#I found out I could see my doc today so I JUMPED FOR IT

[baconcolacan]

Help what does it mean when you tell a funny story to your psychiatrist and they prescribe you an anti-psychotic

[on-the-clear-blue]

The idea warms are hitting extremely hard today, so outside of my usual DPxDC I give you, Spider-Man in Gotham...Not MCU Peter edition!

Give me a Peter Parker that is 18 going on onto 19, he has been Spider-Man for like, 5 almost 6 years, getting his bite very early, and dealing with all the things that happen to him younger.

And give me a Year One Batman. Who is still trying to figure out what the hell he is doing, and toting along a 9 year old Robin

Peter, falling out of a portal, and doing his standard check of surroundings, spotting Batman staring at him in clunky armor and a brightly colored child: Waves slowly

Bruce, who heard some freaky shit was happening with a cult near by and went to investigate: blinking at the blue and red being that got summoned

Dickie, who is trying (and failing) to do the Bat glare: still waves back.

And like, just the idea of this 19 year old Spider-Man taking a much older vigilante under his wing, teaching him the ins and outs of it all.

Like..

Bruce, Storming through a bag guys base gets suddenly pulled back by a web to his cape.

Peter, giving him a "bitch you dumb" look under his mask: Traps! LOOK FOR TRAPS?? AND LOOK UP? PEOPLE HID THINGS UP?

Bonus, Spider-Man bending himself into a human pretzels and Dick "I have no bones" Grayson is gleefully testing to see if he could do it too.

Jump cut, years later, Peter beats emotional intelligence into Bruce with Dick.

All the Bat kids grow up with Uncle Peter, (either Peter can't get back or has been told specifically that he can't by a higher being or something) and like...

Peter is the only one that catches Tiny Tim following them during patrol, he shows him all the places to get the best angles, even poses a few times for him.

Either is there when Jason dies and saves him, or is there mourning with Bruce

(Gotham lives in fear of the memory, Batman at his most brutal and Black Suit Spider-Man)

Teaches Jason how to control his pit rage after he comes back, what is Spider-Man if not control?

Stephanie is his bestie in puns and white girl music tastes.

Tim finds a partner in constantly staying up far to late as well as someone who likes to invent,( because I hc that Peter has pretty much worked with every scientist in New York, cus like since this is a blend of canons, he has worked with the Lizard, Doc Oct, Reed Richards, the only one he said no to an internship was Stark)

Duke gets a meta mentor that can help him with his powers, Spidey has been on more than one team with someone that had some form of light powers.

Plus I think Spider-man is Gothams daytime hero before Signal joins him, they are the daytime duo

Cass is his favorite (don't tell anyone because they already know) she can see him and he can see her in a spider sense, they do the point meme whenever they sense each other.

Little stabby Damian finds out that this person with his father has been trained by many an assassin (Wade, Daredevil, Natasha, Shield in general)

And Wade...Deadpool pops up occasionally, even he doesn't understand why or how lBruce gets a strange feeling he should punch the Flash in the face the next time he sees him)

Bruce having to deal with Deadpool is terrible for him and I sadly love it.

(Also on the point of Black suit spidey in Gotham...ESPECIALLY after Jason is murdered? Oh Peter is killing the Joker, or his arm privileges forfeit. I feel like Peter would try not to kill him but wouldn't try too hard.)

Spider-man being a founding members of the Justice League, them having to deal with Peter crawling on the ceiling, and scuttering through air vents!

Peter making Parker Industries, pointing inventions from other heros/villains from his world, he isn't above pettiness, and that's how the DC world gets some of Reed Richard's old designs he gave to Peter "Because they are practically useless" they arnt they save millions of lives. Not to mention Arc Reactors, Peter grinned the whole time claiming it was his idea.

Hope you enjoy my ADHD rambling brought to you be sleep deprivation

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Grad school Spencer in his little white coat and glasses getting his chem PhD and he just spills everything and goes 🫠 because he sees English lit major reader walking by from the lap window.

because I will die on the hill that this actually happened.

hiiiii 💕

like 23 year old phd candidate spencer in his white lab coat is everything to me and i took some liberties so bear with me :)

spencer reid x female reader

So he’s working in his lab doing something sciencey and smart

He’s already a phd in math and engineering which makes him something a myth in his departments

Part of his program makes him work as a TA for a chemistry course which is how he meets you

You’re a Literature major and Sociology minor and in his Chemistry class. It’s filled with many students, but Spencer wouldn’t need an eidetic memory to remember you

He never found the courage to talk to you, thinking that you’ve probably already have a boyfriend on a count for how pretty and smart you are.

Every Tuesday and Thursday he sees you walk by his lab. He forces himself to not recognize the pattern, but it’s impossible when you’re so magnetic to look at and think about and patterns are so recognizable to his brain. And out of risk of you thinking he’s a stalker, he decides it’s safer if he ignores you walk by

What Spencer doesn’t realize is that you’ve also noticed his pattern of being in the lab the same days you’re in the Sociology wing.

One day he’s busy his lab, and he can see you through the big picture window. He feels his hands grip the beaker and his grateful that the chemical liquids he’s working with today are something as simple as water

As he gazes through the big window he watches you walk with a big stack books in you arms

He walks to the sink, needing an extra 30mLs of water in his beaker, but as his does he accidentally trips over a stool and crashes to the floor

He jumps up, and sees you look at him in horror. Which wasn’t the way he planned on you looking at him (he forced the thoughts of the various ways you could look at him from his mind)

Suddenly you rush into the lab and just as Spencer tries to stammer about maintaining proper hygiene protocols in the lab, your hands are gripping his wrist

“You’re bleeding” you say, and Spencer watches as you maintain steady, tight pressure on his open wound to stop the bleeding

“I didn’t realize” Spencer says with a stained smile. He’s planned on how he’d approach you over and over again in his mind ever since he saw you in the Chemistry class he TA’ed last semester “I was preoccupied”

“It’s alright, Doctor Reid. You’re not going to need stitches or anything. But let me put some bandaging on it.”

Spencer gulps, as he tries to remember how to breathe. All he can focus on is how your hair frames your face perfectly and how your perfume smells like earl grey tea and honey and apples

“You can call me Spencer, Y/N” He whispers, listening to as you practically drag him by the wrist to the first aid kit

“You know my name?” You ask, a look or wonder and amusement washes over your face

Spencer jerks his head back not in pain nor in discomfort, but rather in confusion. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I know your name. You’re Y/N.”

You lick your bottom lip as a small smile plays on the corner of your mouth. “there were a lot of students in your class last semester. I’m not very good at chemistry. Nor do I have a particularly memorable face.”

Spencer raised his eyebrows in disbelief. You gently placed a bandage on his cut. “You did very well in the class. And as for your face, it’s very memorable. More than memorable, honestly. It’s gorgeous—oh, no I didn’t—I don’t intend to be forward…”

“I think you got a memorable face too, Doc” You say, smiling as you sit knee to knee on the lab stools

“It’s Spencer,” He says, blushing as he nudged his hand forward to just barely touch yours

You stand, smiling as you do so, “Doc suits you. You’re kinda a legend and you’re really cute when you flush like that when I call you Doc”

[jouska-the-deer]

Sonic Twitter and TikTok Takeover 2023 Masterpost

Guess what? I saved every response to the takeover like I did last year, and here they all are, with a bonus.

I created a transcript of every single answer and saved it in a Google Doc, which you can find the link to [Here]

Links to all the individual Tweets and Tiktoks can be found below in order of when they were answered.

Intro [Twitter Link][TikTok Link]

Sonic: Question from @MetroGamer21: “How often do you keep your quills sharp? Do you brush it yourself or do you have someone else do it?”

Sonic: Alright. Question from At Xyn…qieqie underscore- “Okay Knuckles, I just gonna know what’s under your gloves!” Uh, geez. “Is it weird spiked hands or is it just the design of the gloves?”

Amy: This question is from @SilentNayuri. They ask Eggman, (Clears throat) “Out of every machine you’ve built, which one was your favorite?"

Tails: This question is from @Prisma_Sonic. “To Sonic, have you ever wondered if there were other versions of you out there? Asking for a friend.”

Sonic: This question’s from Jack. “For Eggman.” Oh. “Why did you get rid of the yellow cape? It was so fashionable!”

Sonic: Well this question is for me from At daniel nu beh n… “For Sonic, who in the group do you think is the prettiest!”

Amy: From @Rayfun_25028. “To Knuckles, I always wondered, how are you able to glide, actually.”

Sonic: This next question comes from @pabloandoogway. “Why do none of you use the emerald power anymore?”

Eggman: Question coming in hot from @BlueBlur68. Let’s see. “For Sonic, since you guys were in Eggman’s dream, what would Sonic’s dream be like?”

Tails: Question from Leyla. They ask, “Do you guys sometimes feel dizzy when you do a spindash or jump? If not, why?”

Amy: Aw! This next one’s from @selkadombom1n. They said, “Hey gang, big fan here. Today’s takeover is actually very special because it’s also my nineteenth birthday.” Aw. “If it’s not too much to ask, could I get a happy birthday serenade from your beautiful singing voices?”

Knuckles: wyattron asks, “Do the Chaos Emeralds have different tastes with the different colors?”

Tails: @Razer, Ooh, asks, “Are there any moments where going fast is not the best option?”

Tails: This question is from Pastelz. “Knuckles, does Rouge ever come by trying to steal the Master Emerald?”

Tails: This question is from @thatblockholevt. “To Eggman. What would your fursona be?”

Amy: Yubby asks me, “Do you wear inhibitor rings?”

Sonic: Question from @HannahW_1031 to Amy, “When or how did you get into reading fortune cards and where did you get them?”

Knuckles: knulaa! asks, “What are your thoughts on knowing that you have a biggest fan?”

Tails: Question from At Real-Mephi-One-es-Fan, “To Amy Rose. How was the concert with Shadow? Did you go to any other concerts by any chance?”

Knuckles: Two Stars asks: “For Tails, where did your fear of thunder come from?”

Eggman: Question from @ShadowsTrueBiggestFan, “Can I adopt Shadow? He can’t say no he isn’t in the Twitter takeover.”

Eggman: @DigiDevilTrig asks, “Sonic, if you’re the fastest thing alive, why did you use the train to go to the Mystic Ruins?”

Sonic: This one’s from spiro. Hi Eggman, are you looking for another henchman? I could be your henchwoman? I’m on your side all the way! Team Eggman!"

Sonic: This next one’s from holz. They say, “Since Shadow isn’t present this time, what’re your opinions on him?”

Knuckles: @Sonic_Sunset asks, “We know Sonic was a huge inspiration for Tails, but does he have other sources of inspiration? Like Dr. Eggman’s machinery for example.”

Sonic: Let’s see. This next question is from ‘the dog is very cool’. Interesting, uh, username, there, but, I’m happy for you. They ask, “Can I borrow a couple rings? I wanna buy a bag of funions.” 

Tails: @45Euvee asks, “For everyone. If you were a flavor of cake, what flavor would you be?”

Knuckles: Uh, I think this is for everyone. thehiddenface52 asks, “What’s your favorite winter activity?”

Sonic: This is from sam. “To everyone, how much sleep do you need? Does the fastest thing alive need a full eight hours?”

Eggman: Question from @valiixe. “If Sonic was a worm, would any of you guys still like him?”

Knuckles: Autumn asks, “How can I convince my dad to give me all Sonic stuff for Christmas?”

Eggman: @TailsAustin9922 asks the class, “What is something that you don’t do very well that you’d like to improve on?”

Amy: Okay! Question from @JopieTropi. They ask, “If the five of you could swap roles with someone for an entire day, who would each of you choose?”

Sonic: Question from fan, “Why is it called an oven when you ove in the cold food of out hot eat the food.”

Sonic: At creator-super-long-underscore asks, “Is it painful to give Knuckles a fist bump or handshake?”

Amy: @SpongyRabbit asks Sonic, “Why don’t you just put Eggman in jail?” 

Eggman: @thefortnitelegend190 asks, “Eggman, why don’t you team with Sonic? You guys would be a really good team.”

Tails: @squidboi7674 asks, “Eggman, do you do commissions? Like can I pay you to do a custom badnik all for me, because that would be really cool I think.”

Sonic: @TyphonTwister asks, “You guys have beaten a lot of baddies over the years. This might be a little weird but, who was your favorite to fight? Besides the good doctor of course.”

Tails: ExcaliburSonic asks, “If flamingos are pink because they eat shrimp, then why are you blue? Do you eat blue paint?”

Knuckles: This is from kittyxpickle. They ask, “To Knuckles, rougher than the rest of them, are you allowed on the internet without supervision? If yes, please reconsider.”

Outro [Twitter Link] [TikTok Link]

Feel free to let me know of any mistakes or missing responses, in either this post or the transcript doc, and I'll try to fix it. I'll also take suggestions on how to improve the transcript, since this is my first time making one.

[soccer-love]

"I'm always gonna be with you"

Sarah Zadrazil x reader

I found out about it the morning before the game.

And it was stupid not to tell anyone, but I wanted to play that game.

One last game before having to take a break.

I thought nothing would happen, of curse playing soccer could be dangerous but I was a good player and I haven't been injured in over two years.

The game went really well, Sarah and Glodis both scored goals and in the 90th minute we got a corner and I was standing near the goal, trying to do a head trick.

Klara kicked the corner and I jumped to reach the ball but some player from the opposite team took a couple of steps back, knocking me over.

The goalkeeper had also jumped to get the ball in her hands and by me getting knocked over I stumble into her and she falls onto me.

I feel the air getting pushed out of my lungs and a sharp pain goes through my stomach.

I gasp for air and just slightly hear the referee blow the whistle.

"Y/N?" I hear someone saying and then I see Glodis leaning over me.

Another wave of pain goes through my body and I cry out in pain.

