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mlqcconfessions · 4 years

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Can I request a some hurt/comfort? How would our guys react to MC being in a coma and waking up from it? Take care of yourself!

We are always reminded of MC’s unnecessary courage, especially towards the later chapters. Every time she gets into trouble, the boys are there to save her.

But from Chapter 10+, we see that they won’t come to our rescue every time.

And that made me really sad (I JUST WANT HAPPY ENDINGS Y'ALL)

So I’m using this opportunity to write alternate endings for some of the darkest stories for each of the boys (and I had to use my imagination for these, so they may be a little lacking)

This took me a LOT LONGER than I expected, so that’s why my headcanons weren’t updating lately

Warning: There are spoilers for the main story (Ch 11-15)

MLQC Headcanon - As long as you’re here

Victor (Spoilers for Ch 11)

He’s been through this once already as kids

He’s never been prepared for another one

He always thought...since he’s here with you now.....he would be able to protect you

He believed he had changed

That he was no longer the weak boy from years ago

This is why he’s taking it so hard on himself

You were the only thing on his mind (even work was irrelevant)

He’s looking at you sleeping so soundly in the hospital bed

It’s as if you would wake at any moment

But he knows.....it’s not good to raise hopes

How long has it been.....8 days?

He glances around the hospital room (a daily routine he does)

Just to make sure everything is in pristine condition

But he doesn’t realize that he himself was in shambles

He prepared the best amenities for your hospitalization

The nurses kept talking about him, the CEO of LFG

Some attempted to get noticed by him (which did succeed to a certain extent)

They paid more attention to him than to you

“Are you going to keep doing your job halfheartedly?”

“P....pardon?”

“I have no need for unprofessional workers who can’t focus in front of their patients. Please leave” (The hospital’s Chief had to bow his head in apology)

Of course, Victor didn’t care about such trivial matters

All he was concerned about was your health

He had been watching over you nearly 24/7

He regularly calls Goldman to bring over his work to the hospital (he says he can’t go himself because then he’ll have to leave you)

For once, Goldman doesn’t care that he’s not paid enough

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You wake up to blinding lights, forcing your eyes to stay closed

After getting adjusted, you look around

Am I....in a hospital? (your eyes fall on the IV drip above you)

You turn your head (a short pain rings in your back), finding Victor laying his head on the bed

His hands are tightly grasping yours, knuckles shaky and pale

You raise your other hand to smooth his hair (it’s a little oily?)

He slowly opens his eyes, realizes the hand on his head, and quickly shoots up

His mouth is open, but he’s not saying anything

You laugh a little at this new Victor (you wish you could’ve taken a picture)

“Haha...good morning, Victor”

It’s only until you show him your usual smile that he regains himself

“......dummy....”

He bends down to pick up some papers that had toppled over

You don’t notice that he wipes a tear that was falling on his face

Kiro (Spoilers for Ch 14)

He didn’t want to have to do this

But it was the only way to save you (to keep you safe)

He hadn’t planned on using absolute control on you

After all, he knew you wouldn’t want to leave him by himself on that rooftop

But he had no choice

He would much rather sacrifice himself if it meant protecting you

And there was no telling what he would do if you got hurt

He dare not meet your eyes when he made you walk by him

There would’ve been a resisting force, making him want to hug you right away

It took him everything he had to not cancel his evol at that moment

As soon as he heard the door lock with a click, he turned to focus on his enemy

There wasn’t much to the fight anyways (his evol was overpowering)

But he couldn’t help but worry about you on the other side of that door

He figured you would be crying your eyes out, but there was nothing he could do

You, on the other hand, were trying your hardest to break Kiro’s control

But to no avail

All you could do was pound on the door, until your hands started to bleed

This went on for who knows how long

At this point, you were slumped over on the ground (your poundings have gotten much weaker)

You balled up your hands into fists, your last attempts to stay focused

Your nails dig into your palms, but it doesn’t faze you one bit (although it does quite hurt)

Was it fatigue, or was it exasperation.....but you started to lose your sight until everything was pitch black

Meanwhile, the noises outside come to a halt

Kiro hobbles over to the door (he wasn’t injured, just overwhelmed with fatigue)

He’s surprised to find you lying on the floor, unconscious

As much as he wants to take you to your home, he knows he doesn’t have the right to do that (not after what he just did to you)

But....it’s even more dangerous to leave you here

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He treats your hands with the first aid kit in your apartment

You slowly wake up to see Kiro struggling with the bandages (he was never great at things like these)

With your other hand, you reach up to cup his face

He’s startled (he wasn’t expecting you to wake up this quickly)

“Kiro.....”

He doesn’t say anything, but just looks at you with a pained expression on his face

He gets up to leave, but you grab onto his shirt

“No...please.....don’t leave....”

He turns around, bites his lower lip, and gently tugs your hand off from him

“......I’m sorry....I command you....”

“Kiro.......!”

“.....go to sleep”

You don’t remember anything after this point, not even the fact that he tucked you in

Or the fact that he stayed a little longer by your side (to burn you into his memories before leaving)

“.....sweet dreams, MC”

Lucien (Spoilers for Ch 13)

He knew you were brave

But he also knew you were careless

You hadn’t realized how deep your punctured wound went, and quickly lost consciousness

He wanted to rush towards you, to catch you in his arms

He wanted to apologize that he’s made you go this far

But he just stood there, looking at your fragile figure with indifference

He slowly walked over, and got on one knee to inspect your condition

He had to pry Iridescent out of your hands (for fear that you would try to stab yourself again)

All the while, he remained calm

As if what he just saw affected him no less than a falling leaf

But of course, the truth was much different

If he showed the slightest bit of emotion, the men would take you away from him

He was already being suspected of a traitor by them (it’s more advantageous to be seen as your enemy......for your sake)

“She’s fainted (he pushes some hair out of your eyes). I’ll take care of things from here”

“Ares, you can’t—!”

“We need her alive, wouldn’t we?” (the other agents can feel the hostility in his voice)

After he receives silent confirmation, he picks you up in his arms and takes you to his apartment

He rests you on the bed, and prepares everything to treat you

He effectively manages to stop the bleeding, but he’s unable to close the wound

It’s going to scar.....

As he looks at you, his heart becomes foggy

He has so many things to say.....so many things to explain

If only you realized his true feelings

But he knew it would only bring you harm if you got close to him

After all, HE was the one deceiving you this entire time

And that’s all you needed to believe

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When you open your eyes, you realize you’re back in your house (it’s dark except for some light from outside)

As you try to stand up, you flinch as your neck stings in pain

It’s bandaged.......Lucien!

You quickly look around the room, grabbing on to the slightest hope that he would be here

Your shoulders slink back as you laugh to yourself (at your own foolishness)

He lied to me.......he......

You cover your face with the pillow, trying to take everything in

You reach out to the bedside table for your phone, dropping something in the process

As you go to pick it up, your heart feels like it’s about to explode

Iridescent is lying on the floor, the tip no longer covered with your blood

As if it’s unaware of your muffled cries, it shines brightly in the moonlight peering through your windows

Gavin (Spoilers for Ch 15)

The wind had been blowing for hours on end, keeping his tears from falling down his face

There wasn’t much he could’ve done to prevent this

To prevent you from taking a bullet to your shoulder

No, he thought

I was right there next to her.....

There were so many things he could have done

That he SHOULD HAVE done

He looks down at you, writhing in pain, clutching at your shoulder

He knows how bullet wounds feel like (all the more reason why he’s so hard on himself)

Luckily, the two of you managed to escape STF during that chase

That doesn’t mean he was unscathed, as well

When heard you scream, he lost control of his evol

It did throw the STF agents off-course (but it also pushed you along the edge of a cliff)

He quickly grabs hold of you, twisting his body so he breaks the fall

The currents help soften the landing, but the rocks and branches leave scars on his body (he’s just relieved that you’re alive)

He brought you inside an abandoned warehouse, a beat-up Sparky guarding the front door

Lots of thoughts run through his brain while he’s treating your wound (now he knows who his true enemies are)

He skillfully manages to reduce the bleeding (but it doesn’t stop completely)

Meanwhile, your breathing becomes heavy and your heartbeat spikes up

He quickly takes off his shirt to dab the sweat off of your forehead (it’s not the cleanest, but it’s better than nothing)

He looks around for a water source

No luck (but he does find some wood for the fireplace)

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He quickly returns to the warehouse, nervous about leaving you alone

“..Gavin....”

The firewood in his hands clatter as they fall to the ground (without a moment’s hesitation, he’s by your side)

“MC....?” (the tears he had been holding back are now falling, each drop hitting your hand that he’s desperately clutching)

You find it hard to speak, only capable of muttering sounds

There’s so many things you want to say...that you NEED to say

But the sounds of agonized crying fills your ears (you’ve never heard him cry before, let alone this loud)

Little did you know that these tears were not of pain, but of relief

He’s holding onto you so tight, as if he’s trying to make sure you don’t leave him

The sun slowly rises once again, a gentle breeze blowing over the fallen leaves in the silent environment

Welp this was more hurt than comfort

This is not what I had initially planned.

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sahbibabe · 4 years

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A Mission For One

Soulmate AU

Sephiroth/Fem! Reader

You are given the details of your mission. It wasn't your intention to be crippling the last of the previous AVALANCHE's funding, nor was it to face the risk of seeing Hojo ever again.

RENO, JUST LIKE RUFUS had said, showed up the very next day, just shy of seven in the morning. He didn't have Rude with him, which was unusual, and instead had a lowly grunt with him. He had a briefcase in one hand and his weapon in the other, shooting you a grin when you opened the door.

"Ready to get started?" He asked, pushing past you to set up on one of the tables. He opened the briefcase with a flourish. "Might wanna sit down because I have a lot of stuff to tell you and not a whole lot of time."

You locked the shop door and sat down across from him, eyeing the grunt who positioned his back to it with a rifle in hand. "Was it necessary to bring the gun inside?"

"Him? Nah." Reno pulled out a file as thick as your fingers put together and set it aside. "Right, first thing I have to tell you is to hold out your arm."

You did so obediently. "What for?"

"This." Reno gave you no warning other than a smirk, and plunged what looked like a five gauge needle into your wrist. He injected a clear substance into you and, before you had time to jerk away, was done. "There. Your Shinra access chip. After the fiasco with keycards and AVALANCHE last year, we decided on these bad boys to secure the system. As long as you're alive, calm, and healthy, you can get anywhere you want to. I think the boss gave you B-Level clearance until you pass your physicals, then will up it to A-Level after that."

You felt dread settle in the pit of your gut. You had never owned anything as much as D-Level access in your entire life, and that was just to attend a small court session to set up your tea shop and legally sell tea from Shinra suppliers. B-Level was a high jump, and giving you A-Level access after? Those were the same permissions that only Rufus's seconds in command got, only less to Rufus himself.

"Reno," you asked slowly,"what the hell am I going to be doing that requires A-Level access?"

"A lot of things," he whistled, thumbing through a plastic card case and pulling out an ID card with your face plastered on it. "Assassination, murder, espionage, sabotage, take your pick. The things we Turks can't do and get away with easily."

The bad feeling in your stomach told you it was a bit more than that. You let it slide when he handed you the ID, noting the fluorescent finish on it and the expensive plastic it was made of, as well as the giant Shinra logo printed beside your head with a script reading 'VIP: DO NOT ENGAGE' along with your VIP permissions underneath, which extended to free hotel stays, you noticed.

"What's this?" You asked, watching it shine in the light. "I already have an ID."

"Yeah, but not one that's special like that." Reno then pulled out a manilla file almost as thick as the one he had brought out before, except this one had giant red confidential stamps all over it and was sealed with Rufus's personal seal. "It can get you anywhere and everywhere, just like the Turks, and more. Flash that thing and anyone will think twice about stopping you. Murder is easy with a card like that."

"I'd imagine," you said, a little choked. You had, quite literally, just gotten federal permission to commit murder. Freely. In an effort to distract yourself from the fact that you'd just been given a 'free for all' card, you tapped the first file he'd pulled out. "And these?"

"Paperwork for the doctor who does the exam." Reno shrugged when you gawked at the sheer size of it. "I know. It's a lot. But it only takes an hour. Drug tests and blood tests and all that. Even STD tests."

You placed it aside in favor of the packet he now held. "I'm guessing those are my mission details?"

"More like your trial targets," Reno supplied vaguely. "You won't officially start them until next week. You'll have a month to finish all of them. You can read up on them and memorize them until then."

In Reno's hands laid the lives of the people you were about to take forever. Permanently. And it wasn't even what you were being recruited for; they were tests. That was it.

He handed it to you and you broke the seal, pulling out one of the targets. A photo had been blown up to visible proportions, blurry and grainy, but you could make out the face well enough, recognized it even: one of AVALANCHE's older benefactors, a man by the name of Michael Dallien.

He had donated a total of three million gil to the cause shortly after the mako reactor went down, you read, and had been funneling smaller sums to them ever since under the guise of fundraisers. At the bottom, stamped in blue, was the price of his bounty: four million gil, plus a bonus for delivering visceral proof.

Which meant Rufus wanted his head. Literally.

"As you can see, you'll get paid more than the three million gil for whoever you kill," Reno explained, pointing to a section near the bottom. "There will be others competing with you, though, but they aren't doing it with the accesses that you have. They work for other corporations wanting to overthrow Shinra. If you get to them first, the other corporations won't be able to nab their resources and bam, you get paid and you move on to the next one."

The more people you found in the packet, the higher the bounties became, until you came upon a bounty on Rufus Shinra himself, priced right around one million gil.

"What the hell?" You breathed, showing Reno the picture. "What does this mean?"

"That leads me to your official assignment." The redhead plucked the paper from your hands and pointed to the list of mercs slated for the job; you weren't on it. "Our little Public Relations guy, Heidegger, put this up a few weeks ago. I doubt he knew we bugged his personal computer, but he's enlisted several attempts on the boss's life in the next couple of months. Now, the Turks aren't invincible, some are bound to slip through the cracks. That's where you will come in."

"You want me to protect Rufus Shinra," you deadpanned,"because the Turks can't."

"Hey, it isn't for lack of trying. He has so many enemies it's hard to keep track of. We keep eyes on the outside, you keep eyes on the internals. Simple."

"You mean people like Heidegger and Scarlet," you supplied, realization dawning on you. "It's not because you can't, it's because you can't do it without everyone knowing who did it."

Reno winked and pointed a finger at you. "Bingo. I knew you'd put it together. Rude owes me fifty gil."

"That explains the ID," you sighed, waving the card around flimsily. You tucked everything into a neat pile in front of you. "Anything else?"

"Yep. I took the liberty of pulling some strings and getting you a female doctor to perform your physical." Reno leaned back and crossed his arms, the grunt shifting nervously behind you. "Figured you wouldn't want Hojo snooping around in your insides again."

The sudden horror you felt had you speechless. Hojo was supposed to do your physical? Hojo had none of the specifications for that, last you had heard, and that was when he was injecting your eyeballs with some dark fluid. To have him examining you from head to toe, even for the gynecology exam because it had to be on there too, made you want to throw up at the idea.

