#back to the animation mines. I'll be normal one of these days

[spicyyy-muffin]

Times being Soap's sister was not the most ideal while being Ghost's girlfriend AND being in 141.

Warnings: FLUFF, suggestive, smut,

Ghost (Simon Riley) x f!reader

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"Ghost-"

"One minute baby."

Ghost pressed his lips against mine in a rushed manner, both hands covering my cheeks, sliding into my hair and pulling.

A starved man who couldn't get enough, it was difficult enough to find a good time to sneak around.

His lips slid down my neck pressing warm wet kisses in his wake.

"Soaps gonna be here any minute!" I whisper shouted at the man holding me hostage against the door of his shared bunk.

He groaned, "Please don't mention your brother's name when my third leg is pressed against your stomach."

I laughed softly until his soft lips slid back up to mine his tongue sliding.

Being apart of 141 as a woman had its own... interesting battles. Being Soap's sister? AND being in a secret relationship with Ghost? I had a major death wish.

The pounding vibration of a fist hit the door my head rested on.

"Ghost! I needa piss!"

"Fuck's sake-"

Pulling me away with a vice grip, his other hand the only thing keeping the door shut.

"One second mate! Getting dressed-"

I stumbled over my feet trying to find a place to hide. Bathroom too small. Closet didn't even have a door.

I slid under the bunk moments before my brother blasted through the door.

I could see Ghost awkwardly rearranging his pants while I stiffed a laugh.

Soap seemed to notice the same as he snorted, "Sorry mate give me a second and I'll leave ya t'a nice old wank."

Ghost groaned falling back on the bed.

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Group dinner was even worse.

The bars were loud, everyone was fucking loud. Everyone was moving, their favorite teams on the tvs above us.

Soap was the loudest one, spilling his drink with animated gestures, everytime his team scored. Laughing so hard his eyes watered, and continuously nudging the poor bloke next to him.

Ghost, unfortunately, decided it would be a good idea to sit next to me. And if the distance between us wasn't hard enough to ignore his abnormally large hand sliding up my thigh was even worse. I took a glance over to him to see the third pint he was sporting tonight. Three pints didn't do much for a big guy like him, but he definitely wouldn't be doing something like this with a clear mind.

But I did have a few drinks, my body's normal temperature was a couple degrees hotter. And glancing down at the veins running through his fingers did not help the heat I felt rushing down to my undies.

The same hands that brought me so much pleasure every night, the same hands that murdered men without thinking twice, and the same ones that were gentle wiping my tears when I came to him upset.

I looked around the table to see everyone throughly distracted I'm not sure Johnny would even remember this tomorrow. Ghost certainly would based on the glazed over amused look I could see even with his mask on.

But his body heat was oh so delicious, his height was so much bigger than mine and I was struggling to keep my thoughts tame.

But the second he bent down, mouth covering my ear, my mind seemed to forget my brother was right across from us.

"Sum botherin u pet?"

But knowing he was getting off on sexually frustrating me was enough to quip back.

"Mmm feelin good, how about you baby?"

Ghosts hand tightened slightly because he was a lot of things and being possessive was at the top of that list. He prayed for the day other men could watch while he slipped his hand over the curve of your ass. Sending death looks to anyone who thought it was smart to stare a little too long.

"Oi LT! Get ur grimy paws off my sister yeah?" Johnny's deep furrow in his brow seemed serious, but the stupid smirk he was spitting was nothing but that, stupid.

"Whatever Soap."

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And I'm not sure when Soap found out, but the way he let you know might have been the most HUMILIATING thing ever.

I feel like it would happen where Soap happens to burst into your bunk one day and found you perched on Ghost's thigh's in the middle of a makeout sesh and in the moment hes so fucking pissed he leaves in a rush slamming the door behind him.

And your all panicked for the rest of the day when you can't find him, but when Ghost finally goes to train with him Soap punches him square in the jaw. "Take of her LT, will ya?"

[dragondawdles]

art's going great

[thinkinonsense]

THE BOY IS MINE✮

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

C/W: cursing, obsessive behavior, and slightly sexual content (mostly flirty behavior except at the end)

Word Count: 980

A/N: this is inspired by the song and video for the boy is mine by ariana grande. kinda just wanted to write about someone being obsessive and crazy. if you haven't seen the music video, I would suggest it. it's pretty short so I hope you enjoy <3

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Missions weren't always as exciting as they might seem; bosses were demanding and cruel. The danger was inevitable but you needed to eat so there wasn't much of a choice in finding other work. This would have to do for now but sometimes a girl needs to create her own excitement in life.

Which is exactly what you did when you met the Wolverine.

It was a quick first impression but God, it was one to remember. You were sent to settle a deal with a couple men upstate when a strange man pins you to a wall in the hallway; pressing his hips to the front of your black skirt and a hand over your mouth. He smelled of cigar smoke, wood, and mint. Without hesitation, you sink your teeth into the meat of his flesh until he moves it.

"Who the hell are you..?" You hiss.

"Stay here." He ordered.

The man walks away; metal claws shoot out of his hands as he attacks the businessmen at the table. You had never been so furious. The last thing you needed was for some stranger to come and take your credit. This was your job; not his.

Despite being livid with the stranger, you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. The man sunk his claws in all their guts; you watched them fall one by one until only the two of you were left in the warehouse. Once you snapped out of his trance, you swiftly reached across the table for the paperwork. His hand lands on top of your latex glove, stopping you.

"I can't let you take that, princess." He says.

"I don't take orders from animals." You put on your best fake smile.

"Really? Because it looks like you did just a couple of minutes ago."

He had you there.

You notice a pair of dog tags dangling against his chest. One of your hands grabs them, pulling him to you. The side shown to you says, Logan while the other says, Wolverine.

Cute name.

Over his shoulders, you saw more men running in. A pleasing smirk spread across your face, leading him to turn around and see what you were smiling at.

"Since you handled that last group so well all by yourself," You swiftly knock him down with a heel to his chest, catching him off guard. "I'll let you take the next ones too, Wolvie."

Just as the men entered, you snatched the paperwork and booked it out the window to return it to your boss.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It had been months and still no run-ins with Wolverine. It was beginning to drive you insane; flashbacks of him pushing you up against the wall with his hand over your mouth replayed in your mind almost every chance it could. Your days were spent sketching pictures of him so you wouldn't forget his face or searching for him.

It felt sickening how much you needed to see him again. Your apartment was decorated with sketches of him. He took up every inch of space in your head. This wasn't like you. Normally, you don't entertain the men you encounter but something about the Wolverine was intoxicating. This wasn't some schoolgirl crush. This was a full-on obsession, and you knew it.

The only thing you could do was make him just as obsessed as you were; making him yours.

It took weeks but you finally managed to create your potion for the Wolverine. Now, all you had to do was find him. You asked around to see who he works for and it didn't take long until the name Charles Xavier appeared. Before you knew it, you were back in your latex apparel and standing on the roof of the mansion. The potion was strapped to your belt as you crawled down the brick walls and into his bedroom window.

Almost everyone was out on a mission that evening except for Logan and a handful of students downstairs. You knew if you came any other day, Xavier would have seen you coming and you couldn't have risked that happening.

It was late, midnight by the time he came upstairs. You sat on his bed, waiting perfectly for him. The second you heard his heavy footsteps, your heart almost pounded out of your chest at the thrill.

When the bedroom door opens you are greeted with the scene of the man of your dreams in a white tank top, blue jeans, and a beer in his hand. Instead of running like you assumed he would, Logan stands still with a smirk on his face.

"Didn't think I would see you again," Logan said. He wasn't moving as fast as you would like him to, so you used your whip to bring him closer until he's knees hit the front of the bed.

"It's simply meant to be, Wolvie."

Quickly, you pull the red potion from your belt and pop the lid open. One hand snakes its way up to his jaw, holding him still while the other moves closer to pour. He stops you by pulling off your lacey black mask, finally revealing all of your pretty face to him.

Logan knew exactly who you were. He had been looking for you too; searching every abandoned warehouse and sketchy alley in town. No one knew your name so he thought it was a lost cause and tried to move on. He should've known that you would show up at some point for him again.

Honestly, Logan thought it was cute that you brought some sort of love potion. Little did you know, you had been haunting his mind ever since that night. He wasted no time in smacking the potion out of your hands; laying you back and inching closer until his lips ghosted over your throat.

"I don't need a damn potion."

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

idea.. Yandere! tfa! Blitzwing x autobot! y/n who is energetic and transforms into a tank (and is also significantly smaller than him) ... Haven't seen a lot of Yandere Blitzwing and thats make me sad bc he's my pookie...

Oooh! I'm once again poiting out to have a lil bit patience with me cuz I've never seen TF Animated - I'll do my best to give the best accurate writing of the characters, specially someone like Blitzwing!!

(❁´◡`❁) Hope you like it!

(TFA) Yandere!Blitzwing w/ energetic Autobot!S/O (Headcanons)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, yandere has multiple personalities (canon), enemies-to-lover (unilateral). Reader is Gender neutral, Reader is Cybertronian with an established alt mode (a tank) and established height (smaller than Blitzwing, 1 inch taller than Bumblebee)

Oh Primus - where to start? Blitzwing is such a special case, and, in my point of view, one of the most complex yanderes in my vision of TFA.

You don't have 1, or 2, but 3 whole yanderes coexisting in the same frame. And they all like you - very, very much.

Icy Blitzwing is a manipulative, obsessive yandere.

Hothead Blitzwing is a possessive, overprotective yandere.

Random Blitzwing is a delusional, hysteric yandere.

And such traits become 10 times worse with the fact that you were an autobot - the supposed enemy he is tasked to destroy if the chance is placed on the table.

Weren't you just the sweetest, most beautiful pain in the aft for Blitzwing? Even when you were smaller (barely beating Bumblebee for 1 single inch in height), you were such a ball of energy and a menace in your tank alt mode whenever you were fighting decepticons.

In the beginning Blitzwing would have hated you.

You always got away with the trouble you give to the Decepticons whenever they clash and battle with the Autobots - and in the beginning, Blitzwing thought he hated you just in a normal amount. The typical "oh they defeated me and my faction!" hate.

But whenever he saw you be all buddy-buddy with any of your autobot teammates... something inside of him wanted to become violent.

More than usual.

And it bothered him for so many days - whenever your image came to his mind he would become more irritable in his Icy personality, more aggressive in his Hothead personality, and... eerily silent in his Random personality.

It was in one fight between him and you that he finally understood everything. Why his feelings towards you felt too strong for his liking.

He didn't hate you. He loved you.

"C'mon, decepticreep! Thought you were one to actually put on a fight!" You shout, giggling as you change from your tank mode, smirking at how bewildered Blitzwing was, as you were ready to throw another kick and punch.

You were awaiting for an explosive outburst from his Hothead personality, or watch his Icy personality lose his coolness - heck, even to see his Random personality start to laugh or something.

Instead... you were met with his three faces switching, all of them smiling as if he had found the answer to every single question in the whole universe.

"Ze name iz Blitzwing..." He started, Icy. "And you are..." He continued, Hothead. "MINE!!!" He finished, his Random persona switching his faceplate and jumping towards you, trying to tackle you.

Thanks to Primus, you got to escape that day and go back to your safe place in the Autobot's base, but from that day one, the decepticon became way more unhinged than he was already.

And he would get worse if he got to see you again.

His switching personalities became more erratic, and yet somehow worked perfectly.

His Icy personality would make him extra dangerous with his tactics and taking-decisions ability. He had from time to time managed to get you away from your team in battles and nearly got his servos all over you. Like he always had the upper hand and manipulated the whole situation in the end, as if a cat and mouse play.

His Hothead personality would became a beast, getting everything and anyone out of the way with such a fierce force that it was nearly unstoppable as he would try to get to you - a couple of times he had got to immobilize you if it wan'st thanks to one of your teammates helping you get out of that situation. Always threatening to get you next time and shout a couple of death promises to anyone who saved you.

His Random personality would drain you emotionally - between trying to save your aft by fighting or trying to escape him, Blitzwing would say dark, lovesick promises, what he would do to anybot that got to place their servos on you and so on, laughing hysterically. It made you feel sick and actually be afraid of the decepticon.

"My love! My sweetspark - soon you'll see the truth, and you'll be mine!"

Optimus and the others are so concern, having witnessed too many times how obsessed the decepticon has become towards you.

They can't keep you inside of the base, they need you out helping and you have put down the idea of staying back.

But Blitzwing is counting the kliks, keeping an optic on everything and you, calculating, thinking, waiting for that little window of opportunity to snatch you away, for the day your luck runs out and you finally end up in his arms.

Oh, to hold your smaller frame with his servos, to kiss you, to feel your plates with his digits, to have his spark bond with yours - it is going to be perfect!

Ngl, I like how this one turned out! (*^▽^*) Vhaos out!

[fairyysoup]

the devil i know

♫ series playlist ♫ series tag

pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire... and the demon's.

In which the reader makes a pact with Eddie, a crossroads demon, for power and protection. He takes it a little too seriously.

cw: explicit, smut, dubcon elements, monsterfucking!!, making a deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, way more plot than you'd expect, sacrilegious themes, horror, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, coercion (a bit), sex pact, marking, possessive behavior, demonic possession, murder, there are MANY minor character deaths, animal death, trauma, depictions of physical and emotional abuse, graphic depictions of violence, bullying/harassment, reader is ostracized by her very religious hometown, dark comedy, tfw your accidental boyfriend is a demon who is obsessed with you bc he doesn't know how to be normal about anything ever, dead dove: do not eat

please check individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

CHAPTER ONE: GOD YOU'VE GOT THE BLACKEST EYES

CHAPTER TWO: LOOK HERE ALL YOU WANT

CHAPTER THREE: I SMOKE OUT YOUR DARKEST SIDE

CHAPTER FOUR: CAN'T TURN WATER INTO WINE NEVER ASKED YOU TO

CHAPTER FIVE: SO IS IT YOUR PLACE OR MINE

CHAPTER SIX: I DON'T NEED TO FEEL THE SUN, LET ME TOUCH YOUR SKIN

CHAPTER SEVEN: FILL MY MIND WITH DIRTINESS, I'LL INVADE YOUR DREAMS

CHAPTER EIGHT: BACK IN HELL AT LEAST IT'S COMFORTABLE

CHAPTER NINE: NEED YOUR BODY WHEN MY FIRE'S COLD

CHAPTER TEN: I'M GONNA STAY FAITHFUL TO THE DEVIL I KNOW

[canirove]

Canary boy | Chapter 1

Summary: Most stories tell you about a normal girl who falls in love with a famous football player. But what if things were the other way around? What if she was the famous football player, and he was just a normal guy? 

Author’s note: I'm back with another Pedri story! 💃🏼 This one has been sitting on my drafts for a while because I wasn't too sure about part of the plot, but after giving it another read, it is finally ready to see the light 😁 I was in the mood to write something simple and just nice to read that, for example, had the same vibes as "Red and blue". A happy story with just some ups and downs and not big dramas. But I don't know if I managed to do it, you can let me know as you read it😅 Unless I'm forgetting someone, except for Fer (Pedri's brother) and Aitana, all the characters are made up and named after people I know in real life or that I follow on social media, so if there happens to be someone somehow related to Pedri in real life with that name, it is just a coincidence. Also the title is like a play on words because in Spanish you use the same word (canario) to talk about a man from the Canary Islands and the animal. I hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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“Inés, can I use your phone to call my mum? Mine has run out of battery.”

“Again?” I chuckle, passing it to Carla.

“Yeah… I think I need a new one” she says while typing. “Wait, who is this Pedri you are getting notifications from?”

“What?”

“I just saw an Instagram notification saying that someone called Pedri has posted on his stories.”

“He's no one” I quickly say. “Aren't you going to call your mum? You know she starts getting worried if you don't do it right after a game.”

“She can wait. I, on the other hand, can’t. Who is this guy?” she smirks.

“Carla, stop it” I say, trying to retrieve my phone.

“You are blushing, Inés.”

“I'm not.”

“Yes, you are” she says, still smirking. “Let's see what he has posted, shall we?”

“Carla…”

“He is wishing happy birthday to one of his friends. Or his brother, you don’t know these days since they all call that to each other. But which one is he, the blonde or the brunette one?”

“Brunette. Now give me that” I say, trying to get my phone from her once again and only managing to hit myself with my bus seat. 

“He's cute. Is he someone random you liked or do you know each other?”

“He's a classmate.”

“Uuuh!”

“Carla, lower down your voice!” one of our teammates says from the other side of the bus.

“Sorry!” she replies. “I may have to join you in some of your classes if the guys are this cute.”

“They aren't. Now give me my phone.”

“Does he follow you back?”

“Yes.”

“Does he also like all your photos like you do? Like, wow, Inés” she chuckles. “You do fancy him.”

“I don't, Carla. Now either call your mum, or give me my phone back. I want to take a nap before we make it home.”

“And dream about Pedri?” she teases me while still scrolling on my phone. 

“Carla!” 

“Silence!” another of our teammates says.

“Carla… please” I repeat, this time lower.

“Ok, ok. I'll call my… No!” she gasps. Loudly.

“Girls, I don't know what you are doing over there, but please lower down your voice” Aitana says from the seat behind us. “It's been a tough game and some of us want to sleep.”

“It won't happen again, I promise” Carla says, turning to look at her with her best smile. “But you need to explain to me why the fuck do you fancy a guy who has a girlfriend” she whispers.

“I don't fancy him” I insist.

“Then why do you have his notifications turned on and have liked all his photos, this one wishing his girlfriend a happy anniversary included?”

“Because…” I say, biting my lip.

“Because you fancy him, you idiot” she says, hitting my arm. “Inés, why would you do something like this to yourself?”

“It's just a crush, Carla. Nothing else.”

“It better, because if you are wasting your time with a guy who is taken…”

“I'm not. Now call your mum or give me my phone back.”

“Fine. I'll call her” she says, giving me one last look before closing Instagram and finally calling her mum, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Thoughts about how she is right. About how I do fancy a guy who is taken, and about how I've done it for the past three years. 

When I finished high school my career as a football player hadn't taken off yet, I was still playing for Barça B. And since I didn't know if I would ever make it to the first team or for how long I could live off football, I decided to start studying journalism and have other options for my future. 

It had been during my first day at uni, that I had met Pedri. Not Pedro, no. Pedri (though legally he is called Pedro).

He was sitting a few seats to my right, his Canarian accent making him be the centre of attention while he talked with some of our classmates about the differences between Barcelona and Tenerife, his hometown. And even though back then he looked like a baby since he still hadn't grown a beard, you couldn't deny that he was handsome. If you ask me, he had and still has one of the most perfect side profiles I have ever seen. And his lips… Dear lord. If you Google kissable lips, you will definitely find his photo.

During those first weeks one of our teachers decided to make different work groups so we could get to know each other a bit more, and yes, you've guessed it. Pedri and I were part of the same one. That was how we ended up following each other on Instagram, because we had made a group chat so we all could talk and work on the different assignments. 

At first we didn't say much to each other, I was too shy. I just basically stared at him and giggled like an idiot when he said something funny. But then I made my debut with Barça's first team, and he talked to me. Like, alone, not with our other classmates present.

