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smiley-mcdoggington · 2 months ago

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"Pines." A voice barked. "Up."

Ford dragged himself off the bench on numb legs. He didn't dignify the officer with a glance while he rolled open the cell door, brushing past them just slow enough they could keep up.

His brother stood at the front desk of the precinct, looking about as sour as usual. "Ford, what the hell." He said, like he'd said a dozen times before.

Ford rolled his eyes. "She was the one that stole from me. I appreciate my visits here about as much as you do."

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just get in the fucking car, Six." He said, and Ford strolled out of the building to the old El Diablo while his twin asked more about his charges.

When Stanley finally got out, he had some papers in his hand and a scowl on his face. He got into the passanger seat and threw the papers on the dash. "You wanna know how much you cost this time? Twenty fucking grand, Stanford! What kind of horseshit are you pulling here?"

Ford started his car without a word.

"What the hell did she even steal from you? I coulda replaced it, woulda taken less than your lawyer I'll tell you that."

"She took my batteries, Stan, what was I supposed to do? The government won't give me a patent for the damn things, she could have sold my work."

"You damn near killed her, Ford! You know if you need money I can--"

"It's not about money, Stanley! You wouldn't get it!"

"Oh alright asshole, you're right I don't get why you assaulted a college kid in her apartment for stealing your batteries because it was fucking stupid!"

Ford pulled over into a curb. "Well you'd know all about stupidity, wouldn't you Stanley?!"

"That's it! This is the last time I'm bailing you out, Ford! I'm sick of fighting Carla for you, I'm sick of risking my career for you, I'm sick of paying for defense lawyers for you, I'm sick of--" Ford grabbed him by the front of his sleezy button-down and pressed their lips together.

Stan's hand trying to push him off relaxed after a moment, before grabbing a handful of Ford's coat and pulling him closer. The stick shift dug into Ford's stomach, he didn't care, reaching over to tangle his fingers in Stan's hair.

Ford pulled away, Stan almost followed him. "You need a haircut." Ford muttered.

"I like it." Stan said, barely paying attention, eyes pointed downward shamelessly.

Ford hummed, leaning forward to put his chin on Stan's shoulder. "Suppose it would make a good handle." He mumbled in his twin's ear, tugging a little for emphasis. Stan grunted. Ford ran his other hand up Stan's thigh. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Just letting yourself be pulled around, right to where I want you." He slipped his thumb under Stan's pants, just too far away to touch. "That's why you always come back, isn't it? You want me to grab you by the hair like a mutt, take the choices away from you."

Stan swallowed his saliva, close enough for Ford to hear.

"You want me, Stanley?" He tightened his grip on his hair. "You want to be good?" Stan made a low rumble of a noise at that. Ford leaned back, and Stan leaned forward until it was Stan with the stick shift digging into him - it might have slid out of park to give Stanley room, it was probably fine.

Ford used his grip on Stan's hair to shove his face into the crotch of his old jeans. Stan froze for a second before reaching his hands up. Ford swatted them. "No." He said, and Stan's hands returned to half-propping himself up.

Stan looked up at him, confused.

"Just your mouth."

Stan immediately got the zipper between his teeth and pulled it down. The broken button didn't last a second without his fly up, and Stanley looked like he was about to say something about the state of his clothes. Ford gripped Stan's hair tighter and pulled himself out, shoving the tip in his mouth.

Stan's jaw immediately went slack. He looked up at Ford with anticipation.

Ford shoved him the rest of the way down - rutting into his face until his chest started seizing trying to inhale, before dragging him up and back down again with half a breath to sustain himself. "Good. God, Stanley, that's good. So good for me."

Stanley made a short whine in the back of his throat, his own hips rutting into nothing but air. Spit leaked down the corner of his mouth, his eyes struggling to stay looking up at Ford.

"Disgusting." Ford murmured. "You wanna come, don't you, baby?" He asked, before pulling him off for a breath.

"Ye-yeah. Stanford--" Ford pulled him back down.

"Just a little longer, I'm almost done." Ford said while Stanley's eyes watered.

Ford set a fast pace that left Stanley struggling to cough, but then he twisted his hand in Stan's hair and Stan's moan sent him over the edge, riding himself out in the back of Stan's throat before pulling him off and up.

