#I STARTED VIOLENTLY SOBBING AT THAT SCENE BTW :)
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Trespassers excerpt audio used!!! I'M SO NORMAL I SWEAR :) (im lying)
THEY'RE JUST. THEY- THEY-
#AFTER THREEEEEE YEARS#I STARTED VIOLENTLY SOBBING AT THAT SCENE BTW :)#madame vastra#jenny flint#jenny and vastra#jenny x vastra#the paternoster gang#vastra x jenny#trespasser spoilers#trespassers rogue's gallery#doctor who#big finish#big finish productions#paternoster gang#strax#my edit#my edits
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I JUST GOT AROUND TO READING I, CARRION AND UGH!!
“there’s a lecherous smile on Albatross’s face as he leans against the frame and looks at you, glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose. ‘Damn, if you weren’t the boss’s girl…’”
awww stop it you’ll make me blush
THE SCENE W DAZAI FINDING US NOT READY YET
“It’s not silly if it has you upset,”
kisses on the nape of the neck and then kissing our ankles & buckling our heels >>>>>>
“I’m sorry that I’m not a good enough man to do what’s right and let you go.” hey so what if i started violently sobbing.
“but if fate brought us together, then far be it from me to deny the one thing in this world that has ever made me happy.” HEY SO WHAT IF I STARTED VIOLENTLY SOBBING.
“Still, he wants to gouge their eyes out.” if my man doesn’t want to gouge out people’s eyes just for looking at me, i don’t want him ‼️‼️
“My, Dazai, possessive, aren’t you?” “Very,” Dazai agrees idly. “Be sure to remember that.”
bringing his hand up from your waist to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “That’s my girl, always so smart.”
blushing giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair
“Fyodor Dostoevsky. A pleasure, truly.”
oh no. oh no no no no no. that’s not good.
one more thing, i noticed that you kinda like made up your own characters (which was super cool and really creative btw!!)
could you explain how/why you chose the specific authors you did? and i’m assuming you got their group names from something they wrote, any reason you chose those works in particular?
(these are the ones i’m talking about: Mishima Yukio of the Sun and Steel, Nabokov’s Pale Flame, Leo Tolstoy’s Three Deaths, Cao Xueqin of the Red Chamber, Kitazawa Michihiro of Fuji Electric)
ty for listening to my ramblings once again ily !!
TUMBLR USER PE4RL-DIVER UGHHHHHH I LOVE YOU WHENEVER I SEE U IN MY NOTIFS IM SO HEART EYES
albatross is truly her no1 fan in this fic and she adores him <3 dazai is so not unsubtly jealous of him whenever she talks to him. gets all side eyed and irritated and then has to hide it whenever she looks at him LOLLLLL meanwhile albatross is just pleased that dazai is no longer an emotionless brick wall with a quick trigger finger
WHEN I TELL U THAT SCENE WAS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE EVER i actually struggled so much writing it not because it was hard to write just because i was yearning so terrible for him LOLLLLL HAHAHAH
</33333 we all need our own beastzai truly life is so unfair he's so perfect
OMGGGGGGGG actually thats my favorite part of writing series/long one shots. i adore being able to build up new characters and organizations. usually i pull them just from some of my favorite authors/works (i cheated with the one electric company its actually just a real company because i got lazy) BUTTTTT mishima is obviously my go to just because there's lowkey already been reference to him and his works in the series but no mention of him, so he's my favorite to build and explore. and then i dont know why but i always have the russian underground divided by three (tolstoy, dostoevsky, nabokov) and usually in a constant territory struggle. of the two ive built up, nabokov is usually the one i use the most because ive hced that he worked with the previous boss pretty often before things went to shit. but i've actually built tolstoy's organization more than his - the three deaths is led by a triumvirate of tolstoy, gorky, and cheknov who were all contemporaries and had were associated with each other. and actually fun fact, i plan on doing a fic with a reader who takes the place of cheknov as one of the three deaths so we're going to see more from them. cao xueqin wrote one of the 4 great classical novels of chinese literature. my fyozai fic i've also built a new organization for - they're based in italy and are in constant conflict with the clocktower, but i don't wanna give anything away because u shall see when i finally post that
maybe one day ill do a whole little page for the organizations ive built & their references in my fics for u guys to look at if ur interested!!
#ᡣ𐭩 carina’s love letters#ᡣ𐭩 from user: pe4rl diver#TY FOR LISTENING TO MYYYY RAMBLING ILYM#sorry i turned ur ask into just a place for me to ramble about my world building HAHAH
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lines that made me cry in my 3rd relisten to the chaos protocol ep 32 (MAJOR SPOILERS):
- “brother heed me, as you ought.” something about the way connie says brother this time… i will never be ok about sing and seir
- i mean i could say the entire rest of the opening monologue. but the little hesitance on “lover, hold me”? OW.
- THE WAY VAL’S VOICE SOUNDS ON THEIR FIRST LINE. illegal.
- similarly, the sobbing after “it is lost. forever.” always catches me off guard and RIGHT IN THE HEART
- the way connie just moves on to lumiéra after val says “something snaps”. cause there’s nothing more to say. nothing that can fix it.
- “a door that had been so carefully pried open slamming shut, and… he doesn’t feel.”
- “and he just… looks at where he should have been a shield.” have i ever mentioned that cai is a masterful storyteller? cause cai is a masterful storyteller and god. i’ll never stop feeling things about xainan esch
- this whole scene with xainan crumbling into dust destroys me.
- “you have always been half dead, xainan esch”
- connie calling oblivion the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen as xainan is drifting away from his own life sure is something, huh.
- “i think im just exhausted with being a coward” no cause i have so many feelings about lumiéra waiting, waiting, always a little too hesitant and afraid to tell sing how she really felt, even though sing felt the same, because it’s too scary because it’s too complicated because lumiéra is literally just fucking HUMAN and it takes so much to make that step - only for her to finally do it and it’s just. a moment. too. late.
- the moment when we move from lumiéra’s flashback to the present. the imagery of happy, triumphant, hopeful lumi giving way to lumi crouched over sing’s body, tear tracks staining her face.
- and the imagery of seir holding up lumiéra with his sister. fuck me i guess.
- THE FUCKING PERSPECTIVE SHIFT
- ok being fully fr seir’s monologue here is when i actually started crying in earnest this time. what the fuck val. not one line. all of them
- “the knife that is xainan” always hits me a little bit
- “whelming it’s pitiable vessel” is just such a good phrase. didn’t make me cry but i love it
- the music cue when artemis appears did make me cry though
- “eyes that immediately fall upon sing’s body” if i think too hard about artemis’s relationship with sing (artemis singing the twins to sleep, artemis signing her transfer request because artemis can see right through her, artemis giving them all the warning she can, artemis knowing when they die and appearing right away but unsurprised, with grief that has always been there, artemis making a choice) i will break. and start making some not-yet-canon assumptions about artemis’s own emotional state. so we are not thinking about that!
- “a lance in her chest” “bleeding.” ow ow ow the multiple possible readings of this line. connie and sea kicking off their insane narration chemistry with a lance to my chest. ow
- “those warm, gentle hands, that do not touch, that are so careful with their love” ok so when i said we weren’t feeling things about artemis? i lied
- “and when her hands pass through your flaming horns, snuffing them out like a candle at the end of its wick, it is not violent. it is not to put a cap on your grief, not to quiet you, not to for you into a box or a body that cannot contain you -“ “it is a mercy.” “it is the sweet mercy of rest when you have no tears left to cry.” the actual reason i’m relistening to this episode is to memorize all the words. so i can hold them like precious things in a box inside me. btw
- and artemis sings you and your sister to rest one final time.
ok. *wipes away tears.* anyways.
- artemis wiping a tear from lumiéra’s eye and calling her the bravest girl in the room .
- we interrupt your regularly scheduled tears to bring you: i’m gonna pull an øka* and punch fate in the fucking face. “this pain has a design”. yeah it’s called fate’s a BITCH and a BAD PARENT. and you can quote me on this
*i have not yet watched the second stranger only seen the clip of øka punching fate. so many times. i replayed that clip quite a bit after this episode.
- “and you cannot hold on to your life much longer. you are a dead man walking and you can go no farther than this.” ok back to crying! this is the sequence i was originally most abnormal about. and you know what? it still hits. so much. xainan my beloved
- sea and connie narrative trading my beloved.
- “do you want to live?” “i don’t know.” “then why don’t you come with me, and you can tell me your answer later.” god what a line. what a perfect response. there are no words that can fix this, but maybe with time and love and care someday you will want to live again. why don’t you come with me.
- “and she carries you home.”
- i don’t think i fully internalized the imagery of sing’s sword being driven into the earth by the roots of the world tree and the roots growing up around it before, but this time i imagined wildsailors hundreds of years from now coming upon this site and approaching it with reverence and love, knowing that it was here that something bigger than their world changed forever, holding sing’s eulogy in the very heartwood of the wildsea—yeah.
- “i love my dad, ok?” thanks abasi already sobbing.
- “it is effortless, the care that they hold for you. it is a reality unto itself.” just. cause. this is what i was hoping the whole time in the lead up to this episode. i know it would be awful and crushing and it would break them, and i was so worried that they would have to just. find a way to push on somehow. make plot happen anyways. but this, nova being cared for and held and protected in their grief? someone carrying them home when they can’t do it themselves anymore? this was just what they needed. and what i needed. i cannot wait for arc 2.
#hoo boy this is long. unsurprising#transplanar rpg#the chaos protocol#this is fully just a record for myself cause i needed to process it#xainan was what hit me the most initially. and i think still the one my heart gravitates to#seir is the one i thought of while making a playlist about this ep#and the one that made me cry the most this time#it’s cause i’m seeing my sister again this week#after this relisten it’s lumiéra and the quietness of her grief that’s sticking with me#how she never said a word#and how she was seen and held and carried anyways
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I FINISHED CH4 RAINCODE
I cant believe it. Seth is probably dead. Yakous dead. Furroughs is DEAD. (Also apparently Yakou had a wife who died four years ago but its FINE I can work with this)
So I don't know where to start?? For one I was SCARED of Vivia, I did NOT trust this man. AND FOR GOOD REASON APPARENTLY SINCE HE THREATENED TO KILL US. And the way we actually had to fight him in the mystery labyrinth? OUGH UNEXPECTED
When I first started the labyrinth I WAS unsettled by the idea of him remembering the mystery labyrinth after the fact, seeing as his memory seemed unaffected and I didn't trust him with knowledge about this place and Shinigamis power, but by the end it kind of worked out between the two of them so that's nice :)
I did kind of think that the culprit was Yakou, mostly because of Vivias 'Can you face the truth?' talk, but I discarded that theory cuz yk the man got killed by Fink, BUT THEN AS WE WERE NEARING THE PART WHERE ITS REVEALED I WAS LIKE "NO FUCKIING WAY. NO WAY IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. OH MY GOD IT HAPPENED."
Also the way Shinigami didn't violently reap his soul as with the rest, but gently embraced him? GUH DONT DO THAT TO MY HEART
urghghfhj and the last part of the mystery labyrinth where we get Yomi being revealed as anonymous and that he manipulated Yakou? I HATED HIM SO MUCH. I rarely hate or get mad at characters, when I do its more because of writing rather than them themselves and what they do/say, BUT SOMEHOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER BREACHED THOSE BOUNDARIES AND MADE ME FEEL ACTUAL ANGER AT HIM
(Also sidenote I DID predict that Yomi was anonymous, so wooo)
Also why do chapters always end with such a bang, QUITE LITERALLY IN THIS CASE. I didn't expect a terrorist attack on WDO, and while I was suspicious of Makotos "gift" I basically forgot about it so when that came back I was like WOAH
Btw some notes on like the scene in the detective agency, one it hit different walking around talking to the characters inbetween continuing story without Yakou there, sobs. second, i tried walking out of the room before talking to Halara about their info, and the dialogue says "I should see what SHE has to say" AND I HAD TO DO A DOUBLETAKE. I might do a separate post talking more in depth about this because its giving queerbaity and I don't like how this just gives ammunition to people who believe Halara isnt enby despite EVERY OTHER MOMENT coding them as such. It's so weird, I can only assume it's a typo especially in such a small optional piece of dialogue but its still disheartening since lgbt rep is so hard to come by
#raincode#rain code#rain code spoilers#yomi hellsmile#yakou furio#halara nightmare#master detective archives#vivia twilight
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Hello, I wanted to make a request about Maurice and doll hehehehe in.... What would they do if S/O saved them but he lost his life (with doll it could be when she was going to attack Ciel at the end of book of circus and with Maurice, I read a fanfics where in one of the chapters he was tricked to go to the midnight tea party, but when he arrived he was killed by Derrick's bizarre doll).
^^; sorry if this is weird.... (Love your content btw (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤)
you made me write this with my own two hands--!