I still remember the way my heart started beating when he called my name after class and congratulated me, the big smile on his face, and how honestly happy he seemed to be for me. I'm pretty sure that was the moment when I realized that I actually liked him. That I fancied him. And then when we kept talking just the two of us between classes… Well, you can imagine. I was on cloud nine. A cloud that hit the floor and broke into a million pieces when a couple of months later at one of our classmates’ birthday party, I saw him making out with his now girlfriend, making me feel like the biggest idiot ever. 

He had been friendly with me because that was who he was, because he liked meeting new people and getting to know them. But since I am simply stupid, I had thought that he was doing it because he also liked me, because he fancied me. 

After that I started to attend my classes less often and to do most things online because I became part of the first team and didn't have much free time, which led us to stop talking the way we had been. But because like I said, I am simply stupid, I kept liking his posts on Instagram as if nothing had happened. The crush was still there and it wasn't going anywhere. It probably only grew as time passed and he started to look more and more handsome. Which is how I ended up turning on the notifications for his posts. Because I don't want to miss seeing his pretty face since now we only cross paths if I am lucky and can attend some of the most important classes, if we are meeting with the friends we have in common, or during exams season. 

“Inés… Inés!” Carla says, snapping her fingers in front of my face. “Did you fall asleep with your eyes open?”

“What?”

“I was telling you that I was done with my call” she says, giving me my phone back.

“Oh, yes, sorry. I guess I do need that nap” I chuckle.

“Yeah… Now you nap, and tomorrow we go out.”

“Out? Where?”

“Partying, of course” Carla smiles. “We have a couple of days off, which means that we can go out at night and find you a man who isn't taken.”

“Carla…” I sigh.

“No, I'm sorry. It's been decided. We are going out tomorrow, and you aren't going home until you've made out with someone. And hopefully someone blonde and with blue eyes so you won't think you are kissing your classmate. This is operation forget about Pedri.”

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“So you play football for a living?”

“Yep.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Nah, you are messing with me” the guy I'm talking to laughs. “Like, girls who like or play football are either tomboys or lesbians. Or both. Are you a lesbian?”

“What?” I say, almost choking with my drink.

“You definitely don't look like a tomboy, you are hot. So are you a lesbian?”

“I'm straight.”

“Then you definitely are messing with me” he laughs. 

“I… I'm going to the bathroom. Can you hold this for me?” I say, giving him what is left of my drink. 

“Yes, sure. I'll wait for you here” he smiles.

“Umm… yes” I say, turning my back to him and starting to look for Carla among the crowd. Why did I let her take me out tonight? All the guys she's introduced me to and that I've talked with have been so… so… Brainless. I'm pretty sure that if we put them all together, they wouldn't make a brain cell. 

“Carla!” I call when I see her chatting and laughing with a random guy. How does she do it? How is she able to act so natural around men? “Carla, hey!” I wave. But I do it without looking around me, and I end up hitting someone in the head. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry!”

“Don't worry, it's… Inés!”

“Pedri?” I say when the owner of the head I just hit turns around. 

“I didn't expect to see you here!” he smiles.

“Me neither” I reply with a nervous laugh, trying not to stare at him like an idiot. He looks so good tonight.

“Inés, what happened with… you!” Carla says, joining us and pointing at Pedri.

“Me?” he chuckles.

“I know you!”

“Carla, I'm going home” I quickly say before he starts asking uncomfortable questions.

“Already?” she and Pedri say at the same time.

“I'm not used to going out until this late, I'm tired.”

“Oh, c'mon, Inés” Carla pouts. “We just arrived!”

Which is a lie. We've been at this club for the two longest hours of my life.

“I'm sorry.”

“But…”

“Pedri, your… you!” a guy that looks pretty familiar says, now pointing at me. “I know you! You are Inés, Barça's centre-back!”

“I… yes?”

“It's her!” he says, looking at Pedri and giving him one of the drinks he was carrying. 

“It's her, yes. Inés, this is my friend and roommate Mario. Mario, this is Inés.” Oh, so that's why he looked so familiar. He is the guy he is constantly posting things with on Instagram. 

“Can't believe I'm finally meeting you in person!”

“Finally?” I ask with a confused look.

“Pedrito has made me watch all your games for the past couple of years” he laughs, squeezing his friend's shoulder. “But I don't regret it, you girls are amazing. Such a shame you didn't win the last game… It was a tough one.”

“Yeah” I say, my brain stuck on the fact that Pedri has forced his best friend to watch my games. I mean, Barcelona’s. That's what he probably meant, not just mine. 

“At least we didn't lose. I'm Carla, by the way” she says, extending her hand towards Mario.

“Carla López, Barcelona and Spain national team's goalkeeper. A pleasure” he says, kissing her hand and making her giggle. And I know that sound. It is the one she makes when she really likes someone. Great, just great. 

“You know your football” she smiles.

“I do” he smiles back, the way they are looking at each other making this encounter even more uncomfortable and awkward than it already was.

“Anyway, like I was saying, I'm going home” I interrupt them. “So if you'll excuse me…”

“Inés, you can't go home alone and at night. It can be dangerous!” Carla says.

“I'll call an Uber, I'll be fine.”

“That doesn't make it any better.”

“I'll go with her.”

“What?” Carla, Mario and I say at the same time.

“I'll go with her” Pedri repeats. “She's right, going on your own can be dangerous.”

“I… I… I mean, I…”

“But bro, we just arrived. What about your drink?” Mario asks him while I keep mumbling.

“I'll drink it” he shrugs before starting to chug it as if it was water and not alcohol. “Done” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and giving the glass back to Mario. “Are you ready, Inés?”

“Uh?” I say, my eyes fixed on his lips and on how they still are a bit wet, making them look even more kissable than they usually are. 

“You wanted to go home, didn't you?” Pedri asks me.

“Yes, I did. Yes.”

“Then let's go. Enjoy the rest of your night, guys. And behave yourself” he says, winking at Mario and making me gasp. 

“Inés… Inés, are you sure about this?” Carla asks me while Pedri and Mario keep teasing each other. “We came here to forget about him, and now you are leaving with him.”

“But as friends. Offering to accompany me home confirms that that's all he wants from me. To be friends.”

“That's him, yes. But what about you?”

“I want the same. Just friends.”

“Inés…”

“Ready?” Pedri asks me, ending our conversation.

“Ready” I smile. 

“Text me once you are home, ok?” Carla tells me, the look on her face letting me know that she doesn't agree with this. 

“I will, I promise. Good night” I say before following Pedri and leaving the club.

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“Pedri… Pedri, wake up.”

“Uh?”

“You have to wake up, c'mon” I say, running my hand through his hair. 

“No.”

“You have to.”

“Why?”

“Because we just arrived.”

“Urgh” he groans.

“C'mon” I say, touching his hair one last time before unlocking our seatbelts. Because we both still are on the Uber that is taking me home, not waking up together in the same bed, you little dirty minds (I wish that was the case, tho. Wait, who said that?). 

Just five minutes after we had left the club, the alcohol he had drunk in one go had started to affect him, and by the time we were in the car, he was properly drunk. It looked more like I was accompanying him home and not the other way around.

“Where are we?” he says, slowly getting up from my lap. Oh, yes. Because Pedri had decided that the best thing to do, was to take a nap while resting his head on my legs. The most comfortable and soft ones according to what he said a few times before falling asleep.

“My house” I say, opening the car's door. “You were accompanying me, remember?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I'm a gentleman” he says with a drunken smile.

“You are, yes. Now c'mon” I reply, leaving the car. 

“Fuck!” 

“What happened? Are you ok?” I say, turning around.

“I don't know. I think… shit” he says, looking down at his hand. He's bleeding. “Inés…”

“Is he ok?” the driver says.

“He's… Pedri!” I say, catching him when he starts falling against the car.

“I'm fine, I'm fine” he says, managing to sit down again. “Just not the biggest fan of blood.”

“Should we take him to the hospital? He's gone so pale…” the driver says.

“No, no hospitals. This is nothing” Pedri says. 

“Miss?” the driver asks me.

“I…”

“Please, Inés. It's just a scratch.”

“Ok, fine. But let's get you upstairs before you hurt yourself again.”

“Do you want a hand, miss?” the driver offers. 

“I can do it myself, thank you” I smile. Pedri isn't the biggest guy out there, and after hitting his head he seems to have sobered up a bit, so I think we can make it inside and to the lift. “But you've earned five starts and a big tip.”

“Oh, there is no need, miss. Just doing what anyone else would.”

“I'm not so sure of that. Thank you very much.”

“You're welcome” he says.

“Can you walk?” I ask Pedri once he is standing up again. 

“I can, Inés. Though your arm around my waist will be very welcomed just in case” he smiles.

“Yeah… umm… Ok” I say, doing as he has asked and starting to walk towards my building, his arm around my shoulders. “Comfortable there?” I ask him once we are inside the lift and after a bit of struggle to go up the few stairs in the lobby.

“Yeah” he replies, resting his head against the wall, his eyes closing again. Looks like the sobering up is gone.

“Pedri, don't fall asleep.”

“I'm not. I'm just resting my eyes.”

“Pedri…”

“Is that the tone you use on the pitch to order around?” he smirks, his eyes still closed.

“What?”

“I've seen you. You will be captain one day, Inés. You have what it takes.”

“Yeah, well… Pedri!” I say when the lift stops and he almost falls again. 

“I'm fine, I'm fine” he replies, opening his eyes. With the light inside the lift they look as if the brown had some bits of gold, and they are simply beautiful. 

“Ok, c'mon” I say, putting his arm around my shoulders once again and leaving the lift.

“You have a nice apartment, Inés” he says when we walk in. “Very cosy.”

“Thank you” I reply, trying to close the door and keep him from falling again. He is getting heavier by the second. “Why don't you lay down there while I go get something to clean your wound?”

“My wound?” he asks as he lets himself fall on the sofa.

“You hit your head when you were getting out of the car, remember?”

“Did I?” he says, his eyes already closed. “Oh, yes. I did…”

“Pedri, don't… fall asleep” I say. But he's gone. In just a few seconds, he's completely gone, one arm and one leg hanging from the sofa. “Great” I sigh while putting him in a more comfortable position and covering him with a blanket. Sleeping like that, he looks like a kid, like someone who has never done anything wrong in his life. And I can't help but run my hand through his hair again.

I think he has the softest hair I've ever touched even if now it is a bit sticky around his face because of the sweat and the blood from his wound. A wound that thankfully doesn't look too bad and has stopped bleeding, and that I guess we'll have to take care of tomorrow. “Sweet dreams, Pedri” I whisper, stopping myself when I am about to kiss his forehead. Like, what the fuck, Inés? That's… No. Go to bed. That's what you should do, go to bed too. 

Though falling asleep knowing that I have Pedri, the boy I've had the biggest crush on for the past three years, drunkenly sleeping on my sofa, is gonna be interesting to say the least. And when he wakes up…

[valley-of-headcanons]

Harveys reaction to the farmer getting hurt in the mines?

bachelors reacting to you getting hurt || headcanons

these bachelors vowed to stay with you, in sickness and in health! part one here!

warnings: you get hurt (obv) by: the mines, tree, ocean, farming, concert exhaustion, and animals. if you're scared of that, don't read this :)

requested by: @stardewhhore + anon! hii, i decided to combine this request for convenience. this is a part two to one of my earlier posts, so i hope you enjoy! :)

alex

• Alex knew you had left for the day when he woke up, assuming you were out on the town doing something important. You were actually down in the forest, chopping some trees so that you could craft a few more chests. With Alex moving in, you needed a lot more storage! So, you chopped down trees like you normally would. You weren't expecting one to fall your way ...

• Finally getting out of the house today, Alex decided he was going to play some gridball out in the forest. He needed to get out of the house and feel the sun on his skin! He hummed softly to himself as he walked out to the forest, tossing the ball up in the air and catching it. His eyes drifted away from the ball to a fallen tree ... with you under it.

• A rush of adrenaline pushed Alex toward you at lightning speed, picking the tree up off of you and holding you in his arms. Looking across your body for wounds, he knew that he needed to get you to Harvey's as soon as possible. Alex's emotions were battling him, tears pooling up in his eyes. He's good at hiding his emotions, but not when someone he loves is hurt. He got you to Harvey's as soon as possible, sitting beside you as Harvey examined your body. Once you woke, Alex let out a sigh of relief and kissed your knuckles.

• “Babe ... I am so glad you're awake. I would hug you right now, but Harv' said your ribs are a little bit broken ... not too bad though, don't worry! I'll help you get better. You're lucky I was there to save your clumsy ass, it was just a coincidence I was walking by ... hey, don't worry about it. If you need help doing anything dangerous, let me be there ... to spot you, I guess? I know that's not the right term, but in my terms, it is. ... I love you so much, and I don't know what I'd do without you.”

• Alex took you home and made sure you were comfortable. He was very cautious and careful with you, making sure to give you what you need and not to hurt you. Yes, it was hard not to wrap his arms around you and hug you tight, but he managed. Your health was more important than his wants. He loved you and showed it in alternate ways, through his words and actions.

elliott

• Fishing was part of your daily routine. The beach was always your favorite spot, you enjoyed the beautiful scenery and the memories you've made with the love of your life. You sat on the beach, casting your rod and waiting for a fish to bite. Elliott was back at home, not worried about your whereabouts. You were always safe and careful! ... sometimes, accidents happen, though.

• Elliott decided to go for a stroll on the beach. He knew he'd probably run into you, since he knows you so well. The beach was such a relaxing place, and with you there, it'd make it even better! So, he happily made his way towards the sand, humming softly as he did so. He didn't expect to see you face down in the sand. You didn't look so good ...

• His heart dropped through his shoes, racing towards you as fast as he could. Tears pricked at his eyes, letting his emotions get in the way of logistics. He turned you over, giving you CPR. You were breathing, it wasn't that big of a deal, but Elliott's thoughts wouldn't slow down enough to think this through. Words can't describe how relieved he was when you opened your eyes, though.

• “Oh dearest! You scared the daylights out of me, I was horrified! I thought I had lost you for good, my love. Please, don't scare me like that again! Are you okay, are you feeling well? I would do anything to help you, I hate to see you in such a state! You mean the world to me, my love, and I don't know what I would do if my world stopped turning. Now, let's get you to the hospital. Let me do everything for you, please.”

• Elliott picked you up very carefully before practically racing to Harvey's. He bursted through the door, handing you to Harvey and explaining the situation with his usual dramatics. Harvey tended to you and let you both know that it was going to be fine, but you were to be on bed rest for a few days. Elliott held true to that, staying by your side as much as he could. He showered you with as much love and affection that you needed to feel better.

harvey

• You were hard at work in the mines, making sure to get some gems to bring home for your husband. Yes, working in the mines wasn't the easiest and was definitely a health hazard, but it would be fine! You've done it so many times before, why would this be different! All you had to do was get the job done and get home. But … you forgot to bring food down to the mines and your energy was running low. Uh oh.

• Harvey got home from his shift at the clinic, walking into the cabin to something strange. You weren't there, there was no note as to where you had gone … huh, isn't that odd? He had a strange feeling. He grabbed his first aid kit just in case, like always, and headed to the mines. He had a strange suspicion … he hoped he wouldn't be right. But when he got to the floor you were on, his heart dropped.

• Seeing your unconscious body resting on the floor of the mines, he panicked. Harvey is known for being calm during medical emergencies, but when it came to you … he couldn't bear seeing you hurt. He picked you up and carried you to the top of the mines, resting your body against some rocks as he checked your vitals. You seemed fine, maybe a concussion and some scratches. He got to work stitching you up when you stirred awake. Harvey let out a giant sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

• “Oh thank God- … you’re okay, you're okay … I was really worried about you for a second there. I knew you'd probably be fine, it's just … I hate the thought of your life being in my hands … I’m just glad you're okay. Let me check to see if you're concussed, dear. It'll only take a moment, then we'll get you home and to bed. You need to rest, my love. Doctor’s orders.”

• He did just that, getting you home and into bed after cleaning all your wounds and making sure everything was okay. You were fine, you just needed to stay in bed for the next few days. Harvey could work from home for the next few days, it would be fine. Harvey made sure to keep you healthy, fed, and hydrated. You deserve only the best from your loving husband.

sam

• Sam was finally performing at a pretty big venue, and of course his lovely partner would be in attendance! You wouldn't miss it for the world! You danced and sang along to every song, not stopping for a second! Until ... you started to feel a bit faint. The heat paired with all of the excitement started getting to you. And then it got you. You hit the ground with a thud.

• After getting off stage, Sam's first thought was to go see you. Of course, you were always let back stage. But, he didn't see you. Something was off. He walked toward his friends, asking where you were. They stuttered and explained that you were in the emergency tent. His heart dropped.

• Sam didn't even take off his costume or mic pack before running at full speed toward the tent. He was extremely worried about you, and his heart was pounding. The adrenaline of the concert basically carried him to the tent, getting there quicker than anyone would have thought. You had already woken up, and you were getting taken care of.

• “Oh my God- BABE?! Are you okay, what happened?! I- ... I'm sorry, I couldn't see from the stage, I should've been paying more attention! I would've stopped the show- ... Babe, yes, I would have! I love you, but I would've stopped for any emergency, I don't want anyone hurt, especially not my partner! ... as long as you're okay, it's not a problem. I love you, and please take it easy. I love that you're supporting me, but don't support me too hard, okay?!”

• Sam took you home and pampered you for the rest of the night. He kept apologizing, worried for your health and taking the orders the doctor had given you very seriously. He loved you, and it showed through every kiss and hug he gave you. Sam was basically your servant for an entire week, giving you whatever you needed and wanted!

sebastian

• Every morning, by the time Sebastian woke up, you were already hard at work. He was more of a night owl, while your limit was 2 AM. You were up bright and early to start working on your shared farm. Today was harvest day, so you began the strenuous task of getting your hundreds of crops taken care of. Since when did your farm get so big? And since when did the hot, summer air bother you so much? And since when was the world around you so fuzzy ..? ... thud!

• Sebastian finally rose from his slumber relatively late in the evening. He saw that you already left, so he decided to grab an energy drink from the fridge. He didn't feel like going through the hassle of making a huge pot for just himself. Sebastian did, however, want to see how you were doing. So, he headed outside to see his lovely partner ... face down in the farm. That's not a good sight to see.

• Frozen for a moment, Sebastian stared at the sight in front of him. He slowly creeped forward, biting down on his lip softly as he approached. A huge sigh of relief escaped him once he realized you were still breathing. He quickly sat beside you, trying to get you to wake up. It didn't seem to be working. He gathered enough strength to pick you up, slightly struggling, and carry you down to Harvey's. He told Harvey everything he could before sitting down beside you. As Harvey was cleaning you up and doing a quick check-up, your eyes carefully opened.

• "Good, you're finally up. You had me worried, hon ... I assume the heat got to you, it was definitely hot out today. Maybe we should both be taking better care of ourselves. Harvey said you're dehydrated ... I'm just glad it's nothing serious ... I thought the worst had happened when I saw you out there. I am so glad you're okay, my love."

• Sebastian followed Harvey's orders as close as he could, making sure you were drinking enough water and eating enough to keep your energy up throughout the day. He also took a few pointers for himself, drinking more water instead of energy drinks. He wanted to keep you safe, and if that meant taking better care of both you and himself, he'd do it.

shane

• It was a hot summer’s morning, and you were about to head out for the day to work on the farm. This is the usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Shane opted to stay inside for a while, hitting the metaphorical snooze button. You started work on your daily chores and decided to help Shane out by doing a few extra ones. One of which was the chicken coop. It really did get hot this time of year, and you hadn't ate this morning … thud.

