#undercover as a couple

[teruel-a-witch]

the show never gave us a high school reunion episode which is a staple of procedurals/crime dramas so I came up with one, that's why the dialogue is in script format(ish)

the body of danny's high school guidance councillor is discovered on the school grounds, all ties lead to a huge pool of potential suspects including former students and teachers and maybe even a janitor with mob ties. too many suspects with skeletons in their closets are likely to lie to the police and the case could easily go unsolved.

luckily, danny's 20 year reunion is coming up, so he is asked by the local pd to go undercover and secretly question his classmates because they are more likely to spill the secrets if they don't know they are being investigated, as people love to gossip at this kind of events.

danny initially didn't want to go to the reunion which bummed steve out because he was hoping to tag along and get some of the high school experience he had missed out on, and maybe find out some more about danny's life before they met.

steve: i don't get why you hate the idea so much.

danny: i know my wicked good looks and charming personality may lead you to believe i was popular in high school, but that was not the case. of course, you wouldn't get it, i bet you had girls fighting to the death for the pleasure of going to prom with you.

steve: *looks down* we didn't have one at the academy.

danny: right, sorry, forgot you came off the conveyor belt at the factory fully formed. most of us regular flesh and blood humans don't wish to revisit the awkward teenage years. but that's a moot point right now, i gotta help my buddie at the newark pd.

and so steve ends up tagging along. for back-up, of course.

(picture steve and danny standing in the ballroom at the reunion as danny explains to him the veritable who and who of his former classmates/suspects)

former prom queen: so where is the lovely mrs. williams?

danny: *looks at steve across the room talking to some people* he's over there. i let him keep his own name, because i'm nice like that. babe?? come over here, don't make me look like a loser who came to his high school reunion by himself.

of course, steve plays along, even tho initially danny rejected the idea of posing as a couple but he understands that being divorced already makes danny feel like a failure on his own, he doesn't want to give the former mean girls material to make fun of him some more. especially because danny has told him he had asked one of them to prom and not only did she laugh she told all of her friends and they all agreed he was punching above his weight.

truth be told steve is all too happy to escape the unwanted attention of soccer mums and some of their bi-curious husbands that were circling him like a bunch of hungry vultures. he would much rather be danny's pretend husband (if it's as close as he gets to the real thing)

everyone cooes over steve and danny, even tho danny knows most of them would not have been this progressive in the 90s, so he privately sneers at what a bunch of hypocrites they are. a part of him, however, enjoys the clear jealous looks of former beauty queens turned soccer mums and bitter divorcées, because yes, he, danny williams, can pull a gorgeous navy seal, whom all of them tried to hit on when they first came on scene, so who's punching about his weight now, brenda?

eventually, they find the information they need, as well as reveal a bunch of other unrelated secrets, and there's even an impressive suspect take-down. danny is grateful that steve helped him get through this unpleasant reunion and vows to somehow make up for one milestone steve had missed out on.

steve: ready to go home?

danny: not quite yet. the principal scheduled a do-over dance after that whole fiasco, and i wondered maybe you would like to go with me? it's not exactly prom but ...

steve: *is touched* i would be lucky to go with you.

danny: who says you are getting lucky after?

steve: *blushes* i didn't mean ...

danny: relax, who knows where the night takes us, i always wanted to make out with the quarterback under the bleachers *he winks*

steve assumed danny was joking (he wasn't) but they still spent a nice evening. they didn't have to maintain the cover anymore but neither felt like ruining the fantasy so they even slow danced to 'i'll stand by you' by the pretenders. if only had steve requested another '95 hit - bon jovi's 'always' danny would have proposed on the spot, but alas, they were still bound by restrictive tv gods.

#mcdanno #h50 headcanons #h50edit #h50 scenarios #h50 #hawaii five 0 #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #myh50 #mcdanno back to school #undercover as a couple #the fake dating trope #this is sometime s5 or 6 (2015) #i had this idea back in january oops #it started with me thinking that 3x09 scene has high school reunion vibes #gosh this took 2 hrs somehow #h50 3x09

[eridanidreams]

Fiction Friday!

This has been a fucked-up week for me; I missed WIP Wednesday (well, actually I posted a new kiss-related chapter of my Starfield fic instead), but I had intended to do more for ockissweek24.

And in honor of the Deus Ex prequels--YES, Eidos, I will keep talking about it--(and a hearty screw you to Embracer group), I give you this snippet from Odysseus Gambit...

