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Source: The Art of NausicaÀ of the valley of the wind
by Hayao Miyazaki
Link to the full Artbook
#Nausicaa#NausicaÀ#Nausicaa of the valley of the wind#Hayao Miyazaki#Ghibli#Artbook#Manga and Stuff#Mangacap#Manga#Art#the movie did her dirty#in the manga she was an interesting and nuanced character#in the movie she was a reckless idiot
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imagine logan seeing you again
logan x reader
warning: some deadpool x wolverine spoilers. this takes place after the movie. under 1k words.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The apartment was packed jammed with friends and some foes of Wade Wilson. There might have been music playing in the background, but Logan couldnât tell when his eyes locked with the figure walking through the front door. His heart dropped, he felt sick to his stomach as his eyes fluttered. It had to be a dream but then he quickly came to his senses.
This wasnât his universe, his world. He was somewhere entirely new. He caught his breath as Wade shouted out an exclamation of joy. Logan watched as he drew up from his seat to greet you with an overzealous hug, pulling you toward the group at the table. Â Wade held you rough by the shoulders and grinned. âLook who decided to come out of retirement, conveniently after we,â he pointed to Logan then himself. âSaved the fucking world. Avengers, who? Bunch of assholes, if you ask me.â
âYou sound like a man scorn, Wade,â you teased, offering a wave of a hand to your friends. The idiot next to you was right, the whole superhero thing had been a thing of the past. You have been a regular civilian for a few years now and have been loving a more relaxed existence â not being threatened daily was like, nice. âDonât worry, youâll see all the details in the movie. Have you meant my little angry beaver, the Wolverine?â
Your head jerked to where the older gentlemen was sitting, and you grinned. âI havenât had the pleasure. I never met this worldâs Logan â we ran in different circles. Itâs nice to meet you.â
His heart relaxed and he confidently held out a hand, ignoring the interested glance from Laura. âNice to meet you.â
âTake a seat next to Logan,â Wade urged, winking over to his new hesitant partner. âIâm sure he can fill you in on all the fun weâve had together. Tell her about the sex ramp we had in the car that one time.â
âDo you ever shut the fuck up?â Logan cursed, telling you to ignore him.
âI usually do,â you laughed, thanking Vanessa for the beer she slid over from her side of the table. Popping it open, you relaxed and asked Logan how this place was treating him. âMust be weird, coming here. Itâs like your world, right? Just slightly different?â
âSomething like that.â
âDid we know each other back there?â
Your question seemed so invasive and frank â it almost made Logan smile because some people never changed, no matter what universe. Back where he came from, you were such a firecracker little shit. He had his hands full dealing with your bullshit. You were always running towards danger with little regard for your own safety because you had him. He had always been at your side, or at least, trying to catch up but he had always been there for you.
Logan had loved you and you had loved him.
Two reckless mutants.
Then you died and that sent him straight down a barrel of alcohol and indifference, to everyone and everything in his world. Which led to his greatest shame of all, allowing his family to be murdered because he was too busy drinking his sorrows away. He had long forgotten what it felt like to see you smile or hear you laugh, to feel your fingertips on his skin. The weight of your head on his chest as you slept, he never could replicate that feeling and yet, here you were.
A different version of you but God, the same.
âWe were friends, really good friends.â
The hint of sadness in his voice was enough for you to understand and maybe not truly, but something had happened. That much was evident and while it might have been silly, you wanted nothing more than to comfort this man next to you. The room seemed to fall quiet, but no one was paying attention, except the girl next to Logan. Your eyes met hers, but she just smiled and looked away. Loganâs eyes were focused on the beer in his hands, but his eyes jerked up when a gentle hand touched the top of his. Your skin ablaze his and it felt wrong to feel like he had once when he didnât even know you. Not this version of you, a woman he knew nothing about. It didnât feel right but he wanted nothing more to allow this to go on. To see who you were in this world.
Did he deserve that? After everything that happened.
âWere? I wonât pry but it seems like life has given you a second chance, Logan.â You smiled softly and removed your hand from his, lifting your beer can to him. âYou guys saved this world; a second chance is the least the universe can give you. Why not take it?â
Logan chuckled lowly. âThe version of you I knew also had a deficiency in reasoning.â
A hard smack landed on his chest, and he laughed, which made you laugh. âYeah, well, at least I donât look like that idiot.â
Looking over to where you pointed to Wade, who had decided to show off his hair piece, Logan smirked. âYeah, thatâs fucking terrible.â
The two of you smiled at each other and something clicked in that moment, leaving the both of you quiet until you broke the tension. âTo not looking like Wade Wilson.â
Logan clicked his beer against yours and felt a settling in his heart. Maybe he did deserve a second chance, at least, he could start toward earning that second chance. âAmen to that.â
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dating katsuki bakugou
pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader
tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, petnames, mentions of the bakusquad, clingy & overprotective katsuki
katsuki didn't have any dating experience before he started dating you, yet he likes to pretend he had tons of partners before you and has the know-how to be the best boyfriend ever!
katsuki fell in love with you fairly quickly, but it took him months of denial and pinning, before he could admit to himself that he liked you!
katsuki is awful at expressing his feelings, which results in him either becoming quiet and flustered or straight up bullying you! he only works in extremes
he would probably be even more of an asshole to you, just to not seem soft and make others realize he is in love with you
but he'd also be very protective! he'd always be ready to protect you, whether it's during combat or in your everyday life
katsuki would literally die for you in a heartbeat! he's a reckless hothead and cares much more about you than he cares about himself!
despite not showing it, katsuki thinks you might be too good for him! whenever he allows himself to be soft with you, he wonders how he even deserved someone as precious as you!
katsuki is secretly really clingy! he tries to be around you at all times, but will act as if he's not doing it on purpose! only when you're truly alone does he allow himself to literally cling to you, arms wrapped around you and cuddling with you whenever he gets the chance
his clinginess also shows when katsuki gets jealous! he's a jealous person, so he quickly gets over protective and possessive when someone flirts with you, putting an arm around you and holding you close to show who you belong to!
it's especially bad when it's someone like midoriya or shoto, who he already sees as a rival! to those two, he'll brag about you all the time, trying to make them jealous, as he suspects they might be jealous of him already, for dating someone as great as you!
katsuki loves to give you nicknames! they range from derogatory ones like âdumbassâ or âidiotâ to sweet ones like âbabeâ, âprince/ssâ or âteddy bearâ! but he'll only use those sweet nicknames when you two are alone, as he has his tough guy image to keep up!
katsuki's friends love you a lot and have been rooting for the two of you to get together for a while! after you start dating, they immediately want to become friends with you and always drag you along to movie nights or training sessions with the guys!
as for dates with bakugou, he likes to cook for you or take you out to dinner! he's a simple guy and likes to treat you to good food! he might even teach you how to cook, if he finds out you're not good at it!
as for katsuki's mother mitsuki, she absolutely loves you as well! she can see that you ground katsuki and make him a better person, while genuinely caring about him and she's just waiting for katsuki to finally put a ring on you!
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đđđđđđđđ đđ.đ â gojo satoru
synopsis. another installment of the first years going through old videos of their teacher and his friends
wc. 4.1k
tags. gojo x reader, reader in the same class as gojo, ft. nanami and haibara
an. do I have any idea where im taking this? no. still think its cute though (letâs hope the next part doesnât take me another couple of months đ€)
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âgood evening boys,â nobara burst into megumi and yuujiâs room. the former who was shocked awake from his nap and the latter who had two big bags of popcorn in either arm. heâd been waiting for an hour for the orange-haired girl, a bright grin on his face.
âyou canât just come into our room,â megumi grumbled, pulling his pillow over his head and rolling over in his bed. nobara and yuuji ignored his complaint, dragging both chairs in their room in front of yuujiâs desk. nobara set up the laptop whilst yuuji ran to nobaraâs room to grab a third chair. after five minutes of rustling, their movie night was read.
âcome sit all, itâs movie time!â the orange-haired girl said excitedly, pulling megumiâs comforter off of him. he sported his usual frown but sleepily complied nonetheless, dragging the blanket around his body as he sat next to yuuji (who then forced the dark-haired teen to share some of the blanket with him).Â
âweâre in detention.â the screen opened up with you â hair pulled back into a ponytail as you wore your usual uniform. the three students could recognise the wall behind you as one of their own classes.Â
ânot our fault,â shoko added, fixing gojoâs glasses on the top of her head. the two of you spoke in hushed whispers, glancing towards the door where, presumably, yaga was on the other side. you had shoved your desk closer to shokoâs so it was basically one big desk and the camera was balanced in the middle.
ânever is,â you pinched the bridge of your nose, shooting the person next to you a glare.Â
shoko lightly shifted the camera so that geto could come into frame. he raised his hands up in surrender, âitâs not mine either.â
âsatoru is getting yelled at by sensei right now,â you whisper shouted, pointing towards the door. if yuuji turned the volume up any louder, theyâd be able to hear yaga yet again scolding gojo for another mistake heâd made on a mission â an order heâd probably disobeyed the more confident he grew in his own ability.
shoko frowned, throwing her hands up in exasperation, âhe literally knows it was that idiot. why are we being punished?â
âmaybe yaga thinks if we get annoyed at satoru heâll stop,â geto reasoned with a sigh, as if though he wasnât gojoâs partner in crime and equally as complicit when he entertained his antics.Â
âno he wonât. he thinks by punishing us, satoru will have some epiphany about his actions impacting other people. like he thinks far enough ahead to come to that realisation,â you dropped your head down onto your desk. geto laughed quietly, giving you a âcomfortingâ pat on your shoulder.
shoko leant close to the camera, a sharp pencil in hand that she lightly jutted forward, âcount your days, gojo satoru.â
the classroom door slid open and the camera was abruptly dropped as yaga walked in, a head of white hair only seconds behind. âis that a cameâ?â his voice was muffled and cut off quickly as the clip ended.
âbagsy my turn,â yuuji practically jumped from his seat, almost spilling the popcorn everywhere as his half off the blanket dropped from his lap.Â
megumi grumbled at him as he grabbed the blanket and bag of popcorn from his excitable classmate. âoh no i was in such a rush,â he sarcastically quipped and nobara lightly nudged his shoulder.
gojo behaved as a god now, untouchable to all as he alone was the strongest. even though their teacher had never been anything but overtly childish, his cursed energy wasnât something that could be ignored. seventeen year old gojo was as human as they come, lovesick and reckless and happy. the balance of the world was yet to be forced upon him.Â
yuuji grinned as he sat back properly, having only taken a fraction of the time to find a video he wanted in comparison to their previous snooping session. taking back his bag of popcorn, he settled himself back under the blanket. âwant some?â he offered megumi, who shook his head in response. âyour loss.â
as per usual, it was shokoâs face up close and personal with the camera as she adjusted the lens and made sure that it was on and focused. once she was satisfied, she spun the camera so that it was facing nanami â yuuji could hardly contain himself at seeing his beloved teacher look so⊠not muscular and scary. small giggles filling the dorm room.
the two were in one of the tokyo classrooms, and sat on desks on opposing sides of the room. nanami had his head deep in a book that would probably kill any of his classmates from sheer boredom alone.
âwho do you think the first of us to die will be?â shoko asked indifferently as nanamiâs eyebrows furrowed and he slowly looked to his left with an unimpressed expression. even as a sixteen year old, he was set in his rigid mannerisms and beliefs and often saw his four seniors as pains in the ass. whilst you and shoko were definitely ranked higher in his list of people he could tolerate than gojo and geto, questions like this made him contemplate his future in jujutsu sorcery if this was who he was going to be working alongside.
âwhy are you asking me that?â
âanswer,â shoko demanded, zooming in the camera on nanamiâs face. his blonde hair was held neatly in his side parting and he looked like anyone but the nanami the students were familiar with.Â
it looked like he was contemplating telling shoko she was odd, or completely blanking her and opting to finish his book, but the thoughtful silence was interrupted by a sudden thud outside of the classroom. their heads darted up to look at the door and peer through the open doorway into the hallway only to hear gojoâs faint âiâm okay!â.Â
nanami let out a drawn out sigh, shaking his head. âhim.â
ânone of us!â haibaraâs voice called out as he peered out of the classroomâs cupboard that heâd been reorganising (it had been gojo and getoâs job but theyâd left it worse than when theyâd arrived and he really didnât want to get told off again by yaga).Â
shoko eyed the camera in disbelief, not even trying to entertain the young teenâs impossible ideology. âyou know the mortality rate of a sorcerer right?â she called back to haibara who didnât falter in his cheeriness as he affirmed his point.
âand? geto and gojo are almost special grades already! youâve got to have some faith in us,â he grinned, slipping his jacket back on as he finished up his tidying. his footsteps held a skip that the older students had lost â an innocence that was rarely allowed to exist in the jujutsu world.Â
yuuji had stopped giggling at the younger appearances of the sorcerers he now knew because he didnât know him. it was a reminder to the three that no matter how positive they remained against the hardships that would come, it wouldnât matter. it was kill or be killed and one tiny little mistake, one movement a fraction of a second too late, was the difference between getting paid and coming home in a body bag.Â
âlame,â shoko rolled her eyes. she tapped her twin twice as she pondered her own question before pointing at the blond opposite her, âmy guess is nanami.â despite his disinterest in the question itself, he shot a look of offence to shoko who raised her free hand in surrender. âimagine this: youâre put on a mission with gojo. youâd ask the curse to kill you.â
âiâm getting killed by a curse?â the special grade in question peered into the classroom, glasses pushed up onto his head and revealing his renowned dazzling blue eyes. there was a small scratch on his cheek â presumably from whatever heâd hit into a few minutes prior.
âno, nanami is to avoid you.â
gojo gasped, one hand on the door frame and the other over his heart as he cried out that âthat couldnât be trueâ and nanami was his âbestest bestie for lifeâ. he only halted his dramatics when you and geto forced him out of the doorway so you could join the rest of your classmates.
you sat in your usual seat next to shoko and geto sat on top of your desk. gojo, on the other hand, remained at the door, jaw practically on the floor as he aggressively pointed at the annoyed blond. âguys, nanami is going to die so he doesnât have to be friends with me, defend me!â
âat least one of us is brave enough to end our suffering,â geto teased, pinching the bridge of his nose with a grin as you lightly hit his arm, scolding him for entertaining gojoâs behaviour.
instead of giving the white haired sorcererâs antics any more attention, shoko turned the camera so that it was only a couple of inches from your face. âwho do you think will die first?â
âsatoru,â you said in unison with geto, eliciting another gasp as gojo dropped onto the floor, faking death.Â
when he didnât get the sympathetic reaction he wanted, he abruptly sat up, pointing a finger directly at you and geto, âdid we all just forget five minutes ago when i kicked your asses in training?â
âiâm literally a grade two sorcerer, what sort of flex is that mr iâm-practically-special-grade-please-worship-the-ground-i-walk-on?â you scoffed. the video ended a few moments later, cutting off laughter and satoru bickering with you.Â
there was a brief moment of silence â mixed feelings towards what the three had just witnessed. of course it was fun to watch their teacher and his friends but death was a sobering event.
âmegumi?â nobara gestured for him to take his turn on choosing their next video but he shook his head, cradling what remained of the bag of popcorn (heâd stolen it back after yuuji nearly spilled once he saw nanami).
âno thanks, you can take my go,â he offered and nobara grinned, worries set aside as she leant forward to find the next video. it was like watching a tv show but it was real life and she knew the characters.
yuuji tried to argue it should be his go â megumi did steal his popcorn after all â but megumi didnât care enough to aid his argument and there was no way yuuji could overpower the orange-haired sorcerer without his support. nobara was a force to be reckoned with and yuuji was scared to make her mad.Â
âis that the teacher from kyoto?â nobara asked after several moments of silently scrolling.
yuuji leaned forward to look at the thumbnail of the video she held the cursor over and in between two tall cherry blossom trees was utahime iori. âit is!â he said excitedly; heâd never seen her without the scar before.
the video opened with utahime running towards the camera from the pink trees. they were fully bloomed and in the background there were tourists taking photos.