"Other than that, though, all you have to do is get your Shinra tech fitted and your uniform. It's all unbranded so no one will be able to trace us if you get caught, and made with synthetic material that also can't be traced. You'll have to check with the boss about your weapons. Can't go to Scarlet." Reno seemed to be checking off some list and nodded to himself. "That's it, I think. Rude will drop by later and give you your rental keys."

You were still caught up on Hojo doing your physical exam, even after Reno dismissed himself and headed out of the shop. It disgusted you on so many levels that as soon as you tucked your files away into your floorboards and put your ID in your wallet, you went to the bathroom to hurl up your breakfast.

None of what Hojo did to you was memorable after the initial injection, but you recalled him speaking of something like,"Let Her see through your eyes," but it was muffled behind the wall of pain you felt. You remembered the pinch of an IV, trying to open your eyes and only feeling your eyelids as swollen as golf balls, and feeling nurses walk in and out to switch your dressing gown.

Hojo would check, occasionally, prying your swollen lids apart and testing the tears and occasional pus that would stream out, ignoring your crying and screaming indignantly. He pressed the swelling, irritated them, scraped samples from your waterline, and then fed tubes into them to drain the pus out. It never ended well, because it would soon grow clogged with that black material he had put in, like a coagulated gummy pile of rot. You never bled, but the sheer amount of tears you produced left you dehydrated and desperate for water.

You were one hundred percent certain he had also done something to your reproductive system, because after that, your cycles just became nightmares, even more so towards you leaving after he deemed you a failure. You never checked, though, too scared and poor to afford an exam, even when you now had the money and means to do so.

But now you had to because of the stupid physical exam. Hojo had ruined you in more ways than you could say, and it was no wonder you lied to everyone in your life. You were petrified of trust because you, once upon a time, had trusted him to help you. That had been a mistake.

Never again.

#final fantasy #final fantasy 7 remake #sephiroth x reader #soulmate au #soulmate

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miss-pearlescent · 4 years

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Tag Team (IV)

Chapter: I II IIIᴹ IV V VI VII VIII IX Xᴹ

When Kai had grabbed the guard standing at the side of the laboratory doors, he did not expect the guard to be so light...or scream like a girl.

Nor did he expect the guard to cry in a corner for hours after he had brought her to his cell.

Kai had planned this out for days after he had woken up. He wanted revenge and payment for everything he’d been promised. He’d gone through weeks of hell and was treated like a slave after all the experiments.

He had thought he would get the upper hand if he could kidnap a high-ranking guard and hold them hostage until he got what he wanted. He thought anybody left to guard the laboratory was high enough on the ranking that they’d be important.

But no way the crying woman that was glued to the wall could have been an important asset to Kai’s enemies.

Kai cursed under his breath when he heard another sniffle from the other end of the room. That was the only sound she would make ever since he grabbed her hours ago. Nothing he said could make her talk...not that he had spoken to her much.

As soon as he had taken her, he put the cuffs he’d stolen around her tiny wrists and then pulled her behind him as he ran toward his cell where he’d spent the last few weeks.

The moment he pulled off her helmet and saw the watery eyes and wet cheeks, he knew he had made a mistake.

But there had to be a reason why she was the sole guard left to man the laboratory doors. Kai kept her cuffed while he interrogated her, but she would not say a word. She just kept looking at the ground while fat tears dripped to the floor.

He couldn’t bring himself to threaten her, not when her lip trembled after he raised his voice even a little. She reminded him too much of his older sister who often took the blame whenever he got them into trouble back in town. She would always shut down and take it, no matter that none of it was her fault.

He refused to be the one to hurt this woman who happened to be caught in a bad situation by circumstance.

But now he was stuck in a rut. He couldn’t let the woman go; that would only land him in a ton of shit and without any leverage. But it had been hours and nobody had come looking for her. Obviously she was not as important as he had thought.

Another sniff from the other side of the room made Kai’s head hang low. Guilt was starting to seep into his bones.

Then a faint grumble.

Some days, Kai was glad he had ultra sensitive hearing.

He grabbed an energy bar from under his bed, ones that tasted sweet and salty—his favourite—and walked over to the corner where the woman cowered.

And man, did she cower.

Even though her back was facing him, her body seemed to shrink even smaller when his shadow approached her.

“Here,” he said softly, not wanting to make her jump. “Food.”

He came around and held the snack out to her.

But she seemed to be on a hunger strike because though she looked at the energy bar with longing, she shook her head.

“It’s safe to eat,” he said. When she still didn’t take it, he let out a sigh and took a seat in front of her. “I’m not trying to starve you.” The energy bar would keep her full for a couple of hours.

Her only response was to cross her legs under her, farther away from him, as she wiped the fresh tears from her face.

Man, how long could somebody cry before they dehydrated themselves?

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, the one he usually used to wipe his sweat on his training days, and held it out to her.

When she refused to take that too, he decided to wipe her cheeks for her.

He took it as a good sign when she didn’t pull away, but she did close her eyes and shake a little.

Then more tears fell, and he felt like the ultimate asshole.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, but he knew no matter what he said, he wouldn’t be able to convince her.

Would he trust somebody who kept him prisoner?

He let out a mental laugh because that was exactly what he did when he left his home in search of work to support his family.

After he dabbed her cheeks for a bit longer, he pressed the handkerchief to her hand, leaving it for her when she needed it. “What’s your name?” he asked, because he was tired of being the bad guy in this situation. “I’m Kai.”

She stared down at the wrinkled handkerchief. It was worn down but there was a clear K embroidered in the corner with black thread. Her gaze flickered upwards to his face and he could see the tears that made her eyelashes clump together. “I’m Joori,” she said.

The gears in Joori’s head turned back and forth. A few hours ago, she was on a mission to rescue a kidnapped teammate, and now she was the one kidnapped. Her anxious brain wouldn’t stop telling her that she was going to die here.

Why?

Her teammates had made no contact.

And her kidnapper proved to be stronger and faster than most humans when he had dragged her up and down dozens of hallways. Her teammates didn’t stand a chance even if they did find her in this jail cell.

But now her kidnapper was being kind to her. And she had a name for him.

Kai.

If she could pretend to be his friend, he might spare her.

So she offered him her name.

She watched as he unwrapped the granola bar he had brought and broke the bar in half, handing one half to her while he took a bite out of his half.

Her stomach growled once again and she couldn’t say no. She was really hungry.

She stuffed the granola bar into her mouth, almost moaning at how sweet and chewy it was. Her eyes were fixated to the ground as she chewed slowly, but she paid close attention to all of Kai’s movements.

Just in case.

The only sound in the small room was that of the crinkling wrapper as she folded it in her fingers.

Then Kai was holding out his unfinished half of the granola bar to her.

She looked up, surprised, and shook her head.

He lifted his chin, indicating she should take his offer. “C’mon, I’m sure they feed you guys well up there, but this is pretty good right? You’ll never get another chance to have it ever again if you don’t take it now.” She didn’t know what he meant, but when she still didn’t accept his offer, he added, “Don’t worry, I have a whole stash.”

Fine, if he said so.

Joori took the rest of the granola bar and popped it in her mouth in one bite.

Kai turned and leaned against the wall, resting his arm on a bent knee. She studied his physique, needing to find some weakness.

Except his arms looked like he lifted elephants for a living, and his grey eyes made him look out of this world.

How was she supposed to run from him?

She looked down at the cuffs around her wrists, knowing they were a special brand. When she had tried to get out of them, spikes grew out and poked painfully at her skin even with the sleeves of the guard suit in the way. It was an interesting prototype, if only they weren’t keeping her trapped here.

She was too small and weak to run. All she could do was wait.

“Joori?” a female voice rang out in her right ear.

She tried not to gasp.

They finally contacted her. Her teammates finally—

Her shocked gaze flickered up as Kai’s head turned her way. She held her breath and begged for silence.

“Joori, are you there?”

No, no, no. That was too loud. Her ear piece seemed to be on max volume.

But no way Kai could hear that, could he?

He narrowed his eyes, leaning forward. Maybe if she kicked him in the balls right now, he would pass out and she could run.

Where the heck would she run?

Joori cleared her throat as she heard her name being called out again. She couldn’t let him hear her only source of communication with her people.

But he seemed to know exactly where the sound came from as he crept closer and brushed her hair behind her ear.

It wasn’t visible on the outside, but the microchip was loud enough if you pressed your ear against the user’s ear. That’s exactly what Kai did.

“Joori, can you hear me? We’re coming for you so please stay safe, okay?”

She was both relieved and scared. Her team was coming to rescue her, but they were also coming back to a danger zone. She wanted to tell them to stay back, to leave her here to figure things out herself like she’d always done.

It was hard to have people care for you.

“If you can hear this,” Kai’s voice was deep and low as he whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing the hairs on her neck. “You have forty-eight hours to produce $500 000 as payment for your Joori.”

Joori could only hear a tiny gasp on the other end. If her body wasn’t frozen in fear, she would’ve totally kicked Kai in the balls right then. But what would that get her? Probably a kick in the head right back.

“She will be at the Rich Valley escarpment at sunset. If you don’t have the money, then you won’t have Joori either.”

Joori went cold. Rich Valley escarpment was one of the highest cliffs in the country, looking over white water rapids. She could only guess that if her team didn’t produce the money, then Kai would throw her over the edge.

“Copy.” A man’s voice came through her earpiece. It must have been Jongin.

Then silence.

Joori closed her eyes as Kai pulled away. When she had been recruited by her uncle to join his unit of spies as their developer, she had expected to be behind a desk, tinkering away at gadgets and weapons. Never had she thought she would actually be on the front lines.

This line of work is dangerous. Mr. Lee had told her. She had nodded in agreement but her naivety got the best of her. Now here she was, a hostage who couldn’t even do anything to save herself.

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Mwahahaha! Kidnapping! Hostages! Stockholm Syndrome? >:) Anything is possible in the world of ~fanfiction~

I’m putting this chapter out a little earlier than usual because I’m going to be pretty busy this weekend but also because OBSESSION IS OUT! WHOO!

#exo #kai #exo scenarios #kai scenarios #exo fanfiction #kai fanfiction #jongin #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfiction #tag team #superm

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usagi-zakura · 4 years

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Pros and cons for Sword and Shield

Okay since I’m pretty much done with the main story now and have caught most of the Pokémon I think I can give some thoughts. SPOILERS AHOY.

Pros:

- The Pokémon. They are awesome. I honestly can’t think of one new Pokémon I outright dislike. There’s a few “meh”s in there sure, but overall they’re cute, cool and Cinderace.

- I also gotta give some extra props to the Galar forms. There were a lot I weren’t even expecting and several of them even have alternate evolution (like Meowth and Yamask) or just new evolution altogether (like Farfetch’d and Corsola).

- The storyline isn’t super-intrusive, demanding you to do this and that all the time before you can enter the next gym... typically if you’ve reached the gym you can just go challenge it right away. The storylines haven’t been great in general in older games and this one’s no different, so I prefer less focus.

- You can actually catch Pokémon before you get the Pokedex. Its not right away, but you do get pokeballs from your mom after your first little excursion (even though she doesn’t tell you she’s given them to you so that’s a little weird).

- The Wild Area...I barely know where to start with this... So much awesome!

- Once upon a time I had a wish for Pokémon that they’d release a game where you could actually see other players walking around in the overworld, kinda like an MMO. Never thought it’d happen though... but then it DID.

- You can change a pokémon’s “nature” and even teach them egg-moves...so if you have a shiny you really want to use but its nature is shit and competitive battlers keep telling you it’s gotta have this and that move or you’re doing it wrong, well first of all tell them to shut their faces and play the game however you want, but then you can just go right ahead and give them a nature-changing candy, give them those egg moves and do some Hyper Training while you’re at it. Haven’t tried this system yet since it requires BP that I don’t have, but its there.

- Raid battles. They’re pretty cool.

- Vitamins (like protein and carbos) can now be used more than 10 times on the same Pokémon. (Still costs a ton though...but so long as you buy the game before January you will get a pretty decent money-maker in Gigantamax Meowth.)

- The music. It just keeps getting better I swear. I can’t stop listening to the Gym Theme.

- I like how the Pokémon League works in this game. The gyms borrow some features from Sun and Moon by having you go through “Gym Tests”, that are basically various minigames like herding sheep or a weird pinball game. But at the end its still the same old Gym Leader Battle. The tournament is also treated more like an actual sports tournament in real life would work, all your battles (including the League itself) are done in front of an audience and you even get fans. There’s also no Elite Four anymore, instead there’s an actual tournament with your rivals and the Gym Leaders.

- The starter that isn’t picked by you or your rival still gets a time to shine.

- I’m not 100% sure on this but I feel like they’ve changed the gender ratio for Eevee and the Starters...cuz I got a female Scorbunny after only three tries and I caught a TON of female Eevees. (Bonus: You can also catch Eeveelutions in the wild area).

- Speaking of Eevee they simplified its evolution. Specifically Leafeon and Glaceon, they now evolve with a Leaf Stone and Shiny Stone respectively. Sylveon also appears to evolve via friendship now so remember if you want an Umbreon or Espeon, delete its fairy moves.

- Pokémon camps are adorable.

- The game isn’t bogged down with legendaries. In fact there’s only three.

Cons:

- We gotta talk about the elephant in the room...

No...not that one. I’m talking about the lack of a national dex. To me its not a deal-breaker, it still has 400 Pokémon in the Galar dex and there are apparently a few more that exist in the data (mostly previous starters and some legendaries) that can be transferred over from earlier generations, but... Fennekin isn’t available. That’s a shame. (Where did Leon get his Charizard from anyway...as far as I’ve seen you can’t catch Charmander in the wild...The player gets one as a gift from Leon if you were wondering.)

- Haven’t found an IV judge yet. Could have just missed them though. If anyone knows where they are let me know.

- There’s no easy way to EV-train your Pokémon at least to my knowledge.

- When you’re in the Pokémon League you’re automatically healed between each battle. It may sound like a nitpick but part of the challenge of the League was always that you had to face each enemy WITHOUT healing...so it kinda takes away from the challenge.

- You can only catch Pokémon up to a certain level. Again this wasn’t a big deal for me, as I usually don’t go looking for super-strong Pokémon anyway, but it felt a bit restrictive. So yes you could technically go challenge a level 30 Onix with your level 10 Sobble... but you’re not gonna be able to catch it no matter what you do.

- The Catch rate is too darn high. I don’t know what they did to it but it feels even harder to catch even the most common of Pokémon. (Despite the fact that I caught Zamazenta with the first Quick Ball.)

- While it was nice that it didn’t focus too much on a grand storyline this time, it also meant the plot kinda just comes right out of nowhere at the end of the game, and suddenly you gotta fight a final boss you never knew existed. That’s a little awkward.

- You gotta do WHAT to evolve Galarian Yamask??

- The animations in the cutscenes are a bit awkward at times... There’s a sequence where you watch Hop try to catch a Pokémon but he’s clearly not holding a Pokéball for example... you have animations where he’s throwing a ball Game Freak...

- No more walking with Pokémon...

- The Day and Night System is only active in the Wild Area. The rest of the game time changes based on where you are in the plot.

- There’s no GTS. What the fuck. I know it was pretty broken already in the last gen what with people asking for a shiny Marshadow for a Rattata before Marshadow was even officially announced, but it was a pretty good way to get game-exclusives. Now I actually have to go out of my way to TALK to people to get them, and I can’t even do that in game.

