#you guys have no idea how lucky you are that I didn’t have tumblr in 2016

[theresistanceneverquits]

I have been calling him Cass since 2016. Validation.

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[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: Norm Breyfogle

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman is working tirelessly to find out who you are. What will you do when he finds you? What will he do?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, breaking in and entering

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it 

Part One Part Three

Part Two: Job Opportunity

“Master Bruce, do you think there is a possibility that this manhunt of yours may be born out of paranoia? Or perhaps an injury-induced delirium?” Alfred asked, as Bruce manically typed information into the Batcomputer. 

“That’s the problem, Alfred. There are no injuries. None. She healed me. She saw my face.” Bruce’s low voice rumbled. 

“Only you, Master Bruce, would consider a lack of injuries a problem,” Alfred sardonically stated. “Are you quite sure it was a woman?”

Bruce didn’t bother with a verbal response. He merely gave a curt nod. The sound of the elevator pinging and the door opening did not budge Bruce’s concentration from the computer. 

“Bruce, I’m back from Commissioner Gordon’s. The fingerprint is a dud. There are no matches in the criminal database,” Dick said, jumping into a rolly chair and sliding very loudly over toward Bruce. 

“That narrows it down, only about 25% of women in Gotham don’t have any form of criminal record,” Bruce muttered out loud. He didn’t particularly care if anyone heard. It moreso was for his train of thought. Bruce continued typing furiously, “I’ll check it against the other databases.”

Dick spun aggressively in his chair, “You got that fingerprint off your suit, right? What about the mask that was left?”

“The mask had been unused and freshly opened. There were some traces of fingerprints on that but my blood made them nearly impossible to ascertain,” Bruce said flatly. Bruce’s computer flashed with an oncoming message from Barbara. 

[The street cam footage was shaky, but I got a general description. She is about __ tall, with __ hair, and __ skin. It also appears that she is wearing a medical uniform that is issued for Gotham General Hospital. You’re welcome, Babs.]

Dick leaned so close to the computer that his and Bruce’s cheeks touched, “Wow I didn’t realize you brought in the big gun Babs. You want this girl found.”

Bruce tried not to smile at the ridiculous boy, “She saw my identity, Dick.”

Dick inhaled sharply through his teeth, “What are you going to do when you find her?”

A few ideas popped into Bruce’s mind, not all of them were legal. 

“He hasn’t got a clue, Master Dick,” Alfred said, spawning behind the two men, holding a silver tray with a bowl of Lucky Charms on it for Dick and a large black coffee for Bruce. 

“Thank you, Alfred,” Dick said, taking the cereal, “I mean she saved your life, Bruce. She hasn’t told anyone your identity,” Dick said, feeling the odd need to defend this girl he has never met. 

“She could just be selling the information to the highest bidder,” Bruce said, sharply taking a glug of coffee. 

Dick held back from rolling his eyes. He looked at the monitor and stared at the girl. “She saved your life when she didn’t have to. I don’t think she would ruin it on a whim. Not every person is out to get you, Bruce.”

And with that Dick and Alfred left Bruce alone in the Batcave. 

Bruce took another long sip of his coffee and continued his search. A small smile, barely a smirk lifted on his lips. 

It was a good thing that healthcare workers needed to get fingerprinted. 

He found her. Now all he needed was a solid plan. 

************************************************************************

“Y/n please girl. Please, please, please, please, please,” Sam begged jokingly with her hands together. 

“Nope! No! I am not taking another patient with bed bugs! I took the last one for you and I felt itchy for a week. Besides I have my hands full with an IICP and a stabbing,” I said, wagging my finger at my friend. 

“Gah fine! Wish me luck. I’m manifesting that I have rancid energy that repels beg bugs but is very welcoming and kind to patients.”

I laughed at her, “When you figure out that ratio please let me know, babe.”

The rest of the shift went by quickly, and mostly uneventful. I healed the head injury enough that no surgery would be required. I healed that stabbing enough that he could go home stable the next day. I healed a gunshot wound. A sick two-year-old with a fever. And so on. By the time I was walking out the back of my eyes burned and my back throbbed. I needed to do some stretching. Maybe take a long bath with some Epsom salt and a dirty romance novel. 

My walk home was uneventful. I was grateful to see my apartment. I wanted to shower, sleep, and cuddle Hashbrown. 

I turned the key to my apartment and stepped my leg in to block an anticipatory escape plan from Hashbrown. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion when she did not greet me at the door. A sense of unease flooded my body and I rushed in.

“Hashbrown? Here kitty-kitty!” I yelled in my sing-song voice for her. The hairs on my neck stood up. Something about the energy in my home was different. It was charged. Slowly, I grabbed my pepper spray. With my other hand, I grabbed my phone. 

Out of the darkness, there was a twing of metal and my phone and pepper spray were on the ground. Quickly, I turned to run out the door. 

“I just want to talk,” a gruff voice said from the darkness. I fumbled my hand against the wall and flicked on the light. 

I tried not to laugh. 

Batman was in my living room, with my cat on his lap. Hashbrown, the traitor seemed completely enamored by him. Some guard cat she was. 

I walked casually to my kitchen, to my fridge. “Do you want anything to eat or drink, Batman? I have some leftover Thai food, some diet cherry vanilla coke, water, coffee, tea?” 

“None for me,” he said, his voice seemingly lower by the second. 

After my dinner was assembled I joined him on the couch. I faced across from him. “What do you want to talk about? And why the fuck did you feel like it was okay to break into my apartment?”

“You’re bold. Is it a front to hide your fear of me?” He asked as Hashbrown nuzzled against his sharp chin. 

I looked at him, almost annoyed, “Should I be afraid, Bruce?” 

“I guess that depends on your answer,” Bruce said, intentionally not finishing his statement. 

“If you want an answer you need to ask me a question,” my tone was sharp. My anger was surging. I just got off a thirteen-hour shift of a four-day stretch. I just wanted to eat, shower, and go to bed. But this oversized emo chicken was interrupting that. 

“What would you do if the world knew about your healing powers?” He asked, and my heart stopped. 

“What would you do if the world knew your identity, Bruce Wayne?” I practically hissed the last part. How dare he break into my apartment, pet my cat, and threaten me? 

“It would be the end of the Batman,” Bruce said.

I looked him dead in the eyes. I held no fear. I just showed him my true exhaustion. “If you’re worried about me telling anyone, I won’t. Call it personal morals or call it fucking HIPPA I don’t care. I’m not going to tell because you were my patient and I cared for you. End of story. Now get out of my house.”

“Would you like to work for me and my family?”

The offer caught me so off guard I almost got whiplash from it. “Excuse me?”

“You would be a permanent first responder that lived in the Wayne Manor full time. Full benefits. A salary ten times what you are making now. You will need to sign an employment contract and an NDA. Your cat of course can also live at the manor. Your services will just need to be available 24/7.”

My mind whirled, “Give me a week to think about it. Write a draft proposal and give it to me as soon as possible. To be frank, I do feel like this is a form of manipulation. You want to hold power over me by being my employer and having me sign an NDA. You want to keep a close eye on me so that you know what I’m doing, who I’m talking to, and what I’m saying. You do not trust that I will simply not say anything out of my own morality.” 

I saw a ghost of a smile on his face, “You’re smart. You will fit in well. I will have the draft in your mailbox by tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss Y/l/n.”

Before I could say anything, he was out the window and vanished into the night. 

“What the fuck, Hashbrown?” I yelled, scooping her up. “What am I going to do?”

#batman #batfam #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #barbara gordon #duke thomas #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #nightwing #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #x reader #female x reader #whump #whumptober 2023 #whump writing #dc comics #dc universe #dc fanfic

[kawowoa]

how to (not) get the guy you want!

☆ step three ; uh oh back track! an interaction this early isn’t ideal!

cw - kinda suggestive… maybe maybe not, very very veryyy self-indulgent written part bc.. yes

series m.list here!

roaming around campus was your favorite pass time when none of your friends was around.

(totally not because you could never find any of them. seriously, where the hell were they?)

even so, the time alone gave you time to think about sukuna. you’ve only seen him around campus a handful of times. on accident, you weren’t stalking him —much to yuuta and megumi’s discretion— it was just fate that you had the chance to be in the same vicinity as him.

you’d call yourself lucky, the campus isn’t small at all. and with a student count of over six thousand, the chances of even spotting sukuna was below zero

at least you think so, math isn’t your strong suit.

today, perhaps your luck ran out. you were so busy on your phone doing who knows what that you managed to face plant into a wall. wait. was it actually a wall? did a wall always have a heart beat, let alone feel so damn warm?

you groaned in pain, wondering if your nose was broken or not. your hands reach in between to put distance from you and whatever you landed into. confusion written all over you as your hands felt something soft, yet firm. yeah, it definitely wasn’t a wall.

it felt nice though, you squeezed once —maybe twice, or three times for good measure— earning a grunt.

“what the hell?!” you suddenly exclaimed, jumping back at the noise. what you didn’t expect was to actually be face to face with someone’s chest. you didn’t want to look up but maybe you should.

bad idea. bad idea. bad id—

“did you have fun groping the shit out of me?” a gruff voice that that belonged to no one but sukuna. a displeased expression on his face. there was a muffled snicker slightly behind him that turned into a full blown laugh. your eyes followed the sound, seeing a tall white haired man laughing his ass off and another white haired person looking completely mortified.

“holy shit.. i— wow, uh, shit. i’m so sorry!” you stumble out, before running away. what else could you do? you definitely did not want to see that terrifying look on his face any longer.

sry for not posting for almost 2 weeks,,, tumblr wouldn’t let me post at awlll

tag list (comment to be added!) : @lysaray @maisy1111 @morinuu

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[goldenhypen]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ you look pretty in my clothes .

PAIRING ! nishimura riki x fem!reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k

PROMPT(S) ! 4. kiss to the side of the head ;; 6. fixing the other’s clothes ;; 8. embracing them from behind // requested by @enhypenenthusiast @yourlocalni-kisimp @emmachase89 <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! this was so much fun and so cute to write. i rlly hope you guys enjoy this one,,, and hopefully tumblr will have some mercy on me and let me show up in the tags again 🤧 anyways, i hope you enjoy <3

with loud music bouncing off the walls of the practice room, riki danced, watching his reflection in the mirror. however, he wasn’t able to concentrate to the best of his abilities, because you were sitting in front of him, back against the mirror as you watched him dance with a proud smile filled with admiration. 

just you alone being there in his view made it hard for him to focus. maybe it was your beauty or maybe it was just that you being there was different that caused him to lose concentration. whatever it was, it wasn’t helping. 

and then he realized you were wearing his t-shirt. 

being already baggy on him made it look like you were practically drowning in his top, but you weren’t complaining. being enveloped in the soft fabric with your boyfriend’s scent was a type of comfort in a way for you. 

and little did you know, seeing you in his own clothes was also a comfort to riki. 

when he finally noticed it, he looked at you with adoration in his eyes and a wide, goofy smile and walked towards you with his hand extended in your direction. 

you took it and he pulled you up, turning you around to face the mirror with him before he embraced you from behind with still a large and happy grin. 

after a couple seconds of admiring you in the mirror in his shirt, he left a kiss to the side of your head, completely and utterly in love with you. and when he pulled back, he just continued to squeeze you tighter, loving the way you looked, especially in that moment. 

but soon, an idea popped into his head, and he quickly pulled back and ran to the other side of the room, leaving you shocked and confused. your eyes followed him, only to realize the hoodie that was now in his hands. it was his. and he carried it proudly with a toothy smirk. 

he walked towards you, and didn’t waste any time in pulling it over your head, causing you to giggle, because once again, you weren’t complaining. 

after getting the piece of clothing on you, he looked at you in the mirror, as were you, and he began adjusting certain parts of the fabric to get the clothing on you properly. 

he then wrapped his arms around your waist, placing them right back where they were before and admiring you through the reflection once again. 

“you look really, really pretty,” he told you with a genuine tone before adding, “like always. but like—especially now—you in my clothes is just- wow. it’s like looking at a beautiful, female version of me.”

at his last, playful sentence, you both cackled and you turned around in his hold before hitting him on the chest. 

he feigned pain before laughing and saying, “but in all seriousness, you really look absolutely gorgeous. how did i get so lucky?”

you couldn’t help but smile, turning around once more and immediately leaving a kiss on his lips. catching him off guard, he almost fell back but quickly managed and started kissing you back, hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

not only was he lucky to be dating you, but so were you to have found him, the love of your life. 

A/N. hoping the tags work this time 💔🤞🏻 thanks for taking the time to read ^_^

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[imightgetbetter]

smells like you

surprise! she's back! i had this idea and a very slow day at work so i am writing and working and having a grand ole time. i love this concept and it makes my heart feel so warm and tingly. also, i really want to get back into writing on my week off so i'd love some concepts if you all want to chat about matty and the band and literally anything. i just want to write. i haven't been online posting in a while and tumblr loves to silence me so if you could reblog and share it, i would love you forever and ever. i love you all. thanks for being the best in my two months off.

