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BABY FEVER — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐

summary. after a picnic date at the park goes horribly wrong, all choi seungcheol wants for his birthday is to fuck a baby into you.

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warnings. established relationship, kinda ? dom!cheol, f. reader, pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol, breeding kink, literal baby making, marriage kink if you squint, reader referred to as mommy (x2), unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), light body worship (f. receiving), vulgar language… heavy praise, pet names [baby, angel, princess] — MINORS DNI 18+

note. it’s an international holiday (aka cheol day) hehehe HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LVRBOY <333 forgive me bc this is actually so rough… i forced myself to finish it in time for his bday 😍 please be gentle!! i promise ill make it up to all of u with a MUCH better cheol fic -3- happy coupsie day 2 u all x (thank yew @jeonghantis for reading this for me TWICE and always encouraging me <3)

you have to admit, this is not how you thought seungcheol’s birthday lunch would pan out.

no, you definitely did not expect to end the day with your legs wrapped around your beloved boyfriend’s waist while he split you open on his cock, breathily promising that he’ll give you a baby. a ring. a life for the both of you.

because when you took said boyfriend out for a picnic in the park, you did expect a serene lunch date with him and his favorite food. you even wore the sundress he bought for your birthday. it was supposed to be the perfect gift.

but you hadn’t realized how busy it’d be. how could you have known? it was just a random tuesday afternoon in the midst of august– arguably the hottest month of the year. who, besides the two of you, would want to be out on a day like this?

rowdy, unrestrained children. that’s who.

it seems that children and parents have nothing better to do than crash birthdays and cause you massive headaches.

when you looked over at seungcheol on the blanket halfway through your food, you discerned the faraway look in his eyes. he hasn’t said much. much less of how he feels about his “gift.” he wasn’t there– probably disassociated because of the noise. you realized then that you probably should’ve picked a different spot… or stuck to the homemade candlelit dinner you had initially planned. or done literally anything else.

“cheollie… do you wanna leave?” you asked, concern laced in your voice. “we don’t have to stay, we can go home and do whatever you want.”

his jaw clenched and unclenched at the sound of your voice. he offered a shuddered breath and gave you a curt nod. “yeah, let’s go home.”

and so you did. you felt defeated as seungcheol bruisingly gripped the steering wheel the entire ride home. you felt defeated as you sat in the passenger seat thinking of ways to fix his now-ruined birthday. you felt defeated as you two rode away in silence. complete silence.

when you arrive back at your home, you dejectedly drop the basket off in the kitchen without bothering to unpack it. cheol stays on your tail the entire time, following you back to your room after throwing the keys on the island next to the picnic basket.

and when you reach your destination, you let him in before closing the door behind you and then he pounces. he has you pinned to said door in an instant.

completely thrown off by his change in behavior, you splutter out, “ch-cheol, what the fuck?!”

“baby,” he mutters breathily, his eyes scanning your features. the faraway look in his eyes has been replaced, both of them filled with something completely different. lust. it’s like the last hour never even happened.

he has you caged in. one of hands pressed flat against the door and the other gripping your waist. there��s a mere inch of a gap separating the two of you and you can feel all the heat radiating off of his body.

still wide-eyed, staring up at him, you softly– apprehensively– ask, “cheol? are you okay?”

admittedly, seungcheol is not okay. not in the slightest. he doesn’t want to scare you, but watching kids run around– hearing how happy they were– had him thinking thoughts. thoughts of having a kid of his own.

it had his heart fluttering at first, the idea of having a mini him running around the house. it filled him with the utmost joy.

then his thoughts escalated. thoughts of having a kid turned into thoughts of having a kid with you. thoughts of getting you round and pregnant with his child rotted large portions of his brain away.

and it progressively got worse and worse. with every passing minute, the images in his brain became more clear till the only thing on his mind was folding you in half and fucking a baby into you while you begged for it.

he’s not sure how to relay said thoughts to you. the two of you have been dating for years and you’re in a really good place, both financially and emotionally.

but dropping the ‘i want a kid’ bomb? before he’s even proposed? it’s taboo…untraditional… it’s something you potentially don’t even want, so he should ease into the conversation of children and marriage.

but…choi seungcheol thinks he’s lost the ability to think and speak clearly. that’s why he blurts it out without logically thinking it over, lost in a haze of lust and need and burning hot desire.

“wanna have a baby,”

your stomach drops and the air in your lungs vanishes, leaving you breathless.

“w-what…cheol? a baby?” you ask slowly. “you… wanna have a baby?”

a small growl bubbles in his chest when you repeat his words. “wanna give you a baby.”

heat creeps up your neck and within seconds– when you realize the intent of his words– your entire body burns as arousal courses through your veins. seungcheol doesn’t just want to have a kid… he wants to fuck one into you.

you can’t say you’ve never thought of having one before, but it was always farther down the line. after marriage and settling down.

even still, your stomach swirls in anticipation, imagining seungcheol as a father. as your husband.

so you reply, “do… do you think we’re ready for that? we’re still pretty young and… we aren’t married…”

your words trail off and you look away, eyes trained on his chest instead.

“i’m gonna marry you.” he says as a matter of factly. “look at me.” he demands, the hand next to your head moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “there’s no doubt in my mind. i’m going to marry you, baby.”

hearing that is surreal. he’s said it twice and the words are still rattling around in your empty brain. he’s gonna marry you. there’s no doubt in his mind.

you’d think your heart is about to lurch out of your chest the way it pounds against your ribcage. your palms are dripping with sweat, your knees are buckling about ready to give out on you, your stomach is in knots because, fuck yes, you want this. you want him. and– you guessed it– you want to bear his child.

you don’t know how long you’ve been standing, blankly staring at him. before you can even speak up, seungcheol is dropping to his knees in front of you, both of his hands on your waist now.

you almost think he’s going to propose, leaving you even more speechless, but he leaves a soft kiss on your tummy. he’s gentle, kissing you through the fabric of your dress right above your navel. his lips venture down, though, and his pleading eyes look up at you waiting for your okay.

you let out the breath you were holding, nodding your head.

and cheol swears he would lose it if he hadn’t already.

he reaches for your panties under your dress, yanking them off your body and letting them pool at your feet. his hand moves to hold your dress up, wrinkling it in his grip. the other lifts one of your legs and drapes it over his shoulder before he finally dives into your cunt.

“cheol!” you gasp as you feel his tongue lay flat against your folds. your hands thread through his hair, gripping at his locks as he laps up your arousal. “sl-slow– fuck, baby– slow down,”

seungcheol is a giver, that’s always been common knowledge.

but you tend to forget that he is exceptionally greedy when it comes to eating you out. he can never get enough of you, slurping at your hole and sucking your clit till you’ve cum countless times on his face. a glutton for pussy, you could say.

it’s why he can’t slow down despite your request. his tongue digs into you while he noses at your clit, moaning against your cunt to bring you closer to the euphoric feeling you’ve been craving since he asked to fuck a baby into you.

and it works. it always does. your moaning and whining and begging and it’s fucking music to his ears.

“tastes so good, angel,” he moans against you, words coming out muffled. the vibrations shock your body and you can’t help but jolt, back arching off the door. your hands tighten their grip on his hair, pushing him further into your cunt.

and that’s the thing about seungcheol being insatiable. you always end up greedier than him. it’s like an orchestrated plan.

“more,” you beg through a whine, grinding your pussy into his face. “please more, feels s’good, cheollie,”

he groans against you again, digging his nails into your thigh eliciting your pretty mewls. he tightly wraps his lips around your clit, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue. you throw your head back against the door, eyebrows knitting together as you’re overcome with pleasure.

it hits you before you can even blink. you’re letting out a breathless mantra of seungcheol’s name, your stomach knots up, your breathing increases and you completely lose control as you let go all over his face.

he keeps eating you out, whining while lapping up your release as if he’d been deprived of the taste of your cum for weeks. as if he hadn’t eaten you out just last night. and the morning before that. and three times in a row the day before.

when he’s finally done, he gently sets your leg back down. he observes the way you tremble, struggling to keep balance so his hands are back on your waist, releasing the wrinkled fabric and letting it fall back over your legs.

he stands to his feet, towering over you once again. his hard cock strains in his jeans and he gives you a look that screams ‘i need you’ to which you look up at him with hooded eyes. the sheen of your arousal on his skin, his disheveled hair is quite the sight.

“baby…” he pants, inching closer to you.

