putting it here works for the moment so u have access to it because it’s like nearly 6am for me and i’ve spent the past several hours working on it 😂 i’m so tired

general tw for body horror, experimentation, gore, etc 😅 it gets a little gross but most of it isn’t super detailed or described a lot, mostly concise phrasing of what’s happening and not much else

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lmk if there’s anything i need to fix ^^

[Begins recording. Sounds of struggle, muffled cursing and shouting; Grainy footage shows Montez, G. being strapped to an operating table by Weylin, Vex, Weylin. Viv standing nearby.]

Weylin, Vex. : Now now, kicking and screaming won't make this any less painful, Gabe!

Montez, G. : [Panicked] FUCK FUCK FUCK, LET ME GO, I- I DIDNT DO ANYTHING, I DIDNT- [Monez, G. continues struggling, fighting against the straps as they finish strapping him down. His flailing is weak, and some of his preexisting stitches pop.]

Weylin, Viv. : Okay, and? We just need some of the metal plating we left in you back. If you stay still, perhaps it won't be so torturous. [She applies the final strap and takes a step back.]

Montez, G. : [Eyes are wide, going still for a moment.] YOU- YOU BASTARDS! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU, SOME FUCKING METAL PLATING?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! LET ME GO, FUCK, PLEASE- [Voice cracks slightly. He resumes thrashing with even more vigor futilely.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Looks over the Weylin, Viv., eyebrows raised.] Wow, he sure is talkative today! Shall we cut off the tounge?

Weylin, Viv. : [Contemplative.] I think so, brother. I'm not in the mood to listen to his non-stop jabbering and begging. [Moves to a metal cart to the side, grabbing medical scissors.]

Montez, G. : [Freezes, stunned and terrified, teeth bared.] P-Please, fuck, please no- [as she gets closer his head starts snapping from side to side, shaking his head violently.] NONONO PLEASE, PLEASE-

Weylin, Viv. : [Exasperated, leaning forward and waving the scissors.] Stop begging and we won't have to cut your tongue off. Can you get that through your thick skull or am I to put a hole in it so you do understand?

Montez, G. : [Gasps.] S-Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry- [Voice gets quieter, mumbling, terrified.] Please, please, I'm sorry-..

Weylin, Vex, : [Rolls his eyes.] Great, now he's apologizing too. [Leans against the table, sighing.] I can't stand anymore of this blathering. Viv, cut it off!

Weylin, Viv. : Of course. [Grabs his jaw roughly, forcing his mouth open, and cutting out his tongue, setting it to the side carelessly, turning around to prep their other equipment absentmindedly.]

Montez, G. : [Screams loudly, blood spewing out of his mouth. Sobs, trying to move against the restraints.] GAH, HEHHP, PLEHZ, HEHHP- [PT: Help, please, help. End PT.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Groans, running a hand through his hair and grabbing a scalpel with the other, holding the sharp edge of it to Montez, G.'s throat, digging it in slightly.] Listen here, you ungrateful little shit. We've spent hours modifying you. We've put our blood, sweat, and metaphorical tears into fixing you. We sacrificed our resources, spent thousands of dollars to make you better, make you stronger, and this is how you repay us!?

Without us, you wouldn't even exist in the minds of the people you care about. We've done wonders for you, practically preformed miracles in your life and this is the way you treat us!? We are your makers, Gabriel Montes. And we can take you out of this world as fast as you were put in it.

[He is nose to nose with Montez, G. when he finishes, lip curled hatefully.]

Montez, G. : [Tries to move away from the scalpel at his throat, eyes closed tightly with fear, crying more. Whimpers, biting his lip to muffle any other pained sounds. Slowly nods, resigned.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Satisfied.] Good. He's finally quiet. Vex, [Turns to him.] Are you ready for the procedure?

Weylin, Vex. : Always. [Backs away from Montez, G., moving to the cart and surveying the implements there excitedly.] Sister, should we use the injections still or try a new approach? [Grins broadly at the pun.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Tilts her head, nodding.] Why not try something new? It'll be fun. What did you have in mind?

Montez, G. : [Breathing quickly and shallowly instinctively, blood dripping from his lips. Sobs quietly, but is mostly still.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Grinning widely, sifting through vials on the cart.] Well, lethal injection is fun and all, but synthetic chemicals get boring after a while. We've seen all their effects, we all know how it goes. Now, I'm not suggesting we drop them completely, but rather, we use new liquids. That's why I would like to try holy water on him! [Triumphantly holds up a vial of pure steel, moving it from side to side playfully.]

