#kit reboots before bed

[chaotic-orphan]

Intoxicating Fear (Xiv)

Wake up call

Continued from // Masterpost

This one was a struggle, I’m not happy with the end of it, but… the first half is good enough

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Kit woke in the middle of the night, his head on fire as if there was poison lacing through it. He lurched to the side of the bed, rolling over the damp sheets sweat clinging to his forehead and hair. He hit the ground on his hands and knees, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain and resting his forehead on the cool wooden floor of his bedroom.

He groaned, nausea climbing up his throat that he fought not to throw up. What would he even throw up? Bile? He hadn’t eaten anything all day.

Fuck… Kit let out another moan of pain, the terrible clanging pain of it quieting from the hammer on an anvil level pounding. Slowly, dreadfully slowly, Kit sat back on his hips, raising his head to try and sit vertically. He shivered as he set his shoulders against his bed frame, his sweat freezing on his skin, teeth chattering as he looked to his clock.

6.15 a.m.

He needed to get something, painkillers something, water— anything. He grabbed his shirt by the collar and yanked it up over his head, throwing it down beside him on the floor. It landed with a heavy wet slap, but Kit didn’t care. He did the same with his bottoms and pushed himself to his feet, his muscles aching as he walked to his wardrobe and grabbed some fresh pyjamas, pulling them on. Some fresh socks.

The house was almost expectant, eerie, as Kit opened his door and padded down the hall, hand on the railing as he took the stairs. As if the house had been woken with Kit’s nightmare or… something. It felt like he had eyes on him, but he didn’t care enough to investigate the shadows peeking at him in his mind.

He grabbed the painkillers, filled a glass with water and turned to walk back up the stairs. Rain pattered heavy against the roof, wind creaking the gutters and trees outside. The changing shadows were just that, shadows as the dawn tried to yawn awake. The skies oppressed with the rainclouds and poor weather, and Kit fell asleep before first light broke, curling up in Mentor’s bed, arms wrapped around himself, shivering to sleep while the house’s shadows watched over him.

Kit woke again later with that same ear shattering headache that drew a cry from his throat. He didn’t wake in a cold sweat like last time, but the headache was somehow worse like a migraine. The pressure was unbelievable and it felt as if someone had reached inside his skull and took his brain, squeezing it in the palm of their hands like putty and Kit opened his eyes as a single name crossed his mind: Ambrose.

“Motherfucker,” Kit ground out as he got his feet on the ground, the room swaying as he stood. Shit… where did he leave his phone? Kit’s feet stumbled forward just before he reached the door, hand flying out to catch himself on the wall. He wasn’t going to make it downstairs if Ambrose didn’t at least let up a bit.

I’m coming! Kit thought as loud as he could, over the thunderous rolling of sound and pressure. He didn’t even know if Ambrose’s power worked like that. How far was his reach? Could he even hear Kit’s thoughts from so far away? Kit paused at the railing of the stairs, white knuckled grip keeping him upright.

The headache lessened in pressure, but remained there in the back of his mind, thrumming impatient for Kit to reach his phone. Kit walked down the stairs carefully, dreading every step closer he got to his phone. He turned it on and waited for the screen to reboot. There’s no way Ambrose knew where he was, did he? Did he have to be close for his power to work? Or did it just matter that he was in the city — could his reach be that strong?

Kit had only put his pin to unlock the phone in when Ambrose’s name flashed across his phone. Kit answered after the fourth ring, just to piss him off.

“What?”

“Christopher!”

“My name’s not Christopher, Rosey.”

“Fine, Mallory,” Ambrose drawled, far too chirper for Kit who was just dragged out of bed. “You slept in.”

“I would have slept longer if you weren’t so fucking needy.”

“I did knock first, but you weren’t answering your door.”

Kit froze, turning his head to the front door. “I didn’t hear you,” Kit said, voice thankfully even.

“That’s fine. You can see why I went to plan B then. Just let me in now, it’s cold outside.”

Kit didn’t answer. A beat passed between them. Then, “Kit. I’m waiting.”

Kit licked his lips. “Can you even force me over the phone?”

Ambrose laughed a cold, humourless chuckle. He didn’t answer, instead he said: “Kit, open the front door.”

Apparently he could. Kit felt his feet carry him forward, his heart thundering in his ears, because what if Ambrose knew where he was? What if he was waiting outside that door? Kit didn’t want him in his house. His childhood home, where he had countless memories with Mentor.

Kit swallowed hard as his hand settled on the lock. It clicked open and Kit opened the door. He let out a small laugh as he did, seeing his porch empty of any sadistic villain.

“Kit, I’m getting impatient.”

“I opened the door, Rosey,” Kit told him. Kit felt a sudden sharp streak run through his mind, as if searching for a lie.

“I told you that you weren’t allowed to run, or disappear,” Ambrose said. Kit could hear the cold anger in his voice and could imagine Ambrose’s face right now.

“Maybe you’re losing your touch, Omen,” Kit said with a laugh. “Better luck next time. I’m going back to bed.”

“Kit—!”

“Bye, Rosey. Have a nice day.”

Kit pulled the phone away from his ear to hang up on the bastard when Ambrose’s voice rang out again. “Do you want me to find that water Hero instead, Kit? Oh, what was their name? Tides?”

Kit’s thumb hovered over the red end call button, his heart hammering against his chest. He should hang up. He should hang up. He wanted to hang up. Hasn’t he suffered enough? Wasn’t it somebody else’s turn to suffer the sadist?

His hand was shaking and he wanted to scream. Just end the call! It’s not your fault what a fucking Villain does. You can’t control his actions. Nobody would ever know that you could’ve saved Tides, it would be a tragic accident and—

Mentor’s face flashed through Kit’s mind and he balled his free hand into a fist at his side. Did he really want to have to visit two people in hospital, especially when he could have prevented one of them from being there in the first place?

“Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick—”

“Fine!” Kit spat into the phone. He could almost see Ambrose’s horrible smile.

“If you are not at your apartment in an hour, I will make good on my threat, Mallory. See you soon.”

Ambrose hung up. Kit stared at his reflection in the black screen of his phone and cursed, slamming the door shut and letting out a long, guttural: “FUCK!”

His voice crackled and echoed with electricity, his phone like a battery in his hand that he was draining. He let out a breath, straightening and focused on moving the charge back into his phone until the screen blinked up at him.

Fuck, at this rate he would need to wear power dampeners just to ensure he didn’t cause any power outages on the way back to his apartment. His apartment… His apartment where Ambrose was waiting, and probably pissed off.

God… how long had he been free of the bastard? Two, three days? Such a short amount of peace, and the first day Kit had spent most of it sleeping! He didn’t even consider enjoying it because exhaustion had forced him into bed.

Kit had a quick shower and left, taking the metro back to his apartment. The entire way his mind raced with the sheer power that Ambrose possessed. How was any Hero ever meant to beat him? To defeat him?

A smaller voice in his mind echoed a poignant: how will I ever defeat him?

But… No, if Ambrose was really as strong as he wanted Kit to believe then he would have taken over the city at any given moment. He could have wiped the minds of the city’s entire population and made them think that Ambrose was the number one hero, and why stop there? Why not the mayor? Or something else more grandiose and Ambrose-y.

No… There’s no way Ambrose would just let the world be if he could do that on such scale. There had to be something local about his ability. Some restraint. Something that stops him from controlling whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

The information didn’t stop his palms from sweating, or the dread from building in his stomach as he came to his stop. The doors opened with a soft whoosh and a creak and Kit stepped out into the underground. His apartment was a five minute walk from here.

He checked his watch. He still had fifteen minutes. He could hang back for a minute, maybe dawdle away some of the time so he wouldn’t have to see Ambrose again for as long as he possibly could. Then Mentor flashed through his mind again and he found himself ascending the steps to street level and walking towards his apartment.

Towards Ambrose.

Towards Omen.

Towards his tormentor.

His heart shudders to a stop when he sees Ambrose in his charcoal overcoat he wore the first day Kit met him on the docks. No doubt he was wearing some expensive suit beneath.

He looked so out of place in front of Kit’s small white block of apartments. He looked too much like a stranger, a foreigner who wasn’t properly acquainted with the style this side of town — as if Ambrose had just walked the wrong side of the river and was about to knock for directions.

Kit’s apartment was on the rougher side of the city because he liked it that way, and too many times he had seen people who dressed like Ambrose getting jumped or mugged on the street in certain alleyways.

Kit almost scoffed at the thought of someone jumping Ambrose. He pitied the imaginary thief who would cross Ambrose’s path.

You crossed my path, Kit.

Kit blinked then stopped. Ambrose was standing on the small path that led up to Kit’s apartment on the second floor. His back was turned to Kit, standing relaxed beside the railing. Ambrose knew that he was here and he didn’t turn his head to show he knew.

You’re so dramatic.

Ambrose turned his head this time, his dark eyes capturing Kit’s and smiling. Tick, tock, tick—

Kit started walking after that. He didn’t want to give the bastard any reason to go after Tides. He checked his phone for the time to see he still had four minutes. He took a breath as he ascended the steps to where Ambrose stood waiting patiently.

Ambrose regarded him with a cool look. “Where were you?”

“Not here.”

Ambrose stared at him for a beat. Then he said, “fine. Open the door.”

Kit didn’t fight his body as it obeyed the command. To be honest he was happy he didn’t have to look at Ambrose for those few precious seconds, his alabaster skin closer to some statue than an actual human.

The lock opened with a click. Kit pushed down on the handle and the moment the door cracked open, Ambrose shoved him inside. Kit stumbled forward, half expecting the attack and turned to face Ambrose once he regained his footing.

Ambrose smiled coldly at him, closing the door behind him and locking it again. “Kit,” he said with a drawn out sigh. “I trusted you to obey the terms of our deal.”

“No, you forced me to obey the terms of our deal,” Kit snapped in reply. “And if you fucked up the terms in the first place, it’s not my fault.”

Ambrose took a step forward, and Kit fought himself not to match it with one back. “Where were you, Kit?”

“If you thought I was just going to wait here like a little puppy for you to drop in whenever you feel like it and torture me, you are sorely mistaken.”

Ambrose clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I knew it was too premature to trust you with your freedom. You’re still so defiant. What have you got left to prove?”

“If you think I’m just going to obey every command you—”

“Get on your knees.”

Kit’s knees hit the floor before he realised what happened. He had only begun to push himself up when Ambrose’s black eyes flashed above him, his lips that horrible red against his marble skin. “Stay on your knees.”

“You’re a fucking—”

“Bark.”

Kit did his best imitation of a dog. He could feel the humiliation crawl pink up his neck at the sound.

“Look at me,” Ambrose said, and Kit glared up at him, fists balling by his sides. “See how you obey every command for me? You’re so good at it, like a little puppy.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do any of this if you just told me where you were hiding.”

Kit’s lips curled back into a snarl. “Make me!”

Ambrose clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and walked past Kit. Kit turned his head, but stared back at the door when Ambrose told him to not turn around. He could hear Ambrose taking his jacket off behind him and laying it somewhere. Then he heard the sound of his tap turning on, and a moment later the click of the kettle.

Kit’s lips curled up viciously, his nose crinkling at the sound. What the fuck was Ambrose doing?! It’s ridiculous. Well fuck that. Fuck him. Kit reached for the electricity in his kettle and pulled it from the plug. The kettle stopped thrumming. Ambrose sighed behind Kit and shoes clacking off the wooden floors got closer and closer until Kit could feel Ambrose standing behind him.

“Show me your electricity,” said Ambrose.

“No,” Kit said.

“Show me your electricity, Kit,” Ambrose said again, and this time against his will, Kit’s fingers clicked the spark into his hand and he held up his arm for Ambrose to inspect.

Ambrose hummed behind him. “It’s not red anymore.” Ambrose walked around Kit to face him, and stared down into his eyes. “Hmm.”

“What?” Kit snapped.

Ambrose reached his hand forward and pressed his finger to Kit’s forehead. Kit shivered as the familiar ice cold sludge of Ambrose’s power flooded his brain and his electricity stopped cackling in his hand. The kettle thrummed to life again, back to boiling and Kit stared mutinously ahead at his floor.

“Good lad. You haven’t forgotten the futility of struggling in my absence it seems. You can stand up now.”

Ambrose walked back to the kitchen, but Kit stayed on his knees for another moment before getting to his feet. He walked to his table and sat down at it, running a hand down his face as he watched Ambrose get two mugs from the cupboard and grab the instant coffee.

He hated seeing him. He hated seeing Ambrose so at home in his apartment, as if they were roommates or friends. He wanted so bad to just murder him in that second, but the heaviness of being back here, under Ambrose’s control it was… exhausting. Kit was so tired and it hadn’t been what? Ten minutes yet? Twenty?

“You should really think about getting a cafetière Kit. The coffee is better than instant.”

“Sure, i’ll take your word for it.”

“Oh come on now, you’re not already defeated are you? Are you sulking?”

“Sure.”

Ambrose hummed his disapproval but didn’t say anything else in reply. He walked to the fridge and opened the door, his eyes going to the milk and grabbing it. He frowned staring down at the expiry date. The 21st… that was four… five days ago? Ambrose’s frown deepened as he put the milk back in the fridge and closed the door. His eyes skimming over Kit at his table, expression dazed.

He hadn’t been home in days, or he would have noticed his expired milk. Interesting.

Kit only snapped back into reality when Ambrose placed a cup of steaming black liquid in front of him. “Thanks.”

“Oh Kit, don’t be so glum. This was our deal, right? Your life for a couple visits a week.”

Kit let out a deep sigh as he grabbed his mug closer and stared down into his coffee. Ambrose’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t want this. He wanted Kit to have more life, not less.

“So,” Ambrose began, schooling his features into a more neutral expression. “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“My life, right?” Kit said, his eyes finally raising to meet Ambrose’s black ones. “That means you don’t ask about it.”

“Oh come on, tell me what you did while I was gone. The first thing you did.”

Kit immediately thought of his minor breakdown the second Ambrose left and he grimaced, setting his lips into a thin line and bringing the mug into his hands letting it hover just beside his lips.

“I went for a run.”

“And how was your run?”

“It felt… good.” Kit wasn’t lying. The run was the one thing that kept him sane after his minor meltdown. He hoped Ambrose was true to his word and staying out of his mind. Otherwise he would see everything… just in case Kit tried his best to make his mind go blank.

“Now, see? It felt good. I give you back your life, your autonomy in return for a few visits, I’m not unreasonable Kit.”

Kit scoffed and took a sip of his coffee.

“What else did you do? Where did you go?”

Kit stared down at his coffee. Ambrose rolled his eyes. “Do I have to force everything out of you, Kit? I have no qualms about using my powers on you as you know. In fact, I quite enjoy it.”

“I went to see my mentor,” Kit snapped, eyes locking onto Ambrose’s black ones. “Happy now?”

Ambrose smiled. “Ecstatic. How is Superhero?”

Kit’s grip tightened on his mug of coffee. Ambrose raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Was Superhero not your mentor?”

Kit set his jaw and looked away. Ambrose wouldn’t know, of course he wouldn’t know. As far as Ambrose knew, Mentor was before Kit’s time. Before Kit ever became a hero. Ambrose probably thought Kit came up through the ranks with Superhero, not Mentor.