• Once Shane got out of bed, he sluggishly started to do his chores. They were a bore, but they had to be done. He loved you, and whatever he could do to make your life easier, he would. One of the things he does enjoy is going to hang out with the chickens. He put it on the top of his to-do list, marching out of the cabin with a pretty tiny spring in his step. What he didn't expect to find was you laying down face first in the hay of the chicken coop.

• He raced toward you, his heart beating wildly out of his chest. Seeing that you were at least alive, he let out a breath of fresh air. He couldn't seem to get you awake, though … he dragged you out of the chicken coop, barely being able to pick you up and get you in the house. Putting a cold rag on your forehead and pointing every fan in the house directly onto you, he waited for you to wake up. And once you did, he was ecstatic.

• “Hey, ya passed out on me back there … yeah, everything’s fine, I was uh- … just worried about you, that’s all. Let me handle the chickens from now on, you're gonna overwork yourself. I love you doin’ favors for me but I don't love you passing out on me. Now … let’s get you checked out at Harvey’s, I’m just hopin’ you didn't bump your head too hard when you hit the ground.”

• Shane got you to Harvey’s as soon as he could, being your crutch the whole way there. He listened to what Harvey had to say, taking a mental note of it as he got you back to the house. You were on close but subtle supervision. He would do anything you need, staying pretty close, but wouldn't get too far up in your business. He loves you sincerely, though. He just hates seeing you hurt like this. But, being depended upon is pretty nice for a change.

[crazyinluvfix]

1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 1 )

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: after a late night trip to the woods, scott obtains a strange animal bite that heals within a day. sera struggles with the fact that her best friend might be a werewolf, while simultaneously trying to keep them from finding out her own secret.

WARNINGS: none

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January 2nd, 2011

It was the night before the first day back at school after winter break, which had been incredibly slow.

Considering what I heard about what was going on back home, I did not want to risk a trip to see my brothers - lord knows what I would be roped into. I was enjoying my unproblematic, stress-free, normal life. Nothing could take that from me.

And at least I had Stiles.

Yes, Scott was my best friend too, but Stiles was like a brother to me. And his dad was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a father, even when mine was alive.

So naturally, I spent a lot of time at their place. Including Christmas, which was just the three of us - we ate, played games, watched movies. Nothing too special, yet it was nice, peaceful.

But I lived alone.

For legal reasons, everyone (including Stiles and Scott) was under the assumption that I lived with my older brother, Damon, and that my twin brother Stefan was off at some camp. But in reality, it was just me and my apartment. But I didn’t mind that much, I liked my own company.

Tonight was one of those nights. I sat on my bed, alone, reading some book I didn’t care all that much about while sipping on a glass of bourbon Damon had gifted me. That’s when my phone lit up with an urgent flurry of texts.

Stiles

SERA

COME OVER ASAP

BIG NEWS

I put down my book with a huff and picked up my cell, scanning over his words before typing back.

Sera

why?

what’s up?

‘Big news’ to Stiles could mean anything. And right now, I wasn’t exactly sure that whatever he was getting at was worth interrupting my simple night.

Stiles

I'll tell you when you’re here

Now come and we’ll go get Scott

I turned off my phone and rubbed my face before shooting up and straightening myself out, throwing back the last sip of golden liquid in my glass and sighing as the warmth travelled down my throat.

As I made my way downstairs I remembered to take my time, since it would only take me a minute to run there and neither Stiles nor Scott knew I was a vampire. I had to make it look believable, so I took the time to fix my hair and waltz about before leaving the house.

About ten minutes after Stiles had texted I appeared outside his window, a spot I frequented so much you could almost see the wear on the roof tiles from where I so often waited for him to respond to my knows on the glass.

Soon enough, he did.

I watched him shoot up from his desk and shuffle over to the window where I was curled up with my hood over my head, shielding myself from the harsh winter winds.

“Wait there, I’m coming out,” he held out a finger to stop me from coming inside, going back across to the other side of his room, bending down to find his shoes.

The way I rolled my eyes was almost audible as I crossed my arms over my chest, “Stiles,” I complained as he took his sweet time. “Hurry up, it’s cold.”

My gaze followed him as he hurried to tie his laces, subsequently tripping over and just about catching himself as he hopped over to the window and looked me in the eyes before stepping outside.

“Did you just run here?” he observed, looking me up and down, noticing my shortness of breath and the fact that he could see no car or bike.

In fact, I was just playing into the role of ‘human girl having run half a mile,’ but I was glad my efforts were convincing. Stiles knew I didn’t drive, and I usually did just get everywhere on foot. But even when he dropped me home or picked me up I made sure he let me out just a bit down the road so he didn’t see that my house had no car at all, let alone having no one else in it.

“Yeah,” I shrugged before quickly changing the subject.

“So what’s going on? Is this actually serious or is it just another one of your little adventures you’re dragging me and Scott along for,” I teased with a slight laugh.

Stiles was notorious for his little late-night escapades, but even though I usually put up a bit of a fuss, I did typically enjoy them. If for nothing else but being there to make sure he or Scott didn’t actually die.

He scrambled out of the window, pumped up on too much Adderall to focus on not falling off the roof, leading me to grab him by the sleeve of his flannel as if second nature and pull him back to safety.

He stared at me with those wide brown eyes and spoke again, “I promise you I have a good reason this time.” Too sincere to be a joke, but he still seemed thoroughly excited.

~

Soon, we arrived at Scott’s house. We hopped out of Stiles’ prized Jeep and he started to dramatically tiptoe over to the side of the house like an old silent film, deciding to climb up the tree to get on the roof.

Meanwhile, I just stood there in the middle of the driveway, hands on my hips with my head cocked to the side, a breathy chuckle escaping my lips as I watched him clamber up the branches.

“Stiles?”

“Mhm,” he replied plainly, not taking his eyes off the tree.

“You know Scott’s mom is out, right? She’s on the night shift?” my smile grew as I laughed at him, who had now made his way atop the house, finally glancing back to face me.

He failed his arms in annoyance upon seeing I didn’t follow him, “Yeah, but it’s more fun this way.”

I shook my head, walking up to the side of the house, alongside him just a few feet down.

That’s when I heard footsteps coming from inside the house. My ears perked and I listened closer; they were coming from Scott’s room, then down the stairs, then to the front door…

Instinctively I hid behind a bush to watch this play out, looking on in amusement as I had a view of both scenes. Scott was treading cautiously, holding a baseball bat as a defence - which was funny in itself considering we were in Beacon Hills, practically the safest, most uneventful place on Earth. Meanwhile, Stiles was crawling carefully on the roof, trying to be as quiet as possible before hooking his legs on the tiles and flinging himself down so his body appeared right in front of Scott like Spiderman.

Upon both of them seeing the other they started to scream back and forth, causing me to stumble out from behind the bushes and onto my knees, clutching my stomach - I’d never seen a funnier sight.

Scott looked at me, then back at Stiles, lowering the bat. “Stiles! Sera! What the hell are you two doing here?” he exclaimed angrily as I scrambled up to shush him.

“Shut up! You’re gonna wake the whole neighbourhood!” I ran up to Stiles’ side, my head next to his upside-down one.

“Yeah!” Stiles agreed, all of us now speaking in exclamatory whispers. “And why do you have a bat?”

Scott stuttered, still shaken from the sudden rush, “I thought you were a predator!”

I giggled to myself as I watched them interact, Stiles proceeding to ramble on and move his arms in an expression of utter confusion, “A predator? Wh- What!”

“You weren’t answering your phone!” he continued as if that made the situation miraculously make sense.

“Okay, Stiles. Now that we’re with Scott could you please tell me what we are doing!” I joined in, flinging my hands up in the air before landing them back on my hips as I waited for his response.

Stiles turned his body to face mine, then turned back to Scott before explaining at his usual fast speed. “I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called and they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police.”

“For what?” I interrupted his excited rambles. It was clear to anyone with any of the 5 senses that Stiles worshipped his dad and his job as Sheriff, so this sort of thing really got him ticking.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.”

Before we could ask any more questions he dropped down from his position to stand upright on the ground next to me.

Scott’s eyes widened, “A dead body?” he asked hesitantly.

Stiles scoffed and jumped up and over the fence onto the porch to be face-to-face with Scott, nudging me to do the same.

“No, a body of water,” Stiles rolled his eyes sarcastically - a trait that not even an event like this could shake from him - “Yes, dumbass! A dead body.”

“You mean like- murdered?” Scott inquired further while I was in pure disbelief.

Stiles rested his hands on his hips and shook his head, “Nobody knows yet.”

The words sent a chill down my spine.

“Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.” he recited whatever he overheard from his dad.

I finally spoke, confused about the logistics. “But… if they already found the body then what are they looking for?”

“That’s the best part,” Stiles pointed to me before practically jumping for joy - a strange reaction considering the topic at hand. “They only found half.” His voice shifted to a significantly higher pitch and I noticed Scott’s face twist in curiosity, raising his eyebrows.

I chuckled dryly, clearly taken aback at how casually he had stated it. It’s not like I was a stranger to death, not by any means, but here? That was something I had never expected. “How is that the ‘best part’?” I retorted, but Stiles didn’t respond, just looked at us both and nodded his head determinedly.

“We’re going.”

~

“I’m still not sure about this, guys,” I expressed my concern as we trudged through this secluded, dark part of the woods Stiles had driven us to, with one torch and nothing else.

“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss,” Stiles teased as he hung back to walk next to me, “you’re the one always bitching about how nothing ever happens in this town.” He nudged me in my side as he briefly put a hand on the small of my back so that we’d continue moving.

‘Bitching’ was admittedly somewhat accurate. But even though a part of me missed the eventfulness of my old lives, it didn’t mean we weren’t all better off without it!

“Yeah, man,” Scott agreed with me, “I was tryna get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.”

“‘Cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort,” I teased before going back on myself. “I’m sorry, stress really does make me a bitch.”

I drained out the sound of their lacrosse talk as they went ahead, distracted by the ever-so-faint smell of blood in the distance. Tuning back in instantly when I heard Scott bring up something else of importance.

“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?”

“Huh,” Stiles shrugged, “Didn’t think about that.”

The smell of blood hit me stronger and I unconsciously stopped in my tracks.

“Sera? You good?” Scot turned back around.

“Hm?” my eyes darted between them, I then snapped out of it and caught up, “Oh yeah. I’m good.”

A subject change was all I needed to distract from my weird behaviour, playing off Scott’s question. “And what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?”

Stiles chose ignorance. “Also something I didn’t think about.”

We approached a hill and Stiles started to scale it, leading me to throw my arms up in exasperation and whine, “Ew, I don’t wanna get all muddy!”

“Well you’re gonna have to, princess,” he teased, making it to the top, as I now followed, easily overtaking Scott who was leaning up against a tree, desperately sucking on his inhaler.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight,” I heard him say, although it seemed to go ignored as we all made it to flat ground.

But then all of a sudden Stiles dropped to the ground, and when I didn't immediately do the same he reached up to grab me by the wrist, pulling me down with him, Scott copying on the other side of me.

“Stiles-” my grievance was abruptly stopped by him putting a hand over my mouth.

“Shh,” he hissed and pointed his torch to the lights in the distance. Police cars.

I must’ve missed them while trying to rid myself of dirt, only to now be covered by even more. They were talking about the investigation, repeating everything Stiles had told us earlier.

“That’s my dad,” Stiles whispered.

Indeed it was, I recognised his voice.

But then he did the unexpected - which, when it came to Stiles Stilinski was rather expected - and legged it towards them, beckoning me and Scott to follow which we reluctantly did.

We must have been too caught up in following Stiles’ crazy idea to notice what was right in front of him. Sheriff Stilinski.

“Stiles-” I choked out his name, only to be yanked behind a tree while Scott stood behind another.

Stiles turned around to shout at me for speaking, but when he turned back after not seeing me the police dog barked loudly, flashing his fangs and sending Stiles falling to the ground, scrambling to get back, looking straight up at his dad.

Me and Scott both held our breath - it was Stiles’ idea, we didn’t need to be punished.

“Hang on, hang on,” the Sheriff stopped the other officers approaching. “This little delinquent belongs to me.” His tone was disappointed, not a rarity since Stiles did do stuff like this an awful lot.

My eyes closed as I listened to them talk, knowing it was only a matter of time before we were discovered too.

“Where are your usual partners in crime, huh?”

There it was.

His tone was still gruff and I could practically sense the nervousness radiating 0ff Stiles as he contemplated whether to rat us out.

But he didn’t, he never did.

“What? Sera and Scott? Pft-” he stuttered, trying to catch his breath after the scare. “They’re home. Probably fasttt asleep,” he goes on to tell probably the least convincing lie ever told, as if dragging out his syllables would make his statement more believable.

Bringing my hand up to my forehead I glanced over to Scott and shared a look, it was difficult for me not to laugh, however, Scott appeared genuinely worried as he was sabotaging his opportunity to make first-line tomorrow.

“It’s just me…” Stiles carried on rambling, not helping our case at all, “In the woods… alone.”

“For fucks sake,” I sighed, raking my hand down my face.

I practically jumped out of my skin when I heard the Sheriff’s booming voice once again.

“Sera! Scott! You out there?” His flashlight caught the hood of my jacket poking out from behind the tree. He took a step closer, tone even firmer, “Sera!”

I went to walk out, but Scott eyeballed me in a way to tell me not to, but I knew that if I showed myself he wouldn’t catch Scott. So I rounded the tree with my hands up in surrender, skipping over to Stiles’ side.

The Sheriff sighed. He walked up to us without a word, parting a gap between me and his son, and stood between us.

A hand reached up to the back of Stiles’ neck, grabbing it forcefully, “I am going to walk you back to your car and we are going to have a serious conversation about invasion of privacy,” he scolded.

I almost sighed in relief, but my hopes were in vain as he did the same to me - albeit a tad lighter, but still firmly. “And you, young lady,” he exhaled loudly, “what are we gonna do with you.”

He walked us back to his car like this, letting go of us to get in our usual spots to drive us back to the Jeep. The journey was incredibly silent. When Stiles got home he was surely in for the lecture of his life - I was just glad that this time it wouldn’t include me.

Sheriff Stilinski saw me as a daughter the same way I saw him as a father, meaning he usually was not afraid to shout at me too, but he always saw me through a faint lens of pity around the holiday seasons - in ways, my solitude worked in my favour.

Soon, we had made it back to Stiles’ car and he was tasked with driving me home, straight home with no detours. Tension radiated off him the whole way back, partly due to the anticipation of being told off, and partly because we still hadn’t found the body.

“I guess Scott’s gonna have to find his own way back,” I chuckled, slumping down in the passenger seat.

“He’s a big boy, he’ll make it,” Stiles assured before interrupting with one of his little quips, “that’s if the killer doesn’t catch him first,” he put on a scary voice and looked over to meet my unamused expression.

The only reason I agreed to this was to know I’d be there to kill the thing out there before it killed us. But I guess we’d just have to find out what happened in the morning.

What a pleasant start to the term.

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Waking up the next day was a panic.

Memories flashed back like freezeframes from last night and I worried for Scott since he hadn’t answered his phone since.

My nerves were only settled once I arrived at school, seeing my two best friends on the sidewalk, looking as alive as the last we saw him.

I skipped over to them and turned Scott around, my hands on his shoulders, “Thank god you’re alright,” I breathed a sigh of relief until he gave me a look that said otherwise, piquing Stiles’ interest now too.

“Well… about that…” He lifted up his shirt slightly to reveal a massive bandage on his torso, blood that had seeped through the white cotton staining the outside. “I got bit by something.” His comment was all too vague.

Stiles reached forward to touch it and Scott jumped back, “Woah,” he laughed at his enthusiasm.

“It was too dark to see, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

‘A wolf?’ No, surely not, it can’t be. I had done thorough research before moving here to be sure that nothing like this would happen. During my research, I found that not only have there been no werewolves here for decades, but no wolves of any sort.

“No, it wasn’t,” I butted in abruptly as we walked to class.

Scott scoffed at my quick rebuttal, “I heard a wolf howling.”

After mimicking his noise, I spoke again, “No, you didn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, looking back at me, “How do you know what I heard?”

“I don’t. But I do know that there hasn’t been wolves in California for like 60 years,” I elaborated, watching his eyebrow quirk in confusion.

Stiles interjected, running forward to walk backwards in front of us. “And how do you know that?” he challenged, almost tripping over a pebble.

I thought fast. “School project.”

We didn’t all have the same classes, so it wasn’t questioned. Luckily, Scott was quick to change the topic anyway.

“Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf then you guys are definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.”

It’s as if he had just told Stiles he had won the lottery because his eyes lit up so bright and he jumped so high that birds thought he was one of their own, “Are you kidding me? That is freaking awesome!”

“I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month,” Scott chuckled.

I was too stunned to reply, so Stiles happily filled the silence.

“I mean- this is like the best thing to ever happen to this town since…” That's when his attention was drawn elsewhere, it was when he practically started drooling that me and Scott knew it was the work of Lydia Martin.

“Since Lydia Martin,” he eyed her like a moth to a flame as she passed, “Hey Lydia,” he greeted her with a slightly awkward wave, turning over his shoulder when she didn’t give him so much as a glance. “You look… like you’re gonna ignore me.” He admitted defeat, turning back to us.

His schoolboy crush always amused me and Scott.

I reached over, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You’ll get her next time, tiger.”

“Ya think?” We continued walking and he didn’t wait for a reply. “It’s your fault, you know?” he spun around and pointed at Scott. “Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association!”

“That doesn’t make sense. Because Sera’s cool and we’re both friends with Sera,” Scott pointed out, simultaneously disproving Stiles and admitting his own nerdiness.

I saw his words click with Stiles, making him ponder why he was perceived as nerdy rather than cool considering his social circumstances, I just laughed and went to take my seat.

Class was a bore, but then again, I had done this all before so it wasn’t that mandatory for me to pay attention. Instead, my focus was drawn to the girl outside, sitting on the bench. I always felt a little guilty to eavesdrop, but it’s not like I could help it.

“Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it.”

“Great. I’ve got everything except a pen.”

Poor girl. Today was exactly one year since I started here too, I knew the feeling.

My eyes followed the the man from the office who collected her and coincidentally her first period was with us.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome,” the man said, gesturing for her to take a seat.

There was a free seat next to me, behind Scott, so I gave a friendly smile to tell her to come take it. But the second she sat down, Scott turned around with a pen in hand and passed it back to her.

At first, I thought nothing of it, but then it clicked. ‘How did he know she needed a pen?’

I chose not to dwell on it.

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After class, I decided to befriend the new girl, I knew the new school stress well, so I waited by the lockers.

She came out of the classroom after speaking briefly to the teacher about catching up on reading material.

“Hi,” I called her attention, “Allison, right?” I held out a hand.

She accepted, seeming a little nervous, but she responded with a friendly nod.

“Sera,” I stated with a smile.

“That jacket is absolutely killer,” outfit talk was always a good ice breaker. “Where’d you get it?”

“Oh! My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Fransisco,” her smile widened too.

My jaw dropped in typical teenage girl fashion, “You are my new best friend.”

