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Chapter One
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Before the Destructix could eagerly begin their journey of revenge and chaos, however, there was one thing they couldn’t ignore.
They needed food.
Their search led them through the grimy and confined labyrinth of neon-lit city streets, eventually bringing them to a modest ramen shop tucked away in the urban chaos. The windows looked as though they’d never been washed, the staff’s lack of hope was visually obvious, and there were roaches crawling around a man’s bowl who had fallen asleep at his table. The ramen itself, however, was listed at a great price!
Scourge found himself fighting back a rush of saliva threatening to spill from his mouth. He was typically indifferent when it came to ramen, but he was more than willing to have any somewhat edible food that wasn’t shoved in his face or stolen from him. As it stands, his jacket had gotten noticeably loose from losing at least 10 pounds, leaving the disgruntled green hedgehog to constantly adjust it.
“Here, guys.” Scourge almost blurted out as he headed for the door, his hunger pulling him forward like a magnet. The closer he got, the more potent the smell became thus causing his accelerating heartbeat to block out most noise.
Fiona Fox couldn’t help but laugh a little as she heard her tough-as-nails boyfriend quietly begin panting over some cheap ramen.
"What?" A confused Scourge turned to face Fiona, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Realizing that her boyfriend was unaware of his irregular breathing, Fiona dismissed his question with a nonchalant wave and a whispered "nuthin." Turning to the cashier, she ordered, "6 bowls." Then she instructed one of their group, "Fly, save us some seats outside,” completing the transaction and accepting the waiting number in return.
"Okay-dokay!" replied Flying Frog, hopping outside with wild enthusiasm. Moments later, the group watched through the grimy window as six startled people were flung through the air, accompanied by Flying Frog's triumphant voice announcing, "I got us the neat-eat-seats!"
Unfazed, the group waited until their food was done before going outside to an equally unfazed population.
“Uh, does nobody care that Flying threw people around?” Sgt. Simian inquired, unsuccessfully searching the crowd for any signs of terror at what had just occurred.
“If you live here, you’ve seen worse.” Scourge rolled his eyes as they sat at the table. Once the aroma of ramen sat beneath his nose, he felt his other senses fade into a blur. His movements felt automatic as he cleaned the bowl in less than a minute.
“Babe, that’s hot,” Fiona warned, watching as the green hedgehog practically inhaled his ramen.
“You fhink me eating ramen is hoht?” He asked, chewing down the last mouthful of noodles with a puzzled look.
“No, Scourge, the ramen’s hot.”
Indeed it was. But since Scourge was a tough guy, he handled it with ease. He totally didn’t want to yelp as he felt a small yet painful burn forming on the roof of his mouth. He was too tough to let that bother him. He was perfectly fine.
"Yeah, ha," he managed to say after gulping down the remainder of his noodles and guzzling his soda in a single, long swig.
“Hey, don’t make yourself throw up, hon.” Fiona gently patted his back.
“Yes, please…” Predator Hawk muttered, blowing on his food before taking a bite.
“Yeah! I bet ‘Snot’ isn’t the worst name you could be yuck-muck-stuck with!” Flying blurted out, hopping in his seat. His comment incited quiet laughter from Predator and Lightning Lynx.
Scourge feigned laughter, “Yeah, right. Now, shut up.”
"Lighten up, tough guy. We're out of prison and we've got plans ahead of us." Fiona tried to soothe him, offering a light kiss on his cheek.
"Yep." Scourge perked up, reminded of his plan for vengeance, "That kid Miles is the first on the list. The whole 'Suppression Squad betraying me' thing was his idea."
“Are we killing a kid?” Lightning asked, leaning back in his seat and sipping his drink.
“No. At least not yet.” Scourge readjusted his red sunglasses. “He’s tougher than he looks, but I’m sure with all of us we can nab him that way we can get information on the castle's security.”
“What??” Simon nearly spit out his drink as he growled, “the brat gave you hell. He deserves-“
“Yeah, yeah I know that better than anyone, man.” Scourge sighed, “but look, it’s the most fool-proof way to get the castle back.”
“Yeah, well where are we gonna keep the runt?” Predator raised a brow crossing his arms.
"Welp, that's the first part of the plan, we need a safehouse," Scourge mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Somewhere low profile, where nobody will bother to look."
"Like somewhere abandoned?" Fiona suggested, resting her hand against her chin as she leaned on the table.
“Yeah… Hell, I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find…” as Scourge pondered potential locations for their hideout, he was distracted by a disgruntled man whose food was stolen from him. The man then stormed around, demanding to know who took it.
Fiona scoffed at his behavior and yelled, “get another bowl, jackass!”
“Fuck you, bitch! I want my fucking food!” Before he could yell anything else, he was lifted by the neck and slammed against a nearby wall.
“What the hell did you say to her!?” the man heard Scourge growl in his face, sending him into a sheepish state.
“I-I didn’t mean her I-“
“Bullshit! I’m gonna fucki-“
"Babe." Fiona gently patted Scourge's back, "If he's bold enough to talk like that, he wants business with me. Let me handle it."
Scourge rolled his eyes before tossing his victim to the ground.
“Now, it sucks that your ramen was stolen. But instead of yelling in people’s faces about who stole it…” she hoisted him up by his shirt and flung him into the shop like an unwanted rag doll, "just buy another fucking bowl!"
With that, she calmly returned to her seat, smoothing down her hair.
Scourge couldn't tear his eyes off of her, and he certainly couldn't suppress the grin that was spreading across his face. He muttered an appreciative "attagirl."
Fiona winked at him, having heard him murmur before asking, "More ramen?”
“Nah, I think I’m all set for now.”
“Are we all done?” Fiona asked the rest of the Destructix, receiving a collective ‘yeah’ in response.
“M’kay lezzgo.” She said before they got up to begin their search.
As they walked among the streets of the urban wasteland, Scourge frowned as he reached for his quills, searching for signs of growth. He was disappointed by the dull texture as a result of them being shaved down in prison.
“They’ll grow back.” Fiona reassured him, wrapping an arm around his midsection as they walked.
“Not fast enough. Hey, do ya have my smokes?” The thought energized him, as he hadn’t had one since before he was arrested.
She pulled the pack out of her purse, "Not many left, but better than nothing.“ The fiery fox pulled one out and placed it between his lips before arching an eyebrow and asking, "Mind if I have one?"
“Knock yourself out, Fi.”
"Thanks." After lighting their cigarettes, she took a puff and sighed, "Oh, this would be so much better if we were on our thrones…”
“Oh, I know what ya mean, baby.” He took a long puff and fixed his sunglasses, looking at the slums around them, “we fell from grace for sure, but it’s just a setback. It’s all part of the beginning.” He turned his head to her and gently ran a couple fingers through her hair. “Besides, I’m not leavin’ the queen of Moebius disappointed.”
Warmth flooded Fiona’s cheeks as she leaned into him, unable to fight off a grin “Well, when ya put it like that…”
“God, get a room…” Lightning rolled his eyes.
“Shove it.” Scourge scoffed, flipping the lynx off, sending him into a fuming rage.
“You shove it, you son of a-��
“Looky! Nobody’s been here for a smile-mile-while!” Flying Frog hopped over to a large, decrepit, concrete building with a rusted illegible sign.
Scourge inspected the building closely. Something about it was familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it until he saw the rotting remains of a small playground.
The realization sucked all the air from the green hedgehog’s lungs.
“What was this, a school?” Lightning asked.
“An orphanage,” Scourge felt like he was being strangled as he spoke.
Fiona, who knew Scourge better than anybody, recognized his tense state and told the others to set up inside as she spoke to Scourge in private.
"This is where you put her, isn't it?" She asked quietly, her gaze drifting over the shattered windows and crude graffiti.
“Yeah,” Scourge muttered after swallowing thickly.
“Hey… You didn’t know it’d turn out like this. Besides, maybe she got adopted before it--“
'Let me see the pack and lighter," he interrupted sharply, extending his hand.
With a slight purse of her lips, Fiona handed them to Scourge, crossing her arms as she watched him light up another cigarette.
"Wanna head in?" He asked, adjusting his glasses, his words accompanied by a puff of smoke.
“Lead the way, bruiser.” Fiona replied, motioning towards the door.
Scourge knew it was useless to try and piece together what happened to her. It didn’t matter if she was dead, adopted, or gathered up by law enforcement to be forced to work in a factory. He was never going to see her again. Even still, he couldn’t help but spare a thought for her.
That thought didn’t last long as he was brought back to reality by the gentle brush of his girlfriend’s hand against his.
“You alright?” she asked, her pinky finger instinctively curling around his in a comforting gesture.
“Hm? Yep.” He replied tersely with a nonchalant nod, his hand remaining static and unresponsive to her affectionate touch.
“Okay…” she murmured in response as they stepped in to join the rest of their gang, ready to inspect their new territory.
If it weren't for the sparse remnants of cheap toys and child-sized furniture scattered haphazardly, it would be difficult to imagine this place had ever served as an orphanage. The few decorative elements that had survived the wrath of vandals were dull and devoid of life, rendering the place akin to austere military barracks rather than a haven for orphaned children.
However, the place had its advantages, offering ample space to establish a makeshift base and plenty of mattresses for their comfort.
“How long has this place been abandoned?” Lightning asked monotonously.
“I last heard about this place being active when I was 11.” Scourge peered over his sunglasses to see better in the progressively dimming evening light.
“And you’re what? 15?” Predator interjected, a look of puzzlement etched across his face, "it looks like it's been abandoned way longer.
“16,” Scourge corrected him, rolling his eyes in mild annoyance as he adjusted his jacket once more. “It was a dump then, too. But it was the only orphanage around, so…”
“So, what?” Simon asked apathetically, crossing his arms.
“Nothing.” Scourge replied curtly, clearing his throat.
With an air of growing exhaustion, Fiona slowly blinked as she raised her hand to rub her eyes before instructing the gang, “well, we haven’t slept much since before we broke out, so we should do that before we get the show officially rollin’,”
A unanimous agreement followed, and together they scrounged up an assortment of worn-out mattresses to sleep on in various rooms for the night.
As Scourge laid on a set of child-sized, rotting mattresses, sleep proved itself to be rather difficult as the oppressive summer heat not only soaked him in a sticky layer of sweat but seemed to amplify the pungent aroma of neglect that permeated the decrepit building. Upstairs, Flying had chosen his resting spot, but was struggling to wind down. He vented his restless energy through a series of thunderous hops, each one so powerful that it dislodged tiny bits of debris from the ceiling, raining them down onto Scourge and Fiona as they sought rest in the room below.