Montez, G. : [Head jerks up, choking on the blood in his mouth. Tries to speak but only gurgles around the blood, eyes wide and terrified.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Claps her hands together, thrilled.] Amazing idea, Vex! I wonder, would he boil from the inside? Would he become some new type of being? [Begins prodding at Montez, G., considering the best place to inject the holy water.] This'll be a brilliant experiment, I tell you.

Montez, G. : [Tenses, trying to move away uselessly. Whimpers, tilting his head to the side and draining blood out from his mouth.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Fills a syringe with the holy water carefully.] I have high hopes for this, it'll be a shame if it doesn't work. [Sticks the syringe into Montez, G.'s cervical plexus, injecting it into his neck.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Watching Montez, G. carefully for reactions.] A shame, indeed. Though, we could always recycle his limbs if he just pathetically dies here.

Montez, G. : [Is still for a long moment, before his body jolts, gasping loudly. His neck twists to the side, back arching as he begins screaming, red tears running down his face. His nails scrabble against the operating table as he writhes, his veins becoming slightly illuminated with a pale golden glow from within.]

Weylin, Viv. : Fascinating.. [She quickly grabs a clipboard, scrawling her observations down.] Glowing veins, clearly very painful...

Weylin, Vex. : [Is visibly thrilled, clapping his hands together.] Oh, brilliant! I know I'm full of great ideas but this one might be my best yet!

Montez, G. : [Screaming continuously shrilly, occasionally sobbing, his mouth fixed open with his eyes screwed shut.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Gasps.] His blood! It's glowing as well! [Points at some of the blood coming out of Montez, G.'s mouth.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Gasps as well, leaning in for a closer look.] This really has proven to be a worthwhile experiment, huh? [Grins at Weylin, Vex., and continues to take thorough notes.]

Montez, G. : [Slowly begins to stop screaming after several minutes, writhing less as the holy blood is drained from his body from his blood loss. He is left exhausted and shaking, chest heaving and tears running down his face.]

Weylin, Viv. : It's finished? [Smiles and sets the clipboard down, walking over to Gabe.] How are you feeling? [Montez, G. doesn't respond.] Oh, right, you can't speak. [Laughs.]

Montez, G. : [Gasps, dribbling more blood out of his mouth, coughing weakly and groaning.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Amused.] Utterly pathetic. [Walks away towards a cart.] You're already so weak and we've barely even started the procedure.

Montez, G. : [Tries to scowl, but just looks defeated. Blood covers his chin and cheeks, misery coating his face. He looks gaunt and frail.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Seeing how defeated he looks, her smile turns more sadistic.] At least for once you're quiet and docile! That makes it easier for us. [Grabs a pair of medical scissors, inspecting it for a moment, before shrugging, walking back over to Montez, G., and places the blade against his stomach.] I'll count down from 5 and start cutting after 1, okay?

Montez, G. : [Eyes widen, frightened, before screwing his eyes shut again, bracing himself. He looks about an inch away from a panic attack, sobbing quickly.]

Montez, G. : Alright. Five. Four. Three. Two- [Slices into his skin ruthlessly.] Oops. I went a little too early. [Unapologetic.]

Montez, G. : [Makes a noise between a shriek and yelp, head jerking to the side in pain. Puts effort into not moving his main body to lesson how bad it is, seemingly from experience. Bites on his lip, trying to compose himself, a tooth going through his lip with the force.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Watches intently as the incisions are made in Montez, G., sticking his ungloved fingers in the wounds and pulling them open to widen the gaps. Flesh tearing is audible.]

Montez, G. : [Gasps, biting down harder on his lip, eyes trying to press even further closed. Digs his nails into his palms, trying not to jerk his body away. Has not stopped crying.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Annoyed.] It was foolish to think cutting of your tongue would shut you up. You never listen, no matter how many punishments we give you. [Wrist deep inside Montez, G.'s abdomen, seeming to be feeling around for something, moving his organs around. Looks up after a while, turning on the overhead light to get a better view, frowning slightly.] Viv, I don't see it.

Weylin, Viv. : What? You don't see the metal plates? [Leans over to peer in as well.]

Weylin, Vex. : No, where did we put it again?

