#my evil lab ray experiments

[buddygrouse]

zapped my pirate eyrie into a zombie

[zwelcii]

sixteen | gally x reader

tmr.

fluffy angst for the soul. im bawling my eyes out and cannot be aesthetic rn because im stuck on page 255 of the death cure and i cannot for the life of me read on. oh my days, james dashner. why?

sum; your from group b and you meet gally at the bonfire in the safe haven, but he already knows you. god forbid newt is there though omfg.

cw; swearing, fluff, romance, lgbt themes, unresolved trauma from bein munies, character death.

a/n; all lowercase and not proofread because i cannot anymore holy motherfucking shit. also i would die for will poulter in the newtmas gut wrenching cus like yesssss!! please, will, PLEASEEEE

i want to love a boy, the way i loved the ocean...

homosexual angst, heterosexual comfort.

in your opinion, the safe haven was simply too good to be true. it was a sight to see children your age and younger strolling around without a care in the world. it was surreal. they played games, chased each other around the tall grass, and carried themselves with a certain carefree joy that you absoluetly envied.

you felt so out walking around sulking with your hair down and your clothes wrinkled and bedridden. you looked like a mess and you knew it because you refused to leave your tent for two days, fearing that once you stepped outside that maybe this was all just another test. a trick of the mind.

a trick of the mind that you'd grown used to in the wicked labs. the worst of it came from the sensations you'd feel on your legs and arms after sitting around for too long. pins and needles. if you held on long enough, your skin would eventually mimic the experience of the dozens of pins and pricks your limbs had to undergo. you could vividly see the tubes coming out of you, draining the very essence of your life away and replacing it with biochemical that didn't look, feel, or act natural. you remember being halfway full of the "fake blood." you could remember the feeling of barely being human.

at night, if you closed your eyes hard enough, you could still feel the bright, warm rays of the springs' artificially designed and wicked-engineered daylight on your skin. it would feel so real in your mind that you'd nearly have a panic attack, believeing that you had never escaped in the first place.

you'd spent your whole life (or at least the parts you remembered) in that cruel "life" simulation they called the maze trials. so long that you'd been conditioned to think that that was what home felt like. but no munie has ever felt truely at home before, so what gave vince the right to think that this place could be any different?

for the first time ever, you came out of your tent, looking around you as community unfurled before you. and although you wanted to tell yourself that you were safe, and that you were real, you couldn't help but call bullshit.

not long ago, your group had outsmarted your maze trials and joined the right arm. that was the first time you had truely seen hope after being sent up the lift and thrown into the sadistic evil wicked called "an expirement for good."

unfourtunately, it wasn't much longer then that you would realise that the hope that you had been given was futile and false.

because as soon as you did something nice for the others, you were thrown back into wicked's custody. the good die young and poor afterall. you were transported around the country, often with the tired asian boy you never learned the name of, but he was part of the group the right arm "saved." though you suppose nobody is ever safe anymore.

the scientists there subjected you to what felt like hundreds of graphic simulations. they forced you to watch your loved ones die over and over again—people whose faces you couldn't recognize but somehow knew you should've. You saw them getting ripped apart by shades, their guts spilling on the floor. Falling perilously off the cliff and crumbling in front of you in a gruesome splat of red. you watched your friends get buried alive under the damp soils of the springs, you digging the holes with no controls to stop yourself from hurting harriet, sonya, ximena, rachel, aris, miyoko, beth—the names went on. through it all, your mind was always awake, fully aware of every horrifying detail. the images burning itself into your dreams, gifting you with restless nights.

though you suppose you should be grateful in the slightest. because you wholeheartedly believed that you would still be in that pain if it weren't for the rouge wicked soldier that carried you out of the facility and onto a bus full of the children you'd seen before im the hallways. regardless, suspicion bubbled within you. you found yourself asking when you would start killing everyone.

aris walked up to you, calling out your name as his way of announcing himself, careful not to startle you. him, harriet and sonya were your most frequent visitors, talking to you from the otherside of the thin tent walls. you begged them to stay outside, anticipating your "turn for the worst."

you walked together as he told you about the bonfire vince would be holding that afternoon. "just like the good old days" he said, though you disagreed. the last "good day" you had was before the springs, lost somewhere in the mist of all the things you couldn't remember.

"maybe meet someof the other people?" aris suggested, his question laced with the sterness of an order. "it'll do you some good." he said. doubt it.

as aris walked away, your gaze was drawn to a pair of blue eyes watching you from a distance. they belonged to a tall blond boy who observed with a curious, almost wistfulness swimming in his eyes before it melted into a sombre look. the shade of blue in his eyes bubbled up a sense of familiarity deep within you, and you didn't even realise you were holding your breath until you forced yourself to look away.

that night, after vince's inspirational speech to keep the colony in high hopes, you lingered at the back of the crowd. small cliques spread about with wide grins and loud laughter as they ate and danced around the fire. you felt a streak of envy as you watched the children easily forget as if they hadn't been poked and prodded just days prior. yet, you were also grateful that the younger ones didn't have to face the worst of it. it was a bittersweet sight—knowing they could find joy despite everything, even if for just a moment.

behind the bonfire and displayed before the beach was the large slate of rock vince had mentioned in his speech. a few kids were already at work, carving dozens of names into the stone—tributes to the people they'd lost. one of them stood out, towering over the others with a quiet intensity. he skillfully carved the name "maya" at the top of the sculpture, his hands steady and deliberate. he went over the name a couple names, digging the name deep into the rock so it popped out the most comared to the others until he finished and did the same for the name "chuck" under his first. the sounds of the chisel against stone mixed with the crackling of the fire and the gentle lapping of waves from afar overlapped. the atmosphere thickened as each name was etched into the monument.

you came up behind the boy, tapping him gentely on the shoulder and he seemed to lean into your touch. oddly enough, he didn't have to turn around to know that he'd find you with your arm outstretched, asking for the sculpting tools.

in surprise, you stood there looking at the tools he carefully handed over to you, those blue eyes never leaving the name he carved in first. it startled you how in sync you seemed to be with this total stranger, you couldn't help but stare at the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, how his eyes glazed over the longer he stared at the names, and how his shoulders were tensed every time you had seen him. as if he was carrying the weight of the world.

in contrast to the boy, you got on your knees before the large stone slate, taking your time with the curves of each letter. she felt unworthy of writing the name into the rock, having killed her over and over and over again in so many different simulations. but when you brought it up with harriet, she simply gave your shoulder a squeeze in attempt to reassure you before pulling you into a hug, whispering soft "i know,"s into your hair, your eyes watering.

you made sure to do it justice, chipping away at the stone with intention in each stroke, a furrow of your eyebrows over your tired eyes as you made no mistake with each hit of your mallet. you had noticed that although he was finished on his names, the boy still hovered behind her, watching the way she shifted her entire focus into permanently engraving the name into the sculpture. she paid no mind to anything other than the work in front of her and the sound sof the sea. "beth" you had written, standing up and backing away to admire your works.

it was then that you realised that the boy was never looking at the names. he was looking at you, putting a respectful hand on the small of your back as you walked backwards, before pulling away to cross his arms over his chest. usually, you would lash out, yell at whoever thought to have the audacity to even think to touch you. but something about the way his caloused hand sat warm against your skin felt so natural. like you were meant to feel his skin against yours. so you didn't yell because maybe you were in the wrong.

your eyes flickered between the names and the blond beside you, studying the way soft freckles spread across his face from the cold and how he kept his head held high, his jaw clenched. you knew he could feel you staring, but you couldn't help but wonder why he felt so familiar, and you had a feeling he didn't care much.

it didn't startle you when his eyes locked on to yours. you bit your lip, taking notice of the way your heart rate picked up as you watched the darkest bits of his eyes dilate as he set his eyes on you and you failed to hold back the giddy smile that crawled onto your lips. he felt pathetic, searching for the familiar flakes of gold that swam within your irises. he searched your eyes for your soul only to feel himself melt, falling for you. again. all while you studied him for what would be the first time for you. his heart ached.

"do i know you?" you asked under bated breath. the way his eyes smiled and his gaze softened when he looked at you nearly convinced you to fall for him. how innocently he looked at you, void of any judgment.

he shook his head no, smiling at you with his lips pursed. his eyes were laced with a sort of pain that bubbled up in the middle of his chest. no, you didn't know him. but he knew you. he'd state it, his voice was low and gruff, as if he had just woken up.

"and your so sure?" the blond hummed. "why is that?" you laughed, and he simply looked at you. he looked at you like you'd disappear if he looked away. he offered you his hand and you glanced down at it hesitantly. your eyes traced over his calluses, worn hands, each scar and scrape a story to share. and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to hear them. and for the first time in days, you let yourself believe that everything was real, because you wanted him to be real.

you took his hand and let him lead you down to the beach, neither of you walking farther behind the other. just together.

the two of you sat there in the sand. he sat with his arm resting against a leg, his other outstretched and his other hand proped under him to cary his weight. it was a vain attempt to relax despite the tension in his muscles. you sat your knees up to your chest, hugging them close and resting your chin on your knees. a vain attempt to feel safe around him. because no matter how much you doubted the world around you, the legitimacy of the people you met, and the control you had over your own actions, you still wanted a place to go back to that you could call home, or rather a person. he told you his name was gally. then your heart pleaded with the universe to let home be the boy you'd only met today.

"maya..." he muttered, picking up a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers. "she loved the ocean. because each time the water left the shore, she knew it would come back." he finished, looking at you once again. he searched for any tell-tale sign that his words felt familiar to you. they didnt. "she told me that."

he could recall the way you used to talk with your hands, a bounce in your step, and your eyes wide with wonder and love as you spoke to him. you wasted your love on him, but he had overlooked it. he had overlooked you, missing the way your smile would falter when he changed the subject or how you would stumble over your words, desperately wishing he would just listen to you.

"she's a smart girl," you hummed, your eyes trained on the crash of the waves and the flutter of seagulls as the passed by. "can i ask... what happened?"

gally let out a shaky breath, inhaling the salty scent of the sea. "she was in trouble," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to hear his own words. he spoke slowly, each word heavy and dry in his mouth. "she was in trouble, and i ignored her."

he remembered how you ran to him in the middle of the hallway, begging him to help you run away. you told him how you overheard the scientists discussing sending you to the maze trials, how you panicked at the thought of losing your memories and everything you'd worked for being wiped away. your voice trembled with fear and desperation, but he ignored you.

you gently nodded, letting him know you were listening, though you kept your eyes closed, allowing the sounds and smells of the beach to envelop you. you'd never seen water run the way the waves swayed against the wind, their movements both soothing and relentless. the way the water crashed against the rocks and sand with such urgency, only to retreat and disappear, fleeting from the very reason it fought so hard to get to.

"i grew selfish and i lost nearly everything i loved because of it," he sighed, reverent. he hated how you looked at him like you'd never seen him before, but you haven't. that was his fault. he wanted to you to see what he saw, to show you his memories, to make you feel what he felt. "we were sixteen."

he looked at you, his eyes desprate as the blue drew you in. they taunted you, and it hurt how you noticed every similarity between his his eyes and beth's. the green bits that crowded his irises, and the blue that reminded you of the waves on the shore before you. but he silently begged for you to stop thinking about her.

"i should know you shouldn't i?" the thought burned your heart.

gally nodded, his head hung low as he pursed his lips. he had hoped when he saw you in the last city, that seeing him could trigger your memories and bring you back to him. but as he saw you above the hill across the safe haven, staring at him with nothing but curiosity, he knew he had truely lost you. it got worse when he watched you write beth's into the stone so delicately.

"beth," you started, her name bitter on your tongue. "we were together in the springs." you explained to him everything you knew about the maze. you told him about your life back when you were just a sprout, a new arrival. you had come up from the lift just a month before beth, but when you saw her, you already knew her. he listened intently, watch how you smiled when you told him about her and the blue of her eyes.

"she was stung because of me," you admitted, recalling the day you snuck her into the maze. "when she went through the shift... i couldn't bare to stand the yelling. the screaming. i couldn't face the fact that she was like that because of me." you fidgeted with your shoelaces, twisting the fabric between your fingers as you spoke. "i didn't talk to her after that. and the last time i saw her—when i was finally ready to be there—she was bleeding out on the floor."

"that's the thing about people, isn't it?" she muttered. "they leave at the worse times, then come back when you stop needing them."

you let a tear slip as the weight of your words exhoed between the both of you, ringing true for different reason. gally could remember the exact moments your pleas had sunk in, but by then, the last time he'd seen you was on the screens of the security room, running the maze and killing a griever. he could still remember the desperation in your tone, the thought finally sinking in that you reached out to him—only him—because you wanted him to care.

his eyes glazed over, recalling the way he treated people before and after the maze. he could remember all the yelling he did, all the pain he could've caused. the most vividly though, chuck laying on the floor of the wicked facility, his blood pooling under him. he remembered falling to his knees, the pain is his shoulder numb compared to the hatred his heart held for him. "i was a terrible person..." he confessed, his voice breaking.

your brows furrowed as you frowned. gally kept his head low, glaring daggers at his feet with an intensity. the anger in his soul was the only thing more powerful than the vicious regret that gnawed at him from the inside.

"maybe you weren't," you shrugged, and for a moment you paused. you gently took his hand in yours, your skin smooth against his as you took your time to intertwine your fingers together in a way that felt right to you, yet familiar to gally. he let you lay your head against his shoulder, the only weight that felt comfortable on his shoulders, and you let him wrap his arm around you waste, the only touch you truely believed to be genuine. "maybe you were just sixteen."

guys do u get it. cus her name wss maya. yes like maya hawke. and she loved him but he didnt. and he lost sky when her memories got wiped. so he wrote her name on the stone thing. and he loves her now but she doesnt. she loves beth. but beth is dead. but they have the same eyes. cus theyre equivalents. so. they bother get second chances. hypothetically. they can finally be there for each other. but. she only loves him now. because he reminds her of beth. so all we can do now i pray that maya can love the boy the way she loved the ocean. though the ocean could also be all three of them. maya on shore then gally off shore. gally on shore then maya off. then maya and beth on shore then maya off. then maya on and beth off. now both gally and maya on shore. the shore representing love.

omg guys im losing it.

[firewolf6783]

Saw this tmnt mutent mayhem today and I love it!

Name:Reachle 

Age: 16

​Sexuatily:​Bisexual 

Gender:female 

Speices:mutent leopard tortoise and hafe demon 

Appernace: she wears a gray mask,she has dark green skin,blue eyes, scars on her arms from her otherside,wears black shorts and a gray hoodie with purple stripes on top, she has a pouch on her with some things, after the movie she has a scar on her eye and black curly hair 

Weapon:Battleaxe 

Personality:mama bear engry, a serious leader, very protective older sister and worrier 

Likes:her family being safe, the night sky, the other mutents that are not evil, being a hero 

Dislikes:when her brothers or anyone doesn't listen and nearly gets killed, Super fly

Facts about her!:

Reachle with her sisters learned more skills to fight after she made a deal with a demon named Ray and she can control shadows as well as go into them like a portal in a way 

This version of Reachle has more control of her demon abiltys so she can do a bit more then her counterparts even a bit of control of frenzy mode 

She mostly eats meat replacements like tofu 

She also has asthma

Nicknames:

Mama bear(April)

Big sis(Raph,mikey and donnie)

Sister or sensi (Leo) 

My Shadow(Splinter)

Name:Rean 

Age:16 

​Sexuatily:​ Pansexaul 

Gender:Female 

Spieces: Mutent soft shelled trutle 

Appernace: light green skin,brown eyes, glasses that have a bit of tape on them, a few brun marks on her right hand due to experiments but her left entire arm is robotic after a insdent when reachle made the deal with Ray, wears black shorts too and a hoodie thats white with red stripes, she has a white bandana, black short hair thats mostly tied up, she has a bag with her that had medical supplies after the movie she gets stronger matraiels for her robotic arm and has a shell protector that she lets her siblings paint on

Weapon:Tesubo 

Personatily: she can be very serious to experiments but can be reckless(imange 12 donnie's experiments), can be overwhelmed with sounds so would start stuttering a bit,she hsd a high intelligence 

Likes: experimenting, learning new things, choas, her family 

Dislikes:loud sounds,mascots and thunder 

Facts about her!:

Smailer to Reachle's but has creating power, still working on it tho does test it a lot 

Rean has autism, when overestimated; she'll sign as a form of talking or just texts what she's saying 

She has a robot named mental head who fallows her commands and is a weapon in a way 

This version of Rean is smailer to Rise donnie mixed with 12 donnie 

Nicknames:

Gal in the chair(April)

Lab Buddy(Donnie)

Big sis(Raph and Mikey)

Sister(Leo)

My genius (Splinter) 

Name:Lily

Age:16

​Sexuatily:​Pansexaul 

Gender:Female 

Spices:Mutent alligator snapping trutle

Appernace:light green skin, wears black shorts and a cyan hoodie(she made them and their easy to move and fight in) with orange stripes as well as her cyan bandana, she has a belt with spray paint, she has paint on her shell as well as face, she has the longest hair thats tied in a braid, one blue and one green eye and a little star mark on her shoulder after the movie, she has a few marks on her legs

Weapon:syth

Personalty: Positive, good listener, a ball of engry, can be reckless, she can be very hard(image  dr delicate touch from rise) but can be a big softie 

Likes: playing pranks, art, cooking, her family and helping out 

Dislikes:when things don't go well, when her family is hurt 

Facts about her!:

Same with her sisters but she has lightning powers,more then once caused a power outage 

Shes the best cook and started to cook after Reachle became hafe demon 

Lily has ADHD 

Nicknames:

Sparky(April)

My Zapping(Splinter) 

Party trutle/DJ trutle(Mikey)

Big sis(Raph and Donnie) 

Sister and reckless(Leo)

Name:Erin 

Age:16

​Sexuatily:​Bisexual

Gender:Female 

Spices:Mutent red slider trutle 

Appernce:wears a black bandana, black shorts and a black hoodie with blue stripes, short black hair, redish brown eyes, has scars on her shell due to her fighting even on her knuckles after the movie she has more scars 

Weapon:kama or knuckledusters or anything she can get her hands on

Personatily:short tempered, chill at times, a fearless fighting and reckless yet screact softie tho can be a bit of a brag at her enemies when she wins 

Likes:training, her family and watching siblings agurments 

Dislikes:bugs, when its too quite and no fighting 

Facts about her!:

She has the same as her sisters but has fire power 

She has diabetes 1(Rean made and secretly stole stuff to help Erin) 

She has the most rage and will fight anyone 

Nicknames:

Fireball(April)

Sis(Leo)

My flame(Splinter)

Big sis(raph,mikey and donnie) 

Voices!:

Reachle's voice: https://youtu.be/uMk_aYJcyfI

Rean's voice: https://youtu.be/srY8mB4QBHI

Erin's voice: https://youtu.be/FEGh4wd9Aqc

Lily's voice: https://youtu.be/GY5B94c_M28

In this version of Ray, he's still the same but Splinter knows about him before the trutles do

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Monsters (Full Chapter)

Ch. 1: Monstrous Beginnings

Miss Frankie has enough of the Solar Opposites so, she ended up trying to teach them a painful lesson, that she’ll soon regret.

Miss Frankie: That does it! These aliens are driving me crazy. I got to find a way to get rid of them!

So, Frankie did a board meeting with the humans to find a way to get rid of them.

Miss Frankie: Alright people, we have finally have enough of those goddamn alien neighbors of ours, and we’re fucking gonna do something to get rid of them, once and for all. So, who got any plans?

Randall: Uh, actually….. no.

Phoebe: Yeah, I know how much a pain our alien neighbors are but, they kinda grow on us. I mean, did you see the way how much they saved us from those napadoodles?

Mikey: Yeah, plus Korvo and Terry helped out with my lawn with that lawn mower ray.

Principal Cooke: D’aw, I hate to admit but damn it. Even their kids Yumyulack and Jesse did helped me with my troubled issues from my childhood during that board meeting. Despite the fact that I still fucking hate em, these kids are okay.

Randoe: Yeah, they may be assholes, but they are our assholes.

Enraged, Frankie flipped the speaker in fury.

Miss Frankie: Are you fucking joking? After all those goddamn awful things those fucking aliens have done to us? You are now falling head over heels over them! YOU’VE ALL GONE FUCKING CRAZY!!!

Coach: Well things have been less boring around here since the Solars arrived. Let’s cut em some slack.

Miss Frankie: Goddamn it!

As Miss Frankie walks off in a huff, she suddenly got an evil idea, once she saw the aliens’ house.

Miss Frankie: Wait a minute, that blue asshole’s lab. I have the perfect idea. Evil chuckle

Ch. 2: Ogre Korvo

Korvo was working on the ship while drinking Mountain Dew.

Korvo: Terry, bring me the screwdriver.

Terry: Okay.