“We only slept for, like, 3 hours since we broke out,” Fiona complained, her voice heavy with exasperation. “How the hell does he have that much energy?”
Scourge merely grumbled in response, his words barely comprehensible. He sat up, stripping off his jacket and sunglasses, and laid them neatly beside his makeshift bed.
“I almost miss the prison’s air conditioning,” the fox complained, her fingers restlessly picking at a loose thread on the mattress.
"Well, at least we're not lying on bare springs here," Scourge countered, trying to find a silver lining. He let himself fall back onto the mattress with a tired sigh.
“True.” Fiona grinned, conceding his point, before their conversation was interrupted by…
THUD!
Suddenly, they could no longer hear Fly hopping around.
A moment of silence passed before Scourge ventured to ask, “he dead?”
“Probably not.” Fiona dismissed the idea nonchalantly.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, the two erupted into uncontrollable laughter.
“Rest in peace!” Scourge wheezed out between fits of laughter.
"We need...we need lights!" Fiona managed to gasp out between her guffaws.
Their laughter continued uncontrollably for the next ten minutes, each time they managed to regain composure, one would succumb to a fresh wave of laughter, triggering a relapse in the other.
Once they had finally regained control of themselves, Fiona clutched her stomach, wincing slightly from the strain the laughter had put on her muscles.
“Okay, we gotta sleep for real,” she said, reaching out to take Scourge's hand, her thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of it.
In response, he gave her hand a loving squeeze, “goodnight baby.”
“G’night, handsome…” she replied, a soft smile on her face as she began to sink into some much needed sleep.
In the quiet darkness of the night, Scourge let his mind roam free. Of course, he thought about the long journey ahead of rising to power and reclaiming what was once his and more. However, the thought of her reappeared in his mind again. Where was she? Was she ok?
He sternly reminded himself that it didn’t matter anymore before ignoring any more thoughts and drifting off to sleep.
#the destructix#sergeant simian#destructix#archie sonic comics#scourge the hedgehog#scourge#fiona fox#flying frog#lightning lynx#predator hawk#moebius#supression squad#evil sonic#sonic fanfiction#anti sonic#sonic archie comics#sonic archie#archie sonic#sonic comics#sonic au#sonic oc#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanfic#miles prower#boomer walrus#alicia acorn#anti mobius#patch d'coolette#sonic original character#original character
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Drew Patch in his old outfit from the first fight with the freedom fighters
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I love Canon Remus and all of his flaws. Enough of this "Casanova of Gryffindor Tower" BS, Remus is the cowardly lion of Gryffindor tower. He values bravery because it is something that he lacks and yet still strives to be. He has an ingrained sense of shame and self-loathing and an inferiority complex that stems from society's contempt and marginalization towards Lycanthropy, a condition he was cursed with from a very young age. He wasn't a leader, he was a follower. A blind follower who believed to his core that he was unworthy of love and respect because of what he was.
Which opens the door to what I believe to be Remus' greatest flaw: His unwavering, unquestioning devotion to Albus Dumbledore.
I think Remus saw Dumbledore as the perfect encapsulation of Good. He was everything that Remus desperately wanted to be, everything that society was determined to believe a werewolf could never be. And maybe, if Remus could earn (and cling to) Dumbledore's favor and make him proud, he would prove to the world and himself that he is Good, too, in spite of his lifelong curse.
Remus felt that he owed Dumbledore a debt he could never hope to repay for allowing this chronically ill little boy into his school when no werewolf before him had ever been given such an opportunity. So many of Remus' choices in canon stem directly from this imagined debt that he had dedicated his life to paying. Hell, he didn't even hold a grudge against Snape for OUTING HIM to the entire wizarding world simply because Dumbledore trusted him.
Remus trusted Dumbledore wholeheartedly. And Dumbledore personally saw to Harry's placement with the Dursleys. Why should Remus have considered, for even a moment, that Harry wasn't safe? Certainly far safer than he would have been with a monster in close proximity, as Remus believed himself to be. In his mind, staying away from Harry was what was best for Harry. Until Dumbledore needed a favor, that is.
It's reductive to suggest that Remus failed Harry (and by extension, James) for putting his trust in Dumbledore to do right by Harry. James and Sirius trusted Dumbledore, too. They all did. Stripping away all of the nuance and blaming the abuse Harry suffered on Remus is simply unfair. NO ONE helped Harry, not even those who were fully equipped to do so, and Remus was the farthest thing from being equipped to take that on, what with being an impoverished werewolf living in a society that reviles his very existence. The only person who could have saved Harry from the abuse was the very man that placed him in that home, the very man that Remus revered with blind conviction.
#canon Remus is so complex and interesting#he's spineless and soft and consumed by self-loathing and fear#I think he was drawn to Sirius and James and Gryffindor House in general for the same reasons he was devoted to Dumbledore#He was quick to believe that Sirius was guilty because he had no confidence in himself to make his own judgement#He considered himself to be an inherent monster battling endlessly to supress his evil nature#and therefore placed all of his faith in those he believed to be Wholly Good#Reducing his character to “selfish manipulative coward” is a disservice#Also erasing these flaws in favor of the Fanon cocky asshole alpha male wattpad werewolf Remus is a massive disservice#remus lupin#marauders#character study#Canon Remus Defense Squad#i could rattle on and on about this topic for hours
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since (iirc) ichika canonically owns a miku voicebank (and if she actually doesn't, then she now owns because i Said So) i think it'd be cute if the rest of unit leaders owned a voicebank of their respective vocaloid as well
minori having a rin voicebank and using it to reproduce audio whenever the show recording she wanted to train her choreography with got struck with copyright. maybe kohane having a meiko voicebank and akito having a len voicebank (or the other way around) so there would be one for both vivids and bad dogs, since vbs have two main vocaloids either way. tsukasa having a kaito voicebank and trying to make his own songs on piano in middle school (but in the end deciding that being a vocap is not for him). and since ichika already has miku, kanade having a luka voicebank her parents bought her after hearing her first songs. this sorta stuff
#project sekai#pjsk#prsk#ri says things the tag#leo/need#ichika hoshino#more more jump#minori hanasato#vivid bad squad#kohane azusawa#wonderlands x showtime#tsukasa tenma#nightcord at 25#kanade yoisaki#i'm not tagging akito it's about the leaders#also i have even more thoughts about tsukasa being a kaito freak™#it's his hyperfixation ♥️#but that's for another day#there is a small possibility it's actually canon and i just supressed this knowledge but i hope not#i don't want to turn out stupider than i am LOL
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Quick fiona doodles to help flesh out her role in the au. Was trying to limit how many archie characters I want to bring back since the au is centered around the mainline canon, but I felt that fiona could be a cool anti-hero turned antagonist who would be one of Sally's main rivals.
The gist of her backstory would be that she was separated from the freedom fighters during a mission, and was assumed dead (collapsed building, fire...). Sally would decline to send anyone in to look for her since it would endanger more lives, and it looked like a very bleak situation for Fiona to survive. Fiona resents Sally for this and goes back to her bounty hunting days, this time targeting Sally and the FF for abandoning her.
She remains one of Sally's biggest regrets for not trying hard enough to find her. Fiona eventually cools her vengeance against Sally, but still doesn't have any interest in rejoining the FF.
#navii art#my art#fiona fox#what if it was sally? au#doodles#sth fanart#cannot draw her canon hair for the life of me so for now she's getting a bob to look less like sally#no scourge- supression squad or destructrix#rather have her team up with characters like nack or babylon rogues
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The CIA is a Terrorist Organization by Second Thought
#thought provoking#thought provoking summer bummer#cia#terrorism#imperialism#colonialism#american imperialism#democracy supression#overthrowing governments#death squads#invigilation#survileance
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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP6: TAKE THE DEVILED EGGS
Original Air Date: Nov 5, 2002
Links to all previous episodes can be found in my Pinned Post.
Pre Opening Credits Filler: Lorelai and Rory are sorting junk mail . Of course I had to google whether or not "Shreiber's" was ever a real catalog. Google results were inconclusive. Lorelai's Poconos shirt is really cute.
Post opening credits sequence: A town meeting.
Miss Patty and Babette are too good for this world.
I love seeing Luke smile.
As the entire room rises to exit, Taylor instructs them not to leave and everyone immediately listens. I will never understand how he has this much power or why Luke dutifully attends every one of thse things.
Stefon from SNL voice: This hot new club, Stars Hollow Town Meeting, has everything. Animal cruelty, blind obedience, women who pick up dates at funerals, politicians dunking on neurodivergent loners, protest supression.
(tac·i·turn /ˈtasəˌtərn/ adjective
(of a person) reserved or uncommunicative in speech; saying little.)
Pretty rich for Lorelai to be dunking on loners when the guy she's in love with has no friends and her daughter has one friend.
At least the loner must be intelligent. Evidenced by the fact that he doesn't waste his time in town meetings. But seriously...imagine you're this guy minding his own business just trying to buy some books and enact political change with protest so the mayor-type-guy calls everyone in town together to dunk on how weird and creepy and quiet you are behind your back (see also: Jess, who was also a child. And who also has to endure shitty comments about not being talkative enough).
Is Kirk the only neurodivergent person in Stars Hollow who is allowed to be himself?
With our powers combined, we are our the Neurodivergent And/Or Deeply Misunderstood Outcast Super Squad! Kirk! A guy who talks to mailboxes! A quiet guy who likes books! Another quiet guy who likes books! Town Troubador! Rory!
Look who else is way too smart to waste his time at a town meeting. His precious whacking off time is over, Luke is heading home, and he is outta here.
Now, let's say the Gilmore Girls in-show timeline lines up with the air dates of the episodes (which it tends to do much of the time). "Teach Me Tonight" aired April 30th, 2002. This episode aired on November 5th, 2002. 6 months and 6 days prior to this town meeting. Rory's not-even-broken arm has healed. Lorelai, kindly...get the fuck over it and shut up.
Lorelai: when did Jess get a car?
Luke: None of your god damn beeswax.
Luke had no idea Jess had a car.
I always found it interesting that Jess was raised in the city his whole life, but knew how to drive. Many (but not all) New Yorkers get around on foot or public transportation and many never even learn to drive at all.
But there's just no way Liz was a New Yorker who had a car that Jess could borrow, she wasn't helping him practice, she wasn't paying for lessons with an instructor, and before he arrived in The Hollow the only life he knew was getting around on public transport and walking. We come to learn he knows a bit about car repair as well. And he's only 18. Definitely not saying it's implausible or unbelievable that he knows how to drive. Far from it. Just something to ponder. Jess is scrappy. He finds a way.