Context: Adam and Sloane are undercover in an augmented MMA death-match competition; their cover is that of long-time partners... and lovers, and Adam has just rather dramatically won a tag-team fight after Sloane went down under an EMP...

Adam stood in the middle of the ring for a long moment, his opponent unconscious at his feet, blood oozing down his face, breath hurling itself into and out of his lungs in harsh gasps, the crowd’s ecstatic screams mingling with the adrenaline pounding through his veins to leave him light-headed. Another breath. Another. Sloane— she was struggling to pick herself back up, arms and legs still refusing to work quite right after the EMP; at the sight, something broke inside of him. Without thinking, he strode forward, reaching down to pull her to her feet; either she was taken by surprise or he was more forceful than he’d meant, because she lurched forward, off-balance and awkward with it. He caught her instinctively, wrapping his arm around her waist to brace her. She stared up at him, eyes wide, looking as dizzy and shocked as he felt, that ridiculous pink ponytail streaming down her back, her chest heaving against his. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

Pure need roared up inside him. Couldn’t fight it. Didn’t think he wanted to. Even the annoying voice in the back of his brain was silent for once.

Adam’s mouth closed on Sloane’s with the desperation of a drowning man who’d just found air. There was nothing gentle about it—he breathed in her gasp, his fingers sliding up her spine to entangle themselves in her hair, half-caress, half-restraint. It was good, so good—and when, after a moment of surprised stillness, she threw herself into it, it went from good to fucking amazing. Her mouth was alive under him, tongue dueling with his, teeth nipping at his lips, his beard. Her hand wrapped around the nape of his neck to hold him at least as fiercely as he was holding her. The other wandered down his back to clamp on his ass, pulling him hard against her. Her body molded itself to his, the bare skin of her stomach scorching through his torn t-shirt. She tasted like blood and sweat and hot, ferocious woman, and all he could think of was drawing this out as long as he possibly could, all too aware that the moment that had allowed it might never come again. He wanted to devour her, to brand her touch into his skin, her taste onto his tongue; to drown out the screams in his head with the sound of her pleasure, to drown out the screams in hers with his voice crying out her name. Wanted to shatter her armor of winter stone, to fuel her hidden fire with his breath on her skin.

Distantly, he could hear the referee’s voice over the gleeful cheers of the crowd. “The princess and the monster, the beauty and the beast! The winners, Tatiana Zhernakova and Dominic Bishop!”

The world oozed in around them, along with the reminder that here and now, they weren’t—couldn’t be—Adam Jensen and Sloane Delacourt. Here and now, they were Dominic and Tatiana, fighting partners and… Adam suppressed a groan… off-again, on-again lovers, and he’d just proclaimed to the crowd that they were ‘on’ again.

Sloane was going to kill him.

Adam broke the kiss off, taking a bare moment to appreciate the sight: Sloane, cheeks rosy with arousal, lips reddened and kiss-swollen, eyes flashing mingled anger and desire intermixed. Didn’t need a CASIE to see that every line of her body was screaming that she wanted more—and she could damn well feel him pressed hard and hot into her and know the same was true for him. Belatedly, he realized the ref was addressing him. “Dominic… your fans—” fuck, they had fans? “—are thrilled with your victory, but I think they’re even more excited about that kiss. Anything you want to tell them?”

Adam—Dominic—cleared his throat. “I’d say,” he said, in the smooth, slightly higher voice he’d adopted for Dom, “that’s for me to know and them to imagine.” Sloane—Tatiana—had folded her arms across her chest and was scowling out at the crowd, which only inspired them to more enthusiastic heights. He put on a cheerful smirk, adding, “A gentleman never tells a lady’s secrets.”

“You’re no gentleman!” someone shouted, to scattered laughter. “Tati likes bad boys!” came another comment. And a third, “She’s no lady!”

Adam didn’t know if the flush on her face was still from the kiss, or anger at the way he’d inadvertently put her on the spot, or just plain embarrassment, but he’d never admired Sloane more than he did right in that moment when she pulled on the mask of Tatiana and gave the crowd a sultry smile. “Nyet,” she said, planting a fist on one out-thrust hip, “I like bad men.” She shot Adam a look from beneath lowered eyelashes, eyeing him up and down, and fuck he wanted to throw her up against the nearest wall. Or floor. Or whatever would goddamned hold them while they screwed each other senseless. “Perhaps we should… discuss,” she added, toying with the ponytail. “In… private.”