âdid you get a good picture? does my hair look okay?â utahime asked whoever was behind the camera. the questions were so mundane â the questions of teenage girls worried more about their social media than if theyâd survive their next mission.
âyeah donât worry it always does,â shokoâs voice was heard speaking. her hand appeared in the frame a moment later as she handed utahime back her phone. âhereâs your phone.â
âyou never say that to me,â you grumbled.
âtake the hint,â shoko threw a handful of cherry blossom leaves at you and there was the sound of rustling as you tried to shake what you could out of your hair.Â
âshoko ieiri!â you whined, followed by some incoherent threat and a complaint that youâd just had your hair done after some curse had ruined it the other week.
utahime picked up the camera, lifting it high up to show off the trees and bustling streets of tourists and commuters. âi thought we specifically didnât bring gojo and geto to avoid childless arguments.â
âynâs fault,â shoko countered, jumping away into the frame of the camera as you tried to hit her arm. she giggled, half behind utahime, âdo you at least have gojoâs card?â
âyou mean this gorgeous thing?â you appeared on the other side of utahime, sleek black card between your fingertips that you showed to the camera. âtoday is on him ladies.â
âyou truly are taking one for the team being with him, i retract all earlier insults.â shoko held her hand out for a truce, bowing her head as you took her hand.
âi appreciate it, itâs not an easy task,â you dramatically wiped a fake tear away from the corner of your eyes. gojo had given you the card before youâd embarked on your monthly trip to the city, telling you that as long as you brought back a bag of sweets and kikufuku from that one cafe, he didnât care what you spent.
you froze a moment later, a look of deep thought crossing your features, âcan you guys hear that?â
âno,â utahime frowned, a look of concern as she glanced around at the crowd. if your day was about to be ruined by a curse, or worse yet, curse usersâ
âsounds like the card is saying we need to buy overpriced starbucks.â the three of you broke out into grins at the potential that the black card had given you.
âoh my god, youâre so right and wait,â shoko grabbed your wrist and brought the card close to her ear, âit needs cigarettes to be bought too.â
âshoko! you said you were quitting,â utahime nudged her and shoko blew her an apologetic kiss. the nicotine patches sheâd bought to try and quit were still sealed and in a draw she hadnât opened since she put them in there several weeks ago. quitting was nothing more than a fantasy considered once every blue moon.
âsheâs a liarââ
ââand proud,â shoko finished your sentence with a nonchalant shrug.
âi wish sensei would give me his card for a day,â nobara said wistfully as the video ended, twisting a strand of her orange hair around her finger as she mentally plotted the order in which sheâd go to all of the shops in tokyo. all sheâd need was a full day â 9 to 5 â and sheâd never have to shop another day in her life.Â
âyouâd max it out within an hour,â yuuji scoffed, scooping a handful of the popcorn into his mouth. nobara scrunched her nose up at him as he messily chewed down.
âactually itâs a lot harder than it would seem,â megumi noted.
nobara raised a brow at him â megumi and shopping? âyouâve tried?â
âwe tried multiple times,â megumi spoke without much of a second thought. his jaw clenched slightly as he realised his mistake and the consequential curious eyes . pointing to the dark screen, he lightly elbowed the boy next to himâs side, âyuuji take your go quick before i kick kugisaki out so i can sleep.â
âwelcome to ynâs kitchen- donât touch that,â you whacked getoâs hand with a wooden spoon, stopping him from dipping his finger into the bowl of chocolate icing. the dark haired sorcerer cradled his âinjuredâ hand though it was comical to believe youâd actually done any damage â he was at least an entire six inches taller than you.
âtoday we made a cake,â you held your arms out in a jazz hands manner to show something that⊠resembled a cake? if the students squinted maybe theyâd agree.
âfor satoruâs birthday,â geto added, pulling out the big â18â candles that would eventually be used.Â
it was pretty obvious that neither of you had any real baking experience, but the thought was definitely there. the shape somewhat was cylindrical, only a small clump had chosen to stay in the pan and had to be âsurgicallyâ glued back to the rest of the shape with a large scoop of nutella. you were hoping that the icing would disguise the bitterness of the burnt edges.
âtaste it,â you smiled at the camera, shifting the plate towards geto like you were on some cooking show and that pile of sponge was something to be proud of.
geto pushed the plate back without any hesitation, âi donât want to.â
âdo it.â
âyou do it.â
your smile dropped and you flashed geto a glare before composing yourself by clearing your throat. taking a deep breath, you broke off a tiny piece of the top layer of the cake, âso iâm now going to trial this small bit for research purposes.â
you barely had chewed twice before your mouth was scrunching up in disgust and you were disappearing off camera to find a bin to spit it out into.
geto, unfazed and unsurprised by your joint failure, picked up the spatula and began dolloping it onto the top of the cake.
âthatâs horrendous-â you came back in view with a glass of water in hand. âwhat are you doing?â
âhiding that with icing,â he stated obviously.
âweâre still giving that to him?â
geto grinned, directly at the camera as he hoped gojo would find this video after he too ate this. âobviously weâre still giving it to him.â
âitâs weird,â yuuji hummed once the video ended, âthose two were senseiâs closest friends and yet he doesnât speak about either.â
âcan you blame him? have you ever spoken to maki about the attack geto led against the school last year?â nobara pointed out and yuujiâs eyes widened as heâd nodded. maki was a woman of few words but when it came to yuta? sheâd spend all day ranting about how much she disliked geto and that heâd gotten what was coming to him.
âmy turn,â megumi placed the now empty bag of popcorn onto the floor as he scrolled and clicked on the first video that he could find. you werenât a conversation he was ready to have yet â he could bearly speak to gojo about it, let alone the two loudest mouths in the school.
the video opened to the loud sound of the subway. shoko and geto were sat on one side whilst you and gojo on the other â with you holding up the camera as your beloved boyfriend stood up in the middle of the subway carriage.
âfit check!â gojo did a little spin, showing off his basic hoodie and baggy jeans that he wore almost every time the four snuck out of the high school â or in fact, did anything together for that matter. for someone so rich he really did not use his wealth to its full capacity.
after his little twirl and bow, he dropped back down next to you, looking over the camera into your eyes as he seeked your validation. âi look hot right?â
âyou always look hot,â you flipped the camera to face yourself as you not-so-subtly-whispered, âhis mum paid me to say that.â the students knew their teacher well enough to know that the dramatic gasp they heard was almost definitely followed by an overexaggerated display of anguish. your giggles and getoâs laughter only confirmed the conclusion.
âi think i need a kiss to recover. or iâll spend the rest of my days as a ghost, heart broken and never able to leave this subway as i haunt it and all the other coupââ the lens view was obstructed by their teacherâs hoodie as you gave into his demands, cutting off his pathetic rant.Â
a loud groan was heard from shoko as she snatched back the camera and held it up to her unimpressed face and geto gagging. âi prefer it when theyâre broken up,â she grumbled.Â
before megumi could interject and tell nobara to get out now (he didnât care if yuuji teased him for his âneed for beauty sleepâ), the video ended and automatically opened onto the next one. his words were caught in his throat at the oh-so-familiar apartment.
âget that out of my face.â you were older now, only be a few years but there was a scar on your neck that hadnât been there in any of the other videos. gojoâs laugh could be heard as he ignored your request and instead held it up high enough to capture you both in the frame.
âyou donât remember this old thing?â he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your forehead, securing you before you could duck away from him.
âweâre twenty one stop acting like weâre ancient,â you crossed your arms in front of yourself as you accepted that maybe just possibly you didnât quite the match the strength of jujutsuâs strongest sorcerer.
âwe may as well be. weâve got two kids.â
your eyes widened and you shook your head, âwe do notââ
âyn!â a small megumi appeared in the corner of the frame and you quickly shut up as gojo gave you an i-told-you-so look. âgojo said heâd help me with my maths homework. an hour ago.âÂ
the smugness almost instantly vanished from the sorcerers face as you glared at him for once again avoiding his responsibilities. because apparently there was more to looking after children than feeding them and taking them out for the day as a reward when they beat up bullies in school.
âiâm a busy man megumi, saving lives, helpingââ gojo winced as you elbowed him in the side, allowing you to slip from his grasp.
âignore him megs, letâs go into the living room,â you said, ushering the small boy out of the room. two years of this and you were surprised that megumi even still bothered to give gojo a chance to act his age.
âdonât take my sweets!âÂ
you halted megumi purposefully, âdo you want gojoâs sweets?â the camera although kind of forgotten now, still had the young boy in view and picked up his smirk in full as he nodded.
âiâd love them.â gojo winced again, pretending like tears were about to start falling. as if though he couldnât easily afford to replace anything they did eat by the thousands.
âperfect,â you exaggerated in a condescending tone. as the amazing parent that you were, you made sure not to forget about the other child that was staying with you. âtsu! do you want a treat?â
âyeah!â
âeven better,â you clapped your hands together and gestured for megumi to continue on into the living room again. âhave fun with your camera love. iâm very busy adulting here.â
âthis isnât over,â the white haired sorcerer shook his head, betrayal clear on his features.
you mouthed the words âi love youâ, blowing him a little kiss as you disappeared around the corner. gojo gave you a fake grin, narrowing his eyes at the camera.
âjokes on them, i pay the bills. no more electricity for them.â
âyou were so cute!â yuuji practically squealed as he and nobara jumped upÂ
âyour hair was so spiky!â nobara reached out to poke at his less bold spikes that he sported nowadays. they had earnt him his nickname of âsea urchinâ but still couldnât beat his younger hairdo.
âcan we meet her?â yuuji asked, the poor boy having been oblivious to any of the social cues that nobara already had. nobara coughed at his request, eyes flicking between the two boys.
megumi shook his head. âi think thatâs enough for tonight. please, kugisaki,â he nodded his head towards the door. the girl gave him a quick salute, completing her secret handshake with yuuji before she grabbed the laptop and disappeared from their dorm back to her own.
the dark haired student ignored yuujiâs complaints as he dropped himself back onto his bunk bed, reaching for his phone. upon opening his messages, he scrolled to a contact and pressed on the chat.Â
all of the messages displayed on the screen were sent from him to the unknown contact. there was never a response, or even a read message. just âdeliveredâ. he knew that if he scrolled up it would be much the same. the last message heâd ever received was one on his 14th birthday; a simple âhappy birthday. i love you. iâm sorryâ.
hi. we miss you. i hope youâre doing okay.
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Hello again!! Back with another request because you blew the first one out of the park đ this time could it be reader is a pilot and best friends with both Rooster and Hangman but theyâve been at each otherâs throats lately so she decides to get the rest of the group in on a fainting prank she pulls on the two of them to force them to work together just fluffy worried boys
I love this and your brain đ
âHurtâ
Hangman x Rooster x Reader
âYou know next time I want a stupid opinion, Iâll ask for your input,â Rooster spits. The insult slapping Hangman as if it were Roosterâs hand.
âYou know Iâm right,â Hangman spits back. âYouâre being reckless and youâre gonna get someone killed. Focus or get the fuck out of the pilotâs seat. You donât need to be like your daddy you know.â
âThe fuck did you say to me?â Rooster asks, getting in Hangmanâs face.
âWoah, woah, hey,â you say, standing between them and holding a palm on each of their chests. âCalm the fuck down.â
âTell him to calm down,â Hangman tells you.
âTell him to watch his mouth,â Rooster counters.
These two handsome idiots are your best friends, the best youâd had in a very long time. So to see them arguing for the past two weeks had hurt more than anything.
Theyâd bicker about everything and anything. Yesterday, it was the fact that Rooster was breathing too close to Hangmanâs ear at Hard Deck. The day before that, Hangmanâs big mouth said something about Roosterâs dad and how flying with Maverick could get Rooster in the same predicament his dad didâdead.
âJust go take a walk,â you tell them. âBoth of you.â
They mutter something under their breathes but they walk away.
âWe need to do something about those two,â Phoenix tells you, wrapping and arm over your shoulders.
âYou wanna make them box it all out?â Coyote asks.
âNah, letâs make them drink their livers away and then make them fight,â Fanboy suggests.
âThose are terrible ideas,â you laugh.
âMaybe theyâll come together if something happens to you,â you hear Bob say quietly.
âWhat was that Bobby?â You ask.
The pilot turns red, looking anywhere but at you before clearing his throat and repeating, âMaybe theyâll come together if something happens to you. You know? If you get hurt?â
You rub your temple, thinking for a second before smiling and planting a kiss on his cheekâmaking him turn even more red than before.
âBobby, youâre a genius.â
~*~*~*~*~
A few beers (and a lot of bad ideas) later, you and the rest of the Dagger Squad have a plan set in motion. A plan so great, the two dumbasses will stop fighting all together.
âOkay Bobby, are we ready?â You ask.
âThey should be coming in any second,â he tells you.
See, the plan was to make it look like youâd taken a nasty fall and have Rooster and Hangman find you. What you didnât anticipate was actually falling and getting hurt.
Youâd just gotten the signal from Phoenix and Bob when you felt yourself slip from the ladder going into the jet you were set to fly that day.
It felt like a movie the way you fell.
Everyone around you screamed or yelled out. The world around you slowed down and you could see the looks of horror on Hangman and Roosterâs face.
They rushed to you but they were too late. Youâd already fallen and hit your head in the concrete floor of the hangar.
âIs she breathing?â Hangman asks, holding your head in a stable position.
âIf you would give me a second, I can check.â Rooster tells him harshly. He checks your pulse point on your neck and putting an ear by your mouth before nodding. âYeah, her heart is pounding and her breathing is shallow. We need to get her to the medic.â
Nodding, Jake lifts you into his arms and begins to race toward the medical roomâRooster on his heels.
âShe fell from the ladder going into her jet,â Rooster tells the nurse while Hangman gently places you on the gurney.
âWeâll take her to get some vitals and a CT scan.â
The two aviators fall back, watching as the nurses wheel you to another part of the medical building. Rooster is the one to speak first.
âShe terrified me,â he croaks.
âSheâs gonna be fine,â Hangman counters.
âWhy does everything turn into a fight with you?â
Hangmanâs brows raise, a surprised expression taking over his features. âWhat makes you think I want to be fighting?â
âBecause every little thing we do or talk about, turns into us fighting and Y/N stopping us!â He exclaims. He rubs his eyes, plopping himself onto a chair in the waiting room. âIâm just tired of fighting.â
âI am too,â Hangman admits. âWithout Y/N to keep us grounded, I donât know how to control myself. Itâs justâŠgod, you get under my skin.â
âSame here,â Rooster smiles.
âI thought we couldâve moved past our issues, especially after you and Mav came back when we thought you both lostâŠâ
âI thought so too.â
They sit in silence, grateful that they can enjoy it before Hangman speaks again.
âI really hope sheâs okay,â he whispers, head in his hands.
Rooster turns to face him. Heâs shocked. Heâd never seen Jake to worry for anyone but himself and maybe occasionally you. He claps his hand to Jakeâs shoulder, causing Jake to turn to him.
âSheâs gonna be fine, Jake.â
Hangman only nods. He knows if he speaks, the cracking of his voice will give away everything.
No, instead he places a hand on top of Bradleyâs and nodsâsighing when Bradley squeezes his shoulder in comfort.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later, you wake up in a dimly lit room. Beeping and the sounds of people whispering in the corner ofâŠwherever you areâŠfloat to your ears. You sit up slightly to see Hangman and Rooster standing in the corner in a conversation.
They donât look like theyâre arguingâŠbut youâve been wrong before.
âHey,â you groan. âNo fighting.â
âY/N,â they say, coming to your side, each taking one of your hands.
âHow are you feeling?â Rooster asks.
âLike I feel off a ladder.â You squeeze their hands and smile. âI guess my plan worked.â
âWhat plan?â Hangman asks, eyes meeting Roosterâs.