- SO yeah my next problem is that while you can SEE other trainers in the overworld there’s no way to communicate with them.. but that seems to be a problem with Nintendo in general. They are terrified of people communicating it seems...

Despite all that though I like the game and have been playing almost non-stop the past weekend XD Heck this was the first time I just went ahead and bought both games on the release date.. and I don’t regret that decision. I played Shield normally and now I’m doing a Nuzlocke on Sword. (Case you were wondering how I’m treating the “catch only the first pokémon-rule” when you can see them, I close my eyes and run in circles till I encounter something.) I also don’t care about the trees. Pokémon models are more important than trees.

#pokémon Swsh #Pokémon Spoilers

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theworldwithoutmagic · 4 years

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The Lost Waterbender - Ch 3 - “Don’t Run Into Fire”

The Fire Nation celebrated its victory over the Avatar cycle when they killed the very last Waterbender. With no host to be reborn into, the Avatar cycle ended.

Until 100 years later, when Elsa found that Ahtohallen was more than just memories.

Elsa must now master all 4 elements and the Avatar state if she ever wants to see Arendelle again.

Rating - Soft M

Ao3 Link

Yall know why Im writing this. Elsa is clearly the Avatar after F2! This is going to be eventually femslash. I hope you guys like this chapter!

Aang and Sokka to the rescue. Heh.

Elsa only made it an hour before she noticed a ship in distance. She nearly fell through her own ice in relief. She had felt confident until she started to walk. She wasn't even sure she was still in the Dark Sea at this point. Things were... odd. A ship would at least have navigation equipment, knowledge of the surrounding seas, and could actually help her get home.

She was so happy to see the ship she almost missed the smoke. A pillar of dark smoke rose in the air above the ship, which as she got closer she could now see was massive, black, and seemingly made of metal. She had heard of nothing like this from the castle advisors and she was certain no ships of this build ever visited Arendelle's port. It was even coming right towards her now. She didn't want to assume the worst, but the appearance of the ship put caution into her approach. She considered leaving it alone since it was unlikely to have ever visited Arendelle if she was so unfamiliar with it. And it was rather foreboding, all harsh angles and belching fire.

She deliberated for a while, weighing her options. Ultimately, she decided she would still approach them. She was the Snow Queen and she could protect herself from whatever threat they may pose even if they prove to be hostile in the worst-case scenario. Pirates or a foreign enemy included. Arendelle was famous in this region even before the eternal winter incident and the chances of them knowing of its location or at least the general direction was high. Hopefully they could clear up where she is now, if nothing else.

When it got close enough, she could see people on board in striking red armor. The flame insignia flag it flew was wholly unfamiliar to her. A flick of her wrist and the ice she stood on solidified into a larger, starburst platform. There could be no mistaking who they would be dealing with if they knew anything about this region at all. The Queen of Arendelle was quite intimidating when she wanted to be and had a reputation. The ship was slowing in front of her.

Elsa chose to speak first as soon as they were within earshot. "I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle. I would like to speak to the captain of this ship." She stood tall, her voice ringing out over the ice. She could see the people on the ship squinting down at her with wary expressions. They didn't react to her title except to mutter amongst themselves.

Eventually, a man called out, "We would be delighted to receive you, your ah, majesty. We will send a boat."

"No need." She stepped forward, an icy bridge forming to the deck of the ship. The shocked gasps of the crew weren't unexpected. She only hoped they wouldn't react violently. If so, would leave the same way and escape if things did not go well. Elsa tried to tell herself not to be so paranoid, this was just covering all her options. It was only the smart thing to do. She had lost her head when the spirit called her and she refused to let it happen again.

When her feet touched the deck, she let the bridge dissolve behind her. The crew had schooled their expressions. They were obviously trained soldiers now that she could see them clearly. This was a warship. With a very distinctly flame motif. Elsa narrowed her eyes.

"What kingdom are you from?" She began, noticing the metal ship lacked even a sail to propel itself.

"The real question is where have you been hiding, waterbender?" A man in a more decorated suit of armor said from across the deck. One look at his shining metal hairpiece and medals adorning his uniform indicated this was the captain. Or at least someone in charge.

Waterbender is what he called her. She knew that term only because of the spirit in the glacier and she was shocked to hear it from the captain. She steeled herself. "I am the reagent of Arendelle. Located on the southern fjords. Perhaps you know of me as the Snow Queen."

The captain's lips were tight as he considered her. His arms crossed. "Arendelle." He tasted the word. "And how many other waterbenders are you harboring, Queen Elsa?" His mouth tugged into a smile as he used her title. Elsa didn't like it.

"If you are referring to my ice, I am the only one I have ever met with this ability." Elsa swallowed. "What kingdom are you from, Captain? I didn't catch it the first time." She felt she might need the escape plan after all. The hostility was overwhelming.

"This ship, like all others, is from the Fire Nation," he said as if that explained everything. He was pacing around her. "I have one more question for you. Where is the Avatar?"

Elsa couldn't stop her eyes from widening. This was too much to be a coincidence. The captain was grinning widely in front of her now, watching her expression. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." She saw him glance over her shoulder and nod infinitesimally to someone. She made to turn back to the railing but was blocked by a ring of soldiers.

"Unfortunately, I can't let you leave," the captain said behind her. "I am under orders directly from the Fire Lord to detain all waterbenders and bring them to him. Especially those I suspect to be the avatar. Bind her."

Elsa didn't wait for the soldiers to move. A quick wave of her hand brought up a thick wall of ice between herself and the soldiers, and swept the five closest to the railing to the side, clearing the path for her easy escape.

"Don't let her off this ship! This has to be the avatar! We need to get her quickly before she can access the avatar state." She heard someone shouting. The men were lining up.

Then, her world changed.

Jets of yellow fire, hot and directed, blasted her ice away in an instant and blocked her escape route. Elsa traced the stream with her eyes and saw it was being produced from the hands of every soldier on the deck. Fire magic. All of them. It was almost a relief to see other people like her, and Elsa felt frozen. Her entire life she had been the only one. But everyone on this ship... they have fire. Then, the first hot jet caught her in the side and she cried out, trance broken. These people were attacking her. She was outnumbered 100 to 1. She could actually lose.

Elsa whipped into action. The air dropped 40 degrees. Ice covered the feet of every man she could see. She raised her hands and great icy beams gripped the sides of the ship, sending its nose into the air to knock the remaining soldiers off-balance, including the Captain who had somehow already melted his feet free. It didn't work, and they moved fluidly into a martial arts stance she had only seen in paintings from far away before more fire shot from their hands directly towards her.

Her heart lurched. She had only a second to raise an ice wall, feeling like she was back in front of Han's men in her castle. The fire broke through her ice again. It was seemingly explosive in its destruction. She shot a beam towards the captain, hoping to pin him to the deck. He lept to the side like a dancer and dodged easily, sending more fire spinning from his feet this time. Elsa backed up squinting against the heat, throwing more walls up to protect her front. That's when she felt someone grab her from behind.

She was panicking enough that it had begun to snow over the ship, frost creeping over the deck. But the fire users behind her seemed to produce their own heat and had wrested her hands behind her. Their hot touch burned her arms and she was rapidly overpowered. She cried out and tried to pull away, but there were at least three holding her now, keeping her hands immobilized. They had shackles and were just about to click them onto her when a blast of wind knocked them off balance for a moment, and one released their grip on a hand.

She didn't waste a moment and encased them in ice up their chests this time. She made a break for the railing. More men blocked her. Before she could even call her ice, they were swept completely off the side of the ship by another powerful gust of wind.

This time, Elsa saw the source. A young man, a teenager even, covered in blue arrow tattoos was whipping up a windstorm on the deck. He blocked their fire easily with concentrated gusts of unnatural wind that could only be more magic. He was barely touching the ground between each blast. He caught her eyes after he forced another few men over the side with a spin of his staff.

"Avatar! I'm here to help! Just- Iv been looking for you." He was working his way towards her. "I can explain after we get off this ship. I can get you away from the firebenders. You have to trust me."

She pulled more ice up to grip the ship, hearing the metal groan. "Thanks for the rescue." she ground out, "but I just want to get home."

"I have a flying bison! I can take you there, anywhere. Please, just come with me." He was nearly at her side, face all earnest concentration. The whole deck was covered in ice and the captain still stood shooting flames. She was ready to dispute the boy's outlandish claim when a great roar came from above. A shaggy, six-legged creature ridden by a tan-skinned man in a ponytail came from the sky. It had a saddle like a common beast and swept from the sky to hover over the battle. Great balls of fire from the upper deck were already being directed towards it. Elsa forced another swath of ice towards the men firing them.

She was now near enough to the railing now that she could jump into the ocean below and escape. The ice gripping the ship would keep them there long enough she could get a head start. Elsa considered leaving all of them behind. But she realized she still wasn't sure precisely which direction Arendelle was in. The sun was still up and she had little frame of reference. And well.. this kid had risked his own life to free her. Watching him fight the man in front of her she noticed his face was earnest and his strikes were all non-lethal deflections. That decided it for her, in the end.

"Alright, let's go." At the end of the day, he was acting friendly towards her. She had no reason to distrust him and he had a rather convenient method of transportation. Elsa had a horrible feeling she was not anywhere near Arendelle anymore and she wanted desperately to speak to another person, especially another magic user, who knew about this avatar business.

He grinned ear to ear, finally reaching her side. "Hold on!" He grabbed her hand and put one arm around her waist and then a tight blast of air shot them both skyward. She yelped in a very undignified way and had only a moment to feel the weightlessness before they both landed in the saddle of the beast.

"Sokka, get us out of here," the boy called.

"Holy shit Aang you actually got her! And look at this fire nation ship, that's a LOT of ice, they won't be moving for a while." Sokka said. The flying bison rapidly gained altitude, zig-zagging through the sky above the ship. She could still see the ship, completely lifted from the water by her massive pillars. The water surrounding the ship was frozen entirely for a hundred paces out. She allowed herself to feel a bit of pride.

"I know!" The boy cut him off, deflecting another fireball. "It was close. They had her nearly in cuffs." They were already so high the attacks were sparse. She thinks they were almost out of range.

"Well, at least the monks won't kill us now. They can't punish us if we bring them the avatar."

Elsa's mind finally caught up with what they were talking about. "I am not going anywhere except Arendelle. You will take me there, not to any monks." She interjected, with as much queenly majesty as was possible sitting cross-legged in the saddle of the beast. "And will someone please explain this Avatar business to me?"

#frozen #frozen 2 #atla #frozen fanfic #Elsa #my writing

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wilsonsnest · 5 years

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winter, Sweetheart - IV

um, hydra’s finally gone?? yay?? eventually the comfort will come out this series that has for the most part been a lot of hurt. we’re getting there.

un-beta’d as always

ah, make sure you’ve got the Interlude so that this part makes sense.

warnings: dehumanization, angst, violence, hurt and some comfort

It’s all going to shit, but the Soldier is able to keep a single-minded focus on the task at hand with the agents and the Falcon covering his back. The first of the helicarriers has been breached, and his target has gotten the second. They have more back-up that initially planned for, and the blonde man with the wings is competent enough to get past the Hydra agents on the ground.

All the Soldier needs to do is stop Captain America from shutting down the last helicarrier and the mission is complete. He’s fairly confident he can take care of that. As he shoots a Shield pilot he touches the comm on his ear.

“Sweetheart, take out the flying threat.” He instructs as he shoves the body out of the seat and takes control of the plane. He gets an affirmative reply and watches as the Falcon soars overhead, his wings casting long shadows over the landing strip.

The other man has a wing-pack on, it looks fairly similar to the design of the Falcon’s wings, if a bit clunkier and less nimble. He’s good at flying with them though, as he takes off.

The Falcon is better.

The Soldier heads off to the final carrier, confident that his partner has the other situation under control.

He gets to the control panel first, just before Captain America arrives. From the moment they clash, his body tells him that he’s done this before. The movements are familiar, each counter nearly anticipated. Its frustrating, infuriating and slightly exhilarating. What he doesn’t expect is that the other man is somehow getting ahead of him, and in desperation he tackles him and sends them both off the control bridge.

Everything else seems to fade out as they fight. And for a brief moment, he forgets the mission, his instinct just to fight and fight until theres nothing else. It’s not until the code card skids by him that he reaches for it, but it leaves him too open. The Soldier is in disbelief, this couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t fail this mission, again.

Something seems to snap in his head, the same time as his arm does. His vision goes black, he doesn’t expect such exquisite pain in that arm. It's the shock of it, more than the feel itself that puts him out of commission just long enough to see his enemy climbing up to the control panel again.

He has his gun, but it seems fruitless now. He tries, but the other man is stubborn. The Soldier can’t find his footing when the helicarrier suddenly began shaking, moaning with effort as it begins to fall apart around him. He doesn’t have time to get out of the way before a beam falls and pins him to the ship.

Sweetheart. He hasn’t seen or heard anything from his partner, though he can’t bring himself to believe that some civilian off the street could bring him down. He uses his free arms to try and reach for his comm, but just as he is about to speak, he looks over, out into the sky where pieces of flaming metal are falling around him.

In the middle of it all, he sees him, a dark figure, smoking from onside, though not on fire. One of his wings is flailing desperately while the other is locked, unable to move. The Soldier’s eyes widen and he scrambles to try and move the beam on top of him.

No, no, no. The Falcon can’t be dead, he won’t be. But the Soldier has failed, Hydra’s great plan is in pieces around him and the Falcon is down. He knows they’ll see him as another tech casualty, disappointing but not a necessity. They’ll decommission him and throw him out like another experimental weapon that’s outlived its usefulness.

The Soldier won’t let that happen.

He’s so caught up in his thoughts, he doesn’t realize that he is being freed until the weight lifts off his chest. He scrambles out from underneath it, tucking his broken arm to his chest. There he is, his target. He is dressed like a fool, but his outerwear is diversion from his true strength.

The Soldier growls, low in his throat. His mission was to kill his target. He can still do that, then maybe...

“Bucky,” He’s out of breath, exhausted, but he’s still standing. It’s absolutely infuriating. “You’ve known me your whole life.”

His voice, it’s so desperately familiar, worming its way into the Soldier’s brain, searching for something kept hidden deep down inside. He squeezes his eyes shut for just a second, trying to ignore it. He has to finish this.

He swings at Captain America with his metal arm, nearly throwing himself off balance as the helicarriers continue to explode around them.

“You’re name,” The other man pants as he rises again. “is James Buchanan Barnes.”

The back of his head is starting to hurt, like something has dug their claws in and refused to let go. Pulling, and pulling away at the very fabric of his mind. It feels like when they wipe him, everything falling apart and piecing back together.

“Shut up!” He hears himself scream over the blood rushing in his ears. He throws his weight into the next punch, he just needs to shut him up so that he can *think*.

But he won’t. Stay. Down.

The Soldier is alarmed, growing more desperate than he can ever remembering being. This was never part of his training, these words - these lies or even truths for all he can discern. He feels like he's drowning.

He’s straddling Captain America, even as they are falling from the sky. They’ll both die in a ball of fire and fury at this point. But if he can finish the mission...