No… no, no, no, no, no, NO…! This can’t be happening… right…? This… this has to be a bad dream. She’s had those before, lots of times, nightmares where her precious people are ripped away from her. That’s all it is! She’s frozen, trying to talk herself into the thought that she’s going to wake up any second. Usually she wakes up from nightmares shortly after her loved one dies, but… it’s not happening. (Name)’s lying there, right in front of her, not moving. She stares, for what seems like a long time, because she just… can’t believe that’s just happened. Has the love of her life just been shot dead in front of her? Slowly she stumbles forward, numb, and tries to get him to move. She shakes him, calls his name, strokes his face. Then… she gets more desperate. Her hands grip him tightly and shake violently, and she starts to cry, and she begs him to wake up. Of course, he won’t move, so it’s only a few seconds later when she lets out this tearful, heartbreaking, raw scream, like the wail of a banshee. She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand why he’d throw away her life just to save hers; wasn’t there something else he could have done other than sacrificing himself? She slumps over him, sobbing, still pleading with him to come back. And Ciel doesn’t have to worry about being attacked anymore; Freckles isn’t moving unless someone drags her away.
That’s not… no, this just isn’t possible. There’s no way this can actually be a part of real life, is there? He’s imagining things, he listened to one too many of Cheslock’s batty ghost stories and now he’s… he has to be seeing things. He’s just in such shock, unable to readily accept that something like all of this can be real. The scene that’s playing out in front of him is something out of a book, not something that could actually happen. It’s something he’s unable to comprehend anyway, the idea of someone (even his beloved) protecting him at the cost of losing their life in the process. He never thought he was worth (Name)’s love in the first place, and he’s certainly not worth the man’s life. It’s just inconceivable to him that someone would step between a literal Goddamn man-eating monster and him. He loves (Name), but he’s not even sure he could make that choice. He can’t breathe, he can barely move… and the only reason he’s able to move at all is to grab (Name)’s body, hoping he’s not actually dead, and run. It’s no use, even once he stops running as soon as he’s sure they’re safe. He can’t do anything to revive his beloved, and this is all his fault, and… there’s no way he can live with himself after this. The second he realizes (Name) is truly gone, he cries and he cries, he can’t stop. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do now, and… there’s a real possibility that ‘Derrick’ will catch up to him. If that happens… well, (Name)’s sacrifice will be for nothing, because Maurice will be too lost in grief to fight back.
#death tw#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Doll/Freckles#Maurice#reaction#romantic#angst#MY HEAAAAAAART#one hell of a queue
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First Time Watches of 2023 (3/3)
SILENT NIGHT - The idea of a Christmas apocalypse film where everyone dies was immediately appealing to my mother and I because our family sucks. That Jojo Rabbit kid is fucking stellar, made me sob.
THE THING - practical effects 💖. Just such a solid film, again another tumblr recommendation I really wanted to tick off, the descent into distrust, the tension, the stakes, sexy Kurt Russell; yeah, 10/10.
LADYHAWKE - Everything about this was made for me except for that excruciatingly 80s score - get that sound outta here! Matthew Broderick is incredibly endearing as Phillipe “the mouse”, i absolutely adore him. The curse is brilliant - and hell, that scene with the transformation as they lie beside each other - MAN! I just wish that instead of telling us about the priest’s curse, and him summoning the devil or whatever, we’d been able to see it. Even if it had just been shadows on the wall, or a semi-animated sequence - would’ve added a little extra.
TREASURE PLANET - My friend Hannah had recommended this to me a decade ago and I’m very sorry it took a literal decade to get to it. The most I knew about Jim Hawkins was that people that made non/disney amvs back in the 2000s/2010s shipped him with Ariel, those Jelsa bitches don’t even know how bad it was. Anyway, this film was gorgeous, oh my god? And while I hate “I need a father figure” plots this one was well-written and genuinely moving. Great ensemble, tho the robot played by Martin Short feels unnecessarily jammed in.
THE LION IN WINTER - Numerous mutuals have posted about this; god, I’m so glad. This was another one I picked up a DVD of in my favourite antique place. KATHERINE HEPBURN. is everything. This whole thing was…insane…Shakespearean delivery for dialogue that is 90% fitting and then 10% bizarre. Timothy Dalton hot asf. Anthony Hopkins really using his eyes. All the Eleanor & Henry scenes are of course, absolute highlights - i love it when people just lie to each other, and between all of that, reveal their devastating truths - but what struck me most, and has stayed with me, is the three princes locked in the dark dungeon, reduced to little boys by the violent whims of their father & the schemes of their mother. a manipulator, a warrior, and, well, john, utterly powerless. Bizarre & entertaining.
THE BOY AND THE HERON - Saw this today, it was visually stunning; Mahito is a strong character and his VA is great; Mark Hamill delivers, but Christian Bale is wobbly, his accent fluctuating. The character of the Heron is a real highlight and wow, kudos to RPats. Love the world this film creates. Kiriko is my new fave ghibli woman. Dreamlike, mournful, fantastical, tugs on the heartstrings, enjoyable but actually made me appreciate Spirited Away more, which has never been one of my favourites but now I really wanna rewatch. Spoiler, btw, if you’re like that: when the tower started crumbling I started welling up because it just felt like a goodbye from Miyazaki, and I don’t even idolise him; it just really feels like his heart, and the heart of all the animators, was in this, and by god I appreciate that.
oh and a shout out to john wick 4, the peter cushing version of dracula, puss in boots the last wish & spiderverse 2, which were all pretty great! I have had a great time with movies this year.
#films#folly’s follies#yeah i copy pasted a couple of my letterboxed reviews thru out this#anyway! that’s my uh top 16 films of 2023 lol
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https://www.tumblr.com/shotorus/731348843674894336/sometimes-i-think-abt-a-universe-where-suguru-is-a
no coz same. suguru *starts violently sobbing*
listen, chapter 236 spoilers btw!!
That one scene wherw gojo says that he wished even geto was their to pat his back or like encourage him n imagines him standing among yuta, maki n all had me thinking about suguru as a teacher so much. What if he was mentoring them yk🥹 maki inumaki yuta panda.
I just knew maki prefers him to satoru skdhjd n he’s the more stricter one I would say! Lets the kids have fun but his classes n sessions are a “no nonsense” kind , unlike gojos😭 people are nicer to him than satoru too😭😭 in conclusion suguru has all my heart bye
zuro anon
omg zuro anon heLLLo!! 🥹
OMG pls zuro anon i literally just reread the chapter recently 😭 and when he said that it rlLY BROKE ME 😭 but that would be so cute omg for him to teach the 2nd years 🥺 oh gosh my heart.
i do think maki would prefer him more 😭 i think maki would prefer anyone over satoru 😭 n def the stricter one!! the more play by the rules one!! but yeAH URE RIGHT ZURO ANON!!! lets everyone have fun still 🥺 AND OFC PPL ARE NICER TO HIM 🥺 he’s nicer to ppl than satoru is too 😭 they r so precious shjwbxjdb
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just saw this post on my timeline (sobbed) and thought of ur story
https://www.tumblr.com/apolohgy/181884161396/things-that-make-you-go-hmm
my first thought: oh my god someone sees something and thinks of my silly little stories :')
my second thought: i need to tell everybody how i came up with the name for 'kny'. so! as i think i've already told before the whole idea of 'kny' didn't start with ran, but with rindou and salt&vinegar chips i was eating every single day in october 22. i built everything around rindou and then i thought that it would be cute and a bit challenging for me to write a story where ran wouldn't fall in love with reader right away, but rather slowly and at the same time he (and rindou too) would know that ran would fall in love with her. i wanted to portray this longing he would have for her and the inevitable feeling of i know i will love you and you are mine from the first time i've seen you (which is what ran thought when he saw her outside of the conbini covered in blood; her being assaulted a moment before and being drenched in blood was meant to be symbolic too btw, for we know that ran is violent and vicious and so will be his love, but at the same time he is the one who defended her in the end and so he is the only one who can free her). anyway, as i was brainstorming the idea and thickening the plot, i was listening to deftones and one of their album is called koi no yokan. i thought the name was cute and everything and then days later i stumbled upon the phrase on pinterest, but again didn't pay much attention to it. i just kind of acknowledged it and that's it. but when i was writing the scene in the ramen shop i was like 'oh my god koi no yokan is gonna be the name for this story because it's literally what i've been writing about the whole time'.
but thank you so much for sending it to me, i still can't believe that someone somewhere out there sees something and is reminded of my stories. it means so so so much.
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Hehe Vyvyan for the honest opinion game
- GirlOnlineeeee :)
Hello! An excellent choice of character!
I love Vyvyan. I should post about him more. When I first got into TYO, he and Rick were both competing for favourite character with me (and, for the record, Vyvyan is a VERY close second).
So, why do I love him? Let's get the obvious out of the way first: he's played by Ade Edmondson, the absolute legend. His overall look makes him an utterly iconic Britcom character (this includes the Scrunch™), as well as his entrance to the show in Demolition. Plus, I really love the voice Ade gives him and it makes me think that the man has super strength vocal chords or something because that is A LOT of shouting. 😂
What makes Vyvyan great is how he is both sadistically violent but with childlike curiosity. He also, as Rik pointed out in an interview, puts the other characters in their place when they're moping and complaining, so the audience kinda sides with him. Vyvyan just... There is virtually nothing he sees as "too far".
He'll swing a wrecking ball through the kitchen to try and set off an atom bomb; he'll single handedly attempt to demolish a house in one evening; he'll rig a bomb up to the front doorbell; he'll detach windows just to smash over people's heads; he'll attack at close quarters with a howitzer; he will, with his bare hands, push the front of a house inwards just to get the video player closer to the plug socket; he'll rig someone's bed to saw them in half when they lie on it; he'll eat a TV and a dead rat and drink an untested potion; he'll stick a leg to the bonnet of his car; he'll blow up the competition on University Challenge; and, most importantly, he will drive a double decker bus off a cliff. There is literally a page on the TYO wiki listing his attacks.
The character in so many other shows would be a villain, someone to fear, some kind of feral beast with no humanity whatsoever... But this is The Young Ones, a world of surrealism, and Vyvyan Basterd continues to attract our adoration. Have you seen that grin at wanton destruction? He relishes in it! He can be misanthropic and likeable.
And you know, I don't believe he is completely one dimensional. I mean, all of them are in essence, since they're cartoonish and represent stereotypes, but even when we have Vyvyan saying he doesn't care about life or himself in one scene... A few scenes later he's sobbing, heartbroken, over the loss of his car and hamster. So maybe he does have a limit. And, maybe then, it's good that he exists in a world where violent outbursts largely have no consequences. Btw him crying that one time is my justification for giving him emotional depth in fics.
Ultimately, I think Vyvyan is almost entirely what we see on the surface. He wasn't designed to be a secretive character in the way Rick and Mike both are (albeit in different ways and for different reasons) or to be a sensitive character like Neil (or Rick, again). Apart from his outburst about The Good Life (typically Ben Elton, I trust you'll agree), he isn't really a political character, despite being a punk. I realise that's maybe a bit of a controversial thing to say and I don't mean that the idea of having a punk on a show wasn't political, more that Vyvyan himself doesn't seem a massively political person. He and his punk friends just like destruction and boasting about kissing girls. Vyvyan even says in Interesting that he'd really like to join the police. 😂
There is one area where I think canon gives us something beneath his surface to tug at and that is his intelligence. Now Vyvyan, like all of them at different points, can be dumb as fuck. He's also got that childish element to him like Rick does. However, he's shown occasionally to be quick witted with numbers (just don't ask him to tell the time) and when he starts explaining to Neil the process of vomiting it's clear he has paid attention at least somewhat to his course. He's also invented mad scientist level potions and pepped up a vacuum cleaner to such power that it sucked up a hippie. In one sense Vyvyan being smart is a contradiction, but it's not such a contradiction once you remember that he is easily bored and doesn't care about much.
The fact he's gotten into university on a medical course (famously difficult to get on to), albeit at Scumbag College, does say something about him, I think. He isn't like Rick or Neil, who come from upper middle class backgrounds and for whom university in the 1980s wasn't such an outlandish goal - Vyvyan's working class, never knew his father and hadn't seen his mother since before teenagehood when he met her again in Boring. He comes from what New Right sociologists (who are gits, by the way) dubbed "the underclass" so Vyvyan being a university student says a bloody lot about him. Impressive, no?
I don't actually think he's particularly angry either, though I understand why anger is usually tied to him. It's not that he doesn't ever get angry, it's just that when he's attacking things or people it's usually because he's bored or he's getting pleasure out of winding (most often) Rick up. He's not even as short tempered as Rick, though they perhaps equal each other in terms of impatience. I can see how he would be intimidating to average people in TYO (if average people exist in TYO) so I think intimidation might be mistaken for anger. And he is intimidating... If you apply the logic of our world to him... But I for one am not intimated by this brilliant madman. I'd much rather join in his stream of chaos, despite being a rather shy and quiet person myself.
That's what fictional characters do to us. 😂
Anyway, after this long ramble, some take aways: Vyvyan - would kiss, looks cool, would like to blow something up with him.
Thanks for the ask!
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My Hair [George Weasley x Reader]
summary: you and george are sworn enemies, always at each ithers throats. but one day he pushes it too far.
content warnings: some cursing, lowkey angsty, signs of panic attacks. slytherin/curlyhair!reader
a/n: new character post!! hope you all enjoy. btw i’m sorry if the way i describes the reader was too specific LMFOO i thought it was a good concept bc its inspired by ariana’s song. for my weasley lovers! as always, let me know if you have any requests! (PLS SEND THROUGH MY INBOX)
what would you expect from a slytherin? you hated gryffindor house. they were obnoxious, loud, dramatic snobs. not to mention george wesley belonged to gryffinor. the first day george saw you, he decided he was going to target you. he pulled at least three pranks on you a week. if he wasn’t pranking you, he was teasing you about anything and everything. today, it was your hair.
