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lewkwoodnco · 2 months

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Falling For You - Lockwood x Reader

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

a/n: tfw you almost die in the arms of your future employer :) rip lockwood and co, never an agents first choice be it in canon or fanon ok ill stop now also just to be clear we’re all ignoring how much the title sucks ass okay god only gave out a limited number of brain cells and we can’t ALL be as creative as @bella-rose29 (will make a separate post on this a little later, not enough space here) (but also she was SICKKK for coming up w the title deck the halls (and not your partner) ok didn’t mean to turn this into a belle appreciation post but 👍)

warnings/tropes: fluff fluff FLUFF, this is about as fluffy as it gets from me ashdkd, cringy pick up lines overload, also I declare plagiarism (?) of some rlly popular incorrect quotes, you'll know it when you read them

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She and Lucy were in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and waiting for the boys to reach home. The four of them had split up to get some errands done that morning before breakfast - she and Lucy went to collect the payment for a few jobs, while Lockwood and George dropped off some paperwork at DEPRAC headquarters. Lucy put the kettle on while she refilled their teabag jar, and a minute later the boys walked in.

George was telling Lockwood off for something, who wasn't looking too sorry for whatever it was that he had done, though he clearly cared enough to try to suppress his giggles.

"Those forms took me hours, Lockwood. I wasn't about to let you drop them into some slush."

"I keep telling you, I wasn't going to drop them."

"How would you know when you were too busy making an ass of yourself?"

"I haven't seen a good pickup line in a while, George. You found it funny too."

"Yes, and the threat of you chucking our forms was downright hilarious."

She handed out the mugs of tea.

"What pickup line?"

"It was just a DEPRAC ad. Something like 'Are you a wraith? Because you have me love-locked.' Just a reminder of some quick signs of a visitor presence for Valentine's Day."

She meandered over to where Lockwood was standing at the kitchen counter, a little too casual. He immediately snapped up whatever he was scribbling. She looked mildly (read: exaggeratedly) injured, but he just gave her one of his winning smiles. Really, she was well within her rights to be suspicious.

"S'that?"

"A bill."

"What bill?"

"Nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried."

"Good."

"Show me the bill."

"You're adorable."

It was a poor excuse of an attempt at a distraction, as she immediately started trying to snatch it away. Lockwood just held the folded paper above his head, trying to pry his jacket out of her yanking hands. After a minute or so of vehement struggling, the scuffle ended the way all of their scuffles ended - her playing at sour grapes.

"Oh! Go boil-yer-head. I don't even want to see that bill anyway."

He slotted the letter into an envelope smoothly as George cut in.

"Speaking of bills, hopefully, we'll be able to pay more of them off soon. Couples like to go away for Valentine's, so it's the perfect time to get any lingering visitors taken care of. We should put an ad in the paper, like DEPRAC."

That set Lockwood off again, and George groaned. As he got up to get another biscuit, she conspiratorially turned to Lockwood.

"Y'know, for someone who's so tickled by pickup lines, I bet you'd be terrible at them."

"Not more terrible than you."

"I beg to differ!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

Their bet had taken a back burner in her mind while she was preparing for their case that night, but she was still immediately suspicious when she walked into the kitchen to see Lockwood innocently snacking on a bowl of raisins.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing! Can't a guy eat his raisins?" He silently proferred the bowl to her. She narrowed her eyes.

"No thanks."

"How about a date?"

"When did we get - oh. Ha ha." There was a mischievous crinkle in Lockwood's eye. "Sneaky. I was busy preparing for our case, like a proper agent."

"Hmm, excuses, excuses."

"Fine. If George finds out you haven't read tonight's case file, you're on your own."

"NO no no no please please please -"

She prepped a few pickup lines before they left, just enough to stop Lockwood from becoming completely unbearable.

"Are you a visitor? Because you've been haunting my dreams."

She scrunched up her nose. "Boo. That's terrible."

"You try coming up with a visitor-themed one. They're all so horrible."

She paused for a minute.

"Are you a Lurker? 'Cause you're making my heart race."

"...no one likes a show-off," he grumbled, and she smiled to herself as they continued rooting through boxes, looking for a potential Source.

"Your hand looks heavy. Could I hold it for you?"

"What's it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" That one got a good laugh out of him.

"Might be more flattering if my competition wasn't a Raw Bones. You’re pretty and I’m cute. Wanna be pretty cute together?"

"If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair."

She revelled in the huge smile that lit up his face. She knew he'd get a kick out of that one.

She hadn't expected to have as much fun with their game as she did. They recounted their highlights to Lucy and George on the way home, which made for an entertaining end to the case. As Lucy and George put away their coats, Lockwood lingered behind, looking at her as if there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't quite find the words. She became even more alarmed when he placed a hand on her shoulder, because of how serious he looked.

"Is everything okay?"

He took a shaky breath and tightened his grip on her shoulder ever so slightly.

"If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back."

The line itself wasn't particularly outrageous, but in the darkness by the door, with their faces in the shadows and him holding her close, she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Good one," she whispered.

He gave her a sloping smile and retreated into the kitchen. She stood there for a moment, thinking about the warmth on her shoulder, as if his hand was still there.

"Did it hurt?"

"When I fell from heaven?"

"When you fell down the stairs. Right in front of us. It's been ten minutes and you haven't even gotten up yet."

With a strangled wheeze, he righted himself, looking more than a little stupid with his affronted expression and hair sticking up in all directions. They were on a case, and Lockwood had been a bit too close to the stairs whilst investigating the death glow on the landing. It had been quite a painful-looking rollercoaster of a fall with many bumps as he flailed for the railings, ending with a muffled scream.

"I was checking for broken bones."

"For ten minutes? Do you even have that many bones?"

He had an oily smirk on his face, though it was mostly nullified by his slightly crossed eyes.

"I've got...so many bones, I could give you a...wait. No. Hey lady, do you want a...bone? If you were a bone, you'd be in my...body...my body has all the bones...hang on. Okay, got it. Bones....fuck."

"...concussion?"

"Nuh-uh."

That was the moment his knees chose to buckle under him, and the three of them hurried to hold him upright. Even though he kept insisting he was fine, he was looking far too pale and woozy, so they flagged down a cab and pushed Lockwood into it. After a quick round of rock paper scissors, she joined him in the cab while George and Lucy got to stay to finish the job.

It had been a bit of a challenge to fumble for the key to the front door with the dead weight that was Lockwood compressing her spine, but she somehow managed. She tried her best to keep track of all of his long limbs after he knocked his head on the side of the door frame, groaning again. She dumped him onto their living room sofa, going down with him in the process, and with some difficulty peeled herself out of his grip. The bump had clearly taken quite a bit out of him, for by the time she returned with a blanket, he had completely passed out.

With some difficulty, she wrestled his rapier off of him and draped the blanket over him. She put away her own gear and rapier and curled up with a book on the armchair opposite the sofa. It was odd to see Lockwood sleeping. And even more odd to see him doing it so peacefully, like all thoughts and worries had been knocked clean out of his head. Much like her thoughts, the first time they met.

It hadn’t even been her goddamn fault. She had been lugging around her uncle’s rapiers since hers had been sent for cleaning and it was starting to make her arm ache. She deserved a little lean, no doubt. Only, what she thought was the door frame had been the door itself, so when her then-future employer had opened the door, she stumbled right into his arms.

And then promptly fell out of them when he let her go by surprise. To his credit, he was superfluously apologetic and sympathetic, and kept asking if her head was alright throughout the interview. It was a little annoying, if she were entirely honest, but she was grateful when that sympathy translated into a job, because all coherent thoughts in her head were lying somewhere on their front door runner.

As much as she tried not to think about the incident since Lockwood showed no sign of doing so himself, it kept her up at night more than she'd like to admit. But it had also been rather liberating, as there was little else she could do that would be any worse.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lockwood began to stir after an hour or so, opening his eyes blearily. She instinctively put her book down and crouched next to the sofa, where she immediately felt awkward. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand on his forehead, and they blinked at each other in confusion.

"How're you feeling?"

"Great." He cleared his throat, which barely helped his hoarse voice. "Chipper."

"Are you sure? Feeling chilly?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you a construction worker?"

"...huh?"

"Because you are building."

"What."

"I win."

He turned to his side and buried his face into his cushion with a satisfied look on his face.

"Oh, Lockwood. I don't think..."

He pulled his head out of the cushion alarmingly fast. That couldn't have been good for his neck. "Ohhh, too good for my pickup lines now, eh?"

"I...what?"

"I get a bump on my head and you don't like my pickup lines no more?"

"Why do you have a Brooklyn accent?"

"You's got a Brooklyn accent."

"Okay, now you're just throwing a tantrum."

He fussed for a few more minutes, muttering out of the corner of his mouth or into the cushion, but eventually calmed down. As his eyes fluttered close, his breathing becoming long and even, she quietly got up to leave.

"Just so you know...I do think you're building."

The Brooklyn accent was gone, and though his low murmur was comfortably familiar, something in it sent a spark running through her brain.

"I think you're building too."

She could have sworn he had a small smile before his mouth relaxed as he drifted off again.

She didn't see much of him after that, given how much rest he needed, and the reprieve from their game was a welcome relief. The pickup lines didn't slide off her tongue as easily when she meant them as much as she did now. Still, she couldn't hide from him forever, and ran into him in the kitchen a few nights later.

"Oh. Hey."

He held up the biscuit tin. "Hello. Catching up on my biscuit rations."

She smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Definitely. A little sick of lying about, but I think I've finally got my head on straight."

He smiled, and the tension between them melted. She smiled back.

"Must have been scary, having your brain go wonky like that."

"It was...wild. I don't even know how I had the presence of mind to put my rapier away."

Her cheeks burned as she pointedly rummaged through their pantry for a snack while Lockwood brewed tea for the both of them. They sat at the kitchen table in silence, slowly sipping their tea as they ignored the elephant in the room. That is, until Lockwood broached the subject.

“Did it hurt?”

She put her mug down. “Lockwood.”

“Did it hurt?” He pressed, firmly.

“I’ve already heard this one.”

“Just - humour me for a minute, won’t you?”

She looked at the little she could see of his face, given how close they were sitting, and gave a small sigh.

“So. Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you fell into my life.”

He lightly squeezed her hand, it was only then that she realised that they were holding hands. She choked on her breath in a mildly undignified manner, but with the proximity and the unexpected answer, she was well and truly taken aback. She waited for the embarrassment to kick in. There were a lot of things to be embarrassed about at that moment - how he could probably see every imperfection on her face, how he could probably tell how nervous she was getting from how clammy her palm must be, and of course that he remembered their dreadfully embarrassing first encounter.

But the shame never came. If anything, she felt oddly…touched. There wasn’t anything embarrassing about the memory anymore. It was…as much as it pained her to admit it…slightly romantic. She looked away from his face, shaking her head slightly, staring at their gripping hands. So easy it was to hold onto each other in the shadows, but terrifying in the daylight. Scratch that, it was terrifying to see herself holding his hand just as tightly as he held hers. Maybe he did compel…something in her.

His hand disappeared into his pocket, and a moment later he was pulling out a familiar, weathered envelope.

"I've never...I've never asked anyone to be my Valentine. Never knew how it worked. Still don't really know how it works. So I tried writing it all down, and..." Lockwood frowned at the loopy yet measured scrawls in front of him. He sighed in defeat, crumpling the letter. "...and I still don't know how it works."

She swallowed through the lump in her throat. "Me neither. But..." she tore her eyes away from the table, looking at his face with his emotions stacked plain as day. "I think we know enough."

She curled her fingers into his. Years ago, she hadn't thought knowing if she was in love would ever be an issue, but for so many years she struggled to find the love they wrote books, songs and poetry about. But sitting here now, in the dim light of the kitchen, with a person whose face she could trace in her sleep, she realised Little Her had had it right all along.

“I always thought you were very nice to me in that interview. A little too nice.”

“You didn’t hear the way you screamed. I thought you were going down with a heart attack.”

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apocalypseornaw · 5 months

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Prove It (Pt 2/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean comes home to find you gone

Dean was leaning against the bar when he saw Sam come back inside. He'd went to call you so you wouldn't be worried that they weren't back yet. The look on Sam's face had him pushing away from the bar and meeting him halfway "What's wrong?"

Sam looked down at his phone which was still in his hand before asking "Dean did you do something to Y/N?" Dean shook his head slowly, "What do you mean?" "She said she didn't give a damn when you got home and hung up on me"

The moment of realization hit Dean like a brick wall "Sammy, I fucked up"

The entire drive home Dean and Sam took turns trying to call you. You must have turned your phone off after a while because it had gone from ringing to the voicemail "If you have this number you know who this is and what to do so there's the beep"

"I can't believe I forgot" Dean said for what felt like the thousandth time. You had told him, you'd fucking told him that you were planning a surprise. What the hell kind of shitty boyfriend was he if he couldn't even come home for the surprise? Or remember it for fucks sake.

"She's just turned her phone off to get some sleep. Her feelings are hurt but she'll forgive you" he knew Sam didn't even believe himself at that point. You did everything for both of them, had for years. You were Sam's best friend and Dean was head over heels yet between the two of them they couldn't manage to rub two brain cells together to remember such an important date.

You deserved to be pissed, you deserved to ignore him. You deserved so much more than to be forgetten. "SON OF A BITCH" he slammed his hand on the steering wheel seeing Sam flinch slightly.

"It's gonna be ok Dean" Sam tried but he shook his head "and if it's not?" He asked and Sam didn't even attempt to lie or come up with some optimistic twist. Sam knew him, he knew that you had pulled him out of such a dark place even long before the two of you had gotten together. You'd been in their lives for so long, the only constant, the glue when they tried to fall apart. They'd you for granted, Dean had taken you for granted and the thought of losing you was too much.

