#I’m excited but also cautious per usual

[squib-2006]

So I’ve finally got some of my thoughts on the new season in order and letting my self sit on it for a while

Dragons rising season 2 spoilers!!!!!

So first off holy shit this season has managed to completely wipe out any fears I had for season two. I’m a generally anxious person and am pretty naturally pessimistic about most things and was pretty anxious about season 2 because from the stuff shown in trailers and promotional vids it looked like a “Lloyd chosen one” plot line and I have a history of hating that kinda thing because it’s been beaten to death in ninjago at this point. While a bit of that was there I found it was done quite tastefully and didn’t overwhelm everything else story wise.

I felt that the pacing of the first 6-7ish episodes was a bit all over the place. Having the training arc and the Cole-Zane plot lines happen in the same episode with the pov switching back in forth felt a little bit off to me.

Sora and arins character arcs are shaping up to be pretty good. Soras more confident in her self than season one and she’s trying to help Arin but I feel like the whole using her elemental power to help Arin will backfire into her face. Arin’s insecurity and the whole how can I be useful if I don’t have an element I fell is being handled way better than the dumb kai arc in season 11(dw I will get to that when I get to kai) and it’s about on par with the Lloyd powerless plot from hunted. I am really excited to see what they do next and if Arin will be really mad at sora or not cuz like he’s super nice and stuff and I fell like he would be sad instead of mad.

Nya didn’t really have a lot going on personally except the stuff with Jay which I’m iffy on because so much of Nyas character in older seasons revolved around Jay and I just hope they don’t go back to that and let her character breath a bit.

In the topic of Jay I really really REALLY hope he isn’t evil. That the idea because it’s really out of character and they are already pushing my buttons with the lost memory crap because that’s something that I’ve rarely seen done well at all and it makes me very nervous and I just don’t like it. I do like that Jay just seems to be a guy who hates his job tho that’s fun.

I think the writers are just having fun with Zane and I think that’s cool. I do wanna punch the administration guy who said Zane isn’t a person because he is and he’s a bean and I will not allow this nobody to slander him.

It was nice to see more of Cole this season. I swear him and geo are so cute. The hand holding and the fact that they basically adopted two kids together is amazing and I am fully on board for this ship.

The villans were really interesting. I hope they keep up the quality with them because the mystery of ras’ master and wtf happened with jordana is really exciting. Cinder was intresting and as someone who has no interest in men what so ever I am kinda baffled at why so many people want this man but hey you do you. I do wonder what happened to ash tho. The member of the forbidden five looks interesting too and part of me is hoping that the leaked “evil jay” minifig is actually this guy just powered up cuz the color palette is similar enough and I just don’t want an evil jay.

Wyldfyre is amazing her whole leg being broken then sneaking on the ship to the exasperation of kai (like he would totally have pulled something like this a few seasons ago the hypocrite <3) and the others was so good. I am curious about her talk with egalt she mentioned one of her family members getting the wasting sickness but it can’t be heat wave cuz he seems fine so maybe she had more than one dragon guardian??? I do hope that Kai’s portal abduction does affected going into part 2 and that she bonds with nya and the others over it.

Egalt and rontu were very interesting to me and I’m glad they didn’t go the route of them being the actual creators of spinjitzu and kept the lore consistent I was slightly worried about that. Hope they come back in part 2 too.

Bonzle was a big surprise for me. I likes her personality in season 1 but I didn’t expect her to be so important. She’s really sweet and the scene with wu was great too.

And finally last but definitely not least, the best character in this entire show and my favorite comfort character to beat the shit out of

KAI

IT WAS SO FREAKING GOOD. I LITERALLY HAVE NOT BEEN THIS HAPPY WITH AN EPISODE SINCE SEASON 4 EPISODE 7 THE FORGOTTEN ELEMENT (iykyk) I was literately kicking my feet like a little girl and crying and screaming my head off to the point I woke up other family members. Him unlocking the rising dragon technique by having his sister help and being in harmony with his family is so fucking sweet and I cried like a little bitch it was so good. I am also so happy that they used his old hair and didn’t just slap a smaller version of his current hair onto him (tho I kinda wish they had used the fucked up custom hair that was in the older episodes but I doubt that model is even in their hands so whatever(side side note I love the fucked up hair so much it’s so stupid I love it and will forever miss it)) him being such a dad to wyld fire was so sweet and then using the rising dragon technique after he saw his family in danger was just perfect. I do kinda wish there was more of a dramatic reaction to him getting yeeted by ras into the portal (kinda like any of the other ninja “deaths/major injuries”) but im fine with what we got. Except I kinda hate that only nya has an outward reaction in the aftermath. No lloyd reaction no Cole reaction and nothing from Zane and it makes me mad because every other time a ninja had their moment there was a whole team reaction. But I’m feeling like that’s to nitpicky and there’s still ten more episodes to fix that so fingers crossed. But kai also encouraging bonzle to close the portal even if he’s trapped inside is such a kai thing and hit me like a truck. Also him calling bonzle kid dispite her being much much older than him is funny and sweet cuz Kai’s big brother/father figure side is coming through and it’s so sweet. And the ninja never quit line is so great I was sobbing even more after that. (Tho I don’t know why he said he got it from Lloyd when it would have made more sense to have it be from master wu cuz that’s where he learned it but eh whatever).

While im really happy about kai finally getting some well deserved angst im also very anxious about it too. This could be the perfect opportunity for the writers to just conveniently forget about him for a while and idk if i could sit through that. Kai is a huge part of why I watch ninjago and he’s always been handed the shortest stick character development wise and technically he never got his own focus season either (and no i dont count the pilots because that focused mainly on all the ninja and was only two episodes, i also don’t count season four because it was more a group season, and season 11 doesn’t count because he got a half baked b plot that sucked) I’m very worried that I will loose enjoyment in the show because I dropped the show out of disappointment after season 11 because A LOT of premonitional material made it seem like a kai season and I got my hopes up and was let down so much. I’m very cautious when getting excited about things involving kai in particular because of that and I’m just hoping the writers don’t fuck it up.

Ok that’s enough negativity for once. I’m so excited for more and am foaming at the mouth for more!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai jiang #kai smith #kai <3 #ninjago dragons rising #kai ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #nya smith #nya jiang #zane julien #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago dr spoilers #ninjago spoilers #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #ninjago dragons rising season 2 #sorry for any spelling mistakes I just wrote this a quickly as possible #I’m excited but also cautious per usual #us kai fans are eating good tho

[detectiveichijouji]

Case 15 - Many digi-plushies per second?!

[AO3 version]

Now that they had witnessed not only digimon could use those fragments but also human beings… The 02 group and Arsenemon -- respectively -- had to be extra cautious collecting them. Which means they had to collect them BEFORE it got in contact with someone’s strong feelings or desires.

“A stranger in a hood gave that piece to a student from Miyako-san’s school…”

Ken was musing in the morning, while heading to school. He wasn’t that upset that they slipped a little and let Arsenemon catch the Digimental fragment (the one to be mad is Daisuke and Daisuke only though) and he was curious about Daisuke’s report about the talk with Arsenemon previously…

“That’s something you might not believe me, so I will spare you from the details for now…”

What would be… Arsenemon’s goal with those pieces?

“Ah, look look! My keychain is a cute Pokomon plush, isn’t it cute?” “Like those digimon those students have at school?? Aww, I want one!!”

Wormmon was on Ken’s back, as they passed by a few girls from another school, chatting about a cute digimon plush. But something sounded weird to him, and he tried to catch Ken’s attention when… Ken was still stuck inside his musings.

“Ken-chan, that plush was… Was creepy…”

“Hm?” Ken looked at Wormmon, he was really not listening at all (sadly?)

“A girl with a Pokomon keychain… I thought that was scary.”

“Oh… She might have made it herself, some people like their partners enough to craft art based on them to demonstrate their affection.”

“... Y-you wouldn’t make a plush of me, would you?”

“If you don’t like the idea, then I won’t make one” he laughed lightly.

Wormmon looked behind and  to the girls in the distance. He didn’t like that Pokomon plush at all…

After school and at the usual  karaoke booth, Ken met the other five looking at something with the digimon completely disconcerted by what Miyako had in hands.

Ken and Wormmon approached, and then they realized the object everyone was staring at was… A digimon plush.

“It’s pretty cute…” Takeru smiled, “What is this digimon, I never had seen before.”

“It’s a Bowmon keychain!” Miyako replied, with some excitement, “They didn’t have a Poromon so I picked the cutest from the shop.”

“Ah! It’s one of those dolls again!” Wormmon panicked when he saw the Bowmon keychain.

“Huh? What’s wrong with Wormmon?” Miyako blinked.

“Miyako…” Daisuke called her, then gestured to the doll, “I think the digimon didn’t like you buying this thing. It’s like having a doll of your sister or friend.”

“Daisuke-san,” Iori said, deadpan, “I don’t think having a toy replica of ourselves is that strange, however there might exist another reason for the digimon to be acting strangely…”

“Hm?” he looked at the digimon, clueless, “What’s wrong everyone?”

Hikari was also too quiet… She sensed something strange there, so she said in a cryptic voice:

“That doll is not a doll. It’s a real digimon turned into a doll.”

Takeru shivered with that, and took a look at the plush again, “Y-you’re right… I didn’t notice it was… It was that case.”

“Guys?” Ken raised an eyebrow, “Are you…”

“A… A real digimon!?” Miyako panicked, holding it with caution this time, “I… I didn’t know I’m sorry I have no idea what to do to help them I--”

“If that’s a digimon how can we turn it back to normal!?!” Daisuke babbled, “Maybe if we point the digivice at it--”

“GUYS!”

They all looked at Ken, in silence.

“If someone is selling real digimon as stuffed toys… We should calm down and track them down and undo their spell.”

“That’s right!” V-mon nodded, “We can do it and end the reign of the creepy living digimon dolls!”

“But didn’t Piemon turn everyone into dolls once?” Patamon commented, “He turned everyone but Takeru, Hikari and me.”

“You think it’s a Piemon doing those, Patamon?” Tailmon asked, seriously. She decided to not join the trolling but it had such an effect on the others except for her, Hikari and Takeru. 

(Daisuke & Vee: WAIT WHAT!? CAN WE ALL TURN INTO A PLUSHIE THEN!? ARE WE DOOMED?! / Miyako: I don’t want to turn into a doll!! / Hawkmon: I’ll protect you, Miyako-san!! / Armadimon: Whoa we never heard of that part of the story before… / Iori: I would like to not become an inanimate object… / Wormmon: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! / Ken: … I don’t think panicking will help us at all… But I’d prefer to not turn into a stuffed toy as well…)

“Patamon, I don’t think it’s a Piemon…” Takeru interrupted them, “it can be any other magician digimon. I’m not implying it’s a Wizardmon either…”

“Yeah, Piemon is gone!” Patamon said cheerfully, “Heaven’s Gate absorbed him and now his data might have turned into scrap~”

“Patamon…” Takeru sighed, but he could see Daisuke whispering to the rest of the gang:

“Ya know, let’s make a deal to never fight Takeru and Patamon for real, no matter what happens.”

They all nodded in agreement.

The shop was full of humans and digimon buying toys. The owner was a good old man who loved to bring joy to any customer -- be them little children or elders. But… Something happened once he had hired a new employee…

It was when those digimon ‘plushies’ started to sell like hot cakes.

 In the meantime, the 02 group received a case from the Village of the Beginning’s caretaker Elecmon regarding baby digimon going missing. Takeru took it personally and promised Elecmon that they would retrieve the babies and bring them back.

Someone else was interested in that toy shop though… Hearing some rumors about that toy store.

“It might be here. The mentioned toy store which has this new charismatic employee able to sell those odd-looking plushies.”

“What’s special about this one, Mizuki?” Lunamon asked her human partner.

“I sense bad energies coming inside… Besides… Those plushies…”

“Hm?”

“... They’re too cute to be a good deal! It must be a terrible evil scheme of the owner!”

“H-huh??”

“They’re too perfect to be plushies, Lunamon!” and then she whispered to herself: Too cute, it must be illegal…

“Is that the store you got that Bowmon?” Lune heard Daisuke’s voice, “Wow, there’s a huge line outside…!!”

“Don’t you think we should’ve called Ken for this?” V-mon asked Daisuke. Him, Daisuke, Miyako, Hawkmon, Hikari and Tailmon went to check it out together. The other group went to the Digital World to investigate the Village of the Beginnings in order to search for clues.

“Yeah, two Jogress digimon is better than one…” he sighed, it was Miyako who dragged him and V-mon with them…

“Shush,” Miyako stared at them, “We might need a decoy.”

“W-why am I the decoy!?”

“Daisuke-kun… Wouldn’t you like to buy a little YukimiBotamon plush for me…?” Hikari smiled at him, and he blushed.

“R-right! I will buy you the tiny digimon plush…” He blushed, and then stepped inside the store.

Lune hid behind in the alley next to the building, and watched them getting in.

“Hmmm…” She and Lunamon were thoughtful.

“What should we do, Mizuki…?”

“They already defended those promoting digimon fights, I can’t forgive them. They won’t get in my way this time…”

“Oho, you’re planning something, right, right?”

Lune smirked. She had something in mind.

The trio and their digimon started inspecting the store, looking for anything suspicious there, but all they found so far were toys of the TV series they were into, like the current lineup for tokusatsu series in 2008. Hikari looked at the aisle only to find Daisuke gushing about the transformation items for one of those series.

“I think they’re cool! You can’t fight me about that! The red guy is the strongest guy, always has been like this!”

“No, no! The black ranger is the coolest in this series, you shouldn’t dismiss his smooth sharp shooting abilities just because he’s not the main lead!”

… He was discussing it with Miyako, right now.

“You’re sayin’ it because you have a crush on him, I’m talking about spirit!”

“And you’re talking about how you only like guys who’re exactly like you”

“Not true, I--”

“What are you doing?” Tailmon asked, squinting her eyes at them. They stopped and looked at the cat-like digimon and Hikari.

“...!!” then they just babbled something not understandable and then went back to their investigation.

“Meh, Daisuke you shouldn’t get so fired up about fictional heroes” V-mon frowned, “I mean, you’re a real hero… What if someone is looking up on us?”

“... I don’t know, I don’t think anyone recognize us her--”

“AAA, ISN’T THOSE THE FAMOUS CHOSEN CHILDREN!?”

Daisuke and V-mon looked behind them and saw a group of people gossiping about something, looking at them, then at Miyako and Hawkmon, and at Hikari and Tailmon.

“I didn’t expect them to be here…”“What if they’re looking for a bad guy? Should I be concerned??”“Maybe they’re just passing by…”

“We can’t let them be panicked if we tell the truth about the plushies,” Hikari told Miyako and Daisuke, who replied with a silent nod.

It was when Miyako spotted the charming employee staring at them, she was biting her lips when she heard about the presence of the Chosen Children in the store. She approached them, after she finished attending to another customer. She was a blonde woman with short and blond hair, and blue eyes hidden by glasses with cat-eye frames.

“Welcome to Kunizaki Toys, how can I help you?” she said with a cheerful tone.

“Oh… We’re just looking for a toy for my little sibling” Hikari replied before either Miyako or Daisuke could. 

But they all noticed the name on the pin in the employee’s apron -- Sally le Fay. But something else caught the digimon’s attention -- the pendant she had in her necklace was… a broken piece of the forbidden Digimental. So something is suspicious about this le Fay person… Daisuke blurted out that they came to buy a KiBat-belt item and this is what they had done.

They left the store… staring at Daisuke for spending their money on that toy.

“What? If we didn’t buy something for Hikari-chan’s ‘little sibling’ they would’ve suspected us!!”

“Right, right… We believe you” Miyako shook her head…

※ he bought for himself, everyone knows that. ※ now he owes Miyako and Hikari favors for the purchase, and it's not like this won't be important later...

Espimon detected another piece while snooping as usual but she was seen by the kids on their way to the Ichijouji’s residence (the boys had been back already, and combined to meet them soon) as she just bumped on Daisuke by accident and then making him drop the package on her arms:

“W-WAIT!! THIEF!!”

“T-THIEF!?” Espimon panicked, “A-AH I’M NOT A THIEF I’M AAAAH!!” and she ran away with the package in hands.

“COME BACK HERE!!” Daisuke and V-mon went after her, with Miyako, Hawkmon, Hikari and Tailmon coming next, trying to help him.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--AAAA-AAAAAAAAH!!”

Espimon turned in an alley in which they all found her…!!

“GOT YA, THIEF!!” Daisuke and V-mon jumped to catch Espimon but she flew to the side and they fell on… Noel!?

“ACK! M-MOTOMIYA-SAN…!!”

“GAH, I’M SO SORRY DUDE!!” Daisuke got up, V-mon reverted into Chibimon due to the impact and rolled to the side, then Daisuke helped the other boy to get up, “We were after that flying thief-- Huh?”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!” Espimon hid behind Noel, and then dropped the toy on the floor (Hawkmon caught it for Daisuke next), “SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRY I DIDN’T WANT TOOOOOOOO!!”

Hikari tilted her head, “Huh, Noel-kun what were you doing here…?”

“... I lost my wallet here…” He said, nonchalantly. He then looked at Espimon, “What were you doing, Miss Espimon…?”

“Do you know that ‘mon?” V-mon asked innocently, “Weren’t you trying to steal us…?”

“No no no no!!” Espimon babbled, “A-also I’m Noel’s…!”

“... Partner. She’s my digimon partner,” he replied, still calm. Espimon blinked.

“I thought you had no digimon partn--” Daisuke began, but then remembered that every single day a new human gets partnered with a digimon. So now he was smiling, “Oh man! You got partnered with a digimon! I knew it would happen sooner!!”

However, Tailmon was not convinced about that, but can she argue with Daisuke though??

The trio and their digimon then said ‘see you later’ to Noel and left, going to Ken’s house. Espimon sighed relieved and she glanced at the boy:

“Why did you say that? You don’t own a digivice…!!”

“Don’t worry about the details, I will take care of that,” Noel smiled at her, however his entire personality seemed to have gone on a 180º flip, “Besides you were in a hurry… What is it?”

“A… A fragment!” she spoke quickly, “I’ve detected a fragment.”

“Hmm… Where?”

“Kunizaki Toys, the same place the Chosen Children were.”

“I see… thank you, mademoiselle Espimon,” He smiled again, “Now… shall we do it? Ah I need to do something first…”

“Ah, you mean… Right! I’ll search for them!!”

Ken served some tea and cookies for the group. His mother and father were at work so the apartment was quiet. Once the group gathered there, the silence was broken, filled by the chattering of six kids and six digimon.

“So… What did y’all get?” Daisuke asked the other three boys, even before talking about what he, Miyako and Hikari had discovered.

“We didn’t find anything suspicious in the village,” Iori reported their investigation, “Did you discover something at the toy store?”

“Hmm… Not much,” Hikari frowned, “We talked with the new employee from the rumors… But we didn’t see anything wrong with her…”

“I did, however, notice something in her,” Tailmon spoke, with a serious tone, “She had one of the pieces of the Digimental of Desire in her necklace.”

“Did you!?” Miyako blinked, “A-ah that’s right she had something like that…”

“Her name is Sally le Fay” V-mon commented, “I never heard of a name like that before…”

“You said ‘le Fay’…?” Takeru repeated, “That name was in a book I was reading once…”

“A book?” Armadimon asked.

“You must be thinking about ‘Morgan le Fay’ “ Ken explained, “one of the most known witches from the Arthurian legend. That surely is an interesting name for an employee…”

“So we’re dealing with a real witch?” Daisuke babbled, “You gotta be kiddin’ me!”

“We have to check it ou--”

Suddenly, a black card with a golden balloon appeared inside the apartment. The balloon popped and the black card, with a golden cat paw in its back, fell in the center of the table where they were gathered.

“A calling card!” They all exclaimed.

“What did it say!?” Patamon asked, energetically.

Ken took the card from the center of the table and read it aloud, “Dear Chosen Detectives, I’ll be taking the Digimental fragment from the Kunizaki Toys employee Sally le Fay tonight.”

“Ok, so we will handle this!” Daisuke clenched his fists, “I’m pretty sure if we ask her to give us the fragment she will understand!”

“Wait a minute…” Takeru interrupted them, while checking his D-Terminal, “Elecmon spotted someone in the village… He wants us to go after that suspect.”

“Like, right now?” Daisuke asked.

“We will handle this ourselves,” Patamon replied and then looked at Takeru, “Right, Takeru?”

Takeru nodded his head.

“So… same group roster?” Wormmon asked, “Ken-chan, Takeru-san and Iori-san go after the suspect… And Daisuke-san, Miyako-san and Hikari-san will go after Arsenemon?”

“Sounds good for me,” Tailmon nodded.