“My pillow smells like you,” he says quietly, his voice low as the moonlight pours in through the windows beside the bedside table. “I don’t even know how that’s possible because you didn’t sleep on my pillow last night.”

“I switched the pillows when I made the bed this morning,” you say, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips. It’s mid-afternoon, and the time difference from London to Los Angeles killing you slowly, but there was no way around it, not with a dinner meeting and publishing meetings all morning the following day. You pushed the flight out until you couldn’t possibly push it anymore, not wanting to leave London and your friends, and arguably more importantly, Matty, who’s been living in your apartment for nearly a month, at this point in time. “I figured you’d go back there after you dropped me off.”

“It’s close to the studio,” Matty argues, shrugging his shoulders and leaning further into the plush, white pillow. It’s not close to the studio. It’s actually further from the studio than the apartment that he shares with the guys, right now, while they’re making the album. Matty refused to leave for more than twelve hours at a time though, claiming that he couldn’t get a ‘proper night’s sleep’ there, saying it was ‘too drafty’ or ‘too busy.’

Not that you minded all that much. It was always nicer to have him around. “Hm, is it?”

“Shut up, Sally.”

“I’m this close to breaking up with you over the phone,” you tease, leaning back against the headrest of the backseat in the uber. “I hate when you call me Sally.”

“No, you don’t, darling. If you actually hated it, I would know, and I wouldn’t call you that. You get that cute little smile every time I call you that. That’s how I know you’re lying.”

You roll your eyes, trying desperately to push the smile away that’s aching your cheeks. He does it so naturally, you wonder how you went all those years ignoring your feelings, ignoring him. Having him around in such a different capacity now, it’s hard to imagine what it would ever be like to go back to before, knowing what you know, feeling what you have felt. You say that to him, that you wouldn’t know what you’d do without him, and he always argues that you’d go back to doing the same thing as before.

That’s the problem, though, isn’t it, that you simply couldn’t live with yourself knowing what you have now and having to go back to before. It simply wouldn’t be what you want. You’d be living in misery.

“Fine,” you smirk, turning your head and looking out the window. All the major corporate headquarters line the drive and you find yourself in amazement at the sight. All through your time at university, it never occurred to you that one day this would be your life, in so many ways – seeing it this way, for work, and seeing it through Matty’s eyes, through tour.

“How are you so beautiful?”

Matty’s words pull you out of your daydream. “What?”

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Stop,” you say, brushing your hair behind your ear and haphazardly hiding behind your hands, the blush on your cheeks complimented by the heat outside. “I miss you.”

“It’s only been,” Matty pauses to check the time, “sixteen hours and thirteen minutes. How could you miss me?”

“You have to stop counting how long we’ve been apart,” you laugh, shaking your head. He’s done this a few times now, usually when you leave, and it always makes your heart twist. He doesn’t give you butterflies, you’ve found, the anxious feeling when you don’t know how someone feels or what they’re going to say next. Instead, you feel it in your heart, every word, every profession of love, you feel it deep in your chest, your heart moving with his sentiments. “It makes it worse, Matty.”

“I count because then it doesn’t seem so tough to be without you, again. Sixteen hours doesn’t seem so bad when I used to go months and months without seeing you. It’s a manageable feat.”

“You make it impossible to write love stories, you know.”

“How is that?”

“Because! How am I supposed to create a fictional love interest for a character when you are there writing the damn script?”

“You make it easy, darling.”

“How so?”

“I just tell you all the things on my mind. I don’t hesitate with you. I know I’m safe to share all my thoughts and you’ll keep them close to you. I don’t have to worry.”

There it is. Always generous with his thoughts and emotions. Matty never ceases to say things that make your heart clench up in your chest. It’s a feeling that’s new, untouched. It’s not something you’ve felt before and you’re uncovering more about it every day – the way it makes your chest feel like your ribs are closing in, but it doesn’t hurt, the way you feel tingling all through your nerves when you touch him, the way you crave kiss after kiss, never having enough. Each thing you experience with Matty is brand new, something you never thought would happen, a pleasant surprise.

“I love you,” you say, dreadfully looking at the hotel rearing in your vision. “I am almost at the hotel, I have to go soon. I need to freshen up before I have this dinner.”

“And I can’t see?”

“Matty!”

“It’s been too many hours since I’ve seen you naked, darling. You can’t blame a man when you look like that. Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?”

You shake your head. He’s always like this, from the moment you two got together in your tiny New York apartment, he has been unable to keep his hands away from you. Not that you mind all that much, but the incessant reminders are beginning to sound endearing. “I will call you from the hotel room, okay?”

“Do I get to see?” Matty quirks his eyebrows upwards and smiles at you.

“You’re a child.”

“I would like to see, darling. I’m nothing but a man. A simple, simple man.”

You can’t hide the smile when you look at him, the tight-lipped smile and dreamy eyes only sharing half the smirk you know you would be getting if you were standing in front of him. He’s insatiable, and very hard to say no to. “Fine. Once I get into my hotel room, I will call you.”

“I love you, Sally.”

“I love you, too.”

“I love you, what?”

“I love you, you pain in my ass.” Matty laughs, and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. “I’ll call you in a few. I miss you.”

“I miss you more, darling. Hurry back, will you?”

#matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #the 1975 #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fanfic #love it if we made it series #praying this makes it in the algorithm and tumblr doesn't silence me

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Hey! I love your writing, you have quickly become one of my favorite blogs on this site! I was wondering if you could do more yandere Superman stuff. There isn't alot of it on tumblr and your other ones have been awesome! As for ideas maybe one about the reader having powers or a mental illness similar to gaps? No matter what you decide to write I look forward to it reading it though! 🤗

Thank you so much 💕💕💕! You have no idea how flattered I am, agshshd.

Since you didn’t specify, I’ll do a platonic yandere, since I am much better at writing those 😅. Enjoy!

The standard warnings in all my works (really only implications of stalking in this case) apply here! Reader is a meta, with a teleporting ability!

One would think that being able to teleport at a moments notice made life easier. You would be able to go to work, go to school, save money on gas money, all at the drop of a hat whenever you decided to use your ability.

It did not. In fact, it made your life actively harder with all the criminals that routinely tried to extort, blackmail, or manipulate you into using their powers for them.

“Listen, if we’re going to do the whole song and dance of you threatening me, can you at least be creative about it?” You drawl, absolutely exhausted. The man in front of you is dangerous, sure, but no more dangerous than a common criminal and you were already late for work. “I have dealt with this more times than I can count, can you maybe just like, not?”

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of death wish you have to be talking to me like that, but I’d keep my mouth shut if I were you.” He threatens, brandishing the gun in your direction. You huff. He was hardly as threatening as he liked to think he was.

“You’re holding the gun wrong.” You point out, and he blinks, adjusting his flimsy grip on the gun. He was still holding it wrong.

“Shut up! Listen, just come with me, and no one gets hurt.”

“That’s not going to happen.” A strong voice echoes from the alley way, and you tilt your head, recognizing it. Your attacker does to, and he pales, turning his gun toward the speaker frantically before dropping it. You hiss out a curse. He was lucky the thing didn’t cook off when he dropped it.

“Superman! I was just- we were just-!”

“You were just going down to the police station to turn yourself in. Unless of course you’d like me to help you get there?” A raised brow, challenging the man, who shakes his head frantically. Given that the police station wasn’t very far, you were curious as to which option Superman would go with.

“I’m not sure I believe you.” There’s not even a blur, and he is behind the man, lifting him up by the back of his jacket.

He turns to you, and his eyes soften.

“Why don’t you head on to work? And stay out of any dark alleys, yeah?” He jokes gently, and you snort, nodding. “Once I have this guy sorted out, I’ll join you.”

He’s gone. You leave the alley, leaving the gun on the dirty floor. He would come back to collect it, you knew, and you had no desire to touch a firearm that had been pointed at your face.

It takes him less than five minutes to catch up to you. You know by then he had already gotten the gun to the police, talked to the officers, and dropped off your would be kidnapper.

“That’s the second time this week you showed up, you know.” You comment. He flies alongside you, the cape rustling with the wind. “You’re starting to make a habit of it.”

“This is also the second time this week you’ve been held at gun point, and it’s not even Friday.” He points out, and there’s a concerned frown on his face. “Why didn’t you teleport away?”

“He would have gone to my house instead. Better to keep him occupied until I could come up with a plan.” You shrug, and he only frowns more, eyebrows furrowing. You sigh, pushing your hair back from your forehead. Your hands were shaking, now, from the excess adrenaline.

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with criminals constantly hunting you for your ability.” A warm hand on your shoulder, and you smile, a little bitter, a little sad.

“Not much that can be done about it. People see a power, and they want it, and a lot of the times they don’t care about whether that power is attached to a person or not. It’s how the world works.”

You had been dealing with this since you were a child, when your powers first manifested, and sure it didn’t exactly make for a stable childhood or a well-adjusted adult, but you knew how to handle it. You knew what to do.

“It doesn’t have to be. You know that, right?” He looks… so hopeful. Earnest. You wonder how he can keep that up when he sees and fights the worst things humanity has to offer. When humanity doesn’t even like him because he was strange and other, even though he had saved the world so many times you had lost count.

Maybe it was different for you. You had been young when the Justice League formed, had been even younger when Superman became a known hero, maybe you just grew up with it.

“I do.” The relieved smile he sends you lights up his entire face, and your stomach swoops low with a strange sort of anxiety. You weren’t used to this level of… transparency. Everything he did seemed written on his face like a book, and it was new and strange.

“I’m glad. I, uh, wanted to give you something. Here.” He holds up a small item, and you take it, curiously.

It was a watch. Silver, and blue, your favorite colors although he couldn’t have known that. A strap made of some undetermined fabric, the wrong texture to be leather but to thick to be anything else.

“It’s basically a panic button.” He explains, rubbing at the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “Press the dial used to adjust the time and it will emit a frequency only I can hear, so I can come and help.”

He takes it gently, affixing the strap to your wrist with gentle hands. It was strange to think those same hands could bend steel, that you had seen them bend steel.

“I… thank you. I really appreciate it.”

It was a strange level of care, your new watch, but it makes your chest warm. You had never had anyone show this much concern over you before.

“Well, with everything that’s happened, I figured you could use a direct line just in case, you know? I don’t want you to get hurt. And since I tend to only give them to civilians who are my friend..”

You laugh, grinning.

“Is this you asking to be my friend? I would think we were a bit past that after the fourth rescue.”

“I didn’t want to assume.” He defends, hands up in mock surrender, laughing. You both stop. You’re at the door to your work, and he smiles.

By now, it’s almost routine to wish him goodbye, and while the warm and quick hug surprises you just a bit, it’s pleasant enough that you don’t simply teleport out of his grasp in surprise.

There’s a faint smile on your face the whole day as you work. It was nice to have a friend after having been alone for so long.

#yandere dc #yandere platonic x reader #yandere x reader #yandere platonic superman #platonic yandere x reader

[lvckyyz]

Could you write another "somebody to love" but with Nike/Tyche/Iris plsss??

somebody to love | part two

cabin 14

i believe that iris kids could react in two different ways to their siblings/ friends being in love:

1) They’d be super happy and willing to help them with understanding their feelings and planning how they’re going to confess to their loved ones (bcs obviously they are going to make you tell them).

2) They wouldn’t have a clue about what to do or say and it would end up being a really awkward situation.

they’d make you watch every romance movie in the world for reference.

they’ll have to control themselves to not tell anyone about your crush, because they’re are so happy about it that they can’t wait to tell everyone that you’re in love

they think is cuter to give your loved one a gift so they’d help you doing something special for them.

cabin 17

okay, now imagine if one of their siblings is in love with one of their rivals (especially cabin 5), they’d be offended.

but they know you can’t control who you’re going to end up liking so they won’t bother you or try to keep you away from them.

they’d go full protective mode and want to make sure that they are good enough for you. also don’t expect them to be nice with the who you like, at least at the beginning.

if you need any advice they’ll give it to you even though they don’t really want you to date yet, because they think that your happiness is more important than any rivalry.

cabin 19

eveybody knows that cabin 19 is really lucky because of their mother, but tyche’s kids know that their mother’s blessings doesn’t apply to their love life, so when you tell them that you’re liking someone they’d be like “you’re in love?! oh dear, i’m so sorry”.

they wouldn’t have any idea on what they could do to help you so they’d tell you to ask for cabin 10’s help instead.

but if you’re shy and don’t want anyone else to know about your crush, they’ll do some effort to help.

it definitely wouldn’t be the way you expected but everything would be fine at the end.

⤷ author’s note:

you guys don’t know how many times tumblr deleted this🥹 also i didn’t notice before but i hit 300 followers! thank youu so much💞🫶

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heros of olympus #pjo hoo toa #pjo imagine #pjo tv show #rick riordan #riordanverse #jason grace #headcanon #cabin 17 #cabin 16 #cabin 19 #walker scobell #charlie bushnell #clarisse la rue

[magics-neptunes-things]

Woso Prompt

Hi guys!

I would like to try something new with you and I hope it will work x)

Here are some numbered phrases that you can select (one or two) and give me a player name with which to write this. It won’t be long stories, but I thought it could be fun :)

It's possible that you have seen some of the sentences before, I was inspired by several ideas found everywhere on Tumblr.