âTo get you two to stop fighting,â you tell them. You sigh when they open their mouths to argue with you. âDonât even try to get out of this. You know you two have been fighting for the past few weeks. I was just tired of hearing it. I didnât mean to actually get hurt.â
Theyâre silent for a bit before they smile at each other.
âWhat?â You ask. You turn to Rooster, eyes narrow. âBradley?â
âW-what?â He stutters.
âWhat is it?â
âWe talked to Phoenix,â Hangman tells you, making you swing your head to face him.
âJacob Seresin, you tell me right now.â
âShe told us about it your plan,â Bradley cuts in.
âAnd weâre very sorry we made you have to resort toâŠthis.â Jake finishes.
You look between the two of them in disbelief. âReally?â
âReally,â Bradley nods. âAnd weâll try not to fight so much.â
âIf you two start it up again, I donât k know what Iâll do,â you chuckle. âMaybe throw myself off a roof?â
âPlease donât,â Jake laughs.
Ugh⊠I need a Jake and Bradley
#glen powell#fanfic#glen powell x reader#jake hangman fic#jake hangman seresin#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman x rooster#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley rooster x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw#rooster x you#rooster x hangman#rooster imagine#rooster x reader#rooster top gun
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PLSSS soft corio comforting reader after they get he saves her(or them idm) from the arena after she tried to say a proper goodbye to her tribute (kinda like sejanus) but maybe she gets hurt and super traumatized but hes there for her idk
If I Killed Someone for You
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader (gender neutral)
Summary: It wasn't supposed to end this way. You just wanted to say goodbye to your tribute, Lamina. Luckily, your boyfriend was there and made sure you didn't get hurt. Just why do you look at him differently now?
Words: 1.5k
Themes: hurt with comfort, a bit of fluff but also angst
Warnings: slight spoilers to movie and book, small changes to canon, Pup isn't Lamina's mentor, character's death, murder, a bit of trauma, blood, comforting, a bit of argument, death, overthinking, reader feels guilty about situation, referring reader as 'you'
Author's note: Lamina deserved better so you are her mentor, fuck this idiot Pup.
It was supposed to be fluff, but it came out a bit sad and traumatic. We got a soft Coriolanus, leaving aside the fact that he killed someone in the process. Enjoy!!
It was a pure act of desperation.
You just wanted to tell Lamina what you hadn't managed to do before. You had grown close to the young girl, who was horrified by what was happening. The very fact that she was in the arena, alone, without any support was driving you crazy.
She didn't deserve what happened to her. You hoped that maybe Lamina would be able to win and would be able to return home to the family she missed so much.
With each hour of the Hunger Games, her chances seemed to get smaller and smaller. For those few days, you sat like you were on pins and needles staring at the big screen at the Academy. After a while, the helplessness returned and you had to try not to cry in front of the cameras.
Lamina did not deserve it. None of the tributes deserved it. You did everything you could to make Lamina feel as comfortable as possible during the meetings and her stay at the Capitol. In the arena, you tried your best to make sure she wasn't hungry or thirsty. You didn't want her to get hurt. That, however, was not enough. Seeing a boy from her district, Treetch, joining another group made you feel anxious.
"What if they kill her? What if he betrays herâŠ" This thought ran through your head repeatedly like a mantra.
She became weaker and weaker every day.
Your last meeting was too short. You didn't have time to say goodbye to her properly. You wanted her to know that even though you were physically somewhere else, your heart and thoughts were with her, at the arena. You had to say goodbye to her. You wouldn't forgive yourself if Lamina died without hearing a proper goodbye.
That's why you decided to see her one last time. Under cover of darkness, you crept into the arena in disguise and quietly snuck under the beam where Lamina was. Perhaps foolish and reckless, but you didn't think about the consequences. Ever since the girl got to the arena you couldn't find a place. You slept only short naps and didn't even want to meet Coriolanus, who was getting more and more worried about you.
While you were at the arena, every now and then you looked nervously around to the sides to see if anyone was coming. Lamina was surprised when you showed up. It was all surreal and you felt as if you were detached from reality. As soon as you saw Lamina you started crying. You both cried. Now the knowledge of how dangerous the arena was came to you like a powerful punch. She can't die. You don't remember what exactly you told her. You don't know if you said anything that made sense to her at all. The adrenaline made your mind kind of foggy. However, you know that it lifted her spirits. She knew you were with her and supporting her. You don't know exactly how much you were in the arena.
Everything happened so fast when Coriolanus grabbed your arm. Your brain didn't even register the fact that the boy appeared there practically out of nowhere. He looked terrified. He spoke quickly and incoherently. You only understood as he begged you to run away from there, because at any moment someone might come out of the tunnels and kill you. You were frozen with panic when it came to you. They hate the Capitol. They hate you too, and they certainly wouldn't think twice before killing you. Your fear was increased when Lamina's eyes widened in horror and only one word came out of her mouth.
Run.
Tributes began to leave the tunnels. As soon as they noticed that there were two mentors in the arena they started running towards you. Because of the adrenaline in your veins, you don't remember much of what happened next. You and Coriolanus ran as fast as you could when Coral, Mizzen, Tanner and Bobbin chased you while holding objects in their hands that could be the cause of your upcoming death.
The next scene that stuck in your mind was when your boyfriend hit one of the tributes on the head with a wooden plank. The boy fell down, and Coriolanus, without thinking much, hit him a second time. Then another and another. You looked at the body of Bobbin lying lifeless and Snow standing over him, unable to get a single word out. Your heart was raging and your head was spinning, feeling fear. You were terrified.
You couldn't tell what was the reason. The fact that you had just nearly died in the arena, orâŠ. no, it couldn't have been that. He was merely trying to defend you. Yes, that was definitely the reason. Coriolanus is not a murderer, he was justâŠ. he was terrified and acted emotionally. Bobbin would have killed him if Coryo hadn't done it first. Then you would have been next in line. Yes, that's what would have happened.
Both of you were injured, but at that moment it didn't even cross your mind to ask him how he was feeling. The Peace Keepers almost carried you out of there. Your parents were as terrified as you were. By the time you were sitting in your room wrapped in a blanket as your mother hugged you crying something finally hit you. You could have died. Your family would have been devastated. Your friends andâŠCoriolanus. Well, exactly, Coriolanus. He almost died because of your fault. Your stupidity and recklessness. Now he is injured and probably suffering, and you are not there with him. After what happened you didn't even say a stupid thank you to him.
"What were you even thinking! You could have died there! Did you even think about your loved ones? About me? What would have happened to me if you had died there? If I didn't get there in time!" Coriolanus repeated walking in circles around the empty classroom, the next morning. You had your head bent down, and tears were running down your cheeks. How could you do something like that?
Coriolanus sighed and sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you closer.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell like that. You're probably still terrified. I was justâŠscared. I was scared that I would lose you."
It seemed to you that his voice cracked as the boy pressed his cheek against your head.
"Don't do that again. Don't scare me like that. If you had died I wouldn't have forgiven myself. I wouldn't be able to live normally." He whispered in your ear with a trembling voice.
"I'm here, love. I will always be until you have had enough of me. Although, most likely, even then I won't give you a break." A quiet, slightly trembling chuckle left his lips, at which you also smiled involuntarily.
"Enough of you? Never." you replied in an amused voice gently pulling away, but still remaining in his embrace. "I'm sorry, CoryoâŠI'm so terribly sorry for you. I just wanted to say goodbye to Lamina. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I don't want her-"
"Shhh, it's okay." Coriolanus rested his forehead against yours and took your face in his hands gently stroking your cheeks. "It is past. The most important thing is that we came out of it alive. Lamina is also alive and relatively well, excluding the circumstances."
"Thank you, Coryo. Thank you for everything. For saving me that night and that you do not resent me for it." You whispered, trying not to cry. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm and placed a gentle kiss on it.
Coriolanus' face moved closer to yours and he gently brushed your lips with his own as if he was afraid he would frighten you.
"I am angry at you. Earlier even furious, but I love you too much to stay mad at you." Coryo gently rubbed his nose against yours and looked into your eyes.
His beautiful blue eyes. Cold, but at the same time it makes you feel at home. Eyes that yesterday were raging and at one pointâŠfull of hatred.
Your smile slowly disappeared as you remembered what happened to Bobbin.
"Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday-" you started uncertainly, but Coriolanus cut you off.
"No." His voice seemed cold and in a moment you were embarrassed and your heart beat faster. You were the reason he had to do it, and now you're reminding him of it. Maybe he thinks you are blaming it on him.
Your thoughts, however, were interrupted by your boyfriend's voice. Softer this time.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't want to do it, but it was stronger than meâŠPlease don't hate me. I love you and I did it for you too."
His eyes were glassy and he seemed panicked. You shook your head in denial and took his hand in yours bringing it close to your lips and kissed his knuckles.
"No, you're a good person, Coryo. Nothing has changed. I continue to love you, and you only proved me during the night that I couldn't find a better one."
Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.
"You know you don't have toâŠyou don't have to be afraid of me. I wouldn't hurt you. Never."
You froze for a brief moment. It was as if he was reading your mind. How could you think that about him? He saved you. If not for him, you would be dead.
It was stronger than that. When he approached you this morning your heart was beating faster and a chill went through your body.
"It's because I love him. Typical reaction" You repeated to yourself in your mind.
Every time you felt his hands stroking your hair while you were hugging, you thought about how tightly he gripped that wooden plank with which he cracked the head of the boy in the arena. How the blood spurted onto his snow white shirt from his school uniform. And those eyes. The eyes that always made you feel butterflies in your stomach, and then they seemed so unfamiliar. You thought about how later after the situation at the arena, he tried to approach you, and you took a step back with your eyes wide open in horror.
Of course, he knew. You don't need to read minds to know that. And he was intelligent. He knew right away.
"I know, I know, Coryo. It's justâŠ" you knew that if you continued your voice would break. Besides, you didn't know what to say. You snuggled into his neck hugging him more tightly at the waist. You don't want to hurt him with such thoughts, but they are so intrusive. You can't get them out of your head despite his reassurances, affectionate words and gentle touch. "I'm sorry, I should be there for you, and I'm making everything worse."
You whispered soaking the collar of his shirt with your tears.
His hand went to your hair gently stroking it.
"Stop, it's not your fault."
You stayed like that in each other's embrace, in silence. Words are not important now. What is important is that you are together and nothing will change that.
He will not hurt you. Yes, he won't hurt you.
#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x reader#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#coriolanus snow#tbosas#coriolanus x you#thg x reader#hunger games x reader#character x reader#x you#x reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow fic
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A Broken Rib (drabble)
Summary: You broke a rib during a stunt, earning yourself a scolding by your girlfriend.
Warrnings: mention of bruising? and some errors (reread this maybe twice)
Author's Note: A small little drabble cause I wanted to get something out for you all but these wips are kicking my ass rn. Also this is inspired by an interview where Britney Snow (i think) broke a rib during a stunt where she had to ram against a car to break it's widow and a fic I read a bit ago were Jenna sprains her ankle at work when she's distracted by a video of reader. (sadly I can't find it or I'd link it) Hope you enjoy đ©”
Word Count: 431
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âYouâre never doing that again.â Jenna reprimands a look in her eyes that says thereâs no room for negotiation. However, it was an accident, you knew that and she knew that. The stunt was easy, even your manager agreed that you could ram yourself into the car for the scene. It didnât stop Jenna from worrying though, the second she was told about your hospital visit a nervous pit settled deep in her stomach.Â
âJen.â You groan, youâre in need of sleep and just want to be held in the shorter girl's arms while you watch your favorite comfort movie. âDonât Jen, me Iâm not the one in trouble, you are.â Crossing her arms, you finally notice just how high her anxiety was. Understanding exactly how much stress someone could put themselves under when not knowing the condition of their loved one. You had experienced the same mounting fear when she sprained her ankle on set a year ago.
You sigh, never wanting to make her sick with worry especially when you were fine. âBaby, Iâm okay. Itâs one broken rib, plenty of people get broken ribs and survive.âÂ
âIâm just a little sore.â You add, prodding at the growing colors splayed across your abdomen. âAnd bruised.â Jenna mumbles knowing sheâs not gonna get anywhere with you. You grab her hand placing it above your heart. âIâm fine. We got the shot, neither I nor Naomi need to redo it.âÂ
âSheâs doing all your stunts from now on and I mean it.â Jenna gives you her best stern eyes but she knows you, youâre just like her when it comes to things like this. If you can do it yourself then why not?Â
âYou know I canât promise that.â Jenna sighs knowing youâre right. She gently wraps you up in a hug, careful not to hurt you further. Sheâll have plenty of time to scold you but for now sheâd rather get you into bed to rest. âJust take it easy next time, okay? If you need a break, take one.âÂ
âI will. I promise.â Promising sincerely, your y/e/c eyes boring into her soft brown ones. âToo bad thereâs not gonna be a scar though, I heard women love scars.â You tease, breaking the tension.
âOh my god, please shut up.â Jenna says hiding her face in your neck at your embarrassing statement. Unable to contain her chuckle at your silly excuse for flirting. âI love you, even though youâre a reckless idiot.âÂ
âYeah but Iâm your reckless idiot.âÂ
Squeezing her tighter in your hold. âI love you too.â
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega#we'll see how long I keep this up#i also couldn't stop singing#baby back ribs from chilli's theme song so...#good luck reading this when thats my head space#have all these ended in I love yous??#fics by the gay
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Headcanons if Avatar!Grace lived and raised Kiri alongside the Sullys and adopted Spider:
"Jake Sully, I know damn well that you didn't just ground your son for recklessness! 'You wanna hear about reckless? How about the time you taunted a baby hammerhead titanothere and its mother before being chased into the jungle by a Thanator like the asshat you are."
Spider is depressed because Neytiri has yet to warm up to him. Grace gathers him up like he's still a baby and since she's a Na'vi and he's a human, it's so easy to do: "Give her some time, kiddo. Neytiri has lost more than most to the Sky People. In the meantime, go find your sister. I think she's been wanting to show you her newest verse in her songcord."
"Neteyam, sometimes you gotta just ignore your father. He's a jarhead. No. I'm not telling you what that means."
Kiri when she's vocal about her insecurities and how she feels different from everyone else. Grace silently listens before saying: "You hear Eywa? Normally, I would call you crazy from a scientist's perspective... but after what Eywa has done for me... After she saved all that I am in this body while the human one died, and after she gave me you, I don't think it sounds as crazy anymore. You're a miracle, baby. My sweet little miracle. You and your brother are so special, and any moron who says otherwise must have a death wish."
Ever watch Once Upon a Time? Remember this scene between Regina and Emma? —ïž
Quaritch: He's my son-!
Grace: HE'S NOT, HE'S MINE!
"Jake, Lo'ak came to me traumatized because he walked in on you and Neytiri."
Jake: It was an accident. But at the same time, he can't just walk in without announcing himself.
"No? Huh. That's funny. Hey, I think Norm should go talk to your son about the time you wheeled in on him and Trudy--"
Speaking of Norm, Grace has a hard time being able to fit herself in their portable biolab due to the size so Norm and Max build a large greenhouse and lab meant for Grace's new height difference. They can't change the fact that the microscopes are still too small for her hands, however.
"If my hands weren't capable of crushing the damn thing I would've done it myself instead of letting you idiots tamper the samples with your saliva AGAIN."
She still teaches all the village kids how to speak English among other human customs. A new school is built in the mountains and Tuk is her best student, obviously.
Grace vocally admits she prefers Jake in a wheelchair because he was easier to push around. To which Jake responds: "Woman, you know damn well you still push me around."
Here's some more angst: Kiri and Spider are arguing and I believe this scene comes from the live action Mowgli movie:
Kiri: You're my best friend, Spider. I understand what it's like for no one to want you. I don't have any friends neither. But we have each other and we're like the same--
Spider: We're not the same.
