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casmybelovedass · 4 years ago

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The Destiel Folder: Season 5

[Season 4 here]

Episode 1:

Dean is visibly upset about Cas' death, especially at (6:07), and Zachariah notices. From here on, we have a progressive worse reaction from Dean to each of Castiel's deaths

Dean calls Cas a 'friend', again sounding very upset (8:20)

We also get a parallel between Dean and Sam: "I learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch!" and "I learned that from Ruby." (9:10) ICWAW, this parallel would implicate romantic subtext

Cas comes back, bringing top energy onto Zachariah, and Dean just... checks him out (32:43) [this is a frequent thing by the way, I'm on S10 right now, it is]

Episode 2:

I'm so fuckin sorry but I'm laughing too hard at this: D"God" C"Yes" D"God" C"Yes!" (4:09) guys, don't sex-talk in front of Sam and Bobby

"I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you." (4:54)

Dean gives in to Cas' top energy "Dean, give it to me." (5:53) shit, guys, enough sex-talk

Episode 3:

The 'personal space scene'. Dean, love, if someone is in your personal bubble, and you don't want them there, you don't stand there for 10 seconds while flicking your gaze from their eyes to their lips TWICE (6:04) ICWAW, these scene would be read as full of sexual tension

Dean here compares himself and Cas to Thelma & Louise, from a movie with HELLA lesbian subtext. And the way he looks at Cas for 7 seconds, tongue between his teeth and just... this fucking look (7:37)

You don't look at friends that way. You don't.

"I need your help, because you're the only one who'll help me. Please". (7:58) Cas trusts Dean will help him while no other would, and he is right... also Dean keeps glancing at his lips

The way Dean fixs Cas' tie and collar, so domestic. (10:34) [This will parallel in 10x05 when Dean messes up musical!Castiel's tie for it to be a legit costume.] Also, the whole police station scene is full of Old married couple moments

"There are two things that I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay." And then they were voted best chemestry couple like Bert and Ernie. Just saying. (16:23) "Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch... let's go."... and Cas just follows Dean like nothing, but later on...

... Cas is beyond terrified at the idea of being intimate with a woman (11:24),

tho he followed Dean with no problem. ... Did... did he think Dean was making an offer?

He chugs down a beer in fear, poor baby

And he is so jumpy I'm dying

Dean admits Cas is the only one who has made him laugh for real in years (20:58), also, shoulder hug, and Cas, who was on the verge of tears a moment earlier, is smiling and comfortable now.

"Don't look at me, it was his idea." (26:57) the look Cas gives Dean, they're so fucking #MARRIED

"Today you're my little bitch." "... What he said!" Dean is impressed and amused by Cas' smugness (and top energy) (31:55) Basically "Well, mark me down as scared and horny!"

Dean understands how Cas feels, and wants to help. He says he feels good with him "I've had more fun with you in the past 24h that I've had with Sam in years... and you're not that much fun." (36:06) Dean doesn't want to be alone, didn't want Cas to leave.

Episode 4:

Dean sounds and looks like a teenager on the phone with their crush, teasing Cas while smiling softly (1:22). Also "I'll just... wait here then." (2:15)

Even as a mortal, Cas stuck with Dean through the apocalypse, living in pain, chugging down drugs, but never leaving Dean's side. Being his second during hunts. Having only each other

And this Cas can recognize this Dean is not his own only by glancing at him for a moment (... by looking at his dick?!) (18:37)

Dean is stunned and concerned about apocalypse!Cas and how his life turned out

Apocalypse!Cas sits like Dean. Aww, they've been rubbing off on each other [yeah, I bet] (22:27)

"I like past you!" and that smile. So sweet and nostalgic (25:35)

This whole scene (23:48). They are so #MARRIED

Dean is concerned about Cas doing drugs, being basically depressed and living like shit (28:03)

Cas saves Dean again. "We had an appointment." "...Don't ever change." and the way they stare at each other (38:49) look at those smiles and how longingly Cas looks at Dean

Episode 8:

Not a destiel moment, but Dean is totally BI: (12:04); "Sure" (12:42); "What makes Dr Sexy, SEXY, is that he wears cowboy boots!" (12:57); and Dean loves cowboys, just saying

Is... is Dean thinking about Cas being pretty? And about the fact that a creepy guy just called his angel 'pretty'? (20:26)

First thing Dean requests Gabe does is to bring Cas back, threatening him

Episode 9:

Dean reacting to Damien and Barnes being a couple is... LOL (36:27) and after that (38:40), he is on his own, fiddling with his keys, smiling to himself. And when Sam asks if he is okay, he responds "Yeah, you know? I think I'm good." while still smiling to himself. Is he happy about an queer man portraying him, about seeing himself in a confident, openly queer man in a relationship? What else could it be?

Episode 13:

Dean gets more and more worried when Cas gets/is hurt (9:45)(38:02). Also, he got Cas a honeymoon suite. Wow. How sweet.

Episode 14:

The phone call scene. The stares, the tension... look at this shit (10:00)

Dean, stop checking out Cas. You're working. But seriously, look at him. He likes his roughness. AND AGAIN WITH THE LIPS STARING (11:02)

Dean and Cas, after being touched by a cherub, stand shoulder-to-shoulder close to each other, in front of a bi-coloured window (13:26-13:33) I MEAN- Also, Dean, you're staring at a naked man's dong... just saying (13:33-13:36)... stop that, be a professional

Is this the first wink Dean gives at Cas? (14:37) for real? With a cherub in the room? Wow.

(16:16) "Where did he go?" "I belive you upset him." Look at Cas during this scene. #MARRIED

Cas asks Dean where his Famine-induced-hunger is, why he seems unaffected by it... and Dean stares at Cas, then the burger he is holding, then back at him, like he has everything he could want right there, in his Baby (29:22)

Episode 16:

... I'm sorry, but... did Cas really have to MOAN Dean's name to get his attention? (5:24)

I believe this is the first time we ever hear Dean say the words "I love you" (14:38-28:09), and he is saying them to Sam. The only other time we hear him say it is to his mother in 12x22. And the only other person he was supposed to say those words to was, in fact, Cas in 8x17. Let that sink in.

"You son of a bitch." Dean's been rubbing off on Cas, and this is not the only line he has picked up from Dean (38:29)

Episode 17:

This is such a sweet scene. Cas is showing himself weak once again, and Dean sympathises with him, reassures him, confides in him. How sweet. (30:17) ICWAW, this would be seen as a romantic bonding moment

Episode 18:

Cas legit looks like an angry wife. Look how pissed he is at Dean (6:19) #MARRIED

This is such a #MARRIED scene, with Cas being pissy at Dean "being a coward". Also "Yeah, you know what? Blow me, Cas!" and his look after that, like "Does... does he actually want me to?" (13:22)

and this is not the last 'sexual invitation' Dean makes Cas. In fact, minutes later...

"Cas, not for nothing, but, the last person who looked at me like that... I got laid. *wink*" ... just... that (17:53). ICWAW, people would believe this was flirtatious, SHAMELESS, teasing

Look at that FULL TOP MODE tho

"I gave everything for you, and this is what you give to me?" (25:28) Cas is not just angry at Dean for giving up on the plan, but for giving up on life, on them. "So you could surrender to them?" (25:17) not "So you can let them win". It could've been phrased that way, but this is not about the angels winning. It's about Dean giving up on them. Cas is 'cause Dean would be selfishly leaving them

Cas starts taking off his tie and... Dean just stares (31:46). Moments later, we find out Cas totally took his shirt off in front of the boys to make the banishing simbol on his chest, and by the way Dean was STARING when it was only a tie, I bet he either gawked or averted his eyes. Either way, GAY

Cas prefers to die rather than watch Dean fail and die himself (31:55) Also, Sam still thinks of Dean as a hero who can do no wrong, while Cas recognizes his flaws and weaknesses. He knows Dean

Zachariah grabs Dean by the collar and gets in his face. Dean does nothing but flinch a little, mantaining his strong appearance. He only submits and looks overwhelmed when Cas does it (37:50)

Episode 19:

Cas is priority to Dean over Adam. He's more family to him than his actual blood (5:29)

Episode 21:

Cas is basically human, bloody, hurt, powerless and weak. First thing he does? Reach out for Dean (3:16)

Cas is still weak and powerless, and took a bus for miles, just to get back to Dean (12:35)

Episode 22:

Moments before basically going and kill himself, Dean focuses on Cas instead of Bobby, his father figure (24:35)

Cas is on the verge of tears at the thought of Dean dying (25:20)

We know Cas can heal without having to touch the body, but we always see him reach for contact with Dean (35:52) [That's why in S15, it hurts to see Cas not touching Dean while healing him. It feels unnatural]

Dean loves cowboys, and associates Cas to a sheriff. Cas, knowing that, smiles softly at the idea(37:30). Also, Dean obviously doesn't want Cas to leave, and tears up when he does

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colour-outside-the-liness · 3 years ago

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First of all!! Loved the MoU fic update! left you a comment on AO3 and all. 10/10 ratings haha.

Secondly, moving countries is great you should try if you ever get a chance. I've always wanted to do that and jumped in on the first opportunity I got to make that dream come true, and I recgozine how lucky I am to be able to do so. It's definitely not easy but I'd do it again if I could (in true sag fashion 😎 haha). Where would you want to live? You ever been outside the UK?

Hahaha you and I in a team would be a nightmare to play against I think. Oh come on you absolutely do not deserve people questioning your intelligence! I like to play dumb in addition to the taunting so people underestimate me, they never see it coming when I win. They never see the cheating coming either, my friends are always shocked when they find out, but I do it almost every single time! 😂 I'm competitive too but I like to play it cool especially If I lose I'll be like "it's just a game calm down yall" but if I win I'm like "in your face losers!" (very mature I know).

I love your drunken story, though does sound like it was very dangerous so I'm glad nothing bad happened to you two! Ah I love yalls nordern accent (me and everyone in this fandom 😂) haha your friend's sense of humor is golden.👌 I'm glad you enjoyed my worst drunken experience, that was the last time I did something like that, I felt bad bc my best friend had to take care of me the whole night and you're right she should've told me it was just a rock! Lucky you you didn't get a hangover the day after, I certainly regretted drinking too much that night however fun it might have been haha.

Like I said before your niece is a really cool kid haha I'm glad you have someone to talk to about Bly Manor, don't know anyone who watches the show and my friends don't like scary stuff so I have to talk to myself about it 😂 and now you! Thank you for entertaining me ;) and I only watch the parts I really like now, I'm tired of crying every time I watch the whole show haha.

Do you do random accents really badly like Dani too? 😂 it is kinda funny your mom said it like that yeah hahaha maybe she just meant the good bits? And I mean, do you think you need help? Lol

I have a sneak peek of that damie fanart here, don't think I'll ever finish it tho. I want to do a medieval AU inspired fanart. Maybe it will also inspire someone to pick up the idea and write it haha.

How's your weekend been so far? My neighbor is making me watch Grey's Anatomy season (???) 500 idk but I wish I was reading that pirate AU instead 😂

Awwh thank you so much!! I will get around to replying to the comment on AO3 tomorrow when I reply to the others I've had a very busy day today though so haven't even had chance to read any comments yet but thank you so much for giving it a 10/10!! I wanna do it as soon as I get chance but I know it's gonna be hard and that I am gonna need a bit more money behind me first but I definitely wanna do it when I can... yeah I've been out of the UK twice- one time I went to France for the weekend when I was doing my A Levels and was like 17 the college I was studying at took some of the art kids and since I was doing a photography A Level I got to go and then a couple of years ago I went to LA for a few weeks which was great but I've never been out of the UK for longer than that!! A nightmare for everyone else but it would be hilarious for us I just know it would haha... I sometimes do I have said some dumb things, I actually used one of my dumber moments as a funny little story in one of my fics- people still laugh at me now for what I said and it's been 10 years... my roommate will not let me live it down!! See surprising people that way is always brilliant like when people just expect you to lose and then you win? That's the best kind of win in my eyes!! I don't cheat at games I am just ridiculously competitive and can't stand losing unless it's something like a video game I am okay with losing those but board games I can't stand losing and I am also a terrible winner my roommate won't play games with me anymore!! I can't say anything about anyone being that kind of a winner because I know I am and one of my sister's is terrible too we literally make a song and dance over winning Oh it was so dangerous and we were so dumb to do it like anything could've happened and we both sit and look back at that and go "man we were dumb" but I also sit and go "oh my god she's gonna be a mum in like 4 months" because we've done some crazy / stupid stuff!! My roommate is without a doubt one of the funniest people I have ever met and she's not afraid to tell it how it is... I'll admit because I have a Northern accent Jamie is like the only character on Bly Manor to not have an accent to me so when I hear people talking about her accent I'm always a little like "what?" Because to me that's just how people talk around here haha I did enjoy your drunken story and honestly we've all been there I have had to be taken care of on more than one occasion for being too drunk like to the point of people having to help me into my pyjamas and everything I've been in some bad ways haha!! She should've definitely told you it was just a rock and not a turtle!! Yeah I've only had one hangover and that was after a night of drinking where I blacked out and don't remember any of the night!! Yeah the night of the drinking is always fun- the hangover isn't though and often makes you wonder if it was worth it haha She's so cool like genuinely just a cool and funny kid and she just asks all the questions about shows she's watched so with me its Bly Manor with her mum and dad it's Stranger Things she asked me about it once but I had to tell her I'd never watched it she didn't seem impressed but yeah I'll talk to her about Bly Manor any day of the week- and you too now honestly I will talk about it to anyone that will listen... I can't not watch it all if I watch it because there's just so much about it that I love even if it makes me cry... episodes 4,6, and 8 are my favourites though and are probably the ones I have watched the most!! Yeah I do random accents all the time and they're always terrible but I always find myself really funny- I had this friend at Uni that had a slight southern English accent because he had spent most of his childhood there before moving up north and he still said certain words in a southern accent and I used to do his accent all the time but it was always terrible!! Oh yeah my mum is pretty blunt with stuff like she'll say things sometimes without thinking about how it sounds that or she just doesn't care like she's said

somethings haha I am sure she did mean the Dani thing in a nice way though because she said she liked her- Dani and Owen were her favourites and I mean some help for me wouldn't be a terrible thing I'll admit haha That fan art is incredible!! Like seriously amazing!! I would love to see some medieval fan art for Damie!! I have been sent a few medieval prompts for Damie and I have started writing some of them but it's taking time to actually get full chapters together but once I have and once I have more time from wrapping up other WIPs I'll make a start on editing and uploading those because medieval stuff is always great!! It's been good thank so far today I went to a little beach town with my mum, 2 of my sisters their partners and two of my nieces (my cool niece was one of them… not that my other niece isn’t cool but you know what I mean) and me, my two brother in laws, and my nieces all played a game of crazy golf while my mum and sisters went to a cafe and had cups of tea... they didn't wanna play with us but we still had fun while we played (I came second which I was very happy with)!! I hope you enjoy Grey's Anatomy and that you get chance to read the pirate AU soon!! It's soo good!! ☺️

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topsytervy · 4 years ago

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Colorful Notes ~ Pope Heyward

Naming and knowing how to end my writings is my Kryptonite, I swear.

Blurb: Pope stops by your house after school while your sick and informs you his notes are boring.