“put one in me,” you whisper. you, too, have no doubt in your mind about this. about him. you want everything he’s offering to you. “fuck a baby into me, cheol, i want it. i want you.”

seungcheol thinks his life flashes before his eyes when he hears your words. he thinks, maybe, he mishears you for a second, but when you keep that expectant look on your face, he knows that this is very real. that he’s gonna fuck you full of cum and pray it takes.

he closes the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours.

it’s not your average kiss. it’s hot and heavy and, fuck, you think he just might eat you alive. his body is flush against yours now and you feel his bulge digging into your tummy.

feeling him like this has you craving the weight of his cock on your tongue, but you know cheol has no plan of relinquishing any type of control tonight. even if it does mean he’s missing out on the world’s best head.

you kick off your shoes and fumble with the button on his jeans while whining into his mouth. you eventually give up after the button doesn’t budge, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding against his clothed bulge instead, basking in the way he groans back into your mouth.

he pulls back, swollen lips turning down in a cute pout, “baby, need to fuck you right now…”

you tug at his shirt, whispering, “then fuck me, cheol.”

a guttural groan bubbles in the back of his throat. he pulls your dress up by the hem, growling a soft, “off.”

“you first.”

he raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t say anything else, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on to the ground. his hands are back on your dress, but you shake your head.

“pants, too,” you whisper with a cheeky smile.

“didn’t realize this was a strip tease,” he grumbles passively, stepping out of his shoes while his hands easily pop the button of his jeans and yanking them down his thick thighs.

your eyes flit down to his boxers and your saliva pools in your mouth, threatening to spill past your lips at the mere sight of his clothed hard-on.

he interrupts your gawking, gruff, stern voice filling your ears, “take your fucking dress off.”

you giggle, raising your arms. he’s not slow and he’s most certainly not gentle when he practically rips the dress up and off, discarding it into the pile of clothes that lay haphazardly on the floor.

he doesn’t even give you a second before grabbing– manhandling– you and guiding you to the bed.

he lays you down and internally melts. “you’re so gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, spreading your legs open and eyeing your pulsing cunt. “you’re perfect.”

you don’t know how it’s possible at this point, but you grow even hotter. feverish. you always love his praise and you know he’s well-aware of the fact because he smirks as you squirm and clench around nothing.

“cheollie,” you whimper.

his hands splay over your bare stomach and his cock throbs as an array of dirty thoughts re-enter his mind.

“you’re gonna look so cute when i put a baby in you, isn’t that right?” he murmurs, hands ghosting over your skin before they land on your tits, fondling them through your bra without a care in the world. “gonna be such a pretty mommy…” he tells you, voice dropping an octave.

you moan at the contact and his promiscuous words. arousal drools from your hole, surely soaking a puddle into the sheets under you. you’re not sure how much longer you can wait for him to impale you on his cock before you become a weeping mess.

you whine, eyes threatening to close, “please make me a mommy, cheollie.”

seungcheol lets out a sharp breath, quickly removing his hands from your tits, opting on using them to push his boxers down.

when his length slaps against his abdomen, he lets out a soft groan. he doesn’t wait for anything else, grabbing his cock, spitting on it, stroking it a few times and, finally, pushing his angry red tip against your hole.

when the head of his cock gets trapped between the warm walls of your cunt, seungcheol curses. “tightest fuckin’ thing,” he mutters, shoving himself deeper and deeper, listening to your high-pitched whines and whimpers.

and when he’s finally balls deep inside of you, his eyes flicker up from your pussy swallowing him whole to your contorted, fucked out face that he loves dearly.

he’s breathless, asking, “you good, baby?”

you offer a broken nod and a weak, “s’good.”

it’s all he needs to hear before standing all the way up on his knees, grasping at your waist, and lifting your lower back off the bed.

you squeal, “cheol! what are you–”

you’re cut off by your own yelp when he pulls out and slams back into you without much of a warning. his cock reaches deeper than you think you’ve ever felt and it has your eyes rolling back and your hands pulling the sheets off the bed.

his hips are relentless, continuously driving his cock in and out of you at an impressive speed while groaning out words of praise. you feel his tip bruisingly kiss your cervix and the pained pleasure brings tears to your eyes.

“s-seungcheol–” you sob, arching further into the air.

“i know, baby,” he moans in response. “but, fuck, you’re taking it so well. look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” he wants to throw his head back in pleasure, but he can’t bear to tear his eyes away from you.

tears helplessly fall down the sides of your face and your mouth is cracked open, letting out the most gorgeous sounds. your tits spill from your bra, bouncing with every thrust and it’s too good. you look too fucking good.

and you’re going to look even better with his cum leaking out of your cunt.

you ache with the partial bridge seungcheol has you in. you’re not sure if you want to focus on the profound pain or intense pleasure, but when he drops your body back on the bed and his thumb catches your clit, you have no other choice.

you gasp, crying out and clamping around him with an iron grip, “fuh-fuck! cheol– cheollie!”

he growls, rubbing the sensitive bud faster and faster. “you gonna cum for me?”

you pant, chest heaving as you nod your head vigorously. your eyes screw shut and your jaw drops further as you feel the familiar knotting in your tummy. your impending orgasm bubbles in the pit of your belly, a stream of whines and moans leaving your mouth.

“cum f’me, angel.” he coaxes breathily, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “s’gonna feel so good, just cum for me.” he practically begs and you think it’s because he’s just as close.

you can’t even find it in you to care because the onslaught of pleasure wracks your body. you clench around him once, twice, three times– and, before you know it, the knots in your tummy come completely undone and you’re left a shaking mess under him.

“that’s it, that’s my fucking girl.” he nearly whines, fucking you through your orgasm while you jerk and thrash on the bed. “god, i love this pussy, your body, everything, baby– i love you.”

you cry, silently praying he’ll press his lips against yours because, god, you love him, too. so much. but your voice is hoarse and you don’t think you can conjure up the words to give him.

it’s like he reads your mind, slipping his hand in between your tits and pulling your body up by the material of your bra and wraps his arms around your body. his mouth presses against yours, swallowing all of your sounds as you swallow his.

your arms wrap around his neck, sobbing in overstimulation as he kisses the life out of you. when he pulls away, you wrap your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. you continue to whine, burying your face into his sweaty neck to muffle the noises.

he holds you tighter, pounding into you without any regard to your sounds. “gonna fill you up, princess. gonna fuck you full of my cum, give you a baby, marry you,” he grunts loudly. “everything. gonna– fuck– gonna give you everything.”

you nod, sinking your teeth into his neck.

and seungcheol can’t hold back, moaning your name before pressing his cock as far as he can go and stilling there. ribbons of his release coat your bruised walls and you feel the warmth radiate throughout your body.

cheol’s pants slowly morph into breathy chuckles as he comes to terms with what he’s done.

you shudder, feeling full in more ways than one. you pull your head from the crook of his neck, looking at his gummy grin and dazed eyes and you give him a lopsided grin. you look so content, even after he nearly fucked the life out of you.

“was it too much?” he asks gently after a few minutes of silently staring at each other.

“a lil…” you whisper, weakly clamping around him. “you know i love it when you get like this, though.”

“i know.” he mumbles, unraveling himself from you to marvel at his work. he pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly dribbles out of your hole. he can’t help but groan at the sight. “you think this’ll be enough, angel?”

“a few more rounds probably wouldn’t hurt.” you giggle.

“that can probably be arranged.” he hums cheekily. “but, seriously, baby. thank you… for today. you always know how to surprise me.”

“really? i kinda… thought you hated the whole picnic lunch date,” you murmur. “thought i ruined your day.”

“no, baby, i loved it.” he says through a smile, kissing the corner of your mouth. “it was great, i swear… i just thought about fucking a baby into you a little too hard.”

“i’m really glad.” you smile, “and, now that you hopefully did… how would you rate year 28?”

“10/10. truly the best birthday ever.” he says. “i got everything i ever wanted.”

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wlntrsldler · 11 months ago

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Hiiiiii!!!! I love Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine!! Can I get Jamie Tartt to apple pie?

apple pie | jamie tartt

based on the song apple pie by lizzy mcalpine

description: jamie gets insecure sometimes, but having you with him helps.

pairing: jamie tartt x actress!reader (f!reader she/her)

warnings: lots of kissing, self-doubt, insecurities, mention of jamie's dad

word count: 2631

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When Jamie first got into a relationship with you, he knew that both of your busy schedules would pose a problem down the road. With his football career seemingly reaching new peaks every season and your acting career taking off after being cast in what is being called “the film that revived the dying genre of romantic comedies,” the amount of time you get to spend with each other decreased significantly since the start of your relationship.