Weylin, Viv. : Should be around the back.

Weylin, Vex. : Alright, let me just... [Begins removing Montez, G.'s intestines carelessly, tongue sticking out slightly as he looks for the plating.] Ow, fuck! [Winces, pulling his hand out and shaking it.]

Montez, G. : [Shaking violently trying to keep himself from screaming. Air hisses through the hole in his lip, blood dripping from his mouth. His head is moving involuntarily from side to side, as if silently pleading.]

Weylin, Viv. : Are you okay, Vex? [Looks at his hand.] I presume you found the plate?

Weylin, Vex. : Yes, I just forgot how sharp it was. [Shakes out his hand some more, scowling.]

Weylin, Viv. : Be careful then, Vex. We wouldn't want you out of commission for our next surgery, now would we? [Grabs a flashlight and shines it into Gabe's chest cavity.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Rolls his eyes, sticking his hands back into the cavity, pulling at plating. He huffs.] Get the drill, Viv. The metal is bolted in.

Weylin, Viv. : Yes yes, I'll get it. [Hurries over to a cabinet and takes out a drill before turning it on a few times, making sure it works.] I've got it. [Walks back and hands it to Weylin, Vex.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Takes it from her and begins drilling into Montez, G.'s spine. Blood and organs spray across his face, but he remains unblinking. Once the bolts are loosened, he removes the metal plate with a grunt.] One down, two more to go.

Montez, G. : [Has gone mostly silent, tears still falling down his face, otherwise motionless. His nails are still firmly in his palms, but he seems wholly unaware of his surroundings.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Continues to remove the plates in silence for several moments, tossing them to the side once he's finished, grinning triumphantly.] There we go! Now time for the real operation! [Looks over to Waylin, Viv.] Sister, are you ready?

Weylin, Viv. : [Turns to Weylin, Vex.] Yes, I'm ready.

Weylin, Vex. : [Begins removing Montez, G.'s limbs.]

Weylin, Viv. : [As they're removed, she takes them and sets them off to the side to be reused.]

Weylin, Vex. : Are you afraid of bugs, Gabe?

Montez, G. : [His movements are slow, almost hazy. He seems to slowly regain awareness of his surrounding, processing the question and the removal of his limbs. Eyes snap open, screaming once more, sounding more panicked than he was earlier.]

Weylin, Viv. : I take that as a yes, you are afraid? [Scoffs before looking down at him condescendingly.] I must apologize, then, as you're going to become very acquainted with them soon.

Montez, G. : [Begins crying even harder than before, bleeding profusely from his tears, his removed tongue, and the several open wounds and severed limbs. His head begins to sway, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Passes out and goes fully limp.]

[There is snickering, and the procedure continues. End recording.]

[dianasprnce]

i hate to say it, but i think montez sweat might be converting me into a football fan

[wexhappyxfew]

And then “Look at you! You're spilling coffee.” For Brady and Annie >:)

HI POET!!!!!!! thank you so much for sending in a prompt + incredibly sorry it is so SO late for a response!! my summer has been so incredibly busy and i've only just gotten to this now, so i truly hope you enjoy!!! <3 annie and brady are an absolute joy to write and i always love getting to play around in the areas of time we get to see them in - so this is in the early days of getting to know each other and - you guessed it - it involves coffee haha! THANK YOU AGAIN!!! (also hi and hello i am back after an absolutely chaotic af week)!!!!!! <3333

porcelain, silk and starch

(a/n): ANNIE X BRADY GIRLIES THIS IS FOR YOUUUU!!!! getting back into some 'early days' sorta stuff for these two that i felt were needed for their connection. just those early moments of first meetings and interactions that i wanted to work with a bit! and ofc a cameo from co-pilot francis who is my fav of favs fr! a queen in true form!!! i hope you all (and poet most of all - this was a great prompt THANK YOU) enjoy!!! :D

“Silver Bullets should’ve been put into mass production the day she made the run over Caen,” Francis said, pulling her cigarette from her lip and patting the edge of the wing, the early dawn rays of the sun tickling the edges of the metal, “flies like a fucking angel, I tell ya, Bradshaw.”

