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Michelle blinks, and the doctor comes into focus. Sitting up in her chair, she takes in the words like the shore takes in the waves, slipping in and out, focusing on fine and head trauma and awake and recovery.
Bookmarked by RealClever
09 Aug 2020
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Her shoulders are tense, and she tries to keep her steps even and her breathing normal as she climbs up the last flight of stairs. It’s a lot of stairs.
Peter looms behind her, silent. She can’t even hear his footsteps.
Michelle stops in front of their apartment, fiddling with her key. “It gets stuck,” she says, glancing at him, leaning her weight into the door as she pulls up. “You just gotta…” She wiggles the key and hears the door click, stumbling as it jerks open.
Peter shoots her a smile, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Should I fix that?”
“No.”
“Sorry.”
“The landlord knows. It’s fine. I like it. Makes it harder for someone to break in.”
He frowns, eyebrows scrunched together. “Oh. Cool.”
Michelle’s not sure that’s true, the breaking in thing, but she and Peter are still in trouble for the water damage they caused while attempting to fix the bathroom leak they only made worse. He thought it was funny at first, and then it was frustrating, and they went to sleep with stress stuck between their eyebrows.
In retrospect, the experience had been weirdly nice.
She clears her throat, closing the door behind her and flipping the lock. “It’s pretty small. Um, the kitchen’s over there.” MJ waves toward it. “The toaster is in the cabinet above the microwave. We can’t run the microwave and coffeemaker at the same time or else it blows a fuse.
“That’s the living room. Area. Whatever.” She moves in front of Peter to lean her hip against the side of the sofa, nodding toward the small television. “We piggyback off our upstairs neighbors’ satellite.”
Peter and Ned spent an afternoon figuring out a way to steal it so they could watch some nerdy video game tournament. Michelle likes it because they get the movie channels that show the pretentious stuff on Saturday nights when Peter’s patrolling and she can’t sleep.
“Okay,” Peter says, forehead wrinkling like he feels kind of guilty.
The Robinsons are a mean, old couple, and Michelle thinks someone stealing their television signal is the bare minimum they deserve for all the inane, annoying complaints they’ve filed with the landlord. Peter had agreed. At the time. When he knew.
Kicking gently at the coffee table, MJ warns, “It wobbles. When we’re really worried about it, we shove that copy of Romeo and Juliet underneath the front left leg.”
“You like Romeo and Juliet?” Peter asks.
“It’s my second favorite Shakespeare,” she says.
His mouth curves up in a pleased, excited smile. “It’s my favorite.”
“I know,” Michelle says.
The smile disappears from Peter’s face, quick as the flip of a light switch. “Right. Sorry.”
“You’ve only read three,” she tries, softer. Michelle wants to ask him to stop apologizing. It’s making it worse. Her chest tightening with each regretful two syllable sentence out of his mouth.
————-“The top two drawers are yours, and the middle one on the left,” MJ says, regarding the dresser. “I’m going to go and study, but um, you can get settled in.”
“Sustainable development?”
If MJ thought her heart was being dramatic before, it’s nothing compared to how her entire body freezes despite every molecule inside her vibrating with hope. “You remember?”
Peter glances down. “May told me.”
Michelle shatters.
She was being silly. She knows that. Peter isn’t going to remember her today. He probably won’t remember her tomorrow, either.
But the doctors assured her that he will remember. Maybe not all at once, puzzle pieces slowly slotting back into place. Maybe not in order, half of the border and then a random shape in the middle. There’s no guarantee he’ll remember the argument they had about his lack of honesty about Spider-Man before he remembers their apartment hunt. He might remember the time she was kidnapped before he remembers meeting her family. But he’ll remember eventually. They say he’ll remember all of it, maybe even some stuff he’d forgotten naturally.
“I’m sorry,” Peter says, a record stuck on a scratch, voice high. “It’s really cool that you’re getting a PhD. You’ve always been the smartest, most driven person.”
Michelle nods. “Thanks.”
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Long Exposure by sasspan for BatchSan
Fandoms: Pocket Monsters: HeartGold & SoulSilver | Pokemon HeartGold & SoulSilver Versions, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types
28 Jan 2018
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At the end of Victory Road, when Typhlosion had hit the ground, Silver had known what strength was.
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15 Feb 2022
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One of the few well written Gold/Silver fics on Ao3.
The story's strength lies on communicating Silver's character development and longing through subtle hints. An example of this is:
Months ago, or even weeks ago, his pokémon fearing him would have been a victory in itself. Fear was respect, and respect was power; what other way could there have been?Now he was not so sure.
“Hey,” he said, a little muffled by his shirt collar. Sneasel’s ear twitched, and it darted him another glance. Silver cleared his throat, pulling down the collar. “Hey. Do you… do you like this? Being out of your pokéball?”
This scene shows a major turning point for Silver-- he begins to value forming bonds with his Pokemon instead of viewing them as mere tools. What's also brilliant is how later in the story, his actions pay dividends. Magneton comforts him during a moment of heartbreak, an example to how Silver's Pokemon are reciprocating to their newfound warmth.
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the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons for SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
10 May 2023
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Bruce grunts, standing up. “Jenkins said the same. What about what you weren’t told?”
And without dissembling, Jason says, “I think they fucked that kid up, B.”
[Jack and Janet die. As things get weirder and weirder, it feels like Tim might be at the center of the unfolding conspiracy.]
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22 Apr 2024
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the way you write so succinctly in least words possible yet so rife with information and emotions makes the readers write the story themselves.
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once more, rewritten and to the side by cherry_umbra
Fandoms: Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types
24 Nov 2022
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A rewrite of "once more, a bit to the left"
Dawn fails in the final fight against Volo, and is sent back to fix it... again (thanks, Arceus).
This is how she deals with it all, and accidentally (read: purposefully) terrifies everyone in the process.
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- Part 2 of what's one more time loop?