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issa-me-addy · 4 years

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It Still Hurts (Peter Parker x Reader)

okay so i saw this gifset here and the quote from the movie [Happy: I thought you had super strength. // Peter: It still hurts. ] and INSPIRATION STRUCK, again i bet this concept has been done before but i cannot hold back i must write about this so here is my sad petey x reader one shot please enjoy

WARNINGS: angst?, cursing, talk of blood/stitching, crying and generally just a really sad piece i have no reason for this i just couldn’t get the concept out my mind

Word count: 1725

It was getting late. Very late, even for Peter and you were growing very concerned. He told May that he was going to stay at the Tower with Happy after a simple arms deal bust he was assigned to do with Sam and Bucky out at the shipyard. So of course, the two of you arranged that he’d come in through your fire escape to spend the night instead. To your disbelief though, he was late.

In general, when the two of you made these kinds of plans he would be in your window at three the latest but it was pushing near four in the morning and you were growing more and more anxious by the second.

As the clock hit 4:30, Peter’s hand hit your window.

You opened it up quickly, the dim light of your TV the only thing illuminating your room. He shuffled in, leaning heavily on you, panting and wincing with every rough step towards your bed.

“What the fuck happened Peter?” You asked, genuinely curious, releasing your hold on his elbow as he sat down on the corner of your bed. His body fell forward as he leaned his forearms onto his knees and allowed his head to swing between his shoulders.

“I was wearing the old suit. I left the new one in the lab because I coded some new stuff for it and I’ve been putting off this last update. I thought I would be fine since it was an easy mission, plus Wanda came out with us but these guys had some punch to ‘em.” Peter explained as you stood in front of him, slowly moving his head and arms around to check for anything that needed special attention. When you lifted his right arm he winced.

You nodded, allowing him to continue explaining what went down at the docks. You shuffled through your closet until you found your old med kit, humming softly every now and then to let him know you were still listening.

The kit had some dust from sitting at the very back of the shelf and not being touched for over a year since Peter had joined forces with the Avengers. With the major suit upgrade and the med team at the tower, he never had to sneak in through your window at night to get patched up anymore, which begged the question that you could no longer hold back.

“Pete, why didn’t you go back to the tower to get patched up?” You asked.

“I didn’t want to go to the tower, they would have made me stay there,” he explained. “And I really wanted to see you. I got my ass handed to me, babe. It sucked.”

You turned on the lamp that sat atop the small table by your bed and sat to Pete’s right, examining the cut just above his right shoulder blade. He was going to need a few stitches.

“I can see that,” You joked, opening up the kit and prepping your needle. “Take the suit off, I need to clean this up. It’s gonna be at least four stitches.”

He obliged, hissing as he peeled off the top and letting it drop into his lap. “I always hated stitches.”

“I know, but it’s gotta happen,” you explained, gently wiping the gash with alcohol and wincing alongside his reactions. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for the blood, for making you do this.”

You shake your head despite the fact that he has his back to you. “It’s fine,” you reply. “I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t wanna get patched up by the nurse at the tower. She even gives lollipops afterwards.”

He lets out a sharp chuckle. “Yeah Nurse Katherine’s great at fixing me up, sure, but I really didn’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

You hum in reply as you prep your needle. “Okay, Pete, I’m gonna start the stitches.”

Peter nods his head and remembers not to talk while you do these stitches.

Up until high school, the only stitches you knew were the kind you did to patch up the pits of your t-shirts and to put little flowers in your denim jacket. Then, in your freshman year, your cousin had busted his forearm open at the skatepark and you were the only person in the entire family with a steady hand. That night you learned how to stitch a man up. After you told Peter that story though, he started showing up on your fire escape with cuts, scrapes and bruises galore.

Although it had been over a year since you’d last done this though, Peter had given you a lot of practice and you were back in your groove very quickly.

Despite this, you heard soft cries coming from the broad body in front of you.

“I thought you had super strength,” you attempted to make fun, pulling through your third stitch.

“It still hurts,” he replied, his voice raspy and low.

In your heart you knew he wasn’t talking about the stitches. You’ve stitched up a gouge much worse on his calf after he got caught up with a girl who really loved her knives, and he didn’t even complain. That night it was eight stitches and not a peep from him.

You finished the rest of the stitches in silence. After wiping up the rest of the blood smeared on his body, you cleaned up the skin around the suture and placed a large cotton pad atop it, securing that in place and hoping that he didn’t get blood on your bed sheets again.

You packed away your med pack and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from the collection of clothes you’d stolen from Peter in the last year or so that you guys have been together.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling his suit off and climbing into his sweats.

His eyes were still red and puffy, the only sounds filling the room were random sniffles and the sound of you sorting out the bed for the two of you to sleep.

“Are you okay, Pete?” You asked, sitting up on the left side of the bed, the comforter pulled up in your lap.

He pulled the shirt on over his head and pulled the blanket off your lap and settled himself in between your legs, his back pressed up against you, and pulling your arms around his shoulders.

Before you could piece words together to react, soft sobs filled the room.

A minute passed and you pulled him closer to you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head and running your thumb up and down his forearm.

His breathing finally slowed. “I miss him so much.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek thinking of something to say.

You knew well enough he was talking about Tony. Ever since Tony died, Peter’s been off his game. Even with the Stark tech, he was getting pretty hurt at every single mission. He wasn’t sleeping as much and if you managed to catch him in between tasks, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“I know,” you reply. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

You can’t think of anything else to do but squeeze him a little tighter.

“I just-- it still hurts. It’s been months and it still hurts. I miss him. I don’t like the world without Tony Stark. It’s scarier. Even I’m scared all the time. I can’t focus on missions, and that means I’m putting people in danger,” he stops to breathe, pulling your arms a little closer to his chest. “and I’m just so tired of watching good men die at the hands of selfish people.”

You sit and listen and feel your heart ache at the sight and sound of nothing but a boy in pain, mourning the loss of someone he loved so dearly, and there’s not much else you can do but hold him close, listen and be there for him.

“I know. It’s not fair. There’s nothing fair about it.”

“I want Tony back.”

The two of you sit there for a while longer, Pete’s sniffles filling the air. Eventually they stop and he unwraps your arms from around him and the two of you lie down.

You end up on your back with Peter’s head resting on your chest, slowly breathing in your scent. His arms snake around your middle and you know he’s going to be insistent on holding you like this for the rest of the night, so you try to get comfy. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you rake through them over and over and over again, hoping that he’ll fall asleep soon.

He doesn’t.

“Do you think we’ll be okay?” he asked, his voice soft and quiet.

“I think New York can only be so bad with a guy like Spiderman defending it,” you mutter back, pressing another kiss to his forehead.

“I don’t think I can fill Mr. Stark’s shoes, y/n.”

“I think you can. He picked you, Peter.”

“But he was Iron Man, he was always there when the world needed saving.”

“I don’t think he would have done what he did if he didn’t think that you could help take care of the world for him.”

He didn’t respond, but you felt him hold his breath, so you continued.

“And you’re not alone Pete. He gave you a family with the Avengers and he believed in you.”

“Yeah.”

“I believe in you.”

You smoothed his hair back before tangling your fingers with the bunch at the nape of his neck. The two of you lied awake for nearly another hour, not speaking, just holding each other.

You held this boy in your arms, desperate to protect him from anymore loss and grief. This boy who had a huge heart and nothing but a yearn to protect the ones around him. This boy who was one of the people responsible for saving the universe.

And Peter held his number one reason for continuing to fight the good fight. That night, as you held him and his chest filled with an ache only you could soothe, he made a promise to himself that he would protect the world with every bit of him, so long as you were in it.

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extraneousdominomask · 6 years

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Of Heists and Hustles - The Abridged Version

[Night in Zootopia. The Nope Diamond is travelling to The Museum, and all the cops are helping. All the cops except]

Judy: This sucks! I wanna help!