Korvo kept blushing at his husband’ laziness. It has been awhile since they landed on earth and Korvo has finally begin to enjoy his lifemate’s company. But suddenly…

Korvo: Damn it Terry! Did you just put one of your Doritos in the stabilizer?

Terry: Yes parqua?

Korvo: Damn it, it’s damaging the engines.

Korvo got to work, despite him loving his Terry, sometimes his stupidity can annoy him.

Korvo: God damn it you really got stop bring snacks up here!

Terry: Aw, but I love these snacks!

Korvo: Well, next time. Just eat downstairs. It’s enough bugging problems already!

Terry: Okay geez!

Korvo: Good, just make sure you don’t make a mess of this again. Just head downstairs and I’ll let you know when I’m done.

Terry: Alright, love you sweetie.

As Terry heads downstairs, a blast appears and suddenly blast Korvo.

Korvo: screams in pain What the fuck? Replicants, you better not be messing with one of our ray guns!

Suddenly, Korvo suddenly feels his headache as he feels his cells suddenly evolving.

Korvo: Ugh. My head… my cells…. they’re on fire…. panting Urgh, what is wrong with me?!

Terry: Korvo, is everything- Oh my God! Korvo! Are you okay sweetie?!

Jesse: Korvo, are you alright?!

Pupa: Korvo?

Yumyulack: What’s happening to you?

Korvo: groaning in pain Terry! Kids! Get out of here! Run!

As Korvo continues to feel pain, his DNA has been altered as he began to experience changes in his body. His body grew muscles, his body starts growing larger as it ripped apart his robe, his feet got stronger and developed claws on it, his teeth got sharper and his voice got deeper.

Terry: K-Korvo?!

Korvo lets out a giant roar as he has fully become an monstrous hulking ogre Shlorpian. He then looks at a mirror and smashes it to pieces in a fit of rage.

Terry: Oh no my sweet Korvy!

Yumyulack: Oh my God! What the fuck happened to Korvo!

Pupa: Aaahh!

Jesse: Oh no! Korvo! No!

Korvo then smashes the walls and starts to attack the neighborhood. But luckily, Terry knows what to do.

Terry: KORVY! Stop!

Ogre Korvo: Huh?

Terry: It’s me Korv. Terry! Everything’s gonna be okay! Trust me!

When Korvo prepares to smash him, Terry luckily manage to tranquilize him as he finally calms down.

Ogre Korvo: T-Terry?

Terry: Yes, it’s me. You’ll always be my Korvo. kisses Korvo on the forehead

As Korvo manages to receive that kiss on the head, he has finally calm down as he began to transform back to normal.

Ogre Korvo: panting Grrr! Grrrr! Aaaaaaahhhh! turns back into his normal self

Terry catches Korvo as the latter smiles at his worker husband and blushes furiously.

Korvo: You found me.

Terry: I found you.

The two lifemates embrace in a kiss, but the town are still in panic by the monster.

Citizen #1: What happened to the monster?

Neighbor Kid: What’s going on?

Yumyulack: suddenly sees Korvo and Terry kissing Aw, eeww! Why do you guys have to be so fucking gross?!

Jesse: Aaawww. That’s sweet.

Pupa: Eeeewww.

Terry: Don’t worry Korv, I got you.

Terry carries Korvo as he smiles at his lifemate slash work husband in crime, but unknown to them, someone is watching them behind the bushes.

Ch. 3: Werecat Terry

Miss Frankie growled, knowing about the whole Korvo being an ogre thing. But she is still destined to get her next victims.

Miss Frankie: One down, three more to go. evil giggle

Miss Frankie then traveled to Washington by doing the same thing Korvo did, banning dinner parties. But it’s not banning dinner parties, it’s banning aliens from them. She manipulated the entire White House, had them make a new law and now the nightmare has just begun for Terry.

Terry: spinning the newspaper Wee-hee-hee! stops spinning it What the? looks at the article and gasp in horror after seeing the part where it says aliens are banned from dinner parties Nnnnnnoooooo!

Korvo: Huh? Did something bad happened in one of your favorite shows? Terry shows him the article as Korvo gasp Frankie got us banned from every dinner party?! Assshole!

Terry: Wait, you don’t mind having dinner parties with humans now?

Korvo: Fuck yeah! But when we’re banned?! Fuck no! Nobody bans me and my family from parties!

Terry: Aaawww! Korvy! kisses him on the cheek five times

Korvo: Don’t worry, we’re gonna need a plan to do something about this whole being banned from parties thing. Because, I will not let my Life-Terry be like a banned outcast for the rest of his life. Kids, get in here! Group hug time!

Once the replicants and Pupa got in here, the aliens group hug each other as a family.

Korvo: Now, here is our plan!

Overnight, Korvo and Terry manage to use technology to outrun dinner party officers. The humans even enjoy some of their banquets and amazing sci-fi stuff they did to outrun the officers. But the next day, things are about to get real hairy for Terry.

Terry: Okay, this one has a sanctuary for cute cats and kittens so this is where we’ll outrun the party officers. Then, once we use the technology that turns people into cats, the officers will leave and we’ll take the party to the basement! Who’s with us?!

Partygoers: I am! Woo-hoo! Yeah! Fuck yeah! Hell yeah motherfucker! Let’s do this!

Miss Frankie: coming in the room Okay, I’ve been going easy on you fucking aliens. I’m warning you. You better cut this shit out, or else!

Terry: Do your worst, skank!

Terry licks a sticker and puts it on an envelope with the evites just to invoke rage in Miss Frankie. Korvo can’t help but blush at his Life-Terry making so much progress since the law of parties with no aliens began. But that night, Frankie did the unthinkable.

Miss Frankie: Think they can outrun me?! Not on my watch!

Frankie then damages the cat nose shaped device for Terry that is just like the one he used to outrun Korvo from the second season as it began to glitch.

Miss Frankie: Get ready shitheads!

The moon then shined on the glitching cat device as it began to changed the glitches’ color. That night, the officers came into the house where the party is at. The guests put on their cat devices and transforms into cute cats. But once Terry turns on his, it shock him painfully.

Terry: screams in pain What the fuck is wrong with mine?!! kneels down on the floor in pain as the full moon shines on him

Terry looks at the full moon and starts to scream in pain.

Officer #1: What the fuck! Hold your fire!

Terry’s body began to undergo some changes. His whole body develops green fur all over him, his body grows bigger and muscular as the growth causes his clothes to ripped into pieces, he develop cat ears on his head and a cat tail behind him, his nose turns into a cat nose and he develops claws on his hands and his feet turns into adult shlorpian-sized cat paws and then his teeth grew sharper that looks like a cat’s teeth.

Cat Partygoers: yowls and screeches in fear

Werecat Terry: Growls and Howls at the full moon

Officer: Holy fuck!

Terry then proceeds to kill the cops with his sharper teeth and claws as the partygoers turn back into their normal selves and quickly hid at the Whole Foods store where Korvo was getting stuff for the dinner party with the replicants and Pupa.

Nathan: Korvo! Korvo! You gotta get the fuck outta of here! There’s a werecat after us!

Korvo: Oh my god! What?! One of the cat devices must’ve been malfunctioned by someone! Quick everyone, disguise yourself in normal party scents so he won’t find you!

Werecat Terry continues to wreck havoc by attacking and killing citizens while accidentally spitting out a hairball, which disgusted some of the citizens.

Principal Cooke: Aaah! Run! Save yourselves!

Werecat Terry then turned but then gasp after seeing Whole Foods. Korvo, the Replicants, Pupa and the partygoers quickly smothered themselves in foods that always goes with normal parties, but without any clothes.

Korvo: smothering birthday cake all over himself Okay, I got my scent covered. What about you, kids?

Yumyulack: trying to smother himself with different types of pudding Quick Jesse before he catches me. I’m too young to be cat food! Oh my God, we’re all gonna-

Jesse: slaps Yumyulack on the face while smothering her own body with ice cream Get it together bro! Nobody is gonna die! You hear me?!

Pupa: smothering himself with chips Yeah!

Korvo: What about the rest of you?! Are you ready now!

Partygoers: just finished putting on their party scents Ready!

Korvo: Okay, now quick! Take cover!

Terry shows up as soon as the Replicants and the partygoers hide, but Korvo was about to get to his hiding place once Terry pounced on him.

Korvo: gasps Holy bullocks! screams in horror as he cries in tears of fear

Werecat Terry: growling but then calms down Huh? K-Korvo?!

Korvo: What the? It can’t be! Is that…. Terry?

Terry starts to feel overwhelmed but Korvo gently touch his face.

Korvo: Terry, it’s me! Korvo! Your lifemate, your worker husband in crime, your life-Korvo.

Werecat Terry: B-but….

Korvo: You’ll always be my Terry.

The sun then rises the next morning as Terry suddenly sees smoke all over his body.

Werecat Terry: Aaah!

Korvo: T-Terry? Terry, speak to me!

Then a normal human-sized green twister appears around Terry as it swirls around him, but as it fades, it doesn’t show the werecat Shlorpian, it now shows Terry, back to his normal self but in the nude sadly.

Korvo: Sweeetie! pummels on Terry and kisses him affectionately on the lips

Terry: The sunrise worked! I’m me again! And now, where were we?

The two worker husbands in crime went back to kissing each other once Frankie and the officers came in.

Miss Frankie: Goucha! Huh?

To her shock and horror, she now sees the relived partygoers who woke up along with the Replicants and now they sees Terry, now smothered in single lonely person food, getting carried lovingly by his cake-covered Korvo as the two kiss.

Miss Frankie: What?! No! Noooo! It was his here. You guys saw the werecat, did you?

Person: Hooray, the sun scared him. Yay!

The crowd cheered as the food-covered Solar Opposites and the partygoers walked out of the store in victory and triumph.

Yumyulack: Come here you guys!

The messy Solar Opposites shared a group hug then thought about something.

Korvo: We can’t keep doing this forever! We must unbanned ourselves from dinner parties!

Darcy: the partygoers that is covered in wine I know how! shows them her plane

Terry: The Solar-Opposites are unbanning themselves dinner parties!

This morning was better for the team. They are no longer banned from dinner parties, but Terry and Korvo must now learn to control their new beast abilities. But, once trouble starts, they’ll be ready. However for Miss Frankie….

Miss Frankie: Think they can make me look crazy huh? Well, I’ll show them! Boys?! Two of her thugs showed up and show her a suitcase that contains a needle full of monstrous steroids You’re next kids! laughs evilly as she looks over the pictures of Yumyulack, Jesse and the Pupa on a billboard with photos of Korvo and Terry with X’s on them that shows her plans to get back at the aliens

Ch. 4: Hulk Shlorpian Yumyulack

Yumyulack was putting posters up for his locker. But he is still getting beaten up by his boy classmates.

Jayden: Up your ass Yumyudork!

Yumyulack growl in fury. Jesse came up and began to worry that her brother might go on revenge.

Jesse: Uh hey Yumyulack. How you doing? You okay?

Yumyulack: No! I’m not fucking okay! Grr! That’s it! Payback is gonna fucking happen, once I get to use animals poison.

Jesse: No, you have to work out if you wanna beat them up.

Yumyulack: The last time I went to that stupid gym, those muscle assholes were once fucking losers who took steroids that makes them buff up and- suddenly gets an idea Wait a minute…. develops a mischief grin on his face

Jesse: Oh noo. Yumyulack, don’t do it! Don’t-

Yumyulack: I’m gonna take these muscle drinks!

Jesse: Aw geez.

Two hours later, after school ended, Yumyulack went up to find where he can get the things that make people get muscle, until….

Miss Frankie: wearing glasses, an moustache and a trenchcoat Ahem!

Yumyulack: Huh?

Miss Frankie: disguised manly voice Hey kid. Heard you want the good stuff right?

Yumyulack: Yes. It’s the steroids right?

Two of Frankie’s goons came out and brings out a suitcase with the needle that is glowing purple.

Miss Frankie: Here! Take this suitcase. This needle will give you the strength you desired!

After the goons closed the suitcase, they handed it to Yumyulack as the latter grin in joy.

Yumyulack: Yes! I’ll finally get payback! Fuck you schoolmates of mine!

As Yumyulack run off victoriously, Miss Frankie and her goons snicker evilly. Later, at the Solar Opposites’ house, Yumyulack prepared to inject the needle when he suddenly heard the knock on the door.

Korvo: muffling Yumyulack! Open up!

Yumyulack: I’m busy Korvo!

Terry: knocking the door

Korvo: muffling Now!

Yumyulack: I’m coming geez!

Yumyulack quickly hid the needle under his bed and opens the door.

Terry: Hey honey. How you doing? Heard you had a rough day. Principal Cooke called.

Yumyulack: Oh sure. Yes, a group of guys punched me, but I’m okay. Things are good now! See you when dinner is ready.

Yumyulack starts to push his two adults out of the door as the two lifemates grew concern about this.

Korvo: Alright, you’re hiding something. What is it?

Yumyulack: It’s nothing Korvo! Fuck off!

Yumyulack slammed the door, leaving Korvo and Terry concern about one of their replicants. Yumyulack quickly grabbed the needle and injected in his arm as he groans in pain.

Yumyulack: groans and sighs in relief Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.

Unknown to him, Jesse heard the whole thing and backs away once Yumyulack exits their room and went to the workout room. Two days later, Korvo, Terry and Jesse starts to grow concern about Yumyulack. His behavior started to change, his eyes glow blue-purple every time he is upset and he started acting aggressive to everyone around him, including his classmates.

Braden: Hey look! It’s Yumyudork!

Aiden: I am so gonna enjoy this!

Once Aiden grabbed Yumyulack by the arm, Yumyulack’s eyes glow again as he finally snaps and slams Aiden in the face by the locker.

Yumyulack: FUCK OFF AIDEN!

Principal Cooke: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! What the fuck is going on here?

Aiden: Dude, that fucking bitch just slammed me into the lockers. Do something!

Suddenly, Yumyulack snapped again and grabs Jaiden and throws him across the wall as it created a hole.

Students and Teachers: screams in horror and quickly evacuated the school

Principal Cooke: Holy fuck! What have we done! We created a fucking monster! Run for your lives!

Yumyulack starts panting in fury as he suddenly develop muscle on his arms. Meanwhile….

Terry: tidying up the kitchen with Korvo while humming

Korvo: Gah! His hand was cut by a sharp item Grrrrr! starts to transform

Terry: Oh my God! Heal Korvo! Fucking heal! It’s okay! I’m here! It’ll be okay.

Terry holds Korvo’s hand as Korvo calms down and regains control of himself as he washes the blood off with cold water.

Korvo: This is awful Terry. We have to learn to control ourselves. These monstrous forms can be very deadly.

Terry: Good point! We have to control our monster forms before we can find the cure. phone beeps Hold on, I’m getting a text message.

Korvo: sees what it says but grows horrified along with Terry Oh my god! Yumyulack!

The two aliens grabbed their Pupa and quickly drives over to the now nearly destroyed high school at sunset. Then, they see Yumyulack, who started to lift weights, while growing larger and muscular.

Yumyulack: Grrr….MAKE…..HUMANS….FUCKING….PAY! smashes a barbell and roars

Korvo: Oh my God…. joy in his eyes My little replicant has reached his growth spurt! Stops and realizes what happened Oh wait a minute, right! Clears his throat Yumyulack! I demand an explanation! Why are you suddenly gigantic and strong?! And why the fuck did I get a text from Principal Cooke saying you beaten up two of your schoolmates, mister?

Yumyulack: snaps and grabs Korvo DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!!

Korvo: choking Gah! Yumyulack, put me down!

Terry: Holy shit! Yumyulack is turning into The Fucking Incredible Hulk!

Yumyulack throws Korvo at Terry as the two adults screamed but look in horror as Yumyulack grows more taller and muscular as his shoes ripped, his pants and shirt is half torn and his voice got deeper.

Hulkyulack: YUMYULACK SMASH!

Hulkyulack which is the nickname for Yumyulack as a hulk Shlorpian smashes the walls and roars. He then ran out of the school and heads towards town.

Korvo: Yumyulack!

Terry: Korvo, we gotta save him before the army comes for him!

Jesse: driving a scooter Don’t worry, I have an idea to train you guys once we save Yumyulack.

Korvo: No. I have an idea!

Terry: Korvo, no! You’ll get killed by him.

Korvo: I know, but Yumyulack is still my little sapling. The monster is my replicant and right now, he needs his adult!

Korvo grabbed one of the scooters and quickly rides it to find his replicant as Terry, Jesse and Pupa look in worry.

Korvo: Korvo’s coming Yumyulack! Korvo’s fucking coming for you!

Korvo then drives up to see Yumyulack destroying half of the town. He then sees an army tent and gasp on what they’re about to do.

Korvo: Oh shit! They’re gonna blow him up! Hang in there, kiddo!

Korvo quickly heads over to Yumyulack but starts to transform.

Korvo: Fuck no. Not now!

Korvo manages to keep his sanity in check as he sees Yumyulack about to throw a destroyed part from a building in anger.

Korvo: Yumyulack! Stop! I’m here, mister. I’m here. You’re gonna be okay. You’re okay. Korvo’s here, please snap out of it. You’ve gone out of control. I’m sorry these few months have been rough. But Korvo is here, and I still got you. I love you.

Yumyulack prepares to launch at Korvo in anger but Korvo quickly transforms into his ogre form and grabs Yumyulack with embrace.

Hulkyulack: Huh? struggles to get free but suddenly calms down once Korvo starts soothing him Wh-what?!

Ogre Korvo: I got you son. It’s okay.

Yumyulack then starts to feel overwhelmed but his messed up monstrous emotions and breaks down crying into Korvo’s chest as Korvo continues to soothe him, just like he did when Yumyulack was just a sapling.

Ogre Korvo: Shhh. It’s okay. It’s alright, I got you Yumyulack. You’re okay. wipes the tears from Yumyulack’s eyes You’re safe kiddo.

Hulkyulack: I’m sorry. kept on crying in Korvo’s chest

Ogre Korvo: I know Yumyulack. Come on, let’s get you home.

The two monster Shlorpians left town as the humans look in shock. Later, the two made it home with Jesse trying to keep Werecat Terry distracted from any primal instincts with a yarn ball which got the Pupa’s attention as he starts playing with his adult.

Pupa: Yarn ball! plays with it with Werecat Terry but then gasp upon seeing a tired out Yumyulack Yumyulack!

The Pupa went up to hug Yumyulack, who has fallen asleep, but start to calm down as his effects started to wear off, as well as Korvo.

Jesse: Yumyulack! Is he-

Ogre Korvo: No. But, he’ll be fine.

Jesse: crying as she hugs Yumyulack Oh thank heavens.

Werecat Terry: purrs on Korvo’s legs as Korvo blushes lovingly

Ogre Korvo: But how did Yumyulack get like that?

Later, they check the Replicants’ room and sees the needle under Yumyulack’s bed as they gasp.

Jesse: Oh no! I knew this would happened! Yumyulack must’ve gotten so tired of being beaten up by his schoolmates, he must’ve taken this thing.

Ogre Korvo: But who gave him that needle?

Miss Frankie then sneaks into the bedroom and puts a serum in a tube on the Pupa’s bed.

Ch. 5: The Pupa’s Another Big Day

The Pupa was resting on his bed while Korvo and Terry were busy. Then, he sees the bottle.

Pupa: Oooh. drinks the serum Aaah.

Suddenly, the Pupa started to grow larger as he grew spikes on his back and sharp teeth underneath his mouth as he starts to grow scared.

Pupa: crying Korvo! Terry!

Terry: Hmm? Pupa?

Korvo: Aw, must’ve want to watch Moana. suddenly hears walls creaking Wait a minute! Something is wrong! grabs Terry

Once the two adults made to the living room, they gasp at the Pupa’s growing size once he starts crying.

Terry: Oh no! Pupa! It’s gonna be okay. Oh my God, what do we Korv? What did you do wrong? What did I do wrong?! What did we do wrroooonnnnggg! No-ho-ho-ho!

Korvo: I-I don’t know. How could this even happen to our little Pupa!

Terry: Don’t worry Pupa, everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll get everything you need. Come on Korvo!

Once Korvo and Terry let the living room frantically, Pupa started growling and roars very loudly that the lights went out in every neighborhood.

Neighbors: screaming

Giant Pupa: Roar!

The Pupa busts through the wall as he heads towards town. Yumyulack and Jesse, who were just waking home from school, saw the people in shock and horror was they watch the Pupa making his way through town, roaring. The two replicants look at each other and then hugged in fear.

Yumyulack and Jesse: Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Terry: Pupa! We’re here and we got everything that you li-

Korvo: Oh my God! The Pupa! Where the fuck is the Pupa?!

Jesse: He’s heading towards town.

Terry: Oh my fucking God! Our sweet little Pupa is in trouble! And we don’t know where he is in town!

Korvo: crying Not our sweet innocent Pupa!