You can ask me any player, maybe I will refuse depending on who you propose because I don't know her enough, but don't take it wrong ♥

Feel free to invade my DM, it's open!

You are snoring. Terribly.

Did you slept with her?

I knew you were trouble

You're lucky you're cute

You little cheater

I thought I lost you forever.

Do you realize how crazy that sounds?

I'm not doing this again

Let me guess, I should "Try another girls"?

So... About what happened last night...

I don't bite. I mean, not unless someone asks me.

Friend's don't do things like that.

So can I invite her on a date?

Was she good?

You’re beautiful, you know that right?

What the hell are you doing?

Please. Please don't leave me.

Is it me or does it smell like something's burning?

You have a crush on my sister?!

Do you want something for the pain?

Go inside and lock the door. Don't open it before I tell you.

I won't anyone lay an hand on you.

I thought you left.

Is she dead?

I never want us to forget why we fell in love in the first place.

The house doesn't matter, you are my home.

When was the last time we spent an entire day together, just the two of us?

Why are you bleeding?

Will I see you again?

The last time I did this alone, it didn't go well.

Everything always looks better when you’re with me.

How do you hate winter? Snow is so beautiful.

Snowmen are so 2020. Let's make place to Snow-dinosaurs

Keep your pant on, cowgirl.

Have you ever do this?

I would rather die than betrayed you.

Well. I will never let you do that again.

Well. That was... Unexpected.

I didn’t even touch her.

Can you shut the fuck up for a minute? I'm trying to think here.

It’s nothing special, but I did it for you.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso imagines #woso #woso one shot

[a-cure-for-hysteria]

I figured out why we’re all so terribly shaken over the ineffable divorce. I don’t only speak for myself when I’m saying that we are ACTUALLY distressed, and that this is - for many - a unique experience, even for those who have spent time in numerous fandoms cheering for romantic couples.

I think it’s the relatability. Sure, both Azi and Crowley are celestial beings, but not really. They look like real, imperfect people and they stumble around each other in ways very familiar to most of us. I notice how we analyze both their actions, but often identify with Crowley.

Why Crowley? Well, he was cast out of Heaven for asking questions (I’m gonna assume the Tumblr crowd knows how being chastised for questioning things feels). Then, as he wandered the Earth mostly alone (we know that feeling too), his only meaningful relationship was the only other guy who seemed equally misplaced (didn’t we all grow up as the class freak, who - maybe, if we were lucky - had that one friend who wanted to hang out no matter what?)…

…And then, as we grow into adults, still misfits, we become used to judgment, to people leaving. We’re too much, we don’t behave. We often go into various forms of hiding, hoping the world will leave us alone. We shy away from people.

We might find that one friend. Partner. Lover. Colleague. Classmate in uni, whatever, it doesn’t matter. We’ve spent years closing ourselves off, but this person opens us up. It seems so easy with them, and we start trusting them, slowly letting them in. We’ve all been there, right?

…And then they choose something else. Not in the “drifting apart” sense, but in the “actively choosing something else over your relationship” sense. Perhaps they stole your idea at work and thought nothing of accepting the praise. Perhaps their partner doesn’t like you and so, you’re out - even after years of friendship. Perhaps they dump you via text despite living with you, to run off with someone from work. Perhaps they shared that deep, dark secret you finally dared telling them, and now everyone knows.

Whatever it was, it turned your idea of them on its head. Made you question everything they said and did, if they ever were who you thought they were. At the same time, it ruins your trust in people in general. If this person, who you thought cared for you as much as you did for them, could stab you in the back like that… then anyone could.

We are, collectively, Crowley. The freak with that one important relationship with someone who chose to abandon him. We can discuss what’s really going on, sure - but this is what Crowley FEELS.

I think this got to me personally because I recently quit a job due to ethical reasons. The boss was my best friend, who made terrible choices affecting both me and everyone else in the workplace. They chose selfish gain over everything else. It shattered my view of them, of people, of myself. I lost half my life in one resignation.

I am Crowley. Just like you.

#good omens season 2 #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #ineffable spouses #innefable husbands #crowley and muriel #good omemes

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I finally decided to listen to the Perfect Brains podcast, did all four episodes that are out so far in the last couple of days. And, okay, I wasn’t going to say this because I didn’t want to be pointlessly negative about something people enjoy – but now that I no longer hold this opinion, I can say, I was pretty skeptical when this was first announced. It felt like a weirdly manufactured pairing, since as far as I knew Sam Campbell and Lucy Beaumont had nothing to do with each other before Taskmaster, and it’s not even like they clicked with each other especially well during Taskmaster.

It felt like one of those things where people on Reddit (or, to be fair, Tumblr) see two people on a panel show and say “Oh my God, they should have a sitcom!” And then Avalon just gave them a sitcom podcast, not because there were any artistic reasons to believe that would actually work, but just because fans thought it would be a funny concept. This seemed especially true since they didn’t even have a format when they launched, just said “Okay you guys liked these two on Taskmaster, well here, subscribe to this then.”

And I wasn’t convinced it would work. Sam and Lucy don’t have anything that would make them work well together except that they’re both weird, and they’re not even the same type of weird, or particularly compatible types of weird. Zany characters can be very funny on their own, but when bouncing off someone else, the “straight man” role exists for a reason. The weird one has to be paired with someone who’s been tailored to fit with them.

I can say all those now because it turns out my concerns were unfounded – this shit’s hilarious. It still seems like a bit of a cynical idea that might have just got lucky, but it really works. Possibly because I didn’t need to be worried about the lack of a straight man. They have a “straight man” in the podcast, and his name is Sam Campbell. And it turns out it’s amazingly funny to listen to Sam Campbell playing the straight man. He’s surprisingly good at it.

There’s a kid at the autism centre where I work who speaks almost entirely in “scripts”, in which he’s repeating things he’s heard elsewhere (songs, TV shows), mostly talking to himself, sometimes he can be persuaded to answer a question but only if it’s a very simple one and he can answer with something from his repertoire of quotes. By last week, I’d spent probably 50 hours with him one-on-one in various sessions over several months, and I was very used to his voice. But then we introduced a new program that he didn’t like, and when I started doing it, he suddenly said “All done all done!” in a completely different voice that I had never heard before. It was significantly higher-pitched. He normally mumbles a lot but this was clearly enunciated. If I heard that voice out of context I’d never have guessed it was him. It was shocking to realize I’d heard him say thousands of words and this was the first time I’d ever heard his “real” voice. How he sounds when he’s talking as himself, and not scripting from other things he’s heard. (Not relevant to the story but just to be clear: I didn’t finish the program after he said that. I do not torture children for a living.)

That’s what I thought of the first time I heard Sam Campbell respond to one of Lucy Beaumont’s most absurd statements. Sam stays in character on everything, even situations where most comedians break character (Taskmaster podcast, Off Menu), so the first time Lucy caught him so off guard that he just gave a genuine surprise response, his answer shocked me almost more than her statement. I had that same moment of “Oh shit, I’ve heard you say a lot of words before but I think I’ve just heard your real voice for the first time.” It’s not constant or anything, Sam’s still mostly in character throughout this. But every once in a while Lucy will throw him right off and it’s delightful. Her mother had him unable to keep up any persona for pretty much the whole time he was on, I think he nearly forgot he was meant to be acting and just enjoy the stories. (Please note: That moment of “Oh shit, you became a different person for a moment there and I think that’s the real one” is as far as this analogy goes, I feel the need to clarify because I know the internet is full of speculation about Sam being somewhere on some spectrum or other and that’s not the point I’m making here. I have no theories as to what spectrum Sam Campbell may or may not be on. But I do have views on how funny it is when someone gets emotionally pushed to the point of suddenly turning into the “real” person, my view is: not particularly funny if it’s a child confronted with a therapy program they don’t want and you should probably back off, but very funny if it’s a comedian who’s too confused by another comedian’s mother’s holiday anecdote to remember to do his inflection.)

The biggest downside to this podcast is I just can’t imagine anything living up to that guest episode. Tim Key was so good that by the time his segment finished, I felt bad for Lucy and her mother trying to live up to that. But I needn’t have, as by the time Lucy’s mother was done, I felt bad for Tim having given his time to that podcast only to be comedically upstaged by someone who isn’t actually a comedian (although Lucy’s mother is a playwright, and she sure crafted some theatre in that episode).

I’ve gone through various phases in my assumptions about Lucy Beaumont. It started with – well obviously that’s a character, it’s funny. Then – she is committing to that bit really hard, is there any chance she’s just actually like that and has lucked into her career? Then – oh that was some shitty misogyny of me to even consider that, no one wonders whether someone like Sam Campbell is a character act, obviously Lucy Beaumont also has a differently-pitched voice of a completely different person that she uses in real life, she just never lets it come out in a performance. Then I listened to her on the Comedian’s Comedian podcast where she started talking about how all famous literature was written by ghosts, and Stuart Goldsmith gave her so many opportunities to clarify herself, he kept saying that’s an interesting idea but she means it metaphorically of course, and she kept saying “No I mean it completely literally, I think people are possessed by spirits”, and you could hear the moment when it clicked to Stuart that he wasn’t going to get her to admit she’s doing a bit because she’s not, and he finally said “Are you pulling my leg, Lucy?” and she said no, and then he hurried off the topic. And after that I stopped feeling bad about wondering whether Lucy Beaumont might be actually just like that, not some carefully crafted character. I mean, obviously some of it is crafted. Obviously she couldn’t get where she is if she didn’t know what she was doing and understand that some of her absurd thoughts are funny, and funnier if she plays into that. But I think she does mean this stuff.

Hearing her mother on that podcast has broadened my view of Lucy Beaumont further, to thinking – oh, she might be the normal one. She might be genuinely like this but only because that’s her compromise between the normal she was taught and objective reality. And she, being very intelligent (and you can’t have as successful a career as Lucy Beaumont with having lots of intelligence, even if that someone goes alongside the belief that 1984 was written by an angry spirit), figured out where to find the humour in that compromise and in the gaps, and it’s worked out great. That’s my current working theory. I’ll let you all know how it evolves in another ten or so episodes.

The guests were great, but the three episodes with just the two of them have been funny too. Sam Campbell obviously brings a lot to the table, I’ve had the theme song stuck in my head for 48 hours straight, so fuck him for that, and Paul Williams too for good measure. It is fun to listen to them pass the brain cell back and forth, jockey for which one gets to be the weird one, and Sam Campbell normally loses, which is funny. But he still gets to be the weirder one often enough for that to also be very funny. Four episodes in and I'm sold.

[stillstuckin2000spunkrock]

Drunk!Jake Sully x Female!Omaticaya! Reader

Hey loves! I apologize for not posting in a while, I’ve got midterms this week so I’ve been distracted. This quick blurb just kind of came to me and I thought I’d write it down. For those of you that don’t know, I am comfortable with writing stuffing or burp fics because I’ve noticed people on Tumblr like those, so I will take other requests. This fic also is around the same story line as my previous Jake one where Y/n is Neytiri’s sister and is Jakes mate. However Neytiri and Jake didn’t have feelings for one another, so just Y/n and Jake. Now I know Jake is for sure a dom but I think when he’s uncomfortable or not feeling well, even he needs to feel babies sometimes. Especially when he’s hammered and can’t really think straight. I hope you guys enjoy! Leave some requests either in the comments or my messages for ideas you might want❤️

“Jake.. maybe you should’ve taken it easy on the alcohol..” You giggled softly, his arm slung across your shoulders as you struggled to support him. “I’m fine..” Jake slurred, attempting to ease his weight off of you, but stumbling over himself. “Easy there tiger-“ You teased, helping Jake regain his balance a bit. Jake responded by letting out a deep hiccup that sounded painful and acidic. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your husband’s drunk stubborn ass though. The man could never accept help, his pride wouldn’t allow it, yet it was just one of the many things you learned to love about him. 

As you made it back to you and Jakes little den in the Hometree, you heard Jake hold in a thick closed mouth burp that sounded a little sick. “You okay..?” You asked, stopping to look Jake in the eyes. “Yeah.. Just not feeling too hot.” He muttered. “Well we’re literally two steps away from the bed, think you can make it?” You teased lightly. Jake nodded, and with one final heave he threw himself onto the bed resting on his back, letting out a groan of pleasure finally being able to relax his heavy and aching muscles. You chuckled at his sorry state, and crawled into bed beside him. “You drank a lot..” You said, tucking a stray lock of Jake’s hair behind his ear. Jake breathed out a soft moan and leaned into your touch, his eyes shut. “Such a baby.” You teased, poking his distended and bloated belly. You watched as Jake slightly winced in pain. “Does it hurt that bad..?” You asked softly, now gently rubbing your hand up and down his aching belly. Jake nodded, placing his hand on your own as you rubbed his tummy. “It feels tight..” He whimpered slightly. Clearly he wasn’t prepared for how strong Na’vi alcohol was, he’d be lucky if his hangover lasted 2 days at the least. And with Jakes competitive nature, there was of course drinking games he took part in, competing with the other Omaticaya men in taking shots, attempting to show his dominance and leadership in the clan. You couldn’t help but be slightly amused at his state. Normally when Jake was drunk he acted like more of a flirt and could be aggressive at times, however here he was laying down and moaning about his stomachache like a youngling. Oh don’t get it wrong, when he was simply just tipsy early on in the night he had pulled you in quite a few times, but as the night went on he started to lose his energy and outspoken attitude and gradually feel worse to the point all he wanted was just to be comforted by your touch. 

