#AND THEN HE GETS A GIANT REAL ASS SWORD

[evilminji]

You know what I never see explored?

"Not on MY watch!" Superfan Dash Baxter. The young, limnal, quarterback built like a tank and willing to hit like one.

Because let's be real here. Imagine that scenario: Dash, heading to practice with his Bros. His best friends. The team. When? Oh shit! It's PHANTOM! Best day EVER right?

Except it's NOT.

Somethings wrong. He's not as graceful as he usually is. There is no clever comebacks. He looks beat up, man. What HAPPENED? Everyone looks confused when Dash looks around. But before he can call up to him?

Phantom is Shot Out Of The SKY.

Hits the football field HARD. The entire team is already running. Full sprint. It's those fucking GIW. Already driving onto the field and tearing it up. Jumping out, weapons primed.

Phantom's not... oh god, he's not getting up.

He looks hurt. Really hurt. Those bastards are closing in.

Dash's team? Has his back. They're also fans. Friends of his. Not a single one hesitates. They put their BACKS into it and welcome these sick fucks to Tackle Practice. With a follow up of "Taste Your Own Teeth". Amity special, coach would be proud.

But Dash... fuck, he can't wail on these guys AND protect Phantom at the same time. Kwan tells him to go. Throws him his keys. His car is least shit. Dash owes him SO many pizzas for this. First pick on movies for LIFE, man.

It hurts to leave his team behind. His best friend. But Dash has to GO. He can already hear the Fentons closing in. He grabs Phantom, his HERO, and runs for his life.

Barely manages to peel out of there in time. Floors it. Calls Paulina, obviously. She and Star are doing a spa day thing. She picks up because she KNOWS he wouldn't bother her if it wasn't serious. And-!

Oh...

Oh fuck.

In the rear view mirror. The Fentons and GIW just screeched onto the road behind him. Closing distance FAST. What does he do? Paulina he can't... he WON'T hand Phantom over!

And of course she understands. For God's sake, she in LOVE with the guy. He's never heard her sound so scared and furious. They'll get phantom over her twice dead body. She and Star are making some sort of noises, chanting, and...?

Giant Amazons with swords? GHOST Amazons. Suddenly in the road, jumping over his car to attack the cars behind him. Paulina what the FUCK?? She been talking to her Abuela, APPARENTLY. Who's friends aunt's "roomate" was particularly good at communicating with the dead. So OBVIOUSLY Paulina got her to send notes and studied them in secret.

Gotta be able to speak to you future husband's family in their native language. You win brownie points. Gives her a step up. "Not the point"? It's kind of a point! Giant warrior women! Who-?

Paulina made friends while practicing.

Of course she did. Why is he even REMOTELY surprised she chose the giant terrifying Amazons to be beasties with? He's know her for years. He should know better by now.

.....he feels small asking. Hates that his voice shakes. But... but what do they DO, 'Lina?

What he hates even more is the little shake in his childhood friends voice, even though she's trying to sound certain and strong. What they Do? What they DO is Dash drives his ass the her house, gets in her BETTER car, which she is going to load up, and they leave Amity.

She has LOADS of money. All sorts of jewelry. They're very last season. Frankly, she.. she can't WAIT to pawn them if they have too. They just have to drive. Get Phantom as far away from those freaks as possible. Get help.

And? It could go so many ways from there? Paulina LOVES Phantom. How will she reconcile that with her views on Fenton? How will Dash? Seperated from their roles as "the popular ones" and "the crazy people's son". Knowing that... that Danny likes her TOO.

But she's been AWFUL to him. She said so much. DID so much.

Do the even? LIKE each other? Or just the IDEA of each other? The person they made up in their heads.

They're afraid, tired, on the run. But free from school, the expectations of others, the baked in histories of a small town. Who ARE they as people? Do they like each other? COULD they?

I want to believe that Paulina really means it. That no one is at their best in middle and high school. They say and do stupid, mean, shallow shit. Because the world presses and presses and tells them it's all they are worth. Because they don't know who they ARE yet. Because she is a child. Not yet eighteen.

And Danny isn't perfect either. He saw a pretty, pretty face and got distracted by it. Didn't see how HARD she works. How smart she is. How ambitious and brilliant at reading people.

Are they trying to get to an Embassy? To Paulina's extended Family to the south, who would most certainly take them in, and would gladly fight gods for them? Or is this a crossover? Are they going towards other Heros? Older ones?

Is Paulina planning to pull a Lois Lane and Cause Problems On Purpose? Is Dash HAUNTED by "oh fuck, Wes was right." And now knows he's gonna have just... just WALK UP TO THEM. Broad ass daylight. Like "hello, I clearly know your secret identity! Please don't kill me!"?

Whatever the plan? Danny is in the back row of Paulina's once nice, now beat to hell car, bleeding irresistibly damaging acidic ecto-blood all over the seats. Wrapped up like a mummy. Texting Tucker.

The live tweets from Amity are... An Event. A Spectacle for the ages. His parents KNOW now, have speed run their grief STRAIGHT to RAGE, directed that rage at the GIW, and gone to WAR. Once a Fenton, always a Fenton. Jazz was right. "Anti-ghost" sentience testing once a week DID pay off.

Was it a pain in the ass? Absolutely. But results don't lie. He clearly passed. Is clearly sentient, emotional, and their son. All in hard numbers they ran themselves. Will it stop them attack FULL ghosts? Jazz has no idea. But it sure did convince them to put the GIW in a hole and fill it with concrete.

Danny's getting reports of "you SHOT MY BABY!" Being shouted in public. Sam has decided to channel her frustration at being unable to help him into Full Goth Dramatic Shit Stirring. Non-waterproof mascara, disheveled hair. Clutching a picture of him. Dramatic howling and weeping in the arms of her parents.

Apparently now that he's presumed DEAD, the Mansons ALWAYS loved him. Like a SON to them. A sweet, innocent child. Their daughters friend! The GIW are monsters and child killers, they decry.

And the Red Huntress is... Oh, yikes. Yeah he should call her. Val is one more bad thing happening from her villian origin story. At least she... PROBABLY... has killed anyone yet. Note to self: when Danny can actually move torso again, buy Valerie soothing anti-stress...everything. All the things. She responds to stress by punching. Deliver from safe, non-punchable distance.

All in all? My Dash? Needs more Dash! Give the popular kids a chance to prove they aren't just cardboard cut outs! That they can grow beyond the roles high-school and society has pushed them into! Give them some trauma! Why only Danny? Spread the psychic damage!

@stealingyourbones @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #dp prompt #dash baxter

[harlivy-timkon-supremacy]

GUYS CAN WE **PLEASE** TALK ABOUT THIS

DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT DAMIAN GAVE TO EACH OF HIS FELLOW BAT SIBLINGS??? Because these are all real established items in DC canon!!

I’m going to work my way back from Dick, because, OMG. 

Damian gave Dick the Sword of Sin. If that sounded vaguely familiar to you, you might be an Azrael fan because that is his preferred blade to use. What is so special about this sword??? It’s ability:  The Sword of Sin can be ignited with the mind of the wielder, if the person is powerful enough. The sword has the ability to conjure in the mind of its victims all of the sins for which they are guilty or have not atoned for.       Golly gee, I wonder who this might be super effective against. You know. Giant bat guy with a guilt complex bigger than Texas. You can bet your butt Dick is going to send Bruce through a series of ‘Nam war flashbacks before this series is over. I can absolutely see why Damian would give Dick this weapon here, as he’s known Bruce the longest. I can easily see what part in this story Dick is going to be playing as he clearly has the most directly effective weapon against Batman. Damian’s favoritism here is both sweet and a little cruel if you think about the context much. 

Now let’s talk about Stephanie’s weapon, and yes she very much is Damian’s older sibling even if she isn’t a Wayne. Damian gave her the Coup-Stick of Black Bison (A DC Super Villain.) What can this staff do???   The mystical power of the coup-stick can animate material objects and in so doing, command these objects to do its bidding. This power cannot affect living biological material, but can affect non-living organic tissue. Black Bison once used the coup-stick to re-animate the stuffed remains of a white stallion (as well as other animals). Black Bison has also used the coup-stick to control the weather, such as summoning a strong wind to deflect attackers.      Guys Damian gave Stephanie a weapon that will allow her to call on back-up, and COMMAND her own creations, a weapon that allows her to be a leader!! Something she has wanted for a long time??? Also, it sounds like it has the power to control the weather??? Damian really said #girlboss and how much he loves her without actually saying it. I cannot stress enough how well DC could do her justice in this series if they at least tried.

Now, wow. Damian really straight up gave Jason’s dramatic ass the actual Trident of Poseidon, which is an unbreakable weapon that that serves as an extension of the wielder’s own power. Damian really gave Jason not only a King’s weapon, but a godly weapon. What other powers it has might not be relevant to whatever power it might awaken with Jason as its wielder.       Damian really cut out the middle man and just said, “Look, you are stupidly strong. I’m going to give you a stupidly strong weapon. Have at ye!” And you know Jason is going to wield that thing like he’s Poseidon, rightful ruler of the sea. I literally cannot wait to see Jason just absolutely power-housing his way through whatever gets in his way.  

Lastly, but not least in the slightest, Damian gave Tim the Cloak of Cagliostro! Which I want to acknowledge right off the bat, 🎶one of these things is not like the others~🎶 And thank Rao for that, because:  The Cloak of Cagliostro is a magical item which allows the wearer to teleport, and to become intangible, and invisible.      That is the *cutest* Easter Egg ever! Gotham Knights acknowledgement of Tim’s teleporting anyone????? Tim was the only one Damian gave a defensive weapon, and not an offensive weapon to. And that makes sense, because Tim is a defensive fighter! Tim never has to be the strongest person in the room. He just needs to be clever enough to use what he knows to win. Instead of giving him a weapon to swing around, Damian gave him something that Tim could use to protect himself, and actively use to make ALL of his skillsets stronger, not just his fighting power!!! This! Is! NOT! Damian looking down on Tim or considering him weaker. He’s playing to Tim’s strengths! He literally gave his big brother a cloak that straight up is like a cheat-code of meta-powers that would suit Tim SO WELL, because he knows Tim will be able to use those abilities to bullshit levels of effectiveness!! 