And if that’s true then that means Ambrose wouldn’t know what Mentor meant to Kit, and Kit liked it better that way.

“I thought I said I don’t want to talk about my life outside of you,” he said instead of telling Ambrose to fuck off.

Ambrose hummed. “Look at me, Kit.”

Kit obeyed, swallowing as his eyes found Ambrose’s. The two black pools seemed to swirl like a storm, drawing Kit further and further in until he was lost in their abyss.

“I don’t want—”

“I don’t care,” Ambrose cut in, effectively silencing Kit’s protests. “Answer me honestly, is Superhero your mentor?”

“Why do you care?!” Kit snarled.

The corner of Ambrose’s lips tilted up slightly. “I care because you’re trying to hide something from me, and you know how much I love—”

“Torturing people, yeah I know.”

Ambrose sat back in his chair and shrugged his shoulders casually. “Always the hard way.”

Kit’s brows furrowed at the villain. Shit.

“Tell me who your mentor is, Kit.”

“Why?” Kit asked, anger leaking from his voice, replaced with a guarded almost pleading sadness.

“Because you’re protesting too much.”

“Please,” Kit whispered then froze. Ambrose froze too. Then his lips turned up into his smirk and Kit knew Ambrose was going to force him to tell him about Mentor.

“Tell me who-”

It was Kit’s turn to cut Ambrose off. “Mentor,” he ground out through gritted teeth. Ambrose’s eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows twitching up in surprise, his lips slightly parted, froze mid-sentence.

A moment of silence passed between them. The moment turned into a minute, and Kit just closed his eyes and drank his coffee in the silence. He could feel and hear the cogs working in Ambrose’s head trying to match the timelines up and coming up blank.

“You’re joking,” Ambrose said eventually. Kit looked away, it felt as if someone had a hand around their heart and squeezed it. “Oh. I see. You’re not joking… but Mentor was Superhero before—”

“Yeah,” said Kit. “I know.”

“Then—”

Kit’s scoff cut Ambrose off, his eyes going back to Ambrose’s. “What? You want my whole tragic backstory, Rosey?” He asked with a sardonic smile. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Mallory, I—”

“Didn’t know?” Kit supplied, his voice rising in pitch. “You didn’t know? Does it look like I give two shits about what you know or not?! I don’t need your false pity, or your remorse for your actions, Omen, because we both know you don’t mean it.”

Ambrose’s expression darkened. His features schooled into neutrality, but Kit could read him by now. The subtle too-tight wind of his jaw, the coolness in his eyes, Ambrose was pissed and he was about to take it out on Kit. Honestly? Kit didn’t care. He preferred it when Ambrose was cruel to him, at least then he didn’t have to think about Ambrose possibly having human emotions, or being human at all.

When Ambrose was hurting Kit he was just a villain, and Kit could hate him completely without second guessing himself.

Ambrose stood up and Kit braced himself for impact, whatever it was. Then Ambrose grabbed his jacket, and walked towards Kit’s front door. Kit frowned, staring after the villain. “Hey! Where’re—”

“I’ll see you later, Kit.”

The door opened and closed. Kit flinched, his heart pounding in his chest and his thoughts racing through his brain.

Mainly: what the hell was that all about?

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She-Ra: Flowers for Hordak

Time for another out-of-order Classic She-Ra review!

“Flowers for Hordak” was Episode 63, written by Bob Forward.

This was the first appearance of Perfuma and Mermista, shortly before appearing with Flutterina and Peekablue in the Christmas Special as New For 86 characters. BUY OUR DOLLS!

We begin in the Fright Zone, where Hordak is bullying Mantenna for no reason.

Yeah, Mantenna wears a shower cap even though he has no hair. Also check out his very human torso and Ninja Turtle feet.

On to the plot. Shadow Weaver has found a black ruby, which will allow her to blot out the sun over Whispering Woods, stopping photosynthesis.  If the trees die, the magic of Whispering Woods that’s been protecting the Rebels since the first episode will end. There’s just one problem, she tells Hordak: the Rebel Perfuma can keep plants alive and growing even without light. So Hordak decides to have her thrown in prison as the first step of this cunning plan.

Note here that the black ruby was the seed of the Black Garnet and the whole system of gems that Princesses are magically connected to in the reboot (along with the Pearl of Salineas).

We find Perfuma hanging out at the beautiful Crystal Falls along with Adora, Bow, and a mermaid named Mermista we’ve never seen before. Mermista is just chilling and sounding French, while Perfuma likes to dance around making flowers appear on everything.

(Pictured: Bow being secure in his heterosexuality.)

After just enough time to establish characterization, a Horde Trooper enters the scene and successfully arrests Perfuma. You’d think Adora could fight off one Horde Trooper without taking the time to find a secluded place to do her transformation, but hey. Glimmer shows up so she and Bow can each act flabbergasted, independently asking “Why would the Horde want Perfuma?” Oh I don’t know, lots of reasons: maybe she can grow food plants without light too. Or maybe he doesn’t actually like the stark industrial Fright Zone and wants to enslave an interior decorator? The Rebels figure it out fairly quickly though, as Shadow Weaver shows up to cast her spell to blot out the sun.

She-Ra flies off to ask Light Hope what to do. He acknowledges that the trees would die without Perfuma, but demands that She-Ra do nothing to rescue her. Rather than even consider disobeying a talking beam of light, She-Ra flies back to Whispering Woods and asks Glimmer to use her (inconsistent) power to make magical light to simulate sunlight for the trees. Glimmer does so, then lies on a bed in a tent in exhaustion, where there’s... a first aid kit and a milkshake?

“So that’s why all the boys are in this yard.”

Bow wonders how Perfuma is doing and we cut to the Fright Zone, where she’s filled her cell with giant flowers. Then she picks the lock with another magic bouquet out of nowhere and steps out to redecorate more of the Fright Zone. Hordak and Shadow Weaver’s plan is going perfectly, but then he sees Perfuma has escaped her cell and is dancing with robots.

“Lalalalala... oh HELLO there, Hordikins!”

“She calls ME Hordikins?”

“Oh, do you want to dance? I hope you’re better than your robots. They’re sweet, but a little clumsy.”

Dude, your plan to destroy Whispering Woods is going off without a hitch and this girl seems to be into you. What’s the problem?

“No! My wonderfully hideous Fright Zone! Ruined with pretty flowers everywhere!”

Ah right, you can’t stand her because you’re a bad guy and therefore hate beauty. How Platonist. And how meta: toys of Hordak and the other Horde members except Catra and Entrapta were sold in the action figure section of toy departments/stores, while She-Ra and Perfuma were sold in the doll section. Look up vintage box art to see how this was reflected. So Hordak is crying that his marketing is ruined.

He declares “That’s it! I can’t stand any more! One more flower and I’ll--”

He transforms his arm into a cannon, apparently threatening Perfuma with summary execution!

“Oh Hordikins, don’t be such an old grouch. Cheer up,” she says and does this:

It actually took me two viewings of this episode as an adult to realize that Bob Forward actually provided a Watsonian reason that the brutal dictator of Etheria can’t just kill an annoying prisoner, not just the Doylist “1985 BS&P”. Amazing.

This leads to Hordak offering increasingly favorable terms to the Rebels if they’ll take Perfuma away. His first offer was freeing her if She-Ra will surrender in her place. They laugh that one off and are reluctant to accept the next one, “I’ll release her with no strings attached if someone will come take her away”, but She-Ra goes to the Fright Zone, causing all the show’s norms to break down as Troopers attack her and Hordak reprimands them with “I invited her here!”

Perfuma doesn’t want to go. “We were having fun, weren’t we, Hordikins?” She-Ra VA Melendy Britt repeats “Hordikins?” in such a sweet, surprised tone. It sounds like Adora is happy her dad has a love interest.

Hordak is pathetically reduced to making Shadow Weaver end the spell and turn over the Black Ruby to the Rebels, along with three months supplies.

And so ends an amazing, 5/5, must-see episode. This one was highly influential on the reboot, getting Perfuma and her flower attacks a significant role from the middle of Season 1. The closest thing I can think of to a flaw is that, judging by her miniscule role in the second/final season of POP, no writer thought they could use her again without the plot being redundant or her getting annoying to viewers.

Any thoughts on nuances I missed?

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FEVER-DREAM    ;    echo/reader 

summary: echo is fine-tuning his new prosthesis. you have experience, you help. unspoken feelings are acted on. adoration blooms. you learn what mesh’la means.

word count: 3k

pairing: echo / f!reader

tags: mutual pining, lots of tender looks, victorian-era hand-touching sluttiness, echo is a gentle soul, reader is head over heels, a touch of ptsd mention, set on ord mantell, mention of our boy fives, in this house we love assistive devices, enough sexual tension to power the death star

a/n: this is me round-house kicking the bad batch writers in the throat because they made echo cosplay a droid — but, also because this man deserves to be treated as more than a means to a mission’s end. majority of you know i am ~bitter~ (understatement of the century) of tbb’s plot/design/writing. but echo has been a favorite from the original days... so have some very soft fic.

i reference character redesigns by @nibeul​ in this piece — please go peep them here, and some updated character spreads here! they’re really beautiful and add a phenomenal layer of storytelling to the existing designs that’s lacking. nibuel’s art and writing is lovely. please give them a follow — i can’t rec their work enough. 

“How does it feel?”

The words are nearly whispered; it’s clear you didn’t want to startle him, and Echo can feel the pinch in his brow soften at your sudden appearence in the doorway. 

His bunk, at the back of the Havoc Marauder, is small — the space itself even more so. There’s a makeshift partition, hooked together with spare parts and meant to offer a bit of privacy on the cramped vessel. Its slate grey color has faded, and the edges have become tattered in the cycles of use. 

When Echo pulls his dark eyes up from his work, you’re leaning against the frame — your expression is earnest.

For a moment, the once-ARC Trooper is quiet. 

He wonders if he’ll ever get used to your attention. Each and every time, it sends him into a spiral; his heart catches as he inhales and tries to push down the warm stir in his gut. The sight of you is enough, nowadays, to melt Echo’s well-maintained irritability. His attention is stolen from his ever-present pain, if only for a bit.

There are plenty of days where he misses the old him — the wide-eyed, eager ARC Trooper who had his brothers by his side. His real brothers. Hevy, Cutup, Droidbait... Fives. 

Fuckin’ hell, Fives was probably staring down at him now laughing. 

No matter what changes, you’re still shit with the ladies, vod’ika. 

In a way he hasn’t fully admitted to himself, you make him feel like himself again. Like... Like some shiny cadet, on leave and distracted by the promises of pretty smiles passing-by. It’s good.

This makes him feel... good. 

He flexes, and his right hand — the new, gunmetal durasteel cyberized-prosthesis — closes into a tight fist. It’s taken him a bit, but the feeling isn’t so foreign now. It’s still... slow. Slower than he’s used to, but you’d mentioned it may take some time. The phantom feelings get better, too. All in all, it’s a good thing.

Your own hand, your left, glimmers back in the same gunmetal color.

(Echo had never pressed you about the missing limb — not until one day, in Cid’s, you’d joined him in a quiet corner. You’d spilled your drink and a complaint about getting the star-cherry syrup out of the joints had slipped out. Echo had laughed; a real laugh, the sort that was so rare coming from him, it had you staring at him as if he’d hung ever star in the sky. 

Can I ask how it happened? he’d said, breaking the heavy silence when your eyes never left his.

The Pykes, you’d said, and that was enough.)

“I haven’t, uh... Haven’t gotten the sensory calibration right yet.”

Then, his prosthesis cramps. His fingers go rigid, and Echo curses sharply as he reaches around his forearm to quickly reboot the appendage. It goes slack, then hums alive once more.

You wince.

You’re slow to move into the room — and you settle atop one of the crates Echo had stolen from the belly of the ship, an old Mantell Mix shipping container. You’re mindful to set his datapad aside, to not disturb his space too much. Before you reach for his hand, however, you lift your chin and open your hands in your lap.

“May I?” you ask, just as soft as before.

Echo feels small under your gaze.

Truth be told, you’re doing more than just... asking. You’re taking him in — appreciating him. It’s a habit that’s grown more and more apparent to not only himself, but the others.

In recent rotations, Echo has let his hair grow out — not long, but the once close buzz he’d kept has begun to curl at the top. Not entirely dissimilair to how it was before the Citadel. The dermal implants, the ones the Techno Union installed in order to parse the nuerological data in his head, stand out against his warm-colored skin. 

His usual AJ^6-inspired headpiece is resting on his bunk.

That damn thing.

A neccesary tool. One that, given the amount of user data Tech had procured when working on modifying the implant, Echo found himself immediately distrusting. It wasn’t as if the AJ^6 cyborg construct had a beautiful track record, and frankly, Echo would like to keep his personality in tact, thank you very much. There were plenty of days he felt machine enough. 

It wasn’t often you saw him without the headset; you knew it made linking in via his scomp easier to handle, it made the visualization of data transfers as easy as breathing. For Echo, it was a part of his vast kit, an important tool. For you, seeing him without it bubbles up a bit of a smile.

Echo catches it.

His eyes narrow playfully.

He looks... well. You — hell, are there words for it? For the way the sight of him makes you feel? It’s like there’s a world full of potential there, a thousand words unsaid, and feelings that have steeped in the warmth of longing gazes and half-there touches.

You’re still looking up at him, knees bent on the crate.

You blink, realizing you’ve been caught staring — not for the first time and certainly not for the last. In the beginning, it had left a sour taste in Echo’s mouth. But, now... Well, it stokes a sort of pride in his chest that he hangs onto. 

It never gets easier to recover from — certainly not when Echo smirks. He moves to allow you to take his prosthesis into your lap. The gesture is gentle; your fingers cradle the firm yet pliable metal.

“What?” he asks. His voice, low and rough and warm, is tinted with amusement.

“Nothing,” you say vaguely with a shrug — as if that’s supposed to explain any part of your enamored stare. Your attention moves to the prosthesis.

“Nothing?” he asks, moving to thumb his left ear with his free hand with a dash of nervousness. A habit. Echo tilts his head as his fingers brush the cochlear implant there. The panel rests neatly against the side of his head, a small rounded-off square. The bite of self-consciousness has dwindled around you — but still, it creeps back up every now and again.

The Corporal’s brows knot playfully as you turn his new hand over in your lap; you’re admiring the upgraded feel, the more seamless panelling in comparison to your own. Echo watches your lashes flutter in silent thought.

Then:

“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

You blink slowly at the hand, swallow down your sudden sheepishness and ignore his gaze. You bite back the smile digging into your cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks suddenly, and you look up.

A baited trick. He’s smiling. 

The warm sort — the sort reserved for you and for Omega. The two souls that hold a piece of his heart, with all its ticking valves and electric timed pulses. There are machinisms that keep him alive, and then there is you. Your wide-eyed expression melts, giving way to the sort of smile he’s tried to memorize over and over. It’s the same smile that has warded off that reoccuring nightmare of the night on the tarmac at the Citadel, the same smile that has pulled him through the grit of phantom pains.

“What—” a sudden laugh bursts from your chest, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You were staring, mesh’la,” he rumbles out as a reminder, enjoying the fact he’s suddenly become the center of your attention. Echo leans back, his boot toeing yours. You nudge it back. Your face feels hot. You ignore his pointedly teasing look with a roll of your eyes.