He raises his arm back, just once more.

“I’m with you, till the end of the line.”

The Soldier’s eyes widen and suddenly sees an overlay, a face thats familiar to the one in front of him, but different. Only he’s saying it, he can hear his voice, so different, so alive. Those words, I’m with you till the end of the line, pal. He catches the man’s eyes, he sees sadness, the sees pain, he sees - oh, hope.

“Steve.” He whispers and it gets lost in the keening of metal as the ship finally gives way.

The Soldier - Bucky? - No, the Soldier moves on instinct. He jumps after Captain America - Steve? Steve - and into the water. He doesn’t think he’ll drown, but theirs too much debris falling for him to be completely safe. He grabs him, drags him out of the river and onto the bank. Steve is breathing, he’s sure his team will come looking for him.

He hesitates for a moment, drinking in the sight of his face and feeling some sort of acceptance. He doesn’t understand it, but he knows there is something there. The thing Hydra tried to erase from his mind, Steve resides near the humanity of his heart, the last little bit that exists. The same place as the Falcon...

He sucks in a deep breath and stumbles away from Steve, his heart pounding in his chest. The Falcon went down, probably around here. He could have ended up in the water just like Steve, and he doesn’t know if he was in any condition to pull himself out.

He stumbles, half trotting around the perimeter of the tree line, teeth grinding together as he scans for any sign of him. Finally he comes to a stop in front of a path of downed trees, smoking from whatever impact hit them. He follows the path a few yards and he sees crumpled on the ground, a black suited body, one wing splayed out underneath him, the other crooked and sparking.

The Soldier runs to his side, and kneels down, immediately turning him onto his back so that he can assess the damage. A bullet clipped the top of his left wing casing, there are exposed wires and smoke coming from it. The metal of the casing is misshapen and scalded.

He didn’t shoot to kill. The blonde flyer had shot to down the Falcon, not kill him. Maybe when they were safe he would analyze that, but for now.

“Sweetheart,” He murmured quietly, rolling the man onto his side so that he could take off his goggles and mask. His normally warm toned skin looked ashen, and his eyes were closed tightly. “We need to move. Come on.”

He tried to put some edge in his voice, but his heart truly wasn’t in it. He felt emotionally drained, an unfamiliar feeling. He knew he was only keeping it together for the Falcon’s sake.

“You need to retract your wings.” He put a hand on the Falcon’s cheek. “Now.” He added the order, hoping his comrade’s desire to comply overrode the pain he was no doubt feeling.

“Hurts.” the Falcon finally muttered, through gritted teeth. He didn’t open his eyes, but slowly he retracted the thin blades of his wings. the Soldier had to reach over and give the left blade a shove so that it fit into the crushed part of the compartment, causing the Falcon to cry out in pain.

He gathered the other man to him, trying to sooth but knowing he was woefully out of practice. He patted the Falcon’s face, and then moved to his neck, petting where he could to try and comfort. The Falcon sagged against him, body shuddering with the effort to stay awake. In general, they both always felt some low-level of pain in their grafted limbs, but he always knew that the Falcon’s was somewhat worse off than his own. He’d always born it without complaint, even after long hours spans of flying where the metal wore on his muscles.

This had to be bad, and the Soldier didn’t have the tools to try and fix it here.

He helped the Falcon up, wrapping his arm around his waist. He’d carry him, but his other arm was currently out of commission. Grunting, he began to walk, keeping in pace with the Falcon until he could find his footing.

What a pair they made. It seems that Hydra had truly lost all of its great weapons in one fell swoop, all thanks to Captain America. The Soldier would remember to be impressed once he got the Falcon to safety.

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #mcu fanfic #wintersweetheart #the comfort is so close i can taste it

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merlinthoughts · 5 years

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Season 1 Episode 4 - The Poisoned Chalice

- god fucking dammit here we go again, i'm bloody done with my life and do not, at all, want to see merlin die bc i don't remember anything except that, yeah, he dies and someone has to get off their ass and save the motherfucking day and kiss him

- i realise how much i swear in these posts bc 1. when do i not? 2. i'm emotionally invested 3. i have no other excuse i just like swearing

- AAAND NIMUEHS IN CAMELOT SHE THINKS SHE'S SO SLY WITH HER HEAD THING

- id recognise her in a split second tbfh, she aint subtle

- *heterosexual tension*

- merlins skin be looking so smooth this episode, this boy be wearing lots of Dove

- he looked so excited to be in the banquet, then arthur just fucking slashes him with “not quite” and his hopes and dreams are destroyed

- “wanna see what you’ll be wearing tonight?” arthur says as he's behind the fucking changing curtains, about to get undressed and show merlin his birthday suit

- i honest to god thought that was where he was going, but no, he was just getting something from behind it

- “tonight you’ll be wearing the official ceremonial robes of the servants of camelot” IT'S A FUCKING DRESS ISN'T IT

- aw damn id have preferred a dress

- that smile shared between them was the most adorable scene

- god

- i

- fucking

- love

- their

- smiles

- sm

- best thing ive ever seen

- i mean… hunty look at that piece of glistening butter beauty

- wow ok back to the episode:

- bros being bros and giving each other a handshake to destroy the mortal enemy pack and put together a family, we stan.

- as if a servant who has only had eye sex with another servant ONCE would trust them enough to say that one of the chalices were poisoned. like??? “ur the only one i could tell” LMAO NO?

- she's a sly fucking dog tfbh

- “if he kills arthur, uthers soul will be broken and camelot will fall” at this rate uther prob wouldn't care if his son dies or not, look at him, he's already mentally broken. he has anxiety and paranoia over magic. child services where u at in the medieval ages?

- i wouldn't believe a word she said, or well, id have believed it was poisoned but id say yeah no damn way you aren't in on it if you know which one it is. bayard wouldn't tell a fucking servant.

- HE'S GONNA SNAP ISN'T HE

- MERLIN FUCKING SNAPPED

- yknow what we say here folks? U DO U MERLIN

- okay i was fine if uther made bayard drink it but like the moment uther said “mmmh… no.” and slowly turned to merlin i think my arteries just crunched together and died so

- “if it is poisoned, he’ll die” HE'S FUCKING SCARED MERLIN WILL PASS AWAY ISN'T HE?

- “it's fine” he says, then starts to fucking choke

- ah fuck he's down

- my boy is down

- FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW

- ARTHUR CROUCHES NEXT TO HIM LIKE “BB NO”

- lmfao bayard looks so shocked, his face is in disbelief and confusion, he's like who tf done me bad

- arthurs carrying merlin fireman style this is what i live for folks

- did like nobody notice the flower stuck on the inside of the cup? like honestly if you take a sip you’d kinda spot it or perhaps even the person pouring the drinks would have been “is this chamomile tea? no? then what the fuckery-doo is this leaf in here for?” yknow. it's like that scene in Matilda when the angry buff lady completely missed a fucking salamander in her cup when it was the size of her bloody hand. it brings out the same mood honestly

- does gaius have an index for these books or does he just have every page memorised and know exactly what page to go bc I FUCKING NEED THAT it would make bio so much easier if i knew what page it was on instead of looking back and forth from the homework sheet to my textbook, then closing it by accident and having to find the index again for that specific page i need

- arthur wants to fucking go on a life-or-death journey to save merlin i've never been so happy

- this is honestly my favourite episode, like it may be really fucking angsty but i love it so much

- arthur betrays his dad and leaves his room even after being told not to just so he can save a servants life is literally my new moto

- NO IT WON'T LOAD MY NETFLIX IS STUCK ON 99%

- okay so while i'm waiting for my shit to load, i just discovered the new fucking tumblr rule starting dec 17 and i'm like 0.2 inches away from just spamming NSFW pics on here just for laughs

- like hunty, that won't stop people from posting elsewhere or for thinking about sex bc like??? whatchu gonna do tumblr?? get the fbi to erase it from our minds

- i think nOT thot

- watch me get flagged for just using the fucking term “NSFW”

- i'm gonna end up asterisking everything (is asterisking a word? wow it has red under it so like probably not but i just added it to my dictionary so uhh it is now)

- by asterisking i dont mean furry kin shit ew no

- i mean like N*FW, s*x, t*mblr, m*rthur

- god it took me like 20 minutes to calibrate my fucking wifi and fix the connection problem

- wow the stage for the poison increased by 75% in 30 mins, damn

- merlins like like having a conniption on his bed lmao, chanting arthurs name and sweating lot

- do we ever find out how uther gets that scar bc i'm like 100% positive arthur was a little child and swayed his fucking sword too hard just as uther rounded the corner. the sword then collided into his fucking brain and destroyed a good part of his intelligence, targeting especially his morals on how to accept people and how to be a good father

- that’s my theory

- merlin starts talking enchantments in his sleep while gwens watching, and gaius is just there like wtf merlin ur blowing ur cover “oh! gwen!! uhhh sorry. he’s just... in a latin study group in his pastime and has an oral presentation in minutes”

- omg, nimueh, stfu

- i didn't know dinosaurs existed back then, this reptile be whack

- y’know what's funny? ppl thinking dinosaurs didn’t exist. i find creationism very very very intriguing bc how fucking stupid could you be

- that sword throw was faker than my moms tits

- arthur could have done better

- k but like what if merlin’s hand wasn’t under the covers? like he was just throwing that blue ball around right in front of gwen

- can arthur like not hear her? nimuehs literally enchanting the rocks right behind his ear lobes and arthur acts nothing of it until those said rocks collapse and he gasps and suddenly he realises shes evil

- also his fucking hair in this scene looks glorious. perhaps bc it's pushed back rather than his bowl cut, but its doing things to my abdomen

- i thought for a second she was pulling off her mask to say “nimueh” and arthur was gasping bc he only recognised her after her hair was shown, just like in that scene with joker and harvey in the hospital

- OH RIGHT THE SPIDERS I LIKE COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THOSE SONS OF A GUNS

- i’d be dead if those spiders came crawling up to eat me lmfao

- k so nimueh went from :) to >:D in half a second

- i'm smelling up those symbolisms, boys

- watch out pals cause here are some of them:

- merlin is the LIGHT of arthur’s life

- he LIGHTS up the party

- he gives arthur a BRIGHTER future

- he's the GUIDE for his path

- hahhahahaha

- i'm serious when i say i have a huge fear of insects (spiders count in that too, no discrimination) so i'm just putting that there, saying to yall id be fucking terrified

- gaius would be so confused, like we don't see his face here but merlins close-up sweaty concentrated frown, but he’s literally just screaming “ARTHUR!!” “FASTERRR!!” “YESS!!” “CLIMB!!!” gaius would be looking like he walked into something he wasn't supposed to. prob thinking he should just let the kid die so he doesn’t have to deal with this shit anymore

- UTHER LOCKED HIS SON AWAY I'M FUCKING QUESTIONING HIS PARENTING SKILLS

- that's grounding???? throwing ur child in prison???

- yes 999 can i have child services on his ass

- gwens so smart honestly i love her

- pretending to be a maiden for the food, god what a queen

- arthur buying it and saying “yuck you say this is food?! disgustang!”

- the fact that i misspelled disgusting but it autocorrected to disgustang (which is originally what i wanted but autocorrect shouldn’t have known) makes me consider if i should really check my dictionary…. who knows what words are on there

- they’re so smart

- and then this fucker ruins it all while eating his food, checking her out and saying yeah arthurs a prick, hyuck hyuck, realising only that wait fuck u aint the maiden

- how’d they know GWEN was the one not supposed to have delivered the food, what if it was that chick right there???

- welll….. maybe it's because gwen took her sweet time up those steps, staring as if she couldn’t blink at the guards below

- i forget what happens at the end of this episode besides the kiss, and there's like 9 minutes left my fingers may rot at this point

- wake him up! wake him up!

- OH WAIT HE DOESN'T FUCKING WAKE UP DOES HE AND EVERYONE PANICS

- YEAH OKAY I'M SEEING THAT NOW

- MERLIN STOPPED BREATHING

- LMAO GWEN IS IN TEARS

- “HE'S DEAD” SHE SAYS

- ARTHUR BB COME IN HERE TO KISS UR HUBBY ALIVE

- OH WAIT UR IN FUCKING PRISON

- WAIT UP, HE'S ALIVE AND SHE KISSES HIM AFTERWARDS????

- FUCK ME I THOUGHT FOR THE WHOLE EPISODE THE KISS HAPPENED BC HE COULDN'T WAKE UP THAT'S FUCKING WITH ME I DIDN'T KNOW

- i keep forgetting to switch up the cap locks, sorry if it seems im screaming im legit using my inside voice for most of the time just emphasizing my words a little more

- goddamn, everytime they say mercia i just think of “murica”, like those americans on the 7th of july or whatever date the “we love our country” day is, chanting it as they throw around beers and fireworks as people gather round in jerseys or crop tops

- it's not that hard to spot the european on here

- the most celebrated holiday here which contains a lot of beers and big pub gatherings (besides every fucking night honestly) is either new years, lowkey stereotypically correct saint patricks, and ig easter monday but that's more for the kiddos

- i mean ofc christmas and all that shit but im not the most devoted christian, i just like presents and small gatherings among good friends

- wow okay it wasn't the 7th of july

- i mean at first i looked up “USA day” (i couldn’t remember the name) and it popped up today’s date, and i was like no thats not it at all. dec?? its in like july i think. and i was close! it was july 4th.

- uther damn knows it's nimueh!!!

- i mean, he just overheard morgana and arthur talk about it, and initiated himself into a convo about it once morgana left, as his sneaky ass just slithered up like “hey man, u know that woman? yeah uhh, what she say? anything about me? no? k i know who it is tho”

- i thought he was going to apologize or like explain to arthur what's the sitch, but he just waits for five whole seconds before saying. “those who practice magic know only evil. they despise and seek to destroy goodness wherever they find it.”

- arthur, confused: sounds as if you know her

- uther, walking away: i do

- arthur:

- wow k lots of fucking quotes here cause it's the merthur reunion

- get ready babs

- arthur: still alive then?

- merlin: oh yes, just about… i understand i have you to thank for that

- arthur, leaning on the chair merlin is sitting in, stifling a smile: ah it's nothing, a half-decent servant is hard to come by. i was only dropping by to make sure you’re alright… i.... expect you to be back to work tomorrow

- merlin, watching arthur as he slightly walks away having embarrassed himself: arthur... thank you

- arthur, slowly: you too

- they stare for like 5 whole seconds

- arthur, uncomfortable: well… get some rest

- there we go folks: my eulogy.

- hope someone reads it at my funeral

#merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #s1 #s1ep4

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Eia Au, Eia ‘Oe ~ Here I am, here you are - 5 (Steve McGarrett/Twin Sister & Danny Williams/Reader)

Just a things begin to return to normal again after Steve’s arrest and escape, Steve’s twin sister comes walking into their lives McGarrett style dropping an emotional bomb. Danny is intrigued finding it hard to resist that McGarrett charm, finding it irresistible in ways he never thought possible…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Danny glanced over to the hospital room where he could hear you and Steve getting into it. He cleared his throat leaning back in the chair as a nurse walked by making a face, “Siblings…”

They made an understanding face and nodded stepping away as the door pulled open roughly letting it slam behind you. Danny stood up following you down the hallway quickly “Y/N…Y/N, wait…would you wait!”