“Then… Chosen Children let’s ROLL!!” Miyako said with excitement.

The group splitted in two groups and went back into action. Ken went with Takeru and Iori because he was sure something was connecting the toy shop to the disappearance of the baby digimon. Something…

Something…

“Where did you see the suspect, Elecmon?” Takeru asked the guardian of the town.

“Hmm, it went there…”  Elecmon pointed to the south of the village, “And then another batch of babies vanished…!”

“Huh, was it a human or a digimon?” Armadimon asked.

“A digimon…! It had the scent of a digimon… But it had a human-like form.”

“Human-like form…” Iori mused, “We know a few digimon who fall under this description, but I don’t think it could be someone we know, could it be??”

“Like, Arukenimon and Mummymon?” Patamon asked.

“Their digieggs were never found though…” Takeru frowned, that thought made the entire party sorrowful, but Iori seemed a little… uneasy?

“Hmm… I think I saw a shiny pendant on that digimon, but I couldn't see it well from this distance.”

“Interesting…” Ken mused, then he used his earpiece to talk with the other party, “Did you find Sally le Fay?”

“We went to the address Arsenemon left in the calling card but…” Hikari replied.

“We were sent right back to the store” Miyako completed the line.

“Huh??” Takeru blinked, “Did you say the address sent you back to the toy shop?”

“Yeah, we’re right there and… oddly, the door is unlocked” Daisuke reported, “We will get inside. Did you find somethin’ else there in the village?”

“Elecmon saw a human-like digimon with a shiny pendant in the south of the village,” Iori explained to the other group via the earpiece, “The babies from that area have disappeared.”

“... That’s strang-- Ah, what’s this!?” Daisuke exclaimed.“Be quiet!!” Miyako spoke.

“What’s wrong?” Takeru asked, but there was no answer in return.

“Do you think something happened to them?” Patamon asked Takeru.

“Not sure… Huh, where’s Ichijouji-kun?”

“I found something,” they heard Ken’s voice. Then, the kids and the digimon went in the direction of Ken’s voice.

They stood in front of something peculiar …

“Is that…!!” they all exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Daisuke, Miyako and Hikari were not replying because they just saw Sally le Fay inside the store’s employee area. They didn’t want to call her attention yet but something else happened -- a crash in the window.

The trio and the mons looked at the broken window and found a shadow with long hair tied in a low ponytail, resembling a cat’s tail. There he was, Arsenemon.

“I never expected you to be doing this, mademoiselle… ”

“Oh if it is not the showoff kitten,” Sally smirked, “I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“Don’t worry, I do care. I do care about what you are doing right now. Non mais, quelle honte!! ”

“I always hated you adopting a human accent!” Sally snapped, “Then… You’re after this, right?” the pendant in her necklace was shiny strangely, “I will make all the money and profit with this scheme, I will be rich! And kick mr. Kunizaki out of his business.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!” Daisuke cried, and he and the others appeared in the room, “So you’re the one kidnapping the digimon and turning them into dolls!!”

“Tsk, the Chosen Children.”

“And we’re going to retrieve the pieces you stole, Arsenemon!!”

“My, my…” Arsenemon sighed, “I think we have a bigger problem to deal with here, mon ami… ”  

“Enough, I will not let either of you stop me!” Sally grabbed the Digimental fragment and it glowed. She evolved into Ex-Tyrannomon .

“You had to make her mad!?” Miyako snapped at Daisuke.

“S-sorry…” he frowned.

Ex-Tyrannomon roared and threw eerie black orbs against everyone, they had to dodge them. Arsenemon used his own magic spells to protect himself, meanwhile the kids… Well, they were at a disadvantage. Their digimon couldn’t evolve inside the store either!!

“Miyako, WATCH OUT!!” Daisuke screamed the moment he saw one of the orbs coming into her direction. He shoved her to the ground, but he had no time to dodge it himself. He got hit and then something fell on the floor.

“DAISUKE(-KUN)” the girls screamed, and then V-mon grabbed what looked like a plush doll Daisuke from the spot his partner was.

“You will pay for this!” V-mon stared at Sally.

“Oh? Let’s see if you ca-- ARGH!!” Suddenly Stingmon appeared from nowhere and shoved Sally outside the store by the window.

“Stingmon??” Hawkmon exclaimed, and then he and the others saw Ken, Takeru and Iori coming out of a gate near them.

“So as I presumed…” Ken spoke seriously, “This was a digital gate…”

“Ichijouji-kun!” Hikari smiled, but they had no time to ask questions…

“Huh, where’s Daisuke-kun?” Takeru noticed only the girls and the three digimon were in front of them. V-mon then showed the boys the doll in his hands, “Yikes…!”

“You should be careful with that digimon” Arsenemon looked at them, “Ex-Tyrannomon is the one turning everything into those plushies.”

“Without Daisuke we can’t use Jogress evolution…” V-mon frowned, “Please, everyone beat her to undo the spell…!!”

“Understood,” Iori nodded, he then glanced at Takeru and Patamon, “Takeru-san.”

“Alright.”

“We will go too,” Hikari said with a serious glare, “Miyako-san, please.”

“Okay! Let’s get that piece from her and turn her back to human again!”

“About that, I…” Ken was about to say something, but the four and their digimon went outside.

“Hm, what is it?” V-mon looked at Ken, innocently.

“Nevermind… I’ll tell them that later…”

With Silphymon and Shakkoumon on the battlefield, things seemed disadvantageous for Sally le Fay. Arsenemon was helping them sorta, using his own magic tricks to protect Silphymon and Shakkoumon.

“Can you do that move again?” V-mon shouted at Arsenemon, “The one you used against Hipprogriffomon?”

“Hmm…?” Arsenemon looked at V-mon from a distance. But he seemed to be looking at the Daisuke plushie in the digimon’s arms. He then muttered something.

In the middle of the battle, Stingmon is hit by those orbs for a moment and is turned into a plush toy just like Daisuke and the baby digimon victims. Ken clenched his fist, he still didn’t get one weak point from Ex-Tyrannomon so far… Was he really unable to help in this situation?

I was the Digimon Kaiser a long time ago… And yet!! -- he cursed his intellect being inferior from his past self. He didn’t want to become a tyrant again, but if he had the same knowledge he had when he was the Kaiser…!! He looked again around, inside and outside of the store. He had to find something to help them out…!!

Arsenemon’s right hand was involved with the same black blue aura and then he dashed like a bullet in the enemy’s direction.

“Malchanceux!!” He shouted and then hit Ex-Tyrannomon with said hand. 

Ken blinked, and asked from that distance, “What do you plan to do with that??”

“Use it on her!” V-mon ordered, and then Ken looked to V-mon next to him. Was he…??

Ex-Tyrannomon growled,”I won’t let you use THAT on me!!” then she tried using the same technique against Arsenemon, BUT!! Nothing happened, “W-WHAT!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?”

“Ah, mademoiselle Sally, I’ve stolen your technique. Now I could turn you into a plush and end this here, or…”

“G-gh!! You wouldn’t…!!”

“You’re using a broken Digimental to evolve” he said with a serious voice, “Undo it right now before you run amok.”

“What?!” the kids (minus Ken) and their partners exclaimed in shock, same is said about Sally’s facial expression.

“Makes sense” Ken mused, “the digimon and people are attracted by the pieces, and then they evolve… And if they stay merged with the piece for a long time…”

“Now, Silphymon, Shakkoumon!!” V-mon yelled.

Silphymon gathered energy into one sphere in their hands and then shot it against Ex-Tyrannomon, “TOP GUN!!”

“Nigimitama” Shakkoumon then released exploding clay disks against the enemy at the same time.

The two attack techniques combined into one and hit Ex-Tyrannomon, who couldn’t dodge them all that fast. With this, Silphymon flew at supersonic speed and removed the pendant from Sally’s necklace, undoing the evolution and thus the spell on everyone else.

V-mon placed the Daisuke doll on the floor, which then reverted into Daisuke himself. V-mon jumped on Daisuke’s arms, who was yet confused about what happened to himself. Stingmon also turned back into a living being, though he devolved back into Wormmon. Ken gently took him with his arms and gave him a tight hug. Wormmon also was not well aware what happened while he was turned into a toy though…

“You helped us again,” Silphymon (Tailmon side) glanced at Arsenemon, “But why?”

“You won’t believe me,” the burglar answered with a serious tone, “But I’m not your ennemi , Chosen Detectives.”

“We won’t let you have this piece, dagya” Shakkoumon (Ankylomon side) stood in front of Silphymon. “You will have to fight us first!” And then they (the Angemon side) threatened him.

“My my…” Arsenemon chuckled, “I don’t need this piece for now. I just wanted to help an old friend from breaking through some nasty greed rampage.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Hikari tilted her head.

Sally woke up and then looked at all of those people, “The Chosen Children and… Arsenemon? What are you doing here…?”

“Oh! Maybe Sally is Arsenemon’s partner!”

“About that,” Ken cleaned his throat, “I have to report.”

“Oh, I don’t need to hide myself from the saviors of the Digital World” Sally said, a little ashamed of her actions, she snapped her fingers and turned back into her original form -- Witchmon .

“A DIGIMON!?” they exclaimed, except for Ken, Iori and Takeru.

“Makes sense when you realize Sally le Fay is a name combined from ‘Sally the Witch’ and ‘Morgan le Fay’,” Takeru explained.

“And we realized it was a digimon in disguise when Elecmon said it had a human shape, but the scent of a digimon,” Iori added.

“Then I found this digital gate opened to the toy shop, which confirmed our suspicion” Ken finished their report.

“Oh…”

“But… How did you get this piece?” Miyako asked, “Don’t tell me you got it from a strange hooded person too…”

Witchmon nodded, but this didn’t surprise anyone. If Koubara Takuya got a Digimental fragment this same way…

“Who’s this person-or-digimon though!?” Daisuke growled.

The other day, the news reported some fraud at Kunizaki Toys and that the store was closed. Of course this was Lune’s fault -- She and Soleil took advantage of that, and went right after the store’s owner. The poor man was so intimidated by those creepy digimon that he decided to confess his crimes. Despite that there was… No crime committed by himself, only by Sally/Witchmon under the control of the fragment.

The 02 Group was confused about it. But they couldn’t do anything to help the man…

… But Lune was feeling so happy, making the group suspicious of her behavior.

Why is Lune and Soleil involved in those cases…??Are either of them…?!

#young prince detective ichijouji ken #02 team digimon case files

[clovermarigold]

Water & Whiskey Chap.1

Erwin x Reader

This is going to be among one of the shorter chapters, I plan to write longer ones in the future.PS. There isn't enough Erwin Fics out there. Same for Mike, might write a fic for him too if people are interested (who am I kidding I'm a Mike simp, I'll do it anyways)

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"Right on time" you sigh, entering the building, escaping the pouring rain. You had made a habit of showing up to work an hour early every day. Show up early, go to the dressing room, change, do your hair, put on some makeup, then fake it till you make it. "Evenin' Hannes. I see you've gotten a head start" Hannes was a nice man, and as per usual he was already drunk by the time you arrived. "Only a little," he laughs, "good luck, we got guests tonight". It was no secret that the Rose inn was no mom and pop's store. Hell, even the police knew its true nature. Though they also knew better than to say anything about it. Behind those tattered curtains and God-awful rugs disguised to make the place look clean and legal, was a cesspool of drugs, alcohol, guns, and death. And unfortunately, you found yourself in the center of it all, at least during weekday nights.

The Trost squeakeasy was among the better bars in the city. Large with a steady rotation of musicians and entertainment. Entertainers who were paid rather handsomely you had found when you had received your first paycheck. It wasn't anything groundbreaking or ridiculous, but it was enough to pay for your crappy apartment and put food on the table. Unfortunately like all things; in order for something to be this nice, someone needs to pay for it. And in this case, it was the mob, or at least one of them. You didn't bother to ask which. While your parents had left you alone in the world after being caught in the crossfires of a turf war that broke out into the streets, they had done well raising you. Be smart, but don't be mouthy. Your father had taught you that words were knives, and that they could be turned back at you in the blink of an eye. But more importantly to be cautious of who you pointed 'em at. You had only worked at the Trost for five months, but truth be told this was the longest you had ever been able to keep a job. You weren't bad at it by any means, but less popular bars had a habit of cutting budgets and dropping your pay whenever they felt like it. Hell, your previous boss had just cut your pay in half when you heard about this job. It was a rundown joint downtown. You were about to head home when a Hannes approached you. He was obviously drunk, but sober enough to talk straight (enough). At first you expected you were going to need to call security. What you didn't expect was him telling you giving a job offer. It was a quick interview and test performance, and the next day you had the job. It was far better than your previous employment. You smile at him as you make your way to the back. On the way one of the tables let out a small cheer and friendly hellos. They were the regulars, and no doubt because they worked for the mob that owned the place. You a small laugh and a wave. "Better to stay on their good sides". The sound of the audience erupting into claps and hollers told you that the previous band had finished. The curtains drew closed and the band excited to the left as you stepped up. "Deep breathes" you said eyes shut as they announced your name to the crowd. And the curtains opened. Hannes was right; there were far more faces than you were used to. Many that you didn't recognize which was unusual. You began to sing your set without mistake. It was a slow song, something for drinking whiskey and playing cards rather than dancing. Little did you know, far in the back were a pair of piercing blue eyes narrowed on you. Just waiting for a chance to catch you alone. __________________________________________

"Erwin! It's been too long" Pixis greeted as he exited his car, Levi in tow. "I agree. It seems you've really cleaned up the place". Pixis laughs "Not too much, I hope. Come inside". Erwin's men spread throughout the bar, ordering drinks and winding down, guns resting on their hips just in case. "So, how's business?". The two sit as a man pours them both drinks. "Good enough, though the MPs have been giving us a hard time" Pixis sighs. "Don't they always". It had been a while since Erwin had come to The Garrison's bar; Trost. He went back far with Pixis, hell even Nile. Nile tended to be a pain when it came to the business side of things, but he was still reliable. "Now, why did you call me here?" Erwin asks. Pixis remains silent for a moment, swirling the ice in his glass before answering. "Zeke has been making things increasingly difficult on our end". Zeke Jaeger's Warriors had been the only real threat to the Paradise alliance; alliance between the Garrison, Scouts, and MPs.

"There's talk on the docks" Erwin cocks a brow as he takes a drag from his cigar. "Some of your men might be dirty, just thought I'd give you a heads up" Pixis puts his hands up in a surrender opting to take a sip of his drink.

"I see. Thank you, Pixis. And I suppose it won't be too much to ask for an exchange for some of your men". "Already arranged" he gestures to Levi, who lets out a tsk.

Erwin leaned back in his chair as he looked out across the men in the bar, wondering which would be the ones to betray him. It wouldn't be the first time Zeke had tried to place spies within his ranks. Erwin's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the next performer's name being announced followed by the opening of the curtains.

The sound of your voice echoing throughout the room was what finally got Erwin to turn away from Pixis. You were new, or at least since he had last been to the Trost. And it seemed that Erwin was not the only one's attention you had caught. The majority of his men had gone silent, opting to drink and watch as you effortlessly glided across the stage. Well... now he was interested.

Pixis looked up from his drink to see Erwin's gaze focused intensely on you. "Ha! Oh no! I said you could take some of my men, not one of my girls" Erwin put on his charming smile, slightly perturbed to be read so easily "And why not". "Because you never brought the last one back," he laughed.

Erwin thought back to the last woman he had let into his life and grimaced. It had been a particularly bad experience that had left him loath to becoming romantically entangled with anyone else. Though, that had been several years ago and the pretty little lady on stage simply made him too curious. Setting his hurt aside he put on his snide smile and tilted his head, "It's hardly my fault she didn't want to leave" he said with a smarmy charm causing Levi to roll his eyes.

"Yes, well, make sure this one shows up for work tomorrow" Pixis says, shaking his head. The Trost erupted with cheers as your song ended and you walked off stage for your break. And like clockwork Erwin stood.

"He never learns" Levi groans as he walks away towards a table of new recruits to scold for making a mess.

#erwin x reader #attack on titan #mafia au #mafia erwin

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)

PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)

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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.

“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?” 

Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with. 

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.

Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed. 

That was two months ago. 

Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week. 

As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out. 

“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.

“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.

“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.

“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”

“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.

“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.

“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.

Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time. 

One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out. 

“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you. 

“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.

“No, I think I’m ok.”

Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow. 

You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous. 

“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.

“I’m not too hungry,” you said.

Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up. 

You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink. 

“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.

“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.

“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.

“Wanda,” Nat warned. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”

Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.

“Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“What?” you played dumb.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”

“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.

“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.

“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him? 

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.

“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”

“Ok,” you sniffled. 

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.

“No I just need you,” you whispered. 

“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.

“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.

“You told the girls?”

“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I love you.”

Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.

You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons. 

Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good. 

Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you. 

Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off. 

Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds. 

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.

“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.

“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”

“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth. 

“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.

“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said. 

You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.

He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.

You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria. 

The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good. 

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.

“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.

“But what about-”

“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.

“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.

“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.

“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.

“Two types of daddy.”

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bleeding for you | jjk

genre; angst, fluff

pairing; EMT!jungkook x female reader

✎ summary; In which it’s just another quiet night at the fire station until there’s an alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.

word count; 3,367

based on a request by anon; It's a Jungkook au, where he's a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he'd slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.

warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkook’s crying a whole lot, i’m sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew

a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and let’s be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Grey’s Anatomy because those are the only shows I’ve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!

ps. it’s heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe

The clock ticks on the wall and there are sounds of cars passing by once in a while outside on the street. Jungkook is staring silently at the TV in the staff room, his eyes focused on the ball that moves around between the football players. He’s bored, sighing deeply to himself as he drops his head back against the back of the couch he’s currently slouching on. Namjoon, Jungkook’s partner, plops down beside him, a sandwich on a plate for him to eat for dinner. He looks happily at his sandwich, more than excited to bite into it and finally getting a chance to continue reading his book for once.

Jungkook hates quiet nights at the firestation. He despises them. It makes him think of all the other things he could be doing instead – an example being at home, in bed with you; his fiancé. A title you recently had gained after Jungkook finally got the courage to get down on one knee for you, asking you to be his for the rest of his life. Just the thought of the happiness he felt that night made butterflies erupt in his stomach, suddenly daydreaming about your smile and the way you always manage to make him feel like he’s floating on a pink cloud. He’s totally whipped, but only for you.

His daydream is quickly interrupted by the sound of Namjoon chewing his sandwich loudly, making Jungkook glare at him with disgust. Namjoon, the charming person that he is, looks back at Jungkook in confusion.

“What?” Namjoon blurts with his mouth filled with a bite of his disgusting sandwich. Jungkook shakes his head at him, turning back to the boring game that’s unfolding on the TV. He really hates quiet nights. 

After half an hour and still nothing, Jungkook groans and gets up from the couch to wander around, causing Namjoon to look at him again with tired eyes. “What’s going on, Jeon?” He asks, flipping a page in his psychology novel.

“Nothing’s going on,” Jungkook grumbles, tired of just sitting around, “absolutely nothing.” 

Namjoon is about to tell Jungkook to sit down and relax for once but the alarm beats him to it, sounding loudly throughout the entire fire station. “Squad 3, truck 81 and 82, ambo 65, 78 and 32 – bigger car crash on the 5th highway, multiple victims,” Taehyung from the alarm center's voice booms throughout the fire station’s rooms. Jungkook’s eyes widen and so do Namjoon’s. They’re quick to move, book, sandwich and football match long forgotten as they run to their unit. Jungkook jumps in the driver’s seat, buckling up faster than ever. His partner is fast to join him and buckling up as Jungkook speeds out of the garage at the fire station and onto the road. Jungkook’s focused, eyebrow knitted together in concentration and the urge to do what he does the best – save some lives.

The highway is chaotic once Jungkook and Namjoon arrive as the first ones at the scene, multiple cars lying around – on the hood, on the side and some crushed to the point of where it’s not even a car anymore. It looks worse than anything they have ever experienced and it’s slightly terrifying but they’re headstrong as they grab their medical bags and run off to a random car each. Squad 3 and the firetrucks pull up not long after Jungkook and Namjoon’s arrival, all of them getting out quickly and getting to work, trying to see if they can save all victims or just the majority of them.

The first car Jungkook reaches is empty, the driver of it luckily managed to get himself out before any sort of rescue arrived. He seems fine, his car almost not even scratched. “Sir, are you alright?” Jungkook asks, doing his job in making sure the man is alright before continuing to another car. The man nods, waving a hand at Jungkook.

“Please go see some of the others, I’m fine!” He almost sobs, clearly traumatized by the car accident.