Nick: I am ambivalent.

[The Cooper Gang waits nearby, ready to steal it!]

Sly: I'm a thief!

Bentley: I'm a hacker.

Murray: I'M THE MURRAY

Sly: This sucks. I'm bored.

McHorn: Oh god! We're all getting beaten up by a giant shirtless cat!

Sly: Amazing!

[Sly meets Tai Lung. He is giant and shirtless.]

Sly: I have stolen the diamond!

[Tai Lung hits him very hard.]

Judy: Stop right there! You're under arrest!

[Tai Lung hits her very hard.]

Tai Lung: I will now kill you.

Sly: Not if I heroically intervene! It's my Establishing Character Moment! I do nice things but for selfish reasons maybe!

[Everybody fights. Nick throws the diamond. Judy throws herself after it. Both land in a river.]

Nick: I am anxious!

Tai Lung: I am leaving.

Judy : I am the world's greatest cop!!!! but also cold and wet

[It's still night. The same night and everything! Tai Lung is running across rooftops.]

Tai Lung: I am the best at running across rooftops!

Sly: Get on my level, amateur, you don't even know I'm following you.

Tai Lung: What?

Sly: Nothing.

Bentley: Sly, what's happening?!

Sly: A bad guy tried to steal the diamond and hurt a policewoman. I am following him because I hate him.

Bentley: Your libido will be the death of us all.

[It's The Museum. The curator of The Museum is Black Panther. Yes, really.]

Okonkwo: Thank you for saving the diamond. I hired Wolf O'Donnell to protect it, but he hasn't been written into the story yet. Would you like to come to my fancy party on Friday?

Nick: Heck yes!

Judy: As long as we don't die horribly before then, ha ha!

[Awkward silence.]

[It's a gross warehouse. There are hyenas.]

Shenzi: We're hyenas!

Banzai: Except now we're also bikers!

Tai Lung: Move aside. I hate you.

[A tiny nerd uses a telephone.]

Peridot: I'VE SPENT A LOT OF EFFORT ENSURING MY BOSS IS A SECRET!

Mastermind: Ironically, it is transparently obvious who I am.

Sly: I've just taken photos of all of you!

Tai Lung: What! I will now kill y-

[Murray hits him with a van.]

Murray: let's BOUNCE

[It's the ZPD morning briefing! With your host, Chiiiiiiiief Bogo!]

Bogo: Let's get this over with. I have strict orders to distract from the fact this entire chapter is exposition by utilizing

Sly: snazzy scene transitions!

Bentley: ...why did you yell that?

Sly: Just run it, Hardison.

Bentley: This is Tai Lung. He punches. This is Peridot. She hacks. These are the hyenas. They're dumb, and, furthermore, stupid. Squeezing them might reveal the mastermind, who I have been unable to identify.

Sly: And what about

Judy: the oddly attractive raccoon, Chief?

Bogo: He's Sly Cooper. He and his friends steal things for fun, mostly from other criminals. But sometimes they don't, I guess. We have an Interpol agent coming to help us. That is all.

Nick: Wow, I wish all our briefings could be this short. That just leaves

Sly: Nick and Judy!

Bentley: Yes. Nick and Judy. They are friends who fight crime.

Sly: I will befriend them also. Get me a telephone.

Judy: I just got a text! Sly wants to meet us.

Nick: Guess we better investigate.

Judy: Sounds like a plan, my dearest friend who I love and share a house with!

Nick: So are we boning or what?

Judy : Unclear!

[Nick and Judy are in a park, reading a newspaper of wacky mayoral candidates.]

Nick: Look at all these wacky mayoral candidates! Like Toriel Undertale! And Scar!

Judy: "Scar" is a dumb name.

Nick: Yes.

Clawhauser: It's me, Clawhauser, over the radio! Bogo wants to see you, Nick!

Nick: Heck. Don't die, Judy.

Judy: Okay!

[Nick leaves. Sly enters.]

Sly: Wanna team up?

Judy: Only kinda!

Bogo: Come in, Wilde, and meet our Interpol liaison.

Nick: Great, some stuffed-shirt two-bit - ¡dios mío, zorra muy bonita!

Carmelita: Hello, I'm Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox. And I should hope you mean that to be translated literally, not colloquially.

Nick: You work for Interpol?! That completely invalidates my significance as a street-level officer in Furry New York.

Carmelita: True. But remember: Star Fox.

Nick: Star Fox?

Carmelita: Yes.

Bogo: Wilde, you've been chosen to work with Carmelita because you know the city like no-one else.

Carmelita: Pretty good justification for why I'd team up with a complete rookie, right?

Nick: If I don't have Judy helping me I might cry. Just a heads up.

Bogo: In a somewhat out-of-character move, I will grant Hopps freedom from usual department rules.

Carmelita: In a very out-of-character move, I am okay with this.

Nick: The important thing is that I got what I wanted.

Carmelita: Congratulations. Now if you'll excuse me, I should go get my ninety minutes of daily sleep.

Bogo: Wilde, for god's sake, learn some independence. Hopps could die at literally any moment, you ever think about that?

Nick: Yes!!!!! Constantly!!!!!!!!!! It consumes me from within!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bogo: Well, good. As long as you're aware.

Nick: Star Fox?!?!

Judy: Yes.

Sly: Go arrest the hyenas to find the mastermind.

Judy: Smart plan. But my partner isn't gonna like this.

Nick: I don't like this!

Judy: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease? Just once!

Nick: Fine. Just once. Oh, also, the Interpol inspector is a fox, and also also, Bogo is letting you help me help her. Secretly.

Judy: Wow! Wow to all of that!

Nick: Yeah. Now let's go to Ruby's bar.

[It's Ruby's bar.]

Ruby: I'm Ruby, from the show RWBY!

Blake: I'm quiet.

Finnick: And I'm here too.

Nick: oh god

Judy: Are you two not friends any more?

Finnick: It's genuinely unclear in canon if we ever were.

Murray : Time for THE MURRAY to make like a Cold War superpower and instigate a proxy conflict!

[He does. There are many kicks. The hyenas go to jail.]

Tai Lung: Heck.

Carmelita: So Nick and Judy think these hyenas are connected to the diamond heist?

Bogo: I'll be honest, Inspector, I just let them do whatever and they work things out eventually.

Banzai: You'll get nothing from me, copper!

Nick: [is Nick]

Banzai: here is every secret i've ever been told

Nick: So apparently the mastermind is Scar? That's ridiculous. Let's go bother him.

Peridot: HECK!!!!!!!!!!

Carmelita: Great work in there, Nick!

Nick: I was not a con artist!!

Carmelita: ...Cool! See you later.

[It's a slideshow.]

Bentley: Here's the slideshow for my new plan. We'll need three things: alarm schematics,

Sly: Right,

Bentley: an entire subway train,

Murray: NICE

Bentley: and an invitation we'll have to rob from an innocent old man.

Sly: Okay :)

Bentley: ...

Murray: ...That's... kinda evil, Bentl-

Bentley: Yes. It is.

[It's Scar's house.]

Scar: Hello, I'm Scar.

Judy: Are you the bad guy?

Scar: No, I'm Scar.

Nick: How's Mufasa?

Scar: That's unimportant. I'm Scar.

Judy: Are you connected with these hyenas?

Scar: Oh , I'm so sorry, but I haven't "seen" them in years >;3

Judy: ...can we arrest him for making that face

Nick: That legislation hasn't been finalized yet, sorry.

[They leave.]

Nick: Scar basically admitted to everything, but in a way that gives us no evidence. We've got nothing right now, but I'm sure it's him.

Judy: But why? Why steal the diamond?

Nick: Well, everyone loves us for saving the day. If he manufactured a similar situation, he might actually get voted in as mayor.

