The past few days have been spent camping in the mountaintops - catching sunrises, sunsets, a moon rise, going star gazing, building bonfires, hiking in the rain, being battered by freezing winds, meeting interesting hikers, eating dehydrated food and splurging on real food when in town, having the car surrounded by a bunch of Elk who decided to lick the car for some reason.. All in all, a great collection of moments and memories.
could you tell me what gorilaz is.? i literally have No Idea
it’s a band! it was created by damon albarn (the guy from blur) and jamie hewlett (he made tank girl, the comic not the weird movie) to make fun of mtv but it got very out of hand very quickly. (that’s a good thing to me though jxhjsfkj) basically the whole thing is a real life band but all of the members are fictional characters. the music is REALLY good i highly recommend it
so getting on to the actual story, in universe the whole thing started cause this one guy, murdoc niccals, (this is him)
was Up To No Good trying to steal some keyboards from this shop, uncle norman’s organ/keyboard emporium to start a band. you can probably guess what band it is. this boy stuart pot happens to be working at the shop at the time, which will be important later and by later i mean like one sentence after this. so murdoc crashes his car into the shop, but it ends up crashing straight into stuart’s eye which fills it up with blood….;_; it ends up sending him into a coma. poor guy
so murdoc has to take care of him for whatever reason because the legal system in their universe is somehow even worse than it is in real life. one day he’s doing a bunch of tricks with stuart in his car, and goes too far and knocks stu out the window. ;_; x2 …so he lands on the ground and his other eye also fills up with blood, but it ALSO sends him out of his coma. so he gets up and he looks like this. (except presumably less happy and more covered in blood)
and murdoc is like “woah this guy is hot i’m gonna make him join my band” and decides to call him 2-D cause he has 2 dents in his head. not cause he’s 2 dimensional or anything.
the next person murdoc decides to make join the band is russel hobbs, who is pretty well known because he’s a really good musician and also because he has a bunch of ghosts possessing him.
murdoc decides to kidnap him because he thinks that’s a good idea for whatever reason. unfortunately this is not the last time he kidnaps someone. russel actually doesn’t really care that much though and joins the band anyways.
by now they already have a guitarist whose name i’m not going to mention because i hate her, but she gets kicked out. so they need a new guitarist, they put an ad up, and IMMEDIATELY this fedex crate shows up at their door and this girl pops out.
she calls herself noodle because it’s the only english word she knows, and then proceeds to play the best guitar riff of all time. so they’re a band now! lots of weird things happen.
russel’s ghost boyfriend del shows up to rap and terrorize the rest of the band a bunch but like, terrorizing them in a nice way. if that makes sense.
eventually they try to make a movie and Trouble Arises when it turns out the director is literally making up everything on the spot, murdoc decides they should make the movie themselves, so 2-D starts making ideas for it.
after a really long time spent on making ideas murdoc gets really mad and tries to strangle 2-D. :,( russel and noodle start fighting him over it and he decides he doesn’t need them anymore and leaves. he goes to jail like 5 seconds after.
so they all go out to do gorilla things. 2-D has a lot of fun ^_^ and works at an amusement park for a little bit, murdoc is still in jail, russel tries to make his own album but demons keep trying to drag him down to hell and del gets exorcised so things are not going too well for him, and noodle goes back to japan and finds out she’s actually part of a child soldier project and had her memories erases, and can speak fluent english as well as a bunch of other cool stuff.
murdoc breaks out of jail.
so noodle starts their next album, demon days. they have fun and make a bunch of music videos but More Trouble Arises when this weird fan named jimmy manson starts trying to kill everyone in the band.
so murdoc makes a fake deal with him to kill noodle, and a real deal with noodle so that she can temporarily leave the band. and while they’re filming the video jimmy gets locked inside of her big floating island (that’s a thing she has.) so noodle fakes her death, jimmy actually does die, everything is going well except when the video is over noodle is actually completely gone.
everyone is freaking out about this, and it turns out she got dragged down to hell by those same demons that were trying to do that to russel earlier…probably.
because of this, 2-D decides to quit gorillaz and make his own thing, russel goes into the ocean to find her, and murdoc goes to hell. except not really, he was just really drunk.
for real this time, murdoc goes to the place where noodle kind of died and made a robot out of her dna, cyborg noodle. she’s scary.
then he gets chased away by these pirates he scammed created by someone called the boogieman who you’ll see again soon.
while he’s trying to hide he finds this big island in the middle of the ocean away from all humanity called point nemo. he does the logical thing and spray paints it all pink, builds a really weird house (if you can call it that) on top, and calls it plastic beach.
he calls 2-D to come work on the album, but 2-D really doesn’t want to. so since murdoc is not a very good person, he…gets the boogieman to drug 2-D, put him in a suitcase and send him to plastic beach. this whole phase is really not good for 2-D.
so in case that wasn’t enough, murdoc finds out 2-D is super afraid of whales and to keep him from escaping he looks him in a room where a whale is right outside and there’s a view of said whale. ;;;_;;;
eventually, murdoc finds footage of noodle and takes 2-D and cyborg to go find her. the boogieman has started chasing murdoc to take his soul since murdoc hasn’t fulfilled his part of any of the deals he made with them.
so after some stuff with bruce willis attempting to murder them happens, they go to the ocean and seem pretty close to finding noodle. noodle herself is now super cool looking and has a nice cat mask, and has also reunited with russel, who is now a giant after eating a bunch of toxic waste in the ocean.
unfortunately, 2-D and murdoc don’t find noodle, but they do find the boogieman killing a manatee for no good reason. so they head back to plastic beach, and the boogieman’s pirates have found it and started trying to destroy it.
somewhere inbetween all this, the evangelist who’s kinda like the boogieman’s opposite appears on the island delivering mail and being kind of a protective force. hopefully they’re being one over 2-D because he needs it.
SOOOO the real noodle and russel arrive at the plastic beach, boogieman and murdoc meet up and have a weird fight, boogieman summons more pirates, and cyborg noodle gets really messed up and starts trying to kill everyone. the whale outside 2-D’s room tries to eat him, but russel is able to get rid of it for a little bit. noodle meets cyborg noodle and it’s kinda awkward.
the whole island collapses and noodle and russel get separated. murdoc goes into a submarine and fakes his death, taking cyborg with him, and the whale gets back to 2-D and does what it would be expected to do. so things aren’t going very well. ;_;
noodle wakes up in a fishing village in japan and accidentally releases a demon, so she has an adventure chasing it until she freaken decapitates it.
russel gets captured by people thinking he’s a monster because he’s 50 feet tall and has completely white eyes. after a while, the effects of the toxic waste wear off and he shrinks back to his normal size.
murdoc goes to jail again. cyborg noodle dies, probably.
the whale who ate 2-D dies, and 2-D wakes up on an island he thinks is deserted and has to live off of whale meat. :,( after a few months, he sees a plane and follows it, hoping it can get him off the island. he discovers there’s a beach rave going on a while from his side, and decides to take a year to find himself, which is pretty easy cause he was right there. also he really needed a break from everything that happened. he got a job making friendship bracelets.
after murdoc got out of jail again, he called all of the members back to england, and they all reunited. gorillaz are BACK BABEY
then they released their first song in 5 years and it was about donald trump and it was freaken GOOD
anyways i’m not sure if you were expecting such an in depth explanation but i hope this helps! this is actually even barely getting into it, there’s a lot more but i didn’t want this to be TOO long
Synopsis: After Yoongi suffers a tragic death, he watches how his loved ones suffer because of his absence. He makes a deal with Death himself; he has one year to prepare his beloved ones for his inevitable death.
- January 20th 10:35 p.m-
Yoongi doesn’t look at you, all he does is tighten his grip around the steering wheel and step on the gas petal. Instinctively, your hands grab onto the side of your seat, bracing yourself for the violent brakes and sudden accelerations of the car. You don’t understand why he’s driving so fast considering he knows how much you dislike it. After the car accident when you were a teenager involving all of your family you had grown traumatized of being in cars. Before today he would be considerate about that fear and would refrain from even going five miles over the designated speed limit. Today was a different story.