Jungkook nods at that, giving him one last look all over before heading on to the next car. He looks around in his haste to get to the next one, stopping abruptly in his tracks as he spots a familiar looking car. It can’t be, he thinks to himself as he turns to look at the car properly. His chest tightens at the thought, feeling himself hastily moving closer to the car as tears begin to form in his eyes. It doesn’t occur to him until a hand dangling from the window catches his attention as he gets closer, the diamond ring confirming his worst fear.

“No, no, no!” Jungkook shouts in a mix of terror, anger and his heart breaking into a million pieces, tears already falling from his eyes as he runs up to the car, his hands trembling. Pain shoots through him at the sight of you, body limp and unconscious, face battered in bruises and wounds and there’s blood on your beautiful, white shirt and he prays to God that isn’t yours but who is he even trying to fool? Of course, it’s yours. “No, please, no!”

From the other side of the highway, Namjoon spots Jungkook scrambling towards the car that he, too, finds awfully familiar. His eyes widen at the sight as realisation hits him. 

“Shit!” He hisses, making sure the victim he’s treating is okay before running towards Jungkook, heart beating a hundred miles per hour. All he can think about is getting his partner away from the car which is lying on its side. “Kook!”

Namjoon has to pull harder than he expected as he reaches Jungkook. He isn’t willing to let go of the car, hands reaching for your unconscious body that is still, thankfully, buckled up in the driver’s seat. You hear nothing of Jungkook’s cries as he’s pulled away by his partner and best friend. “____! Baby, please wake up, please!”

The sight in front of them is nothing but a real life nightmare, the scene only a fear of Jungkook’s until tonight. Namjoon has no idea how to calm his partner down as he pulls him away. His heart is breaking at the sound of Jungkook’s sobs, his chest heaving for air as he looks at the broken car, which was nicely parked in the parking lot of his and yours apartment building when he left for work this morning. He watches it being pulled apart to reach you, the EMTs of Ambo 78 tending to your wounds and body, trying their best to support you until they get you to the hospital.

They lift you into the ambulance, Jungkook’s body working automatically as he tries to jump into the back of the ambulance and ride with you to make sure that they’re taking care of you the right way. This isn’t just another victim, it’s you, Jeon Jungkook’s fiancé. Namjoon holds him back, using all his strength because a sad, terrified Jungkook is stronger than he ever could’ve imagined.

“Hyung, please, I need to go with her!” Jungkook cries, glancing quickly at the man holding him back, before looking back at the ambulance you’re now in. They close the doors, hurriedly getting in the front and speed off. “For fuck’s sake, Namjoon, let me go!”

Namjoon shakes his head, “I need you to calm down first, Kook. You’re not thinking clearly.”

Jungkook thinks that’s the biggest load of bullshit he’s ever heard. He whirls around, not in the mood for his best friend’s psychology shit. “I swear, I will punch you,” he sneers, eyes watery and cheeks stricken with tears. Namjoon stares back at him, lips in a tight line and eyes wide because he has never seen Jungkook so out of it before. “How am I supposed to calm down when my fucking fiancé is a victim of one of the biggest car crashes we’ve ever witnessed, huh? She’s hurt and unconscious in the back of one of OUR ambulances right now, Joon. Don’t fucking tell me to calm down.”

Despite his harsh words, Namjoon feels sorry for Jungkook. He nods, putting his hands up in surrender. Jungkook breathes out, chest heavy with a feeling he can’t quite describe. He just knows that he doesn’t want to waste another second here, the only place he wants to be is by your side until you wake up and tell him you’re okay.

“At least let me drive you to the hospital?” Namjoon offers, voice hesitant and cautious as he gestures to their ambulance. 

Jungkook sniffs, nodding, “please.”

The ride to the hospital is quiet, tense too. Jungkook is staring straight ahead and not moving, just letting the tears in his eyes fall until he has none left. He’s pretty sure the drive to the hospital usually isn't this long. He feels like he’s been on this ride with Namjoon for hours when really, it has only been at least 15 minutes. 15 minutes too long, he thinks to himself. He could’ve been with you right now, holding your hand while you get sutured up and stitched back to perfection – at least what Jungkook thinks is perfection. However, you’d never agree on that.

Namjoon doesn’t get to say anything before Jungkook’s out of the passenger seat of the ambulance, his body moving almost before Namjoon had parked it. He doesn’t notice anything around him, heading straight for the front desk to ask about your status. The nurse there looks at him with a face that says she’s sorry without even saying the words. Jungkook doesn’t need those words, there’s nothing to be sorry for. People only say they’re sorry when something really bad happens, and as far as Jungkook knows, you’re still alive. You have to be. He hasn’t married you yet.

“My fiancé was brought here not long ago, her name is ____,” Jungkook hurriedly asks, the nurse working quickly to type into her computer. Jungkook taps his foot against the floor in impatience.

“She’s in surgery at the moment,” the nurse says softly, watching as Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat at the news. Namjoon comes up beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “The doctors will find you once they’re done.”

Namjoon nods in appreciation to the nurse, Jungkook stares at nothing in particular, scared he’ll break down in the middle of the entrance of the hospital he so often visits because of his job. “We’ll wait over there,” he tells the nurse, tugging Jungkook along. “Let’s go, Kook.”

Jungkook follows along, sitting down in a seat with Namjoon beside him. He feels like he should be calling his family and yours, yet he can’t think straight and his head is empty for words right now. The only thing on his mind is you and the fact that you’re at risk of dying. He has no idea how serious your injuries are but they’re serious enough to land you on the surgery table. His breathing is short, eyes staring at the floor and ears focusing on the sound of the opening and closing of the doors to the surgery halls. He feels alone even though Namjoon is sitting right beside him, he feels helpless, he feels like he’s been left in the dark. He knows nothing about what’s happening to you and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The thought of losing you brings a new round of tears to his eyes, lips trembling as he fights to keep his sobs inside and not break down in the middle of other people. It’s like Namjoon senses as he gets up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He moves a bit away from Jungkook, speed dialling the only person he knows will be able to comfort his best friend in the slightest. 

Jungkook’s wandering the waiting area, hands tightly intertwined in front of his lips and eyes closed as he walks back and forth in front of Namjoon. It has been at least three hours and his nerves aren’t exactly becoming less the longer it takes for the surgeons to give him some kind of news – any kind would be appreciated by now. He stills as a hand comes to rest against his back, gentle touch that can only belong to one person on this planet. He turns around to face her, her eyes softening at the sight of his red eyes and wet eyelashes.

“Mom,” he croaks out, a sob raking through his body as he crumbles into her embrace.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she coos, wrapping her arms around his tall frame, hugging her sweet, heartbroken son to her chest in the hopes of comforting him just the tiniest bit. They stay like that for a few minutes until Jungkook’s mother breaks the embrace, holding him at arm's length. “I’m sure she will be fine, Jungkook. She’s a strong woman.”

He sniffles, feeling slightly better at his mother’s words. He offers a small, the tiniest, smile. She smiles softly and comfortingly at him, reaching up to wipe his tears away. “You have to be strong too, sweetheart. She needs you to be strong for her.”

Jungkook nods and whispers lowly: “I know, mom.”

“Mr. Jeon?” A voice calls. Jungkook, his mother, and Namjoon whips around to face the doctor who called Jungkook’s name. “Miss ____ is out of surgery. We were able to fix her injuries and she is up for recovery now.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight disappearing from his shoulders. The doctor offers him a warm smile. “She will be in the ICU for at least a couple of days until we see some progress. You can go see her, she is in room 248.”

“Thank you so much,” Jungkook says with the utmost gratitude and a smile as he shakes the doctor’s hand before grabbing his things and heading in the direction of the ICU. 

He finds the room without any problems, pausing just outside of the door. His mother and Namjoon both stand behind him, watching him in silence. They’re not pushing him, letting him do this on his own, letting him prepare for whatever he’s about to meet behind this door. He inhales and holds his breath before pushing the door open and heading inside. The sound of the monitor beeping is the first thing that meets him, what meets him next causes him to gasp softly in horror. This must be what it feels like to live out your nightmare and biggest fears, he thinks to himself as he moves closer to your body that’s lying unconsciously on the bed. It seems his tears are never-ending today as he pulls a seat to the side of the bed, sitting down with his eyes trained on you.

He looks you over, wincing lightly at the sight of tubes and IVs attached to you. There are scratches and wounds on your body, your skin beaten up from the harsh car crash you so unluckily ended up in earlier. He’s hesitant as he reaches for your hand, being more than careful as he intertwines his hand with yours. You don’t squeeze his hand like you always do and it makes him realize that you are in fact unconscious and probably not aware of the entire situation right now.

Jungkook scans your face, lips trembling and fingers shaking as he reaches up to move your hair out of your face. There’s scratches on your pretty face too, a big patch on the right side of your forehead where they stitched you up. He’s hurting, not quite as much as you, as he looks at you. You’re still gorgeous, even like this. 

“I love you so much, ____,” Jungkook whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your ring-clad hand. “Please be okay.”

Days have passed since the accident, and you still haven’t opened your eyes. Jungkook is becoming impatient, sitting here and waiting is killing him slowly. His mother had left in the morning after being with him throughout the first night. Jungkook had called your family while his mother held his hand. He will never forget the way a sob raked through your mother’s body as he told her what had happened. They were here now; your mother, your father and your brother, Yoongi. Your parents sit on either side of you, Jungkook’s resting against the wall at the end of the bed, Yoongi sitting in the chair beside him. The silence is almost unbearable but no one dares speaking, afraid of nothing in particular – perhaps the chances of you crashing right in front of all of them.

Jungkook’s done crying. He doesn’t think he has any tears left in him, only this heavy feeling of regret even though he has nothing to regret. No matter what, he couldn’t have stopped this from happening. Why you were out driving that late is still a mystery to him, but he’s not sure he wants to know. He has a feeling it will tear him apart knowing the reason.

Your dad jerks up from his resting posture causing everyone to widen their eyes at him. “S-she squeezed my hand,” he almost whispers. Jungkook’s breathing quickens, eyes staring at your closed ones. He waits, anticipating the worst. Your eyes flutter, a small crease forming in your forehead as you try to adjust to the lights in the room. He sighs in relief for what feels like the hundredth time, feeling the tears coming back. Okay, he isn’t quite done yet.

“Jungkook?!” You croak out, trying to sit up. Jungkook feels his heart breaking at the tone in your voice. You sound confused, slightly shaken up and sad. He’s quick to be at your side, taking over from your father. His hand grabs yours, fingers intertwining automatically. “Kook,” you whimper, clearly not fully awake from your deep days long slumber.

“I’m here, baby” he softly calls, searching your eyes with his own, “I’m right here.”

You look at him, eyes locking and you feel yourself calm down already. Jungkook notices the unshed tears in your hazy eyes. “Where am I?” You ask, voice small.

“The hospital,” he explains, keeping his voice low and soft for you as you just woke up from a long, long nap. “You were in an accident, ____. Do you remember what happened?”

You shake your head, wincing at the movement. Your entire body is sore, hurting everywhere and you want to cry. You just want to cry and hug Jungkook tightly because that’s the only place you feel safe and happy, in his arms. 

“How long?” You speak a bit louder now, still not registering your entire family standing around the two of you. You’re in your own little world, your focus only aimed at the curly-haired man in front of you. Your mom is watching you closely, letting a small tear slip down her cheek as she takes in the moment of you and Jungkook. Your father is right beside her, rubbing her arms in comfort. Yoongi is watching too, smiling to himself because he doesn’t think his younger sister could’ve found anyone more fit for her than Jeon Jungkook.

“Only a few days,” Jungkook answers, bringing your intertwined hands to his chest. His heart is beating hard and fast causing you to gasp. He smiles at you as you look up at him, eyes wide.

You move to press your other hand to his chest, resting it above his heart. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle. Even when you’re the one hurting, you ask him if he’s okay just because his heart is beating a bit faster than it usually does. He nods, smiling softly at you, eyes twinkling with fresh tears once again. 

“I’m fine,” he whispers, leaning closer to press his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. “Just really relieved.”

You smile at his words, only imagining how worried he must’ve been the past few days if you’ve been in this bed and unconscious. “I love you, Kook.”

Jungkook chokes out a laugh, “I love you too baby, more than anything.”

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JJBA blowjob headcannons

(I’m so thirsty for these men oh god)

This includes Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, Melone, Jotaro, Risotto, Rohan, Doppio and Polnareff

(Cut for length)

Bruno

Bruno wouldn’t expect you to go down on him but don’t worry! You just have to assure him that you want to do it

This man will be gentle and careful

He would be quite vocal, after all, he has to let you know you’re doing well. 

“That’s it amore, you’re doing such a good job~”

Complimenting Bruno and looking up at him with those lovely eyes is the quickest way to have him blushing.

Bruno is extremely selfless, so he would lose his mind if you take him all the way in.

Once he does let himself relax into the pleasure, you’ll be in for a treat. Bruno is used to being a leader and caring for others and so being on the receiving end of things is the best kind of comfort for him. 

If he sees your throat bulging from his cock, he’s going to be both extremely turned on and concerned. 

He wouldn’t mind being a bit rougher with you as long as it’s something you’re absolutely into.

Bruno wouldn’t really mind where he comes, as long as you’re comfortable with it. That being said, if you let him cum in your mouth, expect him to go down on you because he can’t just let that kind of intimacy be left unrewarded. 

Expect a lot of cuddling and affection afterwards. Need water? Bruno will bring you water. A cleanup towel? Bruno will clean you up with one while whispering how good you were.

Mista

Mista wouldn’t hesitate for even a second in fact, he’d probably be the one to ask for one. You wanna give him a blowjob? He’s gonna be unzipping his pants in less than five seconds. 

He will be absolutely shameless with his noises. Expect everyone in the near vicinity to hear what’s going on.

He would hold onto your hair and maybe tug a bit, but not too much to actually hurt. 

Mista would waste no time relaxing. He’d let himself bask in your warmth the moment your lips touch his cock. 

Mista would be the type of guy to babble his heart out.

“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good, cara/caro! S-shit.”

He couldn’t help bucking into your mouth if you took him all the way in. 

Your throat bulging from his cock is a definite confidence boost.

Mista would love to come on your face. The sight of your plush lips and cute cheeks covered with his cum is heavenly in his eyes.

Mista would be a smiling mess of happiness and euphoria afterwards.

Abbachio

Abbachio reaction would be mixed. On the other hand, you would look breathtaking taking his cock down your throat, but then again, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering if he deserved to feel your lips around him. 

He would gently hold your head while you take his cock into your mouth. 

It may take him a while to relax but once he does there is no coming back.

Abbachio is addicted.

Your mouth and lips are so soft and oh dear god that tongue! The warmth of your mouth would be like ecstasy to him.

He is in cloud nine once he relaxes into pleasure.

He does try to keep his voice down at first, but it always ends up coming out in the end. 

His dirty talk is either soft or full-on nasty. There is no in-between. 

“Mmm, you feel so warm and good, tesoro… God, what did I do to deserve you?” “Fuck, c’mon, you can take more than that. Be a good girl for me, won’t you, tesoro?”

He’d massage your throat if you took him that deep. The sight would make him moan and buck his hips closer.

Abbacchio would want to be gentle with you at first, but he would be totally down to facefuck you later on when you’ve gotten used to him.

He would love for you to swallow his cum.

Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses afterwards. 

Melone

The kinky melon will be the one to bring it up first.

He will be confident from start to finish.

His hands will be tugging your hair and controlling your pace.

Melone wouldn’t bother trying to stay quiet. To him, it doesn’t matter if people can hear, in fact, he’d like to let others see how well you’re taking him.

His cannot for the love of god shut up and his dirty talk is FILTHY.

“Di Molto! You’re sucking my cock so well! You must’ve had a lot of practice, eh slut?” 

Taking his entire cock in your mouth will only heighten his usually cocky and lecherous behaviour. 

“Fuck, you took it all, huh? You must’ve been really desperate…”

He’d pet your cheek affectionately. 

“My poor, poor little cock hungry slut, the wait must have felt been terrible!”

Melone would use your mouth until you could hardly breathe.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel hungry again!”

Melone doesn’t care where he cums. Seeing you swallow his cum is hot, your face is beautiful when coated with it and your chest looks absolutely delicious when covered with it. 

The dirty talking will not end after he cums.

“Aw, poor baby… Your mouth must feel so lonely now that I’m not filling it.”

Melone is a horny bastard and one blowjob will not be enough.

Jotaro

Joot would approach you first if he wanted a blowjob, being the straightforward person that he is.

As per usual, he would try to remain calm and collected, though he would definitely let out a few moans and grunts here and there (especially when nearing his release)

He would rest his hands on your head and tug your hair in rougher sessions.

Jotaro doesn’t expect you to be able to take his entire cock, but if you do, oh lord. He will be particularly loud. The sight of his cock stretching your throat is just so good.

He would refuse at first to fuck your throat, but don’t be disappointed! He is just concerned that you won’t be able to take it.

His dirty talk would be a minimal mix of curse words most of the time. He can, however, throw in proper dirty talk if he is especially pent up.

“Fuck, just keep doing that, shit…”

He’d prefer to cum in your mouth since it’s the least messy option. 

Jotaro couldn’t help but show his softer side afterwards. 

Risotto

Risotto doesn’t care who brings it up first, but he won’t adamantly press you to give him a blowjob.

He likes the power trip of it but will be cautious because he knows he’s bigger than most. 

He would try to stay quiet during the ordeal but can’t help letting out deep and husky moans and groans when you take him particularly deep.

He would be very gentle and careful at first, not wanting to accidentally hurt you but if you prove you can take him, you’re in for one hell of a ride.

He’d pull your hair and make you take him as deep as possible while muttering praises or degradations depending on his mood.

“Vita mia, your mouth feels so good on my cock! Hng, you were made for this.” 

“Is that all you can take? tsk, pathetic”

He’d tilt your head while you still have his cock in your mouth so you’d look at him with tears in your eyes from the unbelievable weight of his cock in your mouth.

“Surely a slut like you can take more, so come on, prove that all your training hasn’t gone to waste.”

The deep rumble of his voice is bound to drive you on to take him further than you thought possible.

A visible bulge will show once you’ve taken Risotto’s cock all the way in. He will be genuinely surprised if you manage to fit his entire cock in your mouth. He will always be taken aback by the sight. He will be mildly concerned for your wellbeing but it will also fuel the possessive side of him.

He’d love to fuck your mouth, but don’t worry! Most of the time he’d be able to control himself as to not go too roughly. 

Risotto, much line Melone, would love to cum pretty much anywhere. He does have a soft spot for you swallowing his cum as he sees it as deeply intimate (and it has the chance to make him want a second round).

Risotto is the king of aftercare. He WILL bring you water. Though he is a busy man, he will always take time to cuddle you afterwards. 

Rohan

This cocky bastard will probably bring it up first. 

Rohan absolutely loves blowjobs and seeing you on your knees for him is like a delicious treat to his arrogance. 

He would love to draw you with your mouth full of his cock.

He would try to hide most of his more “pathetic” noises and instead opt to dirty talking. 

“Just look at how you’re taking my cock. You love being on your knees for me, eh? Oi, don’t pull away, just keep sucking my cock like a good girl.”

Rohan would either just sit back, relax and have you suck his cock or he’d fuck your face with no mercy.

He’d most likely tug your hair or cross his hands behind his head.

If you take him all the way in, he’d taunt you after moaning desperately. 

“Fuck, you took it all in? If I’d known you wanted my cock in your mouth this badly, we’d have done this sooner!”

Rohan wants to see his cum coat you, be it your face or your chest. However, if he was feeling jealous, he’d want to watch you swallow his cum.

He would become incredibly relaxed afterwards. You should expect a few kisses and praises. 

Doppio

Your sweet little Doppio is going to be on cloud nine. 

He wouldn’t approach you first thinking that it’d be rude, but he will absolutely not turn down a blowjob.

He’s going to be tense with excitement and nervousness as you take his cock out. 

He’s going to let out a string of high pitched yelps when you first take him into your mouth. 

You’re sorely mistaken if you think he’s going to quiet down as time goes on. He’ll be moaning and whimpering from start to finish no matter how many times you go down on him. 

His dirty talk is sweet

“Oh, Gods amore! You’re so good at this. Hng, I love you so much! Sei la mia vita!” (you are my life)

Doppio has no idea where to put his hands, so he’ll most likely just be clutching them together unless you give him a little direction. He also loves to stroke your cheeks lovingly.

Doppio will let you take the lead and would be super shy if you asked him to fuck your throat. He is, however, likely to buck into your mouth when you swirl your tongue. 

He’d most likely come in your mouth because he doesn’t want to mess up your pretty face with his cum.

He’s going to want to cuddle and scatter small kisses all over you afterwards

Polnareff

He would bring it up gently (although he does prefer being the one to go down on you)

Pol is going to be confident from start to finish.