The ref addressed her next. “Didn’t you say earlier you wanted to fight without distractions?”

Tatiana gave a throaty laugh. “Darling,” she flicked him playfully with her ponytail, “if he can kiss like that after that fight? Then he can probably still fight after what I have planned for him.” Adam damn well knew what she had planned wasn’t what she was implying, but try to tell his dick that. “But first,” she nudged the unconscious Kaczka, “a bath to wash the stink off.” She gave Tatiana’s trademark twirl, ending with her elbow bent just in the right place for him to take it.

“You heard it from her,” Adam managed to say, taking her arm on cue and giving the crowd a two-fingered little wave of acknowledgment. A bath? No. Even that little bit of touch was sending everything into overdrive. He needed a cold shower. Two of them. Or—not a cold shower. A hot shower. With her. Hands, slipping on each other, the water somehow cool against the fevered heat of their bodies—

The elevator doors closed between them and the rest of the world.

#adam jensen #fanfic #deus ex mankind divided #eridani writes #forced proximity #slow burn #idiots to lovers #odysseus gambit #deus ex #undercover as a couple #the coemancer crew #deus ex fanfic #sloane delacourt

[itsgoldleaf]

This story has it all - going undercover, nightclubs, eyeshadow, revealing outfits, the galaxy’s flimsiest premise, and a hasty descent into utter filth in the third act 👍

Click the link below to read on Ao3 (and mind the rating!)!

Look At Me Sideways

~~~

They’re a matched set, he and Obi-Wan, the designs spread across their faces reversed in hue and shade, and yet twinned. Cody, tilting his head so the light hits his face in a way he’s never seen before, freezes; his hindbrain has been worming its way between the sparse lines of the mission briefing during this interlude and has now jerked its fingers back as if scalded. The reality is dawning less so like the warmth of a new sun and more like the calf-numbing chill of rising water.

They’re going clubbing as a couple.

This is the sort of nonsense that makes men commit treason.

~~~

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #Star Wars tcw #Star Wars #me?? posting two fics in one day??? POSSIBLE #undercover as a couple #it’s called contouring cody #look being self indulgent is the number one priority here #goldleaf's writing

[aziraphales-library]

I'm trying to remember the name of this one fic and I just can't find it. All I remember is there is a bit where they hook up in like a monastery (i think Crowley was a nun) and in the same fic they were a married couple in Venice and Aziraphale presented as a woman. Thank you!

I believe you're after:

You, Soft and Only by thehoyden [E]

He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.

“Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.

They're in Florence, not Venice but the rest checks out.

~Mod N

#canon #through the ages #adult omens #fem aziraphale #for some of it at least #good omens #mod n #undercover as a couple

[randomlittleimp]

I have a thought in my head, an idea or prompt as it were, but I don't have the time or mental capacity ATM to flesh it out, so all you chenford writers looking for ideas for next week, this is for you.

So after the kiss Lucy knows she definitely has feelings for Tim. She breaks it off with Chris because it's not fair to him, but keeps her feelings to herself. Tim is still with Ashley (or so she thinks) and happy, and Lucy would never try to get between them. So when they're undercover she throws herself at the danger in an effort to protect Tim from it, because she wants him to make it back to Ashley and live happily ever after if she can't have him.

Tim had a similar realization after the kiss and also broke off his relationship because of it, but hasn't gotten a chance to get Lucy to talk to him about it because of her avoidance and apparent death wish. He's a bit freaking out at the thought she's gonna get herself killed before he can tell her how he feels, finally pinning her under him during a fire fight and begging her to stop being so reckless because he couldn't bear to lose another woman he's in love with.

So there you go, have at it, open prompt to anyone who wants to flesh it out and make me all giddy happy and stuff.

#chenford fanfic #chenford #writing prompt #plot bunny #tim x lucy #dim x juicy #undercover as a couple

[sensitiveheartless]

16 Dazai and Chuuya having to slow dance. (Bonus if Dazai is flustered about being so close to Chuuya) for the intimacy prompts!