“Slow down,” you do a horrible job of hiding the fear laced in your voice. Through the corner of your eye, you see Yoongi inhaling and exhaling violently. The vein of the side of his neck is pulsing, beneath the thin level of skin you can see the muscles in his jaw flex as he continues to grind his teeth.
An irish dude at the sports meet jumped on a car and dented it, so they shoved a bunch of money into the door, but then they all pounded out the dent anyway while chanting “all the boys in green fix the car”
A/N: Okay, so I wrote this loosely based on this post that @imagine-assembling-the-avengers reblogged a little over a month ago because I couldn’t help myself. I think it may have gotten a little out of hand, but I’m p happy with the way it’s turned out! I just hope you guys feel the same way lmao
Word Count: 5185
Warnings: Slight angst?
“Yes?” The woman lying on the hospital bed manages to rasp out. Her breathing is labored and she’s fighting to keep her eyes open. “Who…” She trails off, trying to catch her breath. “Who are you?”
“You don’t know me, but I know how to help you.”
She lets out a hoarse laugh. “How could you help me? I’m dying, dear. There’s nothing to be done.”
“There’s always something to be done.” I shake my head and step towards her. “I have… well, I have powers. I can restore you to the way you were in the forties; young, spry and healthy.”
“How is it that you have these powers?” She asks, wary of the newly presented information.
“I’m an Inhuman, Ms. Carter. When Terrigen mists were released in my city, I was lucky enough to have the necessary alien genes to form a chrysalis and develop powers. Now,” I place my hands on my hips. “Do you want my help or not?”
“Why do you want to help me?”
“Because your idiot godson and too-pretty-for-his-own-good ex are about to do something so stupid that it’ll destroy the balance between supers and civilians as we know it.”
Her eyes widen. “And how do you happen to know this?”
“Not illegally, I can promise you that. I just happen to have Inhuman informants on the inside.”
“Alright… but how do you expect to explain my sudden, miraculous transformation to the hospital staff?”
“Oh, the hospital won’t know. They’ll think you’ve died.”
“And how do you expect to pull that off?”
“Tetrodotoxin B, Ms. Carter. It slows the heart rate to one beat per minute. Dr. Banner is quite brilliant, regardless of whether or not his inventions work the way he intended them.”
“So, I’ll be dead, will I?”
“And when I wake, I’ll be young again. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
She’s silent for a moment, staring at something directly in front of her. She purses her lips and turns back to me “Do it.”
“Cool,” I smirk and produce a syringe of the tetrodotoxin b and take a step closer to the woman on the bed. “I suggest you get comfortable. You’re gonna be out for a while.”
“Ms. Carter,” I snap my fingers in front of her face in an attempt to rouse her. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”
Her eyelids flutter momentarily before her eyes snap open and she sits bolt upright, eyes wide. She looks at me in confusion then down at her hands and, if it’s even possible, her eyes widen further. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”
“Thought you might ask that,” I hand her a mirror and grab my coffee from the table next to her bed. “So I brought backup.”
“How can you do this?” She asks, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. “I realize you have powers, but how can you use them without draining yourself?”
I shrug. “I just have to make sure I take in enough calories before I do anything. Either that, or I drain something or someone else”
“Someone?” She asks, lifting one perfectly shaped eyebrow. She’s trying her hardest to keep her cool, but the mask is slipping.
I shrug again. “If I have to, yes.” I finish with my coffee and crush the slightly soggy paper cup in my hand. “It’s not ideal but, y'know, desperate times and all.”
She nods her understanding and casts her eyes around the room. “Where are we?”
“Motel about half an hour’s drive from the Avengers facility in upstate New York. We have to get to there before dark.”
“You told me Steve and Tony were about to do something only I could stop. What exactly am I stopping?”
“Tony and a number of the other Avengers are about to sign the Sokovia accords. The accords were drawn up in order to move the power over those with powers to the government. Anyone with powers who doesn’t sign, meaning mutants, Inhumans and any other sort of enhanced person, will immediately be marked a criminal and they will be pursued and captured. If they are coerced to sign, they’ll be assigned to a team and all will be fine and dandy.”
“And if they refuse?”
“They’ll be put in prison. Specifically the kind that’s submerged in the middle of the ocean somewhere. They call them rafts. I like to call them hell.”
“Tony wouldn’t dare. “
“I think you’ll find that he would.” I snort. “He’s done a lot of things that he’s not proud of and he’s made some things that he lost control of. He thinks that if there’s someone to keep them in control, then he can prevent any potential future disasters.”
“Steve disagrees, obviously.”
She smiles, likes she’s remembering something. “He never really did like having someone tell him what to do.”
“It’s more than that though. The accords affect everyone. Any powered person who doesn’t sign is a criminal. If someone’s in hiding and has to expose themselves to help an innocent in the street, no matter how pure their intentions, will be put away if they don’t sign.”
“How am I supposed to straighten them out? I’m not an unstoppable force.”
“You’re the only thing left they don’t want to lose. Steve’s probably already gotten an alert letting him know you’ve passed. We have to get to the compound before something drastic happens.”
“Alright then,” She swings her legs over the side of the bed and pushes herself up. “What are we waiting for?”
“For you to change out of your grandma gown.” I rise from my seat and grab the clothing I bought for her and throw the wadded up items at her. “You look ridiculous.”
She readily catches the clothing and looks down at the nightgown she’s currently wearing before laughing. “I suppose the nightgown does age me. Where is the restroom?”
“Just down the hall there,” I point in the general direction. “I’ll pack up and start the car.”
She nods and walks off to the bathroom to change. I shove all of the clothing that’s laying around into the duffel that I brought, leaving a pair of shoes and socks out for Peggy to put on when she returns from the bathroom. Other than the possessions that I brought with, I grab the notepad and ballpoint pen from the table closest to the door and scribble down the phone number of my informant and a message that I’ll have Peggy send on either we’re on our way to the compound. After finishing with the message I take both the notepad and pen, but leave behind the key card on the table.
I fling the duffel in the back of the car and slam the door before dropping heavily into the driver’s seat and loudly closing the door.
It’s about ten minutes before Peggy slides into the passenger seat. I start the engine and, as soon I as she’s buckled her seatbelt, I tear out of the parking lot.
We ride in silence until Ms. Carter can’t stand it any longer. She shifts in her seat and angles her body towards mine. I feel her gaze weighing on me like a ton of bricks.
“Spit it out before I hit you.”
“What exactly is it that you can do?”
“In what context, Ms. Carter.”
“Your powers.” She says. “What are the extend of your powers?”
“Oh. Well, I manipulate stored energy. I can drain energy from people, plants, animals, you name it. I can also give that power back. If I have to, I can weaponize it, but I prefer to keep my talents in the infirmary.”
“Is that how you met your informant?”
“More or less yes. He and I worked at the Avengers facility together. He’s a weapons technician and I worked in the infirmary. More often than not, he would get injured trying to help Stark with his tech and I’d have to patch him up.” I concentrate on the road signs my eyebrows furrowing. “I got pretty well acquainted with most of the Avengers, if I’m being honest. After they found out about my powers they would occasionally come see me for a little energy boost before missions. Not all of them will be happy to see me, so please don’t be offended if I use you like a human shield.”
“Why wouldn’t they be happy to see you?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Let’s just say I couldn’t be exactly what they wanted.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I sigh, my grip tightening around the steering wheel. “During the Ultron incident the team picked up a couple of kids. They went to Sokovia and only one of the kids came back alive. They wanted me to bring him back, but I couldn’t. His brain had been without oxygen for too long and I couldn’t do anything to help.” I wipe a frustrated tear away with my thumb. “No one was too happy to have me around at that point, so I left. I kept in touch with my informant and, from what he tells me, at least a few of them think I’m a deserter.”
