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griffintail · 3 years

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The Start of Something

Summary: It’s the start of a beautiful story on the Dream SMP.

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x F! Reader

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Warnings: Swearing

A/N: So the reader will have a set hair and eye color but I hardly ever mention those facts so it’s not going to be that big a deal. It’s just a point of the plot.

Oh and (Y/U/N) means YOUR USERNAME.

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(Y/N)’s POV

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I spun in my chair, adjusting my beanie as I waited for the exact moment my stream was to start. I hadn’t exactly talked to anyone on the SMP but it was still fun to stream on there. Soon, my timer went off and I fired up the stream.

“Hello magical people! Welcome back to another wonderful day on the SMP! I have levels today so hopefully we won’t need to bother Mr. Soot. We’re going to actually try and talk to people today if we’re able so, let’s see who’s on!”

I logged onto the server, hitting tab to see who was on.

“A new name! Purpled. Something tells me I want to give him the Lilac.”

<(Y/U/N)> Hello good fellows! \o

<Tubbo_> Hello! \o

<WilburSoot> Hello Ms (Y/U/N)

I smiled at the responses as I went down to my flower chest taking out a lilac as I glanced at chat.

“Two new names? Oh! Yeah, sorry guys, I already met the Dream team. They gave me a tour offline. I’m sorry. I’ll pop by and maybe say hello to Mr. Sapnap.”

I asked for Purpled’s coordinates, meeting up with him to give him his flower before going back towards my house.

“Wait, why is everyone telling me to hide my brewing stands?” I raised an eyebrow as I looked at chat. “I mean, I guess? I’m just confused.”

I kept my eye on chat trying to figure out was going on as I went home when I saw in-game chat.

<WilburSoot> general 1

“Is something going on with the gentlemen? Is that why you’re telling me? I’m not going to hop on the discord just yet because they weren’t talking to me.”

I was very curious though. I came towards Tubbo’s house seeing several of them outside his house. Tubbo threw his brewing stands at Tommy and then they all dashed into his house.

“Some shady deals going on there don’t you think? Should I check on the children like the good mother that I am?” I asked chat as I hesitated outside the gate.

There was a resounding yes in the chat and I chuckled as I adjusted my headset, the boys leaving the house.

“Ok, let’s give them a ring.” I pulled up discord taking a deep breath as I looked at their call before going in as I went back to the game. “Gentlemen?”

The first thing I heard was one of them scream and laughed as I followed them on the path.

“WOMAN! You must leave im--" Who I could assume was Tommy start before Wilbur cut in as they stopped in-game.

“No wait Tommy, remember we need to make sure everyone knows.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Know what?”

“Do you have any brewing stands or blaze rods Ms. (Y/U/N)?” Wilbur asked as though it was the most urgent matter.

“I mean yeah at my house and enderchest…”

“No, no, that’s not good as soon as we help Tubbo we need to collect yours as well.” Tommy declared and I smiled slightly at his dramatics.

“And may I ask why gentlemen?” I questioned as we started to walk again.

“Their code is all wrong! It’s all broken and if you have any you’ll just explosively shit!” Tommy exclaimed and I snorted putting a hand over my mouth.

“You should probably watch your language Mr. Innit but this is of the upmost concern then! We must help everyone! But what are you gentlemen doing to protect yourself?”

“We have a disposable sight elsewhere, as soon as we gather everything, we’ll get rid of it!” Wilbur declared.

“Well then let’s get to the nearest ender chest now!” I nodded in-game before sprinting towards Tommy’s house. “How long until it comes into effect Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit?”

“Soon, it’s of the upmost urgency that we dispose of them as quickly as possible.” Wilbur said.

“Actually, I know, I know how I can get there quicker.” Tubbo commented seeing him drinking a potion. “I have a speed pot.”

“Oh thank, oh thank god! Run, run.” Tommy commanded.

“That’s good, potions are really, really good. You should always use potions as often as often as possible where ever you can buy them.”

Now I see where this is going, shaking my head, I still followed all of them towards Tommy’s; Sapnap, Tubbo, and Tommy in front of Wilbur and I as Tubbo let out a confused sputtering.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure, I’m sure something will come up.” Wilbur brushed it off.

“I can hear starting to come up we need to get the blazes rods out! Get it out!” Tommy shouted, causing Tubbo to shout, making confused shouting to happen as I walked through the gates of Tommy’s area.

“Ok! Ok! Ok! I’ve got ‘em! I’ve got ‘em!” Tubbo announced.

“Ok! Hand them to me! Now! Now!” Tommy demanded.

“Take it! Take it! Take it!” Tubbo chanted as he threw them but as Wilbur and I stopped in front of them, Sapnap punched Tommy away and took all the blaze rods.

The shouting quieted as we watched Sapnap in surprise.

“He’s gonna, he’s gonna shit. Just watch him.” Wilbur told us.

“Oh boy.” I muttered, crouching as I backed up with the rest of them.

It became a jumble of words as the boys backed up to what Tommy called the Power Tower but I broke from them, deciding to go around the other building he had called the Cuck Shed, dashing for the ender chest. Sapnap was too focused on them as I went in to see my own gear.

Grabbing the stack of blaze rods, I hesitated as I hovered over my full netherite set, smirking to myself as I already knew the chat’s answer. I muted on Discord looking at my Twitch chat.

“Should I be ready to become the goddess chat? I mean, as far as I can tell, Tommy and Wilbur have nothing and Tubbo has iron but Sapnap now has all the cards with enchanted diamond sooooo…”

Before I had even finished my sentence, the chat spammed yes with the emote of me holding a shield, with a face that meant I was ready for war.

That’s my chat.

I grabbed my armor, axe, and sword but didn’t put it on as I sprint to catch up with everyone retreating towards the woods as I unmuted.

“You tell them why they’re breaking the law Wilbur. Tell them why.” Tommy said as I stood behind Sap and Tubbo.

“They have the, they have the brewing stands. Aren’t they gonna like shit themselves if they have them?” Sap questioned.

“Yeah.” Tubbo realized.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Tommy protested. “We’ve got equipment.”

Everyone stopped as they started talking over one another.

“You really can’t follow us.” Wilbur said once it quieted down.

“What is the disposal system? Can we see it?”

There was a brief silence before Wilbur spoke.

“Yes, yes. Come with me.” He sounded hesitant but still lead us further into the woods. “If you come with me, we’ve, uh, got a mobile disposal unit out here. That we’re using to, dispose of it.”

Over the hill, I could see it and I muted my discord as I snorted once more, a hand over my mouth muffling it. It was an RV, a van.

“This is all about drugs isn’t it?”

I unmuted as I listened.

“I’m going to ask that you don’t come inside.” Wilbur instructed.

“Yeah, you have to stay on the other side of the river please.” Tommy agreed.

“It’s dangerous. It’s dangerous.”

I watched Sap get closer, carefully following behind him as they protested. If anyone was going to fight the, “operation”, going on here, it was him.

My assumption led to be correct as Sapnap spoke.

“Wait, Tubbo, (Y/U/N), I don’t think it’s a disposal system.”

“Wait, it looks like a drug lab or something.” Tubbo went.

Wilbur started muttering to Tommy as Sapnap sprinted towards the van.

“Are you guys…? I need to look for myself.” Sap said before going into the van, I quickly following having tried to block him but got pushed in.

He went into the back room with Tubbo, I being able to see in and see the line of brewing stands.

“These guys are…”

“You guys are drug dealers!” Tubbo exclaimed, pulling a sword.

I looked at Tommy and Wilbur before stepping forward, showing my netherite one, making Tubbo step back.

“And so, what if they are? What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

“We have a court house for things like this!” Tubbo reminded us.

“Who says they’re going to court? You aren’t the law.”

“Are you with them (Y/U/N)? Have they’ve gotten you addicted to, to this?” Sap questioned.

“No, I’m not an addict to anything.” I huffed as I typed to Wilbur. “So, I suggest you just hand over those blaze rods.”

You whisper to WilburSoot: Distract him to face away from me.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Tommy, I think, I think we should go.” Wilbur said moving for the door out.

“Where are you going?” Sap quickly asked following them so they didn’t get away, turning his back to me.

I smirked as I glanced at the chat seeing the spam of emojis as I equipped my gear, Tubbo retreating further back into the van, terrified of my armor. I shook my head at him in-game before putting a shield on, stepping out.

“All of you are going to court.” Sapnap declared on the other side of the river.

I leaned into my mic, putting on my crazy sing song voice. “Think again~!”

I crit him with my sword, setting him on fire, causing him to scream as he dove for the water. He blocked with his shield but I dove in with no mercy and hit him with my axe before using my punch bow to push him out of the water. He started sprinting away as I ran after him.

“What are you doing?!” He shouted.

“Taking back what isn’t yours!” I grinned before critting him three more times before the text appeared in chat.

Sapnap was slain by (Y/U/N) using [The Goddess’s Sword]

“Mr. Soot. I suggest picking this up.” I said as I leaned back in my chair, everyone silent except for Sapnap protesting.

“How could you do that?! You’re going to team up with drug dealers?! This isn’t allowed!”

“Oh yeah? I think the text says it all. You got KOed by the Goddess bitch.” I smirked as the chat shouted out pogs and cheered. “General 2 men!”

I switched Discord rooms as Wilbur came over picking up Sapnap’s gear getting the respective achievements for the blaze rods and diamond gear. Two pings went off in Discord, I laughing as the silence was filled.

“Holy shit! That was insane! Holy shit!” Tommy kept shouting. “Sorry mum!”

My laughs died to giggles as I looked at Wilbur.

“Soooo, you guys need a little hired help?” I asked. “Because, that was my application Mr. Soot.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Fair enough. What’s the price for your services Ms. (Y/U/N)?” Wilbur questioned.

“Wait Wilbur, a WOMAN helping us?” Tommy questioned now.

I chuckled as I came towards Tommy, who backed up quickly, leaning into the mic again. “You want to question me?”

“No! No ma’am! I’m sorry ma’am!” Tommy quickly sputtered.

“I didn’t think you’d be quite so…intimidating Ms. (Y/U/N). You seemed quite nice after all.” Wilbur spoke up.

I leaned back again as I noticed Tubbo’s name tag no longer in the van. “It’s all about appearances Mr. Soot! Take a look at your lovely van! Seemingly innocent on the outside but all the excitement in the back. All good business men and women know that you need to have the good exterior but when the time comes, you need to stab a bitch. And I don’t need any payment, just a place in your business and the supply when I need it.”

He chuckled. “Alright, well welcome to the team Ms. (Y/U/N).”

“Excellent! Let’s get to work.” I clapped my hands before going into the van with the two of them.

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Third Person POV

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Wilbur had been trying to desperately take the bit back on track. He hadn’t planned for someone to just derail it as such but then (Y/U/N)…She stepped in from nowhere with stacked gear. The psychotic but beautiful sing song voice had given him a shiver as he watched in shock as she slayed Sapnap with ease. As he was stuck in his shocked, silent state and grabbed the gear, he noticed his chat spamming the words, The Goddess.

Was that another name for her? Was she an expert at PVP the same as Dream and Technoblade? It would explain how Dream might know her. Another highly praised PVPer? He would have talked to her.

He just hadn’t expected such intimidation from the lady that had brought flowers to every new player on every server she had been on; the same lady that called people Mr. and Ms. and gentlemen. It was quite interesting, Wilbur wondered if she was like that in public, polite and kind until the situation called for another girl.

Maybe he should get to know the woman himself.

#wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt fanfiction

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champion-leon-imagines · 3 years

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Chronicles of Galar - Prologue 3: Y/N L/N

The Chapter you all waited for. Don’t worry, we’ll get to your past soon enough in the story, so stay tuned. Amila is a fake region my best friend made. He is also your brother in the story and the Professor of Amila. And don’t forget to save the tag Chronicles of Galar for updates ^_^ You can also find the story on AO3: Here

[Prologue: Y/n L/n]

Light footsteps echoed through the darkened Slumbering Weald, Galar. You tried to make your way through the thicket and a white Vulpix kept you company. The little Pokemon had a very shy and timid nature and was trembling with fear all the time. The unknown has always had a tense effect on the pre-stressed Pokemon. No wonder, when you thought about what those monsters from Team Skull in Alola must have done to it. You didn't want to think about that anymore and took out your smartphone to dial your brother's number. "Yes? [Y/n]? Man, we're looking for you everywhere. We were supposed to meet at Wedgehurst station. Are you lost again? " a male voice sighed at the other end.

“What does 'again' mean here? Sorry for not memorizing the entire map of a new region the first time I explore. Not everyone can have such a photographic memory as our Professor Mamoru [L/n]. ”You countered jokingly. "Very funny. Where are you?"

"If I'd know that. There is a forest here. I followed a little Pokemon that I don't know yet. That was so cute. Such a small blue creature, a bit similar to Ralts, with pigtails. I HAD to go after it, that's why I ran after it. "You explained, describing the Pokemon Hattrem, the intermediate form to the Pokemon Hatterene, a Galar Pokemon with the dual types fairy and psycho.

".... You walked into an unknown forest because of a 'cute' Pokemon?" Mamoru sighed and covered his face with his hand. That was just so typical of you.

"Pff. If it had been a new Arcanine Pokemon, you would have done the same. ” You shrugged your shoulders and heard a woman's voice laughing on the other side. "Hello Aki."

While you were talking to your brother, you did not notice at first that a fog was coming up. At first the fog was light and transparent, but soon you couldn't even see your own hand in front of your eyes. "Damn. Where does this fog come from all of a sudden? Hello? Mamoru? Can you still hear me? Hello? “ You asked several times after you didn't get an answer. You looked at your cell phone and then saw the connection go dead. "Strange."You muttered and tried to connect again.

Connection failure. The empty wifi symbols blinked mysteriously and that made you even more alarmed than you already were.

Vulpix jumped into your arms, the fog must have made it even more frightened as it snuggled into your chest. You pressed the fox creature close and tried to calm it down. “Don't worry, I'm here. We can do it, ” You whispered in a calming tone.

Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes next to you, made you stopping in your tracks. You swallowed and hugged Vulpix even closer. "Okay .. keep calm. That is .. just the cute blue Pokemon from earlier .. definitely .. I'm sure of it "Your mantra died in your throat when a large, wolf-like Pokemon came slowly walking towards you. It was mostly blue and the tail, as well as his shoulder jewelry and a long, pigtail-like fur chain, were in a red. The animal looked graceful but also dangerous. You knew from your trainer battle experience when a wild Pokemon is too strong to risk a fight. Since you had not brought any other Pokemon to Galar except Vulpix and Primarina, you did not dare to challenge this mysterious Pokemon. Especially since the fog was too thick for a real fight.

You backed away as the unknown wolf pokemon stepped closer. It seemed to be assessing the situation without actually giving the appearance of wanting to attack. You didn't wanted to risk anything and so you turned around and tried to escape. You held Vulpix with all your strength so that you wouldn't drop it while running.

However, it turned out to be a wrong decision to run through an unknown forest in thick fog. At every corner you almost bumped into the trees and one time you could not avoid the roots that were on the way and stumbled. At the last second you were able to turn your body to one side so that you wouldn't crush Vulpix with your body.

In return, you fell so hard on your shoulder that you had to cry out in pain. Vulpix whimpered helplessly and tried to comfort it's trainer by licking your cheek when you got up again and wanted to run away. To make matters worse, you were getting tired too.

It wasn't long before you passed out when you let go of Vulpix and collapsed. In this unknown fauna with a wolf on your back and nobody knew where you were. Was that the end?

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"Char?"

You had a headache and your shoulder hurt badly when you slowly opened your eyes. You felt as if you had been grilled with a Rapid Spin. Above you was a shadow that turned out to be the head of a Charizard and that made you blink.

"Oh? You are finally awake? " a male voice, unknown to you, spoke up. You straightened up before you realized you were covered with something. A blanket? No. A cape? It was red with a yellowish border and next to the red check pattern there were many different symbols, probably from companies from Galar. Sponsors maybe? Then you looked at a campfire.

A young man was sitting there, no more than 1-2 years older than you, and gave you a sincere and charming smile. His irides were amber and glowed from the fire. His purple hair was moving gallantly in the blowing wind and his parted goatee gave him a wise and manly touch. He wore a kind of leotard with a sword and a shield, short white trousers and long, equally white leggings underneath.

"What happened?"You wanted to know and held your shoulder. The memories, of what happened, were rather vague. “Charizard found you. And at the right time. You passed out right in front of a cliff. “ the man said and crossed his arms. "However, it took a while to save you, because your little protector thought we were enemies at first." the purple-haired man smiled and then pointed to a white fur ball next to you. It was Vulpix who slept next to you. You blinked and looked up. "W-what?"

The man's smile widened. "It really wanted to protect you heroically, even though it was trembling with fear."

[Flashback after you passed out]

[Leon's POV]

Charizard scanned the area to find a way out of the thick forest. If my brother ever finds out that I'm still lost in the Slumbering Weald ... I sighed and continued on my way through the fog. It was strange, the last time there was a fog like this, I looked for Hop and Gloria. The two reported about a rare Pokemon. Had it reappeared?

"Char-Charizard!"

My faithful companion drew my attention to something. A person was lying near the cliffs. Here in this part of the forest people rarely got lost, so I was astonished to meet someone here. Charizard and I stepped closer to identify the person. It was a woman. Just as Charizard was only a few steps away, a Vulpix attacked us. But it looked different from what I knew. It was snow-white and otherwise looked slightly different. Was that a so-called "Shiny"? I've never seen anything like it in my life! It had to belong to the woman. “Don't worry, my friend. We mean no harm. We want to help you. " I tried to calm the Pokemon. It stood protectively in front of its trainer and growled at us. But I also realized how scared it was. His entire body was shaking and his eyes showed despair and uncertainty.

I leaned down so I didn't looked so tall and held out my hand slightly. "Do not worry. We are not enemies. ”I tried again, but the Vulpix barked and shot an aurora beam at both Charizard and me. Wait? Aurora beam?!

I had no time to be confused about what was going on with it's element.

Charizard intercepted the attack with his wing and tried to counter. “Charizard stop! Don't fight. “, I ordered him and looked back at Vulpix. Just as I was trying to figure out how to make it clear to the Pokemon that I just wanted to help, it seemed to run out of strength and it collapsed. "That poor thing. Who knows how long it had been so weak and it kept on its feet the whole time to protect its trainer. "

[End of flashback]

"Vulpix must love you very much." The man added gently to his story and you smiled gratefully when you lightly petted the head of the Pokemon. "Oh Vulpix .." you whispered softly. “By the way, my name is [Y/n]. And your name is..?"

Now the man looked surprised, almost shocked. Or maybe .. disappointed? But then he had to smile again. "And I thought I am most famous trainer in Galar," he said, although his tone was not arrogant. "So you're not a fan of me, unfortunately." he added jokingly. "Hahaha. I'm sorry. But I'm not from Galar. “ You explained to the young man. "Will the most famous Galar trainer tell me his name?", You asked, a little amused yourself, whereupon the friendly stranger had to laugh gently. "With pleasure. My name is Leon. “, He finally introduced himself. "I am pleased to meet you. And thanks for the rescue. “ You replied kindly. "You're welcome. Where are you from, if I'm allowed to ask? ”Leon asked curiously.

"Of course. I grew up in Sinnoh. But originally I'm from Amila. ”You explained proudly. “Oh, I've heard a lot from Amila. Has your family moved to Sinnoh? "

"No no. It's a somewhat complicated story and, frankly, a bit too private. "You answered the question with an apologetic smile. Leon seemed to understand your intention and nodded. "Then of course I won't ask further. But it's nice to see that trainers from so far away are drawn to our beautiful Galar. But what are you doing here in the forest and why were you passed out? "

"Um .." You scratched your cheek in slight embarassment. “I wanted to meet my brother and his fiancée in Wedgehurst. Then I saw this real cute Pokemon and followed it blindly into the forest. At some point I lost sight of it and then this thick fog came. There was this Pokemon .. graceful, big, blue and red .. and I fled from it because I didn't fight unnecessary fights .. At some point on my escape I dislocated my shoulder and then passed out from exhaustion.“ You sighed in frustration. Oh man, that really sounded like a story that could only happen to a beginner. Leon grinned slightly. "So, a cute Pokemon got you into this misery. Well, you seem to me to be a very caring trainer and also very cautious tactically if you don't risk fighting against the unknown. ", Leon began and put his hand under his chin in a thinking pose. “You remind me of me. I'm just as devoted when it comes to Pokemon. And I ... uh, have no sense of direction. I even get lost in houses ... “, he then admitted with a laugh. "So? Is that why you walk around here by yourself too? Are you lost? In an area that should seem familiar to you as a well-known trainer of Galar?“ You tried to tease him. "Well .. at least I'm not so clumsy that I hurt myself." "Touche."