Kiri: We are. Because- you're special, and I'm special--
Spider: WE'RE NOT SPECIAL! Don't you get it?! We'll never be one of them! We're freaks! You're not special, Kiri! It's just something Mom tells you to make you feel better about yourself BECAUSE YOU CAME OUT WRONG!
(Side note: Wow. I just made myself cry.)
Grace would be beside herself. She's trying to comfort Kiri after the fight and trying to figure out what to do with Spider. She knows she should ground him, but at the same time, she knows where he's coming from and why he finally snapped. With Quaritch hunting them and likely trying to take Spider back, the boy is beyond stressed on top of still trying to fit in.
Lo'ak ended up being the one who got Kiri and Spider to make up after giving each other the silent treatment for a week. Lo'ak understood them better than Grace ever could.
Grace, with Rotxo, probably: If you break my daughter's heart, then I'll break your tail.
Jake is trying to get his whole family to behave alongside the Metkayina so that they could stay there and not get kicked out. He didn't realize he'll have to make GRACE AUGUSTINE behave on top of that.
Ronal and Grace have MAD respect for each other you can't convince me otherwise.
I NEED to see Avatar!Grace riding a skimwing with the brightest smile on her face that would be so amazing.
Tsireya buddies up to her immediately, sticking to her side like glue and asking a hundred questions, usually followed by "Can I take Kiri and Spider swimming?"
Ao'nung keeps a good several feet between himself and Grace. He's suspicious and she straightens him out with one glare, ESPECIALLY after he bullied her kids around for being freaks.
Grace even got Tonowari to laugh when she came dragging his son home by the ear for talking rudely to her.
Grace is like a second mom to Neytiri when they're so far away from home.
And finally:
"I'm too old for this bullshit."
Please reblog and add your own headcanons! I need more Grace
#grace augustine#avatar 2#avatar 2009#avatar the way of water#avatar#avatar way of water#james cameron avatar#avatar imagine#avatar wow#atwow#james cameron#atwow headcanons#avatar headcanons#headcanon#jake sully#neytiri#adopted spider#adopted spider socorro#spider socorro#miles spider socorro#atwow kiri#avatar kiri#kiri#loak sully#loak#lo'ak sully#lo'ak#neteyam avatar#neteyam sully#avatar!grace lives au
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Heart - Eddie Munson
Note: I wrote this as I was listening to Heart by The Pretty Reckless. This is the song the reader sings.
Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, Eddie being an idiot. Some uses of Fuck here and there.
Requested? No.
Words: 1414
Song link: Heart - The Pretty Reckless
Enjoy :)
Seeing Eddie everyday now talking with that girl was breaking your heart. No, you werenât dating, no, he didnât know you liked him either. You only realized you were in love with him last year and he was so opposed to love itself it always hurt you.
Thatâs when you started a band and started writing sad songs, to try and put this kind of love somewhere other than him.Â
âCome on, princessâŠâ Eddie was walking beside you in the hallways. âWhat do you have today thatâs so important?â
âBand practice, Munson, I told you all week about that.â
âAnd after that?âÂ
âWhy donât you call Steve? Or, I donât know, that girl youâve been talking about.â You gulped after saying it, you wanted to hit yourself.Â
He stopped, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.
âOuch.â He said, putting a hand on his heart, being the clown he was. âBesides, I donât want to call any of them. Iâm asking you.â
â...â You sighed, turning to him. âAlright. Iâll go then.â
You rolled your eyes, opening your locker.Â
âYouâre the best!âÂ
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After the band practice, you went home to take a shower to go to Eddieâs trailer to see him as you promised you would.
You looked through all your clothes three times until you found something youâd like to wear, nervous that he had called you specifically to go with him to whatever he was planning to do.Â
You got the car and drove yourself to the trailer park all dolled up for him. This was it, maybe you should tell him that you liked him today.
His van wasnât there, maybe he was buying food for you both, maybe you would watch a movie tonight.
Getting out of your car, you knocked on the door, since Wayneâs truck was parked there, and waited.
âOh, hello kiddo. What are you doing here?â Wayne smiled at you as he opened the door.
âHello Wayne.â You gave him a little hug. âUh, Eddie asked me to comeâŠâ
The rain started to fall lightly, making noises from the hood of the car and from hitting the top of the trailer.
âWhat? No, he went out with that girl⊠Heather?â He said, unsure of himself.
Your smile dropped.
âWhat? No, he asked me to comeâŠâ Your lips trembled as you held in your tears.
âIâm so sorry, kiddo.â Wayne looked at you with pity. âWant me to tell him you came here to see him?â
âUh, no, Iâll tell him tomorrow.â You gave him a false smile, still holding your tears. âBye, Wayne, thanks for telling me.â
âBye, kiddo.â The man still looked at you with pity. âDrive safely.â
âWill do.â
You walked in the rain to your car, you honestly werenât feeling anything, your body was numb. Was that how a heartbreak felt?
You drove all the way to Steveâs house, knowing well that Robin was there right now. As you parked the car near the entrance, you stayed there, looking at the rain pouring. It was almost as you were feeling inside right now.
You decided to get out of the car after some minutes there in complete silence, walking to Steveâs door and knocking.
âYes, Robin, it must be the piz- Heyâ Steve stopped in his tracks as he saw you there all wet from the rain. âCome on in.âÂ
âWas it the pi- y/n! What happened?â Robin walked from the kitchen, clearly waiting for their dinner.
This time you let the tears run free from your eyes, your make up was already ruined by the rain.Â
âHeâs with her.âÂ
âWhat? Who is with who?â Robin walked to you, holding your face with both hands as Steve went to get you a towel.
âEddieâŠâÂ
âOh yeah, werenât you supposed to go to his trailer?â She started rambling.
âHe wasnât there. Wayne told me he went out with Heather.â
âOh, baby, Iâm so sorry.â Robin hugged your trembling frame, she didnât care about getting wet too.
âOkay, what did I miss?â Steve put his hands on his hips, looking at you both.
âMunson is an idiot.â Robin stated, looking at her best friend through your shoulder.
âOkay then.â Steve held his hands up in surrender.
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The other day, Robin was walking you to your locker as she read the new lyrics you wrote the last night.
âThis is really good.âÂ
âEverything I feel in a piece of paper.â You said as you opened your locker and got your lyrics back.
âHey, sweetheart.â Eddie hugged you as he walked to your locker with the hellfire club.
âHad fun last night?â You asked, didnât even hug him back.
âHow do you kn- of fuck, sweetheart, I completely forgot!âÂ
âYou donât say.â You rolled your eyes, getting your textbook and notebook in hand, closing the locker again. âCall me when you learn to be responsible.â
As you walked to class, Robin turned to him, pissed.
âYouâre a piece of shit.â She started. âYou know she likes you and you do that to her?â
âShe what?â Eddie choked on his own saliva.
âDonât be an idiot, think, Munson, think!â Robin gave him a flick on the forehead. âMan up.â
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It was finally Saturday night, your band was finally getting ready to play at the Hideout.Â
âYouâre pretty like this, y/n/nâ Robin said as she held her drumsticks.
âIâm nervous.âÂ
âI know. Relax.â She jokes.
âOh, thanks, Iâm better.â You answer, showing her the middle finger and making her laugh.
All of your friends were there. Steve, Nancy, Eddie⊠Even the rest of the Corroded Coffin, since some of the Hellfire were too young to be there. You went onstage, smiling at them as you started.
After some songs, you decided to play your new song.Â
âThis is a new song I wrote after a heartbreak.â You started, your band getting ready to play it. âItâs called Heart.â
Never wanted to feel Never wanted you to steal my heart Never wanted to know Never wanted to show I'm weak
I'm falling all over myself Trying to be someone else I wish you were there to walk me home So I wouldn't have to feel alone
You closed your eyes, feeling the tears starting to appear.
Always wanted to beAlways wanted you to see my heartAlways wanted your loveAlways wanted, but never was
I'm falling all over myself
Trying to be someone else
I wish you were there to walk me home
So I wouldn't have to feel alone
I'm falling all over myself
Dying to be someone else
I wish you were there to walk me homeI
don't wanna fight the world alone
Steve noticed the obvious lyrics and gave a small slap behind Eddieâs head.
Never told you beforeNever loved you more
Eddie finally realized the song was about him, widening his eyes at you.
I'm falling all over myself
Trying to be someone else
I wish you were there to walk me home
So I wouldn't have to feel alone
I'm falling all over myself
Dying to be someone else
I wish you were there to walk me home
I don't wanna fight the world alone
I don't wanna fight the world alone
I don't wanna fight the world alone
That was your last song of the night. After that, you started to put away the instruments in one of the girlâs boyfriendâs van. As you were at it, Eddie walked over to talk.
âCan we talk?â He looked at you expectantly.Â
âWhereâs Heather?â You asked as you were helping the girls with the Drumms.
âCome onâŠâ He pleaded, looking at you with those big doe eyes.
âYou left me in the rain and went out with someone else.â You started. âAfter you insisted I should go to your trailer that day. I donât know if this was on purpose or if youâre just dumb.â
âLook, I know nothing I say will make it all right againâŠâ He looked at you as the rain started to pour.
âGood. Itâs your time to be left in the rain.â You sighed. âIâm not okay to talk about this now.â
âI want to make this right again.âÂ
âGood luck, Munson.â You entered the van after Robin. âYou will need it.â
He opened his mouth to speak as you closed the side door of the van.
And thatâs how he stayed, looking at the van as the rain was falling.
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Hello! I was wondering if I can get a request please. The reader works for Lockwood and Co but she has the complete opposite personality of what Lockwood has (ex: reader is more of listener rather than a talker and when she is around new people she is more on the quiet side until she gets comfortable around them) and Lockwood falls for the reader. Thank you!
Ain't a Life a Many Splendored Thing?
a/n: a bit of a shorter post but I think I might make it into a series!! I loved this prompt and I loved writing it sm!!! it's not much but I didn't want to write more before knowing if yall would want a part 2 :) also yes the title is from hello hello by elton john from the hit movie gnomeo and juliet.
pairing: lockwood x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
warnings: none :)
tags: @hufflepuff1619 (thank you for the request!) @oblivious-idiot @tangledinlove @ikeasupremacy @givemea-dam-break @neewtmas [if u guys want to be put on a tag list just lmk in the comments!!! also if i missed anyone im sorry!!!!]
The moment that you stepped into 35 Portland Row for your interview, it was obvious to everyone that Lockwood was a goner.
You two were clearly exact opposites- where he was confident and cocky, you seemed more reserved and humble. Where he was reckless, you seemed calculated and exact. And it was now evident that while he found it natural to talk in order to prevent awkward silences around new people (especially those whom he found to be very attractive), you were perfectly comfortable with listening to him ramble.
âAnd right up here is the attic.â He was saying now as the two of you climbed up the creaking stairs. âYou've met Lucy, obviously- this is her room. And yours as well, if you choose to live here.â He watched you take in the room, filled with Lucy's drawings and scarce decorations on the walls, your eyes lingering on the small bed hastily shoved in the corner. He looked at you with apprehension, admittedly a little worried that you would turn to him and say that you'd changed your mind and reject the employment offer.
Instead, you turned to him with a slight smile on your face and said, âIs it ok with Lucy? If I stay here?â Instantly, Lockwood was filled with relief. âIt was her idea, actually.â He said softly, watching you nod in understanding. âAlright then.â You said, a sense of finality in your voice. Lockwood smiled and watched as you walked to set the small bag of belongings you had taken to your interview on top of your new bed. âI'll leave you to it, then. Dinner should be ready soon.â He said to you. You didn't respond, but Lockwood wasn't worried- he knew exactly what your soft smile was meant to convey.
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âLockwood, I just- I don't know if she fits here.â It had been only 3 days after you had officially joined Lockwood & Co., but Lockwood wasn't necessarily surprised by the remark George threw him from across the table that morning. You and Lucy were asleep, still tired after facing an infuriating ambush from a large cluster of Type Ones while on a Type Two case.
âWhat do you mean, George?â Lockwood asked as he took a sip of his tea. âI mean, she's just so quiet. She never speaks, and when she does it's either in one word responses or a couple phrases- even then, she mostly only ever talks to you. I'm just worried about how well she'll be able to communicate in the future.â George explained, his hands moving wildly about.
âYou haven't seen her in the field, George- she's brilliant. Her sight is comparable to mine, and her touch⊠it's like Lucy with her Listening. Yes, she's a bit⊠reserved, but I'm sure she just needs to warm up to us, is all.â Lockwood smiled at his friend as he took another sip of tea, peeling open the front page of a new issue of True Hauntings.
âDon't think I didn't notice how you avoided the comment about how she only seems to talk to you.â George grumbled, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. Lockwood didn't look up from the text on the page in front of him as he mumbled a soft âI don't know what you're talking about.â George scoffed in response, starting to say something that sounded a lot like âyou're clearly gone for her, why do I even tryâ, when you walked in, hair amess and blinking sleep out of your eyes.
The kitchen fell into immediate silence, George's face flushing in embarrassment as you looked at him, your expression unreadable. âIf you're going to talk about me, you could at least do it while I'm around.â Lockwood looked up at that as he didn't notice you silently entering the kitchen. He took in your sleep-addled state and the look of fear in George's eyes. And then you were softly smiling. âI was joking, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.â You said before sitting down next to Lockwood.
George snorted. âI think that's the most you've said to me the entire time you've been here.â George said, apparently taking your joke to heart. Lockwood softly kicked George under the table, but you just laughed a little.
Deciding to change the subject, Lockwood turned to you with a smile. âI'm sorry for him. What he meant to say was good morning. Would you like some tea?â You smiled at Lockwood, and he was hit with the thought that it mightve been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. âYes, please.â You responded. Lockwood nodded, getting up to turn the kettle on once more.
The morning passed like that- you and George softly trading barbs with one another, Lockwood making you your tea and toast, and Lucy stumbling in once you were almost done with breakfast and mumbling a âgmorninâ to you and the boys. Soon, the discussion turned from an easygoing conversation over breakfast and lapsed into a more serious discussion as Lockwood started explaining the cases that you all had scheduled for that night.
You and Lockwood would be going out to a house that was reported to contain a Type Two and a couple Type Ones, George would be staying home to do some research for a bigger case the four of you had coming up the next week (he had also gotten injured a couple of days ago and his wound hadn't fully healed), and Lucy would be going to an office afflicted by a couple Type Ones.
Lockwood had been too busy dishing out the information for the night's events to realize that you hadn't been talking. It was only after Lucy and George had nodded in understanding and set out to set their own respective tasks- Lucy heading down to the basement and George getting ready to go to the Archives- when Lockwood looked to you and realized that you had been drawing on the Thinking Cloth the entire time.
He leaned over slightly, watching as you drew a small landscape on a tiny piece of empty space with a green pen that Lockwood wasn't sure he had ever seen before. He smiled as you drew, watching the concentration on your face. âDid you hear the cases for tonight?â He asked softly, watching the quirk at the corner of your lips.
âGeorge is doing research, Lucy's got a couple of Type Ones, and you and me have got the Type Two.â You clicked your pen, signaling that you were finished with your drawing, and then you turned to look at Lockwood. âHow'd I do?â You asked softly. âWith the cases, or the drawing?â You shrugged, a look in your eyes that told him âboth.â He smiled. âExcellent.â He whispered, making you smile.
Eventually, the two of you migrated from the kitchen to the library. Lockwood sat in his favorite armchair, surveying a stack of recent magazines as he decided which one to read first. You left the room quickly, and Lockwood frowned at your departure as he settled into the chair with a week old gossip rag.
But as quickly as you left, you had returned, a book in your hand as you sat down in the chair next to Lockwood. You two sat there for a while, Lockwood taking breaks to explain to you different London Society news while you happily listened and Lockwood smiling to himself every time you reached a point in your book that made you laugh or make some sort of exclamation of disbelief.