Jesse: Our little bro is a giant! I can’t believe it! crying

Yumyulack: Why is this happening to us? The Pupa is our baby of the family!

Terry: I know! But, now he’s in big big big trouble again. Pupa! Where are you?!

Korvo: Pupa, where the bullocks are you?!

Jesse: Pupa! Where are you?! Pupa!

Yumyulack: Come out wherever you are! Pupa!

The entire family breaks down in tears as they hug each other, worrying about the Pupa’s safety. The Solar Opposites then got in the car and started driving around town, looking for the Pupa.

Solar Opposites: Pupa? Where are you?! Pupa, we miss you so fucking much! Where are you our little baby boy? Pupppaaaa! Come back here! We miss you! crying

Suddenly, the family heard a roaring in the distance, which belongs to the Pupa.

Korvo: Over there!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Pupa!

Terry quickly drives the family over and sees the Pupa taking apart a billboard with Baby Shark on it.

Giant Pupa: Baby Shark!

Solar Opposites: Aaaawwwww.

Terry: That’s so cute.

Jesse: Isn’t that adorable?

Yumyulack: Yeah.

Korvo: All the Pupa wanted do was to just look around. Isn’t that fucking sweet?

Jesse: Yeah.

Suddenly, a giant grenade appear and it shock the Pupa, which caused him to drop the billboard.

Giant Pupa: Ow!

Solar Opposites: screaming as they ran away for safety from the falling billboard as it collapsed

Giant Pupa: Wwwwaaaaaaahhhhhhh! giant tears fall out of his eyes

The people ran away in fear from the giant tears. The Solar Opposites look at their crying Pupa, but grew enraged once they saw the people who shoot the grenade.

Jesse: Hey! Those bastards shocked our Pupa and him cry!

Terry: Those motherfucking assholes! Nobody shocks our Pupa with a giant grenade and gets away with it!

Korvo: Alright fuckers! It’s so fucking on!

Yumyulack: I’ll take care of them! You guys take care of the Pupa!

The Solar Opposites quickly sprang into action as the Pupa continue to cry. Yumyulack then sees the guy who shot the grenade and begins to fight with them while controlling his inner beast.

Yumyulack: growls as his eyes start to glow but manages to calm down as the glow disappears Keep it together Yumyulack! The Pupa needs you, and so does your family. Let’s fight! Bitches!

As Yumyulack fights off the four goons, Jesse got on the Pupa and starts to sooth him.

Jesse: There there, Pupa. We’re here for you. Your family is gonna take great care for you.

Korvo: Pupa! Look what Terry and I got for you!

Terry: It’s your favorite stuff teddy bear, Mr. Fuzzlbuttons! presses the tummy that plays music

Giant Pupa: crying Huh? dries his tears Fuzzlebuttons?

Terry: That’s right Pupa. It’s okay. Your family is here.

The Pupa began to calm down as it grows back to his original size and got his teddy bear as Terry picks him up.

Terry: Pupa! gave Pupa to Korvo, who starts soothing him as the Pupa weeps while calming down

Korvo: Oh Pupa! Thank goodness you’re okay! Everything’s gonna be okay!

Jesse: Yay! There’s the Pupa we know and love! kisses him on the cheek multiple times

Yumyulack: comes down with the goons he tied up while doing a Wonder Woman pose

Korvo: sigh What a showoff.

Yumyulack: Pupa? Oh thank goodness you’re okay.

Korvo: Group hug time! And it has to last forty-five seconds or we’re starting over!

The Solar Opposites embrace their Pupa and each other with tears of joy in their eyes as they smile. The group hug ended as the Solar Opposites looks at the goons in disgust and outrage over what they did to the Pupa.

Goon #4: What the fuck are you looking at?!

Korvo: growls as he kicks in the goon in the balls Fuck you, you goddamn cunt! Nobody hurts our little pupa!

Terry: Yeah Korvo! Dab it!

Pupa: Yay! Korvo!

Yumyulack: Alright Korvo!

Jesse: Yeah! When you messed one of the Solar Opposites, you mess with the rest of us!

Terry: Stay away from our kids you bitch, cause if you dare lay one finger on Yumyulack, Jesse and/or the Pupa, venom in his voice you got another thing coming!

Korvo: Come on team! Let’s get the hell outta here before the cops show up!

As for the goons, they are about to have some huge trouble once they see an angry mob of mall customers staring at them in disgust, believing this whole thing was an attempt child murder for the Pupa.

Customer #1: Dude, what the fuck?

Costumer #2: Were they trying to murder a kid?

Stacy K: You bastards!

Marie: What the fuck? That thing is just a baby!

Principal Cooke: Let’s get ‘em, guys!

The costumers swarm around the goons as they beat him up. Later, the Solars head home after a trip to Wendy’s, but are now exhausted.

Terry: yawns Well, I better go to my room, before I transform and figure out how to get that nose off of me.

Korvo: We did a great job today, team. Let’s get some rest.

The family heads inside with Korvo putting the Pupa to bed. But then, Jesse sees a glowing pink lipstick in her makeup set and gasp.

Jesse: Hmm.

Ch. 6: Demon Jesse

As she put on the glowing pink lipstick, Jesse thought about something. All her life, Jesse wanted to be with the Stacies, but she always miss that chance every time. Terry then knocks on the door.

Terry: muffling Jesse? You almost done?

Jesse: Uh yeah, I’m done. I’m heading out now.

Jesse walks out of the door tiredly as she heads to her room. She then puts on her pajamas and looks at the mirror sadly.

Music in the background: “Beautiful” from Christina Aguilera

Jesse then heads to bed as she sheds a little tear in her eye, as if she was feeling left out by her transformed family. But as she falls asleep, a glow appears on herself. She then started to have nightmares like Turning Red, one that involves her two adults, her brothers and the Stacies and their friends insulting and blaming her for ruining their lives, a muscular demon looking at her, a spirit of a demon flying through and a shadow of herself as something terrible….. a muscular monstrous demon Shlorpian! Jesse awakes from her nightmares in fear as she breathes in and out in tears.

Jesse: Nnnnooooo! breathes in and out as she begins to cry

Yumyulack: wakes up Hey Jesse, what’s wrong? You having a nightmare?

Jesse: breaks down in tear as she hugs Yumyulack Oh Yumyulack, it was horrible. Everybody was blaming me, there was a monster and I turned into one and…and…

Yumyulack: Hey it’s okay. Just get some rest, you’ll be fine in the morning.

Jesse worriedly head back to her bed and head back to sleep. But then, the next morning…

Jesse: yawning

Terry: yelling from downstairs Kids! Breakfast is ready!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Coming.

After Yumyulack finished getting ready for school, Jesse heads into the restroom. But once she looks at the mirror, she suddenly sees glittering spots all over her body with different shades of pink as she gasp in horror.

Jesse: screams in horror as she slams the door

Korvo: Jesse?! Damn it Terry, did you scare her about this puberty thing again?

Terry: What? Pfft, no. That’s ridiculous, Jesse’s growing up, she knows about this stuff! starts gloobering

Korvo: sigh I know what she needs.

Jesse quickly started to panic as she looks around her body.

Jesse: Oh my God! What is happening to me?! crying but stops once she realizes something Wait a minute, I look perfect! This is just like what the Stacies use to wear. I think my luck is changing! The girls are so gonna love it! I’m gonna be the most popular girl in school!

Jesse’s imagination daydream shows up inside her head as it shows the Stacies and their friends adoring Jesse’s new look.

Stacy K: Oh my God Jesse, you look so fucking cool!

Stacy F: I totally wanna be your friend!

Dylan: Kiss me Jesse!

The daydream ended once Korvo knocks on the door.

Jesse: gasp Korvo!

Korvo: Jesse! Jesse, open the door! I got the stuff you need!

Jesse: puts on a pink jacket Yes. Thank you so much.

Korvo: Here you go. Just in case you start your zeroid. hands her puberty stuff

Jesse: Gee thanks Korvo. Well, better get ready. Better get breakfast.

Later, the Replicants head to school. Jesse head inside the girls’ bathroom where she takes off her coat.

Stacy F: offscreen Holy fuck! Jesse?

Jesse turns around and gasps to see the Stacies and their friends looking at her.

Stacy K: Oh my God! That’s so fucking cool.

Marie: You look like a princess.

Stacy F: Do you wanna hang after lunch?

Jesse: Yes. suddenly notices a horn appearing on her forehead Huh?

Stacy F: Great, see you then!

As the Stacies and their friends left, Jesse started to panic once she notices the horns looks like a demons’ horn as she panics.

Jesse: Oh no! This is awful, I have to do something or the Stacies are gonna kill me! gets a pink fedora and puts it on her head to hide her horn Phew. Okay, time to get Stacied!

A montage occurs which involves Jesse hanging out with the Stacies and their friends while Jesse tries to hide her horns. Yumyulack grows worried and suspicious about his sister. Later, he heads home where Korvo and Terry were busy restraining themselves due to their side effects from their monster forms.

Yumyulack: Korvo! Terry! We need to talk, I think Jesse is hiding something and-

Korvo: holding his arm that is glowing blue Not right now Yumyulack. Terry and I are busy trying to control ourselves.

Terry: restraining his arm that is growing green cat fur and it glows light green Korvo, we have to keep trying! We have to gain control before-

Yumyulack: I know how! You guys, we have been controlling ourselves by not letting our frustrations get the best of us. We just kept on going whenever trouble burst around here. Because, we’re the Solar Opposites!

Korvo: He’s right! We have to stop! We have full control!

Terry: We got this guys!

As said, Korvo and Terry manage to gain control as their arms turn back to normal. Suddenly, Terry sees the glowing pink lipstick Jesse put on and grow suspicious.

Terry: What the?

Later, in the lab, Korvo gasp once he ran DNA tests on the lipstick as the gang screams in horror.

Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: That thing can turn someone into a demon?!

Korvo: But who used it? None of us are even girls! Damn it!

Suddenly, the three aliens’ eyes shrink in horror as they suddenly realize who put it on.

Terry: Holy fuck! Jesse!

Yumyulack: Terry! Wait! hold his hand out

Terry quickly got in the taxi and tells the cab driver where to drop him off. Back with Jesse, she tried her best to hide her looks, only for her to grow taller and muscular and her horns grow larger too as her hands develop claws on them.

Jesse: Aw man, this is getting worse, but at least the Stacies didn’t know.

Suddenly, she hears talking and laughing coming from outside as she hears the Stacies.

Stacy K: Can you believe that loser Jesse totally believed we wanted her to be our friend? laughing That bitch is really a slut.

Stacy F: Yeah, we only hang out with her because the sparkles.

Dee Dee: I know, what a loser.

The Stacies and their friends laugh as Jesse turned around in shock with a jaw drop.

Jesse: All this time… the Stacies only liked me…. voice suddenly gets distorted FOR MY SKIN?! growls I can’t believe they fucking tricked me! Those fucking skanks! smashes a mirror with her fist as her eyes started to glow dark pink Ugh, I can’t believe this! Why doesn’t anyone care about me for being me?!

Terry: runs into the school once he suddenly sees the sunset and gasp Oh no! Jesse!

Back in the girls restroom, Jesse growls as she finishes growing, her back gains magenta demon wings, her teeth became demon fangs and she started to growl once the Stacies enter the room.

Stacy F: What the fuck?!

Demon Jesse: roars loudly

Stacy K: Aaaaahhh! It’s a monster! Run!

The girls run for their lives as Terry runs past them and gasps once he sees Jesse finishing her transformation. The full moon then appears and Terry turns around to see the moon as he starts transforming.

Terry: Oh shit.

Terry turns into his werecat, and after yowling at the moon, sniffs for Jesse as he growls. Suddenly, he sees a mysterious being with dark pink eyes. Once he turns on the lights, he sees Jesse, now a monstrous she-demon with a ruined dress growling at him.

Werecat Terry: gaining the ability to speak but with a different voice Holy fuck! Jesse?!

Demon Jesse: Roar!

Jesse punches Terry and begins to attack him in blind rage as they got out of the school while Terry tries his best to restrain Jesse.

Werecat Terry: Jesse, stop! You have control yourself. You’ve gone crazy!

Demon Jesse: Nooo!

Werecat Terry: Aaah, my poor little Jesse! She’s gonna crazy! What do I d-

Before he could do something, Jesse grabs him and prepares to lift him but suddenly, Jesse’s demon eyes became normal as she tries to regain most of her sanity.

Demon Jesse: normal voice No-ho!

Jesse quickly drops Terry as he groans but suddenly sees Jesse growing scared as her voice grows distorted again.

Werecat Terry: Now’s my chance. walks up to Jesse Jesse, it’s me. Terry, your adult. It’s gonna be okay sweetie. Korvo and I are gonna help you. We’ll figure out this transformation thing, but please control yourself, babygirl.

Jesse then tries to attack Terry again, but then Terry quickly grabs her hand and starts soothing her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh.

Demon Jesse: T-Terry?

Werecat Terry: Yes sweetie, it’s me. Terry.

Demon Jesse: I-I’m… what happened to me? I’m so scared! Terry, what am I gonna do? I’m a monster…….breaks down in tears as Terry comforts her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh. There there Jesse-bear. Terry’s here. It’s gonna be okay. I got you.

Terry soothes Jesse as a scene flashes back to a memory of Terry soothing Jesse as an infant. The scene switches back to the present as Jesse calms down and smiles at Terry. The adult and replicant hug each other, “Father and Daughter” from Paul Simon played in the background as the two decided to head home.

Werecat Terry: Come on Jesse-bear. Let’s go home.

Unknown to them, Miss Frankie has been watching them this whole time as she growls in fury.

Miss Frankie: That’s it! I have had it! Time to take matters into my own hands!

Ch. 7: Darkest Hour

Miss Frankie dial the police and prepares to invoke her final phase to her plans. The next morning, Korvo was cleaning the reactor until he heard a doorbell.

Korvo: Huh? sees the police outside the window Oh shit, Terry! Did you steal another bear?!

Terry: No! We vow to not do that again! Remember?!

Korvo: Then why are the fucking cops outside?!

Terry: I don’t know! Let’s just go find out!

Once Korvo and Terry open the door, the cops pummel on Korvo as the Replicants and Pupa came downstairs in fear.

Police Officer #1: Hold it right there Korvo Solar-Opposites!

Korvo: chocking Gah! What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: Oh my God! Korvo! tries to get to him by the cops hold him back while they put his face on the ground

Yumyulack: Guys! What’s happening?!

Jesse: Oh my God! Korvo! Terry! Are you okay?!

Pupa: No! Don’t hurt Korvo and Terry!

Officer Lady #1: You and your alien husband are under house arrest for stealing illegal chemicals from the facility!

Terry: What?!

Korvo: No we didn’t!

Officer #2: Oh, then what’s this?!

The cops open a gym bag that reveals some chemicals, the ogre ray, a screwdriver and the steroids that Yumyulack used.

Korvo: What the? Is that my missing ogre ray?

Terry: Is that a screwdriver?!

Yumyulack: Guys! I think those are the stuff that got us turned into monsters!

Jesse: You don’t understand officers! Someone set us up!

Officer Lady #1: Sorry, but this evidence confirms it. You two are hereby officially under house arrest for three months.

Solar Opposites: What?! Three months?! No! Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You monsters! What the fuck?!

Korvo: You don’t understand we’re innocent! We didn’t make these! Some of our stuff were stolen! Someone set us up!

Officer Lady #2: Yeah yeah! Tell it to the judge, asshole!

Terry: crying No! You can’t do this to us!

But it was too late. The officers put house arrest devices on Korvo and Terry as they drove away, leaving the two aliens scorned.

Terry: Korvo, what are we going to do?! We have to do something! We have to get cured before the cops found out about our monster forms!

Korvo: I don’t know. But, we’re gonna find out who did this to us once and for all.

Terry: gasp You mean we’re gonna…

Terry and Korvo: Break in the lab tonight and figure out who the culprit is so we can make an antidote to save ourselves from the beast within us?!

Korvo: Fuck yeah Terry! Let’s do this!

Terry: Hell yeah! Let’s fucking go!

Korvo: Terry, wait! We first have to get those fucking devices off of us because it will summon the cops!

Terry: But how? Every time we try to take these off, they keep shocking us. tries to take it off but he got shock

Korvo: Damn it! You’re right! There has to be a way to get these off without getting shocked again.

Terry: But Korvo, how the fuck are we gonna do it?

Yumyulack: Ahem!

Korvo and Terry turn to see Yumyulack with a screwdriver.

Yumyulack: Need any assistance?

Korvo and Terry look at each other a clever smirk. Yumyulack manage to get the house arrest devices off of his two adults and put them on their bed’s handle.

Korvo: Thanks Yumyulack!

Terry: Hell yeah! We’re fucking free baby! Jesse! Pupa! Group meeting!

Jesse and Pupa comes in the bedroom where the Solar Opposites group huddle to discuss their plans.

Korvo: Okay team, here’s our plan! Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa! You head to the laboratory where the cops found the stuff that turned us into monsters and figure out the person behind all of this!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa: On it! Let’s do this! Yay!

Korvo: Terry and I will stay here and figure out how to outrun the cops, because they might grow suspicious!

Terry: Hell yeah! Looks like the Solar Opposites are breaking out of their own prison!

Korvo: Let’s do this!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa quickly ran off to head the laboratory while sneaking past the cops. Korvo and Terry prepare to weapon themselves once they hear a cell phone ring.

Terry: I’ll get it! picks up the phone Hello?

Miss Frankie: disguised voice Hello, this is your culprit speaking.

Terry: Wait, what?!

Korvo: Give me that! takes the phone from Terry’s hand Who the fuck are you?

Miss Frankie: I just wanted to let you know that I was the one who sent the police after I told them about the stolen chemicals that were taken from the laboratory.

Korvo: Wait, how did you know about-

Miss Frankie: Simple. I was watching you this whole time. Waiting for the right move to put the cops on you?

Korvo: What the fuck are you taking about?! You didn’t say anything about-

Suddenly, a realization hits Korvo and Terry’s heads as they grow disgusted.

Terry: gasp It was you? You did this whole monster thing?! This whole time?!

Korvo: You did this! You’re a fucking psycho! You set us up!

Terry: You used us, you fucking monster!

Korvo: gasp The Replicants! Pupa! We have to warn them Terry!

Miss Frankie: Oh and don’t worry about your kids. They’ll be ours for the taking!

Terry: You sly motherfuckers! You won’t get away with this! Stay away from our kids!

Miss Frankie: Don’t worry, you’re up next.

Korvo: growling If! You! Dare! Lay! One! Finger! On! Our! Kids! So! Help! Me! I’ll-

Miss Frankie: Relax, it won’t hurt a bit. We’re about to send some reinforcements! Have fun being under house arrest! evil laugh

Korvo: No!

Terry: No!

Korvo and Terry’s eyes started glowing as they started to transform.

Korvo: No! voice gets deeper You’re crazy! We won’t let you!

Korvo and Terry prepare to head out of the door when they saw a cop arriving.

Korvo: Get ready Terry! You up for this?

Terry: Hell yeah! Let’s do this!

Korvo and Terry finished their transformation once the cops arrived.

Ogre Korvo: ROAR!

Werecat Terry: Yowls

The two transformed monsters beat up the cops while the neighbors ran for their lives as Korvo and Terry head off to save their Replicants and Pupa.

Ch. 7: Big Trouble

Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa quickly head inside the laboratory while Miss Frankie and her goons follows them.

Yumyulack: Okay, let’s just keep quiet so no one can hear us!

Jesse: Okay!

Pupa: Aha!

The kids heads towards the lab where they found the stuff that turned them into monsters. But then they found the cures

Yumyulack: The antidotes! Jesse, we can be cured!

Jesse: Alright, let’s get out of here and get these stuff to Korvo and Terry and prove our innocence-

Miss Frankie: wearing a disguise Not so fast you little brats!

Yumyulack and Jesse: gasp

Pupa: Oh no!

Miss Frankie points a gun at the three alien children as they hug each other in fear.

Miss Frankie: I finally got you right where we want you.

Yumyulack: What are you talking about?!

Jesse: Wait a minute, notices the stuff are those the stuff that- grows angry Hey, you’re not being very nice!

Yumyulack: You guys did this! You motherfuckers! You turned us into monsters!

Jesse: You won’t fucking get away with this!

Pupa: Yeah!

Miss Frankie: Well guess what?! I just already have! Boys?!

Two of Frankie’s goons grabbed Yumyulack and Jesse as they screamed while the Pupa gets trapped in a net.

Yumyulack: Hey! Let us go you assholes!

Jesse: Put us down now!

Pupa: Help! Terry! Korvo! Help me!

Miss Frankie: evil laugh That’s right, wait till your two daddies come after you and try to save you!

Yumyulack: You won’t get away with this whoever you are!

Miss Frankie: Too late, I just did. Have you met Simone? Say hi Simone!