Judy: A transparently evil fascist using misinformation to win an election? Come on, Nick. This is 2016.

Nick: goddammit judy

Clawhauser: It's time to read Tai Lung's Extended Backstory File!

Carmelita: And I am here as well.

Clawhauser: Oh gosh! He's mostly evil because his dad died! And he did the manslaughter! Mammalslaughter...?

Nick: Yep, it's true. Doing one crime will ruin your life forever. Gotta tick off the Social Commentary box for this to be a real Zootopia fanfiction...

Carmelita: I remain unsympathetic to him in light of this information. My role in this and all narratives is to stick stringently to the Lawful part of Lawful Good. Never trust criminals. No matter how handsome they are.

Nick: But this doesn't explain why Tai Lung is helping Scar become mayor.

Judy: The mayor's office can pardon crimes! Somehow! Even though that really only applies to stuff like parking tickets, not an international crime spree of theft and probably murder!

Nick: In fairness, Tai Lung mightn't know that, Scar just needs to convince him.

Judy: Let's go with that, yes.

[A smol cat stabs Banzai with an umbrella.]

Banzai : Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Kill Nick!

[Carmelita shoots him with her Huge Gun.]

Carmelita: Writhe, little man.

Nick: He went savage! But only a little bit...

Judy: What evil genius put this together?

Peridot : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! LEGS... SHORT! HNFF

[The Cooper Gang steal a subway train.]

Murray: This is the BEST DAY EVER

[Tai Lung attacks.]

Murray: I change MY MIND

Sly: Go on without me, guys! I'll handle him alone! By which I mean I'm immediately calling Judy for help.

[There are many kicks.]

Judy: Wait! I know your tragic backstory!

Tai Lung: Then go make a gifset.

[His attempts to murder them do not abate. However, Sly and Judy save each other.]

Judy: Gosh, you're amazing!

Sly: No, you're amazing!

Judy: Gosh...

Sly: So are we boning or what?

Judy: Unclear!

Tai Lung: Enough of this vague romantic tension! You're boring me stiff!

[He bores into them until they are stiff.]

Murray: Oh my god Sly and Judy are dead wait, no, they're just sleeping.

Bentley: Yes. We're all terrified two protagonists will die halfway through the story.

Carmelita: Alright, losers, shut up and follow my lead. Time to demonstrate my full prowess as an officer.

Murray: Oh, wow! Are you gonna shoot him?

Carmelita: Murray, please. I'm an Inspector with Interpol. My tactical knowledge is a little more advanced than that.

Tai Lung: I'm going to drown these tiny fools! And there's nothing anyone can do to stop m-

[Carmelita proceeds to shoot Tai Lung in the face multiple times. It is very funny.]

Nick: I've found a way to weaponise his previously-established backstory!

Bentley: Thank god. We've justified that otherwise pointless detour.

Nick: Shut up and hack that telephone, Specs.

[The telephone rings.]

Murray: It's for you!

Tai Lung: Ahoy-hoy?

Nick: It's me! Your boss! Quit it.

Tai Lung: Pop quiz - what's my motivation?

Nick: Uh... you're doing these crimes to not be a criminal any more?

Tai Lung: Close enough. I will begrudgingly follow your suspiciously merciful orders.

Nick: We did it!

Bentley: Nice work. Say, does this look like a flash-bang to you?

Nick: Wh- OH GOD MY EYES

[Judy is propped up on many pillows.]

Nick: Okay, you didn't die this time, but that was pretty close.

Judy: Bring on Round Two!

Nick: I am genuinely begging you to take the day off. More for my sake than yours.

[It's Black Panther's office in The Museum.]

Wolf O'Donnell: And it's me! Wolf O'Donnell!

[Audience applause, cheers, howling.]

Okonkwo: Hello, my vaguely trusted employee. Can I help you?

Wolf: Yes. This job has much more master thieves than advertised. Pay me much more money.

Okonkwo: Your concerns are valid. However, I'm afraid I have no money to spare.

Wolf: ...well then! Forget I said anything. Not important ;)

[Peridot is watching cartoons illegally online - yes, specifically, that's what happened - when Tai Lung appears.]

Peridot: YYYYYYYYYYYYOU MESSED UP!

Tai Lung: Eh.

Peridot: I'M GONNA FIX IT!!!

Tai Lung: Off you go, then.

Peridot: NYEH

Sly: Always treat a lady to chocolates after she saves you from being drowned by a snow leopard.

Bentley: Terrible news! Murray's sick! He's come down with a serious case of Can't Be In The Plot Right Now!

Sly: Perfect! What a convenient excuse to invite Judy to fight slash commit crime with me!

Bentley: Sly, can we please talk about the underlying issues pushing you into this uncharacteristic behaviour?

Sly: No.

[Nick and Carmelita must do computer things.]

Carmelita: I like you, Nick. I'm gonna tell you a bit of my backstory - lord help me, I'll even banter with you.

Nick: Wow. Well, it's an honour being under you.

Carmelita: So are we boning or what?

Nick: Unclear!

[Judy has had the entire day off. She is ready to die.]

Judy: I am ready to make some terrible decisions!

[She receives a text from Sly.]

Sly: check out this hot selfie i took at an active crime scene

Judy: Wow! What an attractive terrible decision!

Sly: want to help me beat up a small nerd?

Judy: i'm there! [rabbit emoji] [raccoon emoji] [gun emoji] [computer emoji]

Peridot: CLODS! STEP INTO MY DEATHTRAP GAUNTLET AND DIE!

Sly: How about................... we don't do that?

Judy: yeah okay

Peridot: NO!!!

[Peridot locks them into an employee lounge, forcing them to Bond(tm).]

Sly: So basically I'm doing this for my dead dad.

Judy: Interesting. Isn't he dead, though?

Sly: Hmm, good point.

[Nick receives a text from Judy.]

Nick: uhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Carmelita: What's up, buttercup?

Nick: On one hand, I should probably keep this a secret. On the other, Please Help.

Sly: My arc is that I can't stop stealing.

Judy: Mine is that I'm probably going to h*cking die.

Sly: Haha wow!

Judy: Hey. Hey, Sly, guess what. I know your tragic backstory too. That's rough, buddy.

Sly: Thanks, Judy. I appreciate it. Y'know, you'd make a pretty good thief.

Judy: And you'd make a good cop!

Sly: Um, funny story,

Nick: You drafted a falsely amnesiac Sly Cooper into Interpol?! That's not a funny story at all! That's melancholic, and deeply concerning!

Carmelita: Look. In my defence... I wanted to bone him.

Nick: That's not-!

Peridot: CLODS! STEP INTO MY DEATHTRAP GAUNTLET AND DIE! PLEASE?!

Nick: Let's cut the power.

Peridot: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nick: I lied. I actually was a con-artist.

Carmelita: I know, Nick, I've seen the movie.

Sly: You should communicate more clearly with your partner.

Judy: Good suggestion, internationally wanted criminal. I'll get right on that, just as soon as-

[The power goes out and the doors open.]

Judy: Oh, cool, we can beat up that nerd!

Sly: Finally!

Peridot: THIS IS A BAD NIGHT FOR PERIDOT

Tai Lung: Ugh! I'm here to save you.

Nick: They're gone. But we can still arrest Sly - Judy, cuff him!

Judy: Um... no.

[It's breakfast time! Judy... actually, y'know what? I'm not gonna comedically abridge this part. Chapter 16 of this story came out very, very well, especially since I don't consider serious emotion one of my strengths. I might suggest you just go and read it if you're interested. It's the emotional culmination of the separate arcs for Nick, Judy, and Sly/Carmelita that build through the story, and I'm still very pleased with the results. Anyway. It's sad.]

[The Cooper Gang's sad too.]

Murray: I messed up!

