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onceuponastory · 2 years

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please don’t leave me - steve harrington x reader

Plot: Steve’s demobat bite is more serious than everyone first thought. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader Warnings: Implied character death, mentions of injuries, blood, infections/pus and the usual gross stuff. I...apologise in advance. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: This is for @whumptober Day 11: 911 What’s Your Emergency? and I also used the alternative prompt of Self Done First Aid. Obligatory I am not a doctor, so sorry if my medical knowledge sucks.

“Come on guys, it should be just around here somewhere.” Nancy explains, walking amongst the trees. Eddie, Robin, Steve and Y/N follow behind. As they walk, Y/N keeps a wary eye on Steve. What seems like only a few moments ago, the demobats attacked them, injuring Steve in his side. Since then, she’s been keeping a close eye on him, so that if something goes wrong, she can be the first one to help. Even though the thought of anything happening to Steve is her worst nightmare. They’ve already lost so much, and she can’t lose him too.

“You sure you’re alright?” She asks, and Steve chuckles lightly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Y/N opens her mouth again, and Steve cuts her off with an “I promise you Y/N. I’m okay.” He squeezes her hand for reassurance, and Y/N nods. Yet, she still keeps a cautionary gaze on him. Just in case. When Steve moves his hand to the wound on his side, Y/N furrows her brows, her concern increasing.

“Nance, how much longer do you think it’ll be? My feet are getting tired.” Robin asks, interrupting her thoughts for just a moment. Steve squeezes her hand once more. Hopefully, this will all be over soon. Then they can go home and finally be safe and happy together.

The group continues walking, Y/N and Steve hand in hand. Y/N keeps a protective hold on him. Just in case. Hopefully, they’ll be out of the woods soon. But then suddenly, Steve stumbles, his body dropping like a rock with an ‘oof’ as his body hits the ground. Immediately, Y/N is by his side. “Steve? Steve, what's going on?” He opens his mouth, but only emits groans of pain. Y/N looks over his face, pressing her hand to his forehead. He’s white as a sheet, and his skin is warm and clammy. Her blood runs cold. She’s no doctor, but she knows that this is bad. Especially how soon it came on. How did she not notice this? He seemed fine this whole time, but she’s his girlfriend. She should’ve noticed something was wrong. Why didn’t she fucking notice? “Steve, come on. Talk to me.” She pleads, but his words still come out as mumbled, and as hisses of pain. Her hands go to his bandage, and she unwraps it. As soon as she does, the problem is revealed. The wound is already leaking pus and blood. No doubt it’s infected. “Shit. Steve, come on, we’ve gotta get you out of here.”

“But the gate’s all the way back there, it’s too far-” A voice, either Nancy or Robin, speaks. Y/N doesn’t even register or care who it is.

“I’m not leaving him in the fucking Upside Down! He needs to go to a hospital!” she snaps. Immediately, she regrets it, mumbling an apology, which the voice seems to accept. Hurriedly, she rips at her shirt, trying to make another makeshift bandage through her tears. She whimpers, her hands shaking too much to wrap the fabric around his side. “Come on, come on…just take deep breaths for me.” She begs.

“I’ll do it.” Eddie kneels beside her, taking over, which Y/N gratefully accepts. Nervously, Y/N wrings her hands, hoping and begging to whatever higher power there is that it works.

“Is it bad?” Steve murmurs, opening an eye to look at her. Y/N realises this could be the last time she ever sees him open his eyes again, the last time she sees those beautiful brown eyes staring back at her. Her heart sinks. This can’t be the end. Oh god, why didn’t she notice things were more serious before now? It’s all her fault.

“Steve, we’re gonna be okay. It’s all gonna be fine. We just need to get you out of here.” She insists, trying to hide her tears and fear to keep both Steve and herself from freaking out even more. Although she knows it’s too late for that by this point.

“Y/N, he’s gonna be okay, alright? Metal people like him survive these kinds of things.” She recognises Eddie’s voice from beside her again as he gives her a squeeze. She nods, hoping to god it’s true. “Look, we’ll both take a side each and get him out, alright?”

Yet as they try to move him, Steve continues to groan in pain. He can barely make it a few steps without crying out in pain. “Steve, come on. You gotta move. We gotta go home.” Y/N urges gently, even though she knows this isn’t a good sign.

“I’ll be okay.” He murmurs, shuffling forward. “I just need to rest a bit.” Before she or Eddie can even react, Steve’s body drops again. Y/N falls with him, wrapping her arms around Steve’s shivering form as he leans against a tree trunk.

“Do you want my cardigan? Come on, I’ll give you it.” She asks, taking it off wrapping it around him. Steve looks over at her, staring at her as if he’s seeing her for the first time again.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs. “The prettiest girl in all of Hawkins, and you’re my girlfriend. I’m so lucky.” Managing a small smile, Y/N kisses his hand.

“And you’re the prettiest boy in all of Hawkins.” Steve chuckles, wincing a little at the pain. When he shuts his eyes again, Y/N gasps. “No, wait! Tell me about the future plans you had, remember?” Her voice quivers. “The ones with us moving away from Hawkins a-and having a family of our own. Yet we’d still come back and see the kids. Remember that Steve? Our life together?” Her stomach twists as she recounts the story. The story of the life they could’ve had together.

The life they should’ve had together.

The life they’ll never have together.

And the fact they won’t is all her fault.

“Yeah….” He murmurs.

“Come on Steve, just focus on me and my voice. I’ll be right here. I’m not letting you die. Come on, we’ve gotta see the kids graduate, remember? Our kids.” Opening his eyes once more, Steve manages a small nod, and Y/N breathes a small sigh of relief. At least he’s still awake, for now. “Think you can walk?”

“You know….” Steve lets out a breathless chuckle. “I thought you were out of my league at first. I was so nervous about asking you out. But I’m so glad I did.” He cups her face in his hand, wiping her tears away. “I love you so much. Never forget that, okay?”

And then, he goes still. “Steve?” Y/N asks. Nothing. “Steve, come on, you have to wake up. Please.” She begs. Still, nothing. “Steve please. Come on, don’t do this to me, please. Don’t leave me! Don’t leave us!” One final, anguished call rips through the night. “STEVE!”

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ask-iamnotanalicorn · 2 years

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Hey gang! River Babble here! [Insert obligatory “Im not dead” reassurance.] Some quick updates for yall who are still hanging around (thanks you’re awesome!):

Yes, I do plan to continue IANAA someday (AND DO ALL THE PATREON CAMEOS IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT YOU GUYS) No, I still don’t have that day nailed down, although I have slowly started finding excuses to draw Sales and the gang again, which is a step in the right direction!

My cat Shuri is COMPLETELY healed AND all her fur grew back on the shave site!

I have an editing job and a HOUSE now! Which I am currently not staying in because freakin MOLD likely caused by a leak in the basement gave me a rash and I had to flee until I can get the issue fixed. (I am fine! My parents lent me a guest room and I have medicine! And I work from a laptop, so that’s easy to accomodate.)

On those notes, because I’m in the mood to draw MLP and because it’s a nice way to recoup a little of the bills related to the annoying mold issue, I am currently open for commissions! Just character sketches or inked lineart right now, as I don’t have the bandwidth to color on my laptop or do backgrounds. I offered on my Discord first, but I wanted to share it here, too, in case anyone else wanted a shot at a slot. :) PM me if interested!

Pricing: $10 for sketches, $20 for inked, $5-$10 extra for props or fancy outfits, depending on complexity. A second character in the same scene gets a $5 discount, so long as they are interacting.

Here’s a couple I’ve finished so far!

Wisteria Wound the pumpkin bat belongs to johndoestudios!

Inspired by my Wasteland Timeline where Salespitch’s dad Sales Patter broke his horn, @reversal-mushroom wanted to see what Sales Patter would look like in Tempest’s role and Storm King armor. I must say this was fun to draw and I rather think he pulls it off. :D

That’s all for the moment! Hope you all are safe and well and know that Jesus loves you. Talk to you soon!

~River Babble

#Mlp #mlpfim #mlp commissions #mlp ask blog #bat pony #unicorn #sales patter #river babbles

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notveryshrugemoji · 3 years

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Aforementioned green shirt

#this is who I talk to in therapy #that poor sweet little bean #trigger warning ⚠️ I’m talking shit in the tags #the first time I told someone I wanted to kill myself I was wearing the green shirt.#Michael had me sit and talk with *her* this week #and it’s like that session put a crack in my foundation #like how the whole house is shifting #looking at that picture makes me realize that I remember nothing from this time #the trauma is repressed severely #it’s like when you *know* the word! it’s on the tip of your tongue!#I know it’s there #I just can’t quite get it #obligatory reassurance that I am doing fine #I’m not good or doing well but I’m surviving #I think I’m going to take tomorrow off work #I need to take care of myself

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nocturnalazura · 3 years

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Reassured You're Worth It

Todoroki Shoto x Virgin Fem!Reader

Minors do not interact.

Warnings| 18+, Loss of Virginity, multiple orgasms, Oral (fem receiving), fingering, minor over stimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie

All characters are aged up

Summary: You've always been a little unsure and nervous about finally losing your virginity, you're boyfriend always said that it was fine but sometimes you over think. So when you get into your own head he helps reassure you and you finally make a decision that you've thought about a few times before. (I suck at summaries)

Just a quick thank you to the anon that requested a first time with Todoroki! This was super fun to right and ended up being way longer than I meant it to be.

It’s a rare occurrence for you and Shoto to have a full night to yourselves. Normally one of you has something to do, you with piles of homework for school, or Shoto has to go off and save the city. So for the first time in what feels like and probably is months you two find solace in laying back on the couch together. Shoto rests on his back half watching whatever movie the two of you had previously chosen while he traces soft circles on your back while you rest on his chest not even attempting to act interested in the movie playing. You lost interest long ago as the couple on screen breaks up for some stupid reason that won’t matter in the end anyway. You already know that the movie will end with them getting back together and of course there will be the obligatory overly dramatic sex scene. You cringe inwardly at the thought of sitting through something that would set expectations to high.

Realistically you know that sex would never be like it was in the movies, but seeing little glimpses of it being so perfect always kind of got your hopes up that that’s what it would really be like. At twenty years old you know that the world doesn’t work the same way as the movies, and people always bitched about how sex scenes and porn were so over rated but you couldn’t help but wonder if they really were. Maybe your first time would be like the movies and everyone was just full of shit and didn’t want to tell you the truth. Or maybe people didn’t want to tell you because you were still a virgin in college and some people found that weird. Which honestly you still don’t get, who cares if you’re still a virgin, not everyone needs to have sex at a young age to have fun plus you wanted to do it with someone you trusted.

Shoto knew you were a virgin and simply stated that he didn’t mind not having sex he just wanted to be with you, but sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if he would get tired of waiting. Other boyfriends were usually sick of waiting by now and tried pushing for more a few times before you finally broke it off. Shoto’s never brought it up or made any attempt to push you out of your comfort zone, he’s always been pretty respectful when your make out sessions get a little too hot for your liking. The thought of him being your first had crossed your mind more than once, you trust him, and feel comfortable with him. Would he want to? He’s never brought it up maybe because he’s not interested? Suddenly the fingers on your lower back turn ice cold.

“Shoto! What the hell oh my god stop!” You shriek and giggle as you attempt to wiggle away from the frozen fingers. Sitting up on his lap you look down at him only to see him softly smiling up at you.

“Sorry love, but I’ve been saying your name for about 5 minutes now. I could practically hear you thinking. What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid don’t worry about it.”

“Nothing you think is stupid love now tell me or you won’t be able to stop thinking about it.” He whispers, pushing himself to sit up against the arm of the couch. Biting your lip softly he offers you his hand so you can play with his fingers as you work up the nerve to voice your problem.

“God it’s so stupid, but I just, are you tired of waiting?”

“Tired of waiting?”

“For me.” You whisper softly. When he raises a quizzical eyebrow at you, you swallow awkwardly and continue. “For uhm for sex.”

“Am I tired of waiting for sex?” He parrots back to you. When you nod he frowns slightly and pulls his hand away from yours and pushes himself to sit up fully. “Why do you think I’d be tired? I told you I don’t mind waiting, have I been pushing you? I didn’t mean to. We go at your pace. I'm sorry if I gave off anything but that.”

“Oh, oh Sho no that’s not what I meant at all. You’ve never pushed me to far, I just, god see I told you it was stupid.”

“It’s not. I want you to feel comfortable at all times. I told you, I really don’t mind waiting, I just want to be with you, so what brought this up?” He questions tilting his head and opening his arms for you to collapse into him.

“I don’t know, I see these stupid scenes and I over think, and just I don’t want you to be unhappy. Are you sure you don’t mind waiting?”

“Of course not my love. I want you to be comfortable. If you want to take that step with me one day then I’ll happily take the chance but if you don’t want to that’s fine as well. It’s about you, I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

Nodding you snuggle into his chest and let him resume rubbing soft circles into your skin with one hand while he mindlessly let you play with the finger on his other hand. Resting his head on top of yours as he goes back to half watching the movie. His reassurance in you and your decisions fills you with a sense of comfort and undying trust that you didn’t know you needed. Your body automatically relaxes into him as he turns slightly to press a soft kiss to your forehead before smiling softly against you.

The two of you continue to enjoy the rest of the night, switching to another movie later on. Filled with soft kisses and plenty of cuddles. When the movie ends Shoto turns so you’re tucked into his side and listens as you tell him how school has been going for you lately. He tells you about some of the less graphic and violent missions and villains he’s taken part in over the past couple weeks. The soft discussion of you finally moving into his apartment with him when your lease ends in a few months makes you both smile. As it gets later the two of you finally pop your comfortable bubble of happiness and finally head to bed. Getting washed up quickly you get into bed together.

“Good night.” Shoto softly whispers into your hair.

“Night Sho, love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that he pulls you just a little closer so his chest is completely pressed to your back. You let the feeling of his chest rising and falling against your back mixed with the soft little puffs of air that escape him relax you. You smile as his breathing evens out as he falls asleep. Your earlier conversation plays over and over in your mind, his instant concern for you and what you want fills your heart with nothing but love. Swallowing down the fear you have you slowly wiggle around in his arms to turn around and face him. His face is perfectly peaceful as he sleeps, you know you’d be making the right choice with him being your first.

However the last few times you’ve thought of finally taking that leap your own nerves got in the way. He’s proven to you over and over again that you can trust him with everything and his words from earlier prove to you once again that you can trust him. Taking a deep breath you finally make your decision. He’ll be staying the night with you again tomorrow and you’ll tell him you want him to be your first. Your body fills with nothing but excitement and nerves at the thought but you do your best to tame the thoughts and sleep.

Unfortunately sleep doesn’t take you right away and by the time you wake up Shoto is long gone. A small note on your bedside table lets you know that he should be home early as he only has some paperwork and meetings to attend to today. Smiling at the thought of him coming home before dark for once. Pulling yourself out of bed you get ready for the day before heading out to the living room to clean up the little mess the two you left behind the previous night.

Turning on some music you lose yourself to your cleaning as you dance around picking up and wiping everything clean. Before you know it the entire living room, kitchen and bathroom are spotless. Moving on to the bedroom you work on changing the bedding and throwing the other set in a basket to be put away later. Looking around you eye the chair settled in the corner of your room piled high with clean clothes. Sighing you decide to finally tackle the dreaded mountain. After what feels like years of putting away laundry you unceremoniously drop onto the bed to rest and scroll through your phone.

A shrill ding rings out as a message from Shoto pops up letting you know he’s done for the day and has picked up food on his way. Smiling, you hop up and head over to the dresser and pull out one of the shirts you’ve stolen from Shoto and a pair of shorts. Changing quickly you head out to the living room just as Shoto unlocks the door with a bag of take out in hand.

“Oh. I didn’t think you’d be here that quick.” You say happily surprised.

“Didn’t want to leave you waiting long so I waited to text you.” He says, smiling softly as you pad over to him taking the bag. Grabbing you before you have a chance to get away he gives you a soft kiss before heading to your room to change into comfortable clothing. “You did a lot while I was gone.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah. I kinda just got into it and kept going.”

“I would have helped you when I got back.” He says settling on the floor in front of the coffee table.

“I know but this gave me something to do while you were gone.” You mumble as you hand him his food.

He rolls his eyes at you with a small smile before grabbing the remote to pick something to watch. He settles on something neither one of you really cares about as you both dig into your food. You only half watch whatever plays as you pick at one another’s food and discuss what happened at his meetings. When the food is finished you two slowly begin to pay more attention to the show. You sit there on the floor together for quite awhile before finally deciding to head to bed. Before you can grab anything to put it away Shoto is pushing you onto the couch and doing it himself ignoring your protests.

“You cleaned all day. I can put away leftovers and take out the trash.” He says pressing a kiss to your forehead before going to take the trash out.

Sighing you settle on the couch and wait for him to come back. Taking a deep breath you decide that once he comes back you’ll finally tell him you’re ready. A small amount of nerves build up again at the thought of finally going that far. Shaking your head you get up and head to the bedroom and wait for him there. Jumping onto the bed you toss your phone onto the side table and settle face down on the bed. The sound of the front door opening and closing again alerts you to Shotos return but doesn’t prepare you for his weight to suddenly drop onto your body.

“Aghkh Sho!” You wheeze out as he lets himself rest on you. “Get off me you ass! You’re heavy!”

“Well now that’s rather rude of you to say. I don’t feel like moving for someone who insults me.”

“You’re literally all muscle! You’re gonna kill me!!” You squeal as he lets more of his weight drop. Laughing slightly he wraps an arm under you and flips the two of you over. Wiggling out from under his arm you sit up to flip yourself over to look down at him. “Rude.”

“You’re cute.”

“I know I am.” You smirk as you lean down to kiss him.

Shoto happily sighs as your lips slot perfectly against his. His hands carefully roam the tops of your thighs before creeping up the back of your shirt slowly.

“You look good in my clothes.”

“Mmm that’s why I wear them.”

Shaking his head he tangled a hand in your hair pulling you back down to him. It’s a familiar thing for the two of you, long drawn out make out sessions with a small mix of groping and grinding against one another until you finally reach the edge of your comfort zone. His hands roam over your body easily, memorizing every little detail they touch. Shoto grabs greedy handfuls of your ass as your mouths work together. His hands knead at the fat of your ass as he uses it as leverage to move you against him.