#(they’re going undercover and of course have to slow dance to blend in) #poor Kouyou did not sign up for dealing with Dazai getting distracted every couple minutes #meanwhile Chuuya just can’t figure out why Dazai seems so insistent about going with him on this particular mission lol #bsd #intimacy prompts #my art #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd kouyou #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #skk

[noramsblog]

JEDI DIN

#the mandalorian #din djaren #din grogu #luke skywalker #au where din has to go undercover as a jedi #and luke can't stop staring at those brown eyes #dinluke #i saw a couple posts about jedi din #and i just wanted to design my own take #on what he would look like #that was so fun

[northernfireart]

absolutely adore your art ahhhh!!!🥺🥺🥺❤️🩷🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶 for art requests, would love to see regency era tenrose mayhaps 👀👀

ohhh really unusual era for me so it was quite fun to figure out

#thank youforthe reuqest #feelin very silly (drunk) #my context for this image is that they introduced themselves as some kind of #aristocrats and had to attend a ball or smth idfk #everyone just assumed they were engaged and they played up to it #now this makes me think that i really like the idea of undercover fake engaged couple #jake peralta and amy santiago style #now my brain is going places #doctor who #dr who #dw #dw fanart #doctor who fanart #tenth doctor #10th doctor #rose tyler #timepetals #doctor x rose #tenrose #northernfire art

[tsuyoiqueen]

forever mourning the fact that we never got to see loki in their female form. i'm dying to know what kind of actress the producers would choose, a tom hiddleston duplicate? someone entirely different? the possibilities are endless. never forget what they've taken from us, my friends.

#also i don't want to make this about shipping so i'm leaving it in the tags #but imagine mobius' reaction if loki just showed up as a woman someday #i loved seeing them in suits on episode 2 but we could've had loki in female form!!! typical undercover married couple vibes #we were ROBBED #imagine how powerful it would be if we got to see fem!loki beside sylvie and b-15 #ROBBED I SAY #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #loki #loki season 2 #loki series #fem!loki #lokius #for the tags #aryspeaks

[scavengerssuccotash]

Would being married to me be that bad?

“You decent?” Clint calls.

“Yeah.” She calls back, leaning closer to the mirror and finishes applying her lipstick. The color suits her complexion beautifully, a bold red to contrast the sleek black of her dress.

Clint whistles as he opens the door and strolls in, looking every letter of the words filthy rich. He’s dressed to the nines, ironed white shirt and black Giorgio Armani suit that stretches beautifully over his broad shoulders.

“Clean up well babe. Limo will be here in thirty.” Clint says, flashing her a wink in the mirror as she applies her mascara.

“You have an allowance on that pet name Barton, don’t over do it.” Natasha replies, a little annoyed. Clint’s been calling her little pet names ever since Maria Hill slapped a mission brief in front of them and retroactively congratulated them on their impromptu marriage in the Bahamas. Natasha normally doesn’t mind, she’s long since made peace with Sweetheart, but there’s only so much of Clint’s unashamed flirting that she can take.

Clint saunters his way to her and twists to lean against the bathroom counter. He hands her the mascara she was intending to use, before plucking the velvet box from the counter.

“Honey cakes?” He counters as he fiddles with the box. An odd look settles over his face as he twists it around in his hands, looking like a kid, trying to work out a Rubik’s cube.

“No.”

“Sugar tits?” Clint’s jokes before giving her a saucy wink.

Natasha pauses mid application, her gaze slides from the mirror to his with deliberate slowness. A warning.

“Certainly not. Where’s your creativity, honey?”

“Right here, darlin’.” He drawls intentionally slipping into a thicker midwestern twang as bumps her shoulder. He meets her brief smile with one of his own before flicking the box open and whistles, impressed. “What did you have to do to get finances to sign off on this fucking behemoth.”

Natasha caps the mascara and rights herself. The ring is nestled in a pillow of creamy satin and glitters in the fluorescent light overhead effortlessly.

“What is that, five-six carrots?”

Natasha tuts moving to grab the box, but Clint twists away, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards in bemused smile.

“Three, and an implied blow job.” Natasha answers dryly.

Clint hums amused before he plucks the ring from its satin bed and tosses the box onto the counter by his hip.

“Explains the hotel and the Am-Ex cards.” He mutters as he holds the ring up to the light. It looks comically small pinched between his fingers.

“You ever play married before?”

Natasha stiffens and makes another grab for the ring but Clint just lifts it higher, effortlessly skirting her attempt. “No,” she scoffs, crossing her arms. “Just a mistress.”

“Always a mistress but never a bride? That’s a rom com waiting to happen.” He teases.