The silence between you two lasted a very short time until Leon spoke again. "And which Pokemon fascinated you so much that you walk into a dark forest that you are not familiar with?" He asked while he went to you with a first aid box. He was probably trying to fix your shoulder. You smiled and were grateful that you liked to wear strapless shoulder tops. So you didn't even have to undress and Leon got to the affected area without any problems. “Well, it must have been from this region because I didn't knew it. It was small and blue, with two braids and a white body. It looks a little like Ralts or Kirlia .. " You described while Leon took care of your shoulder and made a professional splint from a piece of a big leaf and bandages. “Oh, you mean a Hattrem. You can find them here in the forest, but quite far inside. They are also considered to be very shy when it comes to human interactions, because they react strongly to emotions. So I'm amazed that you saw one far enough from the forest to follow it. ”Leon wondered and blinked. “Then it was obviously my day of luck and bad luck at the same time. Because it got away from me. “You giggled and thanked him for the treatment. "Are you hungry? My cooking skills are modest, but so far Charizard and I have not had any food poisoning, "Leon laughed and handed you a plate of homemade curry. You accepted the food with a thanks and ate a spoonful. Leon paid attention to your facial features and at the moment when the corner of your mouth went down slightly, he laughed embarrassed. "So bad?"

You giggled slightly and swallowed the somewhat tough curry. "Well, some spices are missing, but it still tastes better than when one of my brothers tries to 'cook'." You said and ate the rest of the curry. It wasn't quite as bad as he had advertised it. Leon smiled and then looked at the sleeping Vulpix. "I think your little protector is waking up," he said and pointed to Vulpix. Its small head rose and it noticed that its trainer was no longer next to it. "Vul ..!" It shouted happily when it saw that you were awake and jumped joyfully into the arms of its trainer. You hugged it lovingly and breathed a quick kiss on the Pokemon's head. "There is my heroine."You said meekly and Leon couldn't help but smile happily while he saw the interaction between trainer and Pokemon. There weren't many trainers who had such a close and friendly relationship with their Pokemon, which was actually very sad. Many saw them only as toys or tools, as battle puppets, to become famous. Many did not care how the Pokemon are feeling. But that was exactly what the champ of Galar wanted to change.

"If you feel fit enough, then we can look for a way out together." Leon suggested after you gave your Vulpix some PokeBlocks from your home to eat. After all, you didn't wanted to let the poor thing suffer from the bad curry.

"Yes, I am. Vulpix surely too, right little one? “You asked and Vulpix replied with an enthusiastic: 'VUUU!', Whereupon both trainers had to laugh and went on their way. On the way you held a little small talk, about your wisdoms on how to take care of Pokemon, about the fact that you wanted to settle down in a region at some point in order to run a fairy gym, since this position was already taken in Amila . And in the other regions that you had traveled to. The subject came up about the strange colors of your Vulpix. "I wondered something. Is your Vulpix a Shiny? Because I've never seen a white Vulpix before. His fur is also a little different. ", Leon said and looked next to him. You walked next to him while Vulpix made herself comfortable on your not injured shoulder.

"No. But it comes from Alola. You know, the Vulpix in Alola had to adapt to the changed weather conditions and basically ... changed their element. These Vulpix are ice and fairy type. "You explained and now it made " click "at Leon. "Aaaaah, that explains why it attacked with aurora beam," he laughed then. "You have never seen an Alola form?" You asked, flabbergasted. "No, we actually never have trainers who come from Alola," Leon answered thoughtfully. "I think you're the first one I see with an Alola Pokemon in my 10 year trainer career," he added. It was a few more hours before you reached the exit. You two noticed that you got along pretty well and that your chemistry was really good. You laughed a lot, of course you didn't try to get lost again and you actually felt a little wistful when you got out of the forest. Because that meant that the ways of you and this personable trainer parted again.

"Hey! Sister! ", Mamoru shouted, who was already waiting in front of the entrance with his fiancee Aki and an unknown young man.

"Huh?" You blinked and ran to your brother. "Who is this?"

“This is Hop. He lives in the village and is currently visiting his mother. We got to know him and he wanted to help us find you. But as I can see you've found your way back. ", Mamoru grinned mischievously. You knew that grin. "Brother!" Hop called and hugged Leon. You blinked. So Hop was Leon's brother? If that wasn't a coincidence. "Really, have you got lost in the Slumbering Weald again?" The younger sighed and put his arms on his hips. "You know how bad my sense of direction is." Leon laughed and raised his hands defensively. "However. Mother would like to see you again, so move your bum to her and say hello, "he ordered.

"Well, then it's probably time to say goodbye first.", Leon said and turned to you. "Um .. Here, this is my league card. You can all have one. ", He said a bit embarrassed and first gave Mamoru and then Aki a card. He gave the last one to you and grinned. You looked at it and blinked.

"... Champion Leon .. Wait, you are the champion of Galar ?!", you asked completely perplexed and pointed at him. "That offends me now, that you are shocked." Leon laughed and winked at you.

"No of course not. That somehow makes you sympathetic that you are so absentminded. "You smiled. Just as Leon was about to reply, Hop poked him in the side. "Stop flirting and get on your way, brother."

Leon laughed, then turned back to you. "Now that you now know who I am .. Is there a chance that you will become a fan of mine after all?" He asked you slightly teasingly. You smiled back. "I already am." Your answer surprised him and your next words made him even a little blushy. “You are my savior after all. My hero. Of course I'm your fan. "You added and also winked.

Leon just stood there with his mouth open and everything he wanted to say died in his throat. Hop grinned broadly and then pulled his brother behind him. "Maybe we'll see each other again, folks!"

"See you then, Hop! And Leon. ", Mamoru shouted afterwards with a laugh, until he turned to his sister with a grin. "Already Found a little romance here yet? ”He teased you. "Dont talk nonsense. I do not know him. But he was .. nice. “You said and then looked at his League Card. Under the name was soemthing written in small letters: 'Turn the card'. You blinked and looked at the back of the card.

....

You grinned broadly and hugged the card when you laughed softly. "What's going on?", Aki wanted to know. "Oh nothing."You smirked and took your smartphone to type Leon's home number, which he had attached to the back with a small message, into your phone. He was kind of cute and this was just the beginning of a new wonderful friendship. You were sure about this.

#Chronicles of Galar #leon pokemon #leon #pokemon leon #champion leon #pkmn leon #Leon x Reader #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon shsw

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weirdestbooks · 3 years

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Secret States Chapter 8

Ironically, New England Dislikes England The Most

Also I’m using Canadian French instead of New England French because I couldn’t find a New England French translator.

England POV

"What was that about?" New Zealand asked as America raced out of the room. I wish I could tell my family about America's civil war, but that was too personal of a subject for me to tell them about. Besides, I wasn't even that involved, just in the Trent Affair. I didn't know any details and I didn't want to hurt my already fragile relationship with America.

"Well, what exactly happened, or what did you bring up? We can't give a reason if we don't know what happened." Delaware said.

"We mentioned the 1860s" Australia began, but Delaware flinched back, along with New York, California, Florida, Texas, and Louisiana. Those must of been the states that were involved in America's civil war.

"Please don't mention that time." Louisiana said. The other states nodded, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

"Why? What happened?" France asked. The states exchanged looks.

"Out! Everyone who was a part of the Union in 1860, out! We're too biased and we're going to blurt out something we'll regret!" Delaware commanded. Florida, Texas, California, Louisiana, and New York began to leave the room.

"We'll figure out what to do. You find Padre." Puerto Rico said. Hawaii sighed.

"That wasn't the best move." She muttered.

"What happened?" Britain asked again. The remaining states annoyed him and continued there conversation like he hadn't interrupted.

"Who told them about the 1860s?" Alaska asked.

"Palau! But I told the countries that it's not something they bring up." Liberia explained. Hawaii sighed again.

"I think its best we just end this here. That question spoiled the mood. NATO are you coming back with us?"

"Back with you." He responded. Hawaii nodded before writing down something on a piece of paper.

"This is our address. Stop by tomorrow." She said before walking out the door followed by the other states and NATO.

"Yeah. I'm going to follow them. I'd rather have D yell at me now rather than later." Palau said, before she left, dragging Micronesia and Marshall Islands behind her. Liberia laughed at them before following them out of the room.

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"I wish Ame would listen to us! That sleep schedule isn't healthy. And what about what happened in the 1860s. What are he and his children so afraid of?" I heard Australia rant. We had all left the meeting room and gone back to the house I shared with my brothers. UN ended the meeting after America's children had left, as the whole point of the meeting was to meet them.

I knew why America would want to avoid the topic of the 1860s. Civil wars were bad enough for regular countries, but for a union, well they were literally being ripped apart. I saw Britain after Ireland left. When union lost a country or a state, they lost the part of their personality that was affected by that country/state.

America wasn't just split in two during his civil war. He also lost a part of his personality. The part of his personality that would become the Confederate States of America. It made a civil war more traumatic for him than for a regular country.

"I don't know, but something horrible or traumatizing must of happened. Are you sure you don't know anything about it Canada?" Britain said. Canada shook his head.

"Ame and I were getting along better during the 1860s, but he stopped contact with me at the end of 1860, after he told me who won his election. We picked up contact again after 1866. I tried to visit him during the years he was silent, but he was never at his house. No one was. I think he was either with someone else, or in his country." Canada explained.

'The second one is right.' I wanted to say, but I couldn't explain how I knew. I promised America I'd keep it secret, so that's what I would do. I couldn't add another crack to our relationship. I'd already cracked it enough.

"So whatever happened, America must of been in his country, and was either too busy or too...I don't know, hurt or something to talk to anyone." Scotland said. He was hurt. I didn't want to be a part of this conversation, but I couldn't just leave.

"I don't think America will tell us about what happened. You saw what happened when Uncle North asked about it. He looked like he was going to have a panic attack." New Zealand said.

"Well if we can't figure out what happened, why don't we just google it?" Wales suggested. Ireland shook his head and protested the idea quickly.

"We can't just do that. It's a breach of America's privacy. Plus if we did that, we could hurt our relationship with America or his kids. Let him tell us when he's ready."

"If we can't help him with the 1860s, we should at least help him get a normal sleep schedule." France said. That was something I didn't know about, and something that concerned me. Sleep deprivation, especially over a long period of time, was never good.

I couldn't help fix the pain caused by the American Civil War. But I could help fix America's sleep schedule. But America is stubborn and prideful, so he probably wouldn't accept our help. I groaned. Why did this have to be so complicated.

"Are you okay Uncle England?" Australia asked.

"I'm fine. Just thinking about how hard it will be to get Ame to accept help from us. Especially Britain and I." I told them. Britain nodded.

"I know, but we have to do something. I'm not going to let mon fils refuse to take care of himself. I'm going to help him, whether he wants it or not." France said. I hope this went well. While making sure America took care of himself was a good goal, we had to be careful that we didn't push him away by doing so.

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1 Day Later

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We arrived at the address Hawaii gave us yesterday. It was a nice four story house, with a lot of land around it. There was a field of some sort of crop to the right of the house, with another building in front of it. That building looked more like a stable. There was also a concerning amount of yelling coming from the house, along with a noise that sounded like gunshots.

"This is a big house." New Zealand said. Australia smacked the back of his head.

"Ame has sixty-two kids idiot. The house needs to be big." He told him. New Zealand rubbed the back of his head.

"Yeah, I deserved that." He muttered. We walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. We heard footsteps, before the door was answered. The states looked at us, scowling when he saw Britain and I.

"Fuck off limey bastards." He said before slamming the door shut. I stared at the door in shock. I knew some states may not like my brothers and I because of the Revolution, but I didn't expect that reaction.

"Well that was a nice introduction." Ireland muttered. The door opened again, this time revealing a new state.

"Sorry about Massachusetts. He still hasn't gotten over the Revolution." The state said. Britain sighed.

"Don't worry about it. I was expecting someone to hold a grudge against me." He told the state. The state smiled.

"I don't hold a grudge, even though I'm the one state most of the Original Thirteen expect too, as I fought in the Revolution. I'm the State of Vermont, the Green Mountain State. I was the Vermont Republic before joining the Union." The state-Vermont explained.

"Vermont?" I heard Canada ask, his voice trembling. Vermont smiled.

"What's up Bec? It's been a while." He said before, frowning slightly, "I can still call you Bec, right? I know your name is Canada now, and not Quebec."

"It's fine. It's good to see you again. I really missed you." Canada said. Vermont smiled and nodded, before stepping aside to let us into the house. We walked though a hallway, with some marks on the wall. Vermont turned into another room, where the state that originally answered the door, Massachusetts, was.

There were four other states in the room. Two of them were glaring at Britain and I, while the other two looked interested in seeing Canada and Scotland. One of the states that was staring at me had a flag that showed a white baroque shield with three grapevines, each bearing three bunches of purple grapes on a field of royal blue. There was a banner below the shield that read "Qui Transtulit Sustinet."

The other state that was staring at me had a flag that was white and had a gold anchor in the center surrounded by thirteen gold stars. A blue ribbon below the anchor had gold words reading 'Hope.' This state was also very short, a whole head shorter than Massachusetts.

"Nutmeg, Rhode, Mass. You three are not allowed to attack England or Britain." Vermont told the glaring states.

"Oh come on Mont. Those bastard did horrible things to my people." Massachusetts protested. I noticed that Massachusetts had a very noticeable accent, one that sounded nothing like America's. It's something I noticed with several other states. None of them had the same accent.

"In the 1770's!" Vermont protested, before sighing, "Can you guys introduce yourselves."

"The Commonwealth of Massachusetts, the Bay State." Was all Massachusetts said before he went back to glaring at Britain.

"Wait, commonwealth?" New Zealand asked. Massachusetts sighed.

"I'm not actually a true commonwealth. It's just the name I got stuck with. The only two actual commonwealths in the Union are Mariana and Rico." Massachusetts explained.

The state with the anchor stepped forwards. "I'm Rhode Island, the Ocean State. And despite what my name may tell you, I'm not an island. Or anything close to one."

"Yep. You're just short." The other state, Nutmeg, I guess, based off what Vermont called him.

"Oh fuck off Net." Rhode Island told him. (I swear to god if autocorrect changes Rhode to Rhodesia one more time, I'm going to lose it.) Net smiled.

"I'm Connecticut, the Constitution State. I'm also called the Nutmeg State, which is why these idiots, call me that." Connecticut said, gesturing to the other states.

"Are you all some of the original thirteen states?" Britain asked. One of the state which had been looking at Canada and Scotland raided her hand. Her flag was blue, with a seal that was surrounded by nine stars and leaves. There was a ship in the center of it.

"I am. He's not." She said, gesturing to the last state next to her. "I'm New Hampshire, the Granite State."

"And I'm Maine, the Pine Tree State." The last state said. His flag was blue with a shield on it. In the center of the shield, there was a moose under a pine tree. There was also a farmer and seaman on either side of the shield. "I became a state in 1820. I hang out with these guys 'cause we're New England."

What? I didn't know there was a place in America called New England. And what did Maine mean by they were New England? Weren't they all separate states?

"Wait, what do you mean New England?" North asked. Rhode Island rolled his eyes.

"The states are grouped together in several groups. The South, the Mid-West, the West, the Mid-Atlantics, and whatever you consider Hawaii, Alaska, and the Territories to be. Anyway, we're the states that make up New England." He explained.

There was a place in America named after me. And it sounds like they had been using that name for a while. Maybe even after everything that had happened between us, we could still remove the tension between us.

We could fix everything. Of course, there's always the possibility they never felt like changing the name, and my relationship with America would always be filled with tension.

"I vote we changed that name. I'd rather not be a part of a place that shares a name with him." Massachusetts said, gesturing towards me.

"Don't be a masshole just because you're still mad about stuff that happened during the American Revolution." Vermont said. Massachusetts turned toward him.

"Don't fucking call me that!" He told Vermont. Vermont raised an eyebrow.

"Well if you don't want to be called that, then stop being such an ass." New Hampshire said. Massachusetts scowled, gave the rest of New England the middle finger before storming out of the room.

"Sorry about Mass. He has anger issues and can hold a grudge like nobody else." Connecticut said.

"It's alright. I have a question though. Why were New Hampshire and Maine staring at me?" Canada asked.

"New England French." The two states responded in sync, before high-fiving. What was New England French? I'm guessing it must be a language, although I never expected there to be a type of French that is proceeded by 'England.'

"New England French? Is that a language?" Wales asked. The New England states nodded.

"It's an offshoot of Canadian French that is spoken in the New England states, hence the name. Mass and Hamp aren't the best at speaking it because their official language is English. The rest of us don't have an official language, so we can speak it well." Connecticut explained.

"We just find meeting you interesting. We have the two highest amounts of New England French speakers." Maine explained.

"Also Mont never shuts up about you." New Hampshire said. Vermont started blushing heavily.

"Tais-toi Hamp." (Shut up Hamp) Vermont

"Pourquoi? Mont est-il gêné?" (Why? Is Mont embarrassed?) Maine said. Vermont's blush increased and he grabbed a pillow off the couch and shoved it in his face. I didn't understand exactly what they were saying, but I got the gist of their conversation.

"I don't mind that you tell the other states about me Vermont." Canada said. Vermont raised his still blushing face.

"Je ne savais pas comment tu réagirais en apprenant que ton vieil ami parle de toi derrière ton dos. Je me sens juste anxieux et embarrassé." (I didn’t know how you’d react to finding out your old friend talks about you behind your back. I just feel anxious and embarrassed.) Vermont muttered.

"You talk about us behind our backs all the time and you don't react this way." Rhode Island said. Vermont rolled his eyes as his blush faded.

"That's because you guys are annoying as fuck, and I like talking shit about you." Vermont responded.

"Well that's just rude." Connecticut said.

"Like you're not?" New Hampshire shot back.

"Shut up everybody. We all get called snobby states, so let's not argue about who's the worst. Even though we all know it's Massachusetts." Maine said. Vermont snorted.

"You're not wrong about that." He remarked.

"FUCK YOU GUYS!" I heard Massachusetts yell from another part of the house.

"Ignore Taxachusetts." New Hampshire said, snickering at Massachusetts' reaction.

"Mass is hotheaded. It's probably good he left. He'd blab what happened in the 1860s in a second." Rhode Island said. Connecticut rolled his eyes.

"He has the 'Cradle of Liberty' for a reason. He's always been a source of agitation in this country." Connecticut said,

"Until South stole that title in 1860." Maine added. South? That must of been a state, or just the region that started the Civil War.

"Let's stop being up 1860 please." Vermont said.

"What happened it 1860? Every time I learn something about it, I get more nervous that something truly bad happened." Australia said.

"Something truly bad did happen." New Hampshire said. Vermont shot her a glare.

"We don't talk about it. We might not of had any fighting, but it was horrible for everyone who did. Let's stop bringing it up and move onto another topic." Vermont said.

"And of you really want to know something, ask England. He was in charge of handing your shit during that incident. I still hate your for threatening to declare war on us." Rhode Island said. Everyone, aside from the state turned to look at me.

This isn't something I wanted them to find out. I was in charge of dealing with foreign relations involving the Confederate States of America because Britain's government knew he still cared deeply for America, regardless of what happened between them. They knew he would try and get the British Empire on America's side.

They knew I would support that side that we would benefit from the most. I swore myself to secrecy about the whole thing to avoid America's anger, and so I wouldn't bring up the pain that had been caused to America.

I didn't want any of my family to find out about this secret, not just because they would feel betrayed that I kept it from them, but because if they find out about the pain caused to America, they'll wonder why I didn't help him.