You applied some light pressure to Jakes belly, your fingers kneading at a pocket of trapped air. As if hitting the perfect pressure point, Jake let out a lazy and deep belch. Too bloated and drunk to even be embarrassed, he let out a big sigh  if content and comfort as you felt his belly sink underneath your palms, feeling less tight then before. “That feel good?” You cooed, patting his tummy lightly. You must admit that a part of you secretly enjoyed being able to baby Jake for once instead of vice versa. Jake nodded with half lidded eyes, starting to drift off into a booze coma, occasionally letting out a soft hiccup. Assuming Jake could finally get some rest now, you leaned over and planted a soft goodnight kiss on his lips, as you went to pull away, you felt his hand gently cup the back of your head, pulling you in for more. You felt the tang of his lips upon your own, allowing no room for air. Yet these weren’t harsh or forced, they were surprisingly gentle yet firm and almost a form of gratitude for all that you’ve done for him. As you pulled away for a breath of air you raised your eye brows at Jake “What was that all about?” You teased, putting your palm on his chest as if to hold him down. You could feel his heart beat and the rise and fall of his breathing. “I just needed you..” He stumbled, breathlessly. You could see the fire in his eyes slowly burn out as he was overcome with sleep. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his

breathing slowed, finally asleep. “Skxqwng..” You muttered, a slight smile on your face as you laid yourself down beside Jake. You laid there beside Jake, a cool breeze blowing through the hollow as your heart beat in the same tune as Jakes. Here you we’re happy and sleeping beside the one you adored most, living a life together.. What more could you possibly ask for.

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar x reader #x reader #oneshot #blurb #drunk #drunk Jake sully #request #requests open #hiccup #bloated burps #omaticaya

[cheolhub]

Talk about your moots; what do you like most about them (could be a paragraph or a single sentence, spread the love!!)

p sure i did this just a few days ago but everyone knows i adore my moots so i dont mind doing it again :)

it’s kinda long! (took me a literal hour and a half to write) and i tried to get everyone i talk to on a tri-weekly basis at least 😅

@ncteez i know you said to pick what i like most abt my moots, but i love everything about hon from the way she looks (she’s literally the most gorgeous person ever— she still owes me a selfie now that im thinking abt it) right down to her core. 🥹 the only mark stan who has ever walked the planet actually,,, i love hearing about her sex dreams and i love the way that she gives the best advice bc she only wants the best for me and how genuine she is. I LOVE HER & she makes me a better person every day, seriously ⭐️ i <3 my wife

@jeonghantis 🩵 there are about a million and three things that i can write for keir but i think the thing i love most about them is that… i can just be sar with them, i never have to worry about being judged for the things i like bc 9 times out of 10, keir feels the same way. like who else am i gonna talk about [redacted] with chan with ??? or [ censored beeping for 10 minutes straight ] with sangyeon ?? my jeonghannie, my bff, my ride or die <3 (they also hate everyone that i hate and watch my instagram lives even tho im super annoying which means i am going to die for them)

@onlyseokmins literally just love elv’s personality. she has this infectious positivity and it makes me so happy to be alive like dhahdh,,, every time i see her on the dash reblogging the silliest things or cute pics or even talking to other people, it makes me smile so hard like idk she’s so bright PLUS she’s resident dk lover on tumblr like there is no one else. tumblr user onlyseokmins is quite literally the only dk stan alive

@lovelyhan ok two things i love the most — one: kai’s writing will always get me out of a reading slump. i re-read their fics an ungodly amount of times, like i actually need to be blocked by them ( i definitely didn’t re-read inflection point again TODAY on my lunch break, nope! i didn’t! 😂……) TWO: kai is literally so sweet and funny and we don’t really talk much, but from what i know, they’re a really great person and anyone would be lucky to have them as a moot! ^^

@agustdiv1ne ash and i are actually moving to alaska and we’re gonna be neighbors /srs,,, srsly tho, i told her this already, but she’s an amazing listener and she puts up with my shitty texting and i seriously cant appreciate that more 😢 she’s so wonderful and lovely and my favorite yoongi stan to ever exist and i will shield her from the heat. don’t worry, ash, 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚.

@soonigiri MELODY <333 the soonyoung to my cheol!! she’s also someone i enjoy seeing on my dash sm!! she’s literally an angel and it’s so endearing to see her in her engene era. like i look forward to seeing jungwon on my dash every day /srs — OKAY ACTUALLY, ik im an awkward freak but i would love to talk to you more bc i think we have a lot in common T-T

@etherealyoungk SKYE i know we interact like every 3 weeks but each of them do really mean a lot to me <33 i think she’s really kind-hearted and i get really happy when i see her jn my inbox from time to time!! it’s like a nice little surprise which i love 🥹💝 it’s like finding a rice krispie at the bottom of my lunch box (if you don’t know the feeling, think immense joy)

@rubyreduji JJ THE COOLEST GUY EVER. he’s such a joy to talk to and i love that he’s lowkey my hypeman. every time i run a concept or idea by him, he makes me feel really good about it and i adore that. he’s so supportive i love him and i need to hug him so bad actually 🥹 (i give good bear hugs jj, pls let me hug u) also jj doesnt care that im a weirdo awkward freak and i have to commend him for that too ☺️

@toruro mikalicious always know what to say which is what i love the absolute most abt them now. when im in a shit mood, she knows exactly how to make me feel better and always helps me take my mind off of it. she’s so cute and wonderful inside and out and i really am so eternally grateful to have her as a mutual and a friend <33 also, mika, this is my formal apology for being the world’s worst texter 😅

@gyuswhore EM THE COOLEST PERSON EVER. i love her so much actually. she and i just started talking and i have to say, she is just so,,,, amazing? idk, i dont have the words for it. she was so kind to me when reading my wonu fic and she just read over my new cheol wip and she has given me such great feedback and im so appreciative of her!! + sending pics is lowkey my love language and she lets me send her the most random shit (my pc collection, my room, etc.) i love her 💝

@hwanghyunjinenthusiast MY FAV JOKSTER dbehdh talking to rj is seriously a breath of fresh air lol I LOVE her humor and she understands my humor. ALSO….. something about rj’s writing also does something to me… like i remember i was super depressed while i had strep and on a brief tumblr hiatus and i came onto the app for just a second and saw that she’d posted … mean dom!chan… i remember reading it and crying bc she GETS IT. no one gets me like rj (i forgot to rb now that im thinking abt it but im gonna get on that) my fave dinonara <3

@heesbaby TUMBLR USER HEESBABY SINGLE HANDEDLY GOT ME BACK INTO ENHYPEN. i never thought id see the day, but bc of her smau’s and writing, i’m back in my engene era… i love how much of an angel cinna is like,,, we talk every once in awhile but she makes me the happiest girl ever when she replies to my asks or i find her in my inbox. i’ll actually fight jay for cinna

@hyuk4ngel RESIDENT MINGYU STAN,, fay has been here with me since what feels like the fucking beginning and i seriously can’t thank her enough. she’s really encouraging and amazing and she has the best ideas ever. i swear half of my writing discography is thanks to her (just my mingyu fics which is lowekey half my writing discography begsgs) she also is always checking in and i just love her for that and many other things 🥹

@baeksbyunny / @baekhyunnybyun (you’ll have to remind me which acct im supposed to tag) BEX MY BELOVED!!! THE LOVE I HAVE FOR HER IS SERIOUSLY INDESCRIBABLE!!! she’s the nicest person to me. like i’ll never forget when i was anxious before my txt concert and she was so reassuring like i felt a weight lift off my shoulders. INSTANT (sar)otonin boost every time we talk, idk what it is. probably the fact that she has the most comforting presence. i love her, you honor. i rest my case.

@majestyjun mills was like the first moot i’d ever talked to,,, but i remember i was so intimidated the first time we did bc millie is literally so fucking cool like,,, i have always thought this and when she said //I// was cool and i was genuinely so honored like…. idk >< ALSO HER WRITING IS SOHSHSBS OUT OF THIS WORLD … the concepts the description,,, she’s a genius!!!

@sunnylovespickles even tho we just became moots, i thought it was really sweet that she dropped off pics of pink!cheol for me 🥹 my day was really bad and that brightened it so much <33 i hope to have more interactions with her in the future bc she seems so nice!!

#[ 💌: anon ! ] #[ ⭐️: mutuals ! ]

[gummybear1178]

F-14 (Family of 14)

Chapter 2:

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So, I’ve never posted on tumblr before but decided to start spreading my works onto here. So here is my first Top Gun Fanfiction. More chapters to come! Let me know what yall think! If yall have any advice for me for using tumblr please give it! I’m just starting to learn it! I did learn the keep reading bar thing before I posted this so I hopefully don’t clog the feed! 

Not fully sure where this story is going other than it will be IceMav and their 12 adopted dagger squadron kids!

Followed Maverick plot but Icemav is a thing, some changes along the way, all set up to show Mav and Ice and their adopted Dagger Squadron kids!

The dagger squad is determined to find out who Maverick is married to, leading to some shenanigans and eventually the reveal! Followed by one shots featuring MavDad Icemav and Dadmiral with the Daggers! Feel free to leave requests and ideas!

My first Top Gun Fanfic and being used to pull me out of writers block. May not be some of my best work but you can edit a story but not a blank page.

No matter what let it be known that dagger squadron is in fact not oblivious. Well, they are not always oblivious.  They do have their moments though, however this, was not one of those moments.

"So, everyone else has seen the ring on Mavericks dog tags, correct?" Payback asked.

"Yes, and yet we have had no mention of it is." Hangman rolled his eyes at the fact this conversation was starting again. They had been theorizing since they first saw the ring.

"Obviously, it has to be Penny. I mean you guys saw him flirting up a storm with her our first night at the hard deck. How else could he have gotten permission for us to use the beach for football yesterday?" Fanboy asked aloud.

"No, that was more," Phoenix paused for a moment trying to find the right word, "Familiar banter. They've obviously known each other for years, but they are not married. More like long term friends."

Rooster just sat in the corner shaking his head. For he had all the answers, but absolutely no will to give them.

---

The next day was the day everything took a turn for the worse.

Jake stared at the radio from the ground helpless hearing Maverick yelling at his best friend trying to pull him out of G-Lock.

"Come on Javy." He muttered under his breath.

A weight was lifted off his shoulders as soon as he heard Javy say he was okay, and Maverick also took a breath.

Only for the next tragedy to occur.

"Bird strike!" Maverick yelled out over the comms.

This time it was Bradley's turn to freeze and stare at the radio begging anything and everyone that his best friend would be okay as Phoenix spoke everything she was doing. While Maverick told her to eject.

Though even when Maverick announced he saw the two parachutes, he did not let the tension go.

He knew better than most anyone that a chute didn't mean much. Especially after Top Gun in '86.

Until he heard confirmation from Phoenix, he wasn't believing anything.

"Rooster, there were two chutes." Hangman tried to pull him out of his stupor, only still in the room because he was waiting on Coyote to get back.

"Chutes mean nothing Hangman. I'll believe it when I see them with my own two eyes."

Jake nodded, knowing what they had been told in flight school. Before heading out to the tarmac to wait on Coyote.

Rooster knew he wasn't going to get info from anyone, not until the copter was back from picking them up and probably not until medical had checked them out.

So he sat in the rec room until he heard otherwise. Someone with information would eventually make it in here, and he didn't want to miss that info.

Eventually, news did make his way, just not in the carrier he would have wished for.

"They'll keep Phoenix and Bob in the hospital overnight for observation," Maverick broke the silence, "They're gonna be okay."

"That's good," Bradley took a deep breath, "I've never lost a wingman."

"You're lucky. Fly long enough, it'll happen. There will be others."

"Easy for you to say. No family. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in other than Ice. All you've got left in your life is on man."

"Go home. Just get some sleep."

"Why'd you pull my papers at the academy?" Rooster suddenly moved, having remained mostly still, "Why did you stand in my way!"

"You weren't ready." Maverick said softly, the day Bradley left flowing through his mind.

"Ready for what? Huh? Ready to fly like you?"

"No. Ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don't think, just do." Maverick shook his head, "You think up there, you're dead, believe me."

"My dad believed in you. I'm not gonna make the same mistake." Rooster said putting all the venom he could in that one bite. He knew what words would hurt the most and he was willing to use them.

Before Maverick could say another word Bradley stormed out the door, just like he had all those years ago.

Maverick leaned against the wall and slid downwards til he was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled close to his chest.

Flashes of the night Bradley left covering his sight before changing to his days with Goose. Until his line of sight was engulfed by memories, his mind unable to comprehend anything else.