Dean walked into the bunker and until that moment he'd never realized just how loud complete silence was. There was no music playing marking where you were, no sounds of pages flipping if you were reading, no water running for a shower and most of the lights were off leaving the entire bunker lit in that eerie blue color the auxiliary lights let off.

"Check your room, I'll check the garage for her car" Sam told Dean and patted his shoulder before walking off. Dean knew without checking the room, without seeing if your car was in the garage without any other confirmation but the heavy weight in his stomach. You were gone.

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Dean walked into the room he shared with you and immediately noticed your jacket gone off the hook next to the bed. He didn't have to check dressers, they'd be empty. Your boots were gone from next to the bed.

On the table in the corner of the room sat a dark green gift bag, next to it was a covered pie and a card with his name written in your handwriting.

He walked over and picked up the card. When he opened it he sat down on one of the chairs and began to read. You'd poured your heart out onto the page saying how much you loved him and how important it was to you that he knew he deserved to be celebrated and how happy you were with him.

By the time he was through reading he had to lay the card down and close his eyes from the flow of emotions. He'd let you down, the one person you should always be able to count on and he hadn't been there for you. "Dean?" He opened his eyes to see Sam standing at the door. "She's gone Sammy"

He looked at the gift bag and pulled it closer to look inside. A signed led zeppelin album. He laid it back into the bag then opened the pie, apple. When Sam noticed what he was doing he motioned to the hall "There's steaks potatoes and grilled vegetables in the fridge"

"She made all my favorites. She chased down an album that probably took her weeks to get her hands on. She sat here waiting for me to come home to celebrate the last six years we've been together and I couldn't even do that for her" Dean laid his head back against the wall. "I gotta find her Sam. I got to try to make up for this, to show her just what she means to me"

Sam nodded "I'll start making phonecalls to see if anyone's seen her" Dean nodded, his mind imagining you sitting there waiting for him. The excitement giving way to worry then to betrayal. How could he forget?

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katethewriter · 2 years

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Just Come Home

the sequel to Wish We Could Be Like That

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 4.5~

Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Inspired by the song Where's My Love by SYML

Warnings: bad words, bad writing

A/N: 4 days, a few tears, and a new laptop later, I'M BACK! So sorry for being MIA, thank you all for being so incredibly patient with me. Remember how I said this was gonna be a 2 part fic? Yeah, I got a little carried away, so it is now a 3 parter. Hope thats ok with everyone :) I hope you enjoy

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three

The sound of an alarm rips through the silence. The endless string of high pitch beeping pulls three bodies out of the depths of sleep.

The first movement you are aware of is behind you. Careful not to jostle you or Wanda, Natasha sits up. You whine against the loss of the warmth.

You lift your head from its place on Wanda’s chest and peak over your shoulder. “Tasha?’ you call out softly, only half awake.

“Shhh,” the Russian tries to replace the warmth by pulling the blanket up over your body, but you don’t want a blanket. You want your girlfriend spooning you from behind like she was two minutes ago. “I’m going on my run,” she whispers. She runs her fingers through your hair, hoping to coax you back to sleep, which you desperately needed. Last night had been emotionally draining for everyone, but especially you.

“What time is it?” you ask sleepily.

Nat looks over her shoulder to the clock on the bedside table, “a little after 4.”

A long sigh escapes your lips, “ok.” Just as carefully as Natasha, you extract yourself from Wanda’s arms. You press a kiss to her forehead before turning to get out of the bed.

Your girlfriend stops you before you get even one leg over the edge of the bed. “Where are you going?” she asks.

“Back to my room, time to go,” your sleep fog brain forgetting the events of the night before.

Natasha gently grabs your shoulders and guides you back into a lying position on the bed, “lay back down.” She lays you on your side facing her. You feel a set of hands wrap around your waist possessively. Apparently, Wanda was not too keen on losing both of her cuddle buddies, even in her heavily asleep state.

“But Steve will see,” you remind her, but Nat has a reminder of her own.

She strokes your cheek and smiles warmly, “we don’t care about that anymore. Remember?” She leans down until her lips find yours. She kisses you soft. Your own tired lips try to keep up, but you have to admit the exhaustion is getting the better of you. Wanda’s arms wrap around you tighter, almost daring you to try and leave her embrace.

When Nat pulls away from the kiss to smile down at you, she’s satisfied that you are well on your way back to sleep.

The Russian presses a kiss to your cheek, “I love you.” She then reaches over you to kiss Wanda’s cheek as well, “I love you.” She leans back down to your eye level one last time, “go back to sleep.” She stays there a minute, softly stroking your cheek until she is certain you won’t try to get up the moment she steps away.

Natasha then stands to change from her pajamas into a running outfit. She only makes it a few feet from the bed before your voice stops her.

“Tasha?”

When she looks back at the bed, she is pleased to see you still fully relaxed, eyes closed. “Yes?”

You smile sleepily, not even opening your eyes. “Love you too,” you mumble before falling back into unconsciousness.

Natasha stands there for just a moment longer. She just can’t peel her eyes from the two of you wrapped up together. She’s not entirely sure what she had done to deserve the two of you, but she’ll be forever grateful. Quickly and quietly, she dresses and slips from the room without disturbing either of you.

The next interruption comes in the form of a ringing cell phone.

You recognize the ringtone to be yours and groan at the thought of having to leave the comfort of Wanda to answer it. Instead, you just let it ring.

When it finally stops ringing, you sigh in relief. You can call whoever that was back later. There is no way you are leaving this cocoon of warmth anytime soon.

At least that’s what you thought.

The room is quiet for less than thirty seconds when the ringing picks up again. Now you have no choice but to extract yourself from Wanda’s grip to reach for it. Your phone rests right beside the alarm clock. One glance tells you an hour and a half has passed since Natasha left for her run. You grab the phone and when you see the contact name come across the screen, you answer immediately.

You bring the phone to your ear, “Good morning Fury.”

“And a very good morning to you, agent,” his voice drips with sarcasm.

To avoid waking Wanda with your conversation, you roll out of the bed and walk into the bathroom. You close the door quietly behind you, “so, what’s up?”

“Gas prices,” he quips back at you, “we can discuss that and your new assignment when you report to my office in say 15 minutes?”

He says it like a question, but you know damn well that it is not. “Yes, sir,” you barely finishing agreeing before he ends the call.

You set the phone on the counter and look at yourself in the mirror. The light catches on the chain around your neck and the two rings hanging from it. A smile stretches across your face as you relive the moment they gave it to you just the night before.

Slightly giddy, you make your way to Nat and Wanda’s closet to find something to change into, since you can’t exactly walk into your boss’s office in your pajamas.

Once you are dressed, you pad over to the side of the bed where Wanda is still sleeping soundly. Careful not to wake her, you lean down to press a feather light kiss into her hair. “I love you,” you whisper.

With one last look over your shoulder, you exit into the hallway. Heading immediately to meet with Fury.

~Cold bones, yeah that's my love.~

Back from their morning run, Natasha turns down the hallway with Steve at her side. They talk quietly, heading to the common area to eat breakfast. They’re halfway there when a flash of blonde hair walking in the opposite direction catches Nat’s eye.

“I’ll catch up with you in there,” the redhead says to Steve, before hurrying to follow her sister down the hall. “Hey,” she calls out, "Yelena." The blonde widow stops and turns to her sister.

“Don’t worry,” the younger woman quips, “I won’t tell Wanda about your little side piece. Though it looks like she already knows.”

Natasha catches up, coming to a stop in front of her little sister. She is fuming mad but keeps her cool. The older woman slightly glares at her, “first: do not ever call Y/n that again.”

“Ok,” the blonde shrugs, “which do you prefer: side chick, mistress, the other woman, homewrecker-“

Natasha takes a step towards her sister, “she hasn’t wrecked anything.”

“Really?” Yelena cocks her head to the side, “where’s your engagement ring?” Natasha reflexively looks to her hand and the empty space her ring used to be. She then crosses her arms.

“Yeah, I noticed that. What happened?” Yelena taunts, “did Wanda find out about your little booty call in the bathroom?”

“Are you done?” the older woman asks as soon as Yelena finished speaking.

Yelena takes a deep breath to calm herself. Her attitude gives way to something close to sisterly concern, “look you are an adult. You can make your own choices, even if they include cheating on your fiancé, who up until Y/L/N started poking around, you were very much in love with. You were happy with Wanda, really happy. I just don’t understand why you’re throwing that away for her.”

Natasha clenches her jaw. She doesn’t want to slap her sister, but if she keeps talking about one of the loves of her life this way, she might not be able to control herself. “Are you done?” she asks again, voice as calm as a glassy lake.

The blonde rolls her eyes and nods.

“Good,” Natasha begins, “for the record, I am not cheating on Wanda-��

Yelena quickly interjects, “I saw you last night Natasha! You were practically swallowing her face-“

“If you had stuck around for longer than three seconds, you would have seen that Wanda was in there with us.” She pauses for a moment to let that sink into her sister’s head. “I’m not cheating on Wanda. Wanda and I are both dating Y/n. My engagement ring,” Nat holds up her left hand to further display the lack of a ring, “is hanging from a necklace on Y/n’s neck. Wanda’s is right next to it.”

“You’re both with Y/n?”

The older woman nods.

Yelena stands there for a moment still trying to wrap her mind around the new information. “How long have you been together?”

“Remember that two month mission everyone went on but me, Wanda and Y/n?” The blonde nodded. “Since then.”

"Is it serious?" Yelena asks, "it must be if you gave her your rings. Right?"

Natasha smiles, "yeah, its serious. I love her. We love her."

Yelena runs through the past months in her head. All the little things she saw. The things she misinterpreted. After a minute of silence, she speaks up again, “why didn’t you just tell us you were together?”

“We were worried how everyone would react. We didn't want other people’s opinions to ruin what we had," Natasha feels a very familiar guilt overcome her again, "but that nearly happened anyway.”

“I may not have understood it right away, but I would have respected it at least,” Yelena admits, “I wouldn’t have been so harsh on her.” The younger widow thinks for a moment, “well, I still would have been harsh, but it would have been the ‘don’t you dare hurt my sister’ talk instead-“

“Yeah, you will not be giving Y/n that talk,” Natasha interrupts. When her little sister tries to protest, she shuts her down, “No. You lost that privilege when you decided to take your frustrations out on her rather than talk directly to me with concerns for my relationship.” The older widow tilts her head, raising her eyebrow, almost challenging Yelena to fight her on this.

The blonde quickly nods, “that is fair.” She quickly reflects on her relationship with Y/n over the past few months. She had rapidly pushed away a very close friend and treated her like an enemy for a reason that she now knows is not even based in truth. Guilt begins to eat at her from the inside, “I was pretty shitty to her. I don’t even know what to say.”

“An apology would be a good place to start,” Natasha suggests.

Yelena nods in agreement, “she hates me. Doesn’t she?”

"I can't speak for her," Natasha smiles slightly, “she might not forgive you right away, but I think she’ll be happy to have her friend back. Don’t worry, you’re at a higher standing than Clint at least.”

“Clint? What did he do?”

“Hey Nat”

The sisters turn to see Wanda approaching them.

When she is close enough, Natasha leans over to place a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. Wanda smiles tightly. Her eyes narrow and cut to Yelena for just a moment before she turns to Nat.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” The witch takes a step to move, but Natasha’s hand on her arm stops her.

“She knows,” the red headed widow nods in the direction of her little sister.

Yelena ducks her head a bit sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I never would have acted the way that I did if I had known.”

Wanda keeps her features cool, “I’m not the one you owe an apology to.”

“I know,” she nods, “I’m going to apologize as soon as I see her.”

The witch observes her future sister-in-law for a moment longer, before nodding curtly. She then turns back to her girlfriend and fixes the redhead with a similar icy stare, “now, you…” Her stern tone informs Natasha that she is in trouble, but for what she can’t fathom at the moment.

“Care to explain how I have two girlfriends and still woke up alone?”

Natasha stares at her for a moment in shock. That was not something she expected Wanda to say, especially since when she left the room, Wanda was very much not alone in the bed.

“In my defense, Y/n was still in bed with you when I left for my run,” Natasha holds her hands up in mock surrender. “You sure she wasn’t there when you woke up?”

Wanda tilts her head, “I think I would have noticed our girlfriend in the bed with me.”

~She hides away like a ghost.~

The common area is full when Natasha and Wanda enter. They immediately do a quick sweep of the room. Their eyes quickly scan over every face, but don’t find the one they are looking for.

They had already peaked into your room to see if you went to get dressed there, but the room is empty. The gym, living room, and the study you like to hide in to do paperwork all come up empty. They even come full circle, going back to their room just in case you had managed to get back there with out passing them. Everywhere they checked got them no closer to you.

“Where is she?” Wanda wonders out loud. Natasha can only shrug her shoulders.

“Hey Wanda and Nat!” Sam calls from a table, “where’d you two disappear to last night?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Anybody get lucky?”

“Hey!” Steve quickly calls out. He moves to cover Peter’s ears, “there are children present.”

The annoyed teen instantly pushes the super soldier away, “I’m not a kid!”

The two red heads walk further into the room. “Yes, you are bud,” Nat shakes her head jokingly when he hangs his head in defeat.

“Has anyone seen Y/n this morning?” Wanda asks looking around the room for someone to tell her where her girlfriend is.

The team looks between each other, waiting for someone to answer but they all just remain quiet.

