#ok once that's sorted and I know I'm hallucinating I go to bed again but know my mind is blocked once more

[wen-kexing-apologist]

EIGHTH SENSE THEORY

(content warning: I will be referencing suicide attempts and vomit in this post)

I saw other people speculating that Episode 6 might be some sort of medication misuse psychotic break on JaeWon's part and honestly? Having just watched it. I definitely think this man is hallucinating.

I'm not entirely sure if this was something that came from the nature of watching this episode not on Viki, but so much of the episode seemed too bright, too blurry. The way the light hit the JiHyun's white jacket made it look like he was reflecting light, like he was heavenly or angelic in a way.

Like when they are in the car in the beginning:

Or eating on the bench:

Or arriving at the beach:

And something I noticed while watching these scenes, admittedly coming in to it having already seen discussions of a possible mental break, is that JaeWon rarely makes eye contact with JiHyun and they do not physically touch until 12 minutes into the episode.

Not until we have seen them walk up the stairs once already.

First set of stairs:

Second set of stairs:

But crucially here, it's windy, and JiHyun is gripping JaeWon in a way that might equate the force you feel from a strong wind.

Other hints that JaeWon might be hallucinating?

Same food order at the same time, something cute if they actually did that, but something that could also be explained if only one person was ordering food.

JiHyun taking his food with him when he goes to the bathroom but leaving his drink. We saw him take a bite out of the food, so if that food was real and he left it on the bench, we would have seen evidence that food had been eaten. But we never see JiHyun take a sip of his drink AND we never see JaeWon or JiHyun buy that drink. Meaning it is completely feasible that JaeWon ordered two drinks and set that one down for "JiHyun" even though he isn't actually there.

And of course, there is further evidence, in my mind, for this being a hallucination or mental break of some sort due to the many, many instances throughout Episode 6 of JaeWon's face being blurry.

For example, here:

And here:

And here:

And...ok you know what? I'm going to stop these examples here

The morning they wake up on the beach seems fake, again it feels too bright, too heavenly in a way:

And the kiss scene is so interesting to me for a few reasons, and is also why I am leaning towards hallucination/imagination. First of all, they are in public, there are other people around on that beach. When JaeWon was holding JiHyun's thigh in Episode 4 and JiHyun's best friend came out on the roof, they slid apart real quick.

And it's not like their attraction to one another hasn't been obvious, and it's not like JaeWon hasn't literally kissed men in front of people before. They aren't completely opposed to being openly queer, but this is a huge, undeniable, and extremely public kiss.

I am also just so in love with the choice the production team made to cut out all sound when they are playing in the water. Because that silence can be interpreted so many ways, the main two for me being: intimate and insidious.

"To cause you trauma," is an excellent response to JaeWon asking why JiHyun kissed him. Because water is, presumably, a very traumatizing thing to JaeWon. I don't think he said how his brother died, but his microexpressions to JiHyun referencing water torture definitely lead me to believe that JaeWon's brother drowned (learning to surf perhaps?) and JaeWon finds both comfort and pain in returning to the sea as a way to feel connected to his brother but also to punish himself for failing him.

Then we get the bed scene. Now, I don't want to presume anything about JiHyun, he's totally allowed to be a slut, but...this show has continuously established this boy as naive and innocent. Like, totally unaware of the implications of asking JaeWon if he wants to "eat ramen".

So to go from not understanding innuendos and still not being entirely certain that JaeWon kissed you intentionally that first time or if he was just drunk, to full on make out sessions and getting dicked down? I am all for JiHyun testing out his slut era, but I don't think that is the case here.

And I'm citing the background music as part of my evidence here. Because the background music is the song "I Can't Lose it All" and comes in at the last verse of the song, BEGINNING WITH THE LYRICS:

"I'm losing my mind

So darling just call

Tell me everything's alright

I don't want to slow

I can't lose it all

Make me feel like I'm suppose to go

Tell me what you thinking about me when I'm gone."

--

Which honestly, makes me believe JaeWon is imagining all of this intimacy with JiHyun as something that he craves but can't let himself actually seek out. Therefore he is letting himself have it all.

And I just want to give a shout out to this shot:

The way the waves are washing over their feet, in this room that we didn't see them rent, when they were only supposed to stay there for one night and now are apparently on night two in a fancy room instead of camping on the beach. It's a beautiful shot, but also some beautiful foreshadowing to the tragedy at the end of the episode, with the water rising up to meet them.

My final piece of evidence that this entire episode has all been in JaeWon's head?

This shot at the end where JaeWon is sitting by himself, looking at his hand in the sand because I'm pretty sure this shot comes chronologically before JiHyun's drowning. I think it's what any outside observer would actually see if they were to look at JaeWon, and I think the image below, in the brighter light, holding JiHyun's hand, is the hallucination that JaeWon is having.

Which meanssssssssssss............

If we believe the trip itself to be real, but JiHyun's presence on the trip to be false...

JAEWON IS THE ONE WHO IS DROWNING/DROWNED.

If we take this entire trip to be imagined/a dream then he hasn't actually woken up from binge drinking the night before and in that case I would say that he could be aspirating on his own vomit at the end. Either way, I feel like next episode might start with JaeWon waking up in a hospital.

Personally I think the greater tragedy would be JaeWon had a mental breakdown, disappeared without a trace, wound up at the beach here, and drowns, alone. With the resolution being that he is rescued, revived, possibly involuntarily committed or something for a possible suicide attempt...

...which now that I think about it, this could straight up be a suicide attempt of him trying to overdose on his medication, and like the alcohol result above, the drowning could be him aspirating his own vomit from overdosing on pills.

ANYWAY

All of this to say, I think JaeWon maybe took his therapist's question "why not make the relationship deeper?" very much to heart, and imagined a world where he was comfortable confiding in JiHyun and being entirely honest with him.

And also all of this to say that I believe there will ultimately be a happy ending for this show with JaeWon almost dying resulting in JaeWon finally cutting his shitty friend out of his life, JaeWon's Dad possibly being less aggressive after realizing he almost lost both of his sons, and JaeWon and JiHyun admitting their feelings for each other and being boyfriends in love surrounded only by supportive friends. I think JaeWon will end up graduating with his business degree but maybe pursue photography as a career or something at the end.

And I'm tagging @bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, @chicademartinica, and @respectthepetty because I want your THOUGHTS, I want your FEELINGS, I want your THEORIES and also tagging @lurkingshan because as I was scrolling through tags to try to find the original post about the possible medication induced psychotic break that started my theories rolling, I noticed you point out a lot of the same things I mentioned here so I also want your thoughts, feelings, and theories, or at the very least say that you are not alone in thinking that this was fake.

#the eighth sense #the eighth sense episode 6 #t8s #cw: suicide #cw: suicide attempt #cw: vomit #jaewon x jihyun #jaewon #jihyun #GOD I NEED TO STOP WATCHING SHOWS BECAUSE MY FUN LITTLE MINDLESS ACTIVITY HAS TURNED INTO A CONSTANT NEED TO CRANK OUT MASSIVE TEXT POSTS

[sunsage]

partner drabble to this one

There are no lights turned on in Monkey King's house, not when he's there alone, so he doesn't recieve the warning Stars were 'kind' enough to give them. He simply blinks, closing his eyes on the bed in his house and opening them in the middle of a clearing near his mountain. The night chill seeps into his fur and he blinks again, but the stars above remain the same. He checks his phone for the date and when that doesn't help, checks the message app. Last message is from MK, listed as today's afternoon.

Was his time on the island all a dream? A stress hallucination of some sort (he never had one this long before but who knows)? Or was he really somehow brought to a different world for- what, over a year? - and only returned now, same moment as he left? Well, it doesn't really matter, he supposes. He's home now.

It doesn't matter. Even if it was real, he still always knew that place was a temporary haven (a forced vacation spot, he called it under his breath) and sooner or later he'll have to come back. It shouldn't matter, except-

If it was real, he wonders if Gabriel also returned to his world or if he is still in the city, without him. The idea sends an unexpected pang of pain thorough him. Of course he wouldn't want to be the source of the angel's pain, wouldn't want to inflict the hurt of someone you- care about leaving. But he can't deny that there's more to that. There is no way to control whether he ever goes back to the city. And if he never does, they will never see each other again.