It genuinely looks like thought went into what weapons each of the Robins were given. I know fanon likes to bash on Damian or bash on his relationship to his siblings, or vice-versa, but in canon it has been clear for some time now that Damian considers all former and current Robins his family. (Including Tim. He refers to Tim as Timothy nowadays, and calls him his brother, that’s not fanon) No matter if Damian is not himself right now, he’s genuinely looking out for all of their best interests, and is ensuring that each one of them is as well-equipped as possible. 

Regardless, genuinely curious to see how each of these weapons will be used by their respective Robins, and how this will all end up. Hopefully, it ends with a giant group hug that will break the internet. (Also, ngl, I hope if Tim gets a new superhero identity soon his new suit will play off of Gotham Knight’s Tim’s abilities or be based off this cloak. Just think that would be neat ✨)

#batfam #batman #robin #damian wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #jason todd #tim drake #batman vs robin #gotham knights #meta analysis #nightwing #red hood #the spoiler #dc comics #bruce wayne #also I got my info on the weapons from dc wiki #still reeling over how cool this stuff is #comic spoilers

[pearlsinmyhair]

⚔︎⊹ ࣪ MODERN!MIZU HEADCANONS

i had to write something for her- i was itching. headcanons are always kinda scary for me so i hope you like them

anyways: very light on x reader, with general mentions of mizu having a partner. that being said, no nsfw (for this one).

real quick! : i use she/her pronouns for mizu in this. if this is triggering for you, which i completely understand if it is, then please don’t proceed.

≈ she most definitely owns a cat. mizu is one of those pet owners whose animals reflect their personalities. her cat will tolerate some and scamper away from the rest of those who dare try to pet them. the feline avoids taigen, is chill with akemi, and pretends to hate ringo (she purrs as soon as he walks into her apartment, but she does so with a grumpy face).

≈ surprisingly, the fur baby let you scratch her under her chin when you first came over- which, believe me, mizu noted.

≈ has a butterfly knife.

≈ can do extremely elaborate tricks with it -are we surprised-

≈ one time taigen tried to copy her and it ended with him slicing a finger open and almost flinging the knife into his face.

≈ there’s a blood stain on the rug in mizu’s living room, and whenever taigen brags she’ll just silently point at it to humble his ass.

≈ also has a fish. specifically a beta fish. they’re solitary and will fight others if kept together, and i think mizu would find some kind of kinship with a little angry beta fish.

≈ no, her cat doesn’t try to eat her fish. everyone is convinced that the three beings in the mizu household can read each others minds.

≈ this idea isn’t squashed when you eventually move in, because three simply becomes four, and you all move around each other and communicate perfectly without so much as a look. it’s freaky, and taigen, akemi, and ringo will watch them in silence trying to figure it out.

≈ she wears those giant bermuda-cut jean shorts. akemi hates them, which just makes mizu love them more. she loves seeing her face scrunch up with disgust when they meet up.

≈ gym girlie gym girlie gym girly-

≈ girl’s got a snatched waist, it’s not faaaaiiiirrrr-

≈ definitely has tattoos, and everyone of them is meaningful. there’s a teeny tiny pheonix at the nape of her neck, a dagger on her ankle for swordfather, and a Hokusai wave trailing down her bicep that she gets extended every now and again.

≈ speaking of the wave tattoo, mizu has a deep seated love for the ocean. as in, she’ll never tell anyone outright, but if the group is anywhere near the beach for the day, mizu disappears. they find her via taigen (he has her location under the guise of knowing where to find her body if she gets killed), and she’s waist deep in the waves, just kinda meditating.

≈ she doesn’t get visually cold. like, cmon, sis was wandering around in the snow and sporting a little red nose. she doesn’t complain, doesn’t shiver, and her teeth don’t chatter.

≈ that is, unless you’re close to her.

≈ she’ll allow herself to be babied after putting up a fight (ahem ringo) but a bitch will melt if you fret over her.

≈ factory reset when you try to warm her hands up by cupping them in yours and breathing on them.

≈ taigen will gag if you both show pda, and mizu will threaten death.

≈ this woman has enviable fashion sense. off duty model vibes, even though she’s not trying.

≈ favors baggy clothes, and likes a more androgynous appearance.

≈ that being said, the eyeliner on her slays. just as sharp as her sword, and she’s got ariana grande skills when it comes to applying it.

≈ rbf all the way. most people think she hates them (she does, but she’ll never confirm it) because her default expression is stern.

≈ i think she’d wear rings. all kinds- she likes to twist them when she’s thinking.

≈ if she were to go to college, i feel like she’d pursue some kind of history degree or art history and specify in either japanese military history or traditional art (im projecting-)

i’m actually fighting fear to post these-

#— “should i have been counting?” #blue eye samurai #bes #blue eye samurai mizu #— mizu my beloved #mizu x reader

[beatrixstonehill2]

"A lot of people ask me, 'Chloe, what's the hottest part of being a pregnant trans girl?' And I mean, there are a lot of things! First of all, my womb is technically State property, so I have no say in if I get pregnant or not. Every time my uterus is ready I'm inseminated via a small port on my side, after lots of fertility drugs, of course, which are part of my hrt routine. I'd say, though, my favorite thing is the uncertainty of birth...... My port has a tracking device. So all of my checkups and any medical-related stuff happens compulsorily wherever I am. They pull up, take off my clothes, measure me, weigh me, take breast milk samples, semen samples, ask me embarrassing questions about how often I'm having sex, masturbating, if I'm letting men smack my belly during intercourse and if not, why not?

So I can be out on a date or at work or in line at the grocery store and they'll come up to me and do this whole checkup as everyone watches, filming, gossiping about it, and my body.... It's so humiliating, having my clothes removed, or sometimes even cut off of me with scissors, as the nurses and doctors only talk to each other and never me. I just have to obey as they touch and poke my body, grabbing me, openly talking about my growth and stuff..... I can only talk if they ask me questions like 'How many men have you fucked this week?' or 'Are you engaging in any extreme bondage?' or 'Are you using drugs while you prostitute?' I then have to explain that I don't prostitute myself and they don't believe me..... Well, I mean..... OK I hook sometimes but not all the time! It's just a hobby......

Then of course they weigh me and ask me stuff like how fat I'm trying to get..... again, more loaded fetish questions..... They take milk samples as another nurse jerks me off for a semen sample. When they're done they give me a nice spank and go on their merry way, leaving me still in line or at a restaurant on a date, naked, hugely pregnant, totally embarrassed.... But of course, the real answer to the initial question is obvious.... The hottest thing? I wasn't given any way to give birth naturally, so like a growing amount of trans girls I don't get the pleasure of giving birth anally or urethrally...... I'm given C-Sections...... no matter where I am, just like my checkups.

Last time I had a guy over and I was riding him, my cock on his chest getting absolutely smashed to hell by my giant pregnant belly every time I pumped down on him. It was pure bliss, some of the best sex I had that whole week! When...... the doctor came in. They have a key because my womb is State property, so they can enter my place whenever...... They told us not to worry or bother interrupting ourselves. So I mindlessly rode his cock and he had the time of his life watching this unfold, as they smeared my belly with numbing gel and, yepppp....... And every time I slowed down they told me it was a routine retrieval, that my time was up for this pregnancy, to not 'be dramatic' and stop what I was doing....

We both came so many times, we were exhausted by the end, because after we came they'd smack my ass and tell me to keep riding. I covered his chest in so much cum, it was glorious! My balls legit felt ready to pop, picture it.... My big hips, riding a guy anally, my balls were on his groin getting smashed under the weight of my belly, full of quintuplets with every pump and thrust..... My scrotum was bruised for a week, which guys just found hot..... They slapped this gel on my incision after my babies were taken out (again, State property!), and my whole Caesarian scar was healed in like a day. Not that they bothered to line it up with my other three Caesarian scars, so my belly is gorgeous but it kinda looks like people are taking a samurai sword to my belly when I'm full term. Wait, don't give them any ideas..... Kidding! I love being a breeder for the State! And I can't wait to see how many kids get pulled out of my belly this time.... I'll try to fuck as much as I can when I'm full term, so hopefully I get to give another guy the ride of his life! ❤️"

#pregnant trans #pregnant mtf #pregnant kink #pregnant nsft #extreme kink #medical kink

[allycat75]

Screaming into a void time (another long one, sorry)...

Ok, I have tolerated these shenanigans with the Boston bonehead and his merry band of clout chasers and liars, watching his soul decay while everyone (including me) debated whether he was married or not, how many ceremonies they had, how they traveled and where they lived (and was it even their ugly-ass house in MA or NY) but I have to lay down some cold hard truths for our anxiety riddled pothead.

Your decisions, forced or not, have led you to this horrid point. Your only choices may have been between a turd sandwich and a giant douche (thanks, South Park) but you made that choice. And something tells me you didn't just come to this point out of nowhere. There were probably a string of missed lessons along the way that painted you into such a corner.

I know you may be fragile right now but you need to hear this as I suspect you are not hearing it from your loser friends or listening to the ones who do have your best interest at heart.

You are teetering on the ragged edge, my friend. I just saw the first trailer for Pain Hustlers and I can see why they released it only a week and a half before it is in the theaters- because Netflix wants to bury it. Another in a long line of duds your team should have been adept at steering you clear from. You better hope the strike last long enough to where Red One has to be postponed until next year, otherwise you will pull off the hat trick of working your ass off on three movies that have showcased how little anyone cares (you or the audience). I could be wrong about Red One, but this was filmed during your fugue state where the real Chris disappeared and was replaced with a stoned automaton who had no problem selling out everything he believed in. Not conducive to the best creative energy.

Well, buddy, it is time to wake up. You are aware of what is going on in the world, right? You used to have a website that cared about this stuff. Too bad you couldn't use this time off from the strike to pour into that instead of pretending to get married to a woman you refuse to touch or even sit near, breadcrumming two weddings by leveraging the poor boundaries you have established with your family and friends and giving the worst interview to GQ, making you look like a tone deaf, moronic, pretentious asshole.

