#and my depression is hitting me like a feckin train

[sga-owns-my-soul]

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[esprei]

As a long time submas fan, I fell out of pokemon when I went to college actually because I was just so busy with schoolwork- And then when Sw/Sh got announced and they eeby deebied like half the pokemon I really lost interest in the franchise outside of fan works and like. some of the merch I collect (plush dolls :) ) BUT I will tell you I was so confused when I saw Hisui Ingo on my insta dash one day and I was like huh that guy looks familiar and then I clicked on it and started scrolling and I looked it up and i'm like INGO??? MY BLORBO??? MENACING TRAIN CLOWN??? IS POPULAR???? AND HE'S DEPRESSED WHO DID THIS WHO GREENLIT THIS WHO SAID "YEA MAKE HIM SUFFER-" and the angst hit feckin hard I ended up buying PLA because I was so curious and then just like. stared at a wall for ten minutes after the part where he takes you through a cave I was so sad-

I also ended up getting my sister to become a submas fan as well tho so at least now I have someone to share my hyperfixation with- But yea my other friends who liked the twins from B/W Are just like "the angst? We do not see it. Ingo is still happy with Emmet driving trains around so help me Arceus :)"

omg wow i can only imagine how hard those lines he said about chandelure and emmet hit i go back and watch that part now and while i don't think it has quite the same effect on me because i've only known about him for a few months it still hurts 😭

and yeah i don't blame your friends alkdsjflsjkf if i were them i'd probably say that too 🥲

[psychic-timetraveler]

Have some angst and some found family fluff!.

Charlie and Brad get into some shenanigans that leaves Rose a bit unnerved. Not to fear, work dad is here to calm her down! 

Rated T for swearing. Word count: 2819

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“So, weren’t you and Slater going to another universe for a concert?” Q asked finally.

They were officially off for the remainder of the cycle which meant casual conversation. Q was always intrigued with the stupid shit that his tiny partner and her tall best friend did when their schedules finally lined up when they could actually hang out. Most of the time between them it was just passing high fives or quick hugs, maybe even the occasional teddybear when one of them had a long day.

“Yeah.” Rose smiled. “He said he might be a bit late, something about meeting with Charlie first.”

Q shook his head. “Of course Charlie’s involved.”

“Eh,” she shrugged, “they have fun together.”

Q was about to ask another question before the two saw a flash of orange and black run by. Their resident lanky Irishman was running through the main section of HQ towards the transportation room. He half ran into the two, only stopping to turn and apologize.

Doug’s eyes widened. “Oh god. You two are back.”

Both partners gave the ginger a strange look. Q was the one who spoke for the two of them. “Yeah. Doug, what’s going on?”

“You,” he pointed to Rose, “you shouldn’t be here right now.” He finally turned to Q with pleading eyes. “Please.”

“Doug, what the hell is going on?” Q asked, getting worried. Something was wrong.

“I... I have to go. Please, just do it. It’s for the best.” Doug turned and ran back towards the teleportation room.

Bewildered and confused as all hell, Rose looked up to Q. He had nothing to say in response to that encounter. Something wasn’t sitting right with him and he just wanted to do as he was warned.

Q went to lead her away to abide by the cryptic warnings when there was a bit of commotion coming from the teleportation room. With another quick facial conversation between the two, they began to walk towards the commotion, instead of away.

They had seen their tall ginger friend and his shorter tattooed boyfriend holding up their much taller friend. Charlie looked like he was just hit by a train, caked blood under his nose with cuts and bruises all over his face and arms and more than likely all over his body. Between the two, barely staying upright and conscious, was Brad. The two other men were attempting to make their way towards the infirmary.

Almost immediately, Q understood what the warning was. Rose could feel herself to shut down emotionally to the point where she instinctively grabbed onto Q standing next to her.

“Brad...” She whispered, afraid to make any more noises.

Q put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. “Come on...” He tried to coax her away. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend being half drug down towards the infirmary. It was time to break out the big guns, which just meant Q had to use his calming dad voice. “Come on, sweetie, let’s go.”

She didn’t make any movements when he attempted to move her again. This poor girl was traumatized in her tracks. He took a deep breath to calm himself down to calm her down then. The big guns were out and he would be damned if dad mode wasn’t going to work.

He stepped in front of her and bent down to look her in the eyes. “Sweetie, come on. Let’s go, it’ll be okay.”

Something in his soothing Australian voice brought her out of it and finally focused on her work dad. He was here, someone was here that cared. Her nerves were completely shot and she needed a rock to help her. Somehow, she found another rock.

He kept looking into her eyes to make sure she came back from wherever her mind went. Finally, she nodded. With a sigh of relief, he nodded, “good, good.”