He will never see Gabriel again.

One hand comes up to hold onto his chest when something inside contracts, hurts, bleeds at the thought and he's not going to pretend that he doesn't know what it means. Fuck, he was really trying to avoid that. He was supposed to be more careful- except he wasn't at all, jumping straight into it, blowing past every warning sign as if he didn't know how it will end. Falling for someone means either getting caught or hitting the ground, and maybe one of these days he will stop slamming himself down in front of people he knows can't stay with him.

Ha. As if.

==

Old rhythms are easy enough to fall into, at least, even when his heart isn't in it. Monkey King works on fixing up his home, takes care of his subjects, hangs out with MK and, on occasion, the rest of the gang. Tries to contact Macaque a couple times to no avail, but that's nothing new - the guy is evasive and likes his space at the best of times. Would've been nice to at least ask if he also remembers the Spiral city or not, but Wukong lets it be. They'll see each other sooner or later.

Even with all the distractions, trying not to think about - well - isn't easy. More than once Wukong catches himself noticing things he'd like to show to Gabriel, places he'd want to take him to. Looks up over his shoulder at nothing, reaches for a hand to hold that isn't there, writes texts to a number that doesn't exist.

He tries to at least not be too obvious about it and fails there too.

("Monkey King, are you ok? You've barely touched your noodles." "I don't know, kid, I... I think I'm in love." "Ooooh, with who? Oh, wait, it's Macaque, isn't it?" "What, no. Well, I mean that- That's a different thing." "Uh-uh, sure. Wait, but who is it then?" "I'd rather not talk about it." "...Okay, if you say so. But that's a good thing, right? I mean, I've never felt it but, yknow, they always say how wonderful love is on TV. Do they love you back?" "Yeah. I think so." "That's great!" He doesn't have the heart to tell the kid that no, it really isn't.)

===

He knows he shouldn't feel relief when he steps out of his junk treasure room only to tumble into a semi-familiar street of Fibonacci, but he does anyway. Of course, nothing is ever simple in this world (any world, he'd come to learn) and right away he's forced to focus on saving his universe first, and his feelings second.

(He wants to see his angel so bad that it hurts, but he's used to ignoring his own pain for the good of the world. It's fine. He wouldn't be able to rest knowing his home is in danger anyway).

So he seals off all the portals he can find, pulling them closed by force, much like what he did in the scroll except in reverse. Not the most elegant solution but it works, and he really is in a hurry.

Soon enough there is only one portal remaining and he walks through, planning to check for stragglers so nobody who shouldn't be there gets locked in a wrong world. His clones rush off in every direction to cover more ground while he takes off for the Flower Fruit Mountain. The first portal he saw was in there after all and he very much doesn't want to leave anyone in his house who shouldn't be there. Especially not in his treasure junk room.

He's so focused on his task that the sound of water curtains sliding open catches him off-guard (MK? Oh no, were they supposed to train today?). And he barely gets half a second to process what is happening before he's trapped in an embrace that would knock the air out of anyone more mortal than him. Gabriel. Here, in his world, in his home. Looking for him. Hugging him like he thought they would never see each other again. All the tension leaves his body in an instant and he'd fall to the ground if Gabriel wasn't holding him so tightly, if he wasn't clinging back in return. He thinks he says something, a joke probably, anything to stop the burning in his eyes from spilling over in front of-

-oh, right, MK.

"Hey bud, can you wait outside for a second?" Monkey King rasps out, his face, burning hot, pressed against the cool armor. MK, a wonderful kid but not the brightest one, thankfully gets the hint and backs out the entrance with a nigh incomprehensible 'ohoksureuhyoutwotakeyourtimeimjustgonnacallmeiaboutsomethingrealquick'. There is a splash of the waterfall and then they are alone (as alone as you can be, at least, on the mountain). Wukong takes a steadying breath and pulls back, not enough to break the embrace but just enough to see the other's face again, enough to reach up a little and place a kiss on the front of the helmet.

"Missed you too." He smiles, soft and warm and loving before leaning in to press his cheek against Gabriel's. "My angel."

Later, he'll probably have to explain things to MK, and maybe he will have just enough time to take Gabriel on a quick tour of his world before they have to leave. Maybe they'll even have enough time for a quick date, somewhere nice. Maybe they can even sneak into Heaven for a look. And later still, they can go back to the city and spend as much time- ah, what's the point of hiding it anymore- they can spend as much time being in love as the Stars allow them to and it will never be enough and it will always be worth it.

But all that will happen later. Right now, held so tightly by the man he loves, there is no other place he'd rather be.

#ir event: homecoming #wasn't going to participate but then someone twisted my hand #didnt mean. to make it this long. cut out a LOT from it too #isola drabble

[sanguith]

oh my god i have to write down my weird dream/half-awake sleep paralysis nightmare episode i had tonight. up there on the list of top 10 scariest dreams i've ever had i think:

I lived in an apartment complex similar to the one i currently live in but much more dystopian and crowded and falling apart. There was a single narrow metallic spiral staircase to go up and down floors as well as one occasionally malfunctioning elevator I think.

I was hanging out with some people, I don't know who they were, we were walking up the metal stairs to our floor. The corridor was empty except for one person - an old man, who was standing right in front of his own apartment door silently swaying from foot to foot. Not speaking, not opening the door, just standing there face centimetres from the door itself and swaying. I think he might have been smiling too? Anyway. He unnerved me. We passed him, and we got into an apartment (not mine, but the same floor). Once inside, after a while someone put on an old vinyl record player. It started playing an old crackling 1930's-esque jazz song with a woman singing, accompanying some saxophone or trumpet idk (sort of sounding like this? but more distorted and weird). The person who put it on then asked me: "What emotion do you feel when you hear this song?" and I listened to it more closely, and felt pure fucking terror. The person then turned to me again and said something like "This is not the kind of song you want to start hearing in your head" or something, idk the exact words but that was the message conveyed to me, and I remembered that, and I remember becoming afraid of ever hearing something like that out of nowhere.

At this point, while I was listening to the song, I also got the sudden all-knowing notion that if I ever heard the song, something would start hunting me. I don't know where this notion came from or how, but I knew that if I ever started randomly hearing a song like that anywhere, there was no way I could hide from whatever was coming for me. (Another thing to note is that the weird song playing was apparently supposed to be by Louis Armstrong but lmfao it clearly wasn't, this was just something I believed in the dream, I think maybe the person said it to me or I just got the association because jazz or whatever but in my mind the dream logic was this: music by Louis Armstrong = scary. But I don't think this IRL so I have no fucking idea where this came from). Anyway!

Fast-forward, (I don't remember the events but I must have gotten back into my own apartment at some point and gotten to bed) and the next thing I remember was me lying there in my bed in my apartment, identical to my real life one. (I think this is when I might have actually woken up IRL and was in a real half-awake state, experiencing hypnagogia or whatever). Anyway I had just woken up, everything was dark, I was lying on my side, looking through half-lidded eyes at my apartment, observing all the silhouettes of furniture and objects obscured by shadows, and I started hearing the far-away echo of a slow jazz song. Muted, like it was coming from outside my door or window. That is when I started feeling the strongest and most paralysing sense of fear I've ever felt. The kind of pure deep terror you only feel in dreams where your subconscious mind is laid bare and your consciousness can't numb or mute the emotion, it's just amplified to maximum.

It was an old-timey jazz song, similar to the one from the record player but not the same one - it was a man singing this time and the instruments less prominent, but very much still the same "kind of song" I knew I didn't want to start hearing in my head at rabdom. But somewhere in the back of my mind a part of my awareness still went: "Ok I'm dreaming, I gotta be, because this can't be real, this is a hallucination", and was aware that I was indeed half-awake IRL and hallucinating and/or dreaming at the same time. But another part of my brain, still in that weird dream-world with the alternate reality apartment complex and fully remembering the events before, was panicking, remembering the words of the person, and very much anticipating the something to come for me. This is when the notion popped up in my head that "I should not focus or concentrate on the song" because if I did, the "thing" would know where I was, and so I simply lay completely still and focused all my mental energy on not focusing on the song. The sound of it came in waves, getting louder/closer or further away depending on how hard I concentrated. I know I was dreaming again because at some point I tried to reach for my phone to turn it on to call the cops for some reason (lol dream logic) but the battery was drained and the phone was dead, but it never is because I always keep it plugged in to the charger at night. I looked around the room again a couple more times, the song was now gone I think, saw the shadows of the furniture and objects resembled faces staring at me, panicked some more, tried to scream but couldn't, was paralysed, and probably fell back asleep at some point and nothing more happened.