Word Count: 1,451 (it's a short one peeps)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a cold?, spelling/grammar mistakes, there's not really anything else that needs a warning I think.

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You laid on your couch a sniffling, coughing mess as some random soap opera played on your tv. Well, random being the Young and the Restless cause you saw it on Hulu and decided you had nothing better to do.

You were called in from school by your father, much to your dismay considering you had an AP world history test that day, and were forced to rest.

You heard a knock on the front door before it opened, a familiar voice calling throughout your house. "Y/N! Sweetheart!"

"In here, Pope!" You called out, immediately regretting it when you started coughing.

Within a couple of seconds, the face of your sweet boyfriend came into view and you smiled.

"How are you feeling, baby?" He asked, walking over to the couch and setting his backpack down next to it.

He placed a quick kiss to the top of your head as you sat up. "Like shit. And when I figure out who got me feeling like shit, they will be feeling like shit when I punch them for making me miss a test." You grumbled. Pope let out a small laugh as he sat down, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Please tell me you brought me my homework."

"I did but your dad told me not to give it to you because you'll do it now and you need to rest. He thinks you got sick cause of stress and I think-"

"You think it was John B cause he was sick that one day." You cut him off and he shot you a look.

"I think your dads right." Pope finished, emphasizing the 'I' in his sentence.

You pouted. "I think he's wrong."

Pope rubbed your back and sighed, changing the subject. "What on earth are you watching?"

"The Young and The Restless."

"Why?"

"Well, there's 48 seasons of Young and the Restless and I started thinking about how easy it is for us nowadays to go through an entire season. We go through a season as if it's a hot knife cutting through butter. So I wondered how long it would take me to watch all 48 seasons if I didn't just stick to a season a day which made me do the math and if I can get through 2 seasons a day, I can watch all of it on 24 days. I now have a goal to watch all 48 seasons before day 24 hits all while keeping up with everything happening." You rambled.

"And how long are these episodes?" Pope inquired.

"The show started in 1973 and up until 1980, episodes were about half an hour. Every episode after 1980 is about an hour."

"Sounds like you have your work cut out for you then."

"Well, I need something to keep me busy, Pope."

"You're not gonna be sick for 24 days sweetheart which means you won't be able to watch at least 2 and a half seasons a day if you wanna get it done before day 24 because you'll be back at school." He reasoned.

You grinned. "I know. Which is why once I'm back at school I'm dropping the knowing what's going on bit. Then it can just play while I get ready, or eat, or do homework." Pope rolled his eyes and reached for the remote but you pulled it away from him. "I'm only half a season in and this is season 5, bucko."

"Alright. Alright. I just thought maybe," Pope sighed, reaching over and unzipping his backpack and pulling out some of his notebooks. You perked up at the movement, pulling away from Pope and staring at your boyfriend. "I have all these boring notes from the past week and they're so dull. I thought you would want to do your thing and make them a little less dull but I guess not." He shrugged.

You grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "Pope, you are the greatest human being on earth. Do you know that?"

"You tell me everyday." He smiled before getting up to go grab your gel pens from your room.

This wasn't the first time Pope had done this. Letting you doodle/color code his notes when you were bored or needed a break from whatever or even to just calm you down. It was enough to keep you relaxed while also engaging your brain.

Freshman year was the first time he ever let you do it and since then, he hasn't liked his notes in just boring pencil. He also hasn't thrown away any of his notebooks and barely lets anyone touch them, besides you of course, in fear that someone will destroy your work.

"Please John B. I just wanna do something." You pleaded.

You sat at a table in the library during study hall, all your homework done, with your friends Pope, John B, and JJ.

John B looked over at you. "They're notes, Y/N/N. I'm throwing all of them in a bonfire at the end of the year. It's pointless."

You rolled your eyes before turning them onto JJ. "JJ, can I please do something with your notes. I'm dying of boredom over here."

JJ laughed. "Bold of you to assume I took down notes. Come on, Y/L/N. I thought you knew me better than that."

"Why didn't you take notes?"

"I can give you many reasons. One is why waste paper on useless shit. Deforestation and shit exists. Save some trees. Two is because then I don't have to buy new notebooks next year and I can save some money. Three is why the hell would I when I can just look at yours or Pope's." JJ listed before resuming his paper airplane. You stared at JJ and he glanced back up before sighing. "This is actually for science this time. Don't worry. I'm not gonna use it to piss off the librarian."

You were about to say something when a notebook was pushed towards you. You looked across to see Pope with a small smile. "Knock yourself out."

You grinned before opening it up and grabbing your gel pens from your backpack.

JJ leaned in close, knowing of his best friends small, but growing, crush on you. "Fuckin' whipped, dude." He chuckled which caused Pope to hit him.

Since then, Pope made sure to write light enough so you could trace over the words and left enough space for small doodles if you felt some were needed.

"Do you have a color scheme in mind?" You asked, sitting on the living room floor and laying out all your pens in front of you with Pope's science notebook opened to where you left off.

Pope thought about it for a minute before shaking his head. "You do whatever you deem fit, sweetheart."

You grinned before turning your full attention onto the small project in front of you, reading over the words in front of you to see what colors you wanted to use.

Pope sat behind you, playing with your hair as he watched you do your thing, content written all over your face.

"I love you." You told him after a while, sniffling as you felt your nose begin to run

Pope smiled, kissing the back of your head as he reached for the box of tissues that sat beside you guys. "I love you too. Snot and all." He responded, holding the box out in front of you.

You grabbed a tissue with a pout before blowing your nose, Pope reaching for the trash can to bring it closer. "I hope I get you sick."

Pope laughed. "Good luck with that. My immune system is solid, baby. It'll take more than this to get me sick."

You rolled your eyes before looking up at him and tapping your lips. "Kiss."

Pope laughed once more as he shook his head. "Nice try, Y/N/N, but no."

You narrowed your eyes at him "I'll get ya, Heyward. I'll get ya when you least expect it. You won't even see it coming."

"I bet you will. Until then, and by then I mean better, all kisses will be placed on the cheek, hand, shoulder, top of the head, back of the head, and forehead."

You made a face. "That's rude."

"So is getting me sick. Now are you gonna do your thing or argue with me?"

"Both." You responded as you went back to Pope's notebook.

Pope smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and placed his head on your shoulder. "Bring on the debate then baby."

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#pope heyward #pope obx #pope outer banks #jonathan daviss

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ambivalent-anarchy · 5 years ago

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Star Wars 101 (Ch. 2) Episode IV - A New Hope

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Wow, I didn't realize how much I'd written until I hit the tumblr limit. Hope you like it! Comment your thoughts!

Chapter Summary: Steve just wants to do his job, the avengers are the best wingmen, Scott doesn't like porn, and [y/n] thinks all nerds are freaky

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sci-fi boi: okay which cartoon rivalry was better?? Popeye the sailor man and Bluto or Tom and Jerry?

crackhead [y/n]: dude.

crackhead [y/n]: how is that even a question??? Obviously Tom and Jerry lol

sci-fi boi: explanation pls

crackhead [y/n]: popeye and bluto were always fighting over that girl olive and some other stupid crap but with my two furry buddies it was no talk pete no discussions just murder attempts ON SIGHT. Tell me they don't go harder than any other rivalry

sci-fi boi: haha truuuu

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"Are we boring you, Queens?"

Peter's head snapped up quickly, discreetly turning his phone off underneath the meeting table. "Um-huh? No no no, Mr. Rogers I'm listening. Sorry."

Steve shook his head and continued to speak as he pointed to the pictures on the screen at the end of the room. All of the Avengers of Earth were there, some half asleep, while the others either joked or listened intently.

In two short days, they were going to be taking back powerful tech that Martin Li(aka: Mr. Negative)'s "demons" had stolen from Stark Industries. A simple "get in and get out".

They'd known this plan for some days now, yet Steve insisted on calling meetings to go over it again and again.

Feeling a quick vibration go off in his hand, Peter instinctively looked back down at his phone to see a snapchat text notification from you.

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crackhead [y/n]: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible🐝...

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Peter shook his head slightly as he chuckled, a smile shamelessly creeping onto his face.

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sci-fi boi: did you really just quote the bee movie at me???😂😂

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"Hey spidey-boy, would you mind sharing to the class what's so hilarious?" Rhodey's voice rang out loud and clear from across the table.

Quick as lightning, Peter turned his phone off and buried it in between his thighs, realizing that he hadn't been as quiet as he'd thought. To his luck, everyone’s eyes were trained on him now.

“It's n-nothing!” Peter squeaked, his voice breaking embarassingly. He shoved his phone into his pocket in fear of someone snatching it from him.

Natasha rolled her eyes and smirked. "So what're you looking at down there?"

"I-i, uh, I was just um, w-watching a funny- very funny video actually-"

"C'mon guys!," Sam laughed, clapping his hands together. "Don't tease the kid. We all know what he was smiling at down there!"

At that, Peter practically choked. "WHAT?!"

Tony snickered. "Personally, I don't think two inches is something to be proud of, but alright."

Peter's eyes widen, nearly falling out of his skull by the looks of it. "I-it's not two inches a-and I wasn't looking at-!"

"Jesus christ, guys..." Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He was obviously just doing something on his phone. Leave the poor guy alone."

Peter coughed as he saw Steve glare at him with that infamous 'Im Captain America and Im judging you' glare. Phones weren't allowed in the meeting room. Well, they weren't supposed to be. No one ever really followed that rule except Peter. But he'd already been so deep in his conversation with you that he just couldn't put his phone down. "No no, um, I wasn't.. I was just zoning out, y'know, and I just happened to be looking-"

"-at your phone?," Steve cut in to ask.

"-at your dick," Rhodey stated at the same time.

"-at porn," Tony said with an all-knowing smile, causing everyone at the table to turn towards either him or Peter, whose face was beet red with embarrassment.

"Peter please tell us you weren't watching porn," Scott begged, his jaw completely dropped. "I mean, no judgment but-"

"Full judgement, actually," Clint corrected, an extremely disturbed look on his face. "Seriously, what were you doing, kid? You gotta tell us now with all these assumptions being thrown around."

"Curious," Thor stated, leaning back in his chair. "What is porn?"

"Something that I definitely WAS NOT watching!," Peter responded as he practically slammed his face into the table and slapped his hands over his eyes. "Does it even matter what I was doing anyway?," he mumbled into the table.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, blowing the smoke off of her coffee. "People usually aren't this defensive when they're telling the truth, Peter."

Peter shrunk into his seat with a loud groan. Can I die. Can I please just die. Like why am I seriously even alive right now??? Some bad guy please just burst through the door and maim me please.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Parker's phone," Tony commanded once the commotion in the room died down.

Peter quickly lifted his head. "Wait, what?!"

"Accessing Peter Parker's mobile device, sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded. "Would you like for me to transfer the screen to the meeting board?"

Tony looked back with a laugh to see a frozen, slack-jawed Peter. He turned back around. "Yeah sure, F.R.I.D.A.Y., what the heck let's have fun."

"No wait- are you seriously hacking into my phone right now?!"

"Well why're you so tense, Parker?," Sam asked teasingly. "Thought you had nothing to hide?"

"I-i don't!," he stammered. "I-it's just..." he trailed off, looking for the right words to say. "..that's my private property," he said lamely while staring at the wall.

Tony stared back at him. "Well that's the dumbest excuse I've ever heard." He pointed towards the board. "Alright it's coming up."

Scott closed his eyes. "Oh God, please don't be porn.."

Peter rolled his eyes. Everyone else looked to the large board, fully expecting to see either porn or just some stupid game the boy had been playing.

But none of them expected him to be texting a girl.

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: hey u still there?

~~~

"Who's crackhead [Y/N]?," Natasha asked.

Scott turned to Rhodes who was sitting on the side of him. "Is that some trashy porn star?," he whispered.

"Why're you asking me like I know?"

"It's this girl from school.." Peter answered, blushing profusely.

"And you like her," Natasha noted, watching his body language intently.

The boy's eyes widened. "N-no I don't!"

"Why crackhead though?," Rhodey asked, crinkling his nose.

Peter shrugged. "That's what she wanted her name to be," here responded. "Thought it was funny."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just like you thought 'sci-fi boi' was funny?" Shaking his head, he changed focused. "Guys, are we gonna get back to work or not?"

"Not," Tony answered as he scrolled up all the way to the beginning of the messages from early that morning. "So, you've been texting this girl today off and on since..." He checked the time. "Five in the morning?"

Clint chuckled. "Oh yeah, huge crush."

“No!” Peter protested, his voice an octave too high. Realizing that it isn’t working, he decided to try a different technique. Clearing his throat, he tried to sound and act as nonchalant as possible. “She’s just a friend from school.”

"She's first on your best friends list, even over that computer kid you practically live with. And you and her practically snap each other nonstop."

Peter scratched his nose. "W-well that's only cuz Ned doesn't like to text much."

Bruce took his glasses off and sighed, realizing there was no way this meeting was getting back on topic. "Look Pete," he said. "Friends don't do that. I've seen it all before. If you and this girl are talking on a daily basis all throughout the day starting at five in the morning?" He titled his head in a suggestive way, though Peter stared back at him blankly.

"What?," Peter asked.

"Oh my God, kid," Bruce sighed.

Tony held his head back and laughed. "It means either she likes you and your just too dense, you like her but won't admit it and she's just concerningly nice, or you both like each other and just won't make your moves!"

Sam, who hadn't lifted his eyes from the board the entire time, spoke up. "And judging by these texts, you already got her, it's just not official yet."

Tony kept scrolling. "You two went to winter formal together?"

"Yeah... but as friends," Peter said with a shrug.

Steve cleared his throat loudly, gaining the attention of everyone in the room at once. He looked at Peter who was doing everything here could not to look him in the eye. "Look, as much as I would love to talk about Peter's sad love life, we have a mission-"

"-that will still be there tomorrow, Cap," Bucky finished for him. "C'mon we've been going over this stuff for hours. Let us have this distraction."

Everyone looked to him, Tony feigning a puppy dog expression. Crossing his arms, he left the room. "Fine, but when someone gets hurt because they didn't know where they were supposed to go, don't blame me."

"...literally no one's ever blaming you, man," Sam said.

Suddenly, the screen lit up and F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. "Sir, Peter Parker has a new message."

Everyone looked to the board. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Scroll down, Mr. Stark. Scroll down!," Peter yelled frantically. "What's she saying?"

Natasha smirked. "And you're sure you don't like her, Peter?"

His face flushed. "Okay fine...I might have a tiny crush-"

"I'm sorry I can't hear you," Tony cut in. "Can you say that agai-"

"-I SAID YEAH I REALLY LIKE THIS GIRL!," Peter finally yelled with his eyes squeezed shut. He kept them closed for about twenty seconds afterwards, afraid of the judging faces he would see if he opened them.

He carefully opened his eyes to see all of the avengers (minus Cap) staring back at him with stupid smiles and smirks on their faces.

"Well, that's all I needed to hear," Tony said. He clapped his hands together. "Okay everybody, first order of business, checking the text. Sam, you're our reader."

"Got it."

"What?," Peter yelled, reaching for his phone. Tony dodged him and gave it to Sam. "Mr. Stark, I can text a girl on my own. I don't need help."

"Nat, you're our timer. Make sure none of the responses take longer than a minute. We don't want the girl to get bored and go on to something else."

"Check."

"Mr. Stark, c'mon-"

"Sam, you explain stuff to lightning head over here if he doesn't understand it. This could be learning moment for ole Shakespeare. Thor, you listen to Sam."

"Right."

"On it."

"Everyone else, you're with me. We gotta find the perfect thing to say to this girl. I've got a feeling this is probably the only chance he's gonna have to get a girl in a long time."

Rhodes, Scott, Clint, Bruce, and Wanda looked to each other and nodded.

"And Pete?"

Peter raised his head. "Yes sir?"

"You know this girl more than anybody here does, so you tell us if what we say is appropriate for her or not."

Peter rolled his eyes and nodded. After all, what's the worst that can happen?

Tony pointed to Sam. "Okay, read it."

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: u going to flash's party on saturday??