Jesse: Who’s Simone?

Suddenly, a giant mutated Goliath woman named Simone appeared as Yumyulack and Jesse gasp just right before they started to transform into their monster forms.

Yumyulack: struggling to break free once he started to hulk out Terry! Korvo!

Jesse: struggling to break free once she started to transform into her demon form Terry! Korvo! Help us!

Miss Frankie: That’s right, transform so Simone can-

Suddenly, the Pupa transforms into his giant form and roars in fury.

Giant Pupa: Bad monster!

Simone: roars

Pupa and Simone then started fighting until Simone escaped through the walls after pushing the Pupa outta the way.

Miss Frankie: Aw, what the fuck? Get back here you fucking idiot!

Goon #1: Uh, ma’am?

Miss Frankie: WHAT?!

Miss Frankie then gasp once she sees Yumyulack and Jesse transforming into their monsters forms as they growl and breaks free from the captors.

Miss Frankie: Holy shit! Let’s get the fuck outta!

Miss Frankie and the goons escape just as soon as Korvo and Terry arrived.

Ogre Korvo and Werecat Terry: KIDS!

Yumyulack and Jesse finished their transformation as they roared very loudly.

Miss Frankie: Oh no you don’t! gets out a gun that shoots a silver bullet

Hulkyulack and Demon Jesse: gasp

Ogre Korvo: No!

Werecat Terry: Replicants!

Korvo and Terry quickly grabbed their Replicants as the bullet hit Korvo.

Ogre Korvo: Gah!

Werecat Terry: Korvo! Are you okay?

Ogre Korvo: notices no bleeding on him Holy fuck! I’m bullet proof!

Werecat Terry: screeches Nobody shoots at my Korvo!

Terry tries to attack the goons as they escape.

Ogre Korvo: Children, are you okay?!

Demon Jesse: Yeah.

Werecat Terry: Oh thank goodness. We were so worried, thank the fuck you’re okay. kisses the Replicants on the foreheads

Hulkyulack: Thanks for coming for us.

Ogre Korvo: We’re just so glad you kids are safe. Come here.

Despite being transformed into monsters, Korvo, Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse hug each other in tears of joy. But then, Terry notices someone missing.

Werecat Terry: Wait, where’s Pupa?

The Solars then turned around and gasp in horror once they see the Pupa fighting Simone.

Werecat Terry: Oh my God! Our precious baby!

Demon Jesse: Pupa! No!

Hulkyulack: growling That’s it! These guys have messed with us long enough!

Ogre Korvo: Nobody harms our little Pupa! Come on guys, we got a Pupa to save.

Werecat Terry: Hell yeah!

Ogre Korvo: Let’s go stop that monster and save some lives!

Ch. 8: Final Battle

The Solars made it to fight the monster and help their Pupa, but the Pupa is about to get hurt.

Giant Pupa: gets punched by Simone in the face Ow! whimpering

Werecat Terry: Pupa!

Terry claws Simone to get her away from the Pupa. Pupa then see Yumyulack and Jesse and hugs them in a big hug.

Giant Pupa: Yumyulack! Jesse!

Demon Jesse: getting squeezed Good to see you to Pupa, but can you please let us go now?

Giant Pupa: lets them go Okay.

Hulkyulack: We can hug later! Right now, we have to stop Simone!

Terry tries to attack Simone, but then Simone flings Terry at a building. Enraged, Korvo fights with Simone as he continually punches her in the face.

Werecat Terry: Got your back, sweetie!

Terry joins in fighting side to side with Korvo. The two nod at each other while resuming the fight.

Ogre Korvo: Kids?

Hulkyulack and Demon Jesse: On it!

Yumyulack uses his strength to distract Simone while Jesse uses her super sonic screams to weaken Simone. Suddenly, Simone grabs Jesse as she gasp. Yumyulack sees his sister in danger and springs into action.

Hulkyulack: Hey! Hands off my sister you fucking bitch!

Yumyulack punches Simone in the face but then Simone grabs him too. Jesse breaks free and then sees Yumyulack in trouble.

Demon Jesse: You piece of shit! Leave my brother alone!

Jesse then sonic screams at Simone, who drops Yumyulack, but Jesse manages to catch him.

Demon Jesse: Gotcha bro!

Hulkyulack: Thanks sis. Let’s go punch that bitchface in the mouth. Pupa!

Giant Pupa: Yay!

The Pupa grabs Simone and flings her back and forth to the ground. Terry and Korvo watches in amazement as they grew proud of their children.

Ogre Korvo: Way to go kids!

Werecat Terry: We’re so proud of you guys!

Simone tries to break free but Yumyulack and Jesse managed to pummel her.

Hulkyulack: Now what do we do?!

Werecat Terry: Leave that to Korvo!

Ogre Korvo: What?! I don’t know. What if I lose control?

Werecat Terry: You’re not gonna lose control. Because, we manage to control ourselves in our monster forms while struggling. You got this Korvo, you’re our mission leader. The best one we ever have.

Hulkyulack: We’re with you Korvo!

Demon Jesse: You got this big guy!

Giant Pupa: Yeah! Korvo!

Werecat Terry: put his hands on Korvo’s shoulders as he prepares to launch him Go get him babe!

Terry launches Korvo, who roars as he lands towards Simone and manages to pound her to the ground as she started to grow weak. With her weakened, the family decided to finished the job.

Ogre Korvo: Quick, Yumyulack! The antidotes!

Yumyulack puts the antidote in a building-sized sprayer as he presses the button.

Hulkyulack: Hurry Korvo!

Korvo then gives Simone one last punch as he roars. Korvo then breathes in and out as Terry comes over and hugs him. The antidote started to spray all over the Solars and Simone as the family stand in triumph.

Ogre Korvo: breathes in and out tiredly while cover in blood It’s over….it’s finally over.

Werecat Terry: Let’s get out of here before people sees us.

Demon Jesse: But are you sure the antidotes are working?

Hulkyulack: I hope so. Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here!

The Solar Opposites then head to a hiding place without anyone looking at them while the unharmed humans emerged from the rubble.

Ch. 9: Epilogue

Once the Solar Opposites hide, the effects began to wear off as Terry, Jesse and Yumyulack started to transform back to normal.

Terry: breathing in and out as he turns back to normal with the cat device destroyed and fall off of his face Oh my God. It worked, the goddamn device is off my face! I finally got it off! Yes! No more fucking hairball! suddenly spits out a hairball Aw fucking sick.

Jesse: turns back to normal once her wings disappeared Yay! The pain in my back is more! gasp once she notices her dress is half torn and cover it Holy fuck!

Yumyulack: sighs once the steroids disappeared Well, I am sure gonna miss those muscles. But at least I’m back to normal.

Terry: I’m so proud you two hugs the Replicants as they smiled

Giant Pupa: burps and turns back to normal

Terry: Hooray! We can hug the Pupa now!

Terry and the Replicants hug Pupa as the latter smiled. Suddenly, they noticed a worn out Korvo trying to turn back. Then, they realized they need to put on clothes.

Terry: Oh shit! Kids! We have to put on fully clothes! Quick!

After getting into their fixed clothes, Terry then notices Korvo finally beginning to transform back as Terry and the Replicants runs up to him with Terry carries Korvo’s clothes.

Jesse: touches Korvo’s arm with her hand for comfort Easy there Korvo.

Yumyulack: You’re gonna be just fine.

Ogre Korvo: breathing in and out calmly as he finally turned back to normal

Terry: Oh my God. Korvo. helps Korvo put his clothes on while the Replicants and Pupa look on worriedly It’ll be okay honey.

Korvo: finally back to normal as he breaths in and out and gets up It’s over. It’s finally fucking over. We did it fam. starts to feel faint as Terry catches him with the help from the kids The nightmare is finally fucking over.

Jesse: Group hug time guys. I love you guys.

Yumyulack: I love you guys too. But that’s just between us as a family.

Pupa: I love you guys. And I love Baby Shark!

Solar Opposites: D’aww.

Korvo: I love you all. Even though I hate to admit it.

Terry: Aw and I love you honey and you too kids. Come here.

The Solar Opposites get in a tearful group hug as the sun rises while shedding tears of joy. Korvo and Terry shares a kiss while continuing to hug their children. Suddenly…

Angry Mob: Get the monsters! Yeah!

Principal Cooke: Wait, huh?

The angry mob stops and to their surprise and total shock, what stood the ogre alien, werecat alien, hulk alien, giant baby alien and demoness alien are now the family of five aliens hugging each other.

Kevin: Hey, what happened to the monsters?

Principal Cooke: They’re gone….. WE’RE SAVED!

Mob: Yeah! Hooray! Fuck those monsters! Woo-hoo! They’re gone! We’re free! Yay! Fuck yeah!

Jesse: Huh? notices the mob What the fuck guys?

Mob: stops cheering Huh?

Jesse: Guys, those mysterious monsters saved us from Simone, who is now a fucking dead corpse of a woman. But, those monsters are misunderstood. These kinds of beasts have been tormented by a bunch of corrupted motherfuckers who were using it out of revenge. We shouldn’t misjudge monsters for what they are, we should just praise them for they are and try to learn to love them and-

Principal Cooke: Oh my God… what have we done… they’re just poor victims of an evil corrupted force who are trying to live normal lives until someone fucking turned them into ones!

Randall: What kind of people are we?!

The mob starts crying while Korvo and Terry comforts them.

Terry: It’s okay everybody. Those damn heroes are in a much better place now. Whenever they are.

Korvo: Hell yeah. Whoever those fucking monsters are, we’ll always remember them, as heroes.

The mob had a moment of silence while Korvo, Terry, who is also carrying the Pupa, and Yumyulack smiled at Jesse.

Terry: That’s our sweet girl.

Korvo: We’re so proud of you and your brothers.

Yumyulack: Awesome speech sis.

Miss Frankie then came in a huff, now furious as she stomps towards the Solar Opposites.

Miss Frankie: WHAT? THE?! FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK?!

Pupa: screams as he hides behind Korvo and Terry while Jesse picks him up

Yumyulack: Uh, you alright Miss Frankie?

Miss Frankie: No! I’m not fucking alright! You fucking aliens ruined everything! I was supposed to teach you guys a fucking lesson!

Principal Cooke: What?!

Mob: What?! Huh?!

Korvo: Uh, what the fuck are you talking about?

Miss Frankie: I was the one who did this to you guys! I was the crook who turned you five into monsters, just to teach you guys a thing or two for fucking up our lives! the Solar Opposites and Angry Mob gasp in horror I fucking hate you aliens so much! Ugh! To think?! The lies I told! The stuff I took to frame you two! points at Terry and Korvo

Principal Cooke: Uh, you’re scaring us man.

Miss Frankie: I even framed you with the stupid BBQ rib pig thing!

Miss Frankie gasps and covers her mouth as she notices the shock and horror from the Solars and the humans. The mob then summoned their weapons along with the Solars as they surrounded her.

Miss Frankie: Uh, I was kidding? nervous laughing

The Solars look at each other, clearly disgusted by Frankie turning them into a pack of giant savage beasts and framing them two seasons ago with the whole Peter the Pig thing. So, they got the perfect idea. 

Three hours later, Miss Frankie is seen strapped in a rope on a chair while wearing a prisoner outfit with her goons.

Miss Frankie: Uh, what the fuck is happening?

Solar Opposites: showing up with the nets with the fire ants as a punishment PAYBACK FRANKIE!

The family put the nets on Frankie and her goons’ hands as they scream in pain with the crowd jeering at her for what she has done to them, their beloved town and the Solar Opposites.

Principal Cooke: crying while eating a carton of ice cream Why Frankie?

Jesse: There there Principal Cooke, comforts Cooke things will be okay.

Miss Frankie: screeches in pain I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU FUCKING GODAMN ALIEN MONSTERS!

Terry and Korvo gave each other a toast while laughing slyly with a wine glass they drink. Later…

Terry: I am so glad things are back to normal, is on his bed at nighttime with Korvo now we don’t have to be under house arrest anymore now that we got the evidence to the police.

Korvo: clipping his nails while sighing Thank God, that’s fucking over. Things are finally back to normal. The Replicants and Pupa are fast asleep like little baby angels, you and I finally got rid of those awful devices and now we can finally relax. suddenly accidentally clipped the top his toe and roars like his ogre form

Terry: gasp and hugs Korvo It’s okay Korvy. I’m here, your Life-Terry’s got you.

Korvo: finally calming down Sorry Terry, don’t know what got into me.

Terry: It’s okay. Right now, we just need some sleep. kisses Korvo on the forehead affectionately Goodnight honey.

Korvo: Goodnight.

The two adults head to sleep while snuggling towards each other affectionately despite the ruined blanket covers shown from Terry’s werecat form’s teeth and claws and fur too as the credits role.

The End

Notes: Sorry if I made some changes but I have to correct some things. Oh and I hope you like the full chapter everyone.

[nigel-ratburn-fanclub]

the very first fic for the spy AU Chapter 3

Nigel and Patrick were on the roof of NIMH they were planning to steal Dr Boxlitner latest plan and use it as their own

“OK whe I say go you will go dwon the vent with it takes us to Steven’s lab wel then go to his office I’ll go first” said Nigel

Nigel slide down the vent and laned

“Alright you can come down now” said Nigel

Patrick slid down

They soon heard the voices of Dr Boxlitner and Dr Valentine

“You sure this injection is going to work Dr Boxlitner” said the voice of Val

“I’m positive it’s going to work if not I could just goop the mice” said Dr Boxlitner

“What are they doing” said Patrick with fear in his voice

“They are doing experiments on animals to make them smart these experiments are illegal and led Mr Ronsen to found A.L.T.E.R” said Nigel

“What do you think our organization should be called” said Patrick

“Let’s just get the plans and get out of here” said Nigel

Nigel crept around the hallway being careful not to attract the scientists

He came to a door labeled Dr S Boxlitner Head Of Reaserch

“What did you find” said Patrick

“Nothing but blueprints for a goop ray and the whitcoats journal” said Nigel

“Whitcoat” said Patrick confused

“The nickname I Gave to those mad scientists like mad crazy not mad angry although they do have anger issues” said Nigel

“That mouse is not cooperating I’ll have to goop him” the voice of Dr Boxlitner rang out

Lets just get out of here I think i hear the whitecoats said Patrick

They ran off

At an abandoned warehouse next to NIMH, Nigel,Patrick were having their first meeting as the organization of M.A.L.V.I.E. Mr Herbert Haney and Nigels Younger sister Prodentia Ratburn were there also

“i call this meeting to order” said Nigel banging on a gavel

“where did you get the gavel” said Patrick

“not important now me and Patrick have broken into NIMH and we discovered this” said Nigel

he placed a journal on the table

“what is it” said Mr Haney

“Dr Boxlitners notes” said Nigel

“Did you buy the gavel” interrupted Patrick

Agine not important, now he invented a way to brainwash mice for them to follow commands so using these notes ive invented this" said Nigel

he placed a helmet like device on the table

“its a electromagnetic brain altering helmet now i just need a volunteer oh wait i have one” said Nigel

he took out from his pocket a white mouse

“this is Squeaky Dr Boxlitners pet mouse i will place the helmet on him and just push this button” said nigel

there was a flash and Squeaky just stared blankly

“Squeaky walk across the table” Nigel commanded

Squeaky did as he was told

“its genuis we could easily defeat Patty and A.L.T.E.R and take over the world whos with me’

i am” said Patrick

’“We are.” said the rest of the members

any questions" said Nigel

“just one” said Patrick

“if its anything about the gavel” said nigel

patrick just slouched in his seat

“fine i got off the internet” said Nigel

“thank you” said Patrick

“we shall now commence our take over of the world’ said Nigle

everyone cheered except Mr Haney

"ive got a bad feeling about this” said Mr Haney

At the Agency Patty Ratburn handed the disc Dr Boxlitner gave her to Arthur who placed it on the DVD player

“ that’s Nigel All right and that’s his boyfriend” said Patty pointing at the screen

“But why would they want Dr Boxlitner journal” said Arthur

“Dr Boxlitner expermints involve subjecting animals to cruel and unusual tests,the last battle I had with him he reveled he was going to use an animal army for who knows what,Nigel took this journal as an opportunity to scheme how to defeat me” explained Patty

“Say dont we have that party for our anniversary of the founding of the Agency” said Arthur

“Oh yes and no doubt Nigel will show up at the party,im going to warn Mr Ronsen” said Patty

She entered Mr Ronsen office

“My star agent what can I do for you” said Mr Ronsen

“You know my brother Nigel hes turned evil and planning to get rid of me and take over the world using Dr Boxlitner latest invention” said Patty

“My second star agent turned to the dark side I will provide extra survalince at the party is there anything else you want to tell me” said Mr Ronsen

“No sir” said patty

“Good now I must go and make my daily rounds of scouting the NIMH van at Farmer Bens” said Mr Ronsen

“Dont bother Dr Boxlitner and Val are kinda helping us just focus on getting ready for the party and Nigel” said Patty

Patty left Mr Ronsen office to get ready for the party

[onlyslightlybatty]

Howdy! A little about me :3

I go by Atlas around these parts

I'm 18

I'm from the midwest.

I'd call myself a good mix of goth and punk.

I'm a boy but in a lab experiment gone terribly wrong sorta way(he/him)

I have two cats- Orpheus and Polites, and four rats- Circe, Calliope, Psyche, and Sunny!

I write the occasional fanfic. The current fic is: We Collect Mistakes(I Will Carry Them Home) ~ a stucky endgame fix it set in the thunderbolts era

What fandoms am i in? I thought you'd never ask darling. Too many to count. Interveiw with the vampire, yellowjackets, the mcu, the x-men, doctor who, the occasional good omens dabble, greek mythology, EPIC the musical, hadestown, monster high

What are my interests? Well, for starters, Anthropology in pretty much alk senses of the word- Fashion, fashion history, evolution, early religions, folklore, early Homonids, history, you name it. I also love evolutionary biology and more specifically convergent evolution. And zoology- i like birds, i like fish, i like mammals. I like animals.

Some of my favorite things include:

Person: my wonderful bf hi love i see you

Band: The Crane Wives!

Musical: Hadestown

Animals: Manta Rays and Vultures+Condors

Song: Ribs by The Crane Wives

Monster high character: Operetta

Doctor: 10

Doctor who companion: the ponds + river

Iwtv character: I'm ashamed to say it's Lestat

Yellowjackets character: Shauna! I love my evil wife shauna shipman. I am #1 shauna defender. She did it all and i think she should do more evil stuff actually.

Marvel character: Bucky Barnes, what can i say

X-men character: Nightcrawler! I love my blue son.

Book: Clytemnestra by Costanza Casati

[autism-purgatory]

I decided to do an intro to WanderStruck!

⚡️ WanderStruck! ⚡️

Modi, on the day of his coronation as a member of the Neretian Royal guard, is suddenly very far from home, and by far, I mean another universe. Will the reckless knight find his way home?

Modi is pulled into the “normal” world by a rift in reality and some freaky robot arms. He’s now in Los Angeles and has absolutely no clue how to get home. Luckily, he won’t be alone in his messy journey.

⚡️ Our lose- I mean protagonists ⚡️

Modi (22): The focus character at least for the first five chapters. He’s from Ouria (a fantasy world where a good chunk of my wips take place), more specifically Neretia, a series of small islands between two mega-continents. He’s next in line to be the king’s personal royal knight. His father, Taos, is the current one. Modi is reckless, fearless, and maybe a little stupid. He faced a dragon when he was 15 and won (he lost an eye, an ear, and a few fingers but shhhh) which has made him the most popular knight on the islands. He also has an older half sister!

Magni (26): Tired, Snarky, and probably going to snap into a fit of rage any moment now, also she’s a rain witch. Magic in Neretia, like most magic in Ouria, happens when you bind yourself to a certain entity (I wouldn’t call them gods bc they more resemble concepts than deities, but they appreciate the worship nonetheless). The dragon gods of Rain and Thunder ditched Neretia a long time ago for reasons explained in another WIP that don’t matter here, but the ability to link yourself to them lingers. Magni is constantly overshadowed by Modi, despite the fact that she is freakishly good at rain magic, which also includes manipulation of moisture and liquids in general. They don’t like each other, and the worst part is that whenever Modi gets injured it’s usually her problem. And now that Modi is missing, it’s her job to find him.

And finally, Ray (Or Raymond, 23): Quiet, rambling, and complete fucking nerd. He’s fresh out of college who recently got accepted into WanderTech, a company that’s helped with space flight and exploration technology since the 80’s. They also dabble into plenty of other things like black holes and quantum physics. Their biggest project, Chronos, involved multiverse travel. They’ve only found one world, that being Ouria. They have freaky little spider/squid bots called Pilgrims that retrieve artifacts from Ouria. Ray was allowed to spectate a certain experiment which involved retrieving a person from Ouria, which surprise surprise, turns out to be Modi. The experiment goes a little haywire and they couldn’t bring him directly to their labs, but it’s no big deal, right? RIGHT?