“merlin (y/n/n). your hair is bigger than your head!” the ginger boy caused a scene. the gryffindor members laughed. you ignored him. alas, he continued. “you should be a gryffindor, hair like a lion. though i think you fit right in with all your slimy little slytherin friends-“ “verdimillious!” green sparks flew out from your wand and straight at the boy. they swarmed him and he toppled over at the suddenness of it. your friends applauded you and your sweet friend pansy patted your back. “i think your hair is lovely, (y/l/n).” at least she didn’t make fun of your name.
you stayed behind in astronomy, permission granted from professor plumb. ‘please don’t stay too long’ he warned. you didn’t listen, but you wished you had. you wish you listened because he found you. “well well well.” you spun around and drew your wand. george laughed when he saw you; your hair was up now. “piss off weasley.” your voice cracked when you said it. truthfully, you were so damn tired. every day george tried to make you feel bad about something new. but your hair was a soft spot. you kept your wand in front of you but weakly at most. “you should really quit the tough guy act, (y/n/n). we all know-“ “i AM tough!-“ you lunged forward and pushed george, but it didn’t do much damage. so you resorted to just pounding your fists on his chest. “i am tough you bloody piece of shit! fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!” every time you cursed at him, you hit him harder. slightly shocked, he snatched up both your wrists and held them in one, large hand. you looked up at him; he was already looking at you. you didn’t even notice you were crying until you choked out a sob. you felt pathetic. “(y/n), i’m sorry.” george sounded panicked. that was probably the first time he called you by your first name. you said nothing and took your wrists from him. you wanted to say something sassy and make him look dumb. but your chest started growing tight and your throat stung. you couldn’t stop crying now. you lost balance and almost fell to your feet- god, the thought of being at your feet, crying before george weasley. it made you sick.
george caught you before you fell. he had one arm snaked around your waist, the other one raised slowly to tuck some stray curls behind your ear. he helped you up and clicked his tongue. “i think your hair is so beautiful.” he spoke. “don’t lie to me because you want me to feel better.” you face was inches away from his. “m’ not lying. i’ll prove it.” he wasn’t pulling away from the attraction. you couldn’t decide if that was good or bad. “do it then.” with that said, george crushed his lips against yours. your head told you to push him off and smack him. but your heart, god, your heart. you sank right into it. his lips on yours was something you never knew you needed. you felt george’s hand move to your hair, grabbing the hair tie and pulling it out. you gasped, making you pull away. you scrambled to fix it- but he stopped you. “leave it. you don’t mind if i touch it, do you?” you gave him a soft smile. if you would’ve been told 5 hours ago that you’d be soft for george weasley; you would’ve gotten violent. “that’s why it’s there.” he chuckled and gently weaved his hand through your locks before leaning in again.
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@leighlew3
You say that as if that isn’t something Kara does consistently for people. And was that the same episode where Kara, after watching Lena die and hearing about Lena being twisted to evil rather than a) rushing to Lena to see that she’s okay or b) immediately starting to plot to getting Lena away from the people who might hurt and twist her instead went with c) telling Lena that she was done with her bullshit.
And after doing that did Kara a) collapse on the floor horrified that she had to call Lena a villain or b) go home to hang with Alex and J’onn and joke about candy left by Myxy?
I for one think Melissa Benoist is a professional, who tries to create powerful moments even with bullshit material. If you told her to act in love with a tree stump, she would portray that. I don’t think that she has any secret agenda to tank or favor a pairing. => I think she was asked to portray “in love with Mon-El”. I think she did this to the best of her abilities. IMO it is beyond me how anybody could look at her performance in 2x22 where Kara sobs as Mon-El’s pod is leaving or her breakdown at the thought of Mon-El dying in 3x02 and somehow think that she was somehow NOT bringing her A-Game. As such I do think that “how Kara acted with Mon-El” being a good measuring stick for “how Melissa portrays Kara in love”. And that included tons of things like jealousy, like acting nervous and awkward, and tons and tons of little physical fuzzing around (again compare Kara standing two feet away when Lena got poisoned in s3 to Kara always being all hands over Mon-El when he was being poisoned)
I also remember that when Mon-El was gone, she acted pretty much every episode till he returned with an undertone of melancholia even happy moments like seeing the recital of little girls dressed as Supergirl => but then again she also had the backing of the writing then for just that.
I don’t see this kind of melancholia for Lena in the episodes after Kara told Lena off. I’m sure eventually Lena will show up again and Kara will again try to get her to not be evil. Because that’s what Kara does. She takes care of her friends (as we just saw with Nia) and she tries to stop ppl from being evil even the less deserving like Rhea or Livewire.
Sure, the next episode could come around and retcon that and tell us that Kara has been suffering, but I don’t see that in her performance (for example in the scene where she is psyched that Dreamer took down a Dominator).
The reason I bring him up is because
1.) You people bring him up by comparing William to him
2.) Because you people misrepresent how Karamel came to be
You act like Alex somehow mind-controlled Kara into dating Mon-El and now William. What I’m pointing out is that this is just not true. Lenastans have always claimed that Kara having an interest in Mon-El came somehow out of the blue after Alex brought up the option, but that just FLAT OUT ISN’T TRUE.
For starters, the first time the topic was brought up it was Eliza and she told Kara that Mon-El liked Kara (not that Kara liked Mon-El back). And what was Kara’s reaction? First laughter, then blushed cheeks, then the camera gazes lovingly at Mon-El on her behalf at how handsome he looks. What does Kara then do with this information? She asks Mon-El whether it is true. But Mon-El denies it and says something dickish. He then collapses and she fuzzes over him. He then kisses her while sick. She leans into the kiss, closes her eyes and opens her mouth before it happens. She later wants to quizz him about the kiss and he denies remembering it, she bites her lips furiously (twice!) and looks upset as she walks away.
===> Come one, if this was for a ship you like, you would have no problem identifying that Kara might, just might have been interested in Mon-El before Alex said just that to her. (aka Kara’s beloved sister correctly identifying Kara’s behavior)
==> I wouldn’t have to keep talking about Mon-El if you guys didn’t keep up saying things about him and how Karamel came to pass that flat out aren’t true.
It boggles my mind how you can claim that “Kara took a long time to warm up to Mon-El” when Kara and Mon-El were sleeping and living together after half a season (and again, Kara almost instantly drafted Mon-El into her home and her job), yet it took Kara three years to let Lena in on her secret. How long did it take for Lena to show up at game night versus how long did it take Mon-El or Wiliam?
Again, Kara was positively smiling at the date suggestion before Winn or Alex brought it up. Characters talking to a character about their feelings is a popular short hand, not a sign that a person is being pushed into a relationship. Kara is not some automaton who can forced into sleeping with Mon-El, enjoying it, having a relationship with him, declaring her love for him just because at some point Alex said something. Just like now she’s a grown woman who can decide for herself whether William is something she wants to pursue or not (especially since we know that Kara can go against Alex advice, a season 1 callback btw).
Sure you can point out that it’s a lazy writing trick for a character to discuss their feelings with other supporting characters and thusly explaining the character dynamics for “the stupid people in the back”, but you know, Supergirl isn’t exactly high literature. And be honest, how long would have I have to look till I find Lenastan fanfics where third party people notice feelings being there or even scheme to get them together? It’s a trope. Doesn’t mean that the show wasn’t dropping plenty of hints that Kara had a thing for Mon-El long before third party characters spelled it out for the audience that that was going on.
Again ship what you want, but don’t LIE about other ships and characters, especially not while not using the anti tags, without expecting to be called out on it. (I was browsing the William Dey tag)
You genuinely think that the chance of a relationship turning out badly because somebody sent a couple of overenthusiastic texts is higher than hooking up with a person who SHOT AT YOU? And who LOCKED YOU IN A CAGE SO THEY COULD STEAL FROM YOU?
You do realize that “did it because of a betrayal” is probably like 90% of the excuses made by people who murder their spouse for cheating on them? Aka the LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO argument? “X betrayed me”, “X provoked me” are NOT excuses for violence. And note how “but poor X had a bad childhood, he can’t help himself” is exactly the kind of excuse abused people make for their violent spouses? But WILLIAM is the one who is too horrible to have a relationship with and who would send a bad message as opposed to “Lena attacks Kara physically and gets rewarded with romance, isn’t it ROMANTIC and so EMOTIONAL how violent and destructive she becomes over Kara betraying her, clearly this was proof of deep love”?
Again, ship what you ship, but don’t start the conversation on how other ships are morally inferior especially when it’s just a big fat case of pot calling the kettle.
=> ship and let ship is the way to go, but that’s the whole thing, saying that William x Kara is toxic and a bad message and that he is just as “problematic” as Mon-El (again, in the William Dey tag!) is NOT letting other people ship what they want, it’s passing judgment and trying to make them look bad.
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At Ara'Novor (Part 3)
What's up what's up everyone!!💯 We're fucking back with the 3rd and final part, the ending to At Ara'Novor 🎊 I wanna say something before you all read this. This story was created over 2 MONTHS ago: planned and started in December to 3 parts completed and posted in January. This story has been an amazing journey with my Captain @colorfulloverbatturkey and I literally would not have made this story without having meeting her, she's literally the best; the story is emotional and can pack quite a punch to the feels of any Star Wars nerd or Fanfic reader!
The 3rd part was made super long anddddd... There's a special BONUS at the end for our loyal readers, anyone who's followed and read this story from the very first post. The BONUS is a gift to all of you💕 my fingers are tired now from typing so here it is! I finally give to you *drum roll* At Ara'Novor part 3 and BONUS. Content warning: (ooo, our first one😱🤣) There is cursing in this part (not Star Wars universe related) I mean like, the F-word and stuff. Also, we've snuck in a Rex thirst scene for all our fellow Rex lovers😍 (not explicit or anything but still, here's a warning)
Btw! Here's a link to part 1! And here's a link to part 2!! Enjoy!! 👋🏼 "I'mma head out."✌🏽 *gives a two fingered salute and uses instant transmission*
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Previously.... On "At Ara'Novor". Cody made it back to the village and told General Kenobi Rex was missing was a little girl. Cody sends out Jesse and Kix to retrieve them and bring them back. Rex spends some quality time with the little girl, he soon learns her name is Eida, and they bond over a long conversation. Kix and Jesse finally reached them.
*echoing footsteps*
"Captain? Rex, are you ok?" Kix said, spotting his Captain on the floor before him. Silence was the only response he'll receive so he rushed over to Rex immediately, crouching down next to him to start, he obviously needed treatment right away. He was about to lift Rex‘s hand off the wound when he cocked his head to the left and hissed, "Her first, I'm ok." Kix eyed him doubtfully, but proceeded to get up, appeared on Rex’s left and kneeled down before the shivering girl. He took off his helmet, "Hello there little one, is it ok if I examined you real quick? It won’t hurt, I promise!“ Kix smiled. He treated many children during other raids and commissions, and the practice of trying to help and calm down scared vod made it easier.
He knew how to comfort patients. Eida looks up to Rex for reassurance, and when he nodded, she looked back to the medic and said with a trembling voice, "Okay…" Kix smiled and pulled a blanket out of his bag and handed it to Eida, who gladly took it and wrapped it around herself. She sat patiently as Kix checked her heart, her pulse, and her lungs. He also checked her reflexes and shone a flashlight in her eye, after which she blinked furiously. Kix chuckled "Ur all done, kid. you got a few bruises and you’re probably still in shock, but you’ll be able to sleep it off.“ Kix knew she didn't understand what "shock" was but sleep, definitely. Poor thing looked exhausted.
Eida snuggled back into the warm blankets and stares at the medic. She was looking at Kix's face and tries to process something, then Jesse takes off his helmet as well, this confirmed her suspicions and her eyes grew even wider, "You all look the same!“ She pointed in awe, looking between the three.
"As I said, they’re my brothers!“ Rex said, smiling as best as he could in his state, but it looked more like a grimace and Jesse smirked at Eida. "Sir, you’ll have to take your hand off so that I can inspect the wound.“ Kix said, kneeling beside the Captain, opening his bag and pulling out tools. Rex hesitated because he had his hand on the wound for so long and he was feeling a little nervous, but he did it anyways with a hiss. Shaking with effort he slowly moved his bloodied hand away from the sticky, painful wound. Kix shone another light onto the injury, inspecting it. "Kriff, I think we have no choice but to start treatment right away. You’ve been sitting here far too long!“ He murmured, handing the flashlight to Jesse so that he had free hands.
"You mean… perform surgery? Right here?“ Rex said, his eyes widening for a second and he shivered. It's starting to hurt quite a lot again. "Yes, Sir, if you try to move the wound it'll only get worse. It is cauterized, but still sensitive, and it's in a place where it will only rip open further if jolted wrong. We’ll have to perform mild surgery here.“ Rex took a deep breath. Don’t be whiny. You’re a soldier and you’ve been worse off than this. He thought to himself. Rex looked over to Eida, who was staring at the wound with terrified eyes. When she looked up at Rex, he said "Kid, I need you to go outside, this could turn really nasty, I don’t want you to see that." Eida's eyes widened even further, and tears started to form once again.