You first met Jamie halfway through his returning season at AFC Richmond. You met him at a birthday dinner party for a friend of a friend where you relentlessly teased him for his ridiculous, but outstanding performance, on Lust Conquers All. You had originally praised him for it when you were fully under the impression that he was putting on an act. You didn’t find out that he was just being his prick-ish self, albeit his younger prick-ish self, until about four months into your relationship when he embarrassedly admitted it to you. That’s how you found yourself rewatching the entire season together on his couch until 2 hours before Roy knocked on his door for his training session.

At first, Jamie thought you were making fun of him. His insecurities would still peek in here and there and sometimes he couldn’t help but worry that you’d see him as nothing more than a dumb footballer like everyone else does. He quickly realized, though, that while you were losing your mind laughing at how he acted in the show, making fun of him was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Why’d ya wanna watch this shit anyways?” he grumbled, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. “It’s just poopy. ‘M not even like that anymore.”

“I know,” you sat up, pausing the show when you heard his voice crack. You knew the tone of Jamie’s voice when he was cracking jokes and when he was happy, and this voice wasn’t one or the other. You turned your body to face him, “I know you aren’t like this anymore, I just thought it would be funny.”

“I dunno, I suppose it doesn’t make much sense to me.”

“What doesn’t?” you questioned. “Why I want to watch it?”

“Yeah,” Jamie replied. His eyes were looking at everything but at you. He was playing with the threads of the blanket loosely draped over his legs. He rubbed his nose with his balled-up fist. “Why does it matter how I was before you? I’m better now, yeah? Unless you don’t think so...”

“Oh, love,” you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. You were so engrossed in the episode on the TV that you didn’t realize how uncomfortable Jamie was feeling about the whole situation. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention to how you were feeling about this. We can stop watching it.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He hummed, tugging on your hoodie to pull you closer to him. “I just don’t want you to see how I used to be and realize you don’t want to be with a prick like that, even if I have changed, you know? I don’t know… I just thought that with ya, I’d have a fresh start.”

“Jamie Tartt, enough of that now,” You took over being the big spoon, which made Jamie nuzzle into your neck contently, “You have changed. You’re an amazing man and the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I only wanted to watch this show because it’s such a shitty show that it’s nice to just unwind. When I watch this Jamie on the screen, my brain can’t even comprehend that it’s you.”

“You don’t think I’m a prick anymore, yeah?” Jamie asked again, hoping that he’d get a confirmation, “Like you wouldn’t leave me over that?”

You’ve learned over the past few months things about Jamie– one of which is that he needs to be told positive things or else he’d spiral. The thing is, if you could go into his mind and turn off that control box that spews self-doubt and insecurities to him, you would do it in a heartbeat. But since you can’t, you were more than happy to shower him with love and adoration in hopes that your voice can drown the rest of them out.

“Never,” you placed your lips on his in a soft kiss. “You’d have to work a hell of a lot harder to get rid of me.”

“I’m working double overtime just so you’d keep me, love,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand reached for the remote to turn the TV off to leave you both in the glow of the floor lamp in his living room.

“You don’t have to work hard for that.”

Jamie had gotten used to having you around his flat. He would leave for 4 AM training with Roy with you on his bed, often naked, then return at around 6:30 AM to shower and join you back in bed for another hour before you woke up. He’d wake up for the second time that day with you drawing patterns on his chest and a soft smile on your face. He’d lean over and place a loving kiss on your lips and he’d feel prepared to start the day.

You were filming a show in London for three months, which meant that for three months, this was Jamie’s life. In between projects, you stayed at his place. For two weeks after the wrap party, you came home to him, visited him at the facility, and went to all the team outings, home games, and away games with him. He was with you 24/7 and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t realize how he took it for granted until filming ended.

Three weeks ago, you flew to New York City to begin filming another movie. With training and games, Jamie hasn’t been able to take time off to visit you, and with filming just starting, you couldn’t fly back to Richmond either.

Jamie was doing fine– as fine as someone can be when their daily routine was abruptly disrupted. He was proud of you. The premise of the movie seemed perfect for you and was a seamless continuation of the romantic comedy trend you were on. People were buzzing for your next project, especially after your last one was so well received. He was so proud of you…. But he also missed you.

During the three weeks that you were gone, you and Jamie still texted each other constantly and FaceTimed everyday, despite the crazy time difference. He wanted to make it work, and so did you, so you did what you could to stay in touch. While not being able to hold you and kiss you for three weeks was killing Jamie, he was glad he was still able to spend time with you. Things didn’t get to Jamie until Jan Maas made an off-handed comment about it.

All of them were packing up after training, feeling extremely antsy with the Man City match on the horizon, Jamie especially. There were a lot of things on his mind, including the possibility of seeing his father, who he hadn’t seen since Wembley, and playing against his old team was always a trip. In short, he wasn’t feeling his best and the fact that you weren’t nearby made it worse.

“Jamie, we have not seen Y/N in a while,” Sam noted, “Is everything okay with you two?”

“She’s filming a movie in New York, bruv,” Isaac replied before Jamie could speak, “Right, Tartt?”

Jamie nodded, putting his shirt over his head, “Yeah. She’ll be gone for a few months, at least.”

“I do not know how you’re gonna survive, Jamie,” Jan Maas said. “You are so clingy when it comes to her. I don’t think you can make it all those months.”

The rest of the team chuckled at Jan’s teasing tone, but Jamie furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Was he clingy? He frowned as he continued to put his things away. He picked up his phone from his cubby, smiling when he received a few messages from you while he was at training. As he was about to respond, Jan’s comment made him stop in his tracks.

Maybe it would be best to let you have a night to yourself. You had a life outside of him and you deserve to be able to live it without having him cling to you all the time. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, slipping his phone in his back pocket, before walking out of the locker room to head to his place.

When you woke up to no text from Jamie, you assumed that he was just worn out from training and didn’t have the energy to reply. You’ve seen the intense training he went through, so you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. But as the day went on and there was still no word from Jamie– you’d even checked the timezone clock on your phone to make sure you weren’t being unreasonable– you began to worry. FaceTime calls went unanswered and instead, you were met with the Apple automated response, “Sorry, can’t talk right now.”

To: lover boy <3

“Hi, love. Got some exciting news, you free to chat? Xx”

By the time you were boarding the plane to Manchester, Jamie still hadn’t texted you back. After begging the producers to give you a week off filming, they finally agreed. You asked for this week in particular, knowing that you wanted to be there for Jamie for the Man City match. There was a lot on the line for Jamie and you wanted to be there for him no matter what happened.

The entire plane ride back to England was filled with dread and anxiety. It wasn’t like Jamie to not respond. Unless he was at a game, training, or sleeping, but even then he had a special ringtone for you that wakes him up whenever you called, he always replied to your messages as soon as possible. When you landed, everything that could go wrong went wrong. Your plane was stuck on the tarmac for an hour because there were problems with the gate. Your luggage got delayed which left you sitting at baggage claim for another 45 minutes. When you finally arrived at the hotel the team was staying at– shoutout to Ted for being yours and Jamie’s number one supporter and telling you where they were staying– Jamie was nowhere to be found.

You dragged your luggage to Jamie’s room, plopping on the bed tiredly. You glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 9:28 PM. Ted mentioned that there was a 10 PM curfew so you hoped that tonight was not one of the nights where Jamie decided to break the rules. Ted also mentioned that Jamie has not been himself lately, which did nothing to soothe your panic. You hopped in the shower to rinse yourself from the long day you’ve had. You did your night routine and dug into Jamie’s bag to retrieve his AFC Richmond hoodie. Before putting it on, you held it up to your nose, sighing as your senses were filled with Jamie. You missed him.

It was 9:57 PM when you heard the door unlock. You were on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on social media, when you saw him. You sat up, shutting your phone off. He walked in with his head low. His shoulders were hunched over a bit, but he looked okay. He looked better than how Ted described him.

He kicked off his shoes, before looking at you on his bed, startled. His eyes widened, first in fear that there was someone in his room, then in surprise that it was you in his room. His lips curved down in a frown, eyebrows furrowed in sadness.

“Baby,” you whispered, moving to the side of the bed to make room for him.

Jamie knew that he needed to not be clingy. He didn’t want to bother you too much. He was trying to be cool. But when you called him “baby,” with that voice, in his hoodie on his bed, his resolve crumbled to pieces.

He ran to you, nearly tackling you off the bed when he engulfed you in his arms. He buried his face in your neck, a mix of your lotion and the cologne he sprays on his clothes surrounding him. You cradled the back of his head, mumbling how much you missed him into his shoulder. Jamie could cry. He hasn’t seen you in so long, but here you are now.

“What are you doing here?” He asked when he finally pulled away from you. He couldn’t stray too far though. His arm was still wrapped around you while you cuddled into his side. “I thought you were in New York.”