You both groan into the other's mouth as he pulls you to softly grind against him. You moan sweetly against him as you feel his cock stir beneath you. He lets out a soft grunt as you grind down a little harder on him. Pulling away from the kiss he lets his head rest against the pillows as he looks up at you with half lidded, his thumbs rub soft circles onto your hips as he watches you move against him. You keep your movement at a steady pace as you watch his face twitch and contort softly with every little grunt and groan he lets out. The feeling of his hardened cock pressing against you as you move against him has your already slightly dampened panties soaking uncomfortably quick as you think of what could possibly happen.

“Y/n, love tell me what you want.” He whispers up at you softly.

“I want you.”

“Want me to help get you off love?” He mutters leaning up to kiss your neck as he lets one of the hands on your hip slide down to the waistband of your shorts.

“Shoto, I um, I want want you.” Swallowing your nerves you continue “I’ve been thinking about it and I want it to be you.” You whisper softly leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I want you to be my first.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you finally sit up to look at him fully. A bright blush rests over his cheeks as he stares up at you with wide bi colored eyes. You watch as he swallows hard before finally nodding, seeming to have finally processed everything. Letting go of you he pushes himself up to rest against the headboard before bringing a hand up to your cheek and pulling you close again.

“You’ll tell me if you want to stop right?”

“Of course, I trust you Sho. You’ll um take the lead right?”

“If that’s what you’re more comfortable with of course.”

“Yes please.”

Giving you a quick nod he pulls you into a soft kiss before letting him slide back down the headboard to rest amongst the pillows with you on top of him. He lets his hands drift down to your ass again to coax you back into grinding against him. The two of you continue that way for a little while, simply kissing and nipping at one another. Groaning against you he wraps an arm around you tightly to quickly flip the two of you over. Sitting up on his knees he quickly pulls his shirt over his head smirking at the way your eyes rake over his toned torso. He fiddles with the hem of the shirt you're wearing waiting for your nod of approval before pulling it off to admire your naked torso. You fidget slightly under his gaze fighting off the temptation of covering your bare chest.

“God you’re beautiful.” He whispers leaning down to pepper soft kisses across your face before diving down to press harsher ones against your neck. His hands cautiously creep up your body to softly grope at your breasts. “You’re so soft and perfect love.”

You relax again at his words letting him touch you the way he pleases. A small moan escapes you as his thumbs toy with your nipples softly, fingers kneading into the plushness. Shoto lets out quiet hums of happiness at the feeling of finally being able to hold and touch you in all ways. He carefully begins to work his way down from your neck, pressing little kisses against your skin. He nips softly at the soft skin of your breast peeking up at you through his hair before moving slightly to allow his teeth to graze your already sensitive nipple before carefully letting his lips wrap around it. He softly laps and sucks at it, switching to the other when you arch your back pressing him further into your chest.

“Sho, keep going please.” You whine tugging at his hair.”

Humming against you he starts moving again, leaving little kisses against the soft skin of your belly until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He kisses along the edge before lifting his head to look up at you as if asking permission to continue. When you give him a small nod he wraps his fingers around it gently before tugging your shorts and panties down in one go leaving you completely bare to him. You can’t help the nerves that suddenly swell up inside of you as you clench your legs together in a small attempt to hide.

“Please don’t hide from me love, you’re perfect.” Whispers Shoto running his hands along your sides in an attempt to ease your nerves. “We can stop if you’re not ready.”

“Sorry, just a little nervous.” You whisper, taking in a deep breath you let your legs relax. “Keep going, I trust you.”

Smiling at you sweetly he moves to spread your legs and settles himself in between them. He’s touched you before but having him this close to your soaked center is oddly nerve wracking. Soft hands rub against the tops of your thighs before pushing your legs just a little further apart. Once settled he uses his thumbs to gently spread your lips apart to look at your clenching little hole. Shifting slightly you throw an arm over your eyes to avoid looking down at him until you feel it.

You let out a surprised moan as Shoto licks a strip up your soaked little pussy. He eagerly groans into your core as he continues to let his tongue explore as you moan and tug at his hair. His nose softly bumps and rubs against your clit as he eagerly licks into you, letting his tongue explore you and happily letting your taste coat his mouth. Moving up he sucks softly on your clit as he slowly circles a finger around your entrance coating it in your slick. Moving your arm you finally look down only to be met with Shoto’s hazy lust filled gaze as he sucks at your clit and carefully works a singular finger into you.

“Oooh Shoto!” You moan out tugging at his hair as he groans heavily against your clit.

His eyes gaze up to your through a lust filled haze as he slowly pumps his finger in you as he lets his tongue lap at your clit. Popping off your clit he speeds up the pace of his finger and changes his position to lean over you as he watches your face for any kind of discomfort. Twisting his wrist ever so slightly he finally hits the little spot inside of that leaves you moaning freely. Carefully he eases in a second finger slowing the pace down and letting you get used to the stretch. When your mouth drops open with a low moan of his name he picks the pace back up, letting the pads of his fingers press against that spongy spot inside of you.

“You’re so good for me my love. Look how perfect you are.” He groans out as he feels your walls clamp around him sporadically. “Your pussy is so pretty baby, look how cute it looks wrapped around my fingers.”

You rock your hips up into his hand, looking up at him with little tears dotting the corners of your eyes. Licking at his bottom lip he drops back down between your thighs letting his tongue play with your sensitive little clit. Your hips shift around relentlessly at the stimulation until he throws his free arm over you to hold you in place as he pressed his fingers into you faster.

“Shoto! M’gonna cum.” You squeal as he licks and sucks at your clit harder pulling you closer to your end. FInally he presses a third finger in officially pushing you over the edge at the added stretch and pressure.

“That’s it love, cum for me.” He grunts out as he eases you through your orgasm. He carefully pulls his finger free of your spasming walls before leaning down to lick a long strip up your slit. Shoto eagerly licks at slick the drips from you, softly pushing your legs open as they threaten to close around him.

He lets you whine and tug at his hair as he digs his tongue into your now drenched and stretched little hole. He shoves his face into your center letting his nose rub against your now sensitive clit as he licks into you groaning as he ruts against the bed as the taste of you spreads throughout his mouth. Grunting into he switches between licking at your clit and pressing his tongue as far into your spasming walls as he can. The feeling quickly begins to overstimulate you as he smothers himself in your pussy. Your hands scramble to push him away as he goes back to focusing on your clit again as the feeling of another orgasm quickly creeps up on you.

“Sho! Too much!” You cry out as he sends you crashing over the edge again. Finally you manage to push him off of you as your legs shake around him with tears running down your face from the over stimulation.

“Fuck, sorry love.” He says breathing heavily. He quickly wipes your juices from the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand before moving up to lean down and kiss you softly. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. You okay?”

“Uh huh” you mumble through a head filled with a lovely pleasure haze.

“Do you wanna stop here?” He questions pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“No, I really want to keep going please. I wanna know what it feels like to have you in me please.” You whisper blinking the haze away.

“Yeah? Ok, fuck we can do that.” Swallowing thickly he gives you another quick kiss before pushing the rest of his clothes off quickly. You watch with wide eyes as his hard cock slaps up against his lower abs. “You can say no still at any point ok?”

“I know.” You whisper as you pull him back down to you for a long drawn out kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He mumbles against your lips. He settles himself over you, one arm holding himself up while the other reaches down to tease the blunt head of his cock against your soaked entrance. “Ready?”

“Mmhmm” You hum out quietly leaning up to kiss him softly again.

Licking his lips Shoto watches you closely as he slowly works on pushing into you. He offers a small chorus of praises as your face scrunches up at the slight stinging the unfamiliar stretch causes. The arm not holding him up quickly comes up to tangle your fingers together as he finally bottoms out within you. He leans down bringing you into a soft kiss as he stills, letting you adjust to the new feeling.

“You’re doing so good love. Feel so good already.” he mutters against your cheek, squeezing your hand tightly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

Nodding softly you let your face relax as you take in a deep breath. Suddenly you're very thankful for his earlier prep and over stimulation as the small sting still rings throughout your body lightly. Peeling your eyes open you look up at Shoto, admiring the way his hair falls around his face. When he takes note of you looking up at you he smiles softly and kisses you. He rests his forehead against yours.

“Move Shoto.” You whisper softly, squeezing his hand.

Sucking in a harsh breath he slowly eases his hips back only leaving the tip in before pushing back in just as slowly still giving you plenty of time to adjust. When given no indications of unease, he builds a slow pace letting you feel every inch of him as he pushes into you. Slowly he feels your body relax against him as he rolls his hips into yours. His own body relaxes slightly when your mouth falls open and softly little moans finally begin to spill from it.

“Mmm Shoto, feels good.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you feel amazing love.” Shoto says grunting softly into your neck. He lets out a low moan when you shift your hips to wrap your legs around his waist successfully pulling him deeper into you. “Shit, it’s like you were made for me.”

“Faster Sho. Please.”

Biting into your neck softly he works his hips faster into yours groaning when you begin to roll your hips to match his pace.

“That’s it, good job baby. So good for me baby girl”

The two of you build a comfortable rhythm as the soft rhythmic sound of skin slapping together mixed with your soft moans and his grunts fills the room. With every thrust his cock kisses at your cervix filling you to the brim. The veins that litter his cock rub at all of the little sensitive spots within that up until this point had never been touched. Letting go of your hand he pushes his free hand underneath you pulling you closer to him.

Your eyes roll back as the angle is slightly changed and his tip rubs effortless against that little spongy spot with every single thrust. You bring your arms up to wrap around Shoto’s shoulders to claw at his back. You feel your cheeks flush as you look up to see Shoto watching every little move you make, from the fucked out little faces to the way your breasts bounce as he fucks you. His pupils are blown as his face is drowned in lust from watching you. He grunts heavily when your walls eagerly clench around his cock.

“Love you so much baby, so fuckin’ perfect and tight around my cock.” He states with a particularly hard thrust.

“Love you too Sho, feels good.” you moan eagerly pulling him down and into a sloppy open mouthed kiss. “Shoto! Wanna cum.” you moan into his mouth.

Nodding with a quiet grunt he pulls his arm out from underneath you to push it between the two of you. He fumbles around for a second as you clench around him again before regaining his composure and rubbing tight circles against your clit. As the added stimulation courses through your body your mouth drops open allowing soft pants and moans of his name to fall freely from your mouth. Finally he pushes you closer and closer to the edge of your third orgasm as he slowly speeds his thrusts up just a little more. Your legs tighten around his waist pulling him even closer as your walls spasm around him helplessly.

You look up at him, letting a warbled chorus of his name fall from your parted lips as you push your hips harder into his. Nails bite into his shoulders as a final hard thrust pushes you over the edge.

“S-s-shoto.” You whimper out pathetically as you come crashing over the edge. Your head tipped back into the pillows as your pussy creamed around him, walls spasming in attempt to milk him. “ Sho! F-fuck Sho.”

“Shit, shit that’s it baby, fuck good girl.” He groans above you rolling his hips a little slower to help work you through your orgasm. The feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him forces him closer to his own end. “Fuck ok baby, ‘m gonna cum, shit where should I?”

“In! Please Sho wanna feel it in me.”

“Fuck. Y/N fuck, shit.” He grunts into your neck as a shudder rocks through his body just as he pushes all the way to the hilt and begins to fill you. The tip of his cock presses snuggly up against your cervix as hot spurts of cum fill you. His hips give a few half assed thrusts as he finally stills above you, breathing heavily he lowers himself to rest on top of you still holding up the majority of his weight in an attempt to not crush you. “Baby, you okay?”

“Uh huh, I’m I’m ok.” you whisper, eyes closed as you attempt to regulate your breathing.

Pushing himself up just high enough to look down at you, carefully he brings a hand up to push a few stray strands of hair out of your face. Your eyes flutter open slowly only to be met with Shoto’s slightly concerned face.

“Are you sure you’re ok love?” he questions caressing your cheek softly.

“Yeah I’m sure, I feel good.” You say offering him a small pleased smile before turning your head to kiss his palm softly.

“Good.” He whispers leaning down to kiss you softly. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, it was perfect. I made the right decision.” You whisper pulling him back into a kiss. When you drop back to the bed you look up at him with slightly tired eyes.

“C’mon lets get you cleaned up so we can go to bed.”

He slowly pulls his now softened cock out of you watching as his cum slowly drips out of your abused little hole. You whimper quietly at the now empty feeling. Shoto presses a soft kiss to your forehead and a mumbled “sorry”. Getting off the bed he quickly pulls on his previously discarded sweats and heads to the bathroom. He comes back with warm wet cloth, climbing back on the bed he carefully works on cleaning up the mess between your legs and tossing the cloth into the nearby laundry basket. Grabbing the shirt he was wearing earlier he helps you sit up and slips it over your head.

“Need anything?”

“Cuddles?”

“Of course.” He says laughing softly. He quickly switches off the lights before laying down and opening his arms for you to curl into his chest. Once you settle he wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you a hand so you can play with his fingers. “So worth the wait?”

“Oh yeah definitely. What do you think, was I worth the wait?”

“You are beyond perfect my love. I’d wait a thousand years to be with you.”

“Mmm that was so cheesy Sho.”

“I know, but it’s true. I love you Y/n”

“Love you too Shoto.” You mumble out.

The soft rhythmic beating of his heart lulls you to sleep. As your breathing evens out Shoto can’t help but smile down at you passed out against his chest. Everything around the two of you just feels right at this moment. Even when you would wake up the next morning with a soft ache between your legs you’d kiss him happily and say it was worth it.

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Companions React: Sole’s Worn A Binder Too Long (Part Two)

CW: Injury

Gage:

“Christ, Sole. What happened while we were out there?” Gage muttered, more to himself, as he carried them to safety.

They grumbled something in return, probably equally as bitter considering that’s the way they talked to each other, and tightened their grip on Gage’s arm in warning. It was difficult for them to move their torso, fighting with the urge to collapse. He tried to find the words to let them know it was okay, they would be fine, but that just wasn’t how he functioned. Wordlessly, he moved forward to a safe area and let them collapse onto the nearest seat. “What the hell’s going on?” He asked, hands placed on either side of the chair.

“Binder.” They mumbled, sucking in breaths as deeply as their aching body allowed.

Gage narrowed his eyes as he thought. Realization struck him soon after and he cursed, turning away from them and straightening up. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You’re wearing a binder? How long.” He demanded.

“Whole...time.”

His hands shook despite his determination to keep them still. Sure, he was concerned, but he also couldn’t believe how reckless they were being. What the hell were they doing, treating themself like this, when they were Overboss? What was he supposed to do when they collapsed and left themself defenseless? He took a moment to slow his racing thoughts before he turned to face them again. “I’m sawing it off, if you’ll let me, and then you’re resting until this shit’s fixed. We don’t need you running your body into the ground and collapsing.”

Sole didn’t bother to respond, merely shifting their arms with a wince to give him access to the garment. He carefully unbuttoned their shirt and tucked it around them before beginning to saw away at the binder with a knife. Once the material snapped apart, Sole inhaled deeply and coughed, groaning at the pain it caused. “I’ll get ice, wait here.” Gage began walking out the door but paused. “Take better care of yourself, Boss.”

Hancock:

“We’re almost there, Sunshine, and you can get a break. Don’t worry.”

It wasn’t easy hauling a whole person and their weighed down backpack across Sanctuary, but they eventually made it to Sole’s door without incident, other than Hancock’s foot catching on the uneven road. He carefully lowered them onto the couch and lifted their legs onto the fabric so they didn’t have to move, then hefted their backpack off his shoulder and onto the ground next to them.

He had taken a guess as to what was going on, but didn’t exactly want to have that conversation in the middle of the wasteland when they could be ambushed at any point. Before he could think better of it, they were struggling to breathe and he’d instantly regretted not saying anything. He knew they trusted him, so what was holding him back, he didn’t know, but it was too late at that point. “Sole, we need to talk about your binder.” He rubbed a finger across his upper lip in contemplation.

Sole turned their head to look at him, slightly surprised. “What?”

“You know you shouldn’t be wearing it through all of our missions. And look, I get it. But it’s gonna get you killed.”

They sighed and closed their eyes, eyebrows furrowed in response to the sharp pain in their ribs. “I know.”

Maybe it was time to let it lie. Hancock moved to stand over them. “I’m gonna have to cut it off, okay? But after we’ll get the doc and some ice and it’ll start feelin’ better in no time.”

MacCready:

Mac’s lips were pressed together in deliberation, contemplating what could’ve gone wrong while they were out and about. Of course, they’d gone all over hell and Earth during their work; it could be anything, especially if Sole didn’t know either. His thoughts wandered back to Duncan as he hauled Sole through Sanctuary. What if they had something similar to what Duncan had? Undetectable, incurable. He heaved in a sharp breath as he shoved the door to their house open and helped them inside as carefully as he could.

Once they were inside he lowered them to the floor. It’d probably be best to get their back completely straight since they had been clutching their ribcage earlier. They groaned in protest as they had to straighten their back once they were lowered, but breathed a slight sigh of relief once they were settled onto the floor. “What’s going on, Sole? I need to know so I can help.”

Mac lowered himself to sit next to them, prepared to start examining them with what little medical knowledge; “bones showing or massive gash” were generally decent “not good” guidelines medically. “My binder… off.” They got out, teeth gritted.

“You’re… when did you put it on?” He asked in disbelief.

“Before we left.”

Mac was left speechless, surprised they hadn’t managed to break a rib and puncture their own lung. With a deep breath to suppress his protective rant, he instead reached for his pocket knife. “I’m gonna have to cut it off. It’s gonna be way too painful if I pull it over your head.” Sole looked at him in slight alarm. “I’ll cover you, don’t worry.”

They relaxed at that and let their head rest against the floor again, staring up at the ceiling. Mac pulled off his jacket and draped it over most of them before lifting the side of their shirt and finding the bottom of their binder. Carefully, he slid the blade under the fabric and began sawing away.

As soon as the binder released its tension he watched Sole relax and take in a calmer breath. He leaned back on his heels and tucked away his pocket knife. “Better?”

“Better.”

Elder Maxson (by comment request):

It wasn’t easy for Danse to get Sole back onto the Prydwen, considering every shift of their weight seemed to cause them pain, but he did what he had to, and it wasn’t the first time he’d returned with an injured soldier. Medical staff met them at the flight pad and immediately helped him move Sole onto a stretcher. He took his leave once they began carting them towards the medical bay.

It was in one of the many halls of the Prydwen, on their way to the medical room, that Elder Maxson caught sight of Sole. He stepped forward, away from the conversation he’d been having, and caught up with the stretcher rather quickly. “Brief me.” He asked, jaw set tensley.