Annie looked up at the large berth of wingspan for the B-17 and smiled a bit; it was evident how much Francis cared about the plane, like it was this thing they were caring for day by day, somehow watching it grow. It seemed Francis was coming around - they were actually on a name-to-name basis rather than incredibly formal 'Lieutenant Bradshaw' and 'Lieutenant Montez' callings. It was actually kind of nice. Annie knew Francis still held her bearings about everything, but she was more receptive and open-minded than she had been a few days back.

“So, how’d you get wrapped up in all this?” Francis said turning to Annie, a slightly darkened look in her eyes, “Some stupid bet, couldn’t handle a joke from a sick fucko back home? I’ll do you one better, an old boyfriend who thinks he’s God’s greatest gift-“

"Joined the WAC," Annie said, rather unceremoniously - not like her mother had been pleased, so Annie was just used to the lackluster of it all because of that fact (no one had been excited for such a thing, for someone like her, from where she was from), "started ferrying planes - fuel reloads, supply drops. Seems they liked me in the higher ups. Now I'm here." Francis watched her for a moment, smoke lingering up from the butt of her cigarette. With their uniforms on, they both actually looked half-decent - no pilot gear and uniform looking mangled from a mission, no sweat, burnt pieces of hair, frozen eyebrows and bloodied cheeks. Just like normal people for once.

“You know, I like that for you,” Francis said, “I had some guy tell me I could never pilot a plane. Showed him up.” Annie smirked from behind her aviators at Francis - quite the character, she could hold her own and had no problem telling it how it was. Yeah, Annie was already sold, even if Francis wasn't sold on her.

“So. The WAC. Do tell.” Francis said, pointing at her.

“Well, I did translating for a good period of time before I was wrapped up in flying. Gotta say if the opportunity had been presented, I would've stuck with it.”

“Whatcha translating?”

“German, French…tried to get a handle on Russian. Still trying my best with that.”

“Damn, Bradshaw,” Francis said before pointing a finger at her, “what the hell did that have to do with flying?”

“They said we couldn’t do it.” Annie offered back, crossing her arms and shrugging, "That sorta stuff you listen to, even if you don't want to. And then you do, even if they think you can't."

"Birdie really would've loved you." Francis said, the first real genuine smile growing on her face as she crossed her arms, "Wanna see inside?"

Climbing up into the belly of the plane, the lingering silence hit her like bricks, the feeling inside the fort. What had happened here. What they all knew had happened her; what the women of Silver Bullets had experienced. What had Montez said to let them know their pilot was dead? That she had to take control of the plane and the body was in the front seat? What mind-fuck had they gone through to wrap their minds around that fact?

"Pretty isn't it?" Francis said from behind her, briefly patting the edge of one of the seats as they both moved towards the cockpit.

"She's beautiful." Annie said, adjusting herself in the left side of the cockpit, running her hands along the buttons and the wheel and the edges of the window, "Really, it's a beautiful plane."

Glancing back at Francis, she noticed the woman far-off it seemed, eyes glazed, staring somewhere out to the hazy horizon. Annie slowly brought her focus forward again - Birdie had died here. Right where Annie was sat. It was a wonder Francis could even walk up here again - Annie gave her a lot of credit.

"Well," Francis started, blowing breath from her lips, a quick smile darting onto her lips, "we'll have plenty of time to admire this bucket of bolts in the coming days, for now…we oughta get ourselves to the dining hall. Breakfast. Ain't they say it's the most important meal of the day?"

Francis' voiced trailed off somewhere between her talking about breakfast and saying how she thought the most important meal of the day was actually dessert. Annie stood there for a moment, in the middle of the plane, lingering in the stillness, the plane that had launched that crew up into the sky and came back down without a pilot. Who still stood tall and strong, right here, right now.

Annie tried to clear her mind. She hopped out of the plane, landing beside Francis, rather gracefully, and looked up at the co-pilot in the morning sun, who was grinning like a goose at her.

"How many missions you been on?" Annie asked Francis, genuinely curious. She was trying to connect the dots from the incident to now. Had they been up in the plane after what had happened? With a new replacement that hadn't made the cut? How many had Birdie been on?

"Only two." Francis said with a slightly constrained look, before seeming to shrug it off as they made way towards the dining hall, "They wouldn't allow us to go with any of the replacements until we did a practice run or two. As you can see, those didn't go too well." Annie glanced at Francis and evidently saw the stress running rampage through her. It was evident in her face, in the way she spoke - she wanted something to work, she wanted to get in the sky again, she needed something to go right for the first time.