"Sarah." I whisper, the fear in my voice scares me.

I need to tell someone about it.

And even though I really like Glodis, I know that Sarah is the right person to tell this to.

"Sarah." I whine out again and Glodis leans closer.

"What did you say?" she asks.

"Sarah. I-I want Sarah." I say and Glodis looks up, she shoots something towards the other players and just a second after, Sarah kneels down next to me.

"Hey, what's wrong buddy?" she softly asks and I grab her hand, pulling her down.

"I am pregnant Sarah....I...I am pregnant."

Normally Sarah is a calm person and it takes a lot to scare her but the look in her eyes changes to something I cant tell.

Something between happiness and huge fear.

But with every second she looks at me there is more fear.

"Someone get the medic. GET THE MEDIC!" she shouts and then grabs my hand a little tighter.

"What's wrong?" I hear Pernille asking and I see her blond hair somewhere over me.

"Everything will be okay." Sarah says, ignoring all the questions the team asks.

She just looks down at me.

Our team doctor and the physio come over and kneel down next to us, I hear Sarah whispering something to them and they look down at me before sending someone to the sideline, saying they need a stretcher.

"Whats wrong?" I hear someone else asking, it sounds like Glodis.

"Not now!" Sarah answers, her eyes fully focused on me.

Some paramedics come over and they get me onto the stretcher.

"I'll be with you in a second." Sarah promises, before letting go of my hand so they can take me inside.

"We have to bring you into the ER, you need an ultrasound." the doc says and I place a hand on my belly. "When did you find out about this?"

"Only this morning." I say and at the same time I fell so stupid, I shouldn't have played today. I should have said something.

I agree that they should bring me to the hospital and someone goes to get me a jacket, before we leave.

The paramedics explain to a nurse what happened and she calls a gynecologist before taking me into another room.

In the hallway I hear someone shouting my name and I look around to see Sarah running towards me, she is still in her soccer cloths and didn't even bother to put on a normal pair of shoes.

"How are you?" she asks, grabbing my hand.

"I-I dont know. They want to make an ultrasound now." I explain and she nods.

"I will wait here if you want."

"No." I say and she looks at me confused "Can you come with me? Please."

"Of curse."

She stays with me while I get rolled into a small room, Sarah sits down at a chair next to the bed and the nurse tells us that the gynecologist will be with us in a second.

"Do you want me to call the....the father of the baby." Sarah softly asks but I shake my head.

"It was a one night stand, I don't really know him." I explain and she smiles.

The door opens and a women comes in, smiling at us. "Hello, I'm Dr. Deluca, it's nice to meet you two."

She asks me some questions about my pregnancy so far and if I already have any children before starting to do the ultrasound.

The whole time, Sarah holds my hand, her thumb softly rubbing over the back of it.

"It looks like your about 10 weeks in, your baby also looks perfectly fine." she says, smiling at us.

"That is great." Sarah cheers and I sigh in relief.

"But it also looks like you have two broken ribs." Dr. Deluca adds and then hands me a prescription for some meds, to help it heal.

"You fell pretty hard so you should stay overnight, I'll call the nurse to bring you to a room." she says and gets up, but before she leaves the room she hands us two pictures.

"I think you two are gonna be great moms." she says, the pictures show the same image as the one on the ultrasound before, the small beating heart clearly visible.

"She thinks we are a couple." Sarah laughs before looking down at the picture.

"You can keep it if you like."

"It would be an honor."

A couple of minutes later the nurse comes in and she takes us into a room, a couple of floors above.

"Sarah?" I say as we are alone again "I'm scared."

"Scared of what?" she softly asks, grabbing my hand again.

"I dont know if I can handle all of this, becoming a mom and being a professional athlete." I explain.

"Hey, you are Y/N. Remember how you played in the champions league final with a broken wrist? Oh and the time you flew from London to Munich for a day, just to see if I was okay after my ankle injury?" she reminds me and I nod.

"You can do anything. And I'm sure that there are plenty of people in the world who couldnt do this, but you are definitely not one of them. You are so strong and so talented. And we, I mean me and the team, will do everything to support you."

A small tear runs down my cheek.

"Oh no, I-I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry." Sarah says confused and overwhelmed by my reaction.

"No....it's...I think these are the hormones." I apologize and she laughs.

"Well I hope I will be able to handle your hormones for the next 8 months." she says and I look at her.

"You're going to stay with me?" I ask and grab her hand a little bit tighter, we've been friends and teammates for so long.

"I'm always gonna be with you." she answers and for less than a second she looks down at my lips.

But before anyone can do anything the door flys open.

"Hello." Syd says, coming in., Magda, Glodis and Mala following her.

"Hey." I answer and behind Mala in the hallway, I see some other players.

"Is everyone here?" I ask and Glodis nods.

"Everyone was really worried so we just wanted to see if your okay? Did the doctors say anything already?" Magda asks and sits down at the edge of the bed.

"Whoa what is that?" Syd distracts everyone, she is looking at the picture that Sarah is still holding in her hands.

"Nothing." she says, quickly hiding it.

"Are you pregnant or something?" Syd asks Sarah and I see that she holds back her laughter.

"I am." I say and the room falls into silence for a second, before everyone starts to talk at the same time.

"OMG that is so cool."

"Is the baby okay?"

"Where gonna have a team baby."

"GUYS!" Sarah shouts, stopping them all from talking.

"First of all, yes the baby is okay. I only broke one of my ribs. But I will be out until the season anyways." I explain and smile at them.

"Congrats." Mala says and hugs me.

"Do you already know the gender?" Syd asks but I shake my head.

"Its to early."

After a couple more minutes, Sarah politely tells them to leave and I allow them to tell the rest of the team about my pregnancy.

Georgia comes in to congratulate me and hands Sarah a bag with cloths for the both of us and a pair of shoes.

Sarah goes into the small bathroom to get changed while I stay in the room, as she comes back, she's wearing dark shorts and a white hoodie.

"If you need some time for yourself, I can also go if you want. Just say something." she says before sitting down on the bed.

"I don't want to be without you." I say and grab her hand, pulling her closer.

"You never have to be." she softly answers, pushing a string of hair out of my face, her fingers brushing over my cheek.

This time, I can clearly see her looking at my lips.

"Sarah." I whisper in the space between us, her thumb softly brushing over my cheek.

"Stop me if you don't want it." she says, her hot breath hits my face and I cant help but wanting to be closer to her.

She leans closer, her walnut brown eyes scanning every little inch of my face.

"Stop me." she repeats but I don't even think about doing anything. All I can think about is the way her lips would feel on mine.

And as she finally puts her lips on mine, I close my eyes.

The kiss is soft and gentle and in the moment she realizes that I don't pull back, she wraps one arm around me and pulls me closer.

I put one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek.

We break apart, gasping for air and I lean my forehead against hers.

"Sarah."

"I love the way you say my name." she blurts out and her cheeks turn red.

"I like you." I confess and she looks up into my eyes.

"I like you too." she answers, melting into my arms.

She is so strong but such a softie at the same time.

"Would you, go out with me? Like on a date."

"I would love to." my answer makes her smile even brighter and she takes a deep breath.

"Can you stay with me for the night?" I ask, taking her hand in mine.

"I'm always gonna be with you."

[googleitlol]

What's this? 👀

Jumping ahead a bit, post-Pigsy introduction, but I've had this in the docs for a bit!

Dove Masterlist:

Blinded

“We should’ve stayed and fought!” Today has truly been a disaster. 

You thought after finding Tripitaka’s third disciple, the journey would become easier, but now?! The Tang monk is being held captive in a demon-infested cave! With Wukong and Tripitaka’s new disciple, Pigsy, you found the cave and fought the demon horde awaiting you. It didn’t take long to take care of the tiger demon that had stolen the monk away in the first place, but he was quickly replaced by an army of demons. That was when their king appeared. It wasn’t long before you and Pigsy became overwhelmed while Sun Wukong ran off to face the demon’s leader alone. With only the two of you left to face the army, the newest disciple decided to grab you and run instead of staying to fight.

“Are you mad?” Pigsy huffs, looking down at you with a bewildered stare. “We were losing! Be grateful I even thought to drag you out of there.”

“Without Tripitaka! The very reason any of us are here!” You argue, turning away as you slow down your breaths, a fruitless effort to calm yourself.

The pig demon scoffs as you do. “We almost died! What use am I if I’m no longer breathing?!”

Before you can even think to answer, you catch sight of a figure slowly approaching, the silhouette instantly recognizable. “Wukong! Did you retrieve Tripitaka? Where is…” You run to approach the demon, only slowing as you see the look in his eyes.

They’re watering an egregious amount, glazed over with a constant flow of tears running down his face. The demon is blinking rapidly, rubbing his unfocused eyes as he groans in frustration, only stopping as your voice trail off. He looks up, his head swivelling and voice laced with caution. “Dove? Are you still there?”

“What the… what happened to you?!” You frown, somewhat out of worry but mostly out of fear. Who could have done something like this to Sun Wukong? Whether he continues to be a thorn in your side or not, he’s still the strongest out of your travelling companions!

Once close enough, you take the simian by his arms and lead him to sit with his fellow disciples. His movement is rigid, even as you guide him. “I can’t see, I can’t see anything.”

“That’s obvious, I meant how.” You roll your eyes at his statement, and even with his impairment, you’re sure he knows it, too.

The sage continues to rub his eyes as he explains. “That stupid king! I almost had him, my clones and I were about to kill him when he– I don’t know! This wind came out of nowhere, it hit me in the face and I can’t see anything now!”

“Wind?” When the tiger demon initially attacked, Pigsy and Wukong had chased him down the path. You stayed back to calm Tripitaka, who was in shock after the demon had ripped his own skin off in front of your group. Just as he was beginning to relax, a fierce wind sent you flying back and took the monk away. Perhaps it was an ability of the demons that resided here.

Before you can ponder the thought any further, the ragged breathing of the demon in front of you draws you back to the present. “How am I supposed to save Master when I can’t even see him?! How am I supposed to fight?!”

“Elder brother is right.” Pigsy chimes in. “How are we meant to take on a demon army when even he was defeated? It might be in our best interest to accept that we have lost–” 

“No.” You cut him off before he can finish being a coward. “This isn’t over. I didn’t spend all that time waiting patiently in the heavens for the monk to be eaten. Not before he’s met all his disciples!” In all honesty, you aren’t sure what to do yet, but you’ll have to figure it out. “An outright frontal assault didn’t work, so we’ll have to be clever about this.”

The pig demon snorts at that. “Didn’t you hear me? It doesn’t matter what we do, how are the two of us meant to do anything when Pilgrim Sun is blind?!” His words, however pessimistic they are, hold truth you don’t want to acknowledge. Fortunately enough, you may have the answer to his worries. However, you already know the downsides will only cause headache for you later.

You look back at the Monkey King, annoyance bubbling in your chest at the inconvenience of his injury. With a drawn out sigh, you quickly snap your fingers in front of the sage to get his attention. “I’m going to put my hands on your face.”

“What? Why…” His question lingers on his tongue for a moment as you crouch down in front of him and reach out to cup his face in your hands. As you do, the sage stiffens, but only for a moment. You chuckle to yourself a bit as his face reddens. Whether it’s from the two rivers flowing from his eyes or embarrassment, it’s a priceless sight nonetheless.

Your amusement doesn’t go unnoticed as his voice sharpens. “What?”

“You’re shaking, and it’s funny.” You admit. Seeing the self-proclaimed Great Sage without his constant coating of confidence is a look that you know you won’t see often. So if it won’t last long, you can at least enjoy this while you can.

A growl rumbles from his throat. “Listen here, you–”

“Shush, I need to focus.” You interrupt before taking a deep breath. This isn’t something you did often, and it takes a lot out of you without the distracting voice of that annoying ape. “Also, I’m aware of how this will look so don’t get your hopes up if I look dead. I’m not.”

“…What?”

“I said shush.”

With that, you continue your breathing, slow and paced. It takes time, but you begin to work. However, unlike previous times where you focused on a person’s state of mind, their emotion, your focus is now centred on physical ailment. Your brows furrow in concentration, envisioning your energy encompassing his own, and going further.

In a moment, you feel your strength slipping through your fingers, your thumb brushing past the corner of his eye. Healing physical injuries requires more energy than what you were used to letting trickle out, but Pigsy is right, your group will need Sun Wukong to get Tripitaka back.

You continue, eyes shut as you feel your energy slip away . You continue until your arms can no longer hold themselves up and fall to your sides. Your slow breathing feels laboured and when you open your eyes again, you see the streams of water coming from the sage’s eyes narrow, before stopping completely. With a few blinks, Wukong’s eyes open wide. They were still glassy, but considerably less than before. In just a second, his golden eyes look to you, finally focused. The distraught he had worn is now gone, replaced with one of seeming disbelief.

He speaks, his words rapid and carrying his usual-energetic tone, though you can’t bother to focus on them. Your head feels like it’s spinning and you find yourself unable to concentrate on whatever is being said as you face the repercussions of your actions. Exhaustion weighs down on you, your body feeling heavy as your own vision begins to blur the world together.