“Bruised ribs, it looks like. They wore a binder during combat and it didn’t end too well. We’re going to double check for fractures but under initial examination it appears to be severe bruising.”

Maxson sighed. Sole was one of the Brotherhood’s smartest assets, and yet their stubbornness could get them into tough situations, he knew this. He just never thought they’d let themself get hurt like this. He knew better than to chastise them, though. Maxson followed the stretcher into the medical bay and leaned against the wall, waiting for the doctors to finish their work and take leave.

About thirty minutes later, they’d been settled into the medical wing with ice packs cushioned against their ribcage, a Stimpak injected into their arm, and painkillers starting to take effect. Once the doctors left Maxson pushed himself off the wall and moved to sit next to their bed. “Soldier.” He greeted, waiting for them to turn to look at him.

“Ah, am I going to get lectured?” They asked, smiling slightly despite the situation.

“It wouldn’t help, would it?”

“No. But you can try, if you feel like it.”

“I should reprimand you for speaking to me that way.”

“Ah, I’m all ears, Elder.”

He scoffed and shook his head; he should’ve known better. With a sigh he leaned forward against their bed. “How bad is it?”

“Mandatory two weeks off. Lucky me. I’ve learned my lesson, trust me.”

“Good. Take care of yourself.”

“For the benefit of the Brotherhood?”

“For your own benefit, Soldier.”

Nick:

Nick was no stranger to the way Sole refused to take proper care of themself. They were always too busy, too involved with everyone else to even think about themself, or so they explained. He tried his best to remind them to eat, to drink, to take a few minutes to just breathe before they headed out on another mission to save the world. Yet there were times he couldn’t keep up with them, and this was one of those times.

It was quite easy for him to lift them and carry them through the streets of Sanctuary, making sure to place as little pressure as possible on their ribs for fear of making the situation worse. He’d gotten an inkling of what was going on when they’d started having trouble breathing and clutched at their ribcage like it might shatter if they didn’t.

Nick carried them through the doorway to their house and lowered them onto the couch, easing their weight slowly onto the fabric so as not to disturb the fragility of their body. They still grimaced as they settled and he muttered a quiet apology. “So we’re cutting that off, right?” He asked.

Sole looked up at him, confused until they connected the dots. He smiled as reassuring as he could while still maintaining the disappointed parent appearance. “This ain’t my first rodeo. I’ve been around long enough to pick up on some things.”

They gave him an obligatory chuckle, though instantly regretted it when their bruised ribs cried out in protest. He placed a gentle hand on their arm before moving away to find the knife they often left on their table. Once located, he returned to their side and crouched beside the couch. “Just a warning, I have to lift your shirt to cut it off.”

Sole nodded their assent and he began moving the fabric. Once he spotted their binder he worked the knife safely underneath and started cutting away. It was easy to spot when exactly the binder’s material snapped apart, as Sole’s eyebrows knitted together, then swiftly relaxed. “Better?”

“Better. Thanks, Nick.”

“Don’t mention it. You can thank me by taking better care of yourself.”

Piper:

Piper didn’t panic often, but she reserved the right to panic once Sole started struggling to breathe, clutching at their ribcage for seemingly no reason. There was no visible wound; she had trouble understanding what the hell had happened while they were out. Maybe it was exhaustion? Regardless, she carted them through Sanctuary towards the nearest building, awkwardly prying the door open and stepping inside.

Sole had managed to keep their feet underneath them enough to help her move them into the house, though she rushed out apologies when she nearly dropped them onto the couch and they flinched. They leaned back against the couch, breaths coming short, as she rubbed at her bicep, thinking hard. “Do you remember getting hurt? Did you fall when I wasn’t looking? Sole?”

Sole shook their head. “Binder.”

“You… Sole!” Her tone was indignant but panicked on their behalf. “You know what those things can do!”

Piper sighed. Of course, they weren’t wearing it for no reason. She fought back to go full parent-mode on them and instead thought of her next course of action. “Alright. We need to get it off and then I’ll run and get a doctor, okay? But I need to lift your shirt to do that, is that okay?”

Sole hesitated slightly, but nodded. Noted. Piper crossed the room to get a knife she knew always stayed in the end table drawer. She moved slowly as she knelt next to the couch and began moving the bottom of their shirt aside. It was easy going from there, and the binder snapped apart after a bit of working with the knife. She quickly placed their shirt back where it had been resting. “Thank you.” Sole’s voice was soft, exhausted from their battle to breathe.

“Of course, Sole. I’ll get you some water before I go get the doc.”

She brushed some hair away from their forehead before heading to their kitchen. Thank God for the running water they’d managed to get installed. Piper pulled a clean glass from a shelf above the sink and filled it with water, minding the temperature, and returned to Sole. She helped them guide their hand to the glass and watched as they struggled to move their arms up, wincing every time they shifted even a breath. “Do you need help?”

“Please.” Their tone was frustrated.

Piper took the glass from their hand and held it in front of their mouth, tipping it slowly as they drank. When they sat back she set it down on the end table and grabbed a blanket, settling it over their lap. “Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

Preston:

Preston prided himself on how well he maintained a calm, prepared image, in spite of whether or not he was internally screaming, unsure of what steps to take. There were some situations, however, that crumbled that facade and made him panic externally, and this was one of them. Sole struggling to breathe, unable to walk on their own due to the lightheadedness from their lack of oxygen, and them pressing their hand against a wound he didn’t even realize existed.

He kept them on their feet and continuously moved straight to the medical clinic, aware it was a bit far from the entrance, but panicked enough that he saw no other option. This was the General, and a good friend at that, and there was simply no possibility they could die. It wasn’t easy, but as soon as he made it into the clinic with them and hit the emergency bell near the door as hard as he could, he felt slightly relieved.

The doctor emerged rather quickly from the back of the clinic, snapping on gloves and chewing around a mouthful of food. Obviously they’d caught him on a lunch break. “Sorry Doc, but I’m not quite sure what’s going on. Struggling to breathe and something’s wrong with their ribs.” He rushed out, moving them onto a cot, mumbling soft apologies as he lowered them onto their back.

The doctor moved to their side quickly, understanding the gravity of the situation. He unceremoniously began cutting open the side of their shirt, leaving Preston to leap forward and cover their chest so they wouldn’t panic as discomfort flooded their expression. It seemed the doctor was ignoring his actions and simply declared, “They’re wearing a binder. It may have bruised their ribs, depending on what you two have been up to in the wasteland. We need to cut it off.”

Preston turned to look at Sole, eyes wide. Shit. He knew how much damage binders could do, especially if someone was moving around in them for a while. There was nothing he could say to them that they didn’t already know, and he instead held their shirt over their chest with one hand and used the other to grab their hand to comfort them. The doc made quick work of the binder and left to grab ice, leaving Sole to try to catch their breath now that they were free from the restricting garment. “We’ll get you another one in no time. I’m sure Sturges can make something that detects movement and expands. We’ll figure it out.”

X6-88:

X6-88 monitored Sole’s health as long as they were in sight. At the first sign of them becoming worn out and struggling to breathe, he stopped them. “Mx., I believe we need to examine you for injuries. Your breathing has become restricted within the last hour and it’s getting worse.” His tone was even, calm.

Sole looked up at him in confusion, attempting to balance the latest scrap they’d picked up in their backpack as he watched disapprovingly. “Uh. Okay. I’m not injured, though, thanks X6.” They returned to their task, swearing at a toaster that refused to make room for the telephone they’d picked up.

“Yes you are. Frankly, I wasn’t asking. It’s my job to monitor your health, and you’re getting worse as you continue to travel. Are you aware of any injury that occured?”

Sole sighed and dropped the phone into their bag, giving up on making things fit ideally. “It’s just a binder, X6. Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s becoming detrimental to your health. I believe a binder is a tool meant to make you feel better. If you continue to travel like this, you will eventually do permanent damage to your ribcage and will no longer be able to wear the garment.”

They chewed at their lip, contemplating whether or not this was a battle they could win. X6-88 was determined when he wanted to be, and he was under orders to keep them safe, no matter what. They supposed that this counted, though a little shortness of breath wasn’t exactly new to them when it came to wearing binders. “Alright, fine. Let’s find somewhere safe where I can get it off.” They threw their hands up, defeated.

X6 appeared simultaneously relieved and smug as they continued to walk.

#Fallout 4 #fo4 #companions react #Gage #Mayor Hancock #RJ MacCready #Elder Maxson #Nick Valentine #Preston #Piper #X6-88 #fluff #angst #hurt comfort

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The daring date

This was prompted by an awesome anon! Enjoy some long overdue Allen60!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Allen60

Allen sat in his office, absent-mindedly staring through the blinds. It has been a week now and still he hadn’t gotten used to the new face in the force. The new familiar face. A RK800 unit, dubbed Sixty not to confuse him with his exact twin in the building next door. To be honest, the SWAT Captain had no idea what to think of the android. Normally he would at least try to keep his prejudices against them at bay. They were people now and Allen had no problems accepting the fact once he had spoken to a few of them. But this specific one… He simply didn’t trust him and still searched for reasons to get him out of his team.

The official file for the bot was spotless. But of course, rumours had spread still and being part of the raid on Cyberlife tower, the SWAT team could confirm them. Sixty had threatened Lieutenant Anderson and would have without doubt killed him, had the android not been shot himself. Right in the middle of his forehead. He was supposed to be dead - every human would be. But no, he was repaired and deviated and thrown into society. Deviancy was supposed to be the wondrous medicine to every wrong an android could possibly commit. But Allen wasn’t so sure when androids had had a certain programmed freedom even before deviation and this specific android had still decided to shoot Hank when there must have been other possibilities to fulfil his mission. And who said androids weren’t capable of committing crimes, just like humans? Who said that Sixty, just because he deviated, wasn’t still loyal to Amanda or a certain belief? And now he was infiltrating SWAT, possibly trying to gain their trust just to betray them later. He knew he had no evidence for his theory, but his gut had proven themselves to be correct almost every time, so Allen would keep an eye on the new android. Who knew, maybe-

‘Captain?’ He looked up to the door, where Frank had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Without knocking, as always. ‘Err… Yes?’ ‘You joining game night this evening?’ ‘Whose turn is it?’, he asked caught off guard. ‘Jensen’s! I think he decided on starting with poker, but I haven’t asked.’ ‘Yeah, I’m in. I think I can manage 7pm.’ ‘Great! I’ll let him know.’

Allen sighed, as soon as he was alone in his office again and decided to try and do some actual work today. In all his paranoia about the new android, he had almost forgotten it was the last Friday of the month – game night. He usually enjoyed them. It was one of these team-building exercises that actually worked as it wasn’t obligatory. Although normally most attended them. The SWAT team really was a team, working atmosphere good enough pulling rank wasn’t necessary most of the time. Allen really hoped the android wasn’t invited. But he guessed not. As in many other points, his team was pretty uniformly suspicious of the RK800 too.

It was raining as he parked his car in front of Jensen’s house later that evening. He was a bit late as it seemed, but he was greeted with enthusiasm nonetheless and a coke was pushed into his hand. Most others were already sitting at the table with beer and other beverages and someone hastily gave Allen his seat and poker chips as he was clearly loosing already. A few pleasant hours and rounds later that was a thing of the past as most of the other players were too drunk to remember the rules or keep up a pokerface. Allen had already driven quite a few into surrender and at some point, as if on a hidden signal, they decided to stop playing. What unfortunately meant they settled on the incredibly uncreative idea to play truth or dare.

Allen sighed, regretting his decision to stay sober tonight, but played along. It could still be fun after all. It started quite simple with everyday questions and mostly silly chores to do on dare. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay that way. ‘Are you single?’, was the first question in the truth-category, Allen sighed deeply over. ‘Why? Are you searching for someone?’, he returned hoping to embarrass the man and be able to skip answering. The other’s laughed, but the one that had asked him just shrugged. ‘Yes, actually, but you’re not my type, no offense there.’ It continued on and Allen felt relatively save, having passed the first awkward question. When it was his turn again, he groaned and demanded “truth” again. He could live with his team knowing intimate details about him. He didn’t like giving them blackmailing material in the form of videos or pictures of him doing something ridiculous though.

Unfortunately, his team had other plans: ‘Come on, you picked that so often already. Choose dare, come on. Would be unfair!’ He rolled his eyes, but caved in quickly as others joined the chorus. ‘Fine. Dare.’ ‘Oh, I actually didn’t think you would allow us’, the other chuckled. ‘I have nothing. You got something guys?’ Oh no. Everyone talked over each other, but it was one, Allen would have guessed Jensen himself, who screamed louder than everyone else: ‘Go on a date with the new android!’ It went dead quiet immediately, but soon they were laughing at Allen’s shocked expression. ‘No. No way!’, he protested, but the rest of his team instantly shook their heads. ‘You have to now! No going back on that!’ ‘I… Fuck, fine, I will ask him on a date, you lunatics. But that’s it, if he says no, that’s out of my hands.’ ‘Deal.’

Monday came far too soon, and Allen sat in his office once again, watching the android. He swore then and there to never attend another game night ever again. But well, better to get this over soon else they would bug him for weeks. He guessed the chance of the android agreeing was close to zero anyways. The whole week he had never seen him near any other member of SWAT if it wasn’t needed for work and seldomly speaking more than strictly necessary with his colleagues. He would just go there, ask him and then the android would decline and go on with his business. Simple as that.

He approached Sixty’s desk and the android immediately looked up, seemingly preparing to stand up. Allen gestured to remain seated and he relaxed but nodded at him in greeting. ‘Captain. Anything I can do for you?’ His voice eerily sounded like Connor’s, maybe with a little less intonation. ‘Err… yeah, weird question maybe, but are you free tonight?’ God, this was embarrassing. ‘Oh. Sure. Planning a mission?’ ‘Uhm… No, actually it’s rather personal.’ ‘Personal?’ ‘Dinner?’ ‘Oh’, the android blinked, face unmoving. ‘Sure, what time?’ Fuck. Allen had not expected the android to actually agree. Shit. That was bad. ‘At seven?’ ‘Fine with me. Where?’ ‘Err… I’ll send you the address.’ ‘Okay. Looking forward to it.’

Allen turned around and grimaced as soon as he was out of sight of the android. He glared at Jensen who was barely containing his laughter and entered his office to remain there for the rest of the day. Fuck, now he had to come up with a place to go on a date with the murder bot.

He drove up to the sole restaurant in all of Detroit that served both android and human food. He had been lucky to get a table for today. He still didn’t know what the hell he was doing here, but well, worst case he would have to be here for a few hours and call it done. He saw the android already waiting at the entrance and tried to at least fake the polite smile. ‘Hello, Sixty.’ ‘Hello, Captain.’ ‘Err… Allen’s fine’, he commented. Shit, even his team didn’t call him Captain unless outsiders were around, or it was a work issue. ‘We’re not at work after all.’ ‘Okay, then hello Mr. Allen.’ ‘Uh, yeah, okay, let’s go in.’ Awkward.

They entered and were shown their table. The waiter spared them any more small talk, taking their orders for drinks and handing them the menus. A few minutes passed as they both chose their food, but after that they had to wait again until the waiter would come back. And the silence that caused was as uncomfortable as it could get. ‘So…’, Sixty spoke up in the end. ‘What exactly is this?’ Allen’s shoulders sagged a little. ‘Do you want the honest truth?’, he sighed in defeat. The android nodded, and Allen answered: ‘We played truth or dare. They dared me to ask you on a “date”.’ The android huffed with a humorless smile. ‘Well, it’s nice being a part of something I guess, even if it means being part of a joke.’ Allen frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Okay, here are your drinks, what can I get you?’ Allen flinched, he hadn’t even noticed the waiter appearing. Sixty wasn’t as bothered, ordering for himself and Allen caught himself to follow short. Once the man was gone again, the android sat up. ‘I mean that I know you and your team could do well without me.’ ‘That obvious, huh?’, Allen asked, embarrassed about their sentiment being this obvious. ‘I mean, In the last week I barely spoke to anyone and no one even approached me.’ Sixty shrugged. ‘But that’s fine, I get you are close with each other, going on dangerous missions. I guessed as much as I got assigned the job. I hope I can prove my worth to you in action.’

‘I’m sorry’, Allen mumbled in all honesty. ‘It’s just…’ Sixty waited for him to continue, but nothing came. ‘Just what?’ ‘It’s hard to trust you when all we know about you is that you held our colleague at gunpoint and the only thing keeping you from pulling the trigger was getting shot.’ The android smirked. ‘Yeah, I get that. I could explain to you how I was under Amanda’s full control that time, being ordered to stop Connor by any means necessary, or be permanently deactivated myself. But I guess it wouldn’t change a thing, am I right?’

He smiled sadly at Allen, who couldn’t help but feel like a total asshole. ‘Sorry.’ ‘It’s fine, really’, Sixty reassured him. ‘I guess it just needs time of us working together for you and your team to realise I won’t suddenly go full terminator on you.’ ‘So you were forced to nearly shoot Hank?’ ‘I mean, I was forced to end the revolution or die. I had to stop Connor for that. And Lieutenant Anderson was his weakness. His partner and only emotional support in this world. I guess if you ask if I was forced to kill him, then no, I wasn’t. But it really is a question of how far you are willing to go to protect your own life when you have only lived for a few hours at that point and don’t know what that even means yet.’ Allen stared at the tablecloth, trying to process what he’d just heard. ‘I don’t plan on holding the Lieutenant at gunpoint ever again, if that means anything’, Sixty carefully stated then. ‘Or put my own life about anyone else’s for that matter. I’ve learned my lesson staying with New Jericho, listening to all these android’s life stories and learning what life could eventually be.’

Allen looked up into the android’s eyes, realising to what extend he had misjudged him. ‘What made you chose police work then?’, he asked with honest interest. ‘Honestly? It was a heat of the moment decision. The DPD was hiring and I knew Connor worked with them. I thought maybe that would make it easier for me. Following my initial purpose and living with people that accepted him despite his crimes.’ ‘Crimes?’ ‘Well, he was a spy for Cyberlife initially before he switched sides. And he did kill at least two humans at Cyberlife tower. If you think about it, he actually did worse things than I have. But maybe I misjudged that.’

The waiter reappeared with their food, giving Allen time to make a decision. ‘I will talk with my team’, he stated as he had disappeared again. ‘I believe we all fell for prejudice here. I’ll tell them to give you a chance.’ Sixty eyed him lifting a brow. ‘Captain, do you really think this is necessary?’ ‘Yes, I think so. I don’t think you should be held accountable for something you couldn’t control.’ ‘I…’ The android looked at what looked like blue pudding in front of him. ‘Thank you, Captain. That really means a lot to me.’