~~~

"She wants to know if the kid's going to some party Saturday."

Tony turned to the boy. "You're going," her demanded.

Flash was the most popular douchebag in school. Totally rich and totally rude and totally determined to use his every breath to spite Peter. "I wasn't even invited," Peter mumbled, shooting a glare towards Sam when he heard him laughing.

"Well get invited," Tony ordered. "A party is the perfect place to make a move. Send yes."

~~~

sci-fi boi: yes

~~~

"Mr. Stark, how am I supposed to get into this party? Flash hates me! And if I crash it and Flash sees me, he's gonna make sure everyone thinks I'm a loser!"

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. "Peter we're trying to help you here. Figure that part out on your own."

Peter sighed, leaning forward in his chair. The last thing he wanted was another assignment, even if it wasn't actually an assignment. On the plus side, he'd get to see you, and maybe have some fun if he actually tried to enjoy himself.

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: cool so i guess ill go too

~~~

Rhodey chuckled while shaking his head. "Kid, if you don't ask this chick out the second you see her again, I'm gonna bodyslam you."

Peter frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bruce smiled. "Whether or not she went to the party was depending on if you were going," he pointed out.

"This girl used to be like that with me back in college," Scott said with a shrug. "Thought she liked me. Turned out she just had social anxiety..."

"Yeah you're really not helping this, bugman," Tony said.

"Wait, you guys think [Y/N] actually likes me back?," Peter asked, getting groans and laughs in return.

"Where have you been the last few minutes?," Natasha said.

"We've literally been saying that this entire time," Sam deadpanned.

Peter stared at his feet below the table. If the team was right, and you did actually like him back, then the movie marathon he was planning was the perfect excuse to hang out with you. "I-i think I might have a plan!," he rushed out, his head flying up. He pointed to Sam. "Ask her if she's free tonight!"

"Yes!," Thor yelled, his fists pumped into the air. "The spider child has grown his man balls!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Sam nodded approvingly as he texted.

~~~

sci-fi: r u free tonight??😉

~~~

"Wait hold on," Peter said, suddenly rushing towards the phone in a frantic manner. "Why is there a winking emoji?! I didn't say anything about a winking emoji!"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were flirti-"

Peter groaned. "Delete it, man. Delete it before her bitmoji pops up!"

"Okay okay, dang kid," Sam chuckled, quickly deleting the text and replacing it with one without a winking emoji. "There. And ya girl didn't even see it."

"Hey guys," Scott said. "I know we're all freaking out and stuff. But honestly, I'm just glad he wasn't watching porn." He shrugged. "So no matter what happens with this girl, today's still an absolute win."

It went on like this for a solid thirty minutes.

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: yeah wassup

sci-fi boi: wanna come over and watch movies?

crackhead [y/n]: sure what're we watching

sci-fi boi: we can decide that when u get here. how about 4??

crackhead [y/n]: alright sure

~~~

"Okay, last thing," Tony said. "We need a sly compliment. Something not that special about her, but enough to show her that you're tuned in. Gets them every time, trust me."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Wow, lady-killer."

Tony pointed towards her and shrugged. "She said it, not me."

Thor looked to Peter. "So, young spider. What have you observed about your darling love?"

Peter blushed, almost wanting to comment on the Thor's word choice but ultimately deciding not to. "Well, um, her eyes light up a lot when she gets excited and it's really dorky in a cute kind of way I guess," he mumbled, scratching his head.

"Alright I got it," Sam said, typing the words in. He lifted his shoulders into a shrug. "Who knows, kid? There be some hope for you."

~~~

sci-fi boi: btw how do you get ur eyes to sparkle so bright when u get happy about stuff? Just thinking about it lol its cute

~~~

Peter blew out a shaky breath as he looked back over the set-up he'd made in the living room.

He'd cleared out space to build a super huge homemade blanket fort and inside it at the end was his tv. Towards the middle were all of pillows he could find inside the house and at the other end were snacks. All around the inside were fairy lights because he knew you liked them, though personally he found them cliche.

He spent about an hour on the whole set and an additional thirty minutes stressing over and making sure everything was safe (with all three fairy lights and tv cords). The last thing he needed was for the both of you to catch on fire while watching the movie.

The two of you were going to be watching Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (or as normal 'not-nerds' like to call it, "the first one"). Of course, he hadn't told the team that. If they'd known what movie he'd planned on showing her, high chances are they wouldn't have even let him out of Avengers tower. But if Peter was gonna be forced to hang out with someone (not that he was really complaining), he would at least pick the film.

Finally checking all the boxes in his head for the night, Peter went to go check the DVD before he heard your knock at the door.

"Coming!," he yelled, quickly chucking the disc into the DVD player. He ran to the door and opened it with an awkward smile. "Uh, hey [Y/N]."

"Hey," you said back, already sort of blushing. "How's it going?"

Peter stared. Are your eyebrows done or are they just naturally that nice? He found his voice after abruptly noticing that he was staring. "Uh-well. It's been going great! How's it going for y-you also as well?" He frowned. "I-i mean, what's been going on with your life lately? No, that's dumb. I meant-"

"Peter, Peter! Calm down, dude," you giggled. "I've been fine."

"Oh," he chuckled. "That's good... d-do you wanna come in?"

"Question. What're we watching, Peter?," you asked, a smile playing on your face. Considering what you remembered from the last time you were at his house, and the fort you could get a peek of from the doorframe, you figured it was special for the nerdy boy. Plus his shirt had Yoda on it.

Freakin' Star Wars.

Immediately, a wide grin spread across his face. "Remember what you promised me we'd watch?"

You rolled your eyes, stepping past him into his living room. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Time to get nerdy I guess."

"Come on, you'll love it,"Peter said, quickly closing the door behind them and then briskly running towards the fort to hold up the side blankets for you. "So, snacks and drinks are beside us. We'll chill on these blankets here. And...um, yeah. That's about it." After stepping outside for a bit to go turn off the lights(for the full "movie theater" experience), Peter laid down on his belly, reaching for the DVD player to press play.

You watched as he fumbled with the wires, making sure the DVD player was plugged in before turning it on. Has your jawline always been that sharp?

You couldn't quite place it, but his texts from before seemed.. weird. But not a bad weird at all. A good, intriguing weird.

And that compliment was pretty nice, but odd for Peter. Sure, he complimented you often, but it just felt different this time. Usually it'd be something like, "new dress?" or "nice shoes". But never "you're eyes sparkle when you get excited." Heck, you didn't even know that about you. Was he paying attention? Did that mean he-

You remember how he acted about Liz Allen and Michelle Jones. Always staring. Never able to even say a full sentence in front of them without stuttering up a storm.

But he was so comfortable about you for the most part. You were just a friend.

"Okay got it," Peter said, laughing excitedly as the screen in front of him lit up. He scooted back to where you were sat. "Prepare to have your mind blown."

The Fort quickly became dark as the Lucasfilm logo shined on the screen.

"I seriously dou-"

"Shhh!," he cut you off. "Wait for it..."

You gave him a look but joined him in his silence to see what he was waiting for.

BUMMMMM buh buh bummmm

Practically jumping on top of him, you flinched at the loud and sudden music. "Crap dude! Turn it down!"

Peter shook his head, reaching for a soda. "You have to get the full effect, [Y/N]!," he laughed. "Just embrace it." He began to sing with the music and mime crazy gestures as if he were directing an orchestra.

Duh duh duh DUH DUHHHHHHHH

Halfway through he stopped and recited the opening crawl, his eyes glued to the screen with a sort of focus that made you sure that not only was this not foreign to him, he probably did this every other week.

"It is a period of civil war," he mumbled, throwing some popcorn into his mouth. "Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic- [Y/N] you have to watch the words, I swear it'll make the whole experience better." It went on for a little while longer until he paused the movie and looked over at you, cowering a bit. "D-do I have something on my face?"

"Huh? Nah you're good," you said, realizing he'd noticed you staring. "It's just-" you remembered his text from earlier. "-you got really excited... It-um..it was cute."

Because of the darkness(the only lighting being from the tv), you couldn't see if Peter blushed or not, but you could clearly see the stupid grin plastered on his face that he was trying to hide from you with his hand. Repeatedly licking his lips as a desperate attempt to stop smiling as he pressed play on the remote control. "A-ah, um, thanks [Y/N]."

The opening crawl was over and soon the movie actually began, showing a huge spaceship.

"That's the imperial star destroyer," Peter whispered, never taking his eyes off the screen. "They belong to the empire." He saw your blank expression, wide eyes as he realized that meant nothing to you. "Uh, the bad guys."

You squinted your eyes at the screen, silently judging the graphics of the energy blasts- space bullets?- or whatever they were supposed to be. "Pete, when was this movie made?"

"1977."

"Oh okay," you said, deciding to give it some leeway for the trash designs.

You scooted a little closer to your friend, figuring you'd get a little bit more comfortable.

Oh how he wished you hadn't done that.

Nothing like actual, physical contact with a girl that you like and you think she might like you back to actually manage to distract you from one of your favorite movies ever.

He froze, not wanting to pull away and offend you, but definitely not wanting to stay because just being this close to you was making his mind run wild.

Does she actually like me back? What if Mr. Stark and the team only said that to get me to make a fool of myself? She's too comfortable with me. She just sees me as a friend. Or maybe she likes me and she's just really chill about it? Ooh my gosh and she's leaning on me right now. What am I 'sposed to do?? I don't know I don't know I don't know!!!!!!!!!

Deciding for a quick compromise, he got up completely to reach for another soda, though his sprite was still half finished. When he sat back down, he wasn't as close. Hopefully, you'd just see it as natural human behaviour and not him wanting to be away from you.

Course you would see it that way, wouldn't you?

"Oh my gosh I recognize someone! That's R2D2, right?!" You pointed wildly, glad to not be completely clueless for once with this nerd crap.

"Yeah that's R2," Peter responded, letting out a secret sigh of relief, thankful for the distraction.

"A-and that's that gold dude!"

"Yeah, C-3PO."

"And oh crap that's Princess Leia!," you shouted. "Fucking feminist icon!"

Peter tilted his head. "Wait, how would you know that if you've never watched this?"

You laughed. "I still have access to the internet, doofus! Scroll down the nerdy feminist side of tumblr and Leia is literally everywhere."

Peter chuckled as he finally finished his sprite. "Okay. Valid."

Since that, you stopped talking for a bit. Part of you actually did figure that since you're here, you might as well actually try to enjoy the movie and maybe find out what the fans actually see in it that makes them like it so much. The other part just really didn't want to annoy Peter while he was watching his favorite movie series.

But sometimes you just have to say something.

"Hold up, wait. Isn't that his sister? Oh my God, Pete I swear somebody told me before that Leia was Luke's twin!"

Peter shrugged while nodding. "Well, that's a bit of a spoiler, but yeah. What about it?"

"Oh my gosh, Pete- what about it?! Dude, he's literally making 'fuck me' eyes at his own sister! He's all like, 'ooh you're so sexy I'm gonna bone you all over the galaxy'. That's freaky!"

You grabbed the remote and began to rewind it.

"C'mon now [Y/N]," he explained. "He didn't call her sexy. He said she was beautiful. Sexy is wayyy different from beautiful. You can think your family members are beautiful can't you?"

You paused it once you got to where you wanted.

"Okay Parker, look at that. Look at that and tell me Lukes's not totally undressing her with his eyes!" You pointed at Peter's face with a goofy smile on yours. "Oh wow, I've finally figured you people out now."

Peter's head cocked to the side. "Figured out what?"

"Star Wars nerds are a bunch of horny kids that like that step-sibling porn stuff but can't watch that in front of their parents so they have to use an alternative!"

Peter fell on his back with laughter, practically rolling around like a pig. "[Y/N], what?!"

You gave him an incredulous look. "Who else likes to see two siblings bang each other, Peter?!"

At that he pointed back at you while picking up his other soda. "To be fair, they never do that with each other. They only kiss, like twice and that's it. And one of them is only to make Han Solo mad."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the Han Solo guy. Where is he anyway?"

Peter smiled. "Well, we're only twenty mintues in. He'll come soon."

To tell the truth, Peter really didn't even know what part you were at. His eyes were watching the screen but nothing was being comprehended. The only thing he could manage to think about was all the tiny things that were going on over on your side of the fort. Did you notice him staring? Was Tony right and you were just concerningly nice?

"I love how everybody at this bar is so chill south everything that's happening. It's like oh wow this guy just shot this green dude at table 8 and nope we totally don't care," you joked, pulling Peter out of his trance. He reminded himself that he should probably try to pay more attention. He didn't want to ruin the movie for you in case you had any questions.

But eventually, like all things do, the movie came to an end.

"So, how'd you like it?," Peter said while neither one of you made a move to leave the dark fort. You were laid out in practically a starfish-type position while he was sitting Indian-style.

You smirked. "I'll admit, it was pretty nice for a movie made in 1977. Still a bit lame though," you teased, pinching your fingers together with a giggle. Suddenly, you gasped. "Ooh, Vader was pretty lit though! Just straight force-choking people who disagree with you is such a power move."

Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly. "Typical..."

"Excuse me?"

He bit back a quick smile. "Look, I'm not saying that Darth Vader isn't awesome. Because he is! Totally and completely but [Y/N], you do realize that in literally every movie we watch you like the villains?," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Because the villains are awesome!," you defended.

"Just saying. I'm sensing a bit of a pattern...," he teased.

You scoffed. "This coming from the guy who actually feels bad about some the people crashing into things when we're watching Ridiculousness," you said, reminding in how Peter was forever the relentless sap. "Well, while you're so busy judging me, whose your favorite character?"

At that, he gave a small sincere smile. "Ben. He's really cool."

"Ben Kenobi? The old guy that literally let himself die? But why?"

He shrugged, the small grin still present on his face. "Eh, sentimental reasons..."

He watched you return his sweet smile and it was then and there when Peter really felt content with the night. Though, you hadn't even known the weight his words carried, he did. Ned was the only other person who knew about it. But Peter knew right then and there that if you had asked, he'd tell you. And he knew you'd understand. Maybe you were just nice. Or maybe you did like him back. But in that moment, Peter didn't care. He just wanted to be here with you. Lost in the warm smell of popcorn and your vanilla perfume, watching a Star Wars movie with Uncle Ben surely smiling down from Heaven. And it gave Peter hope that maybe, just maybe, this was a step in the right direction.

2 hours (and five minutes) down. 22 hours (and forty seven mintues) to go...