Lydia was summoned to us like a beacon. “I heard boutique,” she skipped over and pouted, “I’m Lydia,” instantly being swept up by her boyfriend. “Hey Jackson,” she lilted before he gave her a kiss.

While they were distracted I turned to Allison and jokingly rolled my eyes at their PDA and she bit back a laugh.

“Somebody tell me how it was so easy for Sera to make friends with the new girl?” Scott sighed, slumping against his locker.

Stiles scoffed as if it was obvious. “‘Cause they’re both hot?” His eyes flicked between Allison, Lydia who had joined them, and his best friend. Like Scott, he too was a tad jealous of her social skills.

“Beautiful people herd together,” he sighed, quickly tearing his eyes away to continue pestering Scott with everything he could about the body.

But he wasn’t listening. Well, he was, but not to him. Somehow he was able to hear the new girl and Jackson’s conversation as if he were standing right next to them.

Lacrosse talk bored me. And I could tell it bored Allison too, but she was trying to be polite. Just as I was about to save us with an excuse I noticed a very pensive Scott, his eyes directed at us. But the moment he saw me notice he turned away, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Strange.

Either way, the life-draining sports talk was cut short when Lydia hauled us to next period.

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After school, Stiles dragged me to watch lacrosse practice. This was how I spent most of my Tuesday afternoons, but this time I had company.

Lydia was almost always there to cheer for Jackson - which got very incessant very quickly. But Allison had asked me earlier ‘Who is that friend of yours?’ (the friend being Scott), and it was now my mission to play matchmaker - maybe it would help distract from the wolf problem handing over my head.

Scott and Stiles waved me down when they got onto the field. I knew better than to question why so I put down my book, leaving my stuff with Allison as I trotted down the bleachers.

“What’s up?” I noticed Scott’s brimming smile, directly contrasting Stiles’ snarl.

Scott was practically buzzing, “I’m playing first line!”

I gasped, bringing my hands to my mouth, “Really?” I was frankly quite surprised.

“Sound a little more shocked will you,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“That’s not what I mean,” I laughed.

Okay, I did mean it a little, but good for him. “But that’s great! Congrats!”

“Yeah. So great,” Stiles added bitterly with folded arms.

“Aw, is someone jealous?” I mocked, pouting.

“No,” he answered quickly. “It’s just that, if Scott’s on the field, who am I going to talk to on the bench!”

Me and Scott both laughed, Scott reaching over to pat him on the shoulder.

Then, before I left, I stepped over to Scott to whisper, “Hey, I think someone’s here to see you,” my smirk directed his attention to the girl on the bleachers who gave him a soft smile and his face lit up considerably.

Gross.

When Coach blew the whistle I went back to my seat, taking the opportunity to tease Allison for the pinkness of her cheeks after relaying Scott’s excitement.

While she was engaged in conversation with Lydia I turned back to my hardback - the novelty of lacrosse had worn off long ago. But my gaze was quickly snapped up to Scott where he stood - or rather sat - in the goal after being knocked over, wincing in sympathy.

Not the best start.

I was practically peeking through my fingers to watch the next player shoot. But to my surprise, and everyone else's, his defense was flawless.

And he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Cheers of awe erupted at his sudden talent. He kept it up for so long it almost felt too good… Considering he hadn’t particularly been great at the game before, it was incredibly unusual, so much so that my jaw hung slack in the stands.

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a/n: hiya ! this chapters only a 2-parter because it’s the first episode so there’s a lot of stuff to introduce, future chapters will most likely be condensed into one part x

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[simplepotatofarmer]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Alienation & Spite

tuesday morning, 8:47 a.m.

characters: technoblade, dream word count: 1,541

I've been in this room before.

The last time, ages ago, it was brief. Techno had practically rushed me out after ringing the bell a few times. That felt like something that had to be done, some stupid ritual that you signed up for the moment you stepped into the cabin. He had come back, a little later, and made sure I wasn't watching as he opened the secret chest in the back of the room.

I knew where it was. I could go over right now and open the chest and take whatever the hell I wanted and Techno wouldn't stop me. It wasn't a secret anymore and that felt...

It felt shitty for no reason. Of course he didn't bother hiding those things anymore. I've been living in his house for months, what was there to hide? But fuck man. He could at least pretend things were normal.

Ugh.

Rolling over, I shoved one of the pillows into my face and resisted the urge to scream. If I did, Techno would hear. He would climb up the ladder and ask if everything was alright and I would lie. I should feel bad for lying; I know he's trying to help but I don't want help, I want to be left alone.

It's easier. No one gets that. No one understands that everything still hurts or that I feel wrong without a potion or that food makes me want to vomit or that I don't want to leave the cabin. I don't even want to leave the room.

Techno calls it wallowing. Maybe he's right. Maybe I don't care.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the sunlight reflecting off the bell and block of emerald. Something about that makes me angry. I've been angry a lot, I guess. It knots in my chest and I want to tear it out. I want to punch something. I want to punch myself. I settle for dragging my nails against my skin until its red and stings. It doesn't calm the anger that's making my eyes water. Without thinking, I throw the pillow across the room, at the bell.

It makes a low chiming sound and I groan.

As expected, a few moments later, Techno pokes his head up, arms resting on the floor. He's worried. I tug my sleeves down over my arms, hiding the scratches. Not that Techno would be mad. That's the problem. He'd understand. He'd say it's okay and it's not.

"Hey, Dream. You rang?"

It was funny and I have to fight the smile.

"No. That—That was an accident."

His eyes slide towards the bell and sees the pillow on the ground.

"Ah."

I don't say anything.

"How about you come downstairs, man? I'll make you some breakfast."

I still don't say anything. I stare at the ceiling.

"C'mon on man."

He talks so softly, the same way he does to his animals and it's another thing I want to be pissed about except I've heard him use the same tone with Phil, with Ranboo or Niki.

So stupid.

I want things to be normal but it is and I'm still mad.

"I'm not hungry," I lie. I'm starving. I want a potion.

"Alright." Techno reaches out and tugs the blanket up over me. He's stretching precariously. "How about we make a deal? I'll leave you alone for a bit but you've gotta promise to come down for dinner."

His words hang in the air a bit and I roll my eyes.

"Or what?"

Techno laughs.

"Or I'll carry your scrawny behind downstairs my dang self," he says.

I believe him.

"God. Fine, Techno."

He laughs again.

“See ya later, Dream.”

His head disappears back downstairs. Already I regret agreeing to his stupid deal. He won’t actually drag me downstairs if I change my mind, I know that. I roll over the other way, facing the ladder. On the bedside table is a bottle of water and Techno’s communicator. Mine is gone and has been since Sam took it. I reach over and grab Techno’s. It’s only 8:47 a.m. Dinner is a long way off.

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I’m worried.

It’s kinda hard not to be worried when you have a man in your bedroom who’ll barely move and barely eat. I don’t mind. Well, I do, just not in the way Dream thinks I do. He thinks I want him out, gone out of my life. I had to fight against his idiotic plan to fake a parting of ways while we were in prison. The only thing I want is—

It’s lame, chat, I know.

I want him to be okay. The first few weeks, he hardly moved because he couldn’t. He wasn’t in any kind of shape. The thought of what happened to him in that cell after I left haunts me. How can you make up for that?

I pull the raw beef out of the ice chest. A good steak is a start. I wouldn’t have made something that required so much chewing a couple months ago but Dream’s jaw had healed. And I know he’s a steak man when he’s not relying on potions or golden apples. I’ve caught him sneaking both after days of refusing food.

Fighting the urge to keep walking over to stand at the bottom of the ladder is the hardest part. I want to go back up and check on him again. He had been quick at pulling his sleeves down but I saw the marks on his arms. If I had said something, it might have made him withdraw even more.

I’ll make him a cake.

I have no idea if he’ll eat it but he might. It’s something to occupy my time and something to do to show him I care. He knows, he’s gotta know by this point but sometimes he lays there like he doesn’t know anything anymore. I don’t blame him. He has that lost look in his eyes every so often and I know he’s pulling away because it’s easier.

I know, I’ve been there. This cabin was built to get away from everything. It took some time to realize I was being a fool. Dream will get there, I’ve got faith in him. He’s been through a lot and he still smiles sometimes.

I’m on autopilot baking. Niki’s recipe is well-worn by this point and I don’t need to have it sitting out but that’s habit, too. It’s a nice reminder. By the time the cake is in the oven, the sun is midpoint in the sky. The beef’s been marinating for awhile. I glance towards the living room and sigh.

Just a quick check, I won’t even go up the ladder.

Standing at the base, I can’t hear anything. That’s probably a good sign. Hopefully, he’s sleeping. Sleep hasn’t been easy for him which means it’s not been great for me, either, and I can sleep through a lot. Except the person next to me lashing out or screaming. It hurts. Not the times he’s hit me on accident but hearing a friend say ‘no’ and ‘please’ and ‘stop’ over and over.

I’ve gotta stop thinking about it. I know Dream’s picked up on my worry and I know sometimes it makes him feel weird. I get it, I do.

By the time the cake is cooled and has a nice layer of green frosting on it, the steaks are also done and the sun is lower in the sky. I pat my pockets, looking for my communicator to check the time, but I must’ve misplaced it again. I make another mental reminder to put a clock somewhere and head over to the ladder.

Dream is pretending to sleep, I can tell.

“Dinner time.”

He opens one eye. I smile. He opens the other and sighs as he props himself up.

“I’m—I’m not hungry.”

It’s the same thing as earlier and it’s still a lie, I know it. I raise an eyebrow and look at him silently. After a moment, a slight tinge of pink is on his cheeks.

Got ‘em.

“Ugh, fine,” he says as he swings his legs out of bed. “You’re so annoying.”

“I know, Dream, I know.” I slide down the ladder and wait for him. When he climbs down, I put my hand out, hovering near his back, just in case. “I’ve made you a real special dinner.”

“What? Why?”

I stop in front of the kitchen table. Some of the icing on the cake has melted a bit but the steaks look good. Dream is next to me. He looks confused. He looks sad. I put my arm around his shoulders. They still feel awfully boney.

“Because it’s your four month anniversary of stayin’ here, man. We’ve gotta celebrate.”

Dream’s voice rises in pitch.

“What?”

I know that tone. He’s struggling not to smile and rolling his eyes. I nudge my nose against the side of his head and pull him a little closer. He doesn’t pull away.

“We’re celebratin’, Dream. I even made you a cake.”

“This is so stupid,” he says but he’s leaning against me and I wrap my arms around him and hug him.

“Let’s eat.”

@sixteenth-day-event

[apocalypseornaw]

Wanna be Yours (Pt 1/5)

Sam Winchester x Reader

After years of hunting with Dean you finally meet his younger brother

@lacilou s genius idea

Every hunter had one thing in common, tragic backstory. The one event that fucked their lives up bad enough that they not only discovered that the things that went bump in the night were very real but they decided to not sit on the sidelines and to actually do something about it.

Your event? You'd gone camping with your family, your parents along with your aunt and uncle and a couple cousins. No one had heard anything about the so called animal attacks neither did anyone know how the hell to defend themselves when the wendigo attacked.

The initial bloodbath had been hell. Your dad and uncle were first gone, going at the beast straight in an attempt to save their families. Next came your mom and aunt, a last ditch effort to distract it while you and your cousins ran. The three of you barely made it half a mile before the beast caught you.

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You'd assumed that was it, you'd die just like your family had. The beast had kept the three of you for days in a cavern. You'd seen it kill your older cousin, Derek was fourteen and had fought like hell so you begged it to spare to your younger cousin, Allie his little sister who was only four not knowing if it even understood you.

The begging seemed to lure it to you. It raised its clawed hand and you prepared for a slash that never came. Instead you heard someone yell "KIDS GET DOWN!"

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You nodded to Allie and you both tucked down in as small of a ball as possible. The heat that filled the cavern was unbearable mixed with the scent of burning flesh along with the sounds of the creature as it died.

When it was over you untucked and was met with a woman, she was probably around your aunts age. Her brown hair braided back, wearing jeans and a red flannel of all things. A flamethrower was in her hands "You girls ok?" You nodded numbly "Help Allie first"

That was how you met Hayley Lynols. She was a second generation hunter. When it was discovered you had no legal guardian (Allie had gone to a relative of her dad's) Hayley had stepped in to offer you a place to stay.

She'd given you three options. One was a normal life, one was the life of a hunter and the third option was what she wanted you to take "I'll train you just like my dad trained me but you go to school and get a ged at least. Any kid of mine isn't going to be dumb in any way. If you want to hunt on your own some after you're eighteen that's you but just know I'll always be here to help"

You'd taken the third option. You'd buckled down on school and studied hard. You'd gotten a ged by the time you turned fifteen and started hunting with Hayley.

That was how you met Dean. You were nineteen, on the very first solo hunt Hayley had allowed you. She deemed it simple enough, a haunting case that seemed like it'd be a simple salt and burn.

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She hadn't realized another hunter was already on the case. You stood across from the guy that had to be around your age, both of you carrying a duffle and a shovel.

Neither of you blinked so you decided to go out on a limb "Anthony Rowen?" He sort of laughed "You a hunter?" You nodded then motioned towards the grave that was about three feet from where the two of you stood "I say we work this together and it goes a lot faster" he nodded "I like that idea" then offered his hand "Dean" you shook his hand "Y/N, let's get to it"

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Since the two of you weren't old enough for a bar you ended up at a diner, coffee and pie in front of you both as you talked about your lives. He told you about his father and brother and you told him about Hayley. Before you went your separate way you exchanged numbers and swore to keep in touch.

You'd see Dean off and on but when you were about twenty six he fell off the map for a while until he resurfaced about a year later with a simple phone call of "Y/N, I need some help"

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You pulled your challenger to a stop next to Dean's impala and grabbed your phone to check the text as to what room he was in but before you could the door to room one fifteen opened and Dean walked out, shadowed by another guy. He looked a little younger than Dean with hair that borderlined shaggy but it was clear they were related. Could that be Sam?

You climbed out your car with a smile "Winchester!" Dean grinned and met you halfway pulling you into a hug "Y/N! It's good to see you" when the two of you separated he motioned to the other guy "This is my little brother Sam"

You turned your eyes towards Sam with a smile and offered your hand "I've heard about you for years, weird we're just now meeting but good to meet you" he grinned as he shook your hand "Good to meet you too" you had to admit, he was cute. Broad smile and dimples along with green hazel eyes that followed your every movement. You cut your eyes at Dean "Also, little brother? He's taller than you"

Sam laughed at your words, the sound was enough to pull a smile to your face "Oh I like her already" you winked at him "Stick around cutie, I'm a very likeable person" Dean shook his head "Let's get to work"

After that day you and the Winchesters started keeping in touch every few days. You hadn't known they lost John so you weren't able to be there for them but when you lost Hayley they'd driven straight across two states to get to your side.

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You stood between them both, staring at the flames as they engulfed her body. You felt a shiver run through you and weren't sure if it was from the cold night air or losing the only parental figure you had left. "I'll go grab your jacket" Dean offered and headed for your challenger.

You and Sam stood silent for a few moments before he said "When dad died Dean wouldn't talk to anyone, let anyone in until he finally broke one day. Y/N I know we're not as close as you and Dean but you're my friend and if you need anything I'm here" you nodded, eyes never leaving the flames "Thanks Sam"

About that time Dean walked back over with your jacket and draped it over your shoulders "You know Y/N, I was thinking" you cut your eyes at Sam with a weak smile "Should we run?" A small smile slipped onto his face "Let's hear him out then we'll see if we need to"

"Ha ha very funny" Dean replied before continuing "Hayley always said she didn't like you hunting alone, you can always throw your hat in with me and Sam. We don't mind the company" you nodded "Maybe I will" a silence fell back over the three of you as the flames began to burn down to just embers.

@nelachu2423

@lacilou

[meloarto-me]

Hello sweet 🍬🍭cheeks may I have a request for Jason, bo, vincent, lester, michael, Thomas, Bubba, and brams with, S/O who really cares about them and has the character and attitude that is very suitable to be a wife. Not forgetting their sweet lips which always managed to make them kiss those lips AND ALSO SEXY.

You are free to ignore this request of mine. Plus I really like every story you make.

This sweet is just for you sweet cheeks 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍌🍉🍇🍓🫐🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍🥝🥨🧇🥞🍧🍨🍦🥧🧁🍰🎂🍮🍭��🍿🍫🍩🍪

LOVE YOU

Hhehehe! I like this idea! English is not my language.

Slasher with s/o who is fit for a wife and gives them lots of love.

Michael Myers

- I feel like at home?

- He hasn't felt love since he was in the institution.

-But having you by my side I feel this strange emotion called Love.

- Your sweet behavior will make his heart stop more than once.

-You made him dinner and waited for him? He won't admit it, but it made his heart weary.

- Hug him, ask for help with typically masculine things? I feel important and loved!

-He even started thinking about getting engaged to you.

-But he also loves when you kiss him sexually or not.

-The feeling of your lips on his body sends shivers down my spine.

-He also loves it when those sweet lips of yours do sinful things to him.

-Or moan his name like a prayer.

-God, why are you so perfect for him?" you make me feel more normal and loved.

Jason Voorhees

-I feel loved!

- You give him so much love and home warmth that his cold heart bursts with love and warmth.

- He will be such a cuddle for you that every stuffed animal hides.

-Your home warmth ignites family relations in it.

-Thought he would propose to you. his mom would like it.

- You're perfect for a wife.

-But your mouth.

-God melts as soon as your lips touch his skin.

-Always trembles when you kiss and touch him.

-Just looking at your lips makes me have sexual thoughts.

-When this happens, he runs away to the forest to calm down.

Brahms Heelshire

- You started as his babysitter so he already saw those domestic qualities in you.

-you were jealous of the doll. he wanted you to kiss him, not a doll!!!

-he loved your food, eyes, style, laundry, cleaning. everything about you and about you.

-Your love made him start a little but it helps you a little.

-Home wife, god loved it.

-But your lips and goodnight kisses.

-I'll tell you it jumped on something other than just one goodnight kiss.

Bubba

-You survived because you were perfect to take care of their home.

-Imagine how messy and muck there was.

-You've gone to work ever since.

-Bubba watched your actions from the sidelines and felt your heart beat every time you looked at him with a smile.

-You were cooking and Bubba was sure he was in love with you.

-He already knew you would be his wife.

-But when did you kiss him for the first time? God. he was in heaven.

-Your mouth drove him crazy.

-You turned him on and you didn't even do anything."

-He had to deal with the problem for a while. please leave him alone for now.

Thomas Hewitt

- whatever, but he knew you'd be the perfect wife.

-he knew it from the moment you helped Luddy May in the shop.

"But when did you start showing love to him?"

-It melted.

-Love for you grew involuntarily.

Your family already considered you a member of the family.

-But Thomas secretly thought you were the perfect wife for him.

- She'll tell you one evening.

-Do you want to excite him?

-kiss his hands, tell him how strong and beautiful he is.

-I don't promise you won't scream his name tonight.

Bo Sinclair

-At first he had a plan to take you to the basement in his workshop, but when you started talking to him with such love in your voice.

- He's held off for now.

He let you into the house and told you to stay there.

-He came back in the evening and was in complete shock to find the house tidy, dinner ready and you talking to Vincent.

-Can you feel jealous? maybe a little?

-But it passed quickly when you ran up to him, asked how his day was.

-Did you offer dinner, back massage, beer?

-God.