Lorelai has the absolute fucking audacity to tell Luke "You needs to get a handle on Jess" because he wasn't aware of this car purchase. How about you get a handle on your perfect child before she sleeps with her married ex boyfriend and steals a boat huh. How bout them apples.
OMG OMG.
Narrator: Lorelai Gilmore was in fact, not sorry for equating a 6 month old minor car accident that caused a hairline wrist fracture with 1st degree murder, and she would not butt out now or ever again.
#gilmore girls#denise rewatches gilmore girls#salty is Lorelai Gilmores number one hater#salty rages#gilmore girls season 3#anti lorelai gilmore#luke danes#miss patty#babette#taylor doose#TDDE#Take The Deviled Eggs#Salty Rages#blood pressure rising
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cheerleader reader x basketball nicho would be so cute and 2000s 😭🤭
Hello! That is so cute! I took a while to get an idea for this but I got there in the end. I hope you like it! <3 (I just realized I suck at synopsises so. . . deal with that LOL)
Leave a comment or repost if you like it! It gives me motivation to go on!
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Good Luck Kiss - &Team Nicholas
Synopsis: 2 years you have been a cheerleader. 2 years of supporting the local basketball team and 2 years of friendship with 8 very nice girls. It was nice being popular, having attention on you and being able to be a part of the squad.
Meanwhile Nicholas had spent the last three years in the school's basketball team. He is popular, the star player, charming, intelligent and every girl's dream boy. He has dated a fair amount of girls in the past years but now he has his eyes on you.
Warnings: fluff, little bit of angst, strangers to friends to whatever it is they become, two clingy teenagers, bullying, swear words, EJ, Jo and Yuma make a cameo.
Word Count: 4099 (I went way overboard but I had fun with this so whatever)
The time ticks by slowly. You look up at the clock in the classroom, waiting desperately for the bell to ring so you can leave this dreadful place and make your way down to the Gymnasium to practice cheers for the upcoming basketball game this Friday.
Professor Kwon is a very boring individual. You're sure he has given the same lessons over and over so he now knows exactly what to say and how to say it. The man is old, you give it to him, but it's not an excuse to teach this way. You had learned nothing from him so far.
The bell finally rings, students pack their things in record-time and leave the classroom in a rush. You do too, making sure not to leave anything behind and text your friend Minji that you're going down to the Gymnasium now.
Looking down at your phone, you're unaware of the boy in front of you until you accidentally bump into him. You're about to tumble to the ground when two hands grab your shoulders to balance you.
"I'm so sorry--"
"Are you okay?" Looking up, you're met with two concerned dark eyes. You gulp, realizing the boy you had just ran into is the one and only Wang Yixiang or Nicholas how he likes to call himself.
For a moment you're frozen. This boy is popular, everyone knows and adores him for a reason. He is the star-player of the basketball team, a year older than you, and basically perfect. You take a breath and nod at him.
"I'm good, thank you." You reply, trying to keep your nervous heart from leaping out of your chest. Nicholas smiles down at you.
"You sure?"
"I am." You reply a bit more confidently. Nicholas takes his hands off of your shoulder, he squints his eyes at you and looks you up and down.
"I know you." He says.
"That would be highly unlikely." You reply, trying your best to ignore the stares you're getting. Nicholas seems unbothered by the many people eying you too, he must be used to it.
"No, I do." He thinks for a moment before he snaps his fingers. "You're in the cheerleading squad." He knows?! "I saw you last game, two buns in your hair and pompons in both your hands.
"That's me." You reply, shyly. He actually knew you?
"I'm Nicholas." He holds his hand out for you to shake. You supress the urge to say 'I know' and simply shake it.
"y/n." You reply. "I have practice now, so--"
"Oh, yeah, of course. Have fun, y/n." You nod and walk past him. The moment you're sure you're out of his view, you start running and don't stop until you're in the Gymnasium.
"Minji! Minji!" You yell and run towards the girl you had been friends with since you both joined the cheer squad. "You never guess what happened!"
"You talked to the Wang Nicholas." She giggles at your dumbfounded expression. "Lia saw you two and decided to tell anyone." You blush a little at the thought, luckily no one can see you.
"Come on, girls. Practice!" Lia, head-cheerleader, says. You drop your bag and run over.
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"I'm telling you, Yuma, I'm not crazy." You say when you sit next to him during lunch the next day. You have known Yuma since you were kids.
"Not crazy, obsessed." Yuma replies, annoyedly. He had to hear you rant about Nicholas for the past twenty minutes while you're watching him play basketball. "Look, I know every girl has a crush on that guy but what does he have that I don't have?"
"He's tall, has skills in everything but especially basketball, he is charming and cute but handsome at the same time, he's really sweet and--"
"Okay! Enough! I am that too!"
"You?" You ask him. "Tall?"
"Ok, everything except that." Yuma replies, defeatedly.
"You're also not the kindest to new people." You point out.
"I mean, why would I? I'm not some charity."
"You hate sport and would rather hang lazily on the couch than move." You tell him.
"I like to dance." Yuma defends himself. "I'm handsome and charming."
"Says who?" You ask but see his glare so you decide wisely to stop teasing him. "Fine, you get that." Yuma smiles in victory.
"Why don't you go talk to him if you like him so much?" Yuma asks, pointing at the boy who just scored in the net again.
"He's older, I don't think he really wants a younger nerd to talk to him."
"A nerd?" Yuma asks. "Y/n, you fail almost all classes."
"Shut up." You snap. Yuma smirks.
"Fine, then I'll go." He stands up, your eyes widen.
"Yuma? Where are you-- YUMA!" Too late. . . he's gone already. Yuma confidently walks up to the basketball team and tries to get between them to talk to Nicholas. You pull the hood of your hoodie over your head and keep your head low so you won't be recognized. You wait but suddenly hear someone yell. You look over.
"Get lost, rat!" One of the basketball players, Chan, snaps at Yuma. When the boy doesn't bother to move, Chan continues. "Get the fuck out of my view or I'll make you, you little pathetic fat chipmunk!" He punches Yuma.
That's it!
You stand up and stalk over quickly, standing in between him and Yuma. Your eyes are dark and hold the most dangerous glare. If looks could kill . . . Chan would be six feet under.
"Get out my way, you little--"
"You little what, Chan?" You ask back, standing your ground with your arms crossed over your chest. "You better watch out with what you're saying or I will personally make sure you will never have children, ever." You threaten, moving to the side a little. "Say sorry to my friend, now."
"What?" Chan asks and scoffs.
"Go one, apologize."
"You're both pathetic!"
"Chan!" Nicholas' stern voice sounds. "Apologize to the boy, now." Somehow this makes enough difference for the asshole to turn to Yuma and mumble a soft apology before walking away. You shake your head and sigh, turning to Yuma.
"Are you okay?" You ask, softly. Your voice much different from the way you had just threatened Chan.
"I don't need your help, y/n." Yuma breathes out and looks down. "But, thank you anyway, I'm fine." You smile at him and huff.
"You're welcome. Let's get you checked up." You put your arm around Yuma's shoulder and walk together inside to visit the school nurse.
***
Yuma was fine except for the bruise that is slowly forming on his right cheek throughout the day. You feel bad for him but are secretly glad it didn't get worse than that. You have an hour before practice starts so you walk outside to study a little with fresh air.
You sit down on your jacket which you had laid down on one of the grass patches outside and take out your books. Some papers fall out which remind you of the homework you're supposed to make. You quickly take out a pen and start answering the history questions. Someone sits down on the grass next to you.
"You're a great friend." You recognize the voice and look up to see Nicholas stare off into the distance. "It was great how you stood up for that little boy." You had thought it was Minji but this is better.
"I would always stick up for my friends, unfortunately men only listen to other men and don't take women seriously." You reply, looking back down to continue answering the questions.
"Chan is the only one who would bully someone else. I wanted to kick him off the team last year but his father owns a part of the school, coincidentally that part is the Gymnasium so. . . I couldn't." You hum, frowning at your questions. "It's not often I'm ignored."
"Get used to it, the world is full of surprises." You answer. Nicholas laughs at your half-hearted joke. You unconsciously smile too, his laugh is addictive and very cute. You hadn't had the chance to hear it yet.
"Need help with your homework?" You look at him. "I thought you looked a bit lost."
"I do." You admit. "I don't even remember what I ate for breakfast, let alone what happened centuries before I was born." Nicholas looks down at your paper and smirks.
"The second world war wasn't centuries before you were born." He comments. "I bet your grandparents could tell you stories about it."
"My grandparents are dead." Silence. Maybe it was a mood-killer, bringing up your dead grandparents, but you didn't care too much.
"I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for? Did you kill them?" Nicholas tries his best not to laugh at your accusation.
"No."
"Then don't apologize."
"I wanted to show you my condolences."
"I don't need pity."
"I wasn't--" He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs. He reopens them and shakes his head. "You have practice later, right?"
"I do." You reply.
"Practicing for the game this Friday?" He asks, knowingly.
"Yes." You look up from your papers and smile at him. "Lia wants everyone to do perfect which stresses everyone out. It feels like we're playing the game, not you."
"I know a lot about being stressed." Nicholas admits.
"You're captain, right?" He shakes his head.
"God no." He looks down. "Co-captain."
"Then who--?"
"EJ." He replies. "He strained his ankle two weeks ago and still can't properly walk on it. I will have to be captain this Friday and it freaks me out."
"I bet you'll do great." You tell him. He looks at you, you nod.
"Nicho!" You both look up to see EJ, Nicholas' best friend and apparently captain of the basketball team, stand in front of you. He wears a beige cardigan and glasses. He looks rather nerdy. "Practice starts in five."
"On it." He stands up and looks down at you with a soft smile. "See you later, Giggles."
"Giggles?" You ask back, confused.
"It's your new nickname, get used to it." You shake your head but smile as you watch him walk away. EJ follows him slowly. You see a clear limp in the boy's walk. Poor EJ.
***
You are currently listening to some music while waiting for Yuma to show up so you can have a talk with him. It takes much longer for him to arrive than what you're used to. You hum along to the new hit 'toxic' (this is my attempt at making this 2000s lol). Your phone buzzes, signalling that you have a new message.
From Yum: I did it! Meet me in the Gymnasium now!