So these three eventually team up to get back to Ouria, though there’s plenty of other people who help (and chase) them along the way. There’s gay stuff, sibling rivalry, daddy issues, family tree issues, dragons, robots, evil corporations, you name it!

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THE HEAD (1959, DIE NAKTE UND DER SATAN) – Episode 164 – Decades Of Horror: The Classic Era

“The professor is a genius and it’s a pleasure to work with him. But he’s now beginning some experiments that, in my opinion, … exceed certain ethical limits.” Ethics are such a bother, don’t you agree? Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff, Doc Rotten, and Jeff Mohr – as they take in Die Nackte und der Satan (1959), also known as The Head, a German film neck-deep in head transplants.

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 164 – The Head (1959)

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A scientist invents a serum that keeps a dog’s head alive after its body dies. When the scientist dies of a heart attack, his crazed assistant cuts off his head and, using the serum, keeps the doctor’s head alive and forces it to help him on an experiment to give a hunchbacked nun a new body.

  Writer/Director: Victor Trivas 

Music: Willy Mattes (composer); Erwin Lehn (arranger/conductor)

Weird Lab Music: Lasry-Baschet (Baschet Brothers, Yvonne and Jacques Lasry)

Cinematographer: Georg Krause

Art Director: Hermann Warm 

Makeup Department: Karl Hanoszek, Susi Krause (as Susanne Krause)

Selected Cast:

Horst Frank as Dr. Brandt – alias Dr. Ood

Karin Kernke as Schwester Irene Sander

Helmut Schmid as Bert Jaeger

Paul Dahlke as Police Commissioner Sturm

Dieter Eppler as Paul Lerner

Kurt Müller-Graf as Dr. Walter Burke

Christiane Maybach as Stella – alias Lilly

Michel Simon as Prof. Dr. Abel

Osman Ragheb as Franz – the Bartender (uncredited)

Maria Stadler as Mrs. Schneider (uncredited)

Barbara Valentin as Animierdame und Tänzerin in der ‘Tam Tam’ Bar (uncredited)

This little German sci-fi horror B-movie may have slipped past many a monster kid’s radar. In the film, one crazed scientist gets one-upped by an evil scientist who takes not only the first scientist’s life – reducing his life to a head on a plate – but also uses his discoveries to perform some head-swapping shenanigans. This film is strange, bizarre, weird, silly… yet, oddly entertaining. The Grue-Crew has so many thoughts to share regarding The Head (1959).

At the time of this writing, The Head can be found streaming from the Classic Sci-Fi Movie Channel, the Classic Horror Movie Channel, Tubi, and Dark Matter TV. The film is currently available on disc as The Head (1959) (Die Nackte und der Satan) [Blu-Ray, Reg.A/B/C Import – Germany] from Anolis. 

(NOTE: Currently, all of the streaming options are the American version with roughly five minutes cut from the runtime, music substitutions, and English dubbing as the only language option. The Blu-ray has German and English language and subtitle options, the original music, and a commentary by Tim Lucas. The German language version delivers far more emotional impact to the viewer while the English dubbing comes off as a bit flat with awkward and simplified phrasing. And since the music is one of the attractions for me, the Blu-ray is a far better experience, although a bit pricey. – JLM)

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Up next in their very flexible schedule, as chosen by Doc, is The Revenge of Frankenstein (1958), Peter Cushing as the Baron in a Hammer FIlm? And of course, Michael Ripper? Yay!

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[custard-kau]

day 1

it is thursday, august 17th, 2023. for normal reasons, i have decided I would like a custard kau on neopets dot com. see pfp for reference.

as you likely know, most neopets color variations can be applied with a "paintbrush" item, which can be obtained via purchase with excessive amounts of the game's primary currency, "neopoints". this is not the case for the "custard" color, which can be obtained only via a.) toiling away at the lab ray or b.) the rainbow fountain, only accessible as a reward for completing a faerie quest, which occur infrequently and at random.

today, i have obtained this kau for my evil wizard experiments.

he will not likely remain a kau throughout the lab zapping process, but i figure it'll be good to start off on the right foot. his name is craigford.

according to jellyneo.net, the lab ray will change craigford's color roughly 6.7% of the time, or about one in fifteen times. kau come in 69 color variations. i have never been one for math, but i figure that means the lab ray will make craigford custard Eventually. today, it increased craigford's hit point max by 5.

[wkemeup]

Graveyard

summary: As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too.  pairing: bucky x healer!reader word count: 10k warnings: canon level violence

As a child, you were told it was a gift; placed upon a pedestal above the quaint suffering of a rural town and removed of your innocence for the good of strangers. You’d been made to be revered – honored – for the touch that could mend the broken.  

It began with a cut upon your father’s finger – a slip of a kitchen knife that had left a small bead of blood in its wake. Curious eyes glanced up at your father as he hissed at the sting of it and you’d reach forward to place your infant hand upon the cut, a grip so mall it barely wrapped around his finger. He stilled as a soft glow began to emit from your palm. When you removed your hand and began to cry, your father was stunned to find his skin perfectly intact – no trace of a scar in its place.  

They told you it was a gift, celebrated you as if you were a blessing from Heaven itself. But they were cruel in their rejoice, selfish in their praise. They had not considered your gift was not a gift at all – but a sacrifice.  

Like energy, pain could not be destroyed— but it could be absorbed. It could be transferred. Your father’s cut had not simply disappeared, but instead manifested on the finger of an infant for a few short moments before it faded into your skin; laid to rest amongst a sea of foreign injuries that did not belong to you.  

“Look sharp, kid! We’ve got incoming,” Banner’s voice startled you from your thoughts as he stood at the doorway to your lab. Arms folded over his chest, an amused smirk upon his face, he must have caught sight of the quinjet landing in the hanger from the windows overlooking the loading dock.  

You nodded, setting down the drill beside the stun absorption pad you were engineering for Stark’s newest suit. You didn't have to wonder long who was on the latest mission and currently on their way to your office, because a familiar bickering began to carry down the hall and into the lab, forcing a smile onto your face.  

For a mechanical engineer, you saw more of the Avengers post-mission than the med wing did these days. You’d been hired for your multiple PhDs and borderline genius IQ, but once you’d rushed across the room to spare Stark from a rather unpleasant laceration on his palm from an experiment gone haywire, your lab had quickly become a rotating door of injured Avengers.  

Sure enough, Barnes and Wilson stumbled their way into the lab, Sam draped over Bucky’s shoulder, barely able to put any pressure on his left leg. While Sam tossed you his charismatic grin and those big, round, puppy dog eyes, Bucky favored to dispose of his partner on the lab table with an aggravated grunt.  

“What do we have today?” you smirked, rolling up the sleeves of your coat as Bruce shook his head in amusement.  

“Broken ankle, I think,” Sam replied, gesturing to the mess of bandages and improvised splint.  

You nodded as you stepped closer, examining the injury before you brushed a hand over the swollen joint. Sam whined at the contact, the pain clearly breaking through the lighthearted grin upon his face though he tried to suppress it. His hand curled into a fist.  

“You know I’m not a medical doctor, but I’d have to agree,” you nodded, planting your hands on your hips.  

“You could just get the x-rays and go through PT like a normal person,” Bucky grumbled off in his corner of the room, narrowing his eyes in warning upon his partner. “She’s not here as your personal healer, Wilson.”  

Bucky was always hesitant of your powers. He never said why, but you wondered most days if he was still seeking penance for the evils he’d committed under Hydra, if maybe he felt as though giving you his pain absolved him in a way he was not worthy of.  

Or perhaps it was a degradation of his pride. Men often found strength in their ability to withstand pain. Though, it seemed to bother him when the others would come to you for injuries like this, too, almost as if he worried they were taking advantage of you.  

He was a good man; certainly, more concerned with your consent in healing his friends than your parents and the town who spent your childhood exploiting you ever were.  

“I don’t mind, Bucky,” you told him, smiling encouragingly back at him until he started to relax his shoulders and uncrossed his arms, softening under your gaze. “If it means less time on the bench and more time out there saving lives and having your back, I don’t mind at all.”

“Yeah, Barnes, who’s going to watch your back if I’m held up in a cast?” Sam teased, chuckling under his breath until Bucky stepped forward and not so subtly bumped his hip to the side of the lab table. The sudden disruption of the table moved his ankle just enough to instantly wipe the grin from Sam’s face.  

“Try to relax for me, Sam,” you eased, stepping forward as you started to remove your gloves. You leaned over the edge of the table, slowly removing the splint and the bandage surrounding the swollen muscle. You handed it off to Bucky as you examined the dark purple and blue discoloration on his ankle.  

He hissed as you laid your palms on his leg, clenching down on his jaw.  

You closed your eyes, concentrating as you felt for the break beneath the surface. A crack splintered through the bone, the surrounding tissue swollen and aching.  

A gentle glow began to emit from your palms, a warmth that spread from your hands and directly onto Sam’s skin, through the muscle, and deep into the bone. You could feel the subtle fragments as they began to mend, the swell in his joint as it shrank, the slight movements as he regained feeling.  

Exhaling a tense breath, you shifted your stance onto your right leg as the pressure started to build in your ankle. It wouldn’t last long, just a few minutes in comparison to the weeks of treatment and months of physical therapy Sam would have endured – an easy trade for a man who spend his days so selflessly on the line in the service of strangers.  

You could sense Bucky watching you and you were careful not to let the pain show on your face. There was a privilege in healing the Avengers like this. It gave your life meaning beyond the injuries of your hometown; of careless teenagers falling off skateboards or angry men in bars who took an argument a drink too far. You’d happily take on a few moments of pain in service of heroes.  

Not that you’d let them know.  

“You should be good now.” You held your hands up, the soft glow fading away from your palms as you tucked your hands into your pockets. Careful of the momentary break in your ankle, you took a cautious step away from the table to lean on the chair at your desk. No one noticed the wince in your expression as you put the slightest pressure on the fresh injury.  

“I will never get tired of that.” Sam looked down at the foot in awe, rolling at the ankle and amazed to find the swelling and bruising disappeared completely. He jumped down from the table, bounding on his feet just to test out the freedom in his mobility.  

“Alright, Wilson. Enough,” Bucky rolled his eyes. “You’re going to hurt yourself again and Y/n’s not going to be so generous next time.”

Sam smirked, pausing for a moment as he contemplated. “Nah, my girl will always take care of me. Won’t ya, sugar?”  

It didn’t slip your notice when Bucky tensed up at the pet name. You started to laugh, the teasing smile dropping from his face as his hands curled into fists. Sam really knew how to press his buttons and it seemed, surprisingly enough, you were one of them.  

“Bucky’s got a point, you know. Fancy healing powers are reserved for field injuries these days.” You were only teasing, both of them knowing you’d have healed a papercut if they’d ask. Still, Bucky smirked, taunting Sam over your shoulder as if he’d won.  

You eased yourself off the chair as you started to regain feeling in your ankle, giving more pressure to the heel to find it barely noticeable. You rubbed at the joint with your right shoe to find the swelling had disappeared as well.  

A few moments to spare him weeks of pain. Easy trade.

“What about you, Sergeant?”  

Bucky paused, raising an eyebrow at you.  

You took a step forward, glancing over him in search of injuries. Nothing more than a few cuts that his own advanced healing would take care of overnight. Still, there was one injury you’d been trying to convince him to allow you to heal in the year since you’ve known him.  

“You going to let me work on your shoulder yet or are you still being a masochist?”  

Sam snickered under his breath as he crossed the room to watch what Banner was doing over his shoulder. Bucky gave you that knowing smile of his, the one that pushed up into his eyes and left behind beautiful creases and lines on his face; an exhale of a laugh on his breath.  

“It’s not necessary, doll. I’m fine.”

A frown tugged at your lips. “You always say that, and yet...”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Bucky shrugged. He was watching you with those sweet eyes of his, creating a warmth that spread in your chest entirely independent of the powers in your hands.  

“You shouldn’t have to handle it in the first place,” you pressed, a pain in your voice as he placed a hand on your shoulder, letting it slide down your arm. It was an intimate gesture, more contact that he had with most people, and he offered it willingly. You tried not to let the shivers show in your spine as he pulled away.  

It looked as though he wanted to say more, but Steve suddenly appeared in the doorway, causing Bucky to take an abrupt step away from you. You hadn’t realized how close you’d been standing to one another.  

“Debrief in five,” Steve ordered, eyeing Sam and Bucky, though paused as he saw you, offering a short smile in acknowledgement before disappearing down the hall.  

“I’m not letting this go, just so you’re aware,” you teased, pointing at Bucky’s shoulder as he started to wave Sam towards the door. He smiled, keeping his back to you until Sam was clear of the room and he leaned into the open frame, one quick glance back at you.  

“Wouldn’t expect anything less, doll.”

***

The next month saw another broken leg, a fractured clavicle, two minor lacerations, a sprained wrist, and a number of superficial cuts – all from various members of the team. Though there was always the one exception who wouldn’t accept your offer no matter how badly he was favoring his right arm.  

The clavicle was certainly a challenge to get through, but the world needed Natasha Romanoff in the field, not strung up on a gurney and a brace for a handful of months. It took longer than some of the other injuries to heal, but you’d managed, even if you had to excuse yourself to the restroom as soon as you’d finished, even if you had to shove a towel into your mouth to keep from screaming as it mended itself together under your skin.  

The truth was you liked being useful. You liked the stunned smiles on their faces and the appreciation in their eyes. You liked seeing them run a hand over perfectly smooth skin where an open wound had just been. It gave you a purpose.  

And sure – your work on SHIELD tech was important and perhaps not all of the injuries in your hometown had been a waste of your abilities, but there was something exceptionally gratifying in mending someone who was untouchable, in healing the people who saved the world.

You’d take a dozen broken clavicles for them.  

It was late after your evening shift and you’d taken to running a few laps on the indoor track around the gym. Blow off some steam, use the state-of-the-art equipment Stark spent thousands of dollars on, give your mind something to think about beside how you were going to rewire Sam’s wings to expand in a more fluid motion.  

You’d just started to break into a sweat when you noticed Bucky setting up at the row of punching bags. The gym was otherwise empty as the sky favored the stars over the sun, and you started to smile as you watched Bucky shrug off his jacket and drop the bag at his feet. He rolled back his shoulders, concentrating on the bag as he readied his fists. But as the first punch hit the bag, the smile quickly fell from your face.  

It echoed up into the rafters, startling you enough to still your sprint abruptly. He let out a grunt as he pummeled at the bag; left jab, right hook, kick, until it broke at the seams and split open to spill sand in heaps upon the ground. He moved on to the next one.  

You clasped a hand to your mouth, looking around the gym to confirm you were in fact alone with him. He’d been on a mission as far as you were aware for the last week. You’d missed him hanging around the lab, asking questions as you worked on new advancements on the stun guns for field agents. He must have gotten back a few hours ago and something clearly went wrong.  

“Bucky?” you called, voice far too soft to be heard across the gym and above the thunderous clash of his knuckles to leather. You jogged a few paces closer, wincing as he threw the entirely of his momentum into a hit that would have broken an ordinary man’s hand. “Bucky? Are you alright?”

But he didn’t hear you. You took a cautious look back at the doors, wondering if you should go find Steve, or maybe even Sam – someone who might know what happened, someone who might be able to talk him down. But you were the only one around. You cleared your throat, stepping up just behind him.  

“Bucky?”

You hit the ground before you knew what had happened.  

A blinding pulsing in the back of your head, the wind momentarily knocked from your lungs, you opened your eyes to find Bucky hovering over you. He held a closed fist in the air, the other digging sharply into your shoulder between his grip, pupils blown wide and dark. It took a moment before he seemed to realize who was laying under him.

“Y/n?” He blinked, confused. His stare flickered to the fist held above your head, knuckles dripping red and bloody, and he pulled away instantly, a flash of horror written over his features. “Shit-- I didn’t... What are you doing here?”

You rubbed at the back of your head, brushing over a slight bump that would certainly mend itself within a few minutes. Slowly, you sat up, careful of the sudden darkness that swept over your eyes, though something cool grabbed onto you before you could fall back against the floor.  

“Hey, come lean against the wall, okay?” Bucky urged, carefully guiding you to adjust your position until you could press your back to the chill of the plastered walls. You sighed in contentment, the pain in your pain already dissipating. Bucky swallowed nervously. “Did I hurt you?”

“I don’t stay hurt for long, Buck,” you told him with a teasing smile, though he did not return it. You set a hand on his forearm, squeezing it lightly before returning it to your lap. “I’m alright. I promise. Are you?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes.

“You were beating that punching bag within an inch of its life,” you clarified, chuckling as you gestured to the exploded bag on the floor, and then to the one still hanging with sand streaming down the seams.  

“Rough mission,” was all he said, his eyes downcast.  

You nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft buzz of the air conditioner and the faint chirp of crickets outside the windows. You didn’t expect him to say anything. Bucky was a man of few words, but you hoped the company was enough. He didn’t make an effort to move away, not even when your thigh brushed against his.  

He was trying to close his fist when you heard him hiss in pain. His right hand was coated in dried blood and fresh, open wounds on his knuckles. They’d barely started to crust over and with every attempt to close his fist, they cracked open, drawing a painful sting in their place.  

“Will you let me heal your hand?”

Bucky paused, setting his hand down on his leg. “Y/n, it’s not necessary. I won’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering,” you countered. “Besides, it is necessary, actually. How are you going to punch the bad guys if you can’t close your fist?”

“I’ve got another,” Bucky argued back, though a smile had etched its way onto his face. He raised his left hand, making a show of it as he curled his fingers into a fist one by one. “This one’s pretty indestructible so...”

“Please, Bucky.” You turned towards him, folding your legs as you held out your left hand for him to take. “Just this once. Let me do this.”

A stormy array of ocean blue and thunderous skies stared back at you, unsure. His eyes flickered down to your hand. Always so hesitant to ask for help, always so reluctant to accept the good things when they were offered. But as he watched you, searching for signs to run, to back out, something softened.  

He swallowed and slowly, placed his right hand into yours.  

You smiled, adjusting your grip gently on his hand. You placed it to lay on you knee as you hovered your left hand over his knuckles. The warm glow illuminated from your palm and Bucky’s breath hitched as he must have felt the sudden rush of energy it produced.  

The scars began to mend before his eyes and just as you felt the stinging prick on your own knuckles, you quickly pushed your right hand into the pocket of your jacket to hide the scars as they formed.  

“That’s incredible,” Bucky exhaled, withdrawing his hand as soon as you were finished. He held it out in front of him, examining the dried blood coated around perfectly intact skin. He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re incredible.”  

A rush of heat burned in your cheeks as you looked away, a smile breaking onto your lips. It was enough to distract you from the stinging in your hand tucked away in your pocket.  

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” you asked, biting on your lip nervously. “Think you could do with the company and I’d like to keep you from breaking more of these expensive punching bags.”

Bucky laughed at that, nodding. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He stood and offered you his hand, thinking out loud about which one of the movies on his list he wanted to try out next. You pulled your hand from your pocket and took his as he offered it to you; the knuckles already clean and healed.  

***

“You should see it, Fitz! It’s a goddamn stroke of genius.” You held up the ventilator no bigger than the pad of your thumb up to the light, admiring your work.  

“I’m sure Stark will be thrilled,” a thick Scottish accent crackled through the speaker on the com beside you. “Send me the schematics, will you?”

You pursed your lips, a smile etching through. “Think you can one-up me?”

“No never,” Fitz laughed. You could hear him tinkering in his own lab on the quinjet, the small clicks of metal and the buzz of a drill humming over the speaker. “Just want to see if I’m still head of our class or not.”

“Pretty sure we both know that title belongs to Simmons.”

There was a slight pause, then, a dreamy, “yeah, you’re right.”

A sudden knocking at the edge of the lab startled you as you spun around in your chair, nearly dropping the ventilator for Stark’s suit. Bucky stood in the doorway, clutching at his left shoulder as fingers dug into the muscle. He wore a sort of guilty look upon his face though he pushed out a smile and waved.  

“Hey, Fitz, I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?” you said over your shoulder to the speaker, waited a moment for his response and ended the call. You turned back to Bucky as a smile grew upon your face. “What can I do for you, Sergeant? I didn’t miss movie night, did I?”

“No, you’re in the clear,” Bucky chuckled, though it was tense. He stepped further into the lab, relaxing a little as he noticed no one else was around. It was pretty late for you to be working, but you were so close to finishing the ventilator, and well, time easily got away from you with Fitz on the other end of the phone.  

“Coming to keep me company then?” you teased. “I’m actually about done anyway, so we could set up the next movie on your—”

“No, I— um...” Bucky started, losing his nerve rather quickly. He exhaled a tense breath, eyes casting down to the floor. “I was, um, wondering if you could work on my shoulder?”