- You were perfect and you knew each other for one day.

-It took him a while to admit to himself that he loves you.

-Another plus about you is those plump lips.

-Bo loves to kiss, to see on his body.

-But he loves it best when they're wrapped around his cock.

Vincent Sinclair

-How did it come about in your home behavior?

-he himself don't know.

-It just kind of worked out.

You treated him normally

You didn't judge, you wanted to spend time with him.

- you kept it clean, you prepared the food.

-Even his brothers liked you.

-He fell in love with the feeling of your lips on his.

- He even noticed that he often painted them in different situations.

"When there's more going on between you two, she'll kiss you fervently."

-You have his lips on yours all the time

[poisonedfate]

hi <3 for that ask game, merthur #16? if you need details then i request fluffy merthur having breakfast in bed but i'll leave it up to you!!

send me prompts

16 - "You're getting crumbs all over my bed":

As soon as Merlin, along with the breakfast tray he was carrying, were what he deemed "close enough" to Arthur, he plopped down on the bed, legs dangling over the edge of it, the rest of him pressed comfortably in the messed up sheets. One more barely-there effort was made to push said breakfast towards Arthur before he let out a sigh that had been building up in his chest, allowing the softness of the bed to draw him in. 

"Good morning to you, too," Arthur muttered - if an eye roll were to be a tone in which one spoke, this would probably be it. Merlin just groaned in response. Arthur no longer questioned his antics, and Merlin had it in good confidence that Arthur quite liked having him in his bed. The other even let him have a few minutes of (almost) complete silence before speaking. 

"Why are you so tired today then?" the prince asked between bites, offering Merlin his usual cue for his complaints of the day - or rather, the day before. 

Today, however, Merlin didn't have any good reasons to give, so, instead, he decided to do the second-best thing.

"Well, because you treat me like an animal."

"I do not-," Arthur immediately countered, only to be interrupted by Merlin peaking up at him with one eye, beaming. 

The prince's unimpressed look was the last thing he saw before shutting his eyes again, though Arthur's expression had quickly changed to an amused one by the time Merlin was forced to look up again, a grape bouncing off his forehead. He feigned offence, as he propped himself up on one arm, but Arthur simply raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded his head as if to say 'this is what you get'. Merlin felt around the bed, looking for the poor abandoned grape - thankfully, it had rolled closer to him, tucked in between the bed and his side. Without taking his eyes off Arthur, he threw the grape in his own mouth, chewing on it more aggressively than any normal person would, making Arthur chuckle. 

He grabbed a handful of the grapes that were still left on the tray, before lying back down, smiling to himself. 

"Hey!"

"Sharing is caring."

"This isn't sharing, it's stealing."

"Stealing is......feeling," Merlin quickly retorted before adding, "and stop talking with your mouth so full."

He could hear Arthur shift for a moment, already knowing what was about to come.

"Don't tell me what to do," the prince answered, more muffled than before, mouth as full as he could get it. Merlin only groaned again.

"You're getting crumbs all over my bed."

"Your bed?" Arthur exclaimed, still half-muffled. Merlin stared at the ceiling, eyebrows slightly furrowed, wondering why that was the thing he had decided to say in the first place. 

"Well, I make it and keep it clean, I put you in it and take you out of it. You merely use it. I think by all accounts it's more mine than it is yours," he finally answered after a few moments. 

Arthur was silent then - as if he was actually considering what Merlin had said.

"Does that mean I'm yours too? You dress me and feed me and so on, I merely use this body-," Merlin interrupted him with a glare, though it didn't wipe off the stupid smile that had appeared on Arthur's face.

"I think I'm going to be sick," 

"Hey! It would be a privilege-"

"A privilege? You are a pain in my backside," Arthur faked offence at that just as Merlin had done earlier. 

"How dare you?" the prince leaned closer, positioning himself so that his face was now almost directly above Merlin's own. 

"What are you going to do? Throw more fruit at me?" he asked, tapping the grape he was holding between his fingers against Arthur's mouth before putting it between his own lips. A redness crept into Arthur's cheeks and Merlin couldn't help himself, as he put his weight on one of his arms again, getting even closer to the other.

"No? Didn't think so. Now why don't you get out of my bed and start your day, sire," he smiled, placing a quick kiss near - but not on - Arthur's mouth. 

"You," he paused, kissing Merlin on the lips this time, "can't tell me what to do."

"Ah, see, apparently, you're all mine so I think I can," Merlin smiled, leaping out of bed and out of Arthur's reach. 

[tobiasdrake]

Digimon Adventure 02x09 - Rampaging Power of the Evil Ring / The Emperor's New Home

Previously on Digimon Adventure: The Chosen Children finally met Ken Ichijouji. Daisuke got the respect of his idol, Miyako got a new crush, Poromon got physical trauma, and Daisuke went back and got some emotional trauma out of jealousy. He called dibs first; All-a y'all fuck off.

Though they aren't partitioned in the usual "Part 1, Part 2, etc." way, this is actually part 2 of the previous episode, which ended kinda abruptly. We pick up not just where we left off, but a little earlier.

We open by replaying Ken's departure.

Ken: It's no coincidence. It's exactly what you think. Daisuke: It... It can't be. Ichijouji Ken! Ken: I'll concede defeat for today. But from now on, I'm going to fight you seriously. AHAHA AHAHAHAHA!!!

Ken pounces atop a passing Airdramon and whisks away to plot his next move.

Instead of sticking with Daisuke, however, we follow Ken back to his base of operations. Wormmon is waiting to greet the Kaiser, so I guess he fucked right off after Ken-chan fell down that hill.

When Ken approaches, Wormmon cutely squibbles over onto his foot.

Wormmon: Ken-chan, are you okay?

The Kaiser silently kicks Wormmon over onto his back and keeps walking. He enters his command center and takes his seat, silently watching the monitors.

Wormmon: The sun's setting. Ken: ...

On one of the screens, Ken's eyes are fixed on an interview he gave to a reporter.

Reporter: We're here today to take an honest look at the boy genius Ichijouji Ken. Ken: I haven't really done anything special. Reporter: You say that, but I bet you must be working really hard behind closed doors. Ken: No, not really. Reporter: They say genius is 1% talent and 99% sweat, don't they? Ken: I suppose.

1% 才能 saino and 99% 汗 ase is the same idea as "10% inspiration, 90% perspiration" but Japan has different proportions. I guess they work harder than we do.

That's okay. At least ours rhymes.

The dub skips over the replay of Ken's departure and starts right at him returning to his base. The ominous silence following him is immediately filled.

Wormmon: (thinking) Uh-oh. The Emperor's not in a good mood today, which is like every other day! Maybe I can cheer him up. Wormmon: Hey, Ken, did you hear the one about the man who--OOF!!! (Emperor kicks Wormmon over and keeps walking) Wormmon: I guess you heard that one already. (Emperor sits in his chair) Wormmon: Master, what are you watching? Emperor: ... Reporter: Join us as we talk with young genius Ken Ichijouji Ken: I'm just your average boy genius. Reporter: You're so modest! Do you spend a lot of time studying? Ken: Some geniuses do but I'd rather play soccer. Reporter: Ahaha! And funny too! They say genius is 1% brains and 99% hard work! Do you think that's true? Ken: Mine's 2%.

...we have a phrase for that. You could just use ours.

In the original, Wormmon points out that the sun's going down, implying that Ken should be heading home soon. Today's activities have finished. But he's not going home. He's here. Lost in his own mind and giving Wormmon the silent treatment again.

Dub Wormmon starts us off all wrong by describing Ken's mood today as "like every other day". Coupled with cutting out the repeat of his confrontation with Davis, and we're a little confused on the timeframe. This could just as well be a new day.

Reporter: By the way, you're still in elementary school so I'd assume you like animals. Do you have any pets? Ken: No, my family lives in a condo that doesn't allow pets. Reporter: Is that so? You live in a surprisingly normal place for a boy genius, don't you? Ken: I suppose.

Though the interview continues to play, the Kaiser isn't watching it directly anymore. He slumps in his chair, looking silently down at the floor, visibly depressed.

Reporter: In places like America, there's a grade skipping system in place so that even children your age can attend college. Would you like to skip ahead? Ken: Well, we don't have a system like that in Japan so there's not much point in thinking about it. Reporter: But if we did have a system like that, wouldn't you like to skip ahead? Ken: I suppose.

There's a pattern to these questions. Ken gives an initial response, the reporter then pushes him to talk about what an unrelatable super-mega ultra-genius he is, and Ken falls back on his shrugging non-answer.

In the dub:

Reporter: Eheh, you are funny! And to think you came from such humble beginnings in an everyday apartment building. Are you glad you're just a normal, average kid? Ken: Yeah! (snarky) There's absolutely nothing I love more than being average. Reporter: So, you've mastered chess, 3-D chess, and the Donkey Madness video game. Is there anything you can't handle? Ken: Hehe, reporters. Reporter: Aha! The big question on everyone's mind is: What does a genius do for fun when he's not solving complex math problems? Though I know that math is already more fun than most people can handle. Ken: Well, I'm always busy writing one of my computer programs. But like I said earlier, my favorite thing to do is play soccer. Reporter: I'm sure you'll be a big success at that too, Ken. I don't see how anything could possibly get in your way!

Ken's smug and self-assured here, but this otherwise comes off as a fairly normal interview. What they seem to be going for here is a bitter irony. The reporter kissing Ken's ass and Ken answering smarmily contrasted with the weight of the Kaiser's multiple defeats.

Flashing back, Ken recalls being there on that day.

Reporter: Thank you very much, and keep up the good work (ganbatte) on your studies. Ken: Thank you.

She gives Ken a pat on the shoulder, then departs. Ken is left alone with his teacher.

Teacher: Thank you for your effort, Ichijouji-kun. Ken: No, it was nothing.

Ken brushes off his shoulder as if trying to disinfect himself from being touched.

Teacher: No, you really helped us out. You've done wonders for our school's reputation. Ken: Well, I'm happy to be of service. Teacher: By the way, on a more personal note....

The teacher leans in conspiratorially as he makes his offer.

Teacher: Perhaps I could convince you to 'tutor' my daughter....

The predatory smile and lascivious tone in his voice as he quietly makes this offer make his true intentions pretty clear. He's trying to matchmake his kid with the boy genius. Ken shoots the teacher a sharp disgusted glare before composing himself.

Teacher: (more casually) What do you think? I would compensate you accordingly. Ken: Someone as young as me couldn't possibly be an appropriate tutor for a teacher's daughter. Please find someone else to do it. Teacher: (disappointed) That right? Yeah, I guess. Sorry, sorry.

And he's offering Ken a salary to do it. God, some parents are fucking gross.

Even without that, the teacher is subtly presented here as a predatory opportunist. Note that it's now been a recurring plot point that Ken's unparalleled skill and brilliance has no clear explanation. And yet, the teacher mentions Ken being a boon to the school's reputation.

The school is taking credit for the phenomenon that is Ichijouji Ken. While Ken's gross-ass teacher seeks to opportunistically claim Ken for his family lineage.

All of this, from the reporter to the teacher, serves to paint a portrait of Ken's life.

In the dub:

Reporter: Well, that about wraps it up. Thanks for your time, Ken. (pat) Best of luck. Ken: You're welcome! Teacher: That went well, don't you think, Ken?

Once the reporter's gone, Ken drops into his wicked voice that he uses as the Digimon Emperor.

Ken: Of course. I always look good to the press! Teacher: That 1%/2% stuff was brilliant! Although I'm not really sure I understand it! Ken: I'll explain it to you later. Teacher: There's something else you can help me with too! (Teacher leans in conspiratorially) Teacher: How do you get past Level 4 on Donkey Madness? I just can't get the scepter! (Ken shoots the teacher a sharp, disgusted glare, then composes himself) Teacher: Of course, you know I wouldn't tell anyone else your gaming secrets. Ken: (returning to public facade voice) I'd be glad to tell you everything I know! I'll even come over and help you play the game. That is, of course, if you don't think you're too old to be playing video games, hm? Teacher: (disappointed) Oh, yeah. Too old. I always forget that I'm an adult....

Censored that inappropriate request straight into the bowels of Donkey Madness.

Teacher: Oh! It's getting late. I should probably head home.

As the teacher departs, Ken turns to leave. But suddenly the teacher calls after him.

Teacher: Oh, right! Could I ask you for one more thing? Ken: What is it?

The teacher holds out his computer.

Teacher: Signature?

Ken autographs the teacher's laptop, making it out to the teacher's daughter Yuriko-chan.

Ken: Will this do? Teacher: YES, THANK YOU!!! Oh, the signature of the boy genius Ichijouji Ken! She's gonna be thrilled!

Taking the computer, the teacher finally leaves. Ken's face hardens as he watches his teacher walk away.

Ken: Tch!

Fuck everybody but also fuck that guy in particular.

In the dub:

Teacher: Oh! Look at the time. I gotta get to my Advanced Joystick class. (Ken starts to leave) Teacher: Oh! Could you do just one last thing for me, Ken? Ken: (annoyed) Rrrgh... What is it!? Teacher: Um... Autograph?

The dub edits Ken's autograph to read "Good luck with Donkey Madness!" in English, but oddly leaves the actual signature itself in Japanese.

Ken: (patronizingly) Here you go! Teacher: Thanks, Ken! You are the best! Even better than a graphics accelerator card! WOOF, the guys will be jealous! (Teacher leaves and Ken's expression turns to a glare) Ken: Fool!

In the dub's take on Ken's encounter with his teacher, all we get is that Ken's a condescending asshole. His teacher is nothing but supportive and encouraging. A bit of a goof, but undeserving of the hostility that Ken shows him.

From here, we return to the Kaiser's command center for a moment to see him still slumped down in his chair.

Wormmon: Ken-chan?

Still, Wormmon's concern falls on deaf ears. The Kaiser enters into another flashback, returning home. As he opens the door, his mother peeks out into the hall.

Mother: Oh, welcome home! Dinner is ready.

This exchange gives us a bit of an understanding of the timeframe we're working in. Ken eats dinner with his parents, so this is well before the practice of his mom delivering his dinner to his room on a cart became normal.

Mother: I saw you on the TV just now, Ken-chan. They were shooting over in the park, weren't they? Mama should have gone over to watch. Father: That was great! Especially that 1% talent and 99% sweat part!

Ken closes his chopsticks, places them on the table, and stands up.

Ken: I suppose.

That was the fucking reporter who said that you--

Mother: What's wrong? Ken: One second.

Ken excuses himself from the table and goes up to the roof, looking out through the fence at the city beyond. Grabbing hold of the bars, he screams at the top of his lungs.

Ken: YOU WORMS!!!

Linguistic note: The word Ken uses to deride the people around him here is 虫けら mushikera. This can generally mean "insect" but can also specifically refer to "worms". And is used as a derogatory insult to throw at someone who is beneath you.

I believe the more specific meaning is relevant here, as it creates an obvious parallel to his Partner Digimon.

In the dub:

Wormmon: Cheer up, you can destroy somebody tomorrow! (Flashback to family dinner) Mother: Oh, Ken, honey! Your dinner is ready, dear! (Ken comes inside) Mother: Ken, it's getting cold! It's your favorite, dear. Liver, squash, and lumpy mashed potatoes! Father: Saw you on the TV today, tiger. Soon you're gonna need a stick to keep all of the ladies away. Just like your old dad. Ken: (sigh; gently) I've lost my appetite. (Ken stands up suddenly, startling his parents) Mother: Well, what's the matter? Ken: Nothing.... (Ken goes up to the roof) Ken: Look at all of those fools out there. Dreaming away their meaningless lives. Running around like rats in a maze. Not one of them is worth half of what I'm worth! RRRRRRRGH!!! NOTHING BUT FOOLS!!!

Again, the thorns stuck in Ken are removed here, and he's just played as one-note egotistical shit. Throughout these flashbacks, all of the nuance that's here to flesh out his character and convey why he's so bitter, misanthropic, and self-involved get sanded off, replaced with jokes and wickedness.

Original Ken is alienated by the way the world treats him. Dub Ken alienates himself through his patronizing temperament.

Returning to the Kaiser's command center one more time, he rises from his chair, walks to what passes for a wall in this nebulous void, and types on an invisible keyboard.

Wormmon: Ken-chan... Right now, you're thinking about all kinds of complicated things... many of which I wouldn't be able to understand, huh?

The Kaiser doesn't answer. He silently keeps working at his console, filling the command center only with the sound of his keystrokes. On the screen, his Dark Digivice seems to be the subject of his programming this time.

Even though the sun's gone down and he should be getting home soon....

In the dub:

Wormmon: Master? Master? Master, I-- (Ken stands up) Wormmon: Oh! (Ken walks to his computer) Wormmon: Don't be depressed. I've got an idea. Let's grab some Dark Rings. We'll capture a couple of innocent Digimon and make their lives absolutely miserable. That should make you happy!

"The Emperor is depressed for no particular reason and thinking about how much he hates people" is as deep as the dub's reading of this whole opening goes.

With that, it's time to move over to the protagonists of our show. The dub takes its first commercial break here to mark this transition.

New day, new team meeting at Computer Club. And boy, does Daisuke have a whopper of intel to deliver.

Koushiro: The Digimon Kaiser is...!? Daisuke: Yeah! It's the boy genius Ichijouji Ken! Chibimon: I had a bad feeling about him!

Nice try, but no, you didn't. If anyone gets to claim credit for disliking Ken from the start, it's Iori.

Iori: How could someone so talented and brilliant do something like this? Hikari: I can't believe it.... Takeru: That reminds me. Last time I turned on the TV at home, they were talking about Ichijouji Ken. Koushiro: (considering) The Digimon Kaiser was this close to us... (announces) Let's look into this. Takeru: Eh? Into what? Koushiro: Let's get in direct contact with Ichijouji Ken-kun.

The inevitable next step from finding out who he is: We're going to go jump him in an alleyway and beat the shit out of him have a pleasant conversation with him in the human world and try to work out our differences.

In the dub:

Izzy: You mean Ken is the Digimon Emperor!? Davis: Right! And, as Emperor, he's not just a genius; He's an evil genius! DemiVeemon: And a super-evil genius at that! Cody: I just don't understand why such a talented and smart person would want to use their gifts to hurt others. Kari: He seemed so nice. T.K.: You know, there was a report on him on TV yesterday. I saw it on that show "The Genius Parade". Izzy: (considering) ... Kari: I can't believe the Digimon Emperor is a kid like us! Izzy: (announces) Let's find him. T.K.: What!? Find him!? Izzy: Yeah! We'll track him down and confront him outside the Digital World.

Mostly solid, though they take a moment to emphasize that Ken's super-mega-ultra-evil in case that didn't come across yet. The dub really does not want you sympathizing with the Digimon Emperor.

Also I just find it funny that Izzy makes the mistake of covering his mouth while he thinks aloud, allowing his kleptomaniacal costars to steal his line from him.

So, Koushiro has a plan but not everyone's interested in talking shop right now.

Upamon: Whatever, who cares. I'm hungry dagyaa! Koushiro: Ah, yeah. Miyako-san sure is late.

Summoned by the calling of her name, Miyako appears! Throwing open the door and entering Computer Club with an I-Mart bag full of her parents' financial distress.

Miyako: Hey-hey-hey! Sorry to keep you guys waiting

Four out of five Digimon dogpile on her bag, though Poromon hangs back.