Your eyes slowly close as an arm snakes around your back, and the gravity tugging on your body swiftly becomes levity. A sense of weightlessness that’s almost comforting as your mind begins to cloud over your mind. It was oddly… peaceful.

~~~~

Sun Wukong thought the woman didn’t have any surprises left in her. But he found himself proven wrong when his vision began to clear. It only took mere moments, and his eyes– which despite their watering had felt dry to the point that it was painful– could see clearly again!

At first, all that he was able to gather was the blurry figure in front of him, only recognizable by that aura she carried with her. Without his sight, all he had to focus on was her steady breathing. Then, like a miracle, he could slowly make out the details in his vision. The look on her face, focused as her brows crease in concentration and eyes begin to open.

Only when she lets go of his face does he manage to pull himself from his shock. “I– I can see! Haha, yes! I can see again. Huh, I guess you really can be useful every now and then, Dove. How did you–”

He cuts himself off when the woman starts to fall to the side. Wukong is quick to catch her, frowning at her unconscious state. So this is what she meant. She certainly doesn't look as lively as she usually is.

Or maybe… depleted is a better description, she looks spent. Despite the toll, her ability has left the sage speechless, a rare sight to see. Though, this woman seems to leave him in that condition quite often. Then again, he had no idea her gift had more to it than what she’d already shown.

"I can’t believe it." Pigsy mutters under his breath, reminding his fellow disciple of his presence. "She's not dead, is she?"

At the question, Wukong rises to his feet, the woman limp in his arms. "No, just unconscious." His gaze lifts back up to the mountain they had just fled from. His eyes narrow, annoyance beginning to prod at him with the thought of that demon believing he may have actually bested the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

His eyes quickly glance back to the Dove in his arms. "We'll find someplace to let her rest, then we kill that monster who took Master."

~~~~

Walking alongside the Dragon-Horse Prince, you try your best to withhold the need to groan from the feeling of eyes bearing into the back of your skull. Tripitaka had been safely returned to the group, with the help of some divine intervention. With the added help, you were able to sneak past the battling demons and retrieve the monk– whose tears rivalled the blinded Sun Wukong– yourself. It was a great victory, though perhaps you would be able to feel better if not for a persistent headache accompanied by the laser-focused stare of a certain simian. It was possible to skin a stone monkey, right? "There isn't anything on my back, is there? Have I grown a second head?"

"So you can calm minds and heal?" Sun Wukong was quick to ignore your questions.

Though he wasn't able to see your face, you could not help but roll your eyes. "What do you think? Are you still blinded by your own tears?" Your hiss of a retort only makes him laugh.

"I was able to see you fall into my arms." You glare back to the monkey demon at his words. "You simple mortals, too weak to handle any sort of real power, I suppose." If your stare could be as sharp as your arrows, the demon would be dead, even with his layers upon layers of immortality.

But unable to kill him, you settle for a scoff. "You truly have such arrogance, after allowing your enemy to blind you in the first place."

"So I underestimated him the first time, but you and the pig couldn’t even handle his thugs. Or am I mistaken?"

"I should have never returned your sight, you bastard ape!"

"And yet, you have! Perhaps consider who you heal before laying your hands on them."

"It will be something I consider in the future, that is certain!"

As the bickering continues, you fail to notice Pigsy leaning towards his master. "Have they always conversed with each other so... intensely?" The question leaves Tripitaka to look back at the two that trail behind them.

The monk sighs at the question. "You learn to block it out." 

"How?" The disciple quirks his head, only for his master to shrug.

"If you figure it out before me, I would love to know."

[writin-with-the-blues]

Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request TF2 mercs falling for a male S/O who is the enemy medic. Like S/O is nice to them never killing and is just the opposite of Red Medic? Cheerful and very optimistic, one day they notice during a match that S/O is missing. Only to find them clonked out behind a crate just dead asleep they look completely exhausted, not even an explosion going off would wake them

A/N: Alright Anon, I’ll see what I can do for you! I am going with headcannons with this request. Sorry If the Mercs are out of character especially Pyro, heavy, and Demo. Also I am so tired

TF2 Mercs falling for a Male!Blue medic!S/O

Scout:

He at first hates you the most but once he falls in love, he falls hard.

My god was he suspicious of your every move. Not really because you were an enemy, he couldn’t give less of a shit but because something in his mind couldn’t wrap around the idea of a nice medic. However, he starts to see you a lot more on the battlefield, and you just grew on him.

The way your eyes crinkle, the way your eyes shimmered when taking care of your patients, that smile, even the tiny stubble, god you were a masterpiece that he’d try to draw often.

He thought today on the battlefield would be no different, the usual banter, bullets, explosions, but no sign of his favorite doc. Until he found you asleep behind a crate.

He tried to wake you up normally, then tried dragging you but both weren’t effective. So he tried something really reckless.

He lifted your head, letting your head rest on arm as he used his cap to cover your face from the sunlight. He gently twirl your hair around his finger. He thought he was really charming at that moment.

Soldier:

God bless your heart because Jane is a handful.

He thinks you are very unpatriotic and untrustworthy. Not really because you are cheery, but because you aren’t killing people. He sees it almost as a sign of disrespect to your side no matter how much he doesn’t like them.

So when he starts falling in love, he just gets louder and more aggressive. Quite literally trying to get those voices to get out of his head. Because obviously he couldn’t love a traitor.

No matter how every time you talked about your patients, you give them the upmost respect and support. No matter how much your smile can just pierce through his thoughts.

It was a usual day for Soldier, the sounds of explosions, bombs, gunfire. When he saw you sleeping on the ground behind a crate.

He of course tried yelling you awake, shaking your body so much like his life depended on it. But of course it was no use.

So for the first time, in a while, he took a deep breath. He decided to stand by you and do the only thing he could think to do. Protect you with the same passion that you cared for others.

Pyro:

Out of everyone, they’d fall in love the fastest.

Pyro, in some sense, is fully aware of the violence they have inflicted onto others. Just refuses to think about it.

So seeing your smiling face, was just such a sight for sore eyes. Especially considering everything they have done.

Whenever they see you, they just can’t help but somehow give some sort of affection, it makes them just smile.

So not seeing you out on the battlefield, you know, helping people, is jarring. So jarring in fact they go looking for you.

So seeing you completely wiped behind a crate makes them basically jump and try to find solutions. One of the first and the one they acted on first is picking you up and taking you to a place they’d think you’d be safe.

Safe to say you are surprised when you wake up next to a bonfire with them.

Demoman:

Probably straight up finds you hot.

Despite being drunk, all of the time when he sees, he can see why not only your team likes you, but also himself.

It’s the sweat that falls down your face from the moving and the heat of explosions, that passion you have for taking care of people, still being a pacifist? In this hell scape? Yeah hot.

However that does not stop him from doing his job, he still has to occasionally kill you, always in front of people. However, what truly shows people how he feels about you is when all eyes are turned away and just tipsy instead of fully drunk.

Today, happens to be that day. He feels the nice warmth of the explosions, the tiny ringing of his ears, though it takes a bit to find you.

He finds you, of course, passed out behind the crate. He tried to help you wake up, however, even his ear piercing screams couldn’t wake you. So he figured that, he’d do his best.

Waking up to your head on his shoulders with the smell of Alcohol and gunpowder was not apart of your schedule.

Heavy:

Didn’t really care, of course there was a bias for you as a medic but other than that, generally didn’t care.

He saw you in battle and like anyone else, he’d mow you down. Watching you fall like a domino. Though, as time spread on, he’d slow down and hesitate.

It’s the way that you almost skip around helping others. The way you stood as if you were the sun is what made him fall in love.

So, he tries to communicate, but in your perspective, you think he just hates you more. With the dead on stares, the grunts, just generally not a talkative compared to how he was before.

It was a usual day, mainly made up of his mini gun firing off every bullet it had. It took a bit to realize you were gone, but once he did, god it was a man hunt.

Finding you behind a crate, passed out, was not what he was expecting, but not really surprised considering your eyebags. So he picked you up completely and tried to find a comfortable place to sleep.

Waking up in a very comfortable bed was not what you were expecting today. Especially seeing the guy that you thought hated you relaxing in a chair nearby.

Engineer:

Another neutral person, but my god you grew on him faster than he really expected.

Usually you ended up being mowed down by the machinery he makes, so ends up seeing you a lot more than other Mercs do. So he can end up learning more about you.

It’s your voice that does it for him. The way you always sounded so happy when taking care of others just completely struck a chord in him and he can’t tell you why.

When he does, he does eventually fall in love he talks to you a lot more often and on a lot better terms. You two sometimes end up in chats about machines.

It was the usual day of setting up his sentry gun, dispensers, Teleporters, maybe shooting a guy in the face. Though, he knew something was off immediately about the day, and it clicked that you weren’t there.

He found you behind a crate, asleep. It was the most painfully relatable thing he has seen in a while. He was also tired and wanted to fall asleep after working on everything the night before. So he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

Waking up to a sentry gun and a completely passed out engie snoring away was not on your bingo card.

Medic:

He doesn’t like you and it’ll take a while for him to do so.

He doesn’t like you mainly because you act like such a goody two shoes. All high and mighty and for what? Why would you do that when you could be using your patients to advance the medical field. (No wonder why you still have your license.)

Though he fell in love for you for your intelligence. The way you somehow streamline your care, use your equipment effectively, and generally how you think.

Of course he’d never tell you. Much less show you not only the respect he has, but also his feelings. So he just hides them all away doing anything but thinking about you.

He almost knew immediately something was awry when the match began and you weren’t there. He began searching for you immediately and it wasn’t hard to find you.

Right behind a crate. Asleep. He of course assumed the worst, but ended up realizing you weren’t suffering from some condition and ended up just relaxing next to you.

You awoke to the sounds of him adjusting his medigun right next to you. Pushing up his glasses as he stares down to it.

Sniper:

He hated you.

He just absolutely didn’t like the whole cheery thing you brought to the table. He found the whole thing condescending to be in an active war zone with a smile on your face.

Though what made him fall in love, was the way your hands worked. Something about the way you stitched your teammates together has him absolutely mesmerized. He couldn’t tell you why.

So what does he do? Try to go back to normal. Try key word. It is always so hard for him to take a shot at you, he’d always get shaky hands even thinking about it.

So he had mixed feelings when you were gone, like completely out of the picture for a match. Like, he has never been able to pick off so many enemies in a while but also, where were you?

So he ended up finding you after going to get some ammo to reload. Just completely passed out behind a crate. His first reaction was quiet swearing at the situation he ended up in, but then having to drag you somewhere that wasn’t a hot spot for his team to come back and forth from.

Waking up in a sniper’s nest is a unique way to wake up. The silence coming from sniper as he just focused on the enemy team, with no worries in his head.

Spy:

He distrusted you but he does fall in love eventually.

He had many remarks and criticisms of the way you lived your life, especially with the whole pacifism thing? Yeah that he really didn’t like.

Though what he fell for in you was your eyes. He knows from experience there is a lot you can gather about a person from just the way the look at stuff. So the way your pupil expands when you hear that your patients are doing better touches him.

So you are so confused when this man’s snarky remarks, general attitude, and making fun of you turns into flirting. Or you think it’s flirting, but it’s really hard to tell.

It was supposed to be a usual day, but like the medic, he knew immediately that something way wrong. As he sleuthed his was through lines upon lines, he found you.

You were asleep behind a crate. Though spy did try to awake you with the usual shaking, you didn’t wake up. So he decided to do what he felt was the best course of action.

You don’t know how, but you woke up in your own bed.

Masterlist

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 24 thoughts

this episode was quite spooky. because cannibalism is real. but something about scully about to get her head chopped off and boiled seemed more outlandish than all the aliens and the guy that kills people with his shadow or even lizard man eugene tooms!

which is strange. because those things are pretty outlandish! maybe its because it was so much scarier than even evil lizard men.

let’s jump in:

so this is an episode involving more meat. did we need more meat, after the earlier meat processing content in s2 episode 10? many are saying no. but not chris carter!

we begin at a dirt road at night. in the state of arkansas. we have an older man and a younger woman named paula in a car, which is not suspicious at all! /s

oh and now the old man choking? is this natural or did she induce it with some poison. i mean maybe he deserved it, if she did. he takes some pills, so I’m guessing it is due to natural causes. now she beckons him out to the woods. 

into the woods. she says he has to catch her. is she luring him into a Bigfoot trap? we have yet to really see Bigfoot, and maybe he’s hungry. although Bigfoot is more Pacific Northwest than Arkansas, i think.

author's note: we tested negative for bigfoot in this episode :(

oh! this man tripped and is now surrounded by people with flashlights and very cool masks. get axe murdered, fucker.

back in DC! aforementioned fucker has been gone for 10 weeks and scully thinks the higher ups are sending them on a wild goose chase. “i’m not questioning the legitimacy of the case, just their motives in assigning it to us” <- damn, very well spoken by a rightfully suspicious woman

oh, but at the scene, someone saw a fire. and mulder says the fire is “supposed to be the spirits of massacred Indians” OH...

(mentally i was like, please do not be another scary Indigenous story episode. and we did in fact get that. sighs deeply. we can make things scary without making Indigenous people the scary ones! or using the trauma of genocide as a setting for spooky time! well, i'm sure you, dear reader, know that, so i shall not preach to the choir, but i will point out that these thoughts were going through my mind)

“these are only legends, mulder”, says a dismissive scully. and why is her hair looking excellent today. I mean not that it isn’t usually but damn. shoutout to the hair and makeup team.

the place on the side of the road where he went missing had a big fire! could be a bonfire, both parties thought. until mulder remembered a documentary he saw in college...

(hehehehe mulder spent college watching documentaries <3)

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! wow it's been a while since i've gotten to format some text like that. he watched a documentary about an insane asylum in college and it gave him nightmares.