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thatsgay-writes · 4 years ago

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Shauni x Reader

Summary: Shauni and Eddie’s first date but your Eddie.

Warnings: Light cursing?

(Baywatch Season 1)

Your first date with Shauni was going better than you could imagine. The pier fair (I don't know what it's called.) was the perfect place for a first date. You won Shauni a stuffy from one of the booths and couldn't be prouder of yourself. You both had gotten hungry and were on your way to eat when Shauni said that she had to use the bathroom. You nodded your head, grabbed the stuffy you got her, and stood near the armor car where a little girl was getting her pictures taken. You stood off a little to the side, so you weren't in the girls picture before hearing a weird sound and watch as the pier breaks under the truck, throwing it and it's contents forwards. You react immediately and help grab the truck to try and stop it from slipping further. "We need to get her out of there!" Some guy yells as he holds the mother back from doing anything stupid. You almost roll your eyes at his obvious statement and start reaching your hand out for the little girl. "C'mon sweetie, just reach for my hand." The little girl just shakes her head in fear and doesn't move (If you have watched Baywatch and seen this episode, the little girl had me mad, she couldn't reach out her hand but could climb over two people... like... what???).

"I have to go in there." You say to Garner, who always seems to be the only police man around. "That could cause it to tip!" "It's the only way she's getting out of there!" Garner nods at you and calls a bunch of people to help hold the truck as you climb in slowly. With your body now halfway in, you reach your hand out again and ask the girl to reach her hand out. The little girl shakes her hand again. You mentally face palm at her unwillingness to move and climb in farther. Once your fully in, you hear Shauni call your name from behind you. You turn to look back for a quick second, to see Shauni standing at the door to the car with worry on her face. You give her a quick reassuring smile before looking back at the girl. "Okay all you have to do now is stick your hand out. My friend here..." You motion to Shauni to help you and she climbs in the truck too (Because logic right?). "Will pull you out the rest of the way okay?" This time the girl finally nods and reaches her hand out and you grab it. You help pull the girl over you and hand her off to Shauni. When the girl is finally out, you look over to Shauni, "Okay start slowly back---" You get cut off by a loud creak before feeling the truck start falling. Before you can even think to scream, your head slams against the back wall and you feel something large crush your ribs before passing out.

Y/n... Y/n. Y/n! Your eyes open slowly and you look to your left to see Shauni, face wet and full of worry and fear. You attempt to shift some to try and comfort her before groaning in pain. "Don't move too much. The safe landed right on top of you." You look down to see the safe sitting on your lap and pushed up against your stomach. "Oh... What happened?" "The truck fell and we're sitting against the bottom of the ocean right now. Luckily we're just off the pier and the ground isn't too deep. Unluckily, the truck is filling with water." You watch as Shauni starts playing with her finger, a nervous habit you picked up on after pining for her for 6 months. You grab her hand and rub her knuckles, "It's okay, before you know it Mitch or Jill will be here to save us." Shauni, who now has tears in her eyes, chuckles a little. "Shouldn't I be reassuring you. You're the one with a safe on you." You let go of her hand and rub your hand against her cheek. "It's fine, I think I'm too numb right now to feel the pain." Your statement causes Shauni to grab your hand and give it a squeeze. "C'mon let's get this safe off of you incase the water gets too high." You nod your head in agreement before you start pushing on the safe. After a few minutes, you were getting worried. The water was now reaching up to your neck. "Why isn't it moving!?" Shauni asks with tear in her eyes, still desperately pushing against the safe. "How long has it been?" You say as you throw your head back against the wall.

You look over at Shauni to see her in tears. "Hey, hey, hey... It's gonna be okay. How about once we get out of this, we redo our first date... Far away from the beach." Shauni lets out watery chuckle at your joke. "Sure but I get to--" Shauni looks over at you and screams your name. "Y/n!" She starts pushing at the safe harder to try and get it off. Your head was now full submerged under water and there was no way for you to get air. (In the show Shauni breathes into Eddie's mouth but like... She's just giving him CO2, so I don't know how that works.) Shauni keeps pushing the safe, hoping to push it of or somehow slid you out from under it. Her attempts get more and more desperate as the water gets higher and fewer bubbles from you rise to the top. "Come on... Come on!" The water gets high enough that the safe starts to float and she can finally push it off you. She grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you above the water. She can't really lay you down to perform cpr, so she makes sure your airway is clear and starts the Heimlich maneuver. Before she can even get a second squeeze in, the doors to the truck open and the current of water sucks you out of her hands and into the hands of Mitch and the other life guards.

Jill (I don't think she is actually in that episode) comes over to the truck once the guys pick you up and lay you down a little ways away. Jill pulls Shauni from the truck and into a hug. Shauni instantly starts sobbing, trying to explain everything in between breathes and hiccups. Jill is trying her hardest to calm Shauni down while also keeping her back to you as the guys try and resuscitate you. "C'mon... C'mon..." Jill keeps mumbling over and over again. Jill finally watches as you suddenly lean over and cough out tons of water. "Oh my god." Jill says as she lets out a breath of relief. "Look... Look..." Jill says as she slowly turns Shauni around to see you getting carried to a stretcher, fully conscious. Shauni almost starts crying again in relief before sprinting over to you, pushing through the other life guards and slams her lips into yours. Your surprised to say the least and open your eyes. Once you see blonde hair, you realize it's Shauni and close your eyes and kiss back. When you both finally pull away, you blush hard seeing the other life guards all smirking at you. You just shake your head and put your face into your hands to hide the blush as you get loaded into the ambulance. You ask the paramedics to let Shauni ride in the back with you, to which they agree to after seeing your... little (?) display of affection. After a few minutes of silence with Shauni playing with your fingers, you speak up.

"We definitely need a redo first date... far away from the beach."

#shauni x reader #baywatch #female x reader #female character #x reader #batwatch x reader

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shyficwriter · 5 years ago

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Hope I'm not too late for this, sorry if so. Could you do one where reader one way or another shrinks into a young kid so Yondu has to care for her all the while trying to find a cure? Sorry if this prompt is too weird or if it's late, as said, and thsnk you none the less. Keep up the great work btw your Yondu x readers really warm my heart and make my day it is soooo hard to find platonic relationship stories with Yondu.

What an interesting concept! I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before! [Edit: I just remembered there was an episode like this on Supernatural where a witch turns Dean into a kid, so apparently I have seen this before lol]

Hope you like it! (It came out way longer than expected for a drabble though! ha ha)Word Count: 6,274(Prompts are now closed!)“Watch out!”

Those were the last words you heard before turning to see a brilliant white beam of light burst forth and enveloped you.

That morning Yondu said you were coming along on a mission to steal a machine. None of you knew what it did, just that there was a client who had hired the Ravagers to steal it from a scientist on Calurnia. The most any of you could assume, based on how much the client had offered to pay, was that it was likely dangerous. And now you were staring directly in its crosshairs as it misfired.

The mission had actually been going pretty well up until this point. There didn’t seem to be anyone guarding the machine, so the heist was surprisingly relaxed. Gef was busy un-bolting the machine from the wall with Scrote, and you were waiting with the others to help carry all the other parts out once they were done.

In a way, you supposed you could blame Peter for your situation now, for if it weren’t for him calling you over to check something out you wouldn’t have walked in front of the machine at just the wrong moment when Gef slipped and fell on the controls. Now, you might have been considered one of the more bad-ass Ravagers on the team, but since none of you knew what the machine did, no one really would have faulted you in that split second for nearly peeing down your leg when the light hit you and your heart stopped in fear, assuming you were dead.

However, that’s not what happened. You didn’t die when the blinding light enveloped you. You didn’t burn to a crisp, or melt into a puddle, or develop oozing sores, or anything terrible like that.

It was over in a split second. The beam hit you, the bright light blinding the rest of the Ravager team, and then as soon as it happened, it was over.

Confused shouts picked up volume as everyone tried to figure out what happened. Of course, because the only seemingly visible trace of you was a pile of your clothing, they assumed you had been vaporized at first. Yondu was about to tear Gef a new asshole for his incompetence costing them a member of the team, until they heard a cooing noise over the commotion.

With raised eyebrows everyone looked in the direction of the noise, not sure what to make of it. Finally, Yondu cautiously walked over to inspect the sound emanating from your pile of discarded clothes, and was shocked at what he had found.

You had been turned into a baby.

You weren’t newborn, but you couldn’t have been much older than a year old. It took you a moment to realize what happened and why everything suddenly looked bigger. At first you thought you had be shrunken, but then you looked down at yourself to see that your hands weren’t your own. It was hard to see, as you were trying to fight your way out of your now much too big jacket, but you had the tiny arms of an infant, and you realized in horror that there was only reason that could be before you hear footsteps approaching you.

Yondu hesitantly pulled back the jacket to reveal a now much younger you. He picked you up and held you at arms length. He looked at you in confusion, “What the-?” is all he managed to get out, and that’s when your infant self actually did pee down your leg, though at this time you didn’t really notice as you were still panicking. All you could think was how you now embodied a baby, and how this wasn’t ideal.

Yondu wasn’t amused, having only narrowly avoided the mess splashing on him, though the crew would have found his expression funny had the whole situation not been so bizarre.

Yondu handed you off to Kraglin, who was less than happy having to cradle your squirming baby form; you didn’t exactly like being lifted and passed around. “What are we gonna do with her?” he asked.

“We gotta change her back, right?” asked Peter.

“We can’t figure it out now, boy. We stick around much longer we might get caught.” Yondu reasoned. He instructed Gef and Scrote to finish disconnecting the machine and load it onto the ship. Hopefully they could figure it once you all got back to the Eclector and had more time.

Scrote joked about just dropping you off at an orphanage on the way instead of worrying about it, but Yondu just glared at him and he got back to work.

To the dismay of Kraglin, you began to fuss. You didn’t want to wait, you wanted changed back now!

If only there was some way to let them know you were aware of everything, that you may look like a baby, but you still had your adult mind. Unfortunately for you, your reactions were quite limited due to your infant body. You couldn’t speak to tell them to piss off, so fussing would have to do.

It didn’t seem to be working. Kraglin just passed you off. “Here, entertain the baby, Peter.”

At first Peter started to refuse, but after a receiving a warning look from Yondu he relented, and begrudgingly took you in his arms. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I dunno, kid.” Kraglin said. “Just, play peek-a-boo or some crap until we can get this thing loaded up. Just keep her from fussing.” He then tossed Peter a shirt you had been wearing from your pile of clothes. “And here, might as well cover her with something.”

Peter rolled his eyes and groaned, he hated it when Kraglin called him a kid just because he still happened to be in his twenties. He sat on the ground with you, trying his best to make the adult size t-shirt fit around your infant body.

It wasn’t until now that it hit you that you had been stark naked this whole time. You were mortified, despite the fact that you supposed “baby butt” wasn’t really the same as being nude when you were an adult.

“How’d I get stuck with the baby?” Peter muttered when he was finished.

You stared at him in annoyance. You weren’t exactly fond of this situation either. You started to fuss out of spite.

“Keep her quiet, boy!” Yondu scolded.

You’d show him quiet. You fussed louder. Yeah, you felt childish, but you felt you could make an exception for these circumstances.

Peter tried playing peek-a-boo, but you ignored him. Unlike an actual baby, you actually had a concept of object permanence, and you didn’t exactly feel like playing along. Maybe if you fussed more they’d hurry up. The quicker you got back to the ship the quicker they could find a way to change you back.

Your fussing was cut short, however, when Peter got an idea. He started gently tickling your tummy, cooing out a “Cootchie Coo!” as he did so. Your fussing, to your chagrin, turned into happy giggles.

“Aw! Is the baby ticklish?” he cooed. “Is she? Is she?”

You wanted to curse at him to quit it, that you weren’t a child. But you couldn’t, because, well, at this moment you were a child and the only sounds you could make were happy giggles as he playfully wiggled his fingers over your chubby baby tummy.What you hated more, and you’d never admit, was that this was actually kinda fun. Within a few moments you no longer felt like fussing and found yourself actually enjoying the game. You decided to blame this on the fact that you were currently in the body of a baby. If you were full size you would have punched him, you were sure. Mostly.

Within a few moments more Yondu called for Peter. They were finished with the task and it was time to board the ship. This meant the game was over and you were surprised to find that you were actually kind of disappointed.

Once back on the ship a new problem had risen. Where would they put you? They couldn’t just strap you back into your seat like normal. The seats weren’t meant for babies. After some discussion it was finally agreed that Kraglin would pilot the ship with Scrote, while Yondu sat with you in his lap in the back. He didn’t really trust the other Ravagers or Peter to hold onto you properly, figuring they’d drop you or something, and so placed the task on himself.

You wanted to fuss at this. You didn’t want to sit in anyone’s lap like a child, much less your captain’s! However, once everything was settled you found you lacked the energy to start fussing. It actually was kind of comfortable sitting in Yondu’s lap, and he was humming a tune, just low enough for the crew not to hear over their conversations, which was slowly lulling you to sleep.

The next thing you knew you had woken up as you were being laid down on something cushy. You looked around and realized you were in the Captain’s Quarters and someone had laid you on the couch. Yondu and Kraglin were discussing the elephant in the room with the rest of the Ravagers from the mission.

“What the hell are we supposed to do with a baby?” Kraglin asked. “None of us know anything about babies!” He sounded anxious.

“I’m tryin’ to figure that out.” responded Yondu. “There’s gotta be a way to change her back. Gef, you get on that. Find Oblo and the two of ya work it out. Kraglin go with them, make sure they don’t mess it up.”

Gef nodded with a, “Yes, sir!” before leaving the room, and Kraglin begrudgingly followed, afraid he’d be stuck with ‘baby duty’ if he didn’t.

Scrote popped off again about being serious about tossing you in an orphanage and you glared at him the best you were able with your baby face. He wasn’t looking, of course.

You angrily, but carefully, tried to climb down off the couch. You’d show him. You didn’t know what’d you’d do, but you’d figure it out. When you successfully landed on the floor without hurting yourself you had a mind to check if you had any teeth to bite him with. A quick search of your gums with your tongue proved fruitless. No teeth. Damn. Could you walk at least? You attempted, and made a couple of wobbly steps before you fell to the floor. You rolled your eyes. You could work on it. You decided to resign to crawling on the floor for now and listening for a bit, looking around to see if maybe there was something you could throw at him.

While you were busy contemplating ways your infant form could cause Scrote bodily harm Yondu was busy scolding him. “We ain’t gonna just put her in an orphanage! She’s still a part of this crew, and that means we’ll figure it out! Get on out of here if ya don’t have anythin’ useful to contribute ‘fore I assign ya to diaper duty!”

‘Diaper duty? Shit!’ You had completely forgotten about that. How could this get any worse? While it would be funny to see Scrote have to change dirty diapers, you’d be damned if you were gonna get him change you. Geeze. You just knew you’d never live this down when you got changed back.

While you were lamenting Scrote hurriedly walked out of the room. After he was gone you heard Peter speak up again. “Uh, Yondu-?”

“What, boy?” Yondu snapped in frustration. He was just about done with this day. He didn’t want to hear anymore questions about what they were supposed to do with you.

“Where’s the baby?”

“What?” Yondu’s expression changed from annoyance to surprise. He looked around, noticing you were no longer on the couch. “Aw, what the hell!”