You raised an eyebrow. Even after that night in the gym, Bucky was still hesitant to your offers to heal his various injuries from the field. He’d give you that sweet smile of his, a soft pink in his cheeks, and tell you that he’d be fine on his own. You never doubted that, but it didn’t mean you couldn't spare him just a few hours of that pain.  

“The, um,” Bucky winced, gritting his teeth as he pushed his hand deeper against the tissue, “the nerve endings are acting up. Shuri said it’s to be, uh, expected given how Hydra butchered my arm all those years ago, but...”

“Come here.” You were already removing the files and paperwork from the table, gesturing for him to take a seat.  

His whole left arm was slack at his side as if he could barely tolerate to move it. Shallow breaths hitched in his lungs as he leaned against the table, settling against the hard, metal surface.

“Can you take this off?” you asked, nodding to his shirt. Bucky’s cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat nervously, playing with the ends of your hair. “It’ll be more effective if I can touch the area directly.”

He removed his right hand from the muscle at his shoulder and gripped at the hem of his shirt. Slowly, he started to pull it over his head, though you could tell from the harsh exhale in his breath that it was causing him considerable pain.  

“Here, let me help you.” You stepped forward and helped ease the fabric up his torso and gently guided it off his right arm, over his head, and eased it down his left. He seemed more at ease with the shirt removed, but a chill swept up his spine in the cool air of the lab.  

You kept your eyes on his, determined not to let your gaze fall to the hardened muscles on his chest and stomach.  

“I won’t be able to heal the scars,” you told him as you moved around to stand behind the table. “Just try to relax for me, okay? I’ll do what I can for the pain.”

Bucky nodded, his hands clenched into the lip of the table, enough to warp the surface. He could barely muster out a response.  

“My hands are a little cold, so...” you muttered out nervously, rubbing your palms together in an effort to warm them.  

Then, you set your hands against the mess of scar tissue surrounding his shoulder, starting at his shoulder blades as the glow illuminated bright enough to light up the corner of your lab. Bucky gasped, the first breath in a long time completely filling his lungs as he felt the relief within your touch. You could practically feel the tension melting off his shoulders.  

It didn’t take long before the pain made its way to your body. Starting out slow, in numbing aches, until it was so sharp, it felt like a dozen edges of sharp blades puncturing into your shoulder. You clenched your jaw, held your breath, thankful that Bucky couldn’t see your face when you bit down on the inside of your cheek and tears sprung into your eyes.  

“God, that... shit...” Bucky sighed, his grip releasing on the table. You could hear the smile in his voice, the relief, and it helped to push aside the pain as it manifested in your body.  

You moved your hand up his back, sliding along the scars where his skin met metal, taking as much of his pain as you could. Bucky was exceptionally strong, able to withstand far more than you could without passing out completely. You couldn’t take it all, especially if you wanted to keep him from knowing how your gift truly worked, but you took enough.  

You swallowed back the lump in your throat, preparing yourself as you moved around to face him. There was more on his chest, by his clavicle, you couldn’t reach from behind him. You'd had years of practice, learning how to keep the pain from displaying on your face. You could get through this for him.  

As you stepped in front of him, keeping a steady hold on his shoulder, you could feel his eyes watching you. The glow under your palms was bright enough to illuminate the lab, but it was a gentle light, as soft as the burn of a candle or the golden rays of a sunset. Bucky watched you with a kind of awe that made your stomach twist into knots.  

You guided your hand along the scar tissue on his chest, doing your best to ignore the goosebumps as they rose in your wake. Your heart was stammering, louder than the pain radiating in your shoulder, though it lessened the more you worked. The pain had nearly left him entirely as he started to take in more even breaths, relaxing his muscles as you felt them soften under your touch.  

You exhaled a tense breath through your nose, concentrating on gathering as much of the pain as you could, on mending the broken nerve endings as they misfired and frayed under the torn appendage. You barely noticed as Bucky crossed his right hand over his chest and laid his hand palm against your hands.  

“Thank you,” he whispered, his fingers curling around the undersides of your hands until he gently tugged them away. The glow faded until the lab was only lit by the soft light of the lamp at your desk and the reflection of the moon peering in through the window.  

You met his eye, the pain still prominent in your shoulder though you forcibly softened the clench in your jaw as he looked over you. His eyes flickered down to your lips for only a second, but it was enough. Your heart skipped.  

Bucky slowly released your hands, letting them fall gently against his thighs, as he leaned forward to cup the sides of your face. Fingers tangling into your hair, you stepped closer, pressed against the table between the parting of his legs.  

You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was racing, or if he could hear it, because you were certain it was going to beat straight out of your chest. The fading pain in your shoulder you’d taken for him was nothing but a forgotten memory as he pressed his forehead to yours, just waiting.  

The moment his lips touched yours, you lost your breath; fireworks and butterflies, twists in your stomach and clamoring in your heart. You could feel his smile as it spread into his cheeks, your hands seeking more of him as you slid them up the sides of his bare chest. He was beautiful and perfect and so incredibly wonderful, you’d take hours of his pain, years even, if you could keep kissing him like this.  

“Hey, Y/n, I thought you were already done for the—oh, sorry!”

You jolted away from Bucky, restless and a little disheveled, Bucky’s cheeks flamed red, as you turned to find Banner standing awkwardly in the doorway. His hand was shielded over his eyes, his back quickly turned to you as papers littered the floor at his feet. You started to laugh, hand clamping over your swollen lips as you looked over at Bucky.  

“It’s no worry, Bruce,” you giggled, quickly skating over to the door to help him pick up the files. Bucky meanwhile shrugged his shirt back on, fixing the flyaways in his hair.  

“So sorry,” he mumbled again, clearly embarrassed by his intrusion as he glanced over at Bucky apologetically. He gathered the papers into his arms. “I’ll be going now and, um, I won’t come back, okay?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Bucky’s eyes blew wide in Banner’s quick escape.  

“Still want that company?” you offered with a smile, extending your hand to him. The pain was long gone from your shoulder as he shook himself from the flush in his cheeks and nodded. He took your hand and led you down the hall to the living room. There was another movie on the list to get through.  

***

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. Your cheeks began to hurt from how often you were smiling, as if it were a permanent fixture on your features. You’d even caught yourself humming along to the radio as you dusted the surfaces in your lab the morning after Bucky had kissed you goodbye on the landing dock in front of at least a dozen agents.  

He’d been away on a mission for the last few days, but he called when he could. You’d spend whatever spare minutes he could get on the satellite phone with him, distracting him from whatever was going on in his end of the world with talk about your latest project with Stark or old stories from the academy with Fitz or what the next movie on the list was going to be.  

He wasn’t a man of many words, but you liked knowing he was on the other end of the line. You could picture his smile perfectly in your mind, the way he chewed on his lower lip, how his eyes fell downcast to the floor by your shoes, the flush of pink in his cheeks. It was enough.  

“So, things are really heating up with you and Barnes,” Natasha commented as she sipped the top of her steaming coffee before it could spill over the edge. You shrugged, though it was hard to contain your smile. Natasha grinned. “I think it’s good for him. You, too. Don’t know the last time I’ve seen him this happy. He seems more relaxed. Like maybe he’s not carrying the whole world on his shoulders anymore.”

“Helps when he’s not in excruciating pain on a daily basis,” you added, tapping at your left shoulder. He’d let you work on it a few times since that first night. It always took some convincing, but the pain was never as bad as it was that evening. You could take it. You’d do it a thousand times for him without question.  

Natasha nodded, a pleased look upon her face. She parted her lips to say more, but a sudden commotion at the end of the hall stole the words from her tongue. You set your coffee down on the counter, peering out around the tables to find agents jumping out of the way of an oncoming train.  

“Y/n!” Bucky shouted, voice breaking in the effort as he sprinted down the hall and slammed into an unsuspecting agent. Papers flew into the air as he sprinted towards your room. “Y/n!”

“Bucky?” you called stepping out into the hallway where he could see you.  

He skidded to an abrupt stop, his hair flying over his shoulder as he turned in your direction.  

“Y/n! Thank God.”  

It wasn't until Bucky stood in front of you that you realized he was covered in blood; soaking into his hair, caked under his finger nails, drenched into his suit, and stained to his skin. Your eyes widened, breath all but leaving your lungs, as your hands clutched against his jacket. He tried to pull you back towards the stairs, but you couldn’t budge, not with that much blood all over him.  

“What-- What happened? Are you hurt?” You started seeking out exposed skin an effort to draw away any pain you could, even if you couldn’t see any exposed wounds.  

Bucky's hand slid over yours, pulling it away. He softened, though you could still see the frantic rise and fall of his chest.  

“It’s not my blood. It’s Steve’s.”

Your stomach sank; relief mixed into an ugly shade of guilt and grief. Natasha was already sprinting down to the med bay, coffee mug cracked and spilled upon the tile floors. Her footsteps echoed through the hallway, the sudden clanging of the double doors startling you from your daze.  

“Please, I—I need you,” Bucky begged, his voice shaking. Tears were burning in his eyes. You’d never seen him this afraid; this shaken and helpless. “It’s not good, Y/n. He’s-- He’s--”

“Okay.” You pressed a hand to his cheek, brushing your thumb sweetly across his face and smeared the tears as they cleaned the dried blood away. You didn’t need to hear anymore. All you wanted was to take his pain, even if your gift couldn’t touch it as it nestled deep into his heart.  

By the time you reached the med bay, a storm of chaos had already barreled through. Lab equipment was knocked over on its side. Dozens of agents frantically running around, shouting orders at one other. Papers and schematics lined the floor with imprinted of boots damaging the print. But it was the trail of blood that drew your attention.  

Droplets trailing from the loading bay of the jet to down the med wing to the surgical room. Dark red and oozing. Taunting. Far too much for any ordinary man to have lost. You tried to stifle the gasp as it hitched in your breath the moment you saw him.  

Steve was strung up on a gurney, suit cut down the middle and flayed open, exposing his chest and the three bullet holes expelling pints of blood. The hands of several agents were pressing down onto him, trying to keep pressure on the wounds, deep red slipping out from between their fingers. The look on their faces said enough – he wasn’t going to make it.  

“Where’s Helen?” you gaped, staring at Steve.  

“Ten minutes out.” Tony stumbled into the room as he rounded the corner, holding a stat phone in his hand. “She’s in the chopper.”

“He can’t wait ten minutes.” Bucky gripped tight to you hand and you could feel the tension radiating in his muscles. You wanted to take it for him but he pulled his hand before you could, turning to face you. “You’re all we have. Y/n, please. I can’t lose him.”

Bucky had never once asked you to heal someone like this. He could barely muster the will to ask you to heal his own wounds, to ease the constant stream of pain in his shoulder, and the open wounds on his hand. But with Steve’s life in the balance, he didn’t have room to be hesitant anymore. He couldn’t risk his best friend’s life.

But he didn’t know it would risk yours in the process.  

You swallowed, glancing back nervously at Steve. “I’ve never healed anything this bad before, Buck. I don’t know if I can--” survive this.  

Could your body heal fast enough to take on his injuries? Could you do them one by one? Would he live long enough to even try? Would either of you?  

“Y/n, please. He’ll die without you,” Bucky begged, his voice wavering. Tears reflected in his eyes; gentle pale blue obstructed by a swarm of fear and guilt and desperation, a redness straining into the surrounding white until his cheeks were wet. The dried blood cleared in streaks as they traveled down to his jawline.  

You watched him as he bit down onto his lip, shielding his face from the others as he waited. The frantic beeping of the monitor strapped to Steve’s chest was growing frantic, irregular, and you knew there wasn’t much time left.  

The worst you’d ever attempted to heal before had been the stabbing of a stranger. You’d found her clutching stomach in an abandoned alleyway in Queens, contents of her purse spilled to the pavement, jewelry torn from her neck. You'd knelt down beside her and took her pain without so much as a second thought.  

As her wound began to close, your skin split open, blood soaked into your shirt, your vision grew dark and hazy, until it was nothing at all.  

The last thing you remembered of that night was the horror in the woman’s eye as she scrambled away from you and ran back to the safety of the open streets. You woke in a pool of your own blood hours later – longer than it had ever taken to heal before.  

A scar remained on your stomach from that night. The only one on your body. A warning.  

Test the limits of your gift again and learn why it’s called a sacrifice.

But as you looked back at Bucky, at a man who never dared to ask you for anything until it was unbearable, who wore his own scars and healed his own injuries in fear of exploiting your gift, who was impossibly gentle for the evil he was surrounded in for decades – you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no. You didn’t want to.

Bucky must have noticed the change in your expression because his shoulders softened immediately, a heavy sigh sinking through his body. He pushed forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips; short, chaste, and still—filled with a world of emotion, of gratitude, of relief. It gave you the courage to do what needed to be done.  

Tony began to shout for the room to clear the moment you approached the table. You stared down at Steve, whose skin had grown nearly translucent, the monitor above displaying his heart beat as it evened out to a nearly thin line. He was fading fast. You wouldn’t have much time.  

Everything around you became muted, distorted, as you channeled your focus; the huddled whispers of the agents hovering over Steve with their hands pressed to open wounds sounded as if they were miles away.  

Bucky stood at your side, watching anxiously though he tried his best to remain stoic and unaffected, though you knew he was splintering apart at the seams. Natasha and Sam were huddled in the far corner, talking quietly amongst themselves as they tried to put the pieces together as to what happened out in the field. Tony was shooing away stay agents with the threat of force, while Banner did his best to remotely disengage the power on Tony’s glove.  

None of it registered. Not beyond the flow of blood coating Steve’s chest and dripping onto the floor, your shoes stepping into the pool below. It was a miracle he was still alive at all. The serum was the only thing tying him to this Earth.  

You stretched out your hands, hovering over his chest and the agents quickly dispersed. You didn’t dare steal a glance in Bucky’s direction as the glow began to emit under your palms, afraid he might see the goodbye in your eyes or the apology for what he was about to witness. There wasn’t time.  

The pain was sudden. Sharp. Like you’d felt the bullets rip straight through you as if you stood on the battlefield in Steve’s place. You cried out at the impact of it, nearly thrown from your stance as you clutched into Steve’s body.  

Bucky jolted beside you, startled as you cried out again, desperate to choke down the screams before they passed your lips. He stared at you, wide eyed, as you clenched your jaw.  

“Y/n? Are you—”

Another scream tore through you and Bucky visibly flinched. You didn’t have the energy to hide the pain from him, not with three bullets tearing through you. You had to save Steve; put the full force of your power into healing his wounds before they consumed him whole. Damn the consequences. Damn the sacrifice of your gift.  

Your body was always meant to be the host of broken bones and bullet wounds and bruises. Made to be broken and mended. A host to others. A graveyard of injuries that did not belong to you.  

It was what your parents had told you from the time you were a child; that you were a gift to others, that you were a vessel to better the world. But it came at a price; one, it seemed, you’d soon enough pay.  

Your legs began to shake as a wave of darkness cast over your vision, tunneling, consuming the space around you. You could only vaguely make out Bucky’s voice calling your name, his tone laced confusion and concern, but you blocked it out. Daring to look in his direction now would only hinder your resolve and you needed to save Steve’s life.  

Concentrating your power, a scream ripped through your lungs as the glow illuminated the entire room, enough that Bucky was forced to shield his eyes.  

The wounds were taking hold on your body. One at your stomach. Another along your ribs. The third, just above your chest. Exit wounds opening on your back. You could feel the drip of blood as it slid down your skin; thick and unrelenting.  

You were growing light headed as the pain started to dissipate. But the wounds were still fresh on your body, still open and bleeding; the pain shouldn’t have faded so quickly.  

The steady beep of the monitor indicated that Steve was stabilizing, the flesh had nearly closed, and you barely registered Helen’s voice as she rushed into the room, ordering her team to take over.  

“Hey, hey, you did it, sweetheart. You did good,” Bucky exhaled. He had the most beautiful smile on his face; filled with a sense of pride an awe, stunning and handsome beyond belief, even with traces of concern still evident in his eyes.  

But you were stone. A statue. You couldn’t move without fear of collapsing completely.  

“He’s stable now, Y/n,” Bucky eased, trying to pull you gently away from the table. “Come here, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

Bucky hand set against your stomach when you didn’t follow and he froze; the sticky wet residue of fresh blood on his hand. He stared down at his palm in horror as the blood began to seep through your shirt in three distinct spots, all perfectly aligning with the ones on Steve’s chest.  

Bucky darted forward, pushing up your shirt to find the wounds he’d seen healed on his best friend moments ago littered over your stomach. His mouth went dry, throat lined with sandpaper, rocks shoved down into his lungs. His hand trembled as it reached out and touched the bullet wound on your ribs. His breath hitched as he felt the warmth of blood and the tear of flesh in your skin.  

He couldn’t breathe.  

“Is Steve alive?” Your voice was barely a whisper and you wondered if Bucky could even hear you at all. His eyes were glossed over in fresh tears, lips parted in shock as he stared back at you. You could hardly keep your eyes open.

Before he could respond, your legs gave way and you stumbled back out of Bucky’s hold. Your vision was closing in, a dark cloud of black swarming around you as your foot caught on the edge of toppled lab equipment. You were in Bucky’s arms again before you made it to the floor.  

You didn’t hear him screaming for help, didn’t hear the shattering crack in his voice, or the crash of equipment behind you as Simmons raced into the room. You didn’t feel his hands as they desperately pressed onto the open wounds, or the heat of his breath as he begged you to ‘stay with me, sweetheart’. But you felt the warmth of his embrace.

It was comforting as the darkness pulled you under.  

***

A heaviness draped over you. Soothing. Pressing you into the soft cushion below. A repetitive chime rang above; even in tone, consistent. It drew you back from the kind embrace of shadows, calling you toward a flicker of light.  

Pressure squeezed at your hand. Cold and warm at once. Solid and soft.  

You listened for the chime; allowed it to guide you as the rest of your senses awakened.

The chatter of voices in the distant too muffled to distinguish. The distinct smell sterilizing alcohol that burned in your nose. The heat of a thick blanket tucked around your legs. The chill of a breeze streaming from the humming vent above. Scratchy bed sheets and laundry fresh clothes a few sizes too big for your frame.  

You groaned, trying to adjust to the influx of light as you opened your eyes. It was a room you recognized. White. Clean. Far too bright. You’d been within the walls dozens of times before, but never laid upon the bed. It was a strange view.  

Glancing down, you found yourself dressed in a dark grey t-shirt that didn’t belong to you. The logo was faded on the chest but it was still recognizable. Vintage. An eagle at the center of a circle, it’s wings remarkably similar to the symbol of the Howling Commandos. Around the edge: Strategic Scientific Reserve. You’d seen Bucky wear it until the hem frayed. Sure enough, as you reached for the bottom of the shirt, you found the split seams.  

A slight squeeze on your hand again drew your attention to your right. There, you found Bucky hunched over the side of the bed; both hands encasing yours, his forehead rested on the very edge of the mattress.  

A smile tugged at your lips until it started to ache. Unused muscles, must be. You wondered how long you’d been out this time. Must have been longer than a few hours. Bucky’s back would need your attention after the way he’s been sleeping.  

“Bucky,” you tried to call, but found your voice was nothing more than a breath of air. You winced, testing it again. “Bucky?”  

He only hummed in response. The sweet vibrations nestled against your arm. It took him a minute as he lifted his head, stretched out his upper back, matted hair fallen down into his face, before he caught your eye; glancing around the room, checking the door, the heart monitor above, like it had become routine, until he realized you were watching him.  

He froze, eyes wide. “Y/n?”

You nodded sleepily, pushing out a smile. “What’d I miss?”

Bucky didn’t laugh. His hands were still gripped tight to yours, squeezing at them as if he were checking to make sure you were real.  

Your smile began to fall the longer he stared at you. “How long was I out? Is Steve okay?”

Bucky cleared his throat, nodding, though it seemed strained. “Y-yeah, Steve’s fine. Doc said he’d make a full recovery thanks to you.”

“That’s good,” you replied, but Bucky couldn’t so much as force a smile. He couldn’t seem to look at you, his hands playing with the lines in your palms. It was then you started to notice the dark circles under his eyes, the wrinkles in days old clothing, the hallowed look upon his face. Your stomach sank. “How long was I out?”

Bucky’s paused for a moment, his movements stilling as he traced your lifeline. He sighed, resuming again. “Six days.”

“Oh.”

A silence swept over the room. You’d never been under that long before. Frankly, you were a little surprised you woke up at all given the extent of Steve’s injuries. Your fingers dipped under the hem of Bucky’s old t-shirt and grazed over the bullet wound on your ribs, feeling for the raised edges of a fresh scar. It didn’t heal, as you suspected the others hadn’t; laid to rest next to the knife wound from the woman in the alley. Injuries you were never meant to survive.  

“Were you ever going to tell us?”  