(and this may not be super relevant to his character, but to ME, it is, so i shall note it <3)

he's got the VHS from the doc all loaded up, and presses play on a guy rambling about a fire demon!! who was found in the same spot as the fire mark!!! dun dun dunnn 

(love the implication that he either purchased his own copy of the documentary that gave him nightmares in college, or had to go rent it from the video store. both are wonderful possibilities)

cut to arkansas. mulder is on the scene holding a plastic fork from the ground. wearing his silly sunglasses. lmaooo idk why they make me laugh. what a serious gentleman.

sheriff arrives at the scene. he says the witch’s peg to ward off spirits is normal there and also that the fire mark comes from illegal trash burning. and, as an American i am aware of how Americans love an illegal trash burn. but still. suspicious.

sheriff says the missing man george was chasing women out of town. lovely sounding fellow /s

wife questioning time!! he left her years ago. oh, but tea: the day before he went missing he was going to cite major health violations in the chicken plant! hmm... a cause for murder?

mulder gives the wife his phone number. also mulder is also looking very good today. but that is an evil voice in my head that ought to be silenced.

noooo, it's chicken plant time. no thank you ma’am, i would be out in the car <3

paula from the woods at work in the plant!!! taking mystery pills. seemingly in pain??

chicken cutting cam. oh, this is not for me! 

the agents chat with the manager, who says george was trying to shut them down. and while clocked in, paula is sweating. she just gasped in front of a whole bunch of chickens and some guy with very blue eyes. she sees a human head on the chicken stand and picks it up and throws it off. shoutout to this fake decapitated head and my best friends in the prop department for making such a funny creation.

(but of course, it was a hallucination, and she really just threw a poor chicken on the floor!!! his sacrifice was in vain... gone but not forgotten)

mulder is inspecting the chicken gutting operation and i've said it before and i'll say it again: he is braver than me. 

ohh, more chicken drama: george was filing a lawsuit about “line hypnosis” and it was dismissed before he vanished! he deserved to win. is there a meat processing union? there ought to be. but he was the only one citing bad health practices, the other 3 workers said it was fine... sooo what’s the truth…

“what’s that” asks mulder, who then gets shown the feed processor, and asks “chickens feed on chickens?” <- heartbreaking realization. many of us remember where we were when learning this information. i'm sure it will stick with him forever. and i'm frankly surprised he didn't know already.

NAURRR THE SLUDGE AND BLOOD nasty nasty evil

OH plot twist: paula is holding the manager with a knife to his throat… scully telling everyone to calm down. personally i would be not calm. she said “don’t get excited” but me? experiencing an active hostage situation at my place of work? i would be excited

NOOO the sheriff shot her and she fell into the feed conveyor belt processing… thing. sheriff i KNOW you are covering something up. you will not hide from me.

SHE GETS GULPED INTO THE FEED BELT THINGY GAGGG it’s giving the jungle by upton sinclair that caused many american 8th graders to confront the corruption of the meat industry

paula had gone to the doctor about headaches… like george!!! doctor had assumed the condition was stress induced. and they did have similar symptoms. 

treated them both with codine… ain’t that a bit strong?? this man doesn't seem to be a very good doctor, tbh. i mean i don't think the guy that works at the chicken plant to sew back on fingers needs to be an expert in everything but like. codine for headaches? umm girl.

mr. chaco of chaco’s chicken was paula’s grandfather… if i was a grandfather rich off of chicken money, my grandkids would not be working the processing line, let me tell u that much!

back to the agents: these two should not be looking as good as they do in a chicken processing plant. they had to really step it up today to compensate for the horrors of the set.

chicken man lives in a mansion. further evidence of corruption. paula, i would not have had you working in such conditions if i was your grandfather. there has been a deep wrong here, i can see already.

and he’s got a big hat and is feeding his chicken corn. not other chickens, like the feed he makes in his plant... seems he is aware of the ethical issues implied in his business. also, mulder with those weird ass glasses. 

cacho is going on about the subject of chickens. and how he built this town. he sure is taking an awful lot of credit for creating a town, pretty sure that's a team effort mr. chaco. he's also going on about how he thought george was trying to tear him down. 

AUTOPSY TIME!! rare degenerative disorder in da brain of paula. and scully has only seen it one other time back in med school because you can only really find it in an autopsy. nice work, doctor! <- i just typed “nice worm 🪱” so we'll let that stay for the added sense of whimsy it provides

but despite looking like a young girl fresh out of high school, paula was born in '48?! she was 47 years old. allegedly. this is not adding up. so they go on a quest to find her birth certificate and see what the truth is.

debrief in the car. so: odds are not great that she and george had the same very rare disease

during this discussion, our duo are run off the road by a chicken truck!!!! no! oh... he drove them into a river. mulder has shifted into rescue mode as the river is red with chicken gore. i feel someone might be distracting them and trying to get the body… (this was actually not the case i was just overly suspicious)

but more chicken drama: the driver had the same symptoms as george and paula! how can this be?!

“i just came up with a sick theory, mulder” (grabs her shoulder) “ooh, I’m listening” LMAOOOO this is sososo funny to me. yeah tell me ur sick theories scully you have my full attention.

GAG!! because it is both gross and shocking. her theory: what if someone put george’s body in the feed grinder, and then since it’s a prion disease, a chicken ate it, and someone ate a chicken, and it spread to the humans!!!! AHHHH! well that would be an epidemic, because they ship chickens out across the country… she glances knowingly, implying things could be very bad 

the river is filled with bird gore from the plant BLECH... who allows this??!! please say there are some modern regulations in place to prevent this being done irl.

mulder says he wants it dragged, thinking that maybe george is in there. and the sheriff is hesitant to do this. once again, i’m onto you, sheriff. i mean, a river full of chicken gore: it would be a good place to put a dead body.

and bam! a body is found. or rather. many many many bones. many bodies. and they are still going. damn.

so, we have a ton of bones. scully can put them into 9 distinct skeletons, one of which is in fact george. i love that she can do that, put the bones into distinct skeletons. she knows it's geroge from a pin in his femur!

“all of them share one, strange detail though” “well, they seem to have lost their heads” “… well, besides that” <- LMAOOOO idk why this was so funny to me... he really thought he picked up on something but he did Not.

here's the linking detail: all the bones are smooth and buffed like they have been polished. ??? who is polishing bones? it sure isn't me, i'll tell you that much. 

george’s wife is at the scene, learning her husband's body has been found, and she is sobbing. and the sheriff says “we’ll take care of you” now what does THAT mean? because it's not really sounding like the welcoming words of a man who is going to guide his neighbor through tragedy, and instead like there is something bigger at play here...

back at the plant, the doctor is mentioning another guy coming down “with the symptoms”…. omg. so this IS a known thing from the inside. mr. chaco knows but he isn’t doing anything about it!!!!! chicken dramaaaa goes crazy 

scully at the scene of all the bones, carrying a bucket of chicken. lmao. she is braver than me, for i would have gone vegan the first moment i set foot in chicken processing land.

mulder does some digging: 87 people have disappeared in the area in 50 years! that seems... a lot? and he thinks the same person or persons were responsible. he thinks they were EATEN!! boiled in a pot.

“they used similar evidence to prove cannibalism among on the Anasazi tribe of New Mexico” okay: 1. why do you know that 2. need to look into these allegations for myself and 3. Anasazi… that is the title of the next episode!!! what could this mean!! another cannibalism episode?!

scully is very sad to say that paula could have gotten sick from eating george :( girl I’m not convinced the chicken is clean put it down NOW 

cannibalism = eternal life? follow for more crazy mulder theories!

she puts aside the chicken……. good!

mr. chaco says “he’ll handle it” and george's wife doris arrives, saying she “can’t keep lying”… she says “she did it” (!!)

OH????? she... killed her husband? that is a bold thing to admit to.

“we’re gonna take good care of you”, says mr. chaco, which raises the question: are they a cannibal cult???? is that what he means when he mentions that he “built this town”???

now what the hell is going on. <- an interjection i stand by

mulder and scully are going to the courthouse to look at the papers and all the birth records are burnt!! doris calls mulder and says he’s afraid mr. chaco will kill her… they split up…. nooooo i hate splitting up!!! i watched so much scooby doo as a kid!

GASP! a guy in a mask like we saw at the very beginning of the episode is in doris' home!!! drumbeat playing while she screams…. overall, this is very not good, i wrote, referring to the use of Indigenous imagery for this murder, and also doris being murdered in the first place

scully at the scene of the murder ft. big ass flashlight. she gets in through the side door. gun: out. trench coat: open. looks: served. diagnosis: baby girl that could kill me, and i am respectful of the fact that she has this power yet refrains from using it on me.

mulder at mr. chaco’s house. mr. chaco has some… stuff in his home. including photos with Indigenous people and also bones. having human bones in your house, and especially on display, is not a good sign of ethics in play. and a skull. Oh! it says the skull is from a tribe in New Guinea... why tf does he have that. put it back???

at the back of chaco's parlor, we see a mysterious door. mulder is busting it open.

LORD ALMIGHTY, I DID NOT THINK THERE WOULD BE HEADS INSIDE??? HELLO???

so that must be where all of the heads that mulder noticed were missing have gone. they're sewn up sort of like shrunken heads. very spooky. once again, pour one out for the props department for such a creation.

noooo chaco is in the house with scully, who was investigating the call of doris. NOOOO HE KNOCKED HER OUT!!! this seriously needs to stop happening like i'm worried about the brain damage she is experiencing.

back to mulder cam. goodness. all of these heads. 

in a field now. doctor is serving some soup. to a bunch of people. who are eating around a big bonfire. do NOT tell me scully is in that meal....

she is not. YET! but he is bringing her over to be roasted. and they ate doris! chaco is yelling about turning on each other and how they were only supposed to eat outsiders. girl you shouldn't be eating anybody last time i checked. 

man in the mask shows up with an axe. and chaco is decapitated in front of scully. who is put into the decapitation thingy next. GIRL THIS IS FUCKED UP!!!

mulder on the scene, just in time. he shoots the dude in the mask.

“you alright?” he asks, brushing her hair back after lifting her out of the decapitation machine. my good friend, i would venture to guess that she is not quite alright at the moment!!! this will take an awful lot of unpacking!!!

sigh. but the tenderness of the near death experience. coming back to life in someone's arms. yeah i'll romanticize that.

TEA!!! the sheriff was the one under the mask!!!!!! i knew he was up to no good.

wrap up: chicken place shut down. unclear how many citizens of the town ate people. 27 have become ill with prion disease. chaco’s plane was shot down in 1947, and he spent 7 months with a cannibalistic tribe, and also he was born in 1902, so he was 93 at his death- so the cannibalism really WAS extending life. and we see some more feed being scooped to the chickens as scully says his remains have yet to be found. end scene.

HUH???? what in da hell. so what are we thinking kids…?

well, i'll tell you something: turns out i am afraid of cannibal cults, no matter how outlandish they seem! i guess when you get a villain or evil situation of the week show like this, you WILL learn exactly what kind of fear pushes your buttons. i can imagine almost nothing scarier than being led to the slaughter like scully was. seems a purposeful commentary on the meat industry, especially when taken in with the other meat episode this season.

so, if i were scully, i do think i would need to take a week or so off. but she is just built different than i am.

some things bugged me here. first of all, like i mentioned, you don't need to throw in Indigenous people to make a scary story. like is the thought of a bunch of arkansas cannibals not horrific enough? the scary was there!

second, i have not been doing a kidnapping count, but i feel that scully is getting the rough of the deal here. i believe in gender equality when it comes to characters being kidnapped. like, an even 1:1 ratio. why are we denying mulder his damsel in distress arc? does anyone think about how he would feel? how nice it would be to see scully burst in with a gun and shoot the fellow that was about to cannibalize him?

still, it is rare an episode actually spooks me, so i must give credit where it is due. even if it felt a little outlandish, your girl was frightened! scully needs a vacation now. i also thoroughly laughed at the sick theories line and his funny sunglasses.

it's funny to note, but i like the episodes that are either very silly and light hearted, or incredibly angsty the best. and that may seem contradictory, but you cannot tell me that one breath and humbug may be on opposite ends of the tone spectrum, but they are both objectively Perfect. i'll have to think more on why they are the best in my opinion, but i think honestly i would watch these two read the dictionary.

[agentoli]

Implant Miniseries: Delta [pt. 1]

Words: 2.5k

TW: panic attacks, mention of death, mention of blood.

Summary: Simmons gets to share his brain with a computer chip, and he is terrified. Luckily, Grif is there to help his friend keep his cool.

Notes: Grimmons warning (mild). It's been a while since I've actually written anything, so apologies if the consistency is a bit wack.

In the brightly colored waiting room sat a rather dreary man, who sat with his elbows on his knees and hands loosely clasped. Between his feet lay his helmet, freshly polished and free from any damage. He preferred it that way. Despite his job and its dangers, he found solace in routine.

Simmons bit his lip as his green eyes flickered around the childish room, never settling for more than a second lest he fall back into his muddled thoughts. Although, he dipped briefly into the torrent to wonder where his orange companion was. Grif had assured Simmons he would be there for the operation, just in case. At the time, he had callously brushed it off as he always had, waving a hand to dispell the 'silly' notion.

Yet, he felt his nerves grow more erratic as the clock ticked forward. Did the man actually take his deflection to heart? What happened to the Grif that didn't care what others said? And why did he actually wish the heavy set man was here to calm him down?

All of a sudden, his armor felt a bit to tight, and the air was a tad thicker than before. Simmons could feel his pulse quicken in his chest. He grimaced, hands gripping tighter onto eachother. Not here. Not now. You should feel lucky.

Simmons nearly jumped to his feet as the door hissed, sliding open to reveal a larger man in casual clothes. His dark curls spilled wildly over his shoulders, matching the disheveled look the rest of his 'fresh out of bed' attire.

The man's dark eyes meandered over to the figure in armor, a lazy smile growing in his face. "You look like a mess."

Summons scoffed, straightening his posture. "I look put together. Unlike you, I got ready this morning."

"Uh, yeah. 'Cuz you're about to mind meld with a computer chip." Grif practically fell into the chair besides his armored friend, shoving a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulled out a handful of hard candies, one of which he dexterously popped in his mouth.

The paler man frowned, "Nice breakfast. Hoping your sugar will crash in time to avoid drills today?"

"Simmons, you know me so well." Grif offered a piece without looking.

He froze, blinking for a moment. "Since when do you share your food?"

"If you don't want it, thats fine—"

"No, I'll take it!" Simmons' vooce squeaked out, swiftly snatching the small treat away. He fumbled for a moment with the wrapper before shoving it into his mouth. "Eugh, milk chocolate? Seriously?"