The nickname started a few weeks ago. You haven’t asked what it means — no, for now it’s meaning hangs in the balance. Untouched but there. The affection the word carries makes your heart feel heavier and unbelievably full.

“Bad habit,” you chirp back, looking up at him through your lashes.

His laugh is warm.

“Maybe not.”

“No,” you say quietly; your voice is soft as your eyes bounce across his face, tracing the lines of his face with your gaze, “I don’t think it is.”

There’s a silence that slips between you — a comfortable one. It’s heavier than before. That has begun to happen recently, especially with the petal-soft utterance of mesh’la becoming more and more frequent. You hold his gaze. Echo lets out a soft, contented sigh.

Then, you remember the task at hand.

You clear your throat.

“Uh... The access panel I’m looking for,” you say slowly as your raise your finger to point to your own arm, “It’s on your bicep.”

Echo blinks. He clears his own throat before looking down — he hadn’t even noticed that access panel. That could explain the jarring miscommunication stalling the limb. This model had more bells and whistles than he initally realized. 

Better than a fuckin’ scomp link, that’s for sure.

Wordlessly, Echo makes room on his bunk. You move to settle beside him, your bent leg resting aginst his hip as you half-straddle the bed; your other knee brushes his thigh — and Echo tries to sit still. You’re close, now. 

“Is it okay if...?” you trail off, fingers tugging on the short sleeve of his blacks; you pause until Echo offers a curt nod. You catch him swallow. You push onward, fingers nimbly rolling the fabric up over his broad bicep. 

Echo steals a glance your way as your fingers pass across a slip of his bare skin. 

In his lap, both his hands twitch.

He’s no small man. Lean and athletic, Echo is built like a soldier. Omega had said once that Echo was an ARC Trooper, one of the best of the best. You believed every bit of it, and you’d hung on her words when she’d rambled on about ARC training, about Kamino, and about who Echo was before you knew him. It was all in the past, though. That Echo is a part of this Echo but... They’re different men. He’s been changed by the things that have happened.

You don’t press him on the details. 

In time, they’re slipped into conversation here and there — between the here and now.  

In the beginning, when you’d found yourself amongst the crew of the Havoc Marauder — be it for a simple job on Cid’s behalf — Echo had hardly paid you a moment of attention, though you admit you’d been curious from the start. It had taken three jobs for you to finally see his face. Then began the slow and gradual bonding over catching joints, grating plates, and hardware updates. His legs, your arm. Two pieces of a pair.

Now, he has this. A beautiful new upgrade — something he’s wanted for a long time. A part of his old self is back, in a way.

You liked that it was more than just a tool. That, in having this piece of his body back, he felt like more than a tool. More than a scomp link. 

After all, he is a man — a... a very handsome man. One whose proximity is sort of distracting you, again, from the task at hand.

“The panel here,” you say as you slowly press on the seam that enables the settings panel to be revealed; you’re mindful to explain, “It controls sensory outputs, as well as synchonized synaptic commands. The panel on my forearm does the same to my hand, yours is just... well, you’ve got the new and improve version.”

Echo ducks his head as you work, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Feeling a bit jealous, mesh’la?”

“Maybe,” you breathe out with a smile. 

Then, you lift your eyes. You intended to see that he was still comfortable, but instead you come face to face with the Corporal. His nose nearly brushes yours when you lift you chin, completely dragged in by the closeness shared.

There’s a beat of tension. Echo’s mouth goes dry.

You fingers pause. You swallow hard. “How... uh, how does it feel?”

Echo tightens his grip, then releases. His breath tickles your cheeks. His eyes, a deep, warm brown, flit from your eyes to your mouth, and then back. His voice is a croak. 

“...Same as before.”

You tinker with a dial, eyes never leaving his; your voice is above a whisper. “And now?”

It’s immediate. Like a rush of cold air up his arm — and on instinct, Echo’s hand twitches. His fingers grip the fabric of his blacks, along his thigh, and... he feels it. The smooth, stretch of the material. It’s... it feels like a lot. His fingertips, metallic and cyberized, tingle. It’s distracting.

He can feel. 

His hand is slow. It moves across to bridge the space between you. His pointer finger settles on the curve of your knee; the feeling of your tactical pants beneath his fingertip is ignored, instead he chases the heat of your body.

Your breath catches at the touch. 

Echo’s face is turned to you, but... his attention has settled on his hand. His palm then sweeps across your thigh. He follows the curve, soaks in the feeling. You’re frozen in place, beating back the desperate sound of appreciation that threatens to be pulled from your throat. The touch is... more than welcomed. 

The closeness itself is making you dizzy.

Then, Echo turns — and the warm, durasteel-plated palm finds your cheek.

Your skin is hot. 

“Is this okay, mesh’la?” he whispers, words riding on a quiet exhale — the sort that make you feel... well, you don’t even have words for the way he makes you feel. Echo is... kind, honest, and loyal. Above all else, he’s gentle. Despite it all, despite every bit of horror he’d been put through, he’d never lost sight of the importance of a gentle hand. Especially now in a moment as intimate as this. It coaxes you closer.

You lean into the cybernetic attachment, cheek resting in his palm. You nod, then, with eyes eager to take in every bit of this moment.

He chuckles at the enthusiasm. Echo’s thumb, deft and smooth, then traces the line of your lower lip.

The feeling is... the gnawing pain that he’s felt for nearly a year has melted. Finally, the itch has been scratched in his brain and the hollow ache of his bones is gone. It’s relief, and comfort, and excitement and all these beautiful things — and you. 

You’re stuck — you don’t want to move, you won’t move. He’s rooted you completely, and when his other hand — the calloused and warm one of flesh and blood — finds it’s spot along your thigh, you swallow a lovesick sigh that would only exaserbate your desperation. 

Your mouth is moving before you realize it. 

“What does it mean?”

Echo’s eyes narrow, only a bit, and he runs his thumb up your cheekbone.

“What does what mean?” 

“Mesh’la,” it sounds foreign on your tongue. It’s not Hutteese or Twi’leki, not like any language you know, “Will you tell me what it means, Echo?”

The corner of his lips quirk. Your eyes jump to it.

You feel like someone’s reached right into your chest and given your heart a squeeze — and it only worsens when he laughs. He laughs, deep and quiet and warm, like a thunderstorm on a summer night. It feels cruel, to string you along like this when you’re here, lips parted, hanging off his every touch and his every word.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly as his other hand touches your jaw — it’s so damn reverent, this little moment in time, that you almost don’t believe it’s real.

It feels like a dream — like someone has come in and stolen your thoughts from you; like the unrequited yearning has finally stoked a fire large enough to burn you up entirely, a fever you never knew you wanted.

His nose brushes yours.

Your fingers wind into the fabric of his chest. You’re clinging, lost to the moment — and you can’t help wonder if this is how it feels when he catches you adoring him. He’s admiring you so tenderly that you nearly break.

You want to kiss him.

He’s thought about nothing but kissing you for the last five days at least. Longer in his dreams. Nowadays, it’s a constant pull, a constant want.

And now, it’s here — a present and current moment where it can happen. Where he can stop being a shiny cadet and he can make a move...

Enter Omega.

“Echo, we’re back—!”

The telltale hammer of a girl’s boots on the floor signals that the party is back from their supply run — but you’re so far off, spinning in a different universe, you don’t even hear her until its too late... Until Echo is yanking himself away and clearing his throat and rolling his wrist to test the prosthesis in a different way, a less intimate way. 

You blink, then rattle yourself back to the present. Omega is in the doorway staring with a quizzical look. Clearly, your state does little to dissuade the assumptions she’s already making and you can see the gears turning in her head. The dark-haired girl then slowly grins.

“Hi.”

You swallow. “Hi, Omega.”

“...Whatcha guys doin’?”

Echo coughs. “Uh, just fine-tuning the new upgrade.”

“...Riiiiiight.” 

You rub your cheeks and laugh — clearly forced and incredibly pained — as you stand up and nearly ram your head right into the top of Echo’s bunk. It’s met with a hiss of warning from the trooper as he jumps up to try and protect you from the impact. 

“Well! Uh, thanks for letting me help, Echo,” you clap, rocking back and forth on your boots, “I, uh... Oh, Cid called. I should... I should get back—”

“Yea,” he says, straining a bit to find the words, “Yea, I’ll... I’ll comm you if it starts to, uh... If it starts to act up?”

Omega watches the exchange, big brown eyes moving from left to right. 

“Good, great — yea, that’s,” you inhale as you rub your thighs and move towards the door, “Perfect. Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Bye!” Omega calls, waving.

You wave back, smiling. “Bye, Omega.”

Then, once it’s only Echo and Omega in the bunk, the tween speaks.

“...What the kriff was that?”

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[space-helen]

Favourite Patient

Words: 858

Pairing: Doctor McCoy x Reader

A/N: I haven’t written Bones in such a long time... It’s really made me want to re-watch the reboots

Request: Alrighty if requests are about to close, how about a bones x reader where she’s got the flu but has medical anxiety and doesn’t want him to know or help but of course he’s HIM and insists…? Lol - @evangeliamerryll​

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As soon as you woke up you knew what was happening. You had a high temperature, head hurt, sore throat and cough and a slight runny nose.

You hadn’t suffered from the flu in years, no one really did anymore. But sometimes it would creep back up. Especially if you’d been on an away mission on a planet which still had the virus.

You grumbled to yourself and quickly submitted your request for a day off before grabbing some food and rolling back into bed. The notification to confirm day off approval came through and you smiled before trying to force yourself to sleep it off.

It’d been two days and you were still submitting your day off requests. Anyone else would have gone to medbay to get treated and it would have been over by now but you just couldn’t. Your medical anxiety prevented you from doing that. 

Yes, you trusted Doctor McCoy but you couldn’t shake the fear. He was your best friend and he’d tried to treat you for things before and yeah, he was used to you refusing to go to the Medbay but he hated it every time and always tried to persuade you in some way but always resulted in just treating you in your quarters.

In hindsight, you should have contacted him to let him know you were sick on the first day but it’d gone too far now and he was outside of your door.

“Y/N come on we’ve been through this Darlin’ if you’re sick you should just let me know.” he gently walked past you into your quarters and put his kit down.

“Who told you?”

“I noticed you were missing from the bridge and Jim said you’d been requesting time off. If you were going away I’d know about it because you would have told me.” he shrugged as he opened the kit up. “Alright, what is it this time?” He looked you up and down “Let me guess. Flu?”

You nodded “Yeah.”

“I knew it.” he threw his hands up and then brought them back to his kit while he selected the correct equipment “and of course it had to be you that got sick out of everyone on that mission.” 

He approached you slowly with the hypospray and gestured to it “May I? It’ll just be a very quick pinch.”

You shook your head “It’ll pass on its own.”

“Y/N, please. Let’s not go through this again.”

“Leonard you know how much I hate-”

“I do.” he admitted “But you’ve got to let me help you. I can’t stand seeing you suffering.”

You sniffed and realised how hot the room was becoming, you wished the fever would break. “People used to live through it so why can’t I? I’m keeping it contained here after all.”

“That’s not the point. Although I appreciate you not spreading it I thought we’d come to an agreement about having any treatment up here.”

You looked down at the floor “I know. I’m sorry.”

He stepped closer and gently put his finger under your chin to bring your eyes to his “Please just let me do this. You’ll be all fixed by tonight then.”

You nodded and the man smiled slightly “Thank you.”

You exposed your neck to the man so he could use the hypospray. He was done before you could even register what was happening. You mumbled a thanks and traipsed your way back to bed as the man packed up.

“Do you want anything Darlin’?” he called before coming to your bedroom doorway.

“No I think I’m ok.” your voice rasped.

“Now you’re going to get sleepy and hopefully by the time you wake up you’ll be ok. You may have a little bit of a residual headache leftover until tomorrow morning but keep up the fluids and you should be ok.” 

You nodded “Thank you, Len.”

“No problem it’s what I do.” he gave you a soft smile. “And if you’re better by tonight maybe we can still catch that movie?”

“You still want to watch a movie with me even though I didn’t let you know I was sick and hid away for days and repeatedly refuse to be treated in Medbay?”

“Yeah.” he said monotonously. “I do. After all, you are my favourite patient.” he gave you a wink and turned away.

“Oh really? I thought Jim was.”

You heard his laugh bellow from the other room “Oh yeah. You are Jim are quite the pair of patients. One of you has more of a reason to not come to the Medbay than the other though.” He returned to the doorway with his kit and leant on the frame “Don’t tell him that it’s not him though.”

You laughed “Or what? He’ll get grumpy?”

“Exactly.” he gave you a smile “Alright, I’ll leave you to sleep but I’ll catch you later and please, let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.” you smiled

The man gave you one last smile before winking and turning away “C’ya later.” he called behind him

“Thank you!” you shouted as you curled up in bed.

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[addictedtostorytelling]

It’s the handholding that did me. The fact that they are just so comfortable with each other. This would probably feel normal for any other couple but these two went through so much and had to hide their feelings for so long. He always liked to hold her hand and now that he can do it out in the open he will most likely use every opportunity to do so. God I love these two so much. And to quote Sara: I never thought I’d see this day coming :)

hi, anon!

having spent the better part of the last two days staring in awe at the trailer and giffing all the gsr bits over and over again, i have to say i am so deeply impressed by billy and jorja's body language.

they've always both been superb physical actors—hence why so much of gsr comes down to little looks and surreptitious touches and barely perceptible changes in bearing—but what they've done with this pda is really remarkable, even by their usually high standards.

not only have they, as @bartramcat discussed in a great meta from yesterday, taken this old thing and "made it new," but they've also then created the illusion that that new thing is actually old—that it has some sense of precedent.

even as longtime csi viewers and gsr shippers, we've never gotten to see this kind of open pda from grissom and sara before.

if we count the events of "immortality," in fifteen seasons plus a made-for-tv movie, we got a grand total of six handholds, three face strokes, three arm-in-arm walks, a handful of various secret caresses, two hugs, one in-bed cuddle session, and two and a half damn kisses.

but, hey, who's counting?

so, to us, all this "walk into the lab holding hands, embrace in the hall, play footsie with our kit in front of our new boss" stuff is new; it's not something we've actually seen before, and especially not in such high concentrations.

it's also new to billy and jorja as actors, who've never had the chance to play grissom and sara this way before—not when the majority of their on-screen relationship was either a secret or long-distance; not when the csi production team had such strangely victorian sensibilities even at times when they could have potentially allowed us to glimpse somewhat "more."

but here's the thing:

watching it, it feels old.

grissom and sara walk into the lab hand in hand, and even though we've never seen them do that before—much less, as @fixomnia-scribble so astutely pointed out in the notes of this gifset, seen them do that under non-angsty circumstances—it feels like something we have seen a thousand times previously; like something they've been doing forever.

and of course they have.

that's the genius of billy and jorja: that they've taken this thing that, outside of the universe of the show is very novel, and somehow made it seem timeworn within the universe of the show.

grissom and sara probably first held hands in 1998 and have been doing so on and off for twenty-three years now, and it shows!

there is a practiced element to their motion, a sureness to their fit. they look exactly the way an old, married couple (who happens to still be madly in love) should look holding hands; there's a familiarity there, a naturalness, a sense of met expectation.

they just go together.

and it's not only there in the handholding.

that hug!

the fact that they hug each other the same way every time: in episode 09x01 "for warrick," in "immortality," and now here in the reboot.

that sara's hand always roams over grissom's neck and that grissom always holds sara so tightly—there's characterization written into that touch.

sara, who has never had anyone really show up for her before grissom, has to feel as much of him as possible—to prove to herself that he's there and that he's real; to connect with him as much as she can. she also, knowing him and how much just being with her soothes him, does it for his sake, to help him calm and gentle; to remind him that he's got her, always; to write comfort across his skin.

meanwhile, grissom just envelopes her, gathering her as close and as tight as possible, clinging to her like his life depends on it—because, he considers, it does. he also makes himself a rock for her, stable, strong, and constant, which is what she's always needed him to be.

that's the core of their relationship, right there.

the way they hold each other says so much about them.

i'm really just in awe that we're gonna get to see stuff like this all the time in the new series—maybe not a handhold or a hug or a kiss in every episode, but just this degree of openness; just our otp actually being together and united and married.

in the six years since "immortality," they've had so much time to fall back into these wonderful old habits—the ones they undoubtedly had the first time around, too, but which we didn't get to see for various reasons.

now they have no reason to hide or to pretend they're anything but what they are, which is two people who've been in love for over twenty years and who have an entire lexicon of touch written between them.

i can't wait to see what billy and jorja do with this assignment.

i also can't wait for that kiss tally to finally go up.

thanks for the message, anon! please feel welcome to send another any time.