You only stopped when he grabbed your elbow, “Danny…”

Your warning tone and tears made his heart jumped to his throat, “Y/N, what happened in there?”

You sniffed crossing your arms looking away from him, “Look…I just…he would’ve done the same thing…”

“Slow down…” Danny put his hands on your arms trying to make you feel better, “What happened?”

You looked to his face frowning, “He’s mad because I decided to come help him instead of taking care of myself.”

“Wh-I don’t understand…” Danny shook his head.

“I-I lied…about everything being okay…Going to Korea…it put my treatments on hold…and…” You frowned looking down, “I’m sorry…Just…I gotta go…”

Danny stood there letting his mouth fall open slightly as he watched you walk away. He turned walking toward Steve’s room opening the door looking at him hooked up to a monitor and IV bag, hand over his face obviously frustrated, “Hey buddy…”

Steve moved his hand looking at his partner, “Danny, hey…”

“That-uh sounded heated.” Danny watched Steve roll his eyes, “Steve…”

“Did you know?” Steve looked at him.

“Steve, you know I would have done everything in my power to keep her here if I did.” Danny stood next to him sighing, “And even then, she still would’ve been there to bring you home.”

“Six months…” Steve’s hand fell over his heart, “Danny…I’m not worth her getting worse.”

“Whoa…hey…” Danny frowned putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Listen, she’s strong…and really scary. She’s gonna beat this. Cancer ain’t got nothin’ on her.”

Steve looked up to him as he continued to rub his chest, “I have heard that she is scary…how scary is scary?”

“Well just let me say…” Danny thought back to you in the chopper pulling up a face mask that had a skull painted on it. “I am glad she’s on our team.”

After visiting for a little bit more, Steve asked him to go home to check on you. Something that made Danny’s stomach do flips. On the drive, he kept replaying bits of the rescue over and over in his mind.

He watched one of the Navy SEALs step over to you on the plane, “So, your McGarrett’s twin?”

You looked up from pushing things around in your pack, “Yeah…problem?”

“You’re just not what I expected, is all.” He smirked at you a little, “I expected a macho woman, not someone so fragile looking.”

Danny frowned at the jab and stood up to walk over pausing as he heard you speak, “Listen sea dog, I don’t doubt your abilities and you shouldn’t doubt mine. I might not have been on the field as much as you, being in JSOC…but I’ve extracted more then 30 high value targets successfully…and there is no one more valuable to me then my brother. So, I suggest you get your head out of your dick and on mission.”

Chuckles were heard all around the carrier as the man shifted on the balls of his feet, “I didn’t mean…”

“I know…but now that it’s clear…” You pulled your face shield over your head and down your face, showing the skull print and small crown engraved on the cheek, which caused a reaction from all the SEALs including Joe. You adjusted it around your neck, “I expect nothing but the best.”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am…” He nodded a little glancing over toward his buddies, “I didn’t realize we were in the presence of…”

Danny didn’t hear what he said as he whispered, but your how stern your face got made him worried that it wasn’t good. You cleared your throat, “I don’t go by that anymore…and I would appreciate it if you didn’t call me that. It’s a Delta thing.”

The way you moved on the field was similar to your brother, just not as bulky. You took down the enemy quickly staying in step with the SEAL team. Danny found himself thinking, how could someone make trekking through an enemy infested jungle look appealing?

Then the reunion between you and your brother.

“I got Steve!” Danny shouted throwing the tarp up over the truck. You ran up next to him jumping inside immediately when you saw your brother tied up in the back.

“Steve!” You put your hands on either side of his face looking into his eyes. It was the purest connection that Danny had ever seen. The love you had for your brother is something Danny understood, but the connection you had from being his twin was unfathomable.

“What are you doing here?” Steve whispered looking at you before you pulled him into a tight hug making him cry out in pain, “Y/N…”

“I’m taking you home stupid.” You told him as a couple tears slipped down your face.

Danny sighed walking inside the house seeing your head through the window to the back porch. He stepped outside, and you looked up at him. You were biting your thumb and as he opened his mouth to speak you blurted out, “I’m really sorry, Danny. I didn’t…I didn’t want to lie to you, but I knew you would try to stop-”

“It’s okay.” He interrupted you making you stare at him, “I get it. Even if you had told me I don’t think there was anything I could say to keep you here, aside from chaining you to a wall, which you no doubt could escape.”

“I never…I just feel so bad.” You told him frowning feeling a pain in your stomach, “You’ve been nothing but nice and kind and…wonderful, and I just lied to you.”

He took a seat in the chair next to yours, “It’s your brother…I would’ve done the same in your position…hell I pretty much have…”

“You have?” You looked over to him nodding as he began to explain about his brother Matt.

“I regret not stopping him from getting on the plane…” Danny looked at you eyes bright and filled with sadness, “it kills me that I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing.”

“…you know I still have some strings I could pull at JSOC…” You rested your chin on your palm looking at him, “If you ever want to find him…”

He smiled shaking his head, “Thanks, but Matty has got to make his own choices and live with them.”

“Well if you ever change your mind, the offers there.” You smiled before looking at the bandage on your upper arm.

“How is that?” He pointed at it. You’d gotten grazed while on their excursion and Steve seemed really worried about it.

“It’s fine really, I just gotta make sure it stays clean.” You looked at him small smile coming to your face, “The chemo treatments made me more susceptible to infections.”

“Ah, so that is what Steve was on about.” Danny crossed his leg over his other leaning back staring at you, “He’s really worried about you.”

“I was really worried about him!” You snapped back before sighing and looking away, “…it wasn’t working anyways…the six months might give me a different option…”

“Wait…the chemo wasn’t working?” Danny watched as you nodded staring out to the ocean, “But it’s been like-like a month…shouldn’t it take longer to see change?”

You grabbed your phone pulling up an email from your doctor. They had taken samples when you visited like they do every time you’re there, “Y/N, I hope your trip went well and your family is alright. I thought I should inform you that your levels have increased at an alarming rate. While we still won’t be able to explore anything for six months, it seems that your trip came at a practical time. I look forward to seeing you soon. Safe travels, Dr. Lenau.”

Danny frowned as you tossed the phone back on the table letting silence fall over the area. Finally, he spoke quietly, “…are you okay?”

You wouldn’t look at him as a tear fell down your cheek, “Not really…”

“Y/N…”

“Danny…” You looked at him finally giving him a smile, “I appreciate what you’re doing, I do, but I’m not good with all this emotional stuff when it revolves around me. I just need…to grieve for a bit.”

“Okay…” He nodded slowly, “do you want to be alone? Or…should I order some pizza and grab some beers?”

“Uh…” You let out a soft laugh as you wiped your face, “Let’s go with option two…cause I could eat the entire house right now…”

“Yeah?” Danny smiled as he stood up, “Alright…I’ll order something up. You got a preference?”

“None at all. Unless you can get a slice of Mannie’s here from Virginia.” You leaned your head back in the chair looking up at him as he walked past.

“A connoisseur of pizzas, are we?” His eyebrows shot up a little as he pulled out his phone.

“There was just this nice little joint down the street back in the states…there’s nothing like it.” You smiled at him, “Wouldn’t call me a specialist though…”

“Still, my kind of taste. There was a small joint back in Jersey, went there every other Thursday to get the best pie.” He smiled at you thinking about it, “You like Sinatra too?”

“As a matter of fact…between him and Coltrane it’s hard to say what my favorite is.” You smirked at him as he looked at you surprised, “What?”

“I just didn’t expect that answer. Don’t find many jazz lovers on this rock.” He stood there still slightly surprised.

“Yeah, my dad and I would listen to it all the time.” You smiled looking past him into the house, “We’d dance to Sinatra and Bennett right in front of that window…”

“Sounds like a good memory.” Danny liked the way your eyes seemed to light up thinking about it all.

“Yeah, dad and I were really close.” You nodded staring at the spot where he last twirled you around, “You know the last conversation I had with him was about us dancing. I was gonna try to come home for the holidays a couple years ago…ended up not being able to…but he suggested we could have a couple of good drinks and hit up a local jazz joint that opened. I would’ve loved to do it.”

Danny tapped his phone against his hand before he spoke, “Well…maybe one day we can find it. Catch a show in honor of your old man.”

You looked at him a big smile coming over your face, “That would be nice.”

“Alight…I’m gonna order food and grab beer now that we’ve finished this moment.” He awkwardly excused himself hearing you laugh a little, the sound caused his stomach to flip and a smile grow across his face.

This was not good…rule number one for cops…don’t date your partner’s sister, brother, mother, father, cousin, aunt, uncle, or whatever.

Not that this was a date at all. Nor was one set up. Danny was just being friendly. You were in a tough place and he was being a good friend. Right?

“Flirting is our thing…why would we stop our thing?” Danny mumbled to himself as he popped open a couple of beers, “I mean I really enjoy flirting with Y/N, but…”

He let out a frustrated sigh wiping a hand over his face before picking up the drinks, “Just friends…”

Forty-five minutes and a couple of beers later you were both inside giggling over a story he told about Grace. You smiled listening to him go on enjoying how big his smile got when he talked about his family, “And she just walked right over to the poor kid and pushed him right in.”

“She did not!” You shook your head not believing him, “Gracie is too nice!”

Danny started to nod, “It is 100% true. She walked up to that little boy and said, you can’t cut in line you big jerk, and pushed him into the pool.”

“What did you do?” You questioned as he took a drink.

“Mm…well…” He licked his lips turning to you, “at first I scolded her telling her that public pools are not a place to just push people and yada yada…later I got her ice cream telling her how proud I was she stood up to someone.”

“Sounds like the correct way to handle things.” He thanked you as you closed the empty pizza box, “This was fun.”

“It was, wasn’t it.” He smiled and started to pick up empty bottles and paper plates, “We should do it again.”

You paused looking at him, “…what?”

He looked at you seeing surprise written all over your features. Had he been that far off in thinking you were interested in him too?

“Like hangout…dinner…movie…drinks…” He swallowed a little watching you push your hair behind your ear in a nervous motion, “I mean…like in a friends way…it’s nice having someone to hang with that isn’t totally wrapped up in work too…”

“Oh, right…that makes sense…” You nodded glancing at him before turning to walk toward the kitchen, “Yeah, that would be really nice.”

He cleared his throat before following you a few steps behind, “I mean…I hope we are friends…I shouldn’t assume just cause your brother and I are, that we are too…”

You turned quickly to look at him nearly making him run into you. You stared into his eyes, “Of course we’re friends, Danny. I hope you know that you’re more than that…you’re family.”

He stood still just soaking up your presence. You had a magnetic quality that just made him want to stick close to you, “I feel the same…I’ve really liked getting to know you.”

Your smile turned into a smirk, “Nice to know that there’s McGarretts out there that aren’t excessively crazy?”

Danny let out the rattling laugh he was known for as you tossed the pizza box on the counter, “I don’t know…you stormed the castle like a true MaGarrett would back in that jungle.”

“Yeah, well, I picked up a few things here and there.” You leaned against the counter looking at him as he set the bottles on the counter.

“Like being…royalty?” He watched you shift a little looking away, “Hey…I didn’t mean…I just heard one of the guys on the way home mention it. Apparently, you got name for yourself from your time in JSOC…Just curious about it, is all.”

You sighed slowly before looking back to him, “Ask me another day…I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

Danny nodded slowly before smiling a little, “I will do that.”

You crossed your arms looking down, “I should-uh get to bed…I want to see if Steve is still talking to me in the morning before heading over to my own doctor.”

“He’ll come around.” Danny gave you a reassuring smile as you pushed off the counter, “He’s your brother…he’s just being his usual Navy SEAL protector.”

“Well…I don’t need a protector…” You stepped toward him smirking a little.

“And what do you need?” He turned following you out into the living room again.

“Me?” You glanced back at him before you started to pick things up you’d left laying about the room, “I just need someone who’ll hold my hair back after a long fun night, slow dance with me, and keep good company.”

“That’s it?” Danny stopped putting his hands in his pockets.

“Well…” You folded a blanket holding it to yourself, “yeah…that’s about it. What else would I need, I’m dying…”

“Come on…” Danny looked down suddenly uncomfortable, “You’re gonna beat this.”

You tossed the blanket on the couch, “Maybe…”

“Y/N…” You looked at him as he stepped toward you hand reaching up but stopping short before falling back to his side, “You going to beat it.”

You stared at him feeling yourself tear up a little. He looked so sure, something that you wanted to be., “I…certainly am going to try.”

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division-m · 6 years

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The Merge [3] - Sweet Pea

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Genre: angst | AU

Word Count: 2,649

Part [3] Warning: Violence, Swearing.

Part [3] Brief: ❝ In which the silver moon was high in the sky giving off the only light over Riverdale, apart from the lampposts whose rays died inches from the dirty tungsten bulbs, and Sweet Pea held a rage the power of a wildfire, you could practically see the flames roaring in his eyes, ready to ignite anything that he came in contact with. We learn [y/n] is an enigma - not like that of books where words are so plainly written out and flow from page to page, but of books torn, frayed, and indecipherable.❞

Masterlist

[y/n] was currently lounging around with youngest Cooper just like old times;

[y/n] admired Betty’s room.

Her room was like a princess wonderland. The walls were a baby pink that pulsed in the light, sprinkled with various pictures, mostly of friends and a few celebrities, [y/n] noticed she still kept the montage they made together of them since they were 6 up to the age of 14. Her comforter was pulled over her bed. It was messy as they both laied on it together, this resulted in lumps of varying sizes and shapes to form on the comforter.

A desk sat in one corner, littered with wadded up pieces of paper and pens. A few shelves were pushed against the walls and filled with books. Some books sat on the floor in front of the shelves. How does Betty manage to make a mess of books look like they are perfectly placed? [y/n] will always wonder.

"Simple, I heard the devil call out my name" [y/n] said in response to Betty's question;

"Why did you leave Riverdale two years ago? you just got up and left, it broke my heart”.

Betty's eyes shifted to the side and they soon became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth; my heart sank.

Seeing Betty like this really broke my heart, all I want to do is protect her, that’s one reason why I left in the first place.

[y/n] whipped the tears from Betty's eyes.

"Betty.." [y/n] cooed,

"I'm back now and I'm staying, trust me, its like everyone born in this town in bound forever to it".

Betty accepted that response, however [y/n] didn't want anymore questions around why she left, so she changed the subject.

"Betty.. Chic seems nice.. Considering his current situation, I mean I can understand why he is a bit crude, he just reconnected with the family that gave him up, but your dad, he seems to hate him?" I inquired, really curious to why this is.

Betty shook her head "[y/n] I have no idea, mum loves him already and if im honest its like shes trying to make up for all the years she lost with him, but I can't understand why dad doesn't want the same, its like-" Betty was cut off by her mum entering the room with a huge smile.

"[y/n] its getting late, are you going to stay over?" Alice asked politely.

I always loved Alice, she was like a second mother to me when I was little, if I wasn't at my house, I was at hers, if I wasn't eating at my house, she always made sure I was feed.

"That’s okay Alice, I should be getting back to my Grams now, I'm sure she’s getting worried, iv been out all day" I refused politely much to Betty's dismay.