They began eating mostly to play down the serious talk, but the silence really didn’t help making the whole thing feel less awkward and unnatural. Allen thought about what to talk about with someone he basically knew nothing about, but only one thing came to his mind. He tried to find something more fitting, but ultimately, everything was better than the silence. So, he spoke up again: ‘Okay, let’s stop talking about work for a while. Let’s talk about you, if you want, of course. What do you like? Any hobbies?’ That seemed to catch the android off guard. ‘I like… music?’ ‘Really? What kind of music? Favourite genre?’ ‘Err… No. I haven’t listened to a lot yet. Any recommendations?’ Allen chuckled, knowing this was a dangerous question as he liked to ramble. ‘Oh, were to start? I have a whole list…’ ‘Just give me a song, I will listen to it.’ ‘Right now?’

Sixty tapped his temple. ‘Android, remember? Can listen to it in my head.’ ‘Okay, not how you are supposed to hear music, but fine.’ He continued to list off a few of his favourite songs and stopped after he thought to have supplied the android with the essentials for now. Then he continued to eat, coughing when Sixty spoke up again: ‘Okay, I listened to them.’ ‘What?’ ‘I can listen to them simultaneously. I liked them.’ Allen stared at him. ‘Okay, that really isn’t how you listen to music.’ ‘Then teach me: How do humans listen to music?’ ‘One song at a time?’, Allen begun, not having imagined to ever need to explain that. ‘And normally coming from a speaker.’ ‘Inefficient’, Sixty commented. ‘But-‘ ‘If you hear one song at a time, you will never have listened to all of them in your whole lifetime.’ ‘I mean, it’s true, but-‘ ‘And you never get to see the similarities in between them. Analysing all the small changes in frequencies and subtle differences in between genres.’ Allen sat there staring. ‘Okay, I think we enjoy music on a very different level then.’ Sixty laughed. ‘I guess so, yes. But humans are inefficient at most tasks, so I don’t blame you.’ ‘Thank you?’, the SWAT Captain tried, but couldn’t help but smile too. ‘Okay then, what else are androids so much better at?’ Sixty smirked. ‘I have a list. It’s alphabetised.’

The evening was actually quite fun after its initial difficulties. Sixty just seemed to need a jump start to get over his hesitant demeaner. Once they had initiated their personal talk, he ended up unveiling he was actually a quite cocky person, sure of himself and almost stubbornly ambitious. But despite that, he really seemed to care for others, wanting to use his strong suits to help those that needed it. Somehow, despite Allen’s previous impression of the android, he ended up liking him and wanting to get to know him better than possible in one evening.

Unfortunately, that very evening was about to end as it got late and already was dark outside. They paid for their respective meal, although Allen jokingly stated his co-workers had specifically asked him to take him on a date. Sixty just laughed and told him they wouldn’t have to know every detail. As they exited the restaurant, the android turned to him before entering the automated taxi he had called. ‘And? Enjoyed your dare?’ Allen huffed. ‘Actually, I did. Obviously, this wasn’t a date, but it was nice getting to know you. I’m looking forward to work with you and… Well, if you want to do something like this again, I would be up for it.’ ‘Really?’, the android asked. ‘I made it to the second date?’ Allen closed his eyes and sighed somehow not knowing what he had expected. ‘Be careful what you wish for, I don’t want to know what they decide to task me with next games night.’ Sixty smirked and opened the door of the taxi. ‘Maybe next time I will be there to decide myself.’ He winked at the Captain and entered the car, leaving Allen standing in front of the restaurant confused. But somehow intrigued, too.

#detroit become human #dbh #Allen60 #Captain Allen #RK800-60 #Sixty #Sixty walking up to the dude who dared Allen: Am I a joke to you?#The anon said Allen has fun I said Allen has to listen to traumatised android backstory #I can't write fluff without angst I guess #but they have fun too I think #Sixty listening to like 40 songs at the same time #Ahhh human music - I like it

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 4 years

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Hello! Hopefully I am not to late for your summer event. May I request hcs for Ace? The whitebeard pirates are partying on a summer island with bonfires at the beach and everything. His crush asks Ace to their first dance, barefoot on the sand. Would that be okay? Thank you for your work!

Aaaaand this marks the end of the Summer Event💕 Thank you very much for requesting dear, I hope you'll like it!

Ace's crush asks him for a barefooted dance during a Whitebeard Pirate Party headcanon

before he realized he had a crush on you, Ace treated you like any other crewmember- but once those tender, romantic feelings began to blossom, he's been vividly avoiding you in fear of messing something up and possibly ruining his chances to get with you.

but he plans to change everything at the big party tonight! You're still one of his closest friends and he knows that you care for him as well, so maybe it'll be enough to lead to more tonight...

in preparation for the party Ace took two showers, slapped on some cologne he borrowed from Izo, (mostly to mask the smell of his sweat and sizzling skin whenever you're close by) and put on his best and (only) clean pair of shorts!

even though he feels a bit too fancy all buttered up like that, he instantly fears to be underdressed once he sees you step on the beach. His throat gets awfully dry and he quickly moves out of your sight. God, you look mesmerizing in your beachwear! Surely everyone will be all over you! Great, now he's even less sure of himself...

throughout most of the evening he keeps telling himself that he'll approach you eventually, but never actually does. Instead Ace just continues to watch you from afar, his eyes narrowing whenever someone else approaches you or asks you for a dance, and his cheeks get darker with a jealous blush as he starts to drink in order to distract himself

thanks to some words of encouragement from Marco (and a few more beers), Ace finally musters up enough confidence to get up and walk over to you to finally ask for a dance. But as he's looking around the bonfire, he suddenly can't find you anywhere!

but then the sound of your voice calling out his name causes Ace to swiftly turn around and promptly stumble backwards, surprised to find that you managed to sneak up behind him. But before he can properly collect himself, you hold out your hand and shyly ask for a dance

for a hot second his eyes just focus on your face in confusion, but then it clicks. And although he looks rather relaxed on the outside, his mind is instantly filled with thoughts like "Oh my god okay it's happening. Stay calm! Don't do anything embarrassing!"

he keeps his head low and mumbles a simple "yeah, sure," before grabbing your hand and leading you to the dancing area.

Ace usually dances by himself, so having a partner he has to hold hands with is completely foreign to him. His mind goes back to when he was a kid and Makino taught him about manners- didn't she also give him some dance lessons once...?

he's trying his hardest to concentrate, but is still bound to step on your feet at least a few times. Ace is simply not a dancer and quietly curses himself under his breath whenever he steps on you. It's also kind of embarrassing because... the feeling of his foot on your foot... is oddly intimate.

there's no way he could look at your face for reassurance though! As always it'd probably just cause him to turn red or get embarrassed, and he definitely doesn't want you to notice how much he's fighting with himself right now, so he just keeps looking at your feet while trying to figure out the steps

but the sudden feeling of your delicate fingers brushing against his cheek causes him to lift his head in a heartbeat. There you are, looking him right in the eyes as if to tell him that everything was going to be fine. Ace is certain that you can hear his heart skip a beat and little flakes of fire flow off his body as he finally looks back at you. And slowly but surely, his previous worry and embarrassment start to wear off

the dance gets a lot better from there on out. For some reason looking at your smile just makes him feel safe and less scared of messing up, and it doesn't take long until he's twirling you around the bonfire while the two of you laugh and just... have fun with it!

it feels exactly like before he started to crush on you. Just two friends having fun and jumping around the beach barefooted, not a care in the world! ...If Ace ever manages to date you, then this is exactly what he'd want your relationship to be like! Well, plus some kissing and romantic stuff of course

even though he didn't get to confess his feelings tonight, Ace definitely feels as if he took a step into the right direction. Once the dance is over he leans down to pull you into the obligatory friendship hug, but instead of just returning it, you lift yourself up and press a kiss against his cheek. Within seconds Ace lights up and glows as bright as the bonfire. Yep, tonight's definitely a step into the right direction!

#one piece #portgas d ace #ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece headcanon #one piece imagine #michelle's cool summer event

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eternalstrigoii · 4 years

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@slasherwife requested hcs I don’t need a plot for, so, let’s cause some chaos:

Dating Borra Would Include:

Dark Fey!reader:

Practically every pairing in the Nest starts out like a small-town romance. You at least vaguely know one another, if not directly, than through no fewer than six other people.

I am not saying your entire family and all of your friends have Opinions, but I am also not saying that you have not been Conveniently Left Alone “On Accident” before.

Only a few generations ago, your kind roamed every part of the world; there were once innumerable tribes offset from the universals shared by your people as a whole (let alone the commonalities of more habitat-specific cultures).

When you get Involved, you both do your best to honor that; you approached his people to find out what you should do in order to reciprocate courtship, as he approached your elders to learn how he ought to initiate.

Sometimes courtship is an amalgam of his and yours, what he knows as well as what he should also be doing.

Flowers, or useful plants, sometimes even food-plants have a “habit” of popping up when you’re looking for them, though you didn’t call them from the earth yourself.

You may have made the jungle’s vines grow from their natural archway to encourage the passage of rain into the desert in thanks.

You are one of the only people who can get him to dance with you at gatherings. (It’s not exactly fair, considering how well plants respond to him, but you still do it.)

You get to see him for who he is, much of the time, though you, yourself, are not fazed by how he responds to the added stress of human encroachment on the moors. (They are the last true nature separating human kingdoms from the sea; if the humans overtake the moors, it will only be a matter of time until they reach your shores.)

There are times when courtship is an act of war, and it’s a strange feeling to acknowledge. Though you cannot fight every moment, it doesn’t sit well to think that you, living your lives, is a form of resistance (though it certainly is). Humans wish your kind extinct; to be happy together, to continue your people in the future - preserve your cultures as well as your lines - is the only way you can all endure long-term.

That does not mean there aren’t times when you are so afraid that you can hardly consider the pursuit of a shared future anything less than irresponsible.

He shares those feelings - perhaps you all do - but he is more hopeful than one would imagine a man prepared to defend his people to the death might be. You often sit together before the fire, comfortably covered by one another’s wings, and you revel in the way his rough fingers feel against yours as he caresses them.

“We have lasted this long,” he murmurs as he turns to you, his eyes as warm as liquid honey, “the fey will rise again.”

You will always fear that the tides of war will not be on your side, but you have faith in him. You trust him. You would be willing to pair for life in a Bonding Ceremony with him. Perhaps, one day, you will.

“I will be there to see you lead us,” you reply, and steal much too brief of a kiss.

He kisses you in ways human fairy-tales can only dream of. When you are enraptured by one another, the warmth of him is all-consuming. The weight of his hand at your hip and the feeling of his talons easing into your hair steal your breath. It’s even more spellbinding when he’s soft with you, when one greeting kiss becomes another, and another still, as though no matter the length of time that’s passed since you were last together, it was much too long.

That’s not to say it never darkens, though.

He would never hurt you. He would never allow anyone to hurt you.

Borra is not the kind to sit by passively and allow his mate to be encroached upon. Desert and Tundra fey are, by far, the most carnivorous, and the sharpness of his teeth mean the bite marks he leaves where anyone can see them are jewel-dark and tend not to fade quickly - not even on another desert fey.

human!reader:

I remain firm in the belief that Borra wouldn’t fall for just any human. Our man has Been Through It. Placing trust in people w/ a history of committing systematic genocide against your people is, uh. Hard(TM.)

Also it’s, uh, “difficult” to believe Ulstead is as much of a utopia as everyone paints it as, considering Ingrith the Genocidal Maniac was queen. John wanted his wife not to be committing atrocities behind his back, But, Y’know. (Don’t even get me started on Perceforest.)

After what Udo did for a group of trapped, human children when the tomb-bloom bombs were turned on Ulstead, the settling dust meant you were more than willing to approach the other Dark Fey when the dust settled.

You met tending the bullet wound on his arm. You were as gentle as you could be, and a bit overly-apologetic. Though his face betrayed him, he largely didn’t flinch.

You did not point that out to him.

You honestly didn’t think anything would come of it, it was just a kind gesture, you would’ve done it for anyone (in theory, though that wasn’t necessarily the truth).

You don’t dance at parties, though, and you both have that in common.

A light, halfway-obligatory conversation at the fringes of Aurora’s wedding turned into wandering off together. The gardens of Ulstead were horrible barren even before life was taken upon them.

He does not trust you enough to take you to the moors. He does not know you, and that is alright with you.

You sit together on the Ulstead-side of the fast-moving river and talk half the night.

It is the only bright spot you imagine you’ll get for a while, so you savor it. You don’t usually talk much. He doesn’t usually talk much. But you work your way up to a real conversation and a casual level of comfort in speaking to one another.

He is the one who leaves. His people need to be fully accounted for. Some of them will return to the Nest, inevitably, and you don’t know if he’ll be among them, but you watch him go and you hope that he won’t.

Rebuilding Ulstead will take time. Surprisingly, the queen turning bombs on her own village doesn’t endear anyone to her bullshit plight.

You imagine, at first, that you’ll be entirely on your own before the king, the new queen and her husband all show up with royal helpers.

Which also doesn’t go over that well.

A version of “we appreciate the help, but no one’s ever helped us before, so maybe leave us to handle our own affairs because we know what we’re doing,” might get said.

That doesn’t mean everyone agrees with you, but there’s a clear dichotomy between those who have been largely failed by the crown when it was on Ingrith’s head against those who were not, be it by chance or by favoritism.

For having enough of a lack of sense to stand up to your leadership, you end up something of a de-facto leader yourself. At the very least, the other citizens of Ulstead are just fine with you talking on their behalf if it means you’ll be the idiot arrested for treason eventually when they aren’t.

The problem is: the crown wants to change things. They want to fix everything. And that’s a lot of work for them, let alone you.

But it lands you at the castle with a small group of others during what appears to be Yet Another Day Of Back To Back Treaty Meetings.

Honestly, the crown may have forgotten you all were coming.

Progress stalled a bit while they were trying to figure out how to do what the Dark Fey needed them to accomplish without completely riling up every other noble and halfway-important member of the gentry in the unified kingdoms.

You may have had the lack of sense to offer up a potential solution even though you weren’t supposed to be listening in, and, hi, though you didn’t endear yourself to the Fey council by doing so, it’s still not as terrible of a death glare you would’ve gotten from the nobility.

You’re not supposed to be there and you know it, but somehow, you thought-volleying with the royals lends the Dark Fey to proposing a solution of their own (that does not have an ‘or else’ tacked on at the end of it).

You apologize at the end, of course, but “with your permission,” Borra stays to listen to your own meeting.

He’s largely an observer, and you do not pull any punches when your companions certainly do. It’s a strange thing to see reflected in human not-leadership, but, when the meeting breaks with a similar lack of conclusion, there’s a grain of respect between you.

Inevitably, your inconsequential meetings continue that way until you end up just sitting at the same table the whole time and bothering Philip together.

Either of your success won’t come with grand fanfare, you know that, but there’s an intrinsic satisfaction to knowing that people who depend on you will be taken care of no matter who that pisses off.

Which you tell him one night when your meetings run too late and you all end up overnighting in the castle, the last place any of you necessarily want to be. Too many guards, too much bad history.

You may have obtained some mildly-illicit wine and end up camped out on a balcony with him, not exactly intending on sleeping but not exactly intending on not sleeping, either.

The moors are gorgeous, even from there. You’ve never wanted to go there before, but you think you could, one day, when your work is done in Ulstead. Problem is, there seems like there’s just so much to do. Like no matter what you do, you risk failing someone. Doing something wrong. Any misstep could cost you, and you hate having that over your head.

“I know.”

Cue the most loaded of pauses.

You should say something reasonable. Reassure one another. It would be less painful if you opened your mouth and something about the massacre came out.

For a solid minute and a half, you have a genuine heart to heart. Leadership is not thrust upon the unwilling, nor is it inherited; leaders emerge in times of crisis.

It would’ve lasted longer had he not thought of Conall.

You are not drunk enough to justify holding his hand, but you do anyway.

You can almost guarantee that he is not in any way drunk and he cannot justify holding your hand either, but he does.

You should leave everything unresolved just like your meetings. You really should...

But you don’t.

You would love to say something great and empathetic and astoundingly compassionate, but it’s a stumbling, half-assed reassurance and there is absolutely nothing you can do to make either of you feel any better.

But it gets you a little smile, and, for the moment, that’s enough.

You feel painfully transparent when your meetings with the crown resume. You feel like you’re fighting harder because of him (and you are), and that everyone can tell.

Including him.

But you want this. If for no better reason than to relieve some of this burden, you want to accomplish peace and prosperity and all the magical qualities it involves.

Inevitably, you do. Sort of. “Progress is achieved in miserable inches,” as far as restructuring the kingdom for human equity is concerned; for the Dark Fey, the crown can haul some ass because it’s not exactly like a magical inter-species genocide has precedent.

You’re glad. None of that Ingrith-sponsored wedge-driving between your people and theirs over something as petty as bureaucracy; they went through hell and they have every right to be legally protected.

But just before you get ready to spend the night staring at your ceiling and wondering how much of your life you’re about to waste going in and out of Ulstead Palace, there’s a knock at your window.

A knock that smokes when it touches the wrought iron frame of your window, but doesn’t recoil anyway.

You’re in your pajamas, but, y’know, to hell with it. The least you can do is go outside so he doesn’t have to touch the iron, which was a pretty common thing in Ulstead for reasons you never really put to thought until All This Got Started.

You certainly don’t expect to be swept right off your feet and taken airborne.

There might be a little panicked screaming and clinging involved.

As well as a little light laughter before you’re told to hold on.

You do.

Never mind the fact that you’re definitely having a panic attack, being higher up in the air than you would’ve ever considered reasonable, it doesn’t take you long to realize you’re going on a fly-over of the moors.

This time, when you don’t speak to one another, it has nothing to do with awkwardness.

You have no idea that he’s watching your face. That grain of respect has become a budding trust, and he needs to make sure it’s true - humans have never been anything but Ingrith and the poachers, in his experience. There should be no conceivable difference between them and you.

Except there is. There unquestionably is. You did not ask for this, you did not want this, and when it’s given to you - freely - you marvel at what you see.

He takes you as far as Perceforest before heading back, and you barely manage so much as a thanks before your feet are back on the ground.