You frown but get up regardless. You walk through the school and throw the doors to the Gymnasium open. The basketball team is currently practicing with a very frustrated EJ yelling instructions towards them. You see some girls swooning over some of the boys and ultimately Yuma who waves you over. You sit down next to him.
"What are we doing here? I thought we were gonna get ice cream?"
"I did this for you, bestie." Oh no. Yuma only uses that nickname when he either wants something from you or apologizes for something.
"And what exactly did you do?"
"I found a reason for you to be here and have more conversations with your crush--"
"He's not my crush." You reply.
"I didn't name any names yet you knew who I was talking about, that's suspicious." He squints his eyes at you while you roll yours.
"Seriously, what are we doing here?" You ask again, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Yuma sighs and points at one of the players.
"See him? The tallest one?"
"Yeah?" You ask back, unsure to where this is going.
"He's the youngest in the team, his name is Jo and he's in my class. I started a conversation with him during science and he invited me to watch practice. He'll come with us afterwards to get ice cream. Maybe you can invite Nicholas."
"Sneaky." You admit it, it's a good plan. Yuma smirks at you and continues to watch practice.
"5 minutes everybody!" EJ screams and hands water bottles to everyone.
"You're doing great, Jo." Yuma tells his new friend as he sits down in front of them. "This is y/n by the way, I told you about her."
"Hi." The boy replies. He seems shy.
"Nice to meet you." You reply, smiling kindly. The two boys begin to talk, you only pay half attention to what they're saying.
"Look at you, stalking me." Nicholas jokes, sitting down next to you.
"You came to me last time, remember?" You ask back.
"Touché." You look at Yuma who nudges you to ask him. You sigh and decide to just go for it.
"Yuma, Jo and I are getting ice cream after practice. . ." Nicholas hums to let you know he's listening before gulping down his water. "Would you like to come?" He closes the now empty bottle and thinks about it for a moment.
"Sure."
You are taken aback. You hadn't expected him to actually agree to you. You smile and nod. Internally you're thanking Yuma for this one.
"I have to go back practicing, wait 30 minutes and we're done." You nod and watch him return to the field. Jo follows him and you turn to Yuma.
"Did that just. . ."
"Mhm, he said yes." Yuma replies, sounding just as shocked as you feel. "I'm amazing." He mumbles.
"I can't believe he actually said yes."
"I'm the new Cupido." Yuma mumbles again.
"I mean, he literally said 'wait for me'."
"I should start a business. A Cupido business."
"Now you're going too far." You tell Yuma who accepts this and returns to concentrate on the practice.
***
After 20 minutes more practice and 10 minutes of showering and getting dressed again, the four of you walk in the park only 4 minutes away from the school. Yuma and Jo walk in front of you and Nicholas. They are talking about Star Wars and stuff like that.
"How did you ever become friends with those weirdos?" Nicholas asks, an amused smile plays on his perfectly shaped lips.
"Yuma and I know each other since kindergarten." You reply. "Our parents knew each other so we would hang out a lot. We always stayed together, even with different hobbies, classes and ages."
"I admire your determination to keep that friendship."
"How about you and EJ?" You ask back. "I believe I have seen you two together more times than I can count." Nicholas chuckles.
"We have been friends since childhood as well but we're the same age which makes all of this much easier." Nicholas admits. "We both joined the basketball team together. He didn't want to be captain but I managed to convince him."
"What flavours do you two want?" Yuma asks, standing in front of the ice-cream stand.
"Vanilla." Both you and Nicholas say at the same time. You look at each other and laugh. Yuma rolls his eyes.
"Basic bitches." He mumbles.
"I think it's cute." Jo replies. Yuma shakes his head.
"No, it really isn't." When all of you have your ice creams, you sit down on a bench. The song 'Bring me to Life' from Evanescence starts playing. You recognize it as your ringtone, you look at who's calling and decide to decline Minji for now.
"You like Evanescence?" Nicholas asks, smiling down at you.
"You do too?" You ask back.
"Oh yeah, it's great."
"Maybe you two should switch phone numbers so you can keep contact." Yuma suggests for you. He winks at you, you shake your head smiling.
"Good idea." Nicholas takes out his Nokia (again me attempting to make this more 2000s) and repeats his phone number so you can save it. You send a text so he has yours too.
***
You're currently practicing for tomorrow's Basketball game. All the girls are on edge because EJ and Nicholas had walked in 10 minutes ago to watch, something they never did. You couldn't help but feel like it was because of you.
Lia, who is known to have a massive crush on the basketball star, is a lot more strict today than ever before. You're glad when you can take a small break from her yelling. You walk over to the benches and look through your bag for your water bottle but can't seem to find it.
A water bottle is suddenly held up in front of you, you look up and see Nicholas smile down at you. You mumble a quick 'thank you' and take it, gulping down some of it.
"Lia seems worse than EJ." Nicholas comments, EJ lets out an offended 'hey'. You chuckle.
"She usually isn't like this." You reply to him, closing the bottle and handing it back to him. "She's just on edge." Nicholas opens the bottle and drinks from it himself. Your brain kind of shuts down at the sight.
"Because of the game tomorrow or because of us?" EJ asks, squinting his eyes at the beautiful girl behind you, giving instructions to some other cheerleaders.
"You." You breathe out. "You two are the problem."
"Well, I apologize." Nicholas says, you chuckle.
"y/n!" Lia says strictly. "Break's over."
"Wish me luck." You mumble to the two boys. Nicholas snickers at your words as you return to the middle of the Gymnasium.
You must admit it, cheerleading isn't as tough as basketball but it's still very energy-wasting. You're exhausted when practice is over. You plop down on the bench and lay down. Minji laughs at you.
"See you tomorrow, girly. You better be well-rested. You know how Lia is on games like those." She comments, picking her bag up from the floor.
"You would think that after two years, it would be easier." You say. "But it's harder." Lia chuckles and waves at you before walking out.
"If it matters, probably not, but you did great." Nicholas tells you. He smiles at your exhausted form.
"It matters." You reply.
"So, I see you tomorrow?" Nicholas asks, moving his head to the side like a cute puppy. You're absolutely melting but try not to show this.
"See you tomorrow." You agree and yawn. He chuckles and follows EJ outside. He's adorable.
***
Everyone is hyped. The game starts in less than an hour which means the entire school is on edge. You know this is an important game, it will determine whether your school goes to the finals or not.
You had gotten enough instructions from Lia who wanted everything to be perfect. The entire basketball team is practicing hard while you try to avoid everyone. You don't think you can take another comment from Lia or another person wishing you 'luck'.
You sit down on a small wall in front of the stairs inside. The hallways are pretty empty, most people have gone home until the game begins but you were asked to stay by Lia herself. Suddenly a very hasty Nicholas walks past you without recognizing your presence. He walks inside the janitors closet. You frown.
"Nicholas!" You hear someone scream. Jo walks into the hallway and runs over to you. "y/n, have you seen Nicholas? He walked away."
"What happened?" You ask, worriedly.
"He had a panic attack and ran out. I think being Captain weighs on him a lot." You look towards the janitor closet and hum.
"I'll go talk to him, you go back and make sure everyone stays seated. Win some more time if you need." Jo nods and runs back towards the Gymnasium. 30 more minutes before the game begins which means people already enter to come watch. Luckily no one passes this hallway.
You get up and walk over towards the janitor closet. You lift your hand and knock three times. No answer. You try again, knocking three times. Lia appears by your side.
"Is he in there?" She whispers, you nod. "Nicholas?" You smile, happy she comes to help. "Hey, whatever happened, nobody would blame you." Nothing. "Nicholas?" She looks at the time. "You try, I'll go back and keep people calm." She walks back hastily. 25 more minutes.
"Nicholas?" You ask softly. The door opens immediately, a hand pulls you inside before the door closes behind you again. You gasp at the actions. Nicholas leans against the door with his back, his breathing quick.
"I can't do it. I'm not a leader." He tells you. You shake your head. Walking closer as he keeps rambling about how he can't. You cup his cheeks in your hands, shutting him up. "I can't." He whispers.
"Then who will?" You ask softly. Nicholas frowns at you. "If you won't lead them, who will? You're not going to give that responsibility to Chan who would fuck you over in two minutes. You won't give it to Jo because he's young and wouldn't be able to handle the pressure so, who will?"
"I--" He stops himself. Nicholas thinks about your words carefully, he looks down.
"I'm not saying you have to take all responsibility, you don't have to do this alone. A leader works with the team, Nicholas. Your members are there to help you. Leaders don't lead from the front but push from the back."
"How come you know?" He asks, voice shakily.
"Do you think Lia calls all the shots by herself? You think she is some wonder woman who can keep eight girls in check? No. She has us." You reply. "Sure she leads and makes us stronger but the thing is, a leader dynamic doesn't work without its members."
Nicholas nods softly, visibly calming down a little.
"You're not alone out there this evening, Nicholas." You tell him. "There's twelve other boys out there ready to help you with winning."
"You're right, I'm being a bit silly." You chuckle.
"Aren't we all sometimes?" You ask, smiling. You're about to take your hands off his cheeks but he grabs them with his own and holds them against him.
"Want to give me some luck?" He asks, smiling down at you with the confidence he usually has.
"Sure, how?"
"A good-luck kiss." He suggests. You stare at him, his smirk tells you he knows exactly how fast your heart is beating and how pink your cheeks become.
"A. . ." You clear your throat. "A good-luck kiss?" You ask.
"Mhm." Nicholas hums, leaning down with a grin on his face. "A good luck kiss." He confirms. You lean forward and give him a very quick peck on his lips. You try to walk past him so you can leave but his arms wrap around you.
"Nicholas!" You squeal, laughing at his antics.
"That was mean." He pouts, holding you against him, his two strong arms secured around your waist. You can't get away, you smile.
"I gave you what you wanted." You say, teasingly.
"That wasn't a kiss!" He says, disappointedly. "I want a real kiss! A movie kiss! A kiss so I can remember the shape and taste of your--"
You interrupt him by pressing you lips against his. Your arms wrap around his neck as he pulls you impossibly closer against him. You feel your heart leap in your chest, your lips move against his slowly.
Somehow, his thumb rubs circles over your waist while your hands play with the hair in the nape of his neck. You feel lucky yourself, his strong hold on you gives you butterflies as if he's afraid you'd disappear if he doesn't. The feeling of his lips is soft, like cushions and the taste is rather sweet, just like you expected.
It's flawless.
You pull away from each other. Your heart beats so loud, you're afraid he will hear it. You stare at him and see him pant just like you're doing.