He’ll try to keep quiet enough as to not have you two caught (unless he is in a mood to let the world know how well you’re doing). He will be moaning and occasionally grunting as you go down on him because he wants you to see how good you’re making him feel.

He will be caressing your face and hair through the process.

Polnareff will dirty talk almost constantly. 

“Oh Gods! Your mouth feels so good! Je t’aime de tout mon coeur.” (I love you with all my heart)

He doesn’t expect you to take him in all the way, he’s just happy to have your pretty mouth all over his cock. If you do take his entire cock, he will praise the hell out of you.

“Mmm, you took it all, huh? Such a good girl… You’re doing so well, ma chérie!”

Polnareff tries to be as gentle as possible, but he wouldn’t turn you down if you wanted him to be rougher. 

He doesn’t really care where he ends up coming. He does really enjoy seeing your chest coated with his cum though.

He will pamper you afterwards (and probably return the favour and go down on you). 

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Meeting and Dating Charlie MacKenzie

(Not my gif)(Requested by @jotaro-spengler​)

(Sorry this post took so long. I literally changed the entire meeting story last minute because I’m an indecisive perfectionist so it took a lot longer to write than expected. Hope you enjoy!)

- You and Charlie getting together was really all Tony’s fault. He just had to go and mention you: shine the spotlight in Charlies mind right on you and say look here you fool, a beautiful woman who you already care about and who already cares about you.

- That wasn’t really how it happened of course. All Tony had actually done was say something along the lines of “now take a look at my sister-”, using you as an example in some scenario he came up with rather than giving his friend a recommendation. 

- But, in Charlie’s half listening mind, all he heard was “take a look at my sister” and take a look he did. 

- You were a little younger; which tended to be the case when it came to younger sisters of friends that were his age, and you were pretty. You had a nice personality, you thought he was funny on occasion, and you weren’t a total stranger who he could easily find a flaw; that he didn’t already know about, in. 

- Why not give it a shot? Worst case scenario, you say no or he breaks your heart and loses his best friend in the future. But hey, it was Tony’s idea to begin with, right?

- So he visits you at work, making small talk; as per usual since this was a fairly normal occurrence for the two of you, before trying to ask you out as casually as he could. 

- Initially, you think that you’ve misunderstood him or that he’s misspoken, then you think that he joking, …and then you just think he’s gone crazy. You quite literally ask him if he’s feeling alright because it’s so out of the blue and unexpected.

- But, once you come to terms with the fact that this is a legitimate request, …you agree. 

- I mean, it’s not like the idea never popped into your head. You’ve known the guy since middle school: of course you’d considered it; though you’d never imagined that it would actually come to fruition. 

- Nevertheless, here you were, giving each other somewhat awkward smiles and arranging a time and place. 

- Your first date is initially going to be just a regular dinner at some diner down the street that the two of you; and your brother, often frequented but you quickly find that it just feels wrong to go there: like the two of you are still just two friends. 

- So you scratch that idea and find yourselves wandering around town, buying some food from a street vendor and taking in the atmosphere of the night. What started out as a; frankly, uncomfortable first date ends up turning into one of the best you’ve ever had.

- It’s no surprise that the two of you get along. The question is whether or not you fit as a couple so; regardless of whether or not you’d normally do it, you decide to have your first kiss before the night is over to test out the romantic chemistry between you. 

- It may not be the most romantic first kiss in the world; considering the fact that you literally both talk about and agree to it like it’s some sort of business deal or logical course of action, but you enjoy it nonetheless and it gives the two of you some clarity. 

- He likes you and you like him and the two of you are happy together. You just hope that it lasts....

- Charlie really doesn’t care about what other people think, in fact, he sort of likes to bother and gross people out so he never minds engaging in a bit of pda. If he feels like kissing the hell out of you, he’s gonna do it; regardless of whether or not there’s people around. 

- Interlocked arms or holding onto his arm as the two of you walk together. He likes having you close to him so literally securing you to his side by your arm is a helpful form of affection. 

- Handholding. He’ll usually swing your arms back and forth whenever you do. 

- Cheek kisses. He’s a fan of both giving and receiving them so it definitely goes both ways. 

- Excited, feverish, and passionate kisses. You tend to just lay one on each other at random; oftentimes catching the other person a little off-guard, so these types of kisses are pretty common in your relationship. 

- Kissing in the rain; sometimes with him kicking his leg up in the air behind him. 

- He tends to just call you by your given name; or a teasing nickname on occasion. He finds that using pet names just aren’t his thing and that a lot of them cause him to roll his eyes more than anything else. 

- The two of you really don’t have a “usual” cuddling position since you tend to just do whatever feels right or makes the most sense. Some days you cuddle with your head on his arm, other days he’s the big spoon, and sometimes you’re the big spoon. 

- Back scratches and shoulder kisses. 

- Taking baths together. 

- You know the meme about the person getting into their partners shower fully clothed so that they can ask them a question? That’s the type of shit that he does constantly. Sometimes you just have to sit back and consider the fact that you may be dating either an idiot or a crazy person. 

- Getting his help when you’re trying to pick out your outfits. 

- Going to his open mic nights. 

-  Having poems written about you. …They’re pretty bad....

- If you're dating Charlie, you have to stop caring about how other people view you because there’s no way you’re not going to do; at least a few, ridiculous things out in public together. The two of you are constantly doing dumb shit so just try to ignore any judgmental looks you may or may not receive. 

- Chasing each other around and playing other childish games. 

- Frolicking and dancing like children of the night~

- Double dates with Tony and his girlfriends. 

- Diner dates. 

- Wandering around the city together. 

- Buying from different street vendors and food trucks. 

- Cruising around town with his top down and the radio turned to your favorite station. 

- Sitting out on his roof with him. 

- He loves seeing you smile so expect a lot of dumb jokes and comments that are meant to make you laugh. 

- Teasing each other. You like to call him “nice” just to mess with him. 

- Convincing him to do different things with you. You know that it wasn’t his idea to go on that Alcatraz tour with Tony so it’s safe to say that he can be persuaded into accompanying you just about anywhere. 

- Taking different classes together; though you probably shouldn’t take him to those sorts of things …for the sake of your teachers sanity. 

- Getting visited at work. He’ll always insist that he was “in the neighborhood” but he absolutely was not and totally drove all the way over just to see you. 

- Speaking of work: he would definitely offer to help you with whatever task you had to do just to ease your workload and spend more time with you. It would also probably get him into the good graces of your boss so the man/woman would be a lot more lenient with him hanging around. 

- Finding your own ways to quiet his rambling. He tends to just keep talking whenever he’s nervous or feeling shy so you’ll have to learn the best way to quiet him whenever he gets like that; which usually means you’ll be kissing him or saying something he wants to hear. 

- Telling each other stories. His are usually exaggerated to an outrageous degree but you never really mind; it’s sort of more amusing to see where his brain takes him than to just listen to a normal story.   

- Family get togethers. You’ll usually sit in the kitchen with him and his mother while Tony and his father watch some sports game in the living room. 

- Interesting interactions with his family; namely his father. The man’s a little hard to get along with but he’s certainly entertaining. 

- He'll always check on you before leaving you alone, making sure you’re okay before he ditches you to do something; even if it’s just using the rest room for a minute. 

- Him getting advice from Tony. Regardless of whether or not you want to picture yourself as the mans sister, he’s going to be your best ally when it comes to surviving your relationship; so you might want to get on his good side if you weren't already.

-  Having to get through his sabotage stage. 

- Charlie tends to get scared and break up with people when things are getting too serious so don’t be surprised if; or when, it happens to you. The good thing is that, if it’s meant to be, he’ll come to his senses and dedicate himself towards getting you back; usually with some big cute gesture. 

- Just not feeling like yourself? No problem! He’ll be completely understanding and accept that you just aren’t happy; all while doing whatever he can to put a little pep in your step. 

- He’s not an incredibly jealous person but he is cautious. He’ll never refuse to let you hang out with someone or do something but he will keep an eye on your relationships with other guys. Not because he doesn’t trust you but because he doesn’t want you winding up in an awkward position because you couldn’t see the red flags of encroaching romance. 

- He’s somewhat protective of you; oftentimes sticking out his own neck to save yours. Although he’ll usually; awkwardly, try to settle things in a peaceful manner after an aggressive outburst at someone or something; usually because he only then realizes how big and threatening they are. 

- The two of you fake fight every now and again but real fights only happen once in a blue moon. You get along incredibly well so it isn’t often that you can’t settle things in a peaceful manner; especially since he approaches you very calmly whenever he has a problem. 

- Because most of his issues with you are reasonable, fights usually end before they even begin. But if they don’t and you wind up having a legitimate argument or fight, he’s always willing to apologize; especially since he’ll feel extremely guilty for upsetting you. 

- He mainly shows you that he loves you but he definitely isn’t opposed to saying the actual words. 

- As afraid of marriage as he normally is, he actually proposes to you pretty quickly. I guess when you know you know? 

#charlie mackenzie imagine #charlie mackenzie imagines #charlie mackenzie headcanons #charlie mackenzie headcanon #so i married an axe murderer imagine #so i married an axe murderer imagines #so i married an axe murderer headcanon #so i married an axe murderer headcanons #90s movie imagine #90s movie imagines #90s movie headcanons #90s movie headcanon

[weloveharrypotter]

Return Pt. 2

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Summary: Harry and Y/n have grown close to Sirius now that it’s been about a month. They now have are coming to see him again. That’s when Sirius finds out Y/n and himself are much more alike than he thought. (This is Sorta an Au where Voldemort died trying to kill Harry. Also Peter pettigrew got arrested and Sirius is cleared. Also Remus stayed the DADA teacher.)

Warning: mentions of death, hints of abuse (emotional and mental), cussing?, short

Harry and Y/n were approaching Sirius’ manor. Hermione and Ron stayed back at the school so Ron could study.

Y/n was nervous with coming back. Her and Sirius have gotten kinda close but she was still extremely cautious around new people.

They walked inside and Sirius was waiting there for them. Harry as per usual ran up and hugged him. After they pulled apart Sirius looked up at Y/n and smiled.

“Hello, Y/n.” He said.

“Hey.” She replied.

“Common in you two, make yourself comfortable.” He said leading them in.

Harry and Y/n made their way into the living room.

The three took their seats and started to catch up.

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It was a little while later and Harry and Sirius had moved onto the subject of summer.

“Are you excited?” Sirius asked Harry.

“Of course. I finally get away from the Dursley’s and get to be with you.” Harry said.

Sirius smiled at his comment.

“How about you?” Sirius asked Y/n.

Y/n looked up at him and a little bit panic set in.

“Oh, uh, not to excited.” Y/n said.

“Why not? I thought kids loved summer?” Sirius asked.

Y/n looked up to Harry.

“It’s up to you.” Harry said knowing what she was trying to say.

“Uh, I just know it’s gunna be really bad.” Y/n added.

“Oh don’t say that. I’m sure it’ll be great, from what I heard you’re quite a fun person.” Sirius said trying to be encouraging.

“I wish but... my family is all Slytherin’s that hate Gryffindors. They kinda favored my twin brother but he gone now so... they’ve been. Let’s say negative towards me. So going home isn’t a very fun thing.” Y/n explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sirius apologized.

Harry grabbed her hand comfortingly. Y/n held it back.

“It’s fine.” Y/n assured.

There was a moment of silence.

“Of it make you feel any better, that’s what my family was like. Except it was my younger brother.” Sirius informed.

“Really?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, Harry’s father was actually the one who helped my through it.”

“Well, guess the Potter boys have a way of helping and befriending least favorite Gryffindors.” Y/n said with a smirk while ruffling Harry’s hair.

Sirius chuckled at the two.

“How about you try and convince your family to let you stay here for the summer?” Sirius offered.

“Really, are you sure?” Y/n asked binding her excitement, not very well though.

“Of course.” Sirius replied.

“Yes! Thank you.” She said.

“No problem, any family of Harry is Family of mine.” He said.

“Wow.” Y/n said.

There was a moment of comforting silence.

“Now, on a much less exciting note, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get more of my drink.” Y/n said standing up and leaving the room after grabbed her cup.

Harry watched as she walked out. He looked at her as she put her cup down in the kitchen.

“You like her.” Sirius stated.

“What? No.” Harry denied looking away.

“Yes you do.” Sirius said.

“Yeah? How would you know?” Harry asked.

“I’m pretty good at telling when the Potter boys have a crush.” Sirius replied.

“It’s the same way your father looked at your mother.” Sirius added.

“It... doesn’t matter. It’s not like she would like me back.” Harry said.

“Yeah... sure.” Sirius said sarcastically.

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just... drop it. She’s coming back.” He said looking at her again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/n asked putting her cup down as she sat.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

“You know what I mean.” She said jokingly pushing his head.

“Nothing.” Harry insisted.

Y/n eyed him suspiciously.

“Ok.” She said.

Harry and her smiled at each other. The trio went back to their conversation.

The rest of the night went by smoothly other than a bit of Sirius teasing Harry, and the duo went back to Hogwarts when the night was over.

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Thanks for reading. I have something special isn’t he next chapter so stayed tuned for that. Anyways, have a good day. ❤️❤️

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[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol. 5: Mukami Yuma [Track 1]

Original title: 贈り物

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 5 Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Oh how the tables have turnedーー Since most of the CDs have the guy be in charge of rewinding time, it was nice to see Yuma give it to the MC in this one, only to have it come back to bite him in the ass a few minutes later. I love how she actually did not hesitate to use it at all, even though he warned her not to. We stan a sly, cunning MC in this household, haha.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 1: A Gift

Yuma enters the room.

“...Oh! Sow!”

You turn your head.

“Ya were in my room? Perfect timin’ I got this nifty lil’ thing, so I wanted to show ya!”

You ask him what he received.

“This was delivered from Karlheinz.”

*Cling*

You tilt your head to the side.

“Ah. It’s an hourglass. Never received somethin’ like this before.”

*Flip*

“Accordin’ to the card that came with it, it’s addressed to both of us... But why did he give us this? I don’t really get it, but he might be givin’ us his blessings!”

You smile, noting he seems happy.

“Haha. Well, yeah. It’s a gift from the man I look up to, ‘course I’m happy. It’s actually been on my mind this whole time. Our relationship ruined the future that man wished for, right? No matter what anyone may say, no way in hell I’m givin’ ya up still. But...Somewhere deep inside my heart, I felt as if I disappointed him. That I failed to live up to his expectations, ya could say.”

You comfort Yuma.

“However, when I consider he’s still congratulatin’ us now like this, I feel very grateful.”

You nod. 

“Well, that’s all just part of my own imagination tho. I honestly don’t know what truly goes on in that man’s mind just from readin’ this card.”

You point out there’s something on the back of the card as well. 

“Oh! The back? ...Hm?”

*Flip*

“Oh...You’re right, there’s an additional note. Uhm...Let’s see...Ah!? Is this for real!?”

You ask Yuma what is written on there.

“Seems like this isn’t just a regular hourglass. It’s a model from the Demon World which can rewind time if ya flip it over. It runs on magic so there’s only a set amount of times ya can use it but...He gave us quite the dangerous toy, huh?”

You sigh.

“Good point. All of his gifts are always a lil’ over-the-top. Just look at the elaborate decoration on this thing. Ya can just tell it’s no ordinary hourglass. This kinda fancy stuff doesn’t fit me.”

You note it’s pretty.

“What? You like it?”

You nod.

“I’ll give it to ya then. Here ya go.”

*Cling*

You seem hesitant, asking once more if he is sure.

“Yeah. I’d be a waste of a treasure on me, so it’d probably be best if ya hold onto it instead. Ya know...Pretty things like that.”

*Cling*

“Yeah! Don’t ya dare lose it! Ah! Also, be careful not to flip it over, ‘kay? Apparently time will rewind after all.”

You promise to be careful.

“Haah...Will ya actually be cautious? You’re still as much of a klutz and airhead per usual so I’m worried.”

You protest, puffing out your cheeks.

“Nah, ya definitely are. That part of ya hasn’t changed one bit since we met. For example, ya thoughtlessly ate my precious Sugar-chan back when ya had only just arrived at this manor, right? Do ya remember?”

You tell him you could never forgot.

“Heh. At first ya were shittin’ yer pants ‘round us, but afterwards you’d just casually eat our food. Not sure if you’re an airhead, or just shameless.”

You reminisce about memories.

“Hoh! Now that ya mention it, that happened as well! That was when I sucked too much of yer blood and ya collapsed, right?”

You nod.

“Ya were makin’ a long face over at the infirmary, so I had no other choice but to put Sugar-chan between my teeth like this...”

Yuma bites down on a sugar cube before leaning in and kissing you.

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“...Hm~ And fed it to ya mouth-to-mouth, right? I remember, don’t worry.”

You get flustered, making a fuss.

“Hehe...Right, right! Ya made the exact same baffled expression, I had no idea if it actually felt good or not! ...Oh! I remember feedin’ ya tomatoes as well! I just forced those inside yer mouth tho.”

You scold him for doing that. 

“...Aah? Ya still gonna complain ‘bout that now? I fed ya my tomatoes, so don’t be whinin’ ‘bout any discomfort. Actually, weren’t ya to blame back then ‘cause ya upset me by givin’ me the silent treatment? It was basically yer punishment.”

You frown.

“For some reason...Lookin’ back on all those memories, I really fed ya the whole time, huh?”

You giggle, nothing how he likes to take care of others.

“Haah? I’m a carin’ guy (1)?”

You remind him of that one time he nursed you back to health.

“Aah...Yeah, that happened too. Guess I can’t prove ya wrong then. Ya mean that one time ya broke a fever, right? Ya were stumblin’ ‘round the hallway with yer face bright red. It’d be bad if ya had died on us back then, so I had no other choice but to cook up some stew. I actually made it ‘cause I was cravin’ some as well tho. It wasn’t for ya. Didn’t I tell ya back then as well? Yet ya kept on complainin’ ‘bout the size of the ingredients with that cocky attitude of yers.”

You try and explain yourself.

“Ya might have not said it with that many words but I could tell by the look on yer face! ...You’ve been kinda fragile ever since we met, huh? Oh! You’ve always been weak to my fangs as well.”

You protest. 

“No? Don’t ya remember? You’d make that ecstatic expression from the second I latched onto ya. And in the end, you’d come beggin’ for my fangs yerself.”

You deny it.

“Nah, I’m not wrong. Just admit it. Ya are weak to my fangs. Ever since we met and ‘course, to this day.”

You pout.

“Take for example that one time I sucked ya by the window? Ya were makin’ a shameless expression even tho someone could have easily spotted us.”

You flush bright red. 

“Heh! How’s that? Can’t deny it, can ya? You’re weak to my fangs!”

You shake your head. 

“You’re damn persistent, just admit it already...”

You refuse.

“Che...I’ve given ya this much proof and ya still won’t acknowledge it? Ya can be surprisingly stubborn at times, huh?”

Yuma walks over to take a seat on the bed.

*Thud*

“...’Kay, as you wish. Let’s fight it out then.”

You tilt your head to the side, clearly confused.

“Yeah. ...Well, take a seat over here for starters. I’ll explain it to ya.”

You take a seat next to Yuma.

“Listen up. I said ‘a fight’, but we won’t be throwin’ fists. I’ll continue suckin yer blood like usual. However, if ya end up beggin’ for them yerself at any given point, ya have to admit that you’re weak to my fangs.”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“...Don’t seem so surprised. If ya really aren’t weak to them like ya claim to be, ya can easily endure as much, no?”

You ask him how long you have to endure it. 

“The time limit? ...Geez, ya sure are cocky. Let’s see...How does one week sound to ya? If ya beg to have yer blood sucked within the time frame, it’s yer loss. If ya endure it, ya win.”

You agree with the rules.

“Heh. Ya think ya can manage for that long? In that case, let’s get this challenge started right away.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Pretty sure just bein’ honest and acknowledgin’ it would be the easy way out tho. You’ll only end up sufferin’ more if ya drag it out.”

*Rustle*

“After all...I’ll make sure to torment ya plenty, you’ll be cravin’ me so badly, it’ll make ya go crazy. ...I’ll start by plungin’ my fangs in this nape of yers and suckin’ yer blood.”

Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...Heh. You’re already cryin’ out sweetly.”

*Rustle*

“I’m holdin’ back a lil’ more than usual, but seems like you’re already feelin’ good? However, this is child’s play to ya, isn’t it? Then get yerself together. ...Heh. This is only the very beginnin’. I told ya, didn’t I? That I’d toy with ya to my heart’s content. ...That bein’ said, bite marks really look great on ya.”

He runs his fingertips across.

“Hm? Does it hurt when I touch them? But bein’ stimulated that way makes ya ache as well, doesn’t it?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t think ya can deny it. Even if ya do, yer body tells me you’re enjoyin’ it. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

You flinch.