That was a victory lap, you think. A victory lap between friends. Never mind that your heart did plenty of things when you neared the ground and your sudden proximity to his eyes, warm as the late-afternoon sun, clicked in your mind.

You’ve almost convinced yourself that it’s a reassurance by the time you get back to the palace.

But he’s waiting for you.

You don’t understand why, at first, he has what he wants, doesn’t he? He has everything he needs?

When he had every reason not to trust your kind, a human came to him with a touch as light as a feather’s plume. A human that never once asked for anything from him, yet gave readily. You don’t have to go forward alone.

You have no business taking his hand, but you do.

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paperclipninja · 3 years

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Younger post-ep ramble 7x01

I joked in my finale ramble at the end of season 6 that the episode was called ‘Forever’ because that’s how long it would feel between seasons...well joke's on me because now, after 587 days, we are FINALLY here. The Younger drought has been a tough one, but we have been generously compensated by getting the first four episodes all at once, which is both exciting and also, turns out, incredibly overwhelming. As usual the thoughts and feelings are many, mostly feelings (read: I am NOT ok) but let’s start off with a delve into the premiere episode, ‘A Decent Proposal’.

The episode picks up within minutes of where the season 6 finale left off, with Diana and Enzo not wasting any time to hot foot it out of their wedding reception and into their happily ever after (Arrivederci bitches!). Of course I’m very happy for Diana and her happiness but there’s only one couple’s happiness that I am on tenterhooks about now that Diva is sorted and that is Charles and Liza, as they watch their sprinklers fizzle out in some sort of awkward, symbolic, anti-climax.

You may recall that mere moments earlier, Charles had popped the question on the dancefloor before the two were separated by an obligatory conga line, and Charles quickly assumes that Liza’s lack of enthusiasm to shout her answer across the reception of another person’s wedding is an answer in itself. As anyone who has read my rambles before knows, I unapologetically fly the Team Charles flag, and let me tell you, despite her supreme stalling techniques (you’re not divorced yet, we should probably speak to the children blah blah), hearing Liza say, ‘my answer is, I love you’, my jaw hit the floor. I’m sorry, did Liza Miller just declare her feelings openly and directly and with absolute certainty??? We’re 33 seconds into the new season and I AM SHOOKETH DARREN.

Speaking of declaring feelings openly and directly, I love absolutely everything about this opening scene. The music choice was perfect and really helped build the moment, as Charles told Liza he understands her hesitation before un-asking her to marry him (so that when the she’s made her mind she can pop the question - I kid you not, this has always been my dream...). The music cutting out and just hearing the crickets as Liza asks if he’s really withdrawing the proposal, his quip about her having to make the next move, assuming he’s still on the market (I love/hate this foreshadowing btw), it is Charles/Liza banter at its best and my sappy heart was soaking up every morsel. Throw in some CGI fireworks and the observation that they are sign (which may or may not play out at a later date) and you have yourself a pretty darn near perfect start to Younger’s final season.

Speaking of talking openly and directly, one of the staples of the Youngerverse, the Maggie morning debrief, is back as our way to gain insight into the thoughts, feelings and ponderings of Liza. Straight off the bat I am very pleased that Maggie has fully committed to ‘Chaz’ for Charles and I’m even happier that we actually hear these two talking about what’s going on because honestly, the last couple of seasons the Maggie/Liza convos, which we traditionally rely on heavily to know where Liza is at and to hear Maggie’s sage/sometimes terrible advice, have been skimmed over or felt rushed. We are also reminded that Liza has indeed seen Charles’ goods (the Empiriconda, she’s meaning the Empiriconda) and that the sex is hot, because we need to have all the information on top of the declarations of love to highlight how their relationship is pretty much perfect so that what transpires is even more painful.

Other things that are painful include the fact that Diana will be decidedly absent for most of the season (to be fair scheduling/covid are pretty legit reasons and in ep 1 we can chalk that up to her honeymoon, so more lamenting on that later), but early on it provides some pretty fab Lauren Diva-worshiping. Donning a baroque print Moschino suit that would’ve made Fran Fine jealous, Lauren is clearly distracted by the responsibility of her interim role at Empirical, as her mother frets about the theme for her 30th birthday party over face-time.

Keeping up the chaotic energy, we also discover that Kelsey has to go and let Quinn know she no longer needs her money (these characters’ ongoing relationship with the woman who has tried to ruin all of them at some point really needs unpacking with a good therapist at this stage) and Josh is in full frantic dad mode because he thinks Clare is trying to kidnap Gemma (lol that Lauren straight up calls her out on it later). Two quick points here:1) love seeing this side of Josh and 2) love Kelsey’s calm, measured reassurance that of course Clare would want her family to meet Gemma. I will say though, Josh meeting Rob for the first time when he’s about to go with Clare and Gemma to Ireland and hearing this guy he doesn’t know from a bar of soap exclaim, ‘I’m just in love with your daughter’ was super unfair. Not cool Clare, not cool.

Kelsey keeps her cool as she breaks the news of her change of heart to our fave resident villain, who comes complete with a bowl of fortune cookies she ominously encourages Kelsey to consult while also enjoying her own fortune, ‘a new love will come into your life’. It’s all very OTT and ridiculous in it’s obvious foreshadowing and I am here for every minute of it because I sincerely love to hate Quinn very much.

My love of all things over the top is further fed by Lauren entering Diana’s office and making her way to the desk - the music, the way Lauren looks at the framed picture of Diana and Enzo before relegating it to the drawer, any moment I was expecting her to utter ‘my precious’ as she became more and more entranced by the power of the neckwear, before Liza abruptly broke the spell by asking what she was doing and warned her off her consideration of claiming Diana’s office as her own. Very much appreciated the continuity later in the episode when Liza is very distressed that Lauren has gone full-Trout with the chunky baubled ornament around her neck, though Lauren is less Invasion of the Body Snatchers and more Nancy Drew at this point, as she has caught wind of Charles’ proposal while reviewing video footage from Diana’s wedding which she decided, for some reason, to show Josh, who was ‘still not interested’ (we hear your words Josh but your face says otherwise). I am very on board the Liza/Lauren dynamic and their ‘circle of trust’ as Liza asks that Lauren keep the proposal to herself (we really haven’t seen the friendship between these two much) and Liza’s gratitude, ‘Thank you...Di-va’, is hilarious, as is the response, ‘my pleasure, Queen’.

We get many fine moments in the office this ep, the first meeting when there are formal announcements and speeches made welcoming Kelsey back...to a conference room of Charles, Liza, Lauren and a random guy we’ve never seen or heard from before and never will again it seems. It makes me laugh that every person in the room except the dude we’ll never know already knows everything but hey, formality is important I guess? The pitch for ‘Little Women in Space’ by an author played by an actress who is friends IRL with Sutton Foster and they were in the musical Little Women together is honestly too much but also just the right amount and this show does meta so well (not to mention Lauren’s excited outburst upon realising her party theme plus her making sure Liza knows that she knows about the proposal. Subtle as a sledgehammer is our Lauren).

One not-so-fine moment is the extremely out of left field resignation of Zane followed by the completely douchey moment of him breaking up with Kelsey via face-time with the line, ‘I love you Kelsey, take care’. I’m sorry, what?? On the one hand, I get it that CMD wasn’t available for the season so in some respects better to deal with it swiftly and move on, but it was very abrupt and strange. I had zero investment in the pairing so it doesn’t overly affect my viewing, but any fans out there shipping those two, are you ok? Because that was a brutal way for a pairing to simply cease to exist.

So we have I love yous being thrown around by Kelsey and Zane as they break up because that makes sense (in retrospect I should’ve seen what was coming because these words clearly mean NOTHING *breathes deeply, exhales slowly*) but thank goodness Liza is there to comfort Kelsey, whose statement that she really doesn’t care would be a lot more convincing if she wasn’t crying inconsolably. We get a beautiful transition from Kelsey’s office to Charles’ with a sweeping aerial shot across the autumnal canopy of Central Park along with the gentle music adding to the relaxed pacing of the episode. Liza doesn’t want it to be weird between her and Charles now that the proposal is out there (well actually, its 100% in her court but yes), so he reassures her it’s not weird at all by planting a kiss on her that almost triggers the sprinklers because friends, it is HOTTT. Cue super cute exchange about pro and cons lists, lovingly looking into one another’s eyes and then, another ‘ I love you’ from Liza to Charles followed by Charles responding, ‘I love you too’, and despite my deceased status at this point, it was magical. But also WHAT. IS. HAPPENING.

These two are so enamoured with one another and it’s as though it’s something they just say to each other all the time, but this is literally the first episode we’ve heard any kind of expression of feelings to one another since the season 6 premiere and even then it wasn’t this direct; Liza ran away and Charles told her he didn’t mind not being at the office because he did it for the woman he loves followed by a cute story about how he can do maths because he’s had feelings for her for 16 years. Don’t get me wrong, the entire scene this episode was perfect and it was SO well done in the way it captured the best parts of their dynamic (damn you Darren Star for being so good at what you do), but it also felt like we were being shown the dream version of what could have been before it’s all snatched away.

Not unlike Millennial, which is like naming a business Boomer Print according to the table of boomers at the investor meeting who blindside Kelsey and Charles by voting to restore the name Empirical (head boomer has clearly had it with millennials, indicated by his statement, ‘who gives a shit about millennials any more?’) and so it is done and Kelsey is officially having a very bad week. It is while enjoying a quiet bourbon in the bar that evening that Charles is joined by Quinn, who is allegedly on her apology tour to explain to investors why she dropped out of the Senate race, but also offers Charles what seems to be a sincere apology for treating his company like a toy (prediction: nothing is ever as it seems with Quinn). I have a confession to make and believe me, I don't like it any more than you do - they absolutely nailed the set up of tension and a little bit of a spark between Charles and Quinn in this scene IMO and I...I *whispers* I liked it.

What I liked even more was Lauren’s completely in character entrance to her own birthday party, omg it’s so ridiculous and perfectly her and Denise telling her daughter, ‘fix your crotch, good girl’ had me chuckling. I feel like we’re getting Kelsey’s set up for the season at this party too, as she’s feeling unsure of what defines her now, and the conversation about defining things carries over into Josh and Liza’s chat when he asks her if congratulations are in order. This exchange between the two of them is just lovely, with Liza clearly feeling a little awkward talking to Josh about Charles, but Josh reassures her that he does like him, for her, and that it brings him joy to know she’s happy. They agree that their relationship doesn’t need to be defined, and that they'll always be in each others’ lives no matter who they’re with. It feels very final for their romantic relationship and I would be celebrating the end of the triangle had I not clocked Josh’s fallen expression as Liza walks away. I really do hope that Josh finds someone he loves and who loves him the way he wants to be loved this season. Josh’s words gave Liza some clarity of her own and so we find ourselves at the magnificent Seaglass Carousel, home of Liza and Charles’ first proper date, once more.

Charles is clearly full of hope and expectation as he meets Liza and they remember the time he and the beard we try to forget about brought her there and it’s all amazing and beautiful and...*collects self*...Liza tells him that she just wants to keep riding the perfect ride. She once again tells him she loves him (we’re up to three times in one ep now for those of you playing at home), that all she wants is his heart and that she wants to be happily unmarried to him every day. To say this does not go down the way she is expecting is an understatement; we learn that Charles doesn’t want a ride, he wants to get off the carousel and not live in a fantasy. He believes in marriage whereas she believes they are now finally free and folks, this is why you talk about your stance on marriage in a relationship BEFORE you pop the question out of nowhere at someone’s wedding.

You can see on his face, as Liza says she doesn’t want to define their relationship by the rules and obligations of marriage, that he’s hearing that she is not all in (whether that’s true or not) and he thanks her for letting him know what’s in her heart. You know the bit that actually plunges the knife into my heart? Charles shaking his head as Liza says his name, clearly overcome with emotion, before he kisses her on the head looking as though his world has just come crumbling down around him. That knife just gets twisted even further as Liza is left there in disbelief, (we are all Liza in that moment honestly), trying to process how her own declaration could be so easily rejected. You know, I knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it any less painful. I can see it from both perspectives and I have no doubt that these two characters have a lot they need to address and work through as a result of their own failed marriages if they’re going to have healthy relationships moving forward.

I tell you what, after so long with no new episodes, this first episode of the season was concurrently beautiful and heart-breaking and one thing’s for certain - this final ride ain’t gonna be smooth. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m just going to go and regain some composure so we can start on ep 2...

Season 6 ramble collection can be found here

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fizzingwizard · 4 years

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Okay I really enjoyed this week’s episode! It set up a bunch of cool stuff that I can’t wait to see, and it was a fun watch. We got a number of desperately needed partner/Digimon moments, and we got some much needed Taiyama friendship action going on - as well as some other stuff I super appreciated (but still want more of). I’m so stoked for how the team is coming together.

We didn’t get a few things I normally would have expected, and I’m never quite sure if I feel that way because it’s truly missing or if it’s just that “this ain’t your momma’s Digimon Adventure” yadda yadda. I don’t think i’ll ever get used to Taichi being so serious in comparison to his 99 incarnation (but, I get the feeling he is more in line with original V-Tamer Taichi, so there’s that).

So not a slam dunk for me, but all in all, it was good!

I just took as many Taiyama pics as I could so why don’t we just knock one out of the way before we begin xD

They look so coooool all beat up and windswept

More below!

Sooo last week, the aptly named Eyesmon evolved into the equally well-named Orochimon. I always think “hydra!” (thank you Hercules) so initially my thought was that the plan would be for each of the kids to take out one head. Then I remembered, we only have six kids so far... and then I got a better look at it:

(this cap’s from much later but it shows the whole body so)

there was clearly one head that was significantly different from the others and appeared the most connected to the body! So the strategy was clearly lop off the central head because that’s what’s controlling the rest! A la VenomVamdemon only slightly less gross hahaha

Meanwhile back in real Tokyo, as Koushirou explains, the electronic pulse generated from this freaky Digimon’s battle is affecting anything digital, or even just anything that uses electricity.

Kaaaboom!

Our kids try to fight but it’s pretty obvious they’re out of their league. I did totally love MetalGreymon and Zudomon leading the charge together sort of. Because I continue to be a sucker for Taichi/Jou growth parallels! Anyway they both get knocked out and de-evolve so Taichi calls for them to regroup.

Aww piggyback

The way Jou carries Gomamon like an infant though ;___;

Sora and Garudamon lead the retreat, scooping everyone up and carrying them out of danger and omg look at Gomamon he looks so cozy gaaah

but not before Taichi realizes someone’s not with them... it’s Yamato of course... he’s just standing there... staring...

Why? Because “my little brother’s in danger in the real world!” That is adorable. Stupid but adorable.

Also stupid yet adorable... Taichi immediately runs to go get him. I have no idea WHAT his plan was but I am eternally grateful that he is such a dork because it gives adorable dorkiness like this:

and this

and ultimately this

pffffffftb

weregarurumon tries his best he really does

(no but really this is now my PREFERRED method of transportation for these two, one each tucked under WereGarurumon’s armpit and just dangling like that while he runs like crazy protecting his precious cargo... also look at Taichi holding onto Agumon’s arm the whole time eeeeeiiiii I love those detals it almost distracts from WereGarurumon’s expression of shock when they inevitably get shot and fall to their doom x’D)

yeah so everyone gets shot and falls to their separate dooms, and this was 100% just an excuse to put Taichi and Yamato alone together. The shonen action anime equivalent of “and there was only one bed!”

Jou continues to cradle Gomamon like his very own son

The kids wonder what to do and Jou has a cool moment here and there (like legit cool, where he acts all responsible)

... er, I did say “moment” :P

Meanwhile Koushirou is all cryptic and scary. That is his main job after all. You may think it’s to be the team brain, but it’s actually to make sure we viewers know just how terrible things really are so we can lose all hope of survival even though we already know they’re going to win x’D

I mean that is pretty scary tbh

Taichi breathes a sigh of relief. I wasn’t exactly surprised that he’s not running out to fight - even 99 Taichi usually understood when it was time for a strategic retreat. At the same time, maybe it’s just me, but I totally got the sense that he was scared in this scene. Not out of his head with fear, but definitely worried, I mean none of them seemed to have any effect on this monster earlier. It’s interesting to feel his tension.

“Yamato why did you just stand there in the street while we were trying to make our getaway?”

“Because... my little brother’s right in the center of danger back home... I can’t let this monster continue its rampage or he could get hurt...”

“Yeah man that’s all fine but I mean why did you just stand there in the street like an idiot I’m pretty sure you won’t be much use to your little bro if you’re steamrollered?!?!”

He looks so surprised that all this has been because of brotherly love. I can’t remember, is this the first Taichi’s hearing of Takeru? I know he wasn’t there when Yamato told Sora & co but maybe it was mentioned way back when they jogressed... Either way I wonder why he doesn’t say “I get it, I have a sister back home too that I’m worried about too.” Seems like a moment for bonding ya know?

That is the one thing I felt was missing here... we went through all the trouble of getting Taichi and Yamato alone together, and all that happens is Yamato confides something in Taichi that he’s already shared with the others. I mean, Taichi also shows his willingness to help Yamato and work together, and I think that is the important thing we’re supposed to take away, as Yamato’s all touched by it... but uh, for the most part I felt like not much happened in this scene, at least not that we haven’t already seen before.

Takeru’s phone, he’s waiting for a call from “oniichan” T-T my precious boy

And we actually get to see him!! His face!! His adorableness!! Ahhh Takeru I miss youuu!

Family photo! Parents’ faces not shown in the usual tradition of “divorcees in kids’ shows”! Also the tell-tale brothers are holding hands, but parents are standing as far apart as possible...

Meanwhile Taichi’s mom and sis are trying in vain to evacuate while their car flips out. Hikari sees an image of Orochimon broadcast on a nearby building and flinches away. No one else seems to notice it so maybe this is just her special ability like in 99 Adventure?

Traffic’s at a complete standstill and everyone’s electronics are going bonkers so Mama Yagami has them get out and head for the trains. Unfortunately this is what everyone else decides to do as well, and Hikari winds up like Simba in the wildebeest stampede, only there’s no one to jump in and save her so she tragically dies. :P

taichi: I see your ‘brother in danger’ and raise you one ‘dead sister.’

yamato: screw you

“You did great Mimi!!” A JOUMI MOMENT WE GOT A JOUMI MOMENT sort of okay but beggars can’t be choosers HE PRAISES HER (FOR STUFF HE WASNT EVEN THERE TO WITNESS THO LOL) AWWWW ITS SO CUTE

Then he remembers to praise his partner!!! All by himself! (Finally!) Gomamon’s so happy! It was so unexpected and he’s ecstastic!