But then at some point I was back in the apartment complex corridor again, once again accompanied by the same people from before, having probably fallen back asleep IRL and entered the same dream-world shortly after. I think in my dream I was convinced the previous events had been just a dream, and that I was awake in the real world so I didn't feel afraid any more, just a lingering recollection of it all. The old man was still there in the corridor, still standing in front of the door not doing anything, but he was now humming the chorus of "what a wonderful world" by Louis Armstrong. And I felt terror again. And that's the conclusion of the dream. Weird fucking experience lmfao idk how my brain chemistry came up with this one but it did.

#txtpost #horror prompt for anyone who wants to draw inspiration from this into a story because it sure as hell could become one

[thisguyilike]

3.2 [Send Help]

As the night descends, so does Tea. He throws his own weary body onto his bed. Much has happened today, very much. For once in his life, there is something that keeps him looking forward to attending the school of learning. Just like your typical strat for sorting out your feelings and regrets, Tea stares blankly at the ceiling. The darkness draws in, words begin to whisper in his head:

["The dark lord is coming! The dark lord is coming!"]

He stares back into the dark. His inner hallucinations begin to manifest. There is something very special about Tea, oh so special. With strength the power of a thousand demons, the intellect of a million gods, and the presence of an ancient warlord, he will aid the rise of the Dark Lord™ and succeed his throne as his bequeathed. Rise, rise, rise. The dark lord is coming. 

"The dark lord is com—" He stops. He catches a flicker by the corner of his eye. "Ah, I'm tripping again. Let me just stop hallucinating."

Almost magical, his phone rings with an unfamiliar, non-personalized ringtone. He takes his back off his bed, and upon closer inspection, it seems Hyde has done his bidding.

The screen flickers with the words, 'You have been added to the [Send Help] conversation by [?]!'

It seems there were 6 members in the room before his arrival. He sees Hyde's messages alongside a few others with unknown numbers. Tea makes an effort to fill in the names of these mysterious messengers.

[Hyde] Thanks for adding him [?] You're welcome, but who the hell is this guy?? [Hyde] He is my brother ok? [??] Is he as annoying as you? HAHAHA [Hyde] No but he's actually very handsome

"Why would you say that...?" Tea grunts audibly, looking at Hyde's iffy comment that silenced the group for a few minutes straight. His fingers begin to move on their own.

[Tea] Hello. My name is Tea. Please excuse him, he's had too much rice before showing up here :) [??] Hi, it's the guy that ignored my wave. We never had an introduction! [Tea] Ah, yes. I'm sorry for ignoring you. I assumed you were waving at Hyde. [?] Hmph. It's him. [?? → Celeste] I'm Celeste, you can save my contact! [???] who tf dis? [????] Hello, new person! [Tea] Hello :) [Tea] I didn't know you were part of the basketball team, Celeste. Or is this not the official chatroom? [Celeste] Basketball? Pixie was part of it last year, but she stuck with her music. [???? → Pixie] That's me! Music's the ✨life✨ [?] Did Hyde or Celeste force you into this group chat, Tea? [Tea] No, I asked him to add me in. I have no idea who I'm talking to [Hyde] Why do you keep asking questions?! There is nothing to worry about, trust me [?] Hm. What do you think Ana?! [??? → Ana] idk [Tea] Hey, I can be friendly. [?] Hm... I guess ya didn't laugh when I shouted at you... [Tea] Oh, so that's you?

There was a minute of silence in the chatroom.

[?] Well, yeah!! Are ya gonna laugh at me now??

Tea smiles a little. A little thought in his mind:

["It's her! I'm actually going to talk to her now, huh?"]

[Tea] I see. Well, good to meet you. [?] Why did ya ask Celeste for basketball tryouts anyway? We're all thinking of netball, instead. [Tea] I guess this looks more like a group of girls and a man-child than a basketball group. [?] Hah, I knew it! Hyde did trick him! [Pixie] Wait, I'm way past curfew, catch you guys tomorrow!

Tea takes in the messages slowly. It has been a while since he's talked to people his age. Most of his current friends were a few years older than him; seniors of his previous school. They were supposedly easier to hang out with than his peers. This group of people, however, seemed rather warm to him. He familiarizes himself with everyone in the chatroom, only to realize Hyde was secretly cultivating a harem of high school grills. He finds the thought disgusting.

[Tea] Was Hyde the only guy in this group? [Ana] yea celeste insisted [Celeste] Oh shut up Ana!! [Ana] dont worry though nobody here will take your boyfriend away [Ana] before you say anything celeste im talking to tea [Tea] I don't swing that way, but thanks. [?????] how did you guys spam so much?? [Tea] Hello, new stranger. [Ana] hello my waifu [Ana] tea meet my beautiful wife carly [Ana] her family owns a very nice cafe around here [Carly] wassup dud [Carly] yes Ana is my only husband [Carly] but if you're asking for real, I already found my special someone [Carly] lol, sorry that sounds a bit cringe [Tea] ...I see.

Tea acknowledges the chaotic energy this group is built off of.

[Celeste] On a completely different side note guys, I think Pixie had a little crush on Hyde before. [?] You're lucky she's offline. [Pixie] Hey, we don't talk about that here, Celeste!! [?] Hah you dead [?] Oh yeah, there's something I wanted to ask you, Tea! [Hyde] huh?? what crush?? [Hyde] And stop spamming okay?? I cannot sleep [?] Why don't you just mute us then?! [Hyde] I thought you wanted to talk to Celeste, Tea?? [Celeste] Whoa, really? I'm flattered! [Tea] I said that? [Celeste] Wait you can't take that back [Hyde] My God just take your conversation somewhere private!!!!!! [?] Hmph, ass. [??????] ... [Tea] Ah, the last guy. Hello, it's me, Tea! [??????] ...

It seems [??????] has left the conversation!

"Did I offend them...? Hm, she wanted to ask me something too, right?" Tea mumbles to himself in his unlit room. He scrolls through the conversation longingly. The faint glimmer from his phone was the only light source for him. "Wait, fuck. I didn't get her name—"

And as if to curb his dissatisfaction, his screen flickers once more. 

"It seems [?] wants to chat!" reads his phone.

"Huh?" Tea leans his face towards his screen, realization slowly hitting him. He straightens his back, hyping himself for the conversation that is about to take place. "Shit. Okay. Let's do this."

[Tea] Hey, what's up? [?] Your dear friend's real mean. [Tea] Personally I'm not sure what's up with him today, but I apologize in his stead. [?] What, no! There's nothing to apologize for. [Tea] I see, then I'm not sorry. [?] Nooo, that's not what I meant! [Tea] I'm just kidding, but I will have to apologize for not ever getting your name. [?] Ooh, you want my name? Ya gotta pay up! A hundred for each letter! [Tea] Trying to scam me? Hm, if you offer a 10% off, I'll fall prey to it :) [?] Awh, did you get your words off a comic book or something? Hehe~ [? → Emmy] My name is as beautiful as the world's most green gem~ I'm only answering you if you call me Emmy, of course. [Tea] A name certainly worth the price, hm?

"Hm, I hope that's not weird to say," Tea ponders casually over his unintentional flirting. "Well, I'm sticking to it. At least I have her name now. She has a pretty name."

Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the phone, Emmy is rolling in her bed with her face burrowed within her pillow, screaming and relinquishing in her own presumed grave. She has everything prepared: she will have her possessions bequeathed to her own corpse, and her tombstone will read, "To honor the last of her dignity as an innocent, shy girlie." 

"AHH!! How can he say something like that so casually?!" Emmy spits out her anguish spitefully, tearing at the arms of her teddy bear. She holds it dearly to her chest and stares at its face. Her brown, fluffy bear which she named, [The Grand Paladin of the Nineteenth Heaven's Decree], short for Sky, was a birthday gift from Carly from a year or two ago.