Chibimon: CHOCOLATE!!! Tailmon: CHEESE FISH CAKES!!! Upamon: JELLY DRINKS!!! Patamon: ICE CREAM!!! Poromon: I want kanpyoumaki from Iori-san's mother! Miyako: (wryly) So, you don't want anything? Poromon: ACK!!! I DO, I DO!!!

Finally, Poromon joins the dining Digimon. The children watch their Partners ravenously devour it all.

Miyako: He's so picky about his food.

Look, just be glad that the part where you have to manually clean your V-Pet's poop off the floor has been quietly ignored. Gonna go out on a limb and say the Japanese team worked out a solution for that on Day 1 and the American team makes Davis do it.

In the dub:

Upamon: Does this plan include a part where we get to eat? Izzy: For you, anything! Hey, I wonder where Yolei could be?

She's getting the food. Did you not know that? What were you about to feed Upamon? Pencil shavings?

Yolei: Hey, everybody! Sorry I'm late but look what I've got! DemiVeemon: CHOCOLATE!!! Upamon: COOKIES!!! Gatomon: FISH!!! Patamon: ICE CREAM ICE CREAM ICE CREAM!!! (Poromon doesn't join the others) Upamon: You're the best, Yolei! You could be head chef of the cafeteria one day! Yolei: (wryly) So, you're not hungry? Poromon: WHAT!?!? (Poromon joins the others and they all dig in) Yolei: I'm surprised they didn't eat my arm right off.

Compounding consequences of past creative decisions. Poromon's unfulfilled desire to try that kanpyoumaki turning into an obsession has been a running joke that the dub has elected to ignore. Consequently, they're left with nothing to put here as to why Poromon held back and didn't join the others right away.

The result is a really awkward gag where Poromon needs to be encouraged to join in due to what is now a random and unexplained hesitancy.

Miyako: Also!

Miyako pulls a magazine out of her bag and holds it out to Daisuke.

Miyako: There's something in here about Ichijouji Ken. Daisuke: WHAT!?!?

Daisuke rips the magazine out of her hand so hard she grunts in shock.

Miyako: Ack! You don't have to be so rough!

Daisuke flips through the magazine until he finds what he's looking for. The article is about that programming contest Ken won, with the professor that was interviewed on the news. It also has a nice photo of Ken's pleasant smile.

Daisuke: Ahh, here it is! Iori: Just looking at this... He wouldn't seem like the kind of person who'd do those awful things. Hikari: He has a kind smile.... Takeru: Well, I guess appearances can be deceiving. Koushiro: Let me see that, please.

Koushiro takes the magazine and checks the article for himself.

Koushiro: Oh, it's this boy? I've seen him a few times.

Koushiro had no idea who were talking about this whole time. Junior team just started throwing the name Ichijouji Ken around as if everybody's been cyber-stalking him. XD

Miyako: He's what you'd call a real Chosen Child! Daisuke: (offended) What's that supposed to mean!? You saying that just because he's so smart!? Miyako: He's not just smart. He's got a pretty face too! Iori: He's also an exceptional athlete. Daisuke: WELL I'M SORRY THAT I'M NOT AN EXCEPTIONAL ATHLETE!!! Group: ... Koushiro: ^_^;; H-Hey... We should try contacting Ichijouji Ken-kun.... Daisuke: How?

Nobody points it out. They leave Daisuke hanging there in his self-inflicted humiliation.

In the dub:

Yolei: Oh! I found this! There's an article in it about Ken! Davis: (snatch) I'll take that! Yolei: HEY!!! You gave me a papercut! (Davis flips through and finds the article) Davis: Yeah, that's him! The evil kid! Cody: Who would think that such a normal-looking boy could be the Digimon Emperor? Kari: His smile makes him look so gentle.... T.K.: Uh, yeah, but his haircut makes him look like you, Kari.

Okay, fair criticism of the character design. XD

Izzy: Let me see it! (Izzy takes the magazine) Izzy: Ohhh, this kid! I've seen him on the news before. Yolei: Look at his IQ! He could program my computer any day! Davis: Are you crazy!? He may be smart but that guy is completely rotten to the core! Yolei: Well, he's not just smart. He's got dashing good looks, too! Cody: And he's also really athletic. Davis: Rrrrgh! Hey, I'm just as good at sports as that guy is! Group: ... Izzy: Okay, okay! Don't get your knickers in a twist, Davis! Let's just find him! Davis: What are knickers? Izzy: Never mind!

Solid. The dub plays Davis's awkward silence punchline in the opposite direction. In the original, the vibe is a sort of "...uh, you said it, not me...." awkwardness. While here it's a sort of, "...sure, man, whatever helps you sleep at night...." awkwardness.

Getting back on track, Koushiro teaches the junior team how to really cyber-stalk someone.

Sitting at the computer, Koushiro holds the magazine with one hand so he can study it while typing with the other.

Koushiro: Look at the background of this photo. Haven't you seen that somewhere before? Miyako: Now that you mention it.... Koushiro: This picture was probably taken around here....

On the monitor, Koushiro uses the cursor to circle a small area of a map. Hikari points at a spot.

Hikari: Oh, so then the building is here! Koushiro: That's right. In other words.... Daisuke: Ichijouji Ken lives somewhere around there!

In the dub:

Izzy: I'll use my map program to locate the apartment building behind Ken in this picture. Yolei: Looks like a nice place to live. Davis: Yeah, if living next to a heartless kid who wants to rule the world is nice! Izzy: If my calculations are correct, he should live... right around here. Kari: (points) Yeah! I know that area! Izzy: You smudged my screen! Davis: I think there's an apartment building right there under Kari's fingerprint!

XD That got me.

But also, "Have I mentioned in the last minute that Ken is super evil?"

The constant reminders of what a vile piece of shit he is almost feel like an overreaction to the original script playing him sympathetically earlier. But it's specifically Davis doing it, so it's more likely that they're playing up his "WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL IN LOVE WITH THIS GUY!?!?" freakout and extending it across the whole scene.

Daisuke is thoroughly disenchanted but Miyako is still crushing hard and even Iori's found nice things to say about him. So it does fit that Davis keeps reminding everyone that, uh, hey, we hate him. You remember that we hate him, right?

Cut to the Ichijouji residence. The sun's going down, and Ken's parents are getting a little nervous. His mother goes out into the hall, looking at Ken's closed door.

Father: Well? Mother: It looks like he's not going to come out today either. Father: He's been in there ever since that soccer game. He won't even go to school. What is he thinking!? Mother: What do we do? How are we supposed to handle this? Father: Did you talk to his teacher at school? Mother: His teacher said we should just let Ken-chan be Ken-chan. Father: The hell is that supposed to mean!? Mother: They said that he's so smart, we can't possibly understand what's going on in his head. So they've given up. Father: (angry) That's just irresponsible! Mother: What should we do? Father: Tell you what, I'm breaking down the door. Mother: EH!?!? Isn't that a bit excessive? Father: What else can we do!?

Ken's father smashes the door open with his shoulder, bursting into Ken's bedroom. But they don't find their suddenly solitary child avoiding school inside. The room is empty.

Ken hasn't been skipping school. Ken is gone.

Father: Ken!?

Ken's father goes out onto the balcony, but Ken isn't there either. While he's looking around, Ken's mother investigates his computer. And there, she finds his note left typed out on a note in the center of his screen.

Mother: PAPA, COME LOOK AT THIS!!!

Ken's father comes quickly, reading it out for us.

Father: What!? "I have no place in this world anymore. Goodbye, you worms." What's that supposed to mean!? Mother: WHY!? WHYYYYY!?!?

Mom's a bit quicker on the uptake. We know what Ken means by that but out-of-context, that's a suicide note. ...and in-context, it kind of is too. Ken made a choice after revealing his identity to Daisuke. Ichijouji Ken is dead to the human world. He's never going back.

In the dub:

Mother: Ken! Ken...? Father: What's up? Mother: Well, usually I hear the furious scribble of him doing math problems. But today, nothing. Father: Hmm, he's been awfully quiet since that soccer game. Mother: I don't want to barge in. I might set off one of his booby traps. Father: When you met with his teacher, did he say anything at all to you? Mother: No, all his teacher could talk about was something called Donkey Madness. Father: Donkey Madness!? Mother: I know! It's strange! I mean, we don't even own a donkey! Father: (angrily) Let's go in there! Mother: Oh, should we do that? Father: I say we break down the door! Mother: WHAT!?!? No, don't break it down! Father: Well, I've gotta break something! (Father breaks the door down) Father: Ken? (Father looks around while Mother finds the note) Mother: Ahh! Look at this! Father: What's this!? "Goodbye to all of you. Your trivial lives will plague me no longer. My destiny awaits." Rrrrgh NO!!! He's run away! Mother: (cries loudly)

Donkey Madness seems to have seriously triggered Ken's dad. He must not be very good at the game.

Unsurprisingly, Ken's phrasing is rewritten to definitely not be a suicide note, and Ken's dad even explains how we're supposed to interpret it. Can't go that dark on FOX Kids.

Since Ken didn't leave a body, he's going to be reported missing, not dead. So it's not that much of a change. Just a tonal one.

Outside the complex, the Chosen Children arrive... right around the same time as the police.

Daisuke: Is this it? Iori: (looking over papers) According to the map Koushiro-san gave us, it has to be this condominium. (Sirens grow louder as police cars approach the building) Miyako: Eh? Looks like something's happened. Group: ... Daisuke: Let's check it out.

The children hurry down the sidewalk to the front of the building, where they overhear three people gossiping about what's going on.

Gossip: Apparently Ken-chan from the Ichijouji family has gone missing.

Ken's parents are standing in front of the doors, giving testimony to the police.

Father: Yeah... I don't understand what happened.... Iori: Missing? Daisuke: Where would he go?

Cut to the Digimon Kaiser in his command center, working at his wall keyboard. Then we go to commercial.

In the dub, they actually are going with my joke suggestion to jump Ken and beat the shit out of him.

Davis: Here it is! This is the place where we stop Ken once and for all! Cody: (looking over papers) Okay, I wrote down a battle plan. (Sirens) Yolei: Uhhh, does it involve the police? Davis: Huh!? Group: ... Davis: Man, that kid's trouble! (The kids go around to the front) Gossip: Little Ken Ichijouji is missing and no one has any idea where he might be. Father: I think... he's run away from home.... Cody: Run away from home? Davis: I bet I know where he's gone! (Cut to Emperor's command center) Wormmon: Speak to me. Just two words. One, even.

Again, since he didn't leave a body, they can only say he's missing despite the dark tone of his suicide note. So here, the two tones shore back up with each other, though the dub's still taking care to emphasize that he's a runaway and not a missing person.

The dub also foregoes the commercial break here, kicking it out to later.

Following the commercial break, it's a new day. The junior team meets with Koushiro again at Computer Club.

Koushiro: Word is that Ichijouji Ken-kun has been missing since Sunday. Hikari: They didn't know he was gone until yesterday. Iori: And it's Tuesday today. Koushiro: (considers) Then that makes two days....

I appreciate Iori for giving us an exact timeframe but also it's funny that he needed to tell Koushiro that. Very awkward exposition.

Koushiro turns on the computer and brings up their territory map. It's covered in black squares.

Takeru: There's so many more black regions! Koushiro: It would seem that Ichijouji Ken-kun has been in the Digital World all this time. Daisuke: Eh!? Why!? Koushiro: He intends to remain there for the foreseeable future and steadily expand the black regions. Hikari: What does that mean? Takeru: Could he be planning to stay in the Digital World... And never come back to the real world!?

Iori picks up the magazine, looking somberly at Ken's smiling, seemingly happy photo.

Iori: ...he might be. Miyako: EHH!?!? He wants to spend the rest of his life in the Digital World? That's weird. Koushiro: In any case, this will make things much more difficult going forward.

It will. That's definitely true. Ken gets to be the Digimon Kaiser full-time now. They may have a numeric advantage on him but he just gained the advantage of time. He never has to go home or go to school. This is his life now.

The dub's already let Davis claim credit for the revelations that Izzy's about to give them, so it continues from that track.

Izzy: I think you're right. Ken is probably in the Digital World, but it's dangerous to just rush in there. Kari: But the longer we wait, the more time he has to plot against us. Cody: We need to make a new plan. Izzy: (considers) Hmm... We need to know what Ken's doing. Let's check the computer. (Izzy pulls up the map) T.K.: Does that mean what I think it means!? Izzy: Ken is taking over areas in the Digital World faster than ever before! Davis: Well then let's go! Izzy: We can't afford to be reckless! Remember the expression: Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Kari: So what do you think we should do? T.K.: You know, being a fool is really low on my priority list but I can't just sit here and do nothing! (Cody picks up the magazine) Cody: Why do evil geniuses have to be so evil!? Yolei: Ugh! He doesn't look capable of causing such trouble, y'know! Izzy: Well, he is! And don't let yourself forget it!

I see where the dub is coming from here. The revelation of where Ken went is pretty obvious. For the Chosen Children, it's the first thing they should naturally assume, so it makes sense that the DigiDestined pick up on it immediately.

But that leaves them with nothing to discuss for this scene, so they end up vamping for time. Consequently, despite how obvious Ken's whereabouts are, the Chosen Children get to more closely examine the circumstances of his depature: How long he's been gone and what his intentions are.

Daisuke: We're going too! Iori: At this hour? Daisuke: We'll work something out!

According to the clock, we're coming up on 5 PM in a couple minutes. For context, the Japanese school day typically ends around 3. ...no idea what they've spent the last two hours on since it seems like "club activities" just started a moment ago.

Hikari: We should go anyway. Takeru: That's right. MIyako: We'll be right back. Koushiro: Please just take a quick look around and then come back right away. Daisuke: Got it! Miyako: DIGITAL GATE, OPEN!!! CHOSEN CHILDREN, LET'S ROLL!!!

I don't think they're coming straight back.

In the dub:

Davis: Well, I've had enough talk! The clock keeps ticking away and I'm getting ticked off! I want some action! Kari: He's right, so let's get it into gear. T.K.: Yeah! Yolei: I'm with you! Let's fight! Izzy: You've convinced me! No more hesitation! Davis: Excellent! DIGI-PORT OPEN!!! Yolei: Let's go get that evil cute guy! Izzy: I'll be watching over you. Good luck, guys.

The dub does some editing here. The original scene closes with a panning shot over everyone holding out their Digivices to transfer over, then cuts to a closeup of Miyako's face while she says her catchphrase.

The dub puts the closeup of Yolei first for her "evil cute guy" line, then goes to the panning shot of the group while Izzy says his extra line. It also plays the panning shot in reverse for some reason? IDK What that's about.

Then we go to the second commercial break and come back to Yolei's closeup again.

Yolei: IT'S GENIUS STOMPING TIME, LET'S GO!!!

And now they transfer over.

As the Chosen Children enter the Digital World, we cut to the Kaiser in his command center still typing away at his wall keyboard, and then they arrive.

Their destination is a volcanic region with fire shooting out of pits.

Miyako: So hot.... Daisuke: What's this place?

In his command center, the Kaiser's moved back to his chair. He's got a Digivice radar on the central monitor showing the Chosen Children arriving, as well as various screens showing Greymon.

Kaiser: They're here.

Wormmon hugs the Kaiser's ankle and nuzzles him. Ken kicks Wormmon away from him, then approaches one of the Greymon monitors. Wormon flails his legs helplessly on his side.

Wormmon: (teary-eyed) But Ken-chan, we'll be together forever now, won't we? (rights himself) I'm so glad.

Ken offers Wormmon no response. His eyes are fixed on Greymon, and he grins a wicked grin.

Kaiser: Huhuhuhu....

This is a healthy relationship.

In the dub:

Emperor: They're heeeeere... Heh! (The DigiDestined arrive in the volcanic region) T.K.: Look at this land of fire! It's like the movie Land of Fire! Yolei: (irritated) I know. Sure is hot! Davis: Five-star chili hot! (Cut to command center) Wormmon: Why don't you let me fight instead of capturing Greymon? Emperor: You fight? Hmph! (Wormmon nuzzles the Emperor's ankle and gets kicked off) Wormmon: I guess I'll take that as a no. (Wormmon flails helplessly on his side) Wormmon: (teary-eyed) Uh, Master, can I get a little help here? I'm having some trouble standing. (rights himself) I'm okay! (Emperor's attention is fixed on Greymon) Emperor: Hehehehehehehe.... That Control Spire will be their doom....

As usual, the emotional impact of Wormmon being battered and abused is painted over with goofiness and wicked banter.

Back in the volcanic region, the Chosen Children begin their march for the Dark Tower.

Daisuke: Where are you, Ichijouji Ken!?

Ken does not reveal himself, but several Meramon do. They erupt out of the lava pools to block the Chosen Children's path. Each one has an Evil Ring around their neck.

Hikari: MERAMON!!!

Meramon is an Adult-stage Data-attribute Flame Digimon. We got to know one of them back on File Island, where they were the guardian of Mt. Miharashi corrupted by a Black Gear in much the same way that these ones are now.

That Meramon returned later to join Mimi's army and fought in the last battle at the end of the Digital World.

Narrator: Meramon! Their flames and fiery temper burn through everything around them. Their special attack is Burning Fist! Daisuke: They're mine! Let's go! DIGIMENTAL UP!!!

An instrumental version of Break Up plays during evolution, with none of the lyrics because this isn't quite the fuck yeah moment that Daisuke thinks it is and I think we all know what's about to happen.

Fladramon: KNUCKLE FIRE!!!

One Meramon throws a Burning Fist fireball at Fladramon, who responds in kind. Fladramon's attack blows straight through Meramon's slamming into their pec. Meramon absorbs the attack and is no worse for wear.

Daisuke: (confused) Knuckle Fire had no effect? Hikari: Fire attacks might not work on them!

Shockingly, she refrains from calling him baka for that because she has more restraint than I do. Daisuke, you are so green. XD

In the dub:

Davis: Keep your eyes open! Trouble could be anywhere! (Meramon burst from the lava pools) Kari: Meramon! Kari: (rundown) Meramon are very dangerous. They can burn you with their Roaring Flame attack or just by touching you. Davis: Let's show 'em who's boss! DIGI-ARMOR ENERGIZE!!! (Veemon Armor Digivolves into Flamedramon) Meramon: ROARING FLAME!!! Flamedramon: FIRE ROCKET!!! (Flamedramon hits, but the attack fizzles) Meramon: Ehehe.... Davis: Don't do that anymore! You're just tickling him! Kari: I don't think fire attacks are going to work on them!

Davis scolds Flamedramon but like what did you think he was going to do, my guy?

I always love it when the veteran kids give the diegetic rundowns themselves.

Okay, this isn't working. Miyako's turn.

Hawkmon: Miyako-san! Miyako: Okay, let's go! DIGIMENTAL UP!!!

Evolving into his own Armor form, Horusmon spins up a vortex and fires it at the Meramon.

Horusmon: TEMPEST WING!!!!

The wind vortex spreads their flames wildly.

Miyako: STOP!!! YOU'RE JUST FANNING THEIR FLAMES!!!

This is so pitiful, the Meramon aren't even attacking. XD

In the dub:

Hawkmon: My turn. Yolei: Get 'em, Hawkmon! DIGI-ARMOR ENERGIZE!!! (Hawkmon Armor Digivolves) Halsemon: TEMPEST WING!!! (The attack makes things worse) Yolei: HALSEMON, STOP!!! YOU'RE MAKING THE FLAMES BIGGER!!!