#answered #anon #asks: csi #csi vegas #meta: vegas #otp: gsr #let's talk shop #csiverse

[shattered-mirror-fanfic]

This isn’t even my final form! *laughs in angst*

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32206135/chapters/83214115

Chapter below cut for non-Ao3 readers: 

“It’s not that bad…” Reginald said softly, gripping his right arm to cover up the fresh cut. Right frowned more before sighing. 

“It is, ya have to put an end to this before he aims to kill ya!” Right practically shouted. He grabbed a bandage wrap and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the medkit. "Now give me your arm." 

"Righty, I'm fine, this isn't the worst pain I've felt, you know that." The brunette extended his cut arm to his friend. Right poured some of the rubbing alcohol on a rag, then ran it against the fresh wound. Reginald let out a quiet hiss at the stinging and gripped his right arm with his left. 

"Y'know, kind of tempted to teach ya self defense since this keeps happenin'" The Aussie chuckled as he set down the rag and started to wrap the bandage around the disinfected cut. 

"I know self defense! You were there!" Reginald said, defending himself. 

"Sure, then how come you got this cut in the first place?" Right teased. Reginald puffed his cheeks and shoved the ginger with about the force of a teddy bear. "Okay kitten, I got your point now." 

Right laughed a bit while Reginald sat there, cheeks puffed and red and crossing his arms. "Y'know Reg, you're cute when you're mad." With this comment Reginald turned bright red and shot his hands up to cover his face. Right laughed more and closed the kit, standing up to set it on the wooden desk next to the bed. Reginald grabbed his gloves from beside him and put them back on, avoiding any and all eye contact with his companion. “Reg, y’know that just because I gave you a compliment that doesn’t mean ya get to hide from me now.” Right said, calming his tone. He sat back on the bed next to the brunette, placing a hand on the other's back and rubbing it thoughtfully. Reginald nodded and smiled, before yawning and stretching his arms. “Actually I really want to tell you that-”

“Oh goodness! It’s so late, I hadn’t realised! I’m so sorry Right but you’re going to have to hold that thought! I have some more paperwork to do before tomorrow and it’s already 10:30, oh dear.” Reginald interrupted, letting his anxiety build up the more he rambled on. 

“No, no, it’s fine, it wasn’t that important anyways. I’ll just head off and leave you to work then.” Right responded with a bit of despair in his voice. He got up and walked over to Reginald’s bedroom door, turning back to look at his friend. “Don’t burn yourself out again.”

~~~

Right regretted that day so much. It had been 14 years and he could never let that day go, and now all that regret he felt came right back at him, much harder than ever. The one thing he regretted about that day was not being able to say what he wanted to. But he couldn’t focus on that right now, right now, he had to panic over the fact that a stupid fucking flower tried to kill Reginald for the second time. 

He had collapsed on the ground grabbing the broken soul from the glass shards and holding it close to his chest. 

“Oh lord! I am so sorry! Shit, shit, shit, I’ll think of something.” Flowey spoke in a panic. He flipped through the book, trying to find an alternative to save the soul. Right just sat there paralyzed with despair. Tears started forming at the corners of his cyan eyes. He couldn’t say a single word, he knew Reginald would fade soon, there was nothing he could say. 

Flowey continued looking through the book when he spotted something he didn’t recognise. 

“Hey big guy, do you know what a soul bond is? It says here it’s the two human equivalent of monsters absorbing human souls.” The flower asked. Right had only a vague idea of soul bonds from hearing Henry talking to himself about them. But, there was one thing he knew for sure, it would be Reginald’s last resort.

“Tell me what to do.” Flowey glanced over the pages before clearing his throat.

“Ok, apparently this is going to be easier if you’re a DETERMINATION soul. What you need to do is channel your DETERMINATION to his soul, get the soul rebooted with that, then you’re going to try and get his soul bound to you in some way, it’s not very descriptive at this part.” He instructed. Right didn’t fully understand, but he knew he would still have to try his best. 

Cradling his best friend’s soul in his hands, he focused on it, he felt as though he would be able to fix it. He didn’t pay attention to anything else, not even to his own soul that had been drawn out. He needed to fix Reginald. He was DETERMINED.

Right felt his soul grow heavier and saw out of the corner of his sight, it glowing brighter. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, then he was hit with a wave of pain that made him feel like his skin was being torn off. 

“Oi flower boy! Get the doc!” The man shouted as he bent over more in pain. Flowey managed to tilt his pot enough to fall over, he pulled himself out of the pot with the table ledge as a stable support then proceeding to fall onto the ground before sinking in. 

The Right Hand Man gripped his chest with his left hand, still using his right to hold his chief’s soul. His own soul was glowing bright, blindingly so. Right had to close his eyes from how bright his soul got.

“Reg! You have to work with me here! I need you to be strong right now! Please! I…” He paused, letting more tears fall down his face. “I love you!” 

 And then…

He opened his eyes again, the bright glow stopped, the shards that had chipped off of Reginald’s soul stayed in place. A stream of red DETERMINATION flowed from Right’s soul to the other, filling the break like it was glue. The shards reversed, attaching themselves to the soul once more. 

He was fixed.

~~~

Flowey re-emerged from the ground in a panic, looking around for anyone, to only see Frisk, the white-haired human, and their once sibling. He sighed and burrowed down again to get closer. 

“Listen Frisk I’m just saying…..what are you doing here?” Chara started before addressing the appearance of the flower. Flowey couldn’t choke this time, he knew what he had to do.

“Where’s the doctor?!” He shouted. The two humans and the ghost were a bit startled at this.

“Why? Is something wrong?” Henry asked. 

“Um...god, what was his name again? Why can’t I remember it?! I only remember how stupid it was!” Flowey panicked to himself. Henry immediately knew what was going on.

“Right Hand Man! Is he in danger?!” Flowey nodded in response.

“He’s in the medical tent! And the souls in trouble too!” With the mention of something having gone wrong with Reginald’s soul, Henry shot up. 

“I’ll go get the doctor, you kids stay here!” He explained, focusing attention to Frisk and Chara. He ran off in the direction of where everyone else was, leaving Flowey, Frisk and Chara alone.

“So, um, how are you doing Flowey?” Frisk asked nervously. Chara glared at the Flower.

“It was your fault wasn’t it? That’s all you do.” They said. 

“No, I was just helping.” Flowey argued. 

“And you helped the underground by stealing all of our souls?”

“Chara! He did manage to break the barrier, cut him some slack.” Frisk stated. “Plus, he’s really trying to make amends.”

“your friend is right, y'know kiddo, that flower’s done some awful stuff.” Frisk turned around to see the voice coming from Sans.

“Hello smiley trashbag, when’d you get here?” Flowey asked.

“just now, thought i should poppy in.” He laughed. Flowey rolled his eyes. “anywho, i came here to inform you kiddo that your new friends seem, not so great.”

“What do you mean Sans? They’re really nice.” Frisk asked.

“niceness can only get a soul so far, especially for level 13 soul.” Frisk was shocked at this comment. “judging by your expression, you never even CHECKED them, kid, that’s like asking for a fight. i only got to check henry as he was searching for alph, so who knows about the others.”

“Sans, you’re being paranoid! If they haven't hurt us yet then, then won’t hurt us soon.” Sans sighed at what Frisk said.

“just be careful kid. You should not trust people who came from another world.” His tone had shifted from his usual one, to a serious tone. “anyways, i’m off to check in on pap.” 

Before Frisk could even speak again, he was gone.

~~~

Alphys had been in one of the tents nearest to the medical tent, talking with Undyne about some anime they hoped to watch since on the surface, it’d be much easier to access new anime. As they were discussing, Henry ran in, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Woah there punk! What’s got you all riled up?” The tall fish lady asked. 

“Emergency...in the medical tent...danger!” Henry spoke between pants. Alphys jumped in surprise. The three of them rushed to the medical tent, throwing open the fabric entrance to see Right Hand Man trying to get up off the floor using the nearby chair as support.

“Oh my goodness! A-are you ok?!” The doctor asked in a panic, rushing over to help them man up.

“M’fine, jus’ a little after shock. Nothin’ I ‘aven’t ‘andled before.” Right answered in his usual thick accent while rubbing the left side of his head.

“Then why’d...your eye!” Henry started before cutting himself off as he noticed that Right’s left eye had gone from it’s normal turquoise color to a light blue shade, with even the red ring around the iris having changed to a teal color. Alphys looked up at the aussie before noticing the same change. 

“I-It’s true! Whatever you did must’ve changed your soul!” She explained, pressing a hand against Right’s chest and retracting it to let his soul be drawn out. 

His normal soul did pop out, but it had faint teal orbits circulating it. Along with his soul, a familiar light blue one also appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, it’s break had been sealed with solid DETERMINATION and even had more pumping through newly visible veins.

“Is that?! No it can’t be...unless…” The other human started before trailing off into his thoughts. Then he noticed the discarded leather book on the table, opened to the page with a familiar process. “You binded your soul with the chief’s, didn’t you?” Right looked away for a moment while raising a hand to the teal soul and stroking it lovingly. 

The soul glowed brighter.

“It was the only option, Reg’s jar got knocked over and it broke, he was goin’ to fade if ah didn’t do something.” He looked back. “Granted, the flower didn’t give me warnin’ that the process would hurt like a stab to the chest.”

“Yeah, the pain of the other’s death is reflected onto the bonder.” Henry receipted. The other three in the tent just stared at him. Even the way Reginald’s soul was facing and glowing felt like judgement. “Hey, I just read it somewhere.” 

“Well now what?” Undyne asked in a monotone way. 

“Now, we let Reginald soak up enough determination from Right’s soul until he’s ready to show himself, then he’s got to get used to being a ghost for a bit and if he understands what to do, he’ll fix himself.” Henry answered. He left the tent after finishing his sentence, wandering into the woods for a bit. 

“Well he was helpful, I mean, he didn’t even explain half the things I would have to do!” Spoke a disembodied voice in a British accent. Right looked around for a moment, Reg wasn’t there.

“Course not Righty, I’m dead remember? But now since you binded our souls, you can hear me! And I can hear you!”

Right was losing his mind wasn’t he? Maybe he needed more sleep? Well, if you can hear me, then did you hear what I said to bind our souls? Also, what can you see since you can only hear me? He thought.

“Nope! Didn’t hear a thing until your DETERMINATION powered me! And, well, I don’t know where I am, it’s just pitch black and I’m all tangled up in something, not sure what it is, I think that since it’s coming from my wound, it’s blood. Y’know it’s so nice to talk to you, I missed you a lot, I’m actually glad you were the last thing I saw before I ended up in this hellhole.”

Right laughed internally, tied up in your own blood? Yikes. He smiled, now knowing that his darling friend was at least somewhat happy.

~~~

“Hey Heny~ what’s wrong? Missed me?”

“God no, it’s just that...now Right Hand Man is caught up in this whole soul bond business. I don’t want him to know that you exist.” Henry responded, leaning against a tree.

“Well I know what can help that doesn't involve killing all your friends~” Player cheerfully said while reaching into their cloak pocket, only to pull out a-

#shattered mirror #undertale #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #toppat recruits #cliffhanger #CrossOver #fanfic #fanfiction #post-pacifist ending

[mulletpeters]

toothache of the mind

ship: peterpatter

rating: g

word count: 1938

tags: canon compliant, pre-canon, high school, 1990s, best friends, feelings realization, pining

Reggie gets braces for his sweet sixteen.

He doesn’t tell anyone―not even his best friends in the whole wide world. So when he walks into homeroom the Tuesday after his birthday, Luke nearly topples out of his chair at the sight of the metal wrapped around Reggie’s adorable little snaggletooth. Alex may or may not be hyperventilating, but Luke wouldn’t know. He’s distracted.

Reggie, for his part, is acting like Luke’s world hasn’t just been tilted on its axis in a dangerous way. “Hey, guys,” he says nonchalantly. “Sup?”

Alex recovers much quicker than Luke, though there’s still a glint of concern in his eyes. They both know how self-conscious Reggie can be, especially about his smile, so he treads carefully. “Hey, Reginald. Do anything fun for your birthday?”

They had their own party on Friday after school―Luke gave Reggie a new studded strap for his bass because the one he’d found in Bobby’s garage had started to look pretty sad―but Reggie’s parents are the type to force family time onto him any chance they get. Luke has a sneaking suspicion they only do it so they can use Reggie against each other in whatever asinine argument comes up that day, but it’s not like he can really do anything about it. None of them can, so Reggie is unfortunately left to his own devices when it comes to compulsory dysfunctional family celebrations. “Not really,” he says in lieu of giving any actual details; he’ll tell them eventually, but a crowded classroom is not ideal for dishing out his personal drama. “Got braces.” He shrugs, like his mom hasn’t made him feel like shit about his less than perfect teeth for most of his childhood. Definitely since Luke’s known him, anyway, and they’ve been friends since they were ten.

“Oh, did you?” Alex asks, and it sounds borderline sarcastic but he holds back most of his usual bite. “Let’s see ‘em, then.” He holds an arm out in a grand gesture like he’s giving Reggie the floor, and Reggie flashes the most hesitant smile Luke’s ever seen on him.

Luke swears his heart stops, but Alex is once again carrying the conversation so he does his best to tune in. “Oh, nice,” Alex says, approving of the red brackets stuck to the front of Reggie’s teeth with a slight nod.

Reggie returns the gesture, and he looks considerably more relaxed now that he knows his friends won’t shun him for something this mundane. “Thanks,” he tells Alex before turning to face Luke, and he looks a little apprehensive, like maybe Luke should get his brain to reboot so he can offer some reassuring words instead of just staring like a total weirdo.