Sly: Yeah. Me too.

Bentley: Oh, shut up, guys. You'll feel better when we successfully heist a diamond, I assume.

[Sad, sad, droopy ears.]

Judy: I am so depressed I am willingly performing traffic duty.

Clawhauser: I can't even cheer you up, and I'm Clawhauser!

Judy: She who is tired of Clawhauser is tired of life.

[At The Museum, Wolf is giving a helpful pep talk.]

Wolf: What do we want?

Wolves: Loads of money!

Wolf: How do we want it?

Wolves: From anyone!

Wolf : [tearing up] I'm so proud of you all.

[Nick and Carmelita try to find the Cooper Gang. All they find is a chocolate shop.]

Carmelita: This makes me feel angry!

Nick: I am dead inside. ...Moreso than usual.

[The bad guys are doing okay, really.]

Peridot: I'M VERY SORRY!

Mastermind: Sorta don't care. Is the Night Howler(tm) ready?

Tai Lung: We're using Night Howler on someone?

Mastermind: Oh, we're using it on someone alright >;3c

Tai Lung: how did you do that over the phone

[It's the fancy party! Wolf's manning the door.]

Wolf: I'm casually bullying a guy in a wheelchair! Just in case you weren't sure I was an antagonist.

Scar: Here is a bribe so I can carry skip the security check.

Wolf: I love my job.

Sly: Hiding in the rafters is making me feel a little better.

Tai Lung: Same.

Sly: Agh! What are you doing up here?!

Tai Lung: Right now? Just mocking you for having empathy. Loser.

Judy: Oh, hello, Carmelita. What's up?

Carmelita: This is a little late in the story, but: we have so much common ground. Don't repeat my mistakes. You have deeply impressed me in the threeish days I've known you, and I'm lucky to have met you.

Judy: W-wow. The feeling's more than mutual.

Carmelita: So are we boning or what?

Judy: Gosh, I hope so.

Nick: You enjoying the party, Scar?

Scar : Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhh >:3cccc

Nick: Soon, Nicholas. Soon.

Toriel: Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced my child. I'm a competent mother, I swear.

[Judy looks for Toriel's son, Asriel, but instead finds only a crime!]

Wolf: Gimme the diamond!

Okonkwo: What treachery is this?!

Wolf: I've received purely electronic communication from someone claiming to be the Cooper Gang, saying they'll pay me big money for this diamond.

Okonkwo: And you... trust that?

Wolf: Well, not any more. Clearly, Cooper is trying to fool me!

Okonkwo: Clearly.

[Wolf leaves with the diamond. Okonkwo obliterates a wolf with a single punch. He is, after all, Black Panther.]

Okonkwo: Officer Hopps, please help me evacuate the entire museum by claiming that a heretofore-unmentioned fireworks display is about to start, which is mandatory for all guests to attend, but will not actually materialise.

Judy: Wow! You are smart.

Okonkwo: Yes.

[Everyone leaves, miraculously.]

Tai Lung: Time for you to get poisoned by Night Howler!

[Tai Lung gets poisoned by Night Howler.]

Tai Lung: The - the shadowy figure who never so much as told me their name betrayed me?!

Sly: Oh, honey.

Asriel: Golly! I exist for only two things: bein' adorable and wanderin' heedlessly into deadly situations!

Sly: I've known this kid for only half a second but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[Something almost happens to him.]

Sly: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[He saves the good good boy. The Cooper Gang regroup-er gang.]

Wolf: You'll pay for this, Cooper!

Sly: who in god's name are you

[There are many punches. Nick, Judy and Carmelita show up.]

Nick: We haven't resolved our issues yet!

Judy: But that won't stop us from DOOR!

[DOOR!]

Sly: Is everyone okay?!

Judy: Yeah, but the three of us are stuck in here with Tai Lung!

Nick: And I'm stuck out here like a tiny orange idiot!

Murray: Don't worry, Jak & Daxter reference! Me and Bentley will try to open this door offscreen!

Bentley: Yes, now's as good a time as any to exit the narrative. Frankly we've been secondary characters for this entire outing.

[Bye, guys!]

Carmelita: I have a novel idea - let's beat up the bad guy, with violence.

Sly: I love you so much.

Nick: Don't worry Judy, you can do this! You're amazing!

Judy: Thanks, Nick. I genuinely needed to hear that. What about you?

Nick: I can do something else. Because I'm also, separately, amazing.

Sly: Hey, cool, People Are Good At Different Things! That's the moral of my whole franchise.

Nick: Here's one for you - Nick Wilde Is The Best. That's the moral of mine.

Judy: Go get 'em, tiger.

[They go get the snow leopard as Nick go gets the lion.]

Nick: Ladies and gentlemammals, I know who's behind this.

Toriel: Is it me?

Nick: Actually, no! It's Mufasa!

Scar: What?! No! I'm ten times the jewel thief Mufasa is! ...Which, um, is zero. Because ten times zero is still zero.

Nick: Let's discuss this somewhere quieter, where it would be hypothetically easier to stab a police officer to death.

Scar: Excellent. Yes.

Scar : Why yes, I am exactly the kind of person to own a cane-sword.

Nick: Contrary to appearances, I am perfectly competent at my job! You're under arrest!

Scar: Curses! But I still have Peridot.

Nick: You really don't. She's gonna abandon you the second my excellent partner stops Tai Lung.

Scar: Ah, but will she?!

[She does.]

Judy: Oh god, Sly is dying!

Carmelita: No! Not like this...

Sly: Oh. Wow. You're... actually really sad. I'm fine actually. It was a prank. Epic... fake internal bleeding to steal a diamond prank! Y'know, that old... um... SMOKEBOMB

Peridot: I WILL NOW MAKE LIKE A LAWN CHAIR AND FOLD.

Nick: Just as I predicted! Everything's done, we can go home.

Judy: But Nick, we need to resolve these emotional arcs!

Nick: uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[The roof!]

Sly: I'm sad. I ruined everything.

Judy: No, Sly. Not doing crimes is good, actually.

Sly: Source?

Nick: We are definitely not boning.

Sly: More's the pity. Maybe next time.

Carmelita: We might still be, though. Despite everything.

Sly: Hooray! Let's smooch!

[They smooch. I've been publishing fanfics for over six years - well over 200,000 words in the last two years alone - and for so long this was the only kiss in any of my stories. And I wonder why my numbers are low.]

Sly: I'll start making the world a better place by robbing Scar utterly blind! Catch you all later!

Carmelita : No, Sly, we'll catch you.

[Everyone laughs. Sly flings himself from the rooftop.]

Nick: Hey, Carmelita, let's be penpals.

Carmelita: Sure. That sounds like a mildly diverting interquel. I'm gonna get hammered on champagne now, so I'll leave you kids to your Feels.

[She does. Nick and Judy make up and stuff. Whatever.]

[Night in Zootopia.]

Epilogue! The bad guys go to jail, Carmelita learns how to email, Wolf disappears, Finnick gets a job at The Museum because I guess his presence in this story needed to go somewhere, the Cooper Gang's failure means the diamond is safe, Sly has a protracted existential crisis he claims is just him "figuring stuff out", and Nick and Judy - surprise surprise - are still friends. But are they boning? To this day, it remains unclear.

(At this rate, probably not.)

Woah, that was so much faster!!! I wrote this whole thing in under a week. I'm just gonna stick to this format from now on...

#sly cooper #zootopia #of heists and hustles #my writing

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imagining-supernatural · 6 years

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Takes One To Know One

Summary: You’ve been going through a sex-drought recently, and Dean, your best friend, is starting to look a little too tempting. In order to not ruin your friendship, you head to the bar to find someone to break your dry spell. A few drinks later and a conversation with an inquisitive bartender lead you to admit some things out loud that you wouldn’t have if you’d been sober.