[y/n] hopped off Betty's bed and gave her a warm embrace and told her she'll see her tomorrow at school and made her way home.

[y/n] walked. She walked as her hair fluttered in the air, her clothes clung to her body, arms tightly wrapped around her. [y/n] felt cold wind stroking her skin, wanting to rip her clothes off her, as if she were its enemy.

She lifted her hands to the air to feel short bursts of rain.

As she walked she couldn't help but remember that cursed night, that night her family left for Greendale, [y/n] remembers this path, because she ran it that night, remembering passing Betty and Archie's house at an ungodly hour, never knowing when she'll see them again.

*Flashback*

Being chased was nothing like the movies. The stars look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. Reality was far removed from that pretty version of running to save you skin.

I'd had no time to put on shoes or even grab my jacket, my parents pulled me from my bed whispering to me;

"It's no longer safe".

Panic took over my expression. I could only think one word.

Hunters.

They travel to innocent towns, looking to exterminate unwanted family's. At the time Riverdale was innocent.

Greendale on the other hand was not. It was known for its mystical nature. Hunters wouldn’t dare enter, it was the only safe place for our kind.

The mundane fear the town over Sweet Water River, ever heard the saying;

'you should know better than to be caught in Greendale after midnight'

Usually you would run from the town, yet the crescents were sprinting towards it.

My souls crashing into the asphalt a few times before I transitioned to the balls of my feet. My face is flushed red and my expression is pure panic.

The crescents managed to make it into the forest, the moon was at its peak and spooky doesn't quite cover it and eerie is an understatement of this situation.

I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes this forest look like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralyzing fear.

I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for, since the darkness was blinding. The only way I am getting through these thick trees is the hand of my father pulling me along.

By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utter black.

The dawn is hours away and until that precious time I can only run for my life.

Hunters, they are skilled, deadly skilled, yet still mundane, and don't have the senses of my parents. Hence why they hunt us. And why they will always hunt us.

*End of flashback*

The memory sent shivers down [y/n’s] spine, as well the now pouring ice cold rain.

However the rain was the least of her problems in this moment, as she heard the revving up of motorcycles, she found herself in stumbling into a civil war.

There was stillness on both sides. If hatred was visible the air would have been scarlet.

Screams broke out. The men rushed forward, the attack was fierce and efficient.

[y/n] wasn't foreign to battles, she fought many herself, hence why she decided to climb the tree to her left and perch herself up on nearest branch. Ready to watch this turf war commence.

'This should be interesting' she entertained this thought.

As the fight was happening, [y/n] noticed a certain tall dark and handsome serpent throwing punches left and right.

'He is a good and confident fighter, its like he is trained.. Riverdale needs more of that' she smirked as she studied his fighting skills.

A certain red head crashed a punch into Sweet Pea's stomach, a sudden gush of pain jolted throughout Sweet Pea's body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken.

[Y/n] studied the look on his god like features, its like she could read him like a book.

"He will not get the better of me" his features read.

His tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and winded, with a leg in agony, he grabbed the foot of the captain and pulled him to the ground. His head was pounding. He brought a fist to the captain’s face, snapping his nose into a state of grotesquerie.

It pained [y/n] to see Archie this way but she commended him, he grew up over this past two years.

'Least he is out here throwing elbows, thats my boy' she praised him internally.

"Listen here Northsider!" Sweet Pea demanded loud enough for the whole street to hear, as he man handled Archie's letterman collar.

"Normally I would give you mercy, however you think you can come to my house, stick a gun in my face, and there wouldn't be any payback? You're stupid. You blame the Northside for all the problems in this town! Watch us be declared innocent then see me come out fighting. I've thrown one punch at you and I already see you quiver. How weak you are? This isn't cruelty Andrews, this is justice. You cannot control your actions and so I’ll control you. Continue to fight me and you know I'll win, or maybe you like gambling? It's a sin, you know"

I sat there with my jaw dropped in utter shock at Sweet Pea's monologue.

'What the fuck have you been up to Archie, i thought he knew better than to mess with the Serpents.. Jesus' I internally battled whether to stop this, Archie can clearly fight but facts are facts, Sweet Pea could easy take him out.

Just as I was about to come down I heard my name being called.

"Veronica?" I whisper yelled.

She looked as though she had been running due to her flushed cheeks.

"What the hell are you doing here" She asked me wide eyed.

"Being entertained" I deadpanned.

"[y/n] that’s Archie out there, with the serpents fighting, we need to stop this right now!" Veronica rushed towards the madness but I grabbed her by the arm to pull her back to me.

"Veronica no listen, they are hand to hand combat right now, running in there unarmed or just running straight into those muscle pigs will get you hurt" I warned, Betty informed me Archie and Veronica were an item, and I also know Archie.

He would be beside himself if she got hurt.

"Oh but sweet [y/n] I am armed" Veronica pulled out a gun out of her obsidian hooded cape.

[y/n] studied the gun, it was, small, discreet and deadly. The metal was cold in Veronica's hand, icy perhaps.

"Oh Lodge you really are a paradox but I am not going to ask why you have that right but If you want to stop this fight I have a plan".

"Shoot, what's the plan" Veronica was serious about stopping this fight.

"That’s exactly the plan, shoot" I deadpan once again.

"What! Are you crazy we can't just-" Veronica panics.

"No no not at them! up into the air! It's a small gun but trust me it will be loud enough to capture everyones attention, but once you do that, you have to run and get Archie out of here! if the cops aren't already on their way they will be now, then once you’re safe get rid of that fucking gun!" I carefully yet firmly explain to Veronica as i hold her shoulders, she is smart she understood every order and was on bored.

[y/n] gave Veronica a encouraging push.

Veronica ran between two cars, now her senses sharpened with adrenaline, Veronica held her breath, still straining to focus with every ounce of her concentration is focused on making this right. Cool air whispered through her body, she breathed in;

She fired.

Not too long before Veronica fired, [y/n] ran over to where the Serpents kept their motorbikes, knowing Sweet Pea will run this way out of instinct.

[y/n] was right, once that gun was fired he sprinted in her direction, she took this oppotunity to grab his arm and drag his weak state into her side.

"Listen to me, the cops are on their way, now unless you want to be hauled in by the police you should follow me, I'll help you" [y/n] said with utter seriousness.

In this short moment she wasn't admiring him from afar, she was inches away from his heated body. For a moment it shattered her to see his features this way, He's a bloody mess, nose bleeding and his right eye black and blue thanks to Archies left hook. His arms are wrapped round his guts like he's holding them in. he's beat so bad.

"We don't have all day!" [y/n] raised her voice in fear as she saw him contemplate.

"Why do you want to help me" he didn't say with a raised voice, it's like he's speaking while being choked, he must have taken a few hits at his throat while [y/n] was with Veronica.

"Remember when you saved me from falling on my ass? Yeah well lets call this me paying back my debt to you okay, now let me help you this time". [y/n] made her point, a broken chuckle escaped his busted lip.

The sirens were becoming louder the cops were coming, it was time to get going.

[y/n] snaked an arm around his waist, he slung an arm over her shoulder, instinctively, almost like it was a natural fit.

Their bodies were much different in height and stature, yet that didn't stop [y/n] from easing any type of pain she could.

My feet slip outwards on the wet autumn leaves as I round the corner, the cold night air shocking my throat and lungs as I inhale deeper, faster. It wasn't easy having Sweet Pea lean on me. Sweet Pea was 6'5 and very heavy in this weak state.

With each footfall a jarring pain shoots ankle to knee through Sweet Pea's legs, this was evident as I kept hearing him hiss.

"C'mon we can't slow down, lean on me more if you need to" [y/n] aided him with words.

He let out broken "mhm's" and “ah’s” in response. His mouth continuing to fill with an Iron taste as his teeth bit into his lips, clearly trying to stop himself from moaning in pain every second.

Due to this he kept spitting blood onto the ground.

"I'm sure you're leaving a trail with the amount of blood you're spitting" [y/n] sassed him.

"Well princess I can't swallow It can i? if I was Dracula, I would" He still managed to sass back even though he's seconds from passing out.

I'm confident I'll get Sweet Pea back to Grams safely, I know this estate better than they do, those cops are just pretty boys in uniform, shipped in from the nicer end of town. They're weighed down with guns, batons and electrical stun devices, all of them useless unless they get a clear shot, which they won't.

I can hear them panting with the effort from three hundred yards behind, that's how freakin' noisy and slow they are. Conditioning from a tread-mill with a stop-watch will never beat real-life training on the streets.

[y/n] knows that better than anyone, and if anyone can understand her street training, It would be Sweet Pea.

He wouldn't have trusted her with his life unless he had a feeling she knew what she was doing.

And Sweet’s had an intuition that was never wrong.

A/N: ahhh! This was so fun to right, I didn't want to end it! But I have to keep you guys wanting more hehe. How are you guy's enjoying so far? I'm mixing the current Riverdale storyline and the storyline from past episodes, so I hope you can understand that. And oooo what do you think about little miss crescents past? Feedback is always encouraged and welcomed :)

Be well x

Also should out to @sweetypeaimagines <3 go check out her work its so lovely! And she is so sweet! She deserves all the recognition she gets.

#Sweet Pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea au #sweet pea smut #sweet pea #sweet pea fanfic #sweet pea riverdale #riverdale #riverdale imagine #sweet pea the merge #sweet pea headcanon

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imagine-lcorp · 6 years

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Mustang Ride (Part II)

Request

Maybe like they arrive at a major get together, including Sam Arias and maybe Eliza, like for Alex's birthday. Only for an attempt on either Kara, from a major enemy or on Lena and Kara and reader expose themselves to Sam and the other unknowing members of the Super friends.

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you’re doing well in life. Here I bring you a part two for Mustang Ride, thanks to @veteranwerewolf95 who wanted me to continue with the story and gave me the idea for this part. It has become a series, so wait for the next part, soon I hope. Kudos to her <3 also check her blog!! Remember that request are open, you can hit it guys and tell me your ideas for new imagines. I have a few now in my list and I’m gonna be working on them. I hope you enjoy this one and please tell me what you think!!

Lena Luthor x Shapeshifter!Reader//Word Count: 1,869

Series: Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

"This has gone too far." You mumbled with your hands covering your face.

"Don't you like it?" Lena teased and smiled as she wrapped her arms around you.

"You're a dork." You lowered your hands and laughed.

There were many reasons to love Lena Luthor. She was strong, independent, kind, loyal, compassionate, smart, stunning, a badass, and she was so, so much more. She never ceased to amaze you. Everything she was, and everything she did, you considered it divine. Looking at the black '68 Mustang convertible in her parking spot made you reaffirm your belief that she was a marvel out of this world.

"What? It's a classic." She said while walking towards the driver's door. It was a nice car, you had to admit. "Now, get in."

"Are you driving?" You raised an eyebrow at her. You walked towards the trunk to put your bag in.

"Mmm, this is my Mustang so..." There was a playful look in her eyes. "Yes, I'm gonna ride it." She turned the key and started the car with a big roar.

"There she goes." You smiled and rolled your eyes while walking towards the passenger's door. You imagined that Lena and J'onn could have a good conversation. Considering he also droved a '52 convertible that technically was a spaceship.

Saturday was Alex's birthday and you were going to Midvale to celebrate. Their mother, Eliza, had convinced them to take, at least, the weekend off for the party. So, Kara invited all the Superfriends, including Sam and Ruby, during the last game night. You were more than happy to be going and spend the weekend there. However, it was like a two hour trip from National City to Midvale, and Lena had offered Sam to carpool. It was still Friday when you drove to her house and picked them up. Sam and Ruby were as excited to spend the weekend outside the city.

You arrived at Eliza's house late afternoon. You saw J'onn's car and three motorcycles in the driveway and guessed the Superfriends had arrived early. Kara walked out of the house and welcomed you, leading you inside. As you guessed, the Superfriends were there. James and the birthday girl, Alex, were chatting in the living room. Maggie and J'onn were helping Eliza in the kitchen, and Winn was trying to set up the TV for the karaoke.

After you say hello, Sam and Lena went to catch up with the rest at the living room. Ruby was excited to talk with Alex about a science project for her class, and you went to the kitchen to help with the dinner and cake. Eliza was thrilled to meet you, Kara had told her about your shapeshifting abilities, and she found it fascinating, considering you were not an alien like J'onn.

It was a wonderful evening to celebrate Alex's birthday. Family and friends were there, the food in the oven was delicious, you were sure, and everyone was having a good time. Before dinner, Kara put everyone to sing duets with the karaoke but, of course, she and Ruby stole the spotlight. An hour later, you were helping Eliza set the table and the Superfriends were taking their seats, ready to eat.

However, while you were sitting the doorbell rang, making everyone look at each other in confusion. As far as you knew, none of you were expecting any more guests. It was probably a neighbor calling or a door-to-door salesman, nothing to worry about, so you offered yourself to go open the door.

"Oh, shut." It was the only thing you could say, before your eyes went wide open and a strong hand caught you by the neck, as you opened the door. This was unfortunately something to worry about.

Everyone at the table suddenly stood up, looking with eyes wide open, furrowed eyebrows, or covering their mouths in surprise. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see your friends preparing themselves to defend you.

"(Y/N)." You heard Lena gasp.

"One move and I break your friend's neck." Rasped Hank Henshaw, taking slow steps inside the house. The pressure in your neck seemed to increase with every step you had to take back.

You tried to turn around to see your friends. Alex, Kara, James and J'onn were in agent-superhero mode, if their clenched jaws and tensed poses were any indication. Winn was practically petrified, looking back and forth between you and Henshaw, waiting for something to happen. Maggie and Eliza were near Sam, who was holding Ruby behind her, trying to protect her. You couldn't see Ruby, but you knew she should be scared. Then you saw Lena, taking a step forward, ready to face her mother's minion.

"What do you want Henshaw?" J'onn demanded to know. Kara had to grab Lena by the arm.

"I'm here from Ms. Luthor..." He looked at your friends with his robotic eye turning a little brighter. "And she's coming with me." At that, you transformed into the biggest animal you could think of.

Henshaw certainly didn't expect being punched in the face by a polar bear. He was still holding you when you transformed and he turned to see you with a confused frown. You seized the opportunity to try to push him back, tearing part of his face and chest with your claws. Next, you turned into rhino and rammed him outside the house, breaking the door frame. You would have to apologize to Eliza later for that. Unfortunately, you remembered Henshaw had super strength as he grabbed you by the horn and threw you over his head. The impact leaving you a little dazed.

When you focused back to Henshaw, you realized Kara and J'onn were outside too, greeting him with clenched fist. This should have been an easy fight, two against one were good numbers, but Henshaw really knew how to fight. J'onn was launched to the front yard with in a single movement and Kara was throwing punches that he managed to dodge or block. Alex and James were at the door watching the fight, surely planning how to help.

You got on your feet and ran towards them, an idea popping in your head. With a jump you landed on Henshaw's back as a python and wrapped yourself around his neck and arms, as tightly as possible. You managed to immobilize him, enough for Kara, and J'onn to return, and hit him in the guts. You considered it payback for almost choking you. However, he started to untangle himself, grabbing and stretching you with his bare hands.