"No! Don’t hurt him!“ she whined, shuffling closer to Rex and wrapping her hands around his left arm. "We’re not gonna hurt him, we have to treat his injury. We have anesthesia, uhh, something that'll block the pain. Don’t worry.“ Jesse reassures her, he walks over to Eida, extending his hand for her to take. "No, I'll stay!“ she refused and clung to Rex‘s arm even tighter, Rex held in a slight groan as her nails dug into his forearm, but she wasn't the reason, it was the goddamn wound. It's hurting more. "Kid, please you really should'–" Rex started, but then Eida crossed her arms over her chest once again, pouting.
He sighed in defeat. Knowing that arguing with this girl was pointless. "Fine. But please, go over there, you really shouldn‘t watch something like this.“ He said, nodding to Jesse behind her. Eida accepted his terms and slid further away from the three men, still looking at Rex. He smiled back at her reassuringly, only to flinch a second later when Kix started to sterilize the wound. Here goes nothing Rex thought, focusing on a spot on the ceiling as Kix injected a bit of anesthesia close to the wound. "Sir, just so you know, we can only use a bit of anesthesia here, because this particular anesthesia doesn’t do too well if combined with bacta, and we don’t want your injury to get worse. So, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm afraid you’ll have to fight through this one." Rex rolled his eyes.
Of course. Great.
Kix started by delicately removing pieces of dirt, shrapnel and other things that don’t belong in a body from the wound with tweezers. "This–isn't so bad." Rex murmured to himself. However, he could still feel every little thing Kix was doing. that's going to be a problem. "Yeah, about that—there seems to be some form of unusual crust in some places, an infection's starting to develop… we’ll have to cut those away, otherwise the bacta-spray won’t properly help with the healing…“ Kix said, glancing at Rex sideways, only to be met with a neutral expression. "So… it’ll...hurt, probably. Sir.“ Kix said. "Yeah no kidding, just get on with it so we can get out of here!“ Rex gritted through his teeth, letting his head fall back against the wall again. "Yes sir. “ Kix said. He quickly grabs a scalpel and steadies his breath. "I'm gonna start now.“
It was completely quiet in the room as Kix slowly cuts away the crust of the wound and placing the pieces on a towel. The only thing that could occasionally be heard was when the Captain's breath caught in his throat whenever Kix hit an extremely painful spot. Kix was almost done cutting away the last bit of crust when...
*ACHOOOO*
Rex let out a blood curdling scream when Kix’s scalpel dug deep into his flesh, startled by the pain and the sudden noise of Eida sneezing. "God dammit!!" Rex slammed the back of his head into the wall behind him and he whined, the wound in his abdomen was burning with incredible and unbearable pain. He moaned and rocked his head side to side and tries to ignore the raging river of lava deep within his abdomen, "Kriffing…. K-K-Kriff… F-F-Force." he was trembling violently as the pain smacked him in rough waves, like an ocean during a storm. Jesse immediately rushed to Rex’s side, holding him down by the chest and trying to calm him while Kix was quickly wiping away the fresh blood that was oozing out of the wound. Rex whimpered when Kix grazed the jagged edges of broken skin and he stared up at the ceiling.
All the while Eida walked backwards, away from the man she had hurt. "M- I'm sorry I–" Eida whimpered, moving closer to the still grunting Rex "I–I didn’t–" "Just be quiet!“ Kix shouted, he didn't mean to but it was the stress. He tries to get the scalpel out of Rex while Eida ran out of the room towards the exit, her cries filling the entirety of the cave. "Kix that really wasn’t–kriff!" Rex screeched at Kix, only to be cut off by the excruciating pain coming from his abdomen.
*panting*
"Jesse *chokes* go after her…dont–fuck! Don’t let her run away!“ He was squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to move so Kix could patch him up again. Rex held his breath but let it out very quickly as his lips trembled, his head hurt and it was just everything. Everything hurts, force, why does it hurt so much. Jesse made sure Kix would be alright on his own before he grabbed the blanket the girl dropped and jogged after her, the tiny sobs still echoing off the walls.
Rex's breaths were drawn in and out in shallow gasps and panting, the wound was burning. "Hey, Rex, I need you to breathe for me. I know it hurts but you gotta take a breath alright. " Rex took weak, shallow breaths, heat surrounded his wound and it hurt so badly, but he followed Kix's direction well. Kix moves to grab the medical equipment again but Rex was trembling too much. Not good, not good at all ori'vod. So he placed his hand on his shoulder to calm him. "Sorry sorry. " Rex apologized and tried again, Kix only nodded in an encouraging manner. That seems to work. Rex stilled and Kix continued what he was doing before while his brother kept up tranquil and steady breaths; he just hoped that Jesse caught up with the kid in time.
Jesse found Eida sitting at the exit of the hideout, her cheeks and nose bright red from the cold and probably the crying. She was resting her head on her knees, leaning against the wall to her right. Jesse carefully sat down beside her and put a hand on her shoulder, to which she flinched. “Hey–it’s ok. It’s only me.” Jesse cooed, taking his hand off her shoulder to drape the blanket around her, protecting her from the crisp night air. They both sat in silence for a while, looking at the dark forest trees that hovered above at the top of the ravine. “I'm sorry. " she suddenly apologized, followed by a sob. “It’s not your fault, ad'ika. Accidents happen, don’t blame yourself.” Jesse said calmly, turning his head to face her. “He got hurt because of me! I didn't want to hurt him." Eida sobbed, new tears forming and rolling down her cheeks.
“Rex is fine, I checked up on him. He was just startled, nothing more!” Jesse half lied, kind of. Rex was hurt but he'll pull through and Jesse figured that lying was definitely okay in a case like this. *sniffles* “Really?” she quietly asked, wiping her face with her hands. “Yep, he’s okay. Honestly, I was about to sneeze as well, it’s verrrrryyy, dusty down there!” Jesse joked while wiping his nose and Eida let out a giggle. “So, are you ok now ad'ika? Wanna go back inside? I think they should be done by now.” Jesse smiled, standing up and offering his hand to pull her up. She was hesitant. “Aren’t they going to be mad at me?” She asked, her worried eyes looking up at him. “No, I promise.” He replied, and she took his hand and he pulled her up with ease.
They walked back inside to see Rex sitting upright, wearing a fresh set of blacks. Slightly pale but a bit of color had returned. A medical patch was visible through the tight fabric where his wound was. Kix was putting away all the supplies when they both lifted their gaze to the figures walking inside the room. “Hey! There you are!” Rex smiled warmly at the sight of Eida. She walked over to him in tiny steps and mumbled “I'm-I'm sorry.” keeping her gaze to the ground. “What for, ad’ika?” Rex questions, wanting to lift the child’s spirit. “Yunno…when I sneezed.” she explains, looking up at the two men. Kix kneeled down beside her and with sincerity he said, “No, I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, you did nothing wrong. I'm sorry.”
Eida was hesitant, then extended her arm,"I accept your apology, sir!” She was obviously trying to sound grown-up. Kix chuckled at that and took her little hand to shake it lightly. She then turned to Rex, taking a seat beside him, looking back and forth from his face to his covered up injury. “Are you feeling better now?” She asked, pointing to his stomach. “It still needs to heal, but yes, I am feeling better.” He smiled. His brothers stood behind the two and watched the cute interaction.
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A few minutes later, they had everything packed up, Rex was wearing most of his armor again, for warmth and protection, and he was being supported by Kix; after insisting that he could walk alone and almost falling over. Eida was getting sleepy and the night air was extremely cold, so Jesse carried her on his hip and it seemed so paternal. Her head lolling slightly with each step that he took. Rex leaned heavily onto Kix and whimpered, this worried his brother. "What's wrong?" Rex tilted his head and shook it dizzily, "F-F-Feel hot. " Kix felt his forehead and murmured to himself. His hand felt amazing to Rex and he moaned with a sigh. Jesse looked over, "What?" "He has a fever, we need to hurry it up a bit." Kix walked a little faster while dragging Rex along, Jesse followed and tried his best not to jostle around the sleeping child.
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Corel Village
Time: 0740 (7:40 p.m.)
The sun had completely set hours ago and it was so cold. A lot of voices echoed from the huts surrounding the outer part of the village, this is the part Rex and the others passed by. They overheard the villagers discussing plans, comforting each other and tucking in the children. They also heard footsteps that could be identified as military boots pounding into the dirt and the voices of many brothers speaking through their helmets with hushed voices, talking about further actions and how much they wished they were on a warmer planet. As soon as the four walked further into the village they were immediately recognized and spotted by two brothers in 501st blue, who approached them in a hurry. “Captain Rex, sir! Jesse! Kix! You found him." One of them gaped, it was Tup, one of the shinies. He strolled around to Rex’s right and supported him with his left arm. “He needs to lie down, come on Captain.” Kix led them to the nearest shelter.
Dogma, who was the second approacher, started to walk with Jesse. He was still carrying the now sleeping child. “So, what happened?” Dogma asked in his usual loud and nosey voice. “Shh, keep it down will you? She's asleep!” Jesse hissed, gesturing to the girl. “Right. Sorry.” Dogma replied, now more quiet. “We found them in a hideout about 15 klicks from here. The Captain was shot while trying to rescue the little one on their way there. That's all I know.” Jesse whispered. Dogma nodded. “And what now? Where do we put her?” He asked, looking at the kid and raising an eyebrow. “We are not ‘putting’ her anywhere. We’re gonna find her parents, so she can go home safely!” Jesse said, rolling his eyes at Dogma. “I don’t think that's our job. She’s back in the village, whatever happens to her is not our problem.” Dogma replied, visibly annoyed. “Leave that up to me, will you? If you won’t help me, I'll find the kid's parents myself.” Jesse said, starting to walk towards the biggest hut where he assumed the Generals would be.
He walked through the door and immediately trailed over to where the Generals and Commanders were. The group wasn't talking at the moment, they were just staring at a hologram and it looks like it's one of the masters from Coruscant.
"Yes Kenobi, when you finish up there then come back to Coruscant immediately."
"Of course." General Kenobi responded and then the call ended.
Ahsoka turned around when she noticed another's presence behind them, Jesse stood in the doorway with Eida snuggled into his arms, for a soldier who was placed into violent situations he was shockingly handling her with such care very well. Ahsoka became distracted when her eyes landed on the tiny little thing and she moved closer and chooed. "Awww, she's so precious. " And Eida made a gurgling sound and rubbed her cheek into Jesse's armor, then she sighed and stopped moving again. Anakin and Obi-Wan had noticed they came in but they were too busy talking about war issues and the call they had received a couple seconds ago.
"What's going on?" Jesse whispered. "Oh, we'll have to return to Coruscant soon after this. " Ahsoka shrugged and then stared at the child again. Jesse chuckled under his breath, Ahsoka was so predictable when it came to younger children. Sometimes. "You wanna hold her?" Ashoka nodded with such an eager movement, Jesse softly handed Eida to Ahsoka and she immediately walked over to a table in the corner and cradled the youngling. While Eida was occupied Jesse deemed the time was right to go ask Commander Cody a question. "Sir?"
Cody turned around and nodded, he was watching the generals argue again. "Yes." Jesse straightened up a little at attention, "I have a question sir, about the villagers. Sir. " Jesse added an unnecessary "sir" At the end, but it was only because of stress. Cody smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You can relax. The battle is over vod. " Jesse physically relaxed, shoulders slumping slightly and he sighed in relief because sometimes it hard to stay at attention when you're tired. “Captain Rex rescued this girl. ” Jesse pointed to where Ahsoka was standing. She was poking the child on the nose with a soft "boop" sound to make her laugh. She was entranced by Eida's adorableness. “We need to get her back to her parents, but we don't even know how to start to look, Sir?” He asked the Commander for a solution, perhaps he would know. Cody stroked his chin in deep thought, looking at the girl.
“Good question. No one has reported a missing child, maybe her parents are injured. Knocking on every door will take too long and will only further stress the villagers. We shall find the girl’s parents tomorrow.” He nodded and turned around to work on some reports. “And where will she stay the night, Sir?” Jesse asked, to which Cody turned back around. “Uhh, the barracks are too loud, definitely. We can’t just drop her off at a random house either…” Their conversation peeked Ahsoka's attention and she walked over to them, "I'll watch over her, she can stay with me for the night." She offered. Cody and Jesse exchanged looks and then they agreed. "Alright Commander, good luck." Cody smirked and walked away. Jesse placed his hand on Eida's forehead and sighed, "Well, guess I gotta head back out. Watch her for me will yah?" Ahsoka smiled, "Of course." And Jesse gave one last look before leaving the hut.
Ahsoka sat on the bench a little longer till her Master walked over and placed his hand on Eida's head. "Hm, and who dropped this little one off?" Anakin smiled to himself when the little girl snuggled closer to Ahsoka. "Jesse did. I'm taking care of her till tomorrow, then we're going to look for her parents." Anakin nodded and slipped away, "Well, get some sleep snips. The both of you." Then he left the hut with just Ahsoka and Eida still inside.
Rex's POV
Rex laid on a cot in one of the many shelters. He felt hot again and he was confused on where he was, he thought he was back in the Hideout with the kid but then he looked to his left and saw a brother. He was laying next to him on another cot and didn't look too good either.