Luke wants to say something about how red looks good on him, or how it’s cool that it’ll match his favourite flannel, or maybe he’d settle for even just a supportive thumbs up. What actually comes out of his mouth is, “How long do you have to wear them?”

Reggie gives him a funny look, head tilted and brow furrowed. “Only like, a year,” he answers anyway, and Luke wants to scream.

Thankfully, the teacher chooses that moment to draw their attention to the front of the room, and Reggie turns around in his seat so Luke can only see the back of his head. Luke sighs in relief, sinking further into his chair till his limbs are sprawled out into the aisle, accepting his defeat. It’s gonna be a long year.

-

Luke decidedly does not address the issue after that day. The issue being that weird fluttery feeling he gets in his chest every time Reggie smiles at him, or laughs, or talks, or breathes. Basically any time he sees the glint of metal in Reggie’s mouth, really.

It’s not like this is a new development, exactly; Luke has always had a bit of a soft spot for Reggie, a little bit of weakness. In the six years they’ve known each other, he can’t recall a time that Reggie just existing didn’t make his brain static out. The braces just made him recognize what’s always been true, even if he still doesn’t know how to make sense of it.

Normally he’d talk to his best friends about whatever’s on his mind, but he can’t very well articulate a dilemma he can’t comprehend to begin with. Plus, he doubts Alex would be any help, considering he’s got his own set of issues to work through, and he’d rather die than bring it up with Reggie himself. And as for Bobby, well. Bobby’s got the emotional depth of a puddle. So, naturally, he does the only logical thing there is to do: he writes.

He figures if Reggie’s smile is stuck in his head like a song, he might as well make it one. It’s what he’s good at, and it gives him a false sense of separation from the issue that grants a certain clarity he can’t get any other way. He jots down pages and pages of lyrics, curled up in his bed late one night, fingers itching for his guitar even though he knows his mom would kill him if she caught him playing at 1am again. So he just sits cross-legged on his comforter, hunched over his ratty old notebook, scrawling cliche lines about green eyes and freckles and an endearingly crooked canine.

It’s the sappiest thing he’s ever written. When he reads over it before school the next morning, he knows he’s well and truly fucked.

-

Reggie plops down into the dip in the center of the studio couch, inadvertently leaning onto Luke’s shoulder. “You working on a new song?” he asks, tilting his chin at the notebook on Luke’s lap like the question needs clarification.

Luke nods even as he scrambles to shut the book, shuffling loose papers to stuff them between the creased cover. “Uh,” he stammers, biting his lip. “Yeah, I am.”

Reggie just nods back, averting his eyes to look up at the loft when he realizes that Luke doesn’t want him to see the song. “Rad. What's it called?” He glances at Luke, offering a comforting smile that says Luke can tell him as much or as little as he wants.

And well, that's the thing. Luke hasn't given it a name yet―the song, or the bewildering cocktail of feelings that inspired it to begin with. So he looks up from his scratchy handwriting to Reggie’s lopsided grin and says the first thing his useless brain can come up with. “Crooked Teeth.”

“Oh.” Reggie’s smile slides right off his face and Luke realizes what he's done half a second too late. Reggie bites his lip self-consciously, fidgeting with the sleeves of the flannel tied around his waist as Luke scrambles to backtrack into less sensitive territory.

“It's about Bobby,” he blurts unwittingly. And technically speaking, it is a little bit about Bobby, mostly because it's a little bit about the whole band, seeing as they’re mentioned in one line of the second chorus. But Bobby’s not the point of the song, not by a long shot. Luke decides Reggie doesn't need to know that, though. Especially not when his face lights up at the revelation, conspiratorial eyebrow raised like Luke’s letting him in on some great secret.

“Oh, snap! Well, I won't tell him, but don't let him find those lyrics.” Reggie winks, and it's not like it’s an unfamiliar sight, but Luke’s heart stutters out of time all the same. He's just glad Reggie isn’t the type to ask to see a song before Luke’s ready to share it; Luke doubts he'll ever be ready to share this particular piece, but if he does show it to Reggie, it'll be his choice.

He laughs halfheartedly, more a forceful exhale than anything else, and lands a playful punch to Reggie’s bicep. “Sure, man.”

Reggie just smiles wider. It feels like a kick straight to Luke’s solar plexus.

-

“You told him it’s about Bobby?” Alex asks, but what Luke hears is, you’re an idiot. Luke looks down at his best friend―he used to consider Reggie his best friend too, but he thinks maybe Reggie is in a category all his own at this point―and frowns. “He got his braces off before we even met him.” Alex stands up, walking around his drum kit to pace the floor. “And you told Reggie it’s called Crooked Teeth before you said that? Dude, you know how insecure he is about―”

“Yeah, Al, I know,” Luke huffs, cutting him off. It’s not the title Luke would've consciously chosen, but it's weirdly fitting, in a sort of convoluted way. Like, maybe Reggie’s teeth weren’t the sole catalyst for this whole...whatever this is, but they definitely played a major part. Luke’s really gonna miss Reggie’s snaggletooth, okay? He resents Reggie’s parents for a lot of reasons, but forcing him to get braces instead of a real birthday present is pretty damn high on the list.

Alex, with all his anxiety-induced powers of perception, notices Luke’s internal struggle and momentarily stops wearing a hole in the floor. “You’re kinda wiggin’ out, man. Chill.” He holds his hands out in what’s meant to be a placating gesture, but the drumsticks in his fists sort of ruin the effect.

“You’re one to talk,” Luke mumbles, but he doesn’t mean it, and Alex knows that. He’s just confused, and stressed, and generally unsure what to do with his recent epiphany. “What should I do?” he asks louder, eyes pleading.

Alex goes back to nervously lapping the room, and Luke picks at a loose string on his guitar strap just to have something to do. “I dunno,” Alex says after what could very well be an eternity. “But I think you’d feel better if you told him.”

Luke’s eyes shoot up to meet Alex’s gaze, brow furrowing involuntarily. “You what?”

Alex walks over, planting his feet in front of Luke, clapping a hand on Luke’s shoulder that isn’t holding his guitar strap up. “You’re clearly upset about this, Lucas. Tell him.”

Luke is shaking his head before Alex has even finished his sentence. “Not happening.” He folds his arms like a petulant child, but it loses its effectiveness when his guitar gets in the way, a sad thump echoing through the room. “I wouldn’t know what to say, anyway.”

Alex cocks an eyebrow with a pointed look at the notebook sitting on top of Luke’s amp. “I think you already said it.”

Luke follows his line of sight, eyes landing on the folded corner of a piece of paper sticking out from all the others. He already knows what’s written on it―has the words memorized by now. They were written on his heart long before he put them to the page, anyway.

Bobby bursts into the studio then, Reggie in tow, and the moment is broken. They’re laughing about something Bobby said, and Reggie is as beautiful as ever as he throws his head back, and Luke thinks that maybe one day he’ll get the courage to tell him how he feels. He’ll ask Alex to work with him on the music to go with his lyrics, maybe even get Bobby to help with the melody. He’ll throw rocks at Reggie’s window and serenade him from his front lawn like they do in the movies, and his friends will back him up, and it’ll be perfect.

For now, he needs to focus on perfecting the songs they already have. They’ve got a show at the Orpheum next summer to prepare for.

#posted this a week ago but i finally got around to putting it here too lmao #i still don't know if i like the formatting but whatever #anyway! i'm writing willex next <3 #jatp #julie and the phantoms #peterpatter #luke #reggie #alex #mine #fic

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

CURSED: THIRTEEN

“I tried to scream”

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: jo finds out

Warnings: smut, violence (child abuse although technically victim is over 18)

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JO awoke the thunderous, pained grunts echoing below her. The sound made her instantly grimace, eyes clenched shut in order to try and block out the sound of her brother being beaten. Jo hated when Kai was beaten, it was one of the few things that she hated about her father; he could not control his temperamental anger.

The young witch turned over in her bed, facing the black white wall the stared back at her and letting a soft smile grace her lips at the small dent marking it. When they were nine, Kai and Jo had an argument about who had the best aim. In order to decide who was best, Kai suggested they both throw a ball at a target they put up on her wall and whoever hit it square on first won. When Kai lost he got so angry that he threw a nearby bottle into the wall, causing a small dent to form in the surface. But the smile quickly diminished when another one of her brothers grunts of pain reminded Jo of what ensued for him after their father found out the true cause of the damage.

Kai refused to scream or cry when Joshua hit him. Jo didn't know why, but she suspected it was a thing of pride. That if Kai didn't show how much it truly hurt, Joshua hadn't won. In his own twisted was the method seemed to work for Kai, as Jo had very rarely seen her twin break under Joshua's thumb.

The girl closed her eyes, pulling her covers over her head and stealing her breathing, sighing out a breath of relief when she realised the grunting had stopped. She slowly drifted back into sleep, but that didn't mean she got a break.

...

"Fuck, Kai, will you stop moaning and stay still." Mack wined, rolling her eyes about how Kai flinched away and groaned in pain every time she attempted to clean the bloody cuts criss-crossing over old scars across his beaten back

"That's not what you usually tell me." Kai smirked, turning his head to look over his shoulder and throw a wink at Mack, who merely scoffed. "And besides - do I see your father stood over you menacingly holding a belt every time you screw up? No. So shut it." Kai's tone remained light but Mack had learnt to read between the lines with him, quickly shutting up as she registered how much hurt this matter held for the teenager.

Mack silently wiped his cuts clean, quickly apologising with every sharp intake of breath that Kai took. After she'd finished cleaning the now-dried blood, she quickly applied a healing salve before she begun dressing his wounds - double check with Kai that the bandages were tight enough which he was quick to correct for her.

"All done." Mack smiled as she finished, popping the left over salve and bandages into the little first aid kit that was sat open on the bed and turned back to Kai, who was now sat facing her in his bed.

Kai had called Mack this afternoon, the second Joshua's car had been out of sight and broken into tears over the phone, when Mack had to stop him from hurting himself further as a punishment for caving into Joshua again. Jo had left the house too - taking their younger siblings to the babysitter's before heading off to do some errands.

Almost three hours later and here Kai and Mack were, sat face to face on his bed - an open medical kit shrew beside them as they stared deeply into each others eyes. Kai picked up Mack's hands in his, fiddling with the small ring on her finger as he stared down at it.

"Thank you." He mumbled, almost turning shy.

"I'm always here to help you, Kai. You don't need to thank me." Mack assured, leaning in to place a kiss to Kai's fore head. The boy looked up at this, a playful smirk gracing his lips.

"So you don't want me to thank you?" Kai asked, brow raised with implications of more than just a simple muttered 'thank you'. Mack smirked back, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

"Well, I didn't know there's be more to this thank you." She admitted and Kai's smirk grew even wider, if that was possible. He leaned in, lips giving over hers and eyes trained on them.

"Oh, did you think that was it? I thought by now you'd learnt that I know how to thank a lady like a gentleman." Kai whispered and Mack inhaled sharply, breathing laboured as she suddenly began to feel her cheeks get hot.

"You're no gentle man." She murmured and Kai breathed out a little laugh.

"And you're no lady." Was all he commented, lips crashing to hers in a bruising kiss that could only be described as lustful. The kiss was searing, making Mack's head spin as she desperately tried to keep up with Kai's eager pace. He licked over her bottom lip, begging for entrance which she was quick to grant before his tongue snaked its way into her mouth, wrestling her own for dominance.

Kai quickly won, tongue sliding over hers in languid strokes as a hand moved to grab her waist in a vice-like grip. His lips left hers, his teeth pulling back on her lower lips as he left before letting it ping back into place. Kai's lips descended on Mack's jaw, leaving wet kisses over her soft skin before venturing to her neck, kissing down the column of her neck and back up behind her ear. He nibbled her lobe gently, Mack's hands travelling up to hold Kai's head into her body as he started to suck a hickey into the sensitive flesh behind her left ear.

"Oh Kai." She moaned, Kai smirking against her lips.

"What the fuck." The sound of Jo's shocked voice made the two teenagers jump apart, trying to distance themselves as much as they could. "Mack?" Jo queried, astounded at the sight of her best friend - sat on her twin brothers bed, lips swollen, neck littered with hickeys and baggy shirt falling off her shoulder. Mack quickly wiped a hand over her lips, tugging her shirt back up as she stood up.

"Jo, it's not what it looks like-"

"So I'm not seeing my best friend about to fuck my brother? That's what you're telling me?" Jo asked, brow raised and hands resting on her hips expectantly. Mack's face blushed a deep shade of crimson, her mouth opening but no words coming out. "So that is what this is? Great." Was all Jo said, before hastily spinning on her heel and storming out - not even bothering with the dramatics of slamming Kai's door.

"Josette!" Kai called before sharing a wary glance with Mack, who gave him an apologetic glance before darting out the room, racing down the stairs after her friend.

"Jo, wait." Mack demanded but jo kept walking, only stopping and facing Mack when the latter placed a cautious hand on her best friend's shoulder. "Please, just let me explain." Mack pleaded and Jo crossed her arms over her chest, a displeased look draw on her face.

"Go on then, l'm waiting." She sassed and Mack took a deal breath.

"Kai and I...it's complicated." Mack sighed.

"You're friends with benefits." Jo corrected and Mack's brows shot up.

"How did you-"

"If you two were secretly dated, you would have led with that. I know you - both of you - remember?"

"Yeah. Well, okay, we're friends with benefits but I really, really like him Jo." Mack admitted shyly and Jo nodded slowly.

"How long had it been going on?" Jo swallowed thickly as she got the words out.

"S-since Halloween." Mack admitted and Jo's eyes widened.

"Two months? You've been ducking my brother for two months and you didn't tell me? God and to think I was your friend!" Jo nearly shouted and Mack cringed.

"Was? Am I not your friend anymore?" Mack asked, the words sour in her mouth.

"Friends don't keep secrets from friends." Jo said bitterly and Mack's heart shattered - knowing full-well she was keeping an even bigger secret from Jo. "Until I can trust you to be honest with me, we can't be friends anymore. I'm sorry." Jo said, almost softly before turning to walk out. "Enjoy banging my brother!" She called as she walked out the front door, this time letting the wood slam noisily behind her.

A single tear slipped from Mack's eye, trickling down her cheek - alone, just like how Mack felt in that moment. Mack buried her hand in her hair, pulling harshly.

"Fuck!" She shouted, the tears now cascading, Mack remaining the only thing that was alone. She barely registered Kai running down the stairs, his arms engulfing her in a warm hug, his lips at her ear whispering that it's be okay, a soft kiss pressed to her hair. Not until those three words were murmured from Kai's sinful lips.

"I love you, Kenz."

At that moment her heart seemed to reboot, senses on over drive as she processed the words.

"W-what?" She stuttered and Kai smiled brightly.

"I said I love y-" her lips crashed to his before he could finish. But unlike before it was slow, sensual, intimate. Kai scooped Mack into his arms, making the girl squeal as he hastily carried her up the stairs. He dropped Mack into the sheets, taking a momentum truly admire how beautiful she was - laying there with a content smile on her lips, giggling as he climbed over her and reconnected their lips in a passionate kiss.

...

Kai panted as he rolled off her, a grin spreading over his lips as he settled into the pillows beside Mack. The grin only grew when he felt Mack move closer to him again, head resting on his shoulder as her hand lay on his chest, leg strewn over his waist as she cuddled into him.