Stan looked dazed, like he barely knew where he was. Ford dragged him forward into a kiss while a hand reached down to pull him out, jerking him quick and dry while Stan groaned into his mouth. Stan came after only a few seconds, staining that awful button-down and leaving him holding onto Ford's shoulders for dear life while he shuttered.

Ford let Stan breathe for a second.

"You gotta stop doing this, Six..." Stan panted after a minute or two.

Ford hummed. "You seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Not this part."

"But you'll take care of it, won't you? The charges?"

"Yeah, yeah." Stan's voice was wrecked. "I gotcha, Sixer."

"Good."

#stancest #Uhhhh????#This is kinda like a role reversal au except the roles were reversed when they were 17 instead of at the portal #Also if it brings anyone comfort Stanley and Carla are platonic spouses because Carla's got Mormon parents that won't let her divorce 👍#Alternate ending where the car starts rolling down a hill and they crash and Stanley bites Ford's dick off #Ford deserves it in the context of the au honestly #drafts

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the-valiant-valkyrie · 1 year ago

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Answering (by far too many) questions about Phoenix to get a better feel for their character. There's no spoilers for 3 in this, either 💕 So the only thing there is to worry about is how comically long it is

Does your muse make decisions with their head or their heart? Perhaps a bit of both?

Phoenix doesn’t get much room to think with anything beyond their head on the job. And more often than not, they are on the job- or at least, they’re stuck in a similar headspace… That being said, during what little time they spend beyond their occupation, that completely flips. In the rare instances they’re allowed to be lax, they’ll be far more likely to let their emotional state guide their behaviors.

Would you say your muse lives up to their potential? Are they trying to, or could they care less?

They’ve surpassed their initial potential, really. They would never say it out loud, but Phoenix absolutely thinks that it’s only downhill from this point onwards. Sure, they survived a hell of a lot, but that doesn’t mean they know how they did it. They sure as hell would like to keep the reputation they’ve gained, but they don’t feel like they’ve earned it themselves. More like fate just tacked it onto them against their will.

Is your muse protective of those they care for? If so, how do they show it?

It’s been a while since Phoenix has even had someone that they’ve cared for. If you were to have asked them before they joined the Agency, they probably would have responded with a shrug. Nowadays though, the bond they’ve developed with their handler is probably the strongest one they’ve ever had. Taking a bullet for him is the least of what Phoenix would do for that man. Thankfully (for now, anyways), he hasn’t found himself in any sort of situation that would require Phoenix doing that.

Does your muse tend to judge others, or are they more open-minded?

No, Phoenix is absolutely a bit of a judger. Just about anyone who they meet for the first time, they’ve got some internal commentary stirring up in their head the second they lay eyes on them. It happens a lot with Zoraxis operatives especially. Normally it boils down to “ohhh, this guy’s weird”, while actively ignoring the fact that they, too, are very weird. They’re not above being a hypocrite in that regard.

Does your muse have any strange interests? do they keep these interests to themselves, or are they comfortable sharing them with others?

Straying from the somewhat obvious answer of their pyromanic tendencies, Phoenix has a habit of… ‘finding’ stuff out in the field and taking it back with them. It absolutely boggled the Agency the first few times they did it, but nobody stopped them while they had the chance, and they quickly made a habit of it. Sans the handler, they don’t really have great connections with most people in the office, so it isn’t something that comes up a lot. If someone asked them about it, they’d be happy to explain it, but more often than not they’d prefer it if people they didn’t know stayed away from their stuff. After SatL, Phoenix was devastated to learn that all of the souvenirs they collected were removed from the van- probably discarded somewhere by other faculty. Their handler was equally upset about it, though at the time that he learned what the Agency had done, he was still under the impression Phoenix was dead, so.

Has your muse ever been arrested? If so, what for?

Before embracing the life of an agent, Phoenix had gotten themself caught up in a criminal lifestyle far bigger than they were. They were on the hook for a lot of things, really. Trespassing, grand theft, breaking and entering, second degree murder, and, of course, arson, among a few other things. … It was actually the Agency who intercepted their arrest… Read over their files, saw their talent, and didn’t figure them enough of a threat to be against ‘hiring’ them for an agent position. Or maybe they were just looking for some cannon fodder who wouldn’t be missed. Phoenix didn’t really know. But between being an agent or going to jail, it was an easy answer.

Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?

… It’s a question Phoenix thinks about a lot. They don’t really have an answer- though if they had to choose, they’d lean towards ‘no’. Their past certainly doesn’t help them think very highly of themself and their morality. They’ve left it behind, but that doesn’t mean they don’t think about it… They wouldn’t even be an agent without all the skills they honed during that time of their life. It’s inseparable from who they are now, whether they like it or not. Phoenix didn’t join the Agency willingly… Not really. Sure, they got used to it- maybe even grown to like it, in a strange sort of way, but they have coworkers who trained and dedicated their lives to their job because they wanted to help people. Because they wanted to save the world- protect the innocent. Phoenix didn’t have a choice. Do they want to help people…? Do they want to protect the innocent? They think they do- they’re pretty sure any rational person would. But they wouldn’t be here if the Agency didn’t snatch them up… Would they even care, if it wasn’t for them? It’s hard to consider being a good person when the good things you do, ultimately, stem from the debt that you owe.

How important is family to your muse?

Not very. They never really knew their mother, didn’t have a great relationship with their father, and keeping contact with him post joining the Agency wasn’t a very high priority for them. Add being an only child to the mix, and that doesn’t really leave much left.

Does your muse tend to blame themselves or others?

It depends, but normally it's much easier for the blame to fall on Phoenix if something goes wrong in the field. Originally, this was because when something went wrong, it usually was their fault- they touched something too quickly, or threw away something they actually needed, or accidentally gripped something too tightly with the telekinesis they were still adjusting to. Though they’ve gotten better at making less mistakes in the field, it's hard to shake the habit of blaming themself whenever things start to go awry.

What decisions have your muse made that they regret?

Regret is… a strange concept for Phoenix. Oddly, one they get particularly thoughtful about. Of course, they regret a lot of the actions in their past, but without it, they wouldn’t be where they are today… They’ve got a place to live they can call their own, an office full of people who… tolerate them, free lunch every day, and a friend they wouldn’t trade for the world. Not to mention all they’ve done since becoming an agent… They certainly don’t regret any of that. Ultimately, Phoenix tries not to dwell on things like regret to begin with. If they don’t think about the past too hard- if they enjoy the present for what it is, and leave everything else behind- then it can’t hurt them as much. Right?

What haunts your muse? Is there any event in your muse’s past that they can’t move past?

A lot… But to narrow it to just one, Rising Phoenix clings to them like a dead weight. Not because of the mission itself… Not because of Juniper, or the missile, or Zor (well, okay, maybe Zor a little bit)... But they can’t shake the memory of their handler crying out to them when the elevator cables finally snapped. With the earpiece tucked directly behind… you know, their ear, it felt as if the sound was echoing around in their skull. They could have died, then. And that wasn’t new, obviously- they nearly died just about every day that week… But having it sink in that even their handler didn’t trust their odds… It was a lot to think about all at once. That they might die. That someone else might care if they die. That his voice shouting their ‘name’ could be the last thing they ever hear him say… The last thing they ever hear period. Revelation after revelation hit in rapid succession, and plummeting to their would-be-death in an elevator certainly hadn’t helped matters much.

Does your muse favor nonviolence? Will they be violent if needed? Do they revel in violence?

Generally, if Phoenix can handle a situation without killing somebody, they will. Physical harm that doesn’t lead to murder is a completely different story, though. They’ll generally do just about anything short of murder to get someone off their back. Phoenix is a pretty big advocate for improvised weaponry, and partnering that up with their telekinesis is quite the dangerous combination. If it’s not bolted to the wall, you’re likely to get hit by it. Hope you have a particularly sturdy skull.

Does your muse prefer to keep the peace or rock the boat? Are they a mediator, or do they tend to make others upset?

Over the years of working for the Agency, they’ve certainly gotten better, but Phoenix has always been a bit of an instigator. It’s a habit they never quite broke. You give them five minutes and they can turn just about anything into an argument. It made them pretty unpopular during their first few months in the office. Nowadays, they’re a lot more playful about it, and they’ve gotten better about learning the limits of those around them (and they’ll only pass those limits if they’re a Zoraxis operative).