You need to separate yourself from these racist, anti-semites NOW. While some outside the fandom are starting to notice, it will catch on like a house on fire if you aren't careful. Remember how easy it was for the fandom to find out all this shit about them last year? And now look at what is going on outside. Hamas is a terrorist organization who wants nothing more than to have Jews exterminated from the planet. And here in the US, we have someone vying to be Speaker of the House (second in line for the Presidency) who describes himself as "David Duke without the baggage"; you remember David Duke, right? You used to stand up to him before you were made to look like a fucking joke).

There is no such thing as a little bit racist, or a little bit antisemetic, and for all intents and purposes, you married one, with all her "baggage". Certificate or no certificate; pictures or no pictures. This isn't one of those things that you can claim plausible deniability. You are in it. And if you think your privlege can save you, maybe it can, but I doubt it. It may not have happened yet, but the Sword of Damocles is hanging just above your head.

It comes down to the difference between intent and impact. No one really believes this has been your intent, but that matters little to those impacted by your actions. I know you have "cyclical unhappiness" when you think about the small stuff too much, but too bad. There is no way to take yourself out of the equation. You are not a used car lot balloon, who frantically moves every which way until the air is let out and deflates into nothing. You are a grown human being and like all of us, have a responsibility to understand your place in the universe. Otherwise, you are just stepping over bodies with such carelessness- the teacher in Portugal who only thought she was supporting a charity, your friends trying to promote one of your crappy movies, only to have it derailed by your drama backstage, fans getting harassed and even receiving death threats for speaking the truth we see with our own eyes. You may not be doing these things with your own hands, but that does not absolve your responsibility.

As I said before, this is your time to wake up. Coming clean with pure heart and honesty is the only solution at this point. If you wait too long or dig your heals in, like we have seen before, it will be too late. Do you think Jinx will want to partner with an antisemite loving dog dad? What studio will hire you, even for your one movie a year? Based on your crappy decision making skills, I have a feeling any pottery you sell will be break even with the amount of pot you smoke. So invest wisely and I hope your accountants are more trustworthy than the rest of the people you have surrounded yourself with.

Now, I am actually a very kind person who for some reason is still rooting for you. I still think there is a good person buried deep in there. These are rare and may be why I can't give up just yet.

You have the con this weekend. I know you can't promote Captain America, but think back to what he stood for. You even referenced him and how you aimed to be more like him in that god forsaken GQ video. So do it, you dummy! You will feel much better when your soul is unburdened. Then follow the advise I and many others have given before:

Get a good therapist and do the work

Decide if you really want to act or not; if so, take some classes to shake the cobwebs off; If not, are you going to be ok giving up the perks?

Don't use weed as a crutch

Establish clear boundaries with family and friends

Remove relationships (personal and professional) that are no longer serving you or even doing you harm

Listen to what your head and the universe is telling you

Do not get into a relationship until you have an idea of who you are and at least get to the "like" stage

To quote Florence and the Machine (Wish That You Were Here):

And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing And I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind Wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear Tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here

#boston bonehead #you are the company you keep #Used car lot balloon #Do better #legacy

[peterbarnes]

Maybe: Season 2 Prologue

Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.

Catch up on season 1 of the series!

A/N: Hi everybody! I can’t believe it’s been two years and some change since season 1. The response I got for the Maybe series was so overwhelming that I decided to keep it up for season 2. Plus, I couldn’t just leave you all on that cliffhanger. This is a prologue, so it’s just a little taster. But don’t worry I’m heavy into chapter 1 of the new season, so that’ll be coming soon.

You’ve seen this film before. 

“I don’t want a throne. I just… I just want you to be okay.”

This is the part where you kiss him; passionately, roughly, only to throw him out of a time door. 

But you don’t.

Instead, you took the sword gripped between your palms and thrusted it outwards - right into his heart. Loki let out something between a gasp and a groan, falling to his knees in pain. The giant sword protrudes out of chest. And without even a second of hesitation, you ripped it right back out of him. The metal was caked with the blood of a god. It ran down the sword and onto your hands.

Loki’s white shirt quickly soaked red, and blood leaked out of his mouth. He poorly gasped for breath, trying to say your name, to call out for you. Yet, you stood there, stoic, monstrous.

You watched as the blood left his body and, eventually, as the life left his eyes. 

And then you woke up. 

Your screams echoed off the walls of the citadel. You were sat in your chair - your throne now, you supposed. 

“Just a dream,” you whispered to yourself. “It’s not real, it’s not real.”

“Perhaps it is,” a voice said. 

Your head whipped to the side to see He Who Remains leaning against the windows, gazing out into Time. The world outside the Citadel was breathtaking. It was everything and nothing, all at once. The soft purple hues of space, met with the burning neon of the timeline. 

“How long was I out for?” You asked.

“We’re at the end of time, dear,” he reminded you. “Your nap is not quantifiable.”

You nodded before pausing and processing what he originally said. 

“What do you mean, ‘perhaps it is?’” 

“Pardon?”

“My dream,” you pressed. “I said it wasn’t real, and you said ‘perhaps it is.’”

“Ah yes,” he mused, walking over from the expansive windows to your desk. You had decluttered it, throwing away all his broken TemPads and unread files. A clean slate. A new era. 

“Dreams are simply windows into time. Everything you dream is another you, in another timeline,” he continued.

“But that wasn’t another timeline,” you questioned. “That just happened. Loki and Sylvie and I were here to kill you. But we just…”

“Couldn’t hack it? Betrayed one another?” He jabbed.

You glared daggers at the man before you. For the keeper of the multiverse, he sure was a pain in the ass. 

“Every decision we make - if significant enough - has the potential to create a branch. Your dream may have been about a situation you just experienced, but I’m guessing it didn’t go quite the way you remember.” He Who Remains chuckled, as if educating a child. 

You shifted your gaze to the floor, ashamed to even admit how your dream ended.

“I killed him,” you whispered, nails biting into the skin of your palm. 

“Not exactly. Another you, in another timeline made the choice to kill him.” 

“That doesn’t make it any better,” you retored weakly. 

“It’s not supposed to,” he said bluntly. 

You curled into yourself on the chair, hugging your knees and burying your head between them. Your mind screamed at the infinite possibilities, all the what-ifs. Maybe if you were stronger, better, you could’ve have found a different way out. A way where Loki didn’t have to hurt you, and you didn’t have to hurt him back. 

“But that is why you’re here,” He Who Remains said, lowering himself to his knees. He gently placed his hands on your arms, and you peaked out from between your knees. “To get rid of those timelines, those anomalies where we let the worst parts of ourselves get the better of us. You’re here to keep the peace, to protect the Sacred Timeline.”

You harshly rubbed your leaking eyes.  

Leaders can’t be weak. Don’t be weak. 

“I’m old, tired. I’m not going to be here much longer,” he said softly. “Time will take me away and I will be grateful for it. The stability of time will be up to you.”

It will be up to you.

It’s all up to you.

next chapter

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[illegiblehandwriting1]

been thinking about the adult timeline, oot zelda went from being this pampered 9- or 10-year-old crown princess with servants and maids and a full royal guard and a giant house and so much food and clothing and safety and anything she could ever want, and suddenly this whole-ass child wakes up one night from a prophetic dream, her father doesn't listen, and suddenly she goes from having everything to nothing, her father's probably dead, the castle is no longer home, her one hope disappears, she and her one bodyguard hide away with the threat of being discovered around every corner, and everything has turned into her worst nightmare overnight.

And now she has to scrounge and steal and barter for food instead of having it handed to her, she has to dress herself with whatever they have on hand instead of having a maid do it, she has to sleep on rocks and in grass with nothing but her bodyguard's arms around her in some semblance of safety. She looks at everyone else doing the same and knows that it's her fault. She looks at impa trying to keep her safe, suddenly forcing her into Sheikah training for days on end and making her work herself to the bone for the first time since she was born, and she complains because she's a royal kid, but she knows that impa's training is going to keep her alive in this new hell she's created for herself.

She becomes Sheik, becomes him wholly and completely because he is quick and silent and smarter than she could ever be, and he won't make stupid mistakes and get his subjects killed because of it, and he is tough and unimportant and dedicated and, incredibly, more comfortable than Zelda ever had been. Sheik can stay alive and fight from the shadows and train for hours on end without dropping from exhaustion. He can survive and fix childish mistakes and help his subjects, though they will never know it's him. and then impa has to leave him for one of her many, many reconnaissance trips, but for once, neither of them are scared to leave the other because he won't get himself killed at the first sign of trouble. And she doesn't come back, but he doesn't fret, because she can take care of herself and he can trust her.

And he still worries, just a little bit.

And then he's seventeen, and it's been so long, but he scouts out castletown one more time, hiding from all of Ganon's eyes like second nature, when a flash of light catches his eye from the Temple of Time. So he sneaks over to the stained-glass window that looked down upon the Master Sword. But the Master Sword isn't in its pedestal: it's being held by a gangly teenager with a green tunic, a fairy, and a blue ocarina at his belt.

And maybe Sheik realizes he finally has a real chance to fix his mistake.

ANYway I'm just saying that child timeline Sheik probably had an easier learning curve for his ninja-assassin training

#chicken scratch #sheik #loz sheik #adult timeline #if that's even a tag #oot #loz oot #ocarina of time #transgender #trans sheik #he probably has so many stories of “yeah so i need to get this package to this one guy i met a few years back who punched me in the jaw” #he's so silly i love him #how tf do i tag this #eh i'll tag it later #if someone thinks hmmm this sounds like another character i like #no you do not :D avert your eyes

[saiskulls-110]

Break Point — Finished Episode 5

OKAY BREAK IT DOWN *DJ TURNTABLE EFFECT*

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FOR HILDA 3'S FIRST 5 EPISODES BELOW

Episode 1.

THE WAY I WAS JUMPSCARED BY DAVID'S VOICE. HOW OLD ARE THEY NOW??? LIKE IT'S GOTTA BE TEEN YEARS BECAUSE GODDAMN PUBERTY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY GUY. MY GUY. MY GUY WHY IS HE SO TALL?????? DAVHDISD??????