She wasn’t there anymore, but more compliant and realizing of her surroundings now. Q was now in dad mode and didn’t care who saw the most dangerous man of Sector A being a soft dad to his emotionally distraught kid. This was his kid that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to, physically or emotionally.

“Come on, kiddo.” He stood up and tried to move her again. With both hands comfortingly on her shoulders, he managed to pull her away from her spot and towards the bunks. She needed to be in a secluded environment to cry if she needed to be while an answer was found.

On the way to her room, Miss Blake had begun to pass them. She took one look at Rose’s expressionless face and turned to Q. The way he was holding her close to him was surprising to her, but curious.

Once closer, she opened her mouth to ask what was going on and he shook his head subtly. He didn’t want to cause any alarm to Rose if she could see anything besides what was directly in front of her. Instead of an answer, he mouthed ‘I’ll tell you later’. With that, she nodded and continued on her way.

Q knew the way to her room like the back of his hand, seeing how she inherited his old room when he moved in with Miss B after Rose and Brad became full time. He opened the door and ushered her in. He did like what she did to redecorate. Normally he was a plain and boring kinda guy, but she made her own adjustments to an already simple layout she decided to keep.

He sat her on the bed and knelt down in front of her. The second she was in a seated position she pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly.

“You here, kiddo?” He asked, still trying to stay as calm as possible.

“It’s never been this way around.” She finally spoke after minutes of silence.

“What hasn’t?” Dad mode was still on full blast and he wasn’t going to leave until she told him to. Until then, he was going to get information out of her to ease her pain as much as he could. “Talk to me.”

Desperately, she was trying to keep herself calm but starting to fail miserably. “He’s always been there for me, managing to stay calm and collected and just my rock for literally everything. He doesn’t get into anything dangerous, or at least to the point of serious injury. That’s not like him. I’m not okay… I can’t loose him, Q.” She tried to blink away the tears that threatened to fall. No. She was not going to cry in front of him. No. No. No. “He’s my best friend, my brother, he means everything to me. I cannot lose him.”

No matter how much she told herself she wasn’t going to cry in front of Q, she was going to break that promise. Without even thinking, she dropped her feet to the floor and threw herself at Q, wrapping her arms around him for some form of comfort in the form of a hug.

He was taken aback at her actions. This was the first time she actually showed him any sort of physical bonding that wasn’t grabbing onto his arm or shoving him. It was progress, but not in the sort of way that Q was hoping for. In no way shape or form was this an ideal team building exercise.

It didn’t matter, he returned her hug. He was dad now and he wasn’t letting go until his kid pulled back first. Occasionally he would smooth down her hair in an attempt to calm her down. By this point, it was moot. She would just cry it out or force herself to stop at some point.

From what he could tell, she was pushing herself off of him in an attempt to stop herself. She wiped her cheeks of tears that lingered. “Sorry.”

He shook his head. “No, no, don’t be sorry, sweetie.” He moved from kneeling to sit next to her on the bed. The second he sat down, she thumped her head on his arm. It took a lot to break this man, but seeing his kiddo distraught like this completely ruined him emotionally. He knew what this girl went through and promised never to let anything like that happen to her again. Here he was, breaking that promise because he didn’t listen to Doug.

Doug! He had to know what was going on! Problem was now, he didn’t want to leave his kiddo alone unless she wanted to be alone. “Do…” he was going to try, “do you want to be left alone for a bit? I’ll go find out what’s going on, if you want?”

She nodded against his arm. “Yeah.”

“You going to be okay for a bit?” He asked carefully.

Another nod. “Yeah.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back in a little bit, okay?”

“Okay.”

She got off of him and ended up just flopping down on the other part of her bed like a sack of potatoes. He stood up and refused to look at her depressed form. Dad mode was still on full blast and he needed to find out what was going on.

He left her room and half ran down to the infirmary. Douglass Turley was going to have a lot of explaining to do. A lot.

It did not take long to find a well dressed ginger in the infirmary. Doug could just sense the well built Australian man heading towards him and he braced himself for an attack. That didn’t come, thankfully.

“What the hell is going on?” He asked instead, his accent was really showing through.

Doug sighed. Great, he was pissed. “Q, listen-“

“What’s going on?” He asked more forcefully.

With an eye roll, he shoved Q into the closest wall. “I told ya to listen, ya stupid gobeshite!” Now Doug’s equally as strong Irish accent was poking it’s ugly red head out. “I feckin’ told ya!”

This was not the time to start a fist fight in the middle of the hallway. Knowing their lucks, Miss Blake would be walking through and yell at the two of them for acting like children. Instead of that, Q pushed Doug off of him.

“Look here, fuckwit,” now he was in Australian Dad mode, “my kiddo is in her room completely devo over what’s going on and that is defo not okay with me. What the fuck is going on here?”

“Relax,” Doug tried to calm him down now, “I can’t understand you when you’re accent is like that.”