Kate finally speaks up from her spot next to Yelena, “I haven’t seen her since last night.”

“Come to think of it, she disappeared about the same time as you two,” Sam offers. That gains the attention of half of the room. They quietly look between the couple and Sam trying to sort out if there was something more to that piece of information.

Wanda and Natasha look at each other for a brief second. A silent conversation that ends with a small nod of the head. This is as good a time as any.

“Yeah, she came home with us, but we haven’t seen her since I woke up this morning.”

The whole room goes quiet at Natasha’s words. They look between the two of them as their brains calculate. Had she just confirmed what Sam had suggested? What did she mean “came home with us”?

The silence hangs heavy in the room. Everyone but Yelena tries to read between the lines. Everyone thinks they understand, but no one is brave enough to ask out right.

Just then, Tony walks into the room with his usual post party pep. Two steps into the room and he can feel the weird energy in the room. “Woah,” he exclaims as he goes to pour himself a cup of coffee, “what’s going on in here?”

Truthfully, none of them freaking know.

Bucky is the one to finally answer him, “Y/n came home with Nat and Wanda last night-“

“Oh good!” the billionaire turns with a smile, “we’re telling people now!”

Everyone turns to Tony, even Wanda and Natasha’s jaws drop in shock.

“Wait,” Wanda breaks out of her shocked state first, “you knew?!?!”

Tony looks at her like she asked him if the sky is blue. “That you two and Y/n are an item?” he asks, “yeah, just because we weren’t here those two months doesn’t mean the security cameras weren’t. Thank god you're finally public, you three are not as sneaky as you think you are."

Everyone looks back to the red heads. Nat’s cool composure remains collected as ever, while Wanda’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red.

Tony shrugs playfully, “for what its worth, you make a very cute couple. Wait, not couple-“ He thinks for a moment, “what is a three person couple?”

“Threesom-“ the word barely makes its way out of Kate’s mouth, before Nat fixes her with a glare that has her shrinking in her seat.

Stark continues to think out loud, “not a couple, a trio? That sounds lame. Couple… couple… three person couple…”

“A throuple?” Peter asks quietly.

Tony sends Peter a thumbs-up, “throuple, I like it.” He fully takes in the room, and notices the topic of discussion is missing. “Speaking of, where is your lucky number three?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Nat sighs, “we haven’t seen her since I left for my run this morning.”

“Have you asked Friday?”

Silence is enough of an answer for Tony. He looks up with a smug smile on his face, “Friday?”

“Yes Mr Stark?” the robotic voice echoes through the room.

“Where is Y/n right now?”

There is a breath of silence while the AI searches for the answer. “Agent Y/L/N left the compound in an unmarked SHIELD vehicle forty five minutes ago.”

Your girlfriends lock eyes as worry twists in their stomachs.

Where would you go? Why would you leave without saying goodbye?

~Does she know that we bleed the same?~

From the backseat of an unmarked transport car, you look over the file in your lap. When you entered Fury’s office for an unknown reason, you weren’t sure what to expect. But the last thing you would have suspected is to be thrown into an undercover mission effective immediately.

This never happens. Well, never is a bit extreme, but its rare enough that you have never known to worry about it. You had never thought to say goodbye before you enter the meeting. 9 times out of 10, they give you at least an hour to prepare. They typically give everyone time to say goodbye to loved ones (if you had any) before being shipped off to who knows where.

Unfortunately, they believe you to be single, with no family left to notify of an extended absence. They didn’t know that you had two very important people you needed to see, hug, kiss. Another consequence of this damn secret you’ve been living for so long.

Your hand finds the piece of jewelry hidden under your shirt. Your fingers trace the shape of the rings, pressing them against your sternum.

Maria Hill sits in the back seat next to you. You try your best to listen as she quickly relays as much mission prep as she can in the 40 minute drive across town.

It’s a pretty involved undercover mission from what you gather. One of the city’s most notorious organized crime rings seems to be rapidly growing in numbers and strength. Your informant says that there has been a recent shift in leadership. The increase in activity directly correlates the rise of the new boss.

Your job is to go undercover, pose as a supplier for the group. Build trust, rapport and learn the agenda of this new crime boss.

Your partner on this mission is already in place preparing for the shipment drop off that will give you a way in to the group.

Flipping to the next page of the report, you find the key information of the organization you are infiltrating.

They call themselves The Tracksuit Mafia.

In your opinion, they look like they belong in a intermural basketball league for seniors.

“… here we are.” Maria’s voice pulls you out of your concentration on the file. She nods her head in the direction behind you.

The car pulls up to what looks like an abandoned office building. From the backseat, you take in your surroundings. This is definitely on the rougher side of the city. On the complete opposite side of the city from the compound, crime in this area runs rampant, specifically organized crime. Which makes sense, since that is the objective of your mission.

Before you venture in, you take advantage of the last time you will be face to face with a member of SHIELD.

“Can you do something for me?” you open the file and search for a blank sheet of paper. You write out a quick message. Once finished, you fold the page and hold it out for her to take, “can you give this to Nat or Wanda?”

Curious, she looks between the note and you. She’s waiting for a further explanation, but its a bit too complicated to get into right now.

“Please.”

After a short pause, she nods and takes the folded the paper. She tucks into her pocket.

“Thanks,” you slightly smile in appreciation. Then, you look up the building with a sigh. This is your home for the foreseeable future, “eighth floor?”

Maria nods, “your partner is already up there. He can answer any questions you may have. Anything you may need is already up there. Weapons, clothing, enough food to last about a month, until you are brought in to organization. Biweekly check ins.“ She nods towards the building, “he has all the information regarding that. Any questions?”

“Probably, but I can’t think of any at the moment,” you tuck the file securely into the small bag that had been packed for you. You go to open the door, but Maria’s hand on you shoulder stops you.

“Last thing,” she holds out an empty hand, “you need to turn over your phone.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “why?” You remove your phone from your back pocket.

“No contact, for your own safety,” she takes the phone from your hands, “burners are in the bag. All the necessary numbers are saved under aliases.”

As you watch her tuck your phone into the same pocket as your note, your heart drops. If it wasn’t bad enough that you didn’t say goodbye, now you have no way to speak with Wanda and Nat.

And there’s nothing you can do about it.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks,” you open the door and step onto the sidewalk. With your bag hanging from your shoulder, you enter the building.

As far aesthetics go, the inside is no better than the outside. Most of the fluorescent lights are out. A layer of dust coats a receptionist desk like snow on a roof. You bypass the elevator and go straight for the stairs. In the slim chance that the elevator is still functioning, you still don’t trust it at all.

The stairway echoes with the sound of your footsteps on the metal steps. When you reach the eighth floor, you pause in the middle of a long hallway. The building some how seems much bigger than it looked from the outside. Maybe that’s just a product of the utter lack of people.

Down the hallway to your right, you see light peering from a doorway into the hall. You take two steps towards said door. A movement behind you causes you to freeze and slowly reach for the gun strapped against your waist. You kick yourself for not clearing the building as soon as you came in.

There are two possibilities. This could be your partner making sure you’re an ally or your partner could have been made, leaving you to deal with whoever is behind you.

The unknown person moves again. This time you quickly draw your weapon while you turn. On instinct, you point your weapon, aim focused on the head.

Both of you hold. Getting a real look at each other for the first time since you entered the building.

After realizing who it is, you lower your weapon, and he does as well. Then the identity of your partner really sinks in for you. The person you are going to spend the next couple months with. You curse in your head.

Shit.

~Don't want to cry, but I break that way~

Two hours, almost three.

That’s how long its been since you left the compound without telling anyone. Four hours since you were last seen sleeping next to Wanda. It doesn’t help that you haven’t answered a single call or text.

Wanda paces back and forth in their shared bedroom. She walks from one wall to the other over and over again.

“Lyubov, you need to sit,” Natisha sits on the side of their bed. Her leg bounces as she tries to channel her nervous energy.

“I can’t,” the sokovian counters. “Where did she go? She didn’t even say goodbye. What if something happened to her? We need to be out there looking for her.”

The widow stands from the bed and walks into her girlfriend’s path. She places her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders. “Hey, look at me. She left in a SHIELD owned vehicle,” she tries to soothe. She is just as worried as Wanda is, but she’s trying to keep the situation in perspective. “She walked out willingly. She wasn’t taken or forced. That’s a good sign. Right?” she waits for any confirmation from Wanda.

The witch nods, and Natasha wraps her arms around her.

Wanda sinks into Nat’s embrace with a sigh, “why won’t she answer her phone?”

“There’s most likely a good explanation for it,” she runs her hands up and down her girlfriend’s back, “its too early to assume the worst.”

Knuckles hit the outside of their door three times.

Natasha breaks the hug to answer the door, and Wanda follows close behind. Opening the door, she finds Maria Hill standing in the hallway.

“Hey,” the brunette greets the two. She holds up a small sheet of paper between them, “Y/n asked me to give you this.”

Wanda reaches around Natasha to take the offered paper, “thank you.”

“No problem,” Hill smiles politely before she exits down the hallway she came from.

Wanda walks back into the room unfolding the page as she goes. Nat closes the door and moves to read whatever is on this page.

They both recognize your handwriting. Eyes dance back and forth as they quickly scan every line.

Sent out on a last-minute assignment. I'm so sorry I couldn't say goodbye. There wasn’t a chance to find you. I don’t know all the details. Not sure how long I will be out. I’ll call soon as I can. I love you -Y/n

This is that “good explanation” Natasha mentioned. Though it doesn’t really make them feel any better. If its not bad enough that you left out on a mission without saying goodbye, but they have no idea how long it will be before they see you again.

A sadness falls over them. The three of you had just worked through everything that was putting stress on your relationship. All three of you were excited to finally be together without all the strings, but now that has all been paused for an undetermined length of time.

Their hearts drop in defeat.

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the-crimson · 7 months

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Ok so after writing my observations yesterday on q!bbh’s delusions about the egg photos and reading this post by the wonderful @kadextra I started thinking about the relationship between q!bbh’s self harm and his delusions.

Both are coping methods for the immense pain of losing the eggs and q!bbh’s failure to protect them. Gonna put an early cut cuz I’m gonna be talking about self harm and suicide idealization so if these are triggering topics, take care of urself and read at ur own pace.

There are hundreds of different reasons (often subconscious) why people commit acts of self harm but some of the more common ones are cries for help, externalizing internal pain, and punishing oneself. I think bbh’s self harming tendencies steam from all three, in addition to a general lack of self worth but that is nothing new to mr I popped 25 totems no big deal.

The eggs are bbh’s world and he failed them. When he first fed himself to the vultures, it was only a couple days after the eggs had vanished. Long enough for the hope that they’d return to fade and for the reality of the situation to sink in. They are gone. He failed them.

Bad may have justified it to himself that he was continuing Dapper’s work but deep down he was punishing himself for failing by physically destroying his body in addition to externalizing his internal pain. Now what do I mean by that? Internal/emotional pain can feel irrational and helpless because it’s all inside. Physically hurting oneself gives a person an element of control over their pain and a justification for why everything hurts. It makes it easier to manage even tho this is incredibly dangerous and unhealthy. When life or emotions feel out of control, self harm can feel revolutionary and like you are taking your agency back. Brains are weird.

Bad fed himself to the soul vultures for two weeks before he stopped. At first, he was in their spawning area seemingly collecting soul hearts - even though there was no need because Dapper collected over a stack of them. Then, he moved to Ron’s cell where he allowed the vultures to eat him while Ron watched/listened. In both instances, bbh has a “logical” reason for doing what he’s doing but the moment you think about it for two seconds his reasoning falls apart because the true purpose is self harm. Dapper already collected a bunch of the hearts and there are a million different ways bbh could psychologically torture Ron besides actively hurting himself as well.

All of this is also a desperate cry for help. Bad doesn’t hide the wounds the vultures left and even after he stopped letting them eat him, the wounds continue to get worse. Whatever the vultures did to him/bad did to himself has left a very visible indication that he is deteriorating quickly. Everyone has told him there is something wrong and he doesn’t try to hide it or cover up what has them worried. Bad doesn’t notice because he can’t, because he doesn’t care, because he doesn’t matter. But it is a clear indication to others that something is deeply wrong and he needs help even if he’d be kicking and screaming trying to resist.

Another common reason for self harm occurs when someone has severe depression. Depression isn’t just “I’m sad”. Depression is “I feel nothing”. My mom once described it as literally the world loses its color. When Foolish lit bbh on fire and Bad said something along the lines of thanks I can feel something - it was played as a joke but that is a legit thing. Some people commit acts of self harm just so they feel something. Feeling something is better than nothing. At least then you know ur alive. I can also see this being a factor in bbh’s self harming practices.

What interests me the most is when Bad stops letting the vultures eat him: when he starts indulging in his delusions about the eggs in the photos. He trades one coping method for another.

Instead of externalizing the pain and punishing himself, he enters a fantasy where the pain doesn’t exist because the eggs are right here. He gives himself a moment of respite from the pain so that he has the strength to continue carrying it. But as we saw, this eroded his ability to tell reality from fiction and lead to a full blown dissociative mental break down.

Then what happens a couple days after his break down? We see him once again allowing a vulture to attack him. He’s leading it around like a pet in broad daylight. Yesterday was incredibly triggering for bbh because he was forced to face the dead eggs as well as his eggs that are missing/may wind up dead any moment. If Aypierre hadn’t accidentally triggered bbh’s break a few days ago I definitely think this would have triggered it. Not only talking to the dead eggs but being faced with the possibility that Bad might be digging seven more graves soon would be more than enough to break him.