He was content, he realized, to just sit there and exist by your side. While he normally felt the need to make his presence known, to charm and impress anyone he mightâve just met, he found that he was very happy to just sit and read with you.
An hour or so later, Lockwood decided that he wanted to go down to the basement and get some training in before the case that night. He was about to ask you if you'd care to join before he noticed that you had fallen asleep, arms curled around your legs and head laying peacefully against the cushioning of the chair. He smiled as he closed his magazine, getting up slowly and draping a blanket over you without a sound.
As Lockwood walked out of the library, he realized that George had been right. Not about you not fitting in- no, you had definitely proven George wrong. Instead, he was forced to admit that George might've been right about Lockwood being gone for you.
hehehe thanks for reading!!! I just put in my 2 weeks at my soul sucking part time job so I'll hopefully have more motivation to work on these hehe!!! I'll also be making a masterlist very soon- I've been meaning to do that for a while
also if yall want a part 2, pls lmk! I loved writing this and I think I could do a lot more w it hehehehe. anywhom if you've read this far, thank you for reading!!! love u!
mwah, linnie
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Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy? Thank you!
Relationship HCs with Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy! (SEPERATE)
Includes:....Cana, Lisanna, Lucy, and GN Reader (a bit of fem reader pictured, but it's not stated.)
Let's be real, there's NO way you can match her when it comes to drinking.
If you can, you're like a godsend to her.
Anyways. She's protective and easily jealous when it comes to you.
Like, someone could look at you the wrong way and she'd be like: "You got a problem??"
She tells you what the cards say about you two because she gets excited.
She's chaotic and you love her for it. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't!
She always has an arm wrapped around you. She just loves feeling your skin against hers.
She's a big spoon for sure. She just loves hugging you tight.
She will ALWAYS fight with you and go on missions with you. You two are a duo that NO ONE can break up.
She calls you things like: "Dollface", "Doll", and "Darling".
She does anything to see you get red in the face. She finds it so adorable.
Be prepared to be shown off EVERYWHERE. She loves showing you off because of how special you are to her.
She'd be the type to have rudely sweet advice. Like, she'd tell you that you're fucking stupid for thinking you're ugly, but mean it affectionately.
Your clothes are hers, but her clothes are hers.
She's the man of the relationship, even if you're amab or afab. She don't care.
She's very similar to her sister. She's just the cutest girlfriend.
She's not jealous because she trusts you, but she does defend you no matter what.
If you're wrong, she will let you know in the kindest way possible.
There's no arguing with her. She's too sweet to let it go that far.
She brought you to her siblings the first week you two were dating to see if they liked you.
They did, which made her happy.
She called you thins like: "Sweetheart", "Love", and "Honey".
You two got promise rings!!
She was the little spoon!! She loved feeling your arms around her. It made her feel so safe.
When she passed, you put her promise ring on your left hand while yours was on the right.
You never got into another relationship after her. You felt as if it would disrespect her, seeing as how you both planned on getting married.
You visit her grave every day since she died. You clean it and bring new flowers everytime. You talk to her as if she's still there.
You know she's gone, but you can't help but hold her near and dear to your heart.
You know she's watching over you. You stay strong, for her sake and her siblings' sake.
CONSTANT sleepovers. You basically live with her at this point.
She's more of a gift kind of person. She prefers spoiling you to show her affection. That and quality time.
You two plan out dates whenever you're free. Movie dates, picnic dates, watching the stars dates, etc. Nothing is out of the picture!
She's the little spoon. She likes when you hold her, since she feels safe with you.
She's a little awkward when it comes to initating pda, so you're usually the one who does it first.
You're her protector. You fight for her no matter what and she loves you for it.
She's the one who patches your wounds and calls you an idiot for being reckless.
Her spirits LOVE you. Even Aquarius is nice to you, which surprises the hell out of Lucy.
When Aquarius first met you, she interrogated the hell out of you.
Eventually, she came to like you and actually congratulated Lucy on pulling.
You were the first to read her book, sorry Levy!!
She trusts you with her life.
She calls you things like: "Babe", "Darling", and "Idiot".
She's definitely rude. But like, in the way you can tell she cares deeply about you and is just joking around.
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Amelia Rose Thorndyke (movie Amy Rose)
I know thereâs a slim chance of this happening but I think it would be interesting if they gave the human characters from Sonic X another chance, the Thorndyke to be more specific.
Context: (probably take place in movie 3)
Backstory- Just like in the show, Chris is a pretty lonely kid until Amy Rose crashes into his life 6-7 years ago (literally crashing into their family pool). After a late-night rescue, Chris takes in the small pink hedgehog to make sure itâs OK. Chris originally wanted to keep Amy a secret, but those plans were ruined the very next morning when Chuck, Ella, and Mr. Tanaka discovered her when Chris was trying to find food suitable for the little pink hedgehog. They were a bit skeptical at first, but after some convincing from Chrisâs end was allowed to stay until he could confront his parents about it. Chris was concerned that their growing friendship would be cut short once his parents returned, luckily Amy managed to warm her way into the hearts of everyone in the household, even his parents and uncle. Years later Amy Rose is considered a part of the family and is spoiled with love thanks to Lindsey and Ella. Over the years Amy was able to chase away Chrisâs loneliness but unfortunately not her own. Although Amy spends much of her time with Chris and her family, she feels isolated from the outside world. She understands the rules set by Mr. And Mrs.Thorndyke to never go outside to keep her safe, but she still canât help but feel sad that she canât meet anyone new or someone like her.
Those feelings come to an end when a shocking new cast reveals three beings that were like her, the blue hedgehog the most. The second the story was over Amy rushed over to her parents begging them to take her to green hills to meet these heroes. They immediately shoot down the idea, saying itâs too dangerous, and it could be a trap. This leads to a heated argument between the three ending with Amy being grounded until further notice. Feeling defeated Amy goes to her room as told. Left alone with her thoughts once again she came to one conclusion, she was going to take things into her own hands. That night she runs away to find the three heroes and hopefully go on an adventure to remember.
Sonic and Amy- unlike other iterations of Amy and Sonic's donât see eye to eye as much at least at the start. Before Amy met the gang she built this image of the heroes that donât quite compare to who they are. Despite this she gets along with knuckles and tails (though they are nothing like she imagined) itâs Sonic she has a problem with. Not only did he fail to meet every expectation she had for him, heâs also a jerky, reckless idiot in Amy's eyes. Sonic was always doing or saying something stupid getting them into trouble. Not to mention he always left her behind and never took her seriously (that is no way to treat a lady). This prompts her to prove him wrong by jumping head-first into danger that she believes she can handle (she is a bit of a hypocrite). On Sonicâs end, he sees Amy as a spoiled reckless brat who doesnât understand anything. Itâs a bit harsh but it's hard not to think that she is constantly getting into trouble when she can barely control her powers and keep making things difficult when he tries to leave her somewhere safe (sonic is also a hypocrite). Worst of all she left behind a perfectly good family to go on an âadventureâ. Sonic would have done anything to have Tom and Maddie as a family on day one, so Amy's drives frustrated him. These frustrations grow during the adventure eventually leading to a heated argument between the two hedgehogs (similar to the argument Sonic had with Tom in the first film). Amy leaves the team hurt and conflicted by her original hope and goal.
âWas she selfish for running away in hopes of meeting others like her? Should she just return home where sheâd be safe and out of their way?â She couldnât help but feel guilty for her behavior towards the team (specifically Sonic) and her parents. She had come all this way to meet them only to show how much of a burden she was and she probably had her family worried sick. Wanting to set things right she decided to head back to the team to give them a proper apology before returning home where she would be out of their hair (quills) for good. Before she can do anything she gets kidnapped by Eggman or Shadow.
Back with team Sonic, Knuckles and Tails are disappointed by how Sonic handled things. They agree that Amy can be a bit of a handful at times but she has also proven to have her strengths (though thereâs room for improvement). Tails even insisted that they have a lot in common if they BOTH take the time to get to know each other. Sonic disagrees that heâs anything like her until he crosses paths with Chris.
It turns out that as soon as the Thorndykes found out Amy Rose was missing Mr and Mrs Thorndyke heard straight to green hills while Chuck and Chris followed their trail to find Amy ( behind Nelson and Lindsey's back of course). This leads to them eventually catching up with Sonic and the gang but still no sight of Amy.
Upon meeting with the humans, they both learn that Amy has been kidnapped. Like everyone else, Sonic shares concerns for Amy's safety, though he lets slip an offhanded comment about her getting into trouble again which Chris and Chuck donât take lightly.
On the way to rescue Amy, the team gets to know the new humans leading to a heart-to-heart between Sonic and Chris (this could work with Chuck but I think Chris needs some redemption after his Sonic X iteration). Chris let Sonic know that thereâs more to Amy than her sometimes feisty nature. Sheâs always proven to be the most kind and compassionate person he has ever known and is always doing something amazing when no oneâs around to appreciate it (foreshadowing of the scene with Shadow and Amy). He also laments his mistake of not noticing sooner how lonely and isolated Amy felt which caught Sonicâs attention. As Chris continues he reveals to Sonic how having a family from the beginning Amy never had as much freedom to explore or had any friends of her own. She didnât even know there were others like her a couple of weeks ago. Knowing this Sonic felt he owed Amy a second chance and maybe an apology.
Fast forward after rescuing Amy, Shadow, and Amyâs scene, the team saves the world (this going on long enough)
With the day bringing save and families reunited Sonic and Amy meet face to face once again. Before Sonic can voice his apology Amy starts to tearfully apologize to Sonic about her behavior. To comfort her, Sonic hugs Amy telling her heâs sorry he wasnât the nicest guy either. Sonic even suggests that they could start over and she can join the team. Amy agrees to start over but suggests that she hold off on joining the team for a bit. She doesnât believe sheâs ready to team due to her lack of control over her abilities (at the time sonic and Amy didnât know about the impact Amy had on shadow and how it helped a lot in the long run. Amy also feels she needs a lot of self-reflection after their adventure (sheâs still guilty for causing so much trouble for the team and possibly being responsible for Shadow's sacrifice himself).
After some parting banter (less rough compared to their first meeting) Amy promises when they meet again for their next adventure sheâll be stronger than ever.
First thing when the hedgehogs arrive home both get teased by their siblings/family about their new friend).
Bonus content:
Chris and Amy have a sibling relationship, so like siblings, they can get on each other's nerves from time to time.
Nelson and Lindsey both help fund the Wachowskiâs expenses that the government wonât help cover for Sonic, tails, and knuckles. Chuck also helps fund tails projects cause he has taken a liking to the little fox (though the project Chuck and Tail work on together can get a bit wild).
Chris, Chuck, and Tails whenever they visit each other work on new inventions together. This may include an explosion or two, much to the concern of the adults (between the Wachowskis and the Thorndyke).
Although Sonic and Amy are on better terms they often have a hard time complimenting each other face to face stating that it would âgo to their headâ. Occasionally a compliment sometimes does slip out from one of them which causes both of them to become flustered whenever it happens.
Sonic and Amy, both still share banter, though it comes out a bit flirtatious to onlookers which knuckles, tails, and Chris happily teased them about.
After their adventure, Amy loses a bit of confidence in herself and holds a lot of guilt for nearly costing Sonic his life (when Sonic got shot into space trying to rescue Amy) and the loss of shadow. This is one of the many reasons Amy is hesitant to join the team even when she gets better control of her powers. When Sonic learns of this, he isnât having it, giving Amy a heart-to-heart talk about how she should give herself more credit ( and maybe mentioning how heâs been through something similar).
Sonic eventually learns about what Amy did for Shadow and other âsmallâ deeds that helped the team a lot more than Amy thinks. Sonic gained a lot of respect and admiration for her after that. (Heâll let her know that whenever Amy is being too hard on herself with her shortcomings).
Whenever Sonic and Amy go on their ânot dateâ dates Sonic offers to pay for the expenses despite Amy being loaded. (Amyâs not sure if he's just being a gentleman or he forgot sheâs rich but sheâll take it).
Despite having a rough introduction with Ella(Amy nearly gave Ella a heart attack when she first arrived), Amy and Ella have the strongest bond, especially in the kitchen. They both enjoy cooking delicious meals and baked goods for the whole family to enjoy. And whenever Sonic and the gang come to visit she always appreciates the extra hands she gets in the kitchen. The boys also appreciate the food Amy and Ella make for them when they visit.
Mr. Tanaka serves as a butler and bodyguard to the Thorndyke household. He gives both Amy and Chris self-defense lessons to show that he cares about them in his own way (and to keep them safe). Mr. Tanaka was originally on the fence with Sonic due to Amy losing so much of her confidence in herself the last time she interacted with Sonic. Once he gets both sides of the story, heâs more understanding, though he is still protective of Miss Rose when Sonic is around.
Sam Speed and Amy often have a hard time seeing eye to eye with each other due to Samâs blunt and overconfident nature. Similar to Sonic X, Sam developed a rivalry with Sonic once he learned of Sonic's super speed.
#amy rose#sonamy#sonic movie 3#movie amy rose#sonic the hedgehog#procreate#shadow the hedgehog#miles tails prower#knuckles the series#knuckles the echidna#sorry if thereâs errors#sonic X#chris thorndyke
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out of sight, out of mind
poe dameron x reader
this fic is the prequel to better safe than sorry. therefore it doesn't really matter if you haven't read it because it's a PREquel, but then you know what to read next :)
better safe than sorry masterlist
summary: saying that you're terrified at the idea of losing someone you love again is an understatement. poe dameron happens to be the most reckless person you know.
warnings: reader has trauma and ptsd, mentions of death, angst (I mean, a lot), mentions of injuries, alcohol consumption
tags: f!reader, absolute idiots in love, friends to lovers, poe is in love, reader makes questionable choices but she has trauma okay, poe is so very sweet in this and it has me screaming, fluff, hurt/comfort
word count: 7.1k (personal record for a one shot, wow)
huge thanks to @eatingyouryoung for beta reading and for motivating me, supporting me and most of all bearing with me and the multiple mental breakdowns I had while writing this. love you bestie, thank you, really. <3
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There are moments where itâs only those memories, only those flashbacks clouding your mind and filling up the space for any other thoughts in your head. It eats everything else and doesnât leave room to breathe, it engulfs everything on its way.
It is impressive how just a few minutes can determine the rest of your life, it is impressive how fast it can eat up everything else that matters.
It can play in your head over and over again when it wants to, like somebodyâs favorite holo movie, rewatched when you should be asleep after a long and tiring day, and sometimes you get flashes of it during the day, even if youâre busy and should not be thinking about something other than what youâre currently doing, as if the images were screaming at you that hey, they existed.
You knew all too well that they existed, and for some obscure reason, you didnât want to forget them.Â
You should want them to fade away, to disappear completely, to vanish into oblivion until nothing is left of that day, but something inside of you sticks there, holds onto those few minutes and doesnât want to let go.Â
You donât want the images to shatter into pieces, you donât want it to be pooling at your feet like something you know youâre never going to be able to put back together. You donât want to let go of it, you donât want to let go of your last memory of her.
These moments arenât present really often, at least not as much as before, but when they are theyâre omnipresent and always remind you of how afraid you are at even just the thought of losing someone again.
Right now is one of those moments, the images play in the back of your mind again, it has become a regular occurrence for them to manifest themselves at the least convenient moments. Maybe Jess was right, maybe you should go see a professional so they could help you manage the manifestation of those memories.
The only thing faintly keeping you connected to reality is Poeâs voice mixing with the scene inside your head as you watch him speak, and even though itâs muffled and his words are barely distinguishable, itâs your only anchor, and you know that if you focus hard enough, it will bring you right back where you are, in the briefing room where heâs explaining everything concerning how the previous mission went and how things could have gone easier for everyone, tactically speaking.Â
You do and it works, and youâre back just in time to catch Poeâs gaze sticking to yours, a small wink directed your way drawing a wide and foolish smile from you before he looks away, leaving a heat creeping up your cheeks.Â
Youâre barely able to focus for the rest of the meeting because of that simple thing, making it so you havenât listened to any of it at all.Â
He dismisses everyone, chatter filling the room before it emigrates out of it, and you wait for him to be done talking with someone and he joins you.