“...See? You’re enjoyin’ this after all, aren’t ya? ...Ah, speakin’ of which...Ya liked this too, didn’t ya?”

*Smooch*

“Hehehe...You’re givin’ me some pretty interestin’ reactions. I’ve turned you into quite the slut if ya get excited just from havin’ yer ear kissed.”

*Rustle*

“In the end...Yer body is no match for the pleasure. Say...Ya want more, don’t ya? Then just say so. ...It’s easy, isn’t it?”

You refuse.

“You’re a stubborn one, huh? Then...How ‘bout this?”

*Smooch*

“...Heh. How’s that? Yer whole body should be tinglin’ all over just from a few bites here and there.”

¨Rustle rustle*

“Hehe. Judgin’ by the look on yer face, you’re really feelin’ it. Seems like ya can’t give a proper reply either. If I were to suck ya one more time, you’ll...”

*Cling*

“...Haah!? The fuck...? Whatcha gonna do with the hourglass?”

You tilt the hourglass to the side.

“...Ah! You! Don’t tell me...!”

*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*

“...Uwaah!?”

ーーー

“...Ah!? ...What happened just now...!?”

Yuma looks around.

“Wha...!? Ya used the hourglass just now, didn’t ya!? So...Time has rewinded!?”

You blink in confusion.

“Why does the person who used it look so damn puzzled!? This feeling...We’ve definitely gone back in time! ...Ugh. Yer clothes don’t look disheveled anymore, nor do ya have any bite marks. Which means...We’ve really rewinded to before I sucked yer blood...”

You grin.

“Fuck...Ya brought us back right as things were gettin’ good too! Ughー! I was literally one hair away from pushin’ ya over the edge! ...Hm? Actually...Was that yer goal? Did ya use the hourglass ‘cause ya knew ya were ‘bout to lose our bet?”

You admit it. 

“Tsk. Look at ya bein’ all sly. I didn’t expect ya to pull that sorta trick. I shouldn’t have thoughtlessly handed it to ya. Well, whatever. Let’s start over from zero. I’ll suck ya relentlessly this time, so ya won’t even have the time to think ‘bout usin’ that lil’ hourglass of yers...”

*Rustle*

“Now I won’t stop even if ya beg me to.”

You quickly make a run for it.

“...Ah!? Oi...! Where are ya goin’...!? Don’t ya dare think ya can get away! Hold it...!!”

Yuma chases after you.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 世話好き or ‘sewa-zuki’ is used to refer to someone who finds enjoyment in helping others out, or looking after them. 

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers more more blood #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[othilaodal]

Let's Talk About Secondary Progressed Mercury

According to Secondary Progression, a predictive method (one of so many), you live a miniature version of your life in the 1st ~90 days of your life (granted that your life lasts ~90 years). It is the theory under which each day's planetary movement from the day of your birth (to ~90 days) is reflective of each year of your life.

For example the day you were born is reflective of year 0-1, day after birth is year 1-2, day 3 is year 2-3, and so on.

Often times people born with during Mercury retrogrades have some kind of speech related issues in their childhoods. They usually overcome this when their progressed Mercury (Mercury in their progressed chart) turns direct (if it ever does, and if they ever do). For example if Mercury turned direct 11 days after their birth, they manage to overcome the speech issues by the time they turn 11.

I was born with Mercury in Taurus (conjunct fixed star Algol (Medusa's head/eye also known as Demon's star)...but that's something I still need to study). 3 days after my birth Mercury moved from Taurus to Gemini.

According to Secondary Progression, that would signify a change in how Mercury manifests in my life (or something simple like speech patterns) at age 3.

While it'd be silly to compare what I spoke like at 3 to what I spoke like when I was 2 (maybe mum noticed something? who knows?), it's still nice to look back at what I spoke like back then to set a baseline.

I was a loud child at home. I'd talk very fast and would hold nothing back. I was known for talking first and thinking later. If I was excited enough I'd speak until my jaw hurt. My parents would barely believe my teachers when they said "she needs to talk more" cause I'd shut up so tight around strangers. But if I enjoyed a person's energy, if I felt truly at home with someone, i could not get myself to shut up around them even when I could tell they were annoyed with me for talking so much. I remember it taking actual effort for me to shut up.

(Note that while Mercury rules Gemini, in Modern astrology Jupiter rules the first decan of Gemini, which is where my progressed Mercury was at this point in time. Jupiter is the planet of plenty, of abundance, excess and making things big)

3 is also the age i started drawing to express myself.

(i won't go into the 2nd decan because that Mars ruled story is a little private to me)

I started writing poetry at age 12 while my progressed Mercury was still in Gemini (in the decan ruled by the sun). During this time I was very interested in languages and expression. I took part in school plays and performed my poetry a little during this time. This time (at age 14) is also when I first started writing fanfiction.

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17 days after my birth, Mercury moved to Cancer. As per secondary progressions, that's a change in Mercury manifesting, or speech patterns, at age 17.

When i was 17, i was diagnosed with clinical depression. I remember being so out of it I either could not speak or everything I said came out as gibberish. No sentence structures and just rambling. It stayed like that for at least a year. I remember being very frustrated with myself. I was speaking so slowly and mid-sentence I'd realize I don't know what I'm saying and have been talking longer than I realized and everyone's looking at me like I'm crazy because honestly, no joke, nothing I said back then made any sense.

I didn't speak after that for at least 1 year. Nothing besides yes/no/maybe and pointing at things or hmm-ing. (my progressed Mercury was in the 1st Decan of Cancer, ruled by Venus. Although I don't know how harmony or any Venus ruled significations come into this story, I think a lot of my expression became more internal, very cautious and Cancerian. It no longer felt important to me to express to other people. I'd shortcut my way out of conversations and feel no need to explain myself, even when asked)

When I started speaking more again. I was 22. My progressed Mercury was in the second decan of Cancer (ruled by Mercury). My first blog started at around this time (where I'd often say "I started this to have a place to talk"). I changed friend groups because I felt like I couldn't communicate with the first one. Too many nuances and too much to be cautious of with them. But it was around this time I started writing again and drawing outside of art school assignments again (which is something I struggled with a lot during the first decan of Cancer years). With the right people, I was again talkative and expressive but very very cautious around new people or people I wasn't sure of yet.

When my progressed Mercury moved to the 3rd decan of Cancer (ruled by the Moon), I moved countries and after 6 years of not having spoken my language for longer than the 1 month I came home to visit my parents, I suddenly had to speak my own language again (mother tongue? mother signified by the moon? idk...maybe i'm reaching). And it took a while for me to become comfortable with the new words in my mouth and to understand this whole other accent I hadn't previously been very used to. But even without the change in language, there was far more cautious behavior in the way I spoke. There was restriction in the way I expressed myself and I once again went back into finding short-cuts out of conversations instead of really expressing myself. Everything became internal dialogue again.

I, to this day, measure my words more. I pause mid sentence to look for the right word. I go blank more often and have to find the exact word I'm looking for. I can tell people are getting annoyed waiting for the next word to appear but each word is either carefully thought out, or so weighed that it conveys only part of my meaning. I'll use disclaimers more, cushion the blows, etc. I'll prefer to not explain myself and be left alone more often.

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I'm in the final 2 years of my progressed Mercury in Cancer. In 2024, it moves into Leo and I can't wait to see what that does to the way I talk.

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It's interesting to me that in astrology, you can pick one thread and read it as it is. Like of course there're external factors (and even other planets and what they're affecting) that affects speech and communication but the planets still show what they're meant to.

A whole other conversation would be to take the houses Mercury rules in my chart and break down how those things were affected by my progressed Mercury changing signs.

#oh othila #astrology #astro: secondary progressions #astro: mercury

[inventors-fair]

New Year’s Resolutions: Group commentary

Welcome to the group commentary! As I said in the winner’s post, there were a lot of white cards in the inbox, and that’s an obvious sign that white needs a small rework to keep up with its buffed up brothers.

@misterstingyjack​ White does lover its planeswalkers and tying card draw with a powerful card type could be reasonable since card draw is white’s main weakness. However I would like it more if this loyalty extension was offered by a creature, so at least you can keep the game rolling.

@askkrenko​ MaRo has mentioned the “elemental” supertype quite a few times in podcasts etc, but its really too late to add this element to the game. But we’re here to dream and create, and Strike Twice would be a sick card, if not a staple, in that parallel universe. Also this is the most badass a Pichu has ever been XD

@ignorantturtlegaming​ There were no additional notes other than this crazy card in the inbox, so I can only guess that the creator wants more group-hug effects in red. I want to say Fires of Renewal is on the expensive side, but the effects it offers unconditionally are all very impactful. The Melvin in me appreciates all the instances of “2″ in the card!

@wolkemesser​ gave life to an ancient mtg character from the Shattered Chains book and boy, she’s a truly solid card. Ordando has decent stats and gives some additional staying power to monowhite decks. I like the whole flavor that is so tough that she can protect others and come back again, but the execution feels a little off to me, as discard and mill decks can abuse her in non white ways. Since we’re going for the flavor win, I would like it more if in order to protect something she exiled herself with a promise counter (which in turn allows her to be cast from exile.)

@i-am-the-one-who-wololoes​ A disgustingly evil win more card? Sign me up! The philosophy of the card plays very nicely in black, especially with low cost high stated creatures that ask for their tribute every upkeep! Counterspells in black are a big stretch in my opinion, but no one can’t deny this card is a big flavor win!

@col-seaker-of-the-memiest-legion Speaking of counterspells, here’s another suggestion for them being in white. Many protective cards can be treated as counterspells, so we could find a loophole and treat this as a very wide protective spell. I think we could have cards like this in the future, but it’s still treacherous terrain because they must be so efficient that might replace blue’s role in the game.

@naban-dean-of-irritation​ I have mixed feelings about Korair. Flavor text matches with the card’s name quite nicely but it doesn’t connect with the actual gameplay. Also venturing into the unexplored “emblems matter territory” is surely exciting, but I don’t like the fact that is creates emblems by itself, and with that ease to boot!

@mardu-lesbian​ Hindsight is pitched as the blue/red shared keyword ability. I view it in a positive light, meaning I think it’s both flavorful and makes sense for those two colors, but it’s a bit unexciting that it matters only once in the creature’s life on the battlefield, while other shared keywords are combat related and have a greater impact in the game.

@deafeningsandwichpeach​ Hexproof for player is a rare sight, usually preserved for white and green, but there’s also Leyline of Sanctity and Witchbane Orb and this changes things to the point I would even tell this card is overcosted. Cost aside, I really like Seal into Darkness!

@snugz​ I would really love blue getting a combat ability that’s not straight evasion, but going full throttle to lure all creatures is a bit much, given that existing cards are usually uncommon. It could be like old fashioned provoke ( forcing a one on one fight) or even a numbered mechanic, like lure 1 or 3 etc, forcing 1 or 3 creatures to block.

@hypexion​ ​  Lapse of Certainty is definitely  a card, but there’s a reason why it was not repeated. Here, Mean’s to Delay, like Unexpectedly Absent, is an X spell where usually the correct way to ply it is for X=0, turning it into a slightly better counterspell. Not against counterspells in white, but be cautious.

@deg99 With this Angrath design, deg wanted to build more on the Rakdos color combination, through caring about stolen creatures and you know accidentally sacrificing them before returning them to their rightful owners. The power level is quite high, but it’s so enticing that I would gladly playtest this card to enjoy the crazy ride!

@hiygamer​ Sooner or later, we will see this card printed, I’m sure! When that time comes, I hope it costs a little less, and also that it has an equally inspiring flavor text! Really nice design!

@thedirtside Our friendly snailbear wanted magic to be a little more weird, and what’s weirder than a procrastinating Eldrazi, looming over the battlefield, doing it’s own things. Given, its practically impossible to interact with it and this takes away a lot of points per say, but I love suspend and bizarre triggers that feel like a disturbance in the Force. But we must cling to simpler things to make it happen.

@stormtide-leviathan​ The proposal of this design is sponsored by “Horse United” inc and pushes WOTC to pass an errata to merge all Pegasi, Unicorn and Horses into one race XD On the actual design, Swifting Steed is a real treat for limited!

@teaxch​ here tacling on the big issues of mtg, the shared keyword for blue and black! Feint is surely flavorful and it would make combats really interesting, but the main requirement for a shared keyword is to be able to mix with the other established keywords of the color pair. Blue and black have a lot of evasive abilities so an ability that matters when you’re blocked might not get the green light. That said, I definitely want to see this ability here and there in sets. A little guile spices things up! Also, neat flavor text XD!

@dimestoretajic​ With a quick read I was quite thrilled, but then I realized that you had collective care about itself. That leads into being a bit clunky, and also it goes from 0 to 100 in 1 sec because it’s either you have not 3 collective so no draw for you, or you got 3 , which means 3 triggers and thus 3 cards!! With a small tweak, this brave insect could be holding the fair’s coveted trophy!

@corporalotherbear

​ It’s true that there are some dryads that care about multicolored shenanigans, and I really like Manatwist Dryad playing into this space and establishing this trend. Because if green can’t care about multicolors, who can?

@fractured-infinity​ Edit: I forgot the commentary for this entry last night. My sincere apologies! A new card type is always an exciting gift for our inbox! Strongholds can die from damage like planeswalker do. They make sense in white and I could see them secondary in blue as large structures are products of community and science.

Watcher’s tower has two passive abilities, the vigilance granting requires 0 effort, while the buff requires you to “man” the stronghold with the garrison activated ability. I wish phasing was still relevant so the creatures would phase out instead of exiling themselves, because things can quickly get out of hand with blink shenanigans.

The +2/+2 buff might be a bit much because it isn’t that hard to get it online on turn 3. But all in all, Watcher’s Tower is very interesting and I hope Wizards will explore this space in the future.

@partlycloudy-partlyfuckoff Sometimes you see a mechanic and it’s not in the color it deserves to be. Mentor in Green seems like a perfect fit, and the non human clause gives this Leonin a greater sense of camaraderie. All in all a good design and future proposal.

@gollumni​ I saw this card in a very positive light with the first read. I like investigate after all, and I had good memories of it pulling its weight in Shadows over Innistrad, giving White a taste of the forbidden fruit that is card draw. But with the second read, I feel the card is too efficient, taping two creatures and two lands for an instant speed draw is quite good, and adding the overrun option felt a bit too much. But other than power level concerns, I really dig this design.

@corillion​ This might seem like an everyday card without context, but the change suggested involves first strike and double strike being relevant in fights. I’m all for it, but I got a feeling that the closer we will get to this is like a first strike lord that allows only first strikers deal damage in fights.

@kytheon4-4 said let there be hatebears, but we got hatebirbs instead XD but instead of harassing your opponent, this feathered boi plainly protects your side of the board so you get to play uninterrupted, but only on your turn. Fair and square.

@reaperfromtheabyss​ Ending the same way we started, with planeswalker support, this time in Red, as it is proposed to be the secondary planeswalker matters color. I can get behind this idea, as red has a sense of wanderlust thematically, and in terms of game, it cares about noncreature spells so planeswalkers are game too. On the card itself, the etb trigger is quite nice, even dealing two damage is fine. About the alternative loyalty ability, a mere ping is something that you would encounter on a weaker planeswalker, so it could at least be a + 2 loyalty ability, to ensure the survival of your planeswalker, as red isn’t really good at defending.

#new years resolutions #group commentary #mtg #magic the gathering #Inventor's Fair #custom magic card #that's a lot of white cards

[thatonekawaiigirl13]

Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter 55

Chapter Fifty-five: Stationary 

Light’s POV:

“Light-kun!” Misa’s voice cried over the phone. As per usual, she was loud and chipper. Light decided it was too chipper for his taste. On the inside, he groaned, reminding himself that he wouldn’t have to deal with Misa Amane for much longer. There was only so much he could take, and somehow Misa got on his every nerve.

Only a few couple days, and she should be out of your life for good. Be patient and wait. Soon there will be a new Second Kira. Someone a lot smarter. Someone who will truly understand me and my goals as Kira. Someone to help me bring my vision of the world into a reality. A new world. 

When Light didn’t respond right away, Misa continued on. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you again. I’ve missed you so much-”

“Right,” Light interrupted, not wanting to listen to her antics. There was little time to waste and he needed to get down to business. There was much to explain and he also needed her to stay alert. “Listen carefully to what I’m about to say. I can’t talk for long; it would arouse too much suspicion, so listen up.”

He heard her groan. It was probably due to the fact that she was disappointed he couldn’t talk long, he figured. After a short pause, she collected herself. She was still a little disappointed, but she moved on. “Alright. I’m listening. This is about the exchange, yes?”

Of course. What else would it be about? 

“Yes,” Light replied. He leaned forward on the table he had been leaning on. Although he knew Misa couldn’t see him, he had a smirk on his face. “It’s time. Everything is all set to go. I just need you to follow my instructions and keep an eye out for anyone suspicious as you do so. It’s important that no one catches on, especially now that we’ve been officially cleared.”

“I understand.” Despite not seeing her face to face, he could imagine her nod as she spoke over the phone.

He could tell from her tone that she was excited to be of use to him once more, perfect. Don’t mess this up for me, Misa Amane. This is the last time I’ll need you, but it’s somehow the most important time. Can’t have any loose ends. 

“Good. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” was Misa’s ready response. “I’m listening.”

“Alright,” there was a twinkle in Light’s eyes as he spoke. “Here’s the plan, as I said, listen closely and be extra cautious…”

Light told her his plan, his confidence growing as he did. After all, he had thought everything out. In less than three days, he’d have a new Second Kira. This time, one that would act the way he wanted him to act. One that wouldn’t defy him, one that would help him get a step closer to his ideal new world. And a step further away from his personal annoyance, Misa Amane. It was perfect, he was now glad that Rem had requested this of him.

It’s only a matter of time before I’ll become unstoppable. Just you wait, L. I’m coming for you, once and for all. 

L’s POV:

The clock ticked on the side of the computer screen, which the detective found rather distracting. He knew something was not right, he could feel it. L noticed that he had been feeling like that a lot lately, given the current circumstances. 

Light’s still not here yet, he noted. It’s half past seven, and he’s usually here early…of course, it wouldn’t be unusual to sleep in…but with his previous behavior, it’s far more likely that he’s up to something. In fact, it probably means that he’s getting in contact with Misa Amane. I suspect that’s exactly what he’s up to at this moment. It makes the most sense. It can’t just be a simple coincidence. Nothing ever is, at least not in this investigation.

He bit into his breakfast, a jelly filled doughnut with white frosting. More thoughts swirled through his head as he thumbed through his files, looking for something new. Anything new. However, he wasn’t at all surprised at the outcome of the reports. 

Of course. No new criminals today. At least, none that have been reported thus far. I’m sure that won’t last too much longer, given the circumstances. Knowing Light, and the rules of the notebook, one’s actions can be manipulated before their death. This means that, despite the exchange of power that’s going to take place, I’m sure Light will tell Misa to write in names for later, until the exchange is complete. That way, criminals won’t stop dying randomly and there will be a smooth transition of killing power. There’s only three more days until the exchange is made and I know Light is thorough, I know he wouldn’t want to leave any breadcrumbs. He's almost too thorough. Just like me.

The detective glanced at the clock once more, he has to be talking to her at this moment. I’m sure he won’t take too much longer, though. He knows it’s unlike him to sleep in as well, and he knows the longer it takes for him to get here, the more suspicious I’ll be. He’s right, of course, but I’m far past suspicious. Right now, thanks to Keiko’s hard work, we’re one step ahead of him. With any luck, I’d like it to stay that way. We need to be one step ahead so that she’s safe. Speaking of which...

“Good morning, Ryuzaki-san,” Keiko’s soft voice echoed as she entered the room. The detective glanced up at her, feeling a tingle deep in his stomach. For the first time in a while, she looked better rested than usual. L supposed it was because, for now, they had an upper hand. With Rem on their side, things were looking up a little. There was a moment when their eyes met, and she gave him a quick smile. It was faint, but he could see the slight tinge of pink as it dusted across her cheeks, which made him feel dizzy in the best way.

This feeling again…this must be what ‘butterflies’ feel like… 

Unfortunately for him, the feeling didn’t last long as he noticed Light trailing in behind her. His hand grazed her side, wrapping around her waist, as if he were claiming her as the two sat down on the couch. The detective’s eyes narrowed, noticing the brief discomfort on Keiko’s face as he did so. It was soon replaced with a smile, but L knew better. He knew her well by now. 

She doesn’t like being touched by him, he noted. It must be hard for her, having to pretend like that...and it’s all because of me. I’m sorry, Keiko Kagami. I’m sorry that you feel you have to go through all of this for someone like me...and for the case, of course. 