“That hardly seems appropriate.” She turns her body back to the front of the car and focuses her eyes on the road.
“Yeah, well I left when things got hard. Their words hold some truth. Can’t really be upset when I’m the one who gave up and ran away.” I flip open the compartment between the two front seats and fish out the note I had written earlier and the cell phone and toss them into her lap. “The past doesn’t matter. The present does though, so text that message to the number on the paper.”
I stop the car in a secluded area a ways away from the facility. It looks almost exactly the way it did the day I left.
“So this is the Avengers facility?”
“It’s not as large as I would have expected Tony to have built it.”
“There’s more to it than what you see right here.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and pull myself out of the car. Peggy follows and joins me on my side of the car. “There are a bunch of buildings that you can’t see from here and there’s a large portion of the facility that’s underground.” I point to a small building a few yards away. “That’s how we’re getting in. We just have to wait for my friend to open the door.”
“And when is that supposed to happen?”
“Just give the man a second. He does work in one of the most heavily fortified facilities in the world.”
“What is that building anyway? It’s so small, I can’t imagine it having much more use than a small shed.”
“It’s the underground entrance. Most people who live outside of the facility use it to come and go, especially those of us who work, or rather worked on the lower levels of the facility.”
The doors slide open, revealing my friend who stands there staring in our general direction. I lock the car and gesture to Ms. Carter to follow me. She sticks close, understanding the risk of sneaking into the compound.
“It’s about damn time you got here.” He says as soon as we’re in earshot. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Shut up and give me a hug you asshole.” He laughs and pulls me into a brief but tight hug. “We works have been here sooner, but restoring her drained me more than I expected it to.”
He nods and looks over my shoulder to Ms. Carter. “It’s an honor to meet you ma’am. We’ve all heard great things.”
“It’s good to meet you too.” She nods respectfully. “I have no idea what your names are though.”
“You didn’t tell her our names?!”
“It never came up!”
“You’re hopeless.” He sighs in resignation. “I’m Jared and they’re (Y/N).”
“Alright,” Peggy nods once again.
“Okay, we should head inside before we get caught out here. I’d rather go to them than have them come to us.” I suggest stepping aside to allow Peggy to go through the door before me. Jared nods and we follow him down three flights of stairs and into his small office at the very end of the corridor.
As soon as the door is closed I open an application on my phone and activate it before nodding to Jared. He nods back and nod grabs a spare uniform that he managed to smuggle out of the laundry from behind his desk.
“How long do we have until they know something’s up?” He asks.
“Maybe fifteen minutes, twenty if we’re lucky.” I answer taking one of the uniforms from him and immediately beginning to change into it. “Stark, we should start worrying around ten.”
“Alright then, here’s the plan; Stark and Rogers aren’t exactly talking to each other right now. Last I heard, Rogers was mourning the loss of Ms. Carter here. You walk past a few security cameras, freak out the security staff enough that they call Stark in to check, he alerts the rest of the team and you wait for them to come to you.”
“Cool,” I zip the front of the uniform and stuff the cap on my head. “Anyone I should be particularly worried about?”
“Romanoff and Barton always seemed to like you, so they probably won’t be a huge problem. The Vision is just…”
“Vision?” I offer.
Jared snorts. “Let’s say he’s learning. You see the news a couple days ago?” I nod. “Wanda’s in a bad spot, she may not even show up.”
“Might be for the best. I got weird energy readings off of her when she realized I couldn’t bring her brother back.” I nod. “Anyone else I should be wary of aside from the fearless leaders?”
“Rhodes and Wilson joined up, so you might want to watch out for them.”
“Why is it that you’re warning them but not me?” Peggy asks.
“Because you’re the person who started all of this.” Jared says, gesturing to the facility in general. “Who would dare hurt you?
“Listen,” I cut her off “I’m the one who pissed everyone off. Anyone who’s still upset with me is more likely to just punch me and then ask questions. If they don’t recognize you, they still won’t initially hurt a civilian. You’re fine.”
“If you insist.”
“She’s right, Ms. Carter.” Jared glances at the clock. “You two better get going if you want to get this done.”
I nod. “Alright, let’s go.”
We bid Jared farewell and head back out into the facility. I take her down past the gym where the Captain worked out when he wanted to be alone and check the window to the main door. Sure enough, he’s in there, pounding away at a bag near the doors. I slip away before he can see me and nod to Peggy. She nods back and takes her place in front of the door.
Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the concrete floor. I close my eyes and focus on the Captain’s energy signature. When I’m sure that I’ve locked onto his unique energy, I send a jolt through the floor and into his body in hopes of it startling him enough to get him to look around and see his lost love standing at the door.
At the sound of Ms. Carter’s soft gasp, I grab her wrist and haul her down the corridor, whipping the both of us around a corner and pressing us against the wall. We hear the doors slam open and the slapping of feet against concrete as Steve thunders out of the gym. As soon as we hear his footsteps retreat we move on to our next point.
We quickly make our way to the hangar. There are rows upon rows of quinjets in various states of disrepair. Several technicians shout a greeting and I wave back, grinning at their reactions when they realize who we are.
I glance over my shoulder to see who’s trying to get my attention. When I see someone jogging to catch up with us I stop Ms. Carter and turn around to wait. I squint at them, trying to figure out who they are and it takes a while for it to click.
“Freddy?” I call, “Is that you?”
He laughs as he comes to a stop in front of me. “The one and only.”
“You’ve put on some weight, man.” I comment, pulling him into a hug. “It’s a good look for you.”
He laughs again, slapping me heartily on my back before releasing me from the hug. “I’ll have you know it’s all muscle!”
I snort in amusement. “Yeah, whatever you say, Fred.” He grins at me and I laugh at his response. “How’re the wife and kids?”
“Still just as tickled as ever that I have a job.” He answers. Peggy catches his attention and I immediately see the rebellious sparkle glint in his eyes. “So you’re really doing it, huh? Restoring balance to the Avengers?”
“We’re sure as hell gonna try.”
“Well good on you,” He leans in slightly and lowers his voice. “Though I’m glad I’m not the one who has to be there when the shit hits the fan.”
“I would never ask that of you. You have a family to protect. I don’t want to mess that up for you.” A loud siren cuts through the air and I sigh loudly. “That’s our cue, Ms. Carter.”
“It was lovely to meet you, Fred.” Peggy says, nodding to the stout man in front of us.
“Same to you, ma’am.” He grins at the two of us and squeezes my arm in a silent wish of good luck.
I clap him on the shoulder and lead Peggy towards the exit on the other side of the hangar. Before we leave the massive room I take off the cap that I’m wearing and discard it, making it easier to recognize me.
I hold the door for Ms. Carter and follow after her as soon as she’s through the doorway, the door banging shut behind us.
“There they are!” Someone yells to our right. Upon further investigation I find a horde of facility security officers not too far off.
“Oh, this is getting good,” I say, shooting a manic grin at Peggy before grabbing her by the hand and rushing off in the direction opposite the security officers.
Without so much as a shout of complaint, Peggy races after me, managing to stick close to me as we wave through the maze-like halls of the facility.
As soon as we burst through the doors that lead to another open field on the other side of the compound we’re met by both Stark and Rhodes, their repulsors trained on the both of us. By the shouts coming from behind us I would hazard a guess that the security guards followed us out and, with any luck, the good captain himself.
“Was this part of the plan?” Ms. Carter hisses.
“Completely.” I answer. “Just stay very still.”
“Y know, I was really hoping we’d never see you again, (Y/N).” Stark’s voice scratches out of his suit.
“Believe me, if I could have avoided coming back, I would have.”
“Care to explain why you’re back then? And on top of that, why did you drag this innocent woman into your petty liitle fight with us?”
“Are you really such an incredible dumbass that you’ve already forgotten what your godmother looks like, Stark?” I question.
Tony snorts in derision. “Peggy Carter is dead. You really expect anyone to believe that you brought her back after claiming you couldn’t bring Maximoff back?”