Bad’s self harm in this instance was a grounding method. To keep him here, in the present. Who knows how long he spent on the church roof preparing himself for visiting the dead eggs. He was literally sitting there trying to stop himself from dissociating because he knew how important it was to keep the egg’s memory alive. He knew how much it meant to Dapper.

The fact that bbh risked everyone finding out about Dapper’s soul vultures just so he could keep himself present enough to visit the eggs is insane. His priorities are so incredibly skewed and we see this in everything he does. He is both completely blind to the consequences of his actions while intensely aware of the spiderweb he’s weaving across the island. He doesn’t care if anything happens to him and fully expects himself to die at some point. He doesn’t care about potentially spilling Dapper’s soul vulture secret because he’s already let the cat out of the bag on scanners. He doesn’t care if Dapper hates him for revealing their secrets. All he cares about is Dapper coming back safe and sound - with or without Bad.

I honestly think a part of Bad wants to die. This whole experience has hurt him so much that I don’t think he thinks there is a way back. Even if the eggs return, his failure remains and all the drastic measures he’s taken can’t be erased. Tragedy follows bbh everywhere he goes. He has painted history with blood. Maybe he thinks dying to save the kids will redeem him in some way. I doubt bbh will actually die or die permanently but the character definitely plans on sacrificing and potentially dying one way or another. All he needs to do is hold out long enough for his plan to come to fruition which means employing what ever coping methods he can to survive his grief, but once it’s done… idk and I don’t think bbh knows either.

Now we’ll just have to see what bbh does next. If he continues self harming with the vultures or indulging in delusions or tries something new and more desperate/dangerous. I trust at the end of all this cc!bbh will give us a happy ending but it’s always darkest before the dawn and I feel like we’ve got a lot of night left.

#qsmp #crimson speaks #tw self harm #tw suicide mention #q!badboyhalo #I am both terrified and excited to see what happens next #he’s only gonna get worse

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denaphoenix · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel - the first two episodes, but only how it made me feel about the characters without spoiling any plot.

Angel - I’m still in love with Angel. He’s a living, breathing closed door, layers upon layers of not himself while also seemingly having no filter - and the subtlety of letting little tiny glimpses of what’s underneath show is awesome.

Vaggie - Vaggie is amazing. She’s got so much heart and cynicism, and it’s more well-balanced than I’ve ever seen it in fanfiction. Especially digging her vibes with Angel because she’s not really antagonising him, and I’ve got a feeling that underneath it all, she’s digging him just because he says the things she’s sometimes thinking, and then she doesn’t have to say it, and can instead tease Angel for having said it, because all in all she knows that whatever’s being said will fall on deaf ears anyways. (all of that mostly being conveyed in vibes) Also, who wouldn’t revel in annoying Angel Dust? He’s annoying after all!

Charlie - Still Charlie. I don’t think she’s entirely getting it. Any of the it. Another super layered performance that gives off major toxic positivity mixed in with the non-toxic normal positivity. I feel like she might be getting there, but not before something blows up in her face worse than it’s already blowing up in her face. I just really want to take her aside and slap her - in a good way. She’s just darling.

Alastor - literally screaming. He’s delicious. He’s just - a presence. Personified chaos, and just barely scraping that uncanny every second he’s there. Love how he just ignores everything he’s not interested in addressing, and seems to genuinely be standing above everything. Unphased, and easily agreeing when presented with arguments, while also never seeming like he’s losing in any exchange. Nothing’s personal for him, I feel like, and I dig that. He’s always either “ok fair”, “ok, fair, but” or “sorry to disappoint” - those are the three modes and I just want to be half as classy as him. Or at least half as unhinged.

Husk - he’s… there. The first two episodes gave me just enough of him to kinda get me settled with the new voice, and other than that, all he’s offering are Husk vibes - which are no-nonsense, and uninterested to the max. He’s doing things, sure, but it always has the vibe of him only doing them because walking away would have just been too much effort. Can’t wait for his no-nonsense to actually contribute to things.

Nifty - I am obsessed with Niffty. Loved her before, and now that we’re getting more actual character development, boy am I here for it. She’s got a character, and the character is single-minded, trope-based, obsession. And I’m here for it.

Sir Pentious - amazing voice acting, and Pent just continues to be so FUN. I’m pretty sure he’s got about one brain cell, and the results of that give me life.

Adam - ok, I feel like I need to be spoiling this, because he himself said it best. He’s quite literally “the original dick”, and I don’t mean it in the way he seems to see it. There, I said it. He’s making my skin crawl, and while I’m still on the fence with how he’s being voiced, the longer I think about it, the more I think that that was actually a smart move to balance out the ick with some ridiculousness so they can have him make his statements before everyone with a vagina switches off. So yeah, barely bearable, and I don’t know if I want him to be even that bearable, because he could otherwise be powerfully unbearable.

Lute - highly dislikeable girl, and in the best way possible. Heartless and uncaring, and deep in the rationalisation tunnel. I wanna hug her just to get the experience of getting pushed away.

Velvette - will take some serious getting used to, that one. Don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this. I think what might have put me off was her voice being more… idk… cockney than expected? Or… deep? Or… assertive? Or…sane? Uhm, I don’t know what it is, really, if I’m being honest. Pretty sure I will get around to digging her eventually though. Because the potential is SO there. So yeah, kind of looking forward to getting that to click.

Valentino - currently unlocking a new tier of hating Valentino - the “I do not understand his vibes” tier, which is very much interlinked with the realisation that I do not see whatever the casting team must have seen in Valentino’s voice actor. Whatever they were going for, I don’t think they got there. I don’t even like to hate him… he’s just - taking me out of the story with his line delivery and fucking with my mind in a non-good way.

Vox - Vox is the complete opposite to Val in terms of my feelings - I love, love LOVE Vox. He’s absolutely awesome, and I just want MORE of him. The voice acting’s got so much depth. He’s bringing the sleazy, and the despicable, but also the deeply HUMAN underneath it all - which just makes his scenes with Val all the more jarring.

Katie Killjoy - yeah, she’s just Bryce Tankthrust in hell. A tad underwhelming, but the meta’s funny, so I’ll certainly be able to deal.

All in all, it was a solid two episodes, and the music was banging, so I'm still aboard the hype train.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #first two episodes #has it already been 7 years?

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mangoposts · 1 month

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i dont think anyone ever talks about how hard it is to argue with someone who doesn't even know what they're talking about. let alone someone who talks like a fucking cave man whenever they try to prove their fuckass point

"yeah exactly stay silent" my bad cuh i had to take a moment to decipher the meaning of that fucking message

there dhouldbt be any justifiable rationale for me to allocate more than half a minute in attempting to comprehend a SEVEN WORDED SENTENCE

do u not see how sad that is? i love words. i quite literally write poems and fics. now look at how stupid that makes you look

and if ur gonna be a hater ATLEAST MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

MY BAD CUH LMAOOOOOOOO

This is why i don’t argue period because the second dumb shit starts falling out their ass im just “Oh ok yeah you’re right” And leaving like im sorry i can’t sit here and allow you to make me lose brain cells when i could just leave u here

#🥭

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unsleepingtales · 8 months

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Episode two ayyyyyyy! Once again this is really long soz

The hype this intro fills me with is unreal.

Siobhan’s daily affirmations “this intro is not a tongue twister and is very easy to say”

The auld lang syne reference cracks me up because we know for sure that both Brennan and Siobhan do actually know the words to auld lang syne, because they sang them in the Unsleeping City finale, but they’re mumbling through it here so as not to disrupt the bit and I love them for it <3

Today’s spelling of Daniel’s last name: Fũks

(I had to look up “u with a tilde” to get that and then copy paste it in bc it’s not available on an english keyboard lmao)

God the whole pleasure district is shut down. Losing my mind at this.

Detective Hunch Curio: Vampire

I attempt to steal the child :|

A full on arms race lmao

They keep calling him The Child

Look at you!!

Imelda <3 they are best friends you’re right babe

There’s always so much banter!

Hank I hate to break it to you but dogs do in fact get hurt in this show.

(Gonna kill that dog 🤪😛✌️)

Why has “you’re my best friend” become such a thing in this show lmao first pib in neverafter now this

Siobhan looks wonderful this episode. She always does, but her hair looks particularly lovely here.

I love how Danielle is playing into the reporter thing

God this is sad.

Lore unlock!

Mind reading is fascinating in this context

BANGS

Glossaries!!! I want to know what’s in those oh my gosh

You paid attention to the way that I behave good for you!

Hank what

What

You have been known to whisk!

Imelda <3

How long has he been waiting to say The Fix and the Fucks because that’s Great

Imelda going “it’s me, he knows me” is giving big “I killed him, yeah” vibes

He finds children quite fun! They’re good folk!

On behalf of ALL CHILDREN

The child personification of the conscience realizing that it has power is wild

FACT ALERT

I love that the facts can be comforting and not just threats

Aww they literally light up when they’re happy

A whole glass of grenadine oh god that sounds awful

Yeahhh that’s a good stick

The intense eye contact on room temperature vodka

A CALZONE??

Sure ok love that

Ngl I could go for a calzone rn. My brother makes great calzones.

I love it when people use their class feats

They’re rivals it’s healthy it’s fine

“Nothing fans of actual play love more than a murderer” “aww but he’s a good murderer” he’s onto us fuck-

Can I ask you a question? / (sad and scared) Okay -> ME ANY TIME ANYONE ASKS ME THAT

Literally what am I gonna say to that. No? You think I’m gonna say no when you ask me if you can ask me a question?

Imelda that sounded Pointy do you have Lore

I love this world

That seems like a reasonable idea Imelda but you seem too invested in it and I want to know why

Listen sometimes players set things up for us too well and you end up getting excited. Sometimes the party wants to separate of their own accord!

Conrad and The Fix are the two most straightforward communicators and them hanging out is great.

A bread bowl made out of muffin to hold coffee grounds that you eat. Augh.

If I was writing a story ;)

Dome antics!

What shocked Elias? Why is he having such a major fight or flight reaction?

Ooh reflex switches fun

Yes he does!

This person is scrambling so much

I do not know enough about biology for this what comes from the scalp that would require shock troopers??

Babe what

I’ll reprimand you greatly! And loudly! So that everyone looks at us!

Let’s hear it for FEATS

Tropes!

Ooooooh dome animation

BLOOD?

Jesus christ Brennan is not holding back on the cop hate this season. Love him for it.

What hold on what

Pain responder oh god

HEAD INJURY???

Did someone fucking brain him in an alley after work because he took the file or is he just being mugged or something

Also. Shock officers not allowing the information that he’s been injured to reach his consciousness.

Cell phone? Cell phone would be a heavy thing vibrating near that area if it’s in his pocket?

Actually finding a partner is Not on the priority list for your government at the moment sorry. Why are you lying to this man.

What

Oh yeah he might not be conscious actually. The eyes are closed.

We love completely improvised lore

Fucks (expletive)

They share a courtyard probably

Conrad’s home is gonna make me so sad I already know

Man sometimes people say things and. We just have to live with them yk.

(Brennan makes that “hlblbblblhblhb” sound)

Sitting in this discomfort is so good actually. There is discomfort and uncertainty and fear here and that is good.

Ichabod. What was Ichabod the wayward interest?

HELP Conrad was so resigned to dying Alex nodded like yeah that makes sense

FACT ALERT

I relate to The Fix in that I also will share random facts in the hope that it will make someone feel better.

If there was an amount of dead he didn’t want you, he wouldn’t have called me. DAMN.

Hank so genuinely lit up at the compliment

That’s Hank talking.

What is happening and why do I feel about it

I do feel bad that like. The kid’s losing his home.

Repressed trauma memory!

Oh god okay so his conscience made him defend his little sister and it ended incredibly traumatically so the lesson he learned from that was that listening to your conscience gets you hurt and he learned that as a child! So he never had a chance to see that that wasn’t the whole story!

(thoroughly impacted) Okay.

Levity!

Still find it fascinating that the actual university is in the red light district.

Is it no longer the middle of the night? Wasn’t it the middle of the night? Why are students just now heading to the Big Game

Just a flat no. Love it.

Ammon’s Horn Memorial * look up later

He’s dabbling in the arts!

Oh god but really it makes so much sense that the brain university defunded the arts years ago. Like within the context of who this guy is and how harshly all distractions are dealt with it makes perfect sense that they don’t have art classes.

DC 20 😭

STEM only :(

Lady you are not poor-

Silly little woman :)

HELL YEAH SIOBHAN

Psychometer

Add something fun!

Of course, every time a memory is recalled, it is altered! We demand that you add something cute and fun. Love that.

We try to have fun here

Hunch now is the time to let it GO

We need Stacy Fakename merch

You’re frickin haunted man

Oh god he got jumped.

Let’s just steal it!

De’lux meaning of light. Oy.

(Brennan makes a sound of satisfaction with his punnery)

Exceeded the dc by 10!!

Trapp uses moxie so freely

Oh they’re all getting jumped. Like host body like mental functions I guess?

Ugh, wool! So naturally oily and slippery!

The Fix and his traits <3

Ol’ Johnny Gullible

FEATS <3

New life!

FACT ALERT

He’s gonna break all those bones

WHAT

He’s so terrifying without trying

What a wild sequence of events

Bro I would also dissolve into mist if someone looked me in the eyes and talked to me like that.

I’m low key worried about what happens if they restore vision without anyone in the buildings to distill the raw visuals

DEFENESTRATION

Oh my GOD

Oh my god.

Oh my god????