You sighed. You knew you couldn’t exactly expect to be given your space right now, but come on. You crawled out from behind the couch and into view before the guys could have a conniption.

“Oh, there she is!” Peter said in relief.

Yondu walked over and picked you up off the floor. “Why can’t ya just stay put?” he asked, not really expecting an answer, but getting a pout in response.

“Ugh, what’s that smell?” Peter asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “Warn someone next time, geeze!”

You could smell it too. Ugh! What did Yondu eat today?!

Yondu looked at him. “Don’t blame that on me, boy! I thought it was you-” then it it them. Yondu’s eyes narrowed at you. “Why ya little-”

It was then you too realized, in mortification, what the smell was.

“Peter-” Yondu tried, but Peter was already halfway out the door.

“Sorry, Yondu! I got to go do that… thing… chores- you asked me to do, bye!” and with that he ran out the door.

Yondu yelled some swears at him as he left before turning his attention back to you. “Dammit,” he sighed, realizing he didn’t have any available crew left to do this dirty work for him. “Let’s just get this over with.”

***

The next day at breakfast Yondu noticed Peter had already finished eating and before he could get away stuck him with the task of feeding you. When asked with what and how Yondu grabbed a yarrow root from the bowl on the table and told Peter to mash it up and spoon it to you. Yondu then grabbed a fruit for himself and sat down next to Kraglin to eat.

“Looks like you slept better than expected.” noted Kraglin, surprised that Yondu didn’t have a “the baby cried the whole night” story to share that morning. After weighing the pro’s and cons the night before Yondu claimed he decided to bite the bullet and keep you in his quarters so the crew could sleep. A ‘selfless act’ from their captain. In truth he was worried about putting a baby in the trust of anyone else. What could he say? He knew his crew.

“I’m as surprised as you,” Yondu admitted, taking a bite, “but she slept clear through the night.”

“Can’t complain about that.” Kraglin said.

“Nope. How’s Gef coming on that machine?”

“Well, he’s not there yet. He got it running, and he turned an adult orloni into a pup, but he hasn’t quite figured out how to reverse it yet.”

“Well tell him to hurry up.” Yondu warned. “We don’t got forever with it, eventually we gotta hand it over to the client.”

Kraglin nodded and left, finished with his breakfast. Yondu turned his attention to you and Peter, finding you fussing and Peter an exasperated mess as he tried to feed you.

You didn’t want to be fed like a child, you were sure you could do it yourself! But it didn’t matter how many times you’d grab for the spoon or throw the food back at Peter, he wouldn’t get the hint. You might be in a baby’s body, but was it really that hard to realize that you were smarter than one??

“Dammit, boy! Hand her here.” Yondu said in annoyance after seeing the mess. “Ain’t ya never fed a baby before?”

“No!” Peter cried in irritation. “Have you?”

“Well, no,” Yondu admitted, “but it can’t be as hard as yer makin’ it out to be!”

Yondu plopped you on to table in front of him, took the bowl of mashed yarrow root from Peter, and tried feeding you himself.

You started to fuss again but Yondu just stared ya down. “There ain’t gonna be any of that, missy.” He scolded. “Now ya settle down and eat it, that’s an order!”

You pouted but obeyed your captain’s orders, allowing him to feed you the rest of the mashed root.

“How’d you do that?” asked Peter, clearly annoyed Yondu was having an easier time. He attempted to clean himself off with a napkin. He swore, if he didn’t know better, it was like you were actively listening to and obeying Yondu’s orders.

“Ya just gotta let ‘em know who’s boss, boy.” Yondu said smugly, clearly pleased with himself. You internally groaned. What you wouldn’t give to be able to talk right now.

***

Later that day Yondu found himself with some free time, but unable to pawn you off on anyone else to enjoy it. He didn’t trust more than half his crew with a baby, and the other half was either away on various missions or working out a way to change you back. Eventually he just resigned himself to staying in his quarters with you. Maybe if he’d turn on the TV it might keep you occupied as well.

It didn’t work.

You just weren’t interested in watching some boring wrestling match, so you kept trying to crawl away from the spot he had designated for you on the floor in front of the TV. After about the 5th time of having to retrieve you from wandering off Yondu opted instead to sit you in his lap so he could keep an eye on you.

You began to fuss again. You were bored! If he was going to keep you cooped up in here the least he could do was let you crawl around! Hell, you could even be practicing walking or something!

Yondu turned you to face him. “Enough of that. What do ya want?” He said crossly. Part of him felt silly. He knew you couldn’t understand him.

You pouted and attempted to talk, but you could only manage gibbering babbles as your vocal cords clearly weren’t as developed as you’d like them to be yet for holding an adult conversation. In your frustration you smacked at his arm with your tiny hand.

“Yer a mean lil’ shit, ya know that?” Yondu said, a grin threatening his grouchy facade. He had to admit, you were kind of adorable. “We gotta work on that.” With that he started tickling your belly and you squealed in happy giggles. “See, that’s better!” Yondu laughed. “Ya don’t need to be sitting around looking so mad all the time!” He started cooing and teasing you, saying things like “Gitchy-gitchy! I’m gonna getcha!” and “Now who’s a happy lil’ shit? I think it’s you!”

You giggled and wiggled under his attack. Had you been in your adult form you probably would have punched him and told him to fuck off out of embarrassment, worried that it would hurt your image as a hard-ass. However, since you weren’t, you just allowed yourself to enjoy the game, just as you had with Peter. You supposed it could be worse, you could still be bored, and actually you were kind of having fun if you were being honest. It wasn’t often you just got to laugh and be care-free, so you supposed you could enjoy it while it lasted, even if you would definitely deny anything of the sort once you got changed back. Again, you had your “bad-ass” image to protect, after all.

The same could be said for Yondu as well. The only ones who ever got to see anything close to his softer side were Peter, you, and Kraglin to an extent. What would his crew think if they saw their mean ol’ captain baby-talking and playing with a giggly baby? They might think he was going soft, and he couldn’t have that. But he didn’t have to worry about that right now. He could just be carefree for a bit and enjoy the fact that he got to see you laugh, even if it was the baby-version of you. You didn’t seem to do much of it anymore these days. Probably too concerned with needing to look tough around the guys was his guess.

The game continued for a bit more until Yondu was satisfied he had tired you out. You remained giggly even as your eyelids drooped and before long you fell asleep for a nap right in his lap. He figured you could sleep there for a bit while he watched the rest of the match on the TV. Looking down at you sleeping he chuckled quietly to himself.

“Cute lil’ shit.”

***

By around mid-day of the next day Gef still hadn’t figured out how to use the machine to turn you back, but he had turned 5 adult orlonies into pups trying. The only thing he had discovered was that if the beam hit something that was already a baby, it didn’t have any noticeable effect. This wasn’t exactly progress, but it was a slight relief to know that if they hit you with it again and got it wrong that you wouldn’t disappear or anything.

Yondu was growing increasingly agitated at the slow progress, not that he’d tell anyone he was actually worried though. Not only were you one of his best workers, but he did care for you and Peter like his own children. You were his little girl, just as Peter was his boy, though he’d never admit as much for either. He definitely wasn’t going to be happy if they couldn’t change you back.

After Oblo left to rejoin Gef after delivering the news Peter sat you on the ground to crawl around and turned to Yondu. “Yondu, what do we do if we can’t turn her back?” He sounded more worried now. Yeah, you were already like his younger sister, but this was ridiculous. “Like, do we… raise her? And just wait for her to grow up?”

You heard this and you stopped crawling. You sat on the floor in disbelief. That was one outcome you hadn’t considered. Could you really be stuck like this? Forced to live with a young adult mind inside of the body of an infant? You couldn’t handle that possibility. It wasn’t fair. You were already hating every moment of this, and now there’s a possibility you’d stay trapped like this? You broke down, and wailed like the infant you currently embodied.

“Oh hey! Hey! Shhh. You’re ok!” Peter tried to sooth as he picked you up from the floor.

“What happened?” asked Yondu, concerned. “She hurt herself?”

“I don’t know. She doesn’t look hurt?” Peter said, looking you over as you continue to wail. “She can’t be hungry, we just fed her, and it doesn’t look like she needs changed.” He found a small brightly colored cup and in desperation to stop your cries tried to present it to you like a toy.

“I think that’s the first time she’s actually cried this whole time.” Kraglin noted. “I guess it was just a matter of time. It was actually starting to get weird.”

Just then Scrote walked by, and noticing your cries, coughed out the word “Orphanage!” as he walked past.

Yondu growled and called for his arrow, driving it to point right between Scrote’s eyes. “I told ya to knock that shit off!”

Scrote stood frozen in fear. “Sorry, boss! It won’t happen again!”

“Ya bet yer ass it won’t!” growled Yondu, “Go clean out the grease traps in the kitchen. Now.” He called back his arrow and Scrote scampered off to the Mess Hall, knowing the punishment was better than death by yaka arrow.

By this time you had accepted the cup from Peter solely for the purpose of throwing it at Scrote. You missed, of course, with your tiny baby arms not being able to throw it that far, but Peter took notice.

“Um, guys?” he asked, starting to piece some events from the past couple days together. “Do- do you think she can understand us?”

“What?” Yondu turned back and looked at the two of you incredulously. Surely you couldn’t?

“I mean, call me crazy, but she kinda doesn’t act that much like any baby I’ve seen, and it’s like she reacts to what we say. She stops fussing when you order her to, she never cried at all until just now when I mentioned the possibility that we can’t change her back, and she threw the cup at Scrote for the orphanage jokes. I’m really starting to think she can understand us.

You looked at Peter as he spoke and stopped crying. You excitedly clapped your hands and squealed. Yes! Finally someone noticed! Thank god, Peter!

Yondu and Kraglin looked at your display in disbelief and then to each other. That definitely looked like you understood Peter’s claim, but could that really be true?

“Hey,” Yondu caught your attention, bringing himself to be eye-level with you. “Are ya really in there? Can ya really understand us?”

Again you clapped and let a little squeal of delight. Yes! You could understand! Thank God! Maybe now they could stop treating you like a dumb baby!

The three men looked at each other alarmed. Peter quickly sat you down on the table. “Uh.. Ok. Two claps for yes, one clap for no, understand?”

You clapped twice, a happy grin on your face.

“Holy shit.” said Kraglin. “She’s really in there!” He almost seemed to pale at the thought. “So she understands exactly what’s been going on!?”

You clapped twice again, startling him. This made you giggle.

“I guess that would explain why she always looks so mad when we change her diapers then…” Peter said.

You frowned, and sheepishly clapped twice. You gave him a look that even he could read as “Trust me, if I could avoid it, I would.”

“Holy crap.” Peter said, and Yondu’s face showed he shared the same sentiment. “Ok, um, maybe this means she can help!” He turned back to you. “Before you got turned into… this, did you notice anything that might help us turn you back?”

You sadly clapped once. ‘No, I was too busy thinking I was dead!’ you thought.

Yondu frowned. “Don’t worry. We’re gonna get you changed back. Gef and Oblo are workin’ on it right now.”

You nodded. You, of course, already knew this.

Peter tried to think of a better way for you to communicate. “Um, do you think you can write?”

You weren’t sure, so you clapped three times, hoping he’d get the message.

“I’m going to take that as an ‘I don’t know.’“ he said. You clapped twice in response as he pulled a small notepad and pen from his pocket. He handed them to you.

You took the objects and attempted to write. Obviously you knew what words you wanted to say, and could remember how to write in your mind, however, you lacked the motor skills to accomplish the task. All you were able to produce was illegible scribbles. You looked up at him sadly and slumped your little shoulders.

“It’s alright,” Peter said, “We’ll figure it out. Besides, I’m sure you’ll be back to normal in no time!”

You didn’t respond, you were sure he was only trying to comfort you and didn’t actually believe it.

“I gotta admit, this does make diaper changing more awkward knowing she’s actually in there.” said Kraglin.

“Well I bet it’s been awkward for her this whole time,” Peter replied.

You clapped twice.

“Well, I mean, do we do things differently? She’s still in a baby body? Do we still help feed her? Or the diapers? She can’t even walk really, I doubt she can use a toilet on her own.”

You covered your eyes with your little hands in embarrassment, and that told them all they needed to know about that.

Yondu decided to speak up again. “Well, we don’t like it anymore than ya do, but since we don’t really gotta choice we’re all just gonna have to suck it up until we can change ya back. An’ that means ya gotta stop fussin’ all the time. Now we know yer in there an’ got a way of communicating ya can quit fussin’. Understood, missy?”

Begrudgingly you clapped twice. You were more than ready to communicate like an adult, but getting them to listen and understand was another thing.

Peter began to chuckle, “Ya know, once you get changed back, the crew’s never gonna let you live this baby-thing down,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

You threw his pen at him. You knew he was right. They would totally try to tease the hell out of you once this was over.

“Hey now, what’d I say about fussin’, girl!” Yondu scolded, a hint of play in his voice. He scooped you up. “If yer gonna keep acting like a baby I might as well treat ya like one!” he chuckled as he tickled your tummy, making your squirm and giggle in his hold.

The other two actually laughed, a little bit of the tension lifted. Knowing you were in there and knowing they could embarrass you to pieces by teasing you about being a baby somehow made the situation slightly better.

But one thing was certain. If you had any doubts before, you were sure you’d definitely never live this down now.

***

The next day went smoother. You were less frustrated now that the other’s stopped treating you as much like a baby wherever possible, unless they were just trying to embarrass you. Everything wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

That morning Peter asked if you wanted to try feeding yourself, and you happily tried, wanting some independence back. Unfortunately the little matter of poor motor skills came into play and it became clear that you were better off letting Peter do it for you.

Despite this, a lot of the frustration was still lifted off you, so you decided to have some fun during some off-time on the ship.

Kraglin was off helping Gef and Oblo with the machine, but Yondu and Peter were hanging out in the captain’s quarters cleaning their blasters. Now that they knew you weren’t going to go off and choke on small objects, or whatever else babies could do to accidentally harm themselves if left unattended, you were free to crawl around as you pleased. You decided to entertain yourself by throwing small objects you found on the floor at the guys and quickly hiding behind furniture before they turned. Really you just wanted something to take your mind off the fact that the client was going to be expecting the machine soon, and you were running out of time if they couldn’t figure out how to change you back.

Peter got up after the third time of being hit with your projectiles and made to come after you, threatening to sit you on top of the dresser if you didn’t quit. You avoided capture from Peter by slipping under the sofa, but Youdu pulled you out from the other side.

He laughed as you let a surprised squeal and kicked in his grasp. He flipped you upside down and tickled your belly. “I already told ya, if ya wanna act like a kid, I’ll treat ya like a kid!” he chuckled, trying to sound stern but not succeeding.

“Wait, you know what I just realized?” Peter said, looking almost shocked, with a hint of mischief.

“What?” Yondu asked, stopping his actions and allowing you to escape to the sofa.

Before Peter could respond with his realization Kraglin came bounding into the room. “Boss, we got a problem! The client is here for the machine!”

“We were supposed to bring it to him!”

“He says he got tired of waiting!”

“Well, stall him!” Yondu ordered. He turned to Peter and told him to grab some clothes from your quarters. He was going to take you and try to speed Gef and Oblo along.