âHeyâ he smiles, walking out the room beside you, his arm wrapping around you, his hand resting on your shoulder. âYou okay?â he asks as he tilts his head to take a look at your face.
You hum positively, or you hope it sounds positive, and you look up at him with a small smile to prove your point. âJust tiredâ you shrug.
His lips pinch in a compassionate smile, and his hand shifts from your shoulder to bury into your hair.Â
"Wanna come over tonight?" he asks cocking an eyebrow. "Just you, me, a bottle and my quarters"
"Is it really that obvious that I'm not feeling well?" you ask stopping in your steps with a small sigh, looking up at him.
He snorts, shrugging. "Obvious I donât know, but I know you better than yourself" he chuckles, his hand shifting to your arm so he can squeeze you against himself. "So is that a yes?"
"It sure is" you smile, and he mirrors it before leaving a kiss at the top of your head.
â
Your eyes are watery from the alcohol, and you can feel the dizziness starting to manifest itself as you can see that your vision is slowly starting to delay like a screen's bad frame rate. Â
"So" Poe starts, taking the bottle from your hands. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks finally coming to the subject you've been thoroughly avoiding before, taking care of telling him about your day.Â
He brings the bottle to his mouth, frowning at the small shrug you offer him in response. He swallows the liquid as he raises his chin at you, handing you back the bottle. âItâs fine if you donât, but you know that Iâm always here if you need someone to lisââ
âItâs her death. The memories of itâ
âOhâ his eyes soften, and he shifts closer to you, still sitting crossed legged on his bed.
âTheyâre less and less frequent, but when they resurface itâs all there isâ you pinch your lips, a single nod showing that youâre accepting your fate despite how cruel it is. "And it's still so vivid, I still remember it like it was yesterday. Everyone loses people they love in this war, and it's almost been two years and yet I can't move on" you chuckle before drinking from the bottle, wincing at the strong taste of the drink. âI feel ridiculousâ
"No one does" he nods, raising his eyebrows in a reassuring way. "No one moves on" he declares, taking the bottle from you when you hand it over. "You learn to live with it, but you never really move on." He watches as you chew on your bottom lip, looking down at your lap. âAnd this is not ridiculous at all.â he tilts his head to emphasize, putting the bottle down on his nightstand.
His hand reaches for yours, and you let him hold it. It feels warm, and his touch feels comforting, and you can feel your heart beat faster when he starts running his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand. âMy mom died when I was eight, Iâm a grown man and I havenât moved on and I never will. I just had to learn to live with it.â You look up at him with compassion, but you also feel worried at the thought that itâs probably going to be a long, long way before you can recover from this experience and everything else it involves.
âBut the fact that you lived and saw it makes it even harder, and you shouldnât blame yourself for feeling stuck.â
You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose maybe a bit too hard, as if you were trying to squeeze the images out of you.Â
"I watched her die in front of me, she was right before my eyes and I had to leave her there" the words leave your mouth in a hurried and panicked, trembling plea, throat burning with the tight knot that only seems to get bigger inside as your words remind you of the moment in question, just as if you were there again, anxiety starting to loom menacingly over you again.
A soft exhale leaves Poeâs mouth as his expression turns into one of helplessness, and he gently pulls your body to his so you both lay down on the bed as he holds you close to him, your back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you.Â
"I know baby, I know" he whispers, pressing gentle kisses to your hairline, trying to ease your trembling and labored breaths.
Youâre not crying, you canât, you feel so full yet so empty.
â
The ringing, high pitched sound in your ears doesnât help your current state of tiredness and the growing migraine slowly but surely beginning to anchor into your head, and you can soon feel a throbbing pain hammering into your skull.
Itâs fairly late and everyone on base is back to their quarters and for the most fast asleep, save for the ones like you still focused on work. You should get some sleep, you need it, you crave it, but you refuse to leave the empty room before you're done filling your report, wrapping up the paperwork session you've been at for two hours now.
You almost drop your datapad at the sudden feeling of hands over your shoulders, a shuddery gasp slipping from your mouth. It wakes you up a little, your current fatigue making the effect of surprise even more intense, your heart thrumming into your ribcage and reverberating inside your whole body.
The momentary panic fades away when Poe walks around to the desk in front of yours, revealing that it's only him as your eyes follow him as you're trying to catch your breath, a relieved smile growing upon your face. You havenât seen him since yesterday, both of you drowning under a crushing pile of work. You feel awful when you remember the state you were in, but you also remember that itâs Poe so he doesnât mind and above all, heâs not one to judge.
"Sorry sweetheart, didnât mean to scare you" his lips quirk in a soft smile as both of his hands grasp onto the back of the chair in front of you.
"S'okay, I just didn't expect any visit this late. Why aren't you sleeping?" you ask as you put the datapad down on the desk, looking up at him as you sink back into your chair, crossing your arms.Â
âWhy arenât youâ he asks as he cocks an eyebrow, almost as if accusing you of the same crime.
You sigh as you raise your eyebrows, taking a hold of the tablet you put down not too long ago. âWell Leia will kick my ass if I donât fill out all of this, and she kinda scares me when she gets mad, so Iâm stuck here until Iâm done with paperworkâ
âI donât blame you for thatâ he snorts. "Need some company?" he asks as he pulls the chair from under the desk.
"I'm almost done but sure" you declare, pointing your hand towards his chair to offer him to stay with you.
He sits down, a slight clinking sound resonating through the empty room when he puts his feet up on the desk.Â
You dive back into work, and he would have so many things to tell you about his day but he knows that you're desperate to finish what you're doing so he instead just looks at you, drinking in any movement of yours, even the littlest, admiring the way you look when you're focused, smiling at the way you bite down onto your lip in concentration all while he absent-mindedly fiddles with the ring attached to the chain around his neck.
It doesnât take too long for you to finish your work and for Poe to escort you back to your quarters, finally getting to tell you about his day while on the way.Â
Youâre disappointed when you see youâre already there, and if you werenât so tired you would have invited him inside so you could keep chatting.Â
âYou still havenât answered my questionâ you say as you stop in front of your door, turning on your feet so you could face him, stopping him in the middle of his story about BB-8âs checkup.
âWhat question?â he frowns, a confused expression taking over his face, lowkey nervous that he forgot about something important.
âWhy youâre not asleep.â
âOh. I was revising details for tomorrowâs last minute mission" he nods as he crosses his arms, leaning his side against the wall.
âLast minute mission?â you repeat, your eyebrows slightly rising in curiosity.
He nods as he pinches his lips. âIâm leaving for a few days. Our contact found something interesting about the First Order, and I have to see this with my own eyesâÂ
âBe carefulâ you nod once, the inner corner of your eyebrows angling up in worry, and he can see in your eyes that youâre pleading him. Heâs not the most cautious recruit on base, far from that, but he knows whatâs good for his cause, even if he sometimes has to pay the price, but you also happen to be more important than his constant desire for recklessness.Â
âI will, promised. Goodnight sweetheart.â he smiles softly as he stands in front of you.
âGoodnight Poe.â He turns to his feet, ready to leave, but you grab onto his wrist before he can. He turns to you, eyebrows raised, awaiting anything from you. âThank you for yesterday. I really needed someone to talk to.â you nod, with a tired but genuine smile.
He smiles back at you, the corner of his eyes crinkling softly.
He leaves a quick kiss at your cheek before leaving, and you wait for him to be out of sight to finally go inside your quarters, and you canât tell if the sigh leaving your mouth is one of longing or relief.
â
Youâre sprinting through the base hallways, and even though itâs really not an uncommon thing to do there, you feel stupid for being in such a rush hoping that he isnât gone yet.Â
Once you arrive in the hangar, catching your breath, it is flooded with orange jumpsuits, making it hard to recognize anyone if theyâre not directly facing you, but you just happen to spot the little droid that indicates that Poeâs not far away.
Poeâs eyes light up when you approach and he realizes youâre here to say goodbye, and you shake your head as you walk up to him, almost sprinting once youâre close.
âYou do anything risky, Iâll kill youâ you threaten as you throw yourself into his arms, the end of your sentence muffled against him.
âOkay. Where's my goodbye kiss?â he asks as he lets his hand rest at the back of your head, and he smirks when he hears your muffled chuckle.
âif you come back without a single scratch,â you start, pulling away from the embrace, looking back at him. âYouâll have a welcome home kiss.âÂ
His right eyebrow rises in interest, and a sly smirk grows over his face.Â
âNow thatâs an interesting deal.â
You point a finger to his chest, the tip pressing against it, your head slightly tilting to the side, looking right into his eyes.
âNot.â you push your finger deeper. âA.â deeper again, andâ
ââScratch, yes.â he completes your sentence, taking a hold of your hand, closing it into a fist and pressing it against his chest.
âThatâs right. Iâll checkâ you tease, your other pointer finger pressuring him.
He snorts, âIâd love to show you every single part of myââ his voice quietens as he suddenly looks down at his feet, at the circular droid nudging him. âYeah buddyâ he looks back up at you. âI should get goingâ
âAlright. Goodbye handsome, be carefulâ you smile, and he bites down on his lip as he lets go of your hand before starting to walk backwards.Â
âYou gave me a reason to be, I will beâ he shouts from a distance, pointing back at you as he walks away, towards his ship.Â
â
The few days he had announced to be the time where he would be gone transformed into a whole week, and though you were busy every night either with work or with friends, you couldnât help but wonder what he was doing at random moments of the evening.Â
Thankfully feedback from coms said that everyone was okay and that the mission was going exactly as planned, so your state of worry was greatly diminished.
You still couldnât stop thinking about him and you hated yourself for being so attached to Poe Dameron, but at the same time how could you not when he acted the way he did around you.
You were walking around base with friends when you heard word from a passing group of people that Poeâs squadron had gotten back from their mission, and even though it was getting late and you could wait see him the next day or whenever you would run into him next, the curiosity and apprehension to find out whether he had gotten injured or not took over you.
You apologized to your friends for having to leave them, and hurriedly made your way through the base to join the hangar.
Once you arrive there the scene in front of you is pretty much the same as when you joined Poe before he left; a sea of orange figures, ships on the ground, metallic sounds and indistinct chatter filling the room.Â
Poe sees you before you see him and rushes towards you, a sly smirk over his face as he sprints across the hangar, and the moment you finally see him is the exact same moment you want to warn him about the ship wing thatâs about toâÂ
It hits his head with a loud thud.
A yelp that quickly transforms into a groan escapes his mouth, both of his hands covering and pushing against the area of impact as he momentarily curls up on himself in place because of the sudden pain.Â
Your mouth is gaping in shock before you sprint to join him.
âFuck are you okay?â you ask hastily, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth as your hand rests at his back while his eyes are shut tight, his hand grabbing onto your arm.
âYeah Iâm okay, Iâm okayâ he nods, his other hand still clinging onto his forehead. He sighs a curse word under his breath, shaking his head as he frowns before he snorts.
âI was uninjured before this.â he chuckles as he looks at you, a skeptic smile over his face. âNot a scratchâ
âMh? Well thatâs too bad.â you tease, putting your hand over his shoulder. âCome on, medbay.â
âNo no thatâs fine Iâm oââÂ
âNuh uh I donât wanna hear it, weâre going to medbayâ you insist, pulling onto his arm, raising your eyebrows and tilting your head towards the direction of interest.
Poe reluctantly goes to medbay with you, the medics check him up rather quickly, and everything turns out to be okay; you only have to stay there sitting face to face to hold a cold pad to his forehead to prevent a bump from appearing.
âSo, howâd the mission go?â
âGreat. Couldnât have been better. Got into some ambushes but we crushed themâ he smiles. âAnd not a scratch, nothingâ he nods proudly.
âSee, you can make efforts when youâre interested in the promised outcomeâ you chuckle, shifting in place so you could get a better position to hold the pad over his forehead.Â
He winces, âSâcold as fuckâ
âThatâs the pointâ you huff out a laugh, and he smacks your thigh playfully in response.
âSoâ he starts, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat. âCan I get my price?â he asks, a sly smirk growing over his face.
â...I donât knowâ you hum, a fake skeptic expression over your face. Itâs hard to refrain from smiling when you see his semi-pouty face, âYou technically didnât respect the conditions.â
âWhat? It shouldnât count!â he starts bargaining like a child that has been wrongly accused for something their sibling did, and you huff out a small laugh seeing how he reacts to you simply teasing him.
âI mean, you got hurtâ you shrug.
âThe mission was overâ
âI told you to come back uninjured, mission or not, or else what's the pointâ
âFair enough, but you didnât specify beforehandâ
âWell, now you knowâ you say, a small exhale leaving your mouth when you get up from your seat, and Poe doesnât waste any second to follow you, tossing the cold pad onto the nearest surface.
âAlright, okay, but now I want a second chance at this so itâs fair gameâ he bargains, following you closely when you exit the medbay.
"Alright, alright" you agree as you turn back to him. "Come on now, you need to rest" you turn to your feet again, towards the hallway extending before you.
He remains standing in place when you start walking again, just looking at you and pondering. It takes him a few seconds before he catches up and joins you again, walking by your side.
The both of you are silent for most of the walk to Poe's quarters; it's pretty uncommon for Poe to remain quiet for more than thirty seconds, and it has you thinking.
"You really want your kiss, huh?" you ask rhetorically, stopping in your steps and turning to him once you're in front of his door.
He pauses, and takes a look at you before answering. "Of course I do" he chuckles, and you nod as your teeth sink into your bottom lip.
Poe barely has time to process you getting substantially closer to him before you grab the collar of his flight suit and put your lips over his, gently pushing him against the wall.Â
The quarter of second it takes for him to fully be aware of what's happening leaves him sighing against your mouth, and once he's sure that itâs all real, his hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you even closer.Â
His other hand rests at your hip, your own hands leaving his collar and resting at the back of his neck, and low hum vibrating against your mouth when your fingers bury into his short curls there.
You pull away just for a second before he yanks you towards him, kissing you back with even more vigor.
His lips are warm and pressed tight against yours, the heat of his body feeling omnipresent even though you're the one caging him.
You smile at the sight of the starstruck expression left over his face when you pull away, and your heart sinks at the way his warm eyes look at you.Â
âI was messing with you, I always keep my promisesâ you tease with a grin as you start to back away, your hands behind your back, giving him space again.
âAdmit it, you didnât want to be kind to me, you just wanted to do itâ he smirks, a teasing tone in his voice before he bites down onto his bottom lip. âYou wanted to kiss meâ
You smirk back at him, shrugging before turning onto your feet and leaving for good, retracing your steps.
Poe stares at you leaving until you're out of sight, and he can't help but smile to himself when he enters the code to his quarters, still not fully believing what just happened.
You, you should feel overjoyed, but you canât help but acknowledge that bittersweet feeling starting to get to you as youâre walking back to your quarters and being faced with reality again, your mind starting to overfill with too many thoughts; youâre getting too attached.Â
â
You toss and turn in your bed, and all youâre able to do instead of sleeping is hating yourself for kissing Poe, for certainly making him feel like this meant that you were ready to give him what he had been wanting from you for so long.
You do have feelings for him, and thatâs where the problem is; you can not love anyone, and certainly not someone as reckless and impulsive as him, not someone you could lose technically so easily.Â
You canât go through this again, you know you wouldnât be able to carry the weight of his loss.
Maybe itâs selfish, maybe youâre making the biggest mistake of your life â no; youâre sure of that â but youâre also sure that you wouldn't be able to handle enduring this again; the simple thought crushes you.
You toss and turn in your bed, and while Poe is certainly delighted of what happened, you hate that youâre going to have to distance yourself from him because you fucked everything up.