(cheerful jazz music)

#mentopolis #HANK #Siobhan #The Fix #imelda pulse #verbal component #reactions

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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If you don't mind: 6, 49, 52 with Arkham Edward iffin you please 💖

With Lights On

Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.1k ok yum??? this was a good pick bb and so much fun to do a silly trope like this and oh my god it was fun to do a kind of flustered eddie, i dunno you picked something i literally would have chosen myself so ty ily request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: leering, sharing a bed (?), handjob

Ed stood next to you in the tiny safe room, both of you staring towards the single twin bed cramped up against the wall.

“In my defence, I hadn’t really thought that I’d have someone tagging along with me.”

“I thought you planned for every eventuality.”

“Yes, but you were an eventuality that I couldn’t have conceived of.”

He had a really strange way of making you feel wanted. His words were often cold at first listen, but when you mulled them over, you could hear a softer sentiment behind them. It was easy for others to mistake your partnership in crime as one of pure business, but you knew, as did Ed though he would deny it at all costs, that you had become friends over the course of your time together.

“It’s ok, I can cope with it. I trust you.” You nudged his side, offering him a quick smile as you glanced to him before setting down your carry load.

Ed’s heart thumped in his chest. The implication that you trusted him meant a lot to him. But that wasn’t why his chest was pounding. No, it was the suggestion that there was a possibility that something could happen, that the unspoken but hinted at intimacy of the situation you had found yourselves in would create a potential reason for you to have to trust him, that’s what had him breaking out in a nervous sweat.

“Besides, it’s freezing in here!”

You rubbed at your arms, turning to face Ed who was staring at you, unblinking and eyes unfocused before snapping back to reality from whatever little plans he was amusing himself with in his head.

“Do you have something I can wear, Ed? This vest is disgusting and look, my arms have goosebumps!” You thrust your forearm into his face, so close to his nose that he flinched. You giggled and prodded his nose with your finger before turning to search through your backpack for your flask.

Ed watched you, trying hard not to consider it leering and more a deep focus on you.

“Um…I think so. There should be a box under the bed, I’m sure I stashed away extra clothing.”

“Perfect!” You shifted focus to the bed, where you knelt and crawled under, rear sticking out much to Ed’s dismay. When you crawled back out you lifted the lid off the box and reached down to lift your vest up over your head.

Ed turned quickly, heading to the small bathroom in the corner of the room to avoid watching you get dressed. Not that he didn’t want to watch, he just knew how inappropriate it was, and around you, it was strange, but he couldn’t trust himself. Perhaps that was why it meant so much that you did. After waiting enough time that you could be finished changing, and that didn’t make it obvious that was why Ed had left, he took a deep breath and re-entered the room, stopped in his tracks as he noticed you pulling blankets out from underneath the bed you were to share.

“Are…are you wearing my shirt?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, you said I could wear something. Is that…ok?”

“No th-that’s fine…it’s just…it’s…we should get some sleep. Big day tomorrow, can’t have our brains depleted or deprived, I mean I can afford to lose a few brain cells, but you might-”

“Ha ha! Very funny, don’t even finish that thought. Let me just get the bed ready and we can get our rest.” You smirked at him as you turned to gather up the sheets and blankets, trying to create as much opportunity for insulation as possible.

From behind, Ed watched as you arranged the bed. The way you bent over, stretching to tuck the sheets under the mattress on the side against the wall, yours his shirt rose up, allowing him a glimpse at your underwear, peeking out, tormenting him. You turned around quickly, and he tried to find something else to look at, aware of the red seeping into his cheeks as he pretended to have been very focused on a crack in the wall.

“Ok, done. So…is it less awkward to face each other or to face away, butt to butt?”

Ed cleared his throat, choking on his own saliva, cheeks no longer tinged but flooding with pink.

“I uh…I think probably facing away.”

Ed opted for the inside, preferring to give you more space to spread your limbs over the edge of the bed if need be. His body was used to being crushed, bruised and pushed up against walls after all.

"I think it might be best to sleep...can you sleep with lights on? In case we need to make a quick escape."

"Actually, I would prefer that. It might seem warmer with some light."

Despite his stress, trying to hold his body still and away from yours, he did manage to fall asleep not long after you had dozed off. He was exhausted. He’d slept maybe a total of 5 hours in the past three days and he was running on empty. Despite how uncomfortable he was, his body needed to shut down.

Ever used to fitful sleep, Ed woke up an hour or so later, warm and comfortable before he realised where he was. In his still half-asleep state, he slowly adjusted to the room, the cold wall against his side, the blankets on his body, and your arm, wrapped around him, leaning on his chest with your fingers touching the skin above the vest he wore. As he shifted in shock, your body moved a little, fingers twitching out and grazing over his chest. Softly, agonisingly slowly, he lifted your arm off of him, watching with baited breath as you rolled over, letting out a little sigh before your breathing regulated. Confident that you were once again asleep, Ed shifted his body into the wall, pressed flat against it, nose bent to get as close to it as possible, and as far away from your warm, soft body as he could.

He hadn’t even realised he’d fallen asleep again. The minutes spent staring at the wall, trying to think of anything but your body, close next to him, had obviously bored him to the point that his brain decided sleep was the better option over anxiety, a first for Ed. Something about sharing a space with you soothed him, clearly, and he’d be foolish not to make note of that. But it was more than just being in close proximity. Ed slowly realised the physical closeness between you, as he became aware that he was spooning you, arms wrapped around your body, head close to your neck, your spine curved against his shape, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. The way the light illuminated your skin, the shadows your body made against his, imprinted on to him in his mind.

Ed lay perfectly still, allowing himself to hold you for a bit longer, admiring the way you seemed to have been made for this, and him for you. As criminal as he might be, you were something he cherished, and he kept his hands still and flat against you, convincing himself that if he didn’t move then it wasn’t creepy. He was sharing warmth and comfort, and he felt he deserved it finally. Admittedly, the risk was also intriguing to him, and fuelled by desire and a compulsion to challenge himself, he leant his head closer to you, inhaling deeply to try and take of much of you in as possible.

You stirred at his slight shift, brushing ever so gently against him and letting out a little moan as you stretched against his body. Ed panicked, a warmth spreading in his core as he felt himself get hard, the way you sigh had vibrated through him with your back against his chest, the way your rear, pressed deep into the curve of his own body, rubbed into him. He panicked, unsure of what to do, as you stretched again, rolling over to face him.

“Ed, you’re awake?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“What, why? What’s wrong? Did something-” you felt Ed’s length, hard, against your thigh as you tried to adjust your body to his in the tight quarters. “Oh…oh that’s ok!”

Ed felt faint, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and his cock, dissipating from the rest of him. He was forever irritated with the way you accepted an apology so quickly, knowing it would eventually be your downfall to be so trusting and so kind, even when it was in his favour.

“No, don’t-”

“Honestly, Ed. You’re a man of science, you know as well as I do that it’s a normal, biological reaction to wake up…like that. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I certainly won’t take it to mean anything, it’s not like you’re harbouring some deep-seated crush or that you find me somehow irresistibly attractive.” You laughed, but Ed stayed stoic.

“Your self-deprecation is really irritating at times. I really hoped I would have rubbed off on you by now.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, a small smirk forming on one side of your mouth.

“No, n-not like that! You know what I mean. I just feel that an inflated ego can never harm oneself, I’ve found it only benefits me. It’s painful to see you not take notice of how you appear to other people.”

“Sorry, I just…of all people, I didn’t think you would find me attractive, that’s all.”

“Of course I think you’re attractive.”

Everything Ed said was so matter of fact. And despite wanting to find a lie in his words, you could tell he spoke with sincerity. Heart fluttering in your chest, threatening to burst out of your throat, you leaned in to Ed, who leaned back ever so slightly against your lunge, but let his hand find your hip as your lips met with his.

It was amazing how quickly you found a rhythm in each other’s touches, given that you had spent your time together so far ignoring the feelings that pushed up just below the surface. Ed was surprisingly receptive to your hands, pushing through and grabbing at his hair, tugging at the front of his vest to deepen the kiss you shared. But even so, he was still restrained, hands staying on your hips, grabbing tighter every so often, only to loosen off when he became aware of them.

But you were in a position of power, given that Ed was enclosed between your body and the wall behind him, and pressing him into it in a passionate embrace, he had no other option but to let himself be touched, sighing at the contact, holding back pleads for more as you kissed his cheek, down his neck, breathing against him as he placed his own lips against your neck, copying your moves in a bid to please you. He finally moved his hands, one around your back and the other holding the back of your neck, tensing his fingers into it and hissing against you as your hands found their way to his length.

“Hng…you…don’t have to…huh…do that…”

“I want to, Ed.” You reached below the band of the underwear he had slept in, pulling him out and stroking up the length of his cock, wrapping your palm around his head and applying the lightest of pressures, jolting in pleasure at the whimpers of pleasure he filled your ear with at the sensation.

“Maybe if you’re not so distracted by this, you’ll be able to get to sleep.”

“That…that might…hmm…work…please. Please.” He grabbed your neck tighter, pulling you in to kiss him again, his teeth taking hold of your lower lip as you stroked his cock, harder and faster than before, find the precipice of his tolerance and keeping up the pace. His tongue forced it’s way into your mouth, and the frantic movements of it against your own, the entirely pornographic sounds of the slobbering and moaning as he all but tried to consume you fuelled his orgasm. As his groans became whines, pitched higher than his natural voice, breathier and choked, you leaned in to him, lips brushing past his ears as you whispered.

“Let go, Ed.”

At the command, a strained whimper was choked out of his throat by his own body tensing up, cock thrusting into your fist as he shuddered under his own orgasm, seed spilling on to the sheets and body, clammy and gently shaking, collapsed from the wall onto yours, holding it tight, fingers dug into your back and face buried into your neck as he breathed slowly in and out.

You unbuttoned your shirt, Ed sinking his face into your chest and reasting his cheek on your breasts, as you used your clothes to clean up some of the mess he had left. Holding him against you, you felt his snake his arms around you, clinging to you and shifting you in closer to him, till it felt like you could fit a third person into the bed. Within minutes, he was asleep, peaceful and comfortable against your body.

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currentlyfckingurmom · 10 months

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Her Song part 23

The doctor came back an hour later. This time, there is someone else with him. A woman with brown hair and a white lab coat.

"Ms. Y/L/N," he starts, closing the door behind him and the other doctor. "We've come to discuss treatment options. This is Dr. Shepherd, a world-class neurosurgeon. I've asked her to discuss the surgical option with you. Is that alright?"

I nod, swallowing my nerves. By now it's ten pm, and Florence is asleep in the chair next to me and Syd is sound asleep in the hospital bed. I'm the only one who can't seem to fall asleep.

"Would you like your partner to be awake for this?" Dr. Shepherd asks quietly, pulling up a chair to sit across from me. I glance down at Florence and I's intertwined hands and debate correcting her assumption, but ultimately just shake my head.

"No, it's alright."

"Okay, Ms. Y/L/N-"

"Y/N. You can just call me Y/N."

"Okay. Y/N," she says with a small smile, "I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. This is gonna be tough. It's gonna be hell, but I'm gonna try my damnedest to get your daughter through this."

"Thank you. So," I breathe, subconsciously squeezing Flo's hand a little tighter. "What are the options?"

"First I need to explain the reason this kind of tumor is so hard to treat. The cancerous cells grow into the healthy ones, so it's impossible to remove them all with surgery."

"Does that mean surgery is off the table?"

"No, not necessarily. We could try to fight it with radiation and/or chemotherapy. But with Sydney's age...that poses some risks. In my professional opinion, I think our best move is surgery, followed by chemo. I'll perform surgery to remove as much of the tumor as possible, and then as soon as she's healed enough, we'll begin chemo treatments to get the rest of the cancerous cells."

I take a deep breath and swallow my hesitation. "Then that's what we'll do. I trust your judgment, Dr. Shepherd."

"Okay. I'll come back tomorrow with our head pediatric surgeon. Until then, try and get some rest." She gives me a small smile and stands up. The neurologist follows her out of the room and closes the door without saying a word.

I breathe deeply and fail to keep the tears from falling. I don't know what I'll do if I lose Syd.

I wake up to a bright light shining in my eyes. I groan, blinking to adjust to the sunlight piercing through the windows. I check my phone. 6am. The sun is just now rising. I'm not sure how long I slept, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours.

Sure enough, Flo and Syd are still sound asleep. I quietly stand up, but Florence stirs anyway. "Where are you going?" she asks groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"I was just gonna go to the bathroom," I say, pointing to the bathroom attached to the room.

"Oh. Ok. I'm gonna go get us some actual food. I can't stand this hospital crap," she grumbles, standing up.

"Okay," I laugh lightly. "Thank you, Flo."

"It's nothing. Will you be alright?"

"Yeah. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon," she promised with a wink before leaving the room.

FLORENCE'S POV:

I walk through the hospital with my head down, hoping for Syd and Y/N's sake that I don't get recognized.

As I walk down the busy streets of New York towards a small bakery, I decide I should probably call my manager and let him know why I fell off the face of the Earth.

It rings a few times before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey, George, it's Florence."

"Yes, I know, I have caller ID. Mind telling me why you canceled on Vogue? That photoshoot was a big deal, Florence. You can just walk away from something like that."

"I know it was a big deal but I had something personal I needed to do. Which brings me to my next point...I don't think I'll be available to work for a while."

He—understandably—sighs in frustration. "And why is that? I'm gonna need an actual explanation."

"My...friend's daughter is in the hospital. She has brain cancer. I need to be there for them."

He remains silent for a moment. "Is this the same friend you haven't stopped talking about?"

"George, it's complicated."