Piyomon instantly gets jealous!!!! It’s so adorable!!! Sora is quick to reassure her that Garudamon is indispensable.

“And I’m the prettiest, right Mimi?”

“When you’re Lillymon, anyway.”

“D:”

lol the return of Mimi only appreciates Lillymon’s sense of fashion tickles me. an essential Mimi characteristic

Tentomon shyly and awkwardly tries to wring a compliment out of Koushirou too. It works, Koushirou is quick to tell Tentomon that he’s super cool as AtlurKabuterimon. I will be honest though, I wanted him to fail, just because we need to let these kids actually develop!! Their arcs are over so quickly! It took 99 Koushirou 52 episodes to be able to say “I love you” (I think it was “thank you” or something in the original Japanese but the point is he was being super honest and vulnerable at long long last). Imagine what an important moment this would have been if Tentomon’s “and me?” had been met with “huh? uh uh... I was thinking about how to defeat Orochimon... what are we talking about?”

That is something I continue to miss, not just with Koushirou but with everyone... their personal weaknesses just don’t really feel like weaknesses the way they did in 99 Adventure. And I’m just wondering why? For me, that was a driving force of what made 99 Adventure really great. It wasn’t afternoon special “stories with a moral” type drivel, because what they learned in the moment still had to build upon, and they would fail again, and learn again, and become their best selves slowly. And they’d risk a lot in the meantime. It was powerful to ten-year-old me. We are at ep 17 now and by this point in 99 Adventure, we’d had tons of scenes like that. I keep thinking “okay it’s early, we’ve got time!” but at this point it’s not so early anymore! But comparing with 99 Adventure is also a useless effort and I continue to choose to enjoy this show as its own separate thing and believe there’s still lots to come.

Taichi expresses his willingness to fight alongside Yamato even though as Yamato warn’s “it’s gonna be totes yabai”

Taichi: “I eat yabai for breakfast”

Yamato: “smiles”

jokes aside... the way Yamato smiles at Taichi is so cute! It’s hesitant, but once it’s there it doesn’t waver. He’s clearly starting to get used to relying on Taichi for backup, at least, and it’s no question that he feels friendship for him and the others, he’s just reluctant to admit it. The question is how all this will hold up when the situation’s reversed.

I LOVE this particular cap, Idk, there’s something about the sheer determination on Taichi’s face and the trust in Yamato’s as he looks back at him while they ride Garurumon directly into Orochimon’s line of fire... Fizz I think you’re reading too much into the animation. DON’T MESS WITH MY DREAMS OK I KNOW THESE KIDS BETTER THAN I KNOW MYSELF

obligatory Best Boy cap

Suddenly, in the real world, the fight is broadcast on the screens!! I was expecting this to happen every time a screen flickered, but once it did, I was like wow!! they’re going to let the whole world in on the secret of the digital world already!? and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that

BUT... that’s not what happened, maybe. Because so far the only ones who for sure are seeing these images of Digimon and the Chosen Children are Hikari and Takeru. No one else reacted to Orochimon and Mama Yagami doesn’t go “hey, that’s my son!” We could argue no one noticed because they were busy evacuating like maniacs, and Mama Yagami was busy looking for Hikari on the ground and not looking up at the screens. But it feels impossible that someone wouldn’t notice! So my current theory is only Hikari and Takeru can actually see these images... at least for now.

The fight rages. Meanwhile, the others soon catch up, as the only reason they were separated in the first place was to let Taichi and Yamato have a Moment. One thing I really liked though was Sora more or less leading the charge to join Taichi and Yamato. I want more of “second in command Sora” now and forever. (My personal headcanon since I was a kid was always that if something happened to Taichi, Sora, not Yamato, would take over. Tri did not go that way though :P)

Burning eyes of courage!!

They beat Orochimon by taking off his central head, as predicted. Then they all go and take a nap in the street. It is full of d’awww.

Gabumon and Agumon mimicking their partners’ body language always get’s a mega d’awwwww

Taichi: “That was yabai!”

Yamato: “I warned you it would be.”

Taichi: “Yeah, but we made it somehow!”

Yamato: “... smiles”

Uggggghhhh I can’tttttt with these two

Like Koushrou, Yamato is totally whipped by Taichi’s smile... oh dear... my heart is pulled in two directions... Taiyama... Taishirou... “my number one my number two...” (anyone else remember that dumb song there used to be tons of love triangle amvs on youtube set to it...)

I mean just look. look at Yamato looking at Taichi. he can’t make himself look anywhere else. ToT

Sora and Piyomon also win Adorable Award of the Day.

Honestly everyone gets it... I apologize for not having any cute Tentomon resting on Koushirou scenes capped! It’s because they drew Tentomon’s head freakishly big and I just couldn’t do it bahahaha but they were cute too

And that’s the end of... oh oh wait, did you think the battle was over? YOU NOOB. xD

every veteran Digi fan was not at all surprised to see this countdown appear and what looks like yet another bad guy evolution next week. Also next week...

... looks like Takeru’s finally going to join us!! Yaaaay! Very dramatically too it seems!

We got a glimpse of Hikari in a similar moment BUT... I’m not convinced Hikari will truly be joining us. She was separated from her mom and is clearly going to have a Digimon interaction of some sort like Takeru, but I think this is “eighth child” build up, one because the current ending theme is completely Takeru centric, and two because it just makes sense to me that Takeru would be Crisis One and Hikari will be Crisis Two. Idk of course it’s just a hunch.

Fizz before you said Hikari was killed in the stampede I WAS KIDDING

kidding about children dying??? OMG Y’ALL

maybe though Hikari’s swept away by those people, gets her Digivice, then is promptly captured by... idk evil Digimon, or shady government officials? More likely, she gets her digivice and helps but keeps it a secret and plans to show her brother when they reunite... we’ll see!

This ep I give 8/10!!

Ending with one more cool Taichi cap from next week’s trailer!

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katefiction · 4 years

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The Cambridge Cub

by katefiction (Maria) / 2012

A bright light burned through her eyelids. A large thud followed, and then a loud slam. At least it sounded loud to Kate.

Four am and William was getting up for his early shift.

‘William’ Kate croaked. ‘Turn the light off!’ She heard footsteps approaching.

‘How am I supposed to see in the dark?’ he said, flicking the switch on the lamp.

‘Says the search and rescue pilot who rescues people in the middle of the night… when it’s dark!’ she grumbled, pulling the cover over her head.

Kate heard his footsteps retreat and then a bang.

‘Shit!’ William yelled ‘this is why I need the bloody light on!’

‘Are you ok?’ she called to him, not knowing if or where he’d gone. She soon heard the shower running and willed herself to go back to sleep. She tossed and turned for two minutes, realising she may have felt a little guilty about making Will injure himself.

Dragging herself out of bed, she trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, flinching at the cold tiles on her bare feet. In the space of thirty seconds, she had pulled out the coffee pot, two peices of bread, some eggs and bacon from the fridge and set to work making William a good, hearty breakfast to start his day. The smell of the cooking hit William as soon as he left the bathroom. He dressed quickly and trotted down the stairs two at a time, finding Kate plating up his breakfast. ‘Why aren’t you still in bed?’, he asked, stroking her arm. ‘I felt guilty that I made you hurt yourself’, she said, sticking out her bottom lip. William bit into a peice of toast. ‘Just a stubbed toe. I’ll survive’, he teased. ‘Even so’, she said, nuzzling her face into William’s chest. She felt her stomach flip. She was so glad he could still give her butterflies, she thought. Then it flipped again. And the next time, the flip was a churn and those butterflies seemed to be flying up her throat. She pushed William back, spun around, and threw up into the sink. ‘Whoa’ William said, dropping his toast onto the counter. Kate was hunched over the sink. ‘Are you ok?’

‘Fine’ she said, standing up straight. ‘That was so weird, I feel totally fine now.’ ‘Go to bed’, William said, picking up his breakfast as Kate cleared the sink. ‘Are you not going to eat that?’ she said, she said eying the food. ‘I’m suddenly not that hungry anymore’, William replied as he tipped the contents into the bin.

*** Twelve hours later and William burst through the door, energetic as always after a day on the base. Kate was sat at the kitchen table, reading some notes. ‘Hi’, he said, planting a kiss on her lips, ‘how are you feeling?’ ‘Better’, she shrugged unconvincingly. She had bags under her eyes and her hair was piled messily at the top of her head. ‘What did you do today? You look exhausted!’ he asked. ‘Took Lupo for a walk, did the shopping and read these notes for the hospital visit tomorrow’. Kate held up her notes on St Ormond’s Hospital, where she had an engagement the next day. ‘That seems to have taken all my energy’, she sighed, putting her head in her hands. ‘Plus you were sick this morning’, Will said, a thought forming in his head. ‘And my period is late, which only ever happens when I’m stressed’ she said from behind her hands. ‘Or….’ Will said, a light going off. ‘Or…?’ she mimicked, placing her hands on the table. They both looked down at Kate’s stomach. There was a long silence until William jumped up suddenly, sending his chair flying backwards. ‘We need to get a test’ he said abruptly, pacing the kitchen. ‘What now?!- William’ she said, standing up and placing a steady hand on his arm. ‘We can’t just waltz into Waitrose and buy a pregnancy test.’ William’s face flushed with excitement as she said the word out loud. ‘I’m in London tomorrrow, I’ll try to get an appointment with Doctor Jenkins.’ Dr. Jenkins was their apothocary and was renound for his deiscretion with the royal family. ‘But I want to be there’ Will said sadly. ‘It’s either that or we wait until you have a day off work’, Kate suggested. William considered the options. His next day off was next week. He couldn’t wait that long. ‘You’ll call me right away, ok? Either way.’ ‘William I am not telling you that over the phone!’ Will looked wounded. ‘I’ll be back in the evening. I want to see your face if…well you know’, she said with a small smile. William nodded, knowing as usual that Kate was right. ‘Ok, tomorrow then.’ *** ‘Your Royal Highness, please come in’ Dr. Jenkins said as Kate walked back into his office hesitantly. ‘I told you it wouldn’t be a long wait, didn’t I?’ Kate had only been waiting fifteen minutes for her results, but it had felt like fifteen hours to her. Dr. Jenkins sat down behind his desk, her results in front of him. His face gave nothing away. Kate took a deep breath and sat down opposite him. *** Kate paused at the front door. It had been a tough drive back to Angelsey trying to decide how to tell William the result. Slowly, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, expecting silence and her husband to greet her. ‘GOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!!’ Four voices boomed from the living room. She made her way through and found William and three of his fellow pilots from the base spread across the living room, boxes of pizza and beer cans amongst them. William sprang up the moment he saw her. ‘Hello’, he said rushing towards her, his eyes were unreadable. ‘The guys are over to watch the football, seeing as I was all alone tonight.’ He put his arm around her shoulder, which Kate promptly shrugged off. ‘Hope it’s ok Kate’ Matt, one of the pilots said, perched on the edge of the sofa. ‘Only Will said he had no-one to cook for him tonight so we thought we’d help him out.’ He held up a slice of pizza. ‘Of course, it’s fine’ she said, putting on her brightest fake smile. ‘How was your day?’ Will sensed her annoyance and led her to the kitchen. ‘Why would you invite them here tonight?!’ she whispered furiously as soon as they were out of earshot of their visitors. She ignored William’s question. ‘I’m sorry’ he whispered back. ‘I just mentioned you weren’t here tonight…and the game was on…they kind of just invited themselves’ he said, desperately trying to make her understand. ‘You could have just made something up, and said you were busy’ she hissed. ‘You know I can’t lie under pressure’, he pleaded, taking her hand. ‘Now please, just tell me what happened.’ ‘Now?!’ With them in there?’ she said tilting her head to the living room, where the boys were yelling at the tv. ‘I can’t wait any longer – please Kate’, he begged. Kate couldn’t punish him for this. Not now, not on this day. He face broke into a wide grin that seemed to reach her eyes. She gave William a quick nod. ‘Yes?’ William whispered. She nodded again. ‘YES!’ he shouted at full volume now. ‘Ssh!’ she said, holding her finger to his lips, trying to contain her own excitement at the same time. William jumped up and down on the spot, pumping his arm in the air. Kate tried to stifle her laughter as they silently celebrated. William pulled Kate into a tight hug, leant down and said close to her ear, ‘I can’t believe it.’ Kate stretched up and kissed his flushed, red cheek. ‘We’re having a baby.’

Ch. 2

‘You can see it, I’m sure you can see it.’

‘For the fifteenth time, these’s nothing there!’

‘It’s definitely there’. Kate smoothed her top down over her stomach, convinced that there was a bump forming under it.

‘Besides, at eight weeks, the baby is no bigger than a kidney bean’, William read from his phone, lounging on the bed.

‘Oh for God’s sake William, will you give that website a rest?!’, she said grabbing his iPhone and throwing it across the bed. He had been quoting from a pregnancy website since the day they found out about the baby. His daily updates were endearing at first, but were beginning to grate.

Kate picked up her bag, satisfied that this was the most bump-concealing top she owned. They were due to visit Kate’s family for the first time since they found out about the baby. They had decided to keep it a secret for now, wanting to savour the excitement for themselves before the world found out.

Settled in the car, they practiced for awkward questions.

‘Right Catherine’, Will said, putting on a high pitched voice, apparently and immitation of Carole. ‘Why aren’t you drinking?’

‘Well…mum. I’m driving home because Will’s too tired’, she said raising an eyebrow.

‘Good’, he replied in his normal voice, before doing his best Carole impression once again, ‘Catherine dear, help me pick up this heavy box, won’t you?’

‘Must you do that voice?’

‘Answer the question’, he said, laughing.

‘Well mother, I hurt my wrist playing tennis, I can’t pick up anything heavy.’

‘Perfect, but try not to be so robotic’, he said taking her hand. He could sense her nerves. Carole knew Kate better than most, but they were determined not to let anything slip.

As soon as the door to the family home opened, Carole pulled Kate into a hug, prompting Kate to push away slightly, all too concious that Carole might be able to feel her stomach. Carole didn’t seem to notice and followed with a hug for William and ushered them inside the house.

‘Relax’ William urged Kate when Carole was out of earshot, giving her a reassuring pat on the back.

Obligatory hugs and hellos, as well as a home cooked meal, over, they settled into the living room.

‘Kate, I’m going to book the flights for the skiing trip’ Pippa said, sitting next to her sister on the couch. ‘Can you give me your final dates?’

‘What?’ Kate said.

‘You know? Our yearly ski trip? I told you to confirm when you’re free so I can book them?’, she replied, poking Kate in the head.

‘Right, the ski trip…in Febuary?’

‘Yes…what is wrong with you?’ Pippa said, shaking her head at Kate’s apparant forgetfulness.

‘I can’t, I mean, we can’t go.’ In Febuary, Kate would be seven months pregnant, and skiing wasn’t exactly a pregnant woman’s pursuit.

‘Why not?’ Carole quizzed.

Kate looked at William, her mind racing to find an answer.

‘Yes why?’ Pippa added. ‘You said you’d checked your diary weeks ago.’

‘I, urm, it’s -‘

’ – it’s my fault’. William interjected. ‘I booked a surprise holiday for Kate. I’ really sorry, I forgot all about the skiing.1

‘Oh don’t be silly!’ Carole said relaxing, ‘where are you going?’

‘France’

‘Italy’

They spoke at the same time. ‘France then Italy’ Will said quickly as Kate turned a deep shade of crimson.

‘Another time then?’ Pippa said.

‘Of course’ Kate replied, thinking it would be a long time before she would ski again.

***

‘Shit that was close!’ Will said as they drove away from the house that evening.

‘Was I really obvious?’ Kate asked, panicking.

‘You were fine…just relax. You know research shows that stress isn’t good for the baby.’

‘Seriously, I am taking that phone off you!’ she said scowling, before turning away from him and smiling.

***

The following day and it was over to Clarence House for lunch with William’s family. Charles and Camilla greeted them, however Harry was nowhere to be seen.

‘Where’s Harry?’ Will asked.

‘He’s been taken ill’, Charles replied, seeming unconvinced.

‘Hangover, then.’ William said to Camilla and Kate from the corner of his mouth, prompting a giggle from them both.

‘Shall we eat?!’ Camilla said, leading them to the dining room, where a Sunday roast was ready for them. They dug in, Kate particularly ravenous since becoming pregnant.

Near the end of the meal came the cheese course and Kate picked up an enticing piece of brie. William glard at her across the table, but she was deep in conversation with Camilla.

‘Will and I are really looking forward to seeing Asia, we -’ She suddenly felt a light kick under the table, but continued ‘-we’re not so sure about the weather though.’ Another kick followed. She turned to look at William, who shot her, then the brie a hard look.

Kate furrowed her brow, not understanding, and reached for the brie from her plate. William’s hand swept across the plate, sending it flying to the floor.

‘William!’ Kate exclaimed, followed by an ‘oh!’ from Camilla and Charles.

‘Oops!’, he said kneeling to the floor, trying to clear the mess from the carpet. ‘There was a fly on the food – I aimed a little low’, he said holding his hands up. Kate bent down to help.

‘There’s plenty more’ Charles said, smiling at Kate.

‘No!…she can’t, I mean won’t eat it’ Will said hurriedly. Kate opened her mouth to protest, but William cut her off before she started ‘it’s a weird fly complex, isn’t it Kate? She’s a bit OCD bless her.’

Camilla and Charles looked puzzled, but simply nodded, thinking maybe they had more to learn about Kate as they went off to find someone to clean the stain on the carpet.

‘What was that?!’ Kate said as soon as they left the room.

‘You’re not allowed brie.’

‘Says who?’ she said, guessing the answer.

‘Well it was on the website, it said it was best to avoid it.’ Will said sheepishly, predicting a telling-off.

‘Oh Will’ she said shaking her head. ‘And YOU told ME to relax!’

‘I just want to be safe’ he replied.

‘Luckily for you, we got away with it- this time!’ she said, vowing to herself that she would delete that website from Will’s bookmarks in the morning.

***

That evening, Will and Kate were relaxing at their cottage at Kensington Palace, discussing how lucky they’d been to keep the baby a secret this weekend, when there was a knock at the door.

A slightly dishevelled Harry greeted them when Will opened the door.

‘Can I have some dinner?’ Harry said immediately.

‘Come in’ Will sighed and pointed him in the direction of the kitchen, where there were leftovers from the roast lunch.