Q gave him a look that seemed to say ‘I’m going to stab you with one of your own creations you fucking asshole’. “Don’t go there.” His accent stepped back a little bit.

“They’re both okay.” Doug started. “Little banged up but they’re okay. Probably a cycle or two in the infirmary before they’re set free, no harm done.”

“That doesn’t answer what happened.” He crossed his arms.

“They lost a fight to a cryptid.” Q rolled his eyes and laughed out loud at how stupid that sounded. “Look, I don’t know okay. I know those two go cryptid hunting frequently. Usually it’s just Charlie who does the fighting but something went wrong and Brad got involved or too close. My love is a genius who can be incredibly daft.” He let out a sigh. “How’s Rose?”

Mentioning his kid, he somehow relaxed a bit. “I’ve never seen her like that before, Doug. Her face, how upset she got, it just broke my heart. She’s just worried about him.”

“You can let her know that he’s okay and wants to see her. Probably to calm her down.”

He nodded. “Might be wise to keep Charlie away from her. Something’s telling me she’ll want to rip his head off for getting her best friend into dangerous situations.”

“Can do.”

The mission was a success, he got the information he needed to report back to his distraught daughter.

When he got back to his kiddo, she hadn’t moved since he left. She was still flopped over on the side of her bed in the fetal position, sniffling a bit as she shoved her face into her pillow. He knelt down in front of her face in an attempt to get her to focus in reality again.

“Hey, kiddo. Doing okay?” He asked, his accent was still strong from his full blown argument with Doug. It would take a few minutes to completely go away.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Brad’s okay.” He felt like that was a good place to start. Hell, he wasn’t able to get any other words out before she shot upright and half jumped out of her bed towards the door. “Infirmary, look for Doug and he’ll guide you.”

She half listened to him as she was running out of the door and towards the infirmary. He sighed and stood up. His work was completed. Now he could go and actually attempted to relax before work again in another cycle or two. Whenever his watch paged him really.

He had made it halfway down to his shared room with Miss Blake when his lovely girlfriend stopped him. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was waiting for an explanation about earlier. With an eyebrow arch, he began his story.

“Everything’s fine. Charlie’s an idiot-“

She cut him off. “I know that. Is Rose-“

Payback was a bitch, Q then cut her off. “She’s fine now it seems. Once she’s with Brad again she’ll be fine.”

She put a hand on his arm. “I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“I’ve never seen her like that before.” He answered. “Mel, it broke my heart seeing her so upset, I had to do something.”

Miss Blake kissed him gently on the mouth. “You’re a good man, whether anyone else sees it or not.”

“Thanks, Mel.” He smiled softy to her.

Rose had found the ginger man she was looking for. Mostly out of breath, she began to wave her arms around in an attempt to ask where her best friend was and if he was okay. Normally she was a better runner, but under these circumstances it was a different story.

“Brad’s fine, just a bit banged up.” Doug pointed to the door next to the one he was standing in front of. “He’s in there if you-“

She didn’t thank him or anything, just burst through the door. If she were going any faster, she could’ve easily taken the hinges off the frame. Doug just watched her rush into her best friend’s temporary room.

“You’re welcome.” Doug sassed to no one. He couldn’t be mad at her though. If he were in her shoes, he’d be equally as scared and worried.

Brad looked up from the hospital bed to his tiny best friend. It had been a long time since he saw her cry but could tell when she had been. Her eyes were puffy and cheeks were still red. Like usual, he decided it would be best to crack some jokes to lighten the mood.

“Isn’t this usually the other way around?” He laughed.

“Not funny.” She gave him a look.

“I’m trying to lighten the mood here, Ro.”

She sighed. “I know,” she then gave him a smirk, “you’re just not that funny.”

He shook his head in disbelief, unable to shake away with smile. “Jerk.”

The mood was a hundred times better. Finally able to relax, she made her way in and sat down on the edge of the bed. He shoved her shoulder a bit to make her smile. It worked. Q was good at keeping her calm but Brad will always be able to make her smile.

“You field agents aren’t the only ones who can get battle scars.” He smiled. “Who else can say that he got his ass handed to him by Bigfoot?”

“I ought to smother you with a pillow for that last comment.” She groaned. “Promise not to fucking scare me like that again, my god dude.”

“Promise.” He sighed. “Besides, I doubt Miss Blake is going to have me anywhere near Charlie for a while after this whole ordeal.”

“Probably not. Less likely chance of me going into cardiac arrest at twenty three.”

He grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry for scaring the shit out of you.”

She squeezed it gently. “You’re okay, that’s all I care about.”

Another smile snaked onto his face. “Consider this payback then.”

“Dick.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Whore.” “Prick.”

Thus led the two into their favorite song. Brad was going to be just fine, probably just a bit more of a pain in the ass from his Bigfoot battle scars.