Frida's new clothes are so cute she's my baby she's bmy baby no-one can speak ill of her EVER stay WAWAY HSISSSS HISSSSS

Trans flag doormat in Astrid's house. oh my god. oh my gos.sh. trans grandma...

TONTU BEING A TOURIST??? IS KILLING ME??? HE'S GOT THE HAWAIIAN SHIRT AND EVERYTHING I. HELP

Alfur. Alfur I Don't Like This Foreshadowing. Alfur. Alfur Stop Playing The Board Game. ALFUR.

+ of COURSE tontu is the shit-eating smug gamemaster that beats everyones asses no remorse. i'm going go murder this walking hairball (affectionate) ❤️

I'm glad they were straight up with Astrid's "oh, hi, yeah, no I'm not a witch I just really like witchcraft." LIKE IT'S SO REAL??

not to be that guy but why's Astrid kinda fuckigjgn. ADORABLE. please. please. please. just one chance

I'm Normal

Episode 2.

okay but the writers did SUCH a good job portraying what folklore towns are like here. Like everyone KNOWS things but none of them are accurate. also?? just in general a REALLY well-done montage. I do wish I knew what sauce Hilda picked for her ice cream though /hj

Johanna traumatised as fuck (We all saw this coming ❤️)

Thaose are NOT FAIRIES‼️monsterlovers come get your food though

shroom aliens. just in general a very eerie atmosphere done very well

PORTALS??? TO OTHER LIKE. FAE REALMS. I MEAN I'M NOT LIKE. SURPRISED. BUT. WHRHOUH??

mmmm HILDA SAW SOMETHING AND NOW SHE'S BEING FOLLOWED. i'm guessing its something to do with Johanna's "thank goodness they didnt see you :)" because. I mean initially you think it's about the mushroom creatures but it VERY EVIDENTLY IS NOT. aough

Episode 3.

ALTERNATE REALITIES ARE NOT ONLY REAL BUT ALSO ACCESSIBLE

woodman is just the caretaker of ancient trees i guess. ALSO HIS SASS AT THE BOOK "well i'm not in there :/" guess what i'm in love with you

the animation in this episode was absolutely GORGEOUS. literally no 2D animated show has ever done flame-ridden scenery in such a perfect, gorgeous way before I think.

HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA HAS A SWORD YEAHHHHH!!! bisexuals rule da woooorld

oh. oh the. the giantslayer is a k- oh... oh noooo...

oh he's very. passionate i wonder wh-

holy shit. that poor fucking kid (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) like that was. that was so much. oh my god??? jesus christ. this season is getting progressively more unnerving with it's darker themes.

ALTHOUGH IT WAS A WOODMAN EPISODE!!!! WIN!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THAT BARK CREATURE SO MUCH!! PLEASE LETS. BE OKAY

i LOOOVE the snow sister's voice so much. she's wife to me.

Not sure if it was done on purpose or not but every time it played that boom sound whenever Hilda turned back to look at the flaming tree it. it made me laugh. it made me giggle. it was so stupid looking, gave me IZ:ETF energy and really let me calm down from the emotional ride of the last few minutes

seeing more giants is really neat. the sound design for when they jumped away was MAD..in general this season feels like it was made to be listened to on a surround sound speaker system tbh

GOOD EPISODE. uh oh now there's Guys I Think

Episode 4.

Nah this guy boutta be a tumblr sexyman 😦

OKAY OFF THE BAT I ADORE LOUISE. LOUISE IS MY GIRL. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. THEIR ENERGY IS SO SWEET??? BUT LIKE I WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY THE WHOLE TIME BEING LIKE "oh my god. oh my god why are you LYING TO HER and treating her like a Normal Person she's very clearly a little freak like you. oh my god."

AND THEN WHEN THAT WAS BROUGHT UP BY THE MERMAN-- "Oh, you think Louise is SO innocent..." like??? ok first of all THAT LINE DELIVERY?? massive props to the VA. secondly YESSSSS SPIT THE TRUTH. and then Louise does speak up and its like. fr. fr. i love you. be a main character be a main character plrase lpease plea

STOOOPPP... stop THE MERMAN'S a theater kid?? i'm going to start , having feelings AND I DON'T WANT IT!!!

that animation change for the musical number(s) is so good. like..oh my god. oh my GOD the animation is gorgeous. very much a "i wonder if the creators have been on hallucinogens before" kind of thing though adgasjskfwheg

generally just another REALLY GOOD REALLY COOL EPISODE.

my only criticism though this is to Literally All Kids Media Ever is that no-one knows how to write accurate bullying/exclusionary activity (in this episode regarding the ginger kid and his scout group). no kids act like that. please i was bullied so hard i should know

spinning in circles WHEE WHEEEE I WANTT. im gonna download the merman's song. put it on streaming platforms Now‼️

Episode 5.

WELL. THAT'S ONE QUESTION TIED THE FUCK UP ISN'T IT?????????? I'M STILL PROCESSING. OH MY GOD THOUFH. OH MY GOD???

"I just kind of assumed he died when you were a baby..."

"I thought it was some tragic accident!"

FRIDA AND DAVID THAT'S SO REAL OF YOU. thank you for being The Fandom. I love you. I love you. I l

YEESH. um.. Johanna's beef is so. real. and human. oough. this show has GOTTA stop making episodes about my childhood man!!! that's not fair

Alfur immediately not liking his vibes got me 😶 cause like. yk the elf has that autism intuition. so

THE. THE COMMUNICATION BETWEEN HILDA AND THE TROLL..ONCE AGAIN. every time without fail. the trolls are just. they're nor angry creatures they're just kind of. Done With Human Shit™ and want them to stop interfering lmao (don't we all)

Johanna and Hilda having that Moment™ at the end where they have to acknowledge his shortcomings but like..the ONE time that Hilda has to face something like this is the ONE time it's actually not his fault. Like straight up sorey babygirls but he got yoinked by the dementors. um.

Okay on another note. anders has kind of got that dilf swag? not like. as a dad. but as a loser. you know losers. help me help help help help help *clawing at the floor as i get dragged to hell for enjoying a character i absolutely should be seeing red flags for*

#hilda the series #hilda season 3 #hilda season 3 spoilers #spoilers #hilda spoilers #sai talks shows

[nutzworth]

DAY 4: JANUARY 17, 2024 (i um. was a little busy. oops.)

STATS: read for ~2 hrs pages read: 860-1052. 192 pgs. reached pg 1000! wooo!!! slur count: 6 + 2 = 8 (rose narration, john. both r slur) silly count: 10 + 1 = 11 (john about roses building) piss count: 1/3

THOUGHTS: today started with jade's freshjamz!!!!!!!!! I LOVE!!! i mean dave kind of sucks at making music but jade doesnt! i love how homestuck shows the works of the characters. jades music daves blogs caliborns deviantart whatever. it makes them feel so REAL.

figured out the time differences! if we're staying at johns timezone, dave is 2 hrs ahead and rose is 3 hrs ahead. and jade is 4 hrs ahead!!!! when we were dave pov a convo with jade was at 6:30pm but at jade pov it was 12:30pm so you know.

the exiles are FINALLY MEETING UP!!!! PM!!!!!!!!! i looove pm shes what makes me want to be a mailman. what the hell are the snake worm things in pm's like structure? whats it called? with the terminal. theyre awful silly but theyre kind of freaky and i dont know what they are.

john faq i always read the faqs theyre so fun. john try not to mention your friends by irl name on public forum challenge (even if he assumes everyone else is dead lol). i do NOT understand alchemizing mostly cus i dont get binary. but whatever. maybe i will someday

KARKAT VANTAS! i think the first mentions of the trolls are here! yaaay!

dave strife theyre still strifing i didnt get to the end yet. s beatdown or whatever. always interesting to me that dave never gets sliced or anythign even though theyre fighting with ultra sharp swords. how much restraint is bro (strider) showing? the fights ARE intended to be strengthening dave. but they dont. cus hes a kid and hes passive. im a sucker for bro strider i know he sucks but ugh i love dirk too much

mom lalondes lab drives me coocoo crazy. pov youre rose you go under your dead cats big ass mausoleum and find a laboratory your mother uses. theres 1 battery unlocked just for you. theres a giant ass monitor showing sburb sessions and meteors. did your mother know? did your mother know what was going to happen? youre thirteen years old. do you know? theres bright pink kiddy furniture. did your mother use it? when did she get it? it looks pristine. did she sleep in this when she was little? did she sleep in it as an adult? why would she buy herself such a thing at an adult age? youre rose lalonde. youre thirteen and full of hatred. you dont understand anything. you wear your mothers scarf and you pick up a stray mutant cat and name it after a drink your alcoholic mother loves. youre thirteen and full of hatred and you dont understand anything and you want to, so badly. so so badly.

jade is awesome her scampering through the house rocks. i wonder if she actually believes pa harley is talking to her, or if he actually is, or if shes just pretending. it has to be because of trauma, right? is she genuine? she has to be genuine. right? fosmf if you know anything about this let me know

jack noir... midnight crew.... oh how i cant wait for the intermission.

johns various mental breakdowns (over the discovery of his dads room; over betty crocker gushers; over the drawings over his posters) are insane. he lashes out so weirdly. dave said like john never gets mad or frustrated over real big stuff and he instead funnels it into tiny meaningless problems. i wonder what that means. im not into john enough to read into it or know

jade (and dirk by extension) waking up on prospit (or derse) early makes me thiiiink. i wonder if theyd get freaked by regular normal dreams. they god tier and sleep and wake up in a cold sweat Hello? Where am i. Hello? I just slept and nothing was there. Where am i

thinking about rose + jade a lot these first few acts. i looove rose and i looove jade. i focused on jade a lot the first time i read so im trying to focus on rose more because shes AWESOME! and i want to get to know her better. she deserves it. but anyway thats enough for today sorry for taking like a 12 day break lol

#me #nutzworth hs reread #its midnight.... was racing to do this before bed lol. they call me the sleeper

[kyros-tha-soldier]

one piece chapter 1095 spoilers

holy fuck ODA COOKED HARD THIS TIME HE BETTER CALM DOWN

this chapter, more lore is revealed. We have infos about Kuma, the CDs, Garling and there revos. Let's go:

-the chapter starts with Saturn saying that Bonney's stab didn't harm him. He removes the sword out of his chest and glares at Bonney, making her and Sanji fall back (unclear if it's conquerors haki or not)

-Kizaru is laying on the ground, he seems to be injured. Saturn is VERY disappointed in him this time

-Saturn tries to stomp on Luffy but Franky extends his hand and saves him in time. so instead he goes after Bonney who yells at him that he killed her father

-okay fellas, THIS IS WHERE IT GETS REAL GOOD! We see a young Kuma and Bonney, he is talking to her about Nika and sings the rythm of them drums of liberation to her and they start dancing 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

-fast forward 47 YEAR before that, someone leaked the infos about Kuma's blood test that he belongs to a very special race called the Buccaneers, his mother ends up getting killed in the process

-So basically, the Buccaneers are a race of people who have committed a TERRIBLE CRIME by world government standards (and knowing how the world government works, we know that would be some cringe ass cope crime against the whiny CDs but we have yet to find out what it is)

-We see a child Kuma and his father, his father sings the drums of liberation rythm to him and they start dancing to it, but then some guard shoots Kuma's father because he was "too loud", killing him as well

-the tennryubito were holding a "hunger game" styled competition where they bring members of every race the deem "problematic" and force them to fight each other to the death. And surprise surprise, they force a child Kuma to partake.