Does your muse have any specific fears? Is there a reason why they fear these things?

Phoenix has had a pretty bad case of paranoia even before they joined the Agency. Of course, turning to a life of secrecy pretty much only made that worse. They feel more comfortable meandering through the hallways of an Agency facility than they do walking down the street. They feel safer spending a late night at their office than they do in their own home. There’s a sense of security that comes from being surrounded by their peers that they only really notice once it’s gone… It’s one of the main reasons they’ve stopped asking for vacation days. Not like they’d be very relaxing anyways…

Is your muse happy with their job or career path? Why or why not?

When they started, they couldn’t have cared less about what it ‘meant’ to be a secret agent. They were onboarded to be a dispensable asset, and they knew that full well. Over the years, though, they’ve come around to it… They’re certainly proud of the work they have done (even if they barely know how they even did it), and the sense of community could be a hell of a lot worse. Not needing to fear for their life every time they wake up in the morning would be nice, but you’ve gotta take what you can get, you know.

Does your muse like to travel? have they traveled in the past? Where would they like to go?

Quite obviously, Phoenix travels for work a lot. Before that, though, they never really went too far from their hometown. The concept of traveling for leisure wasn’t really at the forefront of their mind at the time. They can’t deny, though, being an agent has sent them to quite a few gorgeous locations… Though they have no desire to recreationally travel as of currently, they can certainly understand the appeal.

Does your muse believe in an afterlife? If so, what do they believe the afterlife would look like?

They… try not to think about that. If there’s nothing left for them after they die… If everything just cuts to black, and they disappear into the thoughtless ether… Well, there’s plenty of worse things to wake up to, that’s for certain.

Is your muse cowardly, or courageous? what would it take for them to act heroically or selflessly?

It’s a complicated question. If you were to ask Phoenix themself, they certainly wouldn’t consider themself courageous, even despite all they’ve done. Just about every incredibly selfless thing they’ve done- the Death Engine, the stunt in Rising Phoenix, and everything else… Well, they were just about scared shitless the whole goddamned time. Some people would consider it brave to find something heart stoppingly terrifying and still be able to do it anyways. But Phoenix just considers it embarrassing. They don’t really… talk to other agents very much (they aren’t exactly the most popular operative, even despite their accomplishments). With their limited worldview, it’s kind of hard for the imposter syndrome not to creep in. Other agents would have probably done the same things they did, had they gotten the opportunity. And they probably would have done it faster. Probably wouldn’t have hesitated as much.

What are your muse’s most negative traits? How do these traits influence their lives? (ex. if a muse is aggressive, they may have trouble forming lasting friendships.)

Phoenix is an admittedly dangerous combination of standoffish and impulsive. They listen to themself, and act without thinking. Of course, they’ve been working on that a lot more after establishing a better relationship with their handler, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t come back to bite them in the ass from time to time. … It’s so strange that people actually concern themselves about them now. That when Phoenix acts too irrationally, there’s punishments beyond the short term physical, or situational. They get hurt, and their handler gets… scared. They’re not used to that. Even despite their bond, they’ve gotten into a few pretty heated arguments about the matter from time to time. Phoenix still isn’t really used to their actions having consequences for people other than themself. But the world has been relying on them an awful lot, lately… It’s quite the weight on the shoulders.

Has your muse ever felt trapped? by what?

Ultimately- no matter how much they’ve grown used to them, and no matter how much they’ve adjusted to their life as an operative- the Agency is, and will always be Phoenix’s cage. They’re stuck there. They owe a debt, and they can’t really leave if they wanted to. Luckily, they don’t really want to… They’re not really sure what they’d be doing, if not for this… But like most things adjacent to their past, they try not to think too hard about the fact that they’re stuck in this particular career.

#ieytd #i expect you to die #agent phoenix #headcanons #ive been going kinda crazy on the feefee content lately. this is because of my innumerous diseases.#this was pretty fun even if it took an absurdly long time. maybe i'll do this again at some point #i really like my feefee interp.... swings legs and twirls hair. there's something special abt them (their illnesses)#COMPLETELY unrelated but these kids (college aged) have been out here rolling coins down the driveway hill for 30 minutes straight #its 10:40 right now #what are they doing dude......

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