Natasha reaches for the ring again, only to be dismayed when he stretches on his toes, the source of her frustration remaining out of her reach. She’s wearing heels, but Clint uses his handful of inches well. He’s teasing, she realizes, like a child at recess. Natasha huffs, resettling back on her heels. They really didn’t have time for such childish games tonight, there was an arms deal to stop.

Her eyebrow lifts. “Going to pull my pigtails next, Barton?”

Clint’s mouth drops open intending to counter with a raunchy quip when Natasha’s expression stops him.

“Sorry—“ he mumbles, scratching self-consciously at his chin. Natasha holds out her hand expectantly. Instead of dropping the ring into her hand like she expects, Clint instead takes her hand. She pulls back once she realizes what he’s intending to do. Clint tugs her hand back with a soft tut. A soft unfamiliar expression flickers across his face.

“Come on, humor me.” He says, shooting for nonchalance but there’s a softness to his tone that betrays him. “Probably going to be the only time I slip a ring on a woman’s finger.”

Natasha sighs, relenting.

The ring glides on perfectly, the action quick and efficient. There’s no fuss, no awkward electrifying thrill. It’s just a ring, and her hand in his. That alone however feels so right that she barely notices the extra weight on her finger.

Clint drops the briefest of kisses to the back of her knuckles and squeezes her hand.

“Ready to play rich assholes and save the day Mrs. Simmons?”

Natasha gives herself a once over in the mirror, checking for any indiscrepancies in her visual appearance that could blow their cover. She finds none. Satisfied she turns her critical eye towards her partner.

The suit Clint wears is perfectly tailored to fit his stocky frame. Natasha makes a mentally note to send an appreciative email to SHIELD’s disguise department for taking her last suggestion to heart. (The last suit they sent Clint was at least two sizes to large. The shade too strong for his tanned complexion and fair hair.) Clint’s hair is perfectly in place and he had shaved. His aftershave subtle enough to not be off putting but strong enough when in close proximity to make her inhale deeply.

Her partner certainly knows how to clean up well, despite his grumbling about need to wear a monkey suit for this mission.

There is something missing though.

“Honey?”

Clint’s head snaps up from where he was straightening his watch. “Yeah?”

Natasha grips his chin with her thumb and forefinger and tilts his face to the side. Clint stills, gaze unwaveringly intense as she leans forward and presses her lips to the corner of his mouth. She pulls back and uses her thumb to smudge the lipstick stain left behind.

“Now, you look like a married man.”

#here have a snippet #might repurpose this for Sightline #i just love them so much #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #personal #fandom #fanfic #fake married #undercover as a married couple

[aroacettorney]

we talked a lot about how the incidents in delica absolutely broke ludger, but tbh, casey didnt come out of it unscathed either.

imagine how lonely you must have been to willingly travel to such a distant land just to see someone who was potentially like/similar to you. and when you thought you finally got a best friend who could understand you in a way that no one else could, they turned out to be something you would absolutely abhor with your entire existence. they gave no explanations. they bothered not with excuses. there wasnt even enough time for you to grieve what you just lost because they forced your hands to fight them in a death battle. without a word, they just simply vanished as if your friendship in the past few months meant absolutely nothing to them and you were left alone again, trying to navigate when and what went wrong all by yourself. there was a mix of burning hatred, betrayal, and sadness inside you, but there was no longer anyone for you to talk about it — no one that could understand it. you endured all those feelings for three years with no one to share while chasing after your old-best-friend-now-turned-archenemy for answers because they never gave you the closure you deserved.

even when you finally learned the truth, you realised that they had never trusted you nor your abilities enough to even consider working together. rather, they took on the most extreme measure and didnt hesitate to make you their biggest enemy all the while keeping all their troubles and pains to themselves. best friends, friends, friendly acquaintances, private detective and their client — it turned out that your relationship was neither of them. was it truly your one-sided assumption after all? or perhaps, was it because you failed them when you could have known better and done better? still wanting to keep believing that your companionship was once real, your guilt started gnawing on your conscience. not only you couldnt save them, but your inadequateness also doomed them to their worst fate possible.

then, the opportunity came. you finally mustered up all the courage to utter an apology. even though they acknowledged it, they made no intention to accept your peace offerings. they reminded, "our alliance is temporary". they stressed, "enemies are what we are destined to be". what a fool you were, trying to save a relationship that never existed. either that, or you had never truly been forgiven. they wanted nothing to do with you. they needed not saving by you. it wasnt a closure you wanted but its still a closure you got. in the end, you were left alone once more, with the knowledge of a possibility that you also might not be able to save them again this time.