"Hey vod, looks like you finally woke up." His brother waved at him with a wonky smile. Looks like he was on drugs. "Uhh–" "Hey! Don't bother, he's conked out too!" Another brother on his right side yelled and then silenced himself when Coric walked past them. He gave them a suspicious glance and smiled with enjoyment, then he walked away.
"Shitttt, now look what you did! He's going to get Kix!" The drugged brother on the left hisses at the other. Rex stared at the ceiling in exhaustion, why are they so goddamn loud. "It's not m-m-my fault!" The other brother on his right yelled and then crossed his arms over his chest with an "umph", there was a shuffling sound and then a raspy and brute like voice from the cot on the other side of the tent. "Hey! Shut up will yah! Before you get us all in trouble." He demanded. Rex raised his hand and smirked when the two on either side of him sat up to defend themselves, this caused an all tent brawl of yelling insults back and forth.
*curtains shuffle*
*immediate silence*
Kix walked in with Coric right behind him, he had a sly smirk on his face when the yelling of insults quieted down. Kix walked to the middle of the room and glanced at every single one of them, giving them the stinky eye. "So, does anyone want to make anymore commotion and bring more droids down on top of us! Or are you going to be quiet." It was not a question, if one unaware and unlucky shiny opened their mouth to answer then they were all done for. A shiny who was a cot down from the brother on Rex's left sat up slightly and his mouth opened just a smidge, found the unaware shiny, and then the brother on the left from Rex launched himself over and pressed his hand over his widening mouth. "Be quiet." he whispered in warning to the vod'ika who just nodded along nervously. "Good. Now go back to sleep everyone." Kix walks towards Rex's cot with a satisfied grin, he likes having control of the patients. He was notorious for it.
Kix was checking a couple things next to Rex and then waited for Coric to finish checking up on his patient, Coric walked over and then he took some stuff out. Antibiotics. When did they get those? "Hey Rexter, stay still for us ok." Kix said and then he began to unwrap the bandages around his chest and abdomen. Coric stood away but he was ready for anything, IF anything happens at all. The bandages were unwrapped and Kix immediately started to check the wound while Coric searched for clean bandages. Rex looked down at his stomach and hissed, it looked kind of red but it was also healing at the same time. "It's infected, we'll have to use our antibiotics on it so it'll start to heal faster and then we'll bandage it up." Kix talked Rex through the process of what they were about to do. This usually calmed down his patients.
*panting*
"Ok." Rex nodded. Kix dabbed the alcohol onto a wash cloth and then he nodded to Coric who had a tight grip on Rex's arms. The wash cloth touches his abdomen and he yelled and groaned while gritting his teeth. The antibiotics stung like the fires of hell were dancing on top of his stomach, it hurt so bad! Kix rubbed it in and then went for MORE of the stuff and Rex couldn't handle it again. He reacted in an involuntary flight-or-fight response as he tries to get up off the cot but Coric pressed all his weight into his arms, "ahh, k-kriff! Let g-go! You son of a-a Bantha!" Coric however only smiled down at him and made a "tsk tsk tsk" Sound with his tongue, "Your insults don't scare me sir. And I've heard worse. " He calmly teased and continued to hold him down.
Kix reached down with the wash cloth in his hand, ready to wipe it on his abdomen again. Rex stared at it and then looked up at his brother's eyes pleadingly and Kix just looked at him with a blank stare. He wasn't going to pull away in mercy, that just wasn't his style. The cloth landed on the wound again and he screeched, slamming his head down into the pillow behind his head and he moaned loudly. All the clones in the tent were trying really hard to go to sleep and not piss off the medics by watching them take care of the Captain. It was very hard not to, if they managed to look away and simply ignore then they should earn a gold medal for not being intrusive. "Rex, breathe for me." Kix whispers.
*inhale*
*exhale*
"K-Kriffing…Haar'chak." He exhaled and shivered, Coric patted his right shoulder and Kix inspected the wound and nodded in satisfaction. "You're alright Vod. We should see some improvement by tomorrow. You can settle down now Cap." Kix began to wrap up his side while Coric stared at the brother behind him lying on the cot on the right side, he gave the medic something and then smirked. Rex looked over to see what the trooper gave him, in his hand was a wrapped piece of candy; the wrapping was red and has a golden stripe on it and it was round. Coric held it in his hand cautiously and when Kix spotted it he laughed to himself and snorted. "Yeah, he can have it. Apparently this di'kut says it calms those who are in pain. And guess what, his theory was actually true." Kix gathered up his equipment and Coric shrugged and tosses it over.
"Huh." Rex lazily caught the small orb and stared at it, then he glanced over at the fellow bed-ridden brother. "Do it vod. You won't regret it." He nodded with a silly grin and then leaned back so he could go back to sleep. Rex unwrapped it, observed the tiny thing and without hesitation he popped it into his mouth; with everything he went through, a little candy was the least of his concerns even though it was contraband. The chocolate melted in his mouth as the saliva began to break it down and Rex moaned in appreciation, then he turned over and snuggles down into the blankets. Kix came back around and smiled to himself.
"Guess it worked." He asked Rex. "Yeah, definitely." Kix took the rest of his stuff and touched Rex's forehead again. "Still have a slight fever. Here, drink this and it should be gone by tomorrow." Kix handed him a small cup filled with liquid. Rex tilted his head back and swallowed half of the white, pasty stuff and he instantly gagged. "Choy bu kriff!" Rex cussed and Kix snorted, he said, "It's not that bad, now take the rest of it and go to sleep. Night." And he walked away. "Goodnight Kix." Rex felt slightly disgusted, yet warm and better, the wound had stopped hurting a while ago and he was just happy. He hopes that tomorrow he'll be blessed to see Eida before they most likely get picked up by the larty. But for now, he needs some well-earned rest.
Corel Village
The next day, 0700 (7:00 a.m.)
*birds tweeting*
The beams of the rising sun warmed up the surface of Corellia, painting the landscape in a warm hue. It felt good to not be in a cold environment anymore. The troops were already up and busy cleaning up the village, aiding the injured and slowly starting to load up the ships again. Jesse and Kix were ordered by Captain Rex to pick up Eida from the main hut to help them search for her parents. When the two entered the house Eida immediately ran towards them and jumped so Jesse could pick her up. He scooped her up into his arms, "Hey ad'ika! You slept well, I assume?“ He chuckled. Eida nodded, smiling brightly, "Yep!" She wiggled in his grasp, "Glad to hear it.“ Jesse replied. "We came to pick you up, it’s time to find your parents, don’t you think?“ Kix chimed in, motioning for them to go outside. "Yes! I miss them so much!“ She said, getting excited about seeing her family again.
They walked outside and just stood there for a minute. It was quite a big village. Where would they start their search?
"Do you know where your home is? Could you point us in a direction?“ Jesse asked Eida while Kix was looking around. "Um, I don’t go outside alone, always with my family. But our house is close to a big fireplace and our house has little bells hanging on the door.“ Eida replied, trying to picture her home in her head. She then looked around, trying to remember which way they would always take to get back home. "I think that way!“ She yells, pointing to their left. They started walking in that direction, they pointed to every house and hut asking Eida " This one?“ Every time, to which she shook her head. About a couple minutes passed and Jesse thought about what they could do in the meantime. "So, what are your parents names?“Jesse asked, maybe it would help with the search. Also, he was trying to start a conversation.
"Uhh…“ Eida was confused, "Uhm, I don’t think children call their parents by their names, Vod.“ Kix replied, chuckling slightly. "Oh.“ Jesse replied dumbfounded. It surprised him every time when they were out on missions how little they actually knew about the outside world. They continued to walk for a while, pointing to more houses and asking Eida if they were hers. They reached a fireplace which was surrounded by beautifully painted benches and tree trunks. "This is the fireplace! Over there is my house!“ Eida squealed excitedly, scrambling out of Jesse‘s arms and running towards her door. The two troopers followed her, coming to a halt beside her. Eida had already knocked on the blue and yellow painted door, it had intricate swirls and circles painted onto the wood and there were purple bells hanging from the doorframe.
The girl hopped from one leg to another, when a Brunette woman, around the age of 24 opened the door. Her eyes widened immediately and she picked up Eida with a relieved sigh and held her close, stroking her hair. Kix and Jesse watched the pair, smiling. The woman looked back into the house and shouted, "Lillian! Eida‘s home!! She’s back!!“ while tears streamed down her smiling face. She turned back to the men, never letting go of her daughter and grinned, "I can’t thank you enough! We were worried sick! Thank you for bringing her back!“ Jesse stepped up to explain what happened, "Actually, Ma‘am, our Captain rescued her, not us. She was running into the forest and Commando droids followed her. Our Captain was shot, but he‘s fine now.“ He glanced over at the medic and Kix nodded.
In that moment, another woman with black, curly hair came running towards the door, and when Eida spotted her she squealed, "MOMMY!“ and practically jumped into her arms. Meanwhile, the Brunette woman extended her hand to the two men, who shook it gently. "I cannot express how grateful we are, my wife and I, we didn't want to believe she was..she didn't make it. Our two other children got hurt pretty bad, so we couldn’t leave them to go look for her yet! Please tell your Captain how thankful we are! If there’s anything we can do. "— "Thank you, Ma‘am, but it's our job. We’re glad the little one is safe now!“ Jesse replied. "Then… I'd like to at least thank your Captain personally. If it weren’t for him, She might not be… I don’t even want to think about it!“ The woman said, looking at the two soldiers with hopeful eyes.
Her wife came to stand next to her, putting her free arm around her while still holding the happy girl in her other arm. "I’d like that too! It's the least we could do." Lillian smiled. Jesse and Kix looked at each other, not sure if that was allowed and then they both shrugged and turned back to the family. "The Captain is in one of our shelters, he’s still healing, but I don’t think he would mind saying goodbye to Eida!“ Jesse replied while turning to gesture in the direction where the shelters were. "We should go now since we are leaving quite soon.“ Kix suggested, checking the time. The two women looked at each other, silently communicating. "I’ll come with you, my wife has to stay with the other kids.“ Lillian replied. The Brunette nodded, thanking the soldiers one last time and gave her daughter a pat on the head and her wife a kiss, then headed back inside when she heard their son cry.
*door closes*
– – –
The four were on their way back to the shelter. During their walk, they talked about the attack on the village and about the rescue of Eida. The two men found out that Lillian helped to fight off the droids while her wife tried to find all the village younglings and helped the injured. "That was very noble of you." Jesse respected her. They arrived at the shelter a few minutes later and went inside to discover it was way more empty than it was when Kix was last in there; most of the beds were empty and a few troopers were already starting to put away equipment and getting ready for pickup. To their left was Rex. He was sitting on his bed leaning against the wall behind him, reading a holopad.
When Eida spotted him she wiggled out of her mom's grasp and ran towards him, jumping onto his bed, to which he dropped the holopad; startled by the sudden movement. When he spotted Eida though, he smiled brightly.
"Hey there ad‘ika! Glad to see you’re okay!“ He said warmly, putting the holopad beside him on the table. "Yes! Your brothers brought me back to my home! That’s my mommy!“ She said excitedly, pointing to Lillian, who approached the bed. She extended her hand to the Captain, who took it and offered a small bow of his head. "Captain, you have our eternal gratitude. Without you, our daughter would've never made it home. Everything you and your troops have done to protect the village will never be forgotten." Lillian gestures to him and to the many men gathering their equipment with a soft, motherly smile on her face. The gratitude was gleaming brightly in her eyes like the hot orb of Helios. Rex felt warmth crawl up to his cheeks. Not many people thanked him for his work and his sacrifices, he'd accept awards, medals and even the Jaig eyes that now rested upon his helmet but they were definitely not like this. He looked at her and then at Eida.
"Uh–Thank you, Ma‘am. But this is our job, it’s what I was trained to do. I’m glad to know that the little one is safe!“ Rex smiled, trying to sound formal. The woman smiled back. "If there is anything you’ll ever need, our family will forever be in your debt.“ She replied sincerely. Rex looked at her and wanted to reply but figured it would be best to just simply nod in appreciation, so he did. They both smiled at Eida, who was playing with a bandage that she found at the edge of the bed, trying to neaten it up again. The three of them kept a light conversation for a few more minutes when a trooper in 212th colors approached Rex‘s bed and stood at attention.
"Sir, everything is being packed up and brought back to the ships, we‘re leaving at 01000“ He said, handing a datapad to the Captain. "Understood. Thank you. " Rex dismisses the trooper before reading the pad.
The trooper saluted, Eida watched the military gesture before he walked away to help with the packing. "Well, I guess I better get up, before they put me away along with the medical supplies.“ He joked, starting to get up. "And I think it's our time to leave, tell the Captain goodbye Eida.“ Lillian said to her child, who was looking up at Rex with big wet eyes. "Can you stay?“ Eida asked, tears welling up. *sighs* Rex wished he could. He didn’t want to hurt the child. Don't get attached. he thought, but he knew it was already too late.
He would definitely miss the little ad‘ika. "I… gotta go home, just like you did little one.“ Rex sighed. He couldn't give her the, "I'm a soldier and I have a duty" speech, she was too young to understand. But the one thing she definitely would never hear from him is the truth, that he was "a slave to the Republic and had no choice but to follow his Superior‘s orders". "Will you… will you come back? Please?“ the little one sniffled. Haar'chak! Why was this so difficult? It broke Rex’s heart. He would love to come back. But he knew he wouldn't live long enough to do so. "One day, I will. We'll see each other again, little one. Ok?" Was all he could say. It was a lie, he couldn’t promise anything. But he couldn’t bare to look at the child's eyes and see her heart break.