“He had been without oxygen for too long. If I had even tried he would have been brain dead and that would have been a fate worse than death. I did everyone a favor. The fact that you still can’t see that just cements the fact that leaving this team was the best decision I ever made. However, I didn’t come here to dig up the past, I came to get you idiots the scolding of a lifetime.” I run a hand through my hair and square my shoulders defiantly. “Three days ago I paid Ms. Carter a visit in her hospital room. I offered her the chance to have her youth back and she accepted. Using one of Banner’s little inventions, I helped her fake her death and restored her.”
“You're… you’re really not lying about this, are you?” Steve’s voice sounds from behind me. I sigh loudly and turn around to face the man.
“I’ve caused you all enough pain as it is. I wouldn’t come back and spout nonsense just to rub salt into the wounds.”
Looking over my shoulder, I catch Ms. Carter’s eye and nod to her. Her jaw sets and she turns to face the man. I watch as his eyes go wide and tears form in his eyes.
“Hello, Steve.” She says quietly.
“I-I…” He stutters, searching for something to say. “You’re here.” He says finally.
Peggy nods once. “I am. “ She confirms before turning around again to face her godson. “Now, Anthony, this young person has filled me in on the, what did you call them?” She asks, turning her head towards me.
“The Sokovia Accords.” I answer.
“Yes, the Sokovia Accords.” She nods. “You can’t seriously be considering signing the blasted thing.”
“The accords are going to do a lot of good.” He says defensively.
“No, what they’re going to do is set back the progress we’ve made with powered people by several decades. Do you realize how hard it was to normalize the existence of mutants, Tony? Now with the appearance of Inhumans, we’re presented with an entirely new obstacle and the only thing signing those accords will do is not only criminalize, but demonize the existence of anyone with abilities.”
“I am not finished.” She says tersely. I imagine her tacking on a ‘young man’ at the end of her sentence and have to tamp down the urge to laugh. “Why exactly are you signing the accords? Did you think about how it would affect the rest of your team? How it would affect the rest of the world? Once you sign something like this and it takes hold, it’s very hard to dismantle it. Tell me, have you even read through the proposal?”
“I’ve skimmed it.”
“Of course you have.” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.
“(Y/N), please, that’s not helping.” Peggy says curtly.
“Right, sorry. Force of habit.”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you know what they’re proposing to do with those who don’t sign the accords, Tony?”
“I don’t exactly remember for sure.” He answers. We can’t see his face, but I’m certain he’s trying to look anywhere but at Peggy right now.
“They’re going to put them in prison, dear. Prison. For something they can’t even control. And you think this is a good proposal?”
The faceplate of Tony’s mask finally slides up, revealing his uncertain expression. “We need someone to keep us in line. We can’t keep operating on our own. Too many bad things have happened when we’ve run unchecked and it can’t go on like this.”
“Then propose something else.” Peggy says evenly. “The two of you need to work together and draw up a document that you can both agree on.”
“That sounds… doable.” Steve says slowly.
“It damn well better be or, so help me, I will take over and make your lives a living hell until you straighten out. Even then, who knows what I’ll do!” Peggy threatens.
I watch Steve visibly stiffen and I find myself slightly amazed at the effect that this woman has on these two men. I knew she was important, but I guess even then I underestimated her.
When the two men don’t verbally react she shoots alternating disapproving looks at the two men. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Of course, Peggy.” Steve nods fervently.
Peggy and I stare at Tony expectantly. He drops his gaze to the grass.
“Yes, Aunt Peggy.” He mumbles, his words just barely loud enough for us to hear.
Peggy nods in satisfaction. “Good. Now shake on it.”
Both men stare at her, eyes wide. She just lifts her eyebrows at the two of them, her expression otherwise stern.
“Well?” She places her hands on her hips. “We haven’t got all day, have we?”
I watch, mouth covered by my hand to muffle a giggle, as the two men trudge reluctantly towards each other and firmly grasp one others hand. They move them up stiffly up and down once before looking to Ms. Carter for approval. She sighs in exasperation and rolls her eyes.
“Fine,” She scrubs a hand down her face and crosses her arms over her chest. “Let’s get started on this. I don’t want you to put off something this important.”
Steve nods and waves away the security officers who quickly disperse, nodding once to me and Ms. Carter before they’re gone.
“Y’know, I half wanted to work security when I started here.” I muse, watching the men stalk off to their regular postings. “Maybe you guys wouldn’t hate me as much if I did.”
“You think that we hate you?” Steve questions.
I shrug once before nodding. “S’why I left. Everyone was throwing off negative energy and it was all directed at me. With the strength of it, I knew I wouldn’t be missed if I left. On top of that, Tony’s little greeting earlier really just confirmed that my decision was the right one.”
Steve’s expression darkens and I can’t quite read it. He just looks me directly in the eye and nods once before motioning for us to follow him.
I follow after Peggy as both Tony and Steve lead the way back into the facility.
Soon the hallway let’s out into a tunnel of glass, looking out on the expansive fields of the facility. Everything is impossibly green and beautiful. I half wonder if one of the landscapers has powers because whoever keeps up with this has to either be in a hundred places at once or have the greenest thumb in existence.
I amble along behind the small group, taking in the view, shoving my hands in my pockets and not really paying any attention to what’s going on around me. If I keep quiet I’ll be able to leave again soon without too much fuss.
“(Y/N)!” Tony barks, snapping his fingers in front of my nose, effectively stopping me in my tracks.
“What?” I ask, scowling at him.
“We’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.” Steve says.
“Really?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how much I don’t want to be here. Didn’t realize you’d actually want to talk to me.”
“Is everyone who quits your little company this sarcastic, Tony?” Peggy asks.
“Nope, just this one.”
I roll my eyes. “What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Where did you get the uniform?” Tony asks. “It’s not like you can just make one.”
“I borrowed it from a friend who liberated it from the wash for me.”
“Who was it?”
“Now that would be tattling, Stark, and tattling can get someone fired in a place like this.”
“It’s not like I’d fire them.” Tony grumbles.
“Wouldn’t you though?” Steve questions, cooking an eyebrow accusing lyrics.
Stark isn’t given a chance to defend himself as Natasha enters the corridor.
“I heard the alarm a little while ago, what happened?” She asks, looking between her two colleagues.
“Why don’t you ask your little friend here?” Tony says, making a sweeping gesture towards me.
“Friend? I didn’t know anyone was supposed to be here.” Her brow furrows as she looks past them before her eyes settle on me and a grin stretches her elegant features. “(Y/N)?”
“Hey, Nat,” I greet her with a wave and a bright smile. “Fancy meeting you here!”
She pushes past the men at the head of the group to wrap an arm round my neck and pull me down to her height so she can grind her knuckles into my scalp. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“Couldn’t,” I grit out, smile still firmly in place, and try to shove her off of me. “It was kind of a secret.”
“I’m a spy, I can keep a secret.” She says, releasing me and punching me in the arm.
“I know, but this was a really big one!” I say, my voice almost a whine, and rub at my arm.
“This is what that young man meant when he said she liked you?” Peggy asks incredulously.
“What young man?” Tony asks.
“Nunya,” I answer, shit eating grin plastered on my face.
“Nunya Business…” Tony trails off, his brow furrowing angrily. “Are you fucking kidding me.”
Steve snorts loudly, his mouth covered with his hand to keep his laughter contained and Peggy smacks his arm, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I laugh outright and Natasha snickers from beside me.
“Was it Jared?” Nat whispers in my ear. I nod in response. “Good kid.”
“He is,” I agree.
“Is that Peggy Carter?”
“Indeed it is,” I nod.
“Isn’t she supposed to be dead?” Natasha asks.
“Right on the nose, Nat.” I laugh. “Figured she was the only one who could fix this whole business with the Accords.”
“Yeah,” I sigh quietly. Steve, Tony and Peggy begin walking down the hall again and Natasha and I follow after them, keeping enough distance between us that we can talk at a normal level. “Is Steve still looking for Barnes?”