"I know. I know, and I understand that. Your life is yours and you can do with it what you want, but just be careful, Florence. We can't deal with the PR nightmare of you being spotted in a hospital getting cozy with a random woman."

"She's not a random woman," I snap defensively.

"You're right, I'm sorry. But you get my point. Just be careful. And you can't avoid work entirely. You may have to come in a few times."

I sigh, knowing that's as good as it will get. "Okay, fine. I have to go. Thank you, George."

We exchange our goodbyes and I head into the bakery to get some food.

When I get back to the hospital, I expect Y/N to be sitting in the hospital room. But she's not. When I reach Syd's room, she's pacing outside with her hands on her head, tears streaming down her face.

I rush over to her and put the bag and coffee on the ground. "Y/N, darling, what's wrong? What happened?" She stumbles over her words, panting heavy breaths. I notice the blinds and door to the room are closed.

I cup her face in my hands and force her to stop pacing. "Look at me. Y/N, look at me. What happened?"

"Syd- she's having a seizure. They're trying to stop it," she chokes out. My heart skips a beat and my stomach fills with dread. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I can't fix this. I can't do anything to help. So I just hold her in my arms and pray to any deity that might be out there to please, save this little girl.

Y/N'S POV:

Florence sways me back in forth in her arms and, surprisingly, it helps calm me down a little bit. I listen to her steady, fast heartbeat and small whispers of sweet words.

After a few more minutes that felt like an eternity and a half, the nurses leave the room. Dr. Shepherd comes out and approaches us with a somber expression. I turn to face her, but Flo still keeps a hand on the small of my back.

"It took longer than I'd like, but we gave her diazepam to stop the seizure. She's asleep for now, but she'll probably wake up in an hour or less. Let a nurse know when she's awake, and I will be back. Okay?"

I nod in understanding and Dr. Shepherd soothingly rubs my arm as she walks away. "Are you ready to go in?" Flo asks. I grab her hand and nod, walking into the room. Pulling a chair up to the side of the bed, I sit down and grab Syd's hand, sniffling. Florence is still standing beside the chair, holding my other hand, so I pull her down to sit on my lap.

I rest my head against her shoulder. Our hands are still joined, resting in Flo's lap. "I can't believe this is happening," I mumble.

"I know it's hard, but we can do this. She's a fighter. And we'll keep her safe, okay?"

The words ring familiar in my mind and I chuckle lightly. "She's our little Satanist."

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh

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hellcatinnc · 9 months

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Day 1 Husbando #1 - Ikki - Adult Content! 18+

My sweet dear Ikki holds a place in my heart like no other. I want to break down all the things I love about him and why I think he is the perfect husbando.

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His Smile

Its so adorable I can't help but smile every time I see him. He is sure to make you laugh and smile for the rest of your days. I could look at this smile the rest of my life and along with those beautiful eyes how can you not fawn all over this man.

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His Nerdy Side

So we all know he is brilliant enough that he can handle Kent's math quizzes so when he wears glasses and looks like he is nerding out leaves me weak in the knees. I also would be able to have smart conversations and not feel like I'm losing brain cells to talk to him.

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His Passion

Would not be hard to see passionate nights in how he holds a woman close making her feel safe and wanted. Whether he is heating up the sheets or making women wet in all the right places he is surely to take you to heaven all night long.

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His Sexiness

This man surely knows how to pose whether he is just waking up, undressing to make love to you, posing to seduce you or falling asleep this man surely knows how to wear a shirt in the sexiest way along with his hot body. I would be his kitten any day if I was the mc. the spades under his eye sets off his sexiness.

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How Romantic He Is

He wants to take care of you, and hold you for the rest of his life. He wants to make sure your safe and he is clingy but thats ok you will never have to second guess how he feels. Lots of cuddles from this man and he is so romantic in how he puts you first. He wants to make you his princess and wants to be your prince even though he knows he isn't perfect he would gladly give up his powers if he just could so he could make you happy forever.

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His Naughtiness

OMG this man makes me want to squeal sometimes in his looks and his naughty words. Like he has such a sexy way of bringing naughty words into play how could you ever resist him. He has bedroom eyes when he is so into you. His eyes undress you without you even saying a word.

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He Looks Good In Costume

Great even rock clothes I would welcome his voice in my ear every night and dressed in sexy rocker wear. He can pull this look off like no other and I want more of him.

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Looks Good In A Komono

I normally don't think men looks so great in komono's but this man rocks them in a sexy way. Now the question is does he have anything under there? ;)

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His Face

This beautiful face watching it when he has to leave or better yet the face you see when he comes home to you is a perfect way to end your day with your husbando.

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His Possessiveness

Some people don't like it but when he thinks someone is trying to take you from him or that he might be losing you he has no problem putting his foot down and penning you to the wall to let you know how he feels about losing you. Even in this possessiveness he still just doesn't want to live without you how can you hold this against him. I love this strong pressense in him to take what he wants and whats his comes off so hot.

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He is genuine in so many ways I could go on and on I promise I am definitely so into Ikki. These are the reasons he is my number one for nomination of my husbando. I just love his soul and if I was the mc in her world there is no other choice this man would be it, he would be my number one. I even love his sexy voice too.

#anime #otome #shoujo #shoujo anime #gaming #anime challenge #amnesia ikki #ikki amnesia #amnesia memories #husbando challenge #husbando #anime sexy guys #hot sexy #hot and sexy

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ezxthan · 2 years

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Let's take a moment to admire my fav ikemen ships, because 1) why not, 2) it’s pride month!:

HIDEYOSHI X MITSUHIDE

• the amout of sexual tension between them?? crazy

• actually it’s not just sexual tension, it’s whole bi overloading

• what can i say, their scenes are my eternally pride month

• hideyoshi in every route: *casually shoves mitsuhide against the wall*

• omg just kiss already

mitsuhide: i'll never lose my cool

hideyoshi:

mitsuhide: .. but maybe.

• I know that there's some fan theory "mitsuhide loves mc in every route", you mean mitsuhide loves hideyoshi in every route??

MASA X YUKI

• aaaa when two men have only one brain cell and they decided to share it, l o v e l y.

• red x blue ship old good shit

• i used to call them “masamura” so every time when i see name “muramasa” (yuki’s wolf) im extremally confused at first.

masamune: i see

yuki: *looks at his one eye* i dunno

• yeah, i watched sengoku basara, why do you keep asking that

THEO X ARTHUR

• dog person x dog person, it can’t go wrong

• theo: arthur is my bff, i hate him so much, he’s such a whore

KEIJI X KANETSUGU

• Chinese poetry, can i really have to say something more

• i don’t really like keiji’s route and his “true” personality, actually only one thing i like about him is his snarky bestie. Well, pig too.

SILVIO X GILBERT

• I like the fact that almost every person is absolutely terrified of Gilbert, meanwhile Silvio is like "move over, freak".

• In my head they walking around Rhodolite together, Silvio’s complaining about literally everything and Gilbert just vibing

silvio: ugh, it stinks in here 🤢😡

gilbert: yeah 😃🌺🌸☺️🌷😊

KANETSUGU X MITSUNARI

• Kane usually is like 🗿 for everyone but when he met mitsunari for first time, he had heart eyes. Not suprised tho.

• just a purple couple of hot comedy geniuses

• basically i see their dynamic like this:

Ok, that’s it for today, BUT HEY, tell me about your ships!!

#ikemen sengoku #part 2 incoming #happy pride motherfuckers #ikesen #ikemen prince #ikemen vampire

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snowandwolves · 5 months

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hey it’s your neighbrohood (i'm not even gonna fix that i like that lol) lengthy ask anon - i am having a shit day but thinking about summer in the lighthouse au with Ava in a tank top and tool belt made me feel better so thank you for that

i have more qs kinda a lot today bc i am just so done with this day but you can pick and choose which (if any!) to answer. hope you have a good weekend ❣️

any thoughts on how Chanel meeting Bea would’ve gone?

did Bea pre-plan to tell Ava at the lookout or did she spontaneously capitalize on Ava already going there?

whose bedroom in the lighthouse house did they sleep in most often?

has Bea seen a storm from the lighthouse before?

D gave Ava new shoes, but did she ever get a new backpack?

that brief reference to Shannon broke my heart - do you have thoughts on how she passed?

do you have thoughts on how Camila and Lilith got together? and how Lilith even learned/chose to barista?

did the “DIBS” moment just come to you in a moment of inspiration or something bc it still makes me giggle just thinking about it

speaking of writing, did you write each section linearly or did you jump around or something else?

your note in the epilogue sounded like you don’t read fic when you’re writing? what's on your to read list?

HI LENGTHY ASK ANON omg, sorry for the late response, it’s been busy and i need a year-long weekend without risking going broke 😂 been itching to respond to this so imma do that now 🥹

1. probably chanel just exposing ava like “so you’re the one she’s been losing brain cells for” and ava just slapping her elbow and being all “omg shut up i trusted you” and bea not wanting ava to feel embarrassed so she’d prolly say “she also has that effect on me” then chanel would stare at them blushing and then say something like “ok that’s adorable. i need a drink and you need to tell me more”

2. she’s definitely been DYING to say it, but then when ava told her that she’s going to the lookout, bea decided to do it there just to give ava a moment she won’t forget 🥺

3. ava’s! because bea’s room is suzanne’s and the things they get up to with a bed nearby is just,,, not for suzanne’s room 😂

4. i’d say yes! though she prolly didn’t intend to. i have it in my head that she just got stranded there while cleaning it and unintentionally gave herself a come-to-jesus moment 💀

5. backpack i think she bought for herself. for some reason, i also have it in my head that she’s in a group chat with her family (salvius clan + chanel) where she asks them for their opinions and everyone choosing the more expensive option and ava being like “pls i’d have to lose a kidney” and everyone in the group chat transferring her various amounts of money and ava just staring at her account like “thank god you’re all rich. now, i’m rich by association” 😂

6. this one, nope, i haven’t actually thought about. let’s say an accident? omg what if that’s a reason why mary doesn’t ride a motorcycle anymore…? it wouldn’t have been her fault but askdnskd ok i hate me 😭

7. so this one gave me a cute scene i ended up daydreaming about 🥹 cos what if camila taught lilith how to make drinks before she got formal training for it and start a cafe? what if, while in the process of making a cappuccino, camila just randomly tells her “i like you a lot”? what if lilith fumbles and accidentally burns herself and camila just giggles and takes lilith’s hand and takes care of it, just waiting for lilith to manage words? 😭 WHAT THEN

8. i definitely planned it to be as hilarious as possible but i also didn’t think i’d be using DIBS for it. that was a fun moment to write 😂

9. my writing process is kind of a mess. i do try to write linearly so i don’t have to worry about pacing and transitions and flow. but then i’m in the middle of work or folding my laundry or literally just eating and a scene/line/whole ass paragraph just comes to me vividly 😂 this is why i have my notes app perpetually open. i write the basics of anything that comes to me and then go back and figure out a way to use it if i can. this is also why i have v many fragments that didn’t make the cut 💀

10. idk if it’s just me but i find it hard to read fic and write my own at the same time 😭 so i have,,, a long list actually. literally anything that’s been published and completed in the last 8 months i’ll be reading 😂

anon, i hope your days have been better since you sent this. you deserve the kindest, gentlest, best days 🥺💙

#ask #projecting the warmest softest vibes to u anon #i just discovered page breaks omg im old

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quarktrinity · 5 months

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quark watches star trek season 1 episode 29

oh cool this is the last episode of season 1

uhura girlsplains private transmitters to kirk

weirdly colorful star map

why do they call other ships "he" i thought ships were girls

hey wasnt warp factor 8 super dangerous are we just cool with that now

kirk determined to save other ship flying into the sun i love this dude

some cryptic shit

k that dudes dead. bye

omg jims brother is on this planet :0

i just called kirk jim. i didnt even think about it. oh god.

uhura girlsplains private transmitters to kirk... 2!

kirk wants to see his family :(

this planet looks like the mopop in seattle. if u get it u get it

kirk looks nauseous with emotional vulnerability

insane violent dudes

omg they actually stunned them for once

something fucked ups going on here

kirk please you cant keep plunging crying womens faces into your tits eventually one of thems not gonna be cool with it

kirks brother is dead???

hahahahah he looks exactly like him

yeah hes dead

his nephews ok though

spock uses comfort! its not very effective. can they make out now

alright kirk you can do this. dont seduce your sister in law. i believe in you

her names aurelan im not sure thats a real name

aurelan dont make those noises

what are you talking about

this actress is determined to sound overwhelmingly horny when shes supposed to sound upset

some weird brain shit going on

"they"

evil brain creatures doing evil brain things to build ships?

horniest scream ive ever heard

uh rip aurelan i guess. congrats kirk you got through an episode with a hot girl without making out with her

kirk status: Repressing Sadness

are the aliens bees. they sound like bees

oh GOD

theyre like flying manta rays oh jesus. ok thats fucked

they look silly as shit but also the direction lets them be terrifying

SPOCK GOT MANTA'D

oh shit i think its in his brain

this is gonna be gay isnt it

anyone who thinks mccoy isnt kinda gay for spock is stupidly wrong

eugh its all up in his bod

alright theyre a little like bees

fight it spock fight it

"locate and restrain mr spock" very normal of u to say kirk

kirk pins spock to the floor. ok

i got bingo

spock u good

"i will be able to return to duty" i dont believe you

spock says i can just turn off my pain

"i need you, spock" DO YOU NOW, KIRK?

spock youre so possessed rn

yes scotty threaten his life

spock has Determination

"i am in complete control of myself, doctor" NO YOURE NOOOOT

kirk no dont believe him i know youre in love but you gotta use your brain i know you have one

sigh. ok spock try ur best to resist the evil brain things i guess

they look like those things from half life

theres so many oh god

cmon spock u got this

grabs u with my pinchers

mission successful thank god. manta ray thing kidnapped.

spock says fuck my own needs i am Useful

its a giant brain cell? thats super cool ngl

a lot of these aliens have really cool concepts and still look silly as shit

more mcspock sexual tension

kirk says computers good this time

"your affection for spock" DUDE

to spread brainpox or commit genocide. that is the question. kirk says no

star trek doesnt know that light is radiation

kill the brain mantas with light. ok

sorry we might have to blind you to free you from brain disease

spocks blind now

"these creatures are sensitive to light which we cannot see" you have described radiation. you said you tried radiation and it didnt work. dont do this to me

sorry spock we didnt need to blind you. its ok though he forgives us anyway

ULTRAVIOLET? THEYRE WEAK TO ULTRAVIOLET???? DO THEY KNOW THAT ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT EASILY BLINDS YOU????? DO THEY KNOW HUMANS ARE ALSO WEAK TO ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT??????? DO THEY KNOW THAT THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT RADIATION IS OH MY GOD IM LOSING MY MIND

exposing the entire planet to a giant blast of ultraviolet light is extremely dangerous and im not sure they know that. theyre gonna be so sunburned so many of them are going to get skin cancer

ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT ISNT RED

ugh. ok i guess the brain things are dead anyway. whatever

mcspirk is so real and true

spocks not blind anymore. hes fine now. vulcan stuff

"my first sight was the face of dr mccoy bending over me" WHAT

"tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, mr spock" WHAT????????