"If I get the position. Officially, that is," Annie started, looking up at Francis, "I intend to keep Silver Bullets as one of the best B-17s in the air. With the crew we've got, the co-pilot," Francis smiled, "I don't doubt that. Birdie had the crew for a reason." Francis watched her, a bit of sentimental air wafting through them as Francis reached out and squeezed her shoulder.

"You're a good one, Bradshaw," Francis said and Annie quirked out a smile, "c'mon."

Entering the dining hall - Annie realized quickly it was only for officers and high-ranking officials when she saw the likes of Major Cleven and Major Egan at a table together, huddled over some coffee alongside Kidd, Crank and DeMarco.

"Here we go." Francis said, leading Annie towards the center strip of table, covered in a white tablecloth, filled with all sorts of baskets of goods, utensils, coffee and mugs, "Usually, you can just get it served to you. But. Figured you'd want to see the spread, huh?" Annie's eyes widened at the assortment of things as Francis gently gave her shoulder a tap.

"I'll get us a table, get your fill, I'll get the food." Francis said before walking off, giving a wave to a few, fellow officers down a few rows of tables, bee-lining towards the food line.

Annie stood quietly for a moment, her eyes running over the length of the table in slight amusement and wonder. Growing up, she never had the sort of luxury as much as simple things like sugar or cream - even in coffee. Coffee was usually black, and a little watered down (it saved them from having to buy so many coffee grounds, you know?), and usually it was bitter. But you washed it down because it was what you had.

Now - there was sugar, cream, honey, biscuits for dipping, actual cloth napkins, a little spoon just for stirring! Gently, she touched the white tablecloth, the soft texture something so delicate and foreign to her in ways someone shouldn't have to think of.

Tablecloths were rough, scratchy and torn where she came from.

Here - they were soft, cream and stitched.

Annie retracted her hand and instead focused on the coffee.

Coffee.

Sometimes all she wanted day in and day out was coffee.

Reaching forward, she picked up a mug and cradled it in her hands - it was still warm, like it had just been freshly cleaned, straight from the hot water.

Annie had remembered feeling out of place before - plenty of times had she done things in her life where being the odd one out was normal for her. But now - even with just beautiful tablecloths and hot coffee mugs - she felt like being the odd one out was something she had to address. Right now.

Glancing around, officers and officials at the tables weren't looking at her (of course, they wouldn't be, why would they, this is normal for them), but for her, being in a place like this? With things like this? Annie set the mug down and then looked at the pot of steaming coffee. She debated. Did she need the cup of coffee?

"Hey," a voice said from somewhere to her left, causing her to turn away from the coffee pot and towards the voice, finding Lieutenant John Brady there, a smile on his face, as he slowly removed his crusher cap, "Bradshaw, right? New pilot for Silver Bullets?" A smile popped onto Annie's face as she suddenly took in that it was that pilot - from a day or two back - John Brady.

A part of her had been wondering when she'd see him again or even just around. He'd been nice, hospitable, and had a funny sense of humor she could get behind. People like that you wanted in your back pocket. Even if all she knew was his name and that he had a nice face.

"Yes. Annie Bradshaw." she said, unable to help her ever-present mannerisms and held out her hand (as if they hadn't met a few days ago and they'd all but tag-teamed Major Egan), "….uh, Brady?" He grinned - she knew it was him too, she couldn't forget a face like that, but she wanted to test the waters. Give a bit of it back.

"Brady. John Brady." he said, reaching forward to shake her hand, smile growing on his own face, "How's it been going? Hopefully Egan wasn't bearing too hard after your introduction a few days ago." Annie laughed - almost a bit nervously and awkwardly - trying to make impressions was something she was never great with, but things usually weighed in her favor at the end of the day.

"No, no, it was fine, really," Annie said, as she slowly dropped his hand, a slight tinge of warmth pooled in her stomach at the thought of his hand again - and the fact that was the second time she had even touched his hand, "Major Egan is definitely quite the character."

"That he is." Brady said with a laugh, shoving his hands in his pockets, nodding to her aviators in her front pocket, "Busy day?"

"Francis' showed me Silver Bullets," Annie said with a nod and a smile, "she's a beautiful plane." Brady smiled at her and then glanced over Annie's shoulder at Francis, before readjusting his eyes on her.

"That crew's really glad you're here," Brady said, face falling slightly, "after what happened…." Annie nodded to fill in the gapping hole of words.

