taemin: ah especially hyunjinnie, stray kids hyunjin... hyunjinnie! i felt a lot of support from him and im really thankful. we’ve become really close friends … hyunjinnie… we are becoming even closer. + bonus
Yesterday I restarted my 01 watch and I just cooed at this scene so much. A little exchange with Sora noticing Taichi has come back amd Taichi smiling at her, as if he’s saying “Tadaimaaaa~”
Prem's strategy to get Ten's stepmom out of the kitchen and to leave them alone being to just be SO GAY in front of her that she realizes they want alone time is pure gold, i love him so much
Margaret being unsure and nervous about performing surgery and Hawkeye gently reassuring her that its perfect and getting her in on the jokes. the affection is RIGHT THERE from early on
Truedemon and “you’re the criminal mastermind here, not me.” ?
Thank you!!! You know I loved this prompt. :D
"You're the criminal mastermind here, not me."
Scott jerks his head up, distracted from trying to break the chains binding his wrists behind his back. "What?"
"I'm simply saying," Deucalion answers, all smug and primness, despite *also being chained to the wall*, "between the two of us, you have executed more... escapes, necessary due to criminal activity."
Scott scoffs. "Are you admitting I'm smarter than you?"
"Perhaps in some areas, you posess more expertise than I."
Scott yanks at the chains again, the wolfsbane coating making it harder, causing more pain as his wrists rub against the powder. It burns, but it's better than listening to Deucalion.
"Between the two of us," Scott gasps, jerking again, "I'm not the one with a trail of bodies two miles long."
"You're younger. Give it time."
"Oh my god," Scott says, jerking one more time at the chains and letting out a breath of relief as they break and clatter to the ground. "Shut. UP."
Scott takes a minute to catch his breath, a minute during which Deucalion is quiet, staring at him like he's a prize, like something he can and desperately wants to possess. It's a familiar and uncomfortable feeling.
He walks behind Deucalion and slices his chains away with his claws, hissing in pain as more powder hits his skin. "Not all of us have to kill everyone, ever."
Deucalion grasps his wrist. Purple veins are crawling up his arm, the poison having entered his bloodstream through nicks in his skin. "We need to attend to this. Quickly."
Scott shrugs. "Then get us the rest of the way out of here," his speech is slurred, and his vision is blurry. "This criminal mastermind may be past his limits."
"I hadn't any idea you had those," Deucalion says. It's soft and sounds like awe. Scott still isn't sure he can trust Deucalion, but as he slumps to the ground, gasping, he knows he doesn't have choice.