All he could hear was Bradley's words on repeat, only broken up by the sound of Goose's neck hitting the canopy.

"Maverick." Another noise breaking through the sounds, but he kept fading back out.

Warlock had come to check on the captain after the insane day, and especially after seeing a fuming Rooster leave the room.

Realizing words would not get through to him, Warlock decided to pull the emergency card, one he really hoped he wouldn't have to use.

Seeing Maverick's phone sticking out of his pocket he gently grabbed it, only to realize there was a password on it. One Warlock did not know.

Shaking his head he pulled out his own phone and called Cyclone.

"Warlock?" Cyclone answered professionally though unsure what his co worker would be calling him for having seen him mere minutes ago.

"I need you to get medical to the rec room, and I need you to make another call..."

"Why do you need medical in the rec room?"

"Sir, Maverick is having a panic attack."

"No, we don't call medical-"

"But sir-"

"No, I was given special notes on who to call for this and we avoid medical."

"Understood sir, I'll stay with him."

Cyclone stared down at his phone for a moment, before taking a deep breath and pressing call on a contact he had only ever been called by.

"Admiral Kazansky." The voice on the other end answered.

"Sir this is Cyclone, your orders were to call you directly for anything concerning Mav-"

"Get to the point Admiral." Ice spoke coldly, he was not one for wasted time espeically when it came to the wellbeing of his husband.

"Sir, Maverick is experiencing a panic attack." Cyclone said bluntly realizing it was the best way to go.

"Is anyone with him?"

"Yes sir, Warlock."

"Understood, I will be calling Maverick's phone, have Warlock answer."

"Understood sir."

The phone made a click as it hung up as Cyclone then began texting Warlock the instructions.

---

The phone Warlock had pulled from Mavericks pocket mere minutes ago began ringing as a text from Cyclone came through with instructions.

Warlock answered immediately and was met by the face of the COMPACFLT.

"Sir"

"Thank you, please put the phone in Maverick's hand with the screen facing him and exit the room, wait just outside."

"Yes sir."

"Mav, I need you to breath ok. Just breath." Ice spoke softly, but still loud enough to be heard through the phones speaker.

Maverick was slowly coming out of the attack, and that was being expedited from hearing Ice's voice.

"Mav, it's Ice, just breath, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, alright now breath out." Ice continued to talk him through breathing as his car took off towards Top Gun.

Ice watched at Mav slowly started to slow his breathing down to match the counts.

"Mav, I need you to start listing off things you can see." Ice saw the panic in Mavericks eyes as he went to speak.

"Hey, Mav, it's okay. Take a second. You aren't in the ocean or in a plane. You are on the ground in the rec room at Top Gun. I need you to keep breathing for me."

The panic began to subside from his eyes once more as he became more aware of his surroundings.

"Ice." Maverick choked out.

"Yea, it's me Mav," Ice nodded over the phone glancing up to see they were approaching the Top Gun building. "I will be there in just a few minutes ok, just keep breathing."

As soon as the car stopped in front of the entrance closest to the rec room Ice jumped out of the car and took off. A few people did a double take as the Commander of the Pacific Fleet ran through the building.

Warlock's eyes widened as he saw the admiral turn the corner. He opened the door as Ice nodded a look of thanks before entering. Slowing his speed as not to startle Maverick.

"Mav, hey, I'm here."

"Ice." Maverick said much more clearly this time.

"Hey, Mav, I've got you it's going to be okay. Just breath with me." Ice spoke softly tugging the other man against him. Maverick held on tight breathing in Ice's scent, mostly coming out of the panic.

"Alright, I need you to name five things you can see."

"You, the tarmac outside, the tables, a radio, umm..." Maverick paused for a moment.

"That's four, just one more Mav."

"The chairs."

"Good, alright, four things you can hear."

"Your voice," Mav smiled softly, just barely, for a second remember the time when they weren't sure they would ever hear it again. Ice smiled with him. "Your breathing, jets taking off, and people talking outside."

"Good, now name three things you can feel."

"Your heartbeat, your arms around me, and your presence."

"I'm not sure if the last one counts Mav, but I'll take it."

"Fine, if your being picky, the floor." Mav snarked back a bit making Ice smile, seeing him really coming out of the panic attack.

"Alright, two things you can smell."

"You and jet fuel."

"Good." Ice breathed out pulling Maverick back into a tight hug.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Ice asked softly.

"Not here. Tonight." Maverick promised.

"Alright, are you good to head back outside yet, or do you want to sit here for a few more minutes."

"Few more minutes. I haven't seen you since this morning." Mav smiled into Ice's neck.

"Yeah well, at least we get to see each other every morning and night right now. Might even be able to keep that up if you don't make another admiral mad."

"Yea well, if they would stop doing stupid stuff I would stop making them mad."

"Yeah I know, though not all of them are your fault some are their fault." Ice rolled his eyes.

"Come on, you know you had fun ruining Cain's fun."

"I did have fun with that one, you ejecting at mach 10.4 not so much."

"Details."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready? To let you go? Never. Can I go out now? Yes."

Ice nodded at the answer, pulling away just enough to give his wingman a kiss.

"You head out, send Warlock in. I'll talk to him then head back to my office. I'll see you at home tonight." Ice promised before releasing his husband from the hug. "I love you."

"I love you too." Maverick said as he went to leave before stopping, "Don't get mad until I tell you what happened at home ok. I just want to talk about it there, not here. I'm not trying to hide it. I promise."

"I believe you." Ice nodded watching as Maverick left and Warlock entered.

"Sir."

"Thank you for assisting. I expect your discretion on this matter."

"Yes sir."

"Beside this, how has it been going, and don't give me the official wording."

"Maverick is a better teacher than he wants to say. The kids rally behind him. They recognize his skills and abilities, albeit they didn't at first. He definitely has an unorthodox method to teaching and life in general, but that just seems to be Maverick over all."

"Unorthodox is definitely a good way to describe him."

"But I think I understand why you were so insistent on him teaching this mission. I don't think anyone else could. Not with his expectation of them all making it home."

"That's part of why it needed to be him. His acceptable losses are always zero. If he doesn't believe they can execute the mission and make it back, then they never will."

"He believes in them, but I'm not sure they are ready to believe in themselves yet. He finally made them start becoming a team after his beach football stunt the other day, but none of them have successfully completed any part of the mission in the time allotted or the elevation."

"Then maybe he just has to show them..." Ice trailed off coming up with a plan to tell his wingman later that night.

"Sir, I don't want to overstep, but why were there orders not to contact medical?"

"It would have just freaked him out more. I know you are aware of what happened to his RIO during his time at Top Gun," Warlock nodded, "He was with him for medical after, and those moments as well as those once he made it to the medical bay are still ingrained in his memory. To be surrounded by that makes it harder for him to come out of the attack."

Warlock nodded in understanding knowing of others who had a serious distaste for hospitals after certain events.

"Off the record, how is he doing with Lt. Bradshaw?"

"Off record, I'm waiting on the bomb to go off. If it didn't already. In the sky Rooster finally flies as well as he could not being held back, until suddenly he goes back to his careful flying. He bounces between your style but slower and less instinctive and Mavericks in the sky. But not in an efficient way, rather he is too careful then too reckless. If he would just fly he would be fine, but he won't let go."

"Part of that is Maverick being here, and part of that is what has happened between the two in the past. Then Goose on top of all of that." Ice shook his head. "What do you mean if the bomb didn't go off already?

"I was walking here to check on Maverick after the events of the day, and as I was walking up I saw a fuming Rooster leaving."

Ice closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"So that's what set it off."

"That and a couple of other incidents."

"Incidents?"

"Coyote went into G-Lock on the last hop, and immediately after there was a bird strike, Phoenix and her WSO Bob were forced to eject. Everyone should be okay, but that doesn't make the day any easier."

"No it doesn't." Ice nodded taking in the information. "Thank you for you time admiral."

Ice went back into admiral mode and made his way back to his car then back to his office. Knowing he and Mav would have  a lot to talk about when they got home.

---

Dagger Group Chat

Fanboy GUYS!!!

Payback What?

Fanboy DID YALL HEAR WHO WAS ON BASE!?!?

Phoenix I've been stuck at medical, who?

Fanboy Admiral Kazansky! THE COMMANDER OF THE PACIFIC FLEET

Phoenix I know who Admiral Kazansky! But why was he on base??

Bob Well is kind of in charge of Top Gun and you know the whole Pacific Fleet and every naval base on this side of the country.

Fanboy Yea, but apparently he was literally sprinting across base

Yale Did they maybe call him in since we had two incidents today?

Fanboy Why would they call him in? Seems like more of a report on his desk kind of thing, unless he was here to chew some people out. Do you think Maverick got in trouble?

Payback It's not like either of the incidents were within our control. For heavens sake, one was a bird strike.

Rooster Wait! When was Admiral Kazansky on base?

Fanboy If the rumor mill is to be believed then about an hour or two after we everyone touched back down.

Phoenix Well since I doubt we will get any further on this mystery tonight, I need to be entertained while stuck in medical all night, so anymore theories on who wears the ring to go with Mavericks?

Fanboy To list out our list of ideas we have: Cyclone, Hondo, Penny, and Warlock.

Payback I still think Cyclone is absolutely not it.

Bob For all we know at this point we may not even know of this person at all

---

"Mav?" Ice called out as he walked in the front door of their home, locking the door as he hung his keys.

"Living room!" Maverick called back.

"Hey." Ice greeted pulling Maverick into a hug.

"Hey." Maverick sighed holding on tight to Ice.

"Food is already in the crock pot and ready for us. Then we are talking."

"I know, but I just want to stand here for one more minute."

Ice nodded pulling Mav even closer.

Mav took a deep breath before pulling away.

"Alright, I'm hungry and this food has been smelling amazing for the past 10 minutes I have been home, let's eat." Maverick announces.

Ice smiled following his wingman to the kitchen.

They sat down at their table and began eating, when Ice finally broke the silence.

"Maverick-"

"I know," Maverick cut Ice off. "I am trying to find the words."

"Don't worry about finding the perfect words, just get it out and clarify from there." Ice knew his mind was going faster than an f-18 being flown by Maverick and he just needed to start speaking. That was the trick, once he started talking he would figure it out.

"How much did Warlock tell you?"

"Not much, but I want to hear your side and version. He gave me basic facts, you will give me the info I actually need to know."

"We were on a Hop, the goal was practicing the targeting followed by coffin corner. Coyote went into G-Lock." Maverick paused, staring off in the distance.

"Mav..." Ice comforted reaching his hand to take the other mans.

"Just before he would have crashed I got tone on him and he snapped out of it. We leveled out. Everything should have been fine. Then there was a bird strike. I managed to maneuver away in time but Phoenix and Bob got caught in it," Maverick looked down sighing, "She did everything right, she was calling out every step of the way, but there was no saving the plane. It was gone. They ejected. There was two chutes. I saw the two chutes. You and I both know chutes don't mean anything, but they made it. Just a little bruised and shaken."

"Maverick," Ice said softly, "They made it out. You made it out. Everyone is fine."

"I know."

"There is more."

"Yea."

Maverick moved the food around on his plate, taking a few bites, before pushing away the now nearly empty plate.

Ice saw this for what it was, Mav wanted to delay the second part for a few minutes, and he did not want to have it at the kitchen table.

Ice was not a fool, it was not a coincidence that a fuming Bradley Bradshaw was seen just before Maverick was found. That was the reason Ice wasn't pushing the conversation yet.

Ice followed Maverick with his own empty plate. Rinsing them off before placing them in the dish washer.

He wrapped an arm around Maverick, who leaned into him, before guiding him to their couch.

Maverick curled into his side before he began to speak. Ice rubbing his hand up and down Maverick's arm.

"I knew Bradley was in the rec room. He and Phoenix are close. I knew he was waiting on an update. He knows just as we do that chutes don't mean all is well. I told him they would be kept overnight for observation, and it just escalated from there."

"Maverick, what did he say to you?"

"Told me no one other than you would mourn me when I burned it. Told me I had no kids."

"Mav..."

"He told me that his father trusted me, and that-that he wouldn't make the same mistake."

"Pete..." Ice's eyes widened, he pulled Maverick tight against his side. "He knows what buttons to press. He knows how to hurt you. Just as you know how to hurt him. That doesn't make anything he said right. Bradley is our kid. We helped raise him for most of his life, you even before me. Then after Carol we did raise him. He is your kid, no matter how mad he is. He may not want to say it out loud, but he would mourn you. If he wouldn't then he wouldn't care."

"Ice, if I put him on this mission I could actually lose him forever, but if I don't... I lose him anyway."

"Pete. You are a better teacher than you will probably ever realize. You have something that cannot be taught, you give a care about those kids. About their lives. You aren't just there to send them on a mission and be done with them, you want them to come out alive and better pilots. You will choose who is best for this mission, and that is all you can do. That is what you are there to do, you are training them to make it back from the mission. Not just to complete it as everyone else would do."

"They don't believe they can do it."

"Then show them."

"How?"

"I've known you a long time. You always manage to find a way, especially when no one else can."

The cogs in Mavericks brain started to turn.