"Beggars can't be choosers. 'Sides, there's no way I'd carry around dark chocolate. That stuff sucks." Grif swallowed another candy, rolling the wrappers into a ball.

Simmons watched his hands, no longer consumed with the ticking clock or how garrishly the waiting room was decorated. His eyes drifted slowly to his face. The stubble, the warm brown eyes, the greasy curls, the flawed skin... He blinked, looking away. 'No! Do NOT think about Grif like some crushing schoolgirl!!'

"So, you're getting an AI, right? How's it feel to he the first sucker on Team Bravo to get one?" Grif hummed, tilting his head to look at his redheaded companion.

The man turned his gaze back to meet Grif's. "Scared...? Like somehow I'll mess up?"

Grif made a face, huffing amusedly. "Dude, how do you mess up getting an implant? If anyone would screw it up, it's Doc, and you know his track record."

"I don't know... what if my AI doesn't like me?"

"That, I can see..."

"Grif!" Simmons whined, pouting. "Aren't you supposed to be giving me a pep talk?!"

"If you wanted a pep talk, you should've asked Donut, or Sarge. Me? I'm an impartial third party." Grif leaned back with a hum. "You gotta realize you aren't the first one to get an AI."

"Sure, but we all know Church is a freak." Simmons replied pointedly.

The disheveled man laughed into his fist. "Don't let him hear you say that."

"What's he gonna do? Cry to The Director? Like they'll do anything." He huffed and folded his arms. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Church is in some torrid love affair with them. First to get an AI, Captain of Team Alpha, always first pick for missions. It's unfair."

"Hey, less work for me."

"Every day I question why they stuck you in Bravo."

"If it were up to me, I'd be Charlie all the way."

"You want to be bossed around by Donut?"

"On second thought, maybe Sarge isn't so bad..."

Before the conversation could continue, another door slid open, and an unarmored man stepped through. He had tied his black fluffy curls back and wore a white surgical mask. Simmons remarked on how clean his scrubs looked, usually they were stained with the previous patient's bodily fluids. His eyes were heavy behind his circular glasses. Woth a deep inhale, Doc finally spoke. "Richard Simmons, the operation is ready to proceed. You will need your full suit of armor for this, though you may keep your helmet off." He spoke far more professionally than usual. Had he been like this with Church a few weeks ago?

Simmons blinked, feeling his blood pressure spike again. This was it. It was time. Millions of what-ifs filled his head like a discordant choir. His vision blurred, fading at the ends.

A large, warm hand on his own stilled the waters enough to see clearly, a quick glance confirmed the culprit to be the perfect messy man with perfect messy features. If Simmons wasn't so terrified, he supposes his face would turn red. Instead, he nodded to his friend and stood up, making sure to grab his helmet as he walked towards DuFresne.

"Hey, before you go." Grif commanded one more moment of his attention, waiting until the man turned to look his way. With the softest, kindest smile Simmons had ever seen, the tired agent spoke, "Good luck, buddy."

Simmons had to look away to hide the warmness that crept upon his freckled face, although Doc recieved front row seats. The medic raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he turned into the medbay.

The maroon agent followed, an odd serenity forcing his usual anxieties to settle down and dissapate into the well of conflicting emotions still stirring in his heart. He was led to a hospital bed and told to sit while the medic performed his usual check-up routine. Simmons wasn't really paying attention, mind fixated on his companion's dopey smile and warm hand that he swore he could still feel even through his gauntlets.

"Simmons?" He was pulled back to reality by a gentle hand on his shoulder and questioning eyes. Admittedly, DuFresne was a gorgeous man, but yet his heart never fluttered like it did when he had to wake Dexter up and saw his sleeping expression, or whenever Grif laughed so hard he had to lean against him, or— "Simmons!"

"Huh?"

"Are you alright? You were spacing out." Even, professional, unfeeling.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous." He lied, because the truth was a lot more embarrassing and something he did not want to voice.

Doc held his gaze for a moment as if studying his expression for any dishonesty. Apparently satisfied, he moved over to his desk and pressed a button. A quiet beep sounded off, and within minutes two more people walked through the medbay doors.

Instinctively, Richard lowered his gaze, content to stare at The Directors shoes than dare meet their eyes. Beside them was someone leagues less terrifying, though all the same intimidating.

Vic spoke first, his odd mannerisms spilling out even in his 'no nonsense' tone. "Alrighty duderino. Congrats on being numero dos to recieve an AI! How are you feeling?"

"Uhm... okay. I'm nervous, of course, but I'm—"

"Happy to hear it comrade!" Vic cut him off, and Richard wished he could just swallow his tongue.

A more controlled voice spoke next, "Richard Simmons, are you fully prepared to take on this responsibility?"

He only nodded, remarking on how shiny The Director's shoes were.

"Very well. Vic, you may hand over the storage device." They turned slightly to speak to the Counselor.

DuFresne carefully took the black cube in his hands, moving back towards Simmons. Another gentle touch commanded the agent's attention once more. "You will feel a slight pinch and something close to a jolt of electricity. Try not to flinch to much." With the warning, the hand pushed Richard's head down to expose his neck port, courtesy the procedure a week prior to prepare for the implantation.

Simmons closed his eyes, finally allowing his thoughts to rest on Dexter without reeling in embarassment. As much as he hated to admit it, the image of his orange companion brought him comfort. He must have gotten carried away as he scarcely felt the pinch. Although the shock did well to force his attention. He seized up, hissing in pain as thousands of needles stabbed into his spine and skull, his hands clenched to tightly that if it werent for his gauntlets his nails would leave angry red cresents in their wake.

The idle beeping he had heard before quickened, and suddenly the gentle grasp on his nape turned to two forceful hands on his shoulders. Was he being held down? Why did everything sound so far away? Who was yelling? At him? The only thing Simmons could accurately identify was the sensation of every nerve ending screaming out in discordance.

"..mons!......ap ou... ri... Breathe!"

'I can't open my eyes, I can't breathe, I'm trapped. I'm going to die—'

<Richard Simmons, you are not going to die.>

A lifeboat appeared.

<It seems my implantation has triggered a panic attack.>

A hand reached out.

<You are not in danger.>

He was dragged from the torrent.

<You are safe.>

He could finally breathe.

Simmons' eyes slowly peeled open, squinting as bright florescent lights hit his ill-adjusted eyes. Something held him in a tight, warm embrace. He unconsciously leaned into it, noting how sweet his first breath of air tasted. The ringing in his ears slowly faded, giving way to muffled chatter from distorted voices he struggled to put names to.

<That does not matter. Focus on stilling your mind.>

Whoever kept breaking through the fog, Simmons figured he should obey. Focus on my rapid mind, focus on the warm anchor keeping me grounded, focus on breathing.

<I will not let harm come to you, Simmons. You are safe.>

"Is he alright?" Finally, a second voice pushed past the walls. Still, he wasn't sure who.

A louder voice responded, likely the thing wrapping itself around him judging by how it rumbled. "He isn't shaking as much as before. Just, give it a little longer."

"No... I'm fine." Simmons managed, ignoring the coarse feeling in his throat.

The anchor hummed, questioning, "Are you sure? You seemed pretty freaked out."

Richard finally waved away the cloud muddling his senses, fully taking in his surroundings. With that, he pushed his 'anchor ' away and stumbled to his feet. "Grif? What the hell?!" He cringed at how squeaky and hoarse he sounded.

He was met with a concerned frown. "Are you sure you're all there? The AI didn't eat your brain or anything, did it?

<No, I didn't. I am incapable of consumption.>

"What?"

"I said—"

"No, not you, the disembodied voice! You guys don't hear that?"

Confusion spread across the other occupants, each giving odd glances to eachother (save for The Director who remained stoic). DuFresne carefully approached him, slowly raising a hand to hold the agent's chin. Simmons stood extremely still as the medic tilted his head in every direction, keeping up as another hand pulled at his eyelids to stare into his green eyes.

When Doc finally sighed, the tension in the medbay started to dissapate. "That voice you are hearing is your AI. Grif, can you pass me his helmet?" His voice was much more amicable than before, shedding all monotone professionalism in favor of a soft, reassuring tone.

The casually dressed man obeyed, setting the meticulously maintained helmet in the medic's hands, watching as it was then offered to the armored agent.

Simmons mindlessly fitted it over his head, making sure it clicked into place. Within moments, a holographic figure flickered to life a few inches from his visor. The maroon agent jumped back, swatting at the image. "ACK!"

"Please do not do that." Now subjected to the acoustics of the room, the disembodied voice left his mind.

He looked owlishly at the others, pointing at the hologram with a series of strangled breaths. The charade earned another muffled chuckle from Grif. "Yeah, we see it."

"He is an AI. Delta." Doc subtely corrected, making a few notes on his clipboard. Grif raised an eyebrow but chose to let any comments die in his throat. After a few moments of hurried writing, the medic returned his inquisitive gaze to the maroon agent. "How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy, slightly uncomfortable, and there is this buzzing in the back of my head." Richard relayed.

"Okay... How is your connection with Delta?"

He tilted his head, "I'm sorry?"

"Does he feel fuzzy or distant in any way? Can you feel his presence?"

"No, it's pretty clear."

"Great! One last question," DuFresne twirled to swipe a stress ball from his desk. "In the interval between this ball resting in my hand, and it touching the floor, what is it's top speed?" Without waiting for a response, the medic tossed the item up and let it fall to the floor.

<Approximately 10 meters per second.>

"10 meters per second." He parroted, pausing afterwards to glance at the green holographic soldier, then back at Doc. "That was..."

"Incredibly lame?" Grif interjected, lightly punching his companion's shoulder.

Simmons whipped around to grab his shoulders, a wild look in his eyes hidden behind his visor. "No! It's amazing! Do you realize how efficient this will make me?! Grif, I have a miniature computer in my brain that can make calculations in a fraction of the time it would take for me to even react! This is a dream come true! Sarge will finally acknowledge how useful I am and give me a promotion!!"

Grif patted one of Richard's forearms, "Uh, you know that's not how Teams work, right?"

"HUSH! Now is not the time for your argumentative comments! I need to test Delta out!!" He began shaking the heavy-set man.

"Chill out! You just got done with implantation. Don't you need to recover or something?" He glanced over at DuFresne, hoping for the medic to back him up.

Instead, Doc smiled. "Actually, we were expecting him to conduct a combat test."

Once more, Grif looked like he wanted to argue, but a quick glance back towards his friend killed those words. "Fine. I'll stick around to watch you get your ass beat again."

[tokoyamisstuff]

Punchline pt. 2/3 - Buggy / Reader

Ch. 2: Build

Summary: While you are on the run, Buggy reminisces about your unusual relationship.

Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Cussing, Alcohol, Mentions of Violence and Death, Reader is still kinda annoying here sorry

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

A/N: Went a lil' overboard (hehe) with that one. I am sleep deprived but on a mission for you guys. As always not proofread.

[ Two years prior]

"Take everything that's not nailed down!" Buggy ordered his men around as he stepped over the corpses of the enemy crew, "And don't you dare keep something for yourself!"

Oh, Buggy was mad, and not just in the literal sense.

He has eyes and ears everywhere after all, and got notice of a particular rumor going around.

Some no-name pirates had come up with the brilliant idea to kidnap Y/N Y/L/N, the daughter of some nobleman, hoping to squeeze him out of a good portion of his wealth for her return. The clown was almost jealous that he didn't come up with the idea himself...

...but that's even better, right? Now that they've done the dirty work, Buggy only needed to take her from them and collect the money.

"Who do we have here? Another freak for our show?" he scoffed, accompanied by his crew's conditioned laughter.

"P-Please" the other captain begged so soon it was almost boring to torture him now. Buggy laughed menacingly, janking the man by his hair with ease.

"The girl" he demanded, the blades in between his fingers only barely scratching the neck of his enemy. "Tell me where she is and I might even let you live."

Too afraid to utter a single syllable, the man pointed to the trap door that led to a part of the ship's basement.

"Thank youuuuu" the clown chanted way too enthusiatically as he dropped his victim, face thumping on the wooden planks with a loud bang.

Everything was a success up until now - Buggy's crew obliterated those pathetic wannabe-pirates, stole everything of worth and captured those who could be of use to him. And only to think about the ransom money he could get out of that rich asshole made Buggy feel like throwing a dissolute party tonight.

"I'm feeling generous today" he stated as he confidently strode towards his biggest treasure yet, "Everyone who'd rather work for me than die is free to join my crew."

The clown basically kicked in the trap door leading to a small chabin of the lower deck...

...what he found there however made his cheerful spirit disappear into thin air.

"What the heck" he blurted out as he jumped down to get a more proper look, seeing you cower in a corner of your prison.

It was a sight that made even the ruthless Buggy's insides churn.

A fragile yet stunning woman indeed - but those lowlifes had beaten you to a pulp. You were in an almost catatonic state, only reacting when Buggy came closer.

"P-Please, no-no more!" Blood was splattering out of your mouth while you whimpered and begged, flinching when the pirate reached out for you...

...but the hit never came. Instead, his hand carefully ghosted across your cheek, putting some strands of your hair out of the was as he assessed your face.

"Hey, doc!" he then roared, the sudden noise making you wince once again. "Move your ass here!"

Glossy eyes blinked up to the bizarre person towering over you, not daring to raise your hopes after the torment of the past few days.

Before you could even react, the man swiftly picked you up, a wide grin stretched across his face as he winked at you. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Your intuition told you that you were safe now, so exhaustion soon got the better of you. Buggy watcher mutely as you collapsed right in his hold, his smug smile disappearing.

It was awfully quiet on board when the clown ascended the stairs with you in his arms. He wordlessly let you down on a stretcher, two of his men carrying you onto his ship so he could attend more urgent affairs again.