And why I almost made the pain worse.

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ayo-cowbelly · 4 years

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Maybe - Captain Rex x Reader

*All POV’s will be female unless requested otherwise*

So.... I’m in the mood for angst. This idea has been in my head for days, and I’ve been listening to a lot of instrumental soundtracks lately, which only fueled this (lots of Across the Stars and Burying the Dead). Eventually I decided to just sit down and write it. Got pretty into italics with this one. It’s kinda long. Also this is the first time I’ve posted something like this, so I hope you like it :)

Part two can be found here!

Y/n: Your name

Y/l/n: Your last name

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***

You walked the never-ending halls of the Resolute, a neutral expression on your face. Your mental shields were strong, or as strong as they could be. You weren’t really sure if you were fooling anyone.

Hopefully you were, because if people (namely, other Jedi) sensed your inner turmoil, things could go horribly wrong; after all, Jedi don’t feel this way. They don’t spend their nights crying silently, hoping that nobody hears. They don’t simultaneously curse and cherish their memories with a particular person. Jedi do not have broken hearts.

Because a broken heart could mean you broke up with someone. And to do that, it usually means you fell in love.

And Jedi do not fall in love.

Except... when they do.

***

It started two years ago, when the war had just begun. When you had first stepped foot onto the Venator-class starship that would soon become your home. When you met him. Your captain, CT-7567. Rex.

“Hello, Captain.”

“General.”

“Sorry, do you have a preferred name? Seems we should get to know each other a bit.”

“It’s Rex, General.”

“Well, Rex, I look forward to working with you.”

“And I you, Sir.”

That’s where it all started- and eventually ended.

***

The war was hard on everyone. You watched as the people you knew so well started to- well, change. Anakin seemed angrier, Obi-Wan more stressed, and you… you seemed, for lack of a better word… hollow. The men dying all around you, your order seemingly breaking (you were never meant to be soldiers, yet you lead men who had never known anything else), it felt like you were being crushed on the inside. Yet, you had him.

He was there.

Whether it was quiet talks in the night, locked eyes in the briefing room, or a lingered touch in a turbulent LAAT/i, he was there. The war escalated and the world changed and sometimes it felt like your soul was on fire with pain- but he was there, until he wasn’t.

Eventually it really was too much. The war put a strain on an already fragile relationship (Jedi are not meant to fall in love). The threat of you being caught had always loomed heavily on both your heads. You would be expelled from the only family you’d ever known… and he would be court-martialed, or worse- decommissioned. The thought of the man you loved being cast aside and killed for following his heart plagued you with fear.

Fear was not the Jedi way.

You started fighting. Little things, that sometimes exploded into larger issues. The survivors’ guilt and the stress of so many battles (you never knew what the next day would bring; could one of your names be added to the list of remembrances? You didn’t know… and didn’t want to, ever) made you both edgy and it was hard to discuss it without conflict.

Your relationship burned bright for so long until it crumbled.

“So, that’s it then? A year, and then… we’re just… done?”

“I think that would be best, Sir.”

“Don’t! Don’t call me that! Not now! Right now, I’m just Y/n, and you’re just Rex. You and me! What happened to that?”

“It’s not right, General-” “Stop calling me that!”

“It’s what you are! You’re the general, and I’m the captain. Jedi and clone. That’s all it ever should have been, and it has to go back to that.”

You were supposed to be the composed one… but your emotions were spiraling and gripped your heart. “I won’t let it.”

“You don’t get to decide that, Sir.”

“Rex, I-” You choked out, but couldn’t finish. You didn’t even know what to say. What would fix it?

You just watched as he put his helmet back on and left your room quietly.

With your head in your hands, you tried, really tried, to repress the tears- until you couldn’t.

***

If your Co-General and Commander noticed your changed demeanor, they were kind enough not to mention it. You and Anakin used to have a game, of sorts, of who could get away with the craziest maneuvers on the battlefield without an injury- whether it be jumping out of a flying LAAT/i, taking on a whole droid squad alone, or grabbing onto a rocket droid like a speeder. You and Ahsoka would team-up and tease Anakin together pretty often around the ship. But that all changed.

You wouldn’t take on as many droids alone- something Kix was probably happy about. The crazier ideas all came from Anakin, the more “sane” (as the rest of the legion would call it) plans came from you. Ahsoka would poke fun at Anakin while you watched with a forced almost-smile. Actually, that forced content on your face was probably your most common expression these days.

Life took on a grayer hue.

So, you worked on shielding and repressing, keeping your pain hidden until the dead hours of the night.

***

Were the hallways smaller, now? It felt like it. Every turn, every corridor, no matter where you went, it felt like he was always there. Somehow, you ran into him everywhere, with a shallow nod and the slightest of glances.

2 years. Strangers. Friends. Lovers… Then strangers again.

It was a cruel cycle.

***

For a while, you had thought about requesting a battalion to lead alone. At the beginning of the war, you had been assigned to co-lead the 501st due to your familiarity with Anakin- both Crechemates and eventually Padawans with your masters as good friends, you spent a lot of time together growing up. The Council felt it would be good to have their resident loose-cannon lead a legion with another, to make sure he didn’t go too off the rails.

What the Council hadn’t realized was that yes, while you were the more rational of the pair, you enjoyed Anakin’s crazy plans- most of the time. Sometimes, they really were insane, which was where you stepped in.

A bonus of being assigned to the same legion was that you met Ahsoka. The young Togruta sometimes felt like your own Padawan, and you adored her. She was endlessly curious and brave, and wise beyond her years. And you grew even more proud of her as she grew up.

Now, she was older, and more experienced- and as she came into her own, you realized you weren’t always needed anymore. Granted, the missions were sometimes shorter and had more solid planning due to having an extra Jedi General around, but your presence was no longer a necessity. Anakin and Ahsoka would do just fine without you. Besides, leading a legion as large as the 501st meant you had to watch more and more clones be taken with every battle. The longer the war went on, the more recruits there were (who seemed to be getting younger all the time).

And even though it was selfish, with your own legion you wouldn’t have to be around Him all the time. Maybe it’d be nice, to be away from him; maybe you could heal without the pain of it all filling you when you saw him. Maybe.

You could handle your own battalion. You were capable, and more than ready. You knew this, but didn’t necessarily like it.

***

Eventually, you reached a decision. It was the last thing you wanted, to leave Him; you loved him fiercely, still. Yet, leaving was what you needed. You had to be at your best to lead the troops, and lately, your best was sloppy. It was time to reign in your emotions and gain control again.

Of course, nothing was final, but the feeling of something ending echoed around you.

The last time eating in the mess with the men who almost felt like brothers.

The last time going through a briefing with your Co-General, watching Admiral Yularen’s face fill with exasperation and irritation as Anakin laid out a daring plan.

The last time you met His warm Golden-Brown eyes in the halls.

Your comm chirped, and you ducked into an empty storage closet to take the call. You were met with Masters Yoda and Windu’s holographic forms.

“Something you wanted to discuss, you had, young Y/l/n?”

“Yes, Master Yoda.”

***

A week later, you stood in the briefing room with the usual command crew: Anakin, Ahsoka, Admiral Yularen, and Him.

Deep breaths, Y/n. In, and out. “I called this meeting because I have some… news, and I thought you should be the first to know.” You glanced around at them, swallowing. “I’ve requested to lead my own battalion- and it’s been granted.” Letting that sink in, you continued: “I’m leaving at 0800 tomorrow morning, in my fighter. I’ll head to Coruscant, where I’ll meet the men, and then we’ll ship out sometime next week.”

Silence.

Anakin was the first to speak. “What do you mean you’re leaving?”

“I’m getting my own battalion. I requested it a few days ago.”

“Why?” You heard the growing anger in your friend’s voice and decided to tread carefully.

“Anakin, you don’t need me here anymore. Ahsoka’s more than qualified to lead the 501st with you, and with the war- there’s more and more troops who need leading, and not enough Jedi to do it. But I can, and I have to; It’s my duty. The Council agreed with me.”

“Y/n, when did you talk to the Council about this?”

“A few days ago- but it’s been on my mind for a while.” You said gently. You didn’t meet His eyes, didn’t even look over there; if you did, your resolve would crumble. You just kept your gaze on Anakin, occasionally looking to Ahsoka. She looked surprised, and a bit sad, but understanding. Anakin looked… well, it was wise to be cautious of your tone.

“Do you know where you’ll ship off to?” Ahsoka asked politely.

“Not yet, but I’ve heard that it might be Cato Neimodia, or maybe Anaxes. I can’t be sure, though.” You looked down. “I just thought you all should know first.”

“Well, best of luck, General. It’s been an honor.” Admiral Yularen nodded at you, then went out to the bridge. Eventually, Anakin and Ahsoka left too, the latter guiding her Master with a soft hand on his arm.

That left you and the Captain. Alone, for the first time in weeks.

“So… your own battalion. That’s… big news,” He said quietly. “I know you’ll do well.”

“Thanks, Rex,” You practically whispered. “I’ve enjoyed our time together,” You met his eyes briefly, barely keeping the floodgate of emotions at bay. “I’ll miss working with you.” I love you. I love you more than anything.

He nodded. “And I you, General.”

***

You left that next morning, with your men watching from the hangar. His presence, the one you had treasured and held onto like a lifeline... the one that got you through the worst of it all, the one you had loved (and still did, so much), stayed behind, slowly fading from the forefront of your mind.

It’s for the best.

Maybe you’d start to heal.

Maybe.

Fin.

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inspired-by-the-music · 3 years

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For You: Stand By Me

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Chapter 14: The Boy I Love Forever

Lei’s POV

To tell you the truth, I didn’t want Sehun to apologize for kissing me. Despite the glare that darkened his features when he swore that he wouldn’t apologize, I guess I was relieved by the imagination that there was nothing to regret about that memory after all. I guess I tingled at the thought that maybe he meant to steal my breath away, meant to make my heart race, meant to fill my every thought.

To tell you the truth, I didn’t want Sehun to apologize for delivering the news that Donghae wouldn’t attend the Christmas party. No apology would fill the void in the holiday left by Donghae’s absence. I didn’t want Sehun to apologize for bringing that old photograph back to Mom at Donghae’s request. The damage was already done. Besides, even in my moment of pain-fuelled rage, I knew that no blemish in the evening was really caused by Sehun’s hand.

It was obvious that I was straining to find some grudge to hold against Sehun. As long as I was angry about something, I could ignore how devastatingly handsome he looked in the pale winter moonlight. I could ignore the painful hammering in my chest when his eyes met mine. Anger could obscure the memory of his baby-soft lips on my freezing cheek just inches away from my parted lips. I could tell myself that my body was suddenly warmed by burning hatred— not by his touch.

The trouble is, I didn’t believe myself. I never believed for a fraction of a second that I had outgrown my adoration of Sehun. Sehun, who was always calm, cool, collected— the very definition of the quiet stoic strength I sought to emulate— until that night. Sehun, who somehow fell for my unconvincing act and believed that I stopped loving him. Sehun, who believed that I was actually capable of hating him in any version of the universe.

I didn’t want to hear his apologies. I didn’t want to hear his insecurities. I didn’t want to watch his eyes widen in horror as he stared at my broken mistletoe crown in his hands. I didn’t want to watch him walk into the snowy darkness at Yesung’s demand. I didn’t want Yesung to usher me into the house that should have been warm enough to thaw the block of ice in my chest. The burning fireplace and the cup of hot chocolate Lucas forced into my hands and the multitude of sympathetic stares from everybody, (especially Baekhyun, who tried to smile at me from the couch) didn't reach the block of ice, though.

Maybe a part of me wanted to risk annoying Sehun by chasing him into the dark. Maybe I wanted to abandon the morbid sense of pride that I developed over the years of denying myself the right to love who I loved. Maybe those tears that filled his eyes exposed that what I hoped was hard-won strength was actually a deep sense of shame.

Once Lucas and I were alone in my bedroom, I admitted to him (and, more importantly, to myself), that I absolutely wanted to follow Sehun at least one more time to tell him that I didn’t hate him— that I never hated him— that I could never hate him. Once I realized that anyone thinking that I hated Sehun was worse than everyone knowing that I loved him, I confessed the truth.

A Collection of Truths:

Every part of me was in love with Sehun— even the ones I tried to keep hidden in the dark.

Even when we were screaming on the porch, I wanted to kiss Sehun.

If loving Sehun was a weakness, I didn’t want to be strong. I didn’t care who saw me in my weakened state.

“Is that so?” Lucas asked, wide-eyed, sipping from his mug on my bed. He was nice enough to act surprised by what he knew all along.

Burning crimson after my unrestrained honesty, I set my mug on the floor and crossed my arms. “I’m not gonna repeat myself or anything. You heard the first time.”

Lucas nodded out the window. “He’ll probably want you to repeat it once or twice, though, so you might as well practice with me.”

I followed Lucas’s gaze to find Sehun standing atop a pile of snow just below my window. At first, my heart thumped at the thought that he had come to find me because he also wondered how he would sleep when we stood on such uncertain terms. Then, when moments passed and his eyes were still intently trained on the mistletoe in his hands without sparing one glance at me, I realized that was not the case. It was a happy accident that he was so close, still barely out of reach.

Maybe Lucas was right when he cheered, “It’s fate! What are you waiting for?”

I was still too afraid to take the first step toward Sehun when he was just a blink and a breath away. Shrinking away from the window so he couldn’t see me if he looked up with the wind, I mumbled, “I can’t go out there.”

“Why not?” Unable to meet Lucas’s disappointed frown, I stared at the place on my wall where Sehun’s poster once stood.

The paint was still faded. There was still an outline of his place that I could not yet fill even when Lucas urged, “Lei, he’s literally right here! If you don’t want any of that stuff that happened tonight to leave a scar, then just go out there and make a new, better memory!”

Lucas spoke with such enthusiasm that I almost believed that I could climb right through the window and into some fairytale with Sehun. Then, I opened my eyes and remembered that every image of myself as a princess was crafted for the stage. It wasn’t real. Fairytales weren’t real— especially not on that night when my mother’s heart was broken.

“What about Mom?” I asked, throat tight with the recent memory of her tears and the knowledge that she was probably still crying down the hall. “Do you think that I should go out with— with some boy while she’s—”

“He’s not some boy,” Lucas interrupted. “He’s Sehun. The person you’ve loved since you said hello. Your pain and Mom’s— they’re both valid— and I don’t think that she would feel any better knowing that you’re avoiding happiness for her sake. Mom told you to have fun at the party, and we both know that the person who will bring you closest to fun is right out there, twiddling your broken crown in his hands!”

Fun. Was that a word I ever associated with Sehun? No.

Still, Lucas was right. Like the coward I was when it came to him— to Sehun, who I couldn’t quite trust to hold anymore of the heart he warned me to guard— I searched for any reason to legitimize my fear. I was willing to use my mother as a shield, as a right to forfeit what I was too afraid to fight for only to lose.

Like the hopeless romantic that I was when it came to him— to Sehun, who could steal my heart from afar even when I confined my admiration to seconds-long glances out the window— I searched more desperately for something to encourage me to act on the urge to meet him halfway or most of the way or all of the way.

Does that make me weak or foolish or childish or submissive? I used to wonder before Lucas permitted me to let go of my stubborn definitions of strength.

“Just go.” He nudged my ribs, smiling softly. “Take all of the time you need. I’ll cover for you if anyone downstairs asks where you went.”

When I still didn’t feel brave enough to take the first step, Lucas asked in a small voice, “Don’t you think you’ll regret it if you let this moment pass?”

Maybe it was because of something Taeyeon once told me in the moonlight of her kitchen; or maybe it was because Lucas had to go to the trouble of opening the window for me; or maybe it was because of the sharp sting of the winter wind that made my eyes water as Sehun’s had on the front porch; or maybe it was because of the constriction of my heart when he looked at me, eyes filled with a unique blend of amusement and disapproval at my sudden appearance out of the second-floor window— but the overwhelming emotion of the night was regret.

Regret at all the time wasted in misunderstanding. Regret at all that time wasted crying in my room under the watch of the moon when I could have been with him, Sehun, who held out the world in manageable palm-sized pieces even when he glared at me from the driver’s seat like I was a stubbornly ignorant child. Regret at all the time spent apart that inclined me to believe that he didn’t love me even when it was written clearly on every feature of his handsome face, even when it was woven into the bandages he tied around my bleeding wounds, even when it was etched into every line that formed into his forehead with the furrowing of his brow.

Regret at the ragged sigh that fell from his pretty parted lips when I confessed that every glance at him made me want to sob into my palms, omitting the all-too-humiliating fact that everything about him still sparked my childhood curiosity of what it might be like to be destined to love one person forever. Regret at the fact that I couldn’t spend the rest of the night and the rest of my life in his car with my hand in his with the dawning realization that he loved me.

He loved me. Sehun loved me. Sehun loved me enough to forgive me for yelling and running and tiptoeing around his feelings that were too good to be true.

Regret at the reluctance with which my bandaged hand reached into the pocket of the warm black coat he dropped over my shoulders to brush against the fragmented mistletoe crown. Had curiosity struck me sooner, I could have plucked it from the pocket, held it over my head, and seen that flustered regret-numbing smile dash across his face sooner.

“Put that away,” Sehun instructed, reaching for the mistletoe. As I lifted it out of his reach, he tried (and failed) to bite back laughter. “Seriously, Lei. You don’t need a silly broken piece of mistletoe to get a kiss out of me.”

“Really?” My heart fluttered. I lowered the mistletoe, but I didn’t quite drop it back into the pocket. “Do you mean that?’

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. Are you getting excited?”

Because I now knew that he was flirting— and all of those similar comments that surrounded our first kiss were other attempts at flirting— a bubbling warmth spread through my chest. That warmth pulled my lips into a smile that I couldn’t have fought away with all of the effort in the world.

At the risk of further painting myself as an absolute fool, I’ll admit that I would have been content to kiss Sehun forever if he hadn’t broken away to again confess, this time breathlessly against my lips, “I love you. I’m in love with you, Lei.”

And I— I wanted to remain skeptical just in case he changed his mind with the rising of the sun, just in case I was dreaming again.

More than that, though, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that the lights in his eyes weren’t cast by the moon or the stars or the strings of lights lining my house; I wanted to believe that those bursts of light were some physical manifestation of his affection for me.

I already believed it, so I told myself that it didn’t have to last forever to be beautiful. If he was a moment that I embraced with my all, then there would be nothing to regret at breaking dawn. If nothing else, I would make him my most beautiful memory My most beautiful dream. My precious Sehun.

“Sehun,” I said because I could never say his name enough even if it flew from my lips for the rest of my life. “Do you remember when I said that you can walk with me anytime?”

“Yes.” His lips fit with mine. They were warm, soft, gentle, not at all what you would expect from him at a glance, not at all what you would expect without knowing him as intimately as I did. “I remember.”

“I meant that,” I said between kisses, almost wanting to cry each time we parted. “Always— always, I will keep a door open for you, and I’ll protect our memories, so if you change your mind—”

“What?” His face paled. A frown twitched in the corner of his mouth, and I wish I hadn’t said anything. “Lei.” He said my name sweetly, sending me into a spiral when I thought I couldn’t fall deeper. Sehun sighed my name, stealing my habit of preparing for the worst-case scenario. “You don’t have to believe in forever to be in love, but you shouldn’t offer to carry the weight of goodbye on your own. I understand that your mind rushes ahead to goodbye, but I wish it wouldn’t— at least not with me.”

Being seen as clearly as Sehun saw me in that moment was frightening and comforting— a nightmare and a dream. Had he been anyone else in the world, I would have wanted to disappear, but Sehun— Sehun didn’t have to see me to know me.

“I believe in forever,” I argued quietly. “I know that I will love you forever.” Then, set ablaze by the embarrassment of my honesty and the thought that I admitted to feeling too much too soon, I stuttered, “I— I mean—”

Sehun didn’t have to speak to silence me. He only smiled, deepening my blush and stealing my voice. “You don’t have to take it back, Lei. You can love me as much as you want for as long as you want. Please.”