"Ice, can you authorize and f-18 for me in the morning?"

"Is this you finding a way?"

"I think I already found the way, however it's less paperwork for you later if you authorize the f-18 rather than me just taking one."

"I do appreciate less paperwork considering how often you cause me to have more paper work."

"See, I'm improving."

Ice rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too."

---

Cyclone stood in front of the 12 pilots in the classroom, having no clue what to expect. All he knew was that Maverick wanted them all in the room.

That alone scared Cyclone.

Though maybe not as much as the f-18 authorization he had received for Maverick this morning, conveniently timed after he tried to ground maverick after his panic attack yesterday fearing he wouldn't be able to carry out the mission training much less fly. Maverick and his guardian angel. Honestly, if Cyclone didn't look up to and respect Iceman as much as he did he would call  him insane for putting up with Maverick at all. He didn't see how he did it. Much less why he put up with it. Though he understood it a lot more when he found out the worst kept secret in the navy was true and not just gossip and the wingmen were in fact together. Married at that. Further confirmed when Cyclone got Maverick's file for this mission.

Once again a mess to deal with since that file was filled to the brim.

The aviators were talking amongst themselves trying to figure out what crazy idea Maverick had for them today, and Cyclone couldn't blame them because he was curious too.

"Maverick to Range Control. Entering point Alpha. Confirm green range."

"Maverick, Range Control green range is confirmed"

"What's he up to?" Phoenix mumbled.

"Setting time to target. 2 minutes, 15 seconds."

"2-15, that's impossible." Payback said

"Final attack point. Maverick's inbound."

"Popping in 3, 2, 1. Bombs away."

Cyclone and the pilots all stared up at the screen in shock watching with anticipated breaths.

9.5 G

TIME ON TARGET

00:00.16

"Bullseye!" Fanboy shouted

"Damn." Hangman mumbled, this was the Maverick from the stories.

---

Maverick looked at his phone as he changed out of his flight suit.

Ice They are making you mission leader. I'll be on the carrier now. The third miracle was never optional, but now it really isn't. You will come home to me. That is non-negotiable.

Maverick stared at the messages for a minute.

He was going on this mission.

---

Maverick stood looking out at the water.

"You are coming back to me."

"You know I can't promise that."

"You can promise me that you will do everything possible to come back to me."

"I can promise you that, but I am doing the same to make sure the others come back. Especially Bradley."

"I know. They know that too. They believe in you, and they believe that you believe in them. I saw it in their eyes when you announced your pilots."

Ice hugged his wingman as they stared at the open waters, the calm before the storm.

---

Ice watched the command room with a bated breath as updates came through. They were nearly to the target.

He listened, not speaking a word, letting everyone else do their jobs.

He stayed ice cold as his name suggested and his reputation supported.

He stayed that way, until he heard Bradley's panicked voice announce he was out of flares and SAMs were on him.

Only those who knew him well or were paying close attention would see the change, but anyone could see it when the words 'Dagger one is hit' came over the comms.

His entire world was shaken.

Cyclone and Warlock's eyes widened as they risked a glance back at the admiral, scared of what they might see.

The mighty Iceman's ice cold face was gone, and in it's place was terror and heartbreak.

His world collapsed further when they call out that Dagger two is hit.

---

Ice leaned against the wall of the command room, wishing to Goose above to bring back their kid and Maverick.

Iceman was generally very patient, something that made him very dangerous and feared, but when it came to the well-being of Maverick and Bradley, well his patience went out the window.

His head shot up as fast as Maverick flies when they had something pop up on radar.

"It's an f-14 sir."

"Maverick." Ice finally spoke.

Cyclone shook his head with an impressed look on his face.

"Launch Hangman." Iceman ordered.

"Goose, save our boys." Ice mumbled under his breath.

---

Ice stood in the tower, bracing himself for the inevitable buzzing of the tower. A smile on his face as he laughed.

He watched their landings from above, and watched his husband and son hug for the first time in many years, before heading to his quarters to wait on his wingman. The flight deck didn't need him down there. He would ruin their celebration, and they deserved a celebration.

---

Ice watched from the window as a blue bronco pulled up to his house for the first time since Bradley had left 15 years prior.

"He actually came." Maverick spoke so softly Ice wasn't even sure if he knew he spoke it aloud.

"He will always come back home, it just took longer this time."

A tentative knock came from the door.

"I'll be upstairs. You two talk. I'll join after." Ice nodded knowing this conversation needed to be between just those two for now.

"Bradley." Maverick breathed out as he opened the door.

"Mav."

They made their way to the couch, tension was evident in the air. No one was sure how to start a conversation that had been in waiting for 15 years.

"You said we would talk. Why did you do it?"

"You weren't ready."

"You've said that, but I know that's not all of it. The academy would help me get ready. You and Ice would help me get ready. So tell me the rest."

"I made a promise."

"You held me back because you made a promise? Why would you promise to keep me from the academy? From flying? Like you and ice and dad-"

It clicked. There was only one person Mav would make that promise too.

"You promised my mom."

"She didn't want you to fly and risk dying young like Goose. She wanted you to live a full life."

"Why didn't you ever tell me that?"

"You weren't talking to me anyway. I wasn't going to hold that over your head."

"Why didn't you tell me when I asked you in the rec room?"

Maverick realized Bradley wasn't going to let this go.

"You hated me. You didn't need to hate her too. I couldn't ruin your memory of your mom."

Bradley froze.

"I'm sorry for the thing I said you. I didn't mean them. I regretted them as soon as they came out of my mouth, but I just kept going because I knew it would hurt you. I could never hate her. I couldn't even hate you, and I tried. Trust me I tried. I couldn't even hate Ice. "

"I love you Bradley."

"I-I love you too dad."

Maverick's eyes watered, it had been 15 years since he had been called that. Bradley had for years used Mav and Dad interchangeably, part of why him saying he had no kids had stung so much. Bradley was his kid.

"Will Pops ever forgive me?" Bradley asked softly hugging Maverick tight.

"I already did Baby Goose." Ice said from the stairs behind them.

"Pops." Bradley gasps, standing up slowly.

"I forgave you the moment everything happened, I've waited for the day you would walk back through the door."

"I missed you Pops."

"I've missed you Baby Goose, now how about you come sit with us for dinner and tell us what you've been up to the past few years that didn't make it in your file and that your uncles never told us."

"Well for starters Dagger Squadron currently has a bet going to figure out who you are married to Mav."

---

More to come!! There will be Mav and Ice with their adopted squadron!

Chapter 2

#icemav #topgun #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #iceman #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #maverick #dagger squad #dagger kids #mavdad #fanfiction

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SWIPE RIGHT | Armin Arlert x Reader

Part 1

One swipe to the right and you found yourself going on dates with Armin Arlert, loving how he treated you right. Who could possibly resist such a gentle and compassionate man? It's only a matter of time before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend...

Pairing(s): Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warning: -

Word count: 2.3k

Author Note

Hi, guys! Some of you might have read this AU before on Tumblr. Apparently it was posted on my secondary blog? Which means I cannot interact with the comment and such, that's a bummer T^T So I took the post down and republished it here. I hope you enjoy the story and stay tuned for the next part! :3

It all started with a quick swipe to the right in your phone. He was one of the few people you swiped right on in that damn yellow dating app. You wouldn’t have downloaded the app in the first place if Sasha hadn’t told you to. After your messy break up with your last ex almost two years ago, you didn’t feel like finding someone else to date. However, once you came across the name “Armin”, you couldn’t help but swipe right. You scrolled down to read his profile. He appeared to be normal, almost too normal. You lost count of how many cringe-worthy men you’ve encountered there. Seeing his profile gave you a new hope that there were still men out there who were okay. 

Lucky for you, Armin also swiped right. The chat was wonderful; you two had a lot in common. You found out that Armin was pursuing his master degree in Political Science at one of the most prestigious universities in your country. Fine art and literature were a few of his interests. A week after you both matched on the app, Armin began calling you. At first he only called for a maximum of ten to fifteen minutes, during which you both exchanged stories about your days. A month later, you received an unexpected text from him.

Would you like to meet up next Thursday?

“Say yes!” Sasha, who was with you at the time the notification popped up, squealed. “Ooh! Say yes, (Y/N)! So far he’s nice, right?”

“He’s a stranger, though.”

“You guys call each other almost every night; at this point he’s not a stranger. Not really.”

You left the text unanswered for several hours. After Sasha had left your apartment, you finally opened it and typed:

Sure. Just name the time and place :)

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The days went by incredibly quickly. It was Thursday night, and you were standing outside your apartment building. Armin said he would pick you up at seven. You knew he was taking you to dinner, but you had no idea where. So, you dressed rather casually. Just a simple polo shirt, a tennis skirt, and some sneakers. Sasha urged you to dress more formally, but you refused. You didn’t really want to overdo it on your first date.

“But isn’t it a date?” Sasha motioned for you to put on one of her blazers and pants. “Come on, I bet Armin’s taking you somewhere fancy. He looks like some Mister Fancypants.”

“I don’t know, this might not be a date. I’ll just be out with a friend. A new friend.”

“Yeah, friend,” Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes.

A pair of bright headlights appeared from a nearby crossroad, followed by a black convertible. You weren’t sure if it was Armin’s car, but it pulled over in front of your apartment. The front window rolled down and you saw Armin for the first time. 

Armin smiled and quickly exited his car. You noticed he was around four inches taller than you and wore his blond hair in a long undercut with bangs. He’s dressed simply in a  white button-up shirt with two of the top buttons undone.

“(Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Armin walked up to you with his arms open.

You weren’t quite sure of what to do. Was he expecting you to hug him? You had no idea! You decided to wait until he was a few inches away from you before leaning in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his back. The scent of his cologne, a light earthy scent, filled your nostrils. 

“Hello, Armin. How was the drive here?”

“Ah, I took a few wrong turns, but here I am!” Armin drew back, but his hand was still on your upper arm. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You smiled and nodded. He opened the door for you, muttering ‘be careful’ as you slid into the passenger seat, before going around the car and got behind the steering wheel. He even helped you fasten your seat belt, which made your heart flutters a little. After ensuring that you’re comfortable in your seat, the car swerved and you were both on your way to the restaurant. 

Neither you nor Armin talked much along the way. You weren’t really a talkative person and neither was Armin. Besides, there was music playing from the stereo. He offered you to play your own music but you told him it’s okay. You liked seeing him enjoy his playlist, which mostly consisted of 50s or 60s music. 

It took nearly twenty minutes to get uptown. You went there every day because you worked in one of the stores, but you always left right after work. You had no clue what it looked like at night and you were mesmerized. Your gaze wandered out the window, as if soaking in every single detail of the buildings and lights. Before you could take in your surroundings any further, the car turned into the lobby of a restaurant, and you regretted Sasha’s suggestion to wear a blazer. The restaurant appeared to be quite fancy from the outside. You really felt out of place. Running away sounded like a good idea.

Before you could plan your escape, Armin had already stopped the car and handed the keys to the valet. He walked around the vehicle to open your door and held out his hand to you.

“Are you feeling alright, (Y/N)?” His smile faded, replaced by a concerned expression.

“I’m fine.” You tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. You took his hand and got out of the car.

As if he could read your mind, Armin wrapped his hand around your waist, pulled you closer, and guided you to the entrance of the place. “You look lovely, (Y/N).” He spoke in hushed tones. 

You felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Fortunately, Armin handled all of the talking with the servers. Apparently he reserved a private dining room for the two of you. As you both walked to the room, you couldn’t help but admire the interior design of the place. Dim lighting, dark walls with a few windows looking out onto the outdoor area, rows and rows of wine bottles behind the bar, jazz music playing in the background, and minimalist yet expensive-looking dining tables. 

The ambiance continued in the private room. Armin drew the chair for you before sitting across from it. The server handed the menu. It was quite expensive, for sure. Everything on the menu looked delicious but intimidating. You ended up ordering the crusted salmon with broccolini, while Armin chose the veal milanese. Armin also ordered some appetizers, desserts, and two mocktails for both of you. 

After the server left, you turned to face Armin. “If you had told me where we were going I would have dressed more appropriately.”

“Why? What’s the matter with your outfit? I think it is perfectly fine.”

“Other women out there are dressed in blazers and dresses.”

“True, but none of them are as lovely as you.”

You could tell Armin was a smooth talker from the way he texted you. Meeting the man in person, on the other hand, was a whole new experience for you.

While waiting for your meals to be served, you had an interesting conversation with Armin about things he studied in his master’s program and what you do for work as a freelance virtual assistant and a marketing manager. The conversation continued even after the meals were served, all the way until you were both enjoying your desserts.

You discovered that Armin was well off and came from a wealthy family. While finishing his master’s degree, he was working as a market research analyst for one of his family’s businesses. He studied abroad in his final year of undergraduate school, eventually graduating with double degrees. You were starting to realize that outside the dating app, Armin is so out of your league. However, you didn’t sense even a slight of arrogance in Armin’s demeanor. He listened to your stories and asked questions, showing you that he was paying attention to what you were saying.