#academy's undercover professor #academy's undercover professor spoilers #aro ludgercasey propaganda #selmore's undercover husband #this is caseys pov. to her ludgers true feeling is an enigma because he auto crits on deception. #ironically i think casey was/is much lonelier than ludger. #when she was bedridden for a month ludger seemed to be the only one who came for a visit??? (feral fans dont count) #what was marias even doing???? #ludger tends to think he is alone but he still has a lot of comrades openly caring for him. #even tho the delica incidents hit him hard he still at least had hans as his trusted emotional supporter. #meanwhile casey had to process everything by herself. there was no one holding her hands through it. #there is betty but i dont think she would be good at processing these complex and contradicting emotions that casey were having. #caseys going through the same thing ludger used to experience. the helpless feeling of not being able to save someone you most care about. #with the guilt eating her up under the right conditions she has the potential to become ludger 2.0. #personally i think the trigger would be ludgers self-delivered death. #it could break her for good considering how much guilt she already has over the delica incidents — the one event that changed everything. #anyway in conclusion casey also needs therapy. both of them need couple therapy.

[scolachase]

FBI • Shantel VanSanten and John Boyd

Well, the thing that's fun about Nina and Scola is just how they've always – the nature of their relationship – how they butt heads. You know, they struggle always from the get go, from the start of a one night stand to an unexpected pregnancy. I think what we can expect is to see that good old-fashioned Nina/Scola conflict, people bumping heads against each other about how to do this the best way, how to navigate raising a kid.

#fbi #fbi cbs #fbiedit #fbi most wanted #john boyd #stuart scola #nina chase #shantel vansanten #scolina #userthing #crimeshowsource #dailydickwolf #mine* #going undercovered as married couple…blessed…every shippers dream

[randomnumbers751650]

(They are in a ballroom, Blade is guiding Kafka in the dance, she wears an... unforgettable dress)

Kafka: Promise me, forget everything about tonight.

...

(They are in a bedroom, hugging each other)

Kafka: Promise me, forget everything about tonight.

...

(Kafka is at the top of the flying car, shooting at twelve IPC flying cars pursue them; she's wearing a wedding dress and is heavily pregnant; inside Blade is wearing a suit, Silverwolf is wearing a maid of honor dress and the Trailblazer is there, also wearing a suit (they're enemies, but he couldn't deny them a favor))

Kafka, shouting: Promise me, forget everything about tonight.

...

(They're in the tropical paradise of Jaci-IV, far from the eyes of the IPC; Silverwolf is in the beach, babysitting after Gregory and Joseph; Blade is sitting down in a chair, while Kafka is sitting down beside him, breastfeeding Josephine)

Kafka, gently: Promise me, forget everything about tonight.

...

(They're in Gregory's graduation ceremony, he's now a biologist; they're wearing disguises to avoid the IPC agents there)

Kafka: Promise me, forget everything about tonight.

...

(They're at Joseph's funeral; he died saving people from a plague as an assistant nurse, at Tacoma-X; the Trailblazer convinced the IPC to cut them a break)

Kafka, with weary eyes, hugging Blade: Promise me, forget everything about tonight.

...

(They're in a jail, thankfully not an IPC one; the guard is watching Josephine's show, she's singing for at least three star systems; it's a bit distant , but they can still watch it; Blade has his arms crossed behind bars, but Kafka is waving two pieces of toilet papers as if they were light sticks)

Kafka: Promise me, forget everything about tonight.

...

(They're in the front of a star ready to explode; in the horizon, a titanic battle between the crew of the Astral Express and an abomination takes place; Blade has Kafka in his arms; her hair is white, her face is old, it's been months since she opened her eyes, but she's still smiling; Blade still remains the same as he was all those years ago)

Kafka: Bladie...are the children okay?

Blade: Yes, they are safe and happy.

Kafka: Bladie...how many times I asked that?

Blade: 95.

(Kafka remains in silence; in the horizon, the Astral Express managed to break through and deal a critical hit; Kafka holds his arms much tighter)

Kafka: Bladie...I don't want to forget. I'm so scared, Bladie.