"That was.."

"I know." He finished for her, hand firm on her waist as Kai slowly felt Mack drift off into sleep, the steady rise and fall of her chest more comforting  than any words could ever be to him. Kai lay there, staring up at his ceiling, wide awake.

Normally after sex he was the first asleep, the exertion of energy turning him out like a light. But not tonight.

He couldn't stop thinking about one tiny, tiny thing. It was small, but it bothered him to the ends of the earth.

She never said it back.

He had plucked up the courage, tried to tell her more than once and when he finally had, she'd kissed him - which was great. But she never said it back. It bugged him, although he knew it was small.

Maybe she was scared. Scared that when she admitted it she'd lose him. That if she gave in he'd leave her, that the dream would end and that he was lying. The possibilities circled Kai's mind, but none of them made him feel any better.

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[puthyflapps]

What did you think of the first ep of the l word?

Phat spoilers coming so if you haven’t watched episode 1 of the L word: generation Q then proceed with caution

Okay so I guess I’ll just go through each character and give my feelings about them. I’ll start with my favorite new comers

Okay so I am so fascinated by Angelica and her story. I know she’s kind of an original character but I’ll still consider her a new comer because now we’re seeing her as a teenager coming into her own and not as a toddler. It’s so wild watching the original show and seeing how hard Bette and Tina had to work to have this child and for Bette to be recognized as her other parent. And now we get to see this moody teenager who yells at her Mama B and gets up to hooligan shit like if only Bette & Tina from 2004 could see this

My second favorite new comer, Sophie, didn’t have very many scenes but from just the short time she was on my screen, I fell in love with her. She’s very funny and she’s got these little quips that have me laughing like a maniac. When her girlfriend finally proposes to her and she lowkey ruins this romantic moment that she’s been waiting on forever I was dying. I can still hear her voice saying, “don’t play with me.” 😂😂

Sophie’s girlfriend, Dani, is my third favorite. She works as a communications director at her fathers business which I guess is some kind of big pharma type company. This episode really focused on her the most when it comes to all the new characters. She’s really having this internal struggle over what she does for a living and I can see that she wants to make her father proud but not if it means hurting other people. Her and Bette have a lot in common – love of pantsuits being one thing — and I’m excited to see how they interact with eachother in future episodes.

Next is Finley. I relate to her chaotic ass the most out of all of the new generation characters (minus the fact she doesn’t shave her armpits. That ain’t it for me sis). I put her here on this faux list thing simply because while I relate to her style, her personality, and genuine recklessness, we didn’t see enough of her for me to really talk about her. I am most excited to see how her storyline develops and much like how Dani is a lot like Bette, Finley is a lot like Shane. When she says she lives in a one bedroom in Korea town with five roommates and Shane says she’s been there before I was like hell yeah you have baby, I remember season one Shane.

Lastly, Micah. He’s my least favorite simply because I don’t think the actor who plays him is very good. He had very cute scenes with the new property manager, Jose, but while the dialogue/situation was very funny, I just don’t think he performed very well. He says the lines but he doesn’t really know how to emote and that may be due to this being like his first acting gig. Hoping his acting will get better as the season progresses.

Okay, now time to talk about the reason we’re all tuning in. The OGs baybee

Bette is running for mayor of Los Angeles and Tina is nowhere to be found. She has two phone calls with her but that’s all y’all tibette fans are getting. Sorry. Y’all know how I have called out Bette for being a whore in the past well, she’s still on her bullshit. Sleeping with married women and then getting called out at a press conference which her daughter finds out about later when she sees her whore mother trending on twitter💀. I’ve missed my messy queen. Throughout the episode it’s hinted at that Bette is running for office for a certain reason and she has this hatred for big pharma because of their contribution to the opioid crisis. This is my cracked out theory: I think Bette is running for office because a loved one fell victim to the opioid crisis and I think it was Kit. She has a history of addiction and we don’t see her in the reboot so those are my thots.

Alice. ALICE!!! God, I fucking love leisha hailey. It’s like no time has passed. She still has this brilliant comedic timing and it’s just so heightened this time around. The first time we see her she’s yelling at her girlfriends kids in a quest to find “the fucking spatula.” I love seeing her clumsily come into her own as a parental figure. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing her interact with the kids even more. She has a talk show just like in the original series and a few of the new characters actually work for her. What a coincidence, I know. Hopefully she won’t out any professional athletes like she did in the original 😂💀.

Now for this bitch. Shane is on our screens for two seconds before she’s fucking some woman and it’s like damn, nothings really changed hoe😌. She does seem to be going through some kind of depression. She’s returned to LA after selling her salon in Paris and NY. Daddy warbucks Shane is hot ngl. Although, she’s back in LA but she doesn’t know what she wants to do and I think she should get back into modeling because I’ve missed seeing her in her tighty whities. Now, here’s where things get interesting and I don’t know about y’all but I’m full on prepared to storm showtime headquarters. The three OGs have lunch and Bette and Alice decide to send a bed to Shane’s new house because she doesn’t have any furniture and they ask her if she’s going to talk to “her” and we don’t know who they’re talking about and my headass thot they meant Jenny’s dead ass like go visit her grave type shit. Anyways, Finley is sent over to put the bed together and while they’re talking to one another Shane’s phones goes off. Finley asks who it is and Shane says, “MY WIFE.” Excuse me? I did not wait my whole life for this show to come back for Shane to be married to someone who is not Carmen de la pica morales. What’s so special about this other bitch? Why can we marry her but not the funny, talented, beautiful, gorgeous, sweet, caring, wonderful Carmen? Hmmmmm???? Showtime explain.

#ask #send me asks and headcanons #the l word #the l word generation q #spoilers 🤪

[joshslater]

Underoos

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It’s only for one night and as a university student I was on a budget, so my first option every year is looking in the thrift shops. Perhaps there isn’t an outright costume to buy, but at least some weird piece of clothing to build your costume around. I immediately hit gold in the Salvation Army thrift shop. They had put together a table with costume kits. Some were more of an idea that you could DIY into something, but my eyes were on a ready to wear Spiderman kit. It was perfect, as it didn’t try to look like a high tech Stark industries suit, but rather the home made, first version. Whoever made this killed it. It was practically screen accurate, though perhaps not that hard when it should look crappy and most pieces were just plain, unmodified clothes. The slightly too long hoodie and high socks even made me look smaller and younger than I really am.

Actual Halloween was fine I guess. After a few solo cups everything was a blur, as could be expected. I got lots of compliments for the outfit though, I remember that. When I woke up in my dorm I felt as I deserved. Headache, muscle ache and clammy. I had fallen asleep in costume, so that explained why I was both hot and thirsty, and it smelled of sweat and beer breath in the balaclava. Yanking it off, and getting some sorely needed fresh, stale dorm air, I noticed that Steve wasn’t back even though it was 7:33. I guess he got lucky. Or unlucky and was sobering in an ER or a ditch.

I decided to text him after I had a shower and a change of clothes. Now the next part played out as the Spiderman movie, in whatever reboot Peter Parker is discovering himself in the mirror. With only the balaclava off I could see something was off. My features were more distinct, like I had lost weight, but for some reason that didn’t really register until I had the hoodie and shirt off. I was toned, buff even. I wasn’t overweight to begin with, but three-dimensional abs was nothing I had ever had before, nor well defined pecs, those diagonal junk-lines or small muscle dots on the side of the chest. What the hell.

I undressed completely. The entire body was toned, slimmed, firm, lithe, whatever word you want. I looked amazing. There wasn’t much bulging going on when I flexed my biceps, but way better than a day earlier. Right away I was thinking of the costume. It had to be the costume that did this to me. Fuck, I looked sexy. Talk about a bargain, no, treat!

I went and had a shower, more confident than ever. I didn’t meet anyone else to or from the showers, which for the first time here was a let down. I couldn’t stop feeling myself in the shower. I didn’t manage to stick to any wall and I couldn’t shoot any webs from my hands, neither for lack of trying. The shower jerk off was amazing though, and I could shoot more sticky stuff than ever before I think.

To my surprise Steve was back in the dorm when I got back from the showers. In all my scenarios for him he would show up around noon at the earliest. He was about to say something, but didn’t get further than “I..” when he interrupted himself and just stared at me. Steve had seen me wearing only a towel and flip flops more than anyone else in the world, so he knew that what he saw was not normal, or even possible.

Some “dude, what the fuck”s later I had sufficiently convinced him that I had no idea what had actually happened to me, and that my only theory so far was to have been bitten by a radioactive costume. We tested sticking to walls and shooting webs again, to no success, and Steve helpfully threw a book in the back of my head as a surprise to check for any spider sense. Nope on that too, and it didn’t improve my headache.

We decided to play it cool and not mention any of this to anyone else. I would simply say “thanks for finally noticing” to anyone who would be amazed at my new body. We did discuss a bit what to do with the costume, and finally decided I should put it on again for a second night. Would I gain muscle? Would I gain abilities? Would I revert back? All possibilities I was OK with. We discussed if I had to be drunk this night as well, but decided to test without alcohol.

As the morning before I woke up early, hot and clammy, and rushed out of bed to see the results. Immediately I realized the clothes didn’t fit as well anymore. I pulled off the mask and stared at the mirror in disbelief. It was still me, still in better shape than ever before, but way thinner and looking like the lower end of high school age, if even that. “What the hell”. My voice hadn’t even broken. Trick, after all.

[kittyotakunoir666]

Felinette Month Day 5: Scars

Felinette Month Day 5: Scars

In this story, they will be between 21-23 so they are adults but they still need to mature a bit. Marinette and Felix are getting there, it's just that the universe still hasn’t considered them adults and they are in university so they are away from home and with Felix’s family being rich he can afford a good apartment at his age and yes they are dating but don’t know each other’s identity.

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In this world, there are many scars that people get for many reasons.

You get scars when your reckless an example being Ruby getting into fights

You get scars when you don’t pay attention to what you do examples being Allan and Allegra cutting themselves when trying to cook for the first time

You get scars when you don’t pay attention to your surroundings, Claude with sports not seeing the person coming at him and Terra not seeing the car thank god she only got a scar from that accident

You get emotional scars from either yourself, friends, or your family; Rosemarie and her mother manipulating her and Jake’s parents making him feel like something was wrong with him.

You get physical scars also from yourself, ex-friends, or family; Felix and Marinette from being Ladybug and Chat D'Obsidienne

Then there are the scars where they are both emotional and physical; Sébastian who was bullied when young had scars, two were from himself and three were from the bullies and Nyx who was emotionally and physically abused by her own family until the age of 16 when she finally cut off ties with them.

Yes, many scars exist in this world but people forget these scars or try to erase them from their minds. They try to move on from the scars or use them to improve their lives. 

Marinette herself had tried to erase and forget the scars she got from her old class. But when she couldn’t she used those scars to move forward and put the past where it belongs instead of using it as an excuse. Felix, he needed to get used to the scars he got from being Chat D’Obsidienne and when he did he would trace his hand over them and use his knowledge to become a better Chat. As for other scars he had, he used those scars to put up walls and became uncomfortable at any touch he seemed unwelcome. 

Marinette and Felix steal haven’t revealed themselves to each other as they didn’t know when or how they should do it. They didn’t think it would be an accident right after fighting an akuma where the miraculous cure could only do so much Ladybug, Marinette was also running out of time so Chat D’Obsidienne took action and took her to his apartment where no-one but Marinette had been when visiting Felix. And just as Felix landed on his balcony his and Marinettes transformations let out and they both just stared at each other. Plagga and Tikki had decided to let their holders sort themselves out so Plagg took Tikki to where she would be able to get cookies and he got some cheese.

They were interrupted by Marinette grabbing her stomach in pain as there was a slash through it. This rebooted Felix’s brain and he made his way to his room where he put Marinette on his bed and went to grab his first aid kit. When he came back into the room he instructed Marinette to remove her shirt as he would need to clean and bandage the wound. No, they haven’t gotten there in their relationship but they are comfortable with each other as they know that when they are ready they will be ready. So when Marinette removed her shirt he began to clean the wound but as he did so he let his eyes roam her body and noticing her other scars and his hand moved to touch the one under her chest.

“I remember when you got this one,” Felix said after returning to continue with the slash, Marinette stiffened as she remembered that day also, “You said that it did heal and you weren’t in pain and it wouldn’t leave a scar, now I know you lied to me”

“I’m sorry,” Marinette whispered. She faced away from Felix since she knew that she lied to him and didn’t want to face him.

Felix finished cleaning the wound and bandaged it before grabbing Marinette’s chin with his fingers and making her turn to him, he smiled at her, “Mari, you have nothing to be sorry. I know you hate liars and that you hate lying so I know you lied to stop me from worrying. You always did worry about others even when you were the one in pain.”

At this Marinette smiled and gave Felix a kiss, “You always did understand me best, Felix”

“Of course,” Felix said smugly before putting on a smile, “You also know me best, since day one”

Felix got up and grabbed one of his shirts to give to Marinette who happily took it and put it on. Felix and Marinette moved more into the bed and held each other with Felix leaning on the bed’s headboard and Marinette leaning on him. Felix grabbed his remote and put on a movie on Netflix. 

“Do you have any scars from when the first Chat Noir was your partner?” asked Felix after a few minutes into the movie.

“I do,” Marinette answered she grabbed Felix’s hand to ground both of them. See Marinette had found out who the first Chat Noir was because the Master motioned for her to hide near an alleyway as the Master took away Adrien’s ring with the help of the other Miraculous holder. Marinette never told Chat D’Obsidienne or Felix as to not upset them. 

“Would you tell me about them,” Felix asked holding her closer to him. He really loved Marinette and would do anything for her, “You could say no”

Marinette was quiet before answering, “I only have three and they are all on my back, the first scar I got was when Chat Noir once again put under the spell of the akuma, this akuma was named heart striker who was forcing people to attack the person they loved or had a crush on. When the akuma aimed the magical wand-like thing at me and shot at me Chat Noir threw himself in front of me and since he had a crush on me he was affected. So I ended up fighting both the akuma and my partner and while fighting, it was Chat who hurt me by clawing at my back when I was too focused on the akuma. When everything was put back to normal Chat Noir to it hard that it was he who put a scar on my back as the cure didn’t take all of it away”

Felix squeezed Marinette at the mention of how it was her supposed partner who hurt her. Marinette turned to give Felix a kiss on his forehead before continuing, “The second scar was given to me when I had yet to transform and the akuma was after me. Lila had spread a rumor yet again and it got to an Adrien fan who didn’t like what she heard. So she got akumatized and began to hunt me down as she turned to fiend-fan and wanted to make me respect Adrien instead of dragging his name through the mud or something. She found me right as I was making my escape to transform and zapped me from behind, Chat Noir arrived late and couldn’t get to me so when he did, he saw that I was zapped and the zap left me bleeding on my back. Chat Noir had to take me to my home where I told him I would see my wound so he could leave me. After the akuma and the cure, he came to check on me and saw that the scar was still there. I told him it wasn’t his fault and that the cure could only do so much.”