“You think there’s any force in the world that could possibly stop him once he’s put his mind to something?”
“Right, well, he might want to check Romania.”
“Sounds strange, I know, but I’ve heard rumors from a few Inhumans in the area who have seen someone who looks like the Winter Soldier in the street markets.”
The group goes into the conference room and Natasha and I loiter outside a while longer.
“You sure the information is legitimate?” She questions.
“I doubt my own people would lie about something this serious. Still,” I shrug. “Even if it’s not, it’s a better lead than anything he’s had in almost two years.”
“Sure wouldn’t hurt.” She turns her attention to the group in the room, hunched over a large stack of papers. “You think you’d ever come back?”
“Stark doesn’t want me here.” I say simply.
“That doesn’t answer the question, (Y/N).”
“Let’s worry about the Accords before I make a decision okay?”
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And If It Ever Happened (No One Has To Know) ~ Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Because despite being stuck on a bus for a three hour long car ride to a youth conference with a bunch of other awesome hyperactive candy addicted teens, I’m bored and still lacking a life. Also, for SJ’s Submission Sunday. Because by the heck not?
Or: Thomas learns about colors, his jacket is explained, and (Y/N) makes plans.
Warnings: Brain aneurism, child coping mechanisms, arguing, car accidents, bad French and Irish (Google Translate, people, bc I know nothing) character death, mentions of suicide, depression, hospitalization, a couple people get punched, mentions of homosexual relationships (in case that makes you uncomfortable - sorry never gonna change it those two are too precious in my mind) also it’s my first imagine so it probably sucks (be warned!) but it will sort of get better (ish) towards the middle of the story (beginning is on the bad side of OK and I’m not sure about the ending.), probably insanely OOCish and Mary Sue/Gary Lue ish characters that tend to go with shit writing like mine, plus this is the first time I’ve written an imagine, and my writing was already sucky enough as it was, so take that how you will.
At four years old, Thomas Jefferson knew enough to know how to understand others, and what he understood was that all the boys on the block thought that pink or purple or any color reminiscent of them were for girls. (Except for red, because red is cool, like fire and blood and a knight’s horsehair plumes; and blue, because blue is cool, too, like ice and deep sea diving and the big, big sky that all those jets flew through that they were going to fly someday.)
He knew all the colors in the rainbow: red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple, and black because that’s always what was between the other colors, and white because that was what was on either end of it in the shape of big, fluffy clouds.
Pink didn’t count, he thought.
At age six, his mother takes him to the local hardware store to look at paint samples, and he looks up at the giant wall with a gaping jaw as he takes in the impossible number of colors-within-colors. (Even pink.)
He sees some sort of grey splotch near the top of a yellow card, though, and doesn’t like it. He decides it doesn’t belong there.
“Mama, why is there another color on this one?”
She looks at him, brow risen in slight confusion, before she realized what his little finger is pointing to and chuckles.
She bends down real, real low, so they’re at the same eye level.
She’s tall, he thinks, not for the first time. I bet she could fight giants.
“Thomas,” she tells him, a small smile on her face and an amused twinkle in her eye. “This isn’t supposed to be another color. This is the name of the color. Like green is called green, and orange is called orange, but these ones are…,” she paused for a moment, mulling over the words as she tried to find a way to explain it to his young mind. “Different,” she finally settled. “They’re longer, and weirder.”
“Like this one,” she took down a shade of light, light orange and yellow, that reminds him of when those very colors clash on the - the nex - neckt - nectarine. “They call it Brooklyn Skyrise.”
He frowned. That didn’t sound like a color.
If he looked at it, it was actually really nice.
“It’s a city in New York, Thommy.”
He stared at it a little while longer before nodding his head firmly. “I’m going to live in New York,” he decided confidently.
His mother’s eyebrows rose.
“I’m sure you will, Thomas.”
(And if he didn’t have any idea where New York was, then he didn’t say anything.)
She then pulled down another one, a murky auburn, leaning more toward red, and he is reminded of leaves right before fall.
“Here’s another one. This one’s called Dragon’s Blood.”
His grin lit up his face. “Cool!”
He is seven when he finally meets her.
She is bold and she is brilliant and despite the fact that she is a girl, she seems to possibly be one of the only people in that class that he might actually like.
Besides James, of course.
He decides to save himself the humiliation and stick with becoming friends with James.
It’s okay, though.
He’s not the only one who’s noticed you.
It’s when you hit another boy that he finally gets the courage to talk to you, opposed to all the other boys who look upon you with both awe and fear, and scattered every time you came near.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” was the only answer he got back.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y/N). What about you?”
It was quiet for a little while.
“I saw that you punched that boy,” he informed her.
“Everyone saw it, dummy,” she shot back. “It was during recess.”
His face grew hot and he practically recoiled, not knowing at first what to say to that.
Ok so rant post because this literally kept me up for hours last night.
Why is Tony Stark perceived as the Villain in Civil War?
There is no legitimate reason for this.
“But he made Ultron and tried to hurt Bucky!”
Ok, sit down. Let’s talk about Ultron, shall we?
If we REALLY want to discuss whose fault Ultron is, let’s go way back to this movie:
In this movie was a character called Loki, whom you may remember and might recognize as second from the left on this poster.
Loki was the main villain of the film, and Thor failed to incarcerate him at the end of the movie. Loki went on to bring the mind stone (AKA the basis for Ultron) to Earth. Therefore, it is Thor’s fault for not stopping Loki.
But let’s move on from that. Assuming that Thor couldn’t have stopped Loki, whose fault was it?
Actually, it is arguably still Thor, seeing as he brought the Tesseract back to Asgard at the end of the Avengers, but failed to grab Loki’s mind control stick on his way out the door.
Even clearing him of charges for that, we could argue that it’s Steve/Clint/Natasha’s fault, because I’m going to assume that SHIELD took the staff, and because of that, the staff found its way into Hydra’s hands.
Then we have Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Let’s pretend that Steve/Clint/Natasha DID see the staff into SHIELD custody. Apparently they weren’t concerned enough about the fact that, y’know, SHIELD was actually Hydra and therefore Hydra had the staff of mind control in their possession, which makes it their fault. At this point,
Steve/Clint/Natasha becomes Steve/Clint/Natasha/Sam.
However, this STILL isn’t the end of the story.
Somehow, Thor fails to care about any of these developments in the Dark World, so it’s back to his fault.
The entire Avenger’s cast FINALLY cares about the fact that the Staff is held by Hydra when Tony comes back on the scene (huh) at the beginning of Age of Ultron, at which point Tony goes after the Staff. However, while this is the first point at which we could reasonably claim that it is Tony’s fault, we immediately switch over to this:
In case you weren’t freaking paying attention, this is Tony seeing an alternate past where the world ended and all of his friends were dead as a result of him not doing enough.
Immediately after this we get this line:
[Pietro and Wanda watch as goes Tony grabs the scepter] Pietro Maximoff: “We’re just gonna let them take it?” [Wanda smiles to herself as Tony takes the scepter]
Are you really going to tell me that little smug grin doesn’t belie that she knows exactly what’s about to happen? Even if it doesn’t, I’m pretty sure she said something to the effect of, “He’ll do what he thinks he has to” or something to that effect.
Therefore it is clearly Wanda’s fault.
BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!
Tony then asks Thor for permission to monkey around with the staff, making it Thor’s fault, and then Bruce and Tony work on the staff TOGETHER, making it JOINTLY their fault when Ultron comes to life.
So great, we have now found fault in every Avenger except for Rhodey and Pietro at this point.
Except, Tony/Bruce think that Ultron failed. The second they find out that he didn’t the Avengers mobilize and come fairly close to beating Ultron. Tony can easily out-program Ultron, because we’ve seen him literally hack his own equipment while fighting numerous opponents - one on one with Ultron shouldn’t be a problem.
But these two butts show up and proceed to compromise every single Avenger except Tony and Clint.