The word ‘please,’ forced all remaining air from my lungs. I never before needed Sehun’s permission to love him, but once his plea hit my ears, I realized that I must have craved it for quite some time. No sooner than the words passed his upturned lips did I lean into him once again for another dream-fulfilling kiss.

Maybe I should have considered whether we were in danger of being caught by party guests— specifically Yesung, who would have been most disappointed to find me kissing the boy from the crown-breaking incident— or paparazzi. After all, someone was always watching. That fact had been impossible to forget since Sehun first taught it to me. That truth echoed in every corner of my mind until those moments Sehun’s lips were on mine, until those moments when Sehun breathed into me and left no room for thoughts other than ‘I love you, I love you; forever I will love you because forever I have loved you.’

Pulling away to try (and fail) to catch my breath, missing him instantly, I asked Sehun, “How did we get here?”

His pale face was flushed crimson. His blush was visible even in the moonlight. If only I knew the words to describe how beautiful he was as he shrugged and grinned, tracing some shapeless form on my cheek with the pad of his thumb, maybe I could create a portal back to that moment when the stars aligned.

“I’m not sure,” he answered. “I’m just glad I followed you here.”

Thinking that life was as it was meant to be for the first time in a long time (maybe for the first time) because Sehun was by my side where I could see him, speak to him, hold him, kiss him, and love him like I always dreamed about, I smiled at him.

I walked into warmth from the frozen snowstorm separating Sehun’s car from my home to find Mom, Grandma, Heechul, and Lucas watching a drama starring Park Seojoon, my favorite actor.

For all of about two seconds, I was relieved that the party cleared out during my absence because that meant I wouldn’t have to listen to Yesung lecture about boys, I wouldn’t have to hide my smile from Kyuhyun, who would have instantly pieced together that I had been out with the boy on Super Junior’s hit list, and I wouldn’t have to stomach Baekhyun’s sympathetic puppy eyes that still seemed to burn into me when I glanced at the then-empty couch by the window he earlier claimed.

Before I could comfortably settle into the couch and peel back the curtains and blinds to see if Sehun’s car still sat within sight, Heechul immobilized me with his glare. “Did you have fun on your midnight rendezvous?” He asked loudly as if oblivious to the fact that Mom laid her sleeping head in his lap.

Fun. Maybe that was a word I could associate with that tingling sensation that set me alight at the thought of Sehun. Maybe that was a word I could use to describe the act of kissing him in that dimly lit space that I still remember in perfect detail with each blink of my eyes. Maybe that is the word for that surge of breathlessness that accompanies every memory of those moments when we touched.

When Heechul looked at me with fire leaking out of his eyes, though, I knew that I couldn’t say any of those truths aloud. I shrank under the understanding that I was not expected to respond. Even in Yesung’s absence, I was in for a scolding. Dropping the curtains, lowering my gaze to the palms I pressed flat against the skirt of my dress, I elected to brave it silently.

I made the wrong choice. “Aren’t you going to answer me?” Heechul’s roar stirred Mom into sitting upright.

“I—” I shook my head, face burning as it always did when I was the center of attention— “I figured you were asking a rhetorical question.”

“I wasn’t!” I looked up in time to watch Heechul’s eyes roll. “Where did you go? Who were you with?”

Normally, I would have been too flattered that Heechul cared about me to feel at all stifled by his rare protective outbursts, but something about his tone and the glint in his eyes sparked my temper ablaze.

Before I could reply with any degree of sass, Grandma lied without glancing away from Park Seojoon’s face on the television, “She asked for my permission before leaving, so you don’t have to worry, Heechul.”

I should have been content to leave the confrontation at that. Because Grandma ranked above Heechul in the family hierarchy, he bit down on his tongue despite the persistent urge to berate me that stained his face a dull shade of red.

Emboldened by the belief that I had done nothing wrong, I reminded Heechul, “I’m 21 years old, so technically I’m allowed to go where I want, whenever I want, with whoever—”

“You were out with your abusive-ass boyfriend, weren’t you?” Heechul fumed.

My face burned at Heechul’s blatant misunderstanding of Sehun. I was speechless, numb and nauseated by the screaming thought that nobody had ever been as wrong about anyone to the degree that Heechul was wrong about Sehun.

Lucas whirled around in his place on the floor to stare at me with sparkling eyes and a smile that flourished even in the tense atmosphere established by Heechul’s tantrum. “Boyfriend?” He repeated hopefully, giggling at the grin that tugged at my lips because the dream that Sehun could be my boyfriend— the first and only person I would love without limitations— was, for the first time, not a vague abstract concept.

Sehun was within reach, I knew, because I held him.

Mom rubbed bags under her eyes that were darkened by fatigue and running mascara. “What are you talking about? Lei’s boyfriend is right here!” She pointed at Lucas, misunderstanding our relationship for the millionth time.

“Stop living in a fantasy!” Heechul corrected her before I could.

The sharpness of his tone didn’t seem to bother Mom in the slightest way. Her eyes only narrowed in genuine confusion as she tried to resign herself to the fact that Heechul was right when he said, “Lei never dated Lucas! I’ve told you a million times— they’re siblings!” Jabbing a finger at me without glancing my way, Heechul told Mom, “She has a thing for that boy with the angry eyebrows and angrier temper!”

I squirmed at the knowledge that Mom and Heechul were among the millions who speculated about my relationships. To distract Heechul from Mom, who had enough to worry about without him yelling at her, I yelled, “My relationship with Sehun is none of your business!”

“Sehun?” Mom gasped, bringing a hand up to her lips. Her shoulders sagged. “You mean you’re really not dating Lucas?”

Thankfully, Lucas distracted Mom from the fact that Heechul, Grandma, and I rolled our eyes. Turning to place his hand on her knee over her red pajama pants, probably staining the fabric with buttery fingers, Lucas sweetly answered, “No, Mom. We never dated. We’re best friends.”

From that moment on, following a subtle nod at Lucas, who had never before gone to such lengths to deliberately deny our dating allegations, Mom never again mistook us for a couple.

“Sehun?” Mom repeated, focusing her bewildered gaze on me. “You were out with Sehun?”

The answer was obvious because of his coat that still hung loosely over my shoulders and the blush that colored my face at the sound of his name. Still, I nodded my head and closed my eyes to block out the sight of Mom’s mouth falling open in utter surprise.

“If you’re shocked by this,” Heechul hissed at her, “then you should have seen them fighting on the front porch!”

“That was a misunderstanding!”

I don’t know who I was trying to convince with that outburst: Mom, whose gaze flickered between me and Heechul; Grandma, who finally paused the television drama to devote her full attention to the real-life drama unfolding before her eyes; Heechul, who still glared at me, impossible to convince; or myself, who plummeted from my height at the memory of the fight on the front porch that Heechul would not let me forget.

Lucas, the only person who didn’t require convincing, agreed uncharacteristically quietly, “Yeah. Sehun has loved Lei forever. He’s just learning how to show it in a new way.”

Deaf to Lucas’s opinion or otherwise dubious, Heechul insisted, “I didn’t misunderstand a damn thing about him snatching that flower crown off of your head! Don’t be stupid enough to forgive a jerk just because he lies and says he loves you!”

At my ragged wheeze that filled the room instead of my adamant declaration that it wasn’t a lie— that Sehun meant it when he said he loved me— Grandma cut her eyes at Heechul, Lucas dropped his gaze into the bucket of popcorn in his lap, and only Mom was brave enough to argue.

She placed a soothing hand on Heechul’s shoulder. “Heechul, calm down. That’s what happens in young love— misunderstandings, dramatic arguments, more dramatic reconciliations. Sehun is a sweet boy, so I’m sure—”

“You didn’t see what I saw!” Heechul frowned as he shrugged out of Mom’s grip. “If that’s that guy’s idea of love, then he needs to stay the hell away from our girl!”

My stomach turned at the mere thought of never seeing Sehun again, and I glared at Heechul for speaking such a tragedy into the universe. This is precisely the sort of thing I should never admit, but I knew that I would have gone behind Heechul’s back for the rest of my life to continue walking with Sehun even for moments at a time in the darkness.

I was dangerously in love with him, all too willing to risk my reputation and other relationships. That’s not necessarily a good thing, but it’s the truth. Thankfully, Mom didn’t seem to buy into Heechul’s prejudice against Sehun. I didn’t even want to know whether I would disregard her advice to chase after a boy, even one like Sehun.

Crossing her legs in her seat, Grandma asked, “Lei, is Sehun the one who kissed you in the dining room?”

My face burned at the memory of Baekhyun’s brief kiss. I wasn’t grateful to Grandma for bringing it up. How could she have forgotten Sehun’s face after all those years I spent showing her his photographs and detailing everything he ever meant to me?

Before I could recover from embarrassment long enough to shake my head in response, Lucas gasped, “Sehun kissed you in the dining room? When were you gonna tell me that?”

“Sehun didn’t kiss me in the dining room!” I fixed my flustered gaze on Lucas, crossing my arms tightly over my chest as I hurriedly explained, “Baek did, but only because mistletoe was involved!”

Lucas raised a skeptical eyebrow, opening his mouth probably to remind me that the last time I said something like that, the boy hadn’t kissed me only because mistletoe was involved.

My eyes screwed shut as if that would blind me to the rather obvious fact that there was something bittersweet— but mostly sweet— in Baekhyun’s kiss because there was far too large of a gap between the present-tense version of myself who was in love with Sehun and the me of my dreams who was born to be the mirrored moon to Baekhyun’s burning sun. This was not the time to embrace the hope that I would get there someday, to the place where dreams and reality meet, to the place where the sun touches the moon. So I bit my tongue and comforted myself with the belief that there is a time for everything under the sun.

“Baek?” Heechul repeated through his frown.

Again, Mom tried to conceal her gasp with her hands. “Baekhyun kissed you?”

I said, “It wasn’t a real kiss!” but that didn’t feel very much like the truth. I hoped nobody saw through my claim as easily as I could.

“Oh,” Grandma nodded as if to distract me from the confusing spiral of Baekhyun-related thoughts. “So Sehun is the one who was heartbroken by the kiss?”

That easily, Grandma returned my attention to Sehun. Just by imagining that Sehun had been at all affected by that brief peck on my cheek, I jolted awake from every Baekhyun dream and found my footing in a shallow pool of remorse. It was fruitless to wish that the kiss hadn’t happened (especially since I had done nothing to provoke it). It was probably equally as fruitless to wish that I hadn’t been too focused on Mom’s moment of heartbreak to notice Sehun’s. Still, I did. A lot of my thoughts are fruitless.

“Oh, so he’s the jealous type too?” Heechul groaned. “This guy just has every perk, doesn’t he? You know, Lei, you’re not any better than the girls you always criticize on these shows—” he gestured wildly toward the television— “the ones who always overlook a perfectly nice guy like Baekhyun for some douchebag like—”

“Stop it!” My voice shattered as I screamed, rising to my feet and balling my fists at my sides. “Just stop it! I don’t care if you’re trying to protect me! I’m not going to sit here and listen to you misunderstand my favorite— my forever—” my chest heaved while I stuttered around the best way to describe Sehun— “the person I’ve loved for most of my life!”

Silence fell over the room. Everybody looked up at me with widened eyes because a.) I never raised my voice, b.) I never admitted to loving anyone or anything, and c.) I always had this rule about waiting until I was alone to shed tears.

I know I had broken that rule before in front of Sehun, especially when I was younger and more volatile, and I had sobbed into Lucas’s chest once or twice, and there was that time Changmin caught me in a brief fit of tears backstage, but Mom and Heechul— they were both so shocked by my outburst that they both stood as if to rush toward me.

Looking back, I wish I had allowed them to embrace me or dry my tears. I wanted to let them get close to me, but I guess I was too embarrassed. I guess I had not yet broken my longtime habit of running from overwhelming emotions.

I raced upstairs to my bedroom, thinking that if Donghae had been there like he was every past Christmas, he would have known what to say to diffuse the storm inside of me. Maybe he would have waited until I was alone in my room to gingerly knock on the door, sit by my side, watch the moon and stars with me through the window, and say everything that I needed to hear to smile again.

Closing the door behind myself, I admitted for the millionth time that I missed Donghae so much— too much. I hoped that I would be brave enough to tell him the next time our paths crossed. Speaking with Sehun assured me that that day would come sooner or later; I just hoped that we wouldn’t accumulate too much time apart because, really, I needed him then. Needing people is scary, I think, because you never realize how dependent you are until you’re alone.

I reached into Sehun’s pocket for my phone, somehow emboldened by the night’s twists and turns to take fate into my hands, somehow believing that I could bring our paths together on my own. Before I could dial Donghae’s number, though, I noticed the poster on my wall— the poster I hadn’t seen in two years— Sehun’s poster.

My phone fell back into my pocket. After I pulled the two halves of the mistletoe crown out of the pocket and set them next to the ribbon on my vanity, I tiptoed over to the poster. My heart pounded as if Sehun were really in my room, watching as I peeled the pink sticky note off of the poster’s face, laughing at the blush that spread across my face as I read:

“Don’t kiss this too much! It’s just a poster!” — Lucas

I guess I had to laugh at the memory of my childhood self rising onto her tiptoes to peck at the poster’s lips. I guess I had to squeal at the realization that Lucas had returned my box of memories. I guess there was no choice other than to jump onto my bed, all too eager to pull out its contents one by one.

I was surprised to find that the items collected no dust in the years they spent on the highest shelf of Lucas’s closet— which I couldn’t quite reach no matter how I strained— or wherever the hell he hid them. He must have meant it when he promised to take care of them. I shouldn’t have been surprised; Lucas always kept his word.

Fastening my bracelet on its rightful place around my wrist, I imagined how different life would have been had I known when I first wore it years ago that Sehun and I would eventually find our way onto the same path at the same time. I wondered how different life would have been if I had known when I first removed it that the bracelet wouldn’t be too heavy forever.

Of course, no warning could have prepared me for the first kiss by the piano, or the second one on the porch, or the third kiss in his car, or the fact that in the span of one night I would lose track of how many times his lips brushed against mine, but I— I don’t know. It’s not that I regretted the years of longing for him and dreaming about him. How could I regret something that made up most of my life?

All I know for certain is that if I could do it all again— if I could go back to the start, knowing how it all would end— I would take back every cruel word I said to him in those two years that I tried to hate him. I did regret all of that time. I still do. I make up for it every day.

Now, I think there is more strength in wearing a broken heart on your sleeve than hiding it behind a crumbling stone mask. Now, I know that no wound heals when left to fester in the dark.

Maybe Heechul knew that too. Maybe that’s why he turned the light on when he walked through my door without knocking. There was something like an apology on the tip of his tongue before his eyes fell on the box.

“What’s that?” He asked, pointing.

Hesitantly, I answered, “Memories,” shielding Sehun’s pictures from Heechul’s eyes that, despite having softened considerably during his walk up the stairs, could have gone icy at any moment at the slightest provocation.

Heechul’s eyebrows shot up in an exaggerated expression of interest. “Oh?” He held out a hand. “Let me see.”

I shook my head. “Believe me: you don’t want to see him.”

I spoke quietly because I feared that we were on the brink of another fight— because I feared that I might have needed Heechul just as much as I needed Donghae— because I knew that I couldn’t have endured being at odds with him too.

More often than not, Heechul was a handful. He could trigger my migraine more quickly than anyone else I knew because he was loud, attention-seeking, and he had little (if any) concern for social decorum. In short, Heechul was annoying, but the very attributes that counted as flaws also counted as virtues. That made Heechul the most unique person I ever met.

Although he never expressly stated so and he was never inclined toward sickeningly sweet gestures, I never wondered whether Heechul loved me. It was evident, unspoken, embedded in my perception of the world.

I— I know that love isn’t supposed to be earned, but I think I have always been cripplingly afraid of losing it. That was probably my biggest flaw: biting my tongue, clenching my fists, packing ‘fruitless’ thoughts into boxes all in a desperate effort to cling to everything in my life that ever resembled love for the briefest second.

Still standing over me, Heechul softened his gaze. Maybe he saw my flaw and pitied me for it. “They’re pictures of that boy, aren’t they? The one you love?” We both reddened at that accurate description of Sehun.

“Yeah,” I whispered, moved by Heechul’s effort to control his temper and treat me like the piece of glass I had always been. “They’re pictures of Sehun.”

Heechul sat at the edge of my bed on the other side of the box and again held his hand out. That time, I trusted him with the photographs, but I watched anxiously as he flipped through them. “If you love him enough to collect all of these photocards, why did you have them packed away in some box?”

“I tried to grow out of him,” I admitted, tracing my thumb over the bracelet’s cotton candy charm.

Heechul’s head tilted as if to ask ‘Why?’ so I continued, “It’s exhausting to be in love with somebody who can’t love you. I thought it would make me strong if I could stop. I thought that if I never saw these things again, I would grow up, but I—”

Looking into the box to find that old My Melody keychain from my tenth birthday smiling at me, I sighed, “I must have been doomed from the start or something.”

“That’s a bleak outlook on love.” Heechul carefully placed the photocards back into the box and surveyed the other objects. “You aren’t doomed because you’re attracted to someone. It may not be easy or pain-free, but you don’t have to be with somebody just because you can’t stop loving him.”

“But I do want to be with him.” Drawing a deep breath, I tried to explain, “I— I know that you’ve only seen us together at our weakest moment, but I swear that Sehun is a good person. He’s the best person because he always tries to do the right thing, and he has always tried to guide me onto the best path even when we were lost in the dark. Most of the time, he’s almost inhumanly calm and patient, but right now he’s a little clumsy with his feelings because he never planned to date, and he probably never expected to love me, and—”

“Lei,” Heechul interrupted, nearly laughing at my lovesick rambling. “You don’t have to convince me that this guy deserves your heart. You’re 21, and you can go out with whoever you want, and collect photocards of whoever you want, and I— why are you looking at me like that?”

I shrugged my heavy shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t want you to think that I’m a fool for some boy who doesn’t even love me. I guess when I love somebody, I want you to love them too.”

“Oh.” As Heechul scratched at the back of his neck, his eyes flickered away from mine. He cleared his throat. “That’s not going to be easy. I’ll try because I can see the little lights in your eyes when you talk about him, but I remember the tears that were in your eyes when he snatched your crown.”

“Oh,” I muttered, knowing that nothing I could have said would wipe that scene from Heechul’s memory.

Fidgeting, Heechul admitted, “I know that you’ve always said that you would never date, but I always imagined that you would end up with someone who gives you crowns. I— maybe that doesn’t make sense.”

I picked at a loose thread on my quilt and fought the sudden urge to cry. “It makes sense.”

“And even if I tried to forget, Yesung would never let me.” Heechul rolled his eyes. “His bitching about the punk who stole our princess’s crown totally killed the party.”

Again, I mouthed, “Oh.”

Once he noticed that my eyes were glossy with tears, Heechul huffed, “I can’t handle all of these emotions. You and your mom are killing me tonight!” He fanned himself before declaring, “Fine! Fine, I’ll forgive that boy, but only because I think your mom is probably right about how young people act. She’s always right, damn it!”

“Really?” I couldn’t help but smile. “You’ll forgive Sehun?”

“Yeah,” Heechul grumbled, “but only because I remember this one time that your mom and I had a huge ass fight in public. I did something really, really stupid, so she slapped the shit out of me, and for a second there, I really wanted to slap the pink off of her lips—”

I cracked up at that completely unprecedented phrase, and Heechul cut his eyes at me and crossed his arms. “It’s not funny, Lei! It really hurt, and I had to walk around the drive-in with a handprint on my face!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, grinning as I remembered how Sehun helped me find Mom and Heechul when I got lost at the drive-in, how he let me hold his hand because I was afraid to walk in the dark, how he laughed at the voices I made up when translating the film into Korean.

“Anyway,” Heechul hummed, “the moral of my story is that anyone can do something rash out of character, so I understand. I get it. I’ll let your little boyfriend off the hook this time, but he needs to learn to control himself if he doesn’t want Yesung to kick his ass. Pass that along on your next midnight rendezvous.”

Too happy to point out that Sehun wasn’t technically my boyfriend, I nodded. “Alright, Heechul.”