MCSPIRK IS SO REAL AND TRUE

#quark watches star trek #star trek #star trek tos

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msanimedolphin · 1 year

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~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Three~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“WHAT?!” They screamed from outside.

“PLEASE LET ME IN! PLEASE LET ME PLAY VOLLEYBALL! I PROMISE I’LL BE NICE, EVEN TO KAGEYAMA!” Hinata screamed pleadingly. As Hinata kept pleading to be let in, you and the upperclassmen are inside listening to him.

“Are you sure about this Daichi?” Tanaka questioned.

“Besides, teams aren’t made overnight.” Suga explained.

“It’s not like I’m kicking them off the team…” Daichi said.

“Exactly, he’s just trying to make a point. You won’t be able to practice with them like this. Those boys are stubborn and hard-headed, the only way for them to learn is by being harsh and honest.” You say defending Daichi. As realization hits Suga he begins to ask a question before being rudely interrupted.

“I’M SORRY CAPTAIN! I PROMISE TO CORPORATE WITH HINATA! PLEASE LET ME JOIN PRACTICE!” Kageyama finally yells. Daichi walks over to the door and slightly opens it. He peeks out the door and talks to them but you can’t hear their conversation. Daichi slams the door and tells us we will be starting practice.

-Small Timeskip-

As practice ends and the boys are getting to leave we begin to talk to each other.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if they suddenly challenged us to a game to be able to get back into the gym?” Tanaka says jokingly.

“It seems like something they would do, but if they do Kageyama will try to do-” You begin before a loud shout is heard.

“CAPTAIN!”

“Everything by himself…” You finish while pouting. ‘Cute!’ the boys think when they see you frowning. Daichi walks to the door. Opening it he sees Kageyama and Hinata standing there.

“You guys?! Have you been here the whole time?!” He asks, confused.

“WE CHALLENGE YOU TO A GAME!” Kageyama begins. “US VERSUS TWO OF YOU!” Hinata continues.

“I TOLD YA THEY’D DO IT! NOT A BRAIN CELL BETWEEN ‘EM!” Tanaka shouts while laughing.

“And what if you lose?” Daichi asks while considering the offer.

“I will accept any punishment you deem hit!” Kageyama exclaims.

“We have two other first-years joining so we will play a 3-on-3. It’s a game we play every year to see the new players’ skills.”

“If it’s a 3-on-3, who will be our third?” Hinata asks.

“Tanaka since yo-” Daichi begins.

“I’LL DO IT!” You yell before thinking. Everyone is silent until Suga speaks up.

“You can play?”

“Yea, I know a few things.” You say bashfully.

“Well, it’s up to these two.” Daichi says while looking at Hinata and Kageyama. They hesitate before looking at you. They immediately blush when they see you looking at them with puppy dog eyes.

“Pwease~?” You ask cutely. They just both nod their heads vigorously. You look at Daichi to make sure it’s ok. He smiles and nods. You give him a quick hug as thanks, which makes him tense, then run to your fellow first-years. Wrapping one arm around each of them you hug them while excitedly thanking them. Due to your excitement, you don’t notice them turn stiff as boards and red as tomatoes. You also don’t realize the deadly glares coming from the upperclassmen. You hear Daichi clear his throat so you turn around looking bashful.

“If your team loses, as long as we third-years are around, Kageyama will be forbidden from playing setter.” Daichi says authoritatively.

“What? That’s it captain?” Hinata asks. That’s the last thing you hear of the conversation as you start to fall into the deep pit of your thoughts. ‘What if I hold them back? What if they lose because of me? I don't want to be the reason Kageyama isn’t able to play setter! What have I gotten into?! My stupid mouth opened before I could even think!’ As you continue to doubt yourself you get pulled out of your thoughts by Tanaka clearing his throat.

“Ahem! Hey Suga, tomorrow's morning practice starts at 7 a.m. like always right?”

“Yeah… Why?”

“Oh just wondering!... Do you guys think the VP’s toupee survived?”

“WE AREN’T SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT IT!!” Daichi scolded.

“...”

“Tomorrow at 5 a.m.!” Hinata and Kageyama said together with determination. After grabbing their belongings they left.

“...”

“They left me here!!” You shouted, gaining the attention of the boys in the gym. The door opened and you looked to see Daichi and Suga staring at you. It doesn’t take them long to notice your bottom lips sticking out as you're pouting.

“Daichi…. Suga….” You said softly.

“...”

“T-They left me behind! They left their teammate behind!” You say while dropping to the ground.

“!!”

The third-years run to you to make sure you aren’t hurt.

“Did they hurt you?! Where does it hurt?!” Suga started asking worryingly.

“T-The only thing that hurts is my heart. How could they forget me?” While you’re talking, Tanaka goes to the door to see what’s going on. When he sees you on the ground surrounded by his senpais he starts freaking out.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR ANGEL?! I’LL BEAT ANYONE UP! WHO IS IT?! HUH?!” Suddenly an angelic giggle was heard. Stopping what they were doing the boys all turned to the girl on the ground. As you continued to giggle the redness of the boys’ faces began to worsen. You turned to Tanaka and smiled.

“Thank you Tanaka-senpai! I needed a laugh.” You say before giving him a closed-eyed smile.

“...SHE CALLED ME SENPAI!!!” Tanaka screamed as Daichi and Suga sighed.

“Let’s all head home. I’ll walk you home (Y/N).” Daichi said while getting a glare from Suga because he wanted to walk you home.

“Okay, let’s go!” You say excitedly before jumping up and getting your things.

You and Daichi walked in comfortable silence before Daichi asked a question.

“Why do you want to play with Hinata and Kageyama for the 3-on-3?”

“O-Oh uh… I guess I want them to get along. I know firsthand that when you don’t get along with someone on your team it affects everyone.” You explain with your head down and sadness in your voice. Daichi wanted to ask how you knew but he didn’t because he knew that if you wanted to say, you would have in the first place.

“Well, I’m sure that things will work out in the end.” He says while patting your head. You continue to walk in silence. When you arrive at your house you walk up to your door and are about to go in when you stop and turn around to call out to your captain.

“Daichi!”

“Yea?” He says turning around to look at you.

“It was nice seeing you again! I’m glad you’re taking my advice!” You say before winking and going inside leaving a flustered and confused Daichi. ‘Wha?’ Daichi thought to himself while blushing before heading home.

~To Be Continued~

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #kageyama x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #tanaka x reader #tsukishima x y/n #yamaguchi x y/n #hq x reader #tsukishima x reader #~back in the game~

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detectiveichijouji · 8 months

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Case 9 - Hikari has a secret admirer!?

[AO3 version!!]

Tailmon is a mature cat with lots of responsibilities, but she also could lose a few brain cells to please Hikari. At least she and Hikari are doing well now!! Since the day she was rescued from Vamdemon’s hands, life has turned into a pleasant adventure for her. Even with the deepest struggles and despair they had faced… Tailmon and Hikari had the help of their friends, and Taichi, to surpass all the sadness and misfortune in the world.

But… Today’s case… It’s a little complicated.

“... Ichijouji-kun… I need your help.”

Ken was looking at Hikari, who suddenly appeared at the end of his classes and in front of the entrance of his school. Wormmon looked at Ken, who glanced from Wormmon to Hikari in confusion.

“Yes? How can we help you?”

Oddly, Tailmon was not in her usual digimon level form -- she was devolved into Plotmon. This brought some suspicion to both Ken and Wormmon. Seriously, what’s going on there?

“I can’t talk here…” she used her free hand to grab Ken’s arm gently and drag him on a walk, “Can we go to your home, please?”

Ken blinked. What does THIS mean!? His curiosity just hit him badly that he decided to accept the idea. And while they were on the way to his apartment, he noticed Hikari looking behind, and around… Continuously. So… Maybe she has been stalked? -- Ken mused.

Once they arrived at the Ichijouji’s residence, she asked if she wanted something to drink, because he definitely noticed her being quite wary. Hikari accepted a warm tea cup, and then he prepared it for both of them.

“So… What’s wrong?” Ken finally had the moment to ask for the details.

“Someone… is stalking us,” Hikari said, a bit timidly and awkwardly.

“Ah I see” he sipped his tea, then made his next question “Do you know who is?”

“No. All I know is… They left a letter on our apartment’s doorstep”

“Hmm…” Wormmon mused, while Ken did it in silence, “Why do you need our help, Hikari-san?”

“I thought about going to the place they asked us to go and…”

“... And?” Ken and Wormmon repeated.

“... Tell them that I already have a boyfriend...”

“I see…” they said together.

“... And I’d like to ask if you could pretend to be my boyfriend in front of them.”

Ken and Wormmon spat their tea on each other’s faces.

“W-what!?” Ken babbled, “I don’t think this would work… I mean, I think you should’ve asked Takeru-kun or Daisuke for that--”

“Takeru-kun and Daisuke-kun wouldn’t look like the perfect match for this plan… Takeru-kun might be nice but he’s a little scary and I don’t want to have him threatening whoever is this secret admirer. And Daisuke-kun… W-well, he’s Daisuke-kun…!”

“He would end up messing this up” Plotmon explained, “Besides, he doesn’t seem the kind to intimidate someone.”

“Daisuke’s going to murder me…” Ken muttered.

“True, Ken-chan is boyfriend material” Wormmon nodded sagely.

“W-Wormmon!!” Ken blushed. Then, he asked: “Did you tell anyone else about this? Taichi-san? Miyako-san? Iori-kun?”

She and Plotmon shook their heads gently, but frowning. Hikari added: “No, because we didn’t know what to do… Until I had this idea from a TV show I was watching recently.”

“Then, how do you plan to make it work?” Ken and Wormmon said in unison.

“We do this quickly and then we get away with this, without anyone knowing about this plan, ok?” Hikari replied with a timid smile.

Ken did not ask for this, and he hasn't cogitated about Iori as a fake boyfriend because Iori’s younger than Hikari. But deep down Ken knew this wouldn’t work well, but Hikari is so good at manipulating people that when he realized…

“Please, I… I trust you to discover who they are and intercept them”

“F-fine… But… I’d like to say one detail: I like someone else, and I hope we can keep this person away from this…”

“Oh okay! Let’s don’t do anything like that in public, only when we meet that secret admirer.”

… it was too late to go back.

Hikari met Daisuke and Takeru at class the next day, as usual. But Tailmon kept in Plotmon form, which wasn’t usual at all. Daisuke and Chibimon were the first ones to suspect of something wrong:

“Maybe Tailmon got sick!” It was Daisuke’s theory.

“Have you ever seen a digimon sick before?” Takeru asked, innocently.

“I’ve seen one sick! Chibimon got a cold once! He sneezed like a hedgehog!”

“H-hey!!” Chibimon protested.

“But it was a funny sneeze sound that I wish I had recorded for myself…”

“Maybe she’s not sick,” Patamon mused, “Digimon in this world tend to run their energies so fast to maintain higher forms…”

“Ah… That’s true,” Daisuke blinked. Chibimon agreed with a nod.

“Maybe we should ask Plotmon herself?” Takeru suggested, with a warm smile on his face.

“Tailmon devolved because she’s tired” Hikari interrupted them, “Because she got a little sick yesterday. So both are right.”

“Yes, I don’t recommend staying close, it might be contagious,” Plotmon added.

“C-contagious!?” Daisuke and Chibimon gasped.

“It’s just a cold, nothing to worry about,” Hikari giggled.

“No, it is” Plotmon disagreed, with a serious tone, “It might be too contagious so better you, Takeru and Patamon don’t get any closer. Hikari is fine because she’s infected too.”

“W-W-WHAT!? AND YOU WENT TO SCHOOL WHILE SICK!?” Daisuke panicked.

“Um… I-It’s not that bad…”

“HIKARI-CHAN PLEASE GO HOME, NOW! I’LL TELL THE TEACHERS! You can get my notebook for the lessons you miss, but please GO HOME NOW!”

“Plotmon… Forgot to say this is only with Chosen Children!”

“E-eh!?”