Not only does the Witch send Natasha/Steve/Thor into visions, SHE LITERALLY MANIPULATES HULK INTO ATTACKING A WAKANDAN CITY, FORCING TONY TO END HIS ASSAULT ON ULTRON FOR THE PURPOSE OF SAVING LIVES.
Wanda and Pietro are LITERALLY FIGHTING ON ULTRON’S SIDE FOR MORE THAN HALF OF THE MOVIE. So CLEARLY the fact that Ultron makes any headway at all is at least PARTIALLY THEIR FAULT, RIGHT?
Then we get the creation of Vision, supported by Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Clint and opposed by Wanda, Steve, Pietro, and Natasha. This is in spite of the fact that literally all Tony is doing is uploading JARVIS to a body, which should be a no brainer seeing as JARVIS has been immensely helpful since literally the earliest movies of the MCU.
We finally get Vision to wake up, and, what do you know, not only is he on the Avenger’s side, HE LITERALLY IS WORTHY TO PICK UP THOR’S HAMMER.
So if anything, this sequence should doubly absolve Tony Stark of guild: The success of Vision is proof that Ultron is not a mistake but rather a flawed prototype, AND Tony has just created the only weapon that will allow the Avengers to defeat Ultron.
We’ll note that he does not receive credit for either of these points, either in the movie or in the fandom.
Now, I would like to point out in spite of everything that has just been argued that Ultron is an independent being who is making his own choices and as such is the only person who can be blamed for his actions, triply absolving Tony of guilt. The only people who can legitimately be blamed here are Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, who chose to help Ultron fight the Avengers, but they should arguably be forgiven because they help to defeat him.
If I haven’t convinced you that Tony is innocent here yet, please message me so I can block you.
Now, on to Civil War.
The entire point of this movie is Steve saying “No superhumans shouldn’t be regulated because if they are then people might get mad at Bucky,” while the entire rest of the world is saying, “Yeah, we’d like a little oversight.” Like, yes, personal freedom and standing up for your values is great and all, but SHIELD had zero oversight and look what happened there - oh, right, people died, nearly including Mr. Holier-Than-Though Rogers and his best friend (it was still a great movie…). Yes, stand for what you believe in, Steve, but accept that there are systems in place for doing that. There are reasons that everyone in the military and in the government respond to someone else and are bound by certain laws, and superhumans should be too.
THEN, Bucky comes into the picture when he’s framed for a terrorist attack.
Does Steve go to any of his allies for help? Does he have Tony Stark or Nick Fury pull strings? Does he go to the government with the information he has about Bucky’s condition and ask for help? No, no, and no.
Queue Black Panther.
Black Panther believes that Bucky killed his father, so he decides to kill Bucky. Remember that.
We get a protracted series of fight scenes wherein, regardless of whether or not they were previously criminals, Steve and Bucky become wanted criminals and get themselves arrested alongside Black Panther, then everybody else gets themselves arrested.
Let us analyse the airport fight scene.
Steve has recruited a felon, Tony has recruited a teenager, I think those evils roughly cancel each other out.
On Team Tony, four out of five individuals depend on Tony for equipment.
Spiderman we haven’t seen before, but we know that Tony redesigned his suit. In addition, assuming that this movie Spiderman accurately reflects his comic book strength (which we can assume he does, seeing as he catches the airplane loading thing), he is obviously pulling his punches.
Then we have War Machine and Black Widow.
War Machine we have seen consistently demonstrating a single difference from standard Iron Man suits: automatic firearms.
However, in this sequence, we do not see him use the shoulder cannon once and we see him use his missiles only to address the fact that Giant Man is trying to smash him with a truck.
However, we see two NEW weapons: a sonic cannon and a stun baton, both of which are shown to be nonlethal.
Black Widow we see using her signature Widow’s Bites for the first time in her six movies in the Marvel franchise - again, non-lethally disabling Black Panther.
Are you really going to tell me that this is a coincidence? The only person we see attempting to use lethal force on Team Tony is Black Panther, whom we all know respects nobody.
Now, Team Steve.
Let’s start with Scarlet Witch, the MCU’s poster child for milking her perceived innocence.
We see her attempt to crush Tony under a bunch of cars, breaking his arm. We see her throw off Vision’s aim nearly killing War Machine. She very clearly has no qualms about killing.
Hawkeye is literally using explosive arrows throughout the fight scene.
Ant-Man tears apart the internal circuitry of one of Iron Man’s arms (possibly after the arm it contained was already broken).
Falcon is literally shooting at Spiderman.
Bucky punches at Spiderman full force.
And let us not forget Steve Rogers, who literally attempts to drop an airplane loading dock on a kid:
I mean come on.
Tony is literally the only one who ISN’T letting his anger get the best of him in this scene.
Then, in case you don’t believe me, let’s jump to the final fight scene in the abandoned Hydra base, shall we?
Tony is using distinctly nonlethal force here. If his goal were to kill Bucky, I guarantee you Bucky would be dead.
However, he uses his potentially lethal weapons in a nonlethal fashion, primarily to control where Steve and Bucky can and can’t go. His laser - which, friendly reminder, is powerful enough that he had to instruct War Machine to get out of the way - was used only to interpose steel girders between himself and Captain America. His tank missile, which is one of his iconic and most terrifying weapons, merely closed a loading door. Tony is not using lethal force - the worst thing he does is destroy Bucky’s arm, which is terrible, but worst case scenario, Tony can repair it. Yes, it is inflicting pain, but it is pain that is not dissimilar to pain that Tony has gone through himself.
That, of course, doesn’t stop Steve and Bucky from very willingly shredding his armor and, y’know, leaving him stranded in Siberia or wherever the heck that base was.
Now, final point, remember Black Panther?
Black Panther (incorrectly) jumped to the conclusion that Bucky had killed his father, and tried very hard throughout the duration of the movie to kill Bucky in revenge.
Tony WATCHED on FILM as Bucky slaughtered his parents and still showed great restraint. Did he want to hurt Bucky? Yes, very much so.
Did he want to kill Bucky? No, he did not.
This is precisely why the “But he’s my friend”/”So was I” zinger hurts so freaking much. Even in his moment of insane pain, Tony did not want to hurt Steve. Yes, he wanted to hurt Bucky, but he knew that, if he killed Bucky, he would be hurting Steve, and, as Steve’s friend, he could not conscience that decision.
I will eternally maintain that Tony is the victim of Civil War, that Steve betrayed Tony, and that Steve does not deserve Tony’s forgiveness, and nothing anybody can say will ever change my mind.
“Are we going to get a drink or what?” Dean spoke up from his uncomfortable position on a solid cheap hotel mattress. Him, Sam and Castiel had agreed to letting loose a little tonight. What with having just finished a hunt and all.
“Yes Dean. We are just waiting on Sam to get ready.” Castiel replied as he placed a warm kiss onto his hunters head. Sam was in the other room, busy doing his long, luscious hair.
Dean and Cas had been what you could class as an item for a while now. They kept it secret though, Dean not wanting anyone to be able to use it against him. He was tired of everyone he loves dying. He certainly didn’t want anything to happen to his precious Angel.
He thought Sam was oblivious to their relationship, which he was; mostly. He’d have to be completely stupid not to see that there is a lot of adoration in their eyes when looking at one another.
“Right here. Now let’s go! Dean, no bringing girls home tonight, I’d actually like a few hours sleep.” Sam instructed his older brother.
“Oh, I can guarantee that won’t be happening” Dean replied through a smirk, looking down lustily at Castiel causing a shy smile from his Angel and an odd, suspicious look from his brother.
The three close companions sat at the last booth at the back of the bar Dean recommended they attend tonight. Sam on one side and Dean and Castiel sat, rather close on the other.
They had all had about four pints now and are partially tipsy. Okay maybe Dean had a little more than the others but he was still slightly sober.
“Dean, come help me get the drinks” Sam instructed.
“More alcohol, you don’t have to ask me twice, be right back Cas” Dean said as the brothers walked away to purchase a round of shots.