In contrast to Tea's darkened room, Emmy's room is filled to the brim with trinkets and bits of her personality. Dirty laundry, clean laundry, her beloved table, a dusty piano, and her Queen-sized bed. Right before the events of today, she was going to introduce herself, apologize to Tea and then have a casual conversation with him in the group chat, but Hyde's bothering ass decided it was a good time to sleep at 10pm.

"Hah, why do I act on impulse." Emmy deadpans, staring at their now-private conversation. Upon seeing how delightful it is to converse with him, she replies just as playfully as he does.

[Emmy] Heh, obviously. [Tea] Oh yeah, what was it that you wanted to ask me in the group? [Emmy] God, I can't believe you remember that. [Tea] It was just a few minutes ago, why wouldn't I? [Emmy] Well, I heard you transferred from another school too? [Tea] Yeah, I did. Together with Hyde. [Emmy] Awh, at least you had a friend when you transferred. I was sooo aloneee [Emmy] I only knew Carly, and only because I used to visit her family café everyday. [Tea] Well, I could be a friend.

"Damn, he's fast. I'm jealous. I wanted to befriend him first." Emmy deadpans, once again caught off-guard by her opponent. The graceless sewing job on Sky the Bear's arm begins to unravel.

[Emmy] Hmph, too late! But I suppose I'll give you a special pass~ [Tea] That's very nice of you, don't mind if I take you up on that offer and work from there. [Emmy] You'll need to fight Ana to get any closer than that, heh. [Tea] If that's what it takes to befriend you, I'll fight any buff lady or man. [Emmy] HAHAHA [Emmy] Try your luck on surviving, you idiot~ [Tea] You'd be surprised. I was on the track team back in my previous school, you know? [Emmy] Well good to know those long legs are put to use :D [Emmy] Celeste and Pixie were in the track team too, but now they're looking at other clubs. Netball's one of them. [Tea] Have you got any in mind? [Emmy] Well, at first there's netball, but I don't really feel like going there anymore. [Tea] Oh, did something happen? I hope it wasn't too bad. [Emmy] Yeah... Just some random idiot too annoying for their own good. I want to apologize to you too, for shouting at you and making a scene. [Tea] Huh? No no, I'm good, don't apologize! [Tea] I'm rather happy you called out to me like that, with that I got to meet you now.

Emmy pauses. She isn't too sure where she should go with this comfort, but she does enjoy his company. He's really nice. Her cheeks fluster from the embarrassment, hiding her face against her blankets for a few. Suddenly, she recalls how she actually came to meet him.

[Emmy] Hey, you would have met me if you just looked at me back at the toilet!! [Tea] Man, I really wish you forgot such an embarrassing thing happened. I apologize for that. [Emmy] Don't worry about it! And the same question to you my good sir, any clubs? [Tea] Hm, I'm not too sure. I was more curious about yours. [Emmy] Whaaat, you interested in surrounding yourself with girls?

Tea thinks about his interest in this girl and acts on it.

[Tea] Well, I think it'd be a good way to get to know the girl that boldly shouted at me back at the sports court. [Emmy] You're still on about that?! I said I apologize! Really! Hmph. [Tea] Don't worry about it. [Tea] I don't stay mad at trivial things. In fact, I think you're fun to talk to. [Emmy] Why thank you! I say the same to you~

Their conversations do not end there, however. If any more is to be shown, there would honestly be too much to read. Despite their distance and having barely ever talked to each other in real life, a certain type of comfort and warmth thrives through. Emmy's still rolling in her grave though, and Tea's still trying to explain to her how this Dark Lord™ is coming. It is very hard to say why Emmy still likes him.

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[marvelship-oneshots]

"I MISSED YOU" KISS (STONY)

"I MISSED YOU" KISS: long and relentless, holding their bodies close, arms completely around their waist, heads buried in each other's neck or chest, leaving small kisses there too.

Tony was worried. He always worried when Steve was out on his tour. But it was in Steve's bones to answer when someone needed him and if it was his country to call, he just had to be there. Steve just couldn't say no to anyone and certainly he could not back off from a fight. Tony didn't like it, but he didn't want to change him either, he had married Captain Steve Rogers, he knew what he was getting himself into. He hated when Steve was overseas, he hated going to bed in an empty bed and hated even more waking up to a cold spot where Steve was supposed to be. He hated not knowing what was happening out there nor if Steve was still alive. Tony rolled in the bed, throwing his arm on Steve's place, finding it empty. He felt a pain in his guts. It was not a new sensation, he had gotten used to it. The moonlight was coming in from the big window, shining on the half-empty bed and on Tony's face. Tony tried to keep his eyes shut as possible, trying to fall asleep. He tried to control his breathing, count the sheep, recite the alphabet, whatever he could think of, but nothing worked. He rolled over, again and again, trying to find a comfortable position but the bed seemed to have turned to stone all of a sudden. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and he growled when he saw that it was only 3 am. He growled and finally managed to bring himself out of bed. He put on one of Steve's Army t-shirts and headed to the kitchen. Tony prepared a fresh pot of coffee, scrolling through some emails. Tony walked to his lab, bringing the whole pot with him. He opened some files on his holographic table, staring at them, trying to decide from which one he had to start. He took out all of his notes on the projects he had to finish for Stark International. Huffing, Tony rolled a stool closer to the table and got to work. By the end of the night, Tony had sorted through half of the projects and drank two full pots of coffee, without even eating anything. He had even shut down JARVIS in order not to be disturbed. He had some tight deadlines that he had to meet and had every intention to finish the projects before the end of the day. He was so concentrated on what he was doing that he didn't even hear the steps coming down the stairs. What he did feel were two big hands sliding on his waist. At first, he thought it was a hallucination, many times before he had felt Steve's hands on his body, even if he was not physically there, but then he felt the heat from Steve's hands on his belly. Tony stopped moving, lifting his eyes from the table and put one hand on Steve's, just to check if he was really there. Tony turned on his stool, facing Steve's chest, with a huge smile on his face. He jumped on his feet and put his hands on Steve's cheeks, standing on his tiptoes and finally pressed his lips on Steve's. They kissed for what it seemed like forever, breaking it off just to breathe. Steve was keeping his arms wrapped tight around Tony's waist, keeping him close for the first time after so long. When they finally broke off the kiss, heavily breathing, Tony jumped in Steve's arms, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck and his legs around his hips. He buried his face between his arms and Steve's neck, leaving a series of small, wet kisses mixed with warm tears. Steve caressed Tony's soft skin from under his t-shirt, after spinning around and sitting on the stool where previously Tony was sitting. Steve gently stroke Tony's hair, calming him down after hearing him sob. "Hey, I'm here now" "You're here" Tony replied nodded. "Yes- Steve brushed away a tear from Tony's face- and I'm not leaving ever again" Tony looked at him, perplexed. "You...?" Steve nodded, smiling. "I convinced them to discharge me, I'm never leaving you again, I promise" Tony looked back at Steve with his mouth open. "Are you serious? It's not nice to joke about stuff like this, y'know" Steve caressed his cheek, smiling softly. "Yes, I'm serious" Tony threw himself back at Steve, holding him close with a hand behind Steve's head. "You didn't get much sleep, did you?" Tony shook

his head in Steve's neck. "Let's get to bed now honey, ok?" Steve asked, standing up and heading back to their bedroom. Once they arrived, Tony was already half asleep and moaned when Steve laid him on the bed, to get in the shower. When he came back, Tony was fully asleep and even lightly snoring. Steve smiled, getting into bed and covering Tony with the sheet. As Tony felt Steve's weight moving the mattress, he rolled over, burying his face on Steve's chest and tangling their legs together. Steve kissed Tony's head as Tony grabbed Steve's dog tags with a little smile. "Good night, my love" he whispered, closing his eyes, making sure to hold Tony close to him.

#stony #stevetony #tonysteve #ironshield #steve x tony #tony x steve #stevextony #tonyxsteve #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #ironfam #stony fluff

[fenristheorem]

Oh, I'm sorry I didn't explain myself well, it's mostly Gardienne with a fever that makes her delirious (this mostly because it would be funny) but if you prefer one where she has difficulty moving (I love the physical contact with Lance, I apologize ) By the way I love how you write! I'm glad there are such talented people in the fandom <3

Don't worry about it! I wanted to check just in case I was reading the original ask wrong because this sounded like such a fun ask to write and I wanted to make sure it was what you were looking for lol.