â
It has been a week since you and Poe had kissed, and it seemed like you were thoroughly trying to avoid him ever since, hurrying out of the room after every briefing, taking advantage of the crowd and of the people wanting to talk details with the commander.Â
You happened to never eat at the same time as him anymore, and you were nowhere to be found when he looked for you in places he knew you would usually be.
Poe was left confused, and even though he had a lot of work and technically other things to think about, the fact that he couldnât catch you to talk even just for five minutes was bothering him and leaving him wondering if he had done something wrong, especially with what happened last time.
He had thought this kiss would change things between you, would lead you somewhere and that he would finally get what he had wanted for ages; you.
He knew it was no coincidence that you wouldn't stop ignoring his presence, that you wouldn't maintain eye contact through the briefing room for more than two seconds; that you wouldnât run into him anymore; he knew he had been just a fool, too stupid to think that this could lead him somewhere, lead the both of you somewhere, that you would feel the same way he felt for you.
â
You took it as a sign that your friends had understood something was wrong when they practically dragged you to go get some drinks, and while you werenât particularly in the mood to do that, you had to admit that you needed some distraction.
You needed to be busy in order to avoid thinking too much, to avoid getting too deep into your own head, because you knew that if you did you would break.
And the distraction technique actually works; youâre having a good time, chatting and laughing, forgetting about everything else going on besides that, and it feels really good, the illusion feels good.
There comes a time when you start to feel the drinks youâve downed, the slight drunkenness starting to manifest itself as well as your need to pee.
You're still in a pretty good shape, drinkingly speaking; you're not fully drunk yet, just tipsy â the feeling is still pleasant, and you just have to stop for a second to maintain balance on your feet when you get up from your seat to join the cantina's bathroom.
The room is empty when you go and lock yourself into a stall, and the muffled music gets clearer when a group of people enter the room seconds later, their loud and high pitched laughs almost fully covering the sound of the loud music before it gets muffled again.
âSoâ one of the girls starts as she recovers from her laugh, âHowâd last night end?â she asks, and the question elicits curious gasps from the other girls of the group.
âYeah, we didnât see you after you left the room with Commander Dameronâ another girl teases, putting emphasis on the rank and last name, and your eyes widen at the sound of that.
Well. Try to forget about something and itâs shoved into your face right back away.
This catches your interest nonetheless, and you make sure to wait a little before you wipe yourself, not wanting to miss a beat of the conversation.
"Well," another girl starts, the girl who you assume is the girl who left the room with Commander Dameron.Â
"We were both drunk and it was sloppy but damn is he good at itâ she declares proudly, a fit of giggles filling the room.
Oh.
She's talking about something else, right?Â
This can't possibly be, right?
Right?
"No way you slept with a commander, Jana. This is like a special success, something to check off a list" one of them chuckles.
"Sure did." Jana replies, and this is cliché and a bit not-feminist but you can just imagine her putting another layer of gloss on her lips.
Fuck.
It's with a half lie about not feeling well that you leave your friends and go home to your quarters, trying to repress the tight knot in your throat when you donât even bother to change into your sleeping clothes and curl up into your bed.
â
The next briefings after that are awkward and feel delicate, and even though they already were before, you now can not look at Poe without internally wanting to scream and break something.
You hurry out the room faster than before if itâs even possible, and you need to be constantly distracted and busy with something in order not to think about him and all of your current situation with him.
You make your way out of the seemingly way-too-busy room once more, apologizing as you slalom through the crowd of people, an exhale of relief escaping once you get some relatively fresh air in the hallway.
âHeyâ your heart jumps when you recognize Poeâs voice as he grabs your arm, and you sigh softly when youâre forced to turn to him. He must have disregarded everyoneâs questions to exit the briefing room that quickly. âWhy wonât you talk to me? Why do you barely even look at me?â he asks, and his voice slightly cracks at the middle of his sentence. Heâs not fully scolding you, he genuinely wants answers.
A soft exhale leaves your mouth, and you can feel and hear your heart starting to beat fast in your ears.
âDid you sleep with Jana?â
The question is dropped like a bomb, and you know itâs going to have the effect of a bomb no matter what happens â itâs going to destroy everything, but at this point there isnât really anything left to lose, nothing left to save either, itâs all doomed.
You already know the answer, you already know heâs going to respond positively because heâs an honest man and definitely not a liar; itâs something you have always appreciated in him.
âIââ he is speechless, and his mouth is gaping, trying to come up with anything to say though he knows damn well what he has to say if he wants to be honest with you, even if itâs going to ruin everything, untilâ âYes.â
You expected it, and yet it still hurts.Â
You had secretly hoped that the girl in the cantina bathroom had made that lie up to impress her friends, and you deep down knew she hadnât, but you somehow buried yourself deep into denial, thinking that hoping otherwise would somehow manifest the truth to be different.
âI canât wait for you forever. I donât want to.âÂ
Immediately and like a reflex your eyes close, your lips pinch and you nod, trying to ignore the sick feeling bubbling inside your chest though itâs impossible.Â
It hurts, everything hurts, nothing will ever be the same with him and itâs entirely your fault, you brought it upon yourself.
Heâs not yours after all, and you made sure of that, so you shouldnât be upset, you shouldnât feel your heart sink. Itâs not legitimate.
âYou know thatâs not what I meantâ he starts again, the inner corner of his eyebrows angling up in compassion when he sees your reaction. âI could wait for you forever.â he nods, a bittersweet smile over his face. âBut youâre making me feel like a fool. I donât want to feel like a fool foreverâ he nods one last time as his lips pinch to repress something, and you can see his eyes glistening a bit, and your heart aches at the sight.
You bite down on your lip trying to contain your frustration, or your growing state of misery; youâre not sure, and all youâre able to reply is justâ
âOkay.â
Itâs bland, cold and dry, but itâs truly all that can come out.
You donât have the heart to bargain and beg for your cause, and it would feel unfair and dishonest for him anyways.
âIâm sorryâ Poe immediately says, and you feel bad that he is the one to be sorry, that he feels like he is the bad guy in that whole story when all of this is entirely your fault.
âNo, no, I am. I get itâ you try to reassure him, forcing a small smile out of you, still trying to make it seem like youâre doing fine, though you know thereâs no use trying to when he knows you so well.Â
You canât stay here any longer or you will break, and you donât have anything left to say anyways, not when you know it probably has to end that way.
You leave as fast as you left the briefing room earlier, and Poe feels sick when he watches you go, feels the need to puke when his head somehow fills with every memory youâve ever made with him.
Youâre glad your back is facing him when you have to frantically wipe away the single tear rolling down your cheek.
â
It feels strange not having Poe in your life anymore, at least not properly; and it's probably worse that way, the fact that he's still around and that you're still often being confronted to each other, forced to pretend not to care about each other.
It hurts that he's now back to being "just" a commander to you, a colleague, that you're both back to being basically strangers, that the eye contacts don't linger anymore and just leave a bitter feeling lodged inside your chest when they used to leave butterflies in your stomach.
Your heart aches every time you catch a glimpse of him, and itâs hard trying to stay focused when you work around him, go on missions with him.Â
You feel terrible for what youâve done to him, you feel sick that he feels like he's been played with when all you wanted to do was protect yourself, you feel bad that he has to be collateral damage.Â
You truly hope he doesnât hate you, and you think that this might be your biggest fear.
That the only man that has ever truly believed in you, that the man that you love could hate you, even if he has all the reasons in the world to and you wouldnât blame him if he did.Â
Now is not the time to think about it, because you've been assigned and sent on a mission with him, and you're kinda thankful it's not the kind of mission that only requires two people and you just happen to be paired with him â you're thankful people are with you for this one.
It should be an easy mission, you just have to get something back.
A smuggler had stolen something that was supposed to get sent to the Resistance, but the guy happened to be tougher and more skilled than expected, and the logical solution to get back up on this was to get the Resistance itself.
Youâre making your way through a quiet alley bathed in darkness, following the target from a distance, observing each of his movements to calculate how you could get an opening so you could get to him and steal â no, get back whatâs yours.
Your group has split up, everyone trying to join the guy from different points and accesses across the area.Â
If all goes well you can surround him in case you donât have the opportunity to attack before, and technically he shouldnât be able to get away, at least not until you have taken back what he has stolen.
You're doing pretty good so far, the guy hasnât noticed he is being followed, so you have been able to gradually get closer and you're so close to being able to attack and if you could just shoot him in the leg and get back what's yoursâ
You're suddenly and abruptly yanked out from the main alley, and even before you can react at whatâs happening and scream in surprise and fear, a hand pushes over and blocks your mouth, the other hand wrapping tight around your waist, your back pressed flush against your assailant's chest as their own back rests against the wall of the small, secluded alley youâve been pulled in.
Your eyes look around in fear, your head unable to move, blocked by the strong hand covering your mouth; you want to scream, trying to wriggle out of whoever's grasp you're trapped in, panic starting to creep up your chest, untilâ
"Calm down, don't panic, it's only me." the soft and gentle whisper of Poe's voice in your ear makes you relax in his grasp, waves of relief washing over you. "He knows that we're following him, he was waiting for you to get closer to trap you" he explains, and you start to loosen up when his hand leaves your mouth and he lets go of you. âSorry I scared youâ
âThank youâ you nod as you face him, your hands resting over your knees as you catch your breath from the sudden rush of fear and adrenaline.
Your eyes widen and you look back at Poe when you hear a fight starting not so far away from where you are, shouts and sounds of blasters firing.
âIâll goâ he declares, hastily taking off his jacket. âStay there and keep this for me, will you? You were shivering while I was holding youâ he smirks teasingly, throwing you his leather jacket.
You chuckle as you catch and look down at the piece of cloth, and he waits for you to put it on to shoot you a smile before leaving, not even giving you time to beg him to be careful and not do anything stupid.
At least youâre now certain that he most definitely does not hate you.
â
Poe is sitting in the grass on a hill not so far away from base, looking up at the starry sky, just enjoying the fresh air of D'Qar. It feels nice after the particularly busy and tiring day he just had, his muscles still sore and tense from the mission, especially the muscles joining his neck and shoulders.Â
âHeyâ the sudden sound of your voice tears him out of his thoughts, and he even thinks he hallucinated it before he turns to you.
âHeyâ he pinches a smile as he looks up at you.
âI wanted to give you your jacket backâ you say as you look down at the jacket youâre currently wearing, and you must admit that youâre a bit reluctant at the idea of having to give it back â it smells just like him, a mix of his natural comforting scent and his aftershave, and it feels like the closest youâve ever been to him in your life.
âOh. No need to, you can keep it, you look good in itâ he smiles wide, and you scoff softly.
"Alright. Can I?â you ask, referring to sitting down next to him.
âHm? Sureâ he nods, patting on the grass. You sit down next to him and watch him as he looks in front of him, admiring the view extending before him. The sky is pretty, the stars are especially bright tonight.
"Thank you again for earlier. And⊠I'm sorry for even earlier" you say, and his gaze drops down to his lap. "I'm sorry I was being an asshole and I made you feel like an idiot just because I don't know how to deal with my emotions." He looks back up in front of him, and you're scared when he doesnât say anything and just stares ahead, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Can you forgive me?"
His face turns to you, and he nods, a pinched, awkward smile over his face. "Of course. Of course I can"
You can't help a relieved smile from forming over your face, and you look at the stars for a moment before looking back at him. He looks almost heavenly, bathed in the stars' light.
âYou know I love you, right? Poe, please tell me you do.â you ask, almost beg, still scared that he could believe the opposite.Â
"I do. I know it" he nods softly, looking at you. He pauses before continuing, as if he was thinking of the right words to say. "But I don't want you to feel forced to be with me if you're not ready yet" he continues, and his hand rests over your thigh as he looks at you sternly, wanting to show you that he means it.
Your heart sinks at how considerate he is, even after how you've been treating him, but you're not even surprised; he's the kindest, most gentle man you've ever met, you have always known this.
"I can wait for you, and I will, I'm not going anywhere." he looks down at your thigh when your hand covers his, and he looks back up at you. "I mean it."
It shouldn't have the effect it has, because you've never wanted him as much as you do now, but you have been wanting him for long anyways so it doesn't really change anything.Â
âIâm terrified of losing you.â you mutter under your breath, saying this as if you were justifying yourself though you know you donât have to.
âAnd why would you lose me?â he asks, almost sure it's a rhetorical question, his hand moving so it could grab yours. His fingers intertwine with yours and the gesture makes a chill run down your spine, you're sure it's not the fresh breeze of the night.
âYouâre the most impulsive and reckless person Iâve ever met, Poe. That might simultaneously be your biggest blessing and flawâ you smile softly.
He scoffs. âBut Iâm also the best pilot in the Resistance, soâŠâ he tries to reassure you with a fake sly smirk, for once, holding tighter onto your hand. âTrust me, will you? I know itâs hard for you, I know what youâve gone through and I know what you're scared of but I promise you that weâll be okay.â he nods, and you happen to believe him, he is able to do that.
"You don't have to wait for me, then" you declare, your head resting over his shoulder. He smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaving a kiss at the top of your head before his rests over yours.
You will love him anyways, you will be terrified anyways, and if you have to live with the fear that everything could stop suddenly, you would rather do it by his side.
â
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đ·Awakening Your Femme Fatale â Timeless Pick A Card
Why would you allow undeserving asses to look down on you when you are a literal Goddess? Every woman has that Lilith sleeping deep inside; just waiting for the right temperature to unleash her HOT GIRL POISONđ·
SONG for all piles: Forgive Me by BoA
MOVIE for all piles: Death Becomes Her (1992)
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Reading guide 1: My readings are always unisex, but Lilith in astrology is a definitively fatalistic Female archetype. If you identify as operating more on the Feminine energy, this PAC could be about what's hidden or awakening inside of YOU~đOr, if you resonate with being attracted to the Feminine energy, this reading might shed a light on the type of âdangerous womanâ you tend to recklessly fall for⊠or secretly fantasise aboutđ
Reading guide 2: Some of you may be wondering why Death Becomes Her is a movie vibe for this PAC, due to the fact that our main characters do not end well at allđIt is a cautionary tale of when Lilith goes berserk beyond control. When Lilith has no self-control, her sense of rivalry towards women and disappointment in men cause her to become a reckless danger to herself as much as she is a menace to everyone else. With great power comes great responsibility. The characters in that movie were not responsible the slightest bit except that man (Bruce Willis kyah!) who eventually came to his sensesđ€·đ»ââïžRemember, not all men are as idiotic as they appear to beđ€
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Pile 1 â Amorous Manipulator
VIBE: Kimi ni Muchuu (crazy about you) by Utada Hikaru
your hidden poison â 8 of Cups
Are you aware of the fact that people tend to run to you for comfort? Something about you draws people in; you seem trustworthy, protective, reliable and strong, and they feel cared for in your embrace. They feel understood. You provide a sense of camaraderie. Little do they know, you really donât care that much. Youâre just nice, kinda. You like to chit chat every now and then. But youâre usually crunching numbers in your headâthinking how best to use these people for later purposes.
Youâre cool, detached, and calculating about your every single move. You never really show people whatâs going on in your private life. People canât figure you out as you seem flighty⊠more like, elusive. Youâre like a bird or fish ready to escape anytime the temperatures around you get burdensome. Deep down, you feel like youâre the one who wants to run away from these clingy admirers. âI donât understand why they keep following me!â
Thing is⊠youâre kinda hard not to notice, you know. No matter what type of beauty you areâand you might as well be cute as a rabbitâthereâs an animal magnetism about you. People want to please you and gain your validation. In essence, you have the natural ability to attract a lot of simps! How you deal with that, entirely relies on your wit.
your potion of seduction â Ace of Pentacles Rx
Sometimes you feel suffocated about the way people view you. But everyone behaves irrationally nervously because youâre too blindingly hot for the average person. You break down peopleâs sensibility, rationality, and wit. You leave those youâve kissed witless for days, weeks even. Because of your nonchalant hotness, some people fantasise about keeping you to themselves in the dark. People⊠fantasise about you a lot. Like, a lot. All kinds of things they would be embarrassed to let anybody knowâunless theyâre sinfully shamelessâwhich tends to only increase their nervousness when they see you again.