"That was a real kiss." Nicholas tells you, smiling.
"Don't you have a game to play?" You ask, smirking at him. His eyes widen and he turns around to open the door. He grabs your hand and pulls you through the hallway towards the already-full Gymnasium. You two enter, he stops and looks around, worry in his eyes.
"You're gonna do great." You say, smiling. "I'm right there to support you, it's kind of my job." Nicholas smiles too. You lean up and kiss his cheek. "Go win the game." He smiles brightly and runs over to his team. Cute.
#&team#&team fluff#&team scenarios#&team drabbles#&team imagines#&team nicholas#&team nicholas fluff#&team nicholas imagine#wang nicholas
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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪
When y/n is injured, they try to hide the severity of it, causing the boys to panic when it’s worse than they realized.
ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
None. Implied attraction to Hunter because, well, he’s hot.
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤
major injury/nausea/passing out. Doctor Tech. Comforting Wrecker. Sassy Crosshair. Concerned Hunter. You know—the necessities of a hurt/comfort oneshot.
if there’s anything else y’all see that needs tagged, please lmk and I’ll gladly tag it here !
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Consciousness hit you subtly and you groaned, setting both feet on the floor. You rubbed your eyes. Yesterday was one that you didn't want to remember, yet it came back to you in an instant. The darkness. A sleepy sigh. You made your body stand, though each sore, aching muscle protested. One step and your right leg gave out, taunting the memory of your fall. Your throat loosed a whimper. Fumbling, you got up. A hand found the far wall so your face wouldn't have to greet the floor again.
You caught your breath, wincing as you moved. Stubbornness made you try again without a gentle touch. You needed to get used to the pain. This attempt to stand on two feet left you weak and defeated. It also sent a familiar nausea your way.
Yesterday, when you'd been hurt, you instantly lost the contents of your stomach. This struck the entire squad by surprise as you possessed a stomach of steel. Nothing could make you vomit. They brought you back to the ship and you passed out the moment your head hit the pillow of the lowest bunk. It wasn't your bunk, but they didn't want to fight you trying to climb. The last thing you remembered was seeing the look of concern in Tech's eyes your focus waned.
Supressing the urge to cry out, you limped through the shuttle. Each and every step made you sicker. Your fists were balled at your sides. Pride encouraged the poker face you plastered on as you went into the cockpit. They didn't need to see you parade such a weak state.
“That's the thing, Hunter. We'll be out of supplies in..." Tech trailed off, squinting at the newly arrived form. You nodded a greeting and found a seat, uncomfortably aware of the four sets of eyes on you.
"Go on,"
“You should be resting," he stated.
"I'm not running, am I?"
He frowned at you, then at his beloved data pad. "We'll be out of supplies in two weeks. It's time we stop back by Kamino to restock."
"How long has it been?" Hunter muttered, giving you a glance.
"Based on each solar—"
"A long time," you hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows, but quickly retracted, finding a sensitive bruise on one elbow. "I'd estimate two and a half months."
Tech paused, gears at work behind his goggles, "You're almost correct. Two months and nineteen days. How'd you know that?"
A shrug and tilt of your head, "I have a good internal clock."
"My internal clock says we've been gone for forever!" Wrecker exclaimed. "I almost lost track of how many successful missions we've done."
Your fingertips graced the fresh bruise on your arm as you released your mind.
The blast hit the hut you’d stood atop as you rained hell on the droids around you. It was a misfire from a destroyed cannon, but it did its job. You awoke when Wrecker lifted a stone from you. When you stood, the world did not. You swore at Tech and threatened to shoot him when he tried to look over you for injuries. They rushed you back, and all you could think was a wistful, ‘don’t tell me I actually got hurt.’
"How are you feeling, Y/N?"
"Huh?" You looked at Hunter.
"You didn't hear any of what we just said, did you?"
Your frown traveled from Hunter to take in each of the boys. They shared the same expression: concern.
"I was thinking,"
"I don't want to alarm you," Tech began, and he looked at Hunter for permission to go on.
"You look almost dead. I've never seen you that pale," Crosshair piped in. His serious tone made your heart drop.
Your trademark tough shell shifted, "Wh—what?"
"Are you feeling alright?" Hunter got to his feet and closed the distance baring a frown. "Be honest. This could be serious."
"I'm fine, Sarge,"
“I want to examine you," Tech said, "Crosshair, you can take over the controls—but be gentle!"
"Right, because I'd love nothing more than to crash the ship," he rolled his eyes.
An extended hand sealed your scattered mind and you glanced up at Hunter. "Where we going?"
"To the bunks. Tech wants to examine you."
"I heard that," you grumbled, standing up.
The next thing you saw was the bottom of the next bunk above you. Inhaling sharply, head foggy, you took in the room. Hunter leaned against the wall, arms folded, scowl engrained in the skull adorning his face as he studied the floor. At least the nausea was gone.
You motioned to swing your feet over the edge of the bed when Hunter whispered, "Stay there, Y/N."
He'd passed over to the bunk and pushed your feet back to the middle of the bunk before your mind caught up. The wealthy of Coruscant were likely more aware of their surroundings than you. You bid yourself close your eyes, and darkness greeted you again with far less abrupt arms.
You stirred at the sound of two distant voices.
“They’ll need to rest up for a few more days, but we can't wait to set it for much longer."
"Do you know how to do that?"
A beat.
“I'll learn."
"Then do it. I reckon you'll need more area-specific anesthetics? I can go into town to get them."
"No need. The ones from the med-kit onboard should suffice."
A sigh.
"Please don't get this wrong, Tech. We need them to be okay."
"They will be. Don't worry."
His gentle hand shook your shoulder and you drew a breath, slowly coming awake. Your first thought revolved around the time. How long had you been asleep? That you couldn't call a single number worried you.
"Good morning, Y/N," Hunter hummed.
Your lips failed to formulate an intelligent reply, so you mumbled your similar return. Your arms wrapped tightly around a soft bundle and you buried your face in it. Red and black fuzz tickled your face and you pulled it back to look at it. It was Lula.
"We need to you to be awake so we can test these pain killers. Once we're sure they work, you can relax."
"What's wrong?"
"You broke your... Tech, which bone is it?"
"The Tibia,"
"You broke your Tibia. That's the shin bone. We need to reset the bone so it'll heal right, but Tech wanted to test the pain killers first."
"Do you feel this?"
A moment of confusion was followed by your looking down at Tech. He was pressing on your exposed shin. The pressure didn't cause any reaction, but the sight of your wounded leg did. Fascinated, you wanted to touch it.
"No, no, lay back down, Y/N." Hunter was pushing you back onto the bed.
"Do you feel this?" You frowned down at him, wondering why he'd repeat his question when it struck you. He was pressing on another part of your leg. This was supposed to hurt.
"I don't feel any of that... is that bad?"
"Quite the opposite, actually."
You caught the skull's armor relax through your peripherals. He turned to you and you met his eyes without a sound. A reassuring smile crossed his lips and you caught yourself thinking about just how handsome this man was. It took a moment to pull you back. Then you heard what he was saying to you.
"You can relax. We'll take it from here."
He didn't have to tell you twice. You were already embracing the darkness with joy, Lula tucked in your grasp. A long time passed, you couldn't be sure how long. When you finally came back, you found yourself drifting away again. This repeated until one time, you were able to hold onto a relative instance of consciousness. The dim room shifted as you sat up and scooted to lean your back against the wall, Lula at your side.
This was not the Marauder.
Foggy eyes scanned the disastrous room, hesitating on the fresh tally marks carved into the wall. They moved to the droid head on a table in the center of the space where Tech and Hunter sat. Eventually your gaze drifted to the pile of dirty blacks and then to the window that was pelted with large raindrops. You hadn't been on Kamino in a long time.
"Good to see you’re awake," Hunter greeted, setting aside the shoulder plate he had been cleaning. He had removed the top half of his armor.
"It hasn't been two weeks already, has it?" You muttered, noticing that Crosshair and Wrecker were gone. "Tech said two weeks."
"It's been three days actually," he moved to lean over your... his bed. Resting his arm on the wall above the rather large alcove, he looked down at you. "I suppose I'll give you the bad news. You went into surgery as soon as we got you back. You've got pins in your leg and an appointment for physical therapy in a few days. Overall, the surgery went well."
"It would have gone better if you hadn't hidden the injury and tried several times to stand on the broken bone." Tech muttered, leaning both elbows on the table as he looked up from the data pad in hand. Then he paused, eyes darting to the side. "On a similar note, I should've recognized the symptoms immediately. Nausea and fatigue are trademark symptoms of a broken bone."
"Hey," you waited until he looked at you, "Don't start the blame game, buddy. That's not happening."
A heavy sigh left his lips and he bobbed his head in agreement, "Sorry. I suppose I'm just flustered over this. Ever since you fell from that building, I knew it had to be worse than you let on, but I didn't want to say anything as I was sure you knew better than I regarding how bad your injuries were."
Hunter, who had been listening until then commented, "None of us realized how bad it was till you passed out in the cockpit."
"I didn't realize..." Searching for a response in a discombobulated mind proved pointless. "I'm sorry. I should've been more forthright."
"We forgive you. I want you to know that we care, Y/N." You found Hunter's dark eyes, "Please tell us next time if you need help."
A beat followed and you nodded. "I will."
A minute later, the door hissed open and in came Wrecker followed closely by Crosshair. They both paused, staring your way. An enormous smile struck Wrecker and he raced over to you like a little kid. Your attention was enveloped in huge arms.
"How are you doing, Y/N?" He held you at arms length and looked at you, brows stitched together. "I was worried sick!"
"I'm doing good, Wreck. I am pretty tired though." You stole a glance at Crosshair who stood near the door toothing a toothpick. "Apparently I have a good poker face,"
The sniper huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a rare smile. You turned back to the large man who moved next to Hunter. Wonderment came over you again at the individuality of each man in there.
"Well," began Hunter, "I think now would be a good time to get some brunch. What do you say, boys?"
Wrecker whooped in approval and the others moved to the door while Hunter stayed behind, sitting on the edge of the bed. On his way out, Tech shot Hunter a questioning glance that was answered by a subtle facial queue from their leader. He nodded and followed his brothers through the door.
“You not going to eat?"
He shook his head, "I ate before they got up."
"Ah," you hummed.
Steady raindrops drowned the silence that ensued. The empty look in Hunter's eyes didn't miss your observance. He stared at nothing, all the while staring at the galaxy. You wondered if he knew he did this from time to time.
"Are you okay?"