***

Peter got to the room where Gef was working with the machine soon after you and Yondu did, and Yondu ushered him to shut door behind him.

Yondu told Gef that the client was there now for the machine, he had to reverse it now.

“I think it’s close!” Gef said. “Just let me test it real quick, I think I got it!”

Everyone stood back as he fired the beam at the orloni pup.

Nothing happened.

Yondu scolded Gef, and he hurried to try another combination of buttons. Again nothing.

Yondu looked furious and Gef scrambled to explain that he had only one combination left to try. This one was bound to work, and if it didn’t… well, there was nothing more they could do.

“Ya better hope this works then.” Yondu said coldly.

Everyone held their breath as Gef set up again, pushing the buttons in the final combination. The bright light filled the room and when it faded everyone looked to where the pup had been.

It had worked. It actually worked! The orloni pup was now full grown again!

Cheers of excitement filled the room and Yondu ushered Peter to get you ready. He wasn’t sure how long Kraglin could stall the client.

Peter was fitting you into one of your t-shirts and a pair of pants the best he could, figuring you would just grow into them as you changed back, when Yondu’s communicator went off. It was Kraglin saying he couldn’t stall the client any longer and he was heading your way.

“Ya heard him!” Yondu called to Gef. “Get a move on! The client will be here any minute!”

Peter quickly moved out of the way and Gef hastily plugged in the same combination of buttons as before.

Angry knocking could be heard at the door.

“Jus’ a minute! I’m comin’!” Yondu yelled back, motioning for Gef to hurry up and finish.

Gef pushed the last few buttons as the knocking began to intensify. The doorknob began to rattle and Peter quickly went to push his weight against the door.

Like before the room was filled with a blinding bright light as the beam flooded over you, and just as before it was over nearly as soon as it started.

You let your eyes adjust and patted yourself down as soon as you saw you no longer had the limbs or body of an infant. “It worked!” you said excitedly, standing up. “It-”

Just then the door to the room burst open, pushing Peter to the side as a very irritated Krylorian businessman walked in with Kraglin following nervously behind. When Kraglin’s eyes landed on you and he saw you were changed back a visible relief washed over him.

“Geeze, ya couldn’t wait for me to answer the door?” Yondu said, acting as if nothing strange had just occurred and feigning annoyance. “Ya must have been more excited for this thing than I thought.”

The businessman eyed him suspiciously, but seeing as he couldn’t find any faults to complain about he instead opted to just talk business instead. He paid Yondu the rest of the bounty and Yondu instructed Gef and Oblo to help Kraglin load the machine onto the man’s ship.

When the men had gone and it was just the three of you left Peter turned to you with a shit eating grin. “So-”

“Not a word.” You said coldly, a blush already creeping up your neck.

“That’s fine, because I don’t need any words to know this works on you now.” he said, wiggling his fingers into your stomach. It was this that he had realized earlier; a ticklish baby-you would very likely mean a ticklish adult-you, and he was right.

You smacked at his hands and told him to quit, biting back your giggles.

“I could’ve sworn I said something to ya about quittin’ yer fussin,’ girl.” Yondu interjected, a grin almost as wide as Peter’s as he joined him in the mischief, tweaking your ribs and laughing as you tried to wiggle away, laughter now bubbling from your lips. Really, he was just happy they were able to change you back in time, and glad to see a smile on your face.

“Aw, is our little hard-ass ticklish?” Peter cooed, knowing this would embarrass the hell out of you, “Is she? Is she?” he laughed, noting how you still squealed happily when he tickled your belly, despite your efforts to act like you hated them for it. You had that “hard-ass” image you needed to protect, after all. Even if you definitely didn’t look very tough at the moment.

Eventually they stopped, leaving you a mess of residual giggles. “You both suck.” you whined, grin still plastered on your face. You supposed you didn’t actually hate them for it, but they were definitely the only ones who could get away with that without you gutting them.

“Consider that payback for having to change your diapers.” Yondu chuckled, turning to leave and motioning for the two of you to follow.

“And for the constant fussing. You really were cranky baby.” Peter joked, laughing as you punched him in the arm.

The teasing from them continued throughout the day until it was time for bed. And then it picked up the next day at lunch when Peter asked if you needed him to feed you. And the day after that on a mission when Kraglin spotted an empty diaper pack on the street and joked about how he was glad they were able to change you back, because changing your diaper for three days was more than enough.Then there was all the times when you’d be alone with Peter and Yondu and they’d decide you looked “too mean” and decided to team up and “cheer you up” with tummy tickles.

You were right. You were really never going to live it down.

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keziha-writes · 6 years ago

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"Sweetheart we gotta talk!" Uf Sans x reader

I'd like to thank @yeehowdy-2-point-0 for checking and editing this for me, your such a star!!!

This is kinda embarrassing and well rather self indulgent ^^;

I'm just gonna post this quick before I go to sleep (run away) ... enjoy?

Another lazy afternoon with your favourite skeleton, for the most part it was pretty much the usual. Watching TV, eating snacks, except someone was missing.

When you had arrived Papyrus wasn't home, which left just you and your boyfriend alone. Although this wouldn't seem strange in any other situation, Papyrus always insisted on being a chaperone. Something about how he knew what his brother was like, whatever that meant? But anyway he wasn't here, which was strange, that must be what the weird vibe was? Right? You couldn't quite read the atmosphere, but something about it said nervous? is it because this is your first time alone in the house together? You're probably just reading to much into it.

You decide to just concentrate on watching the TV. It was some mettaton episode, which was what made it even more strange, because it's Papyrus' favourite show. No I said concentrate on watching, you mentally scold yourself.

Once the episode had finished you'd expected Sans to play the next one like he always did, but instead he turned it off? You'd only watched…what? Three episodes? That's hardly a binge worthy of a lazy afternoon tradition.

What came from Sans' mouth next though was the biggest surprise of the day yet!

"Sweetheart, we gotta talk." He said sheepishly.

"Ok sure, what about?" You query, trying to seem cool as a cucumber. But on the inside you're racking your brain for what on earth it could be.

"Don't worry doll, it's just that I... well I got ya something." He brings a black, book sized box tied up with a bow in your favourite colour from his inventory, handing it to you.

All worry disappears as you take it. "Aww thank you, sugar skull."

You slowly start to unwrap your gift, painfully so if the sweat drops forming on Sans' skull are any indication, the contents becoming even more interesting. You open the box, removing the tissue paper to reveal the gift.

You gasp, looking up at your skelle. "Is this...?"

He nods, "yeah, it's um... ya know, a m-mate c- collar. If ya want it, it's fine if ya don't, I-I mean we could do yer human traditions 'n stuff instead, n-not that we can't do them as well or anything, or maybe yer not ready for-"

"It's beautiful!" You cut in, silencing him. You stare at the accessory in disbelief, a blush growing across your cheeks. You knew exactly what this meant, you'd looked up monster dating traditions. You trace the dark choker like collar, stopping at the golden soul (heart) charm with a crystal centre that was half filled with a red glowing, liquid like substance.

"I love it!"

"Y-ya do?" He squeaks surprised "ya know what it is, what it means right?"

"Of course I do, silly, and I say yes." You smile at him, a smile so over filled with joy it makes his soul want to explode. "Would you do the honour and make me yours?" You hold out the collar to him, a warm smile on your face.

He lets out a sigh of relief. "I'd be more than happy to Sweetheart." He pats his lap giving you a cheeky wink encouraging you to sit.

"You're such a tease." You giggle, sitting yourself on his lap moving your hair out of the way.

"Yer a hundred percent sure?"

"Two hundred and twenty, bone boy."

"Well then," He chuckles, fastening the collar around your neck, the crystal filling up with more glowing stuff the colour of your soul. Swirling and dancing with the red essence already there. "How's that, not too tight?"

"It's perfect."

"Yer tellin' me," he purrs nuzzling into your now collared neck. You can practically feel the heat from his blush "Damn, Ya look so hot in that, darlin."

"W-what?" You mumble, your face all the way down to your shoulders turn bright red, your ears burning furiously. You turn just slightly and catch a glimpse of a fire like light pouring from his eye sockets before he buries his head further into your neck.

"Ya heard me, yer so sexy in that collar Sweetheart. I don't know if my soul can handle it, maybe I should tear it off with my teeth." He growls in a low voice.

"H-hey, don't you d-dare damage it, the love of my life gave me this." You managed to squeak.

He softly nibbles your ear. "Ya should be careful sayin' stuff like that doll, ya might melt this poor monsters soul." He then closes what little distance was between you two, a light tingling of magic dancing across where his teeth touch your lips.

Next thing you know you're lying on the couch, Sans over you nuzzling and cuddling up to you. A giggle escapes you for two reasons, the first being that it tickles.

"What's so funny, doll?"

"You're so adorable, just like a cat."

"A cat eh? What if I do this?" He began to purr, a lot louder than before. You can actually feel him vibrating a little.

*cough cough*

You both turn to the source of the noise,

"Bo- uhh... Bro? Y-you're back early."

There standing over you both is Papyrus, arms full of shopping bags. "Am I?" he gives you both a glare. "Let me guess, this is why you requested lasagna tonight?"

Sans opens his mouth to explain but Papyrus cuts in before he can say a word.

"I guess it's about time. I mean, how long have you had that thing in your inventory?"

"La la la, we're not listening." Sans blurts and sends you a wink, your pretty sure you get his drift so you close your eyes. In a second your no longer on the couch but in Sans' room, on his bed.

"Sorry the beds still not made." He chuckles.

"I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks?"

"Dog? Thought I was a cat?" He goes right back to nuzzling you, purring happily.

"I love you so much!"

"Hey, I love ya more Sweetheart!"

#keziha writes #keziha stories #uf sans x reader #uf sans #underfell #underfell sans x reader #Red #^^;#collar #this is probably the most suggestive??? I've ever gotten #>\\\\\<#>\\\\<#much blush #I mean he calls reader sexy???

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orionsangel86 · 7 years ago

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re: the last two episodes - that's how we know destiel wasn't an unintended by-product of cockles. when they don't want the ust, they act without it. like, I'm losing hope Saz - I've never seen them so flat around each other. it's like they don't even know each other. remember that comic on how Dean wouldn't let Cas go to the bathroom alone after he got him back? yeah, apparently that's not happening. they're going nowhere with this.

Oh nonny, I am so sorry you feel this way but I am really struggling to see what you mean? When were they flat around each other?

I think you need to be careful about looking at the destiel content on tumblr and then expecting it in the episode. Whilst I can understand that you feel disappointment that Dean didn’t fight for Cas to stay a bit more, because the comic and all of fandom was poking fun at Dean’s mother hen routine and speculating him being really clingy with Cas following his death and resurrection, I actually really liked that Dean trusted him to go and do what he had to do. It’s a sign that they are in a relatively healthy place.

In fact it was really interesting seeing Dean actually use the right freaking pronouns for the first time ever. Not once in that scene did we get Sam’s view. Nor did Sam even get invited along. It was literally all about Dean and Cas:

Dean: Alright, well let’s go

Cas: Dean you can’t accompany me. My contact is already anxious about meeting and won’t speak in the presence of a stranger.

Dean: So introduce me, then I’m not a stranger. I’ll bring a six pack.

Now aside from the fact that Cas’s next sentence is kind of irrelevant and nonsensical to this argument (how does swearing to protect Jack have anything to do with not bringing Dean along? Thanks Bucklemming for that nonsense) this is the first time that Dean and Cas use pronouns correctly. Sam is sitting RIGHT there and there isn’t a single “we” or “us”, in sight and Cas uses the singular “stranger” as well. They NEVER do this because we have been consistently frustrated over their use of the plural pronouns when we KNOW they MEAN the singular form.

Like Sam assumed Dean would want to team up with Cas alone in 13x06, here both Dean and Cas assume that Sam isn’t part of this discussion and don’t even consider if he would come along or not. (poor Sam - He would hate the UST anyway).

I will agree that Cas was kind of cold here. I thought he was kind of cold in 13x06 as well. There is fond exasperation and then there is a lack of care and Cas seems very focused in on Jack right now which is why I am side eyeing him at the moment - but I don’t want to get into the why’s and what’s of that because any meta about Cas on tumblr right now will just blow up in my face cos everyone has been super sensitive about Cas since the season 12 finale so sod that. Pfft.

Dean however is still acting perfectly in character and I thought his acceptance of Cas asking him to let him go was excellent character growth. Dean trusts Cas completely, and honestly it is a massive indicator of his love for the guy when really, Cas hasn’t been a very trustworthy husband recently (though I blame first his depression and secondly Jack for that).

I am in no way worried that this scene some how disproves destiel. Just because Dean wasn’t fighting Cas more or acting more worried about him going off on his own again. I thought it was an excellent moment for them and honestly nonny, its rare that they have moments of full on UST nowadays. I recently re-watched season 4 and holy smokes every single deancas scene oozes sexual tension and makes me squirm from the intimacy. It was all eye sex back then, but nowadays they have settled down, they are an old married couple after all. They don’t have eye sex anymore they have tender eye love making I mean did you SEE the end of 13x05?!?

Also this:

“that's how we know destiel wasn't an unintended by-product of cockles. when they don't want the ust, they act without it.”

is a GOOD thing. We don’t WANT destiel to be an unintended by-product of cockles. We want destiel to be a conscious thing that they act out purposely because it is written into the script and the direction they are given is to act like lovers/husbands etc. They have proven this point though for years. Dean had no sexual tension with Jimmy Novak for instance. He didn’t have any sexual tension with Casifer either, and I can guarantee that when Asmodeus takes Cas’s form, there will be no tender eye love making between them and Dean will figure out straight away that this is not his husband. Destiel is not created by Misha and Jensen having some major attraction to each other. Whether or not that is true, they are both professional actors who are able to keep it in their pants until the camera stopped rolling.

I’m sorry that you are losing hope hun, but look usually we all feel a little bit down after a Bucklemming episode (and confused and exasperated and annoyed and sometimes furious), but I don’t see anything that is a concern for destiel here. In fact I am almost certain that come the second half of the season we will all be screaming about something or another that they did. In season 12 we got an “I love you” AND a mixtape.

I can’t ever say for certain that they are gonna go there. I can only analyse the scenes I’ve been given and come to a conclusion which is my own interpretation, and we all see things differently, but right now I am so not worried. IMO Destiel is endgame, and I happen to think that we are still right on track.

#destiel #castiel #dean winchester #13x07 #season 13 #spn spoilers #spn speculation #asks #anon #Anonymous

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heylabodega · 7 years ago

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how did you make friends in new york? i'm moving in two months and i'm only just realizing i'm terrified of having no one

Hey pal! You probably will have no one for a while! That’s ok! You’ve got yourself, the best person. You’re probably gonna have a month or two where on your days off you realize at 5pm that you haven’t spoken out loud. You’re gonna have some strange, wild, interesting, silent months. Treasure them, silent alone months are rare in life.