Word Count: 2123

Warnings: Dean Winchester in jeans

A/N: Based off of this gifset that basically kills me every time I see it. P.S. I am trying to get the inspiration for As It Seems and Avenging Angel. If you want either of those to get more parts soon, shoot me an ask with what you think is gonna happen. Maybe I’ll get excited about one of those series again.

Version en Español: Mira Quién Fue a Hablar

“Oh, fuck me,” you mumbled, completely unable to help yourself.

“What was that?” Dean glanced over his shoulder at you as he bent down to grab some beers out of the mini fridge in the hotel room. His ass looked absolutely delicious in those jeans. Honestly, it should be illegal for him to wear jeans like that. Here you were, just minding your own business, trying to get some research done when he comes prancing along in those goddamn jeans looking like a fucking model and making your mouth go dry and your thoughts delve into the folder of forbidden not-so-friendly thoughts.

How rude.

“Y/N?” he prompted again when you didn’t answer.

Oh shit. Hoping that your cheeks weren’t giving away how your mind had taken a quick and dirty detour to the gutter for a moment, you looked back at your laptop. “Nothing. I just… I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere tonight. Whatever is in this town has a dormancy period of three days, which means tomorrow is the earliest we’ll be able to do anything.”

Maybe it had just been too long since you’d had sex. Maybe that was why you couldn’t stop imagining taking those goddamn jeans off of your best friend. That had to be it, right?

“You’re probably right.” He handed you a beer as he sat down next to you. “What do you wanna do until tomorrow?”

You.

You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts out of your head. “Go to the bar down the street? Maybe that bartender who was eye-fucking me last night will be there and I’ll finally get some action.”

“Hey, what about me?”

How you’d love to get some action with Dean at the moment. But you knew what he was really asking, so you answered that instead. “Please, you never have problems getting some. You’ll walk in and have at least four beautiful women plotting their next move within the first five seconds.”

“Takes one to know one, right?” He raised an eyebrow and took a swig of his beer, watching as you tried to work through his comeback.

“Takes one to know one, like, I could also walk into a bar and have four people wanting to fuck me, or like I’m one of the four women wanting to fuck you?”

His lips quirked up into a half smirk. “Which one do you wanna be?”

What the fucking hell was he playing at? Dean Winchester knew his sex appeal. He knew his charm. And he knew how to work both of them. The only reason you’d managed to stay partners with him for so long without messing up your friendship with sex was because he never turned either of those onto you. He’d always just treated you as a friend.

“I wanna walk into that bar ‘cause I wanna get laid tonight. Can’t find that hot bartender if I’m stuck here with some cheap ass beer and late night talk shows.”

Your laptop was on the bed and you were walking over to your duffle bag before Dean could come up with something else to say to you that would potentially throw you off balance. Well, more off balance than you already were.

Dean was hot. You’d always acknowledged that. You were attracted to him. That wasn’t a secret either. But you’d always managed to keep that all under control. You liked him. He was nice. He was fun to hunt with. He was a great friend. That was enough.

Well, until tonight when he wore those jeans.

Damn those jeans and your sex-drought making you extra horny.

“Ass beer just sounds disgusting,” he mused as you dug through your duffle for the perfect outfit.

“Especially the cheap stuff.” Play on words. You could handle this banter without wanting to rip his clothes off. Well, theoretically, at least. When you weren’t starved for sex. “The more expensive stuff isn’t so bad.”

“What about eating it? You ever eat ass before?”

You literally dropped the shirt in your hands back into the duffle at his blunt question. When you and Dean spoke of sex, it was usually just comments about how either of you needed to get laid, or how you wouldn’t come back to the room because some guy was taking you home, or vice versa. The two of you never discussed anything more specific than that. You only had speculations on Dean’s kinks, and assumed that he’d only speculated on yours as well. There was no need to actually know.

But he just went there.

You had to answer, or you would make it weird. Treat this like a normal, friendly conversation. “There’s very little I haven’t done, Dean.” But you really didn’t want this conversation to continue. “Like that bartender. I haven’t done him yet, and I want to. So let’s get a move on.”

With your back to him, you quickly tugged your shirt over your head, leaving you in only your bra for a brief second before pulling on a new shirt. You could have sworn that Dean said something, so you turned and gave him a questioning look. He just shook his head, dragging his eyes over your outfit. “Let’s go get you laid, sweetheart.”

*****

“What’s this one?”

The cute bartender slid the drink a little closer. “Try it first, then I’ll tell you.”

You gave him a coy grin and picked up the martini glass filled with some light orange liquid. “I’m trusting you a hell of a lot right now.”

“You’ll like it, I promise.”

“Well,” you said with a slight shrug, “You haven’t been wrong yet.”

It was sweet and citrusy and you quickly found yourself taking a second sip. The bartender… Brent? Whatever his name, he was watching for your opinion. You couldn’t even pretend not to like this drink, as you had at the beginning of the night. After your approving nod, he told you. “El Presidente.”

“I’ve had this before! How did I not recognize it?”

Brent just laughed. “You’re nearly drunk, babe. Don’t blame yourself if you can’t remember.” He leaned forward. “My turn now.”

“Okay.” You too leaned across the bar, propping your chin up in your hand.

For the last hour, Brent would make you a mystery drink then ask you a question. He said it was his payment, and you were all too glad to play this game. You’d tried to offset the alcohol by drinking an entire glass of water between drinks while he was serving other patrons, but apparently the water hadn’t been enough, because your tongue was getting looser and Brent was getting a very up-close and personal look into your life.

“What’s the deal with the guy you came in with? You two looked pretty cozy last night.”

“Dean? Oh, no. We’re just friends. We work together and live together, but that’s it.”

Brent was silent for a minute, his eyes boring into yours. Maybe it was your short answer, but you knew he sensed that you were holding something back. “Must be hard to live with a guy like that and not be sleeping with him.”

The memory of Dean bending over in those jeans earlier popped up and you groaned in frustration. “That’s why I come to bars. Gotta find someone else to sleep with or I’d go crazy.”

A gleam flashed across his eyes as you finally started uncovering some more juicy details.

“Why not just sleep with him? Seems like that would save you the trouble of going through so many guys who probably don’t know how to handle a girl like you.”

Another sip of your drink gave you the liquid courage to answer truthfully. “’Cause I can’t casually sleep with friends. One night stands are great. Love ‘em and leave ‘em. I can do that. But every time I’ve slept with a friend, I haven’t been able to stop myself from completely falling in love with them and ruining everything. I can’t do that with Dean. Hell, I’m already halfway in love with him. But Dean… the life we live… there’s only room for casual. So I put up with the guys who can’t tell an orgasm from an orange since it means I get to keep my best friend in my life.”

Brent pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. “That was beautiful, Y/N. But now I know that you’d only be sleeping with me tonight because you’re too scared to be with the guy you really wanna be with.”

Your mouth dropped open at being called out like that. “But, that’s what everyone else here is doing, right? That’s the whole point of one night stands.”

“Tell me, Y/N,” Brent paused for a second to get you a glass of water. “What was it tonight? What made you need to get away from him tonight specifically?”

You said nothing as you stared at him. This had gotten way too real.

“C’mon, babe. You already shot yourself in the foot.” He grinned to show that there were no hard feelings. “What is it about him that makes a woman like you so crazy? Help a guy out. Maybe I can learn something.”

What the hell, right?

“Those goddamn jeans. I mean, have you seen him tonight? I don’t understand how he always looks so fucking hot on a normal day, but then he goes around and wears those jeans and they show off his perfect ass and, my god, the thighs on that man? So, Brent, that’s what you need to do. Go find yourself a pair of jeans like that and walk around with that cocky, bowlegged strut because Dean Winchester knows just how sexy he is and no matter how hard I try I can’t stop—” You broke off before you could embarrass yourself any further. Here you were, gushing over the guy you lived with to the guy you were trying to sleep with. What kind of a person did that?