After finishing your desserts, you both left the restaurant. Of course, Armin paid for everything and wrapped his hand around your waist again on your way out. He didn’t let go until the valet returned his car, and he opened the door for you again. When the car was back on the street, the feeling of uneasiness dissipated and you leaned your head against the window.

“You don’t have a curfew, do you?” Armin asked, his eyes fixed on the road.

“Nah, but my best friend might call to check up on me.” 

“Fantastic. Fancy for a night ride?”

You turned your head so fast and nodded excitedly. You always loved a night ride. You used to have a lot of fun with Sasha and your other best friend, Connie. Unfortunately, due to his job Connie was transferred to another city. He was the one who had a driver’s license. So neither you nor Sasha could go on night rides anymore.

Armin’s car sped through the streets before merging onto a highway.

“I hope you’re not feeling sick.” Armin pushed a button and the hardtop of the car was retracted. You let out a gasp.

“I love it.” You raised one of your hands up, feeling the summer breeze against your skin. “Summer nights are the best time to go for a night ride, you know? I used to do this a lot with my friends… Just, not in a convertible.”

“I agree.” Armin gave a nod.

The highway came to an end and you were hugging yourself. Apparently, the wind was too cold and you didn’t realize it until your fingertips froze. The car came to a halt before a red light.

“(Y/N), here. Have my jacket.” Armin reached back into the backseat for his jacket and handed it to you. “Do you want me to pull back the hardtop?”

“No, no! It’s fine, Armin. I’m just a little cold.”

Armin carefully put the jacket around your shoulders and grabbed your hands, taking them in his own hands and rubbing them to keep you warm. The light turned green. Armin focused back to the road, but he kept your hand in one of his while the other gripped the steering wheel.

Again, neither of you talked a lot during the ride, though you could feel his glances on you a few times. Around 10.30 PM, Armin drove you back to your apartment. You didn’t want the evening to end, but you knew you had to go home. Especially since you had to work the following day. 

Armin parked in a parking lot near your apartment building. He helped you out, and walked you home. He moved his hand from holding your hand, to wrapping it around your shoulder, making sure his jacket didn’t slip off. 

You stopped at the entrance. “You wanna drop by?”

“Only if you insist.”

You brought him inside, entered the elevator, and were soon on your floor. Armin trailed close behind you. You knew Sasha would freak out if she found out. As much as she encouraged you to go on dates, you knew she wouldn’t approve of you inviting a stranger into your apartment.

Armin is not just some random stranger, you thought to yourself.

You finally arrived in front of your unit and searched your bag for the keys.

“Now, before you come in, I must warn you that my place is not the tidiest⁠—”

“(Y/N), thank you for the invitation, but I’m only here to make sure you reach your apartment safely.”

You turned around, stunned, and stared at him. “I see…” You felt so foolish for inviting him in.

“Don’t get me wrong, (Y/N). I just don’t think it’s a good idea. After all, this is only our first date. I will gladly stop by and have an even more pleasant conversation with you on our next date.”

“...This is a date? This is not just a friendly outing?”

“Of course.”

“And now you’re asking me out for a second date?”

“Indeed. I had a great time with you, (Y/N). I would love to go on another date with you, and another one, and then another. That is, if you are up to it.”

“Of course. Yeah, sure. I would like to. I would love to.” You nodded, internally cursing yourself for your pathetic response. You couldn’t help yourself. Something about the way Armin spoke made your stomach flutters and your brain turned into a useless, gooey mush.

“Wonderful! (Y/N)...” Armin seemed like he was about to say something.

“Yes?” You tilted your head, trying to encourage him to speak up.

“I’m sorry if this is rude and disrespectful but… may I kiss you?”

“You… what?”

“I’m so sorry, it’s just… I thought you’re very pretty and cute, and I wanted to kiss you all evening but⁠—”

You quickly stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek. Armin stopped speaking and stared into your eyes for what felt like an eternity. The next thing you knew, his hand was on your cheek and he was kissing your lips. The moment your lips touched, tons of fireworks exploded inside you. It was a brief, innocent kiss, but it felt endless.

You hated when Armin pulled away, but the fireworks erupted again as he pecked the top of your head.

“Thank you for today, (Y/N).” Armin stroked your cheek, “Now get some rest. I’ll text you first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” You simply nodded. Armin must have noticed how red your face was because after you answered he just chuckled and returned to the elevator.

Once Armin was out of sight, you dashed into your apartment and slammed the door shut. You didn’t give much thought to what happened as you cleaned up. However, once you were in bed, you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You couldn’t think of anything other than Armin and the evening you spent with him.

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[sunglassesmish]

oh and i just have to tell you all about my dream. just a warning this is random and pointless and so weird but i had to write it down somewhere and where better than tumblr.

so i apparently had this new boyfriend who was so pretty and muscular and so nice. like wtf, i’m confused as to how my brain came up with a man like that.

anyways, so i go to his place a bunch of times and EVERYTIME we walk in, some other person comes in on a motorcycle and tries to run us over. idek who it was or why or how they knew whenever we got there, but we started thinking they had security cameras in his house so we never said anything about who we thought this guy was or how we’d try to catch him. and then one day i get into his bed and i’m just clinging onto him like an octopus but from his side and he’s talking and i’m stroking his arm and i’m thinking ‘wow i’m so lucky to be doing this rn’

and then i ask him if he knows my usernames on social media, and he says i know his and doesn’t ask for mine. and then for some reason i video him talking but with the phone camera facing away from us both. i’m not really focused on the camera and i’m still stroking his arm. and then i’m also writing something on tumblr as a text post and i accidentally post the video. when i notice it has my face in it, it already has 7 notes and i don’t even check what they are, i just delete it and make a post saying ‘if you saw that no you didn’t’

and then at some point i tell him ‘oh btw i’m 41’ and i for some reason fully believe that which ???? but he says ‘and i’m 27’ in a way that tells me he doesn’t really care. but then a few minutes after that my brain is thinking ‘why did you believe you’re 41?? you’re 20’ and then i think well if i’m 41 and he met me at a cinema and liked me enough to keep coming back to see me then i’m doing pretty well i guess.

sometime after this i’ve apparently left his house to text my mum to come pick me up and i say to get me from work, which i’m lying about. plus she never picks me up from work at night and at this point it’s night so idk what my brain was thinking.

and then. somehow i’m watching him come to answer his door over the course of a few months and above his head there is a label showing me that the months are changing. and i can see how he progressively has more clothes on when he answers the door starting from the month he met me and then leading up to the time we started actually dating.

i have no idea why my brain chose to make me have a dream with this happening and why it’s like i’m watching a video of him but that’s where the dream ends i guess.

#i told you this was pointless and random

[spacewitchqueen]

(Love Is) A Deadly Game - chapter 6

A/N: Finally! I am sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, I have no excuses for myself. As always, thank you for reading! This chapter is a bit longer, I hope tumblr doesn’t act up. This was going to be the last chapter (you’ll see why) BUT I will write an epilogue, I promise I will post it soon.

Snippet: One of the only positive sides of being scared and on high alert was that you didn’t have time to think about him, you didn’t even want to think about his name.

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader 

Chapter summary: With the Face Cards, the games are coming to an end, what will that mean for you and Chishiya?

Everything was a blur. You were wandering aimlessly around the city, trying to make sense of what had happened. The Beach had fallen apart in just one night, apparently during a game, a Hearts game. While you had been lucky enough to stay hidden and sneak out, you hadn’t been able to look for Kuina or anyone else, too shocked to do anything but put as much distance between you and the Beach as possible. 

Things were no better outside. The city had an eerie, apocalyptic look to it, as if it had been abandoned decades ago instead of weeks. Weeks, was that right? How long had it really been? You tried to force yourself to remember but you couldn’t. No time to dwell on those thoughts, you had to be vigilant, keep moving.

One of the only positive sides of being scared and on high alert was that you didn’t have time to think about him, you didn’t even want to think about his name. Was it true, what he’d said? That he hadn’t paired with you at the game because he thought they would make you try to kill each other? But why would he think that? Maybe… No, you could not follow that train of thought. Whatever it had been, it was done, it didn’t matter. You’d left and he had stayed and that was probably where it ended for you both. You would have been afraid for him but knowing him, he had probably made it out of The Beach as well. You just hoped Kuina, Ann, Arisu, Usagi and some of the other players had escaped too.

And now what? Several screens lit up with an announcement: the next stage had begun, the Face Cards. Great. Not something you were looking forward to do on your own, but for now it seemed you had no choice. You did not care to play another Hearts game if it could be helped, but maybe you could try your luck in a Clubs game. 

You were still walking around, lost in these thoughts when chaos erupted around you. People running pell-mell, and the sound of gunshots, too close for comfort. Just how many people had guns now? Looking up, you saw a silver blimp with a banner: the King of Spades. You stared at it for a second and then someone grabbed your arm.

‘What are you doing just standing there like that? You might as well paint a target on your chest.’ It was the guy who had paired with you at the Hearts game. He was holding hands with a short girl, both of them looked terrified and out of breath. You tried to look past them but there were so many people running, what were they running from?

‘What is going on?’ you asked.

‘The King of Spades,’ the short girl said.

‘Yeah, I saw the blimp but—’

‘He has a machine gun, or some sort of insane arsenal, he’s killing everyone. We need to go. Now!’

‘Why didn’t you say so?’

The three of you took off at a run, without a clear idea of where to go, just trying to get as far away from the area as possible. Hiding was not an option.

You crossed a street, dodging people, trying not to think too hard about those who were not running fast enough. Among that chaos, you heard a familiar voice somewhere behind you. Kuina. You stopped and turned around to look for her just in time to see her jumping into the backseat of a car, and then you saw him. 

Chishiya stood there, looking at you, for a second too long. The people inside the car were urging him to get in. ‘Go!’ He yelled at them. The car sped up.

Time seemed to stand still. You stared at each other but neither of you moved. He looked as if he wanted to say something, you definitely wanted to speak but in that moment a falling object shook you out of that reverie, you realized where you were and what you were running from, and everything around you came back into focus. Was that a grenade?

‘Run!’ you yelled at Chishiya. You saw him jump out of the way and you did the same, covering your head with your arms instinctively. 

There was an explosion. When the smoke cleared, Chishiya was gone.

It made sense that the Face Card games would be harder than the previous games. Hell, the fact that there was some sociopath gunning down players without any apparent sort of rules should have been enough of a clue, and the slight relief you felt having found someone to run with, turned to fear a few hours later. 

The girl was injured, a bullet had grazed her leg. You tried to help the guy carry her so you could keep moving but he had refused, telling you to go on without them, that they didn’t want to slow you down. And just like that you were on your own again.

It was dark, it was getting harder to keep running. You were exhausted and afraid, even if you were reluctant to admit it. You had to look for a place to hide and get some rest. 

The night was mostly quiet but from time to time you could hear yelling in the distance. ‘Please be alright,’ you whispered, tasting the salt of your tears, directing that plea to no one in particular. You thought about your recent companions, hoping they had found a place to rest. You thought about Kuina, wondering if you’d see her again. And then you let yourself think about Chishiya, alone because he hadn’t jumped into the car with the others and you couldn’t help but worry about him. No, he would be fine, wasn’t he always better on his own? But what if he wasn’t?

With nothing else to occupy your mind and sleep refusing to come, you went over what Chishiya had said in the car after that fateful Hearts game: “I didn’t do that because I don’t trust you. I thought they would make us kill our partner, I didn’t want to have to hurt you.”

Some part of you was still angry at him. He could have told you what he was going to do, he could have shared his reasons for not wanting to play the game with you, but you also had to admit to yourself that you might not have listened if he had. You recalled his words. ‘You didn’t want to hurt me,’ you said to yourself, wanting to believe that. You didn’t want to fool yourself into thinking he cared about you but there was that nagging sliver of hope carving its way into your head, into your heart.

After a sleepless night and another terrifying day, you were no longer sure if you were more afraid of dying, running into the King of Spades, finding Chishiya or never seeing him again. It surprised you how high that last option ranked among your fears. That night you made up your mind, you would look for him, whatever happened from that point on might be out of your hands, but you had to do that, see him one more time. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to fall asleep. You would have to be very careful while you searched for him, who knew how long that would take.

As it turned out, finding Chishiya was not that hard. You had spent the night at the tallest building you could find and you had taken that chance to locate the blimps. You were not that great with directions but you forced yourself to pay attention and tried to map out where the face cards were. 

The King of Spades you knew to avoid, and you thought Chishiya wasn’t likely to play a Clubs or Spades game if he had a choice. He might join a Hearts game, but you wanted to try the Diamonds games first. You could see two of the Diamonds face cards, so you flipped an imaginary coin to choose between the Jack and Queen, those were closest to where you had been the previous day. ‘Let’s go see the Queen.’ 

Your instincts turned out to be right. You hadn’t taken two steps towards the registration table and there he was, different white jacket, same impassive expression. You gave him a curt nod, unsure of whether he would rather not have anyone else realize you two knew each other. He mouthed something in response: ‘Why?’ you just shrugged, whatever happened, at least you had seen him.