The detective worked to ignore what he figured was guilt as he looked over at the two of them, now sitting comfortably on the couch. Light had, thankfully, removed his arm from her side to take a peek at the files on the coffee table. 

“Did we miss anything, Ryuzaki-san?” Light questioned as he looked up from the files. 

You already know the answer to that, so why bother asking? You’re just putting on a show now…though I suppose that’s not unusual for you, you’re always quite the actor..

“Nothing yet, although I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.”

Light gave a nod. “And there’s no new leads?” 

“I’m afraid not. This Kira’s been hiding their tracks well,” The detective murmured, sneaking a glance at Keiko. She kept her face as neutral as possible, though L knew that she had to be feeling rather conflicted. Once again, he fought hard to ignore the pang that he felt in his heart. 

We have to solve this as soon as possible, for her sake. After the exchange is made, we’ll have to work hard in order to corner this new Kira, and get the evidence needed to convict Light. That way, the sooner she won’t have to pretend to love him, to want to be with him. I can’t have her suffer any longer. It’s honestly torturous enough for me, I can’t even imagine how she’s feeling. I don’t want to imagine that.

“I’m sure we’ll find something soon,” Light replied, breaking the detective away from his thoughts. “Quite soon, in fact.”

“Yes, I’m sure they’re bound to slip up sometime,” the detective replied, an eyebrow raised. 

Only a matter of time until this exchange is made, until we can fully put Keiko’s plan into action. Light Yagami, you’d better be ready. 

Through the corner of his eye, he saw Keiko eyeing him. She knew she had to also be thinking about the plan, about him, and possibly, about the other night. L leaned back in his chair, facing away from Light and Keiko, allowing himself to dig into those thoughts for a moment. 

He still wasn’t used to the emotions she made him feel, he knew that without a doubt. L was new to all of this. He didn’t like to feel weak, he hated that, in fact. Somehow, she had a way of making him weak. However, despite his initial aversion to love, he knew he wanted to feel those emotions, no matter how messy. He had finally realized that. For Keiko, it was worth it, or so he supposed. There was no one else who could make him feel the way she did, she was special to him in that way. 

L knew this because it was her, Keiko Kagami. It was selfish of him, he felt guilty for wanting to feel anything at all, for wanting her to love him, but he somehow couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop himself, despite how foolish he knew he was being. The detective could no longer deny this feeling, to himself, or to Watari. He knew that. 

Watari’s words echoed through the detective’s mind, “whatever you do, all I ask is that you don’t have any regrets. You’re young and it would be a shame if you let an opportunity like this pass you by if it’s something you truly want.”

Is this something I truly want? He questioned, even though he already knew the answer to that. It was a dangerous answer. He thought back to the other night, how he’d held her in his arms. How he didn’t want to let go. How he’d wanted more of her. He closed his eyes, retracing his actions of that night. 

I initially wanted to kiss her. I know she wanted me to kiss her too…however, I couldn’t. I can’t. Not while she’s still with Light. I can’t complicate things for her anymore than they already are. Not now. It wouldn’t be fair to her. Even hugging her like that was entirely selfish of me. I know that, I know that well. 

He let out a breath as a sudden realization hit him. It was a simple, quite logical conclusion to all the thoughts he’d had about her, all the feelings, and all the actions. Simple, yet terrifying and entirely selfish. 

It’s getting harder and harder to contain these emotions for her. This means I have to work harder, for her sake and for mine, to not be selfish. To work harder and contain them. I love her…but she can’t know, not with her feelings for me. Light Yagami can’t know. Not now, not when so much is at stake. I can’t take any risks, I can’t make any foolish decisions. It’s too dangerous. She’s trying her best to respect the fact that it would be too difficult for us to be together. I can’t be the one to tempt her when she’s trying to save me…

The detective moved slightly in his seat, but after the investigation is over...assuming I am still alive...what happens then? What becomes of us? Can I truly allow myself to freely love her? Am I capable of that? And my job, it’s still dangerous...though I suppose not as dangerous as this investigation...but wait a moment...does she truly love me? And if she does, would she still want me to love her? 

He wasn’t sure if he would ever get a proper answer to all of his questions. For now, all he knew was that he was determined to stay alive. For many reasons, most of all being her. For the first time in his life, he was fueled by love.

/timeskip/ 

Keiko’s POV:

“Ryuzaki-san,” Keiko murmured once the coast was clear. Thanks to the others taking a late lunch, the two were alone. Probably not for long, she figured, but just enough for them to talk without anyone eavesdropping. She sat down in a chair that was across from him, scooching over ever so slightly, just to be extra safe. The two were now within touching distance, something she was quite aware of. She fought to ignore it.

“You think the exchange is going to happen soon, yes?” 

Keiko nodded as the raven haired retective took the words from her mouth. It was like he could read her mind, but she supposed she was used to that by now. It was his talent, she knew that well. 

Well, one of his talents, at least...

She let out a sigh, she knew she should be happy that their plan would soon be set into action, but she was still tense. After all, it was a huge risk. If things went wrong, it would entirely be her fault. She wasn’t sure she could live with that, and she didn’t want to. If all things went to plan, she wouldn’t have to, but would all things go to plan?

I hope so...

“I agree,” L started, breaking her away from her anxiety. “I believe this exchange will be happening within the next 48 hours, probably less. I’m sure Light’s anxious for a new Kira to take over…knowing him, he wants to take action as soon as possible.”

“I’m sure you’re right. Knowing him, he is. That being said...will they be ready for the exchange? You said Wedy and Aiber are waiting for your command, yes?”

This time, L nodded. “Yes, they’re waiting for me to give the order. They’ve been briefed on the location of the exchange and they’ve been instructed to do surveillance and get a feel for the security of the location in the meantime. Wedy is working hard studying the surveillance layout, and Aiber was able to get a work pass for Misa’s modeling session. He’ll be helping out with her modeling set, which will give him the opportunity to blend in. They’ll both be in the shadows as planned, don’t worry. They know how to be careful and discreet. That’s why I trust them, that’s why I’ve worked with them so often…”

“Good,” Keiko swallowed. “Once we figure out who this new Kira is, I’m sure we can get him to slip up...and once that happens…”

“We’ll be able to catch them both with the evidence we collect…once and for all,” L finished for her. “This will all be over.”

Keiko nodded. She looked up at him, thinking back to the other night. Thinking back to how it felt to have his arms wrapped around her. She could feel her heart fluttering as she wished she could feel that way again, warm and safe, even if only for a moment. Keiko pushed that thought aside, feeling her cheeks warm as she met the detective’s gaze. She looked away, trying to calm herself down. Her feelings for him and her anxiety were starting to eat away at her, and she couldn't have that. 

“This is going to work,” she whispered. Keiko honestly wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself, to L, or to them both. 

It has to work…it will work...right?

“Keiko-chan,” L’s voice breaks her away from her thoughts. She looked over at him again, his eyes meeting hers as she did. Although he appeared calm and collected, she knew he was also scared. And yet, there they were, both trying to be strong for each other. She didn’t know his exact feelings for her, but she did know he trusted her, which was enough to give her a little comfort. He wouldn’t trust just anyone, meaning he had to truly have faith in her and her abilities. 

“You’re right,” he started, his hand reaching out to touch hers. “It’s going to work…we’re going to win.”

Exhibit A. Keiko gently squeezed his hand as he reached out. Before she could stop herself, she was intertwining his fingers with her own, desperate for his touch. She didn’t care anymore that her face was starting to turn a little pink again, she needed his comfort. She wanted-no, needed his touch.

I need him, Keiko realized. And even more, I need him to live...after all that we’ve been through, it would be unfair if...if…I can’t even say it… 

“Keiko…” her name left his lips in a small, hushed tone, and for a moment, it looked as though he was just as emotionally frazzled as she was. The fact that he hadn’t let go yet had her heart starting to race. She knew she couldn’t kiss him, couldn’t properly confess her feelings, but she at least wanted to have some part of him to herself, even if for a moment. 

Please don’t let go yet, she mentally repeated to herself. Please just let me hold your hand a moment longer…

L’s POV:

The detective could feel the butterflies as Keiko intertwined her fingers with his, her touch was electric against his skin. Her touch was enough to drive him crazy, his feelings for her were almost enough to consume him at this point. 

He could feel the thick tension between them. L knew, perhaps as well as Keiko did, that they shouldn’t be doing this. It would lead to other temptations, temptations that he couldn’t allow himself to indulge in. He couldn’t let himself hold her, he couldn’t let himself kiss her, not when Light or any one of the others could walk in at any moment. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since they had all left for lunch, but he knew Light always ate fast so he could quickly return to investigate. The detective knew that it was probably better, in this instance, to be safe rather than sorry. 

I am in love with you, Keiko Kagami...that’s why I have to let go, for your sake and for my own...it’s too dangerous...

Much to Keiko’s disappointment, and his own, he dropped his hand from hers, feeling the lack of warmth. It was something he immediately missed. He was sure she missed it, too, judging from the look in her eyes. L was very aware of her feelings for him, but he was sure she still didn’t quite know how he felt about her. He was certain it was still somewhat of a mystery, a puzzle with some pieces here and there, but nothing concrete. 

And I should keep it that way…right now, I have to focus on staying alive, firstly for this investigation...and secondly...for her...

“We’re baaack,” Matusda called out in a sing-song voice as he stepped into the room. This caused L to sit back in his seat, away from Keiko, who also had jumped back in surprise at the sudden noise. The two looked at each other, their eyes meeting a moment before they both looked away. 

That was a close one...if I had waited any longer to let go…it would have raised some questions for sure... 

“Welcome back, guys,” Keiko called out, standing up from her chair. She took a step towards the group. L returned his gaze back to his computer, determined to not look at anyone, especially not Kieko. 

“Did we miss anything?” Light questioned, L could see in his peripheral vision that he was moving towards Keiko. Once again, L felt his heart ache at the fact that Keiko still had to pretend to have feelings for him. That she had to pretend that she loved him. That she wanted to be around him, and be his girlfriend. 

“No,” the detective heard Keiko reply. “Nothing’s happened…”

Yet, L thought to himself. Soon, though, very soon…this will all be over…hang in there, Keiko… and I’ll also try to hang on...  

/timeskip/

Misa’s POV:

As much as I don’t want to give up the death note, I am happy that I will be useful to Light one final time, Misa thought as she pulled out her phone to text Mikami. It was a newer phone, a burner phone, in order to keep L and the rest of the Task Force off their trail. 

I have to admit, it is a smart idea to have another Kira...I don’t want Light to get caught...but I still wish I could be the one Light works with for his vision. I suppose, perhaps after L is off our trail for good, perhaps it’ll be safe for us to work together again...I’ll be hoping that day will come…

She sent Mikami the coordinates of the address, which was only a building over from where he said he would be working that day. His response was almost immediate. After this confirmation, Misa snapped the phone shut, shoving it into the pocket of her dress. 

For now, we wait...only a couple more days to go, and then it’s time...soon. 

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[dalamjisung]

what you want ❋ bambam

word count: 4213

genre: angst, college!au

pairing: reader x bambam

description: people have been feeding you lies about the boy in your class. it’s time to learn the truth by yourself

Everyone knows him before he even says his name. Well, before he even says his nickname; his name is too long and too foreign for most. It starts with his clothes; all designer brands and fashion forward, with their bright colors and bedazzles. Then, the accessories come next, shinning more than the street lamps in the Main Ave. But it is mostly his attitude that confirms his identity; from his smirk and brooding eyes, to even the way he walks, going around as if he owns the place and everyone in it. He screams young and rich; and indeed he is. BamBam is probably the richest kid you know, and he is not afraid to flaunt it. 

You two have been in the same college for two years now, and in the same class for about a month, since the beginning of the semester, and lo and behold, BamBam is yet to learn your name. He is everything you despise; arrogant, stupid, and inconsiderate– or at least, you heard him to be like that. You’ve never interacted with the boy with the few exceptions of homework exchange in the class group chat, and you hope to stay that way; you aren’t interested in whatever hookup tales and travel stories he has to tell, your life is hard enough as it is, trying to balance work and school, you didn’t have to feel bad about being broke, either. 

The problem is that you were really good friends with Jackson, a Chinese exchange upperclassmen, and he, in turn, is really good friends with BamBam. You are also friends with Youngjae and Jinyoung, two great guys that happen to also be friends with BamBam. It made you cautious, if anything, since every time you want to vent about the stupidities of the Thai boy, you have to make sure that it isn’t to his friends, not wanting to put them in a very uncomfortable position– and that is really hard, considering the fact that BamBam is good friends with everyone. 

It isn’t until the day before your Literature midterm that you lose it. The college is already in pure chaos thanks to the exams, and people are being even more inconsiderate than usual, but you don’t have it in you to complain– you are too shy to say anything. Even though you are the class’ representative, it is really hard for you to be the center of attentions; it makes you incredibly uncomfortable to have all eyes on you, and you signed up for the class rep. position as a way to challenge yourself to be more out there. It had been Jackson’s idea, and he’s helping you out ever since. 

“Excuse me.”

You look up from where you are standing just to come face to face with Kim Yugyeom, aka BamBam’s best friend. 

“Yes?” You ask, voice wavering a little bit. You have to admit; this boy’s height is enough to intimidate you, now adding the beauty on top of it all is just too much. 

“You’re the class representative, right?” He asks with a wide smile.

“…yeah,” You nod slowly. What’s the catch? “What can I help you with, Yugyeom?”

“Oh, you even know my name,” He teases, throwing you a wink. “I just need help with the new topic in Psychology… I wasn’t in school last week and I’m afraid that if I don’t catch up now, I never will.”

“Oh,” Your eyes go wide. You never said anything to anyone, but you’ve also heard things about Kim Yugyeom, and they were the same, if not worse, them the things you’ve heard about BamBam. You wanted to say no, and just save yourself from the disaster that this is bound to turn into, but you can’t– this is your job, after all. “Sure. I-I can help you, I think…”

“Great!” He smiles even wider and for a second you think his cheeks are about to rip. “Would today at 5PM work? At the coffee shop in front of the dance building”

“Yeah,” You sigh, already throwing your plans to re-watch Friends out of the window. “I guess it does.”

“Thank you so much, class rep!” Yugyeom gives you two thumbs up and his eyes are almost disappearing under the big smile on his face. Suddenly, his face falls, and his eyes are not two squints anymore, but two huge brown orbs staring at you intently. “Ah! I forgot to ask! I have a friend who was also gone and is also struggling with the new topic… is it alright if he comes with?”

“Of course, who–“

Before you can ask, Yugyeom is already gone, running through the halls squealing in excitement. You sigh, tiredly, already knowing who to blame for this. 

[y/n: how could you betray me like this?]

[jackson: idk what you’re talking about]

[y/n: fess up, heathen]

[y/n: you were the one that told yugyeom to ask me for help]

[jackson: goddammit he told you, didn’t he?]

[y/n: he didn’t have to -_-]

[y/n: yugyeom doesn’t care about school, but he does care about his hyungs]

[jackson: lol what?]

[y/n: what?]

[jackson: who told you that?]

[jackson: yugyeom is the biggest nerd I’ve ever met]

[jackson: and I’m friends with YOU]

You roll your eyes at that. Sure, you like getting good grades, and sure, you might not be the most socially active person, but you wouldn’t call yourself a nerd. And you wouldn’t call Yugyeom a nerd, either… at least not from what you’ve been told. Well, I guess people can be wrong.

Shrugging it off, you try to focus on the rest of your classes, but you can’t. If you had it wrong about Yugyeom, what else could you possibly have been misinformed? Shaking it off, you start making your way to the coffee shop, hoping to get there a little earlier than Yugyeom and his friend to collect yourself and prepare your notes. 

You realize your efforts were in vain when you see the two boys through the window, with a couple of girls laughing at something they said. Your eyes didn’t miss the pile of books and notes on the table and you smile a little; maybe you were wrong about them, and maybe that is okay. Maybe the friend he brought is a nice guy, and maybe you could make new friends, and maybe– just maybe– Jackson is right; they are worth a shot. 

The door jingles when you walk in and you smile when you see Mark behind the counter.

“Y/N,” He calls loudly, and you walk over just for him to give you a cup of coffee. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came over to help Yugyeom and his friend with some work they missed when they were out last week,” You shrug, and Mark eyes go wide.

“Uh, I thought you didn’t like BamBam…” Mark goes off slowly, a little confused with the situation.

“What?” You laugh. “I said Yugyeom.”

“You’re in for a surprise,” It’s all Mark says before walking away to help another customer. 

Just as you are about to call him back, Yugyeom walks over to you and grabs your heavy bag. 

“Over here, Y/N,” He smiles and guides you to the table you saw him before. “Girls, it was nice meeting you, but now we have to get back to studying.”

“We’ll see you guys at the party Friday,” One of them says and leaves, chuckling with her friend. 

“Y/N, thank you so much for agreeing to help us out,” Yugyeom starts, as you focused on getting your books out of your bag. “This is BamBam, by the way, I’m not sure if you two ever met.”

You’re in for a surprise. 

This is it; you were going to kill Mark Tuan. 

“Nice to meet you,” BamBam smiles and sure, it’s adorable and innocent looking, but you aren’t about to be fooled. “I’m BamBam.”

“I know,” You say shortly, ignoring the hand. “I am sure everyone knows.”

BamBam’s brows go up high and his eyes get wide. 

“Sure…” He says uncomfortably. “Should we start?”

You smile awkwardly at that and tell them to open their books. The evening goes by quickly– Yugyeom and BamBam, as much as you hate saying it, are great students. They pay attention and seem to grasp the subject quickly, even taking notes and asking questions. BamBam is not as enthusiastic as Yugyeom, but you can clearly see he is trying his best. Maybe I was wrong, you sigh in defeat, looking at the dark street as you wait for them to finish a worksheet you gave them. Maybe he is not that bad… maybe people are wrong about him. 

“Finished!” BamBam announces with a bright grin. You take a quick look to find that most of his answers were correct, with the exception of a couple. He would’ve been one of the highest scores in the class had he been there on the day of the quiz. 

“Well, congrats,” You smile a bit and he mirrors you. “You got it mostly right. I don’t think you need my help any further.”

“What about me?” Yugyeom hands your the worksheet and you laugh joyously as you read it over. “You got them all right,” You chuckle, honestly happy about the progress of the two boys. “You guys are good to go.”

They do a weird handshake and then look at you again. “Thank you so much for helping us, Y/N,” Yugyeom smiles. “Now we’re all caught up with the class.”

“And to celebrate,” BamBam smirks and you can feel something change; a switch in the air, per se, and suddenly there is a slight tension looming over you guys. “Why don’t you come to the party on Friday? It’s over at Jaebeom hyung’s and–“

“I’ll pass,” Your smile is gone now, and all you can think of is the huge amount of people that would certainly be there– the bodies, the loud music, the smell… all of those together are not a good combination for you. “But thanks, BamBam.”

“Why?” He laughs, and it feels a little odd, almost as if he is laughing at you. “It’ll be fun, come on!”

“Bam, I think she’s not into that kind of stuff,” Yugyeom tried to reason. 

“Yeah, it’s really not for me,” You shrug. “But thanks, anyways.”

“No, don’t knock it ‘till you try it!” BamBam says a little too loudly and you wince, retreating into yourself. “I promise we’ll make it worth your while; you need to relax a little, Y/N!”

And without even knowing, BamBam crossed a line you aren’t sure he can uncross. Mark, hearing all of it as he got ready to leave, made his way over to your table in hopes of smoothing things down, but you were too wind up.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?” You are seething, and any normal person could see it. 

“I said you need to relax,” To top it all, BamBam rolls his eyes at you, and you have to hold back from choking him unconscious. “You know, you are always talking about school and all and I just think that if you go to the party, you’ll have fun… for once!”

“I do have fun,” You mumble through gritted teeth, and you see the exact moment BamBam noticed your clenched fists. “And it might not be your concept of fun, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Not all of us shit money and fuck everything that walks; I have things I need to worry about, unlike you. You don’t even know me, what gives you the right to judge me?”

Mark gasps from behind you, and his hands are on yours, pulling you way from BamBam, but the latter holds you by the elbow with a strong grip. You can’t quite get a good look at him because of his hair, but you could feel it; BamBam was pissed and his anger was overpowering.

“That’s very hypocritical of you,” He whispers in your ear. “Class rep.”

Mark drags you out of there before you can answer, but in all honesty, you weren’t sure you could– he was right, after all. 

                                                       ------------------------

The week goes by quickly and Friday approaches as if it was a very important day– and it could be, if you consider movie night with Jackson and Jinyoung a special occasion that occurs every week. What you get, though, when you arrive at their place, is not what you are expecting. 