"So..." Buggy turned around, now again wielding his knives in both hands, "I'm thrilled to hear why you morons would beat the girl so that not even her own father would recognize her! Better choose your words wisely."

"B-But you said you'd have mercy!"

"I also said I'd die my hair pink but here we are" the clown shrugged, unimpressed by the other captain uttering countless excuses.

Still, all of a sudden Buggy just turned his back to the man and was on his heels, leaving his rival - if one could even call him that - appaled as well as speechless.

"Well then, farewell. Let's go guys!"

Even after a few minuted had passed and the Bog Top had set sail again, everyone was too stunned to believe what just happened.

"Boss?" Mohji was the only one daring to ask straight away, "Why did you decide to let them go?"

"Who said I did?"

And at that very moment, the enemy ship on the horizon blew up through several Buggy Bombs, his cheeky grin returning way more sinister this time.

"Now to business..." he giggled as he passed the celebrating crew, quite satisfied with himself.

Without even having the decency of knocking he stormed into the room you were brought to, seeing you sit on a cot bed with your knees pulled to your chest.

"Y/N was it, right? Already looking way less shitty than before!" he commented only to be rewarded with a gloomy look.

"Who are you?" your voice cracked several times mid sentence, and you were surprised by his consideration when the man in front of you offered a glass of water to treat your sore throat. Not caring whether it could be poisoned - hell, right now you'd drink piss for all you cared - you emptied it all in one go.

"Oh, you don't know me?" The pirate did a boastful pose as one of his feet stepped onto a barrel, chest swelling with pride as he introduced himself. "The name's Buggy. Buggy the Clown! The Flashy Funster, the-"

"Well, for your information: I'm also the future King of Pirates." You chose to not further comment on that statement. "So, young lady, now it's your turn to tell me why they messed up your face like that."

"Yeah, I can see that" you interrupted him in a matter-of-factly tone, visibly unimpressed.

Heh, he liked your guts already.

"You're one to talk" you spat venom at him, not feeling like complying - but commenting on his appearance crossed a line for the clown.

He slammed his hands to the wall right next to either side of your face, harshly grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up. "A bold gal for someone that just needed to get her ass saved from the brink of death just a few hours ago, ain't ya?"

"Alright, you want the truth?" you snapped back at the criminal, still refusing to meet his eyes. "My father no better than them! He's an abusive piece of shit that's probably glad his troublesome burden of a daughter is finally not his problem anymore. So there's not one berry to gain from me, which is why that other captain let off some steam on my face. Got it? You happy now?"

"...you're lying. Don't you dare fucking with me-"

Just as he pointed a threatening finger in your direction, you slapped his hand away and pulled a crumbled letter out of your torn sleeve. There it was, black on white, an official seal decorating the bottom right corner of the paper - very formally written, but your father basically told them you're not important enough to pay for.

For a whole while, nothing but silence accentuated Buggy's dumbfounded expression.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! All this work for nothing? Shit! Godfuckingdamnnit!!" Tears began dwelling in your eyes once again, knowing very well this was the opposite of what he wanted to hear. Buggy was already in the middle of a violent ourburst, cussing and destroying furniture left and right.

Pirates are all the same, or so you thought.

"Do me a favour and just get it over with" you asked unnaturally calm when the clown was done letting out his frustation - after all, you had already prepared yourself for the worst back with the other pirates. "Throw me overboard, shoot me, or whatever."

"Wha- the hell are you talking about, woman?!" Buggy facepalmed, rubbing his face to become clear-headed again. "Why the fuck would I do that? I'm not a monster."

For some reason, his whole demeanour caused you to crack a smile in this surreal situation. "If that's the case, you really should consider changing your wardrobe."

How dare you aggravating him beyond belief, after just ruining what should've been his biggest win yet?

God, Buggy had a feeling you were just as insufferable as he was - no, worse...

...it kind of grew on him already, though.

"Haha, very funny." Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the pirate sighed mentally before stating "Too bad for you, but I'm the only jokester around. We're dropping you off at the next best port and that's it."

"Wait-!"

Buggy stopped in his track, his hand already on the doorknob when you called out for him.

"I-I...have nowhere to go." You nervously fumbled with your hands, quietly adding "And I certainly won't go back to my father."

So bratty before and now acting all submissive - not that he minded it. "Your point being?"

"Can-could't I just stay with you guys?"

A loud, kinda unsettling giggle filled the room as Bucky slapped his knee and simultaneously held his stomach while laughing.

"Now that was a hilarious joke! But I like your guts!" He scoffed all boastful, wiping a methaphorical tear from one eye. "Wanting to be fed through, but in what way exactly would you benefit the team?"

You hissed like a cornered cat when the clown's face was suddenly just inches from yours, taking in your appearance from head to toe. "Everyone needs to play a part in my circus, dear."

"I..." you seemingly debated something mentally before ultimatively answering "I can sing. Is that good enough?"

"Mhh? Might've to hear it to decide" Buggy answered, admittedly intrigued if you actually had a talent for music. "Well, I guess there's always something to do on a ship this big. And I have a big heart, after all."

"Hopefully as big as your nose" you retorted without thinking first, but as always your mind catched up on your mouth way too late.

You swear to have heard his head crack as he moved it from left to right, clenching his jaw before turning to you once again.

"I-I'm sorry..." It wasn't like you were scared, the opposite even - for a split second you saw actual hurt in the man's eyes and it made you sick with guilt. "You saved me, and I'm so impolite. I- it was a rough few days. I didn't mean to be mean, really!"

God, why can't you ever shut up for heaven's sake? Joking about one's obviously biggest insecurity and now...with every word you're probably only making things worse!

And if only you knew the horrible consequences other people had to face for less than this comment...

...but it seemed that somehow, Buggy had a soft spot for you already.

"Oh" he finally opened his mouth, voice cutting through the thick air. "As soon as you're healthy again I'll have you clean every toilet on this ship" he grumbled, yet failed to be as furious as he'd usually be with others.

"Deal." You cracked a smile, being rewarded with him unwillingly mirroring it. Ignoring your pain and discomfort, you tried bowing a little before adding "Oh, and again, properly this time: Thank you for saving me. I'm really grateful, Buggy."

"From now on, that's 'Captain' to you."

[Present time]

"...I almost forgot that she was a pain in the ass from the very start."

Your now-kinda-ex-lover currently did what he could best - drowning his sorrow in cheap liquor. Gosh, one would think he'd be used to that crippling feeling of inadequacy and loneliness...

...but your words still echoed through his mind, as if taunting him for letting someone peek behind his prideful mask.

He threw another empty bottle through his room, the glass shattering on impact with the wall. He rubbed his aching temples, concluding the mess would be a problem for future Buggy.

Yes, in more than one way you and him had been alike - you simply had the privilege to be born pretty.

He had thought you to be a spoiled brat in the beginning, but quickly realized that this first impression of you couldn't have been more wrong.

Ever since he saved you back then you had worked your ass off every single day, not once questioning orders from the man that had given you a new chance at life.

There was always a cheerful atmosphere on the ship and everyone had welcomned you with open arms, so you weren't afraid of those apparent 'freaks' in the slightest...

And while you couldn't deny that this man was insane in more way than one, it was hard to believe him and his crew to be the ruthless criminals they depictured themselves as.

They were simply lost souls that were treated ill just for being different, now seeked out revenge. A cycle of hatred, how sad.

But Buggy had rightfully concouded that while alone they may be weak, but together they could achieve everything.

A 'King of Freaks' they looked up to, who accepted them as they were, gave them a home and purpose - just like he did with you.

...quite the opposite even: You fit right in.

With them, you found an unusual family - yet one you always wished to have.

Talking about the past didn't come easy to you, which was another thing you and the captain had in common.

Merely when you were almost blackout drunk and Buggy had to carry you to your room you had let some details slip, hanging onto his coat maybe a little too tight since he was the only person in the world that made you feel safe.

Told stories about a mother you never got to know, passing away during childbirth. How this man you wouldn't even call a father resented you for it - more likely because you weren't born a male heir.

Back then you were insulted, beaten and humiliated on a daily basis. Treated like a slave and sometimes wouldn't see the daylight for weeks as your father prefered to hide his greatest failure.

Admittedly, you had him wrapped around the finger since the beginning - and it didn't take long until you unknowingly had his heart in a chokehold.

Deemed a failure from the very start...

...trust doesnt come easy to those who have been failed repeatedly - Buggy of all people understood first hand.

At first he found your subtle stares unnerving, mistaking it with the degrading looks he knew all too well...

...yet at one point not even his inferiority complex could stop him from noticing the way your face lit up every single time your eyes met.

While you didn't dare making a direct move on your captian you certainly did not try to hide your little crush for him either.

Moreso, you actively seeked out his company whenever possible, despite all of his efforts to scare you away...

...until he had grown fond of your presence, no - until the two of you had become practically inseparable.

To Buggy, you had one of the brightest laughs that ever graced his ears. And oh, how he loved making you smile through both words and actions. You were so blissfully naive when it cames to his jokes and little pranks, and in opposite to his crew or the usual hostage audience, your outbursts of laughter came from the heart.

It was a mutual benefit, really: Buggy managed to get your reserved self out of your shell, showing you a whole new world with endless possibilities for your former oppressed character to develop...

Even long before you became official, you'd share whole nights together, both as vulnerable as you'd never been before. You'd lull him to sleep with your voice, with his head resting on your lap and your fingers entangled in his blue locks.

...and simultaneously, you brought out the best inside of him as well. Putting up with all of his shenanigans, humbling him if necessary.

And frankly, he needed to be brought down to eart again a lot, so at least once it was good that you had no filter.

Little did you know that he was just as whole heartedly enarmored with you, yet fought it both for your sake and to protect his own heart.

For months, you were wondering if a man of his calibre would even reciprocate those inferior sentiments.

After all, those tender moments you shared were exclusively after both of you shared a fair amount of alcohol - and Buggy chose not to talk about it afterwards.

Buggy remembers it like it was yesterday when he caught you all alone on deck, staring into the night sky with yearning in your eyes. You were clearly shivering due to the cold breeze, until suddenly Buggy's severed hands threw his coat over your shoulders.

You greeted him with an affectionate smile, waving the rest of the clown over. He was looking very plain for his standards, with neither makeup nor accessories and his hair tied into a messy bun.

For a while, the two of you enjoyed the starry sky and salty ocean air together - until Buggy broke the comfortable silence.

"You know, you could leave" he suddenly spoke, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Huh? What makes you think I want to?"

"I don't know" he admitted, looking anywhere but your eyes. "You're pretty. Talented. Stronger than you look like. Maybe you'd be better off without some lousy freaks dragging you down."

"Never say something like that again!" you poked his chest as you scolded him. "Without you guys I wouldn't even be still alive! You gave me freedom, a purpose and have been so kind to me all this time, even though I'm nothing but a burden..."

"And I thought I'm the fool here" he chuckled softly, finally looking up from the spot on the ground his eyes were glued on. "To the crew you're like a ray of sun in the middle of a storm! And you're also our star act, besides me obviously. So what makes you think like that?"

Weird. He was behaving so different from his usual self...

...did he care about your feelings after all, or was that just wishful thinking?

"Well, I'm still not a real pirate. You went out of your way training me, and yet- I mean I can't even bear to see people hurt! How's that useful in a profession like ours?"

"You're empathetic" he spoke softly, absentmindedly petting your head. "Something I lack, but not a bad trait. And you don't have to be useful. As long as you're-" Buggy cut himself off, gladly your mind catched up before your mouth would let something slip.

"As long as what?" you repeated his words, and feeling caught his heart instantly dropped into his stomach. "C'mon, you can't be that oblivious."

You only knitted your brows together in confusion, just like every time when you didn't get the punchline to a joke of his. Adorable, it never failed to warm his heart.

"...as long as you're with me, I guess." Your jaw dropped at this almost-confession, just looking at him with a deadpanned expression.

"That's good" you uttered with a shaky breath, "Because I didn't plan to leave the man I love."

Silence.

"Wait- what?!" Actually, he was waiting for a 'just kidding' from your side. You had an awful sense of humor, after all - and this was just too good to be true.

His reaction did nothing to calm your nerves. After you finally found the courage to confess he wants you to say it again?!

Clenching and unclenching your fists, gulping several times to get the feeling of a lump out of your throat.

"I said I'm in love with you, Buggy!"

Dwelling in those memories did in fact make the hurt of today even worse, he deduced after he could finally tear his mind away from the past.

Buggy buried his face in his hands, mentally preparing himself to step in front of his crew again. Maybe he should redo his smeared makeup, so he wouldn't look like the perfect picture of misery in front of his men.

You're still out there, after all - and all alone in a pirate infected island at that.

"Bring me one more!" Buggy commanded no one in particular as he staggered onto the deck, his crew frightened as they were aware of his current mood. "B-Boss, we're all out. You drank-"

Buggy sucked in a pained breath, ready to let out his built up turmoil of emotions at anyone that would dare make another sound...

...until Cabaji returned with grim news:

"We found her, boss. She-" he paused, knowing his next words might get him into an awful situation.

Immediately, the clown grabbed his subordinate by the collar of his shirt, his severed hands lifting him up with ease. "Where is she, huh? Tell me!"

"Y/N, she- she's with the strawhats."

[serenity-ren-bliss]

I've found my ambition again

VALENTINES INSTALLMENT #1

Prompt(s)/Premise: Kazuha + prompt 6: Reunited + Quote 6: "It's so nice to see your face"

Notes: WOOO! The first fic for this event is finally out!! Have I written a modern Au of this? Yes. Am I possibly tiring out this premise? Possibly. Do I care!? Hell nah.

TW: fem!reader, Not beta read

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Kazuha stared off at the sea, lost in thought. "Kazuha!" The familiar, booming voice, sounded behind him, causing him to jump and almost fall of the bow of the Alcor.