“And you—” Heechul stood and started toward the door, beckoning me to follow him downstairs to resume the drama— “don’t forget that you deserve the world because I don’t want to have this talk again.”

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i am Extremely interested in the titles of every single one of your wips but i am actually begging you for details on 'Veega my beloved' because she is also my beloved <3 (🤝 our unity bullshit ❤❤)

Send me a WIP doc title (list here) and I’ll talk about it!

I’ve had “something Leela/Veega” on my fic idea list since Time War 3 came out....but it’s your fault that this fic has skyrocketed to the top of my priorities now, thank you so much for jumping into this sandbox with me <33

Initially I wasn’t sure whose pov I wanted to write from – we know Leela, we know her baggage going into this world and this relationship, and exploring all those internal emotions could be really interesting? But at the same time we don’t know Veega very well and so *insert “It’s Free Real Estate” gif*

So the project evolved from “something Leela/Veega” to “Veega character study” because I realized if I was writing from her pov, I wanted/needed to know what baggage she’s carrying when she meets Leela, and that means this fic has to be about her life and her backstory.

I keep thinking about Unity as the end-of-the-line, a place people end up when they have nowhere else to go (I feel like there’s actually a quote about this but I can’t find it right now so it’s possible I made that up?) So I see Veega’s backstory as one of running, of losing one home and building another and losing that one too. There’s tragedy throughout her life, but she keeps choosing to create a home as much as she can wherever she is, and keeps choosing to love even in this universe that’s tearing itself apart.

And since Veega’s father was a soldier who died in battle (and she references the battle by name when she’s talking to Romana, as if Romana would have heard of it), I see her story as one of running from the Time War specifically – sometimes she’s ahead of it, sometimes it catches up to her and tears at her world.

The fic is going to be structured around that idea of loss and rebuilding – I’ve kind of split it up in my head into the different families she builds throughout her life? So starting off with the family she was born into – her parents, I’ve invented a younger sibling – and seeing where she grew up and what that world and that family was like (I’m thinking maybe she originally grew up on a farm, and so there’s a ‘coming full circle’ narrative with the farm on Unity, and also she’d have certain skills and memories to lean on when she’s starting the farm on Unity later in life?). And then how that world falls apart – the death of her father and something that forces her family to run/scatter in some way (still working on this bit).

For her second family (when she’s a young adult), I have vague ideas for this group of twentysomethings all on their own who become close friends as they’re all thrown into the same work environment or running in the same direction together.....again, a lot of the details of this fic are still tbd. But I think this part is likely to be quite spaceship-based? It’ll depend on what I decide for how she got separated from her mother and sibling and what kind of work she gets involved with (Veega’s work experience/background is something I’m still thinking about).....but if the first part and next part of the fic are very grounded on a particular planet, I like the idea of telling a story here about her finding a home while hopping from place to place – there's never the same ground under her feet, but there are the people she loves around her.

And then we hit Things Get Bad, Round 2. Also very nebulous right now? In general, I don’t want to just kill of or have her get separated from everyone she’s ever loved throughout her life, but she is definitely quite alone by the time she meets Leela so.....yeah it can’t really be a happy backstory?

But I think Rayo’s father is going to be one of the people in that friend group, so there’s some continuity-of-family there? And I can get into the backstory of that relationship, and then how they eventually ended up alone together on Unity. And this is the third family – the two of them setting up this life on the farm, and Veega getting pregnant, and them preparing for this kid who they’re so ready to love and do everything they can to shield from the war.

And then, not long after Rayo is born.....yeah. (This fic really is just me continually ripping the ground out from under Veega’s feet unfortunately, but also that cycle of loss is what I want to explore – particularly because it parallels how Leela keeps losing one home and finding another one, so by the time they meet they’ve both loved and lost so much - but they still choose to love again.)

So Rayo’s father dies, Veega’s alone with baby Rayo on the farm, things are very rough.....and then Leela shows up, injured and alone, running from the city and the slavers she recently escaped from. And I’m going to spend quite a bit of time on this family (of course). The early days: Veega taking Leela in and taking care of her, Leela protecting her and Rayo (if Leela’s way of dealing with grief is throwing herself into a fight, Veega’s is throwing herself into caring for others). Them learning to communicate (bc language barrier – I could handwave it and say the Trell, who must have given Leela the ability to speak the language on that planet in Mother Tongue, left her with that ability – but I want to try exploring the idea of not having a translator?). And the eventual shock of learning that Leela’s from Gallifrey, and processing that (honestly I could write a whole fic just on that, so I’ll probably just touch on it here?). Growing into being a family, falling in love (and I know it’s from Veega’s pov, but I’ll have to at least indirectly touch on Leela’s motherhood-related trauma and initial wariness around Rayo because of it, and Leela’s complicated emotions towards Romana and Narvin and how there isn’t any closure there so it’s hard to let go?)

One thing I haven’t completely decided is the exact relationship backstory I’m going with for Leela and Romana and Narvin in this fic – it’s not something the fic will get into too much, but I’d like to know in my head? But there is a good chance I’ll end up making this fic What We Choose compliant. I want my post-Time War fic to be a WWC ‘verse fic and I want to get into Leela’s grief for Veega in that fic, so it is all nice and convenient if all the fics can co-exist in the same universe, even if the Veega fic won’t formally be part of that series? And I like the idea of there being an overtly romantic backstory there, because then I can explore how not ever ending things with or being able to talk with Romana and Narvin affects Leela re: getting into a relationship with Veega.

I would actually want to explore a different relationship backstory for those three for the Everyone Escapes Unity AU.....but that’s not an active project/as likely to actually get written, so I probably won’t let that factor into things.

And back from that tangent: so eventually, we once again hit the Things Go Wrong times – the raids keep getting worse and worse. The shadow of the Time War is looming.

Veega gets sick.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted this fic to go right up until her death but I think it will – because I want to touch on Romana and Narvin showing up, and how Veega resents them for crashing into her life but also is glad that they’re hear because maybe Leela will have people to lean on after Veega is gone. Maybe, if they get the TARDIS, Leela and Rayo can run when they need to and continue to keep away from the war as long as they can.

Stylistically, this fic’s gonna be along the lines of knock the ice from my bones or leaned in and let it hurt, with shorter scenes spanning a (in this case very) long range of time. It’s in vague outline stage right now – I’ve got this general structure, but I’m in the process of figuring out what scenes I actually want and making actual proper backstory decisions. It has the potential to end up quite long, but I also don’t want to go overboard – there’s a lot of coloring in the lines I could do in future fics, this one is meant to sort of sketch an outline of her life? So I want to make sure I’m being selective with how many and which scenes I’m including, and if they’re each contributing to the thematic through-lines.

So this fic is gonna take a little while, but most definitely watch this space :)

#unity family #leela x veega #gallifrey audios #veega #leela #sircarolyn #thank you for sending this!! <33 i love talking about the unity family #i don't have anything written yet and i'm in the process of starting to recover from major burnout #so my writing might be even slower than usual over the next many months #but i am committed to this fic especially <3 #ramblings #asks

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bakugoubabygirl · 4 years

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Part one is here https://bakagoubabygirl.tumblr.com/post/625295921148788736/todoroki-xreaderx-katsuki-you-are-the-daughter-of

Part two

After school I was looking for Todoroki when I saw a certain blonde at the back of the school. He look like he has been crying . I stood there for a minute then he saw me . Shit.

"What do you want you dumbass. What are you a stalker now ," he yelled. Clearly his pride had been damage from today . He needed it though . I started to walk away I didn't feel like tearing him down anymore today .

" Wait" he grabbed my wrist . Digging his nails into my skin. " Train with me," he said in a low voice " Be on my team" he folded a piece of paper into my hands .

I was about to answer when I heard a familiar voice. Katsuki let go of me knocking me back some. " Y/n there you are. What's going on , he didn't hurt you or anything ?" Todoroki said . Looking at me and bakagou.

" No I'm fine , let's go ," I sigh .

" Why are you so worry about her you half and half bastard . If I want to hurt her, I will and you cant stop me . So get out of here , before I blast your ass." He fumed.

I grabbed Shouto hand and rolled my eyes at Katsuki . " I'm fine Shouto don't worry about me " I smile . We handed outside to the car where my dad was waiting.

" What was that about?" He ask . His grip on my hand gotten tighter.

" He wants me to train with him ," I laughed

" Oh, look Y/N, Katsuki is a very unstable individual, please be careful" he gave me a hug before I got into the car. " thank you but I can handle him"

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Katsuki POV 💥

I will surpass them all . Y/N is alright at fighting, her training with me will make her a good asset to me in battle . I gave her my number , because no one else can talk to her with Icyhot getting in away. Like he thinks she his for some reason. Then I got a message .

Y/N: Hey It's Y/N . Where are we training at Tommorw hothead .

Katsuki : Tommorw before school meet me at my house at 6am . I won't go easy on you stupid little princess.

Y/N: bring it .

I turn my phone off and then scowled at myself. Why do I have a stupid smile on my face . I couldn't careless about her.

I woke up and change into some sweat pants and a tight black shirt. I grab my bag and waited in the living room until I heard a knock on the door .

I open it to see her standing there in some tight leggings and a crop top . Her hair was out of her face and tied up . I don't know why I made a stupid blush, when her outfit was covering more then her costume . You can see her face today it wasn't down hiding her .

" Well lets go if we are going and stop staring " she smirked .

" I WASNT STARING" I screamed . She so full of herself. " I will kill you"

"We could go over to my house . we have a training arena in the back" she suggested . Of course she does . She has been getting proper training all her life . Being the daughter of the number one hero in all .

" Sure whatever " she grabbed my hand . Like she does with Todoroki. It made feel at ease for some stupid reason. I made a disgusted look. I didn't and won't make her let go . What's happening.

We made it to her house . I never bother to care what all might house look like . It was crazy huge , a freaking mansion .

" So this is it , surprise no paparazzi has caught me yet" she laugh. Now that she mention it was weird that we walk all the way here with out anyone spotting her. Then again she had two body Guards that's been behind us the whole time .

" Let's just gets to the part where I’m beating you" I said. She open the door and her dad was right there.

" Y/N I was worry , where have you been" then he saw me " You didn't tell me you were bringing guest over" he didn't have a smile on his face which was odd to see him without one.

" Yeah well we are going to train before school , so we have to get going " she huff.

" You And him training alone ?" He cross his arms . " I don't want boys over here , when I'm not here. I have to go do hero work " he snap . I felt really awkward standing here . Y/n didn't help the situation.

" Why you don't trusts me ? we won't have sex or anything . I would rather throw up and I'm sure he agrees. So please stop being over protective." She Argue.

" I see " he said giving up . Then he face to look at me " I'm a hero but if you touch her or hurt real bad . I won't hesitate to murder you” . Then he grabbed his jacket and left .

" Come on let's go we're wasting time " she lead me to the training arena .

" let's race three miles to get warm up" she said .

" What do I get when I win" I gave her a smirk.

" Well it Doesn't matter because your not going to win" she laugh. She really fucking stupid, thinking she can beat me.

" Well when I win , I want you to take me out to eat after school Tommorw" I hope she didn't realize what I was doing . She to stupid too notice , so it's whatever.

" Is that's so " she smiled . Fuck. Then she got into position to start running " If I win, which I will, You have to eat lunch with me, for now on" she laugh.

" Whatever loser, on your mark .get ready; Go" I shouted and then we took off .

She was fast but I'm faster. When we were on our second lap she past me . Sticking her toungue out at me . It fucking piss me off I speed up as fast as I could go .

We we're neck and neck ; with the finish line in view. I cross it around the same time she did. I won anyways though.

" Looks like I won" she brag. Oh fuck no .

" In your fucking dreams princess, I fucking won" I spat. Taking her water bottle out of her hands . The frustration on her face, was so damn cute . I love pissing her off.

" Hey that's mine" she try to snatch out of my hands." Give it back and besides that's counts as a indirect kiss"

I hold it up over hand . She so fucking short. It doesn't count as a kiss . If I wanted to kiss her I would and it would be so good, it would blow her fucking brains out . " Fucking grab it , short stack, if you want it" this was fucking amusing.

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Your POV 💜

He was so fucking annoying . I floated up and grab it . He barrow his eyes brows, before he gave me this unsettling smile .

He aim his explosions at me and I watch his face as these black shadow arms appeared out of me . They shield his explosions from me .

" What is that ," A shock expression flash across his face . " What is your quirk"

" Not telling" I know that would piss him off . What could I say though . I don't even understand my powers .

" Whatever " he grabbed my arm and try to throw a punch. A caught his hand and I kicked his leg in . We fought hand to hand for a good hour . He finally had me pin to the ground. shit.

" Ha I won" he had a satisfied smile on his face . I spit in his face, his eyes flash . " You fucked up princess" he made an explosion in his hand . Then the alarm went off. The one I set, so we wouldn't be late for school.

" Your fucking lucky but next time you try a move like that. I will kill you" He got off of me and grabbed his bag . " Where the bathroom so I can change into my uniform?"

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Katsuki POV 💥

After I got out of the bathroom, I couldn't help but to look around . I'm in allmight house it was kind of crazy. How does she not get lost in this place . I saw a door with( Y/n ) name in purple letters, on it . I open it .

This must be her fucking room. It was organized and huge. She had paintings covering the walls . There we're actually beautiful . She had paintings of cherry trees and the great waves . There were several others that were beautiful also . Every stroke she seem to put time and passion in it .

A couple of them caught my eye though. It was a throne made of bones and dry blood . On the throne sat a lady in crown; with a smile on her face that send chills down my back.

Another one was a baby in a crib . With sharp knives for a mobile . The baby seem to be sleeping peacefully though. Why would she paint something so fucking twisted.

" I see you figure out my secret " she laugh . Standing at the door way " My love for painting, those two your looking at were from a dream I had.”

" I don't fucking care , okay I got lost in this stupid house" Okay I was embarrassed I was caught in her room . Why would she paint her nightmares though .

Then I saw it on her desk . A picture of her and deku. He had his stupid arm around her . This made me so sick . " Why the fuck do you have a picture of you and that loser"

" We spent the summer hanging out and he not that bad" she was smiling while reminiscing about it . That made my blood boil for some reason.

" He a quirk less no one" So why is she so close to him. He not even good enough for her . Then again deku said he been training with allmight . That's probably why they hung out . She had to be his friend and didn't want too.

" He like a brother to me and he not Quirk less" her smile went away " We have to go we're going to be late"

Hah loser deku stuck in the brother zone. She grabbed my hand and pull me out of her room. She was so damn confusing . One minute she talking shit to me and, the next she has this innocent and sweet act.

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Todorki POV 🤍❤️

The bell was about to rang . Where was Y/n . Then I saw her walking in with bakagou . I was so confused. Everyone was watching them and the tension between them .

" Oooo bakagou get it" Kiri laugh . I thought I saw bakagou face turn pink but it was gone so quickly.

" Shut up you shit hair, we were just fucking training . Something you need to do" he yelled. He so ignorant. Yet Y/n laugh at this . He doesn't deserve a second of her attention.

I got nothing to worry about . His personality is flaming shit. He don't have a heart to even look at her like that, does he?

Everyone was having a argument over who was the class reps . lida came up with a system . Y/n came over and sat on my desk . I try my best to not let myself blush .

" So who did you vote for" she ask . She had a strand of her twirling it around her fingers. She was so damn beautiful.

" Midoriya of course" I reach into my bag . I saw some purple Sakuras on my way to school. They reminded me of her . " I got something for you" I handed her the flower.

" Oh thank you it is beautiful" her face lit up . She lean over to kiss me on the cheek as a thank you. " I don't know where to put it" she shyly blushed .

I took the flower out of her hand . I moved the hair out of her face and, place the flower in her hair . Her face seem to redden and it was so adorable.

" Are you all right bakabro" kiri said , getting the class there attention.

" I'm fine, shitty hair" he glare over to me and then look back to kiri .

" Are you sure because you burnt your text book" bakagou look down at his hands . It was clear that he didn't realize it .

" Yeah I did it on purpose, shut up" he growled.

The votes came back and Izuku was the class rep. Everyone agree with this . Y/n jump off my desk to give Izuku a hug . When she did her skirt went up to farther and I saw more then I should for a second . I had to stop my mind from thinking about it to much .

" Who the in the hell voted for that fucking looser" Bakagou lost his shit . He a human version of a headache.

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Your POV 🌸💜

I grabbed my tray, to go set next to Todoroki. When a hand grabbed my arm . " Remember you set with me now" katsuki shouted.

" Oh so you admit that I won earlier" I smirked. I piss him off by my comment . He kind of look cute when he was frustrated.

" No, I'm just being fucking generous . Letting you eat with me after you fucking loose . You still have to take me out to eat" he was shouting . The cafeteria was looking at us .

" Fine but only because your making scene" I sigh . I took my seat next to bakagou , when kiri came over .

“ Hey your in my seat” he whined

“ I’m sorry, here I’ll move” I pick up my tray and stood up.

“ Sit the fuck down Y/n . You were here first” bakagou ordered.

“ It’s alright Y/N I’ll set on the other side of you” he consented . I gave him an apologizing look, bakagou was such an ass.

Me and kiri was talking about (your favorite show f/s ) . He made a joke about the show, I started laughing so hard the milk came out of my nose . It was so embarrassing.

“ Hey so Y/n, do you want to come over tonight . We could watch the new episode and eat snacks” he babbled.

“ Yeah that’s sound like fun!” I replied

Out of no where an alarm went off. Everyone rush to the front door to see what happening . Bakagou grab my arms and led me to an empty class room.

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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch four

read ch three here

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an; i hope everyone out there is staying safe and sound. also, feel free to give feedback! i love to hear from you guys.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.1k+

edie's pov

"give up now, parker. i can do this all day." i say with a heavy breath as i hold peter in a headlock between my legs. we've been messing around with each other, showing off what we're capable of. somehow that led us to this moment.

he's struggling to break away from my hold. using all his strength to squirm away, he lets out grunts that eventually end with a big sigh as he gives up. only to try all over again a few seconds later.

"god it's like your legs are made of steel, this is inhumane." he puffs out, finally accepting defeat.

"oh. oh! my eyes! what is going on in here?" a voice booms throughout the room.

both our heads snap to the sound at the doorway to see happy standing there with his hands over his eyes. tony's voice can be heard in the hallway.

"what? why are you doing that, happy? oh lord! jesus children, it's only the first day." he shouts as he shields his eyes away from our general direction. i scramble away from peter and we each end up on either side of the blue mat that covers half of the room. both of our faces are flustered and shaded a guilty hue of red even though we weren't doing anything worthy of that feeling.

tony saunters over to a table on the side of the room and motions for us to join him. i hop up off of the ground, brushing myself off and moving my hair out of my face. i take my place next to mr. stark and peter follows in suit on the opposite side of him.

"okay so as you know- peter, take your mask off. what is this a kid's costume party?" tony pokes fun at peter who rushes to take the mask off and holds it down by his side. i can't help but let out a muffled laugh at the embarrassed boy. he meets my eyes with no readable expression, only holding it for a moment before focusing back on mr. stark.

he continues on, "alright. now that that’s handled... let's get some ground rules on the table." he looks at both of us in the eyes before talking again.

"rule number one, you must always be on alert. you'll be the only ones here for the most part, aside from the occasional visits from happy or myself.

number two, one of you must be here at all times. you can take turns going out and helping old ladies cross the street, or whatever it is that you guys do. hey, hey, i'm kidding don't give me that look, peter.

number three, i expect weekly updates from you. edie, you'll probably want to handle that.

and lastly rule number four, i just added this one because i didn't think it would be a problem, but who am i kidding? no hanky panky in my compound. got it?"

i snap out of my focused state at that last part. my mouth bobs open and closed like a fish as i search for something to say. never in a million years would i think about doing things with peter. just the thought of it made me shiver.

"hello? i need an answer." tony says as he looks between the both of us. it's then that i notice peter- again- is flustered beyond belief.

peter's pov

"you got it mr. stark." i blurt out. he gives one last glance between us and nods his head in satisfaction.

"good. i'll see you two crazy kids later." he responds with a wink as he walks backwards towards the door, giving us laser fingers before he turns and is gone from the room. i move my attention to happy who was trailing behind him.