Thank you so much for the compliment, it truly means a lot to me! ❤

I decided to write two headcanon topics; one for Lance taking care of Guardienne who's feverish and delirious and the second where she's too weak to move. They both sounded so tempting to write lol.

These both are a bit of a scenario-headcanon hybrid (it seems I’ve liked writing those recently), but I’m certainly not disappointed by it. I really wanted to be specific throughout for the sake of adding in moments of humor and adding depth (which made it a bit of a scenario), but they do sort of evolve into more traditional headcanons in time.

~Under the cut~

Lance with Guardienne who's feverish and delirious:

Oh by the Orcale; how did this happen?

Guardienne was feeling fine... and then she wasn't.

Ewelein wasn't very surprised - somehow she always gets hurt, or sick, or something. She tells Guardienne to isolate herself, rest, and overall not do anything. Ewelein knows there’s a risk that this advice will be ignored, but she figured Guardienne may at least have enough sense to heed her warning.

And then Guardienne starts complimenting the birds that are singing in the Infirmary...

"Get me Lance, I need to speak with him about Guardienne's condition."

Upon hearing news that his partner has fallen ill - and knowing that Ewelein wouldn't send for him about something so common and otherwise not of much worry - Lance entrusts a few last responsibilities of the day to a couple seasoned warriors and heads swiftly to the Infirmary. Upon entering, the Elven nurse immediately pulls him to a quiet corner of the room and explains that Guardienne has a very high fever that’s making her delirious. She’s been irritated, apathetic, and is even experiencing hallucinations, rambling about those hallucinations, then proceeding to forget about hallucinations that she was just rambling about, and she’s - despite having a fever - been restless and walking around, trying to chase after those hallucinations and putting herself in danger.

Lance is quiet as he looks at her like she just said that the sky was falling.

“What do you mean she has a major fever but is walking around? How is that possible, or safe? Shouldn’t she be subdued?”

“Illness is a strange thing, Lance. I can’t give a real reason aside from that’s just her way of coping with the discomfort of the fever right now, and again, she’s hallucinating so that doesn’t help either. I would give her a sedative but I’m not sure I trust the possible side effects with her current condition.”

“Eweleeeeiiiiin...” A hoarse, scratchy voice called for the nurse from an isolated bed further in the Infirmary. Ewelein looked towards where it came from before glancing back to Lance with a ‘please help me’ expression.

She led him back to the isolated bed and they found Guardienne - pale and heavily sweating, it was very clear that she was sick - sitting on the mattress, shifting through the thin blanket that was laid over her. It seemed like she was searching for something...

Ewelein did a few quick checks and let Guardienne nudge around the blankets as she explained to Lance that she needed someone to keep a consistent eye on her, as she couldn’t do that due to her other responsibilities.

Lance hesitated as his thoughts flicked to his typically busy schedule, but he couldn’t just leave his partner to suffer this without doing something. He could find someone to carry out his typical responsibilities, and Huang Hua will certainly understand when she sees Guardienne’s high-maintenance conditions herself.

“I can watch out for her. I’ll take a few days off-” “The birds - the birds are getting loud...” “-to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself by accident.”

“Thank you, I’m so sorry to ask this of you but with this illness going around-” “The birds are screaming.” “-the other nurses are too busy for us to have a constant eye on her. Fortunately she’s the only case this severe.” “Ewelein can you make the birds stop screaming? I think it’s upsetting the wall rat.”

Lance was about to reply to the nurse when Guardienne mentioned the birds and the wall rat, instead lowering himself by her side to try and look her in the eyes as alarm filled his being.

“What wall rat?”

Guardienne’s eyes flicked to his and she brightened, leaning to the side - teetering all too close to the edge of the bed - to rest against his abdomen and loll her head up to look at him as he straightened.

“Laaannce. Oh, you’re the pretty icy dragon, can you get rid of the birds? You have the big sword. The wall rat is angry at them and it keeps chewing at the rocks and the fluffy things are scuttl.... they’re around... in - trying to steal... why is it so bright, turn off the sun it’s burning.”

Lance nearly loses his breath as Guardienne just rambles and gazes dazedly around the room, shocked by how such a vibrant woman was now rendered nearly helpless. She’s making absolutely no sense.

He steels himself and decides here and now that he needs to take care of her. She has no sense of reality right now, and he needed to be here to make sure she would be alright. He gently took her chin to tilt her head back so he can look into her eyes again.

“What are the fluffy things doing? What rocks is the wall rat chewing at?” Guardienne stares at him for a moment with drifting eyes.

“What... the fluffy... no wall rat, no stones, the fluffy things... haha, how did you come up with that? You’re not usually funny, haha...”

Anxiety and distress for his partner settles heavily in his chest as he observed her continuously disturbing condition. He looks back towards Ewelein as she explains that she’s been providing Guardienne with a treatment. It’ll take a few days before it will begin to work, though - if it even does work. Lance was about to reply when Guardienne cut him off.

“The birds are loud, the birds are loud. Oww, someone please make the birds quiet.” She covered her ears with her hands and tucked her chin to her chest. Lance adjusted her gently and leaned her to lay back on the bed so she wouldn’t fall over the side.

“I’m not sure what to do about the birds... she’s kept talking about them. They seem to only be in the Infirmary because she didn’t complain about them when she wandered into the hall earlier.”

“She wandered into the hall earlier!?” Alarm shot through him again.

“Yea, Adalric seemed to argue her point though. He told her that the birds are everywhere, even inside her... Thankfully she doesn’t seem to have taken any attention to that.” Now exasperation.

“Ok, how about this; I’ll settle my plans with Huang Hua for the next few days and take Guardienne to my room so I can watch her constantly. I can stock up on a few basics from Karuto so I don’t need to leave her and set someone in charge of running meals to us from the Dinning Hall. She won’t ever be alone and she won’t need to go out anywhere. I’ll send a companion immediately if we need help of any kind.”

“May the Oracle bless you, Lance. You’re a lifesaver. Please don’t get sick, though.” She persistently thanked him more as she explained a basic routine so Guardienne can recover. Healthy food, don’t let her get too hot - not a problem, he’s an ice dragon - don’t leave her alone, and the medicine should begin to take effect in the next few days.

Lance responded by saying that it was no trouble - there was no way he was not taking care of Guardienne at this point - and quickly headed out to find Huang Hua while Ewelein could spend a bit of time watching Guardienne. Fortunately she was in the Dinning Hall, talking with a few other members of the Guard, including Karuto. He walked over with a brisk note in his step and stopped in her line of sight when he was a few feet away, signaling that he needed to talk to her.

Kindly, she stepped out of the conversation as the others kept talking - and Lance spotted a warrior within his guard that he trusts before waving them over as well. He quickly - but modestly - explained the situation and they both understood, Huang Hua even offered to persuade Karuto to share a few food items as Lance explained to his colleague what he needed to do the next few days. Once everything was set, he brought the food back to his room - storing it safely in a cabinet - and went back to retrieve the sick Guardienne. 

Many strange and bizarre things happened over those few days he spent with his delirious partner - some things he thought he would never experience in his life. Like Ewelein said, she did ramble a lot about the most odd things that she’s hallucinated; ranging from watching Musaroses fly around the room (which may have stemmed from Floppy observing her from high surfaces, if he did in fact adopt Floppy, and I believe he did), the sun and moon rolling around the room, and even yelping incoherent words as she tried to run away from light flecks. When she did manage to make a coherent sentence, she was quite crass and tactless with her tone and words - she didn’t seem to be able to comprehend the idea of emotions, but her imagination sure ran wild.

When he first brought her into his room, she wandered around for a while - chasing shadows it seemed... and then she took interest in shiny things, like his weaponry.

“Ah, pretty!”

“Guardienne don’t touch that! That’s sharp!” He quickly leapt to her side and took her wrist as she reached for an axe hanging on the wall, gently pulling her towards the bed as she giggled giddily and danced around with him. He tried his best to reign her in without being harsh - she wasn’t in her right mind - while making sure she didn’t hurt herself on any surface as she flung her limbs around before finally managing to get her on his bed. She still burned with the fever as he settled her into the light blankets, but she seemed to be tempted to fall asleep as she curled into his pillows. Relief settled into Lance for a moment as he turned to quickly glance around the room, observing everything he would need to hide for her safety until she recovered.