He turned to face her. "Captain Beidou." She crossed her arms. "This is the third time today I had to scream in your ear to get your attention. What's up?"

Kazuha sighed. "My apologies, Beidou, I'm just... thinking." She smiled at him, concerned. "Well, whatever it is, you know you can talk about anything with me, right?" He nodded. "Thank you, Beidou"

She pat his back. "Well, Wei Yin needs you on deck for something." Kazuha nodded. "I'll be right there." She smiled and walked off. Kazuha took one last look at the horizon.

Later that night, the members of the Crux rejoiced. They broke out their bottles and Beidou made a toast. "Have some fun and get some rest tonight, my friends, cause tomorrow we'll be in Inazuma for the first time since the abolishment of the Sukoku decree!" Everyone cheered.

No one could deny that coming back to Inazuma after the decree was amazing. Basically any member of the crew would agree that the decree made Inazuma one of the worst nations to visit. Kazuha, tho, was extra excited. This was his hometown, and he was so happy to see everything in its full, reestablished, glory.

He drank a full bottle of sake that night, and he might've had more had Beidou not kept her eye on him. "You had enough, Kazuha, go to bed." He agreed without arguing.

The next morning, Kazuha was more giddy anyone on the Crux would ever see him, practically jumping in his seat as the Alcor pulled into the docs in Inazuma. He ran over to the rail.

"You looking for something?" Beidou asked it as a joke. She didn't expect Kazuha's face to light up at the sight of something, and he ran off the ship.

"Kazuhaa!!!!" An unfamiliar voice boomed through the air and the members of the Crux watched in awe as Kazuha, who had never once mentioned anyone from his life outside of his late best friend, ran up to a girl they had never met.

She was running towards him as well, and they met in the middle, with him picking her up and twirling her. "Kazuha!!!" He put her down so she could look up at him, cupping his face.

"It's so nice to see your face again, my love." He gave her a passionate kiss. She returned it, and when he pulled away, she gave him a small giggle. "I missed you so much. All that time in hiding was misery!"

She's been hiding away since the vision hunt decree was announced less than two weeks after her vision manifested. Kazuha used to come visit her often, however after joining the Crux fleet he never got the chance and was only able to slip letters for Thoma to give to her, which they are both endlessly thankful for, but seeing each other's face again is the best thing to happen to both of you.

"I have so much I need to show you tell you, do with you!" Kazuha giggled fondly in response. "That sounds amazing, my dear, but first, I need to introduce you to someone." She nods, practically bouncing in place as Kazuha beckoned Beidou over.

"You never told me you had a partner, Kazuha." She came up behind him. "I'm Beidou, captain of the Crux fleet." The girl shook her hand. "Y/n L/n. It's nice to meet you, Captain Beidou."

"You too. Glad to know Kazuha here hasn't been staring off into space these past few weeks for nothing." "Really!?" Kazuha blushed a little. "Aww, Kazu! You've been thinking of me!!" He chuckled. "Of course, my love. There's not a moment I'm not."

[garciaasfluffypen]

i kissed a girl (and i liked it)

pairing: jennifer jareau x emily prentiss word count: 1.6k warnings: none, pure fluff a/n: another work lost to the google docs! an AU in which emily is a singer and jj is her number one stan

jj had been absolutely enamored by the voice of emily prentiss since she was a teen. she felt like she practically grew up with her, going to every one of her concerts and forcing rosaline to pay her gas money for when she started playing slightly bigger venues in pittsburgh. so it came as a big surprise when her mother bought her meet and greet tickets for the lovestruck teen to meet the one and only emily prentiss as her 18th birthday gift. jj cried for a good hour when she held the tickets in her hand, her dreams finally coming true. 

the day finally came around and she dressed as cute as she could. pulling on her favorite cardigan and some overalls along with her white nikes, she made her way downstairs to find her sister all ready to drive her. they made the short drive into pittsburgh, pulling up to the venue and practically jumping out of the car before rosaline could say goodbye. she found her way inside the main lobby and made sure that she stopped by the merch stand before the line got too long. she always liked getting to venues early so she could get emily’s merch, as well as try to spy on the sound check. it seemed today’s soundcheck had ended, so she sat outside of the doors to the actual stage while scrolling through her phone. she decided to tweet a cute little picture from her stan account while she was waiting, knowing that there was no possible way for emily to see it while she was preparing to perform. after attaching the picture of her waiting at the venue, she scrolled through her timeline for a little bit, updated her mother on everything that had happened so far and even made sure to order her school textbooks before a notification popped up on the top of her screen. 

emily prentiss liked your tweet!

jj had to hide her obvious excitement as she clicked on the notification, barely believing her own two eyes as she read what was on the screen. she hadn’t expected emily to be on twitter before her show, since she would usually- from what jj remembered- take this time to warm up and cuddle with her cat, sergio, who always came on tour with her. before she had time to comprehend everything that was happening, the doors to the stage opened and she stood up, making her way inside to find her seat. she was in the center of the first row, and looked like she was going to be right in front of emily. the concert went by too fast for her liking, but it only meant that she finally got to meet emily. the girl she had been pinning over for five years who had no clue she existed. that was, until now.  

she ended up being last in line, since she was in the front of the venue but honestly she didn’t mind, she was hoping that emily would use this to their advantage, considering she didn’t have a show or anything tomorrow and supposedly was staying in pittsburgh for a couple of days. she was practically shaking with excitement as she got closer, her beauty becoming more and more obvious the closer she got. finally, it was her turn and she had to do her best to mask her obvious excitement about meeting her girl crush. 

“oh my god, you’re emily’s necklace on twitter!” emily exclaimed. “derek sends me your tweets all the time.” 

“i- you know who i am?” 

emily laughed. “of course i do, how could i forget such a pretty face like yours? now come ‘ere, i wanna give you a hug!” 

emily held out her arms and jj walked into them, smiling widely as the scent of sandalwood and cigarettes filled her nose. the brunette held her close, wrapping her arms around her body in a way she didn’t hug her other fans. 

“i can’t believe i’m actually meeting you.” jj managed to get out. “i’ve been following you since you started posting on youtube. i think i’ve been to ten out of your twelve concerts.” 

“i know,” emily chuckled. “i’ve seen you at every single one.” 

jj’s jaw dropped. “no you haven’t. there’s no way.” 

“i do. i look for you at every concert. your smile brightens my night every time i see it.” she bit her lip. “and i may or may not stalk your twitter.” 

“i- oh dear god.” jj felt her cheeks flushing red, her hands going to cover her face in pure embarrassment. “i’m so embarrassed.’ 

“don’t be! your tweets are absolutely hilarious.” emily smiled at her. “in fact, they’re so hilarious i’d like to invite you back to my rv to maybe get to know you more? if that’s okay, of course.” 

“i-” jj’s jaw dropped. “i- i have no words i- i mean yes i- yes.”

emily chuckled again and held out her hand, waiting for jj to take it before the two of them went to the back of the venue, meeting up with her security before they went outside. they climbed into the rv and jj had to stop her jaw from dropping for the third time in the past twenty minutes. the inside of the bus was exactly as she imagined it, with all of emily’s stuff thrown around along with some cat toys for sergio, who was probably hiding somewhere. as if on cue, she felt something furry wrap around her leg and she looked down, smiling as she saw sergio purring as he rubbed against her leg. 

“wow, you’re special- he doesn’t do that to just anyone.” emily smiled. “anyway, welcome to the humble abode.”

“it’s beautiful.” like you, she wanted to add. but she didn’t. “as is sergio.” 

“serg, come ‘ere.” emily picked him up, smiling as he tried to get out of her arms and go to jj.  “he’s usually a little minx but he seems to be doing good tonight.” 

jj smiled as she held out her hand, letting him sniff it. “he’s so calm.”

“he usually runs around and knocks at least three different books off the shelves while i’m performing. let me grab a change of clothes real quick, make yourself at home!”

emily pulled the curtain shut and seconds later sergio ran back out, finding his way right over to jj again as she looked around the bus. pictures of emily performing were plastered all around the place, with other pictures of her and her best friend derek and a couple of her and sergio spread around as well. some hoodies of hers were thrown on the couch, and jj moved them to the side before she sat down, chuckling lightly to herself as sergio made himself comfortable on her lap. she pet him lightly as emily walked back out, a large oversized hoodie hanging over her small frame, a pair of leggings underneath as well. she smiled at jj, sitting down on the couch with her. 

“do you want like water or anything?” 

“oh, i’m fine, thank you though.” jj smiled politely. “you inviting me to hang out is more than enough.”

emily couldn’t help but chuckle. “don’t worry about it. i’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but this was the first time i mustered up the courage.” 

“really?”

“yeah. i’ve kinda been hoping you’d like me back since concert number three.” a small smile formed on emily’s lips. “i’ve been meaning to cover a song that reminds me of you, but…”

“but what?” jj raised her eyebrow. 

“i didn’t know if you’d get it was about you.” 

“emily, are you saying what i think you’re saying?” jj moved closer, resting her arm on the back of her couch so she could get a better look at emily. “because if you are, i’m thinking the same thing.” 

they looked into each others eyes before emily closed the gap, the taste of cigarettes overtaking jj’s senses as their lips melded together, arms wrapping around the other as they kissed. emily found herself on jj’s lap, smiling as they both broke away for air. 

“you know, if you want to show me that song you could.” 

emily smirked. “even better, i could just play it for you.” 

emily grabbed the keyboard sitting between the couch and the kitchen table, adjusting herself so she was now sitting next to jj, thighs touching. the opening chords played and jj found herself resting her head on emily’s shoulder, smiling to herself as the notes to i kissed a girl by katy perry started flowing through the air. she watched emily’s fingers fly across the keyboard, fingers gently pushing down on each and every key. emily turned to face jj for the next part of the lyrics, smiling widely as she sang.

“boyfriend?” jj cut emily off, her eyes widening. 

“i don’t have a boyfriend, love. i’m gay.” emily smiled. “and i’m gay for you, if you didn’t realize.” 

jj smiled. “i was about to say…” she grabbed emily’s hand, linking it with hers. “i really hope you were gay for me, becuase i am so very gay for you, emily prentiss.” 

“can i kiss you again?”

“always.”

[sasster]

Message Received

Now lets all pretend that I didn’t JUST post Reassignment eight hours ago. Really, don’t even worry about it. Time is an illusion. [Doc] —

It was Retcon’s first assignment since his last blow out, but more importantly, it was the first one he’d work with his shiny new babysitter. As they were escorted onto the base that the prison was located in, Mantle only looked up from his magazine to take in the scenery a handful of times, and never once when he was addressed. In the perigees worth of time he’d known the man, Retcon has learned that this is not unusual — The violet blooded commander simply never delegated too much of his attention to a single troll or conversation.

If anyone bothered to ask Retcon about it, he’d tell them that he found the whole act incredibly pretentious. Who did he think he was?

“‘Ey, Mantle,” he called, talking around a handful of cashews casually tossed into his mouth.

“Mhm?” As expected, the commander did not tear his gaze from the magazine. In fact, he even turned a page after his response.

Asshole.

“How many guys did they say this one was?”

“Fifteen today, your max tomorrow or the following, depending on how you feel. Forty, total. We’ll be back to address whatever they have left over once you’ve had time to recover.”

“How I feel?” Retcon spit back, his words contorted into a chortle that nearly made him choke on his snack. “They don’t care how I’m feeling.”

“No, that’s my job.”

“Aw, you care about how I’m feeling?”

Mantle didn’t answer, he only turned a page in his magazine.

—

When they arrived, Retcon was separated from his babysitter and put in some sort of psychic holding cell while they talked shop. He was no stranger to this treatment, so many fleet officials lack trust in psions, willing participants or otherwise. The guy who runs this place must be superstitious about psions and their nature.

Understandable.

No skin off Retcon’s nose, he much preferred not to hear or talk about the numbers involved with the job.

It was always a drag. He didn’t feel the need to be in the room when the number of wipes needed jumped up or the times table was changed. His new commanding officer would have to learn how reality works the hard way.

He rested his head on the table he sat at  and soon sleep found him.

--

Retcon did not wake up until he was pulled to his feet by the collar of his shirt and walked out of the room by a purple blood that had entirely too much protein in her diet, way stronger and heavy handed than she needed to be.

“Hey,” he offered, yawning as obnoxiously as he could. “You know I’m not one of your prisoners or whatever, right?” In case she didn’t see it, he emphasized his point by indicating the fleet emblem on the uniform he so loathed to wear.

“Precaution.”

“Right, manhandling potentially volatile psions usually makes them more cooperative. I forgot.”

She only shoved him harshly in response.

“Cool, thanks. Where’s my plus one?” He asks, moving his hand to about waist level in an exaggeration of his supervisor’s height. “About yay high.”

“He’s indisposed right now.”

“Big word. Got it, your boss ordered a distraction on my boss so you can tell me the real number you want done.”

She seemed surprised that he caught on so quickly, but let up as soon as the words left his mouth just as they were coming up at the end of a corridor. Everyone really seemed to think that this was his first rodeo.

Retcon rolled his eyes. “And that number is…”

“Seventy? Eighty? Numbers aren’t my job.”

The purple blood couldn’t help but laugh in response.

That is a ridiculous number! It’s almost like they wanted him dead!

She shoved him into the room and he came face to face with the blue blooded warden who’d thrown it all together.

“Hello there, welcome!”

“Too jovial for a prison warden.” He groaned, twisting a pinky finger in his ear to drive home his disapproval of their loudness.

They shrugged it off with a laugh and gestured over to another door opposite the one that he came in, Retcon took a chance at peeking in through the window at the very top of the door and found way more than fifteen trolls, packed into a room that was way beyond capacity.

“Just happy to finally have the help I needed for this one. Your old handler was remarkably inadequate at getting back to people about their requests.”