*sniffles*
Eida started to cry and crawled over to the Captain to hug him, trying to hold back her sniffles as good as possible. Rex was startled at this, he wasn’t used to hugs, but he smiled down at her and patted her head. "Ok." Eida responded with a sigh into his chest and smiled to herself, Rex's core felt warm; like something in his heart was budding, he's had this feeling before when he bonded with his brothers between battles and during cadet training on Kamino. It made him feel good, like he was just, happy.
Entrance of Corel Village
01000 (10:00 a.m. Larty pick-up)
The ships were fully loaded and ready for takeoff by the time 10 a.m. rolled around and all the villagers gathered at the front to say farewell. The Generals along with Commander Cody, Commander Tano and Captain Rex spoke with the Village Chief, saying their goodbyes. "Your village should be armed and prepared well enough. If they come back, we'll send assistance if able to. The Separatists are relentless.“ General Kenobi informed the Chief kindly. "Thank you, General Kenobi. Your help is much appreciated. If there is anything you should ever need, our village is forever in your debt." The Chief smiles, he offered the Generals' a small bow. The Jedi mirrored the gesture while the two Clone troopers stood at attention and saluted. Eida watched the military gesture from the crowd once again, she was surrounded by her family.
All the troopers lifted themselves up into the larties and looked down at the villagers. The younger villagers cheered and waved. Commander Ahsoka joined her crew in the 2nd larty with her Master. *engines starting* A few moments later, the ships lifted upwards into the sky, leaving the small village below. Force, I need to take a nap when I get back. The Captain looked out the open bay doors and stared at the ground below, the only thing he saw was a little figure running over to the empty ground where they had been, waving. "Goodbye! Goodbye Rex!" Eida screamed. Fives and the others chuckled and Jesse smiled, "Heyyy! Stay safe kid!" He yelled out, even though she might not have heard them.
Ahsoka elbowed Rex in the side. He turned to look at her and General Skywalker, "Looks like you made a friend Rex." Anakin grinned and Rex chuckled and waved back at Eida. She smiled and then lowered her hand to imitate the military salute, she memorized what the troopers did to each other. Her figure grew smaller and smaller, so far away as they lifted further away and her mothers' stood at the entrance with her siblings they were watching her. Rex smiled to himself. "Goodbye Ad'ika." And they were enveloped in darkness.
*Bay doors shut*
~Fin~
That's the end of the story!!! 🎊 *pauses* *leans over to listen to Captain* Oh. Oh! Really?! Well then, hold on folks, just wait. I just received word that there's a bonus!! Yes, you heard right, it's not quite over yet!
BONUS
Coruscant
2 weeks later
Clone troopers walked up and down the lowered ramp of the Resolute as they were docked on a durasteel platform. Everyone was moving around in patterns, hopping left and right and dodging each other when they almost collided and then they just continued on. The shinies were struggling to keep up with their ori’vod, they are more experienced in these kinds of pickups but the younger clones were not; so if they got in their way they basically got trampled. Used as doormats. Tup watches his older brothers speed walk down the long ramp and disappear into the crowd, he decided to stand next to the wall and wait till someone told him to join in and actually work. Jesse’s gaze scanned the entire pickup platform till his eyes landed on the infamous blue Jaig eyes of Captain Rex. Jesse walked up to him, as he got closer he saw that the Captain was inspecting the cargo, new supplies probably. “Sir, do you need any help with this?” Jesse asked, pointing to the shipment boxes. The Captain shot his brother a quick look and said “Yes, actually I was going to get someone to help anyways, your timing is perfect.”
“Great.” Jesse reached over and started to heave up a big, heavy crate from the transport ship and set it down outside next to the ramp. When he went back inside to pick up the next one he spotted a metal crate that had colorful splotches all over it. He read the label and said, “Hey, Rex! We got some new paint! Finally, our armor really needs some touch ups!” he lifted the crate and carried it outside as well. “It’s been a long time since you touched yours up, too. And it’s been ages since you added anything to it!” He mentioned and turned to the Captain.
Rex looked at him and picked up another crate. “I don’t really have time to worry about my armor Jesse.” he said, thinking this would dismiss the topic. “But what about adding something new, how about a little tribute to that girl on Corellia, what’s her name, uh..” “Eida." Rex said immediately, “Uh… that wouldn’t be appropriate for a Captain.” Rex added, walking back to the ship. Jesse followed him and said “Ah, come on Rex. We could give her a name...Cuyan! You could put that on there! It wouldn’t be obvious!” Jesse recommended. “Jesse, I said no. Now, help me unload this ship so we can get some rest.” Captain Rex replied, picking up another crate, leaving a frowning Jesse in the ship.
5 minutes later….
The clone troopers finished loading up the cargo and made their way back into the Resolute, some empty handed; specifically the shinies, and the older troopers were holding extra crates. Ahsoka and General Skywalker observed from the platform as their men worked and Ashoka helped from time to time but usually the men wanted to do it themselves. Either they were trying to show off to their fellow brothers or they just didn't want the Commander doing their job, Ahsoka insisted and she helped maybe 5 troopers with the work till she couldn’t find any others. “Well, that’s the last of it.” Jesse smiled at the crate he just lowered to the ground, “Guess we’re going to lift off sometime soon around dinner. Wanna join me in the mess?” Rex looked over at Jesse when he realized he was addressing him. “Oh, um, yes. After I undress and everything.” he nodded before heading towards the bay doors which led to a hallway.
*silence*
“Alright, spit it out.' Rex said, he knew Jesse wanted to say something, he just groaned in annoyance when he heard it, "I swear it wouldn't be a bad idea just to paint 'Cuyan' on your armo–" "I said no! Now drop it." Rex glared at him. Jesse raised both hands in surrender and shrugged, "Ok, fine fine." He gave the Captain a side glance before keeping up with him. Jesse exhaled and shook his head, "I'll probably just ask Kix if he'll want to do it with me then. You know, it would be nice because I don't want to be alone doing it." Jesse tried to guilt trip him. Rex just continued walking and contemplated the idea for a moment, "Yeahh, you should do that." Jesse did not guilt trip him at all, he failed.
Jesse raised an eyebrow and followed his Captain down another right turn. "Oh, and I'd like to see the design you plan with Kix. Yeah." Rex smiled and headed down a left hall towards the bunks. Jesse stood alone in the blanched, brightly lit hall and watched Rex continue forward until he disappeared around a corner. "Ok Cap. We'll see about that." Jesse smiled to himself and walked in the opposite direction towards the med-bay.
Back in his quarters, Rex unclipped his chest plate and pulled it off with ease, he's done it so many times it's like muscle memory. He had his own space and didn't sleep with anyone else, just him; but sometimes it got pretty lonely so most times he goes to the mess, the sparring room or shooting range. Anywhere where there were fellow brothers he could talk to, or he used the comm. *sighs* Rex left his armor on the bed and stepped into the shower in the next room over. A small bathroom meant for one person use only so here he was, privacy finally and no obnoxious vod'ikas. The shower turns on by a simple press of a button and hot water was sprayed out in consistent rainfall, the perfect pressure and temperature.
(Warning: Rex thirst inbound *panicking sounds*)
Rex groaned as the water got into the creases and crooks, loosening the tightness in the overworked muscles; he closed his eyes and relaxed as the water droplets dripped down his bleached hair softly and it just cascaded down upon his perfectly toned body and the water defined his well organized, worked out frame. It pretty much massaged his aching muscles, his lips parted as he inhaled deeply in relaxation. Rex slapped his palm onto the wall in front of him, closing his eyes and allowed the water to flow down the back and front of his neck. The sensation of the steamy water calms me, it just takes my mind off of things. His thoughts swirled, it was like he was standing under an everlasting waterfall. The steam lifted from the shower and floated around the room above, making the tiled floor gleam and the mirror fog up.
4 minutes later….
Rex stepped out of the shower wrapped in a white towel and made his way back into the bedroom, he shuffles on some fresh blacks and mosied on out of his bunk. He planned to go to the mess and eat something before heading up to the sparring room. A good plan for a good day. Rex walked further and further from his room until he was far from earshot. Out of the corner Jesse snuck his way around and chuckled before smashing in the code to Rex's room, how he got the codes? No one will ever know. Jesse looked over both his shoulders, making sure no one saw him before he went into the room, the door closing behind him with a *swoosh*. He looked around the room and he couldn’t remember ever being in Rex's bunk before. The room was illuminated by a light coming from the small desk; the bed was neatly made, just like the rest of the Captain's room and there was a dresser where his clothes were probably located. Jesse decided against snooping around because he didn’t want to further violate his brother's trust. He did however, spot three photos attached to the wall right over the pillow where Rex slept.
The first picture was of: Rex, General Skywalker and Commander Tano, after a battle, the second one showed Rex and a few of his brothers and Jesse could easily spot himself on the picture too. He smiled at that. The third picture showed no one, it was just a beautiful sunset; a purple sky dipped into a ray of orange and yellow, peaceful and it made Jesse feel warm just looking upon it. Jesse didn’t understand the last one though. Why would the Captain hang up a picture like that? He shrugged and picked up the chestplate from the neatly stacked pile of armor and put it on the desk before him. He eagerly puts down the paint and his brush, when he halted in his movements. Should he really do this? He and the Captain trusted each other with their lives and he didn’t want to break that trust. Jesse placed down the brush and picked up a piece of paper from a stack resting on the desk and a blue pen, and started writing. When he was done, he read it over again, smiled and sat down to start his brilliant plan.
— — —
The mess hall was loud, just like after every mission. Rex didn’t understand how his brothers could muster up the energy to be this loud after an exhausting mission. Must be all the adrenaline. He decided to block out the constant chatter and continued eating his ration bars. Rex never realized how hungry he really was until he started eating. It’s like his body pretends not to be hungry just so that he can stay focused. He was peacefully eating his meal when suddenly, three of his brothers slid onto the bench across from him. Hardcase, Kix and Jesse. Ah, here we go again…
Rex looked up at them, slightly annoyed that they disrupted his state of tranquility. They were all smiling like innocent angels. "Heya Captain!“ Hardcase said in a loud, excited voice. "Hello Hardcase." Rex answered in a normal monotone voice, continuing to eat his ration. When no one said anything else he raised his head again and asked, "How are you guys? I barely saw you the last few days. Except for Jesse. Everything's okay, I hope?“ The three troopers looked at each other and then back at the Captain again. "Yes, we’re fine, as usual. I'm sorry in advance if I am reading too much into this, but is everything alright with you, Sir? Because you don't look so fine yourself.“ Kix asked, looking at the Captain slightly worried. "Yes, I'm fine. Just very busy, nothing else.“ Rex replied, and when the trio still looked at him doubtfully, he gave them a slight smile. That seemed to sell it.
They all talked about the upcoming training and about other half–important things for a while. When the conversation shifted to an uncomfortable topic for the clone captain, he excused himself, got rid of his tray and headed back to his room. Jesse watched him leave and raised an eyebrow mixed with confusion and concern. When Rex exited the mess he felt eyes following him, but he decided not to turn around because he was way too exhausted to be bothered. Screw the sparring room. While walking he went over his mental checklist. He still needed to write a few reports and then he can finally go to bed. Rex reached his room at last and turned on the lights, scanning his room just like he always did; the Captain immediately noticed his chest plate resting on the desk—where he definitely didn’t put it—and walked up to it. Frowning, he spotted the piece of paper that was neatly placed over the piece of armor and he picked it up.
Sir,
Don’t worry, I didn’t touch your stuff. Just this chest piece. Since you weren’t going to paint your armor, I did it for you and look, you can thank me later. Hugs and butterfly kisses,
Jesse
P.S. I did look at the photos. I love you too, brother! :)
Rex rolled his eyes and started getting angry. What was this little di‘kut doing in my quarters? The next time I see him, I swear to all nine hells I– That's when Rex spotted the blue word painted on his chest piece, just above where the chest piece meets the stomach, 'Cuyan', was written in Aurabesh and looked to be very neatly done, with a few accents surrounding it. Rex wanted to be mad at Jesse for breaking into his quarters, and for vandalizing his armor, but all he could do was smile. He reached for the chestpiece and ran his thumb over the dried words.
The next day
0600 (6:00 a.m.)
The 501st was getting ready for duty. Everyone was in full armor already when their Captain stepped into the barracks. “Captain on deck!“ Someone shouted, and they all stood at attention simultaneously. “At ease, brothers.“ Rex replied, scanning the room for Jesse. He approached him immediately and Jesse was getting visibly tense. The Captain came to a halt in front of him and just when Jesse readied himself to get yelled at for breaking into the Captain’s quarters, Rex poked him in the chest once and said, “Don’t go into my quarters ever again, understood?“ He said it in a low but stern voice, Jesse looked up at his Ori’vod and he thought he was going to see a frown and eyes filled with disappointment but instead he saw the corners of the Captain’s mouth form into a smile. They looked at each other for a second, communicating without speaking, and Jesse said “Sir, yes, Sir.” and smirked.