He glanced back to Guardienne to find her gone. He’s never felt panic invade him so quickly. 

Lance quickly scanned the room again to find her nowhere - actually it’s dread at this point, he’s definitely feeling dread - and then a feminine noise of surprise sounded from the floor before his bed. He rushed to the other side of the bed to find her laying on the floor, staring intently underneath his bed.

“I can see into realms...” She was probably staring through the gap underneath his bed to look at the other wall.

The thought of tying her to the bed to keep her still passed through his mind until he decided that that would be too inhumane for such a sickly woman.

Fortunately there were a few things that Lance felt he could do well. Occasionally he would ask if she wanted tea, or something to eat, and he definitely made sure she drank lots of cold water (being an ice dragon truly had some perks, like refreshing cold water at any time). She wouldn’t exactly respond - although on occasion she was brought back to reality enough to realize and comment that she was hungry at the mention of food - but Lance made sure to keep rigorous note of when she last ate and what anyways, so she stayed well fed. It was a bit of a struggle to get her to eat sometimes, but he found that she responded well to smell, so he tried to focus more on giving her warm (not hot) or stronger smelling foods. Once she caught the scent she seemed to snap back to reality a bit and nibble on it for a while - and when he’d sit beside her and eat a meal of his own she would catch on that it was time to eat and happily devour the food until she lost interest. He also realized quickly that her heavy sweating would mean that she’d need to shower more, so while it wasn’t always possible to wash her multiple times per day, he found that giving her a small bath with a wet cloth helped her - especially with cooling her down. He did make sure to shower her at least once a day, and he did join her for this. There was no way she’d be able to shower alone with her hallucinations...

These showers did lead to rather humorous events once in a while. The first time he showered with her, she tried to run away from the water because “the rain clouds are angry at her”, but she eventually calmed down - nearly going limp in his arms - when she realized how nice it was to feel the warm water on her skin. Surprisingly, when they’re out of the shower she seems to be brought back to her sanity a bit, being able to hold a... semi-normal conversation for a few minutes, usually remembering that emotions exist and being able to accurately describe her distress. However, Lance is perhaps most proud of the other times, late at night or early in the morning, when she’s burning hot in bed next to him and he helps relieve her of this.

He’ll lean up slightly, adjusting the pillows underneath him so he can recline back while somewhat sitting up and pull her gently into his arms, letting Guardienne rest her head on his chest or abdomen. She’ll moan in distress, dozing but not yet sleeping, and he’ll call forth his powers to help cool her. He’ll lay a cold hand on her forehead or the back of her neck, letting his body temperature drop to provide a cool presence that she can curl up with. Lance quickly found that she really enjoys this, she’ll cling to him all night as her breathing evens and her sweating calms down, and he finds that it even helps calm her during the day. Perhaps Ewelein was right; her restlessness was due partially to the fever.

Fortunately the medicine works, and within a week she’s feeling better. Guardienne woke up one morning; groggy, lethargic and overall feeling like shit, but she moves around to adjust her position anyways, rolling over to find Lance awake and watching her.

“Hey...” She greets him, her voice grating in a way that nearly makes her wince.

“Good morning. Did the wall rat wake you up?”

“...”

“Excuse me? What wall rat?” Lance looks a bit worried.

“Ok, she doesn’t remember the wall rat...” He mutters the words to himself as he glances away before meeting her gaze again. “Nothing, what about the Liclion under the bed? He’s not licking your hand again, is he? I can take care of him if you need me to. I could probably do something about those birds, too, if they’re here.” Guardienne stills mid-weak-stretch and looks at him with an off put expression, somewhat afraid of his random speaking. He blinks back with a calm expression before shock brightens him and he leans towards her a bit

“Wait, are you better!? Do you actually understand what I’m saying!?”

“Yes, Lance, but I’m not sure that you understand what you’re saying.” She looks at him in a concerned manner, but Lance is busy throwing himself over her in a desperate, gentle hug. She hugs back, still incredibly confused but thankful that he didn’t throw all of his weight on her as well - she was very weak and tired, she didn’t think she’d be able to breath if he rested his weight on her.

“Seriously, are you ok? What’s happened these past few days? I can barely remember anything.” Lance draws back to flash her a bright grin, overjoyed at the fact that he has his partner back.

“Yes, I’m just fine, but you’re not going to believe any of this...” He tells her the story anyways.

Lance with Guardienne who's sick and too weak to move:

It started slow. Guardienne was feeling a bit sluggish one day while training with Jamon, finding that she tired easier than normal and her reaction time wasn’t as fast as usual. She had to ask Jamon for a few extra breaks throughout, sparking concern from the Ogre. He asked if she was alright and she said that she was just feeling a bit tired. Jamon promptly reminded her of the time where she had the infected wound from the Warrifang, asking if she could have another bite like that that’s causing her fatigue.

“I don’t think so, I don’t recall fighting anything as of late. I suppose I should warn Lance if this gets worse, though, just so we don’t have a repeat of the market scene the first time I saw him again.” Her tone was light with humor, but she did dismiss herself from training. She didn’t want to push herself if she was getting sick.

She carried out the rest of the day with normalcy, but the following morning is where she was really hit. 

Guardienne woke up sore, tired, lethargic, and nauseous. She should have seen Ewelein sooner. To make things even worse, she woke up with a headache and a pounding noise in her ears. Wait... no, that was her door.

She hauled herself out of bed, requiring much more strength than she expected, and immediately a flood of heat washed over her. Regardless of her swimming head and heavy limbs, she stumbled to the door and cracked it open as the pounding became more persistent .

“Oh, hey, you’re late for our breakfast! Mathieu was getting really worried - such a sweetheart! And Adalric started forming conspiracy theories of why you’re late. Karenn suggested that we - hey, you don’t look so good, are you alright?” Guardienne could barely pay attention to Koori’s rambling - her headache was terrible and she was reduced to clinging to the door frame to remain standing. She sighed, closing her eyes and groaning as she rested her head next to her hand on the frame.

“I need to go to the Infirmary.” 

“Ok, come on, I’ll help you.” Fortunately Koori was a kind person - flirtatious, and bold - but caring for her friends.

Guardienne leaned her weight against the Kitsune as they headed to the Infirmary, nearly stumbling every other step as even the slightest movements took far too much energy - only to encounter Lance along the way.

Concern immediately struck him, showing clearly on his expression as he jogged to meet the two before asking what was going on. After a brief explanation, Lance offered to take Guardienne to the Infirmary. Koori put up a bit of a fight - not anything odd, she just wanted to make sure Guardienne would be alright (and she was curious of the illness) - but agreed to let Lance take her the rest of the way.

Koori gently let go of Guardienne, letting her stand on her own two feet a moment before she wobbled. Lance quickly took hold of her, gently taking her into his arms and lifting her from the floor as Koori dismissed herself from them, wishing Guardienne good health. He turned and set a brisk pace towards the Infirmary.

“You really don’t need to carry me. I know you’re a bit weird with touching in front of others.” Guardienne spoke softly - tiredly - as she rested her head against his chest, discreetly glancing around the room to see a few heads turning to look at them.

“Hush, I don’t care about that right now.” His tone said that there would be no arguing of that.

He walked through the doors, immediately calling for Ewelein - who was fortunately near the entrance. Within a few minutes Guardienne was rested on one of the many isolated beds - isolated to assure the sickness wouldn't spread if it was infectious. Ewelein began to check her over and verbally nipped at Lance to shoo him out of the room, only to be stopped as Guardienne requested that he stay with her. If he could, at least.

Lance paused, surprise written on his face as he let the knowledge that his partner wanted him around for this sunk in. He wasn't really expecting this. She's usually very independent and doesn't like to disrupt his responsibilities for the day, so her specifically requesting his presence was a bit of a shock

"It's alright if you don't want to stay, I don't want to get in the way of your job, but if I couldn't get here on my own then I don't think I'll be able to get anywhere else... so it might be helpful to have you around..." Guardienne gave him a gentle, fatigued smile before Lance softened and relaxed a bit.