While the junior team is humiliating itself, the Kaiser puts his real plan into action elsewhere.

In a forested region elsewhere, five Airdramon descend on Greymon.

Greymon: What's this?

Good question, Greymon. Airdramon, to my knowledge, never gets a rundown. So, real quick, Airdramon is an Adult-stage Vaccine-attribute Mythical Beast Digimon.

They hail from the very first Digital Monster V-Pet, where they were another option for Betamon's evolution alongside Seadramon, Devimon, Meramon, and Numemon. Greymon and Tyranomon come from there as well, but are exclusive evolutions to Agumon.

All of those Digimon have appeared in Adventure thus far, unlike Airdramon. With this debut, the first V-Pet's roster of Adult Digimon is complete.

Four of the Airdramon hang back while a fifth descends slowly in front of Greymon, revealing the Digimon Kaiser mounted on their neck.

Greymon: (defensive) You wanna fight? Kaiser: I want to perform a little experiment, but I'll need your help to do it.

The Kaiser raises his arm and an Evil Ring descends towards Greymon.

Greymon: What are you doing!?

But we cut away before Greymon can get his answer.

In the dub:

Emperor: There's my prey! Greymon: Come and get it! (The Emperor's Airdramon descends towards Greymon) Greymon: What do you say the two of us go at it? One on one. Emperor: As much as I appreciate your offer, Greymon, I'd rather we play Sphere Throw! Greymon: What!? But I hate Sphere Throw!

I love Greymon demanding that the Emperor face him in fisticuffs. XD

Absolutely no idea what "Sphere Throw" is supposed to mean. It's the line the Emperor delivers right before calling down the Dark Ring, which... is not a sphere...?

I can only imagine it's some obscure turn-of-the-century thing but I grew up at the time this was broadcasting and I do not for the life of me recall anything this might be referencing.

Back at the Meramon battle, it's Iori's turn to join the fray.

Iori: Hikari-san, Takeru-san, I'm going in! DIGIMENTAL UP!!!

This time, when Digmon evolves, the full version of Break Up finally begins.

Digmon: BIG CRACK!!!

Digmon's Big Crack takes the whole team at once, plunging all of the Meramon into the lava below.

Iori: We did it!

But the Meramon pull themselves back out of the lava and leap up onto the ground above, no worse for wear. They came from that lava, guys. You're all so bad at this.

Daisuke: Careful, everyone! Miyako: Nothing's working!

Have you tried aiming for the rings? I would try aiming for the rings.

In the dub:

Cody: Nothing is working; It's up to you, Armadillomon! DIGI-ARMOR ENERGIZE!!! (Armadillomon Armor Digivolves) Digmon: ROCK CRACKIN'!!! (Digmon drops the Meramon into the lava) Cody: Way to go! Kari: Look! (The Meramon pull themselves back out and return) Yolei: WATCH OUT!!! Davis: Nothing stops 'em! Yolei: HERE THEY COME!!!

Yolei and Davis swap lines so that Yolei can slip a secret third line in there.

Patamon: Takeru! Takeru: Got it. DIGIMENTAL UP!!!

Once Pegasmon is in the game, he and Horusmon double-team a pair of Meramon.

Horusmon: UDJAT GAZE!!!

Horusmon's Udjat Gaze paralyzes two Meramon where they stand, making them vulnerable to Pegasmon.

Pegasmon: SHOOTING STAR!!!

Pegasmon, in turn, pummels the incapacitated pair with Shooting Stars, none of which actually strike the Evil Rings. Not exactly demonstrating the pinpoint accuracy he showed the Bakemon last episode.

In the dub:

Patamon: My turn? T.K.: LET'S DO IT!!! DIGI-ARMOR ENERGIZE!!! (Patamon Armor Digivolves) Halsemon: TEMPEST WING!!! (Two Meramon freeze) T.K.: It's working! Pegasusmon: STAR SHOWER!!!

It is working, T.K. Udjat Gaze is pretty broken and we should use it more often. Too bad about that follow-up though. Headbonks and crotch-shots, while funny, do little to stem the tide of enemy Meramon.

This fight has been a cavalcade of fuckery. Hikari, show these idiots and Takeru how it's done.

Hikari: Tailmon! Tailmon: Hikari! Hikari: DIGIMENTAL UP!!!

Tailmon goes through her Armor Evolution sequence but then gets narratively snubbed as we cut away to the Digimon Kaiser. Greymon is now under control of an Evil Ring around his neck, while the five Airdramon air-lift him to the battlefield.

Kaiser: Huhuhuhu.... Wormmon: What are you laughing about, Ken-chan? Kaiser: I lost control of Andromon, but if I can evolve one from Adult-stage to Perfect-stage, then I should be able to manipulate them from there. (Kaiser holds the Dark Digivice up) Kaiser: ABSORB THE POWER OF DARKNESS!!! DARK EVOLVE INTO METALGREYMON, BECOME MY SERVANT, AND SWEAR YOUR FEALTY TO ME!!!

The Kaiser's own holy light issues forth from the Dark Digivice. By his power, Greymon evolves.

Oh, errors have been made. This is like watching a train-wreck in slow motion. We know what's going to happen here from the moment he says "Dark Evolve". The Kaiser continues to not have a goddamn clue of what he's doing.

As prompted, Greymon does undergo Dark Evolution, but the form he takes is not MetalGreymon. Welcome back, SkullGreymon.

In the dub:

Kari: Are ya ready? Gatomon: Always am! Kari: DIGI-ARMOR ENERGIZE!!! (Gatomon Armor Digivolves and we cut away to the Emperor) Emperor: Sending Greymon to attack those kids is my best plan yet! Wormmon: But, uh, what about the problems you had with Andromon? Emperor: I learned from my mistakes! If I can make a Rookie Digimon Digivolve while under my control then I can control its other forms as well! Wormmon: Master, you give me chills when you act all tough. Emperor: Oh, be quiet. GREYMON, DIGIVOLVE TO METALGREYMON AND BE MY SLAVE!!!

Rookie... what? At no step of this process has Greymon been in his Rookie form. The Partner Digimon have been hanging out in Champion forms long-term (apparently a thing they can do now) in order to defend their territories from the Digimon Emperor. We just saw that for ourselves.

In the original, Greymon/SkullGreymon does not go through the typical "Greymon SHINKAAAAAA!!!" callout during his evolution sequence. But he does it in the dub.

Dub Emperor does not mention that this is a Dark Evolution. So the original is more informative about what's going on, while in the dub it's more of a shocking twist when SkullGreymon suddenly emerges from the process. Both have their merits.

The dub also uses that shocking twist as a cliffhanger, to play us out to our third commercial break. "Wait WHAT THE FORKS!?!?!?" "Hey kids, wanna buy some Hot Wheels?"

Once SkullGreymon's on the scene, we cut back to Hikari to see how that's going.

Nefertimon: CURSE OF QUEEN!!!

It's going super well, as Nefertimon's Curse of Queen breaks the Evil Rings off two Meramon's necks. I'm going to say those are the paralyzed ones and she's shaming Pegasmon for his poor accuracy today.

Also, she's back to "Curse of Queen" instead of the briefly accurate "Curse of the Queen" she used the first time. Maybe the director corrected her actress between episodes.

Hikari: NOW GO FOR THE DARK TOWER!!!

Yep, today is Hikari's turn to hold the Competency Stick. She's got her eye on the prize.

While Kari sees this as a good spot for a triumphant quip.

Nefertimon: ROSETTA STONE!!! (Nefertimon shoots the two Meramon down) Kari: That's what you get for playing with fire!

Shot with Egyptian queen lasers until you can speak Portuguese is what you get.

No time to celebrate, though. The Digimon Kaiser arrives with his wicked new Digimon in tow.

Hikari: (shocked gasp) Takeru: IS THAT...!?!?

Don't know what Hikari's gasping about. She wasn't there for that.

SkullGreymon is a Perfect-stage Virus-attribute Undead Digimon. He originally evolved by mistake, as a consequence of Taichi corrupting his virtue of Courage. The consequences were disastrous for the Chosen Children, as SkullGreymon proved wildly aggressive and attacked everything indiscriminately.

Narrator: SkullGreymon. Though his body has perished, he remains animated solely through his unrelenting will to fight. His special attack is Ground Zero. Kaiser: (stunned) SkullGreymon...?

The Kaiser fares no better with this Digimon than Taichi did way back when. SkullGreymon's first order of business is to tear out the ropes carrying him, yanking four of the Airdramon to the ground in the process. The only Airdramon still in the air is the Kaiser's personal mount.

Wormmon: Ken-chan... It's SkullGreymon! ...I'm scared.... Kaiser: Tch!

His next order of business is to attack whatever's in reach. In this case, one of the Kaiser's own Meramon, who SkullGreymon swats like a bug.

In the dub:

Kari: (shocked gasp) T.K.: Oh no! It's SkullGreymon! T.K.: (rundown) The only thing more terrifying than his looks are his fighting skills! Especially his Dark Shot attack! Emperor: SkullGreymon!? (SkullGreymon tears himself free and pulls down the Airdramon) Wormmon: Suddenly... This plan doesn't really seem... so good. Emperor: Rrgh!

Solid. Wormmon's delivery is a little awkward because he has to account for the pauses in the original line, but it can be justified by him being so freaked out that it's affecting his ability to string sentences together.

And T.K. is exactly the right character for SkullGreymon's diegetic rundown. Not to mention that having T.K. exclaim SkullGreymon's name and then explain him makes it feel like the Emperor is reacting in real-time to T.K. explaining how bad he fucked up.

Daisuke: What is that thing!? Hikari: It's SkullGreymon! Daisuke: Skull... What was that? Takeru: Run.... Daisuke: Eh? Takeru: We can't beat him in a straight fight!

Despite Takeru's warning, the newer Digimon rush in. Fladramon, Horusmon, and Digmon all go for SkullGreymon at once.

In the dub:

Davis: Can we beat that thing!? Kari: I have no idea! Davis: Not even one? T.K.: I have one. Davis: What!? T.K.: I say we run and then, after that, we run some more!

Solid. The dub does not have Kari call out SkullGreymon by name which makes sense because she wasn't there for that.

The original's acting like Hikari's just as traumatized by SkullGreymon as Takeru is but I sincerely don't know why she would be. Veteran though she is, this is Hikari's first time seeing this shit too.

Fladramon: KNUCKLE FIRE!!!

Fladramon scores direct hits with all of his shots, but his attacks mean nothing to SkullGreymon. The colossal undead titan backhands Fladramon, sending him flying.

Much like the fight with Andromon, it takes only one hit to bring down the Armor Digimon, as Fladramon hits the ground hard and drops out of form.

Daisuke: FLADRAMON!!!

SkullGreymon follows up by punting Digmon across the volcanic terrain, oneshotting him.

Iori: DIGMON!!!

And then he concludes by slapping Horusmon out of the sky.

Miyako: HORUSMON!!!

In the dub:

Flamedramon: FIRE ROCKET!!! (No effect. Flamedramon gets slapped) Davis: He got Flamedramon! (Digmon gets kicked) Cody: DIGMON, NO!!! (Halsemon gets slapped) Yolei: HALSEMON!!!

Not a lot to say here but simple translations like these really call attention to the pronunciation difference between English and Japanese.

Davis needed to add two words because Flamedramon is three syllables, but counterintuitively Fladramon is five. Fu-rei-do-ra-mon.

Cody needed to add one word because there are three syllables in Digmon. Di-gu-mon.

But Yolei's fine because Horusmon is spelled Ho-ru-su-mon but pronounced Hol-su-mon.

With SkullGreymon now advancing on the children, Pegasmon and Nefertimon urge them to get out of here.

Nefertimon: EVERYONE, RUN!!! Hikari: But we have to stay together! Pegasmon: We'll take the other Digimon with us. Find a safe place and wait for us!

Before this discussion can be settled, SkullGreymon halts his march. For the first time, he speaks. To call an attack.

SkullGreymon: GROUND ZERO!!!

SkullGreymon launches the missile from his back. It twirls in the air and sails straight for the Dark Tower.

Kaiser: WHAT!?!? Wormmon: I'm scared!

The impact is clearly modeled after a nuclear blast. Hell, it's specifically named after one so the reference is pretty obvious.

First, a great flash of light. Then a blast wave sweeps across the volcanic region, knocking Pegasmon and Nefertimon out of the air. The Dark Tower crumbles into dust from the impact force.

Daisuke: WHAT IS THAT THING!?!?

We should bring SkullGreymon back to traumatize every new generation of Chosen Children.

In the dub:

Nefertimon: EVERYONE, RUN!!! Kari: But we have to fight SkullGreymon! Pegasusmon: (sarcastic) Yes, great idea. Stay clustered together so you create an easy target! (sincerely) GET TO SAFETY!!! SkullGreymon: DARK SHOT!!! (SkullGreymon fires at the Control Spire) Emperor: (gasp) Wormmon: He's got good aim. (Nuclear blast annihilates the Control Spire) Davis: I SHOULD PROBABLY PUT ON MY GOGGLES!!!

Davis riffs on the animation but I don't know if goggles would help. You need sunglasses here, my guy.

In the original, Hikari's concern was that she didn't want the kids to be separated from the Digimon. Nefertimon and Pegasmon are offering to hold the line while the children get to safety, and Hikari understands what that might entail and doesn't want to go.

Kari is inexplicably gung-ho about keeping the fight going.

Kaiser: A-a failure....

The Kaiser whistles, summoning reinforcements: A horde of DarkTyranomon.

DarkTyranomon is an Adult-stage Virus-attribute Dinosaur Digimon. We met one of them before during Vamdemon's invasion of Odaiba. They were tasked with guarding the prisoners inside the Big Sight convention center, up until Lilimon purified them.

Narrator: DarkTyranomon! A ferocious Digimon infected by a computer virus. Their special attack is Fire Blast!

The horde stomps past the Chosen Children, circling SkullGreymon.

Miyako: More enemies!?

In the dub:

Emperor: YOU WANNA PLAY ROUGH!?!? (Emperor whistles) T.K.: I'm afraid to find out who he's calling! (DarkTyrannomon horde appears) Yolei: What are those things!? Cody: They're DarkTyrannomon! Cody: (rundown) A computer program turned Tyrannomon into the evil DarkTyrannomon! Watch out for his Fire Breath attack! Kari: Why can't we ever fight anything short!? Yolei: Like some mice!

Cody delivering the rundown here makes less sense than the previous two, but I guess it was someone else's turn.

The five DarkTyranomon form a semicircle around SkullGreymon and hit him with their Fire Blasts all at once.

Daisuke: What are they doing!? Takeru: They're attacking one of their own.

Despite everything, the Chosen Children are very slow on the uptake today. I don't know how much more obvious it can possibly get that SkullGreymon isn't under their control. He nuked the Dark Tower!

Ignoring their flames, SkullGreymon slaps the DarkTyranomon aside and grabs one of them. He holds them up in his hand, crushing them for a few seconds, then tosses them down onto a nearby hillside.

Daisuke: He's so strong...! Miyako: But this doesn't make any sense....

SkullGreymon snatches up another DarkTyranomon and hurls them into one of the lava pools. They float unconscious to the surface shortly after so we know they didn't die. DarkTyranomon can swim in lava; It's fine.

Having nothing to do in this scene anymore, the dub kids pass the time by quipping.

Davis: With all that fire, they can bake, broil, and braise him! If he can't stand the heat, he'd better get out of the kitchen! T.K.: Stop! You're making me want to barbecue! (SkullGreymon smacks the DarkTyrannomon aside, then throws one against a hill) Davis: He's throwing them around like ragdolls! Painful! Yolei: Hope he doesn't get the idea to throw us around! (SkullGreymon throws one into the lava pit) Kari: He beat them all single-handed!

At this point, they're just narrating. But. Like. They've got nothing better to do. Our whole protag cast has been reduced to peanut gallery. They stopped being part of this scene as soon as he shot the tower.

Finally, after lava dunking that last DarkTyranomon, SkullGreymon runs out of stamina. He regresses to an unconscious Agumon, with the Evil Ring still latched firmly around his neck.

Hikari: (gasp) Is that...!?

The four Airdramon that SkullGreymon yanked from the sky seem to be doing fine and are back up there. One descends to retrieve Agumon, picking him up by his tail.

Hikari: Agumon? Takeru: Wait, what!? Hikari: AGUMOOOOOOOON!!! Takeru: Taichi-san's Agumon!? Daisuke: What!?

Daisuke needs Takeru to explain why they're freaking out but he gets there.

The Kaiser and his five Airdramon withdraw, taking Agumon with them.

Hikari: WAIT!!! YOU CAN'T TAKE AGUMON!!!

He takes Agumon.

In the dub:

Kari: That's Agumon! (Airdramon descends for Agumon) T.K.: That slimy creature is coming after him! And when I say slimy creature, I mean Ken! (Airdramon picks up Agumon) Kari: AGUMON!!! T.K.: LET HIM GO!!! Kari: AGUMOOOOOOOON!!! T.K.: YOU BETTER NOT HURT HIM, KEN!!! Davis: YEAH, JERK!!! Emperor: From defeat, I snatch another victory! Huhuhuhuhuhu! Kari: T.K., DAVIS, SOMEBODY, DO SOMETHING!!! THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!!!

It takes T.K. a moment to realize we're done doing tongue-in-cheek narration and actually this is serous.

Davis isn't sure what he's supposed to use his line for.

Back in the human world, Koushiro's still waiting for the junior team to report back.

Suddenly, on the map, a ton of white and gray squares fill in as black squares. I remain confused about what the gray squares are supposed to represent.

Koushiro: Huh? The areas that Taichi-san's Agumon were guarding have turned black.

He doesn't have to wait long for explanation. An email arrives soon after from diligent Iori explaining it all.

Koushiro: "Taichi-san's Agumon was captured by the Kaiser"!? "The Dark Digivice made Agumon Dark Evolve into SkullGreymon"! What the hell... Is the Digimon Kaiser trying to destroy the Digital World!?

I mean. He plans to live there forever so probably not, but I understand. Koushiro's freaked out.

That ominous exclamation brings part 2 of this arc to an end.

As usual, the dub rewrites the email lazily so there's only a body, with no subject line or From or To fields.

Izzy: Whoa, that's the strangest thing I've seen since my ethernet configuration collapsed! (gasp) Izzy: What!? "The entire area that Agumon was guarding has been taken over by the Digimon Emperor!" Does that mean that Agumon is under his control!? Or worse yet, what if Agumon's been destroyed!? Then who's next!? If he was able to get Agumon, that means every one of our Digimon are in danger! Narrator: How will the DigiDestined rescue Agumon? The answer on the next Digimon: Digital Monsters.

Narrator lies. There's two more episodes of this arc.

Also, screw whoever sent that email. Really sending him the bare minimum of what just happened, forcing Izzy's imagination to send him into a panic spiral.

Great job, guys. Your bad intel broke Izzy.

Assessment: There are a few things from 02 that I vividly remember and have been looking forward to, and next episode is going to be one of them.

This one starts off really strong, with a deep-dive into Ken's persona. We learn so much about where Ken's coming from. We see his own personal life experience and the way it colors his view of the world; Things that don't justify what he's doing but make him sympathetic and understandable. Ken is what his experiences have made him into. He is the child that all of these people raised.