Pal, can I tell you about last night? It was my birthday drinks! My birthday is tomorrow happy birthday to me. I had them at a bar in Brooklyn that I hadn’t been to in months or years. We used to hang out there all the time because it was near my friend Anna’s apartment, but she moved to Colorado and we haven’t spoken in years. Last night I walked there with Liz and Robbie after we finished recording what we believe to be our best podcast episode yet. I met Liz and Robbie almost 3 years ago. Liz and I had been following each other on tumblr and she was in New York from D.C. visiting her best friend Robbie and there was slushy snow on the ground and I met them in a little dive bar in the East Village where Liz taught the bartender how to make a gin gimlet and we drank them, watered down and cheap, for hours. A few months later, Liz moved to Brooklyn to work for Hillary Clinton.

When we got to the bar, Eleanor and Emma were already there and had grabbed a table outside. Emma had brought two tupperware containers full of funfetti whoopie pies, my favorite. Eleanor had brought a signed copy of Hunger. I met Eleanor, oh 5 years ago now? Caroline and I had decided to plan a tumblr meetup to which we invited approximately 20 people and to which 2 came, Eleanor was one of them. We went to brunch the next weekend and in what was probably actually weeks or months but in my memory is condensed to practically an instant, we bonded over our confused feelings, our past eating disorders, books about young women in the city, in the bright sweatiness of summer in New York. Later, we lived together for a few months, and when I moved back to the city I slept in her bed while looking for an apartment, slipping in late, waking up in the morning to pick outfits and try to make it to the Subway before we started sweating.

I met Emma through Caroline and I hope she’ll forgive me for not remembering what our precise first meeting was. But soon we discovered a shared love of old movies, musicals especially, and a shared wry-but-exhilerated frustration with dating. Once a month or so we meet at one of our apartments and watch an old musical. In the summer we go to the movies in the parks, sweating and drinking wine from plastic cups and being eaten alive by mosquitos as the sun sets behind Singin’ In the Rain or North By Northwest or Rear Window. She is who I text all day about dates and friends and terrible articles on the internet. She is wise and funny.

Shortly after we got to the bar, Lauren arrived, followed shortly by Timea, both of them looking glamourous in red lipstick and cool boots. Lauren was a friend of my friend Anna, the one who used to live near this bar. I knew Anna through a friend from middle school, and Anna knew Lauren from work. We all hung out in a foursome for that one weird summer where I thought I could be a different person than the one I am if I belonged to a group but Lauren and I were never close. Then Anna left, and then Emily, and then, a little bit later, me. When I came back Lauren and I started to hang out more and she has become one of my best friends. She is funny and kind and surprising and we have had a great deal of fun wheeling about the city. Timea and Lauren have been friends since middle school and Timea lives a few blocks from me. She’s an architect and is one of the most elegant people I have ever met.

Phoebe was next to arrive. We met I want to say 3 or 4 years ago when I messaged her on tumblr that we should hang out, after we’d been following each other for a while. She knows Eleanor from school. We met at French Roast in the village and drank white wine and talked about Frank O’Hara and The Beatles and loving the city. On Thursday she texted me to ask if I wanted an extra ticket to the Lizzo concert and I laughed and said I was already going and we met up there and danced and danced and it was perfect. She is always wearing an outfit that is at least 20 percent cooler than anyone else in the room.

Liz’s girlfriend, who I now call my friend, Lauren and her friend Claire got there after dinner both of them smiling and hugging me. Lauren and Liz met on the Obama campaign (I think) but started dating while they were both working at HFA. I met Lauren when she came to Caroline’s birthday party and then shortly afterwards to our Halloween party. She’s funny and beautiful and intimidatingly smart. Through her I got to start volunteer writing for HFA, an opportunity I will be forever grateful for.

A few minutes later, Thane texted, “Just got here, are you still here?” I met Thane through my friend Emma, in Portland. I met Emma because she was dating my friend Evan from high school and after they broke up, she and I stayed friends. We drove all over Portland and various natures nearby. She introduced me to her friend Thane, and I’d say he and I actually got close in Brooklyn when he was visiting a few days after I’d moved back. I hung out with him and his friends in bars all over Wiliamsburg for like a week. We stayed in touch, and he moved here with his girlfriend about a month ago. Thane has always just read something fascinating or seen some cool art that he understands much better than I ever could. He’s much smarter than me. His girlfriend, Alicia, came a few minutes later. We haven’t spent much time together and she’s a little quiet but whenever she talks it’s to say something thoughtful and interesting. They brought me a brand new Moleskine.

Last to arrive were Sarah and Simon, my roommates. Sarah my old roommate and I found on Craigslist, and she and Simon are old family friends. Sarah was also at the Lizzo concert on Thursday, and we’re going to see the new Jenny Slate movie tonight, and Hamlet on Wednesday. She’s always down to do cool things, and I’m always interested to hear her opinions. She’s one of the smartest, most well read people I know. There’s no one I would have rather lived with through the election. We both volunteered before and followed the news, alternately stressed and put upon and excited. We both watched the results numbly, we both cried in our rooms, ours was a house of grieving for weeks after. Simon is one of the kindest people I know. Once he told me that when he was a kid he saw a group of people making fun of one kid and he promised himself that he would never–and I was going to say, “let that happen to you?” because I’m a monster–and he said let that happen to anyone when he was around. I have also in the 2 years I’ve lived here never had to change a lightbulb, even in the bathroom that Sarah and I share.

Shortly after them came Sarah’s boyfriend, who I really like he’s funny and smart, and his friends who I’d never met before but who all bought me drinks and chatted loudly and were generally boisterous and bright.

Sarah’s friend Erin pulled me up to dance, and I was happy to oblige. Robbie was sitting and talking to Simon about coding, in words I didn’t understand and I was delighted to watch them talk about something they’re both good at. But when ‘Sorry’ came on I ran over and tapped Robbie’s shoulder urgently and then ran back to Erin and Robbie followed and we danced to pop music until we were sweaty and grinning and full of gin and tonics, none of which I paid for all night.

This is, in case I am being too subtle, a love letter to my friends, and to the world in which I was able to find them, and an answer to your question. The internet is helpful. Friends of friends are good. Sometimes people come in and out of your life and that’s the most upsetting fact that exists and also the most important to come to grips with. Dancing is the best feeling in the world, especially if it’s to Whitney. The way I made friends is accidentally, by being alone for a while, by figuring out what I’m interested in, by doing those things and talking about those things until I found people that wanted to do and talk about the same things, by being excited to meet new people, by being willing to meet new people and have it not work out, by feeling a lot and often out loud, by being absolutely dazzled by every friend I have, and by drinking a lot of gin beverages.

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6) a flip of the dime. The nasty parts were always there, but he concealed/controlled them. Maybe bc said parts wouldn't exactly make him endearing to others? Anyhow, your interpretation makes him quite the interesting antagonist/villain, so I'm rolling with it, lol. /// There was another thing that was bugging me about S2: the baby's name. Obviously, Serena chose Nic(h)ole as a "fuck you" to Fred. But June in the finale? Of course, she stuck to it for Nick's sake, but also bc she recognized

7) Serena’s selfless (well, if you can call it that) act. Thoughts on this? /// As for your older responses, I forgot to describe what an epiphany it was for me to realize the significance of Serena’s use of the word “rape” for the first time. The anger I felt after 2x10 blinded me to the VERY OBVIOUS connection between her realization in 2x10 and her outburst in 2x11. (Silly me!) Imagine how much more intense that fight would have been if they included the marital rape. I remember a writer

8) that June didn’t kill Serena, bc she actually felt sorry for her in that episode. (Ngl, June’s kindness baffles me at times.) I knew that she wasn’t gonna do it of course, but it was 50/50 whether I wanted her to shoot them or not. /// Something I have not addressed so far is how lukewarm I found their explanation for June getting away with all the shit she does. Well, she’s no Janine (who loses an eye) or Emily (who gets mutilated), but still. Like you said, Serena and Fred might get away

9) get away with a lot more bc of their privilege, but June? Hm. // I’ll start quoting later (or maaaybe tomorrow).

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I always thought that was a really weird sort of thing for June to do. And it seems to be entirely because of Serena? Like, it was Holly, Holly, Holly. Even when she was talking to Nick. Then she has the exchange with Serena, and suddenly she adopts Serena’s supreme dickmove of a babyname?

And I LIKED Holly. It meant something. Nichole (I HATE THAT SPELLING SFM LMAO) means nothing to June? Can you imagine the convo:

“Mommy, why am I called Nichole?”

“Well, baby, you see, your Daddy’s name is Nick, so the lady that stole you decided to name you after him to eternally piss off her husband who she clearly hates and wanted him to be reminded that he’s impotent every time he looks at you.”

Like, on the one hand, Serena is fucking brilliant and it just shows the extent of her hatred for Fred. But then it’s kinda shitty to use a child as a pawn in that.

Then again, maybe there’s another reason Serena chose that name? I know there’s like a whole history about St. Nicholas and his role as a patron saint of childless couples, or something. (I can’t recall exactly rn). And there was something about St. Nicolette and babies. (Which is where the names Nicole and Collette come from.) Something like she raised a dead baby back to life. So, I guess, at a stretch perhaps that was her inspiration? I doubt it, knowing Serena. LOL.

It’s really curious June’s decision though. Despite EVERYTHING Serena’s done, June just wipes it clean and names her fucking baby after Serena’s choice? Maybe she was trying to retain the memory of Nick for Nichole? I dunno. And not only that, but she seemed 100% genuine when she said that farewell blessing and held Serena’s hand (again).

I dunno, June’s own preoccupation with Serena is something I don’t truly understand but she clearly thinks there’s some odd connection or something. It’s funny cos I was reading a review about S2 and June’s choices in the finale, and her constant support of Serena despite ALL the reasons not to, and lemme see if I can find it…

Nah. I can’t. Anyway, it was something about how we all know June’s going back for Hannah, but this writer thought June was also going back for Serena.

I’m not convinced about that tbh, but I can see the argument cos June is strangely protective and compassionate towards Serena considering. I just have a sinking feeling that the show is gonna play that “Oops, Serena is evil again!! SHE WAY MAD JUNE GIVE BABBY AWAY trolololol!!!!” and make her despicable in order to get Nicole back. If that is the case, I’m gonna roll my eyes right outta my head. I have no issue with Serena having regrets, tbh. I think that’s pretty understandable and expected. But having Serena go hogwild with abuse and using Fred’s power to get back at June or something is just going to fucking piss me off cos like, c’mon my dudes, been there, done that. Over and over already. It’s the 3rd season and either you’re gonna put this bitch on a mild redemption arc or you’re gonna make her a full-on villain. Make up your minds. The will-she, won’t-she thing is old by now.

I dunno that was a random OT rant.

Also, TRUTH! Serena’s use of the word “rape” was important. Like, part of me is like DUH how did you JUST figure that out?! And, honestly I feel like the marital rape is sort of necessary for Serena’s epiphany to get recognised. I think, Serena is just wilfully ignorant enough to not truly consider the Ceremony rape. I honestly do not think she totally understood what she was suggesting with the 2x10 rape. (Serena really does lack forethought for like…all of her actions. That’s sorta her whole problem.) I think she thought it would be just like a sort of unsanctioned ceremony. But by the end she did seem to recognise what it truly was. And having her raped by Fred in the previous episode would have really helped with that. (Then again, it’s really hard to understand how a woman who was just raped turns around and basically suggests it. And this person is supposed to be not Satan. A pure evil woman sure. But Serena’s not meant to be that.)

I think Yvonne’s delivery of the line was interesting too. Part of it was like, “HOly shit it was rape” and part of it was like, “ha! you’re a monster!! you did that!” Like she had no culpability in it. I want to know if Serena has realised that ALL ceremonies are RAPE yet. I wonder if she’s got there. I’m not totally convinced she has. But… I dunno.

Oh! I hadn’t read that about June’s reasoning! That’s interesting. I mean, it fits with June overall but it’s a very odd thing. Like, to be holding a gun trained on the couple that literally held you down and raped you not 24 hours earlier… and feel SORRY for the woman (whereas the general population’s consensus is that Serena is even worse than Fred for doing that to another woman)? I went and watched it after reading your message I didn’t really see that on June’s face. (But that’s really neither here nor there since editing, directing, etc. all differs from what the writers/showrunners had in mind and those are the guys doing the interviews!) I take that back! I watched it again and I can deffo see that if that’s what they were going for. Totally missed it and likely wouldn’t have picked up on it if not for this convo.

That said, I totally see June reasoning it out that way. For some strange reason, whether it’s Stockholm Syndrome or whatever, June seems to have a blindspot/softspot for Serena and she seems to have unlimited Get Out Of Jail Free cards for her. Like, c’mon, she literally held her down to be brutally raped, and at this point it seems like Serena could murder June and June’s ghost would just be like, “Hey youuuuu, wanna be my bestie in overthrowing the patriarchy?” (Okay, I’m not at all complaining cos I love their dynamic and I ship them soooooo… lol. On a personal level, it works very well for me and my crackshippy fantasies. I choose to believe June honestly sees something nobody else does and believes in Serena’s capacity for redemption–WHICH IS INSANE. But hey. I love it.)

So, for June to feel sorry for Serena, even after everything really does fit when you think about it. And also when you think about book!June’s attitude towards true power being in forgiveness.

I remember sitting around watching the ep the first time and thinking “I don’t want June to shoot them and be a killer” but also, “WHY ISN’T SHE SHOOTING THE FUCKING PLACE UP! DOES SHE NOT WANT TO ESCAPE????” And I was sitting there with the wifey and she was like, “She can’t. What if she misses? Then you’ve got 2 incredibly angry people chasing you.” And I was like… “Uh. Reload? Shoot them as they’re coming up the stairs.”

Because I have never fired a gun in my life so to me it seems really easy lmao. But to me, I didn’t even care about her shooting Serena but I did have an inkling she didn’t want to shoot Serena with the amount she paused. That would have been a perfect shot with teh type of ammo to take out –or at least injure– two people at once. I was like, “You gotta kill Fred and Serena is pretty useless then. It’s not like they have mobile phones! You can then choose to leave Serena to die there lol, or hostage her. And steal the car. You could get pretty far since nobody knows that Fred/Serena are even there.” To me, rationally, it didnt’ make sense not to shoot them. But… emotionally, obvs, I knew she wouldn’t cos a)the series would like… end rather abruptly lol, and b) that’s just not June.

AND yeah, June getting away with all her bullshit is insane in comparison. Janine literally lost an eye for backtalking once at the Red Centre! June has, well, done so much more and just kind skates away from ALL serious punishment. (Well, living with Fred and Serena is a pretty awful punishment in general.) And, sure part of it was cos she was preggers but … how Aunt Lydia/Fred/Serena/TPTB trust this crazy Handmaid not to KEEP breaking the rules is insane. I feel like nobody would trust her to just be a docile little thing after running away for 92 days. Not even Pervy Freddo. Despite all his creeptastic fetishes, he’d be like, “OMG she is way too high maintenance. i just don’t have the patience. give me that baby so i can shut my annoying wife up and then get me another more docile babyslave to play Scrabble and shave!” The plot armour is strong in this one!

Anyway! I got a bit carried away there…

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radioactivedelorean · 8 years ago

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Human Sample #9

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Chapter 9: Technical Difficulties

As predicted, Ford was out of the hospital within two weeks. The doctor had told him not to lift any heavy objects or do any strenuous tasks for a month at least. He had to take things easy until he had properly healed, otherwise he’d be brought straight back for further treatment. In the car ride on the way home, Rick had driven much more carefully. He’d not only stuck to the speed limit, if not under it, but he hadn’t taken any sharp turns, violent swerves or cut people off. Ford was shocked.