“Well, if you bothered to answer my texts,” you trailed off, faking a voice of sadness. You poked his side, “You would’ve seen that I had exciting news. The producers gave me a week off after begging them since I first got to New York and this week is perfect because I know tomorrow’s match is gonna be a lot for you. I wanted to be here for you, whatever the outcome is.”

“Oh.” Jamie was speechless. Here he was ignoring you like a prick while you were planning to come back just to be here for him. He didn’t deserve you.

“Yeah,” you continued, “If tomorrow we celebrate, I’ll be here making sure that you drink enough water so that your hangover the next day won’t be too much. If tomorrow we try to never think about it again, I’ll sit next to you on the bus in silence holding your hand and when we get home we can do the same thing.”

Home. You were here and he felt like he was home.

“I missed you so much,” Jamie sighed. He kissed you all over your face, giving your lips extra attention. “‘M sorry if I was bothering you by texting and calling so much over the last few weeks… I just missed you loads and I wanted to talk to you.”

“Baby, you didn’t text and call me enough,” you played with his hair, running your fingers through the strands. “If it was possible, I would stay on a call with you all day, everyday. Can’t get enough of ya.”

He smiled, his worries disappearing with every word you said, “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, I love you, Jamie Tartt.” You kissed him deeply. “Couldn’t get tired of you even after a million years. Now, catch me up! Tell me everything.”

Jamie, feeling like himself again, began to tell you everything you missed over the last few weeks– meeting Sam’s father, meeting Ted’s mum, Roy and Keeley, and seeing his mum earlier that night, which is why he came home late. He talked about how a visit to Georgie and Simon helped lift his spirits, and how Georgie was gushing about you and asking him when you’ll come to visit again.

Then he talked about his fears for tomorrow and everything that’s been piling up on him ever since you left. As he spoke, you rubbed his back comfortingly, a small reminder that you’ll always be here no matter what.

Jamie knew that he still had a lot of work to do. He knew that his insecurities could get the best of him sometimes and it can cause him to push back on people who love and care about him, but he was trying. You believed in him and that’s all he needed.

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the-boy-meets-evil · 6 months ago

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maybe something sweet and fluffy with woozi. trying to stay late to surprise him with dinner or something but he finds you asleep on the couch. he's been stressed and working more than usual (insane behavior) and you just wanna help him relax and take the weight off his shoulders

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader genre: est. relationship | fluff, maybe the tiniest bit suggestive rating: e for everyone (but this blog is still 18+) word count: 1440 warnings: mentions of food but nothing else

author's note: thank you for sending this! i am painfully late with this (and wanted to wait to finish all the requests before posting). this is for my baby @effortandmore for her birthday drabbles. ily lauren 💕 divider by @cafekitsune

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You’ve loved Jihoon for a long time. As a friend first and then slowly as something much more. When you first met him, you thought he was hard to read. Difficult to ever really know. As you spent more time around him, that idea morphed into something else as well. He’s not the kind of person to be vocal about what he’s thinking or feeling. If you’re waiting for him to tell you how he feels, then you’re going to be waiting for a while. Unless you know where to look.

That’s probably why it took you time to realize all the ways he was telling you that you were more than a friend to him. Over time, he started inviting you just to be around him when he was working on projects at home. Or inviting you over to do your own work at his place while he did chores around the house. Slowly, you realized that he always had your favorite snacks in the cupboards and favorite drinks in the fridge. Occasionally you would even mention needing something in passing and it would show up delivered to your house a day or two later. Never with a note, but always with the understanding that it was Jihoon taking care of it. Taking care of you. You realized that your heart shifted to caring about him as more than a friend before your brain even caught up. It was like he had been showing you all along that you could depend on him.

Jihoon isn’t always one to say what he’s feeling, but he likes to hear it from you. It’s cute to watch his face light up when you tell him how much he means to you or why you think about him throughout the day. He’s easy, though, because he’s just as happy to have you around. Sometimes you don’t say anything at all, just curl up on the couch to watch a favorite show. Those are some of your favorites because you know how much space he’s made for you in his home. You know how important that space is to him so that he can recharge. But, he accepts you like you always belonged there with him.

Lately, work has been a little overwhelming for him. Maybe not overwhelming as much as busy. You know how much he likes to be busy and would prefer that to work being too slow. It’s also clear how much he likes to solve a problem and be the one to find that elusive solution. So, this project has been challenging, often resulting in him staying late, and you know he wouldn’t change it. Even on the nights where he doesn’t get home until it’s nearly time for bed.

Tonight, you’re trying to do something a little bit nice for him. It’s been days on end, even some weekends, of him busting his ass on this project. And you don’t understand the words he’s using. Haven’t ever really been tech savvy enough to get programming. What you do know, though, is that he’s been surviving on too much caffeine and food delivery. Sometimes he does listen and order from healthier places. Sometimes it’s all he can do to remember to eat at all, so it’s whatever can get to him fastest. But, he seemed pretty confident that he would be out of work at a decent time tonight. You decide to use your key to his place and let yourself in to surprise him with a great home-cooked meal.

For someone that doesn’t really like cooking that much, Jihoon has a pretty well-stocked kitchen. Although, knowing how considerate he is, that’s probably mostly because you liked to cook at his place and complained about all the things he didn’t have. All you need to do is show up with your ingredients. You decide on a menu of comforting foods that also can either keep warm on the stove or be easily warmed up without losing flavor.

You figure that you should let him know that you’re going to be there when he gets home so it doesn’t surprise him. The food can be the surprise even if he knows you’re there waiting for him. He seems excited to see you when you text him. When the food is all ready, you figure that you can have a glass of wine while you wait.

Jihoon: i’m so sorry, this is taking longer than i thought to wrap up

You: that’s fine, take your time

It’s not uncommon for Jihoon to send a text like that when he’s in the middle of a project. He hates it and you know he does. But, you also assure him that it’s fine. You didn’t have any actual plans and he doesn’t need to rush through work on your account.

While you’re waiting, you decide on a little taste test of the food you made, careful not to make it too obvious that you’ve had some. Not that he would care, you just want the presentation to be nice for Jihoon. With some good food and a glass of wine down, you’re a little sleepy. Cooking can do that to you. There’s no harm, you figure, in getting comfortable on the couch while you wait and putting on some background noise.

You don’t even realize that you drift off until you feel someone’s arms sliding underneath you. Your eyes flitter open and land on Jihoon. He’s got his shaggy hair pulled back into an elastic with strands falling out from the length of the day. His face is soft with nothing more than complete love and adoration. It’s so clear that he doesn’t want to disturb you and that makes your heart constrict further. This man has been working for who knows how many hours and he’s still taking care of you.

“I’m awake, babe,” you say through a slightly groggy voice.

“Sorry, was trying not to wake you up,” he says and pulls his arms back.

You catch one of his hands to pull him back in for a quick kiss. “I’m glad I woke up.”

“The place smells really good,” he comments.

“Yeah, I made dinner,” you say.

His face brightens for a moment and it makes you nearly melt. “I would’ve left sooner if I’d known.”

“It’s a surprise, you goober,” you say with a smile. You pull yourself into a sitting position.

“Hey, it’s fine, I can get a plate,” he says.

“No, no. You go have a nice shower and by the time you’re out, I’ll have it all ready,” you say and get to your feet.

“You don’t have to…” he starts and you press another kiss to his lips before turning him in the direction of the bathroom.

“Go,” you say.

It takes a minute to shake off the cobwebs from your unexpected nap. By the time you’re in the kitchen and warming everything back up, you can hear the water running in the bathroom and the music audible even over the sound of the shower. It sounds like one of his more upbeat playlists, which is a good thing. Even if he doesn’t say much, you can always tell his mood by what playlist he puts on. Tonight, it seems like he’s in a good mood despite the long day at work. Part of you hopes that you surprising him adds to the good mood.

The water shuts off, leaving only the playlist as your background and you know you still have a little bit of time before he emerges. So, it’ll be perfect timing as nearly everything is ready again. You’re putting a plate together when he emerges from his bedroom in gym shorts and a t-shirt, wet hair still falling around his face. The smile on your face is instant.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re just beautiful,” you say, smile still bright.

“I must look exhausted,” he brushes off.

“Still beautiful,” you insist and delight in the way blush creeps up his neck. To save him from saying anything, you hand over a plate.

“Can’t believe you did this,” he mumbles softly.

“I thought you deserved a treat,” you say as you grab your own plate.

“Just having you here is a treat,” he says, unusually sappy with you.