Due to the degree of peopleâs endless fascination with you, you may not be inclined to entertain just about anybody. But sometimes, you see a few intriguing fools amongst your admirers and think to yourself, âUgh, I need entertainment. Let me amuse myself with these fuckers and see what happens.â The results are often devastatingly hilarious. Those who chase you end up looking pathetic in your eye.
Those of you who are more empathetic sometimes feel a bit sorry that people crave your attentionâyour companyâthat much when they should know better not to expect anything remotely sincere from you. But those of you who donât remotely care, gosh dang, itâs all just a silly game of winners and losers. And you, will never end up the loser in this game of manipulation.
Realise to RELEASE! â Queen of Wands Rx
Thereâs something almost evil in the way you perceive a sense of rivalry with those whom you perceive as being on the same level of hotness as you. It pisses you off when your puppets are looking at someone else and praising them for whatever low-quality beauty/charm/behaviour you find distasteful to yourself. But hold on, Iâm not saying youâre entirely the bad bitch for feeling this way every now and then, because⊠The truth is, some fucks really be doing you dirty by praising others in the presence of you!
There are those who feel dreadfully intimidated by your unmatched beauty and charisma that theyâever so stupidly sneakilyâtry to bring you down by elevating others in such a manner. Hoping theyâd be able to witness your feeling uncomfortable because that would bring them the greatest sense of reclaiming their power from the grip of your hypnotising sensuality. Honey, you donât even have to be the prettiest gal in your country, people still perceive your beauty as unmatchable because of your inimitable attitude!
Eh, if youâre totally in control of yourself, you donât compete. You know there is no competition. How can there be? There can be only one you and nobody can emulate what you do. Like for real for realzz nobody can. Have you noticed that not even those close to you have any idea how to imitate your behaviours? Youâre some kind of unreal hotness thatâs on a whole of another level.
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Plutoâs command for control â Priestess of Protection
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Pile 2 â Dangerous Temptress
VIBE: Run Devil Run by Girlsâ Generation
your hidden poison â 4 of Pentacles Rx
At some point in life, an ass you wouldâve trusted with your safety left you for dead when you needed shelter/protection/assistance the most. This kind of scenario mightâve been a recurrent pattern in your life. Constant abandonment and betrayals that have caused you to believe youâre very unlovable. Peopleâs sharp knives of rejection made you realise youâve never been anybodyâs most important person. Youâre never anybodyâs top priority. That realisation hurt you so much but also gave birth to your almost dangerous courage now to face any kinds of hardships.
In this world, there is no challenge scary enough to stop you from getting what you want. Youâve survived the scariest chapters of your Lifeâyouâve dealt with periods of lack, cold and nothingness that wouldâve killed most people; what could faze you now? Youâre a motherfucker daredevil and people know that. People can see your nonchalant courage and theyâre frightened as fuck. You notice nervousness in their eyes all the time. You know they think youâre reckless, but they donât know your story. And you donât care, obvi.
Youâre fiercely independent. Through abandonment and neglect youâve learnt to refine your manifestation skills. Now, thereâs nothing you canât have through your own efforts. You donât need anybody and never will you need to rely on another only for them to let you down. Youâve got all your own bases covered and thereâs still more to be hedonistic about. Youâre royal, almost scary to the people who are way below you. They may worry that youâre being irresponsible with your resources. But you donât care; youâre nonchalant AF. Easy come easy go, baby~ Thereâs always more to make.
your potion of seduction â Page of Cups Rx
Clearly, youâre a hard worker on top of being extremely intelligent. Thatâs how you managed to bring yourself to such safety after everything thatâs happened in the past. There was simply so much lack and restriction it was literally embarrassing what the world had delivered to your doorstep. But now, the fact that so many pretty and expensive things come easily to you intimidates people and they might secretly feel envious of you. They will never say it out loud though, since they want to be on your good sideâbecause they know they could benefit from your royal attitude when it comes to your spending.
Something about you spells CrAzY to a lot of people. Even the dullest dumbest ass can intuitively sense that youâre a daredevil for whom thereâs quite literally nothing youâre too afraid to do/attempt. And you exude this dodgy aura that announces to everybody youâre not the bitch to mess with. Unless they wanna risk getting burnt by you. Your feelings run deep but you donât let your emotions get in the way of your achieving your goals. To others, it almost looks like youâre a heartless temptress no man could hurt.
Your secret though, is that you treat practically everything in life as a Game. Whether youâre having fun, working hard, or dealing with tough situations; itâs all a Game you do not intend to lose. But all games require a loser, and you donât even care if sometimes you lose a game or two; it doesnât bother you. Itâs all play and the world never runs out of Games anyway. Thereâs always the next thing to entertain yourself with. This do or die attitude of yours captivates everyone as much as theyâre terrified of your fiery but cold intellect.
Realise to RELEASE! â 6 of Wands
A lot of people watch you and they form opinions around your public conducts. You know you command attentionâboth the bad and the good. Does it bother you though? Well⊠sometimes. When youâre not on your best day and you have a lot of sad thoughts, you get irritated, a little, that people only see the bad in your conducts. You want to burn every single one of them to ashes and never deal with people anymore. But you are so singular in your beingness, what can you do about it?
People talk about you because they know if they were to talk about themselves nobody would be interested. Youâre the most interesting creature most people have ever known! Whatever you do, youâre on top of your game. And you always allow yourself to come first. To you, youâre your most favouritest person ever. Yeah, thatâs a mouthful but say that againđ€ȘYou are your toppest top priority, and this is a hard skill to get because most people have never learnt how to survive on their own the way you have.
Youâve been to low places others wouldnât survive in; they canât understand why you are the way that you are. Who cares though. Live and let live. Youâve got your own abundance to take care of now.
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Plutoâs command for control â Priestess of Innocence
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Pile 3 â Glamorous Destroyer
VIBE: Monster by Red Velvet - IRENE & SEULGI
your hidden poison â 5 of Cups Rx
Are you some kind of god? Well yeah, you ARE a Goddess! I sense youâre so otherworldly in that youâre not typically one who dwells on the past or even regrets that much, if at all. The world is so vast and it keeps spinning, thereâs always a new day for a positive mind for braving new territories. Youâre already a master at spiritual/emotional healing, but maybe⊠itâs also because youâre not so feeling.
Youâre a realist, to say the least. You look at the world glass half full and everything thatâs run its course, you let go without a care. You move right on to the next entertaining endeavour. In fact, you devour all of lifeâs little and big pleasures. Youâre jet set; you donât even plan that carefully. Details in plans bore you, you would rather do the deed first, then see what the experience gets you. If it falls short, you leave on the spot to find the next interesting thing⊠or person. You leave people high and dry. You donât even give a fuck how that makes them feel. You have other people lining up for you to fuck over.
You are the epitome of a cruel femme fatale. Youâre this uniquely powerful individual who has like the strongest mentality ever. Iâm sensing, either youâre a very young person who has the most advanced Soul wisdom/perspective ever, or youâre very advanced in Life (age wise) and have learnt a lot of lessons that have made you the indestructible Goddess that you are today.
your potion of seduction â Knight of Pentacles Rx
You are unpredictable to a lot of people. Like, they canât really figure out what your next step would be. One minute theyâre certain youâre this typa person whoâd choose this typa action, only for you to choose that typa shit no one wouldâve guessed youâre that type to do that. Thereâs always an element of surprise to you. Some love it, some hate it. You attract an equal balance of curious followers and cowards who want to quickly run away from your hot mess.
Those who canât see through your web of exaggerated narratives are deep in your clutches, they canât escape your poisonâthey want your poisonâuntil you decide youâre bored with them and toss them aside without having given them the high they thought theyâd get. A few who do get the highâŠyouâve kinda ruined them in that now you live in their minds forever. And youâre a bad dream for those poor souls.
Now they canât stop thinking about you but no longer can they ever have access to you. Youâve taken them to that guilt trip and it lives with them for the rest of their lives. Not only in your story, but in their story, too, theyâre the villains who have disappointed or hurt you and caused you to toss them awayđđ»
Realise to RELEASE! â Queen of Pentacles
Youâre actually super capable of taking care of yourself. But something about the way you look or speak or tell a story is very unassuming. Maybe youâre tiny and cute; maybe you wear dainty accessories or adorn yourself with bunny or turtle plushies. Giving others the impression of a harmless fawn whoâs in constant need of cuddles and support. Your admirers flock to help and serve you. They want to be strong and useful for you. They want to appear big in front of you. Help you get out of troubleâs way when YOU are the trouble.
People are usually slow to realiseâif everâthat youâre a glamorous destroyer of peopleâs sanity. People easily melt at your soft, or high pitched, voice. Something about the way you express yourself is hypnotising and magnetic. People canât get enough of you nor can they feel like theyâve proven themselves enough to you. People want your approval because youâre so beautiful and talented in a way they think they can never become.
People see that you are deep and knowledgeable. Flailing here and there, they find you mesmerising with the skillsets that you possess but lacking in places they think they can fill in. Itâs like, theyâre thinking to themselves, âSheâs a 10, butâŠâ Those âbutsâ are but lovely to them. And theyâd be blind not to see how little fuck you give about any of their opinions.
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Scorpioâs secret transformation â Gold Geographer (John Dee)
Plutoâs command for control â Priestess of Healing
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So I just watched Aquaman 2 and I don't know how their whole relationship dynamic is in the comics but in the movie they seemed to be going for kind of a Thor and Loki dynamic with Orm and Arthur?
Like, big reckless, brutish brother and little clever, diplomatic brother (that doesn't wanna be considered his brother). Misunderstandings caused by parental incompetence. Little brother is treated as the evil, egoistic one that only wants the throne. Little brother gets defeated and imprisoned. Big brother gets him out cuz he needs his help.
Lots of joking and "sibling quarrels" while the little brother wonders what an idiot the other one is. The mother of course only wants them both to get along and her "misguided" son to know that she loves him.
Yadda, yadda I think you get the drift. Obviously it's not exactly the same but there were pretty obvious parallels.
(And may I also mention the ending scene where Arthur says "I am Aquaman" in a very familiar Tony Stark way)
I didn't dislike their dynamic btw, it actually worked well because Orm didn't (at least from what I've seen in the movies) have such a fucked up backstory like Loki (I stand corrected, what a surprise).
It's like they wanted to show how this sibling dynamic can actually work if you don't make one of them a gaslit punching bag.
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Season 3 time!
Ghosts!
And oh baby are they coming out swinging with all that juicy drama. Prepare yourselves yaâll, im about to read way too much into things.
How come weâve never seen Ray?? Heâs henrys partner; given cop lore i would think heâd be a pretty significant person in his and probably shawns life, especially since he seems to be a voice of reason trying to get henry not to go through with arresting his son. Does he show up later? I donât remember.
âOo i have rights, thatll be new and funâ -i know that this line is probably just shawn being a bit dramatic but like, it cut me deep.
âThis officially ends your chances of being a copâ -its just really sad that henry thinks thats whats going to make him rethink his actions. But also, i think this means Shawn was thinking of going down that path up until his mom left, because maddy even says when she left she thought he was going to be okay. Given Shawns character its kind of surprising he didnât rebel against his dad long before that. Personally, i think shawn knew his arguments with his dad made things worse between his parents so he did what his dad wanted to keep the peace. Then when maddy left, well, there was no reason to keep the peace anymore.
Now, the henry of it all. This just makes me so sad. And i know they kind of say itâs the reason he retired later, that he regretted it, but i cant believe he ever thought this would âscare him straight,â and the way its shot certainly doesnât seem like henry ever tried to connect with him. Like, if they wanted us to sympathize with henry later, they could have given us a shot of henry having second thoughts or even explained how Shawn was using the fact that henry was a cop to get away with breaking the law because he never thought his own dad would arrest him. They could have explained how shawns actions were becoming more and more reckless and henry didnât know what else to do. But i think the reason they didnât was because shawn is our protagonist and they didnât want to muck up his character that much. I think it couldâve added some depth, personally. The way its shot though, it just makes henry look like an ass, sticking to the law unwaveringly without any remorse. (Sidenote-i can see how gusâs parents would think shawn was a bad influence)
Hes so rough with him :( (also baby lassie! Aww look at his little mustache)
I had to look up pinochet. Thats a heck of a reference.
Completely overlooked that haversham warmed his hot coco in a teapot. What an idiot (thats brilliant)
I love that each person in the show is like a dork for something. Juliet has weird football facts, carlton has westerns and guns, shawn has a few but i think favors movies, and gus has literally everything
I love the mystery of this ep! They make you think shawns solving one case (the ghost), and then you find out he is the ghost and they make you think Shawn had that one plan but then psych!turns out hes really looking for dirt the whole time. Also, shawn has to know quite a bit about business to pull that summary out of his hat. I might add it to his list of random skills.
Why would she have to clear henry for twisting his ankle? Also, now that i think about it, henry doesnât seem the type to 1. Actually talk to a shrink or 2. Think highly enough of them to want to date one. So i have to imagine young maddy was a smoke show and he lost all sensibility.
I love that she calls him goose. Thats such a cute little nickname- that i need to know the origin of. Was this a goose and maverick thing? Was she maverick? Also, we get some more insight into shawns gifts because it implies he can remember everything hes heard thanks to his mother. So thats neat, and a cool way to show his âpowersâ didnât necessarily all come from henry. Its nice to see maddy gave him something other than abandonment issues.
Ohmygod its so sad that shawn thinks his dad would sabotage him with his own mother jesus christ this family.
I wanted to end this with my thoughts on Maddy. I love that we see bits of shawns personality that came from her. He got her charisma, certain aspects of her humor, certain ways of speaking (like when carlton says, âthen you wouldnt be opposed to me patting you down,â and maddy deadpan replied, âactually im very opposed to that.â It just sounded like something shawn would say). i love how the episode frames the narrative from shawns perspective too by putting maddy on a pedestal. Shes a very likable person. She takes his side when he tells her henry never told him she was coming, tells henry to buy him a phone, goes toe to toe with lassie and keenly gets him to open up.
But come on. This lady sucks.
First of all, SHAWN HASNT SEEN HIS MOM IN 3 YEARS, mind you the show says theyâve been doing Psych for about a year, so thats two years where heâs bouncing from job to job and not once did he visit her. And she was out of the country apparently and never told him she was back- why wouldnât you let your kid know you were coming back to the country? She couldnât shoot him an email or texted?
I would argue she is almost a worse parent by the sheer neglect alone. She gives off the impression of someone having never wanted to be a mom. she never seems to be around when shawn was little, we never see or hear of shawns mom sticking up for him against henrys teachings, and she straight up abandoned him the first chance she saw. And then on top of that, fails to communicate with him.
Lastly, I cant believe maddy (a psychologist mind you!) never talked to shawn about any of this years ago. She assumed henry would explain it all, but what part of his personality ever gave her the impression that henry could have an open and honest conversation with Shawn? And shawn says they used to talk all the time, but, like, how long ago because it seems like they havenât had any real conversations in a long time. So its not just that she left him physically, but she also left him on his own to handle the emotional burden, because his dad certainly couldnât talk about it. Shes the one who left shawn to pick up the pieces, not henry.
I mean its no wonder shawn struggles to form long lasting relationships.
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Boneless shawn! Boneless shawn! My heart is filled with so much warm nostalgia it might burst! I remember when this first aired i laughed so goddamn much!
#theres so much to say honestly im not sure i got it all#okay so i think another reason these were taking so long to post was because i was spending too much time formatting these posts lol#and inserting gifs everywhere haha#im going to try to ease up and maybe not write essays each time haha#psych#psych rewatch#psych tv#psych usa#shawn spencer#burton guster#shawn and gus#juliet o'hara#carlton lassiter
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