Jackson looks out of the ordinary good; he has a nice shirt on and his hair is sleeked back. Jinyoung is sitting on the couch looking like he always does, yet still looking incredible. They were clearly waiting for you, since you barely have time to put the snack bag down before your friends are pushing you out the door and inside a taxi. You squeeze in the back, confused and slightly amused, as you hear Jackson spit out the final address. 

“Isn’t that Jaebeom’s address?” You mutter out loud, and just as you connect the dots, the car is moving. “Guys, no.”

“Yes.” They say in unison. 

“Enough is enough, Y/N,” Jackson states. “We’ve always let you be because we know you get really anxious about parties and new people, but Mark told us what happened a few days ago. Look, it was not right for BamBam to just tell you all of that, he doesn’t know half of your story, but you need to stop this.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“You live your life studying and working– which is great! Don’t get us wrong, we’re not saying for you to drop all of your responsibilities and party all the time,” Jinyoung shrugs. “But you are 21… You are living your prime days doing homework. That’s not living. We’ve always been here for you, and we will always be here for you, life goes beyond school. You have to admit, BamBam was right– it’s time to have fun.”

You groan, pained to hear those words. “I know he was right,” You mumble, looking out of the window. “I know I’m a hypocritical bitch. Anything else you want to rub in my face, Jinyoung?”

“That’s not what I meant at all,” He gasps. “What the hell did BamBam say to you?”

You shake your head in disappointment. Not at the boys; they had a point. You really needed to live beyond your dorm walls and have some fun, as much as you hated hearing that; it hurt on a level that you never wanted to reach. You were disappointed in yourself. It wasn’t always like this, and the fact that you allowed yourself to fall back into this routine killed you. You weren’t happy, you knew that, but you were content, and for a second, that seemed better than being vulnerable. 

“Just some stuff,” You finally answer. “He wasn’t wrong, though.”

“But apparently we were,” Jackson sighs, worried eyes set on you. He could read you like a book. “I’m sorry, Y/N, we don’t know the full picture, and we thought this would be a good idea but–”

Well isn’t this ironic?

“We can go back if you want?” Jinyoung frowns, ready to tell the driver to go back. He could see the hurt in your face, and it killed him to see you like this. They hated that you were always cooped up in your room on the weekends, complaining about your loud neighbors and watching dramas online, but seeing you hurt is way worse. “We don’t want you to change, love; we just want to show you something new.”

You nod slowly. “Sure,” You say, taking a deep breath. “I need to go to that party, anyways…”

“You do?!” They look at each other incredulously. 

“Yeah,” You sigh, closing your eyes and enjoying the cold feeling of the glass window on your forehead. “I need to apologize to someone.”

                                                     ------------------------

The events that follow were expected. Jinyoung is whisked away by an excited Yugyeom, whom in return receives a slap to the head. Jackson lasts a little longer with you; holding your hand in a comforting way whenever he noticed you were getting too overwhelmed. Mark and Youngjae join you two, surprised and happy with your presence. They’ve been doing this for so long, you think. And I never knew. Your friends never talked about parties with you, and you never wondered why until today.

“We never wanted to make you uncomfortable,” Youngjae explains once you ask. “We party a lot, to be honest, and we always wanted you to come, but you made it very clear you hate things like this so…”

Your face falls at that. They always stayed in whenever you asked, and you never even gave them the chance to ask you to come out. You felt like the worst friend in the world. 

“I’m sorry,” You say and his eyes go wide. “Next time I promise I’ll come with. I want to have fun with you guys, too.”

“Ya, seriously?” Youngjae smiles wide, surprised. “You can’t take it back!”

“I won’t!” You promise, laughing with your friend. “I’m sorry I’ve been a bad friend, Youngjae.”

“You were never a bad friend, Y/N,” He smiles. “We understand. Movie nights are fun in a different way; they are comfortable and cozy, and if that’s what you needed, we were happy to provide. But sometimes you need some excitement, and that’s what parties are for… we didn’t want to pressure you, so we never said anything. We just waited until you were ready– and I guess you are now.”

You nod, hugging him tight, before wandering off alone, in search of the person you went there to see. You end up in the kitchen, and you think that maybe fetching yourself a beer won’t hurt too much. 

“Here,” You hear someone say from behind you, and your cheeks brighten once you realize you were noticeably lost. “You’re looking for beer, right?”

“Ah,” You turn around and smile. “Yes. Thanks, Yugyeom.”

“Didn’t think I’d see you here after what happened in the coffee shop,” He deadpans, and you can feel it once again. The tension. “You know, I always thought you were pretty cool, Y/N. The hyungs talk about you a lot, and I always saw you as this funny person, even though you don’t talk much.”

You don’t say anything. You know exactly where this is going and you allow it; you deserve it.

“I never pegged you as a judgmental person,” He chuckles. “Mainly because everyone judges you. I don’t know, I thought you’d be all that Jackson hyung told me… but I was wrong. I guess we really don’t know you, after all.”

“That’s not fair,” You chuckle. “I get what you’re saying, and I’m sorry. This is what I came here to do; apologize. But what you’re doing is not fair.”

“How so?” He smiles a bit. 

“I judged unfairly, and for that I apologize,” You say, voice seeping honesty. “But you’re doing the exact same. I had a reason to react the way I did, the same way BamBam had a reason to react the way he did. You’re taking sides, Yugyeom.” “Well, of course I am,” He shrugs. “BamBam is my best friend.”

You laugh at that– a full blown laugh, with your head back and happy giggles in the end. “That does make sense. I am happy he has someone like you, Yugyeom.”

And with those words, the bright smiled boy you met before was back. “Thanks, Y/N. Now, if you must know, BamBam is in the back porch. Things got a little too much for him in here, so he went there to get some air.”

“Thanks Yugy,” You say and before you can leave, he grabs your hand.

“Once you get sorted out with BamBam,” He chuckles. “Can we be friends? Jackson hyung told me some hilarious stories about you, and I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now…”

“Of course we can,” You smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too.”

“Good or bad?” He shouts, surprising you. “Say good, please.”

“Bye Yugyeom!”

Finding the back porch was harder than you thought, but you manage. You see his jacket before you see him, and in your defense, you couldn’t really not see the bedazzled black jacket on the ground. BamBam is right next to it, though, laying down on the wooden floor, and you panic. Is he alright? Did he drink too much? What–

“Whoever you are,” He says, and his voice is nothing but tired. “Either come here, or leave.”

“Oh, sorry,” You mumble, and his head snaps in your direction. “Do you mind chatting for a bit?”

“Why?” He chuckles humorlessly. “So you can tell me all the things I did wrong? I don’t think so, sweetheart, now why don’t you–“

“I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, you said that before now please–“

“No,” You stand your ground, even though you felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest. “I’m really sorry, BamBam. I shouldn’t have believed all of those things people told me; I was stupid and naive. And I shouldn’t have snapped at you back in the coffee shop, but I just thought that–“

“That I was a complete idiot with no purpose in life,” He says harshly. “Sounds about right?”

“Y-Yeah, but–“

“But you realized you were wrong and now you want to apologize so we can be friends.”

“How’d you know?” You ask, voice wavering more than you’d like to admit.

“You’re not the first,” He sighs, frowning. “It seems like there is always a problem with me. And don’t try to deny it– I can see you shaking your head.”

“Well,” You start carefully. “You do come off as a little bit… spoiled.”

BamBam laughs and pats the empty space next to him. Just as you sit down, you hear him talking slowly, as if he, too, needed to process it all. 

“People think I’m this billionaire’s son that doesn’t care about anything but my reputation,” He starts. “But they don’t know half of it. I skip class, I party a lot, so that means I don’t care about school, right?”

“I mean–“

“I’m at the top of the Dean’s list with a full scholarship,” BamBam says curtly, his voice as sharp as a knife. “And if I’m not wrong, you are right under me.”

To say that you were surprised was an understatement. 

“But how do you carry the scholarship when you are barely even on campus?” You ask.

“Who said that? Because the only time I can recall missing class was last week, when I had a business meeting, and my first semester during Freshman year, when I had to fly home for my brother’s wedding.” As BamBam explained things to you, you couldn’t help but notice his hands, fidgeting with each other; is he nervous? 

“The truth is, I’ve noticed you for a while now,” He mumbles with a shy smile, his cheeks blushing, and you swear you’ve never seen such an adorable man before. “People always assume the wrong thing about you, too, so I thought that– I don’t know, I thought that you’d get me. Jackson hyung and Jinyoung hyung always tell me these great things about you, and how you never back down even when you’re struggling and I thought that maybe we could be friends… or something more.”

What?

“But then you’ve never even looked at me,” The sadness you felt from his voice was killing you. “You barely even talked to me, even when you had to talk to everyone for that one field trip… I have to admit, I was kind of hurt. The girl I was crushing on hated my guts, and I didn’t even know why.”

“BamBam,” You gasp, reaching to touch his arm, but he is quick to evade your hand. When his eyes met yours, you swear you were about to break down; the vulnerability, the hurt, the anger. You could see everything. “I’m so sorry.”

“Well, it’s too late now,” He smiles a tight closed-lip smile and you feel your heart breaking. “I’m tired of stuck up people trying to prove they are better then me. I run my own business, that is, by the way, going really well. I have amazing grades in school. I have friends that I can count as if they were my own family. I don’t need anything else.”

“You might not need it,” You say as he gets up. “But you want it. I know you do.”

“What I want clearly doesn’t matter,” He scoffs, walking to the door. “I’m going inside. You should go soon; I know you hate crowded places.”

You feel a weight on your shoulders, and then he’s gone.

When Jinyoung finds you, about an hour later, you were still crying. 

When Jinyoung takes you home, with promises of a better tomorrow, you are still wearing BamBam’s jacket. 

And when Jinyoung finally leaves, worried and defeated, you are already asleep, hand clutching the jacket that you refused to leave behind.

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aaaahhh my first true angst! it felt weird to leave it like that, so I will probably write a part 2! what do you all think? part 2 or nah? Let me know! Love you all and thanks for the endless support <3

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[wizardessheart-sideb]

Even at ten o’clock, Gedonelune Town was still bustling. To be honest, as exciting as it was, it was also weird. In Reitz, most things closed around seven so no one was out later than that. For the city to be alive right now was different and exciting. Time didn’t stop anyone here!

“Let’s move along! We don’t want to get to the Academy too late.” My Acceptance Letter to my dream school, which was unfortunately animate and a jerk, popped out of my pocket.

“Let’s get some food first. I’m starving,” I told him. I tried to head towards a cafe, but he got in my face, forcing me to take a step back.

“No. You need to get to campus as soon as possible,” he said.

“I mean, it’s already night and I need to get used to being up late anyway since I’m in the Night Class,” I pointed out.

“Keep your voice down!” he shrieked, trying to cover my mouth with one of his corners. I quickly grabbed him and forced him away.

“You’re literally yelling,” I pointed out angrily.

“I’ve had enough of your attitude! I’ve guided many students to the Academy, but none of them have been as rude as you!” he scolded me.

“Excuse me?” Okay, NOW I was mad. “You rushed me out of my house at six in the morning, barely gave me time to pack and I only had time for one meal on the train. You’ve been belittling me through this whole trip. If I’m the rudest student you’ve ever had, it’s because I’m the only one speaking up.”

Maybe I was being rude. Maybe he was right. But I was running on too little sleep and after this long day, I wasn’t really feeling like going along with a letter that told me a couple hours ago that I was lucky to get in and that he wouldn’t be surprised if I flunked out.

“If you keep up this attitude, you’ll be sent home before you can even have your Judgment!”

“I’d rather that happen that refuse to stand up for myself!” I fired back.

“Well, if that’s how you’re going to be, then I’ll just be on my way!”

“Your way?”

“You can wait by yourself for Prefect Nox. And I hope by then you’ll realize you need to listen to others!” How dare he?! I’m fine behaving when the people around me behave too! I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but in a puff of smoke, he stiffened and glided limply into my hands. The slight glow around his edges were gone.

“Mr. Letter?” I called out.

Silence.

“Well, okay then…” I rolled the letter up and stowed it away in my bag. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing I got into a fight with him, but he was so rude! I wondered if everyone at the Academy would be as terrible as he was. No… Surely no one will be as bad as him, right?

I sat down on a nearby bench and watched people pass me by. I had no idea what Prefect Nox looked like, so I just had to hope he’d find me somehow. The minutes crept together and the gnawing feeling in my stomach grew and grew. There weren’t any nearby food stands for me to grab something to eat. Sure, I could go somewhere, but I didn’t dare leave before Prefect Nox found me. We agreed to meet here and I needed to stay put.

My eyes glossed over as I stared off into space but suddenly, a Magic Note floated in front of my face.

“Huh?” I grabbed it and quickly unfolded it. The handwriting was kind of sloppy, to be honest. I could still read it, but clearly, this had been written in a hurry.

I’m sorry, but Rex and I can’t come get you. Something happened on campus and we have to focus on that. We will give you your orientation later. - Nox

“No way…” I murmured under my breath. So I was on my own. There was a bit of disappointment; I had really wanted to meet one of the prefects but apparently, that wasn’t in the cards.

At least I could go eat now.

I gathered up my things and wandered into town, looking for something that looked good. Places were already starting to close down, it was so late. That wasn’t good. I turned off the main road and found myself in front of what looked like a large warehouse. The sign outside said “Hidamari Market” and it looked festive, with golden lights hung up and the lights in the windows still on. Maybe they had some open food places?

The marketplace wasn’t lively, per se, but it wasn’t empty. A few people sat on benches placed in the walkways, but most people were in the stores. I turned into the first restaurant I saw. There was a very handsome blond man sitting with a dog-like familiar in the corner, notebooks in front of him alongside his food. A blonde girl around my age was behind the counter, counting something. She looked up and gave me a warm smile.

“Sit wherever you like! I’ll be with you in a moment,” she told me. I nodded and snagged a booth, appreciating the plush seats. That bench hadn’t been very comfortable.

I opened the menu, looking over the fare. It was a mix of Hinomotan and Gedonelunian food, the menu written in both languages. I liked that. But man, everything sounded so good that I had no idea what to get… As I stared at the menu, trying to decide on something, there were footsteps right beside me. Oh no, I’ll have to tell the waitress I’m not ready. But when I looked up, there wasn’t the waitress. It was a guy who looked about my age with piercing green-gray eyes and spiky hair the color of dark chocolate.

“Mind if I grab this seat?” he asked. I blinked and he didn’t wait for me to say anything. He just slid into the seat across from me.

“Uh, hi?” I replied. There were more footsteps and a waitress appeared, her face in that perpetual smile food service people had to always wear

“Hi there, welcome to Haru’s! Are you two ready?… Oh, it’s you!” A look of surprise came over her as she stared at the guy opposite me.

“You didn’t see me come in?” he asked. She gave him a tired look.

“No. I don’t keep an eye out for you. And what do you think you’re doing, dragging your poor partner on a date this late at night?!” she demanded, hands on her hips.

“Date?! Oh no, he just sat down here -” I said quickly, but the guy cut in.

“It’s not a date right now, but maybe in a few minutes it will be.”

I was going to commit murder in this restaurant tonight.

“Jeez,” the waitress rolled her eyes. “Well, should I get you the usual, Zett?”

“I’ll just have some water,” he replied.

“Okay. What will you have?” she asked, turning to look at me. She adopted that friendly smile again and if I didn’t already feel confused, I certainly did now.

“Um, can I have the cheeseburger and some water? And bills separate, please?” I asked. The waitress was clearly fighting back a laugh.

“Of course! I’ll get that right out for you. And I’ll tell Kevin you’re here, Zett. Haru already went home for the night,” she added, turning to him and dropping that smile.

“That’s fine. Thanks, Kristina,” he gave her a nod. She left us alone but came back moments later with our drinks. Zett didn’t look concerned at all, sipping away and leaning back in his seat like we were friends. Honestly, it kind of irritated me.

“What’s with the face?” he asked.

“Um… Aren’t you going to order anything?” I didn’t even know where to begin.

“No.”

“So you’re just… going to sit there… while I eat?”

“Yeah. Is that creepy?”

“I mean, yeah? You just came and asked if you could sit with me and then didn’t wait for me to answer,” I told him. He laughed.

“Well, it’d be rude to let someone as cute as you sit all alone.” He leaned in towards me, a charming smile on his lips and a devilish shine in his eyes.

“I’m not interested,” I shot him down. He immediately straightened up, that flirty look on his face melting away.

“All right, that’s fine.” He sounded nonchalant, but I needed to stay alert. He knew the waitress and I couldn’t count on her if something went wrong. You can’t talk like that to someone you don’t know well. Maybe the man across the aisle could help me? The market seemed pretty big, so I could probably find a good hiding spot if worse comes to worse.

“So, are you just using me as an excuse to sit here?” I inquired.

“No, I’m actually waiting for a package from the restaurant owner,” he told me.

“‘Package?’” He grinned

“It’s a secret.” He winked at me. Gods above, give me patience not to slap this weirdo.

“Hm. That sounds sketchy,” I commented. If I couldn’t hit him physically, I could at least get some verbal jabs in.

“Maybe that’s for the best,” he laughed. “I’ve got a bad boy image to preserve.”

“You can’t preserve what you don’t have,” I said. Zett choked on his water and burst into laughter.

“That’s rich coming from someone who looks like they call their boyfriend ‘daddy’ and would burst into tears when told their age regressing in public kink makes other people uncomfortable,” he replied.

“Excuse me?!” What is with people trying to get on my last nerve today?! I stared at him for a moment, trying to think of a good comeback. “You look like a pastor’s son who’s going through a punk phase to punish your dad for taking away your vape.” Zett howled with laughter, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. The waitress, Kristina, smiled softly as she approached us, placing my food in front of me.

“I’m happy to see you two are having fun. Zett, Kevin’s back in his office waiting for you,” she said.

“Thanks, Kristina.” Wiping tears from his eyes, he got up and gave me another grin. “I’ll be right back.” He left, following Kristina to the counter, chatting with her. I slumped back in my seat. But I barely had time to be alone. The blond sitting across from us walked over to me.

“Is Zett bothering you?” he asked, voice tense.

"Sort of?" I wasn't sure what vibe I got from him. He seemed like a devilish kind of guy, but did I feel threatened by him? Not exactly, but it was always safe be be cautious. "I don't know him and I wasn't too comfortable with him sitting with me all of a sudden." The blonde man’s shoulders slumped.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I wasn’t sure if you two were a fighting couple or not. I can ask Kristina to get you a box so you can leave, if you want,” he offered. I thought about it. It’s true I needed to get to the Academy before it got too late. My food would be cold once I got there, though. But maybe that was the best option. I could reheat it, anyways.

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you,” I replied.

“Hey, Kristina? Can we get a box and their check?” he called out. Kristina poked her head from around a corner.

“Sure!” She quickly came over with a cardboard box and I quickly started filling it up. “Here’s your check, Mr. Hagakure.”

“Oh, I actually need theirs,” he replied, gesturing to me.

“Theirs is already paid,” she replied. “Zett covered it and the tip before he went to talk to Kevin. You’re good to go.” He… he paid for my food? That didn’t seem right...

“He did?”

“He did.” She gave me a wry smile. “You’re awfully lucky. He’s usually pretty stingy.”

“I’m stingy? Kristina, you’re killing me, here.” Out of nowhere, Zett returned, a large package tucked under his arm. Part of me wondered what was in it. He glanced at the table, looking at the box. “You’re heading out already?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got places to be.”

“Do you want an escort?”

“If they wanted one, they would have asked,” Mr. Hagakure cut in.

“Where are you heading?” Kristina asked.

“The Magic Academy.” Her face lit up.

“Oh, really? My brother goes there! I’d walk you over, but I still have a couple hours to work.”

“I’ve got some friends there. I could take you, if you want,” Zett offered.

“Oh, uh, it’s fine! I couldn’t possibly impose,” I said. “Mr. Hagakure said he’d given me directions, so it’s fine.” It sounded like it was going to be a long walk, but it wasn’t like I could get a hotel and go in the morning.

“Well, then. I’ll see you later,” Zett spoke up as I stood up.

"Later?" I wasn’t sure what else to say. I gave him an awkward wave and hurried down the path Mr. Hagakure told me to take. As I walked, I couldn’t help but think about Zett. He seemed so strange. Secretive, slightly annoying. There was something about him that I couldn’t quite place. While he didn’t feel that threatening to me, it felt like that could change in an instant. Perhaps I was overthinking things. After all, it was night and I was alone. Of course I’d be more on-guard than normal.

But still. I wondered if I’d see him again. Probably not, since I’d be cooped up in the Academy most of the time. At least he made my first night in Gedonelune memorable.

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Somehow, I managed to get to campus and the Night Class dorms. The map that’d accompanied the packet I’d received along with the Acceptance Letter wasn’t great, but after wandering, luck was on my side and entered the dorms.