“So you don’t want the rest of the post-dinner treats I planned?” you ask innocently.

“Didn’t say that,” he says, locking eyes with you.

“How early do you have to be in tomorrow?” you ask.

“I have the day off,” he says.

“Don’t get too full, then. I’ve got plenty of surprises for you,” you say.

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justwinginglife · 2 months ago

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This Time, It's Different

Dedicated to the only person who will read this, my bestie @minasfwoopyponytail, yall I know I be doin Soshiro all the time, but I got on the Ranpo track cuz we were talking about Ranpo being in our top favs for BSD so I gotta show him some love today (I am so sorry that I bought Chuuya, Dazai, and Akutugawa merch and forgot about you Ranpo my love, this is my apology fic for you).

You were never good at lying.

It was inconvenient in almost all aspects of your life, but you never thought your ineptitude would be the reason someone finally fell in love with you.

After many failed attempts at bending the truth, after attempting to tell your aunt you liked the socks she got for your birthday and instead unknowingly wrinkling your nose at them and breaking her heart, after attempting to tell your boss that you were busy and couldn’t come to work on a Saturday and when she asked follow up questions about your supposed plans you found yourself flushed and floundering, after attempting to tell your ex that you enjoyed meeting his family but then immediately declining any further interaction with them, after multiple awkward interactions and even more disastrous encounters, you decided to give up on lying. It wasn’t for you.

So you resigned yourself to the fact that you would have to tell nothing but the whole, honest truth for the rest of your life. Your lackluster lies may cause catastrophe otherwise.

So when you joined up with the Armed Detective Agency, when you rejected Dazai’s advances by saying, “No offense Dazai, but I’m sure you say that to all the ladies, and while I’m flattered, I’m not into womanizers,” when you offered methods of stress relief to Kunikida because he “always looked like the world was ending,” when you asked when Furukawa would be retiring because you were concerned about him “overworking himself in his old age,” when half the detective agency was against you from your first day, Ranpo Edogawa found himself half in love with you already.

He’d never met a person who didn’t -or just couldn’t- lie, even among his fellow coworkers, and he was at least intrigued by you if nothing else. He found himself eager to see just how far you were willing to go to continue telling the truth.

Going forward, you often found him tagging along on missions with you, peeking over your shoulder while you worked, listening to everything intently, even despite your other coworkers telling you that Ranpo almost never went out of his way to be this personally invested in anything, just because he wanted to hear you talk, to see if you really told everyone everything you thought all the time. And to ask you questions. Lots of questions.

Most of them were controversial because he wanted to see if you’d stick to your opinions even if you were in the minority, some of them were philosophical because he wanted to know the way your mind worked, and a few of them were just downright absurd because he was Ranpo.

“Okay. So. You want to know if I would divert the trolley to save the lives of five by killing one?”

“Yes, and when you’re done with that, do you think that dress makes that girl’s butt look fat?”

“Mr. Edogawa, sir, I really don’t see how this is relevant to the case.”

“Oh it’s relevant, alright. Answer the question, I’m your superior and I wanna know.”

“Um. Alright. Well clearly it makes more logical sense to sacrifice the life of the one for the good of the many, just mathematically speaking, and yes, that dress is very unappealing on her, I don’t know why she went with white.”

“Agreed, the white is hideous, you pass my tests. For now.”

And so this bizarre relationship of yours continued.

Ranpo would wait for you to finish up cases, would wait for you to finish in the bathroom, would wait for you to finish up dinner, just so he could pick your brain, just so he could amuse himself with your answers. But the more time he spent with you, the more his reason changed for spending the time. He was always attentive, had always had a keen eye, but when you were around, it seemed every last bit of his attention had devoted itself to you. He knew how long it took for you to finish going to the bathroom, so -much to your embarrassment- he always knew what you were doing in the bathroom depending on the length of time. He knew how long it took for you to eat and which foods took you longer amounts of time to eat them. He knew when it was your time of the month, he knew what you craved during said time, he knew the way you’d react when he brought you said craving. He knew almost everything about you and it still wasn’t enough.

One day, he diverted from his usual barrage of insane questions and he started asking about you: what was your favorite food, where were you born, did you have any pets growing up, what did you like to do outside of work? By now, you had gathered from all his previous questions that he was just having fun interrogating you, but you enjoyed talking with him, so you answered all his questions regardless, personal or otherwise. You were unsure how telling him your favorite color was supposed to entertain him the way his usual ridiculous questions did, but you told him it was green anyway. He brought you a bundle of kiwis the next day because he couldn’t figure out what else was green to give you. You were unaware of the fruit’s connection to his question about your favorite color but to him, he’d pretty much just asked you out.

When you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, because you were unaware he had feelings for you, and unaware he had just presented them to you through said kiwis, he pouted for the remainder of the day.

You couldn’t figure out why the man who had spent every waking second of your career with the ADA by your side had suddenly started avoiding you. You couldn’t figure it out, and it was killing you. Little did he know, you had also started memorizing details about him, and the way his laugh sounded, the way his lips curved into a smile, the way his fingers pushed up his glasses, the way he did anything and everything, the way he said anything and everything had you craving your next interaction before the previous one had even ended. And you couldn’t take the silence he had now forced you into. So you went on a hunt for him.

You found him sulking on the rooftop.

You plopped down beside him without saying a word and when you could tell he might be preparing to run again, preparing to plunge your relationship into further silence, you handed him a Ramune. He froze. And then he snatched the drink out of your hand like it was just another Tuesday for the two of you.

“You remembered my favorite flavor, huh? Not too shabby for a second rate detective.” He chugged down the drink.

You laughed and nudged his shoulder with yours. “If I’m such a second rate detective, how did I know you’d be on the roof?”

He shrugged. “Got lucky, I guess.”

You bit your lip and for the first time in years, considered lying. But you couldn’t do it. “Actually, I didn’t just ‘get lucky.’ I knew you’d be on the roof. You always come to the roof when you’re upset. I notice more than you think. So tell me- why are you upset?”

He sighed. “You’re not into me. No one’s ever into me.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

He sighed again, this time more exasperated. “I gave you a gift, but you didn’t accept my feelings.”

You blinked again. “The… kiwis?? Ranpo. You always give me gifts. You gave me strawberries during my last period even though Yosano told you to get me chocolate because you know I like fruits better than chocolate. You gave me limited edition tickets to a play that was already sold out because you’d preordered it when you heard me vaguely mention that I liked it. You are always giving me things, and they’re perfect, and I love it, and I appreciate it, but how was I supposed to know this time was something different?”

He tapped a finger on his chin. “Yeah okay fine. I see that now.”

You inched up closer to him. “So… this time is different though?”

He suddenly blushed. “Yeah… this time it’s different. This time I wanted… well I wanted…”

“Me?”

He’s suddenly quiet and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. You’ve rendered him speechless and it’s impossible not to find it adorable.

You kiss him.

If he was speechless before, now he’s speechless and breathless.

“I just… you just…so we’re?”

You nod, smiling at him. “Yeah. We are.”

“We’re… together?” He squeaks out.

“I’d like us to be.”

He nods vigorously. “I-I’d like us to be too!” He blurts out.

You kiss him again and this time he savors the feeling of your lips melding with his. This time he kisses you back with fervor, with passion he never knew he could feel. This time, he’s all yours.

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Author's Note: I am too lazy to write a longer fic that delves into their relationship after this, but I did want to write a lil drabble about it, so I will be posting it here.

#ranpo edogawa #bsd #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #anime fanfic #oneshot #fluff

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6okuto · 3 months ago

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ATTACHMENT LOVE

🧺 #11: "you and i don’t love each other but i know too much about your mother / we’ll make this work" with hinata for @quikhs ! :-)

warnings: gn!reader, reader’s mom wants to have dinner (just a mention) (song link)

it’s been 3 months since hinata’s stayed the night at your apartment.

practice, work, outings with people other than each other—nothing seemed to line up, and when they did, it seemed too a heavy task for either of you to reach out, exhaustion and something else between the gaps of your bones and schedules.

you’re not sure what that something else is, or if he feels it too. you’re not sure if you want to know. but you feel it in dwindling good morning’s and plans cancelled long before his last sleepover, feel it fill the space your boyfriend used to as you wash his scent out of borrowed sweaters.

but shoyo’s here tonight, and that’s what matters, you think.

his toothbrush from 3 months ago slides as you move to change your own, and you figure you might as well change his too.

“changing our toothbrushes, do you care what colour yours is?” your voice bounces back at you while you look in the cupboard. there’s only three in the pack you have—primary coloured—and you figure he’d like yellow most. you grab red for yourself.

shoyo rubs his feet together, sitting on the edge of your bed instead of sprawling across. “mm, you can leave it for now, it’s okay,” he reassures you.