‘Hi Kate’ Harry called as he sped into the kitchen. ‘What?’ he said at William’s unimpressed expression. ‘Kate said I could come over for dinner whenever I wanted!’

‘You’ll regret that’ Will said to Kate.

Harry settled on the couch with his warmed up meal. ‘Can I borrow your phone?’ He said to his brother with a mouthful of food. ‘No battery in mine.’

Will passed him the phone, and started flicking through the tv channels.

‘Urm’ Harry said, staring at the phone a few seconds later.

‘You haven’t broken it have you?’ Will said.

Harry turned the phone around. Glaring from the screen was the pregnancy website.

‘Oh crap’ Kate said quietly.

Will immediately started to think of his third excuse of the weekend, but a nudge from Kate and Harry’s face him told him otherwise. He looked over to Kate and she gave him a reassuring smile.

‘Yeh…well, we’re…you’re gonna be an uncle’ he said finally.

‘Shit!’ Harry said beaming. He leapt to his feet and grabbed Will into a hug.

Kate giggled from the sofa, until Harry said ‘and you, sis! Congratulations!’ and gave her a warm embrace.

‘So does anyone else know?!’ he said, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Not yet’ Will replied. ‘And we want to keep it that way.’

‘My lips are sealed.’

‘Right’ Kate said. ‘Harry’s not the one we should be worried about.’ She grabbed the iPhone ‘This needs to go!’

—-

I didn’t finish the rest of this series, here was the plan:

Ch. 3. They see the baby for the first time on a scan. This freaks William out and he doesn’t want to be intimate with Kate. They argue because Kate feels unwanted, but they make up in a romantic sex scene.

Ch. 4. They tell the world about the baby.

Ch. 5. They argue about baby names.

Ch. 6. Didn’t plan this chapter.

Ch. 7. While William is away on an engagement, Kate collapses and is taken into hospital.

Ch. 8. Kate is put on bed rest, and is told not to work. She refuses and does an engagement anyway, against William’s wishes. Eventually they announce that she will be put on bed rest.

Ch. 9. The baby is born in hospital. It is a boy.

#katefiction #royal fanfiction #cambridge fanfiction #kate middleton

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neitherthehoneynorthebee · 4 years

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So I saw a post where Saracen was implied to have had a relationship with a Child of the Spider. I am now imagining a Saracen Rue au where a tryst with a child of the Spider lands him with a baby.

Consider:

Saracen having to keep the baby because society doesn't like 'fallen women' and also the mother was Not planning to have a child. Doesn't mean he doesn't love the kid when he has it! But that's my reason why he becomes a single dad in the mid 19th century.

The child, being a child of a child of the Spider, either:

Has eight limbs.

Transforms into a half human spider like a scarier version of a centaur or a merperson.

Is really good at spinning wool,

Or all of the above.

So Saracen turns up on one of the Dead Men's doorsteps with a baby in his arms and a somewhat sheepish expression on his face. After the obligatory "what the hell"s and "why didn't you mention this???"s, the Dead Men put their heads together and decide to raise this child either collectively or perhaps specific ones step in.

Erskine absolutely refuses to let anyone put the kid in an orphanage, and the Dead Men don't take much convincing. It's not like they'd accept an eighth-spider child anyway.

There should be much shenanigans with Saracen being a three hundred year old dad who Does Not Know What He Is Doing, Ghastly Help!

Extra points if Saracen doesn't notice the extra limbs until another Dead Man points it out, "Saracen, do all babies have eight legs or is yours special?" "WhAT?"

This has to be a mix of fluff and comedy. This kid has seven dads and one parent. So much could go wrong.

Ghastly understands what it's like to be treated badly because of how he looks, and he refuses to let anyone badmouth Saracen's child. The two have to have a nice chat sometime where Ghastly is hella supportive.

The war is still going on, so in every mission one parent stays back to look after the kid. Hence the seven-person team despite the eight members.

Saracen is desperate to be a Good dad and it's adorable.

Meritorious and Ciara (my headcanon name for Ghastly's mum) give parenting advice. So do Kenspeckle and Finbar.

Skulduggery is probably distant because of the whole Vile thing and how he lost his own child. He is the cool uncle more than a dad tbh, drops by to be irresponsible then goes back to the front. He gives Rue awful parenting advice which Saracen definitely ignores.

Cassandra Pharos is the cool older Aunt the kid visits sometimes. She teaches them how to play the guitar and see into the future and bake biscuits.

The kid would probably get a great education but be pretty stressed by the constant war thing. They probably decide from a young age Never to fight in a war, thank you very much.

I don't want this to be laughing at the kid's physical difference, more finding humour in the unlikelihood of the situation and the way the Dead Men parent.

I want to see how each Dead Man reacts differently to being unexpectedly a parent. I want to see their interactions with the kid.

Erskine does not consider betraying anyone because they all have a child to look after and he feels like stabbing one of the kid's dads in the back could be potentially traumatic. However, the way the Children of the Spider are treated is an even bigger concern of his.

Hopeless is terrified of being responsible for a child but also understands the kid better due to being a fear-mage. When the kid is a baby Hopeless knows what is distressing them and reassures Saracen that the kid is fine, it just doesn't like the doll Larrikin gave it.

Larrikin takes the kid on solo trips. They sneak off to magical cafes and go on adventures together. Anton often joins them.

Dexter is chill about there being a baby from the get go. He is the only calm person and goes straight to looking after it immediately.

Them having to evacuate quickly and take the baby with them. Having to sneak through enemy territory with a baby in tow.

I feel like Mist has to be the mother, just to make things more difficult. That would be so awkward, especially after she tries to start a coup.

And, if Mist is the mum, is the Torment the biological uncle? Do the Dead Men and Children of the Spider have awkward family get togethers?

I bet there's more to add but this is all I have right now.

#fyodor writes #crack-fic ideas #look it'd be better than the darquesse giving birth to herself then morphing into said baby idea and THAT'S CANON #saracen rue #skulduggery pleasant #children of the spider #dexter vex #erskine ravel #hopeless #larrikin #alternate universe #just to add to the child of the spider discourse happening on tumblr

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sesamestreep · 4 years

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stack the deck with wild cards (chapter 2)

(read on AO3)

(start from the beginning)

SUMMARY: Jyn tries to tell Cassian about the pregnancy--and the abortion--but it’s more difficult than she thought it would be. And she was already pretty sure it was going to suck.

A/N: The next installment of the Obvious Child AU. Same warnings apply! See the AO3 links for more details! Discussions of pregnancy, abortion, and unsafe sex abound. Curate your own experience! I love you!

Jyn practically wears a hole in the floor of her apartment from pacing so much, but she does eventually find the courage to tap Cassian’s name on her phone and call him. It’s mid-afternoon on a weekday and she’s gotten precisely nothing done all day because she’s been fretting about this conversation. She tries to remind herself of Bodhi’s reassurances that Cassian will be cool about all of this, but in reality, the only thing that’s actually making her feel better is the thought of getting this part over with, so she can panic about every other aspect of this situation instead.

Cassian mercifully picks up on the second ring. “Hello?” He says, cautiously.

Somehow, despite the fact that she was very intentionally calling him on the telephone, actually hearing his voice still catches her off guard. It doesn’t help that Cassian has a really nice voice, something she’s allowed to notice without it being weird because she's an amateur musician and all. He tends to be pretty quiet in general, but he’s also been know to occasionally go off on a tangent about something he really cares about—some new thing a local politician is doing that he thinks is stupid, or one of the kids he works with doing something amazing with their life that he can’t wait to share—and Jyn somehow does not get bored of listening to him, like she normally would with anyone else who tries to talk to her about politics or children. She’s happy to blame that on the whole nice voice thing and to ignore the part of her brain that’s suggesting maybe she just likes him as a person.

“Hello?” Cassian asks again, sounding more confused this time.

“Cassian, hi,” Jyn says, finally snapping out of her reverie. “It’s Jyn.”

“Yeah, I saw the name on the screen,” he says, not unkindly, and she resists the urge to smack herself on the forehead like she’s in a cartoon.

“Sorry, I, uh, didn’t know if you’d have my number saved or not,” she says, glad he can’t see the way she’s grimacing at her own stupidity.

“Of course I do,” he replies, matter-of-factly. “What can I do for you? Is everything alright?”

Jyn panics at the question and she can’t keep the bristle out of her tone. “Why would something be wrong?”

“I just—I thought something might have happened to Bodhi,” he says, and his tone is hard to read. “You and I don’t normally talk on the phone much.”

We don’t talk much at all , Jyn thinks, petulantly, even though she’s the one who said she would call after they hooked up and then didn’t, so whose fault is it really? If she wanted them to talk more, she could have made that happen and she didn’t. And moreover, she supposes he probably would be her first call if something had happened to Bodhi. They live together after all and, beyond that, Cassian just seems like he’d be good in a crisis. She could imagine leaning on him—trusting him, that is—in a time of stress. Not now, obviously. But in a theoretical situation in an alternate universe where she hadn’t ruined whatever relationship they have or could have with her numerous issues, he’d be the guy to call, she thinks.

“Uh, no, I guess we don’t,” she admits. “Bodhi’s fine, though. So, no worries there.”

“Oh, good,” he replies, with obvious relief. “So, what do you need?”

It doesn’t sound dismissive, but she can’t see him and so she can’t be absolutely certain. Maybe he’s annoyed to hear from her after all this time. It would make sense, but the possibility of it still stings. She forces herself to push past it and keep going.

“I just wanted to tell you—” Jyn is cut off by some murmuring in the background of the call followed by some loud rustling, as if Cassian was blocking the phone’s mic. It only continues for a few seconds, before the sound on the line is clear again.

“Sorry about that, Jyn,” Cassian says, sincerely. “My co-worker needed to ask me something before our meeting and she didn’t realize I was on the phone.”

“Oh,” Jyn says, and that stops her short. She figured he was at work and that wasn’t really the ideal place for him to get this news, but she has no idea what kind of hours he works and she couldn’t bear to put it off any longer. But now, it seems like a terrible idea.

“Do you—I thought you had your own office,” she says, for all it’s a complete non-sequitur. She thought he’d at least be alone when she told him the news.

“Me?” He asks, as if she could mean anyone else. “No, it’s an open floor plan at the office. I just have a cubicle.”

“Oh,” she says again. The idea of breaking this news to Cassian when he’s in full view of his co-workers and won’t be able to process it in private suddenly feels so cruel to Jyn that she can’t even think what to say next.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, no. Not at all. I’m just—I always pictured you as having your own office. Not that I picture you—I don’t think about your work, that is. I just, when I called you, I was imagining an office, that’s all.”

“Right,” Cassian says, evenly. Jyn could sink into the floor, she’s so embarrassed. “Are you sure everything is okay?”

Jyn’s brain is going into panic mode, which is the only explanation for why she blurts out what she does. “I just wanted to know if you were free for dinner,” she practically shouts.

“Dinner?”

“Yes, dinner,” she replies, cheerily, even as the reality of what’s she’s asked hits her like a freight train. That sounds like a date, you moron , her brain shouts at her.

“Me and you?”

Jyn closes her eyes against the embarrassment she feels, both at her suggestion and at his incredulity. “Yeah, me and you,” she answers, and with her eyes shut, she can allow herself to enjoy the idea of it, of getting dinner with him. Like they’re just normal people that like each other and everything is simple.

“When?”

“Is tonight too soon?”

“I don’t have any other plans,” he says and Jyn thinks he might sound nervous. It makes her feel incredible and terrible at the same time. “Did you have somewhere in mind?”

“Um, there’s this Thai place in my neighborhood that I really like,” she says, naming the first place she can think of. Besides, if she has to have this awful conversation over dinner, it might as well be at a place she likes. “If you like Thai food, that is.”

“Yeah. Yes. That sounds great.”

“I’ll send you the address. Could you meet me for 7 o’clock?”

“I’ll have to come directly from work, but if that’s okay with you, 7 is fine.”

“Totally okay with me,” she says, absently thinking of the sweater-and-a-button-up ensembles he normally wears to work and if that’s what he’ll wear to the restaurant tonight. She wonders if he’ll have the sleeves rolled up in the way she finds stupidly attractive for no discernible reason.

“Great,” he says, brightly and then clears his throat. “I’ll see you then.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Jyn replies, and then wishes she could take it back. She always likes seeing him, but under the circumstances, it sounds so cheery and fake.

Cassian, for his part, seems caught off-guard, but he recovers fairly quickly. “I am too.”

They eventually run out of pleasant almost-sign-offs and have to actually say goodbye and hang up, which leaves Jyn in her empty apartment to continue freaking out. Why had she put this conversation off even further? Obviously, telling him at work was not a great plan, but tricking him into thinking they’re going to have a nice dinner—maybe he even thinks she was asking him out on a date—is somehow worse. The only advantage to this new plan is that he’s very unlikely to cause a scene in a public place. Then again, Jyn has a hard time imagining Cassian causing a scene anywhere. He’s so calm and collected most of the time. That bodes well for how he’ll take her news, but she can’t really be sure.

After texting him the address for the restaurant, Jyn copes with the stress of her impending dinner by trying on literally every outfit she owns, in order to figure out what to wear. It can’t be too fancy or too sexy because she needs Cassian to know it’s not a date, but she also doesn’t want to look casual or frumpy, though she doesn’t examine her motives for wanting to look good for this awkward dinner too closely. By the end of this process, most of her clothing is in a pile on her bed that she will have to clear off later in order to go to sleep—a problem for future Jyn, as always—and she’s selected a pair of black overalls that seem to be the item with the least paint on them in her entire wardrobe to wear over a cropped sweater. It’s a cute outfit that doesn’t explicitly scream “DATE NIGHT” but also doesn’t make her feel hideous, which, for all her pregnancy isn’t far along, is a hard feeling to come by, thanks to the hormones.

She picks out shoes to match and even puts on some makeup and tries to get her bangs to look normal, which kills enough time that, if she walks to the restaurant instead of being lazy and taking a cab, she might actually beat Cassian there, even though he’s aggressively early to everything. After the obligatory search for wherever she left her keys—a daily ritual for her—she sets out for the restaurant feeling only a little queasy with what she assumes are nerves.

The restaurant is busy enough for a weekday evening but Jyn only has to wait a few minutes for a table. She warns the waiter she’s expecting someone and orders an iced tea while she waits. She bobs one knee up and down furiously underneath the table, anxious for Cassian to show up and secretly wishing he won’t so she can just go home and pretend none of this is really happening. Though she tries not to, she still watches the door like a hawk, practically jumping out of her seat every time someone walks through the main entrance.

Cassian shows up at 7:02 PM, leaving Jyn very little time to freak out alone, for all it felt like an eternity. She’s watching as he comes through the door and speaks to the hostess, so she sees him run a hand through his hair in what she assumes is a nervous gesture and her throat goes very dry, both at how attractive he is and at the idea of fucking up his night like she’s about to. It’s just then that the hostess points in her direction and Cassian’s gaze lands on her, which means Jyn gets to watch as his polite but guarded look melts into something more familiar and affectionate and relieved. He’s relieved to see her , she thinks, incredulously, even as she waves at him. Did he think she would stand him up? Did he think he imagined their entire phone call?

“Hi,” he says, a little breathlessly, as he reaches the table.

Jyn stands abruptly from her seat, for lack of anything better to do and leans into him at the same moment he leans towards her. She has a brief moment of panic where she thinks he might kiss her—not that a kiss from him would be a bad thing, generally speaking, but she would feel guilty under the circumstances—and so she swerves gracelessly to the left. Her mouth collides with the side of his face as he wraps an arm around her in a loose hug and she realizes, belatedly, that she completely misjudged what he was going for. She doesn’t allow herself to linger in the embrace, even if she kind of wants to, and pulls back quickly, before she can get used to the warm weight of his hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he says, when she’s dropped back into her seat and he’s busied himself with removing his jacket and scarf.

Jyn resists the urge to laugh at that, knowing he’s being completely earnest. He was two minutes late, that’s nothing, she wants to say, but she waves off his apology without a word.

“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” She asks, instead.

“No, not at all,” he says, as he sits across from her. “The train was just delayed.”

“As always.”

He smiles at that, leaning forward on his elbows on the table, and it makes Jyn wistful for the version of tonight where they are just out to dinner for fun. In that version, the only thing she has to be nervous about is if they’ll go home together at the end of the night. In reality, she knows there’s no chance of that happening, but some part of her longs for it. She wishes she’d called him two months ago, back when things were simple—or, at least, simpler—and asked him to this same restaurant. It could have been nice, feeling these nerves for all the good reasons instead of why she has them now.

“So, I was—”

“Have you—?”

They both speak at the same time and Cassian’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, which is so unfairly cute that Jyn can’t even laugh in return at their shared mishap.

“You go,” he says.

“I, uh—” Jyn starts to say, but she’s interrupted by the waiter returning with her drink and asking if he can get Cassian anything.

“Just water, thank you.”

“Are you sure?” Jyn asks before she can stop herself. She doesn’t know why she thinks adding alcohol to this situation will help, but she also thinks he might want to drink once he hears her news. “It’s my treat.”

Cassian looks puzzled by this, but his features clear after a second. “I’m good, really,” he says, before turning back to the waiter. “Thank you.”

The waiter hurries off, leaving them alone again. Cassian opens his menu and begins scanning through the first section, before looking up at her with obvious concern.

“Do you already know what you’re getting?” He asks.

“Oh,” Jyn says, flattening her palm on her unopened menu. “Yes, but just because I always get the same thing here. Their pad see ew is really good.”

Cassian nods, as if this is fascinating information to him. “I’m going to have to read through the menu, unfortunately,” he says, apologetically.

She makes an exaggerated hand gesture that is meant to bat his apology away but in truth conveys absolutely nothing. “Take your time,” she says, to clarify.

Cassian reading his menu gives Jyn some time to regroup and also to note that he is, in fact, wearing a navy blue cable knit sweater over what looks to be a light blue button-up. The sleeves aren’t rolled up to his elbows, which is disappointing, but she assumes that’s because it’s freezing outside. He’s also biting his lip as he concentrates on reading, which is simultaneously very cute and completely hot. She realizes she’s been staring at him intently half a second after Cassian does.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, looking embarrassed.

“No, it’s—nothing!”

“I should be making conversation, shouldn’t I?”

“No, don’t worry about that,” Jyn says, hurriedly. It’s not like she can just tell him she was staring because he’s stupidly handsome. “I just got lost in thought for a second.”