You looked up, startled by Bucky’s voice as it wavered. He brushed at his eyes; red and glossy.  

“Were you ever going to tell me?”  

“No,” you admitted and Bucky’s shoulders slumped. He sank back further into his chair and you could read the disappointment on his face. You gritted your teeth, preparing to deliver the same speech you’d been telling yourself for years. “My body could handle it, Buck. It was only a few minutes of pain to trade for weeks or months of your own. It kept you in the field and off the bench. The world needs you guys. It was worth it for me. I could handle it.”

“Until you couldn’t!” Bucky snapped, startling you as he tugged his hand from your grasp and began to pace around the room. His fingers raked into his hair, gripping at unwashed strands. “You almost died, Y/n! You almost died because I fucking begged you to use your powers to save Steve and I—Jesus, Y/n — if I had known what it does to you, I never would have asked you to do that!”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” you replied gently, wanting nothing more than to ease him. Bucky shook his head, unwilling to accept your answer. “Bucky, if you knew that healing a papercut hurt me, you wouldn’t let me do that either.”

He paused; arms folded over his chest though he wouldn’t look at you. “No, I wouldn’t.”

You softened, sitting up in the bed, though a dull pain rushed made it rather difficult, leaving you to clutch at your stomach. It ached as you moved, an unfamiliar feeling, and the tension quickly faded from Bucky’s shoulders when he heard you whine.

You pushed through the pain in your stomach, holding up a hand as Bucky started to step forward to help you. It would fade. It always does. You’d heal and move on, until the next injury came through. It was routine. It was your life.  

So, you told him as much.  

“I’d do it again.”

Bucky frowned. He looked like he wanted to just lay on the bed beside you, curl up against your chest and sleep. He was exhausted. And still—he couldn’t let it go.  

“You almost died—”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

“A sacrifice?” Bucky’s face contorting in horror. “Are you insane? You're not a sacrifice, Y/n!”

You nodded, determined; the words of your parents, the village elders, ringing in your ears. “That what this gift is, Bucky! I can’t actually heal anyone other than myself, but I can transfer the injuries and the pain to my body. That I can heal. It’s what I was born for! It’s my purpose. I was made to be a sacrifice.”

“Not for me!” Bucky held his ground, voice firmer than you’d ever heard it. “Nothing is worth that to me! Do you understand that? I won’t trade your life for anyone’s, not even Steve’s, and I sure as hell don’t care how many bones I break or how bad the nerves in my shoulder misfire. I won’t put that on you again. The team won’t either.”

You clenched your jaw, heart starting race. No one had ever challenged you on this before. No one had ever questioned whether your gift should be used at all. No one ever seemed to care of the effect it had on your body, never thinking to look past the extraordinary abilities to the mutilation under the surface.  

No one until Bucky.  

You curled your hands into the thin sheets at your waist. “Bucky, don’t be ridiculous. I’m saving you all from weeks of unnecessary healing. I can handle the pain. It’s an easy trade for—”

Bucky’s fist met the wall. “You’re worth more than just a vessel for our pain, Y/n!”  

“What the hell is going on in here!?” Helen Cho rushed into the room, eyes darting between Bucky standing by the corner of the room, shaking out his hand, and you as you laid in the bed at the center, the heart monitor above pulsing far too quickly.  

Bucky seemed to notice the frantic beeping of the monitor and the anger quickly drained from his face.  

Helen glared at him as she stepped closer to you, beginning to check your vitals. “You should leave,” she shot over her shoulder. Your stomach twisted to knots as Bucky nodded defeatedly and walked to the door.  

“No, don’t--” you called, voice small, nervous. He paused in the frame, glancing back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Please, Bucky. Stay.”

Helen set a hand on your shoulder as if to ask if you were sure. You nodded.

“You may be able to heal yourself, but you’re still recovering,” Helen advised, tapping on the IV drip. “Take it easy, alright?”

Bucky remained stoic by the door after Helen left. He didn’t say anything for a while, his eyes focused on the tile floors at his feet, waiting until the heart monitor chimed in even, steady counts.  

“Will you sit down? You’re making me nervous,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. It got him to look at you, at least. While he couldn’t muster a smile, it was clear he was drained of the anger that had quickly taken hold of his body; anger that was never once reserved for you, but for the voices in your head that deemed you unworthy of more than a body to be used by others.  

Bucky sank into the chair at your bedside.  

“When’s the last time you slept, Buck?”  

He stayed silent. It was enough of an answer. You didn’t dare ask the last time he left this room, not with the shiny reflection at his roots and the red strained in his eyes. Six days at your bedside, hunched over on a cold, unforgiving chair, clutching your hand. It ached deep into your bones.  

“I mean what I said,” Bucky mumbled, slowly brining himself to meet your eye. He reached out for your hand, letting the comforting chill of solid metal lay below as the warmth of flesh and muscle laid on top. He brought your fingertips to his lips and gently kissed at your knuckles.  

You sighed at the feeling. “Bucky, I...”

“You’re more important to us than your abilities,” he pressed, a sincerity behind his words and laced delicately into sweet shades of blue. “You do a lot of good to keep us safe with the tech you’ve been building and the adjustments to the suits. You’re incredible at what you do, Y/n. Your worth isn’t based on how many injuries you can heal or how much pain you can handle. We care about you. I care about you. Isn't that enough?”

You didn’t know.

You’d never known anyone to prioritize you over your gift. You parents had exploited it from the moment it was discovered your ability; showing you off, treating you as an idol to be worships and adorned. They put their child through broken bones and lacerations and asthma attacks. They sat back and watched as you healed strangers of arthritis and sprained ankles and migraines. Their child cried as they collected their winnings.  

Were you afraid it would happen again? Is that why you kept it from the team? From Bucky? You’d convinced yourself it was noble to silently suffer in their place, but you started to wonder if it amounted to little more than your parent's words whispered into your ear: your ability is a gift to the world, a sacrifice unto yourself.

“Would you ask any of us to suffer in your place?” Bucky questioned, drawing you from the mess inside your head with the gentle vibration in his voice.  

“I just want to help you...” you murmured, tears slipping past your cheeks.  

Bucky reached forward and brushed the tears as they fell, sliding his hand against your cheek and nestling against your hair. You leaned into the touch.

“So, we find a middle ground, okay?” Bucky offered, smiling enough to push into his cheeks, though his eyes were still heavy. “No trivial injuries. No life-threatening injuries. We take the stuff in-between case by case.”  

“Your shoulder,” you added, determined. Buck started to shake his head but you pressed harder. “Five minutes of pain to spare months of yours, Bucky. No lasting damage. Don’t argue with me on this one.”

It brought the smile back to Bucky’s eyes as he eventually nodded. You knew he had no real authority to decide what injuries you could and couldn’t heal, but you’d never had anyone who dared to put you first. You trusted him to do that; you trusted him more than yourself, anyway.

“We decide the rest together,” you told him. “I get the final say but... I need you to tell me if I’m pushing it too much, but I won’t be too cautious, either. No discriminating against Sam.”

“No promises,” Bucky chuckled, playing with the ends of your hair dreamily. “The other stuff I can deal with.”

“Okay,” you exhaled, relief sweeping through your body.  

“Okay.”

“Think I’ll be lucky if anyone on the team even lets me touch them for a few months after this ordeal, though, huh?” You laughed and though it ached in your stomach, it was considerably less than it was moments earlier. You didn’t mind the dull pain. It was familiar, almost a comfort. Steve was alive because of it.  

“Yeah, can’t say anyone was thrilled to find out how your powers actually worked,” Bucky chuckled. “But they’re happy you’re alright. I’m sure Steve will be, too. He was pissed when he woke up and learned what you did.”

You clenched your jaw. “Never good to be on Cap’s bad side...”

“No, it’s not,” Bucky agreed, wide smile pressed to the back of your hand, his lips touching over exposed skin. “He doesn’t like when anyone else pulls a self-sacrificial move. It’s kinda his thing. Diving into the Atlantic and all. We don’t really need two of you running around...”

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, swatting Bucky away. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, the pain in your stomach long forgotten, or maybe it had finally healed. You supposed it didn’t matter.  

They were scars that would never heal. Like the knife wound. Like mesh of hardened tissue around Bucky’s shoulder, stretching out onto his chest and back. Reminders of when you were too both close to the edge, to the brink of darkness. Reasons to push back towards the light.  

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BIG MOOD PATHETIC SCARAMOUCHE IS SO FUNNY HES RLY THE LITTLE MEOW MEOW😭 need him to be absolutely obsessed w me but he’s too embarrassed that he wants to hold my hand so he pretends to hate me and im like “ that’s mice sweetheart what di you want for dinner?” Saw someone make a dc where you ignore him for like 5 days and he’s on his knees begging like “PLEASE LOOK AT ME” like thats so real to me😭😭 bc once you’ve given him affection he’s gunna do everything to keep it within his grasp😔 ALSO HE DEF WOULD TIE YOU UP AND LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN💀 childe and singora are so casual about it😭 when he comes back they talk like you’re not even there “how long have they been here?” “I lost count after the fourth hour” “ they’re still conscious I’m impressed” like he’s such an asshole but he will do the 🥺🥺👉🏼👈🏼”can I have a hug” afterwards💀 love that for him. Keeps him in my pocket like a little purse dog, he’s my guard dog boyfriend bc he will kill first and ask questions later. “ I don’t like how he looked at you” “he’s the waiter” AND YOOOO DONT EVEN LET DOTTORE UGLY ASS COME CLOSE TO YOU ITS OVER FR-don’t like his new design he’s just a creep like I was the “clones” back the short haired funny scientist dude like I like them unhinged in a clown way!! He’s fuckable, the abusive leather daddy dom on the other hand😒 like he’s fun if he has a tired annoyed uncle personally like he lives to bully childe. But just going around threatening scaramouche and collei bc I forgot he did experiments on her too in the manga is musty like that mask is lame!! WHERE IS THE CLOWN KING😡- he would reflexively go for his throat like he opens his mouth and suddenly his throat is slit “ my bad I got anxious” SGDHSHS UNDERSTANDABLE😭😭😭 and the streets is saying he’s gunna have a claymore??? BE SERIOUS HES A SCIENTISTS TWINK WHOS HUNCHED IVER IN A LAB ALL DAY HE CANT CARY THAT SHIT?? Like he only experiments on KIDS bc he could never kidnap a whole adult like imagine he tries to get itto?? HIS ASS WOULD BE DEAD IN 10 SECONDS!! HE CANNOT FIGHT DELUSION OR NOT!! I would beat his ASS like if you don’t get your ass out my face looking like an X-ray 😒 like be bothering all them people bc he wants so ass he weights 70 pounds soaking wet so he needs to borrow childes body weight

no exACTLY. listen, i love mean!scaramouche as much as the next person but if he's not obsessed then i dont want him. pathetic!scaramouche is the best scaramouche

i saw this scaralumi fanart of him drunk at a bar and diluc calls lumine to calm scara down and when she answers hes like 'hey ugly' and she hangs up and he starts crying again and ugh it's too perfect like that artist captured his best side with that simple fanart heheh

HAHAH yeah scaramouche is the worst bc he would do something so mean to you like ignore you while working but the second he finds out youre mad at him he'll be begging for your attention like he didn't just starve you for two days.... hes a great yandere me thinks-

Scaramouche = purse dog is the best comparison ive ever read T T

okay hear me out... i can forgive all the heinous crimes dottore has committed but i draw the line at him being UGLY. Maybe if he were cuter I would also be obsessed w him but he's so..... eh- LOL i like the clones better than him! (rip to the clones :-(() but also.... him being ugly is kinda the appeal? am i right??? i can never make up my mind-

dottore is supposed to have a CLAYMORE?! WHAT THE HLLL,,,im very confused about his leaks bc i heard that the shit company can't let characters be playable if theyre evil and tbh i dont want him to be redeemed bc he literally cant be redeemed and hes fun as a psycho like??? idk idk idk im just focused on sexy yelan in 3.4 she will be mine!

also isn't dottore one of the top three strongest in the fatui??? right i think....? i seriously dont know how but tbh i dont care! i just focus on mr hottie soooooooooooo sexy capitano teehee

[shurisneakers]

harmless (vi)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: BUCKY BARNES IS BACK AND HAS A CONFIRMED PERSONALITY 

also omg everyone who’s been sending me ideas- ur the lomls. 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

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Previous Part || Series Masterlist

Your place or mine? ;)

He stares at the text.

The right answer is mine. See you at the lair.

“Y’all are dating now?” Clint peeks over his shoulder. 

“Fuck no,” Bucky says indignantly. “God forbid.”

“Okay, man,” he retracts, giving Bucky space to turn around and face him. “What do you want to call your mini dates then?”

“Missions,” Bucky corrects him.

“No one wants to go on a mission. You volunteered to go back there.” 

“It’s for the good of the tristate area.” 

“I bet.” The snort he lets out contradicts his words. “Whole world is depending on you, Barnes. Go save them from the treachery of your crush.”

“Enemy.”

“Girlfriend.”

“Mortal nemesis.” Bucky narrows his eyes at him. “Go further, I dare you.”

“What are you gonna do? Choke me? Punch me with your metal arm?” Clint cranes his neck. “Bring it, big boy. I’m not scared of some kinky shit.”

He hates living here. 

The door is left open for him. 

This time, even though the lair is still illuminated by the green light out in the front, there’s a minor change. Sunlight streams in through a skylight in the roof. 

There’s a ladder there, leaning against the rim. It gives him an entrance to the roof, which, judging by the lack of any other presence in the lab, is where he’s supposed to go.

As he gets closer he notices there’s a note on one of the rungs.

‘Evil’ with an arrow pointing upwards.

He rolls his eyes, discarding it on the floor before swiftly scaling the steps.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes,” he hears your voice call out even before his head pops up above the surface. “We’ve been expecting you.” 

He pauses, looking around. “Who’s with you?”

Because other than the gigantic machine pointed up towards the sky, there’s only you with a visor and sunglasses. The  best way he can describe its design was that it was shaped like a pine cone, had a large antenna pointed towards the sky, two handlebars near its base to manoeuvre it with a large button in between them. 

“Just imagine I have my henchmen with me,” you urge. “I’m on a budget, man, I can’t afford them yet. Maybe when my cloning machine finally works-”

He doesn’t answer.

“It’s a James Bond reference,” you add when he doesn’t show any signs of answering. 

“Haven’t watched it yet.” Bucky shrugs. “We’re doing Star Trek right now.”

“You’re done with Star Wars?” you, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Nice. You’d find the spy shit ridiculous anyway, it’s way below your level.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He makes a mental note to add the Bond movies to the list. 

“Speaking of stars,” you begin, gesturing to the machine. “I’m going to harness the power of the sun.”

“For what?” He doesn’t bother asking how, he already knows you’ve figured out something. 

“There’s a science exhibition and my team’s stupid solar car experiment isn’t working and I need it for them to win.” 

“So build a better one.” 

“No, ours is the best and if Jeff and his stupid baking soda volcano beat us then we’re going to have a murder on our hands.”

“Your hands,” he emphasises. He has nothing to do with this.

“I said what I said, boy.” You glare at him. “This is our problem now.”

“How much power are you taking?” If it’s insignificant enough, it wouldn’t matter much. He thinks. 

“The whole thing.”

He laughs. He stops when you don’t.

“You’re taking all the energy of the sun to power your shitty science model.”

“Your face is a shitty science model,” you mimic him in a higher pitched voice. “I will do anything to win.”

He wonders which grade kid you stole that insult from was in. There’s no way they were anything older than 13. He could use it on Steve, maybe.

“Everyone on Earth will die.” He feels the need to remind you, even though there was no way it was actually going to take place. Eat shit, Clint. This superseded the tristate area.

“Not for eight minutes.” You look at your watch. “And, if Jeff dies then I win by default.”

“You’ll die too,” he points out. 

“I’ll die a winner.” You nod seriously as if that makes it better. 

He’s not that worried. Experience tells him that you’re not a mass murderer willingly. 

“You’ll die an idiot.” 

“Only if you don’t stop me.” Your lips curve into a smile. “And how will you when I do this?”

You yank the machine to point towards him and slam the button. His hand reflectively pulls in front of him to defend himself. Something hits him with enough force to send him skidding backwards slightly. 

He removes his hand carefully from in front of him, looking at you. 

Something feels off.

“You just-”

The knives strapped to his thighs suddenly feel heavier.

“Took your powers?” you finish his thought. “Yeah.”

He feels his body tip towards his left. He’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the arm. Had it been this heavy all this while? 

“You’ve barely changed,” you noted, “You’re just regular Bucky but like, 20% less beef.”

After all, he was a boxer when he was a teen. One of the best men the Howling Commandos had even before the serum.

His shoulder feels heavier though. And somehow he thinks he’s sensing things a little less. He can’t really hear the faint buzzing of the generator downstairs anymore.

“Yep, that’s real muscle.” He turns when you poke at his shoulder. He doesn’t know when you got there. “You’re like a modern day Schwarzenegger. Grade A beefcake.”

He can’t see the construction site near the horizon as clearly as he used to. 

Something about this situation makes him feel like he’s going to have a midlife crisis, even though he’s overshot the age by a huge number. No one has a midlife crisis at 106. 

“Now that we’ve established that this works,” you say, back near the machine again. When did you walk there? “Let’s show this bitch that I’m the brightest star allowed in this solar system.” 

He shakes his head to jolt himself awake, shoves aside his mental dysfunction and breaks out into a sprint when you pull the device down to aim it at the sky. 

He latches onto the side, using his left hand to pull himself up, straddling the machine.

“Excuse me,” you exclaim like it’s a minor inconvenience and he feels the machine sway wildly under him. “You’re weighing it down, get off my inator.”  

You’re shooting recklessly, trying to shake him off. It’s not dissimilar to the mechanical bull Natasha made him ride during a mission down south so she could win money off placing bets on him. They had lobster that night.

He reaches down to its side, hoping to feel maybe a panel he can rip off. He finds nothing.  

He hopes none of the rays are actually hitting anything. It’s a little harder to stay on than he’d imagined it would be, and he thinks that maybe this wasn’t the best plan. 

He changes his mind in a split second, swinging himself over so that he can climb the underside of the machine like a monkey bar. He feels like a fucking insect. How was Peter not mortally embarrassed? 

He factors in the fact that his hands are getting clammier and his grip is slipping faster than usual. Also, he can taste his lunch at the back of his throat.

“Motherfucker,” Bucky curses when his hand slips, leaving him to hold on only by his metal arm. 

“You okay?” you call out, not giving him a second to recover unless he really needed it.

He lets out a grunt, swinging his arm up and catching hold of the antenna, yanking it down and towards the machine itself. He pulls himself up so that he’s straddling the machine again. 

One more shot and-

“Very smart, Barnes,” you say dryly, letting go of the handles. 

He sends you a sly grin before sliding down the barrel, kicking the large button with his heel right before he jumps off. 

The beam shoots out, instantly meeting with metal. The device automatically gives a mechanical groan before powering down, turning off altogether. 

“I hate you,” you huff, before noting his paleness. “D’you want some water? An IV maybe?”

He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, inhaling heavily to catch his breath.

He’s tired, more so than he would have been under any normal circumstance. He feels a little dizzy, a little disoriented. 

“Don’t worry, your magic powers will be back in a few minutes or so.” You examine the bent antenna, pressing the button and sighing when it stands there lifelessly. “Once Jeff wins, I’ll send the dry cleaning receipt to you. You can pay to get the tear stains out of the kids’ outfits.”

“Your tears or theirs?” He’s relieved about the powers returning, he thinks.

“Both, bitch.” Your eyebrow quirks at his retort. Clearly, he had more energy in him than people realised; his brain seemed to be working fine. He was stronger than you thought. Good for him. 

“You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” He lets out a final exhale before standing up a little straighter. 

“Thanks. It’d be better if you asked your billionaire tech genius to send us something, but okay.”

“It’s a middle school science exhibition. Make a potato battery or something.”

You tsk-tsk. “No points for creativity, Mr. Barnes.”

It creeps into his mind without warning. He wonders if he actually wanted the powers back. Wonders what his life could be if he maybe retired, settled down. For the brief time he feels like his pre-war self, he starts to think like his pre-war self.

“I’m not the one who’s about to lose to a baking soda volcano,” he finds time to respond, however. 

“Your face is a baking soda volcano.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I will not lose.”

“You’re running out of time. Chop chop.”

But the thought hits him. Who is Bucky without his super soldier serum? If he doesn’t have his powers then he can’t think of what use he is to the Avengers.

Who the hell is Bucky if he can’t provide a service to others? How else does he make up for being himself?

His, what he’s now deemed, afterlife crisis is starting to look more apparent.

He compartmentalises and stores it away in a box. He’ll bring it up with his therapist later. 

“I’m going to win and then you’ll be sorry you weren’t a part of it because you didn’t let me steal the sun.” 