"I'm giving them my all. After everything." Annie said quietly and Brady nodded, watching her, something in his lingering gaze a comfort in a way she would never make out, "Well, don't let me be in your way-"

"No, no not at all," Brady said quickly with a nod, "coffee drinker?"

"Yeah," she said, reaching up to run her hand along her hot collar a bit - almost like she couldn't get her mind in gear properly, "never did have much of any of these sorts of fixings back home, so….to say the least, I'm pretty stoked to try it out." She looked back to Brady who was watching her with a quiet look on his face, a soft grin riding his cheeks as he reached forward and took his own mug.

"You said you were from Mankato? Minnesota?" he asked her as she reached forward and picked up the pot of coffee and began pouring.

"Yeah," she said, turning to look at him as she poured, "didn't have a whole lot, but…it was home." There was a twinge of pain to that word. Home. Her mind blanked for a moment, before she was hearing a voice in her ear and her hand was burning.

"Look at you! You're spilling coffee. Here, here-" Annie blinked and turned her eyes and found Brady slowly removing the coffee pot from her grasp, the mug overflowing with hot coffee there on the starch table clothes, stained with dark puddles of drying liquid, her heart pounding. She watched frozen as Brady grabbed some napkins to dab at it, before looking to her gaze again.

"You okay there?" he asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Didn't mean to batter you with questions, I swear my folks just raised me like that, questions and all-

""No." Annie said quickly, shaking her head and looking at her hand stained with hot coffee and gave a nervous smile, cheeks turning a bit pink, "I got….distracted. About home and this place. It's…it's all good. Sorry. About the coffee. And now the damn table cloths." Brady chuckled and took his hand off her shoulder and grabbed the empty mug and poured the coffee to a reasonable amount before handing it to her.

"Don't you worry, Little Birdie," he said with a smile, "it's a big place here. Lots to look at, get distracted by. Being so far from home anyway, that is. I'll let the cooks know-"

"Little Birdie?" she said, interrupting his train of thought. Brady grinned.

"You're a lot like Birdie. Captain Faulkner. You remind me of her, ya know? So - Little Birdie." he said with a smile, "Much better than Egan calling you No Name, too." Annie let out a laugh and nodded.

"Yeah, way better." she said and Brady smiled. For a moment, they stared at each other before Annie cleared her throat and looked at the coffee cup and back up at him.

"I'll be-"

"Your hand okay-" The two looked at each other before letting out a few nervous laughs.

"You first." Annie said, "Rank does its duties."

"We're both Lieutenants, Bradshaw."

"You're 1st. I'm 2nd." she said with a smile, "So?" Brady smirked, before the corner of his eyes and lips softened.

"Your hand okay? The coffee was pretty hot." he said softly and she nodded.

"Fine." she said, "Had cuts and bruises worse than this. Climbed trees as a kid." Brady watched her, brow peaked in interest. She smirked. "Also fell out of a lot of trees, too, so….all good." Brady let out a chuckle at her words, watching expectantly as she cleared her throat.

"And yes…..I was just going to be going. Don't want to hold you up." she said and then looked up at him. "I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, of course," Brady said, "probably flying club, right?" Annie raised a brow.

"Flying club?" She really was quite clueless on more than she thought.

"Drinks, dancing, music - get the tension out of your shoulders sorta thing." he said, another grin growing, "So, I'll probably see ya tonight?"

"Right." Annie said with a smile, holding the mug close to her, forgetting about cream or sugar, "Sounds good to me. I'll see you around. Thanks. Sorry again." And with that, she was turning away, slightly mortified at her clear inability to pour coffee efficiently. She hurried towards Francis at a table with their food, slamming her body and the mug of coffee down, meeting Francis' slightly annoyed gaze at the rough presence announced.

"You okay?" Francis asked her, eyeing the coffee and Annie's face again, "You look a little flustered. Hey, you drink black coffee?" Annie looked between the coffee and Francis and then sighed again.

"I meant to grab…." Annie looked over her shoulder and watched as Brady poured some cream into his own coffee cup - the one she had previously overflowed, to her own mortifying realization - and was now wandering away with, sipping it ever so gently, settling into a spot beside DeMarco. A pair of fingers snapped in front of her face and she turned quickly to look at Francis.