“...you sure?”

“yeah.”

“...okay.”

your eyes hover on the unused face masks he bought you for your birthday, and you let the noise of cardboard backing ripping from plastic fill the space neither of you can seem to.

shoyo calls you from the room over.

that something else roots in your stomach. “yeah?”

he doesn’t say anything for a second, two, and you take a breath.

“i ran into the girl—remember the one who, uh, kept trying to unlock the door one night because she was drunk and didn’t realize she was on the wrong floor?” you pull the memory up and along with your voice while your fingers tremble, stumble on their way to place the last toothbrush in the cupboard and almost drop it to the marble below.

and maybe shoyo notices what you’re doing—he must. he always does. “...yeah, and i thought i was gonna have to fight someone with your vacuum somehow. did she try apologizing again?”

“she almost did,”—you half smile, save the memory, that night, from sinking and drowning—“but i saw her stop herself. we just said hi and talked a little. found out she has a cat so i wanna drop by at some point if you wanna come.”

you’ve made your way back to your bedroom, and shoyo’s still sitting on the edge of your bed. he smiles, and it’s kind, not apologetic or pitying, but understanding all the same.

you’re not sure if its toward her or you.

he says your name again. quieter this time, but steady as he always is.

you purse your lips.

“and my mom wants to have dinner with us.” you grasp at the next thought. “she said she has some new recipes she wants us to try before she brings it to the next holiday party, and she wants to see your mom, too, and natsu, since it’s been so long. if that’s– if that’s okay with them– with you.”

“is that okay with you?” he squints, just a little.

the floorboard creaks as you shift your weight under his gaze, and you fiddle with your hands behind your back so he can’t see. (it doesn’t matter—he knows anyway.) “why wouldn’t it be?”

shoyo takes a breath while you hold yours.

“...yeah, okay.” his exhale is deep. “i’m not as busy this month, so i’ll ask my mom what her schedule looks like. natsu’ll be excited so i’m sure she’ll be good to go whenever.”

he moves further onto your bed as he thinks out loud. “you know i think she likes your mom’s food more than mine– i tried cooking lunch for her a while ago and the look she gave me. is my cooking that bad? i thought i stopped adding too much salt but maybe my salt senses are just dulled?”

and just for a moment, everything’s back to the way it was months ago: shoyo rambling, hands planted behind him on the mattress, you smiling as he whines, both of you in your pajamas for a night in.

but your mind lingers on the toothbrush still sitting next to your new one, and the way your boyfriend won’t lie down on your bed—an old acquaintance unfamiliar with a place that used to be as much his home as it is yours—and that something else that’s been creeping in the space between you knocks at your chest incessantly, an unwelcome visitor that has the decency to wait for your permission to enter.

you wish it would just leave or break inside.

“sho.” your voice is quiet, but catches his attention all the same. the sunset drifts over tangerine strands and honey brown eyes, lights up the dust that twirls around as he looks up at you, and you wish you were asking anything else but what you are.

“is this okay?”

whatever this is.

shoyo blinks, once, twice. sighs and smiles one more time. “i don’t think so.”

qui !! thank u so much for joining and ur ask 🥹🥹!! IT MEANS A LOT TO ME!! this one was a toughie,, doesn't play out exactly like the song. shoyo has a lot of emotional intelligence but i think he struggles in this case because he’s never had a break-up before and. it’s you. he still cares for you, even if it isn’t in the same way, and he doesn’t want to hurt you and ..? he came tonight because he knows you should talk but. he gets there and he sees all the evidence of him and your life together and everything’s harder when the time comes isn’t it. hm. anyway. if u ever write something ur proud of feel free to tag me !! i'm vry happy u enjoy mine,, thank u again!! 🥹🥹

#u guys should listen 2 the rest of the album also 👍 i liek cosmos #did not proofread tbis btw. Plz let me know if theres typos or anything. guh #nia's fruits basket #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu angst #hinata angst

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tzuyusluv · 1 year ago

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❥ songbird

genre -> fluff

pairing -> trey clover x reader

warnings -> nothing much

word count -> tba

summary -> how to say ily in lyrics

a/n -> credits to @blueberry-pride for the header!

• ‘but you fit me better than my favorite sweater’ - blue jeans by lana del rey

sifting the flour trey gave you, you watch it intently to make sure they’re no bumps or lumps present in the flour. getting lost in making sure everything is absolutely perfect, trey sneaks up behind you and covers your back with his chest. “you look good like this.” he whispers in your ear while tugging on the hoodie you’re wearing and the apron that his mom gave you for your birthday. you look back at him and give him a quick kiss on his chin before going back to the flour. he chuckles before leaning in closer so his face is buried in your neck. “can’t wait for this view for the rest of my life.” he mentions against your skin.

• ‘gold leaf across your lips, kiss me till I can’t speak’ - hostage by billie eilish

you watch as trey is putting down the edible gold leafs on the wedding cake. his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his teeth biting his bottom lip. “and….done.” he says backing away slowly from the cake. “so…how’d I do?” he asks leaning in close to you. “perfect.” you whisper to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “you’ve got something on your lips.” he looks down at you in confusion. “a small little leaf, I’ll get it for you.” you say to him before kissing him gently. trey kisses you back slowly before moving it into a passionate kiss. “ewwww look at what big brother is doing!!” you both pull away from the kiss to see trey’s younger siblings. “you’ve both got the gold on your lips now!”

• ‘think about you at night, almost every night’ - lookalike by conan grey

“trey. you’re distracted. it’s your turn.” riddle says to him before gesturing to the croquet game that they’re in the middle of. “sorry about that riddle. I was lost in my thoughts.” trey says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “thinking about them again huh?” riddle asks his childhood friend. “you’ve been doing that a lot. ‘oh they like this treat! oh they like this color!’” riddle quotes. “yeah, they’re just on my mind 24/7 I suppose.” trey smiles at the thought of you, before finishing up his turn.

• ‘you’re the one I want at the end of the day’ - end of the day by one direction

“hey I’m home.” trey says into the small apartment that you had together. “In the kitchen!” you yell towards him, listening to him walking towards you. “whatcha doing sweetheart?” trey asks while wrapping his arms around you. “cooking dinner. how was work today?” you ask while turning off the stove. “don’t wanna talk or even think about it. just want to hold you and think of you.” trey grumbles while kissing down your jaw and neck.

• ‘all’s well that ends well to end up with you’ - lover by taylor swift

“you really want me? me? a baker? when they’re are princes, wealthy families and so much more wanting you? out of all of them, you want me?” trey asks over and over in disbelief. “yes trey, I just want you. no one else for me but you.” you watch as trey’s eyes start to water and leans towards you. holding you tight against his chest. “thank you. thank you for choosing me.”

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover x reader #heartslabyul x reader #twst imagines #twst x y/n #twst x you #twst reactions #twst reader insert #twst fluff #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland reactions #trey clover imagines #trey clover fluff #heartslabyul imagines #heartslabyul fluff

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haleyhunwritess · 2 years ago

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Hiii!!! Could you write a 🤍 fic or drabble with dad!bucky and steve is seeing reader but bucky doesn’t know and they have an argument about something and bucky says something really hurtful so then steve goes to comfort her🥺🥺🥺🥺

🤍 drabble for dad!bucky and reader having an argument then steve comforting her because they're secretly dating

a/n: WAIT I LOVE THIS, also i'm sorry i've been trying to upload more for the celebration but i've been a bit busy with school :(( i'm gonna try to answer more this weekend hopefully (btw i love the ideas you guys send in) also i'm so sorry i keep making these longer than they need to be, you're all probably so sick of my writing at this point😭😭

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"You couldn’t behave just this once? You had to embarrass me infront of my colleagues," Bucky mumbled, as slumping down on the couch.

You recently started working with your father, as an intern of course. You were still in college but it was summer, and unfortunately your summer plans got cancelled. As a birthday present, your mum had bought a trip to Paris. Just for the two of you.

Unfortunately, before the end of the semester, she got into a car accident. When you got to the hospital, she was in surgery. You and Bucky waited there for hours. Steve came by to try to get you both to go home but neither of you moved. Finally, the doctor walked over to you guys. The pitiful look on his face already making you queasy as he said the words that changed your life in an instant. She passed away, she didn’t make it.

Bucky thought that maybe working with him this summer could help you take your mind off of things. At first, it was actually nice to have work as a distraction. But lately, the workload has been more than usual. It’s been tiring and hard but you’ve been trying your best. Today, however, someone else made a mistake and you got blamed for it. You tried to stand up for yourself but no one would listen to you. You looked to your dad for help but Bucky just shook his head and apologized on your behalf.