"don't make me come back here more than i have to." he says with a fake smile and wave before disappearing as well.

i turn to the only other person left in the room. the said person who suddenly makes the butterflies in my stomach turn on each other to form an all-out war. the scary part about this feeling is...i have no idea why i feel it. and it's sprung up on me out of nowhere. all i know is that as of late, being around her makes me nervous, and sweaty.

"i'm gonna go...take a shower," i say pitifully. i internally scold myself for being so weird all of a sudden, but without waiting for an answer i bolt out of the room and make my way to my own space i’ll be staying in this summer. during my escape, i hear the faintest 'bye' coming from edie's direction.

finally in my room, i press the button that releases my suit from my body and shimmy out of it, starting to feel claustrophobic beneath its tight hold. while showering was just the first thing i could think of for an excuse, the idea doesn't sound so bad. i scramble through my suitcase and find all of the things necessary to take a shower. i carry it all to the bathroom and turn on the water.

while waiting for it to warm up, i stare at myself in the mirror. my hair is damp from the sweat that always comes when i wear my mask. i just look rough. my cheeks are red and flustered- an emotion i find myself feeling a lot lately- and the only reason as to why, is the reminiscent feeling of edie's thighs wrapped around my head. a combat move that is a bitch to be stuck in is now sending shivers down my spine in the strangest way. the feeling of her soft, yet durable suit against my cheeks is fresh in my mind. part of me wants to feel her actual skin caressing my face. just the palm of her hand. or maybe even her lips.

the scandalous thought hits me in the face when i remember who it is i'm thinking about. no no no. i'm just a horny boy who is thinking with the wrong part of his body. there is no way i can be thinking these things about edie. not my best friend, that would be so weird.

right?

it's nearing dinner time the next day after mr. stark and happy left to meet up with the others. i've done my best to stay in my room, but the nagging feeling in my stomach craved for any food other than the peanut butter crackers i smuggled in the middle of the night.

with a groan, i peel back my sheets and crawl out of bed. i walk over to my door and pull it open, checking both ways to see if it was clear. i sigh with relief as i see no signs of edie and step out into the hall.

it's not that i don't want to see her, but...i kinda don't want to see her. i took the time to myself to think of my messed up feelings. i haven't always felt this way. edie has always been my best friend, and that's all i saw her as. but when i realized i wouldn't see her for three months, my heart hurt and my stomach twisted. now that it's just the two of us, those feelings are magnified and blaring and overwhelming.

halfway to the kitchen i hear footsteps bounding down the hallway behind me. i whip around just to be tackled to the ground by an alarmingly strong body.

"where ya been, pete? i've tried to get you out of your room all day. by the way, i like the shirtless look." edie pants from above me with a cheeky wink. i feel myself melt at her words. she wanted to see me. who am i kidding? of course she did, i'm the only other one in the compound and she’s probably bored. i'm dragged out of my thoughts when the rest of her sentence hits me.

looking down i do realize i have no shirt on, only a pair of sweatpants that are now sitting a little too far down on my hips due to the way edie is sitting on me. i scramble out from underneath of her, keeping hold on the band of my pants to ensure no more embarrassment. my movements send her flying on her butt a few feet away.

"oof, okay. my bad." she says awkwardly, but continues, "hey i was thinking of going out tonight? kicking a little ass and whatnot. wanna be my guy in the chair?" she asks from the ground as i stand to fix my pants. i curse my cheeks as i feel them redden.

jumping at an idea, i suggest something else, "actually i-i'll go out. don't worry about me though, i've got karen. wouldn't wanna make her jealous." i say, trying to joke. her face drops slightly before covering it up with her bright smile. i wonder how many times she's done that without me noticing.

"right. spider boy doesn't need little ole me. i'll be here when you get back." she chirps as she hops up from the floor, "at least keep me in mind when you're out there. i'll be right here." she taps her ear and i notice the tiny piece of metal made to fit her ear perfectly. it's her comm that tony gave us to ensure we're always sure of each other's safety. mine is sitting in my room, untouched.

"okay, e. i better get r-ready to go." i stammer out and turn back to my room.

"aren't you gonna eat?" she calls from behind me as i make my retreat.

my mission to get food was unsuccessful.

edie's pov.

i watch peter stumble back down the hall, seemingly eager to be anywhere i'm not. i brush the thought away and cop it up to nerves. we're officially here by ourselves, i'm nervous too.

i turn on my heel and head to the kitchen, where i begin making mac and cheese. it's one of my favorite things to eat, so i double the portions for later. or maybe i'll be generous and share some with peter.

my ear piece makes a short static noise and soon peter's voice is flooding through my head, "i'm heading out now, edie. uh, i guess let me know if there's an emergency or something. but other than that i'll be offline." he says, immediately doing so before i can respond.

i huff and plop myself down on a stool, waiting for my water to boil on the stove. my heart begins to sink. if peter is going to be acting this way the whole time we're here, i don't know if i'm so excited anymore. sure, i know this is a huge responsibility on our shoulders but we can still have fun, right?

"a watched pot never boils." i whisper to myself as i let my head fall into my hands. soon after that i feel my mind start to slip into a calmer state, easing me into a sleepy trance. i try my best to fight the feeling, but as soon as my eyes slide shut, i'm done for.

"edie? e? what's going on over there? there's an alarm going off, edie. edie!"

my head snaps up off of the marble kitchen island as i take in the room around me. the pot of water is definitely boiling now. so much so that the smoke detectors have started going off.

"edie!"

i stand up, still trying to gather myself and run over to the stove.

"pete? gosh, sorry. it's nothing i'm fine, i was just- FUCK. oh ouch ouch ouch." i put my thumb in my mouth and begin to suck on it, apparently i'm not awake enough to realize the pot is hot as hell before i tried to move it from the burner.

"e? are you okay? i'm coming back, hold on." peter says, worry lacing through his words. i hop up and down silently, holding my hand to my chest.

"no, no. i'm okay, just a little accident in the kitchen, i'll live." i reply, doing my best to not worry the boy protecting the city.

"oh my god, you cut off a finger, didn't you? i thought knives were your thing! i'm almost there."

"no! gosh, peter, i'm fine. finish your patrol. i'll see you later." i rush out, now at the sink, running cold water over my burn.

"too late i'm already here." he says. there’s some rustling coming through the comm, and he lets out a faint curse, "the doors aren't opening. what the hell?"

there's a silence.

"mr. stark never logged my finger print." he says, defeated. i can't help but laugh at his misfortune.

"don't worry, peter i'm coming to save you." i say with a coy smile, glad he can't see how much i'm enjoying this moment.

"totally unfair," he mutters, "i was supposed to come save you. but then again, what ever would i do without you, wolfie?"

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scandeniall · 4 years

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dive deep //ch.1

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x reader

Chapter 1: New Editor Needed | prologue | next | masterlist |

summary: yes this is a writer!reader and editor!akaashi. not much more to say. Based off of this piece i wrote and lets just tell the story of how we ended up there. I will say, that due to this actually having plot akaashi isnt in this part but is in ch 2. Author’s notes (which are impt) always at the end.

warnings: profanity, manga spoilers (with careers), will add more but im sure its gonna be alcohol because thats my personal brand

wc: 925 (its short but i figured it was a good place 2 stop.

“God, how many editors have you gone through.” The writer had seen better days, not as of late, but better nonetheless. It was obvious through displayed behaviors as of late. From the hostility laced in every word, to the unusually messy apartment. Not that a writer’s apartment was ever pristine, but if the several empty bottles of wine littering the house were anything to go by, the writer was having a rough time.

“Now is not the time Kenma,” the writer said. The wording came out muffled through the comforter covering the writer’s body. There was no doubt she had also buried themself under pillows as well. Glancing around the messy room he noted the mini garbage can filled to the brim with crumbled balls of paper. He’d have to get Kuroo to help him clean up.

“I can’t hear you, would you come out before I call Kuroo.” That was a lie. He’d heard the sentence, and despite protest he knew his friend was already enroute over. He was always better at handling these slumps.

“You probably already called him. I don’t care.” He hated times like these. The crash after the stress, and in this case anger.

“Now (Y/N). People who don’t tell people that they don’t care.” A third voice joined in the room and suddenly the cover shielding the writer from the world had been removed. Kuroo ignored the glare before taking his own look at the writer’s bedroom. “Did a hurricane come through here,” the man stated rather than asked before turning to greet the other man.

“Remind me to change my locks,” (Y/N) said, eyes rolling at the two men who are currently acting as offenders of invasion of privacy. Neither men acknowledged the quip, as they turned to themselves. “How long has our hermit been like this,” Kuroo questioned. He didn’t even flinch at the sock that had been thrown at him. Not that it had hit him anyways.

“(Y/N) fired another editor.”

“What is that, the third one now.”

“The fourth.” Kenma shrugged, before finishing. “I have a meeting to go to. It's a new game proposal. Handle this would you.” With that your friend promised he’d check in later, before making his exit. And then there were two. Once you’d pulled the cover back over, Kuroo took it upon himself to open the blinds, lightening the dreary room.

He contemplated the approach he wanted to take, to try and get his dear friend out of their slump. The forceful one, where he’d carry the writer out of bed if he had two and forced her to get fresh air, which he knew definitely hadn’t happened lately. Or the compassionate friend tactic. The once he’d mostly saved for heartbreaks, and other dire situations. However, considering the state of the apartment being the worst he’s seen in years of knowing the writer, he figured he’d go with the latter tactic for now.

Settling onto the bed, he heard the grunt of pain as he sprawled himself over the writer. A silence settled among the two before Kuroo felt himself being shoved off with a huff, and then his dear friend emerged.

“Wanna tell me what happened.”

“Saito is an unbearable controlling jerk, so I fired him.” The sentence had been filled with spite. Remembering how the old editor acted and treated the craft, filled (Y/N) with anger.

“And”

“He kept comparing me to other writers. Kept trying to get me to completely change the manuscript. Jerk is supposed to help me, not trash every word I give him. Then there's Suzuki and the agency who are demanding the book by the end of the year.”

Kuroo nodded along. While he didn’t have personal experience in the agency, he’d been friend’s with her for the past few years. Meeting in the first year of university, the two hit it off in a general ed literature class. He’d seen the writer be awarded several writing awards throughout their collegiate journey, even self publishing their second year.

The end of their third year, had resulted in his friend's official joining with HatchWorks Publishing Agency, publishing a professional book just over a year later. Now three years post university, the writer has only published short stories. They’d mostly been pieces written years prior and just edited to perfection. However, the agency wanted another full length work, and had cracked down and given it to the end of the year for a final manuscript. Little did they know about the loss of another editor, who also acted as the writer’s agent. “So, what are you planning on doing” Kuroo adjusted to accommodate the shift of his friend now leaning against him.

“Dying. Drowning my misery in alcohol and tears. I don't know Kuroo.” The two sat in silence each in their own heads. She is contemplating how she's going to survive without a job, if she can’t get the book together. Afterall, royalties and sales just decrease as the years pass. She’d have to consider a real career and admit to everyone who set writing wasn’t a real job that maybe they were right.

Kuroo on the other hand, was taking a mental note on everyone he knew. There had to be someone in the industry. Not Yaku, nor Kai. Kenma is obviously in gaming. Not Bokuto, but wait. Shooting up Kuroo disturbed the woman who had previously been resting on his shoulder only to look at him funny.

“I’m the best best friend in the whole wide world.”

A/N: ok so this is my first time trying out this writer style (im dumb and tipsy and cant think of which POV this is) also, im posting a band au either sometime in the middle of tonight or early tmw, yes that piece is also my new kid. i guess if anyone wants 2 be on a taglist i can make one???

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons #akaashi fic #dive deep

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aw-eather · 4 years

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Heather Watches SG1: s2ep22 Out of Mind and s3ep01 Into the Fire

Ah two of my all time favourites. Maybe even THE favourites. They’re just SO good. Also my shipper heart cannot take it but we love torturing ourselves here so lets go.

I’m gonna try and do enough that y’all get at least one post a day and scheduel them to go up periodically :)

This go very long so I hope it posts properly.

Ooooh mysterious tank

I mean honestly this was suspicious from the get go

Don’t trust this guy

JACK

YOU’RE ALL WET JACK

Is he?

Are they dead tho? Are you sure? Cause that sounds fake...

You see, the year is now.............. 2077

CREDITS

Teal’c looks all big and scary but really he’s a precious boy

End credits

TERYL ROTHERY

honestly that device looks very Star Trek

Missed opportunity to make a 69 joke

Girl he has been asleep for 79 years he probably remembers shit all

Good boy, answer nothing. Don‘t trust the random men that woke you up

thats not sarcasm, I don’t trust them either

“the rest of the facility” riiiiiight

Wizard of Oz reference

38 teams is a lot of teams

MMMMMMMM sounds FAKE

DON’T TRUST HIM JACK

General whats his face just dropped something on the ground

STARGATE

Jack is handsome

Me: I’m gay

Jack O’Neill: Yeah sure ya bethcha

Are ya just? What makes ya think Jack can help? he’s been asleep for 79 years

Tok’ra mind probe

Benefical alliance my ass, what did they ever really do for the Tau’ri??

Except promise to send a ship when they “had one available”

So thinking of Sam right now would be BAD Jack.

NOX

I LOVE THE NOX

WHAT CUTIES

look at them, they’re so sweet

Jack stop thinking and showing them shit

Could be a great weapon but the Nox are peaceful and beautiful and I love them

LITTLE GREY ALIENS WITH THE LITTLE GREY BUTTS

Thats a big ship

This is the only “look at all the shit we’ve managed to do so far” episode that is actually any good

Why don’t we meet the Furlings?

I wanna meet them

They sound fluffy

I love the baby asgards look at ‘em so cuuuuute

Kathrine! You’re great girly

“Touch it” *Jack touches it without knowing what it does, could die*

Jack waving his gun to touch the molecules seems like a bad idea

Yeah let him rest stop bullying him

purple goop

stop the pruple goop Jack

purple goop is never a good thing

Oh look... ANOTHER tank

DANNY BOY

Please cover your nipples

I don’t wanna see your man nipples

A third tank... funny that

SSSSAAAAAAMMMMMM

Funny how none of them are ACTUALLY dead

LIES WE’VE JUST SEEM THEM

Get these people some clothes

leaving her wrapped in a blanket is rude

Blanket looks like a mat tbh

BRATAC

SKARRA

Daniels hair is so bad in this episode I’m not sorry its HORRIBLE

He has a SHIELD Jack

FUCK YEAH JACK THROW THAT KNIFE YAS

HATHOR

I love Hathor hosts

She’s great honestly

Sam and janet and the girls kicking ass is the best

RIP Hathor

No seriously Daniel’s hair is BAD

Teal’c

JANET

ah yes, unusual

Teal’c is so passionate and caring about his friends I love him so much

THREE FUCKING WEEKS?!?!?!?!

janet is such an angel you can’t convince me otherwise

Are they tho?

Yeah he would but Teal’c with do anything for his F A M I L Y

Well he will leave

Aw Teal’c I love you with my entire heart

That zoom in on the patch is nice

YES JACK STOP THE GOOP

Nice kick!

BYE TEAL’C I LOVE YOU

AWW THIS EXCHANGE IS SO NICE

AW THE SALUTE BABE NO THAT HURTS MY HEART ITS SO SWEET

#SorryNotSorry but Jack looks so fucking good in this outfit

Like... he looks sooooo good

God I am questioning my sexuality left right and centre today

But seriously can he dress like that more often?

Go get ya girl, Jack!

Oh look... not the SGC

WHO WOULD HAVE EVER GUESSED

Serpant and Horus guards! :O

STOP THINKING BABE

THEY GONNA FIND YOOOOOU

SAAAAAAAAAM

BEAT THIS GUYS ASS AND SAVE. YOUR. GIRL

O U C H THAT WOULD FUCKING HURT

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHOULDER RUBBING

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHE IS TOUCHING HIM

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD FOLLOWED BY A MEMORY OF HIM NEARLY DYING

SHE’S STILL HOLDING HIS SHOULDER

STARING AT HER NAKED BACK

TRYING NOT TO STARE AT HER NAKED BACK

HE IS SO IN TROUBLE

HE FANCIES HER SO MUCH

I MEAN SAME

she also looks good but like he looks better???

GRABBING

WALL HOLDING

HANDS TOUCHING SHOULDERS

PINKY CURLED IN SO HE DOESN’T TOUCH BARE SKIN

COULD HAVE MOVED BUT ISN’T MOVING

THEY WANNA HOLD EACH OTHER

DEAR GOD

sorry I’ll stop with the caps

I just physically cannot with those two

i love them so much

and i hate how they were treatd

Hathor you idiot,

SUANNE

LOL Jack

Servants in the royal court? Yeah sounds great

Rude Jack

lol the pat on the shoulder Jack you dick

uuuuuuhhhhh didn’t notice before how HOT IT IS WHEN HATHOR RUNS THE IDC REMOTE UNDER SAMS CHIN AND THE LOOK SAM GIVES HER I-

ACK SNAKE

I hate them the same way Jack does tbh

they make me squirm

Give it to Daniel. Why is Daniel the only one that never has a snake in him... wait...

sorry but I just wanna talk with the national captions institute...

Alright! On to Into the Fire!

DAVIS

MAJOR DAVIS I LOVE YOU

MY FAVOURITE

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN IF THINGS DO FALL TO SHIT WHENEVER YOU’RE THERE

Dramatic zooooom on Hathors name for E M P H A S I S

CREDITS

I love how Hammond is like EVERYONE is saving SG1

How DARE you, Daivs. They are THE team, rude!

I love that everyone steps forward because everyone loves SG1 but also everyone knows you don’t leave anyone else behind.

I love Hammond

MARTIN WOOD :O

He is a great director

Ew snake

Jack still looks fucking good

Jack now is not the time for sass

Give it to Daniel. No one cares

Sam is like “I’m not scared bitch bring it”

Of course it wants Jack

Poor Jack

Why is it always him??

You tried, buddy

Sam’s hand on his CHEST PLEASE JUST GET MARRIED

TEAL’C

BRATAC

Sam literally hates watching Jack in any pain

Poor Jack

Hathor fuck off

What exactly was the point of ripping his shirt? It makes no difference to the snake going in the back of HIS HEAD

oh gross

i hate it

I hate it so much

ugh the chills I currently have

Suanne Baun is super pretty though

YAS TOK’RA LADY

WE RESPECT AND LOVE YOU

Another Wizard of Oz reference

Sorry Daniel looks so bad

its the hair honestly, the little dorky fringe

Sam’s hair, on the other hand *chefs kiss*

Yeah but he’ll be fine, Tok’ra lady saved the day <3

YAS GIRL

NOOO Poor Tok’ra lady

Sorry fam, I forgot her name lol

Sam pulling that jacket on, Sam in a jacket thats a little too big for her , Sam in a white shirt.. Sam

Yeah they are Teal’c.

Dead and false and dead... or is he???

Hand dance

Energy barrier is in the way, boys continue to shoot

oh no shooting towers of death are never a good sign

And of course Daniel got hurt so we have to baby him for the rest of the fucking episode jfc just sit him down somewhere and Sam and the rest of the teams can do the hard work... again

Cool Tok’ra tunnels are Cool

Lol Daniel being sassy (oh its just a deep, bleeding gash, it’ll be fine) lol sorry he is funny when he’s sassy

I’m sick of your army already, Hathor

OOOOH a barrier

Hammond is awaiting

Why do they give them such short time periods to do shit? Like they know things go wrong literally ALL THE TIME

Like “hi you have 24 hours to go into a SECURE, GOA’ULD FACILITY, RETRIEVE THREE SG MEMBERS AND GET OUT. PIECE.OF.CAKE”

6 hours is a long time to sit on your hands and do nothing tho. Ah well might as well go and save the boyfriend

The president can suck a rotten potatoe

Davis, you can’t really argue with him, he outranks you about 4 times

Sam’s sleeves are too long and baggy and its SO CUTE

GO SAM

SAVE THE DAY

BUT SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND FIRST

Hammond visiting Chulak

because he’s an angel baby

and the best dad ever to his four kids; Major Dr Science Space Baby, Sassy Grumpy Fruit Loop and Sam Carter Loving Space Baby, Warrior Gentle Giant Space Baby and Annoying, Doesn’t know shit, Archaeologist Space Baby.