"Grab what? The LT's attention or a donut?" Francis said, before chuckling at Annie's slightly flustered expression and chuckled, "I'm just kidding you, c'mon, let's eat up. I think we're doing a practice run, just us girls - maybe with Just-A-Snappin', too." Francis bit into a piece of toast, "Harding wants to see us in the air. 'Longside another crew."

"Alright." Annie said with a nod, "We can make that happen." Francis smiled.

"Good," Francis said, "now, eat up. Don't need my pilot going hungry in the cockpit. Might have to feed you some of Margie's crushed up peanuts she's always carrying around-"

"Oh God." Annie murmured, "Bessie warned me….briefly…"

"Yeah, they're a goddamn curse on that thing, but she swears on it. Superstitious that one is." Annie chuckled at Francis' words and they continued to eat and discuss their day. Annie couldn't help but think of it all though - porcelain, silk and starch.

Everything and all things.

When you came from nothing, things like that were practically gold.

[paleyshelie]

Madden NFL 25: Rebuilding the Franchise - Top 3 Teams You Can Make Shine Again In Madden NFL 25, the concept of rebuilding a team from the ground up is an exciting and challenging aspect of the game. The beauty of the Franchise Mode lies in the satisfaction you get from taking a struggling team, one with low ratings and limited success, and transforming it into a Super Bowl contender. Whether you’re a first-time player or a seasoned veteran, the challenge of rebuilding a Madden 25 coins team can provide hours of entertainment and growth.

Madden NFL 25 features a number of rebuild teams—those struggling franchises that are in dire need of leadership, management, and a fresh infusion of talent. This guide will focus on three rebuild teams in Madden NFL 25 that offer great potential for success. If you’re up for the challenge, these teams will allow you to prove your managerial skills and create a powerhouse that could rival the best in the league.

Chicago Bears: The Windy City Rebuild The Chicago Bears have been struggling to find consistent success for years. However, with the right leadership, they possess the talent and resources to turn things around quickly in Madden NFL 25. This is a team with a lot of upside, especially with the addition of rookie quarterback Caleb Williams and a strong backfield.

Strengths: Caleb Williams (QB): The former USC star enters the Madden NFL 25 world with a modest overall rating of 76, but his potential is sky-high. If you invest in his development through the MUT 25 Coins system, Williams can become one of the best quarterbacks in the league. He has the physical attributes and skills to lead a franchise to glory, making him the centerpiece of your rebuild. Running Back Committee: The Bears' backfield is stocked with talented players like D’Andre Swift and Khalil Herbert. Together, they form an excellent running back trio that can dominate on the ground, providing balance to the offense. This powerful running game will be crucial for controlling the clock and relieving pressure from Williams in his early years. Wide Receivers: The Bears' receiving corps is stacked with talent, including Keenan Allen, a six-time Pro Bowler, and the up-and-coming Rome Odunze. The addition of D.J. Moore, a reliable veteran, and the promising Cole Kmet at tight end gives you a solid foundation to build a potent passing attack. Weaknesses: Trenches (Offensive and Defensive Lines): The Bears' biggest weakness lies in the trenches, both on offense and defense. While the offensive line has Teven Jenkins as the lone standout player, the rest of the line is subpar, which could put pressure on Williams and the running game. A major part of your rebuild will be strengthening the offensive line by drafting or trading for quality players. Defense: Although the Bears have some talented defensive players, including Montez Sweat and rookie Austin Booker, they need more depth and playmaking ability. You’ll need to focus on bolstering the defense by acquiring more elite players to make the unit formidable. Rebuild Strategy: The key to rebuilding the Chicago Bears in Madden NFL 25 is focusing on two main aspects: offensive line improvement and defensive upgrades. Start by using your cap space and draft picks to strengthen the trenches. Whether through free agency or the draft, you’ll need to add depth to both the offensive and defensive lines. Once the lines are solid, Caleb Williams and the offensive playmakers will thrive, and the defense will be able to perform at a high level.

New York Giants: A Strong Foundation with a Quarterback Crisis The New York Giants are in an interesting situation in Madden NFL 25. While they have some young and talented players, including a solid defensive line and promising offensive weapons, their future hinges on finding a long-term solution at quarterback. With the departure of Saquon Barkley to the Philadelphia Eagles, the Giants' offense lacks a star player in the backfield, but the future still looks bright with a variety of up-and-coming talents.