“Can’t stop what, sweetheart?” Dean’s gruff voice from behind you completely seized up your muscles. Brent laughed, tossed you a wink, and left to talk to the people on the other end of the bar.

That… That bastard! He set you up!

Oh god. How long had Dean been behind you? How long had he been listening to you? Did he hear you say that you were halfway in love with him already?

With a hand on the back of the barstool, Dean slowly spun you until you had no choice but to look at him. “What can’t you stop, Y/N? Don’t leave a guy hanging. I wanna know exactly what I do to you.”

You were basically helpless. Brent had gotten you just drunk enough that it would take considerable effort to come up with any sort of lie, and you’d always found it difficult to lie to Dean anyway, sober or not. The shock hadn’t quite left your body, so when Dean stepped up between your legs, you didn’t have the strength to push him away.

Finally, you managed to tear your eyes from his face long enough to throw a glare down the bar at Brent, who was watching you and Dean with a grin. Dean’s fingers on your chin directed your eyes back to his in the next moment.

“Don’t be mad at him, sweetheart. I cornered him the last time you went to the bathroom to get his help.”

“His help?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”

“Your… question?” It had to be the alcohol that was making it so damned difficult to think. Definitely not the soft way Dean was watching you, eyes flitting over your face. And, of course, it wasn’t the way his fingers were gently massaging the back of your neck. It was obviously the alcohol.

“Either tell me what you can’t stop every time I wear these goddamn jeans, or tell me if you’d rather walk into the bar and be the center of attention or be the someone who get me in bed.”

It never crossed your mind that you could refuse to answer. If you pushed Dean away and walked away, he wouldn’t push much harder. He would respect whatever decision you made. If you didn’t answer, he might be frustrated, but he wouldn’t get mad.

All that you could think of, though, was how the answer to either question was the same. The answer to both questions was about to shift everything and possibly ruin everything as well.

You could have refused to answer. But you didn’t.

Instead, you pulled his head down the few inches and kissed him like you’d been dreaming of for years, consequences be damned.

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Zoo 3.11, “Cradles and Graves”

Maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me

I don't know if I'm more upset that this show had the gall to unironically use (a cover of)“Wonderwall” for dramatic effect, or that after 3 days of my inability to stop watching this episode, it's actually working for me.

I distinctly remember bursting out laughing when the first lyrics hit my ears, and now I'm like, teary eyed and nodding sagely through that whole montage. "Wow. So deep. So profound and meaningful."

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A list of things I did not care for this week: the IADG bullpen unless Tessa was talking. Now that we've got that out of the way... Some things I like about the first 5 minutes -Imagining the Darkest Timeline version where they are all already dead by the time Clem finds them. -The (unintentional?) hilarity of the fact that Jackson's blood waits for the exactly perfect moment to ooze under the door for maximum dramatic effect -The fact that Mitch is found on the stairs instead of where he was shot, which suggests to me that he got to feel the full horror of seeing both Max and Jamie on the ground before he succumbed to his own wound (which is probably just an irresponsible directing choice because if he had, I'd think he'd be a little more grateful about the whole them-not-being-dead part, but it's fun to think about! Otherwise I just get bogged down again in wondering about the logistics of GSW injuries.) Ctrl + Z I loved it, but my parents and I could not stop laughing during the entire resurrection scene. "So I guess everybody's actively dying and no one can help us, but it's cool. Just gimme some of that tank serum (totally valid medical term) and mix it with water (just your basic home remedy recipe), and then we'll suffocate them back to life and five minutes later their mortal wounds will be fine and we can get on with the real problems." A.K.A. So there's example 57 or so of an entire episode's worth of possible plot being pushed aside because this show refuses to take a breath. We could have wrung so much more emotion out of Clementine, whilst ignoring her own signs of labor, trying to triage her father, grandfather, adoptive mother, surrogate uncle I'm pretending she is already attached to more than I'm sure she is, and other surrogate uncle who is also her best chance of saving her baby, the most important of all, if something goes wrong in delivery. ...and GDI now I gotta go find a special episode of Grey's Anatomy to get my mass tragedy fix. But I'm grateful that even at Zoo speed, they still gave me a little taste (in two flavors!) of people suffering the after-effects of injuries the serum couldn't fully fix. You're Responsible, You're the One to Blame, It's Your Fault :( to everyone being too busy hating her to notice Jamie cradling a clearly injured arm. But I love absolutely every sentence in this 7-way argument, including but not limited to Mitch's strangled "are you full term? how long was I out?!", the group-wide reveal of when exactly Mr. Duncan disappeared, Jackson's deadly-quiet anger, Jamie's valid defense of her actions, Mitch trying to take his daughter and blow this popsicle stand at a doubled-over limp, Clem taking her sweet time mentioning the quarantine, Max and Jamie's "oh" realizations about the plane, and Mitch's fabulously cranky echo and "what now" attitude. Last but far from least, the disgusted "I can't even look at you" was kind of my favorite part? I dig it when one member of an OTP is that intensely furious at the other out of hurt. (see also: Castle at the end of season 4)

A+ Comic Relief Laughing for 1 million years at Clem hopping off the exam table pantsless while all the men in the vicinity double take and look away* (except for Sam, whom Mitch hilariously whacks on the arm for his impudence, in my favorite sight gag since "Special Consultant") *the fact that Abe also does this, while understandably instinctive and appropriately respectful, is also kind of hilarious given where he just was

Oh My Darling(s, Sam &) Clementine (who can't make a good shipmanteau to save their life) I don't have enough interest to do it myself, but it sure sounds like the story of how they met would make a pretty great YA novel plot. Anyone who doesn't actually want to spend the month trying to be a paid author need a NaNoWriMo prompt? Particularly someone who likes world-building, because this show leaves things wide open to fill in the details of U.S. society outside New York and the plane. Speaking of which! Did Clem happen to share with him the part of her backstory about being raised as an orphan basically the same way for the same reason? Because that seems like it would decently bond them. I like this parallel. Also update, I am getting a lot fonder of his face, mostly because he shut up and stayed out of the way except when I needed him to chime in to be sweet and supportive of Clementine (or side with her dad about ranking her over the baby on the priority list). He seems like he's really tried/is trying to be a good partner, and I'm impressed that he holds his ground despite a faceful of largely unwarranted hostility from her. I might actually be okay with him being the head of his family, even though up until now my head has danced with visions of Clem raising her baby under Mitch (and Jamie)'s purview and/or roof, Last Man Standing style. (although I guess there's always Reba-style, where both young parents are under that roof) (I realize I'm making a lot of assumptions about everyone's ability to stay alive and/or live a semi-normal life)

Beta Ship 2.0 / My Wonderwall** There's something immensely funny to me about the juxtaposition of Jackson being in his Brooding Cave Of Isolated Despair while Tessa is in a brightly ilt location, in the middle of the hustle and bustle and basically being like, "Buck up and stop being so melodramatic." (Jackson: The prophecies have spoken. Food turns to dust in my mouth. A great wave shall fall upon us all. // Tessa: is your plane out of groceries again?) But on a serious note, I love so much that he's thisclose to broken until she pulls him out of it that I'm not even gonna whine about him asking Tessa to do the same thing he's punishing Jamie for. Though in his defense, he did say "stop" her and not "kill her,” which is an important distinction for him. **My friend once wrote a Jim/Pam (The Office) parody of Jim/Pam stories using this title, and that is at least 50% of why I can't take this song seriously even though I actually have always loved it.

I Don't Know What To Do My Whole Brain is Celebrating "How do you know the name of Jamie's scorpion?" "Because my son and Jamie have, uh, very lively pillow talk."** !!!!!!!!!! NO BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE.