Dean had drank another few shots of something, he didn’t even know what it was, but he didn’t care. He tends to do this, whenever he has the chance, he just drinks and drinks, that way he forgets.
Sam and Dean place the shots on the table, there is ten all together however Sam and Cas only had two each, while Dean had six.
The Winchesters got a little bored of sitting so they decided on playing some pool, the pool table wasn’t that far from the booth they were in so Cas sat at the table and observed, mostly just admiring the way Dean bent over the table while playing.
“Hello there. You look lonely, can I sit here?” A girl with medium length red hair and vibrant makeup asks Castiel. Confusing Cas majorly, he wonders silently if she was trying to flirt or genuinely needed a seat.
“Okay. Sam and Dean will be back soon though.” Castiel informs her.
“Okay, they can sit there, I’ll sit on your lap.” The unnamed girl says while plonking herself down on Castiel in a slutty manner.
Castiel is extremely uncomfortable now, he doesn’t know if he should get her off him or not, he wants to, but he doesn’t want to upset the women.
“My name is Hannah. But you can call me anything you want.” The girl named Hannah allows Castiel, giving him a mischievous wink.
Soon after Dean looks over to the booth to check on Cas, only to be greeted by a girl shoving herself at Castiel. He noticeably didn’t want her to, he looked awkward and uncomfortable. Then the girl started cupping Castiels dick through his pants, Cas flinched and shoved her hand away saying “I’m in a relationship” but that didn’t mean she was giving up.
“Who cares? They don’t have to know” She said and goes to reach her hands out for his zip, Cas once again stops her and tries to get up, but she wraps herself around him and pulls him back down.
“Where do you think you’re going? Stop playing hard to get.” She says and presses her lips on Castiel’s, he doesn’t kiss back, instead tries to push her off him so she forces his hands on her boobs and goes down to undo his zip but Dean stops her in her tracks.
“Hey. Get your hands off my boyfriend” Dean says without warning grabbing Castiel’s hand and dragging him up from under her while gripping onto his waist possessively.
“He was enjoying it” She said through her teeth.
“Is that what you call that? You were forcing him.” Dean said, gripping Castiel tighter and getting angrier by the minute.
“He just isn’t a good kisser is all, you would know that If you were his boyfriend but he isn’t gay.” She said, as If she knew anything. Meanwhile Sam was watching how the events rolled out with a knowing grin, from afar, but close enough to hear it all.
“Not my boyfriend? Bad kisser? You call this a bad kisser?” Dean said as he grabbed Castiels thighs and ass, pulling him into himself and grinding slightly before Castiel jumped and wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist.
Dean then forcefully pressed his lips against Castiel’s perfect full ones, he kissed him hard while repeating “mine” in an inhumane voice,he bit down on his bottom lip earning a small moan from Castiel, Dean took this as an opportunity to let his tongue gain access and began sucking on Castiel’s lip and gliding his tongue across the top of his mouth. All the while his right hand was keeping Castiel up, and the other roped itself into Castiel’s soft hair and tugged at it every now and again.
They pulled away slightly, both gasping for air. “Yours” Castiel ensured.
“Not a good kisser? Yeah. That’s only because you can’t make him fall apart like I can. You can’t do anything, you can’t even get him to touch you. How about you get your own Angel?” Dean suggested to Hannah.
Hannah just glared in disgust and walked away, probably onto her next victim, Dean didn’t care as long as it wasn’t Cas.
Sam was about to call the two out on their relationship that he was secretly happy about, out of everyone Dean could have fallen in love with, Sam is happy it’s Cas. He knows Cas won’t ever intentionally hurt him. However he didn’t call them out on it as Dean wrapped his hands viciously on Castiel’s wrist and dragged him somewhere, Sam decided on letting them do their thing and walking back, they planned to walk anyway fully aware of how drunk they would get, however they did drive here, it was only a street away from there motel.
“Ow, Dean loosen your grip, it hurts” Castiel whined, but Dean didn’t listen, if anything it got tighter. He dragged them out of the bar and into the car park where a bunch of men around thirty whistled, cat calling that was aimed at Castiel.
Dean slammed Castiel against the Impala and bit down lustily on his neck. He began moving his tongue in circular motions and sucking until the skin started turning a dark purple, then he made his way up to Castiel’s ear lobe and whispered “you’re mine. I’m going to remind you of that”
Which sent shivers down Castiel’s spine and straight to his dick. They had been together long enough for Dean to know every single thing Castiel liked and didn’t, how anything to do with whispering or biting on his neck and ear sent him over the edge. It made him feel good, and Dean liked reminding his boyfriend that only he could make him feel like this.
This was all happening infront of the guys that cat called, they were watching, staring in fact, however Dean took the gun out of his coat and pointed it towards them, aiming directly above the “gang leader’s” head. Making them all run, they weren’t coming back.
Dean got back to work as soon as they left, he started nibbling on Castiel’s ear, while his hands gripped at his hair and his hips grind against Cas’ crotch in a painfully slow way.
Dean had decided to make this slow, agonisingly slow, to show Cas how much he needed Dean.
“Say you’re mine baby” Dean ordered.
“Dean, you know I am” Castiel said.
This wasn’t convincing enough for Dean, so he started cupping Castiel through his jeans, tracing his fingers along the tip.
“Say it. Say you’re mine. I want to hear you say it.” Dean said again, but this time opened the back door of the Impala and shoved Castiel inside lustily before cas could say anything at all. There was enough room in the back seat, they’d just have to stay close, which wasn’t a problem.
Dean lay Castiel down under him, and ripped off his T-shirt, soon after Castiel’s came off too. Dean was now grinding down onto Castiel, dicks rubbing against each other while Dean traced his tongue along Castiel’s abs.
Dean made his way back up to Castiel’s face and began sucking again, leaving behind a trail of many hickeys, he liked to mark his property.
He bit down on his ear lobe and undid the zip of Castiel’s pants. Removing his boxers and stroking Castiel’s dick, hands cupped and tight, squeezing. He let his hand rest at the tip and pushed his thumb into the slit of Castiel’s penis, they’d only just had sex yesterday, so Cas was prepared enough.
Dean undid his own pants now, removing his boxers at the same time and kissed Castiel. Holding his hand out for Castiel’s personal lubricant, Cas spat on Dean’s hand and he turned Castiel over, then stroked the lube along his own dick, before spreading Castiel’s ass revealing a perfect pink hole.
Dean sunk into him, letting himself sit for a couple of seconds for Cas to get used of the new warmth inside of him, then he began grinding into him. Roughly at first, he gripped Castiel’s hips so tightly it left red marks, and pumped himself in and out.
“Fuck Dean, feels so good” Castiel moaned out in pleasure.
“Moan for me baby” Dean loved the sounds Castiel made, it was like a personal symphony that only Dean got to hear.
Castiel panted and moaned out, he was a hot mess, uneven breaths and eyes rolling in pleasure.
“Hmm, Dean. Fuck, oh.”
Dean was barley thrusting now, he was basically pounding, gripping Castiel tightly and leaving trails of wet kisses along his back, he could feel Castiel tighten his hole around his dick and that itself nearly made him cum right then.
“Say. You. Are. Mine. Babyboy.” Dean said in between thrusts.
“I’m yours, oh god ohh. I’m all yours, nobody else.” Castiel said moaning loudly. Dean loves how Cas was so loud during sex. It sent him crazy.
“That’s right.” Dean said and pounded into him again, causing Castiel to come undone at his touch. Coming onto the leather seats of the Impala and on deans hand. The sound Castiel made when he came was enough to send Dean over too. He came a few thrusts after Cas. He fell down beside Castiel, unable to keep himself up.
As there was no way the two could go back tonight and face Sam, Dean grabbed his phone to see two messages of Sam.
“Dude. knew you two were a thing, I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow. I’m assuming you won’t be back tonight. ;)” Dean smiled, knowing his brother is okay with it, he didn’t care what people thought, but he’s always cared about Sammy.