“It would be a good idea. She shouldn’t risk walking around right now; she needs to rest. Fortunately this seems to only effect her energy - there’s no major fever or anything, only a faint fever, so she just needs rest - but if walking around will be a major issue then it would definitely be a good idea for you to be around to help her.”

A gentle warmth settled in Lance’s chest; his partner was asking for his help, she wanted him to lean on while she recovered from this.

How could he say no to that? How could he deny his partner who needed him right now?

“I’ll stay, I’ll take a couple days off. You’ll have my full attention.” He turns to walk towards her and sit down beside her on the mattress, taking her hand in his as Ewelein shuffles around the Infirmary. Guardienne squeezes his hand and looks gratefully at him through narrowed eyes, leaning against his shoulder slightly.

Ewelein returns after a few minutes with a vial in her hand and configures a dose for Guardienne, explaining what it is, what it should do and in how long it should start to take effect. After a few minutes - when Ewelein is still muddling around Guardienne but not saying anything particularly important - Lance excuses himself to find Huang Hua to notify her of his time off.

From there it’s the same as when Guardienne was sick with a fever and delirium; he notifies Huang Hua and sets up a replacement for himself, only excluding asking Karuto for extra food / tea as he can leave the room this time to retrieve food without worrying for her, but he does notify him that he’s taking care of Guardienne so he’ll need two meals to go. Karuto grumbles about the information, possibly not believing him, but agrees to it anyways. If anything, he can check with Ewelein later to confirm that Lance is actually taking care of her.

Eventually he returns to Guardienne - who was dozing peacefully - and gently picks her up after speaking with Ewelein before heading out of the Infirmary to settle her on his bed.

She curled immediately into the blankets and pillows on his bed, and Lance observed as she took in a deep breath, letting it out softly as though the sole reason for that was to breathe in his scent. A warm spark fluttered in his chest as he watched her - he’ll be sure to provide for her in the coming days.

And that’s exactly what he does; provides for her, in any way she needs.

He does this in a lot of similar ways as when she had the fever delirium; he’ll bring her food, help her eat if she’s too weak, will shower with her so she can lean against him (she really likes the showering with the handsome, wet, naked dragon), and watches her carefully when she insists on trying to take a few steps on her own to test how her strength is shifting - after all, his room certainly isn’t the safest with all the weaponry laying around and he promised to himself, for her sake, that he would take the greatest care of her, so he watches her without taking his eyes off her when she tries to shuffle around.

However, there are many other things that he does this time that he didn’t (sometimes couldn’t) do last time. He cuddles with her - a lot. After all, she can’t walk around on her own, so she’s bedridden most of the time, and what better way to pass the time than cuddling it out? If her minor fever acts up, he’ll use the same cooling technique on her by using his powers. Sometimes he’ll even entertain her by playing around a bit, forming delicate, glassy shapes out of his element and letting her explore his creations. He may lay a hand on her arm and let flat, snow colored tendrils drift across her skin like frost, a faint chill emanating from where they appeared as she watches with a fascinated smile when they curl elegantly around her arm.

He’ll let her sleep as much as she wants - which is a lot - and is just fine with being woken up at any hour for any reason. At first she was hesitant about this - she didn’t want to disturb his sleep when she woke up randomly in dark hours of the night with no sign of sleep threatening her consciousness again - so a few nights were spent messily nudging her body around to shift her position with the little strength she had. This woke Lance up a few times, and she was quite surprised when he decided to stay up with her and offer to occupy her time. Guardienne continuously told him that she was alright, he could go back to sleep, but he refused to do so. He was just fine with being woken up in the middle of the night - under this circumstance, of course, not on a typical day where he has responsibilities to carry out the next day - and eventually one night she found herself attempting this as she lay awake and unable to fall asleep again. She pondered over his offer to wake him up if she wanted entertainment, and after what felt like hours of trying to do anything else, she reached an arm over to brush her hand from his jaw, down his neck, and to his bare chest - eventually giving in to try and nudge herself closer to cuddle the sleeping dragon. He shifted slightly at this - waking fully as he noticed her movement - and grinned softly at her, pulling her closer to satisfy her wishes. They stayed up for many hours after that, talking quietly and nuzzling each other. Guardienne is a bit less hesitant to wake up him for company after that.

Sometimes his partner will grow a bit restless staying in one place, being moved only when she needs to use the bathroom, shower, test her strength limitations, etc. so Lance decided to take her into his arms one day and carry her around his room. Why? Well, she was tired of staying in one place, so now she’s moving around without moving around. Guardienne looks at him like he’s the greatest thing to ever exist, and then asks if he could take her to the Fountain Park. He happily complies, being sure to keep themselves a bit more distanced from others than usual for privacy and health’s sake.

A few heads turn to watch them as Lance casually carries his partner through the guard - but he doesn’t pay mind. He’s busy providing for his partner what she needs; fresh air and a change of scenery. They’ll spend a fair amount of time outside for a while before Guardienne eventually grows tired again, and he’ll carry her back inside to nest into his bed and cuddle.

Above all else, Lance is sure to remember the medical advice Ewelein gave to him - let her rest, don’t push her energy, keep her well fed with healthy food, exercise her a little bit per day so she doesn’t lose too much muscle function, and overall; be there for her. Lance is happy to provide for his partner, and he’s honored that she wanted him specifically to take care of her, so when times come where she’s sick and needs to be taken care of again, he doesn’t hesitate to offer his help. The last thing he wants to do is leave his partner to suffer alone.

Fortunately, within a week or two she’s usually feeling better, and after that they carry on their routine as normal.

She does still ask for him to carry her around his room on occasion, though.

I hope you liked these! I tried to add in a fair share of humor and fluff. The first scenario almost seemed to take on a few dark tones due to how heavily I made her hallucinate, but I tried to keep it light. That being said - if anyone is ever that sick and is hallucinating that heavily, take them to a hospital so they can have proper treatment and supervision. This is merely a story written for entertainment, so I can bend the rules of reality a bit. 

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One Day (04)

Synopsis- Peter’s life is turned upside down when he meets a criminal who has stolen the world's most prestigious jewel, but all is not as it seems. (Based on the 2014 film Bang! Bang!)

Warnings- violence, guns, car chases, that's it(?) lmk if I missed something.

Word count- 2.5k

Author speaks- ok phew! I almost missed this one like thx to a comment on the masterlist, I was reminded but yeah thx for reminding kind person jfnrjfjdjjd I hope y'all enjoy <3

To all the things one wants to wake up to, a migraine is something which might be the last thing on one's list.

So, that is exactly how Peter woke up.

He opened his eyes slowly, his hair was a rat's nest, a drool on his chin which had dripped onto his pillow and as far as he remembered, he had fainted in the middle of the road on someone, not his bed.

He tossed to the other side, taking a look at his bedside table, where the drugged bottle sat as if staring at him, with a single note attached to it.

ՏOᖇᖇY! 

A soft smile spread across his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair, massaging a certain spot trying to give a sort of comfort to himself which he got last night but it might have been a hallucination.

As he stood in the shower, he closed his eyes as last night's flashes came to his mind, 

"The day you tick off the first thing off your bucket list," 

Y/n's voice echoed in his head as the warm and fuzzy feeling washed over him again. He smiled at the memory of them swaying to the music, her arms around his neck, his arms encasing her waist, the ecstasy and euphoria washing over him again, like a tsunami.

"Is your one day."

He grinned madly, flushing red by just reminiscing their proximity when she had twirled and dipped him down, the thumping of his heart and the mad butterflies all making a comeback at once. He felt a kind of joy he had never felt before, something he could get used to.

But then the door banged open, revealing an offended May, but this time Peter didn't even flinch, too lost in his own world.

"What's the matter? What time did you get home last night?" She questioned.

When she got no response, she put the toilet seat down and sat on it. "I'm not like your old-fashioned parents, silly! Now tell me, who was she?" She smirked.

Peter smile dropped a little, 

"Hi! Y/n."

"Look, I did lie about my name, but I swear everything else was true."

"I don't know." He responded.

May furrowed her eyebrows, "Really? That's strange, you spent the night with this girl and don't even know her name? Even I am not that modern." She said dismissively 

Peter laughed a little, turning off the shower and throwing his clothes on. He stared below from his house on the streets of Queens dreamily when Aunt May came behind him and said in a teasing tone.