Retcon cupped his hands around his eyes and pressed up into the glass to get a better look at the sea of prisoners in the glorified closet. Poor assholes.

Poor him, he would surely sustain a bit more permanent damage as a result of a job like this.

“This is going to suck.” He mused, facing the warden again.

“I hear you have a great medical team on call.”

Somewhere down the hall someone shouted, “Commander, wait!” And the warden turned to the sound of the door clicking shut behind them, only to be on the receiving end of the mother of all right hooks in the same instant. The contact of the punch sounded with a sickening crunch.

The warden, for all the strength the indigo cast is said to have, crumpled to the floor groaning.

“Fifteen,” the violet blood, newly returned from his hiatus, enunciated as he took off the brass knuckle he must’ve equipped on his way in and shook his hand free of a few specks of blood. “Pick fifteen.”

Oh, this wasn’t his first rodeo either.

[elliseleven]

So, I wrote this Patcap fic a while back (I've written *a lot* of Capvers since I started watching Ghosts so I thought it'd be good to change it up).

But I honestly don't think I'll properly finish it as it's been sitting in my Google docs for a while so I thought I could post it here.

It's a few scenes that are kind of stop-start rather than having proper transitions. I also haven't really beta read it so it's not my best but hope you enjoy anyway!

*******

Pat had planned this perfectly. 2001: A Space Odyssey had something for everyone. Despite that, there was one person who didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

The Captain was watching the TV screen. However, he didn’t seem to be paying attention at all. 

After the film was over, Pat watched the Captain leave. He wondered what was wrong. Did he not like the film?

Pat decided to follow the Captain. He found himself outside the Captain’s room. Suddenly, he felt nervous. The Captain didn’t like his privacy to be invaded, but Pat didn’t want him to feel sad either.

The door was ajar, so Pat peeked his head round.

“Knock knock.”

The Captain jumped. He was sitting on the edge of his bed.

“What is it, Pat?” He tried to keep his voice level, but Pat could tell something was wrong.

“You alright, Cap? Did you not enjoy the film?”

“No, I did. It was wonderful. I’m just… tired. A lot happened today.”

Pat nodded. “Yeah, it was full on. Not anything we’re not used to though, eh?”

The Captain chuckled. “Quite right. I’d just… like to be left alone.”

Pat hesitated. It was clear that something was troubling the Captain, but he had never been one to open up easily. Maybe it was best to leave it alone. 

“Course,” he finally said.

He made to leave but turned back. He smiled to the Captain. “If there’s anything on your mind, you can talk to us, you know. Well…” he hesitated. “Some of us, at least.”

The Captain only nodded. He knew this to be a fact, of course, but he doubted he would take Pat up on that offer.

Pat nodded in return, leaving the Captain in peace.

Once he was sure Pat had left, the Captain let out a sigh. Perhaps it would do some good to talk about… what was troubling him. He had kept his secret for so long, but perhaps it was time for it to come to light.

*******

“Take your time, Cap.”

The Captain felt as if he was on the verge of a panic attack. He had never said this aloud before. However, Pat’s gentle gaze and hand on his shoulder helped him calm down.

“Where to start…” He mused. “Do you remember that day when Alison and Mike were digging up the garden?”

“Yes, definitely,” Pat sighed. “God knows how I managed to take charge of those lot.”

“You did a terrific job.”

Pat was taken aback. It was rare that the Captain gave compliments, especially to him. “Well, thanks, Cap. I try.”

“Yes, well…” He cleared his throat. “That day reminded me of my… past. Someone from my past, to be specific.”

“Right,” Pat nodded. “Was it someone from the army?”

The Captain very slowly began to tell Pat about his lieutenant and how close they had grown. How he had fallen in love…

Pat nodded along, not surprised in the slightest.

“That makes sense. A lot of sense, actually.” Pat said once the Captain had finished.

The Captain almost gave himself whiplash, turning to face Pat. “What do you mean by that?!”

Pat laughed. “Well, I mean, even a blind man would be able to see that you’re… a homosexual.”

When the Captain continued to stare, gobsmacked, Pat explained further. He hadn’t noticed every little thing, but the things he had noticed were blindingly obvious. 

The way he looked at attractive men: Adam the director, Toby Nightingale, Mike, that naked man from the party. 

“I didn’t think I was being so obvious,” the Captain muttered, unable to look Pat in the eye.

“I guess it’s not to everyone, but I noticed…”

If the Captain had been less nervous, he would have noticed Pat blushing.

“Right,” the Captain cleared his throat. “As long as you don’t tell the others.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it!” Pat patted the Captain gently on his shoulder. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Pat stood up, and the Captain suddenly felt cold.

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

*******

“Hey, Cap?”

The Captain stopped walking and turned to face Pat.

“Yes?”

The way the Captain looked at him made him weak at the knees, but he stood strong. “I just wanted to have a chat, if that’s okay?”

The Captain nodded cautiously. He wondered, and partly worried, about what Pat wanted to tell him.

Pat looked behind him to check they were alone. “I… Um… Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this nervous.”

The Captain frowned. “You don’t need to be nervous around me, Patrick.”

Pat laughed. If only the Captain knew the irony in what he was saying. “How do I say this?”

Pat was stalling because he was nervous, of course, but there was another reason. 

He remembered how the Captain talked about Havers. The Captain had never been good at expressing his feelings, but it was clear how in love he had been. What if he still was? Pat wasn’t sure how he would take that.

Meanwhile, the Captain’s heart was racing. Pat rarely got nervous talking about what was on his mind. This must be important. What if…? No, the Captain berated himself. He had a wife, for goodness sake! He couldn’t be…

“I like you, Cap.”

The Captain narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Well, I would hope so, wouldn’t you?”

“No, Cap,” Pat said, even more serious now. “I like you. Not just as a friend.”

Finally, the penny dropped. The Captain stared.

Pat waited, but the Captain didn’t speak. He didn’t even move.

“Hello? Anyone home?” He clicked his fingers in front of the Captain’s face.

The Captain blinked and slowly found his voice. “S- Sorry, Pat. I just… didn’t expect you to say that. At all.”

“It’s okay,” Pat chuckled. “It came as a bit of a shock to me too. Nothing to do with you!” He added hastily before the Captain could jump to any conclusions. “I just always thought I liked women. Still do, of course, but I like men too? Not quite sure when that happened, if I’m honest.”

Pat continued to ramble, and the Captain smiled. The sense of relief that washed over him was immeasurable. He wouldn’t have guessed that Pat liked him, or was even like him at all.

“-always confused me when I watched films and found both the man and the woman attractive.”

The rambling was getting a little too much now for the Captain. “Pat.”

“I could never tell Carol though-”

“Pat!”

Pat suddenly stopped, looking up at the Captain. “Sorry. Was I talking too much?”

The Captain hesitated before realising he could be honest with him. “Yes. Just a bit.”

“Sorry…” he muttered. “It’s just the first time I’ve talked about this.”

The Captain nodded. “I understand. Do you feel better?”

“Yeah, I actually do, actually. How about you give it a try?”

The Captain hummed. “No, thank you.”

Pat nodded. “That’s fine.”

The two of them fell silent until Pat remembered something. “Hey, Cap? Before I told you this, I didn’t know how you would react.” 

Now that he was speaking out loud, he realised the Captain hadn’t actually said much of anything. 

“Why do you say that?”

*******

So it ends there but Pat's answer was going to be that he knew that Cap was still in love with Havers and he wasn't sure if Cap was ready to love anyone else. Cap ends up telling Pat that he will always love Havers but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the capability to love someone else ❤️

[smaeemo]

Order of events:

Had a freak out about the dentist

Opened ao3 and went “ACK” when I was jump scared by destiel fanfic

Went onto tiktok and watched like 10 Nara Smith videos

Kind of paid attention to this family guy episode

Now Im just chilling

#self care (?)

Sometimes I wonder if I could magically become an animated character and just jump into the tv. Ok thats such a lie, I totally have not imagined that until right now, but now I have a new thing to imagine. You know, like when you pay too much attention to the subtitles on accident, forget how to read, get really caught up in the fact that actors exist, you know that kinda stuff. But this one has like potential incentives. I almost just typed “potential inc*st” and I was giggling about it for like a nanosecond before I was like “Oh boy” and then changed it. Also, how tf do you censor stuff, like F*ck, F**k, F***, etc. Are there rules or is it like personal preference?? Ah, I just thought too much about words and like totally freaked out because I was like “How the f**k(?) do you spell thought” and then I just had a moment of reflection. Sitting alone in an apartment in a lawn chair watching family guy is peak brainrot. Honestly? I think brainrot is what makes life so interesting yk? Like how else will I stop the OCD? Therapy? Psshh (Jk im in therapy) (But you get the point). One time I had an interview with a new therapist and she was like “So what are your coping mechanisms?” and I sat there for like 2 minutes and just said “Family guy, sims 4, and Tumblr” and I will remember that moment forever because all she said was “better than drugs” and then I did not see her again. What a time to be alive. To be fair, I was in middle school. That’s not to say those coping mechanisms aren’t still alive and healthy, I have just added more to the bank (worse and better) (lol) (not lol) and I would not tell another therapist that because I found my embarassment somewhere along the way. Honestly? The best coping mechanisms I have found work, are like literally writing all of my bullsh*t (did I do it right?) thoughts onto paper, notes, google docs, or like tumblr (lol) and then I just sit here and stew in em for a bit. Poetry never worked for me, so like if you open up my “poetry journal” all you’d really find in there is just like “Today I had a panic attack, now I found that I am so scared of mountain lions” and then it ends in like “All in all, I am glady nickname isn’t marv,” Then after I write all of it, I’m like violently reality checked and just like “why am I on the floor, on tumblr, and crying” and then I get back up and watch family guy. Sometimes I just pretend Im doing a vlog and just start talking to myself. It’s like super embarassing to be caught “vlogging alone” because then you have to explain yourself and it always ends in either “omg yeah I do that too!” or “… anyways,” Oh god. I HATE ROSS GELLER. Sorry that just reminded me of that scene where Pheobe was sharing her horrifying trauma and it gets all quiet and R*ss (hahah) just goes “I think the word you are looking for is… anyways” and then proceeds to divert the attention. Also, everything about him PEEVES me. I’ve been rewatching friends as like an actual human being vs like a child, and oh my god. This is an EXPERIENCE. I would talk more about it, but like the music Im listening to just got so “vibey” that I need to listen to it and just process that I wrote an entire tumblr post that I will 100% forget about and then regret in like 20 min. But yk, gotta keep up the grind.

XOXO,

Leenya Green

[seth-shitposts]

Let's see I'm getting my thoughts in order here.

So.

I have a to write list that's going to keep us busy:

The last two (+bonus) chapters of Conversationalist

A mystery event piece

Jealousy, Ft Lando (🔞)

Edits to an unnamed NSFW piece that's been done I'm just nervous- (the rough draft is done, im going to go over it with one of our friends today i think)

Two chapters for a collab we're doing with a friend

Really any of the prompts sitting in our docs

And then also

A project we will start posting once Conversationalist is completed.

Originally was going to be a short one shot, but then we got attached.

So how it went down:

Seth read a rebel comic that followed an imperial droid and it was such a sad ending. He gave Alex the big ol eyes and said "we can't leave him out in the cold🥺🥺🥺"

To which Alex folded like a wet paper towel.

So now we're working on a side fic following 264, the courier droid that the ghost crew nabbed on lothal when searching for kanan that Chopper promptly pushed out the ghost.

Ima give you the sparknotes of the follow up comic.

Lil guy here, 264, was found in the exact spot the show left him by some local farmers. He decided to stay with them and help them around the farm. Until the empire showed up and arrested the farmers for stolen imperial equipment.

He was reassigned to an outpost on a frigid, inhospitable planet where he was miserable and continuously mistreated by the imperials. There, a captured Sabine Wren had been brought in and 264 recognized her immediately. He set her free and aided the ghost crew in escaping. He was found by the rebels, he could join them.

Zeb recognized the droid, but wasn't able to have much conversation before the ship got trapped in a tractor beam. 264 jumped off ship, choosing to stay behind to release them from the tractor beam so they could get away. The imperials went "What is wrong with this droid" and left him outside in a junk heap.

The comic ends with him thinking to himself that the rebels know where he is now, so he just has to wait for them.

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Seth: and that makes me want to CRY. He's still out there in the cold!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Alex: so now we're writing a follow up to it about (fulcrum!)Kallus finding him and fixing him up.

Anyway @foxxxtransformer123 Guessed The Droid so here's 264's response to this post.

Also bold is translated, as Kallus understands the droid, that will be written.

"And why's that? You're one of the top agents in your field." The only reason why this agent would bother with this game is in the hope that 264 will lead him to the rebels. Maybe he can use the borrowed time he has to send the agent running in circles.  "Because I have also defected."  … …… "Agent, I have a very limited response bank, but I am doing the best I can to make this response special. Just for you." 264 hopes he's coming across as sarcastic as possible. "You are misleading me, into a cave of deceit. You must be desperate if you're going to create a ruse such as this one just to get me to tell you where those rebels are." The agent doesn't make any move  to stop 264, so he continues while he still has the ability to. "I was going to just send you on wild ghost chases with no inkling of success and revel in wasting your time with what little I have left, but frankly," 264 whirring indignantly, "I'm just so insulted that you thought I'd believe that. I may be cross wired and have no better place to rot than this scrap heap, but I am not the fool you think I am."  The agent looks so entertained by his spiel. And then the… the… 264 rattles in frustration at not having some foul word he can call this agent. Whatever. The agent laughs, utterly infuriating 264. 

The Renascence of 264 is going to be a multichap fic. First chapter is pretty much complete, just wanna brush over it again and finish outlining the plot of the fic before we choose to drop it, and I want to finish Conversationalist before we start dropping it. ^_^