Yas Teal’c, spill that tea

I will join you, bb

Hammond in a toga will also join you cause he a babe

and he needs your help cause Davis said No.

HAMMOND OF TEXAS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER I LOVE IT

Sam: I’m gonna go and shut this shield down

Sam: but not until I have tried to save my Future Husband.

Poor Tok’ra lady

Hand on chest again

Fucking Hathor man

Go away boo, you’re ruining the moment

Stop hurting Sam

YAS JACK FUCK YES I LOVE THAT

I love his response to it too

Like the shock and fear

This hug goes on a long time

I know he’s cold or whatever but like...

and I know he’s in shock and so is she a bit

he’s doing it for her as much as him

but they’re STILL hugging

They literally never do this again

Its so sweet because after this its just... nothing? Like POV happens and then Upgrade and Divide and Conquer and they go ah fuck we can’t hug anymore so all we get is platonic shoulder holding and using shoulders as pillows. The closes we get to a hug is Death Knell and emotional trauma Threads. I want a REAL hug

And he holds her arms for ages and helps her up

Wow they’re so fucking in love this hurts

“Found ‘em” Jack stop so cute

C4! Who’d have thought it

Ah shit they’re surrounded

He still looks good

They BOTH look good

They make a great couple

Nope, not really but its what ya got so you’re gonna have to deal with it

This general guy is a bit of a dick

Thats right Sam, don’t listen. Good job, Danny boy.

Only 1? Thats not a lot of time

Get out there, Jack! Buy that time

Gun Bum! (if you know Sanctuary, you’ll get it)

He’s really not doing a great job of pretending to be a Goa’uld

Its really not impossible

ex-goddess lol

“She’s Gone. She is no more.” I’m honestly shocked people didn’t shoot him more often

I love him tho

Thank god, thats good timing

Hammond is IN. HIS. ELEMENT

There is no way she heard hiom say now but she still knew. I love them. I love how well they know each other and they’ve only known each other a little over two years

Time to KICK SOME ASS

JAFFA YAS

ooh coming in from behind, sneaky

YEEHAW

OH HAMMOND YOU PRECIOUS BABY

Sam going straight to Jack and it looks like she goes to put her arm around him.

I hate them ffs

Bra’tac and Human fuck me thats so cute

Sam’s smile when they see Teal’c and Hammond is Gorgeous

and Hammond patting her on the back! stop! I love Space Dad and his idiot Space babies.

Final Thoughts:

Seriously guys this is my favourite Final and First eps of a season.

100% one of my favourite two parters, if not my all time favourite two parter

Great direction, good story, excellent bad guys, good acting, just enough suspense with out being too drawn out, something for everyone, comes of the back of a fun as fuck episode (1969), Hammond has a big part, Davis is there, lots of cute Sam/Jack and of course, Daniel’s Elf Hair.

Also the Tok’ra are actually useful in this one which is SHOCKING

Lemme know your thoghts friends, I’m excited to hear them!

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ladywinterwitch · 4 years

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Run Away (Four - How fast the night changes)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn’t imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn’t your choice anymore.

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, descriptions of violence, mention of blood, sadness, feels, fluff, the pov switches a bit in this one.

Word Count: 4211

A/n: Part three of Run Away. I’m already sorry for this chapter, but I’m also not :D Enjoy. Previous part and series masterlist. Is the title a tribute to One Direction? Damn right it is.

After talking to Steve, you decided that it was better that the whole team knew about it too. First, because you considered them family, second, to avoid baby jokes, that had already happened. And even if you were okay, it was still a sensitive topic for you.

You two had actually talked again about it, considering that now it was very much clear that you did want to have a family. So you started to consider the options, like adoption or a surrogate mother. Even if you were more inclined to an adoption, because as an orphan yourself, like Nat, you knew that unfortunately there were many kids that needed a family. But you were still thinking about it, considering. You weren’t in any rush after all.

But right now, two months later, it was probably the last thing on your mind. The team had been able to track down the same men that had committed that slaughter in Budapest, and found out that they had another base in Ukraine, where they were right now. Another facility, similiar to the other one. This time they were prepared though. And there were many of them. More that you expected.

You found yourself surrounded by weapons and guns. You were teamed up with Wanda, Natasha, Thor and Bucky. Steve, Tony, Sam, Clint, Vision and Bruce, well, Hulk, were in a different positions. You were doing quite well, the men were decreasing quickly and the bruises were few and not severe.

At some point you four men surrounded you, you passed your gaze to each of them and around you, quickly thinking about a solution.

-Y/n!- Wanda called you, and before you knew it you were raised of a few feet above the ground, a magenta colored aura all around you.

You stretched both arms and shot the men one right after the other, as soon as you were finished Wanda brought you back down on your feet carefully. You gave her a quick smirk and then returned back to work. A few shots and kicks after all men seemed to be dead or at least uncoscious.

-We are finished here, what are your positions?- the norse God asked next to you.

-We found some prisoners and their little plaything too. It seems they were playing the little chemist. We’ll analyze it at the lab.- You heard Tony say.

-Basically, we can go home. I’ll call Maria to send some SHIELD agents to clean up. Meet at the quinjet in five.- Clint added.

You and the others went outside the building as you were told, while Steve, Bucky and Bruce stayed inside . You saw Tony flying down carrying two people, same with Vision, while Sam was holding a woman. They all placed them down and Wanda and Clint went to check if they were okay. Suddenly you heard shots from the com.

-Steve? What are those shots? What’s happening?- you shared a look with the others, who looked panicked and without thinking twice you ran back inside.

You climbed the first two stairs levels and entered in a room. And then you felt it. A sharp and quick hit that took your breath away. Your mouthe went agape and your hands covered your stomach, you looked down and saw your hands soaked in blood. Then you looked up to your right, a man smirking wickedly at you with a shotgun in his hand. You tried to reach for him, but he escaped and you fell on the floor.

You weakly touched yourself and you felt your suit soaked with blood, and felt three bullet holes. One on your right side, one on your stomach are and another one a little lower in your belly. Before you could try to talk, your eyes became too heavy and closed.

Hulk broke a wall, jumping down to the ground, Steve and Bucky on his shoulders jumped down afterwards.

-All okay cap?- Sam asked and Steve nodded.

-Maria said that the agents are on their way, so we can go home. Eveyone’s ready?- he asked while attaching his shield to the back of his shoulders. Natasha had just finished to do a quick bendage to one of the prisoner’s leg, when she came back to join the others that had just finished working too.

-Where’s Y/n?- she asks, her senses suddenly on alert. The captain shares a look with Bucky.

-What do you mean? She was down here with you. She should be.- he says, his heart starting to beat faster. They all looked around but she wasn’t there.

-Where the fuck is she?- he growled at Thor, the first poor victim that he found on his way.

-I don’t know, she went down with us but…-he stopped and Wanda talked.

-She heard the shots. She must’ve came back inside.- Steve and Bucky ran inside, while Sam and Tony flew up to check the now roof-less the higher floors.

As soon as the two men stepped into the first floor’s room they found a man, calmly sitting on a chair, a shotgun in hand. Both pointed their guns at him istinctively.

-What are you doing? Your companions are dead, don’t you have the good nerve to try and run?- Steve hissed. Bucky checked the room with his gaze, and he froze when he saw what was in the corner of the room, a few feet away from them.

-Steve..- he muttered.

-Answer, you bastard!- he screamed, not really hearing Bucky that didn’t lose any more time and shot the man in the head. His smug grin now an horrific mess on his mutilated face. At that point Steve turns to him and sees what he saw. His wife, on the ground in a pool of blood. They stumble and run to her, falling to their knees.

-No, no, no, what have they done to you?- Steve panicks while Bucky calls for backup, saying that they need a doctor immediately.

-Y/n? Baby, love? C'mon please don’t do this to me.- he cries and Bucky feels the need to vomit, but doesen’t leave his side.

The rest of the team arrives quickly saying that the helicarriers are landing right now. Everyone remains shocked at the sight. Natasha actually almost faints and Clint has to take her. Wanda starts sobbing while Vision tries to calm her down.

Steve takes her into his arms, picking her up but Tony stops him and takes her, flying out quickly. Everyone follows suit. When the iron man lands he founds Bruce, now turned human and a little lost. In the moment he sees Tony with the girl in his arms he orders him to put her down.

He does and Bruce immediatly zips down her catsuit, exposing her bra covered breasts. He places two fingers to her neck and feels pulse, weak, but it’s there.

-Tony go and take here the quinjet, right now.- he flies off. Bruce takes off his shirt and rips it into bands. The rest of the team arrives running.

-Steve, try to talk to her. Bucky, press here, Thor here and Nat here.- he indicates the three bloody bullet holes. They comply quickly, pressing down firmly.

-Love, please don’t do this to me. Wake up, wake up, wake up.- he cries desperately and Bucky tries to calm him down, but he nearly growls at him like an angry wolf.

-Don’t fucking try to tell me to stay calm when my wife is dying.- he hisses with gritted teeth.

In that same moment Tony comes back with the quinjet and they take her on the veichle. They put her on a medical bed, then take off completely the top half of her suit.

-Okay, she’s losing too much blood and I have to take out the bullets. So, you two- Bruce he points at Steve and Bucky, -Take off your shirts and put those into your arms. Nat, Clint, help them.- he orders.

They do as they are told meanwhile Wanda, Thor and Sam keep pressing her wounds.

-But how do we know if her type of blood matches?- Bucky asks franatically. He doesen’t even flinch when Nat punctures his forearm vein. Clint does the same to Steve and their blood start to drip in the transparent sacks.

-Because the super soldier blood is basically perfect, it adapts to everything. Now let me work. Tony, bring us home as fast as you can.- no one talks after that. Nat takes Wanda’s place. Bruce punctures both Y/n’s wrists and the two supersoldiers blood start to get to her.

Bruce first removes the first bullet, cleaning the wound, and leaving to Nat the stitching work while he starts to work on the second, and then the third. Now the only ones left are the two men, which didn’t say a word, especially Steve that was almost under shock, and Bruce that now was stitching the last wound more calmly.

He checked her pulse and sighed in relief. She had lost a lot of blood, but she was doing okay now that Bucky and Steve were giving her theirs. She was asleep, but her pulse was there, even if a little slower than normal. At least she was alive.

-She’s stable now. You two just have to stay here until we get home, I fear.- he says, tired.

-It’s not a problem.- Bucky answers. They were seated on each of her sides. Nat had taken off her ruined and dirty suit to clean her a bit with a wet cloth while Bruce was working on her wounds. Now she had only her panties on, the bra was taken off too because it empeded a complete blood flooding, which was the last thing she needed. Both Bucky and Steve looked away respectfully, even if the second was her husband and had seen here naked a ton of times. The only thing covering her was a thermal blanket.

Bruce went out to have a break, he had worked for two hours and a half non-stop and in any case now he had done all he could.

-She’s gonna be okay, Steve. She’s strong.- the brunette says. But the blonde one looks in front of him with an empty gaze.

-I don’t understand. Why was she alone? Why wasn’t I there to protect her?- he said, guilt dripping from his words. Bucky’s heart shrinked. Between seeing his best friend like that, and his other best friend with three holes in her chest on a medical bed, he really was on the edge of a mental breakdown.

-It wasn’t your fault. Period. Just focus on her. She’s safe now.- and with that he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Both Steve and Bucky were quite tired when they arrived home. Both from the travel and the fight and the fact that they had been giving away blood for nearly five hours, the quinjet’s speed reducing the flight from twelve to eight hours. Even for their superstrenght that was a bit much, so they couldn’t wait to rest, but Steve refused to leave Y/n’s side and Tony insisted that and immediate briefing happened, so exactly ten minutes after their arrival they all gathered in the meeting’s room.

Tony had immediately called Pepper when they got on the quinjet and made arrangements for a medical room in the infirmary. So, ss soon as they landed Y/n was brought there. Bruce checked all the vitals, and demanded that she was left alone to rest after Nat and Wanda changed her in an hospital gown. Steve was very hesitant, but Bucky reassured him it was the best thing right now.

The team met, still in their suits. Bruce listed all the substances and the experimental files that they could find, then said two words about the identities of the men, especially the one that shot Y/n. Apparently he was one of the bosses. The reason why he decided to shot y/n and not run were unknown, but Tony guessed that he already knew tht he wouldn’t get out alive.

-So he said ‘well, let’s just shot one of theirs before going’.- Sam spat angrily. At that Natasha looked away, Bucky’s jaw clenched and Steve was fuming, but didn’t say nothing: he didn’t have the strenght.

-Bruce, how is she?- Thor asked. Banner sighed.

-It’s a miracle that she’s alive, honestly. Three bullets in her chest, abdomen and right side. She lost half of her blood. It was dangerously quick, but thanks to them- he nudged his head to the pair of super soldiers, -Her blood is almost completely recovered. There aren’t internal bleedings, the medications are fine and she’s not as pale as before. I can’t say for sure when or if she’ll wake up.- he explained, almost breaking to the last phrase.

There was a moment of silence before Steve stood up, his chair schreeching, and went out of the room, the door slamming loudly.

-The meeting’s over. Get some rest, we’re taking a few days off.- Tony says lowly.

Steve went straight to the gym, punching the box sack. He had to cool off in some way. He was hitting, kicking and pushing again and again until he felt two arms closing around his middle. He was breathing harshly and that embrace almost seemed to break his rage, making him break down.

He turned around and saw Natasha trying not to cry. He hugged her tightly, and like that they were calming each other down.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, then the redhead noticed that his hands were a bad shade of scarlet, full of little cuts and were bleeding a bit.

-You idiot.- she huffed out leding him near the emergency box near the locker room. She sat him down on a bench and started to disinfect his cuts. He didn’t even flinch.

-I should’ve been with her.- he mutters suddenly. She shook her head, not looking up.

-It’s not your fault. She wasn’t on your squad. She should’ve been with us, outside. I didn’t even realized that she wasn’t there. I should’ve checked, anyone else could have.-

-I think that we’re almost too used to each other being able to take care of ourselves. It’s a little her fault, a little mine, a little of the team. But you fucking know who really has the fault here? That damned piece of shit.- she used a little too much force and made him hiss. She stopped, surprised by her lack of concentration.

-I’m-I’m sorry Steve.- she said softly. He shook his head.

-It’s okay. It’s over now. All that matters is that we’re here for her.- he breathed out. Natasha threw the cotton in the trash and washed her hands.

A week passed, and she still hadn’t wake up. Bucky went to her almost every day, talking a bit, telling what was happening. Natasha went every now and then, mostly to freshen her up. The others went two or three times, just to see how she was doing. Steve, after a week, didn’t see her at all.

He didn’t knew why he found it so hard to go see her. Nat and Bucky would encourage him every now and then, but he always declined. But today, he decided to go. It had been probably the worst week of his life, and he didn’t know if she would come back to him. He didn’t knew how he would go on at that point. Ha had lost so much, so many times. But he couldn’t bare the idea of losing you.

The captain opened the infirmary room door, and almost changed his mind when he saw her on that bed, all machines attached, still uncoscious. He swallowed and closed the door behind him, gowing slowly towards her, putting the bouquet of flowers that he had brought for her on a vase near the window. Then he sat next to her, on a chair.

He looked at her and actually felt relieved that she didn’t look that bad: her incarnate was healthy, her cheeks of a dusty pink as her plump and soft lips were. He noticed that her long hair were clean and soft, her eyes had a bit of mascara on, and he knew that probably Nat had done that knowing how much she hated to be completely without make up in public. Never the less Steve tought that she was the most beautiful creature in the world.

He took her hand in his and his heart swelled a bit when he felt her quite warm. Not a fever warm, just a…human warmth. Very different from when he held her the last time, bloody and white as snow.

-Hey doll.- he croaked smiling a little. -I’m sorry that I didn’t came before. I couldn’t do it you know? I almost lost you…and actually I don’t really know if I’ll ever have you back.- his words made his chest clench, but he refused to break down right now.

-But I couldn’t live without seeing my best girl.- he caressed her hand softly, making abstract patterns on the back.

-Life is quite boring now, you know? Everyone’s really concerned about you, baby. Bruce says you’re doing great but…- he shook his head.

-I don’t know how much to believe it, honestly. I mean you’re still here and not in bed with me, you know what I mean.- he chuckled lowly. He cleared his throath.

-Uhm, I actually wanted to bring your Ipod, I’m sure you’re missing your loved music.- he smiled, -But I can’t find it. You’ve always been good at hiding things, not emotions though. But things…-he grinned laughing a bit.

-We should call Sherlock Holmes to find ‘em.- he shook his head amused.

-But, I promise that I will buy you a new one. I will actually buy you an entire planet, if you’ll wake up.- he brought a hand to his face, sniffing slightly to make the tears go away. He stayed silent for some moments, before picking up his album and pencil.

-In the last period I had in me a wired desire to draw again, you know? It’s been a while since I had the time. I remeber that you loved my sketches. You always praised them like they were the most beautiful art, when in reality it was probably just a flower vase or a fruit bowl.- he laughed again lovingly. -So yeah, I decided to give you some company, and maybe something good may came out of it, uh?- he said taking one last look at you. Then he made himself comfortable and started to let out his thoughts through the pencil.

He kept drawing for a couple of hours, the time passing like a flash. He looked at the clock and saw that it was dinner time and the team would be probably be waiting for him. So he closed the album, and took the pencil, shoving them both under his arm. Then he stood up from the chair, the wish of staying with her strong.

But in the end he just leaned in, kissed her lips softly, whispered an ’I love you’ and got out of the room.

He went to his room to drop off the album, then went down to the dining room. Everyone was seated and went quiet when he arrived.

-Wow, well good evening.- he spoke ironically. A wave of guilt washed over the team and everyone started to act normally again. Bucky leaned his head to his right side, with an empty seat. Nat at his side looking at him with a little smile. Steve went to sit next o him and served himself some food.

-I went to see her.- he said with a low tone. The couple stopped to look at him.

-That’s good, Stevie.- Bucky said squeezing his shoulder lightly.

-She looked good.- he said biting his lip nervously. Natasha nodded with a smile.

-She does, Steve. Trust me, I have seen people on a coma before, she does really look good.- she reassured him and he just nodded distractly before starting to eat.

The dinner went smoothly and he even did a little small talk with a couple of the guys. Then they proposed for a movie, but he politely declined and went to bed. He fell asleep almost right away.

Your eyelids fluttered slowly and it took you a few seconds to understand where you were. You sat on the bed and looked down at your wrist and and body, taking out the thick needle from her vein, hissing a bit. Blood started dripping from the little hole, but you didn’t care. You had an hospital gown on, but you understood that you wasn’t in a real hospital. You recognized the breath taking sight of New York from the window and the Stark Industries labeled machines.

You didn’t have any problem walking, you may have dared to say that you were feeling better than ever. The air was fresh and her lungs felt really light, she could see much more in the dark than it was normally possible and she felt really hungry, but good. She felt strong.

You found the interructor and turned it on, then took off the gown to look at you wounds, but remained shocked when you saw that instead of three holes, there were just three little lines, the scars already thin and almost invisible.

You wondered how much sleep you got to be fully recovered like that. Then You put on the robe again, but this time in reverse, so her back was fully covered. You latched it like a bath robe and didn’t care for the quite deep neckline that was shown, as long as everything elese was covered. As soon as you took the doorknob and bend it to open the door, a loud alarm made you step back for a moment, covering your ears with your hands, hissing at the loud noise but went out anyway.

Steve was harshly woken up by an alarm and cursed while getting dressed with a pair of sweatpants, still shirtless, but he didn’t give a damn. He looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was four AM.

He went out of the room and saw that the others were going up too, the alarm going off a few minutes later, making everyone let out huffs and words of relief. They stepped out of the elevator and Steve’s knees almost gave out when he saw what was in front of him.