-the death match takes place on an inhabited island called "god valley" that is unaffiliated with the world government and is doomed to have it's whole population wiped off along the troublesome prisoners because they had the audacity to name their island a name containing the word "god"

-the king of the island tries to defend his island but Garling Figarland (who looks like a younger shanks but with a cresent shaped hair) kills him (we see lots of tennryubito swooning over him as well)

-the news that a child buccaneer (AKA Kuma) was trying to escape and was captured spread around, and we see Kuma being dragged back. Two kids approach him who are then revealed to be Ivankov and a girl eating meat called Ginny/Jinny, they comment that his size is HUGE (which is a special trait among the Buccaneers having giants like traits) and tell him that they will work together to survive

-Saturn is present as well on god valley, he looks like a boomer just like always does

#Bartholomew kuma #Jewelry Bonney #One piece #Vegapunk #Stella #Franky #Luffy #Monkey d Luffy #Nika #Sun god Nika #Vinsmoke Sanji #Ivankov #Emporia ivankov #Flashback #one piece chapter 1095 #One piece chapter 1095 spoilers #Holy FUCK #THE HYPE #POOR KUMA WAS DOOMED SINCE BIRTH GODDANGIT

[whole-bunch-of-hcs]

Can't Take Them Anywhere

Coop/Reader/Remer HCs. Can be read as romantic or platonic

They are the definition of "committed to the bit". Plus side, they're hilarious and they will turn anything into a good time. Down side, it can be embarrassing and sometimes it will have weird unforseen consequences

(Like, for example, that time at the amusement park that they saw that one couple being really weird and annoying and decided to one-up them but took it too far and got all of you kicked out.)

They also get bored easily. They don't understand a lot of what's happening most of the time and getting lost automatically checks them out of the conversation.

So they find ways to entertain themselves. This typically means 'goof around and almost break something'

Coop points at any and every ugly thing he sees (gargoyle, weird drawing, unsuspecting strangers) and says "oh look it's your mom" to Remer.

Remer plays impromptu smash or pass with everything. He's joking, he wouldn't actually fuck that cactus (or would he? No. He's kidding. Or is he?)

They don't know how to dress appropriately for anything. If you're taking them somewhere nice you need to choose their outfits because otherwise you will have Remer in a t-shirt and boxers ("dude, no one can tell it's fine") and Coop in a random button-up shirt and a tie he didn't tie correctly, neither of which match the pants and sneakers he chose.

Remer once accidentally shoplifted from a gift shop at a museum you took him to. He didn't mean to just walk out with one of those giant stuffed animals, it just kinda happened. It's a miracle he got away with it too. You didn't try to make him return it because how exactly would that conversation go?

Coop is clumsy. Don't take him somewhere with lots of breakables because they will get broken.

They also don't understand what appropriate levels of PDA are. And they will encourage your worse urges too. What do you mean you can't slap Coop's ass in public? Relax, no one's looking and Remer's giving you the thumb's up!

When they're on their best behavior, they're actually kind of perfect. It's nice to know these two have got your back completely in all situations

It's a good thing they're rich because otherwise the exorbitant amount of money they spend on random shit they think is cool would be concerning. You almost never leave a place empty-handed

"Here hang onto this for a sec" and it's the most ridiculous thing they could hand you. How did they even get this you're like 85% sure they don't have them here

100% the type to lay/jump on all the mattresses at furniture stores. They don't care that you're not supposed to do that

Absolute anarchy in a grocery store. They cannot go alone because they'll come back with every snack known to man and no real food or toilet paper and they can't go together because they'll fight with toy swords or pool noodles or something.

It's really annoying but everything else about them usually makes up for it and then some.

#baseketball x reader #joe cooper x reader #doug remer x reader #joe coop cooper #doug remer #matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader

[blackstarchanx3new]

In case you were wondering my take on the "WTF would happen if one of them died" thing.

it's basically this.

Bitches would respawn from the sword since that's not Link's actual body.

As long as the sword still exist: whoever got killed would still exist in SOME form...Not in the same way as before. X'D Link would still exist too since I imagine his REAL body is in the sacred realm. Since I think the four of them are just copies of his body and not the real thing split in four.

Have been thinking about this since I've considered killing one of them in the "Side comics" (Anything that'd take place after the main plot of FSR)

Other random shit btw (I have COMBED THROUGH THAT BOOK SO MMGH) but I have counterpoints for them so aren't as big as ya know, GETTING FROZEN AND HAVING NO DAMAGE FROM SAID FROZENING.

*Blue's ass was burned, his clothes are fine after???

Counter point: Ignoring the fact that'd be annoying to remember for the rest of the manga's runtime while drawing it, he could have just fixed it.

*Green's sleeve isn't torn after the fight with Vio: Counter point: Again previous point, he could have always mended it :1

*Wtf got "Crunched" when Blue got vored by the giant poe, and why isn't that shit brought up again: Counter point: To be fair, he could have just had his back popped lmao

#FSR #Headcannons #LOZ #loz headcanons #Four swords returns au #four swords manga #four swords adventures #four swords au #four swords link #four swords returns

[phoenix-downer]

Secret Wish Chapter 1

Secret Wish: ~1030 words. As Tifa helps Cloud down Mt. Nibel, he wishes their reunion were under different circumstances but longs to be close to her all the same.

Story Info: Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockhart. Set during Crisis Core. Canon Compliant, Alternating POVs, Missing Scenes. Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 

Cloud had dreamed of being close to Tifa again, but not like this. 

She’d gotten stronger in their time apart. That was clear, going by how she could drag his pathetic ass down a mountain. The cowboy tour guide outfit showed off the muscles in her arms and legs and torso, but it was how she could support his weight as they painfully inched closer and closer to Nibelheim that was the real test of her strength.

He wanted desperately to ask when that had happened. How that had happened. There were so many things he wanted to talk to her about, but the red hot shame coursing through his entire body prevented that. He couldn’t even risk crying out from the pain of his injury—what if she recognized his voice?

As always, he buried his true feelings deep inside. They made him weak. They were proof of his weakness. He’d left her with grand promises and had nothing to show for it, and now, instead of saving her, she was saving him.

Zack, on the other hand, was as upbeat as always as he protected them both, defeating another group of fiery Bombs like it was no sweat off his back. Because it wasn’t. He was SOLDIER, 1st Class, something Cloud could only dream of.

“And another group of those guys out of the way!” Zack cheerfully called, replacing the giant sword on his back like it weighed nothing. 

“Thank you,” Tifa said, her voice sounding strained. Cloud was woozy and floating in and out of consciousness from the pain, but her voice cut through his thoughts like nothing else did.

He wished she was thanking him instead. That he’d done something worth thanking. Being jealous of Zack was pointless, stupid. No, Zack was just fine the way he was. It was Cloud who was too weak. Cloud who needed to change.

“How’s he holding up?” Zack asked, mercifully avoiding saying Cloud’s name. Cloud said nothing in response. Even if he weren’t in a lot of pain that made speaking difficult, he could never come clean about who he was around Tifa.

“You okay?” she gently asked, searching his helmeted face. So caring and compassionate even though she didn’t even know who she was. 

He nodded, too afraid to speak.

“Need a break?”

He shook his head. Yeah, he probably did, but this whole thing was embarrassing enough as it was. He didn’t want to show any more weakness. He’d suck it up till they got back to Nibelheim and then he could curl up and make all the noise he wanted to.

“Keep going,” Tifa called to Zack, her breathing somewhat labored but her determination shining through. “The sooner we get back to Nibelheim,” she said, then took a few deep breaths, “the sooner we can get him help.”

“You’re pretty tough,” Zack said. Even with the general fog of pain clouding his thoughts, Cloud could tell Zack was impressed.

Well, Tifa was impressive. Smart, strong, beautiful, driven, compassionate, and caring. She was the whole package. The boys in the village had all wanted her attention growing up. Cloud still couldn’t figure out why she’d agreed to see him at the water tower that fateful night.

What does she see in me? I’m not the man she wants me to be. I can’t even protect her. Zack’s protecting the both of us.

“I’ve been training,” Tifa said in response to Zack’s remark. “And…this isn’t the first time…strange things…have been sighted…on Mt. Nibel. You really…can’t be too careful…these days.”

Cloud felt guilty for making her so winded. But Zack was the better fighter still, so this was the best they could do in Cloud’s current state.

“You can say that again,” Zack agreed. “I’ve seen stuff you wouldn’t believe. I dunno, makes it hard to know who to trust.”

Something had happened inside the reactor that was troubling Zack, Cloud was sure of it. He wanted to pick his brain later when everything didn’t hurt so damn much.

“Yeah,” Tifa said sadly.

With that they continued their trek down the craggy, creepy mountain that haunted Cloud’s thoughts and revisited him over and over again in his nightmares. It was pain, pain, more pain, and he kept slipping in and out of consciousness. One foot in front of the other till this hellish situation was over.