“I didn't even do anything! Why do you always have to argue with me" You yelled once again, as you threw your bag on the couch.

"I don’t want to argue with you, but you messed up and you need to learn how to take accountability for your actions!" Bucky yelled back, no longer caring about keeping his voice down.

You scoffed in response, "I wish Mom was still here, she wouldn't do this to me. She would stand up for me, she wouldn't believe some other kid over me."

"Fuck I wish she was here so she could see you right now, she'd be nothing but disappointed in you. Thank fucking god she's not here to see you like this, she'd be so fucking ashamed." Bucky instantly regretted what he said, but it was too late. The harsh words already left his mouth, and there was no taking them back now.

You both stood there like that until the sound of the front door pulled you out of your thoughts. You noticed Steve had walked in with takeout in his hand. You completely forgot he was coming over for dinner tonight. You looked back at Bucky before running upstairs to your room.

"Wait sweethear-" Bucky got cut off as you slammed your bedroom door shut. He quickly got up to follow you but Steve stopped him.

"Just let me go talk to her first.” Steve said, knowing you’d be too upset to see Bucky right now.

“I didn’t mean to say that… I just felt guilty when she said what she said…I didn’t mean to h-hurt her, fuck please just go check on her.” Bucky quickly wiped the tears away, knowing there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to forgive him for what he said.

Steve patted his back, before making his way upstairs to your room. His heart broke listening to the quiet sobs coming from your room. He lightly knocked on the door, “Angel, are you in here?”

“Go ‘way, don’t wanna talk…” You mumbled, putting the covers over your head.

“Come on, angel, you don’t have to talk it’s okay, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” Steve waited for a few minutes, hoping you’ll let him in soon. He sighed before turning the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked, and walking in.

He walked over to you, and sat down on the bed before carefully moving the blankets down. You looked up at him, with your tear-stained face, still sobbing quietly as you kept thinking about what Bucky said.

“Oh baby, look at you. All these tears don’t look good on my angel, come on let’s dry these up.” Steve carefully wiped away all your tears with his sleeve before pulling you closer to him to let you lay your head on his lap.

“H-he said that…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. You wanted to tell Steve the harsh words you’d heard earlier. You didn't know that he already heard them as soon as he walked in. It took everything in him to not beat the shit out of Bucky at the time but he knew you needed him more though.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, he didn’t mean it. You know how much he loves you. He didn’t mean what he said, I promise. And I know for a fact that she’d be nothing but proud of you if she was still here.” He quickly shushed you, not wanting you to cry again. He tried his best to soothe you with his sweet words. It helped a little but you couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was right. Would she be disappointed?

“Do you think she’d be disappointed in me? If she ever found out about us? Actually, do you think he’ll be disappointed in me if I ever told him about us?” You mumbled.

Steve thought about it for a second before replying, “Maybe at first, but I’m sure he'll come around. He'll will have to come around, angel, because I’m never letting you go.” He mumbled, burying his face in your neck, making you giggle a bit.

“I miss her alot…” You mumbled, as you could already feel the tears making their way back.

“I know, angel, I know. We all do…” Steve laid there with you until you fell asleep. Stroking your hair, and rubbing your back every now and then. All he wanted to do was take your pain away. You didn’t deserve to feel this way. You were his angel, all he wanted to do was protect you.

#dad!bucky #dad!bucky x reader #steve fluff #steve x reader #dbf!steve x reader #🤍 drabble #1k celebration #haley 1k celebration

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piastrinorris · 1 year ago

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how would older!tom grant react to you just randomly biting his big, beefy bicep?? like maybe you’re a bit sloshed and the urges™ are just too strong to resist, so you just…

like you don’t sink your teeth in enough to truly hurt or to draw blood, just enough to satisfy the urges™.

what’s his reaction???

ik, in canon, ruth bites into like his pec and he’s just like “oh??? … erm, ok.” and accepts his fate, but like… what’s older!tom grant’s reaction??? what’s his response to you randomly sinking your teeth into his beefy bicep??

(prior to seeing jq in that clip from hoard, i would’ve never considered myself a bitey kind of person… but here we are)

oooooh i have the PERFECT mental scenario in my head for this!!

okay so let's say it's been a friend's birthday, or a friend is leaving town, or it's a big work event. for whatever reason, you two went out for dinner with a big group of people, and even though you didn't drink loads, the couple of drinks you did have definitely hit you quicker than they would have when you were in your 20s. not enough to go off the rails or anything, but you're both definitely a little buzzed from it. (this is important, i prommy)

anyway, when you get back home, you guys slip into your usual night-time routine. tom gets in the shower first while you're doing your thing (maybe you're the sort of person who likes to get dolled up so you're taking all your accessories off, maybe you're more chilled w your appearance but you go around making sure the flat isn't a total bombsite once you wake up with an inevitable headache, whatever it is you do), and while you're in the shower, tom does his thing of getting into his singlet + undies (specifically YOUR fave visual there cass heheh), making sure you've got a fresh bottle of water beside your bed for the night, and settling in himself to scroll through reddit or whatever

you go and join him in bed and obv you wanna cuddle up to him bc a) he's tom and b) maybe you get a little extra affection-needy when you've been drinking. however, i think tom's the kind of drunk who literally cannot multi-task to save his life. he'll do whatever you want, but it has to be a "right, we're doing this now, let's go" kinda thing or else he'll just space out. so you're sat in the bed waiting for him to realise and at least put his arm around you while he reads, but he's too engrossed. (again, not ignoring you deliberately, he's just a lil dopey, bless him) you poke him in the arm, and he makes a weird sound but still remains scrolling through his phone. and so, with the last remnants of the night's alcohol taking your inhibitions away, you lean down and just press your teeth into his bicep. not a full on chomp, nothing painful, just enough so that he definitely feels teeth digging into him.

so he looks over with a Classic Tommy G Look™ like:

and you just look up at him, mouth still on his arm, and he just starts laughing, "what are you doing there, you wazzock?"

(wazzock is a term used in the general midlands dialect as an alternative word for like. idiot, silly goose, etc. there's a specific dialect where tom's canonically from, though, if you want to look up the sort of things he'd say, here's some good examples + i'm more than happy to try and help navigate what some words and phrases mean/are supposed to sound like lol)

anyway, you explain that he wasn't listening to you so Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures and he laughs it off with you and wraps his arm around you for the night

except as time goes on, you start realising that actually, even though you've only done it the once, you miss the feeling of biting tom's arm. it doesn't help when the weather gets warmer so he's wearing tank tops and short sleeves all the time and just... putting them on display, it's torture. so any time you're running on autopilot, or you just really need to do something impulsive, you'll go up to him and bite his arm. at first it still takes him by surprise a lot and makes him laugh, but eventually, he just sort of looks at you like, "y'alright?" and you'll just nod and he'll nod back and carry on doing whatever he's doing

besides, he totally gets you back for it when you guys are getting intimate. he doesn't bite anywhere that'll be super obvious, you're not teenagers leaving hickies on each others' necks, but he'll leave a nice little toothy bruise on your inner thigh, or just beneath your breast, or on your hip. just so that whenever you catch a glimpse of yourself in the shower or whatever, you're reminded that he can bite back, too 😌

#tom grant #make up 2019 #tom grant x reader #tom grant x you #tom grant imagine #older!tom grant #older!tom grant x reader #cassie 🌼

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bnesszai · 4 months ago

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Humans are social animals.

Humans do not need to hide their natural selves because they are normal to each other. They are ordinary and they do not think too hard about anything because that is a waste of time. They do not like thinking about things like death and sickness.

They want to live forever. They do not think if they will make it to their fifteenth or twentieth or fortieth birthday in one piece. They know they will.

Humans do not ask all the wrong questions.

Unlike Dazai Osamu, who is capable of doing the exact opposite. Thinks about all they shouldn’t. Stays awake late at night thinking and thinking and running his ceaseless, tired mind on every possible scenario for things he cannot change. Dazai, who is capable of putting on a hundred faces and sewing them together so he can forget his own.

Dazai, who in comparison to his partner Chuuya and his coworkers, stands so dimly that a dark room would provide more light. Dazai, who can solve puzzles of any kind given the resources to do so, could not figure out the puzzle that was human nature.

What no one had told him was that humans did not intentionally operate on puzzles.

They see this boy who operates all above them, but no one talks about how far the clouds really are from the ground. How memorizing number strings will not save you from crying at the death of someone who was almost able to hold your heart just right. Remind you that you had one in the first place.