Y/n was sitting on one of the couches, Tony stood in front of her, Bruce sat next to her with a hand on her back. She had the hospital gown in reverse on and a blanket on her shoulders. When she looked up from her glass of water, she saw him. She placed the glass on the table and stood up, making the blanket fall off. She walked quickly to him and then basically threw herself in his arms. He embraced her, with a couple silent tears of shock rolling down his cheeks.

-Steve- she said sweetly, and he could feel the emotion in her voice. He breathed deeply into her soft hair.

-You came back to me..- he murmured. She separated a bit and smiled at him, he cupped one of her cheeks with his hand. She leaned in his touch.

-You had doubts, captain?- he chuckled and suddenly a sob grabbed the attention of the room, until then focused of the two. It was Wanda, who was covering her mouth with a hand to not make noise. Y/n laughed lightly and went to hug her, comforting her. Then everyone took a turn, she asked if she could go to bed, but Bruce told her that he preferred to do some tests to see if everything was okay.

-Better safe than sorry.- he shrugged.

-Alright. But first, can I change? I’m feeling a little exposed over here.- the gown reaching under her butt miraculusly, her breasts were barely covered, and Steve was getting quite protective, covering her with the blaket at every move.

Natasha went to grab underwear, a shirt and some yoga pants for her and brought them to Bruce’s lab. She and Bucky wento to sleep again, and Steve remained inside with you.

Banner did a few blood tests, sight tests, asked if you had any pain or headaches, then he put a band aid on the hole that was left from the IV.

-The results are gonna be ready tomorrow, now go rest you two. You both deserve it.- he smiled.

-Goodnight Bruce.- you responded sweetly.

You went back to their room not able to keep you hands off each other.

-I love you so much.- you said in between kisses. Now they were in bed, under the sheets and cuddling.

-I love you too. You don’t know how much I missed you.- kiss. -I almost lost you. Why did you went back on your own?- he asked.

-You were still inside and I heard gunshots. You weren’t responding and I kind of panicked. Then that man took me unprepared at my back and…- you paused, closing you eyes for a few seconds. -It was all so fast. I was so scared, I barely had the time to process what was happening.- you whispered. He had his brows knitted in sadness.

He hugged you closer to him and kissed your head. -It’s over now. I kinda want to kill you for how irresponsibile it was, but I understand. I won’t lie, I would do the same.- he confessed. There wasn’t a point in being tough and reprimanding you when he very well knew that he would’ve done the same. Now he just wanted to hold you and finally have a moment of peace.

Plot Twist :O What do you think about what happened? Why did y/n become how she is? Find out in the next part. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you did maybe leave a feedback? <3

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Agent H’s AOS Rewatch

S2E10 “What They Become”

I wrote this out during the actual rewatch week, but I didn’t realize I never posted it! Boy, did this get long.

-I had to do a liveblog of this episode because it’s one of my favorites of the season, and we get SKYE’S TRANSFORMATION!

-Okay, so @the fandom who were around back then: at what point did people guess they were doing a terrigenesis/Inhumans storyline? Because I only learned that’s what they were doing via the internet frenzy after the episode was over

Ward, May, Coulson, and HYDRA

-MAY’S. EPIC. FLYING. FUDGE YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH. This is so fucking brilliant of her, dead-dropping the plane and then cloaking.

-”I would put two of these (bullets) in his heads”. Plus, Coulson always looking at the good side: “you saved six agents”. I didn’t do a liveblog of 2x09, but that conversation with Bobbi about acceptable casualties is SO IMPORTANT and vital to who Coulson is and the show overall and you know that’s the moment Bobbi truly supported Coulson.

-Good callback: Before Coulson freaked out that Skye was taken. Now he’s confident that she’ll be able to handle herself until they can get in there.

-”Hand me your side arm, let’s find out”-Skye

-Is Ward’s personality shift (though still a psychopath) this first half of the season because he’s lost without Garrett or because he believes he can be redeemed through helping Skye? Both?

-Yass queen, pick up the diviner

- I loved seeing the bad guys maneuvering around each other in Season 2a, and all of that coming to a head this episode. But I don’t know why Ward and Skye and all attacked and then they just stopped. I think they could have taken the HYDRA goons easily

-“Never turn your back on the enemy.” You know I’m glad Skye shot Ward too. It’s closure on his belief that she can redeem him that’s been carrying him through these last ten episodes.

-I never realized that Agent 33′s voice was distorted

-HYDRA, SHIELD, and the aos writers treated Kara so badly, and I am yelling shame and ringing the bell at all of them.

Hunter and Bobbi

-“If he really is dead, the number of people I trust on this planet, just plummeted.” The Huntingbird hug is so beautiful! How strong Bobbi pretends to be (“Whenever this is all over, I’m gonna cry for like a week”= so real) and how she lets herself go with Hunter. She’s so surprised by the hug at first, and I love how much taller she is than him. He knows about the flashdrive, but he tries to comfort her anyway and that makes me sad and touched.

-”Diego’s early and he’s wearing a suit.”-Bobbi

-The kiss! Ugh, Huntingbird really does fill all the classic OTP tropes

-”Don’t die out there.” “He likes to hear it.” “Who doesn’t like to hear it??”

-”Join SHIELD, travel to excotic distant people, meet exciting unusal people, and kill them” -Hunter

Fitz, Simmons, Tripp, and the Koenigs

-Bahahaha, the Koenigs, His little thumbs up and Hunter rolling his eyes for his life (Hunter would die in the middle of saying something sarcastic, and I will stake my life on that). Also good reuse of the pod units but this time for good (rather than, you know, bottom of the ocean and dying). Sidenote, did we see the pods anytime before Skye gets shot?

-I love Fitzsimmons working together (finally) in the holding cell. I love how the minute they say they’re not gonna work together anymore, they have to work together. Here, they’re so polite but also they’ve got such a natural rhythm. Simmons seems like she wants to talk about them but he’s like oh no, wasn’t talking about myself! Fitz is both back to himself and also gotta new groove (his recovery is going well!). Simmons being genuinely worried for Mack. FITZ’s LOOK OF LOVE

-I only appreciated it on this rewatch, but the show has good continuity of Fitzsimmons/team vs alien tech/bio. They spend majority of season 1 finding 084s and researching their properties and learning how they interact with human biology. Then second season plays off the events of the first season: they’ve seen how many times alien tech/biology is dangerous and they’ve seen it infect and kill so many people. It makes perfect sense why Simmons and the others would be cautious about this alien stuff (Fitz is the loyal one, remembering that this is their friend they’re talking about it and he’s got (blind) faith when it comes to his friends). Season 2 is like introduction to actual aliens (as opposed to relics/artifacts/Asgardians) and how human Inhumans are. Season 3 builds on that further by exploring the good and bad sides of Inhumans.

-I didn’t do a liveblog of the previous episode, but Fitz’s “If you’re looking for vacation time, bribery will get you nowhere. I’ve tried.” is golden. I like the little character traits they give Fitz like, in addition to being a literal genius and all the trauma he’s faced, he’s just a quietly disgruntled SHIELD employee who just wants vacation time and warmer AC (re: season 4)

-Howling Commando gear!!!!!

-Aww, Tripp flirting with Simmons and Fitz is just like…

-The Koenig cloning jokes, hahaha (Poor Tripp)

-First mention of Theta protocol! Dun dun dunnn

-We don’t know what the alien tech is. But Hazmat suits should do the job. :)

-I remember the Fitz splitting off scene being hilarious. Is it because he’s miffed at the flirting, miffed at Simmons, or just genuinely proving that he can do things now?

-Simmons touching Fitz’s arm. And then him holding her later!!!

Cal and Skye

-Cal and Skye’s meeting! This is an emotional, painful reunion.

-I LOVE the actor who plays Cal, he does fantastic job. Seriously how did they get him and Dichen Lachmann to play her parents?? Well done, casting director

-I love that they make Skye biracial just like how Chloe Bennet is and it’s relevant to her storyline

-So to recap Skye’s backstory. Her mother is taken by Whitehall but is released when he gets captures in the 40s. She’s born to her parents, but Whitehall captures Jiaying again. Cal rescues Jiaying, and they return, but HYDRA had already taken Skye as an 084 (?). SHIELD teams led by Audrey then take care of SKye until she is given to an orphanage. Correct?

-”People liked me. I liked myself.” This line deserves much meta

-Teach you about the stars= Inhumans. I love how that’s a total throwaway innocent line, but it all makes sense once you know.

-Just when Skye has figured out life as a SHIELD spy, her world gets rocked again. But I think this path is a good development because she’s not just a regular SHIELD agent: She was born on the outside; learned to think in unusual ways; she’s bubbly and warm and compassionate when SHIELD agents before were typically taught to be rationale and merciless. She’s born to be a new kind of SHIELD agent as well as the bridge between Inhumans and SHIELD

-The lullaby :(

-”Best Day Ever” -Cal

-I mean the emotional manipulation of “After you change I’m the only one who’ll understand” is bad, but he was right in the sense that they all were afraid of her

-Skye wanting to stop the drill and get the obelisk as a way of making it up to Coulson and because she’s a good SHIELD agent. But, like, she knows that’s what her father wanted, so does she just believe she won’t get caught up in whatever is going on? Does she go because fate is pulling her? Does this show believe in fate?? *thinks about all the future time-travelling shenanigans and gets a headache*

THAT ENDING THO

-The thing with Mack presumed dead freaking broke my heart, but it’s a good fake out to blindside us with Tripp’s death.

-IMO, the obelisk is a good fake out for terrigenesis crystals. Even if I knew about Inhumans stuff before hand, I wouldn’t have put it together through what info they give us on the obelisk in previous episodes

-THE TRANSFORMATION. “”WHAT WE BECOME” AKA THE QUESTION THAT WAS ASKED WAY BACK IN SEASON ONE IS FINALLY GETTING ANSWERED. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH. The chanting, man. Is it the same one we’ve heard before?

- “I gotta admit I’m just the tiniest bit nervous.” I could write an essay on why I love this line.

-SKYE’S TRANSFORMATION. IT’S SO POWERFUL AND SO HEARTBREAKING. THEY’RE BOTH JUST TRYING TO SAVE EACH OTHER. I’M CRYING.

-I probably just need to rewatch this again, but why didn’t anything happen to Tripp when the terrigenesis first activated but then he gets hurt when he gets hit? Like is it the terrigenesis won’t hurt him, but touching the crystals/obelisk will?

-Ya’ll are gonna hate me for this, but... I get why Tripp had to die. Like, it devastated me and still does and its racist and HE DID NOT DESERVE IT. But from the storyline POV, I see why he was chosen to die. Tripp was incorporated into the story in season 1 to replace Ward. We needed an action guy on the team because half the team is non-combat and we needed someone who was genuinely good to balance out the real Ward. But season 2, everyone’s shifted roles. We have Daisy, Hunter, Bobbi who all fill the action roles, so Tripp’s primary role is no longer necessary. He’s (intentionally?) underdeveloped: he does a variety of things, but he’s not filling any one role nor is he vital in any specific relationship, the way Coulson, May, Fitzsimmons, and Skye are, and he doesn’t contribute to the season’s plot the way Hunter, Bobbi, and Mack do. Plus, it’s a really shitty symbolism of how the show is progressing to darker tones by killing of their sunshine boy.

-Anyway, I cant believe they just end like that for a mid-season finale. Top ten moments of superhero genre, without question. Also, is this the first time we here’s Daisy’s theme song? Because I’ve mentioned before how powerful and sad-sounding it is

-GORDON!!!!!!!

#My grouping has either made this less or more confusing #and I can't tell which #I'm sorry #aos #aos s2 #aos rewatch #aos season 2 rewatch #aos s2 rewatch #may #tripp #coulson #ward #skye #daisy #huntingbird #fitzsimmons #agent h #agent aos rewatch #agent report

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Masquerade

Tony Stark x Reader

Summary- Tony Stark’s annual masquerade ball is the biggest party of the year, getting an invitation to the ball is harder than getting into the MET gala. So how did you get your hands on one? Well it helps to have a meddling best friend.

Message- This is for @thefanficfaerie‘s backstreetsbackchallenge!! Want a part 2? Here’s information about Ko-fi bribes!

Word Count- 1547

“I’m not going.” You say, tossing the invitation back at Nat.

“Yes you are.” Natasha says as she grabs it out of the air.

“You can’t make me go!” You sneer, glaring at your best friend.

“You’re coming. You were invited, it would be rude not to go.” Natasha says, folding her arms over her chest.

“No.” You say, shaking your head. “You were invited, my names just written in on your plus one line.”

“Same thing.” Natasha says, shrugging.

“That’s your world, Nat. Not mine.” You sigh. “I’m not like you, I’m just a scientist that works for SHIELD.”

“That’s dumb, you’re dumb.” Natasha says, rolling her eyes.

“I’m a genius.” You say.

“You’re my best friend Y/N.” Natasha murmurs, putting her hand on your shoulder. “That makes it your world too.”

“I don’t have anything fancy enough to-.”

“I’ll take care of all of that.” Natasha says, smiling. “All you have to do is agree to go.”

“Fine.” You groan. “I’ll go to the rich people party.”

“You’ll have fun, I promise.” Nat says.

“Why are you really pushing this?” You ask, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never pushed me to meet your Avenger friends before!”

“So there’s this guy…” Natasha starts.

“No!” You yell. “You promised, no more set ups!”

“But-.”

“Do you remember Budapest?” You ask.

“That wasn’t my fault-.”

“It took 3 months for Clint’s eyebrows to grow back.” You say.

“Fine, I won’t set you up.” Natasha sighs. “But you’re still coming!”

“Fine.” You sigh.

“Stop acting like you’re not excited!” Natasha says. “You used to love dancing and parties.”

“I hate that you know me so well.” You grumble as you walk away from Natasha.

“That’s what best friends are for!” Natasha calls and you flip her off over your shoulder. “Love you too!”

**2 months later**

“I look ridiculous.” You sigh, fiddling with the large white sleeves of the ball gown that Nat had put you in.

“You look hot as fuck.” Nat says.

“I look like a cloud.”

“A hot cloud.” Clint mumbles.

“Shut up!” You laugh.

“Here’s your mask.” Natasha says.

“It’s very sparkly.” You murmur, running your fingers over the small crystals that make up your mask.

“Let me help.” Natasha fusses as you move to put the mask on. “There now you’re perfect!”

“Where are your masks?” You ask.

“Right here.” Clint says, opening the box that was next to him on the couch. When the lid comes of you see two golden masks.

“They’re beautiful.” You murmur, watching as Natasha takes her mask out of the box.

“Help me?” Natasha asks, holding out her mask.

“Sure.” You mumble, taking the mask. After helping Nat with her mask, she helps Clint with his.

“Ready?” Natasha asks, looking at you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You say, grinning a bit.

“Relax, Y/N, You’ll have loads of fun!” Clint says, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “Maybe we can convince Thor to give you some of his special mead.”

“Doubtful.” Natasha says. “Now let’s go, we’re already late.”

“You’re the one who insisted on getting ready at my place.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“That’s because she wants to make a dramatic entrance.” Clint says, as he saunters out the door.

“Liar!” Natasha yells, but she’s blushing slightly, so you know Clint’s telling the truth.

****

“Holy shit!” You gasp, looking around the large room. It was filled with chandeliers, mirrors and smoke.

“Stark really knows how to set a mood.” Clint says, walking past you. “Hey, why is Steve wearing his old Captain America costume? It looks like the one from back when he was a soldier.”

“No idea.” Natasha says, shrugging. “But if I had to guess, he probably heard the word mask and assumed he was supposed to be in uniform.”

“Sounds about right.” Clint snorts. “Who’s our favorite star spangled man talking to anyway? I don’t recognize her.”

“That’s Miss America.” You say.

“How can you tell?” Clint asks. “You can’t even see her face.”

“She’s wearing the sash, idiot.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, no need to be mean.” Clint huffs.

“Yeah, that’s my job.” Nat says, bumping her hip with yours. “Clint and I have to make our rounds, will you be okay here by yourself for a bit?”

“Yeah” You say nodding. “Go be important, I’ll be fine on my own for a while.”

“We’ll be back soon.” Clint says, as Natasha drags him off.

****

It only took about ten minutes for you to make your way to the corner of the room. Happily observing people, while you waited for your two best friends.

“You don’t look like you’re having a lot of fun.” A voice to your right says.

“Oh?” You ask, looking at the man who was talking to you. His whole face was covered by a mask.

“I noticed you from across the room. You look lonely.”

“We’ll I’m not lonely anymore.” You murmur. “I have you.”

“Funny.” The man says. “What’s your name? I don’t recognize you.”

“Now where’s the fun in giving you my name?” You ask. “Isn’t that the point of tonight? Everyone gets to be mysterious? We can be whoever we want?”

“I like that.” That man says, you can hear the smile in his voice. “Would you like to dance?”

“Ok.” You say, talking the man’s hand. He leads you out onto the dance floor and puts his hand on your hip, before starting to sway the two of you gently to the beat of the music.

“So you wanna play in a game of disguise?” The man asks.

“Of course I do.” You murmur. “We can be whoever we want, just for tonight.”

“It’s like a perfect dream.” The man murmurs.

“What does that even mean?” You giggle.

“I don’t really know.” The man whispers. “So what should I call you? If I can’t know your name?”

“You can call me yours.” You say and the man starts to laugh.

“Very smooth.” The man says.

“I thought so!” You say, smiling.

“The songs almost over.” The man says.

“So?” You say. “That doesn’t mean we have to stop dancing.”

“So you’ll stay and dance with me?”

“I’ll stay through the night to dance with you.” You murmur.

“So cheesy!” The man laughs. “I love it!”

“Thank you.” You say, grinning up at the man.

****

The two of you dance for a couple hours, talking about anything and everything.

“Come on.” The man says, suddenly.

“Where are we going?” You ask, following quickly behind him.

“To be alone.” He says as he leads you onto the elevator. Then he presses a button and the door’s start to close.

“I don’t think we’re allowed off of that floor.” You say.

“It’s fine.” The man says, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“If you say so.” You say as the elevator doors open. “Holy shit, is this Tony Starks lab?”

“Yeah.”

“We really shouldn’t be here.” You murmur.

“I-I know you said that you wanted to pretend and be someone else-but- I-I just know that I would kick myself later if- can we please- I gotta know the woman behind this mask.” He stammers.

“A-Alright.” You murmur, as you move to untie the ribbon holding your mask in place. “I’m Y/N, I came here with my friends Natasha and Clint they’re-.”

“Avengers.” The man interrupts. “I know.”

“So now that you know who I am, are you going to show your face to me?” You ask, after a beat of silence.

“Right-yeah-of course.” The man says, as he stumbles to take his mask off. “Tony Stark, nice to officially meet you.” He adds as he extends his hand out to you.

“Holy shit.” You murmur, putting your hand in his.

“I’d understand- if you wanted to leave.”

“Why would I want to do that?” You ask.

“I’m-well- I’m me.” Tony says.

“And I’m me.” You murmur.

“This feels like the-.” Tony starts.

“Start of something great.” You whisper, finishing Tony’s thought.

“Yeah.” Tony says, leaning down until his lips are inches away from yours. “Will you stay?”

“The night?” You ask.

“For forever?” He asks. Instead of answering you move your head up and kiss him.

“Is that a yes?” Tony asks when the two of you break apart.

“That’s a yes.” You murmur, pulling Tony in for another kiss.

**Nat’s POV**

“I am the best matchmaker.” Natasha says, as she looks down onto you and Tony from her hiding place in the vents.

“Let’s go, this is getting creepy.” Clint whispers, as he starts to crawl back to where the party was being held.

“Come on, just say it.” Natasha says. “I need the validation.”

“Is Tony and Y/N sucking face not all the validation you need?” Clint asks.

“No.” Nat says. “That part was actually a bit gross.”

“Yeah, it was.” Clint says, nodding in agreement.

“Clint.” Natasha says, arching her eyebrow.

“Fine, you are the best matchmaker ever.” Clint says.

“Damn right I am.” Nat murmur, as she jumps out of the vents.

“What are you two doing?” Steve asks.

“You will be my next project.” Natasha says to Steve before walking away.

“Do I even want to know?” Steve asks.

“Honestly, it’s probably better you didn’t.” Clint says.

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