Tifa spoke to him only when necessary, but she was always so kind and gentle. Checking to make sure he was holding up okay, resting him against a rock when they needed breaks, offering him some water from her canteen. He about died when she unscrewed it for him and carefully held it to his lips as he drank, murmuring soft, gentle things to him. Encouraging him to rest and recover his strength so they could continue down the mountain once he was ready.

Was this like how things would be if they were together? He’d fantasized about her taking care of him like this more times than he cared to admit. He wanted to protect her and keep her safe from harm, but being doted on, being cared for when he was injured or sick…yeah, that was stuff he’d dreamed about too.

Then when she drank out of the canteen afterwards, his stupid lovesick mind pretended she was kissing him. Indirectly, sure, but this was the best he could do.

Zack was examining the two of them closely. A knowing smile spread across his face, and Cloud knew his friend had caught on to his secret. Cloud wanted to groan. He could only hope Zack would keep his mouth shut.

Thankfully, he did. Or if he didn’t, Cloud was too out of it to care. The rest of the way down the mountain was a blur. All that Cloud could really remember was Tifa’s arm around his waist and his arm around her shoulder. This wasn’t the reunion he’d wanted or expected, but…being close to Tifa again almost made up for the shameful circumstances of his return to his hometown.

Almost. Until he’d proven his worth, he couldn’t show his face to her.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I love the part of Crisis Core where Tifa helps a wounded Cloud (wounded because he protected her!! Will never be over that honestly) down Mt. Nibel and wanted to explore that more. What Cloud might be thinking and feeling and then what Tifa thinks about the whole situation. The pining, dramatic irony of the situation, and delicious angst is just all so good...to be so close to the person you love but they have no idea it's you...and yet, what if they sensed it on some level even if their "logical" side rejects it and so they dismiss it? But that gut feeling is there and they struggle to reconcile it with what they "know" to be "true." And thus this story was born. The next chapter will be posted in a few days, hope you enjoy!

#cloti #cloud x tifa #cloud strife x tifa lockhart #cloud/tifa #cloud strife/tifa lockhart #crisis core #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #cloud #cloud strife #tifa #tifa lockhart #phoenix writes #phoenix-downer #long post #canon compliant #missing scene #slight angst #hurt/comfort #pining #mutual pining

[justhere4thevibez]

Write me a Drabble about a cute spur-of-the-moment date night for Hellcheer 💗

goofy silly spur-of-the-moment date night coming right up!

“Come on, come on!”

“Damn, Chrissy, let me get my shoes on first,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

He slipped on his sneakers with one hand and braced the other against the front door of the trailer to keep his balance while Chrissy tugged restlessly at his shirt.

“Okay, I’m good.” He let her lead him out to the van, where she pushed him into the driver’s seat and promptly climbed in the other side. “Where are we going, sweet thing?”

“The Hideout,” she said firmly, waving her hand for him to get started.

With a sigh, he shifted into gear. “Are you going to tell me why?”

“Mr. Impatient,” she teased with a smile. God, she was gorgeous. “I’ll tell you when we get there.”

With a shake of his head, Eddie drove to the Hideout. Not that he’d even considered denying her—ever since Chrissy waltzed into his life he’d been at her beck and call (and loved every minute of it). But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a little baffled as to why they were going to the Hideout on a Thursday. Nobody played on Thursdays—nobody good, at least—so why bother? At least when he played they could get free drinks.

“Alright, angel, we’re here,” Eddie said as he shifted into park. “Now what?”

“Can I have your bandana?” she asked, giving him an innocent smile that he knew better than to trust. But, of course, he still gave it to her.

“Now close your eyes,” she instructed.

“Getting kinky on me, sweetheart?” he asked as he obediently shut his eyes.

“No,” she said, giggling like she was very pleased with herself. “Don’t move.”

She slid something over his face, something that definitely wasn’t his bandana. He lifted his hand to his right eye just as something soft plopped on his head.

“Chrissy—” he glanced in the rearview mirror just to double check, but he could only see out of one eye. “Is this an eyepatch?”

Chrissy didn’t respond, she just looked at him innocently as she tied his bandana around her head. He ducked down to see what else she’d put on him, and lo and behold, a pirate’s hat with a giant, fluffy feather sat squarely upon his head.

“What the hell—”

Chrissy had her lips pinched together like she was desperately trying to stay serious, and when he looked over again she had a stuffed animal owl on her shoulder.

“It was as close as I could get to a parrot,” she said apologetically, like the bird on her shoulder was his biggest grievance.

“Chrissy, sweetheart, darling,” Eddie said, cupping her hands to his chest. “What the fuck are we doing dressed as pirates?”

She batter her eyelashes at him innocently. “Tonight’s half off drinks if you do.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

She pointed out the window, and he saw several people dressed in various half-assed pirate gear. One guy even had on a full captain’s costume, complete with a sword and everything. Fuck, they’d better not let that idiot get drunk or somebody might leave tonight with a real pirate peg-leg.

He turned back to her with a suspicious glare. “Okay, but why do you get to look cute in a bandana while I get this goofy-ass hat?”

Chrissy shrugged as she jumped out of the van. “You’ve got the hair for it.” She looked back at him, all enticing blue eyes and pouty lips. “Are you coming?”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed, making the pirate’s hat shake precariously. He loved her so fucking much.

“Aye-aye, captain.”

#hellcheer #hellcheer drabble #date night #fluff #vibez answers

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday!

Wednesdays seem to come around a lot faster than they used to, I swear.

I was planning on posting the WIP which I posted yesterday today, an excerpt from the beginning of my vampire Balgruuf AU, but I was just so excited about it I had to post it then. Instead, have Elyse and Hrongar preparing to fight over whose sword is better for the next chapter of The Perfect Storm.

Tagging @throughtrialbyfire, @wildhexe, @thequeenofthewinter, @friend-of-giants and anyone else who wishes to say I tagged them, though obviously there is no pressure or obligations to do so :)

“I know what we can do!” Frothar cried out, getting between the two of them before their bickering about swords could intensify to a full-blown argument. “You can have a fight against each other! Hrongar, you can use your greatsword, and Elyse, you can use your magic swords - the winner can claim that they have the better one,” he stated, looking incredibly proud of himself for coming up with that compromise. “That way, I get to see both types in action!”

Elyse had to admit… it was a surprisingly good idea. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that seeing variety in types of swords being used would likely be beneficial in teaching how to use one – she had been all too focussed on defending her own method of fighting. “I see no harm in that, but it depends on whether your uncle could bring himself around to losing to me.”

“Pah! Big talk for someone whose weapons aren’t even real,” he retorted, though the corner of his lips were clearly turning up. “You’re on, Dragonborn. But I want there to be stakes at play. Got to make this interesting so that the lad doesn’t see anything half-assed.”

There had been almost no hesitation when he brought up stakes. That, at least to her, read as him having some sort of motive. Almost as if... he had planned to gatecrash her lesson with Frothar from the beginning. Then again, this was Hrongar - the man was known for being brash and not thinking before speaking. “What do you have in mind?”

“If I win, you join me at the Bannered Mare for drinks tonight.”

Her reaction to what he wanted was one of bafflement, because it sounded very much like he was asking her on a date. Was Hrongar flirting? Was this what Irileth was warning her about when saying to not accept any drinks from him?

“And you have to match me drink for drink – and let me tell you, I don’t get drunk easy.”

It definitely had her feeling uncomfortable because she was the exact opposite to that. The last time that she had ended up drunk was back when she was celebrating defeating Alduin, and Lydia had laughed and called her a lightweight in the morning as she fought off a hangover, and that was well over a year and a half ago. Then again… that was in the nature of stakes, they were meant to make you uncomfortable, meant to make you need to win. “Fine then. And if I win… I get your greatsword. As a trophy, not to use,” she stated, bringing her hand up to her chin. “As for winning conditions… Disarming is no good, because my weapons by their very nature cannot be disarmed – how about drawing first blood to raise the stakes even more?”

“You are talking my language. No holding back either.”

“Are you certain about that? Because if I weren’t to hold back, that means that you will also have to handle my thu’um,” she taunted, stepping closer to him and standing on her toes so that she didn’t have to crane her neck as much to look up at him. “Or would you prefer me just sticking to my swords?” Based on the slight motion of his throat, she took that as agreement with the latter question. “Just swords it is.”

They had almost completely forgotten about Frothar, who was still stood by them, watching as they goaded each other on. Not that it mattered much… the boy was too busy bracing himself in preparation for what was likely going to be one of the most intense fights he had ever witnessed, and it was exciting.

#meg has done some writing #dragonborn oc elyse #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim fic - the perfect storm #I have been doing my best to try and keep things a bit more organised with stuff i post so i'm trying to tag my fics from now on :)

[leonardalphachurch]

@redvsbluesecretsanta present for @stickylizardcave! why is it so late? well you see. i am very bad at deadlines. i

you asked for poly blue team but I wasn’t sure who you wanted included in that so I just went with the classic bluet4 with a focus on epsilon/wash and church being over protective. hope you like it!

EDIT: now also available to read on ao3 if you prefer to read stuff there

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Nothing Wrong

Post-15 Epsilon lives AU.

The boys go on a date to the beach, working through the new relationship dynamics recent events may have caused. Even though it may not be perfect at times, in the end, they know that there really is nothing wrong.

“HEY ASSHOLE, YOU EVER HEARD OF WATCHING WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING GOING?”

“Church.”

“YOU’RE JUST GONNA KEEP WALKING, HUH? I KNOW YOU HEAR ME MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Church.”

“OH, TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO EVEN TURN AROUND! YOU EVER HEARD OF FUCKING APOLOGIZING?”

“Epsilon!”

“WHAT!?”

Wash stared at him, completely unamused.

“Wh- don’t get mad at me! That guy’s big ass bag smashed right the fuck into you! He could’ve hurt you!”

“The only thing hurting me is your screechy voice giving me a headache. Sit down.” Wash pulled him down and Church begrudgingly followed, grumbling about how he did not have a screechy voice, you have a screechy voice. The unamused stare turned ever so slightly more amused.