“You get hurt more than I can count with the akumas and I hate that some leave scars on your body,” Felix told her snuggling into her neck, “But the worst once were when your old class gave you emotional scars”

“Felix, my love” Marinette began as she hugged his arms that haven’t let go of her yet, “Those scars are in the past and I used them to better learn on who to trust and I have wonderful friends now who genuinely care for me and don’t use me”

“I love you so much, my Mari,” Felix said adorningly. 

They stayed in silence before she continued with her stories, “The last and final scar I got was during a dangerous akuma and Chat Noir was off sulking about how I didn’t return his love for me, it was also the last time he was Chat Noir.  As I was fighting with the akuma the akuma threw me to a wall where I got stabbed by something and before I knew it, I had a stab wound not given to me by the akuma so I knew the cure wouldn’t fully work with it and after that, the Master found out what happened and took Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

“Hmm,” Felix said thoughtfully, “If he hadn’t messed up and I wouldn’t have gotten the miraculous” 

“That true though it hurt like hell afterwards at least I stopped bleeding thanks to the cure,” Marinette said ticked off. She then decided to ask Felix something, “Do you remember your first scar if you have any?”

“I do have scars Marinette and I consider two of them first scars,” Felix said before he began to explain, “The first official scar I got was when I was protecting you Marinette, It was the first akuma with me getting the miraculous and I saw you in danger and I reacted as my instinct took me to you and I took the blow of the building’s rubble and some of it landed a bt to sharply on my back”

“I remember that day, I was so surprised at seeing you in front of me I, for a second, forgot the situation we were in.” Marinette giggled, “I was also surprised at how different your outfit was from the previous Chat”

“Well, I didn’t know that my outfit would depend on what I want the most and that it also took into account my personality.” Felix defended himself with a small blush on his face but hid it by putting his face in her neck again.

“Yess well after that you took me to the school and told me to hide and then went off to fight the akuma, “Marinette said blissfully.

“Yes, well, the second time that I also consider a first time scar would be when we were dealing with normal criminals and they shot at you as Ladybug and I got in front of you and you handled the attackers after asking if I was okay as I fell down,” Felix said a little anger seeping through as he was angry at the attackers shooting at his Marinette.

“I almost had a heart attack when I saw you go down,” Marinette whimpered.

At this Felix turned her around to make her face him and held her head in his hand as he whispered reassuringly, “I’m right here Marinette, I am alive and safe her holding you, and loving you. My heart is beating and we are both safe after that. Your cure stopped me from dying and you did your best fixing me up. I am here with you now and I am alive right now”

“Okay,” Marinette whispered back with a few tears falling from her face.

“So how about you tell me about the first scar you got with me being Chat D’Obsidienne,” Felix told her trying to distract her from that experience.

“My first scar with you as the new Chat happened on your first day also” Marinette began to explain, “I didn’t know what to expect after what I went through with the first Chat. I was so used to protecting both of us from getting under the akumas attacks that I took a misstep when you tried to help me get away that I fell to the floor before I could get my yoyo. We were both lucky that the building I fell from wasn’t deadly high but I did get a scar on my side from how I fell.”

“I remember that I was so worried that I had somehow messed you up and that it was my fault you fell but you reassured me that, that wasn’t the case and instead it was having a new Chat to work with.” Felix sighed.

“You know I also remember the scar I got with protecting you, Felix” Marinette giggled remembering the memory. It was actually Marinette who protected Felix that night, “The idiot went after us since we were walking at night trying to make it to my house where we would have a sleepover. The guy didn’t know who he was messing with though I didn’t expect him to pull a knife and give me a small cut on my leg”

“Yes, well, thank god the police got to us before you actually hurt the idiot even more than you did,” Felix mused

“I would have stopped,” Marinette told him

“But would you really?” Felix asked teasingly

“Yes, I would have,” Marinette grumbled, “I’m not Nyx or Ruby”

“True, they would have continued, especially Nyx” Felix admitted

“That girl scares me sometimes,” Marinette confessed

“She also scares me but I love her anyway, after all, she is my non-related sister,” Felix said

“Want to continue watching tv?” Marinette asked.

“Sure, what do you want to watch?” Felix asked getting the remote

“Carmen Sandiego, the second season came out and I want to watch it from the beginning,” Marinette told him. Felix complied snuggled closer to Marinette.

In this world, there are many scars that people get for many reasons.

You get scars when your reckless an example being Ruby getting into fights

With these scars, Ruby learned to ask about the person first and why they want to fight and that she could help them.

You get scars when you don’t pay attention to what you do examples being Allan and Allegra cutting themselves when trying to cook for the first time

Allan learned to pay attention when cutting anything needed to be cut

Allegra also learned this lesson along with learning she actually likes finger foods

You get scars when you don’t pay attention to your surroundings, Claude with sports not seeing the person coming at him and Terra not seeing the car thank god she only got a scar from that accident

Claude learned how to be more award while playing the game and honed those skills even if he wasn’t paying full attention

Terra learned to be more careful on the streets and to pay attention to where she is

You get emotional scars from either yourself, friends, or your family; Rosemarie and her mother manipulating her and Jake’s parents making him feel like something was wrong with him.

Rosemarie learned to not let her mother control her and used the scars to move forward and not be held back by them

Jake went and found people with similar scars and they learned to help each other and be who they knew they were and knowing nothing was wrong with them

You get physical scars also from yourself, ex-friends, or family; Felix and Marinette from being Ladybug and Chat D'Obsidienne

They both learned of each other scars and whenever they got new ones they helped each other heal and become stronger

Then there are the scars where they are both emotional and physical; Sébastian who was bullied when young had scars, two were from himself and three were from the bullies and Nyx who was emotionally and physically abused by her own family until the age of 16 when she finally cut off ties with them.

Sébastian became stronger mentally and found a group of friends who protected him and he protected them

Nyx learned to leave her scars behind and use them to better herself and was able to move on from the pain and into being happy with those around her along with talking to her blood family on occasion and forgiving them from what they did to her.

Everyone has scars in their lives of different kinds and everyone should learn that those scars don’t have to be used against you but can be used for you to move on and forward in life.

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[macgyvermedical]

MacGyver Reboot “CD and Hoagie Foil” A Medical Review

Okay so I’m finally sitting down to review the most recent whumpy episode of the MacGyver reboot “CD and Hoagie Foil.”

While its emotional whump all around in this episode- including Mac’s dad story and Riley’s dad story and Bozer’s interrogation- the major physical whump burden is placed squarely on MacGyver’s shoulders.

If you haven’t seen the episode, this is the last stop before major spoilers. 

Here goes- The story centers around a stolen canister of VX nerve “gas.” The “gas” is very deadly, and the bad guys are about to release it into the New York County water supply. Mac is able to steal it before they follow through, but in the ensuing hailstorm of bullets, the canister cracks, and Mac is immediately exposed. In an attempt to contain the spreading “gas,” Mac quickly locks himself in a small office with the leaking canister. Although the action probably saves many lives, it means Mac has to act quickly in order to save his own.

In order to buy himself time, he stabs himself in the leg with a pair of scissors to force his body to release adrenaline. Then, time bought, he builds a fan to draw the “gas” into the sewer gas disposal line, where it could be burned, degrading its effects and preventing everyone from being poisoned. “Gas” now safely out of the office, Mac stumbles out, to be assisted by Cage and Jack as Mac declares that he has only 18 hours to live unless he gets to a hospital very quickly.

Let’s start by talking about VX. I’m not going to go too far in depth about nerve agents as a whole (you can read about them here), but VX is a little different than the others, so I want to go into some detail.

VX is a real-life chemical weapon. It was first created during the Cold War, and was the prototype of the “V-Series” class of nerve agents developed specifically for use in warfare (earlier “G-Series” agents were used in chemical warfare during WWII, but they were originally developed for use as pesticides). The V-Series as a whole is largely classified, but details about the prototype VX was made public in order to provide rescue and medical personnel with a frame of reference in the case of an attack.

VX is a thick, oily, amber liquid, specifically engineered to stick to a person and spread around (to, say, helpful friends or rescue workers) without being easily decontaminated. Due to this, it is most often absorbed through the skin, but it can also be ingested (eaten or drunk), or aerosolized and absorbed through the nasal/oral mucosa or (most dangerously) through lung passages.

VX can kill by any of these routes- requiring only about 10mg to make its way into the body to be lethal (this is the LD50. In comparison, the G-Series agent Sarin has an LD50 of 1000mg).

VX (and, really, all nerve agents) work by blocking the breakdown of acetylcholine (ACH), a neurotransmitter responsible for muscle contraction and tear, mucus, and sweat production. Too much ACH in the wrong places causes muscles to contract inappropriately- the most dangerous side effect of this is that the smooth muscle tissue in the lungs contracts, dangerously narrowing breathing passages (bronchoconstriction), while at the same time ramped up mucus production further limits the body’s access to air. Other symptoms include excessive sweating (usually locally at the site of skin contamination), excessive tear production, twitching and cramping (progressing to paralysis as muscles fatigue), pupil constriction/dim vision (the iris is a muscle), runny nose, nausea/vomiting/diarrhea, and if it hits the brain, coma and seizures.

The episode specifically mentions runny nose and the cramping til’ you die thing, which is decently accurate. If the cramping progresses to paralysis of your breathing muscles before your airway closes, you can die of cramping.

When people (and by extension the writers of this episode) talk about nerve “gas,” they’re typically referring to the liquid nerve agent being aerosolized (or that certain G-Series agents do tend to evaporate into warm environments even after they settle). Aerosolizing something makes it easier to spread in a crowded area, and is also more immediately life threatening, as breathing the agent causes the more dangerous lung-related symptoms first.

Now, in the episode, Mac stabs himself to release adrenaline. This made sense to me (the adrenaline part, not the stabbing), because given that the VX was aerosolized and he breathed it, Mac was probably suffering bronchoconstriction as an early effect (he coughs several times in the scene). Epinephrine, the pharmaceutical equivalent of (and really just another name for) adrenaline, is a bronchodilator, meaning it relaxes the smooth muscle around the lung passages, allowing more space to draw air.

The presence of extra epi in his system might actually have bought him some time (not sure stabbing himself would have given him enough to accomplish this, but it’s the scientific principle that counts...ish). NOTE: No current treatment protocol actually mentions this or any other bronchodilator, though, so there’s also a chance it’s been shown not to work irl.

Mac leaves the room and immediately leans on Cage and Jack for support, telling them VX takes about 18 hours to kill someone, and that he needs to go to a hospital. This isn’t the case (like, you could suffocate in the first 10 minutes after exposure if you got a high enough dose) but I’m pretty sure I know where they got the number from. 18 hours is the observation window for a dermal exposure- as in, it could take  up to 18 hours to show symptoms if a small dose was absorbed through the skin.

So Jack and Cage might have 18 hours before they start feeling the effects, but Mac definitely needed medical attention ASAP to keep his airway open and save his life. What could accomplish this? Well, there are two commercially available nerve agent exposure kits available- the Mark 1 and the DuoDote. The Mark 1 is an older version, and contains two auto-injectors- one of atropine (a drug that blocks ACH receptors, decreasing symptoms of excess ACH), and pralidoxime (a drug that reactivates the body’s ability to break down ACH). DuoDote has both drugs in one auto-injector.

Atropine is most important for saving the person’s life in the short term, while pralidoxime significantly reduces the overall time the person is ill. It can take weeks for the body to regain the ability to break down ACH on its own, while pralidoxime can permanently reverse the effects of nerve agent poisoning in 1-3 doses. Pralidoxime must be given within a specific window after poisoning in order to be useful- for VX this is a fairly long time, about 60 hours.

I highly doubt Matty would have let her agents go on a mission without an antidote kit each, so I’m guessing they figured out how to use one very quickly in the water treatment center parking lot.

Anyhoo, the day is saved and we get a fairly lengthy scene in either a hospital in New York (which the establishing shot would suggest, unless that’s just an establishing shot of Phoenix we haven’t seen before), or the Phoenix Foundation infirmary (which the set and crack about a loyalty card would suggest), with Mac in a hospital bed.

Finally, I want to point out a nice emotional whump parallel to Classic MacGyver. During a mock interrogation in spy school, Leanna forces Bozer to relive a 911 call he made as a child. His younger brother had gotten ahold of his dad’s loaded handgun and tripped while chasing him around the yard with it. Unfortunately, the gun discharged and Bozer’s brother was killed.

This is a remix of a similar story from the Classic series (recounted during the episode “Blood Brothers”) involving MacGyver and three childhood friends who stole one of their parents’ guns and played with it in the woods. Mac ends up pushing the gun out of his friend’s hand to save a bird he was aiming at, but the gun went off on impact with the ground and injured his other friend Jesse, who later died.

In the Classic series, this event is cited as the reason Mac doesn’t touch guns or let anyone use them around him. I’m interested to see how they’ll use this information in the reboot, given that they’ve established Bozer is willing to use firearms in previous episodes, while Mac, true to his classic counterpart, is not.

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[maatikikhushboo]

Rozaana Rikara #5 Flop Trials to do the DEED

Presenting you all the hogwash rozaana !  👌 👌 👌

The episode starts with Om waking Rudra -- 

“Kitna besharam insaan hai, sher bulaake ghode bech kar so raha hai”

This Rudra man sleeps in reverse always ? LOL

“Hidden hi rehne de uss talent ko ! Teri tarah teri plan bhi flop hai.”

Ikr ! I am watching Flopbaaz ! 

Enter Chirraiyya and Bhavya - “Hum karenge”

What is with the writers? A DVD seriously ! A classic C grade film named Prem ki Devi -- I need to bang my head now ! Really ? We need to see such content for getting into mood ? It seems like flower khan is promoting this bhojpuri stuff. Yuck ! Ab aur kya ?

Gauri, Bhavya, Ru and Om busy

“Ab kaam aayenge humaare nuske.”

Presenting another so called aphrodisiac ??? OmRuRiVya, Please go buy a life for yourselves. Inspite of your failed attempt#1 of so called royal bengal tiger shit instead of royal romance kit, it’s high time you stop this. ShivIka don’t need your help to DO THE DEED ! Sigh !  😤 😤 😤 

“Babajiki prem booti. ( Rudra just starts seeing Om’s booty but Om just lifts his face up, looool. Ru man, it’s not beat pe booty it’s jadi booti ! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 ) Woh bohut hi asar kaari booti hai. Woo khaate hi na, Bade bhaiyya aur Bhaujaai, ek dum harharaike kareeb aajayenge.”

Gauri is just cute. Her expressions are just  😍 😘

“Ek min, Meri pyaari biwi, tumhe iske baare mein kaise pata”

“Hum...”

Then she explains about advertisements in her village. And that every newly wed couple takes the babaji ki booti with them for honeymoon. On the other side, Annika is so excited about the plucking DVD. I am like this is now a new level of shit -- booti and DVD just BALDERDASH.

Gauri plans to mix that herb in juice. Meanwhile Daadi comes and takes that DVD. Sadkay jaava. She is all happy. 

Oh shit man !  😂

Gauri is all ready with the juice. Om comes. 

What ! Seems like RiKara are going to talk *rubbing my eyes* 

“Woh kal jab hum Shivaay aur bhaabhi ke baare mein baat kar rahe the na, aur past ki, matlab mere ex ki baat nikli thi, aur kuch awkward ho gaya tha, kyunki mujhe actually pata nahi tha ke, tumhe kya pata hai, aur kitna pata hai. Lekin main nahi chaahta hoon ke hamaare beech koi secrets rahe toh main tumhe sab kuch clearly bataana chaahta hoon...”