While you were waiting for registration to close, Chishiya went to stand beside you, speaking in a voice so low you could hardly hear him.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘What for?’ you muttered out of the corner of your mouth.

‘The Hearts game. Not about what I did, I really thought not pairing up was the best thing to do, but I could have told you.’

You nodded, at a loss for words now that you’d heard what he had to say.

‘Why are you here?’ Chishiya asked.

You leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. ‘I am the Queen of Diamonds.’

‘Ha ha.’ Chishiya was not amused.

‘I wanted to see you. I was afraid I would not get another chance, you know, with the King of Spades.’ You mimicked firing a gun.

‘What if there is only one winner in this game?’ There was a tense note in Chishiya’s question.

‘Then I hope it’s one of us, it’ll very likely be you.’

‘Registration hasn’t closed, there are no devices, you can still leave.’

‘You don’t think I can play this game?’

‘No, but like I said, I’d rather not play against you.’

‘Why?’

Chishiya opened his mouth to reply but the robotic voice interrupted him. ‘Registration is now closed.’

You shrugged. ‘It seems we’re playing.’

The metallic voice launched into explaining the rules of the game. You looked at the screens depicting the explanation trying to concentrate. The players stood around a table. Each player was given a set of beads, each bead had a different value and the point of the game was to move the beads across a board, capturing other player’s beads without losing your own. The tricky part was that everyone moved the beads at the same time and you had to keep track of all your beads while planning your next move. If a player ran out of beads they were eliminated. The game ended when the Queen was defeated or there were no players left. 

Even though you felt relieved when you heard there was a possibility that more than one player could survive, you could not say you were relaxed either, it would not be easy. You dug your nails into your palms. Games that required strategy, like chess or checkers, were not your favorites, they had never been your thing. The fact that a few other players looked more lost than you was a small comfort. You were starting to regret deciding to look for Chishiya, but you just had to see him, didn’t you? 

The game started. Your heart was beating so fast it was a miracle your hands were not shaking. You were thinking how best to move your beads but with 10 other players it was very difficult to plan. The Queen, a beautiful woman with long auburn hair, was ruthless. She seemed to single out the weakest players, by the fifth turn she had taken out two. Three movements later you were down to two beads, but somehow you recovered one, and then another on the next round. And it suddenly hit you: Chishiya was helping you, he was keeping track of your beads and his own. He kept stealing glances at your side of the board, on one round the distraction cost him a bead.

‘You can’t split yourself, you’re good but you can’t play for both of us,’ you muttered as you passed by him on your next turn to move your beads.

‘Then don’t throw the game,’ he muttered back.

Three more players were out. A feeling of hopelessness was overtaking you. The Queen was sure to notice you were struggling. During the next round, before The Queen moved against you, Chishiya attacked her squares and lost another bead as a result. He stood beside you to wait for his next turn.

‘Don’t you dare let me win,’ you hissed at him.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. ‘I think I know how we can win this game.’

‘How?’

‘Trust me. Follow my moves on the board. We’ll both make it out.’ He smirked. ‘Or we’ll both die here.’

‘Oh, that’s encouraging,’ you mumbled.

When it was your turn again, Chishiya mouthed one word: ‘Together.’

Together, you thought and nodded. Choosing to trust him, taking that blind leap of faith was hard. You understood you had to run a great risk, allowing yourself to become the bait to trap the Queen. It worked. You couldn’t quite believe it when the red laser appeared. The Queen was dead, you’d won.

‘Let’s go.’ Chishiya tilted his head towards the door.

Both of you walked outside without another word. You wanted to say something, like maybe why you had decided to look for him, or at the very least thank him for saving your life.

‘Thank you,’ he said, voicing your own thoughts.

‘What for?’

‘For trusting me.’

You nodded. ‘Thanks for not letting her kill me.’ That was good, you could have left it at that but you couldn’t stop yourself. ‘Was it hard for you to trust me, that I would do as you said? Is that why you didn’t do it at the Hearts game?’

Chishiya looked at you, his face unreadable. ‘I’m too used to being on my own, looking out for myself. It was strange, wanting to care for someone else. It felt out of character.’ The corner of his lips twitched. 

‘You should do it more, this out-of-character thing, it’s oddly fitting.’

‘It didn’t even work, I didn’t help you back then.’

‘I appreciate the intention, now that I know it was there.’ You smiled and then looked away before he could see your face going red.

The two of you walked in companionable silence for a while, it felt natural, it would have been better if you didn’t have to worry about who you might run into.

‘This looks like a good place,’ Chishiya said, stopping suddenly and pointing at a building.

‘A good place?’ you asked, taking in the view. The building looked like it could have been a nice apartment complex once, not quite luxurious but comfortable, but half the windows were broken and the front door looked like it might crumble at any minute. ‘Are you sure?’

‘It is less likely anyone will want to get in here.’

‘You’re right about that, I don’t want to go in there.’

Chishiya took your hand. ‘Come on.’ You sighed loudly but followed him inside.

The inside of the building was somewhat more inviting than the outside. You found some food that was still edible and barricaded yourselves in an apartment on the top floor. You sat cross-legged on the bed eating, talking. Well, you did most of the talking but if his smile was any indication, Chishiya wasn’t having a bad time.

‘...and that’s the last thing I remember before this place.’ You yawned. 

‘You’re tired, you should sleep.’ Chishiya observed.

You shook your head. ‘I just need to close my eyes for a minute.’ It was probably very late, it had been dark outside for a while; you’d used a flashlight but even it was going dimmer, its batteries running out. You didn’t want the night to end. In another life, in another universe maybe this could have been a date, and you could have said ‘good night’ without fear of what the next day would bring, here, it could be all you had. But just as you realized that, you also realized that trying to stay awake was no use, your eyes felt so heavy, you slid down the pillows and curled on your side. ‘I just wish the others are okay.’

‘They’re smart, they will be fine.’

The mattress dipped. You thought it must be Chishiya standing up, probably going to another room, but a second later you felt him lying down behind you, his arm around your waist, his chin resting somewhere above your head. He wasn’t exactly pressing himself against you, but you could still feel his warmth around you.

You could not suppress a giggle. ‘You don’t have to do this, you don’t like this.’

‘You do,’ he muttered. ‘And it’s not that bad.’

When you felt his breathing become deeper, more even, you whispered a question for which you didn’t expect a reply. ‘Does this mean you care?’

‘Maybe. But…’ Chisiya said in a sleepy voice, his arm tensing slightly around you. 

‘But what?’ The question almost choked you.

Chishiya took his time to reply. ‘What if I can’t care about you, love you, the way you want?’

‘Then do it your way.’

‘And if it’s not enough?’

‘Let me be the judge of that.’ You took his hand and locked your fingers with his. ‘Chishiya? Go to sleep.’

The following morning you woke up, wondering if those whispered words had been a dream. Chishiya’s lips on the back of your neck told you that if that was the case, the two of you had dreamed the same thing. You would have liked nothing more than to sleep in, but just because things between you were changing, your present situation was still very much uncertain, with every Face Card hiding a deadly game. You knew Chishiya wanted to keep playing, he was set on finding out as much as he could about the games, the people behind them, you wouldn’t try to stop him, but you couldn’t join him either. You understood what you had to do.

When Chishiya woke up the sun was already high but he still took his time to peel himself away from you, reminding you of a cat demanding attention. You turned around and kissed the tip of his nose, he pulled you closer and brushed his lips against yours, teasing you and then kissed you hungrily, his hands slipping under your tank top. The distant sound of a gunshot made both of you come to your senses. 

‘We should get going,’ Chishiya said, jumping out of bed. Other than an almost imperceptible hoarseness in his voice, he looked perfectly unaffected and as impassive as always. You could have rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny you were amused.

The day went by without you running into trouble, you were careful, keeping an eye out for desperate players (or worse, the King of Spades). Even if you couldn’t fully relax, the day hadn’t been that bad because you were together. You saw where you were headed, and you prepared yourself.

You saw the blimp: the Jack of Hearts. It was hovering above a high security prison. You could only imagine what that game would entail. You let go of Chishiya’s hand prompting him to turn towards you.

‘I can’t do this.’ You shook your head and took a step back.

‘I won’t betray you.’

‘What if they really make us kill each other this time?’ 

Chishiya looked from you to the entrance. ‘Let’s go, we can find another game.’

The moment had come, you took a deep breath. ‘No. I think it’s better if we don’t play together. You can do this, win this game. But I can’t play a game with you if I don’t know that both of us can make it out. I will go look for the others.’

‘What if you get lost? Or worse.’

‘I’ll find you, I promise.’ You stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips lightly. ‘You go show them.’

He nodded and walked away but turned around to face you just before going in, you winked at him and blew him a kiss. You stood outside the prison entrance until he disappeared inside.

Playing the Face Card games without Chishiya was easier in a way. Not because the games weren’t difficult, they were brutal, but at least you didn’t have to worry about him. Also, you were no longer alone. You’d found Ann and Kuina, and you felt a huge weight off your chest. Kuina and you had laughed and cried and laughed again.

‘Where were you? What happened to you?’ Kuina asked you, wiping a tear from her face. ‘I thought maybe… the King of Spades…’

You shook your head. ‘I was there, I saw you getting into the car—’

‘We barely got away, and then we beat the King of Clubs, which was insane but Arisu and Usagi were great… Wait, you saw me? You were there? Did you see Chishiya?’

‘I… yeah, I found him.’

‘Why is he not with you, is he alright?’ Kuina looked around as if you might be hiding Chishiya behind your back.

‘He went into a Hearts game, I—’ you shook your head, unable to say why you hadn’t stayed with him. ‘He was fine, I’m sure he’s fine,’ you said, trying to sound as reassuring as you could, for Kuina’s sake and your own. ‘I am very happy to see you, Kuina. And you, Ann.’

Ann nodded. ‘Let’s get some Face Cards then.’

You had no way of knowing, but you could tell that Chishiya had made it out of the Jack of Hearts game. You had a feeling he’d go for a Diamonds game next, you could only wish him luck. Meanwhile, Kuina, Ann and you made a very effective team. You were even starting to consider the possibility that you might have a chance to… what? Win? Go back to the real world? Well, something. That sliver of hope made you try your best, push yourself as far as you could go to help Ann and Kuina and win. It should have come as no surprise then that you got injured, what you found surprising was that it wasn’t more serious, just a broken arm.

Fortunately—or unfortunately—there were two Face Cards left, the King of Spades and the Queen of Hearts. But judging by the sound of gunshots approaching, it didn’t look like you’d get a chance to decide which one to play first. 

‘We need to stop the King of Spades,’ Ann said. You couldn’t agree more, but how?

While you were debating what to do, you ran into Arisu and Usagi, both of them looked shaken. ‘Niragi. He… he was shooting at us,’ Arisu explained. ‘He aimed at Usagi but Chishiya took the bullet and—’

‘What? Is he…’ you couldn’t bring yourself to say the word.

Usagi shook her head. ‘He’s alive, we left him back there, hidden behind a car.’ Usagi pointed to where they’d come from.

They were talking, planning how to take down the King of Spades, but you were no longer listening. You needed to find Chishiya, you would not forgive yourself if you didn’t; you had a broken arm anyway, you wouldn’t be of much help to Arisu and the others.

‘We could use this,’ Kuina was saying when you tuned back into the conversation. She took what appeared to be a soda can with wires out of her pocket. You couldn’t help but look in the direction Usagi had indicated. You hadn’t even noticed when Aguni and a girl carrying a bow had joined the group.

‘Go,’ Kuina said to you when the others were suggesting final details for the plan. ‘Make sure he’s fine, I’ll find you when this is done.’ You hugged her tight and ran towards him.

His white jacket was the first thing you spotted, a red stain all the more obvious in the light color.

‘Chishiya!’ You knelt by his side, careful not to move him. You wanted to throw your arms around him but in his condition, and with your broken arm, it was out of the question.

‘You found me.’

‘I said I would.’

‘Arisu and the others?’

‘They’re trying to stop that sociopath with the guns. Kuina had some sort of explosive device, your invention, I presume?’ you asked to keep him conscious, distracted from the pain.

He snorted and closed his eyes. You touched his cheek, brushing a strand of silver hair away from his face. ‘Don’t you dare. Either we both make it out or we both die here, right? Well, I’m not dying and neither are you.’

You could hear gunshots and indistinct yelling in the distance and you could not help tears running down your face. There was no way your friends were unharmed, but how bad was it? When you heard the explosion and saw the blimp burning down you felt little relief.

‘One card left,’ you muttered. But was there anyone left to play that game, whatever it was?

Night had fallen. You had fallen asleep at some point, some caretaker you were, you woke up with your head on Chishiya’s shoulder. Fireworks lit up the sky. Did that mean…?

The familiar robotic voice was asking the remaining players whether they would accept citizenship and remain in the Borderland. Chishiya and you looked at each other and nodded.

‘I want… to turn it down… I think,’ he said.

‘Me, too.’ A shiver ran down your spine. ‘Do you think we will go back to the real world?’ you asked Chishiya.

‘Maybe.’

‘If we go back…’

‘I’ll find you.’

He took your hand, and then everything turned black.

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