“Who are we yelling at?” Tucker approached the table, tray filled with their food. Wash reached out to grab his share before hesitating. Tucker handed him his fries and milkshake.

“I was not yelling.” They both stared at him, unconvinced. “That loud.”

Tucker laughed, “You were so loud the whole boardwalk could hear you.”

Church looked around. Sure enough, there will still a few people looking their way. He felt a twinge of embarrassment but, whatever, at least people knew not to fucking bother them.

“Some asshole smashed his giant fucking bag directly into Wash’s head.”

“No!” Tucker put his hand to his chest.

“Yes! He could’ve given him a concussion!”

Wash rolled his eyes. “A concussion? Really?”

“We don’t know what was in the bag! It could’ve been fucking, bowling balls!”

“He was carrying around bowling balls.”

“Maybe!”

“To the beach.”

“I don’t- I don’t know what fucking humans are doing these days!”

“No, no,” Tucker interjected, “he’s right, Wash, this is serious.”

“Thank you!”

“Hitting people with bags? This guy sounds like a serious threat.” In one swift motion Tucker removed his sword from his hip and turned it on. “You want me to go take him out?”

Wash laughed. Church glared.

“I don’t know, Tucker,” Wash said, expression now squarely in amused, “guy seems pretty dangerous. Heard he might have bowling balls.”

“Baby, you know I’d face the danger for you.”

“Oh, shove it up your asses.” They both laughed. Whatever.

Tucker turned off his sword and clipped it back into the holder on his hip.

“Where’s Caboose?” Church said, definitely not trying to change the subject.

“Still getting food.” Tucker started unwrapping his burger. “You know he orders like 50 meals. I’m not helping him carry all that shit back.”

“Wow, a real Prince Charming.” Church snarked.

Wash poked at his fries. “Should we wait for him to start?”

“Mmph?” Tucker replied, mouth already full of burger.

“Right.” Wash took a sip of his milkshake.

Church looked around for Caboose. The boardwalk wasn’t too crowded; most people weren’t having beach dates at noon on a Thursday. Even if it was, Caboose wouldn’t have been too hard to find, with his tendency to tower over the crowds. Sure enough, Church was easily able to spot by the food stands, chatting up a confused but amiable looking employee. His tray was already filled with snacks from one stand, eagerly waiting for more. About half of that food would probably end up on the ground during the walk over. Church wondered if that was why he always got so much.

“This is really good.” Wash eagerly sucked up his milkshake.

Tucker looked contemplative as he stared at the straw in Wash’s mouth, but seemed to decide against whatever he was thinking about, instead saying, “Yeah, it’s you’re favorite.”

“Oh.”

“Passionfruit and chocolate. You get it all the time.”

“Right.” Wash took his notepad out of his pocket and started reading through it. “Right,” he nodded slowly. “I guess I have pretty good taste.”

Church frowned.

“Yeah, it's Church’s favorite, too.”

“What? No!” Church recoiled. “That shit’s nasty. I hate chocolate mixed with fruit.”

Tucker laughed.

Wash scoffed. “Well, you don’t have to drink it.”

“Good! I fucking won’t!”

They continued to eat in quiet, for a moment.

Wash read through his notepad again, flipping through a few pages, brow furrowed. “We… come to the beach a lot?” Wash asked.

“Huh? Uh, no?” Tucker replied.

“You said I get this all the time.”

“Oh. No, the burger place, it’s a franchise, there’s one by your house-”

“Right. Right.” Wash flipped through his pages again. “I remember that, that makes a lot more sense.” He jotted something down.

“I wish we went to beach all the time.”

Church’s frown deepened. He looked over to Caboose, hoping to find him finally ready. The employee was helping him carefully balance his tray.

“Hey, Church, you wanna bite?”

“Huh?”

Tucker waved his nearly finished burger in Church’s face.

“Shake’s vanilla, too. Nothin’ fancy.”

“Uh, no.”

“You sure? It’s a good fucking burger.”

Church rolled his eyes. “It’s a burger from a fucking beach food stand, how good can it be.”

“It’s local.”

“It’s fast food. Besides, I’ve had it before.”

Tucker shrugged. “Your loss.”

Wash jotted something down.

“Ummmm.”

The trio looked up to see Caboose walking up to them, tray precariously stacked high. The cheerful looking employee from before was looking slightly less cheerful now, as she walked with Caboose to the table, trying to keep him balanced.

“I think it is actually called ‘fast casual.’ Right Junie?”

“Uhh, sure, please just, oh god.” A burger rolled off the tray and down the boardwalk. Junie watched it go with an expression that screamed ‘I am not being paid enough to do this.’ Church decided he liked her.

“Tucker, for gods sake, help them.”

“Wh- I’m eating!”

“It’s okay!” Caboose made the last few long strides to quickly drop the tray down on the table. To absolutely no one’s surprise, a large soda immediately tipped over. “Oops.”

“CABOOSE!”

“FUCK!”

“Nooooooooo...”

Church’s reflexes immediately grabbed for Wash’s notepad, keeping it dry and out of harm’s way. Tucker wasn’t nearly so lucky, cola coating the remainder of his fries and all over his shirt. Church started cracking up.

Junie looked absolutely crestfallen. “We were. So close.”

“Hey,” Church laughed, “you did better than he usually does.”

“I’ll go… get some napkins.”

Wash started to say she didn’t have to but she was already gone.

“That’s my new friend Junie!” Caboose already stopped caring about the carnage that laid before him, instead starting to shove a burger into his mouth. “She has a cat!”

“Yeah, great, you got soda all over my fucking shirt.” Tucker was wringing his shirt out over the side of the table.

“It’s the beach.” Caboose said simply.

Tucker considered that for a moment before shrugging and taking off his shirt.

Church looked away, flustered at his boyfriend suddenly being shirtless next to him.

Wash had no such shame, staring openly at Tucker’s chest as he sipped his shake.

“Here’s your book.” Church shoved it back at Wash’s face.

“Oh,” Wash took and put it back in his pocket. “Thanks for being quick about it.”

“Well, I’d be the one to restore it if it got messed up anyway. My actions are purely selfish.”

Wash rolled his eyes. “Sure, you don’t care about anyone or anything.”

“Exactly.”

“NAPKINS.” A pile of cotton was dropped onto the table. Junie started to mop up the still uncleaned soda.

“Oh, you really don’t have to—” Wash started.

“THANK YOU!!” Caboose interrupted, punctuating his words with wide hand movements. “Uh oh.”

Another cup of soda took the brunt of Caboose’s backhand. Its precarious lid was no match for the strength at which it was struck to the table. Soda exploded outwards from it, drenching the mountain of once dry napkins into a flattened, sticky mound. Tucker’s bare chest, on proud display, was blasted yet again by the syrupy liquid, with nothing to protect its second barrage of nectar of the day.

“CABOOSE!”

“Oops!”

“Oooooaaaggghhh.” Junie collapsed in despair at witnessing the carnage.

“You really don’t have to clean this.”

Church just put his head in his hands. Sometimes he really didn’t know how he was in love with these idiots.

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Church stabbed angrily at the sand.

Wash watched him with a judgmental eye. “You need some help with that?”

“I got it.”

“You gotta spin it.” Tucker supplied unhelpfully.

“I got it.”

“I think you should dig the hole deeper.” Caboose chimed in. Tucker muttered something about deep holes under his breath.

“I! Am an advanced military AI! I know how to stick a fucking umbrella in the sand!” To prove his point, Chirch quickly calculated and, in one swift, smooth motion, stabilized the umbrella. “See!”

Tucker laughed and continued undressing.

Wash smirked at him, “Tell Delta I said thanks for the help.”

“Wh- hey!”

“Hi Delta!” Caboose cheerfully waved.

“Delta’s not here! Because I am on a date.” He said, half to Caboose, half to himself.

You’re welcome, Delta logged off. Church mentally flipped him off.

“Bye, Delta!”

“Go, put on your sunscreen, Caboose.”

“Okay!” Caboose started digging in his bag.

A bottle of sunscreen smacked Church in face.

“You wanna use those advanced military AI skills to slather me up?” Tucker said, attempting to be seductive.

“Oh my god.” Church looked over at Tucker and rolled his eyes. The man was wearing what Church had to assume was the tiniest swimsuit he could buy. “Can’t you wear something normal?”

“This is a totally normal swimsuit, you’re just a prude.”

“I am not a prude.”

“Oh yeah? Then come rub me up,” Tucker winked.

Church beaned him with the sunscreen. “Do it yourself. My skin doesn’t absorb that shit, it’d just stick to my hands.”

“Aw, come on, you won’t get your hands all creamy for me?” To punctuate his point, Tucker started to pose in what Church assumed Tucker assumed was a seductive way.

"You sound like Donut." Church was definitely not seduced, he assured himself as he blushed and looked away.

“Give me the sunscreen, I’ll do it.” Dammit, Church hadn’t considered that Wash would be seduced instead.

Tucker shrugged, “As long as I’m getting sunscreened by a beautiful man, I’ll take it.”

Wash scoffed, pulling him down, “Glad to know I’m your second choice.”

Church rolled his eyes and looked away from his partners. Because he was annoyed by Tucker’s shenanigans and definitely not because he would be way too embarrassed to watch his boyfriends rub each other up in public, of course.

“Done!”

Caboose shoved his sunscreen into Church’s hands.

“Why are you giving it to me?”

Caboose just smiled and shrugged, and Church started to suspect that the man was not, in fact, done.

Sure enough, Church adjusted his eyesight to focus on UV and large splotches of Caboose’s body were completely uncovered.

“Caboose! You didn’t get most of you!”

“Oh no,” Caboose replied, with not even a hint of distress, “Guess you will have to do it for me.”

Church glared. “You do this on purpose, you little shit.”

Caboose simply grinned and spread his arms.

Well, whatever. Caboose preferred the spray sunscreen, claiming it made him less oily, so at least Church could put this on.