Rick unlocked the door to the apartment and let Ford through the doorway first. The place had barely been touched since the night they’d gone to the bar. The clothes Ford had been wearing when he’d last worked on the ship were still in a pile by the kitchen door. They hadn’t been washed. Rick’s clothes were in piles beside the sofa, in the corner of the living room. “The place is still a dump,” Rick said as he shut the door behind him. “I’ve barely been here since that night.”

Ford shrugged and eased himself down onto the couch. He could feel his stitches tugging and he breathed slowly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get round to clearing up eventually.”

“No, you won’t.” Rick took a seat next to him. “You’re going to rest, otherwise I’m hauling your ass right back to the hospital.”

Ford snickered. “Admit it, you missed having me at home.”

“Not really,” Rick shrugged, but let a small smirk play onto his face. “But then I haven’t been at home much.”

Ford lifted his feet up and put them on the coffee table in front of him, lying back slightly. “It’s still good to be out of the hospital, though. No nurses poking and prodding me, and no creepy doctors staring at my hands and asking questions. I swear, if I get asked one more time if I have the full range of motion in my extra fingers I’m going to demonstrate by strangling them.”

Rick barked a laugh. “I was tempted to deck one of them at one point. That guy who just grabbed your hand and started poking your finger seemed like a creep. I’m not even sure he was an actual doctor.”

“Which one? Dr Brown?”

“I heard someone call him ‘Emmett’, but yeah, that guy.”

Ford looked at Rick and frowned slightly. “He looked like an older version of you.”

“He did, didn’t he?” Rick smirked. “He just sort of barged in and started poking your hand. I’m not entirely sure he was a doctor.”

“Well there was that kid who called him ‘Doc’, wasn’t there? Maybe he’s just got a PhD in something. Not medicine, obviously.” Ford shrugged. “Creepy guy. He kept rambling on and on about time or some shit. Weird.”

Rick shrugged and grabbed the television remote, scrolling through the channels. He came across a rerun of some of the older episodes of The Simpsons and left that on in the background. He wasn’t paying any particular attention to what was going on. “Let me know when you fancy having lunch and I’ll order something.”

“‘Kay,” Ford nodded, somehow looking at the TV without actually seeing what was going on. He just sort of stared into space. He picked at the frayed sleeve of the shirt Rick had brought to the hospital for him to change into when he’d been discharged. It was an old, dark blue shirt with an ombre transition effect turning into black by the bottom of the shirt and the cuffs of the sleeves. It fit Ford better than he had expected it to - he must have lost weight in the hospital. Considering the sizes of the meals he was being fed there, despite Rick sneaking in other foods for him, he wasn’t surprised he’d lost a few pounds.

Rick seemed to be engrossed in picking at a dried stain on the arm of the couch. Neither of them were actually watching the television. As Ford fiddled with one of the threads he’d managed to pull from the shirt, he spotted a letter on the table in front of him. He frowned, setting his feet down and leaning over to have a closer look. There was a strange symbol on the back of the envelope. It looked vaguely like a tetrahedral molecule, with three posts sticking out at equal angles from a central circle. On the end of the three posts was a smaller circle. In the centre of the symbol, there was a long, curved line that resembled the letter ‘R’. Ford remembered where he’d seen that symbol before. “Rick? What’s a letter from the Council of Ricks doing on your coffee table?” He leaned forward further to grab it, feeling his stitches tugging again.

Rick sat forward and grabbed the letter quickly, snatching it out of Ford’s reach. “I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to. Nobody other than Ricks are allowed to have anything to do with the Council. I’m sorry, but I didn’t make the rules.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be part of that Council.”

Rick shrugged and laid back. “I don’t, but they don’t seem to be able to grasp that concept. I’m perfectly happy on my own without getting involved in any of their mess. No to mention they keep saying either join them or they’ll turn me over to the Feds. This letter’s just the same bullshit again.”

Ford shrugged and sat back slowly. He winced. “Damnit,” He hissed quietly.

Rick raised an eyebrow. “Stitches pulling again?”

“Yeah,” Ford let out a deep breath. “It’s really uncomfortable.”

“Just try not to roll over and lie on them in the middle of the night.” Rick commented. “Trust me, you’ll regret it in the morning.”

Ford snorted. “Really?” He deadpanned.

Rick slapped his arm playfully. “Oh shut up. It’s not like you’ve never pointed out the fuckin’ obvious before.”

“Ow! Hey! Alright then, name one time.”

Rick held up his hand and started counting on his fingers. “You said that Mexican food was spicy, you got tipsy drinking alcohol, the car’s engine was too hot when you tried to fix it immediately after turning the engine off-”

Ford shoved him. “Alright, alright, you win.” He smirked. “Checkmate.”

“More like check yourself for burns,” Rick smirked. Ford shoved him again. Rick shoved back, laughing.

His laugh died in his throat as Ford clasped his side, taking quick, shallow breaths. Ford seemed to have locked up completely. He was barely moving. “Shit, Ford! I-I-I’m sorry!”

Ford let his breath out through gritted teeth. “It's… it's fine… nothing's torn… I'm… I'm okay…”

Rick ran a hand through his hair. “Shit… fuck… I shouldn't have shoved you… “

“It's fine.” Ford laid back slowly, sinking into the couch cushions. “I'm okay…. I swear. I'm not bleeding, see?” He pulled up his shirt, exposing the stitching and the scar on his right side. Sure enough, none of the stitches had torn and there was no blood, although it was still red.

Rick breathed a sigh of relief. “Still, I'm sorry.”

Ford waved his concerns off. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’m okay,”

Rick nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna grab a drink, do you want anything?”

“Nothing alcoholic,I hope?” Ford raised an eyebrow.

Rick put his hands up in defence. “Hey! I chucked that crap out. It’s just soda. You want one?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Ford nodded. Rick disappeared into the kitchen to fetch the drinks.

Once out of Ford’s view, Rick leaned against the kitchen countertop and pulled the letter out of his pocket. He removed the letter from the envelope and unfolded it, looking it over in his hands. He kept reading it over and over again, but the words never changed. His hands were shaking as he read, tears pricking his eyes. He looked towards the living room, where Ford was still watching TV, blissfully unaware as to the contents of the letter.

Growling in frustration, Rick stuffed the letter back into his pocket and grabbed the sodas. He walked back into the living room, passing one of the cans to Ford. “Here,”

Ford took it and popped the cap open. “Thanks,” he took a sip of the soda, resting the can on his leg. He was getting thoroughly bored of watching TV - nothing particularly interesting was happening. Cartoons should have been a fascination to him - someone who grew up with black-and-white live action television and no children’s television channels.

Rick seemed to be having the same thoughts as he pressed a button on the remote and the screen went blank. “Well, this is shit.”

“Yeah,” Ford put his can of soda on the coffee table and tried to push himself up. “I was stuck on my ass for nearly three weeks in the hospital, I want to get up and move around.”

Rick got up and stood in front of Ford, pulling him to his feet. “Doing what?”

“Anything,” Ford shrugged, keeping one hand on RIck’s arm to support himself. “Working on the ship, walking up and down the road.”

“I’m not sure if that is such a good idea. The doctors told you to take it easy,” Rick pointed out.

“Well then I’ll work on the ship,” Ford shrugged. “It doesn’t take much effort to weld things together.”

Rick raised an eyebrow. “You’re so stubborn, Fordsy,”

Ford smirked. “I know. C’mon, it’s your ship, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed Rick’s wrist and pulled him towards the door. Rick scoffed and let himself be led from the apartment. He paused at the door to lock it behind him, then followed Ford down the hall to the elevator.

The simple five-minute walk from the apartment down to the garage where the ship was took much longer than normal. Ford kept pausing to catch his breath and to relieve the pressure on his stitches. He was walking much slower, too. Rick stayed beside him just in case. It took nearly fifteen minutes to get to the garage but eventually the pair were working on the ship again. Ford took things easy and started working on the gearbox while Rick started to assemble the chassis.

They’d barely been working an hour before Ford started to feel lightheaded. He put both hands on the workbench in front of him to brace himself and lowered his head. His breath was coming in short, quick puffs. He was sweating profusely. He took a deep breath and bent his knees carefully, sitting down on the concrete floor of the garage with his back against the workbench. He laid his head back, taking deep breaths.

Rick looked over to him, concerned. “You alright Sixer?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Just dehydrated,” Ford lied, grabbing the bottle of water off the workbench and unscrewing the cap.

Rick walked over and knelt down in front of him. “You sure? I don’t want you passing out on me.”

“I’m fine,” Ford repeated. “Honestly.”

Rick frowned. He wasn’t buying it, but he wasn’t going to push the matter further. He looked at his watch. “Well, it’s one o’clock. Wanna head back for some lunch?”

“Yeah, okay,” Ford sat forward and tried to push himself up. He cringed, feeling his stitches pulling again. He felt Rick’s hands under his armpits, lifting him up. He grinned once he was on his feet. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Rick shrugged. He walked beside Ford as the pair made their way back to the apartment. The scientist couldn’t help but frown. Ford was still sweating profusely and he was panting heavily. Rick moved over to him and pulled one of Ford’s arms around his shoulders. “You look like you’re about to collapse.”

Ford would have protested if he weren’t so grateful for the help. He felt extremely lightheaded and dizzy. He had just been feeling so damn tired since he’d left the hospital. With Rick’s help, they made it back to the apartment in ten minutes. When they got there, Rick eased Ford down onto the couch and immediately went to fetch a glass of water. “What do you want for lunch?” He called from the kitchen.

“What sort of leftovers do we have left?”

Rick opened the fridge and had a look amongst the various containers. “Uhh, we’ve got some Chinese, some of that Gromflomitian pizza and some of that spaghetti stuff from the Gazorpazorp planet.”

“The spaghetti then, please,” Ford called. He heard Rick place something in the microwave. The gentle hum told him the leftovers were heating up. Rick came back into the living room and passed Ford the glass of water. His half-empty soda can still sat on the coffee table in front of him. Ford drank the water before picking up the can again, taking small sips. The microwave beeped five minutes later and Rick got up again.

Soon, the pair each had a plate on their lap and were eating quietly. Ford chewed his food slowly. He still hadn’t healed to the point where it was easy for him to eat solid foods - he often had stomach ache afterwards, but he could manage. Halfway through eating, however, Ford suddenly put his plate down and clamped a hand over his mouth. His stomach was lurching. His breath came in shuddering gasps. He was surprised he still felt like this two weeks after his surgery.

Rick put his fork down and swallowed. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t receive a response immediately, however. Ford had one hand over his mouth and the other arm wrapped around his stomach. His eyes were clenched shut tightly. Rick frowned and put his own plate down. “Ford? Listen to me. Swallow whatever’s in your mouth at the moment and take a deep breath in through your nose.”

Ford did as instructed, cringing as he forced the food down his throat. He inhaled slowly through his nose. His stomach ached and lurched slightly. He felt dizzy, but the slow breathing was helping.

“Good, now breathe out slowly through your mouth.”

Ford let his breath out through his lips. He repeated the actions a few times, slowly, until he felt his stomach settle down. He grabbed the empty glass off the table and got up, heading into the kitchen to refill it. He’d barely got through the doorway when he felt his stomach lurch again. He shakily put the glass on the countertop and gripped the counter with both hands. He was shaking again.

Rick was by his side, soda can in hand. “Fordsy? Hey, take it easy. Breathe.”

Ford nodded and took deep breaths. A fresh glass of water appeared in his vision. Rick passed him a small pill. “Take this,” the scientist said. “It’ll help with the sickness but it’ll make you feel tired.”

Ford took the glass from Rick and drank it slowly. Any bile that had risen in his throat was washed back down and he relaxed. He turned round and looked at Rick. “I’m.. I’m okay. Just a bit of a stomach ache, that’s all. I’m okay, I swear.”

Rick looked skeptical. “If you say so.” He said slowly. He took a sip from his soda. Ford took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. As he put his glasses back on, he downed the rest of the glass of water and headed back into the living room. Rick finished his lunch without incident. Ford struggled, but eventually managed to finish his plate. He laid back on the sofa, feeling himself start to drift off.

Rick shook his shoulder gently. “Oh no, Pines, you’re not sleeping on the couch like that. C’mon,”

Ford grunted and got up, rubbing his eyes. He was absolutely drained of energy. He stifled a yawn as he followed Rick out of the room. In his tired state, he didn’t realise Rick had led him to the only bedroom in the apartment until he was sitting on Rick’s bed. “Rick? No, I can’t take your bed,”

Rick waved a hand around to shut him up. “Just get some rest, Fordsy. There’s no way in Hell I’m gonna let you sleep on that couch while you’re still healing. I’ve moved all my shit out already. Just get some sleep.”

Ford got up to protest, but Rick put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. “I mean it, Pines. Get some sleep.”

“I’m fine, Rick,” Ford couldn’t hold back a yawn. He covered his mouth and rubbed his eyes again. The small pill was already having an effect on him.

Rick raised an eyebrow. “You are not. You’re tired and you look drunk. Would you just get a few minutes of sleep, then, at least?”

Ford was, if he was honest, too tired to argue further. He nodded and pulled his legs up onto the bed. He untangled the bed sheet from underneath him and went to lie down. The pillow underneath his head was slightly uncomfortable. Sitting up straight, he turned round and went to remove whatever was underneath the pillow.

Rick beat him to it, quickly pulling out a magazine and tucking it into his pocket. From the quick glimpse he had of the magazine, Ford recognized it as the sort of things his brother used to keep under his pillow when they were teenagers. Ford had never been particularly interested in that sort of thing, but Stanley - and evidently, Rick - had been. Rick coughed awkwardly. “I forgot I left that under there.”

Ford just raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

Rick shoved his shoulder playfully. “Yeah, you love me anyway though, don’t you?”

Ford rolled his eyes. “Duh. Now would you get out so I can get some sleep? It was your suggestion in the first place.”

Rick scoffed. “Fine. Get some rest then. I’ll see you later.”

“Later,” Ford said as Rick left. The scientist turned the lights off and shut the door behind him

Ford removed his glasses and set them down on the nightstand. He laid down and pulled the blankets up over him, mulling over what Rick had just said.

“You love me anyway though, don’t you?”

Ford smirked. Sure, it wasn’t the romantic type of love, but it still counted. Rick was family, and he admitted to himself he’d grown rather fond of the scientist over the short period of time that they’d known each other. Rick cared about him, and Ford cared about Rick too. With that comforting thought, Ford closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Rick sat back on the sofa. Satisfied Ford was asleep, he pulled the letter out of his pocket and read it again. Nothing had changed since the last time he’d read it. It still showed the same offer. He bit his lip, knowing that if he were to agree to this, it would mean possibly never seeing Ford again. But come on, he was Rick Sanchez. He didn’t need anybody to survive. He was fine on his own, as he had been for years. He didn’t need some six-fingered interdimensional stowaway holding him down, did he? Still, he couldn’t do this to Ford, not after what had happened recently. He just couldn’t. Ford would hate him for it. Sighing, Rick ran a hand through his hair.

Ford would forgive him, right?

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Dun dun DUUUN *dramatic music*

This story was once based off this post by @looloolalalol

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