But it ends kinda weak. The Kaiser's second attempt at controlling a Perfect Digimon blows right up in his face, which is good on paper. But once SkullGreymon actually takes the field, it just feels like repeating the SkullGreymon episode from the first Adventure but without all the interesting character drama.

It's an episode that needed to happen but I wish the cast had more to do. As is, all six of them including Ken basically just run around going "OH SHIT" until SkullGreymon tires out and then break for next episode. The only thing that's learned is that Ken will need to scratch Plan B off the "Control Perfect Digimon" list and figure out a Plan C.

But the fact that he still has Agumon at the end nonetheless sets up some solid tension going into Part 3 of this arc.

[aita-blorbos]

(Main events are canon, though the one that had caused it to occur is pure HC. Trust me when I say that I tried balancing OP's EN and JP dub portrayals to the best of my abilities :'D)

(🦔 <- To recognize later)

AITA for not clarifying exactly where we were moving to my son?

So sorry for the grammatical mistakes you may see here; I've only been recently introduced into this "sub reddit" by my dear son just moments ago, and typing on the cellphone is a struggle on its own. If anyone's the tech-whiz of the house, it's certainly anyone but his old man, I tell you! ^^;

I (50's M) have been married to my dear and beloved wife (50's F) for quite some time now- and, together, we've brought our brilliant son (11 M) into this world. My dear- if there exist any set of words in the English lexicon that would perfectly describe how beautiful, eloquent, and talented my dear wife is, I can assure you that we would be here chattering about all day, and rightfully so!! My kid, meanwhile, I'll tell you what- his mind shines brighter than the most visible star you could ever see! Why, I even have half a mind to say right here and there that there's nobody in this region who is as talented and knowledgeable as my young man over here!

Ah, I do have this tendency to brag about my family for some time now, do I? Hahaha! I sure am aware of this fatal flaw of mine ^^; Almost got distracted from the main topic, now, haven't I? What I've been meaning to say is that I am willing to do anything to keep my family happy and safe- which is why, when my dear boy told me exactly how my recent actions have impacted him, I wanted some outsider perspective as to how badly I've messed up, and exactly how I can properly make it up to him.

You see, not too long ago - and I wish I had a more concrete way of describing what had happened -, while my wife and I were tending to the house, a…bunch of ruffians have managed to land straight from the sky and right into our attic, I shit you all not. More specifically, we were dealing with two young adults, their bipedal feline creature, and a…weird balloon animal that I'm certain is not native to our region. Despite their sudden and rather unwelcome entrance, we have inquired the young man and lady if they were harmed in any way, but the group didn't really bat us and eye and, instead, ran through the main door. They even ignored my wife's offering of free food, especially the malasadas she's proud of- rude! What's done was done, though; our roof was basically totaled beyond belief, and we had to move away in order for the proper repairs to be done.

In order to accommodate my family - especially my son, since his school is quite near our area of residence -, I tried to rent the house right next door to us, but, thanks to several complications and an issue with scheduling, I had to settle for the one that's 3 houses down. Not an issue, though; as long as it got the job done, I was more than happy. It was going to be a temporary displacement- approximately a week, according to the handyfolks, so everything was gonna go right back to normal in no time!

Unfortunately, though, here's where I messed up: though I did try to keep the topic rather lax, it appeared that our kid didn't exactly remember that we were preparing to move. A week before the big day, my dear told me that I ought to start packing as soon as I could, and, in the middle of our conversation, our son barged in, asking for a confirmation on what he had just heard, to which my wife had provided. Seeing that he was already panicking his socks off, I've managed to slip up in that moment up and said that the destination was, and I quote, "farther than I'd like". Before I knew it, my boy dashed off to that little lab I've constructed for him and was basically avoidant the whole day. Knowing how upset he was, my wife and I did give him the space he needed, and we've managed to clarify the situation after some time.

However, it was a tad bit too late; our kid has been in a state of panic throughout all this time, and both he and his friends were under the assumption that we were going to move away from the whole region! My wife's been telling me that it was a silly mistake and all, but I can't help but feel like I've caused unnecessary hurt for my kid.

AITA? And, err, how can I remedy such a mistake of mine..?

Edit: …Can't be too proud and not admit that I've been taking my time scrolling down here- you guys sure need some serious help, huh? {:T

[subway-boss-jericho]

(threataning with art anon) yes! Rambles! Also you are so incredibly real for imagining all that stuff in different mediums (I have had similar experience) wish I could make a full animated film. That would be So Cool.

And! At one time or another I think I’ve read through the majority of the aus, but you are so right I freaking. Love the Mech AU. And coupled (uncoupled) looks like it would a verrry interesting character study (in like a “I wouldn’t do this but ingo would. Huh” kinda way)

help I’m reading them all again

also! I am here to encourage prattling I love prattling (it gives me more ideas for drawing-)

Hiii hii welcome back thank you for continuing to enable me :D

:D Yayy I'm so thrilled you like them. I never know if people actually think my wild bullshit is interesting or they just follow me for one thing (wheeze) ((Which, to be clear, is still totally fair and valid. No shame)) Of the AUs I've uploaded, I think the one that has gotten disproportionately ignored the worst is Coupled (Uncoupled). I am fucking obsessed with the coupled twins, and you're exactly right on the money there because holy Shit it's Such a character-study-rich situation to put them in. They were my in my top 3 indisputably Favorite AUs for a very long time (along with Steady Tracks and Spirit Keeper as the other two) and while I feel like I'm not super vocal about them they're still extremely high on that metaphorical list.

Realistically I could never actually list my Favorites, for the same reason why I can't really pick favorite pokemon. I like all my AUs for different reasons, so I may like one aspect of a given AU more than a different aspect of a different AU, but actually Ranking them As Favorites would be virtually impossible. Just know that I'm horribly fucking ill about coupled uncoupled more than most of the other smaller ones. Some day I'll vibe check you all so fucking hard with art or animation or writing out of left field that is about them, and then none of yall fucks will ever be normal again /lh /j

Actually. I've been struggling to write a caption for this thing so I can post it for months. Check this out:

I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM.

Slaps top of this guy. He can fit two people's worth of the worst existential socio-emotional crises in him. I love gel pens.

I've decided to keep rambling about whatever the fuck on this topic, but I'm putting a cut here for my sanity:

Anyway! I really did make this AU entirely because I saw a fandom trend and went Whoa! Did we consider The Implications! And then didn't wait for an answer. Considering the implications is actually the Thing I Do the Most as I am writing in general, as any friend of mine can easily confirm. It's how a decent number of my AUs happened. I also have a trend towards either 1. trying to make an AU that doesn't touch on anything I've seen other people doing or 2. is explicitly inspired by what I perceive as trends in the fandom. Coupled Uncoupled is one of the latter, being directly inspired by Diamond Crossing. God I was not normal about diamond crossing. I'm Still Not Normal about diamond crossing.

I'm a HUGE fan of fusion in media, just in general. I don't actually know a whole lot of examples off the top of my head other than steven universe, but fusion as a concept drives me totally crazy. What if you and your friend/best friend/closest ally/rival/enemy/lover/a stranger etc could be the same person through a process so crazy intimate and vulnerable that it forces you to expose your deepest weaknesses, insecurities, emotions and motivations fully and without restraint. Sure I can be normal about that 👍

But yeah coupled uncoupled isn't like, me looking at Diamond Crossing or any other fic for that matter and going "I could do it better/I don't like insert plot point A," it was actually me looking at diamond crossing and going holy FUCK this is the COOLEST SHIT I'VE EVER SEEN. I need to participate in this or I am going to die. Then I came up with a million different ideas of fusion stories I thought would be interesting to tell, identified aforementioned trope of using the b2/w2 DNA splicers as a plot device, and went. ohohohohohohhoohohohoo i could do something silly and fucked up me thinks.

What if fusion was great and cool and awesome and a coping mechanism for a trauma/grief and also not what you thought and also more than you bargained for and also didn't give you the closure you were expecting and ALSO you didn't know how to make it stop.

Fusion as a mistake. Fusion as a regret. Fusion as a character flaw. Fusion as a major conflict (that isn't inherently connoted about?? forms of abuse and toxic relationships?? can we use fusion as a metaphor for other nuanced things too?? pls let me have this /lh)

Anyway their story is extremely complex and just by listing off ^ that I am extremely underselling the level of interwoven conflict and complicated emotional states of all parties involved so please do not misunderstand and think that one of the twins is fucked up and evil. I swear i didn't mischaracterize them that badly 🤣 The main point of the story, just off the top of my head, is actually focused around the theme of vulnerability, conflict resolution, and the strength of relationships founded on communication.

Trying to avoid spoiling The Entire Plot because I really think Coupled (Uncoupled) is going to be my next major fic project but in essence it does get better and this new tool available to them only opens the door for them to be closer than ever before and express care and compassion in new ways unique to them. i might make myself cry if I keep yammering. i care them

God I totally just used your ask as an excuse to go off. I've been doing that every time you send an ask, actually. This is why I love asks. Tysm <3 And I hope you enjoyed reading or if you didn't and TL;DR then basically god i'm so ill about them.

Every day I think about how a friend of mine made an entire animatic for this AU and yet we can't put it anywhere because we both want to remake it digitally. thats going to be one hell of a day when that bombshell drops

Thank you for the ask, and as always thank you for listening!

Coupled (Uncoupled) Masterpost

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

31st Story, Part 2

TW: Blood, implied past captivity and torture, stitches, wound description, angst, corrupt system, issues regarding figure (brief), bruises, angst, knife, touch starvation

Part 1

Guess who's back with a hella long piece. vacay from college for some time with semester 1 over, woo! enjoyyy 💙

“So how did you sleep?” the vigilante asked as she walked downstairs to find the villain sitting cross-legged on her couch. 

“Well,” he answered evenly, emotionlessness overtaking his tone as usual. It wasn't a complete lie; he'd slept better than he had in a long time, but his eyes had wrenched open a little after sunrise, even though he wasn't a morning person. He couldn't relax too much into this life, the knife he took shoved into the pocket of his sweatpants, but she didn't need to know that. 

“I'll make us breakfast,” she announced.

“I'll help you out,” he offered, even though he knew she could probably infer what his motives were. He still wasn't taking any chances anyway. 

She nodded curtly in response, leading him to the kitchen. And he'd almost wished someone had warned him about the whiplash of doing something so outlandishly casual with your enemy, as he watched her make a sandwich and soon enough followed suit, still hyper aware of the knives and the boiling water in the kettle. 

And of course, nothing was lost on Vigilante, even if she probably wasn’t half as nervous as he was, the half-frantic, wild animal wrapped in the poorly fitting garment of someone calm and collected. “Are you always this tense?” she questioned as she sat down at the table and he sat opposite from her.

“Just hungry,” he shot back smoothly, a seasoned liar. Sure, he technically was half-starved, trying to eat slowly just so he wouldn’t retch, but if that was the case, he would’ve relaxed when he ate.  

The vigilante said nothing as she took a bite of her sandwich, but her disbelieving eyebrow raise needed no further additions. 

The villain’s grip tightened on his mug as he worried his frayed bottom lip between his teeth,”What do you want? If you’re going to question every micro-gesture of mine, then why’d you bring me here?” His voice was hoarse with exhaustion, probably from all the screaming he couldn’t muffle, not that he cared.

“I get it,” the vigilante said placatingly, even though it was clear she was somewhat irritated. She wasn’t a goddamn bleeding heart just oozing compassion and patience, not that he expected any different. “You’re afraid of getting hurt.” 

“I am not afraid of crap, Vigilante.” It came out softer than he’d intended, almost as though he was the one trying to calm the situation, a new trait of people-pleasing a new and heavily despised survival skill he’d recently acquired. 

The vigilante wanted to argue, but she also knew that from the day she’d walked into his cell and pulled him out, that she’d been walking on thin ice. That the man in front of her wasn’t his normal, unflappable self that could dish out a lot worse than whatever she dared to throw at him, so for the rest of this tense, awkward breakfast, they both remained quiet. 

It had taken them about two hours of trepidation spent in the opposite ends of the living room for Vigilante to break the silence. “So, about the plan,” she started.

“Yeah?” he asked, now turning to face her. 

“We can’t fight her by traditional means. We don’t have the time to amass an army big enough to rival my sister’s own. The main thing we need to do is find some way to desecrate that shining image of hers,” she explained. 

The villain let out a low hum as though he was contemplating something, but the slight shift in the nature of his gaze indicated he’s noticed something. “Knocking your sister off of her pedestal is surely going to gain you some traction,” he noted. 

“I don’t care much for the spotlight,” she countered. 

“I know. But you seem to care about making sure your sister doesn’t have everything. Still, that isn’t the issue anyway.”

And again, he was right. There is something so utterly sickening of being born in someone’s shadow, of having all your power from someone else’s name. Vigilante was only formidable in people’s eyes because it was required of Superhero’s sister. Again, she’d never claimed to be dramatically selfless.

Still, she took note of how the villain made no effort at eye contact, his eyes trained on the pattern of her wooden coffee table, but she refrained from commenting. “Right. The general idea is, if the adoring public find out what she does to the people in her custo-”

The villain, in his most daring act of the day, had let out a sardonic snort. “Oh, save it. I don’t think you realise that how people like me are treated doesn’t really irk anyone. Because that’s how the world works, it’s easier like that. I’m not the most notorious, but it’s safe to say I’m ‘famous’ enough,” he made air quotations with his fingers, “People usually want to know about the trial, when it comes to people they’ve heard of, but no one gave a damn. No one cared to know I never really got a trial in the first place. Because they were just relieved that the Big Bad Guy was off the streets. Locked up somewhere. It doesn’t matter that my record says I’m guilty of crap I’ve never done. Because technically, I’ve committed my fair share of my crimes, what’s more to the pile? Hell, if it keeps me locked away for all eternity, then why not?” 

This time, the villain’s gaze was steely, his teeth gnashed together and his tone harsh, and yet before she’d even commented, the villain was quick to force the muscles of his face to work on pulling it into a blank expression, his hand going to his pocket. 

Where, unbeknownst to Vigilante, the knife from yesterday was. .  .

It took her a moment to register his words and realise he was right. The likes of Villain wouldn’t garner the sympathy of the same people that cheered when they were locked up, at every suffocating press conference where her sister’s airy voice seemed to ring in her ears. 

But how else was she supposed to rouse some sort of public outcry against her sister? She needed the key, the concept, the idea, and from that she could form a plan. It was why she thought of asking the villain in the first place. 

“Then what should we do to get people to notice?” 

The villain’s pale hand made its way out of his pocket, his expression still nearly unreadable. “Your sister’s clever. She’s almost untraceable, and uncovering her shady past would be difficult. Or actually, more difficult than having her do something terrible now.” 

“So you’re saying we somehow force her to commit some sort of terrible crime?” 

“Force is the wrong word. It wouldn’t be a choice she wouldn’t make on her own accord. And that’s our selling point. No one needs to make her pull underhanded crap because she’ll take that choice anyway. And from then, whatever it is you want to reveal is actually going to have a basis.” 

The villain straightened his posture, pulling his now slightly loose fitting hoodie down so straighten a wrinkle only for it to come down with a strange difficulty, like it was stuck to his skin, the man letting out a soft hiss. 

“You alright?” she asked. 

“Fine,” he answered curtly, getting up. He knew exactly why his jacket had stuck to his form in the first place, and he really didn’t need Vigilante’s supposed concern. There’s a lot worse he’d seen in his life, in those three months alone than some old scratch reopening. Walking into his room, he shrugged his hoodie off in front of the mirror only to notice that the stupid scratch was in an area he could barely reach, deeper and uglier than he thought, blood running down it in crimson rivulets, exposed tissue that was barely healing showing too. He didn’t know where the gauze was, or how he’d even manage treating the wound. And somehow, his past vanity, or rather basic awareness of his appearance that he now called vanity hadn’t completely faded away considering he noticed bone and skin where muscle used to be and the ridiculous amount of bruises adorning his figure in various shades of dusty purples and browns; every sign of how his captors had turned him into a punching bag for all their sadistic cravings. 

“Villain?” 

Hell no. He didn’t want anyone in this room with him while he looked like this, frantic again and wishing he could rip his hair from its roots. He almost didn’t care that he was still bleeding and it hurt to shift even slightly, or that his wound felt warm to the touch and was probably infected. He sat there on the bed, gripping onto the sheets like they were the only thing tethering him to the world around him. “Just,” he faltered. As much as the villain hated it, he couldn’t do crap right now without her help. He bit his lip again and exhaled slowly. “Come in.” 

She cursed softly when she looked at the wound, the scarlet already snaking down his lower back now. It didn’t take her long to come back with a whole lot of first aid equipment. “This’ll hurt,” she said slowly. 

All she got was a low grunt in response as she pressed antiseptic-soaked gauze to his back, and even though he barely let out a noise, didn’t move out of the way, his shoulders still tensed up under the pain. 

Involuntarily, she stroked a hand through his hair, a reflexive action even though the vigilante wasn’t particularly touchy, especially with her enemy turned ally of convenience. He turned to stare at her, looking nothing short of surprised, but not irritated or afraid. He turned around again as she stitched up his wound and tended to his other scratches, surprised how well he was holding out. The villain barely flinched through the process, but again the man had always been surprisingly enduring.

The villain seriously didn’t remember the last time anyone had tended to his injuries, even before getting captured. He’s sure someone did, during the times he couldn’t do it himself, but no one had ever run a hand through his hair when he’d tensed up or anything of the sort. He despised the fact that it hadn’t irritated him, instead he was left there dumbfounded, half-wishing she would do it again and half-grateful she refrained from it, from making him feel so bloody exposed like that. This entire ordeal, how strangely gentle the vigilante had been with him, how he slowly relaxed even though the idea of being this vulnerable, this close to one of his enemies terrified him.

The villain didn’t like to feel things that weren’t dry, controlled anger or smugness or absolutely nothing. So he didn’t, pretended he couldn’t until he believed it. 

Every lie dies in the end, no?

The vigilante had got up to hand him a new t-shirt that he slowly pulled on, minding his wounds but still refusing any help with it. “Thanks,” he mumbled awkwardly. 

“Y-you thank people?” she asked, half out of genuine surprise and half to lighten the mood. 

The villain didn’t smile, but his lip twitched up ever so slightly with a half-smirk, “I’m a villain, but I’m not a complete tactless bastard.” 

“I guess you could say that, and you’re welcome. I’ll just go clean up. Put your jacket in the basket over there.” The vigilante looked down at her bloodstained hands, and the villain gave her a curt nod. 

He was lucky she hadn’t taken the jacket herself, or noticed the knife somehow, and he could still keep it. It felt even scummier after right now, when she could’ve just let him bleed out, or made it worse since she was this close to him. He didn’t even know what she would try the second he was no longer useful. 

Carefully, he lowered his form onto the bed, letting out a soft groan. This was the strangest stage of his life yet, he presumed. 

So many times, life is about choosing the worst option, the choice you’d swore to never make, about condemning yourself to being at the mercy of the unknown. People will scream at you to avoid the lion’s den, but sometimes it is the only shelter from a raging storm ready to destroy you into nothing. And yet, maybe there is wisdom in the most foolish decisions, and safety in the most dangerous risks. Because even if you’re riddled with deep wounds and scars, even those can heal under care, even in the most unexpected places.

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