Jesse was glad he didn’t get in trouble, he knew however Kix would reprimand him for it later but he wasn’t scared of him; until he gets his hands on a syringe. But Jesse was going to make sure he couldn’t find him for the rest of the day. All the troopers went on with their business. Carrying heavy loads around: crates, carts and machinery, they spoke with one another and quickly made way for incoming brothers who were carrying extremely heavy loads to the hangar bay. The sun was shining down on them again and the city in the distance was as beautiful as ever; hopefully they didn’t go back out into battle anytime soon and just stay here on Coruscant, where they were safe. But that was unlikely because they were soldiers.
Ahsoka waved from where she stood next to Anakin as Rex passed and he gestured back to them. Rex learned something during this commission and he was sure his brothers did too: that the ones you saved become your family in some way, they’re appreciative and never forget; especially the little ones, Eida will always remember the soldiers that saved her and her home. War has its ups and downs, negatives an all, but it can also have some positive things result from it as well. Rex passed Jesse and the boys and they all smirked at him. Captain Rex smiled back, gave a two fingered salute and they all grinned happily in response, especially Jesse. Mission accomplished, Jesse thought. Rex continued walking, he inhaled the lukewarm summer air, everything was the usual except for one thing; the Captain of the 501st seemed to be puffing out his chest more than usual, and some people even caught him smiling. What a strange thing to notice? Not something you see everyday.
The End.
Its over guys!! *falls to knees* It's finally overrrrr!! *voice echoes* This was such an amazing journey from start to finish and I just want to say, thank you for joining us! 💕💕 This was amazing and I loved every single minute of it and just.... *sniffles* My brain hurts though, just saying🤣 but anyways! THANK YOU for joining me @angelwars11 and my special Captain @colorfulloverbatturkey on this wonderful journey and I hope to see you again soon! (Not too soon though, cause I'm tired😵) Goodbye everyone!! 👋🏼👋🏼
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My problems with S3
Salty rant in no particular order below the cut
What the HELL happened to the Byers? They went from being the emotional heart of the show to literally having one brief scene together in ep1 and then Will and Joyce had a hug by the end of ep8, which btw Jonathan DIDN’T EVEN JOIN IN ON??? He was literally in the background in that scene, are you trying to tell me my boy Jonathan Byers would not come out to hug his family after all that shit they just went through???? Jonathan and Will spent like what, four episodes standing next to each other and they barely even exchanged a single line?? Not a comforting touch, a hug, anything??
The Byers’ financial situation and how that could’ve given them some interaction, weight to Joyce’s desire to move and also the Byers talking about that AT ALL was lying right there for the taking. Joyce and Jonathan both had obvious concerns about losing their jobs
Joyce got to spend time doing something else than worrying about Will this season which was nice (instead running after manchild Hopper, great), but where are the repercussions of that? With the growing up theme I was hoping for Joyce to start to look into herself, about letting go and who she is when she’s not a mom
Jonathan was once again reduced to being Nancy’s sidekick, spending most of his time following her around and standing next to her while she drove the plot forward with a vengeance. He spent most of his time in the beginning being an abrasive grump and his pov was barely there with the lack of Byers fam content, which made his argument seem as weak as it did in s2. His scenes with Nancy hit the ground running, were rushed and few and far between. As soon as Jonathan was not by Nancy’s side he disappeared entirely from the plot until she called on him again. He didn’t have one single scene without her
Nancy Wheeler would never, ever stoop so low as to mock Jonathan for a) his socioeconomic position and b) his trauma with his dad. A super ooc low blow. Nancy can obviously be ignorant about how economical strife affects others, but actively mocking him??? This is not the Nancy that approached Jonathan “the freak” in s1 and expressed her concerns despite the entire school side-eyeing her. At least Jonathan got to sass back at her later
Where was Nancy’s backstory that was hinted at before the season? Was hoping for her to get some development OUTSIDE of her rallying to save the world 24/7
Will starts out the season having a semblance of an interesting, very relatable arc (abandonment issues, afraid of growing up, done with The Straights) that then goes nowhere in lieu of The Plot and Will just... doesn’t have a lot of beef with the MF. This thing and the other monsters of the UD fucked him for life, let him have something badass to do like I dunno, give him powers you cowards, let him fight the MF you cowards
Also let Will talk to his family about his issues, or have it be a point that Jonathan is now busy with Nancy and how he misses him. Jonathan being somewhat conflicted about spending all this time outside his family and the potential guilt and effect that has on him. Will destroyed Castle Byers that he and Jonathan built together, where the hell were my brotherly feels???
There was a lot of talk about “new pairings” with the characters, but everything felt very same-y. Jopper goes off on their own, jancy does the same thing, El and Mike have a ton of screentime devoted to just them, Steve and Dustin amped up their bromance to eleven, etc. Even when characters that usually aren’t grouped together were in the same scenes, they barely got anything to say or do (Lucas being said to “become closer with Jancy” was a flat out lie or referred to literally physically standing next to them). Where was Nancy and Joyce solidarity, El and Will siblings, Mike and Nancy bonding over their family falling apart, Jonathan and literally anyone but Nancy?
Villain focus completely shifted from the US government to the spoopy, evil Russians with their spoopy language. Stereotypical, tacky and bland af. Being American is Great and in no way problematic! Go patriotism/capitalism!
The abundance of action and cgi. Omg all of the action sequences. It felt like 70% of the season was spent on El throwing shit around with her powers and Hopper fighting Russian dudes. I remember being halfway through the season and thinking they really should’ve slowed down the plot. But that’s an issue with too little time for too many characters. I had no time to bond with any of the characters I liked since the plots were So Big and So Many that they ate up every opportunity for emotional intimacy and reflection. We had time for a goddamn ad for coke but not for the Byers to interact like once???
Also the whole infection/MF working in the shadows thing? Completely wasted potential. It was set up to induce paranoia in the characters and the MF tricking, playing with and torturing them, people not knowing who to trust which could’ve lead to some really compelling scenes. Nope, it’s just a big meaty version of the MF and now it’s running around town trying to fuck El up while nobody conveniently notices and tons of people died but who cares
Robin was shoehorned into the plot and magically had all the skills it took to figure out the code, could decipher Russian with no previous knowledge (the languages she listed as knowing are not at all related to Russian and why tf does she know so many languages??). At least she slapped Stobin in the face and gave us some actual LGBT rep since the doofuses are hellbent on beating around the bush with Will infinitely
Erica was 100% SASS and nothing else. It got old really quick
The entire plotline with Steve/Dustin/Erica/Robin took up about 60% of screentime with memes and sassy jokes and provided about 5% of relevance in the grand scheme of the plot. Everything they found out in the Russian facility could’ve been relayed by the Russian guy Jopper kidnapped
Which btw, why did a random Russian dude take up that much screentime? He had way more emotional development than 80% of the core cast. Also did we need that much Murray?
Speaking of, I did not need Murray doing his creepy, invasive psycho analysis thing on Jopper like he did Jancy last season. It was terrible and lazy writing then and it’s terrible and lazy now
Steve complaining about popularity “not being that great really” made me want to punch him in the face even more than usual. Nobody gives two shits about a rich white boy who got everything he pointed at, all the popularity and more girls than he could count at school while stomping on the outcasts
Also didn’t need that jab at Nancy in his heartfelt scene with Robin (which was funny bc Robin has a lot of similar traits to Nancy)
Karen and Billy was gross, but at least Karen stopped herself to go back to her unfulfilling but legally sound marriage. No need to rock that boat unnecessarily! A completely mediocre man is just fine for her I guess. At least she got a kickass scene with Nancy
Why in the fucking world did Billy get as much screentime as he did. Why on earth did this asshat, racist abuser get some bs sob story about his awful childhood when we have 47 other, way more sympathetic and interesting characters that could’ve been explored instead. And then he did some stupid “grand heroic sacrifice”. I cried more when the Russian dude died
Max was a victim of Billy’s abuse for years which was completely undermined by her ooc constant concern for him and overblown grief at his death
El being oh so concerned about Billy when she knew he was the asshole who had abused his friends Max and Lucas (and beat up Steve) before felt really insincere
Hopper was a huge, loud, violent jerk this season and I’m not having it. I felt sorry for Joyce having to put up with him and then he presumably died heroically (??? he’s obviously still alive guys) and I...didn’t really care? Was kind of on the Jopper train but have no hopes for it now. Where was their supposed “history” together that was hinted at before the season? It just felt like Hopper constantly acting like a huge, controlling manchild and Joyce having to pep/comfort/discipline him. No sense of back and forth support
What the fuck was that music number with Dustin and Suzie?? Omg cringe. I could feel how the characters all died inside
On the subject of music, they stole Jancy’s theme song and gave it to Steve and Robin and then Mileven. Mileven also stole Jancy’s “I love you”, which was clearly hinted from the name of the song on the soundtrack titled “The first I love you”, which is literally a rehash of their theme “The first lie” in s2. A huge slap in the face to end the season with
#st3 spoilers#stranger things#stranger things 3#I am a salty bitch rn :))))))#this is only my initial problems#I'm sure I'll think of more
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xukun concert rant ahead 🌟
ok so i saw xukun live (i also saw my girl @rebelliousphan) and DAMN i need to rant. im also doing this bc i have lil memory problems so. let’s get it - woodie gochild
first; we waited two fucking hours with a dj (it was so. damn. long. but that dj was lowkey lit) everyone was pushing everyone, i almost got in a fight with a girl (the only thing that kept us from fighting was the language barrier skksksksks)
at some point, after two fucking hours, i saw some dude putting bottles in a thing? i got mad english skills yes and so i knew it was going to Happen Finally Wow
i was near the barrier btw, and they were pushing during the whole concert (i spent my time apologising to the girls in front of me who were at the barrier, rip them)
so y’all. at some point everything went fucking silent and xukun appeared?? i was ready to sue him fr i had waited for so long??
the first thing that striked me was,, His Fucking Charisma Homies
crazy. that shit’s crazy. he walked in and my ass was even more whipped than before-
honestly he holds sO much power he could’ve stepped in and then left and it would have been amazing
so he started somehow dj-ing? that shit was lit as fUck, also there were flames at some point and that shit was unbearable (bc we were all dying from hotness bc of the pit and human contact, and the fire was even hotter i felt like grilled chicken thanks)
so he was behind the dj thingy right. at some point homeboy climbed on it, and then came closer on the scene and wow girlies were pushing me so much?? honey ur not gonna touch him? chill?? and he did his usual xukun shit and that was Hot
then he? told us to wait a second? so he disappeared and came back in another outfit, hotter than ever
he sang some of his songs!! that seems logical but fuck u ok at the beginning he wasn’t ksksks (im so disappointed he didn’t do i wanna get love smh)
you can be my girlfriend almost got me crying, feels hit too hard wtf
wait wait wait was a masterpiece too. he was mesmerising and i thought he was going to swallow my soul with his pretty voice
ALSO AT THE END HE SAID THANK YOU IKUNS, THANK YOU NINES I FUCKING SOBBED
he remembers us?? us nines?? he got me all emotional damn fuck him i hate xukun
after saying thanks, he left. and my will to live left too.
tbh? it was amazing. despite being squished by violent and hypocritical girls, it was awesome (i wish it was longer actually, we waited 2 hours for a 50 minutes long concert yk)
i can also proudly say that i saw the Cai Xukun drinking and that was a Lifetime Experience
also his VOICE FUCK‼️
it’s a whole ass mix of raspy, lazy and lowkey teasing end me pls im in love with him
no fr he is extremely attractive through a screen, through earphones and in real life too. it wasn’t a joke. that mf really owns me. i don’t want a date if it ain’t xukun.
after i left the concert place, i had the jOy to meet my girl popy (and her friend sara) nd wow the sweetest girl :(
this concert was by far my favorite one out of all the concert i went to (i had only seen french rappers :( i love y’all mfs but xukun yo)
also my friend filmed a fansite putting her camera on my head, enjoy this video
(yeah so. im extra short. and my head’s flat. i was too shy to tell her to mOVE SKSKSKS) ((make this video go viral honestly it cracks me up))
so this concludes my concert rant!! i’ll post pictures and videos later (if y’all want lol)
#xukun#cai xukun#cpop#nine percent#npc xukun#nine percent cai xukun#nine percent xukun#npc cai xukun#npc#swim#swims#alix🥰xukun#The Concert Hehe
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They can’t know
Emile lives with Patton and Virgil and hates being sick. He refuses to let his boyfriends (Toby and Remy) know that anything is wrong though, he doesn’t want them worrying about him. (Human au btw).
If you have any advice or ideas, let me know! I love feedback and I want to improve so...
(I kinda feel like I did a bad job with keeping Emile’s character but I’m thinking he’s just feeling off cause he’s sick so he’s not as loud and bubbly.)
Pairings: ORE, lots of platonic Patile?(does Emile x Patton have a name??) background Prinxiety
Warnings: Throwing up, hospital visit, little bit of swearing, I don’t think there’s anything else? Let me know though!
Patton rushed into the bathroom as soon as he heard the retching from the living room. Emile was leaning over the toilet, shaking and gasping. Patton grabbed a cloth and ran it under warm water, he silently handed the cloth to Emile as he sat back on the tiled floor. They were quiet for a moment, Emile wiped his face and groaned. Patton frowned, “Emmy, you’ve been throwing up for two days. Maybe you should see a doctor?”