Church started spraying an even, uniform coating, making sure to cover every inch of Caboose’s skin. Which necessitated a great deal of attention paid to every inch of Caboose’s skin. Caboose wore board shorts, which left more to the imagination that Tucker’s glorified thong, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t still a lot of skin. From his legs, his back, his chest. Church had long since committed it all to memory, but, well, nothing wrong with a refresher.

As Church finished, he gave Caboose a once over to make sure everything was covered. And maybe his gaze lingered a little too long in his partner’s body. And maybe Church was struck by wondering how on Earth he got here, to be dating someone like Caboose, like Tucker and Wash. To be a beach applying sunscreen to his boyfriend as if there was nothing wrong. And, maybe, just maybe, there was nothing wrong.

His gaze moved upwards and caught Caboose’s, who was staring at him expectantly.

Church jumped backwards.

“Uh, there. Now you’re done.”

Caboose took a step forward, reclosing the gap between them.

“Thank you!”

Before Church could realize what was happening, Caboose was pulling him in for a kiss. He tensed at the unexpected contact but quickly relaxed, letting himself fall into Caboose’s soft lips. It was nice. Church forgot sometimes how nice it was when something was nice.

A click of camera shutter went off. Church pulled away to see Tucker aiming his camera at him and Caboose.

Church sputtered. “You can’t just— I didn’t say you could— how dare you— delete that picture.”

“No way man, that was cute as hell.”

Church tried to grab the camera from him but Tucker easily maneuvered it out of his reach. Their struggle quickly turned into a grapple, which quickly turned into full on wrestling in the sand.

Caboose picked up the camera, swiftly abandoned as their fight changed into one of dominance, and sat down next to Wash.

“Do you need to be sunscreened?” Caboose asked, taking pictures of the fight before him.

“Ah, no, I’m all right, I’ve been reapplying every couple of hours.”

“Ohh, that’s smart.”

“Yeah, my skin’s not used to the sun.”

Caboose and Wash watched their two boyfriends wrestle in the sand. It was not a sophisticated fight, nothing like what you’d expect from who are supposed to Chorus’ top operatives. Just two men, desperately trying to get on top of the other.

“It’s impressive that something can be so homoerotic and yet so unsexy,” Wash commented.

“Mm,” Caboose agreed, putting the camera down. “I’m bored.”

Caboose stood up and walked over to the fight. He easily lifted Tucker off of the other man.

“Hey!”

“I want to go in the water now.”

Saying that, Caboose, still holding Tucker, made his way towards the ocean. Tucker protested and struggled but was no match for a Caboose on a mission.

Church wiped himself off. Oh god, he was fucking covered in sand. It was down his pants, up his shirt, caked in his hair. He was pretty sure it was- oh, fucking hell.

“FUCK SAND.” Church yelled in protest as he angrily stomped his way back onto the blanket.

“We’re at the beach. What were you expecting?”

“Fuck you!” Church flipped him off. “It got fucking, inside me.”

“Inside you?”

“In my fucking… mechanisms!” Church gestured towards his torso. “In my wires! Do you know what it’s like to have tiny grain of sands in your fucking bits?”

Wash frowned. “That sounds… awful”

“It is! My life in an unceasing hell of my own fucking creation.”

“Is it dangerous?” Wash looked more concerned than Church had meant to engender.

“Uh,” Church felt a little sheepish. “No, probably not. Just… really uncomfortable.”

“That’s good.”

“Wow. glad you’re happy at my discomfort.”

Wash rolled his eyes. “Epsilon.”

Church huffed. He was allowed to be overdramatic about this. There was sand in his bits.

“Can I help clean in some way?”

Church felt his brain short circuit. The idea of Wash’s hands inside him. Church completely opened up as Wash’s hands delicately cleaned his internals. Brushing against wires and servos. Church’s most vital parts exposed to him. Incredibly vulnerable. Incredibly intimate.

Church felt dirty for even thinking of it in public.

“Um, n-no, I’d go to a, I’d have to get my body professionally cleaned. Not by you. When I’m not in it.”

Wash nodded. “Well, as long as it can get cleaned.”

Church needed to look anywhere but Wash right now. He opted to watch Tucker and Caboose instead.

They’d made it in only a little, water seemingly to cold for them to want go further. Tucker kicked some water up at Caboose, who in turn picked him up and chucked him into the deeper water. Church could hear the yelp from here. Tucker immediately started trying to pull Caboose down with him.

Wash chuckled, and Church turned to see him watching them too.

Wash turned to meet his gaze. “Are you not going in?” He asked.

“I’m a robot, Wash. Me and water don’t exactly agree.”

“Right, right.”

“You?” Church asked, though he already knew the answer.

Wash shook his head. “Not a big fan of the ocean.”

“Yeah.” Church said. “Honestly, kinda surprised you even agreed to a beach date.”

Wash laughed, “Hey, me too. Would love to remember what I was thinking when I did.”

Church looked away. He stared at Tucker and Caboose, not really registering their actions. He felt— no, he didn’t feel anything. Nothing was wrong. He was on a beach date with his boyfriends and there was nothing wrong.

It was silent, between them, for a moment. Then two. Then too long, for the silence to be comfortable, but Church didn’t have anything to say.

Wash was the one to break it. “Is it okay for you to be in the sun like that?”

“What? Yes? I don’t have skin like you do, I don’t burn.”

“I know you don’t burn.”

“The why are you asking—”

“Because you do overheat.”

Church scoffed. He was not overheating… yet. “I am fine. I have a state of the art cooling system”

“Your ‘state of the art cooling system’ overheats when you’re cuddling with Caboose.”

“Caboose runs abnormally hot!”

“Just,” Wash sighed and scooted over, “come under the umbrella.

Church frowned. “I had that perfectly angled to keep you out of the sun for as long as possible.”

“Well, tell Delta thanks for effort, but I’m moving so my boyfriend can sit with me.”

Church huffed, but relented, angrily sitting next to him. “I am perfectly capable of calculating the angle of the sun by myself.” He informed Wash.

Wash put his arm around Church’s waist. “I’m sure you are.”

They sat like that for a moment, looking out at their boys in the water. They were comfortably further out now, and seemed to have turned throwing Tucker into a game. Church didn’t know how they weren’t getting yelled at by some lifeguard yet, but figured that being the saviors of the planet might have some perks.

Wash pulled Church tighter. Church looked over at the other man, and their lips locked. And if Church had to wonder how he got here with Caboose he couldn’t even begin to marvel at how he ended up like this. Like this, with Wash.

With Wash.

Wash pulled away slightly, their faces still so, so close. They stared each other in the eyes and Church never wanted to leave this moment.

“Are you… all right?”

“Me?” and just like that, they had left the moment. “I’m- I’m fine. Why are you asking that?”

Wash hesitated, seeming to considering his words carefully. “You… didn’t eat Tucker’s burger earlier.”

“What? Why the hell do you remember that?”

“I… wrote it down.”

“Why would you write that down?”

Wash considered his words again, and it bothered Church in a way he couldn’t define. Just say it, he wanted to say. Just talk. But he kept quiet, allowing Wash the space to consider.

“Carolina says you haven’t wanted to join her for missions lately.”

“What? I join her all the time.”

“Not in her armor. And you used to piggyback of Tucker and Caboose more, too. You haven’t been wanting to leave your body. Not even for a milkshake.”

Church ignored the accusations and avoided the question, focusing instead on, “You talk about me with Carolina?”

“Of course.” Wash said, staring at Church like it was a stupid question. “She’s worried about you.”

Church winced, the sentence hitting him with guilt like he was being struck by the butt of a gun. “Well, she shouldn’t be, okay? It’s not a big deal. I just, I like independence.”

“You also like milkshakes.”

“Yeah, well, I’m… watching my figure.”

Wash laughed, and Church laughed with him. It was nice, to make Wash laugh. It wasn’t something Church would eve have imagined he was capable of.

“I promise I’m fine, okay? Stop worrying about me.”

Wash looked at him for a moment, expression unreadable to Church. Finally, he shook his head, saying, “You’re lucky that I know you’re not.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you have been incredibly over protective and annoying lately and if I didn’t know you weren’t okay I wouldn’t be putting up with it.”

Church rolled his eyes. “I am not overprotective and annoying”

“Oh yeah?” Wash flipped through some pages of his notepad and held it out to Church. “Then explain this.”

Epsilon has been incredibly overprotective and annoying lately. He’s lucky I know he’s not okay or I wouldn’t be putting up with it.

Church glared at the notebook. “I’m gonna rip that page out.”

“That’s fine. I would never forget how annoying you are.”

“All right.” Church moved to get up in a huff before Wash pulled him back down.

“Come on, don’t go, I’m kidding. Well, sort of.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Church folded his arms and grumbled angrily as he settled back into Wash. “Aren’t we on a date? Why the hell are we trying to talk about my problems? Can’t we just relax?”

Wash sighed, but gave Church a soft smile. “Fair enough.” He pulled away from Church, lying down.

“Come relax?” He pat his chest, gesturing for Church to lie with him.

Church blushed, flustered by Wash’s bare chest, but— oh, whatever. They were on a beach date. A little skin on skin never hurt anyone.

Church laid his head on Wash’s chest, almost instantly soothed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He was always tracking it, of course, always making sure that all his loved ones vital signs were in an acceptable range. But it was different to be pressed against him, to feel the vibrations against his own skin. To have Wash’s hand carding through his hair. To have his own gently stroking Wash’s waist.

Maybe the question of how he managed to get here was impossible for him to answer. But maybe, in just this moment, the question didn’t matter as much as the fact. The fact that he was here.

They were here.

And they stayed there, so comfortable in the shade of the perfectly angled umbrella, until…

A click of a camera shutter went off.

“Cute as hell.”

Church looked up to see Tucker standing above them, camera in hand, still soaking wet.

“You motherfucker.”

Church started to get up to beat the shit out of Tucker, but the hand in his hair tightened around him, holding him in place.

“Hey!”

“I thought you wanted to relax?” Wash teased, not even bothering to open his eyes to look at him.

As Church wrestled against Wash’s grip and his two other boyfriends cheered them on. Church was struck by how much he hated these people. And by how much he loved these people.

And maybe, right now, things weren’t all right. But maybe, eventually, hopefully, in the end, there really will be nothing wrong.

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