The fact that Abe pipes up despite a sucking chest wound just so he can help take the mick out of Mitch is glorious. The cranky and ineffectual "shut up" in response is THE BEST. I love that Mitch has just always blatantly refused to publicly acknowledge how he feels about Jamie, despite the fact that everyone and their mother is like, "Oh yeah, I know Mitch. Snarky scientist, walks around with hearts in his eyes to match the one on his sleeve?" (Mitch, in the distance: I do not LOVE her, okay, I just...miss her when she's not around, think about her all the time, and I imagine us one day running towards each other in slow motion and I'm wearing a brown suede vest.) I doubly appreciate this exchange because I was wondering when the hell these people actually sleep and I was getting worried there was no recognizable place in canon that they might have both had a chance to go to bed at the same time. **This writer could not have more clearly been flagging us with a fic prompt. Max Morgan, Love Doctor My very favorite of the small moments in this ep is Max insisting that Mitch let him patch him up. I was all on board for some serious injury, but I loved the subversion of his attention being caught by the scars I thought the show had forgotten about instead. "Oh, Mitch."

That just kills me. I want to unpack their relationship right here so much more, but also, it's 7pm on the night of new Zoo. Suffice to say Mitch isn't the only parent who suffers over the thought of his kid being in pain tonight, and that's beautiful. And gosh do I love him quietly, individually, nudging Mitch and Jamie back towards each other. The promise that Mitch will understand eventually was an immediate balm upon my soul. If Max says a thing about my ship, it must be true! Mitch + Being A Mess of Emotions About His Daughter (if anyone wanted to make a gifset off of this theme I would not be opposed) Words cannot express how thrilled I am that Mitch gives zero bothers about Sam's baby daddy rights and takes up prime positioning to stroke Clementine's hair nonstop throughout the whole labor,* even stealing the requisite final "you can do this" encouragement. He also gets to be the first one to hold the baby and it's amazing.

* and makes some pretty wonderful faces over how hard it is to see her in pain and not be able to do anything about it -- and remind me I've got either some meta or a story scrap about how this is what Audra was on the front lines for all those years he selfishly hid away, telling himself it was for the best P.S. As much as I love that Mitch just falls apart in full Worried Dad mode and can't seem to process a single medical term or physical symptom as it pertains to pregnancy, you know that if Abe weren't a sex doctor and the writers weren't butts, Mitch would absolutely be whipping out the stethoscopes and telling us all about the time he delivered a baby gorilla so this is basically the same thing -- I imagine Clem would take loud offense here -- while roping in Jamie as a delivery nurse to follow his instructions to the letter (because there are some things fathers just should not do no matter how brilliant they are). Things I would like to know Why Mitch -- who apparently had a through and through -- is the only one whose gunshot wound is still bothering him Why Clementine didn't once ask where Jamie was. (at which point I'd really like to see Mitch try and explain that one.)

It is straight up ridiculous to me that 19-year-old girl in labor, surrounded by men, would not want a woman with her, particularly one she loves. This is the most "what...man...[wrote] this" moment I have ever had about TV.

Did I just miss it, or is it kinda weird that Sam doesn't bat an eye upon finding out Charles Duncan is actually a different person and his girlfriend's father?

Leftover Thoughts

This show is so nuts, I am just now realizing I didn't even stop to wonder how the hell Abigail reanimated herself last week before now.

Mitch being a testy bitch @ Abe is a thing that just does not get old. ("You put hybrid goo in my daughter? Was that not worth a little chat?")

Aww @ Mitch's mini pep-talk about being a good parent, followed by the "OK time to go" and the sweet "I'm having this baby?" / "You are having this baby."

I also really enjoy Mitch deciding to be cranky about Sam just because he's there and he can. It's kinda like sniping at Logan, but more fun and with way better reasons. (Which I hope is exactly what Mitch says when Clementine inevitably tells him to knock it off)

"Goodbye frequent flyer miles" lmao

I love that instead of shutting down the beacon by cutting the wire, they multiplied its effect by a thousand and destroyed a city, to which the response is basically, "Whoops."

"You've been good for my son. Take care of him for me." So I LOVE THIS, but also: dammit Max that is not what "die for our ship" means.

But I love the moment where Jamie and Max, individually, hear the baby crying. The joy dawning on their faces is so pure it actually makes it worthwhile that they're not present at the birth itself.

(I know we're especially mad about Jamie. But honestly, if it means All Mitch All The Time, that's an OK trade to me.)

tl;dr if something is not mentioned please assume I loved it

COMING SOON:

(will be links shortly) Mini essays analyzing Jamie V. Jackson, Mitch/Jamie and Max's death.

In conclusion: I spent my entire night writing this, but it was worth it. Future Me is gonna love looking back.

#cbs zoo #episode reactions #zoo 3.11 #2200 words AND THIS ISN'T EVEN ALL OF IT #most of the Mitch and Jamie analysis is yet to come

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sinningsquire · 7 years

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First, this gifset happened.

Then @obsessions-and-dreams‘ and I’s chat happened.

The rest is here. I blame myself.

"Unless you're gonna start buying my underwear, you have to stop ripping it off of me," Hux picked up the unfortunate piece of underwear from where it landed in a flurry of passion the night before and held it up accusingly to illustrate his point. Ben ducked his head guiltily and swallowed whatever response was about to stumble out of that stupidly beautiful mouth of his.

They'd started sleeping together three months ago. One would think it was enough for the novelty to wear off but to the contrary, Ben only seemed more eager every time he got to spend a night with Hux. Maybe it was the fact that despite they both enjoyed and craved those nights, they were actually few and far between. There was no way Hux would agree to smuggling Ben into the barracks he lived in, not to mention the young officer sleeping in the other cot by the opposite wall of their shared narrow room. The patience of Ben's fellow Knights of Ren regarding any excessive use of their couches, where Ben used to crash every now and then, was a rather shallow pool to tap from, too. For a reason Ben was unwilling to share he didn't want to bring Hux to his old room at the Solos house. Hux suspected that Rey being a clever girl with a terrific grudge against him - the alleged 'thief' of her beloved brother - was part of that reason. He didn't press the issue - there was, after all, a perfectly functional and meticulously kept room at his own family house, and Hux would be damned before he'd put Ben through the horror of facing Commandant Brendol Hux the first thing in the morning.

So it was only natural they were... eager. Both of them, Hux wasn't one to deflect blame. Every night was an opportunity to unlock another hidden treasure, to discover another new and fascinating thing about each other. This thing between them - call it attraction, chemistry, compatibility - didn't seem to be settling or wearing off. No, if anything, it seemed to be growing as time went. So Hux really wasn't complaining.

His underwear supply, on the other hand, very much was.

Hux stretched the piece of underwear wide in front of his face and glared at Ben through the hole where a seam has been ripped out.

"That was the last decent pair I actually liked," he sighed.

"Sorry," offered Ben, eyes still fixed demurely to the carpet. He kept nudging his own underwear with his toe, as if he thought that putting it on now could be considered undue provocation. Then his head perked up.

"Does that mean that you don't like the rest of your decent underwear... or that you own things you like but they're indecent?"

Hux scoffed at the very idea. "Have you ever tried on regulation underwear?"

"God forbid," Ben made an exaggeratedly appalled face. "Are they the reason soldier's gait is always so–"

A ball of torn fabric hit Ben in the face, muffling the rest of his joke. Hux decided that as far as last stands went, being used to make a certain impertinent dancer shut up was a worthy way to go even for the most unadventurous pieces of underwear.

As for him, he'd resigned to pull on his pants just the way he was. There was no way he could fit one of Ben's own shorts under his own slim tailored pants - Ben's size was huge compared to Hux's slender waist and lean thighs, and Ben was fond of wearing loose floppy shorts that didn't restrict his movements in case he arrived to dance practice just to find he'd forgotten his training gear at home.