The light reignited in his eyes and he turned his focus to you, "I will be,"
"Oh?" you raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"
He hesitated, eyeing the floor. "Just... when you passed out? I haven't lost any of my brothers in this squad. For a second, I thought I was going to lose you. I've never really let myself think about that before."
The expression he held when you had woken a few days ago spoke a novel when paired with those words. Every mission that went well grew confidence in the boys. You saw this consistently. That confidence was probably shattered the moment they realized that one of them could get hurt. Did all of them freeze up in a moment of panic when you collapsed?
That image made you shutter. You imagined their expressions pitying you as you failed to hide your pain. The thought of their worry plagued you. It was... mortifying.
“But you made it," he whispered, "and you're alright."
"I am,"
It took half an hour for the others to return. When they did, you found yourself watching in fascination as they interacted. You'd never seen regs behave with such chemistry. Truly, these boys were different. You knew you'd be in good hands while you recovered from this inconvenient injury. The best part was that you'd have four... well, three caring clones to keep your spirits up as you did so.
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Thanks for reading!
At the end of each one shot, I like to add a little Q&A to interact with readers. Feel free to comment a response!
Q. Have you ever broken a bone? If so, would you be interested in sharing the story?
A. Nope! I've been close a time or two, but I have yet to break any bones
#TBB oneshot#TBB one-shot#The bad batch#tbb fanfic#tbb x reader#clone force 99#star wars the bad batch
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➡ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐡.𝟐]
tw: nsfw. semi public fucking. vag. creampie. angsty ending.
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He slips his hands under your thighs, pulling you up and sitting you over his lap. “I’m gonna fuck you until you lose consciousness, you know?” he whispers, licking your upper lip...
Your nudity grazes his still twitching dick from the past orgasm, it feels so unreal to be surrounded by his arms, to be over his lap. It feels like a dream come true, your chest against his chest.
“Kuchiki Taichou, I want you” you moan with your lips pressed on his. “You want me, Lieutenant?” he whispers back, igniting a fire inside your belly. You purr, grazing unconsciously against his sex. Sex that grows harder unbelievably fast.
Many years without lust have made him accumulate it all inside of his heart and now, unleashed by your hands, he will succumb. You hump on him, letting his growing member to search your entrance by his own, and he can’t stop you.
Byakuya shivers, the touch of a wet welcoming entrance excites him, skin to skin, nothing in between. He grunts and hardly breathes, closing his eyes, frowning in pure pleasure.
His hands go up and down on your back, pressing harder when they get to that special spot where your glutes begin. The water around you splashing at each side, and the Kuchiki manor in suite bathroom getting completely wet with the ups and downs.
“Don’t stop please” he moans, accompanying your hips motions with his own. “I won’t, Captain… I won’t” you whine in between panting and lip biting.
The noble attacks your neck, biting, hard. He leaves marks, and you don’t care, you want them to remind you every time you look into the mirror who let them there. His lips caress the bitten flesh with butterfly kisses, going down, down up until your breasts.
“How beautiful” he whispers, looking at them in detail, bouncing, for the first time. His hands, so soft, surround and squeeze them delicately but so dominantly. Pale lips stroke your hardened nipples making you throw your head back in total bliss.
You never stop and his hips either. And as you are closer to climax he goes in faster, deeper, harder…
“KUCHIKI TAICHOU!! IT’S AN EMERGENCY MEETING!”
The sudden shouts of his subordinates -your friends and companions of squad- alert both of you. And it’s true, the calling has been made and you have heard it, but you decided to ignore it as passion was taking over.
You were impressed that in fact Byakuya himself had ignored it, however you could not help yourself and keep moving up and down over his lap.
“I- tai-cho…” you moan, this time whispering as the guys keep searching for his captain to fulfil his duties. He covers your mouth with his hand, not in a violent way but lovingly. “Shh…” he mouths, with a subtle smirk.
You nod, never stopping the humps as his hips keeps fucking you. You try to supress the moans because of your upcoming orgasm, and the lustful look of Byakuya’s steel eyes on yours.
“I’m taking a bath, I will be there in some minutes” he announces, trying to maintain a calm tone but still closing his eyes as his orgasm also approaches him. But they do not go away. “Taichou, Soul Society is under attack!!” and with that you both freeze. No more humping, no more fucking, no passion and no orgasms. Nothing but real fear now.
Both of you stand up, quickly grabbing some towels to dry your bodies. The Shihakusho are at least a little wet, but you do not mind. Getting out of the bathroom you both encounter your squad waiting in the garden of the Kuchiki house.
The rain has stopped already, but you didn’t even noticed. What you did notice, however, is all of your squad on the garden of Byakuya’s house. “Ah… Lieutenant?” some of them ask to see how both of you have wet hair and got out of the mansion at the same time.
Byakuya and you widen your eyes, you have just come to realize that getting out of the place at the same time looking like that, specially after Byakuya had said he was taking a bath was a huge mistake.
“What’s going on?” the captain asks, decided to change topics but mainly to be informed about what was the menace. Apparently, some Menos Grande have appeared at the mere doors of the Gotei 13 facilities and for some reason they consider it’s some kind of message from certain enemies.
That being said, Byakuya uses his shunpo faster than ever to reach as quick as possible to the so taichou’s quarters for the reunion.
You, as the substitute Lieutenant, since Renji is out with Rukia for their honeymoon, have to wait outside while the captains have their usual meetings. It’s not a surprise that Rangiku, who was also waiting outside, asks you about why both of you looked so “wet”.
“We- uh… we were training. It was raining, so, I- got wet” you lie. “only your hair, (Name)?” Yumichika asks, elbowing Ikkaku who understands nothing.
Your cheeks burn, it’s not that you would get particularly ashamed for being with Byakuya… Their reactions are not about you but rather about him. He is a widower that has never dated nor even get closer to a woman in decades, a cold man, nobody would ever think he would be having sex with a subordinate, and, on top of that, ignore the many callings to a captain’s emergency meeting. Captain Kuchiki is the definition of following rules and pure devotion to protect the Soul Society, it is normal that their colleagues would at least react.
“I just changed my shihakusho!” you protest, acting annoyed -with poor acting skills-. “Oh, with him?~” the red-haired lieutenant of 10th Squad mocks you, well aware of how close Byakuya and you have become lately. In any case, Rangiku is happy for you, and for him too.
“MATSUMOTO!” a sudden scream scare all of you as you wait for your captains outside. The white-haired captain, Hitsugaya Toshiro, scolds Rangiku -as always- for being so nonchalantly laughing during an emergency.
The busty woman grabs her chest in signs of her heart having stopped after getting scared by his captain and complaining follows him. Not before winking an eye at you.
Zaraki Taichou, annoyed with having to slash simple Menos Grandes, tells their subordinates to shut up, while his pink hair vice-captain -daughter- annoys Byakuya as they walk out of the conference room.
“(Name), let’s go” your captain commands, as always so serious and straight to the point. You nod and quickly follow him. His washed green scarf flows with the wind as he walks faster, his hair accompanies such movements, and for you it’s like watching an angel guide you to heaven.
Soon, he uses shunpo again, disappearing from your sight. “What… the-“ you ask yourself, watching for him, since you can still perceive his reiatsu being closer. It’s dark outside, so you begin to search for him through the many little passages of the soul society.
You stop when you get tired enough. You feel unease, as a denied orgasm always puts you in a bad mood. Yet, you are more interested now into showing your captain you are not a failure as his vice-captain… even if now seems impossible to do so.
“Ah… am I that slow?” you protest and hit yourself with unpleasant self-thoughts. “You aren’t” you hear, right after being snatched to a rather dark corner. You soon realize your lips are sealed again, sealed by the sweet taste of your captain’s mouth.
You never thought Byakuya could be that impulsive -or at least not for sex matters- but you enjoy such outburst with great pleasure. “Mmh… capt-captain!” you moan, pushing him off your lips for just some time. Is he aware you are in the middle of the streets of the Seireitei? There is no way Byakuya is doing this without not caring about being seen by people passing.
“What?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ear as he has you pinned against the wall of a random passageway. You can see how his chest goes up and down, apparently a beast had been unleashed and it won’t be calm until devouring his prey in peace.
You blink, you are used to see him covered in blood, you are used to see him fighting… but not like this, not begging for sex in the middle of a public place. And it’s so damn hot, playing with the way a man wants your body is beyond endearing to you. “We are in public, captain… where should we go? Do we have any mission assigned?” you ask, passing your hand inside the white sash that holds his shihakusho closed.
“I don’t care, let me fuck you here” he says, almost panting maybe even drooling. “But- captain… anyone could see us” you purr, pulling him closer to you by the sash. Hakama pants are lose for a reason, but even like this, you can feel his hardness growing, pressed against your lower belly.
At this point, it is pretty obvious your beloved Byakuya doesn’t care about people, and he only needs to satiate his hunger for you. He doesn’t wait for you to react, and his soft hands unties your uniform first. Kimono and obi out, hakama falling into the ground. No panties, of course, nobody had time to put them since you had to run to the meeting before.
No time for foreplay, none of you need it. Byakuya lifts your leg up as his hakama also falls down to the ground. However, the sash around his waist stays, holding Senbonzakura right on the other side.
As hard as drippy, he guides his sex into yours. Staying some minutes right at your entrance, both enjoy the beautiful intrusion in your body. Little whimpers that Byakuya breaths in, his little grunts that make your skin bumpy…
“I’m sorry, I know we should be doing this in a better place” he excuses himself, while burying himself into you, deep, deep inside. His noble manners are never lost, they are simply put aside for now. “You- I don’t ca- care about where, captain, just keep fucking me” you whine, loud enough for him to shush you pressing his index in between yours and his lips.
A raptured smirk, as a little drop of sweat garnishes his temple, that drives you crazy appears on his face. A smirk that speaks more than words, a smirk that you have only seen twice… and both of them were while him being deep inside of you.
His free hand cups your breast, taking it to his mouth to delightfully taste it while his hips thrusts in you on and on. “I- ugh…” he mumbles, enslaved by the pleasure, by the erect feeling of your nipples on his tongue.
Your eyes turn white, as he keeps going. And not only he goes in and out, but up and down. Those upward hammering motions that make you feel like you lose control of your own body, of your own senses. Senses that are all at the mercy of pleasure.