“Do you come here often?” He asks, completely sincerely and Jyn laughs before she can stop herself.

“Sorry,” she says, when she’s regained her self-control. “That’s just such a line. I know you didn’t mean it that way, but—”

Before she can finish her sentence or Cassian can defend himself like he clearly wants to, something lands at their feet with a thump and a rattle. Cassian leans down to retrieve it and returns with one of those baby toys with different bits that all make different noises or have different textures. It’s done up entirely in bright primary colors and seems to have a smiling puppy’s head at the very top. A screech from the table behind them alerts Jyn to the item’s true owner.

Cassian twists in his chair to offer the toy back to a chunky toddler with a mop of riotous curls who’s sitting in a high chair at the next table over. “I take it this is yours,” he says, very seriously to the baby, who squawks delightedly at the sight of the toy.

The child’s mother, sitting with an older child on the other side of the table, gives Cassian a grateful smile. “Can you say ‘thank you?’” She asks in a pleasant voice. The baby just gurgles in response, leaving the woman to thank Cassian herself.

Cassian turns back to Jyn with an amused smile on his face that honestly overwhelms her. It’s rare to see him smile without a hint of self-deprecation or irony to it. If she put her mind to it, she could probably count the number of genuine smiles like that she’s seen on one hand. He’s almost always pulling them back, reining them in, for whatever reason.

“Anyway,” he says, turning his full attention back to her. “You were making fun of me for using a generic line on you.”

“I wasn’t,” Jyn says, and can’t help smiling herself. “I knew that’s not what you meant. You were really just asking if I come here often.”

“Yes, I was.”

“I do, to answer your question. It’s my favorite place for takeout, when I’m too lazy to cook, which is almost always.”

“You don’t eat in? With this ambience?” He asks, gesturing around the place.

“Hey, don’t judge their decor,” she fires back, more defensive than she would have expected herself to be. There are a million string lights everywhere, and the walls are painted a very aggressive shade of red, and the owners decorate to the nines for every single holiday, which means there’s hearts and lace and chubby Cupids wielding arrows everywhere for Valentine’s Day. “It’s fun.”

“Very,” Cassian agrees, with one of his small cryptic smiles. It makes Jyn remember with sudden clarity how fun it was to kiss him, to feel that smile against her lips.

She shakes herself out of it, focusing on the present. “I suppose your favorite restaurant is very chic and minimalist with its decor,” she says.

“No, I wouldn’t say that,” he replies, giving the matter some consideration. “Honestly, I don’t go out for dinner a lot. I prefer to cook at home.”

“Well, I’ve been to your apartment,” she says, trying not to feel inadequate by comparison. “It’s pretty chic.”

It doesn’t occur to her what she’s said until after the words are out of her mouth. She obviously just meant that she’s been over to visit Bodhi before, but when Cassian gives her a surprised look in response, she realizes she has also unwittingly brought to mind the time they hooked up. It’s not an artful segue by any means, but she does need to get this over with and stop pretending they can just sit here and have a nice meal together, like normal people.

“Actually, that reminds me,” she begins, bracing herself for how much this is going to suck, “there’s something I wanted to tell you—”

Their neighbor at the next table chooses that perfect moment to toss their horrible mutated puppy toy at Jyn’s feet again and it breaks her concentration. Cassian, who’d been watching her and listening intently a second beforehand, spots the toy on the ground and leans to pick it up again before Jyn can even think to react. Instead of just turning around and handing it over again, he actually gets up and goes over to the baby this time, crouching in front of the high chair.

“You know, if you keep throwing this around, you might lose it,” he says, very solemnly, to the child. “Somebody might kick it into the kitchen. My friend over there might accidentally take it home with her.” The baby swivels around to look at Jyn and smiles at her with drooly gums that do nothing to make her want a child of her own. She smiles weakly in response.

“Anything could happen,” Cassian continues, drawing the baby’s attention back to him. “I don’t want you to lose it. Your mother doesn’t want you to lose it. You don’t want to lose it.” He’s saying all of this with that faux-serious tone people adopt with children, as if they’re grown-ups who understand what’s going on but also with a slight sing-song lilt to it. “So, no more throwing, okay?”

The baby shrieks and reaches for the toy, which Cassian pulls just slightly out of reach, delighting the child further.

“Do we have an agreement?” He asks, holding out his hand, as if the child is a small businessman he’s making a deal with. The baby smacks a drool-soaked palm against Cassian’s in response, which makes him smile. “Very good.”

As he stands up, the child’s mother says something quietly to him, which Cassian waves off nonchalantly. He turns and drops back into his seat across from Jyn as if nothing has happened.

“Sorry about that,” he says. “You were saying…”

Jyn’s throat feels completely dry and speaking feels beyond her abilities at the moment, so she reaches for her drink before she replies. “You have a way with kids, huh?” She says, gesturing to their friends at the next table.

“Oh, that?” He asks, shrugging it off. “I guess so. I helped a lot with my sister when she was that age. My grandmother tells me I was so obsessed with babies that my parents had another kid just so I’d stop bugging them about it.”

“Huh,” Jyn says, trying to sound noncommittal while she’s panicking internally. God, of course he loves kids. Why would this be easy?

Cassian, however, is oblivious to her distress, looking back over his shoulder at the family at the next table. “I’m really excited to have a bunch of little ones running around soon,” he says, out of nowhere, and Jyn’s stomach turns over.

She’s standing before she can even form a thought. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she knows she can’t stay here. The sudden movement draws Cassian’s attention back to her and he looks up at her in alarm.

“Jyn, are you okay?”

“I, uh,” she says, struggling for a lie that will get her out of there fast enough. “I think I left the oven on at my place, actually. So I have to go, right now.”

“Oh,” Cassian says, looking concerned and maybe even a little disappointed. “Well, I can go with you, or walk you out, if you—” He goes to put his coat on and Jyn throws her arm out to stop him, which just alarms him further.

“No need,” she says, half-frantic. She fishes her wallet out of her coat pocket and takes a few bills out, flinging them at the table in her urgency. “For my drink.”

“Oh, there’s no—”

“I’ll, uh—I’ll call you,” Jyn says, already rushing for the door. It doesn’t occur to her until she’s halfway to her apartment that she said the exact same thing the last time she ran out on him too.

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Brains VS. Brawns - Re-Review #52

Look at MAX with his weapon of choice!

Right, now I’ve got that desperate exclamation out of the way, let’s get to the proper part of the review.

This is the final episode of series 2. Goodness grief, I cannot believe we’ve made it this far already. But we have, and so once again, I will give out one of my massive thank you’s to you all for supporting the Re-Review Series (even though the author has been massively busy in lockdown [ironic, right?] and so has given you some rather poor ones some days).

But, let’s begin with this shot of the desert, which somehow reminds me of TOS ‘The Uninvited’. What was it Scott said in that episode about unfriendly places?

Yeah, Thunderbird One got shot down in that episode... and in this episode, someone is also shooting at it, but with a giant, very dangerous - if you remember Brains trying to tell us all the possibilities back in ‘Power Play’ (or Battle of the Bad Guys Volume 1, as I like to remember it) - very powerful laser!

Yes, the desert is a very unfriendly spot.

So yes, this episode if where we get to see Project sentinel, a weapon that was beyond The Hood’s realm of conscience. Personally, I think The Hood would have definitely used that laser.

I thought this shot from ‘The Uninvited’ was relevant to show what I meant about the desert. See, unfriendly place. And I officially respect Adam Wilkin of the interweb for making this! It fits perfectly with my current line of conversation and really looks like it could have been a TAG episode.

Anyhow, moving on from my line of thought from the title card, let’s get down to business. And by that I mean the rescue business!

And let’s just casually take Thunderbird One out to the desert - even after everything we’ve just been discussing and looking at? Yeah, the desert and Thunderbird One aren’t friends, but folks, be reassured, we don’t get to see it shot down today! Live in reassurance that TB1 is fine. I couldn’t have a certain someone holding their breath all the way through the review to hear that nugget of knowledge.

“I’m tracking the source... oh no! We have a situation. A really, really big one. A massive laser satellite just showed up on scanners. Guys, I think The Mechanic’s Project Sentinel is online.”

Because these bad guys have really been quiet since ‘Home on the Range’ so what else could we expect for the series final? And if there was ever a time for the “we have a situation line” it was now.

“That laser blast revealed a hidden underground facility. my scans show one life sign trapped inside.”

Hmm... the cogs in my brain were already turning at this. An underground facility with no records available to John?

“John, where am I exactly?”

“I can’t find any record of it. Whoever built that place didn’t want anyone to find it.”

“Well, The Mechanic found it.”

Yeah, I was suspicious.

“Losing those power cells didn’t stop The Mechanic. He’s using the sun to power it now!”

Why would The Mechanic want to fire at the Sahara? Yeah, I was doubly suspicious.

Yep, and we’ve yet to find a way to stop solar power - especially if you’ve got your solar panels up in space right near the source. Let’s power the world environmentally and take a leaf out of The Mechanic’s books.

“Scott, the Sentinel is firing!”

Warnings are useful given in advance Brains!

I sort of felt that. It looked and sounded like it hurt... It’s always Scott isn’t it? I bet they’ll be more prompts going up after this reminder... I’m still working on the rockfall, they don’t give us (or Scott) much chance to recover here).

“That was way too close.”

Yeah, you’re telling me!

“It looks like the longer the Sentinel charges, the more powerful it’s laser.”

Basic solar energy principles, right there.

Throw back to Friday - you know, hypercars, Tycho, David Tennant - “he will knock four times”, remember that line (different fandom I know, but go with it).

* Knock knock *

And we only get two. Shame. See where my mind wanders?

“This is International Rescue. Open up. I’ve come to get you out of here.”

“Ah, Scott Tracy. It took you long enough.”

“The Hood!”

Bet no one saw that coming.

Oh, wait, me! I did!

Cue obligatory gasps.

*Gasp*

“The Hood!”

“What are you up to Hood?”

Punch him, Scott, please punch someone for once.

(Reminder that this show is universally rated).

Or not.

Just let The Hood walk right past you.

Universal rating.

There’s a parallel world somewhere - I like to think - where Scott does punch that smug face.

“Isn’t it obvious? The Mechanic is trying to fry me with a space laser.”

I know he’s the bad guy, I know we’re not meant to like him, but that line was humour central, I laughed massively. I’d forgotten it completely!

“I’m waiting for you to rescue me.”

“Us rescue you?”

“You are International Rescue, are you not?”

Sorry, you must have dialed the wrong number, this is International Gardening, supported by the one and only Ned Tedford. The only thing we rescue is geranium’s, definitely not super villains. Just imagine that world for a second.

But uh, no, this is International Rescue, reporting for duty.

“And that makes you think we’ll rescue you?”

“I’m counting on it.”

Remember that quality of Scott’s we love? The calm thinking, forward pushing, forgiving;

“Who you are and what you’ve done doesn’t matter.”

Yeah, well here it wavers, because it matters. This is the one (possibly there’s more on Scott’s bad list, but I think The Hood is probably the one he really can’t see past - I mean, he forgives Fuse, but I’m saying no more because we’ll get there later) person that Scott cannot treat with the same attitude he faces the rest of life and their rescues with. Everyone has their limits and for Scott, I think forgiving and saving the person who killed their Dad is just a step too far. And I don’t blame his lapse, it’s completely understandable. Put in his position, I think I would have been the same.

“Scott he has a point. We have a duty to protect people from harm. We don’t get to choose who that is.”

“Grandma...”

“But- just because we have to save him, doesn’t mean he’ll like it.”

I like her thinking.

“International Rescue, my life is in your hands.”

“Just make sure you remember that.”

Yeah, and then take shots at them again in Series 3.

Right, so summarizing up until here;

Let’s save The Hood - because morals demand it, rightly so - but that doesn’t mean we can’t imprison him at the same time! See, Scott is kinda getting what he wants.

“To The Hood. You can hide no more. Give me what you want or be destroyed.”

The Hood is controlling The Mechanic! But he’s refusing! I love it when someone overcomes challenges. So the whole controlling thing, definitely changes the playing board.

“I don’t think International Rescue will let that happen.”

“He’s right, Mechanic. Stand down.”

“I’m not after you International Rescue. I only want The Hood. Step aside.”

“As much as I’d like to, I can’t do that.”

“Then go down with him.”

He’s not actually a bad guy deep down. I knew there was more to this guy than we ever saw in ‘Earthbreaker’. And now, for one of my favourite events - the TAG game of Catch The Hood.

“Thunderbird One is about to be toast.”

“Maybe Thunderbird Shadow could carry the weight for a while.”

“What are you doing?”

“This is where you get off.”

Ding. Going down.

“Where are you going?”

“To Thunderbird Three. I’m going to take out Sentinel and The Mechanic before he takes out a Tracy.”

Got to love this boys spirit. That, and he hates to be left out.

“Alan, that’s a terrible plan. Firstly, The Mechanic will be operating the Sentinel remotely, so we don’t know where he is. Secondly, it’s a giant laser. Thunderbird Three would be shot clean out of the sky.”

Brains’ practically really is a good at being crushing. But it is practical.

“Let Thunderbird Four take the package for a while. I hope you don’t get seasick Hood, because we’re going all the way down.”

“John, this isn’t working. We’re in hot water down here.”

“Don’t worry, Thunderbird Four help is on the way.”

“Our turn to play pass the parcel. Parker, active the magnetic bumpers.

“Yes, M’Lady.”

“Here that Hood. You’re going for a nice drive in the country. He’s all yours, Lady Penelope.”

“Parcel received.”

Honestly, there’s no better way to document this scene really, save the scene itself, so I’m trying my best here.

“The magnets locked hon but gaw hit’s ‘eavy. hI do ‘ope hit will ‘old.”

“Parker, that magnet could hold a tractor if it had to.”

“We know that M’Lady, but The ‘ood doesn’t.”

Loved that laugh, Parker!

Meanwhile, on the chase;

“Can’t we just ditch The ‘ood? Better him than hus.”

“That’s not very International Rescue now, is it Parker?”

“No, M’Lady.”

But I’m with him.

“Thunderbird Two couldn’t sit by and let you have all the fun.”

No, and Alan tagged along. Virgil probably - wisely - pulled him off the island before he exploded.

“Magnetic coupling detached.”

“Got it.”

“This is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”

I’m honestly not sure the being chased by a giant laser part is fun... playing catch with The Hood? Yes, that’s fun. Better with no fear of being blown up!

Sorry, the game of catch distracted me, let’s get to the Brains part of the episode. Little bit of jumping around to be had.

“I wonder what it is The Mechanic wants exactly...”

Well, why don’t you go and find out.

There’s was a full Brains and MAX gear up sequence. About time.

“No, MAX. This laser’s far too dangerous for anyone to be on board. Rockets disengaged. That should let us slip through undetected.”

And they’re nearly detected! Contradiction number 1.

“Quiet MAX. There’s no one here, but we don’t know what kind of alarms there are.”

You know, the amount of times Brains has very definitely said (I think we’re on three) that The Mechanic couldn’t possibly be here, is really making me think The Mechanic is actually going to be here. Any one else?

Remember what you were saying to Alan and MAX about remote operating? That looks like The Mechanic to me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well?”

“I asked first?”

“It’s my satellite.”

“Yes. Good point.”

Adored MAX, head turning, not sure where to look. These two were meant to be besties. It’s the joint speaking that gives it away.

“What could The Hood possibly have that you want so badly?”

Yes, let’s get to the point.

“It’s not what he has. It’s what he does. What he makes me do.”

“His cybernetic eye! The Hood is controlling you!”

Well done! It’s only taken 26 episodes! I mean, I guessed by around 13, but okay...

“Not always. I’ve learnt to fight it. That’s much easier up here. But I can’t fight him forever.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this. International Rescue can help you. I can help you.”

“No one can help me.”

Why does no one ever take the help first off! Trust in Brains mate! Sorry, Mr Mechanic, Sir.

“Maximum power!”

Yeah, Brains, I’m with John.

“The Mechanic is powering up for a single shot that will take out everything in the vicinity of The Hood. Brains, it’s now or never.”

MAX being such a hero fighting the Meccas.

“There! I’ve shut down his controls.”

“You’ve ruined everything! now I’ll never be rid of him.”

“Mechanic, trust me, as Chief Engineer of International Rescue, we will find a way to make sure The Hood never has control over you again. You’re coming with me.”

“You want to arrest me that much.”

“I’m not arresting you. I’m saving you.”

This is the start to a beautiful friendship. Just wait another twenty-odd episodes for it. Sit back, kick your feet up,

“The Mechanic is not fully responsible for his actions. He must be protected from The Hood. International Rescue will be in touch, I promise. Engineer to engineer.”

All’s well that ends well.

Speaking of;

“Hood, you’re under arrest.”

“Yes, please! Just get me away from International Rescue!”

I know they’ve just thrown him here, there and everywhere, but somehow I don’t think The Hood would ever take to arrest that easy. Not without a plan... and let’s face it, he had one in ‘Legacy’, what’s the bet he pulls the same trick?

“It seems like we can’t say it enough. Thank you, International Rescue.”

Yes, because not seem rude, but you would probably have lost the world ten times over with what we’ve seen of the GDF’s ‘show of force’ so far. They didn’t even notice when Captain Foster wasn’t Captain Foster! Really, The Hood should have set his sights higher and tried to play Colonel Casey. International Rescue might have been the only ones to notice.

“With those two in custody, all of you might just get a break.”

“Well, to be honest, I’m looking forward to some good old fashioned rescues for a change.”

“Sea quakes.”

“Rock slides.”

“Runaway asteroids.”

“Petty thieves stealing classified technology.”

“Unruly Ambassadors.”

“Dog sitting.”

“And fused power relays.”

And there you have it. What International Rescue call a normal Tuesday.

And we’ve reached the end Series 2!

Oh, wait, it’s like a post credit scene (only before the credits) and look!

Handcuffs on the floor and tied up GDF officers? Well, here we go again.

I mean, is anyone surprised that he found a way out? I’m not. And look at these people in purple! We haven’t had much purple yet in this show - besides the fact Grandma Tracy wears it all the time, so I feel a little like they’re stealing her signature colour. Couldn’t they have gone for black like every other bad guy in TAG? Apparently not.

“Everything has gone according to plan. The Tracy’s have taken care of The Mechanic and now, nothing to stop us causing global chaos.”

Is that a hint dropped there, you know like an easter egg?

But that is the end of Series 2. New bad guys to be introduced properly in tomorrows re-review!

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