You couldn't risk being teared apart by his bare hands so you had to let go and Henshaw tossed you again to the side. The fight continued with Kara and J'onn blowing punches at him. You could hear the three of them complaining and grunting at every blow. So you returned to the fight, back as a polar bear. Henshaw heard you growl and turned his head, his angry expression telling you he had had enough of your animal shenanigans.

Henshaw had the nerve to grab J'onn by the neck and use him as a bowling ball against Kara before going for a bear hug with you. He wrapped her arms around you, lifting and squeezing your torso until the pain made you scream. You had to turn back to normal and fell to the ground. Henshaw was ready to finish you when a blast threw him away. Alex was in the driveway, pointing her alien gun at him.

After that, the fight ended pretty much quickly. Kara and J'onn recovered fast enough to deliver a couple of power punches more, making Henshaw finally withdraw. Kara wanted to chase after him but J'onn convinced her not to. It was already night time and he had easily disappeared, they couldn't risk going into a bigger trap.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Lena scream as she passed Alex and James at the door. You were still in the ground, grunting and holding your sides, it hurt like hell and you were breathing with some difficulty. Kara and J'onn also rushed towards you.

"Let's get inside. (Y/N) will need some medical attention." Ordered J'onn. Kara had to carry you inside with Lena following close behind.

Kara left you in her room upstairs, with Alex and Eliza to check your injuries. James and Winn were improvising a new front door while the rest of the girls were in the living room, distracting Ruby. At first, she had been scared of the whole situation but, after realizing she was surrounded by literal superheroes, it triggered her excitement.

"You'll have to rest for at least seven weeks." Eliza handed you a few painkillers and a glass of water.

"Alright, got it." You grimaced as you took the pills.

"That means no shapeshifting for a while, (Y/N)." Alex raised an eyebrow.

"This means I’ll have to take the bus to work, ugh." You grunted.

"I'm gonna call Lena, be right back." Alex ruffled your hair and left the room.

"How's (Y/N)?" J'onn asked once she saw Alex walk down the stairs. Lena turned immediately, fidgeting with her hands. She had seen you struggle with your breathing and she hoped it wasn't anything serious.

"With four broken ribs but fine." She said while walking towards the group. "You can go upstairs now, if you want, Lena."

"Thank you." That's all Lena said before rushing upstairs.

Eliza had made some recommendations and reminded you again not to use your abilities, until they were sure you were completely recovered. You thanked her and also apologized for the broken door. She just laughed and assured you it was fine, you had saved them after all. Then, Lena showed up at the door and she left the room to give you some privacy. You smiled when you saw Lena and raised your hand towards her.

"How are you feeling?" She asked and took your hand in hers.

"Good, with some pain but I'm okay. I had it worst in Roulette's ring." You squeezed her hand reassuringly. It was definitely not the worst injury you ever had. "How's everyone?"

She sat near you, in Kara's bed, and told you how everyone was doing so far after the attack. James and Winn were still working on the improvised door. J'onn and Kara were still talking about Henshaw, and Maggie and Alex were talking with Sam and Ruby, trying to answer their questions without revealing anything too confidential.

"Ruby is a little bit too excited now that she knows her aunts and uncles are superheroes." Lena chuckled.

"I bet." You smiled, knowing Ruby would want to know everything about the Superfriends.

"So, what did Eliza tell you?"

"Just that I need to rest and have a few checkups, to see if I'm healing correctly. Also, I can't transform for, like, seven weeks at least. Meaning… I would need a ride to work." You raised an eyebrow at her.

"Alright." Lena smiled and kissed you. "Just not my Mustang."

"Hey, I saved your life." You tried to protest. "Twice."

"Mmm, I guess we can carpool." Then she kissed you. It was going to be an interesting weekend.

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena x reader #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor fic #shapeshifter #shapeshifter reader #shapeshifter!reader #mustang ride #part ii

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theashemarie · 6 years

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Blank Space (Sonic Forces Fic)

[first scene is based on this art by @neil-degrasse-china. also, this is AU now yaaaaay]

[[He’s the same, after all this time, and that’s the thing that bothers Gadget the most. ( Infinite’s memory after the Ruby is removed is spotty, and he doesn’t remember the war. At all. Infidget.)]]

Gadget is sitting up in bed, reading through a series of texts in the Sonic/Tails/Amy group message (sans Knuckles because he’s... not in a service zone) with Infinite asleep next to him. It’s strange to be here, back in the apartment, pretending things are normal. Infinite has a bun like he used to, arm stretched above his head, lightly snoring. His chest is Ruby-free but he’s still sleeping like it’s there, like he has to accommodate its hard, pressing edges—arms out of the way, on his back, breathing slowly so as to not upset it.

Of course, he doesn’t remember it, but his body holds the memory somewhere.

Sonic asks, how is he, because Sonic is kind and attentive, notices things others don’t. Gadget squints at the phone because putting on his glasses would be committing to a day he’s not ready to face yet, and the letters appear before him, still fuzzy but there. He wants to say, fine, because that’s the easy answer and he is fine, but he’s also not at the same time. Plus, that’d be cheating. Gadget knows that Sonic, Tails, and Amy want real information.

He still doesn’t remember, he taps out instead, forcing his fingers to find the familiar smoothness of the screen, even after all this time. New phone, same feeling.

Infinite rolls suddenly, throws his arm over Gadget’s middle, makes a tiny snuffling sound, and it’s all so familiar that it almost makes Gadget cry. He’s surprised by it, but he’s also not. His phone falls out of his hand and his other hand falls with it, to grasp Infinite’s arm.

His fingers clutch hard to scarred, thin limb, and it’s like old times. Except it’s not. It can’t be.

Infinite’s memory of the war, of the Ruby, doesn’t exist. He showed up at the apartment about a week after it was over, exhausted, confused, and collapsed into Gadget’s arms, sobbing his eyes out. He babbled as Gadget reeled, something about waking up in the woods somewhere, confused, lost, had to find his way home. Luckily, it wasn’t far, just outside the city, and he woke up in a crater, which he didn’t understand; was he abducted by aliens or something?

Gadget could’ve laughed, but he held it in. Yes, you were pretty much were abducted by aliens, he wanted to say, but instead, strangely, he started crying too.

That night was confusing. Gadget took Infinite to the hospital, where the doctor determined that he was dehydrated but not malnourished, hooked him up to an IV, and left them alone. Infinite asked small, probing questions, looking tiny, so small, in the bed, trying to get a grasp on everything. Gadget didn’t know how to answer, so he just made small noises in neither confirmation or denial. It felt a bit like he couldn’t touch the ground, like he was hovering just a few feet above his body, looking down at himself and Infinite.

Infinite doesn’t remember anything from that first day, right before the war. He doesn’t remember Gadget doing well on his final, the Ruby’s slash through the sky, or his decision to go find it. He doesn’t remember the war, the months and months where he reigned terror on the whole planet in Eggman’s name, where he killed— It’s better not to think about that part.

(Was it really him, doing the killing, if the Ruby was in control? Where does the body end and the person begin?)

He treats Gadget like he did before. Tender looks, soft touches, lingering hands, hands on hips. It all feels pastel after the darkness of the war, a thin film that isn’t real with its soft pinks and blues—like valentines and their safety, their canned sayings, their rounded, heart-shaped edges.

Gadget makes breakfast at the stove, poking at pancake batter, and Infinite is at the table, sorting through the newspaper. It’s been hard, trying to keep him away from the more dangerous periodicals, the ones that still declare him Public Enemy No. 1, because he loves his news. It calms him, he claims, especially in the morning, but Gadget knows that finding out he hurt so many people would do anything but. The local newspaper is safe enough, but this play won’t last much longer. Infinite is already getting antsy at being cooped up in the house—a farce Gadget cooked up, something something doctor said something something stay indoors—so, Gadget has to make some decisions.

Should Infinite know, and how much? The philosophical issue of the week. Hard answer: yes, and he should know all of it, but slowly, so as to not shock him. Gadget’s preferred answer: yes, but only some of it; he (Gadget) still hasn’t really confronted how much he (Infinite) killed (worldwide citizenry), maimed, and burned. If he can’t reconcile it, how can he expect Infinite to? How can he explain it to Infinite with the delicacy this desperately requires?

“Your glasses are different,” Infinite says as he puts down the paper. “What happened to the rimless ones?”

That’s true enough. Pre-resistance he had different frames, but the battles had required a few sacrifices, starting with his fashionable glasses. He traded them for thick, sturdy ones, ones that clutched close to his head, that they could attach a strap to, pull it tight around his head and ears. Now, after the war, he can’t put the old ones on, because they remind him too much of before.

“I wanted a change,” he answers, instead of all of that. “Don’t you like them?”

Infinite hums and his ears drop in thought. “Yeah, they’re kind of grunge, especially with those new gloves you’re so fond of.”

Gadget looks down at his bare hands, grips the spatula a little tighter, and decides not to answer. Instead, he flips the pancakes and lets the sizzle sit between them.

Infinite sighs and rubs his eyes. “I know there was a war.”

Gadget drops the spatula. It smacks into the pan, clatters to the floor, and he kicks it as he turns. Infinite isn’t looking at him, just above and to the right of him. “How?” Gadget demands.

“I’m not stupid,” Infinite shoots back.

Gadget crosses his arms, sets him with the hardest look he can manage.

“The TV might not work,” Infinite says, indignantly, “but the radio does.”

Of course— Of course it was the radio. Infinite loves that thing, and Gadget hasn’t had the heart to hide it. A grave mistake.

“Not to mention,” Infinite continues, “the city is quiet, and everyone is nice. That only happens after something big. It’s not hard to put together.”

Gadget doesn’t know what to say, can’t say what he needs to say, so he mechanically bends down, picks up the spatula, throws it in the sink, and pulls the pan off the stove. The pancakes aren’t done.

That night, they sleep in the same bed, back to back. It was dark when Gadget returned, but he could hear and sense Infinite waiting up for him in bed. The sheets were pooled around his middle, his hair was up, and he was watching, eyes partially glowing in the dark. He didn’t say anything as Gadget climbed under the covers, but he didn’t have to—it was all there, between them, festering and weeping like an open wound.

Gadget wandered off into the city after breakfast. Mainly because he was hungry (they didn’t actually eat at breakfast, just kind of pushed cereal around their bowls and avoided looking at each other), but also because he had to get out. He felt bad leaving Infinite in there alone, knowing that he wouldn’t leave no matter how much he wanted to. He still loved Gadget that much, trusted him that much, that even when they were arguing, he still didn’t want to upset him.

He’s the same, after all this time, and that’s the thing that bothers Gadget the most. He can’t get away from it, how Infinite was pre-Ruby, all softness in the privacy of their apartment, long stares and hard sighs. Gadget, in comparison, is completely different—hardened by war and by loss, by fighting with the person closest to him. And not typical, domestic fighting, not arguing. They battled to the death, on opposite sides of a war, fought at the tipping points. He couldn’t get it out of his head, saw Infinite in his dreams, saw him launching projectiles and teleporting around, kicking everyone like soccer balls. People died— He almost killed Gadget. He can’t just forget that.

He stayed out all day, trying to put all of this into boxes, pack it all up so he could deal with it later. For now, he needed to go back, to the time before, try to understand how the Infinite-of-before would be feeling in this situation. He’s still operating on the Infinite-of-now, the Infinite that Gadget sorta wants to suffer a little, just because of how much he hurt everyone. But, the Infinite-of-before is innocent to all that. He was just trying to do his job before all this started, trying to set his life on track, trying to make sense of the world in his own little way. Gadget can’t fault him for everything that happened in between, not really.

But, eventually, the two must meet. Before and now. It’s just a question of when and how. Gadget has to do it soon.

Or else, Infinite will find out from somewhere else, someone meaner, someone who can only see the worldwide tragedy in its grandness, someone who wants to pin it all on one or two people. Gadget alone can see the tiny tragedy unfolding in his living room, where innocence meets terror, when the past must reconcile the present, and he knows there’s more nuance than just whodunit. Infinite is a casualty in this too, in his own way.

So, he climbs into bed, petrified of the conversation, but he’ll have it if Infinite wants it. They’re both adults; they trust each other endlessly and know how to talk to one another. They can do this if they want.

It’s quiet, barely the whisper of their breaths. The dresser is casting a strange shadow on the wall that Gadget’s never seen before, and he squints at the wall, trying to pinpoint what it is. The same bottles are there, lined up in the same order because Infinite is particular, the same picture frames, the same knick-knacks.

Then, he sees it. The mask. Hard points, lightning bolt eyes, large ears. Gadget sits up, shaking, wants to gag but swallows it down, and he kicks his legs out. He has to get out of here— He can’t— He can’t be here with that thing—

Infinite’s hand snakes around Gadget’s wrist, pulls his whole arm taunt as Gadget tries to pull away. Infinite’s still stronger than him, just barely, but he doesn’t jerk him, pull him, just holds him in place. His hand is hot, brand hot, his fingers tight, and if the color white had a feeling it would be this: those fingers, clutching desperate, searing like plasma.

Gadget turns his head, just there, and can just make out Infinite’s face in the low light. He’s got tears in his eyes and he makes full eye contact, doesn’t hesitate, just lets his eyes draw a parallel line with his arm, right up to Gadget’s face.

“Let go,” Gadget says hollowly, and he can feel the mask staring at him. “Infinite, let me go.”

“I need you,” Infinite whispers. “Gadge... I don’t know...” He looks toward the dresser. “I don’t...”

Gadget pulls and Infinite lets him go. With quick, sure steps, Gadget scoops up the mask without cognizant thought, opens the window, and flings it out. They hear it sail in hyper-detail, hear it land on the street below, where it will be run over by a passing car, then another, then another, eventually become so mangled that no one will recognize it come morning.

Gadget finds himself back in bed with his arms wrapped around Infinite’s back. Infinite is crying softly into Gadget’s chest, and Gadget wants nothing more than to pull Infinite into his ribcage to keep him safe from this hard truth, these evil deeds and their reporter-neutral statistics: this many dead, this much property damage, this many injured, this many children parent-less, this many buildings burned, this many lives ruined, this many people who can’t hold those they love like Gadget is holding Infinite, this, this, this...

“I don’t remember,” Infinite whispers so lowly it’s like he’s mouthing it into Gadget’s skin. “I don’t remember any of it. How do you know— What if it wasn’t me? What if they just used me somehow?”

Gadget doesn’t want to say these horrible things to him, but he also doesn’t want to lie to him. Lying would be doing them both a disservice, running from the problems, ignoring everyone who still suffers. “You recognized me.”

Infinite pulls away from Gadget, sits up so he can see him. The fur on his face is stained from his tears, tacky with salt and still slightly wet. “What?” he whispers.

“In one of the battles...” Gadget struggles for words for a second, because suddenly he’s back there. Barrage from above, crawling, speedy robots on the ground, Infinite floating before them, juggling two of his cubes like Baoding balls. Gadget’s battalion, nearly decimated except for Gadget and one other, bleeding out under Gadget’s hands as he tried to CPR breath back into his lungs. Infinite, floating toward them, indifferent toward the dying soldier, eyeing Gadget like he was a familiar landmark, with a detachment that terrified him.