Your nails carve marks on his shoulders, not big but surely well trained. His paler complexion turning red with each scratch, as well as his cheeks. Your fingers that sometimes tangle with the straight, silky strands of his onyx hair. Some bumps that cover his body, old souvenirs of every battle. The deep one on his arm, from that time when an espada tried to control him, a scar you will kiss if you ever have the chance to do so. You totally worship the man inside you, like a God, like a sacred angel sending you into ecstasy with his neediness.
And soon, ecstasy hits you. It makes you shiver; it makes you tense all of your muscles, curl your toes and your back. Byakuya, pins your wrists up your head, and deepening his kisses gives you the last blow. You can feel the squared tsuba of his zanpakuto carved at the side of your hip and you don’t care, you want him to keep going, you want for him to come as well as you do.
“I- I can’t stop- mys-self” he stutters, fixing his beautiful eyes into yours, biting your lips as he isn’t able to pull out. “Don’t stop” you moan, allowing him to painfully finish inside you. And it’s painful, because both know the consequences… but it’s also painful, because losing control for Byakuya is one of the worst things he could ever experience… and yet, it was, for him, for you, like pure paradise.
You rest with your forehead pressed against his, both breathing normalizing and still connected. For some reason this intimacy feels like it’s been like this forever, as if your souls already know from hundreds of years.
Lips sloppily grazing mark the last kiss before he pulls out, it’s time to come back to reality. You were lucky nobody found you while having intercourse, but for how long you two will be safe?
“I’m sorry” Byakuya says, looking at your crotch. “I didn’t mean-“ he continues, but you press your lips against his. “It’s ok, I wanted it” you tell him nothing but the truth, you really, really enjoy feeling him flooding your insides.
But what Byakuya was really looking at it wasn’t the fact that you were dripping with his release, but the side of your hip completely bruised by the hilt and tsuba of his zanpakuto.
He crunches in front of you, something he would never do in front of anybody that’s not a noble, and places butterfly kisses over your sore side. Caressing the place, he looks up at you. “We were assigned to guard the streets until morning, but, if you are feeling bad let me take you with Unohana” he whispers, with eyes of real worry and guiltiness for having hurt you.
“It’s ok, Byakuya- I mean, captain Kuchiki. It’s just a bruise, you didn’t hurt me” you tell him, blushing since you have called him by his first name -something he isn’t used to, and he kinda doesn’t like-.
“You can call me Byakuya when we are alone” he says, standing up and helping you get dressed. The last part of his speech reverberates in your mind, it is clear this is a secret in between you and him, and nobody, absolutely anyone must know…
Of course, he is Kuchiki Byakuya, head of the Kuchiki Clan, a noble.
And you, you are just a commoner…
Byakuya gets properly dressed, making you feel his sudden outburst of reiatsu over your body. He was hiding his spiritual pressure the whole time, of course he was. A captain is so easy to find, specially when they are as powerful as him.
“Byakuya… will this cont-“ you wanna ask, but a sudden explosion coming from the west cuts your words short. Your eyes, as well as his, tint with the fire coming from the woods and now, nothing matters the most than protecting Soul Society.
Byakuya unsheathes Senbonzakura. “(Name). RUN” he orders, disappearing to the place of disaster as soon as he could. While you run, you try to understand the actions that lead you to be in this position. And you can’t yet, understand.
“KUCHIKI TAICHOU? YOU WERE ASIGNED TO GUARD THE SURROUNDINGS! Several Shinigami are hurt!” Captain Hitsugaya scolds him, leaving Byakuya with an expression you had never, ever seen in his face…
An expression that translates in pure hate when he turns around to look at you, as if it all had been your fault. You blink a few times, realizing you were just a distraction to him… or that’s what you think…
“I’m sorry captain…” you mumble, feeling the raindrops fall over your face… once again, it has started to rain…
[to be continued] ➡ Next Part here
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idk if you still have thoughts of library of ruina but i would love to hear about an analysis on the floor realizations (it doesn't have to be all of them, it's up to you on which ones or if you want to do this).
you're gonna have to forgive inaccuracies since these thoughs have been crystalized in stasis in my brain since i first got thru lor and i KEEP meaning to reread the story but i never do because (gestures vaguely at the past four month of me being exclusively obsessed with FE)
i dont have a lot of thoughts on them overall besides "ohh coool" most of the time BUT
i really love tiphereth's.
i think the pick of the magical girls is GENIUS. at first it's easy to brush off as "she's the young kid so she gets the shojo squad" but it actually ties into the magical girl lore extremely well.
tiph's topic of discussion is "the meaning of life," centered on how tiph struggled to go on after enoch's death and, after her core supression in lobcorp, letting tiph B die forever. The constant replacement of Tiph B and his subsequent shutdowns really just hammered home Tiph A's inability to let go. But now that she has, now that she's made that step forward, what then?
And this is EXACTLY what the magical girls are all about. the premise of the magical girls is that they did it. they defeated the great evil. the world is saved. but now their fighting has no use anymore. all of them struggle to fill the void left behind by their battle. Queen of Hatred enacts evil so she can "defeat" it, Knight of Despair, well, despairs over everything she could not save, and King of Greed gave herself to her earthly desires. It's all maladaptive self-destruction.
Servant of Wrath in particular is an interesting parallel, since they had a mini arc centered on them in Wonderlab. They were separated from a friend, and try to fill that connection by any means; particularly, befriending an Agent. This, of course, ends in that Agent's death, and Servant of Wrath's friend abandons them. Since LoR directly posits the parallel, it's easy to see Tiph replacing Enoch over and over again in this. Particularly because Servant of Wrath had friends before the newest one. Three guesses what happened.
And then, of course, there's how all this parallels to Roland. Roland's backstory is presented in reverse through the middle tier of the library, starting here: Roland, who has lost everything. His wife, his unborn child, his home, his purpose. We are shown Roland in depression, alone in his apartment, adorned by an unused mobile.
I made a joke post once about one of Roland and Tiph's first interactions. Tiph offhandedly mentions Enoch, to which Roland teases her by asking if he's her boyfriend. She says he's dead. Roland, the dead wife haver, instantly regrets this.
And like. That's the thing!! These two suckers both lost people they care about. Tiph was similar to Roland in that she just floundered after the lab crew bit it. She lashed out at others, mainly Tiph B and the Upper Sephirah, out of her own powerlessness.
But now!! Look at her!! She has expectations for the future that stem from her past experiences. She's not living for Enoch. She can't. He's gone. But she can finally understand what he wanted from life: to make it better. And that's something anyone can work toward. Everybody has expectations for the future, and sometimes, often even, those expectations will be shattered. Whether your goal is failed or you succeed, you need to find the next thing on the horizon.
But... if you can't, then that's okay. If you don't expect anything from life, or can't bring yourself to, it's still good enough. Because "the meaning of life" and "the value of life" are different. Tiph decided her meaning of life is a better tomorrow, and Roland decided his meaning of life is that it has none at all, but both their lives are equally valuable, just by being.
The magical girls still tried to fulfill an expectation that was already completed. That's a fool's errand, though, and that's what destroyed them.
I just. I just think Tiph's realization is very nice, is all. The way the three-way parallels between Tiph, Roland, and the Magical Girls play off is intensely satisfying to me. Interpreting each of them through the lens of the other is really cool to do, and brings up new sides to all of them.
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Prologue
(Chapter Index)
(Next)
A display of technological marvel, yet still rotten in more ways than not.
With the ever-increasing environmental degradation, incessant crime, and the overcrowded masses living in despair, many would turn up their nose to such a dystopia.
But to Scourge the Hedgehog, this was home. Once his dad died, this was all he had when he was 11. Although that felt like a lifetime ago, the different sights made him recall his survival instincts from those days. For instance, every shop they passed reminded Scourge of his various strategies when it came to getting away with shoplifting.
He still knew this city like the back of his hand; down to the safest places to sleep and the most rewarding places to dumpster dive. Above all, he knew he was indeed home.
It had been about a day since he and his crew had broken out of Zone Jail. In comparison, this dump was paradise; especially since this is where they’d likely find their base of operations for their various plans.
Given the circumstances, it would be difficult to believe that Scourge used to be the king of this planet. After a few years on the streets, he and his former gang, the Suppression Squad, decided they wanted more than just survival.
They wanted to rise above the rest.
Of course, the best way to do so was to overthrow the king. Many would find such a task to be overly ambitious and even impossible without an army of a thousand soldiers. Luckily, with Princess Alicia on their side, they were able to successfully usurp King Maxx and imprison him in the Zone of Silence.
From that point onwards, Scourge’s rule of Moebius was a rather complicated matter.
On one hand, there was plenty of fun in things such as raising the taxes astronomically, severely punishing those who didn’t pay said taxes, cutting all public funding to keep their world even remotely clean, and other practices that sucked the life out of this world.
However, after struggling to overthrow their holier-than-thou rival, Dr. Julian Kintobor, Scourge himself was overthrown by one of the impatient members of the Suppression Squad named Jeffrey St. Croix.
After an incident on Mobius Prime involving the Master Emerald, his speed and strength tested new limits, and he regained rule of his gang and planet.
If the Suppression Squad didn’t hate him so much for allegedly treating them like shit, he wouldn’t have been betrayed by them with the help of his enemy, Sonic of Mobius Prime. Thanks to them, Sonic defeated him and he was imprisoned in the No Zone for his crimes across the multiverse.
As aforementioned, Zone Jail was no summer camp. With his powers stripped and quills shaved down, he was defenseless at the bottom of the food chain as he was at the epicenter of endless beatings. By dumb luck, his girlfriend, Fiona had gotten herself and a new gang of their own, the Destructix, thrown in Zone Jail. One hop, skip, and prison riot later, they were free and ready to take back what was lost.
More importantly, to take an eye for an eye.
(Stay tuned. Lot more where that came from ;D)
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No, You Won't Understand, Ever
Prompt: No, you won't understand, ever
Fandom: Endeavour
Pairing: Morse/Jakes
He had no idea that today would be the day it all blows up in his face. As a matter of fact, he was rather sure that day would never come. He has a long history of supressing what needs to be suppressed, and the fact that he is very aware how pretty Morse is is first and foremost on this list, has been for months now.
But instead – well –
He could argue that it is all Morse’s fault, only that it very much is not, because Peter is aware he has been sniping at him much more than he usually does lately, simply because… because…
Things are not getting better with the Morse is pretty thing. Rather, they are getting worse, and every time he smiles or is nice toa witness or figures something out and does that scrunchy thing with his nose –
So really, Peter has done his best to ignore all of that, but he can’t. And so, he’s been rather mean and distant, and he’s aware of it. Problem is, Morse is aware of it, too, and today is the day that he finally decides to say something which – in the end, it just serves Peter right.