“Exactly!” Plotmon added, “Non-partnered humans and digimon cannot get infected. They’re safe. It only affects Chosen Children and partnered digimon.”

Takeru looked at Patamon for a moment and whispered to him: “Hikari-chan and Plotmon are acting weirdly today… That’s definitely a lie.”

“Yeah, but it’s working on Daisuke and Chibimon…” Patamon pointed at the other duo just… standing away from Hikari and Plotmon.

“... I forgot Daisuke-kun and Chibimon are the kind to believe in everything without hesitation…” Takeru sighed.

After class…

“I can’t believe Hikari-chan is sick and we can’t stay close to her!!” Daisuke sighed.

“... Daisuke-kun,” Takeru looked at him seriously, “Did you do something to Hikari-chan and Tailmon?”

“W-what? No! I didn’t!” Daisuke growled, “Do ya think it’s my fault now!?”

“No… It felt like she was trying to keep both of us away from her…”

“Did you do something instead?” Chibimon asked, but innocently.

“Nope.” Patamon answered with a shrug.

“But why would she…” Daisuke seemed concerned, he was glancing at the street while he and Takeru were eating some burgers at a fast food store.

“Should we investigate it?” Chibimon asked the boys and Patamon.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Takeru confessed, “It would be better if we wait until they can explain it to us.”

“Besides, stalking is a bad idea,” Patamon said, looking at Takeru, “Right, Takeru?”

“I don’t say stalking Hikari-chan…” Daisuke frowned, “I don’t want her or Tailmon to get hurt if they’re sick…”

“She’s not sick,” Takeru sighed, “More likely she’s hiding something from us.”

“Yeah… Hmm, do ya think she’s mad at us?”

“If we didn’t do anything wrong, that might not be the case,” Chibimon commented.

“Yeah!” Patamon agreed, “It might be for another reason.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t worry,” Takeru gave Daisuke a smile, “Hikari-chan and Tailmon might be fine, if anything bad happens she will call us five to help her.”

“Y-yeah, it’s not like she got a super secret right?” Daisuke chuckled, but then he saw Hikari on the other side of the street, “Ah, she’s there.”

“I guess she’s waiting for someone… Taichi-san, Miyako-san or another friend outside our group.”

“Yea-- HUH!?”

Daisuke gasped, and then he saw Ken with Hikari now.

“T-TAKERU!” he babbled, “S-SOMETHING IS… UH… WEIRD HERE.”

“Ichijouji-kun? Huh, I didn’t know she would meet him today…”

“But I thought Ken liked-- A-another person I’m not allowed to say because that’s private and if I let anyone else know he might hunt me down!”

“But I thought it was Daisuke who liked Hikari” Patamon and Chibimon said together.

“H-hey!! It’s not like I have a crush on her or something!!”

Well, you’re definitely panicked here about this… -- Takeru thought, shrugging. It’s not a secret that Daisuke has a crush on Hikari, and everyone in that circle is pretty much aware of that, including Hikari herself. But Daisuke… He thinks he’s so good at hiding it to not notice the truth, that he’s too transparent when it comes to his crush on Hikari.

“Takeru.”

Oh no, will he…

“Let’s follow them!”

“Daisuke-kun I don’t think it’s a good idea--”

“Like goddamnit, I just wish they could have told us! We would understand! We wouldn’t do anything to separate them from each other! And it’s not like the-one-who-Ken-has-a-crush-and-I-can’t-tell-ya will be mad either…”

“Don’t you think you’re jumping to conclusions too fast?” Patamon blinked, his face was a legit 😐 right now.

“Miyako’s gonna be disappointed tho” Chibimon frowned, “Hikari got Ken before her.”

“B-before we start panicking about this…” Takeru tried to calm everyone down, “Maybe we should ask them directly. But not now. We have to respect their privacy.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t sound right,” Patamon said, and then ate a french fry, “Here, eat a crunchy french fry!!” He offered it to Chibimon.

“I think I just saw Daisuke-san, Chibimon, Takeru-san and Patamon at the burger shop,” Wormmon commented with the other three.

“As long as they didn’t see us, it will be okay,” Plotmon said calmly.

“But why are we meeting in an alley?” Ken frowned, “There’s something off…”

“It’s what’s said in the letter” Hikari said, “I knew it would be too risky so…”

“You could’ve asked Miyako-san’s help instead… She’s your jogress partner after all…”

“Yeah, but…”

“But?” Ken raised an eyebrow.

“... The reason Tailmon devolved was…”

“Hohoho, there you are my beloved Tailmon~”

Ken put himself in front of Hikari and Plotmon, with Wormmon on guard. The boy just screamed: “Who’s there!?”

“Huh??” the digimon, who looked like a Tailmon costume wore by a humanoid monster (a la Etemon) just popped from the shadows, “Who the heck are you? Where’s Tailmon!?”

“... Betsumon?” Wormmon tilted his head.

“So that’s the reason,” Ken looked at Hikari, “You got the letter talking about someone having a crush on Tailmon, then you knew you were being watched by Betsumon so you lied about the fake date plan and couldn’t put the other in danger. Am I right, Hikari-san?”

“What what what??” Betsumon growled, “you brought this punk with ya!? I asked one thing and you--”

“Miyako and Hawkmon also know,” Plotmon said, “But I can’t Jogress-evolve into Silphymon with Aquilamon. So it would be pointless.”

“Why?” Ken and Wormmon asked.

“Because I have THIS with me,” and then Betsumon showed one of those portable Dark Towers.

“Oh, that makes sense now…” Ken replied with an unpleasant voice tone. Oh of course it’s one of those portable Dark Towers. Again. Someday he will find who’s building those and make them never build one ever again.

“But how can we fight!?” Wormmon seemed concerned, and he glanced at the other three, “You should’ve called for Takeru-san or Daisuke-san’s help.”

Hikari then gave her D-Terminal, “Please, use this.”

“Digimental…?” Ken took it and then… “I got it…” he glanced at Wormmon, “Wormmon, ready?”

“Yeah!”

“What?” Betsumon raised an eyebrow, “Will ya pick a fight against me? I’m a perfect level digimon, you can’t--”

“Light Digimental Up!!”

Wormmon Armor-evolved with the Digimental of Light to a mythological beast, with traces of the Mayan’s Quetzalcoatl, the plumed and winged serpent: Coatlmon.

“Oh I guess you wanna fight someone bigger than you!” Betsumon laughed.

Apparently, Betsumon was smaller than Coatlmon. Ken, Hikari and Plotmon were just staring at him coldly, as if that opponent digimon was just a big joke. That wasn’t funny though…

“That’s my chance…!!” Betsumon’s eyes flashed like lights, and he took the advantage of his ‘Cold Gag’ technique to try to snatch Plotmon from Hikari’s hands.

But Ken shielded Hikari and Plotmon, giving time for Coatlmon to attack and then coil around Betsumon, forcing him drop the portable Dark Tower on the floor. Plotmon jumped from Hikari’s arms, caught the tiny tower and handed it to Ken, who tossed it to the ground and broke it with his foot.

“M-MY DARK TOWER!!” Betsumon cried, then used his paws to hit Coatlmon’s head like if he was hitting the boke of a manzai show -- his special technique: the Tsukkomi Punch !!

“Ouch!” Coatlmon devolved to Wormmon and set Betsumon free, falling in Ken’s arms… He was mentally drained and couldn’t keep his Armor form!!

“Hahaha, that was my best shot!” Betsumon laughed menacingly, “Now let me get my prize!”

“Not so fast,” Ken smirked, a legit Digimon Kaiser smirk. When Betsumon realized, Angewomon had fled in his direction.

“W-WHAT!?” Betsumon screamed, but he recognized that smirk, “Y-YOU’RE THAT… THAT GUY!! THE DIGIMON--”

And then, Angewomon knocked him down with a punch.

“-- KAIS--ACK!!” And then he was knocked out.

“It had been a while since I heard someone calling me by that name…” Ken sighed, then he looked at Hikari, “Case solved, now we should just send him back to the Digital World and you and Tailmon will be free from him.”

“Thank you, Ichijouji-kun but… Are you and Wormmon okay?”

Ken nodded his head, “Yeah, it just caught me off guard for a little… So those things are still in use…” he looked at the shattered Dark Tower on the floor.

“Ken open the gate,” Angewomon asked politely, with Betsumon on her shoulder like if she was carrying a sack of potatoes.

“A-ah, right…” Ken took his D-3 and pointed to a random space in the alley, “Digital Gate, open.”

The gate opened and Betsumon was dumped into it as if Angewomon was taking out the trash. And then, Ken closed the gate.

When they were leaving the alley, they saw a very very EMOTIONAL Daisuke with Chibimon on his head, dragging Takeru by his wrist (with Patamon on Takeru’s head) -- Ken gulped: They will have to explain a lot of this to those two now…

“KEN! YOU, YOU--!!”

“Daisuke I--”

“-- YOU SHOULD’VE SAID ME THAT YOU TWO WERE PLANNIN’ SOMETHING FOR MIYAKO’S BIRTHDAY ALREADY!!”

“Eh!?” Ken and Hikari blinked. Then Daisuke gestured to the store they stood in front of -- a store with stuff for parties.

“At first I thought you and Hikari-chan liked each other!” Daisuke babbled, dramatically of course “But Takeru and I found that too strange! And I know you like you-know-who so it would be bad if you were like that cheap prince named Wallace, the dude from America, y’know!”

Ken and Hikari looked at each other. Didn’t Daisuke see them leaving the alley, so maybe they could roll with it, right?

“But! But Hikari-chan is Miyako’s bestie, and you’re so tall and chill so it wouldn’t mind carrying a few boxes for her, right!?”

“Uh… Yeah!” Hikari nodded, “I called Ichijouji-kun to help me with the packages! But turns out we had to catch a digimon and send it back to the Digital World, so we did it without calling the others!”

Takeru had been shaken by Daisuke’s gestures (because Daisuke didn’t let go of his wrist) and he was completely exhausted from being dragged like that. Daisuke sighed relieved:

“Ok, I’m glad you two are fine… But what was that thing about not gettin’ close to Chosen Children and partnered digimon to not infect them with a flu?”

“H-huh?” Ken looked at her.

“Oh…!!” Hikari was sweating now, but kept calm, “I know you guys would spill the beans if I told you about Miyako’s birthday surprise party, so… I asked for Ichijouji-kun’s help instead.”

“I see… Well then, next time call Takeru and me! We can handle it! We’re strong too!!”

“Right! I will call you and Takeru-kun if we need help then.”

“Call me for wh--” then Daisuke just turned back, still dragging Takeru by his wrist “He-hey! Daisuke-kun--”

“... Should we tell them later?” Ken and Wormmon asked the other two.

“Yes, we should tell them later,” they replied.

“Now that he mentioned it… Isn’t Miyako’s birthday in May?” and then the boy raised an eyebrow, “We’re in August…”

“Considering it was Daisuke who made that assumption, better not remember him yet” Tailmon shrugged, Hikari giggled.

Suddenly, Hikari’s phone rang and she answered the call, it was Miyako: “Hikari-chan! I’m sorry I couldn’t help you with that sneaky creep digimon! But… Are you okay? Did it work?”

“Oh, it worked! You were right, Ichijouji-kun and I beat that Betsumon and… I think we will have to explain it to Takeru-kun and Daisuke-kun later…”

“Oh… Well, I’ll message them later. Are you with Ken-kun now?”

“Yes, he’s here! Do you want to talk to him?” and then she gave the phone to Ken, and he was… a little confused and tense?

“H-hello…?”

“Hello, it’s Miyako!” Miyako said with a happy voice tone, “A-ah, I’m sorry for that! I dumped this on you because of a school club activity… But it was our only option, the other two wouldn’t work for that job!!”

“W-wait, it was your idea??” Ken blinked.

“Hehe… Sorry~”

Of course it was actually Miyako’s plan. Hikari isn’t the kind to make risky plans… Or ask someone to pretend to be a boyfriend to shoo some stalker out. However, Miyako… Yeah, this explains why Hikari was so tense and nervous. But she was also watched by Betsumon, so…

“... N-next time please explain to me before sending Hikari-san. We almost made Daisuke freak out thinking we were secretly dating.”

“Of course he would put a nail in my perfect plan!” she growled, “But I will explain everything to everyone! Sorry and Thank you~♡”

She hung up. Ken silently gave the phone to Hikari again. Oh that day was… Too stressful, he might go home and crash in bed. He looked at Hikari, his brain kinda fried by whatever happened that day:

“Why did Miyako-san make a plan like this if Tailmon was the target?”

“Uh… We thought Betsumon was a partnered digimon… So we thought it was someone else and Betsumon.”

“That… That sounds right,” he remembered how both Daisuke and V-mon are though…

“We were hiding one more detail though” Tailmon began, explaining, “Someone tried to attack Hikari when she found the letter, and then I protected her. I ran after the suspect, but then I got hit by something and devolved into Plotmon.”

“You mean… Betsumon attacked you?” Wormmon commented.

“Yeah, and then… When I went to look for Tailmon…” Hikari continued from there, “Betsumon found me and asked to bring Tailmon. Hours later, she came home as Plotmon and told me what happened.”

“Hmm…” Ken mused, “That Betsumon was looking after something then…”

“But let’s not worry about it now” Hikari said quickly and awkwardly, “It might be just some love sick Betsumon, right?”

“No, it doesn’t seem to be the case…” Ken thought, “But I’ll keep an eye on our surroundings…”

If it was on purpose or just a digimon in love with Tailmon they don’t know. Whatever comes next is uncertain, so better not waste time thinking too hard about it…

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