Strengths: Young Talents: The Giants have an impressive group of young players with great potential, including WR Malik Nabers, TE Theo Johnson, and defensive players like CB Andru Phillips and FS Tyler Nubin. These players all have the potential to become stars with proper development, and you’ll need to focus on nurturing their growth. Defensive Line: The Giants' defense is filled with young pass rushers like Dexter Lawrence II, Brian Burns, and Kayvon Thibodeaux, all of whom are under 26 years old. They form the core of a defense that can be dominant for years to come, and you can build your defensive strategy around these players. Cap Flexibility: Despite losing Barkley, the Giants have a good amount of cap flexibility to make moves and sign free agents, which will help you address some of the team's weaknesses. Weaknesses: Quarterback Problem: The Giants face a major challenge at quarterback. Daniel Jones, the former franchise QB, has suffered an ACL injury, and his future in the league is uncertain. His low rating of 71 in Madden NFL 25 suggests that the team could be stuck in the quarterback purgatory for some time. The priority should be acquiring a quality signal-caller, either through free agency, trade, or the draft. Running Game: Losing Saquon Barkley leaves a hole in the running back corps. While the team has some depth at the position, it will be important to find a reliable starter to complement the offense. Rebuild Strategy: To rebuild the New York Giants, your first step should be finding a franchise quarterback to lead the team. Use your cap space and draft picks to either acquire a veteran QB through trade or bring in a highly-rated rookie to take the reins. After addressing the quarterback position, focus on developing your young talent. The defense, with players like Thibodeaux and Burns, is a solid foundation for success. You’ll also need to bring in a reliable running back to replace Barkley and ensure balance on offense. Once the quarterback situation is sorted out, the Giants can quickly turn into a powerhouse.

Denver Broncos: The Mile High Challenge The Denver Broncos have been in a prolonged rebuild since their Super Bowl 50 victory. Despite having some solid pieces in place, including one of the league’s top cornerbacks, Patrick Surtain II, the Broncos have struggled to find consistent quarterback play. With a changing QB carousel over the past few years, the Broncos need to stabilize the position before they can truly contend.

Strengths: Defensive Superstar: The Broncos have a stud in Patrick Surtain II, one of the best cornerbacks in the game with an overall rating of over 80. He will be a cornerstone of your defense, and you can build around him as the centerpiece of a strong defensive unit. Offensive Line: Unlike many other rebuilding teams, the Broncos' offensive line is solid. With three players rated over 80 on the line, the offensive line will give your quarterback some protection, allowing you to focus on other areas of the team. Bo Nix (QB): The rookie center, Bo Nix, shows promise and can develop into a solid starting quarterback with time. His overall rating of 72 may not seem impressive, but with the right training and game time, he can emerge as a strong QB in the league. Weaknesses: Quarterback Carousel: The Broncos have had issues with finding stability at the quarterback position. With six quarterbacks on the roster, it’s clear that this is a major area of concern. Your first task will be selecting a long-term quarterback and ensuring they develop into a franchise player. Aging Receivers: Many of the Broncos’ receivers are nearing the end of their careers or are injury-prone. This means you’ll need to find new blood in the receiver corps to ensure long-term success. Defense Depth: While Surtain is a star, the Broncos’ defense needs more playmakers. You’ll need to acquire more high-rated defensive players to make the team competitive on both sides of the ball. Rebuild Strategy: The key to rebuilding the Denver Broncos lies in stabilizing the quarterback position. Whether you stick with Bo Nix or bring in a veteran QB, securing a leader at the position should be your top priority. From there, you’ll need to focus on improving the defense and adding more playmakers, especially in the front seven. The offensive line is solid, but finding a new group of young, talented receivers will be crucial. With a solid quarterback, a revamped defense, and fresh talent at receiver, the Broncos can return to championship contention.

Conclusion In Madden NFL 25, rebuilding a franchise is a rewarding challenge, and these three teams—the Chicago Bears, New York Giants, and Denver Broncos—offer exciting opportunities to create a Super Bowl contender. Whether you're drawn to the challenge of developing a rookie quarterback like Caleb Williams in Chicago, nurturing young defensive talent in New York, or stabilizing the quarterback situation in Denver, each of these teams provides a unique set of cheapest Madden 25 coins challenges. With the right strategy, smart player development, and some patience, you can lead any of these rebuild teams to NFL glory.

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