“What’s your problem, Sergeant?” he sneers when they happen to be alone in the squad room. It’s late, and almost everyone else has gone home.
“I don’t have any problems, Constable” he snaps back.
“That’s obviously not true, and I’d like to understand –“
“No” he interrupts him because there is nothing else to say, “No, you won’t understand, ever.”
He should know better than to say something like that – no, he does know better. But he is tired of it all, tired of hiding who he is, tired of wondering – wondering what? He wouldn’t even be able to say, but the point is –
He can practically see Morse’s brain working, putting the pieces together, and his eyes widening as he understands, and even as relief washes over him, he knows that he’s done it now. Not that he thinks Morse is going to rat him out. He could have told everyone about Blenheim Vale but didn’t. He won’t talk about this, either.
“Yes, well, I have to go.”
And he turns around and leaves.
Morse doesn’t call or try to run after him.
Peter isn’t even sure if he would want him to.
It’s his fifth or sixth consecutive cigarette. Why should he count anyway? It’s not like it matters.
He can’t believe he actually allowed morse to guess the truth. The only explanation he can come up with is that he is a self-destructing idiot, deep down, which… well, he’s known that for a while.
He wonders how he will manage at work tomorrow. Then again, this is Morse – there’s every reason to think he will just ignore the obvious and Peter himself, run around endangering himself while solving impossible cases and then go home to his empty flat…
Not that you have any right to judge, he tells himself, glancing around. He’s often wondered what it would be like to come home to someone – since he was a child, really, and went through Hell. It’s just never happened before and he hardly thinks that –
There’s a knock on his door. That’s a rare enough occasion that it gives him paise for a few moments, but… no; he’s paid the rent, and he knows he wasn’t making any undue noise, sop what could possibly –
Opening the door to Morse was the last thing he expected.
But there he is, large as life and twice as natural, and looking at him with the same wide-eyed expression he showed when he finally figured it out two hours ago.
Peter swallows.
“I –“ Morse clears his throat. “I just – I just wanted to say –“
He’s actual come to tell him off? That doesn’t sound like the Morse he knows.
“I – “ Morse shakes his head and suddenly stands up straight, looking right into his eyes. “I wanted to tell you that I do, in fact, understand.”
“Well that’s nice –“ Good for him. What does he want, a goldstar for having figured out what Peter was all but shouting in his face?
But then – “Now you don’t understand.”
“What the –“
“I mean I understand, Peter. I understand very well.”
Understand very –
And the penny drops.
As does his cigarette; next thing he knows, he’s busy stomping on it so the carpet won’t catch on fire.
He tells himself that he is probably hallucinating, and that no one’s standing at the door.
But when he looks back up, Morse is still there.
They look at one another.
And then, Peter makes a decision. After all, it was very brave of Morse to come here, so it is his turn now –
“Well, then, do you want to come in?”
Morse stares at him, then nods.
Peter steps aside and Morse comes in.
No more misunderstandings.
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Here we have Ryan Brooks! Better known as the following, Rook, Rookie, Rookidee, Rookster, Corvus frugilegus, Rookary, and many many more variation of Rook. Note his nickname comes from the bird not the chess peice as all in his friend group are nicnamed after corvids.
Rook is a robot- well sort of. Rook was a real human being who serves as a sort of spy for an organization that took place in an alternet version of Canada. He entered a coma during a mission and was retreived by one of thise in his squad. The higher ups kept the others away from the medical room as they deternined what to do with him. Roster, a member of the robotics team explained he had made a way to copy people and make robotic copies of them. So they decided to copy Rooks mind over into a robot then let the human him die. They then placed the robotic copy onto the team without telling them or the robot. They also added some additonal spywear into him and altered the programming to lock certin thoughts and emotions from the robots ability to mimic. Going as far as supressing and replacing some memories.
No one was the wiser until Magpie was around when Robo Rook was injured and noticed his face was missing a chunk and his eye's apature was malfunctioning. Magpie pursuaded the higher ups to put him on the robotics team responsible for repairing Robo Rook. Where he slowly unlocked features of Rook's in secret until they were able to access everything they had locked. Magpie accepted that his friend was a robot now but the others all had other less then favourable opinions on learning their friend was replaced.
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hi! what about the og quinx squad? :) (sorry for bothering you i just need more tokyo ghoul content and i like to hear people's opinions)
(I forgot about this in my drafts for a bit, I still love doing these)
Ooh no worries I'm happy for the chance! I'll start it off short and sweet with my thoughts on the squad as the whole: I love them and their rainbow hair so very dearly. Speaking of rainbow, that's how I'm going to organize them as I rant about the individuals, hair color! so to begin,
Ginshi Shirazu! My pointy-toothed dearest, what is this shark doing outside of his natural habitat, put him back in the ocean. Jokes aside he's definitely the one I will most confidently say I wish the best for. His haircut would make me reconsider my life choices if I saw it in-person but as a work of fiction I like it quite a lot. Tokyo Ghoul is a series in which characters' hair generally follow the laws of gravity to a certain degree, which makes his little sprout stand out all the more. He was with us for less time than the rest but stood out all the more. Speaking of which, my only criticism would be why was he taken from us. Well, more specifically the timing of it Not just because I miss him either, why did it happen in that arc? It wasn't very quinx centric at all, it was about the Tsukiyamas and Haise so to squeeze Shirazu's death in there feels awkward. Guess we couldn't have the extrovert around to be reasonable and uplifting about the entire squad going to hell. As Kuki pondered during the Mutsuki fight, "maybe if we had our ray of sunshine we wouldn't have made the worst decisions of our lives."
Next up on the rainbow, Tooru Mutsuki. Oh my poor son. Look how they massacred my boy. If I ignore the undertones of "being trans is just a coping mechanism and he'll always be feminine and this is directly intertwined to the worst aspects of his character" it can't hurt me. IT CAN'T HURT ME. You deserve better than your parental figure Mutsuki I promise the first man not to shame and condemn you doesn't have to be the object of your affections. I don't know how to knit in the slightest but I'd make him a sweater and teach him how to make garlic bread or something. Disaster. Has done nothing wrong ever and everything wrong ever but I will support him regardless. I just want him to get the chance to heal instead of being given another way to unhealthily supress and hide. I love him dearly. If I had to give one criticism other than the whole. You know. I didn't realize his kagune was supposed to be a Bikaku until I took a closer look at a single panel in a chapter going through it for the second time, it really looks like it was supposed to be a ringkaku, just due to the fact that it seems to be coming from higher up on his back in most panels and takes that kind of tentacle shape.
Alright now, Saiko Yonebayashi! That is the only time I will be spelling her full name, Yonebayashi makes my brain perform a computer reset. A legendary vibe, strengthening your kagune is temporary, shaping it into anime weapons is forever. (I swear I'm not the first person to have this thought so if anyone knows where my brain stole it from let me know.) No complaints, golden standard of characters, perfection in a small package.
Okay obviously that was a joke, I suppose it'd be the fact that she isn't really given an arc all her own to change and grow? It makes me sad because all the quinx men are given their moments, and while she has good scenes, where is my Saiko development! Where is my Saiko centric arc! WHERE IS SHE!
And we arrive at Kuki Urie. He's a funny guy to me because we have the same hobbies and similar aspirations to be the best as well as similar rude inner voices, but we're terribly different. Like I can fathom his logic and given the same goal and experiences, I'd do the same but I would never exercise by choice, I will continue being built like a noodle thank you. He's very dense, I like him. I appreciate the role of "the serious one" he plays but there were certainly a few times I just wanted to tell him to shut up and live a little. So that's my criticism. Learn to laugh Urie. Love him.
Now I'm not certain if you'd be including Haise in this but I'm going to for the sake of my own fun. Warning this is going to devolve fast.
Favorite Kaneki, literally just their mom. I wish his reaper transformation had been more like post-Jason, in the way that he's undeniably changed but still you know. A decent person. Instead he's just... whatever reaper Kaneki was. Biggest criticism was Shirazu's death. I don't care how many memories he's regained nor how Urie was being somewhat accusatory, Kuki was grieving, undeniably caught up in the fresh sting of death and memories, and though he did act somewhat arrogant in "why couldn't you save us" that's fairly reasonable. Haise was supposed to watch over them, and he was mainly saying "why weren't you there to say goodbye and comfort him in his final moments, he wanted you there" and despite certainly having at least a COUPLE memories as to Urie's whole complex of “I can’t be weak or rely on anyone because I can only trust myself to be strong enough to save my friends” reaper just says "actually you weren't strong enough to save him it's your fault again." Realistically that would've doubled down on that mentality and it probably did! I wish it was explored more but wow having the closest thing to a parent tell you the death of one of the closest people to you is your fault just like you've feared it would be, would mess up anyone. Moral of the story is love Haise, hate the reaper.
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i totally agree w your post about kinn's antis, like i read some takes that make me wonder 1 if we're watching the same show and 2 why some people are watching this show? like they're not gonna break up because porsche "deserves better" (for some reason) or whatever and kinn is not gonna be all of sudden a perfect person and boyfriend? and i still don't know why people have been calling him dumb, imo he has been a pretty competent mafia boss these past episodes i truly don't get it
yeah i'm?? i watched a couple reactions too and it's the same thing.
porsche deserves better? lol what? kinn is trying so so so hard, to be everything that porsche needs. to protect him, but not crowd and supress his wants and needs. to open up to him. to open his heart again despite being betrayed the last time he did so. to trust and show he trusts.
i also saw ppl say he didn't care that big died annnnnnd?? the fuck? i literally made this set just to point out the fact that kinn looks absolutely crushed when he sees big's body.
but! i'm not gonna go into detail and explain all the ways that i think kinn is a misunderstood character, because there are already way more eloquent posts, and i already have done a little in other posts.
one thing is though, is people are forgetting that eeevvvveeery character in this show is flawed. including porsche himself. the fandom has really started to babify him, like he's not an entire capable adult.
and yeah, if they hate kinn so much - one half of the titular characters - why continue to watch?
also, i've called kinn dumb before, because he's had some himbo moments (again, as have all the characters because they are - flaaaaawweeed. as is the intention.) but people are really doubling down on calling him stupid and it's lowkey starting to annoy me.
can his emotions - or suppression of his emotions - cloud his judgment at times? yes. but, like you said, he's been a pretty fucking competent leader considering everything he's juggling atm.
anyway - i stay on the kinn defense squad. me 🤝 big - our man can do no wrong.
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