“If you win, I’ll still be glad I didn’t let you.” He climbs back down the ladder, feeling the ache in his muscles reduce with every passing minute. 

True to your word, his powers do return a while later. 

And while he’s watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with Peter in the living room two days later, his phone beeps with a text. 

It’s a picture of a blue first place ribbon next to a toy car that looks like it’s powered by a potato battery. Beside it is an out of focus middle finger that is aimed at him. 

Congratulations, he texts back. Told you potato batteries always win.

Your face always wins, he receives in return. He can’t tell if you’re insulting or flirting with him. 

He just shuts his phone off and goes back to watching the show. 

Next part

[qqueenofhades]

Keeping my fingers crossed for that Black Widow meta

Aha, okay. As usual, I am ludicrously easy to enable, so let's take a crack at this. The ask obviously contains SPOILERS for the Black Widow film (and is also tagged "black widow spoilers" if you're planning to filter), and discussion/reference to other films/properties in the MCU, though I don't feel like any of those are still a secret.

Anyway, as I said in my earlier post, I can't believe I am actually still trying to critically analyse a Marvel production in the year of our Lord 2021, but then, I feel like we all have a complicated relationship with it. Likewise, the feeling of "oh wow NOW you're giving Natasha a solo movie after you killed her off in a cheap and fairly sexist way in Endgame?" If this film had come out ten or even five years ago, it would have been major, but holding it off until now seems to have left most of us justifiably unimpressed. Plus, as I am absolutely not the first person to point out, it renders Natasha's sacrifice in Endgame "because I don't have a family" even more narratively incoherent. I realize that this film was written after that one by totally different people, there's no point in expecting the MCU to make consistent canonical sense throughout its eighty billion different films/series, we were all stuck with a mess after the Whedonified Age of Ultron Nat, and so forth, but still. Natasha explicitly SAYS that she has two families (her wacky Russian found family of spies and the Avengers) and her decision to leap off the cliff in Endgame to save Clint and his retconned perfect white heterosexual nuclear family.... Hmmmm. To which I say to you, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I do bite my thumb at Male Writers, sir.

Likewise, while I am wildly attracted to Florence Pugh as Yelena and deeply desire to be wrapped between her thighs, the movie felt more like her story than Nat's. Yelena drove most of the plot and the action, while Nat was just kind of along for the ride. As a solo piece, we really didn't learn that much about Natasha aside from the opening scene (which felt like it was straight out of The Americans and probably worked the best of the whole film for the reason) with her childhood in America. But even the infamous "what happened in Budapest" backstory with her and Clint was quickly info-dumped rather than shown, and they could have taken more narrative risks or included more flashbacks or otherwise given us more NATASHA, y'know??? Instead of cramming the film into the small space between Civil War and Infinity War and making it even weirder that Nat seemingly has no memory or reference to these events when she returns to the team at that time. Why not show her looking for Yelena or her actual defection to the Avengers or anything else we might want from a film that purportedly exists entirely to provide backstory for a now-dead character? It felt like even in the film universe, the main quest was being repeated -- she tried to kill Baddie McSoviet once before and it didn't work out, so she has to do it again, something something. Okay.

As for that, good ol' Marvel and its American Superiority TM. The only actual Eastern European actress in this film about Eastern Europeans was Antonia/Taskmaster, played by the Ukrainian Olga Kurylenko (and I was very interested in her?? If she's supposed to be a narrative foil and a ghost of Nat's past and mark of her former sins, etc., why not develop her as an actual character?) Everyone else were Brits and Americans hamming it up with even more chew-the-scenery fake Russian accents than Elizabeth Olsen's "Sokovian" accent as Scarlet Witch. If it's established that they all have perfect American accents at the start of the movie, why is Nat the only American-accented character in the modern day if she had presumably the exact same childhood as Yelena? I know it's another way to set her apart, but that and Baddie McSoviet (the Russians are finding a way to steal free will from people's brains! Zomgz!!! Is this 2021 or 1981?) were straight out of the Cold War in terms of its not-so-veiled American Supremacy Message. Likewise, making modern!Natasha a former KGB agent never really made sense, since she says in Winter Soldier that she was born in 1984, and we see her in this film as an 11-year-old in 1995. But the USSR collapsed in 1991, when she was seven, and the Red Room appears to be an entirely unrelated flying....lab....thingy run by a generic evil Russian (Ray Winstone, likewise Hamming Up Accent). So like. What is she, guys?? Make up your minds!!!

Likewise, Baddie McSoviet/Dreykov as a villain obviously plays into the hoary old Hollywood "All Bad People Are Recognizable As Being Terrible Sexists and Also Probably Russians" trope, but aside from that, he doesn't make sense. He has this entire army of basically unstoppable Widows and he has just been.... waiting around and causing random explosions? Or was just waiting for Nat and company to return so he could Put His Evil Plan Into Motion? Are we really supposed to believe that this guy has just been sitting up in his flying saucer and essentially never doing anything this whole time? He had about a million chances to launch this take-over-the-world plan long before Natasha ever got there. Plus, I.... am.... not sure what to think (aside from /deep sigh/ MARVEL) about the fact that all the Widows we see dying/getting killed on screen are women of color. (Then the Black surgeon who was about to remove Yelena's brain in the Red Room and the only other Black guy being Natasha's errand boy, which just... in context... YIKES.) I think the fact that there are random Black background Widows are supposed to mean that they're inclusive and badass or something? Scarlett Johansson also has her own issues with White Feminism and all the other things we've critiqued her for before, so after TFATWS and the Flag Smashers, Marvel clearly has found its subtly racist sweet spot. As usual?

The end of the film also just basically turns into the standard Marvel empty-spectacle/cool-looking fights/people flying through the air thing, and I wanted a lot more focus on the wacky found-family Russian-spy hijinks (I did love them, for reasons) and character dynamics, rather than all of them separately fighting baddies in different places. I did obviously have feelings about Natasha putting the parachute on Yelena to save her life. But why were we then denied Nat/Gamora parallels/relationships/any character development or interaction at all in Infinity War/Endgame? Both of them are trained assassins adopted into a non-biological family that they have a complicated relationship with, but end up forging a strong bond with their sister (Yelena/Nebula) nonetheless. Of course, that would have required Endgame to put more effort into its female characters than what it did, which was one (1) Epic CGI Charge Scene at the very end, and literally nothing else. Not that I am still salty about this or anything.

Anyway. The movie was genuinely fun in places. The wacky Russian found family of spies was definitely the best part, even if it made Endgame even more nonsensical as a result. But I wanted this movie to be a lot better than it was overall, though I probably would have liked it more if it had actually come out in a timely fashion and wasn't only released after they killed her off. It just feels like there were so many possible threads of potential that could have been done with Natasha if they were actually interested in experimenting and exploring the character and not just coming up with new baddies and ways to go boom, and it unfortunately missed the mark with that.

[janegon-forever]

Sweet Coffee (2nd Edition)

Summary:

A one-shot. Set right after the events of IDW Ghostbusters Comics Vol. 2 Issue 6.

After feeling such a rollercoaster of emotions, Egon figured he definitely needs to get himself tested.

Note:

Have you ever wrote and posted a fanfiction that you wished you've done differently? Well, this is one of them.

I've posted the first edition of this fanfiction in my AO3 account. After two years since I posted it, I read it again and thought of adding and changing some details. But I realized I've done a ton of re-writing on it. I thought of doing a new post of this re-written fic, but I'm not quite sure if it will be proper to do so.

So I decided to post it here instead. Please let me know what you think.

Egon just finished checking the Containment Unit. And as expected, the voice-activated trap Ray installed in the lab worked like a charm. All of the Viking ghosts that tormented Janine were all caught and contained. Egon made a mental note to thank Ray for that.

Satisfied with the Containment Unit’s performance, Egon slowly climbed up the stairs from the basement to his lab. As he did so, he contemplated getting himself tested to see if he received any adverse effects from his travel through Janine's mental plane. Egon never experienced being inside a human mind through astral projection before, and it could happen again. So gathering more data could prove beneficial for future reference.

He was thinking of getting Janine tested as well to see if their intrusion into her mind caused any alterations to her psyche. Having two human consciousnesses and a handful of vengeful ghosts inside her head could be very overwhelming. But it is possible for more than one spiritual being to infest a body. Throughout history, instances of spiritual infestation, be it pure or malevolent spirits, were recorded. There was an instance recorded in the Bible where a man suffered infestation by a legion of demons. Fortunately, Jesus Christ exorcised the man, and his normal mental state returned. But not all of the exorcised people had mentally recovered. They either become stark raving mad or worse, the evil qualities of the spirits would impart on the host. And the thought troubled Egon. He suddenly felt the need to get Janine examined as soon as possible. He sprinted up the stairs to get to his lab immediately.

However, his excitement was cut short and stopped on the first floor when he realized that Janine and that incompetent Professor Roger Baugh had already left the Firehouse. With a sigh, Egon resumed claiming up the stairs slowly to the third floor. He’ll just have to ask Janine when she comes back to work.

Egon got to his lab. He was about to conduct some tests on himself, but he decided to take a break first. He opened a drawer from his desk and took out a packet of Twinkies. He tore it open and started munching on the cream-filled cake. He wanted a change of scenery, so he sauntered towards one of the windows that faced the morning sun. He watched the golden orb rise from behind the New York skyline, changing the color of the seemingly cloudless sky from orange to blue.

Egon sighed again. It was the second time he did that today, he noticed. He felt a bit exhausted and, perhaps, melancholic, and he wasn’t sure why. He thought their experience the night before took a toll on him. Maybe he should get some sleep first before beginning the test.

“Would you like some coffee, Egon?”

Egon jumped a bit, almost choked on the twinkie he was eating, and spun around. To his surprise, right in front of him was Janine, clad in his blue lab coat, and holding two mugs of coffee in each hand. Due to her small frame, the fringes of the coat almost touched the floor. The sleeves were too long for her short arms so she had to fold them up to her elbows so she can use her hands. She also wore a utility belt wrapped around her waist to close the front of the coat like a rob. And finally, she wore Ray's bunny slippers which she found under his work desk in the lab.

“I, ah, had to wear your lab coat. It’s getting a bit chilly here. I hope you don't mind.”, Janine explained.

Egon remembered she was only wearing her nighties when he and Roger brought her to the Firehouse.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “It's alright, you may use it.” Egon noticed something else and quickly looked around, “Where is the professor?"

Janine sighed as she gave the other mug to Egon, “He needed to leave. He's very freaked out with what just happened.”

Egon’s eyebrows shot up and gave Janine a puzzled look, “He - he just left you here? He didn't even think of taking you back to your apartment?”

"Well, as I said, Roger got really freaked out." Janine said sadly, "And unlike us, he's not used to dealing with this sort of weirdness. He needs some time to process things.”

Egon took a sip of coffee Janine made for him. Black with three sugars and a dash of milk, just the way he liked it. While sipping his coffee and realizing what Roger did, a hint of anger brewed inside him. He couldn't believe that coward left Janine by herself, in her nighties, after all that just happened to her. Egon agreed the experience was a lot to take in for a normal individual, but at least Roger could have pulled himself together and get Janine home or even called her a cab. Egon knew Janine was a strong-willed and independent woman, but still, his chivalry dictated that the Professor disregarded her wellbeing. Which infuriated Egon as he started clenching his jaw. If he ever sees Roger again . . .

Janine seemed to notice his reaction, “Egon, are you okay?”, her concerned voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Egon looked at Janine with stony eyes, “Hmm? Ah yes, I'm perfectly fine.”

Janine gave him a slight side glance. In her observation, Egon seemed angry at Roger for leaving her. She felt flattered to know that Egon was genuinely concerned for her. However, she didn't want to keep her heart hoping for it. Knowing Egon, this could be just another fleeting moment of emotion for him, and he’ll be back to his old stoic self.

“It’s okay, Egon. I can take care of myself.” she assured him, “I’ve already called a cab to pick me up any time now.”

Egon just nodded, still internally fuming.

“And besides,” Janine continued, “Sulking about it won’t do me any good. I really should be getting home before the guys come in for work. They might, you know, get the wrong idea about my wardrobe," she said while pointing at the lab coat wrapped around her almost naked form.

Egon blushed and cleared his throat, “Oh. Ah . . . yes, of course! We definitely shouldn’t give them the wrong impression.” He said, awkwardly looking away while sipping his coffee. He was sure Peter's going to have a field day teasing him if Peter saw Janine in her current state.

Before the awkwardness gets too much, Egon spoke, “And Janine, when you come back, I would like to give you an examination to make sure the infestation didn't have any adverse effects on you. If that’s alright.”

Janine smiled, “Sure Egon. Let's do that when I get back. Oh, and by the way, before I forget,” she reached inside the pocket of the lab coat and took out a small red pouch with a heart-shaped charm. “I don't know what it is. I just found this on the floor and picked it up.”

"Ah yes, a voodoo charm. An old voodoo priestess gave it to me in New Orleans during our trips across the US years ago. I used it to see if it would get a reaction to whatever was taking hold of you." Egon wasn't sure why he was telling Janine about the gris-gris since he kept it a secret from the other guys.

"So did it work?", she asked.

His face winced while remembering how the big Viking ghost manhandled him, "One of the ghosts did react to it, yes."

"Well, I think you better keep it in case something like this ever happens again," Janine said as she was handing the gris-gris to Egon.

As Egon reached out to take the gris-gris from Janine, their hands touched. And Egon felt a jolt, like being stunned by a proton stream. Egon dumbfoundedly looked at Janine, and her eyes met his. Somehow, Egon felt an urge to act, but he was rooted in place. Eventually, Janine moved first. While their hands were still touching and enveloping the gris-gris in between their palms, Janine slowly came closer to him and tiptoed herself up to his face. He didn't know why he automatically reacted, but Egon slowly was leaning down so his face would reach hers.

As this was happening, there was a moment when their hands disconnected. Egon and Janine stopped edging closer, their faces inches away from each other. They looked at each other with wide eyes, realizing what was happening. But then, Janine smiled sweetly, sweet as the coffee she made for him. She drew herself closer and kissed Egon on his cheek.

“Thanks for saving me, Egon.”, She whispered in his ear.

As she pulled back, Egon straightened up, and their hands disconnected. The gris-gris resting on his palm. His eyes were still on her face as if he was in a trance and anticipating something more. But he quickly shook himself and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He instead gave Janine a slight smile, “You're welcome.”

The sudden sound of a taxi's horn caught their attention.

“That must be my cab, I gotta go. I'll be seeing you later, Dr. Spengler.”

Egon nodded, “See you later, Ms. Melnitz.”

Janine rushed down the stairs leaving Egon holding the gris-gris. He turned the poach in his hand until the heart-shaped charm is in view. Looking at it for a moment, he wondered if this little thing had influenced their behavior. But it could be anything else. Sighing, he tucked the gris-gris inside his trouser pocket. He once again faced the window to admire the sunrise while munching the rest of his twinkie and sipping the sweet coffee Janine made for him.

After feeling such a rollercoaster of emotions, Egon figured he definitely needs to get himself tested.

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I Know You - The Devil’s Daughter Chapter Six (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader)

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Summary: You did not expect this person to be the one to interrogate you. A decision had to be made & you were happy that you could drop this topic for the time being. Running from your past worked for a while but one day, sooner or later, you had to deal with it. Just not yet.

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Warnings: language, Dan being awesome (yes, he is still my favorite), even worse cliffhanger than Chapter 5 *evil laughter*, a lot of dialogue in this one, also the reason why it’s a little shorter (I need to keep you interested after all), (Y/A) = your age

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“Chloe?” your eyes grew wider. Whoever you expected, she was not it. Apparently she was a cop, too? Why did Dan not mention this? On the other hand, it was none of your business.

“Seems like you already know me.” her smile was inviting & you could feel yourself relaxing a bit more. If she was the one asking the questions, you thought you would be fine. Walking over to the table, she propped her arms onto it. Dan was following closely behind & by the way his body language gave him away, you assumed he was here to silently observe the two of you.

“Dan told me about you.” you admitted. Thinking it would be fine since he did say that they were still friendly with one another. Chloe nodded at you. She sat down at the edge of the table, Dan kept himself in the background. Your heart was still racing but you knew you did not have to worry about anything. Not when Dan was here & Chloe was interrogating you.

“I believe you know why you’re here?” nodding for her to continue. “Good. Look…We wanna help you but we can only do that if you help us understand first. So I’m asking you to tell me…us, more about yourself. Do you think you can do that?” her voice was soothing & you were thankful for how she acted in this situation. Sighing loudly, you started.

“I already told Dan yesterday.” you argued.

“I know but I’d like to hear it from you.” again, her smile was encouraging, so you braced yourself to retell your little story.

“My name’s (Y/N) & as far as I know I don’t have a last name?” looking up to wait for her reaction, you were glad when she simply signaled you to carry on. “Right…I’ve never met my mom & my father abandoned me shortly after I was born. My grandfather & uncles took care of me, even though I’d like to think that there would have been better ways to handle that.” a chuckle escaped you. “I decided to leave. That’s it.” finishing your story, you leaned back in your chair. There was a moment of silence before Dan’s footsteps could be heard as he was walking closer to you.

“Right, you said that but a bit more background information could be convenient.” Dan reasoned.

“For example your uncles’ names or the name of your grandfather. Where you came from & so on.” Chloe finished. Gulping, you were at a loss for words. What could you possibly tell them?

“My grandfather…well, he liked to call himself the Big Guy. You know, his ego was out of this world, quite literally.” awesome, because sarcasm always worked. “Mike & Gabe, they were my favorites. But please don’t ask for last names...” mumbling quietly, more to yourself. “Most people would call where I come from paradise. It’s far away from here.” not knowing what else to say, you kept your mouth shut. Chloe & Dan left you alone briefly & you considered getting up & walking out. What good would it do, though?

“I don’t wanna go back there.” as soon as the door opened, your desperate voice could be heard through the room. Both exchanged a look with each other, one you could not quite pinpoint.

“I can go find a job, make money & rent an apartment. It can’t be that hard.”

“We checked everything. As far as we know you’re not even a registered citizen.” Chloe completely ignored what you said & cut straight to the chase. Keeping quiet, because you did not know how to answer, your eyes shot down to your lap, slightly embarrassed. Of course you were not registered. Last time you checked, you were a registered citizen in heaven.

“Do you have a place to stay?” your eyes met hers for a second before looking back down again. A slight shake of your head was enough of an answer.

“You can stay with me for the time being.” Dan sent you a smile but when you did not reply right away, he added. “Of course, only if you want to.” he scratched the back of his neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all. Trix can stay with Chloe so you can have her bedroom.”

“Thank you.” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Alright, I let you two to it for now. Sort things out & all.” to which Chloe turned around & left Dan & you alone in the room.

“I think there’s more than what you’re telling us.” Dan stated. Raising your eyebrows, you turned to him.

“And what makes you think that?” questioning him with a slight sarcastic undertone.

“Don’t know. Your past sounds sketchy.”

“Does it now?” you laughed, trying to cover up how uncomfortable you were whenever you had to talk about it.

“You can’t tell me you left your old life behind, at just (Y/A) years, & act as if you don’t give a shit.”

“My past has nothing to do with any of this, Dan. I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“I don’t expect you to open up to me immediately. I’m still a stranger, sorta…But it looks like we’ll be spending more time with each other.”

“So?”

“Just saying. Let’s just say…I’ll give you some time & we’ll talk about this again, in a few weeks from now.”

“And why do you think our conversation would be different then?”

“Something tells me you might be.”

For the rest of the day, you followed Dan around the precinct. He told you to stick around until the end of his shift. Not one to argue with him, you agreed. The people who worked at the LAPD were super nice. Especially Ella was a ray of sunshine. When Dan introduced you to her, she immediately dragged you into her lab & showed you around. Her energy was nice to experience. Chloe, you could tell, took this job a bit more seriously. Not in a bad way, though. Her focus was completely on her work & you admired her for it. Yes, you could get used to this. Not that you were planning on staying here. After all, you could not interfere Dan’s life more than you already had. Tomorrow, you would start looking for jobs to get things going. Maybe some of the people here would even help you.

Dan informed you that his shift would be over in ten minutes & suggested you to go ahead & walk out to his car already. He would follow you in a bit. Recalling where the entrance was, you walked through the precinct. You did not even reach the front door when a figure made you stop abruptly. Were you hallucinating? Or was it really him? Shit, did you do anything wrong? He was not even facing you but by the way he carried his body, by the way he stood, you were certain that it was him. Was he looking for you? Or was it just a coincidence? You hoped for the latter. Not, that you were not excited to see him but if he had been looking for you, then it could not have been a good sign. Besides, he would let you know if he came by, that was just who he was. So why the hell was he here? After all, he had never left before. Or so you thought.

“Mike?”

~to be continued~

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Published (03/22/2021) by Cathy

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