He'd turned his back to Ben for this, out of deep ingrained Army habit, and so he missed the way Ben was no longer looking properly chastised, and how his eyes lit up with a sudden and mischievous thought.

The next time they've found themselves in each other's arms and with the prospect of a whole uninterrupted night in front of them, Ben seemed to be even more excited than usual. He all but pulled Hux through the door to their room, diving for his mouth as soon as the lock clicked - only to let go of him the next second and dive into the bag he'd brought instead. Confused and a little disappointed, Hux watched Ben fumbling with the bag's contents with a growing sense of apprehension. When Ben's hand finally emerged, clutching a small soft parcel wrapped in silk paper, Hux suddenly remembered his own words from the week prior.

Several horrible scenarios flashed before Hux's eyes. He had very sensitive skin - what if he was allergic to whatever plastic material Ben chose to explore his kinky side? Or did Ben fixate on the mention of regulation underwear and wanted a bit of roleplay? Hux wasn't sure if he could get it up wearing a pair of camouflage briefs…

The reality, carefully unfolded in front of his eyes, was.... black. Lacy. And see-through. And also very, very tiny.

"I am not putting this on," Hux said resolutely.

The way Ben's face fell was almost comical. "Come on Hux! I'm only doing what you've asked me to!"

"I distinctly remember mentioning decent underwear," Hux didn't budge.

"Interesting. I distinctly remember you mentioning underwear you liked," Ben countered, an infuriating smirk growing on his stupidly gorgeous face. "You're gonna like them, baby, I promise."

"No," Hux held his ground. "They look more like a torture device than anything." He slipped under Ben's arm braced on the door and made for the bed, wriggling out of his pants and underpants in one go as he went. He hoped the sight would be enough for Ben to forget about the flimsy mockery of underwear and join him on the bed.

What he was treated to, after he took off the rest of his clothes and rolled over to spread himself enticingly on the covers, was the sight of Ben - beautiful, naked Ben - stepping into those ridiculous panties.

"What."

"I'm gotta prove to you they don't bite," Ben smirked and shimmied his hips, working the lace edges up his muscular thighs in a slow motion. As a reverse strip-tease it was... not bad, actually. Ben's body was a feast to look upon, legs that went on for miles, nicely rounded butt, a well-shaped upper made of ridges and planes starting from a comparatively narrow waist and flaring up into broad pectorals and shoulders fit to carry the sky - no, Ben definitely didn't need any silly strips of lace and mesh to cover any part of himself. Hux has told him so.

"I know," Ben was still grinning smugly, "but their purpose is not to hide. They're meant to enhance."

With that, he finished pulling the waistband of the panties up over his sharp hip bones and straightened proudly, cocking one hip forward into a seductive pose.

A loud rrrrrip echoed through the room, followed by a stunned silence. The lack of any sound in that moment was so profound that Hux could swear he could hear the softest of thuds when the silky mesh and ruined lace landed on the carpet, neatly torn in two along the seams.

"That..." Ben gulped, "wasn't supposed to happen."

Hux lost it. He laughed, curling on itself on the covers, laughed until his ribs ached and even after that he still hiccupped with fresh giggles every time he peeked at Ben's stupefied and adorably red face.

He'd made it up to Ben later, with greedy hands and adoring mouth wiping away the embarrassment from Ben's face that had threatened to sour their night, and in the morning, when Hux once again couldn't help but snigger at the sight of his own innocent shorts, Ben's pride was already healed enough for him to give Hux a playful swat.

"At least you admit I've got your size right," Ben smiled.

"An impressive eye for sizes," Hux agreed teasingly.

"Who's talking about eyes?" Ben asked. "I just bought what fitted into my hands like you do," and with that, he cupped the entirety of Hux's butt in his two massive paws.

If Ben thought he could live down the panties-disaster so easily, he was sorely mistaken. That's at least what Hux was telling himself as he placed the paper-wrapped parcel on Ben's pillow the next night they've found themselves in a room with a working lock and serviceable bed, God bless Phasma and her need for house-sitting.

The truth was much more delicate, just like the material of his surprise gift for Ben. If Hux was being honest with himself, and he usually was, he had to admit that there was some merit to Ben's idea of fancy underwear. Hux wasn't entirely opposed to try it - only not on himself. On Ben, though…

There was something about the way the black lace accentuated the tone of his skin, bringing up the beauty marks scattered all over the pale expanse of his stomach and thighs... the way the material clung to his hips, hugging the swell of his buttocks - in the fraction of second before the unfortunate thing succumbed to the strain of being put on a body three sizes too big, Hux could definitely see the appeal.

And he wanted to appreciate it a little longer.

"For me?" Ben eyed the parcel a little warily. Of course he recognized the wrapping - Hux made his purchase on the same website as Ben did.

"You didn't quite got around to make your point last time," Hux shrugged, all faux innocence. "So I took the liberty of providing you with correctly sized sample to... finish your experiment."

"Your dirty talk needs some work," Ben told him teasingly as he fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans. Wait, fumbled? Ben was usually quick as a lightning to get out of his clothes, with the graceful elegance of a dancer using his every movement with deliberation and practiced ease. Hux took a good look at him - Ben was flushed, eyes wide and shining, hands trembling just a little, and he kept biting his lip.

He was excited. Just because Hux bought him a silly piece of underwear. Hux felt as if he'd went kicking sand on a beach and accidentally stumbled upon a buried chest of treasure.

The contrast of the delicate material against Ben's huge body was enticing in itself but what was really making Hux's breath coming faster was the reverent way Ben was putting it on. How his eyelids drooped at the sensation of smooth mesh sliding against his skin. How his breath hitched when the lace stretched taut over the jut of his hipbones, leaving just the faintest bite in the sensitive flesh. Ben was clearly enjoying this, and it made Hux almost dizzy with want.

Finally Ben straightened, hands braced on his hips, and slowly turned around, flushed all the way down to his chest.

"What do you think?" he asked, putting on a coy smirk that quickly dissolved into moan when Hux ran one fingertip along the curve of his ass covered in lace.

"Lovely," Hux breathed, for once at loss for words. Ben looked... gorgeous. Exotic. Absolutely edible. And Hux was suddenly ravenous.

He wanted to feel the texture under his own fingers, he wanted to run his hands all over the mesh covering the swells and dips of Ben's buttocks, over the lacy front panel strained under Ben's growing arousal. There was a damp spot growing on the fabric - Hux wanted to lick it.

"Come here," he commanded, and at any other day he'd have been embarrassed at the way his voice cracked but now he was too far gone to care. He dug his fingers into the fabric, nails scraping over the lace, and when it seemed that Ben was too slow to comply, Hux hooked his fingers behind the waistband and tugged.

The crack of fabric ripping was like a douse of cold water. Hux stared at the ruins of that traitorous underwear, now hanging limply from his shock-frozen fingers, and then looked up into Ben's face.

Ben was furiously biting his own lip to keep his mouth from splitting into a grin - Hux could tell. He ran a hand over his face in a gesture of defeat and sighed.

"Go on. Laugh and get it over with."

A warm fingertip hooked under his chin and gently tipped his face back up. Ben's eyes were still shining, still a bit wild.

"Hux - you should've seen the way you were looking at me when I put them on - and when you ripped them off - yeah, that was a little bit funny but also fuck, it was hot–"

The rest of Ben's ramble was cut off when he basically pounced on Hux, swallowing any doubts Hux might have had about his idea in a fierce kiss.

"You sure about this?"

"At the rate we're destroying them, it's cheaper buying them in bulk," Ben shrugged, clicking the Add to cart button.

"Besides," he grinned, sneaking one arm around Hux's waist, "there's a little bonus for regular customers this month - and I happen to think your ass would look absolutely gorgeous in pink."

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