(He sees the Astral Express taking off, while the reaction expands; he remembers Elio's script)

The explosion will involve both the Inexistence and the Destruction. I don't even need to see the future to know that it's metaphysically impossible the Abundance resist both. It's been an honor saving the universe with you. Farewell, my friends.

(Blade holds Kafka tighter, holding her hand)

Blade: Just a little more, my dear.

(Kafka's smile grew a bit; Blade also gives a small, satisfied smile as the reaction engulfs and obliterates everything in its path)

#honkai star rail #blade hsr #kafka hsr #i wanted to write a fanfic #but it got too similar as a premise to one by cmaverick #no need for an encore #so its in this format #also please go read that fanfic #kafblade #blafka #blade x kafka #this is based on that line #that implies they had to go undercover as a couple

[milflewis]

do you ever think about how the very first time they properly met they spent nearly two hours in a car together and aryton liked how fast alain drove that he stuck beside him for the rest of the day and how they went from this to refusing to leave team briefings first to the point that they once spent four and a half hours in a room out of spite and stubbornness

#one day i will write a prosenna detectives au where they have to go undercover at couples therapy and it will be terrible and glorious

[toytulini]

man everyone complains about snipers in splatoon and dont get me wrong, skilled snipers can, will, and do, wreck my shit, but everytime i see a sniper on the other team i do get a lil excited. enrichment in my enclosure. shiny thing to hunt and harass. sorry to all snipers i am targeting you specifically bc you are sooooo shiny and fun to harass. largely this is not an issue and i dont feel too bad about targeting snipers specifically bc I'm not good enough at the game for it to be some sort of unfairness. like i said. i frequently get my shit wrecked and never learn.

#toy txt post #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 #snipers out there ily. you ink like shit but youre so fun to hunt even when im bad at it. which is Often #i will always very fondly remember a series of matches i played in 2 where i had the undercover brella with ink armor and torpedo #and i think i had either haunt or thermal ink #and for some reason. Every Other Player Besides Me. was using chargers #i think it was just a couple at first but then ppl were like goofin? #and i was just. terrorizing them??????? #and it was so fun #and i have to imagine it was fun for them too cos like #i mean they Outnumbered Me #and my team was also all snipers who werent leaving base #so i was just wildin #and at a certain point it was not possible to not hunt them bc. you know. i kept killing them #so. they Had to kill me #but like they Had to be having fun bc no one dropped out or changed weapons??? i was loving hunting snipers #and they seemed to be having fun trying to kill my desperate dumbass #back when i could Dodge Shit semi competently #i just want that again #that was back in 2. i think that contributed to skipper pavilion being one of my fav maps cos that was one of the ones in rotation #i thiiiink the other one was? #whats it called. it had the moving platforms? #PIRANHA PIT #didnt enjoy that one as much as skipper pavilion tho #anyway. it was so lovely id love to do that again but it doesnt feel possible in 3 #for one thing. no way id have that many games in a row w the same lobby and no DCs all the way until map change #anyway if youre a sniper in splatoon dont worry about me hunting you. i am unfortunately so so so killable #one thing about me playing splatoon is that i be dying

[djbeatz]

Soukoku have a Strange relationship

Okay, so here me out. Soukoku have definitely been sent on plenty of undercover missions, some of them required them to act like a couple in some way with each other. After some time, they got comfortable (not any less bitchy) about being paired up to act like a young couple and one thing led to another, the next thing they knew some of the intimate gestures couples did, they started to do out of sheer habit.

As emotionally constipated teenagers, they did not address this, nor fix it, so eventually they just forgot that that kind of shit is usually exclusively for couples and just lived with it. The person who initiated it was Chuuya (to his fucking mortification).

So, they can kiss each other on the cheek and not bat an eye. Dare them to kiss? Don’t even think twice, just a sweet kiss on the lips and they’re moving on. They can hug, cuddle and do lovey-dovey shit without seeing anything wrong with it because it was normal for them. They are incredibly comfortable with any level of intimacy with one other, it doesn’t bother them or anything, they just won’t say anything about it. Hell they don’t normally talk during those times because they refuse to let the vulnerable, fluttery feeling in their stomachs bubble to the surface.

God forbid the day someone points it out or asks if they’re married. They aren’t even dating.

#soukoku #soukoku headcanons #chuuya nakahara #Dazai Osamu #bsd #bsd headcanons #undercover missions #the kind of people who act like a couple but hate eachother's guts- #oblivious souls #They love each other clearly #chuuya headcanons #dazai headcanons