"Now I get it, I think someone stole your Tesseract."

༆ 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠, 

𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧

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The atmosphere was tense, Natasha's shirt sleeves were rolled up, her eyes narrowed and an expression of anger and frustration spread over her features. 

“Ma'am, please, let me go, I don’t know anything, I swear!” Flash tried again desperately but his interrogator just rolled her eyes and stood up as she circled around him, 

“Peter Parker, bank receptionist, what does this code mean?”

“What co-” He started exasperatedly, but then a realization dawned on him as he clapped his hands. “Ma'am this is no code, Peter Parker works as a receptionist in our bank!” He exclaimed.

Natasha stopped in her tracks and smirked in satisfaction, picked up her coat from the chair and left the room.

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Peter left his house in a jolly good mood that day. A huge grin adorning his features, a skip in his walk as he happily continued his journey to his workplace.

He looked around, and even though he sees these streets and people everyday, everything seemed to be blossoming with color, looking more beautiful than it should. Even the shapes clouds made were hearts and roses, and the sky was in the shade of a pretty pink.

He placed the coffee cups on his colleagues' tables and took a seat on his desk, his chin on his palm as stared dreamily towards the ceiling, not realising the presence of the two new people, who were now sat on the chairs opposite him.

He flinched when he realized they were there. One of them was a woman with short blond hair and green intimidating eyes as if they were staring right into his soul. 

The other one was a tall, buff man, with messy blond hair and blue eyes. His aura overall seemed less intimidating.

"Hi, how can I help you?" He said with a welcoming smile.

“You must have been paid a lot for what you did last night.” Natasha said, leaning on the table close to him, earning an offended look from Peter.

“Excuse me?” He asked incredulously.

Natasha did not answer, instead she simply took out her badge and said, “Natasha Romanoff, AIQ agent. We have some questions for you and it would be good if you agree to come with us quietly.”

Peter glanced between the two and his colleagues, who were now looking at him suspiciously, he realized he didn’t have a lot of options so he nodded and the two officers escorted him to the car.

Peter glanced around nervously. He was sitting in the backseat of the car while the woman, Natasha, was seated on the passenger’s seat and the other man was driving the car.

“Mr. Parker, the girl you were with last night, is an international criminal. She’s mentally unstable, pathologically psychopathic and schizophrenic.” Natasha told him. His heartbeat quickened. Y/n had told him the same thing. Now, either she was very smart and warned him beforehand or these people were telling the truth.

“She’s using you, have a look.” Peter’s eyes snapped to the tablet that she was handing him.

The footage of Y/n slipping the cube into his purse was playing out on the screen. He watched it again to make sure if he saw it right, but unfortunately, it was the same (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes he could get lost in for all of his life.

He handed Natasha the tablet and slumped back in his seat. 

“Criminals like her are very charming and she can be very dangerous to be with. I hope you understand.” Natasha continued, taking the tablet back and looking at Peter in sympathy and what he thought was fake concern.

Peter looked out of the window and was thankful to see the police station nearing, but instead of slowing down or stopping, the car kept going straight, leaving the building behind. Peter started panicking, “Excuse me, we left the police station behind.” He said, cringing a bit right after at how urgent and desperate his tone seemed.

“Yes. Your life's in danger. So we’re taking you to a safe place.” Natasha answered, looking at Peter.

“ ‘Safe’ place?” He asked, making air quotes at the word, safe.

“Yes, but why are you saying safe like that?" Natasha copied his actions and Peter chuckled nervously growing more and more nervous and scared by the minute.

"Just like that." He said lightly. Natasha gave him one last glance and turned her back to him.

Peter scanned the car to find an escape route. He was becoming more and more sure of the fact that Y/n was telling the truth and these people weren't.

Just then, he remembered. 

"if it's a BMW, then under the left side of the seat and if it's a Ford, then under the right side of the seat."

"By the way, what car is this?" He asked.

"It's a Ford Figo, why?" The blond man replied.

"It's pretty good, I was thinking of buying one for myself. How much mileage does it give?" Peter asked, his hands sneaking to the right of the seat.

"Around 7 miles on a highway, but again it depends on the driving. If we're chasing someone then, break and accelerator are used more-"

"Are you planning to sell it Chris?" Natasha taunted, shutting him up.

Meanwhile, Peter was patting on the underside of the seat, his eyes widened when he felt the gun and he pulled it out quietly.

He stared at it, wide eyed for some time. Taking a deep breath, he put it to Natasha's head and spoke in a confident voice, "Stop the car." 

Natasha's body stiffened, “How’d you get the gun?” She asked.

Chris looked at her and back at Peter in panic, silently asking if he should stop the car but Natasha simply shook her head lightly.

“I said, stop the car!” Peter said a little loudly, trying to seem more intimidating.

“Don’t stop, he won-” But before Natasha could complete, a bullet was fired at the plastic dog which was on the dashboard. Peter let out a little scream as some pieces of it fell on him and Natasha looked at him flabbergasted.

“I did not shoot!” He said.

“Give me the goddamn gun.”

“I don’t even know how to shoot!” Peter defended desperately.

“C’mon!” Natasha said sternly, but then the three’s attention was pulled at the sound of the revving of an engine from the traffic behind.

Peter turned around to see and was annoyed and thankful for the sight in front of him. With wind whipping her (h/c) back, Y/n was on a bike wearing the same clothes as she did the last time he saw her as she rode through the sea of cars with a gun in her hand and even though she wore glasses, he could almost sense the fire in her eyes from beneath them.

As the bike came closer, she aimed at the two rear-view mirrors on the outside of the car and shot them with two clean strikes. 

Peter ducked and settled himself in the leg space of the car. Natasha and Chris looked to their right where the bike she was riding was now abandoned. Natasha cursed loudly and told him to stop the car, they got out of it, their guns ready to shoot and looked around to find Y/n.

Chris turned to face the other end of the road, his eyes widened and he tapped Natasha's shoulder signaling her to look in there. She turned around to see her standing calmly with a little cocky smile on her face. 

Natasha's nostrils flared in anger and she charged towards Y/n but came to a screeching halt as a bus passed between her and Y/n, blocking the latter from her sight. As soon as it passed, the spot where Y/n stood was empty making her look around quizzically.

Meanwhile, Peter took advantage of the situation and jumped over to the driver's seat and backed the car away. Chris saw this and started to chase after him and Natasha tagged along, thinking catching Y/n is almost next to impossible on foot.

Peter looked back in fear as he kept backing the car, he had to turn it. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and turned the steering wheel fully making the car swivel. He opened his eyes and smiled happily, changing the gear and continuing to drive away from the officers.

Y/n was climbing to the roof of the bus which she had used as a means of escape. A small boy sat in it staring out of the window looking at her in awe. She stopped for a moment and went down to wave at him and he waved back enthusiastically. 

She reached the roof of the bus and balanced herself to stand on it. She looked to the left and saw Peter driving the car, "HEY PETER!" she called making the boy flinch and look up.

"Can you bring it closer?!" She asked him and he scrunched his face in confusion, "What?"

"BRING THE CAR CLOSER!" She called even more loudly and slowly. Peter nodded and looked at the bus and then ahead in fear to see a car right in front of him, he turned the wheel sharply turning in the opposite direction. Now he was ahead of the bus and it was almost impossible to go back.

Y/n cursed and started to think of something else but then the bus took a sharp turn making her lose her balance and she was sent flying away.

In a desperate attempt to save herself, Y/n grabbed anything that came in her reach, soon she was hanging from an electric wire which she knew would not sustain.

She breathed in and out for a few seconds and locked eyes with the same kid she had met on the bus. She smiled at him and he returned it but it was soon changed with an expression of fear and he pointed to something making Y/n turn in that direction. And what she saw made her heart stop.

One end of the wire let out a spark and broke off from where it was fixed from. She let out a scared shrill and hung on it tightly as the wire swung in another direction. Y/n felt like a Walmart Tarzan.

The wire moved like a swing, she swung higher and higher and just as it was about to go back she let go of it, making its momentum shift to her and she once again found herself on a car's windshield and it belonged to none other than Peter.

He was not even fazed this time he just saw who it was and breathed a sigh of relief. Y/n also laughed in triumph and crawled towards the driver's seat and that's when the firing started.

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