The building seemed so dark yet grand on the inside. A large staircase wrapped around an elevator shaft, dark wood gleaming in the light of several chandeliers. I can’t believe this is my dorm. It’s so extra. I took the stairs up to my floor. The hallways were lined with windows and stern stone statues. Honestly, even if it was fancy, there was a goth touch to everything. This place could seriously double as a haunted house during Halloween. Just throw up some cobwebs, splatter some fake blood everywhere, and it was good to go.

Suites were labeled with letters and lists of names. How many would be in my class? Who would be in my class? Would we all get along? I sure hoped so. I wouldn’t want to be in a class where no one got along. That’d be a special kind of hell.

Even though class was in session, most of the doors to the suites were wide open. At least I wouldn’t need keys for getting in. And finally, on the second floor, I found my suite, my name tacked on to the bottom of the plaque. That looked like the only bit of personalization in the suite. The doors weren’t decorated at all. I peeked my head through one of the open doors to find a plain kitchen with a girl sitting at the table. Her long, curly purple hair framed her beautiful face and when we locked eyes, she jumped a bit.

“Oh, sorry!” I spoke up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s fine… Uh…” She looked at me blankly.

“I’m the new transfer student,” I told her before properly introducing myself. Her cheeks flushed a bit as she got up to come shake my hand.

“Right, Nox told us you were coming. Sorry, I’m a bit sick and my head’s just not on right today,” she laughed. I made a mental note to wash my hands as soon as possible. “I’m Isabelle, I’m in the center room. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too!”

“Are you going to be joining classes later tonight, or...?”

“No, I’m just moving in and then going to the Prefect’s office for orientation,” I told her.

“All right, well, I’ll leave you to it! If you need anything, I’ll be in here or my room.” She gave me another warm smile. I’m sure we’d become fast friends!

The doors were labeled with names so it wasn’t hard to figure out which one was mine. It was a smallish room. There was enough room for a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a chair. This would be my home for the next couple of days. Hopefully longer, but after all, I was just a provisional student. I still needed to pass my Trial first to become an official member of the student body. The next few days were going to be hard, I knew that, but I have to do my best.

I refuse to fail.

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Sketchbook (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader): Chapter 4

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Female)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) never understood science-based subjects, despite putting all her efforts into studying them. Kids at school bullied her, her father, Tony Stark, was disappointed in her, and the Avengers looked the other way. Peter Parker, her best friend, and secret crush for almost two years, was always there supporting her when she needed someone. However, since he became an Avenger and her dad’s ‘favorite kid’, (Y/N) doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be around. 

You find yourself struggling to exist with everything working against you, and instead of asking others for help, you turn to your sketchbook.

Warnings: Slight angst, a very bad cliffhanger (I’m so sorry)

A/N: Hello! I’m not dead!

School’s literally been kicking my behind, so I apologize for such a long wait. I never forgot about this story, and I never forgot about you guys. Some of you have sent me messages asking about when the next chapter would come out, and I want to thank you guys for keeping me motivated to write. 

I finally have a solid story planned out for Sketchbook, and I believe it will be an 8 chapter story. Once again, I ask that you stay patient with me as I continue to get all the chapters out. Feel free to send me any feedback as well, it helps me know what you guys are thinking. 

Without further ado, the long awaited chapter 4!  

Chapter 4: CADD

Words: 2764

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Sighing with satisfaction, you take a look at your most recent art piece. 

A week has passed since your father took away your training privileges, and not only has he gotten stricter with you around the compound, but he was also talking to you less. He never spoke to you too much beforehand, but recently, he only seems to ask you questions about school. 

You absolutely hate it. 

At first, you would sneak into the training room late at night, and get some practice with your whip, loving the feeling of finding your perfect weapon. However, after a few nights of practice, you found your father waiting for you in the training room, sending you straight back to bed. After that, you didn’t chance it. 

School life wasn’t that glamorous either. Flash remained relentless, talking to you almost everyday about your grades and questioning why you're still at Midtown. No matter how many hints you gave him, he wouldn’t stop his belittling. When Peter saw these interactions, he’d get him to leave you alone. But you hated how you had to rely on Peter to get bullies away from you. He already has enough to deal with, and you were tired of being a problem in his life. 

While you spend more time isolated in your room attempting to study, life in the compound went on without you. The team didn’t really acknowledge you much unless you just got back from school or you were with Peter, and even then your father would ask his prodigy to leave you alone. Sometimes, when homework became too much (which was basically everyday), you’d sneak out of your room and watch what was happening around the compound, getting inspiration for your sketchbook. Everything was per usual, Bucky and Sam constantly duking it out, Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Thor all having their own matters to attend to, Vision and Wanda spending time together, and Bruce, Peter, and your father spending hours in the lab. 

When you saw Peter in the lab, you felt a stabbing in your heart, both longing to be with him and longing to take his place. Seeing Peter so focused on building things normally gave you a sense of admiration, but for the past week, you felt nothing but envy and hurt. It especially stung when you saw your father interacting with your crush, patting him on the back and smiling at him, smiling the way he’s never smiled at you. 

Life without you in it seemed rather perfect for everyone. 

Trying to shake the negative thoughts out of your head, you turn back to your artwork. Your final class of the day was studio art. The art department at Midtown was rather desolate, but the few people who were taking the classes really dedicated themselves to their craft. The teacher who ran the department, Mr. Miller, was one of the more kinder ones at the school, and you could tell he didn’t care that you were a Stark, but instead cared about your work. MJ was also in this class with you, and you’d always bounce ideas back and forth. Needless to say, this class was heaven on earth. 

Looking at your work, you actually feel proud of yourself for once. For the past month, you chose to focus on digital art, having already learned most of the adobe suite. In Photoshop, you created a digital painting of yourself. The image consists of you looking into a mirror in front of a counter covered in makeup, applying some red lipstick on your lips. However, the lipstick on your lips formed a perfect drool line that was dangling from your lips, looking like blood ready to splatter. The room in the image was dirty, and the clothes you wore were torn up. 

A perfect representation for how you felt. Trying to be seen but never looking good enough. 

“Wow, that’s insane!” You look up from your work to see Mr. Miller admiring what’s on your tablet. “May I take a closer look?” 

Sending your favorite teacher a genuine smile, you scoot back from the table you were working at, and allowed Mr. Miller full access to your work. He spent the next two minutes complimenting your technique, use of certain Photoshop brushes, and story within the image. He also gave you some pointers on spots that needed a little touch up, and you wrote down his thoughts in your trusty sketchbook for reference. 

“Hey, before I forget (Y/N), do you have a little time after school today?” Mr. Miller asks handing your pen back. 

“Uh, I normally get picked up right away, but what’s up?” 

“I’m meeting with Mr. Mortia, the school principal, to talk about some developments in this department, and I’d really love for you to be a part of the conversation. I think you’d find what we’re talking about quite interesting.” 

Biting your tongue, you try to suppress the smile forming on your face. This being the first time any teacher of yours has asked to talk academics with you, and not for poor grades! Despite the excitement bubbling inside, you try to stay cautious and calm, unsure of what Mr. Miller ultimately wants to talk about. 

“I’d love to be there. May I message my ride and tell him to pick me up later?” 

Mr. Miller gives you permission to send a quick text to Happy, asking him to pick you up an hour after school ends instead. Happy responds immediately, no questions asked. For the rest of the class, you found yourself lost in thought over what Mr. Miller wanted to discuss with the principal, and why on earth he wanted you to be there. 

Hopefully they don’t bring up any grades. 

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Walking down to the principal’s office, Mr. Miller opens the door for you. Upon entering the office, a familiar sense of dread takes over your senses. Normally, you’d be sent to the principal’s when your father was asked to come in to talk about your grades. Mr. Mortia would always try to talk to you about “other schooling options”, but your father would always find a way to counter his arguments, sometimes asking you to leave the room to have private conversations. No matter what was said, you’d keep your enrollment status at Midtown. 

This time however, things were different. 

Glancing around, you notice Mr. Mortia talking to a woman you didn’t quite recognize. “Ah! George, I see you were able to bring Miss Stark with you.” Mr. Mortia said getting up from his desk and approaching the two of you. “It’s good to see you again.” He extends his hand to you. 

Raising an eyebrow but trying to remain polite, you shake his hand. “You too sir. Is my father here as well?” 

“Oh no, we didn’t ask you here to talk about your grades,” Mr. Mortia assures, giving you a sense of relief. He then motions to the woman behind him, the one he was talking to just a second ago. “Miss Stark, I’d like you to meet Mrs. Tyrance. She’s an architect, and she actually helped designed this building.” 

Turning your attention to her, Mrs. Tyrance sends you a warm smile and extends her hand. “It’s a pleasure Miss Stark. You can call me Jasmine.” 

You shake her hand. “Nice to meet you Jasmine. You can call me (Y/N).” 

“Why don’t we all take a seat?” Mr. Mortia suggests, gesturing back to his desk. Like clockwork, everyone on the room grabs a chair, you conveniently sitting in between Mr. Miller and Jasmine. “So George, have you informed Miss Stark of what’s going on or shall I do the honors?” 

Mr. Miller nods his head. “Go for it.” 

Mr. Mortia turns his full attention to you. “Miss Stark, I don’t suppose you’ve taken any of the C.T.E. classes Midtown High offers, have you?” 

You shake your head, feeling a little more embarrassed than before. “No sir, are you talking about the career specific classes?” Teachers have definitely talked about them in class before, trying to get certain students to sign up for classes that would appeal to them. No one’s ever recommended a class for you however. You could barely pass a regular science class. How could you pass a more advanced class? 

Mr. Mortia nods. “Well, Mrs. Tyrance is here because we’ve been working on bringing some new courses into the program, and one of which would be for computer-aided design and drafting, or CADD for short.” 

Raising your eyebrows in curiosity, you look towards Jasmine, who nods to confirm what your principal is saying. “(Y/N), have you done any CADD work in the past?” She asks.

You immediately shake your head. “No mam, I’ve never even heard of CADD.” 

“Really?” Mr. Miller interjects, making everyone turn towards him. “I’m surprised, and not just because of your father’s industry,” Of course your father comes up, even when he’s not here. “You’re also a talented artist.” 

Taken aback, you blink multiple times, wondering if you were in a dream. “I’m sorry?” 

“I’m serious!” Mr. Miller says. “All the work you’ve produced in my class thus far has been some of the best I’ve ever seen. You have a very creative eye, and you definitely have the aptitude to take your skills beyond painting and sketching. When I found out about this new program, I instantly thought of you and how I feel this would be a great program for you to take and be an advocate for.” 

Many thoughts start to run through your mind. On one hand, you were utterly confused. No adult in your life has ever complimented you like this on an academic level, and hearing praise like this from a teacher felt so foreign to your ears. 

On the other hand though, you felt complete and utter excitement. Art was always an escape for you, a way to distract yourself from a life you felt was pointless. In your sketchbook, you felt like you could have any ideas you want with no judgement, rules, or privileges. You never really thought about how you could use your artistic skills for more than just fun. You didn’t even know that was an option. 

“In the architect world, we draft blueprints for buildings on computers, and it’s great because we can get as detailed as we want, and find good structure with our design and files,” Jasmine explains. “Mr. Miller has shown me some of your work, and I have to agree with him about your talent. I want to teach a CADD class here at Midtown, and I think you’ll be very successful as my student.” 

Could the smile forming on your face get any wider? 

For the next hour, you spent time discussing the implications of this new program with your teachers and principal, and how it was supposed to utilize more creative and artistic skills at Midtown. It surprises you how much these three adults valued your opinion on how to bring more awareness to art and design into the school, but nevertheless, you brought up ideas that they eagerly accepted. If you’re being honest, you’d never felt this valued before, not even with your father, and this conversation brought a new sense of life into your soul. 

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Running into the doors of the Avengers compound, you almost slam into the automatic doors. The excitement of finding a class that can help you develop skills that you’re actually good at had you bouncing in your seat throughout the ride home with Happy. Not wanting to lose the energy, you chose to wait until you saw your dad to talk about this new exciting opportunity with your father. 

As you anxiously wait on the elevator ride to your father’s lab, you can’t help but wonder how he’ll take the news. Will be finally be proud of you once he’s seen the work you do outside of school and the opportunity you’ve been presented? Sure, you didn’t build a robot or cure cancer, but you found something you were passionate about that had a potential to become a great career. Hell, you could even work alongside him if you find success with CADD. You can practically hear your father saying the words you’ve always wanted to hear. I’m so proud of you. 

That all changes when the elevator doors open. 

Instead of seeing Bucky and Sam playing games, Wanda and Vision around the kitchen area, or even your father taking a business call out in broad daylight, you see the Avengers, in suit, gathering their things as they prepare for yet another mission. With all the hustle going on in the common room, no one seems to register you entering the room. You completely forgot that your father would be leading a mission this weekend. You knew it had something to do with a Hydra base, but due to all the studying your father makes you do and the lack of acknowledgement you get in general, you didn’t know many of the details. 

“(Y/N)!” You turn to see Peter running up to you, Iron-Spider suit without the mask and a duffle bag over his right shoulder. He smiles at you as he opens his arms for a hug that you accept without a second thought. 

“Hey Peter, have you seen my father anywhere?” You ask, pulling away from him and looking around the compound. With everyone running around, you couldn’t see if he was even here. 

“Oh, he’s gathering stuff up in the lab before we leave,” he informs you. You grab Peter’s hand, butterflies erupting in your stomach, and start to drag him towards your father’s lab. You were practically running, and Peter was surprised that he had to keep up with you. “Well, it looks like someone’s excited.” 

“Something happened at school, and it had to do with my art.” You practically brag.

Peter’s eyes widen in surprise and curiosity. Before he could respond however, the two of you make it to the doors of the lab, where you see your father gathering weapons and putting them in cases for the upcoming mission. You knock on the door and your father looks up to see you and Peter hand in hand. With his eyebrows raised, he walks over to the door and opens it. “(Y/N), Peter, I see you have something to tell me?” He gestures to the two of you. 

At first you were confused, but Peter and you suddenly realize you had been holding hands the entire time. Blushing madly, you both let go immediately, practically jumping a foot away from one another. “Oh! Uh… nothing like that Mr. Stark!” Peter stutters our, embarrassment evident in his voice. You felt a pang in your chest, secretly wishing the scenario was real. 

Your father simply stares the two of you down before brushing off what just happened. “Alright Peter, bring these to the team and start loading them in the jet. I want to talk to my daughter alone for a minute.” With that, your father hands Peter two black cases. 

“Right away sir!” Peter chirps out. With that, he was off, leaving you alone with your father. 

You shake your head, trying to snap yourself out of any bad thoughts and trying to remember the great news you had to share. “Dad! Something happened at school today and I’m actually-.” 

“Oh yeah, speaking of that, I want to talk to you about school before I head out for the weekend,” your father interrupts. With that he’s walking back into the lab, putting various things away as he continues to talk. “(Y/N), you’ve been going to Midtown for almost 2 years now, and you have shown very little improvement academically.” 

A sudden wave of sadness fills your mind as you were reminded of how poor your grades were. You hate being reminded of that. Especially by your own father. “I know dad. But there’s a class I’m in that I really enjoy that’s startin-.” 

“Just because you enjoy a class doesn’t mean you’re doing well in it,” your father interrupts again, not realizing you were talking about your art class. “I feel like the longer you stay at Midtown, the worse your grades get. I keep vouching for you to the education board to keep you at school, but I’m just so tired of constantly doing that. I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

Your heart starts to beat faster. “What do you mean?” 

“I’m taking you out of Midtown. For good.” 

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-Sketchbook Tag List-

@randomfanders-blog // @freestarlight // @depressing-as-shit // @sweetmilki // @supernerdycookietrashblr // @supermassiveblackhope // @starksthunder // @multi-fandom-headcanons // @adri1ii // @futureauthor03 // @maddie-laufeyson // @thejourneyneverendsx // @noakantor14 // @fangirlbookworm // @awesomedara // @motherhyuckerdude // @itswhiskeybitch​ // @kickstartmyheartmc​ // @deansbbysblog​ // @whatareyouhidingpeter​ // @aquaastrid​

-Peter Parker Tag List-

@sweetcoffeeblandtea // @house-arya // @jovialpeanut // @bookstoreblossom // @jackiehollanderr

-Marvel Tag List- 

@sammghgecko

-Permanent Tag List-  

@mindset-jupiter // @romance-geek // @imcharishope // @fakindob // @cutiekoa // @wowursofunny // @cals-cigarette // @supernerdycookietrashblr // @delicately-important-trash // @unlikelygalaxygiver

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How to get verified on Instagram in 2020

Easy steps to get verified on Instagram         

 Today we’re going to look at the most practical ways of getting verified on Instagram. Am sure you’ve heard of verification before  and you’ve seen account with that blue tick next to their name  and you’ve wondered, on how to get verified on Instagram so I’m sure you’ve heard of verification before never seen accounts with that blue check next name and maybe you’ve wondered one what the heck it is, how they got it and  how you can get it too.  So I’m going to discuss all those things today and give you a step-by-step on how to get verified on Instagram. Moreover, I’ll show you how to apply for it and the actual qualifications that Instagrams is looking for and how you can make sure that you’re meeting them.

  What is verification?    

 According to Instagram, a  verified badge is a check that appears next to an Instagram account’s name in search and on the profile. It means Instagram has confirmed that an account is the authentic presence of the public figure, celebrity or global brand it represents. Well, this feature is generally reserved for public figures, celebrities, well-known brands or brands that have the possibility of being impersonated. Instagram gives them out to say this is the  official account  for this individual or company.

  Why should I seek for verification on Instagram?   Verification caries much more authority than that, when one sees you have a blue tick next to your name, they get the impression that you have good credibility, obviously, in the case of business, this has a direct positive impact on sales and profits. Clients are usually cautious or skeptical about online dealings. Brands without a badge could be a scam. But if they see a verification badge beside the account name, they are likely to consider the account as trustworthy and legit.

 Instagram verification also increases brand awareness as well as followers. This is because verified accounts rank on top of searches and suggestions. Algorithms will also mostly favor content by verified accounts, resulting in higher post engagements.

 Another major advantage is that verified accounts receive early access to Instagram features that can help monetize accounts. For example, a brand needs at least 10,000 followers to access the swipe-up feature on Instagram stories. But verified accounts are immune to this rule.

 Verified accounts are also able to link their Instagram stories to blog posts, websites, product listing, etc.  Now that you don’t necessarily have to have ten thousand followers to get verified, we can all expect to be able to generate a whole lot more traffic from Instagram!

  How do I apply for verification on Instagram?   I was fortunate enough to have my Instagram account verified in the last year. Am super excited about this and wish to teach you guys on how to have your Instagram account verified as well. In 2014 Instagram launched a feature where you can request for verification.   ( It was introduced by   Twitter   in June 2009, followed by Google+ in 2011,   Facebook   in 2012,   Instagram   in 2014, and   Pinterest   in 2015.   On YouTube, you can submit a request for a verification badge once you obtain 100,000 or more subscribers). Before then they didn’t allow you to request verification. They would simply just give it to the person that they thought deserved it.

 Luckily, now we actually play a role in this and we can request to be verified so to do that go ahead and open up your Instagram profile.

  Requirements for verification   Instagram has listed the following as the conditions for verification

    Authentic   Your account must represent a real person, registered business or entity.

  Unique   Your account must be the unique presence of the person or business it represents. Only one account per person or business may be verified, with exceptions for language-specific accounts. Instagram won’t verify general interest accounts (example: @puppymemes).

  Complete   Your account must be public and have a bio, profile photo, and at least one post. Your profile can’t contain “add me” links to other social media services.

  Notable   Your account must represent a well-known, highly searched for person, brand or entity. Instagram review accounts that are featured in multiple news sources, and they don’t consider paid or promotional content as sources for review. If your google search rates are off the charts, you might have a better chance at being verified. “Your account must represent a well-known, highly searched for person, brand or entity.

  To request a verified badge    Open the Instagram app and go to your profile.  Make sure you’re logged in to the account you’re requesting a verified badge for.  Go to your profile and tap  .  Scroll down and Tap  Settings  >  Account  >  Request Verification .  Fill in your account name, full name, what you’re “Known As,” and your category (media, influencer, brand, etc.). Then upload a photo of your ID if you’re a person, or a legal or business ID if you have an “ Instagram for Business account “   Keep in mind that even if your account is eligible for verification, submitting a request doesn’t guarantee that your account will be verified.

 I am not a public figure, celebrity or brand and quite frankly do not meet certain other account and eligibility requirements. So how then did I manage to get verified you may ask?

 There’s an authentic yet easier   method of getting verified   that offers money-back guarantee. (mention the keyword “tipster” to get a 20% discount).  

 Good luck and let u know if you get verified on the comment section.

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