Emile shook his head, “No, no. I’m fine, it’ll pass.” He smiled weakly, “Don’t worry Pat, I’ve got you taking care of me.”
Patton sighed, “You should at least tell Remy and Toby, they-”
“No! I don’t want either of them to see me like this,” Emile interrupted, he coughed loudly. “Please Patton. Don’t tell them.” He pleaded.
Virgil appeared in the doorway, “That cough sounds worse man. By the way while you were throwing up, Remy called.”
Patton shot Emile a look, Emile glowered at him and coughed again. “What did you tell him?”
“That you were sleeping, he seemed understanding once I told him work had been tough today.” Virgil stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Emile nodded, that was a lie, he hadn’t been to work in a week. He coughed weakly. Patton gently pushed Emile’s bangs out of his eyes, “Please take a nap. You look terrible.”
Emile nodded wordlessly and let Patton help him off the floor. Virgil stepped out of the way as they went down the hall to Emile’s room.
Patton flicked the light off as he left, leaving Emile alone in his dark bedroom. His throat itched and his mouth tasted like garbage. He tried to get comfortable in the piles of cushions and blankets. His limbs felt like lead and he just lay there, he wanted to sleep so badly but his mind wouldn’t shut off, under the covers he felt hot and itchy. The moment he tried to shove off the blankets his temperature dropped and he shivered. He craved warmth but he was too weak to reach the covers again. He moaned and curled into a ball. Shivering in the dark, his eyes slowly closed and he tediously fell into an unsettled sleep.
When Emile woke the clock read 7:16pm. His sheets were still in a heap on the floor but he wasn’t cold anymore. His throat still itched and his head ached. Emile slowly eased himself up from the cushions and coughed violently. As he lowered his feet onto the ground again the door opened quietly, letting in a stream of light.
“Hey Emmy,” Patton said gently.
Emile coughed again, “Hi Patton.” he croaked.
Emile stood from his bed and stumbled forward a few steps. He gasped as his head spun and he attempted to regain his balance. Patton rushed forward to support him. He frowned, “Em, you look worse. Please, please let me invite them over, Remy and Toby are helpful and they care about you. They could help you better than I could.”
“No. Please, I can’t-” Emile groaned, he suddenly lurched away from Patton and ran into Virgil as he tried to escape down the hall. He moaned again and pushed past him, he kicked open the bathroom door and threw up into the sink. Patton and Virgil rushed in just behind him. Virgil gagged and shut his eyes, slowly backing out of the room as Emile vomited. Patton squeezed his shoulder and closed the bathroom door so their anxious friend couldn’t see them. He rubbed Emile’s back as he retched. “Aw, Emmy. I’m sorry kiddo.”
Emile rinsed his mouth out and coughed. Virgil slowly opened the door again, he quietly watched Emile sit down on the closed toilet lid and Patton wash the sink. No one spoke and the silence sat uncomfortably in the room. Emile groaned and slumped against the toilet. Patton sighed sympathetically and rubbed his shoulder.
“Virge!” A voice called from the front door.
Virgil tensed, “Shit,” he muttered. “Coming Princey!”
He gave Emile a look of apology and ran to meet his boyfriend.
Patton watched him leave before looking back at Emile, “Roman may as well know you’re sick,”
Emile frowned.
“Roman’s probably staying the night so he’ll see you anyway and I want to sit on the couch, taking care of you because you are a stubborn idiot who refuses to let his boyfriends know he’s sick.”
Emile considered this before reluctantly letting Patton help him up. “Thanks Patton.”
“Anytime kiddo.”
“Hey guys,” Roman called. He was sitting on the armchair, Virgil was on his lap with his head buried in his boyfriend’s neck. His smile faded when noticed Emile leaning on Patton with his pale, sweaty face and tired eyes.
“Emile, you feeling okay?”
Patton lowered him onto the couch and rubbed his shoulder, “Not really,” Emile muttered, “Please don’t tell Remy or Toby though. I don’t want them to worry,”
Roman nodded, looking slightly confused, “Okay.”
Emile exhaled and leaned further into the cushions, maybe if he was lucky he might sleep a bit. He snuggled into Patton’s chest and closed his eyes as the others put some Disney movie on.
Emile faded in and out of sleep as the movie continued but he sat up when he starting coughing again, he didn’t want to cough on Patton so he sat forward. He tried to take a deep breath but ended up coughing louder, it didn’t stop, Roman paused the movie and Patton rubbed his back as Emile tried to breathe through the endless chokes and gasps. He struggled to get air to his lungs, he wheezed and clambered to his feet, he stumbled into the bathroom and leaned over the sink as the coughing fit intensified, he saw his bright red face in the mirror and choked more and more. He could hardly see straight anymore. He coughed once more and saw something red in the sink, oh no, he thought as he coughed up more blood before his vision went dark and he crumpled to the floor.
Patton yelped as he rushed into the bathroom to see his best friend lying in a heap on the ground. Virgil ran in closely after and gagged the moment he smelled the blood that remained in the sink. Roman had his hand on Virgil’s hip and spun his boyfriend into his chest to protect him from the sight and smell of the crimson liquid that stained Emile’s lips. Patton choked back tears as he described the scene into his phone. Roman gently leaned Virgil against a wall where he rubbed his tearful eyes. Roman propped Emile’s head up and gently pulled him into a better position.
Patton shakily took the phone away from his ear and hung up before bursting into tears, Virgil took a few deep breaths and wrapped his arms around Patton. They hugged for a moment. Virgil silently let tears soak into Patton’s sweater while he sobbed loudly. “It’ll be okay Pat. It’ll be okay.”
Emile woke up in an unfamiliar bed, his head felt like it was full of fog and his throat burned. He slowly shifted his head to see Patton curled up against Virgil. They were both asleep, Patton had his knees pulled up against his chest and his head resting on Virgil’s shoulder who had his arm around the smaller man.
Emile moaned quietly as he attempted to get comfortable, it felt like the entire world was sitting on his chest. Every part of his body ached. Patton stirred, he soon noticed that Emile was awake and he sat forward quickly, “Hey Emmy.”
Emile smiled weakly, Virgil blinked as he woke and awkwardly adjusted himself in the chair.
Patton stood and knelt next to Emile’s bed. He squeezed his shoulder. “How are you feeling Em?”
Emile attempted to respond but no voice came out, he tried again and whispered, “Better,” he watched Patton smile sympathetically. “Where am I?” He asked softly.
“Hospital.” Virgil responded. “You coughed so hard you passed out.”
Emile frowned, “I remember blood.” He murmured.
Patton rubbed his shoulder, “You were coughing up blood but the doctor said you’d be fine. He did tell us specifically what happened but I completely blacked out once he said you’d be okay.”
Emile smiled softly, that sounded like Patton. He grimaced as his stomach hurt, he sat up too fast and loudly gasped in pain as the feeling intensified. Patton grabbed his arm, “Woah!”
Emile shook his head and hugged his stomach as he felt the vomit rise in his throat. Virgil caught on and leapt for the bin in the corner, he handed to Emile just in time for him to throw up loudly. Patton made a sad sound and rubbed his back. “Aw Em. I’m sorry.”
Emile shook his head and weakly smiled at Virgil as he took the bin away. “It’s not your fault Pat, please don’t be sorry.”
“Okay kiddo.” Patton gently eased him back down into the sheets, “Relax Emmy.”
“Emile!”
Emile looked up to see Remy enter the room, closely followed by Toby. They both saw Emile lying on the hospital bed at the same time, he looked so small, so sick. “Oh, Em,” Toby muttered, “Come here baby.”
He rushed forward to wrap his arms around Emile’s shoulders. Remy swept the bangs out of his boyfriend’s eyes and kissed his head. “Oh babe. How could you not tell us?”
Emile shrugged slightly. “I’m guessing Patton told you?”
Patton nodded as he stood. “I called them as soon as we got here, don’t get mad. They needed to know.” He left the room with Virgil before anyone could respond.
Toby frowned. “Why would you be mad at Patton? Did you not want us to know you were sick?”
“I didn’t want you to worry.” Emile responded quietly, god that sounded so stupid now, his throat itched with the effort of talking.
Remy scoffed quietly, “Babe, I love you but that’s shit.”
Toby gently nudged Emile over and lay next to him. “Remy’s right. Baby we could’ve helped you. You should’ve told us.”
Emile nodded, his throat still hurt and the thought of talking was exhausting but he spoke quietly, “I know. I’m sorry. I just -” He was cut off as he started to cough, he leaned forward a little and coughed more. Remy frowned and sat on the end of his bed, he took Emile’s hands. Toby rubbed soothing circles on his back. Once the coughing stopped, Emile leaned back and groaned miserably.
Remy squeezed his hands, “Aw babe.” He kissed his cheek, “Just go to sleep, we’ll stay with you.”
Toby nodded, “Is there anything you need? How do you feel?”
Emile wriggled further into the sheets, “My throat hurts but I’m fine.”
Toby kissed his cheek and let him snuggle into his chest, “I’m sorry baby, we’ll take care of you, try and get some rest, okay?”
Remy gracefully slipped off the bed and dragged a chair over to the edge. He gently took Emile’s hand and kissed it. “We love you babe, sleep tight.”
Emile slowly fell into a light sleep, his throat burned and his muscles ached but he felt his boyfriends hold him as he slept fitfully. They were warm and they were sweet and they stayed with him all night, and then another week at home. He watched them work together to make him sleep or drink. They made him food and comforted him when he coughed. They cuddled him and did everything in their power to make him feel better.
He saw Patton’s smirks and giggles when Remy brought him food, he noticed Virgil’s slight smiles whenever Toby kissed his cheek and promised to make him better but he honestly didn’t care. Emile had two wonderful boyfriends that loved him and looked after him and he was glad to be that lucky.
#whoops it's long#it's like 1am#oh well#emile picani#remy#sleep#toby#october#ore#emile#picani#patton#virgil#roman#logan isn't in it cause if use this universe in the future#i love the idea of baby logan#and he'd be someone's kid#ore or prinxiety?#idk#sander sides#sander sides fic#fic#fanfic#rj fic
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Meet Me In The Hallway: Peter Parker x Reader Imagine
Where he didn’t mean to hurt you.
Word Count: 664
Warnings: Language
a/n: ahh sorry this ones going to be a lil short but I got some Aunt May in there. I love her character so much. Anywayyss, this was inspired by one of my favourite songs “Meet Me In The Hallway” by one of my favourite people Harry Styles, i’ll leave the link here if you’d like to hear the song. Btw these “- -” are for the flashback scene since the lyrics are already in italic. :)
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Meet me in the hallway
Meet me in the hallway
I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?
His heart felt so heavy, like the weight of all his words and sins had collided violently with his chest. Hands clenched into fists as he walks slowly down the dimly lit hallway with his head hung low.
He didn’t mean to upset you. He didn’t mean to say all the things he said.
He didn’t want to walk away.
But he did.
And it hurt so much.
This daunting feeling of loss felt so foreign to him. He couldn’t wrap his head around the previous events and all it was doing was giving him a headache.
His hand weakly lifts up to knock on his apartment door, fidgeting with his fingers as May opens the door for him. She frowned when she took in his solemn state, ushering him in quietly.
Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you'll come around
Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we'll work it out
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we'll work it out
He drops himself onto the couch, head in hands as his mind wandered over and over the words that left his mouth just 10 minutes ago. That wasn’t me, was it? I would never say things like that, would I?
May sits down next to him, hand upon his shoulder as she looks back at him with concerned eyes.
“Peter, what happened?” she asks cautiously.
He lets out a shaky breath, “I-I screwed it up, I-she, I said some things I shouldn’t have said and now...now she hates me,” he confesses, a strained sob leaving his lips.
May wrapped her arms around her distressed nephew, pulling him into her motherly embrace, “Oh Peter, I don’t think she hates you. She could never hate you.”
“I said so many horrible things, b-but I didn’t mean it,” he stutters out, tears starting to surface in his eyes.
- “You don’t understand (Y/N)! I’m dangerous, I’m so fucking dangerous to be around. I have so many people after my head and I don’t want to involve you in that,” he screams, hands tugging at the roots of his hair in frustration.
“I get that Peter, I do, but I don’t care. I love you and I’m willing to help you and stand by you, no matter what,” you state firmly.
He shakes his head, “No, I refuse to drag you into this any longer.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” you stand your ground, keeping eye contact with him.
He growls in irritation, “I don’t need you (Y/N), I never needed your help. So I wouldn’t bother sticking around, I don’t love you” he spits bitterly.
You swallow the growing lump in your throat, “You don’t mean that.”
He laughs harshly, “But I do, I don’t care what you say.”
“Get out,” you grit your teeth.
“Excuse me?”
“Get out, and don’t come back. I don’t want to see you ever again.” -
I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves
'Cause you left me in the hallway
Give me some more
Just take the pain away
“I drove her away and said things I didn’t mean, I do love her, I love her so goddamn much May,” he cries into her chest.
She runs her hand through his hair soothingly. “She knows that Peter, she knows you love her. Just give her some time, she will come around.”
He sits back out her May’s embrace, sniffling as he looked back at her. “Do you really think so?”
She nods, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “I know so.”
We don't talk about it
It's something we don't do
'Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker imagine#avengers#avengers imagine#spider-man: homecoming#spider man imagine#spiderman
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