“Omkaaraji, uski koi jaroorat nahi hai. Beete kal ke baare mein baat karke ka phaayada...... (I just can’t write the whole thingy...coz I can’t bear the extra sweetness, now don’t judge me for that !)

“Thank You. Pata hai Gauri, Main bohut lucky hoon. ( I know man ! Thank your stars for that. ) Kyunki tum bohut acchi ho.”

And he pulls her into a hug. 

Please man ! Stop playing that same female saathiya all the time. I mean, it should be either male or duet acc to the scene. It’s just waste of time blabbering about the editing. These mismatches were always part and parcel of IB. Kabhi toh sudharjaao  👺

(I am totally fine with the bang on writing inconsistency for these two uber adorable eye candy people. Uggh !  😈)

There comes Pinky --

“Oh my Maata ! Tum dono kitchens mein kya kar rahe ho?”

Gauri and Om excuse themselves from Pinky.

“Oh My Maata, shaadishuda hoke bhi itna sharmaate hain, how sweets !”

( how the hell did she change into smiles sweets Pinky ...is it because of some other babaji ki booti ?  😂 😂 😂 )

Waise, Om doesn’t like KEBAB MEIN HADDIS. His closing his eyes expression was just evident, now and when Ru banged his room’s door. 

Gauri asks Sankarji for aashirvaad for her plan’s success. Well  😂

Annika plan’s to surprise and all go wrong because after drinking the juice, Shivaay feels pukeworthy and unwell. Then the DVD plays (exchanged one) and bhajan starts ! I feel so bad for them. No wonder that for these things planning never works 🤣 🤣 🤣

After listening to the bhajan sound from ShivIka’s room, Gauri is like -

“Iss baat mein bhi, pehle bhagvaan ji ka naam lena hai?”  🤣 🤣 🤣

Nosy chirrayya, contemplating whether she should check ShivIka or not. And what a timing Om ! I think he is in *ahem ahem*

Wait a minute ! Is it a Jal jal ke dhuaan version 2 ? *facepalm*

Now I know that Gauri’s babaji was no one other than our own Buaa Maa in the disguise of Baba. She wants Ratan asap ! Pluck you babaji !

Om is eating cake and winks at her. Gauri is like *what is with you now*.  Her expressions are just bang on  🤣 🤣 🤣

“Omkaaraji, aap yahan pe kaa kar rahein hain?”

“Ssh ! Omkaara ji nahi, Om tumhaara Om, Om” (Om throughout was sounding like a sexy seductress  🤣 🤣 🤣 . He is all touchy touchy. He kisses her hand. He mumbles some damn sher which I didn’t understand and is eating cake continuously. Damn man ! If this is intoxication, how would the reality be ? )

“Kya hogaya aapko? Achanak ?! Ee cake ...”

“Cake. Beautiful Cake, Delicious Cake. Tumhe pata hai, jabse maine yeh cake khaaya hai na, ek alag sa suroor sa aa gaya hai badan mein.”  (God! can’t hear his alluring tone anymore!  What the duck man ! It’s just becoming difficult for me to handle now. )

(Pluck you again writers for making Om says all these things under intoxication. I should calm my shipper heart now.)

When Om tries to make her eat the cake, Gauri recognises the herb’s smell. 

FB --

I knew it that it was Pinky man 🤣 🤣 🤣 . She by mistake spilled the juice on cake and made juice with the rotten oranges. Becharay ShivKara  🤣 🤣 🤣

Dadi is just gobsmacked watching the video. That stupid bg of the video.  🤣 She just closes her eyes unable to bear. Poor soul ! You writers didn’t even spare her. Loosers !  🤣 🤣 🤣

“Ye laaya Billu mere liye, Arre band karo isse. Keede pade tor pitte muh!” 

Gauri tries explaining Om about the herb in his cake and he starts singing.

“Kuch Na kaho, kuch bhi na kaho ”

He stuffs the cake in his mouth and picks her up. She closes her mouth and he swirls along with her in his hands. He tries to feed that cake *ahem ahem* from m to m. She places a hand on his mouth. He kicks the door open and they enter their room. 

“Ab hum kamre mein aagayein hai, ab humein utaar deejiye. Humein darr lag raha hai aapse, aap kya karne waale hain?”

“Muuah” (sounds)

“Chii ! Dekhiye Omkaaraji, koi aajayega, aap humaari baat sun lee jiye.”

(Na, woh ab koi baat nahi sun ne waala hai. Usse toh aapke babaji ki booti chad gayi hai. Btw, if this all happens under intoxication then what would happen under reality? My brain is again full of headcanons)   😱 

He places her on the bed and bends to kiss her but instead rolls and dozes off to sleep.🤣 🤣 🤣 Gauri’s expressions are on the point again.

ShivIka are just cursing their fate and talking about the KARMON KA PHAL. Seriously ? Not being able to do the deed as planned is because of karma? Sigh ! And Shivaay’s screams just remind me of something altogether rather than upset stomach. After they extinguish the fire, the room is just in debris. And again the song plays “Dil ke armaan aanso mein beh gaye”   🤣 🤣 🤣

Catlady and Flower Khan are just rab ne banadi jodi. I am just speechless ! Almighty please save me from this claptrap ! And pluck me for watching this shitbaaz !  🤢

Cheers, L !  😷

P.S : Why the hell did we need a reboot of Jal jal ke dhuaan kinda dry run before the DEED for Rikara ? RiKara fans have always kept expectations low. Why the hell did you have to spoil our headcanons ?  Now with this dry run, my heart is again gathering hopes.  🙄 🙄 🙄

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[raavenreyes]

24 HOURS.

bellamy x raven

a little drabble about a day in the life of ravenbell in the somwhat early days of space squad. [ rating: nc17 for language and smut lite.]

word count: 1,778

5:02 AM – 196 DAYS IN SPACE.

“Systems check.” Raven spoke out, still shivering as her body adjusted to the metal and other materials pressed against her skin. This was the worst part about her mornings. Once a week she had to do an equipment check around the outside of the ring. It started off as just her and Monty, but then Bellamy began hanging around and watching him. Next thing she knew, Bellamy had learned enough to help her out with these.

“You’re green on communications, oxygen supply and pressure regulation.” He radioed back. “Still waiting to hear back on your filters.” The last sentence was spoken through a yawn that made her speaker crackle and buzz.

“You sound tired.”

“Well, someone kept me up last night even though she knew we had a four-thirty wake up call.” He spat back, a grin on his face. Bellamy watched her through the small pane of glass as she buckled her boots. “You ready?”

“Yep.”

“Regulating pressure.” Lights in the chamber began flashing as air hissed out. He waited until the light above the door flashed green before opening the hanger doors. “Enjoy your spacewalk, little bird.”

“Always do.”

Bellamy leaned back in his chair, sipping a hot cup of algae tea—a drink he was still getting used to. He missed coffee, but this would have to do. The automatic doors behind him opened and Echo entered, handing Bellamy a plate of their usual breakfast—algae salad and some kind of dried grain they had managed to pack before taking off. “Thanks,”

“Is Raven outside?” She inquired.

“Yeah,”

Echo went to the pane of glass, pressing her face against it and smiling when she spotted Raven. “She looks so small out there.” Bellamy nodded, stirring the grain and algae together. “Does it really go on forever?”

He grinned with a soft chuckle. “For the hundredth time, Echo. Yes, it does.”

“How can something go on forever?”

“Doesn’t a river go on forever?”

“No, it changes into the sea…and the sea changes into land. Nothing goes on forever.”

“Well, maybe it doesn’t go on forever.” He answered. “Maybe it changes.”

“Into what?”

“That, I don’t know.”

The radio crackled. “Bellamy, log a slight cosmetic damage to our front right solar panel. I’m coming back into the hangar to grab my repair kit.”

“Logged.” Bellamy answered.

“I’m gonna get back and help Emori with laundry.” Echo announced. “I’ll see you later.”

When he spotted Raven at the hangar door, he pressed a button to open it, then a series of more buttons to stabilize the environment so Raven could take off her helmet. He could tell she was eager to get inside, so he stood up to meet her to help her take off her suit.

“Hey,” He smiled once the doors slid open. “You look cold.”

“I think the t-t-temperature r-regulator on my suit is b-b-busted. The insul-l-lation helped but f-f-fuck, I’m freezing.” She replied and Bellamy worked quickly to get the suit off her. She was down to her underwear, arms wrapped around her frame.  “I c-c-can’t go b-back out there until I f-f-fix it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was busted?” He asked her, digging through a cabinet to find a blanket.

“I thought I f-f-fixed it. I g-g-otta take a b-b-better look at it-t.”

“Alright here,” He draped a blanket around her shoulder, then dropped to his knees and pulled down her underwear.

“W-W-Whoa, hey, this ain’t the t-t-t-time, B-Blake.”

“Shut up, Raven. I’m trying to get you warm.” He chuckled, tearing off his own shirt. “Skin on skin contact is better for heat transfer.” Once they were both nude, he collapsed them onto the small couch in the corner and wrapped them in the blanket. “There. Better? Fuck, you’re cold.”

She nodded. “T-T-Told you. But, this is g-g-good.” Raven went quiet for a moment, and he grew worried.

“Rae?”

“I’m here, I’m better.” She responded immediately. “It’s okay.”

“Okay.”

10:58 AM

“Bellamy.”

He jerked awake, lifting his head and squinting against artificial light in the room. Bellamy rarely slept on his stomach, only when he was truly exhausted—and he truly was. “What? What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Raven smiled, settling into bed. “You wanted me to wake you at eleven,”

Bellamy glanced at the clock. “It’s 10:58, I had two minutes, Reyes.”

“Oh, boo hoo.”  He laid back down, this time on his back and stared up at Raven, who straddled his waist and settled herself with her hands on his chest. “I fixed the temperature regulator on the suit.”

“Are you sure?”

She smacked his chest. “Yes, I’m fucking sure. We tested it.”

“Can’t have you gettin’ cold, Reyes. Your feet are already a nightmare when you get in bed—can’t imagine your whole body.”

“My feet are not that cold.”

“Little icicles attached to your legs. That’s what your feet are.”

“I hate you so much.”

3:12 PM.

“So what are our options?” Monty broke the silence, perched on a beam above the rest of the group in the common area.

Raven sighed and leaned back into Bellamy’s arm, draped across the back of the bench they were sitting on. “I can go out there and fix it, make a temporary solar panel coating from the light wiring in the storage deck.”

“That sounds fine.” Murphy responded.

“It’s not all the way fine, Murphy. That means 10% of the Ring would have to go dark.” Monty sighed, tapping the back of his head against the metal.

“It’s more like six percent.” Raven corrected. “I wouldn’t able to control where it goes dark, so it could go dark in a storage facility or…the common room.”

Emori sighed. “So, it goes dark. What does that mean? We just won’t have light?”

“Right,” Raven nodded. “We could use the torches, but it means we’d have to charge them a lot more frequently depending on where it goes dark—”

“Which means we’re pulling more energy from something we need like heat or water purification,” Bellamy finished for her. “Well, shit, Reyes. You got a problem.”

“I do. But I’ll handle it. Let’s get the panel fixed, reboot the whole system and see where it goes dark.”

A smile spread across Bellamy’s face, staring down at Raven. “You got this.”

“I got you.” She replied.

8:19 PM

The door to his room opened, and Raven strode in, carrying a large bag with her. Bellamy lifted his head from the book in his lap, and offers Raven a smile. “Hey,” He greeted her warmly.

“Hey you. You missed dinner.”

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up in some textbooks.”

“What kind of textbooks?” She questioned, pressing up the book with her fingers. “Basic Mechanics,” She read off. “Basic mechanics of what?”

“Uh, like fixing refrigerator units and changing oil in machines.” He shrugged. “Figured I got five years to learn everything I can about anything that could go wrong here, and on Earth.” Bellamy let a long sigh fall from his lips. “I hear you and Monty spoutin’ off about stuff and I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about. I’m just trying to keep up.”

Raven frowned, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Bell,” She whispered, catching his gaze. “You know I think you’re smart, right?” She asked. “I think you’re smart.”

He scratched the back of his head. “I mean, I know a lot about history, about…about uh, writing…but—”

“Yeah, I don’t know shit about that. Like, the Battle you were telling me about two nights ago…what’s it called—Battle of Sparta? If you asked me when the Battle of Sparta happened, I couldn’t tell you.”

“Thermopylae.” Bellamy said.

“Huh?”

“Thermopylae, it was the Battle of Thermopylae—Spartans versus the Persians.”

“See!” She exclaimed. “So what, I can solve a thermonuclear physics equation in less than an hour, but you know about shit that happened thousands of years ago. You know the importance of history, and documenting things. You tell stories. That’s important, Bellamy.”

A half-smile lifted his face, and he averted his eyes as a blush fills the apples of his cheeks. Raven leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the space between his brows. “You wanna make a deal?” He asked gently.

“What kind of deal?”

“Every day, you teach me somethin…scienc-y and I’ll tell you about a historical event.”

She nodded. “That sounds perfect. In five years you’re gonna be building a solar panel and I can tell the crew every myth in the book.”

11:23 PM.

“Bellamy,” Her voice is calmer this time, as to not startle him in the dead silence of space and the deep dark of their bedroom. He hummed in response, reaching out and patting her exposed thigh. Raven pulled him towards her, and he rolled on top of her, lips finding hers even in his half-awake state. Her movements become rushed, lifting his shirt off his frame and tossing it into the darkness.

“Again?” He chuckled, nipping at her collar bone. Raven wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned into his ear. “Again.” Bellamy nodded, reaching between their bodies to pull her underwear down to her knees. “Twice in one night, Rae? You’re getting a little greedy.”

“Well, it is my birthday after all.”

“Not for another…” He glanced at the clock. “Not for another thirty-seven minutes. Don’t jump the gun, Reyes.” She smirked and he freed one of her breasts from the confines of her tight bralette. His mouth attached, swirling his tongue around the bud.

“Shut up, Blake.”

“Yes ma’am,” He muttered, then pushed inside her.

12:09 AM.

“Raven,” He breathed into the night.

“Hm?”

“Happy birthday.”

She smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

5:04 AM

“Systems check?” Raven asked over the radio and Bellamy glanced at the screen.

“You’re all green, Reyes. Take your birthday spacewalk.”

“I’ll take it after the panel is fixed.”

“Well, since Monty hasn’t finished stripping the wire, you can’t. So, take your birthday spacewalk.”

“Fine,” She almost sounds disappointed.

Once she’s outside the doors, he picks up the radio again. “Does it look any different now that your eyes are a little older?”

Raven laughed. “Nah, same old boring space.” She goes quiet for a bit, just staring into the black. “It looks a little less endless.” She admitted.

“Yeah,” Bellamy nodded. “After I met you, it started looking a little less scary too.”

“You’re such a cornball, Bellamy.”

“Only for you, Reyes. Enjoy it. Hurry it up, though. You got an algae salad birthday breakfast and some alone time with your wonderful, appreciative boyfriend when you get back.”

“Ten-four, big chicken.”

“Happy Birthday, space case.”

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