You’re still beautiful, Infinite said as he grabbed Gadget’s chin between his hard, strong, thin fingers. A waste on the resistance. When this is over, I’ll come for you.

He can still feel those fingers on his face. They were like ice, left his face burning from frostbite, and he has to fight to keep himself from flinching.

“You saw me in one of the battles and recognized me. Said my name,” Gadget mutters (lies). It’s better to just keep it simple. Infinite doesn’t need to know this; no one else was there. The soldier died under Gadget’s worried hands after Infinite teleported away, suffocated on the blood filling his lungs. When Gadget got back to headquarters, numb, everyone thought he was shocked by the death, and he was, but there was also Infinite and his darkness. This was his friend... His— His. Infinite used to be his, and now he wasn’t anything Gadget recognized.

“I don’t remember,” Infinite whispers again. “You have to believe me.” He’s pleading, as if Gadget’s belief really matters. Even if he doesn’t believe him (and he does), that won’t change what he did.

“I believe you.”

“It wasn’t me. They were using my body. I’m— I’m terrified of guns.”

Gadget doesn’t want to have this conversation anymore. He nods, because that’s a good way to let someone know you’re listening if you don’t want to say anything, and pulls Infinite back into his chest. Even with all of this, it feels good to hold him again.

In Gadget’s defense, it was self-defense.

Dreams are fickle things, but Gadget usually doesn’t let them get to him. This time though, with the stress of rebuilding, the stress of Infinite’s memories (or lack of memories), the stress leftover from the war... just, the stress. With all that stress, this one gets under his skin, lives within him even as he opens his eyes, realizes he’s thrashing but can’t move, something is holding him down, someone—

Mismatched eyes, glowing in the dark, a sharp muzzle, leaning over him with what looks like a smirk, a poisoned grin.

“Get off!” Gadget yells and throws his head forward. It’s a move he learned from Knuckles months ago and he’s never had to use it, mainly because all of his enemies were robots that he destroyed from a distance with a wispon, but he has the muscle memory from practice. He headbutts his attacker hard, smashes the hardest part of his head into the guy’s nose, is satisfied by a crunch.

“Ow, Gadget, what the hell!”

Gadget comes back to himself then, recognizes his bedroom, the familiar lumps of his bed, and Infinite, angled away from him, cradling his face, attempting to mask his bleeding nose.

“Oh, oh Chaos,” Gadget springs up, climbs onto his knees so he can reach for Infinite. He takes Infinite’s head between his palms, moves him so he can see his nose in the low light. It’s twisted out of shape, clearly broken, and he flounders for a second, unsure of what to do. Quietly, gently, he reaches up and brushes his finger over the crushed cartilage.

“Shit! Gadget don’t touch it!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Gadget recoils. “I panicked.”

Infinite is avoiding his gaze and he winces away any time Gadget tries to reach for him again. “Chaos, Gadge, what did the war do to you? You just headbutted me and broke my nose! I was trying to wake you up!”

“I’m sorry,” Gadget whispers, looking down at his own hands. “You reminded me... You reminded me of you... Hovering over me and holding me down.”

Infinite winces, but for a different reason this time. “I didn’t— I didn’t do that to you, did I? During the war...? I-I didn’t hold you down and— Oh Chaos.” He hides his face in his hands, being very careful of his still bleeding nose, and Gadget hears his breath hiccup some, as if he’s going to start crying again.

“No!” Gadget yells, almost impulsively. For a second, he’s back there, back in the war, with Infinite floating above him, grabbing his chin, grinning that sharktoothed grin, and he wants to get away from it, these horrible memories that are creating these horrible dreams, these horrible flashbacks. He just wants to go back to before, when he could trust Infinite without flinching or second guessing, but that’s about as possible as the war being a dream. There will be no going back.

This is their new normal: Gadget with bad dreams, self-defensive attacks, Infinite with broken noses, confused, betrayed expressions, this distance between them that Gadget is clawing at, trying to close. Infinite is exhausted and confused, trying to put together the scattered pieces of the last six months, but he can’t when Gadget is still dealing with it himself.

“No, you didn’t,” Gadget mumbles. He can give Infinite this: reassurance that he was bad, but not that bad. “You didn’t do anything like that. We just... fought.”

Infinite visibly deflates, nose still freely bleeding, and Gadget feels filthy, as if he’ll never be able to get rid of this horrible feeling—that he’s a liar, even though he’s telling the truth.

Emergency room again, Infinite’s nose splinted, held together with tape and gauze, a curtain surrounding the bed, Gadget in the visitor’s seat. Silence between them.

Infinite’s nose is numbed; Gadget watched them stick the needle in with blind horror, but he had to watch because of everything that he’d done. He had to stay with him. Still, even after the war, he’s not a fan of needles. He’d been stitched up plenty times, but the needles always got to him. Death robots firing at his face? Piece of cake compared to a needle.

It’s strange, being back here again so soon. People were looking at them, before the curtain was drawn, probably because they knew Eggman’s lackey was a jackal, so every jackal was suspicious. Even the doctor, when he asked why Infinite’s nose was broken, had looked at them with narrow-eyed contempt. Gadget and Infinite had both been quick to say, “Ran into a door,” their agreed upon excuse, and their chorused answer convinced the doctor. He nodded, fixed Infinite up, and told them both to be more careful. He even pulled the curtain as he left, because he could see the eyes too; they weren’t subtle.

“What really happened?” Infinite asks, voice stuffy because of his nose. “During the war?”

Gadget doesn’t want to answer, but he has to. He can feel it, the inevitability, the compelling urge to just get it all out there. Whatever had been holding him back disappeared when his head collided with Infinite’s nose.

So, he tells him. He tells him about how the Ruby took over, how Eggman used its powers to create robots and to destroy everything, capture Sonic, destroy more. How Gadget himself joined the Resistance because there was nothing left, both of the world and of his sense of self, time, and space. It was the only thing he could do, because anger was all he had left—anger and fear.

He tells him how he found Infinite again, how they came face-to-face there, on the battlefield, and how everything had narrowed to just the two of them for a second. How everyone else died around Gadget and he was the only one and Infinite knew it.

How Infinite let him live, how he recognized Gadget, how something cracked then. When he fought Sonic later, and lost, it was the beginning of the end. How things fast-tracked after that, how Infinite went down and disappeared. How Gadget mourned him silently, inconspicuously, even then.

(What he doesn’t tell him: how Infinite grabbed his chin, said those horrible things to him. How Gadget half-wished, in that moment, that Infinite had killed him, because at least then he wouldn’t have to see it anymore—wouldn’t have to see Infinite, so corrupt and unrecognizable.)

The next afternoon they’re at home. It’s quiet, but a comfortable quiet. Infinite is sitting by the radio, large ear piqued to listen to the news. Gadget is scrubbing the floors because cleaning helps him forcefully forget things. They haven’t talked much since the hospital. Infinite took it all in with downcast eyes and ears, fiddling with the threads of the hospital blanket. They slept together in bed, back to back, but didn’t say anything, didn’t touch beyond their spines, slotting together like puzzle pieces.

Now though, Infinite mumbles, “I’m sorry,” to Gadget’s bent back. Gadget freezes, looks up, drops the mop.

“For what?”

“For not remembering.”

Gadget’s brow furrows, and Infinite thinks he’s cute, thinks that if things were different, he would stand, scoop Gadget up and swing him around because he can. But, things aren’t different, and he’s glued to the seat, trapped by his own fear and the giant hole in his memory.

“That’s not your fault,” Gadget answers, mystified.

Infinite shrugs, looks up into Gadget’s face, ignores the flinch when Gadget makes eye contact (and how long until that ends? until Gadget learns to trust him again?), and mutters, “Maybe not, but if I could remember, then I could apologize for what I did.”

Gadget’s brow clears up, his eyebrows rise, and he makes a small ah sound. With barely a whisper of his bare feet on the tile, he ghosts toward Infinite. Gently, he places his hands on Infinite’s shoulders and bends so that they’re on the same level. “It wasn’t really you,” Gadget says. “We’ve talked about this. It wasn’t really you.”

Infinite can’t say what he means, not really. He wants to say I’m sorry for not being in control. I’m sorry for giving in. I’m sorry for not being strong enough. I’m sorry for not loving you enough, you and this world that you live in. I’m sorry for letting something so evil poison me. But he can’t; he doesn’t have the words. So, he just says, “I’m sorry.”

Gadget sighs, picks Infinite’s chin up with a gentle hand, and holds him there, fingers around his jaw. “Listen to me, there’s nothing to forgive. It wasn’t you. I’ll have some nightmares and sometimes, from the wrong angle, I won’t recognize you, but that’s not your fault. Don’t beat yourself up over something you can’t help.”

Infinite wants to argue, but Gadget looks so serious, so earnest, that he can’t. His breath catches as he watches Gadget watch him, trying to find a crack in Infinite’s face, and all Infinite can do is nod. He wants nothing more than to give Gadget exactly what he wants, after everything he’s done to him.

“Good.” Gadget lets go and rises. He turns on his heel and goes back to the mopping, cleaning up after their messes like always.

#sonic forces #forces fic #sonic the hedgehog #infidget #ashe writes #ashe talks #i will take this hammer and fix canon #no one can stop me

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7 Comfort Movies

Tagged by @pandemicpicnic . List your seven favorite comfort movies, then tag 7 people.

This is a good thing to pass around, since I could use the diversion, and as I think about this list, I realize how long it’s been since I last saw a lot of these movies.

In no particular order...

1) Dragon Ball Z: Fusion Reborn

I dunno if these are necessarily comfort movies, as opposed to just movies I like the best, but I don’t watch movies a whole lot, so I’m guessing my all-time favorites are probably close enough. Movie 12 is good watchin’, period. This is a movie about everyone working together. Friends, enemies, strangers, the living and the dead, the damned and the divine. I watch this movie and wish that we in the real world could put aside our differences so easily and blow up all the Nazis.

2) Superman IV: The Quest for Peace

People say this is the worst Superman movie, but fuck that noise. This is the only one where Superman throws all the nuclear weapons into the sun. But one of them has a chicken nugget attached to it, which grows into a clone of Superman with scratchy fingernails, his only weakness. So Superman has to kick his ass on/with the moon, and then tell everyone that nuclear war is too big a job for Superman, because we’ll just re-arm the minute his back is turned.

This is a story about high school physics, Luthor. Sometimes the things we fear the most are only the darker side of our greatest strengths. If humanity has the power to destroy itself, then doesn’t that mean we have the power to save ourselves as well? The choice is ours.

3) Spaceballs

Some killjoys actually hated this movie, and point to it as evidence that Mel Brooks lost his touch. I respectfully submit that those people are dumb. Spaceballs came out during the dark years between Return of the Jedi and Phantom Menace, when we all wanted more Star Wars but thought we would never get more. Brooks heard our pleas, and gave us this movie, which is basically Star Wars with dick jokes all over it. People always go on about how Star Trek predicted smartphones and the Simpsons predicted the Trump administration, but only Spaceballs was prescient enough to declare: “Fuck! Even in the future, nothing works!”

This is a story about following your heart. If all you care about is duty, and obligation, and profit, you’ll end up marrying some dullard, or owing your soul to a talking pizza, or roaming the universe in search of air.

4) Batman: Mask of the Phantasm

This is the best Batman movie ever, and maybe even the best comic book movie period. In 1994, Batman the Animated Series was popular enough that they made a feature film and ran it in theaters and everything. I remember some smartass article at the time questioning whether parents would see the point in taking their kids to watch a movie of something that’s on TV for free, which is just dumb. It’s not like they ran four episodes of the TV series for this thing. It’s an original story! Anyway, Batman has to figure out what the deal is with this new vigilante who fights crime with murder, which is also a crime. He also gets very sad in place and it’s very emotional and I bought the soundtrack as soon as I could because I wanted to listen to it and feel things.

This is a story about the future, and promises, and the roads not taken. And when all is said and done, maybe the choices we made were the right ones after all, in spite of our second-guesses.

5) Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi

I considered putting Revenge of the Sith on this list, since that’s usually the one I look up clips from on YouTube, but there’s no topping Jedi. I saw this in the theatre when I was six and everything was awesome. Jabba the Hutt, wint-o-green lightsabers, speeder bikes, Ewoks breaking stuff with logs and rocks, it’s just a pleasure to watch. Also, this movie introduces Emperor Palpatine, and lays the foundation for the Sith lore that made me love Revenge of the SIth in the first place. Not long after we got home from seeing this movie in 1983, I tried to draw this scene in the screencap above, because it left such a deep impression on me.

This is a story about feelings. Every butthole in Star Wars is always telling everyone else what to feel and how much they should feel it, and don’t get too attached to this or that. But in this movie Luke has to exercise restraint and then cut loose, give into his passions and then reign them in, care for his friends and family but also be willing to let them go. Everyone can give him advice, but he’s got to hoe that row himself, and figure it out as he goes. He doesn’t always get it exactly right, but he still gets it.

6) The Transformers: The Movie (1986)

The historians will say that cartoons like the original Transformers were nothing more than glorified toy commercials, made possible by the deregulation of children’s entertainment in the 1980′s. I find this incredibly unfair, because that analysis ignores the fact that Transformers was a fucking awesome cartoon. They’re all robots, so they could shoot and punch each other without any guff from standards and practices. And since the show was designed to promote an entire toy line, there were literally dozens of characters, each given a surprising amount of character and personality. Starscream (center) and Ramjet (right) are practically the same toy, but kids wanted both of them because Starscream is a whiny, shitty drama queen, and Ramjet is a dumbass who likes to hit things with his head. Astrotrain (left) is just a cool dude who can be a train or a space shuttle.

This movie is the height of the franchise, where they could raise the stakes even higher, and introduce even crazier concepts like planet-eating monsters and robots actually killing each other for keeps. I see fans from my generation acting all traumatized over all the deaths, like they never should have done that in a movie marketed for children, but this was a story about renewal. The old order changeth, and it falls to the newcomers to rise up and carry on. I’ve always taken a lot of comfort in the way these characters pass the torch. The Smurfs were never brave enough to have Papa Smurf name his successor.

7) UHF

Geez, I haven’t watched this one in forever. I’d have to double-check to see if I even have it on DVD. UHF was the ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic vehicle from the late 1980′s. I want to say ‘89. He plays a guy who takes over a TV station and runs all these ludicrous shows on it until it becomes the most popular channel in town. It’s basically a bunch of sketch comedy stitched together into a movie, and it doesn’t try to apologize for this.

This is a story of the importance of imagination, and of being true to yourself. Al’s character has trouble finding a steady job, and its’ easy to conclude that there’s something wrong with him, but it’s really just that he hasn’t found the right opportunity for his passions and skills. Once he finds his place, he rises to the occasion.

And that’s my list. Now I gotta tag people. @auralime, @ediblenonsense, @semercury, @twobellsilence, @drowning-in-this-starry-serenade, @cozymochi, and @glintea.

#that shot of the twinkie weiner sandwich is strangely poignant to me #when i was 11 it was hilarious #when i was 18 i was determined to make my own #out of some misplaced sense of patriotic duty to the weird al fandom #then al went vegetarian and it seemed kind of silly #now i watch the scene where he makes the thing and i just feel bad for him because his character's broke #i'm old enough to get the context finally

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