Dean typed out a quick reply “You were right, got lucky ;) be back tomorrow” he put his phone down in the cup holder and grabbed a blanket that was there from Sam using it last night on the road and wrapped it over himself and Cas. He spooned into Cas, both naked but not caring.
Dean buried his nose in Castiel’s neck and mumbled into his ear “mine” before clinging to him tightly and falling asleep with his angel in his arms.
“Yes, we are filming Glenn’s death scene tomorrow.” You speak into the microphone as you smiled at Steven Yeun, who smiles back.
Right now, you were filming an exclusive interview that will be shown after Glenn’s final episode is aired. It was a sad moment for the pair of you because you two had been friends since before the Walking Dead and your characters were siblings. Although, Glenn’s final episode would be your first appearance, you had worked with TWD crew for some time, as a producer and director for some episodes. It was only until when your boyfriend, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, was introduced did the main writers decide to add your character in the show, to be play his love interest.
“So the executives and writers of the Walking Dead… they’re really going for his death?” James questions, his normally relaxed face solemn.
“Yeah… but it’s not like Steve’s gonna die in real life, right?” You smile. It was gonna be hard to film that scene the following day.
“Hey, you can’t get rid of me that easily!” Steven cackles, finally the tension dissipates from the air.
THE FOLLOWING DAY
You watched as the crew and your fellow co stars hug Steven before he heads to the makeup trailer. You followed him close behind and watched as they made him look like he went through hell. You smiled at him, trying not to laugh when the makeup artists were halfway done. When you saw the finished product on his face, you started to cry. It looked so realistic.
“Hey! Hey!” Steven cooed,“It’s fake. I’m ok.”
You hugged him,“I know but… but it looks so real.”
He holds onto you too, tightening his arms around you,“I’m gonna miss being on set. I’m gonna miss you too, sis.”
You look up to him and pulled his head so you could kiss his forehead,“Let’s go kick some ass, Glenn.”
In the script, your character would eventually find Negan, Glenn, Rick and the others after being by herself for so long. The stunt you had to do today was riding your motorbike up a ramp just in time to watch as Negan beats your brother to death with Lucille. However, you character does not know until Maggie screams his name.
It was pitch black when you began to film. Norman and Andrew wished you luck since the ramp was quite high and you had to crash through a window.
“Ready, (Y/N)?” You heard someone call. You revved up the motorbike and waited for the cue.
“3… 2… 1… action!”
Your engine roared as you rode on the ramp and flew in the air for a few moments. You saw Andrew and Norman and the rest of the crew and cast cheering and waving as they watched you film your scene…
then they were gone just as you crashed through the window. You fell off the motorcycle, expecting to find a soft mattress… but there wasn’t any.
You were doing your usual, sitting and doing your grueling work on your computer, when the door opened.
“Cariña?” Lin called. “I’m home!”
An smile crept on your face, as it always did when your boyfriend came home from work. You sat up and yelled “I’m in the living room!”
He pranced in, grinning and holding a large wooden object. You looked at him quizzically. “What’s that?” You pointed at the object. “It’s for you!” he smiled like a giddy child and held it out to you.
You took it carefully and inspected it. It was a large book, carved and put together beautifully. Looking at Lin and raising an eye brow, you said “What is it?” his brown eyes sparkled. “Well, look at it!”
The cover was carved with a title at the top in swirling letters. “The Perfect Fit”. In the middle, two detached pieces of wood shaped like a Yin Yang sign were there, one had a picture of you carved into it, the other a picture of him. In between the two was carved “A story of two people who fit perfectly together.” You looked at Lin, then tried to turn the page and found you could not. “No, no, it’s a puzzle!” Lin chuckled. He put a hand on the piece that had your face on it, and you looked at him for a moment before putting your hand on the other one. You pushed it and it moved, Lin pushed his, so that they came together, and a click could be heard.
You turned the page.
On one side, there was more writing. You inspected it.
“Once upon a time, there was an awkward young Latino boy and a beautiful girl with [eye color] eyes. She was energetic and kind, he was nerdy and whimsical.” You giggled lightly.
“One warm Spring morning, the two were walking to school when they bumped into each other, causing them to drop their books. They apologized at the same time, helped each other gather their things, and when they walked away they both hoped they’d see each other again.”
On the opposite page, there was two half circles with knobs. You tentatively turned the first knob and where the half circles ended there was an array of characters and things. You smiled when you saw the familiar one, a little ghost, and you remembered that when you’d met, he’d been wearing a shirt of Casper the ghost. Reaching for the second knob, you stopped it on another familiar object, heels. You’d been wearing heels that day. Never again.
A click, and you looked up at Lin. His eyes were wide and he looked at you expectantly. There was a sense of something in his eyes. Anxiety? Fear? You turned the page.
It was titled “The Journey”. Your eyes flitted over the writing and you couldn’t help but smile like a dork.
“The girl went to school and noticed that awkward but dashingly handsome boy being bullied every day. He was called names, pushed, shut in lockers, and thrown in trash cans. One day she couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up against the bullies for him. This started their friendship.
In college they were dorm roomies and stayed close through everything. Bad relationships, breakups, family loss, you name it. They were constantly there for each other, but neither realized they were slowly falling in love.
When they were 20 hey got into a play in theater together, and both were cast in the lead roles. Their first kiss was scripted, but that’s when he realized he loved her. He finally mustered up the courage to ask her out a month later, right after their performance of the play. She said yes.”
On the other page, there was a little car and a bunch of grooves for it to drive through. As you moved the tiny Chevy, little landmarks swung up. The theater where you had your first kiss, the building you had your first date on top of overlooking the stars, and it ended at one of your fondest memories, the time when you snuck away in Lin’s car and drove all the way to Florida and played on the beach two days before your exams started. When you reached the end, there was a click. You turned the page.
This one was titled “Little Ankle” and read:
“The two went to Florida at a time that was pretty inconvenient. But they came back not only happy, but with a new companion.
Little Tobillo came running up to them on the beach cold, wet, and covered in sand. A helpless puppy with nowhere to go. They took her in and named her Tobillo because she liked to nip their ankles. They thought she was a boy at first but by the time they found out it was too late to change her name. Tobi it was and Tobi it would stay.”
On the opposite page was a circle with you on one side and Lin on the other, cut down the middle. You glanced at Lin and then separated the two to reveal Tobillo walking in between the two. You giggled and turned the page.
“Perfect Two” was the title, and you read on.
“Now you’re probably wondering what the fuck I’m doing. Have patience, love, and let me tell the story.
Now, they’re getting older. Not really settling, because everyone knows they’ll probably never settle down. But calming, a bit. He does movies and theater. she does work from home and the occasional theater role. They’ve been dating for going on 7 years. Are they really perfect for each other? No one knows.”
You frowned a bit and looked at the opposite page. It was an eyelet and a moving piece of wood. You looked at him. He was fidgeting in his seat and you could see he was shaking. “Go on.” He coaxed quietly. “Open it.”
You pried your eyes off of him, mind ablaze with questions, and turned the page.
The little compartment opened to reveal a beautiful ring with a sparkling diamond staring you in the face. You began to shake, and slowly picked it up, looking it over. Finally, you looked a Lin. But he wasn’t there, he was on one knee on the floor, his brown eyes sparkling despite his shaking hands.
“[full name], I’ve loved you since we bumped into each other, and ever since. I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. You’ve stayed with me through thick and thin and that makes me so happy. I know I can always rely on you for anything, and I know for sure that I want you to be my wife. What do you say?”
You didn’t bother wiping the huge tears streaming down your face, you just stared at him, ring clutched in between your fingers, and watched as his face started to fall. You immediately enveloped him in a huge hug, now sobbing into his shoulder. After a few minutes, you pulled away and looked at his face. He had tears on his face and in his eyes, which you wiped away with your thumb. You thought for a good minute, just looking at him as more tears fell from both of your eyes.