No amount of socializing and putting on personas could save him from the blow of having the ground fall from underneath his feet. Dazai thought often, and bitterly, that “humans are social animals” was a statement worth revising.

Humans are animals when they are social. This is what he thinks with certainty as he progresses through the next stage of his life. A rebirth for the sole purpose of dying again. Humans are scared of things they don’t understand. Dazai disappears into the bathroom at a bar.

He is scared of himself. So he revises again.

Humans are animals. He walks into the rain the weathermen said nothing about. There is an old lady at the bus stop who sees him freezing because he is not human. If he is not human the cold will not kill him. She gives him an umbrella anyway and offers for him to stay for dinner. To give him warm homemade tempura with her family recipe. A bit of green tea on the side. She had two grandchildren but “they’re very polite really.” And they were. Everything Dazai had touched he saw stained with black goop. It was climbing against the walls and floorboards but he left a thank you note while she slept.

Dazai revises his statement.

Humans are. What humans were he was not. Where they excelled he lacked. This was the universal balance. That he would be the amalgamation of everything humans weren’t supposed to be, so they could claim to be made in God’s image. Dazai was the antithesis to humanity.

He exchanges one of his playlists with Atsushi, having a few bands in common. He sees the boy’s face light up in a way Dazai could never be capable of. He hears the boy claim, “Just like me!” And for the smallest fraction of a second he is tempted to claw at all of the masks he had sewn together to show Atsushi the gaping hole where he was supposed to be. To say, “no. I am nothing like you. You are human.” He only smiles and continues looking through the playlist. His hand shakes.

Dazai revises their statement.

Humans. Atsushi could not be described as anything else. Chuuya. Kunikida. Ranpo. Akutagawa. Sigma. All of them. But if his ability was No Longer Human, surely it implied he had to have been human at some point. That he could be again. But it was too late for that. He had tied himself to pulling the strings from the back. Lumped in with the likes of Fyodor. Dazai scratches it out and revises.

Human is a liability.

“Dazai-San, come join us!! That cafe downtown is giving us free bagels and coffee. Wanna come?” Kenji and Atsushi looked at him hopefully. They looked at him as if everything he touched didn’t smear and stain. Dazai smiles in his usual laid back manner and gets up from the couch, following them. ‘Free stuff and no work? Count me in!’

Dazai orders plain coffee, watching the kids and Ranpo ask for plenty of sugar. There is sunlight coming through the window and for once he is in it.

Dazai revises his statement.

“Humans are worth protecting.”

He sets down the pen and pad to the side, resting his head on Chuuya’s pillows. Greeted by the warm embrace of the only thing that would remain constant. Even if he wasn’t entirely human, there are people who believed he was.

And surely that had to count for something.

"Dazai was the antithesis to humanity"

I'm gonna be sick thanks

#hhh okay i love this one a lot #jinxie<3

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crimsonwolf715 · 12 days ago

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Communication Barrier

(An extension to one of my favorite bonding moments in Young Justice. Takes place during episode eight and has a couple scenes from it.)

“I need to talk to Aqualad. The rest of you, hit the showers and head home,” Batman says.

“Head home? I am home,” Conner replies, sounding perturbed.

That’s nothing unusual for him though.

Everyone else but Dick and Kaldur head off in different directions.

“Just Aqualad,” Batman emphasizes.

Dick and Kaldur share a look, then Dick heads towards the showers, trying not to let his anger get the better of him here at the Cave. He takes longer in the shower, making sure to get every bit of muck off of him since he knows that stuff will stick if he doesn’t. He dries his hair completely, then heads out to see who’s still there. Maybe he can have an intelligent conversation to keep him from continuing to get frustrated. Everyone else is either at home or staring into each other’s eyes, so he heads to the Zeta Tube so he can go home.

Dick goes into his room fuming. Bowser, Dick’s little robot, is currently eating a bag of potato chips. Dick starts pacing the length of his room.

“Can’t ever talk about our issues. It’s always ‘I’m the night’ and all that other bull. He’s all ‘my way or the highway’,” Dick says to Bowser as he rolls around picking up everything Dick’s throwing for emphasis. “Maybe we could just care that I have feelings sometimes.”

He tosses a wad of paper and Bowser catches it in midair.

“Sir, I think you’re misunderstanding your father’s intentions with the statement,” he says. “If he only wanted to talk to Aqualad, then he most likely wanted to talk to Aqualad about something that only regarded him. Maybe it wasn’t even about the mission.”

“Of course it was about the mission, Bowser. It’s always about the mission, and there’s never any compliments. I want to be complimented every once in a while.”

“Is this the teen angst that Bruce was talking about?” Bowser asks.

“When did he say that?”

“I don’t know, it was a little while ago but he asked someone over the phone about it. Also, I believe that there’s something wrong with my wires. I’m moving rather slowly.”

Dick turns his attention to Bowser’s movements.

“You’re right, that’s super odd,” Dick says, walking over and picking Bowser up.

“Weee,” Bowser says as Dick takes him over to the desk.

Any other time, Dick would have laughed at the robot’s enthusiasm at being held, but not today. His phone starts ringing, so he looks at it.

He answers. “Hey, Wally.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” Wally asks.

“I wanna punch a hole in the wall,” Dick answers.

“Ooo, I have an idea.”

“Are you about to make fun of me?”

“Yeah, definitely. You should try talking to your dad. People actually work issues out when they talk to the people that they have issues with.”

“Bruce and I don’t talk things out. We ignore them until they go away, which we’ll do again.”

“That’s stupid, Rob.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll think about it. Don’t you have something to be doing right now, KF?”

“I’ve got a birthday party in a bit, but I felt like it was important to check on you. I know that you and your dad struggle with communication.”

“I’m fine. Thanks for calling to check in.”

“You’re welcome. I’m gonna go, but don’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll talk to you later, KF.”

“Alright, I’ll call you after my party’s done if I have time. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Dick hangs up and goes back to trying to fix Bowser. He keeps getting frustrated and messing it up, so he abandons it. He puts Bowser down on the floor and tells him he’ll be fine, heads downstairs and makes himself a sandwich for dinner since Alfred is nowhere to be seen. He attempts to watch TV after eating, but he can’t find anything he wants to watch.

After half an hour of trying, he just decides that he’s going to do some workout. He changes, then heads to the gym in the manor. Dick’s doing physical training with his gymnastics equipment. He’s trying to concentrate, but finds it hard with the ever growing frustration.

“Just, Aqualad,” Dick fumes, then swings off and tries to land on one of the free standing punching bags.

He fails, lands in a roll and stumbles back into the wall. His frustration boils over and he punches the wall. He shakes his hand then goes to get water. He sits down and starts drinking water.

Bruce finishes patrol and then goes to the Batcave to get changed. He spots Dick in the gym and sits down. He looks angry and Bruce knows that he’s frustrated about the encounter with Aqualad today.

How can I make him feel better? Maybe some one on one time will do the trick.

“I’m going to change. Can you grab Dick and send him out to the back, please?” Bruce asks Alfred, who’s standing behind him.

“Of course I can, Master Bruce.”

Bruce changes into workout clothes and heads out to the basketball court in the back with a basketball. When Dick comes out with Alfred, Bruce tosses him the basketball.

“What’s this?” Dick asks.

“Training,” Bruce answers. “Hand-eye coordination.”

Dick smiles. “One on one?”

“If you think you can handle it.”

The two start playing basketball and Bruce notices Alfed’s smile when he looks that way. Once Dick’s worn out, which doesn’t take long considering the day he’s had, the two head inside.

After another change of clothes, Dick grabs a Coke out of the fridge then walks into the living room. Bruce is sitting on the couch reading a book. Dick walks over, then flings himself onto the couch against Bruce. Bruce looks up from his book at Dick, who gives him a wicked smile. Bruce wraps an arm around him and starts reading aloud.

“Well, I’m gonna fall asleep,” Dick says, drinking some of his Coke.

“Maybe you’ll actually sleep a normal amount of hours,” Bruce replies, taking Dick’s Coke and putting it on the side table.

“Rude.”

“You don’t need that much sugar this late.”

“Meh meh meh,” Dick huffs.

Bruce ruffles Dick’s hair, then continues reading. Dick does end up falling asleep only to be woken up by Bruce a while later.

“What?” Dick asks sleepily.

“You guys have a mission.”

Dick sits up and starts rubbing his eyes.

“Right now?” he asks after looking at his watch.

“Yep. Head to the Cave when you’re ready.”

Dick nods, blinking sleepily. Dick catches Bruce giving him a loving smile before heading down to the Batcave. Dick sighs, then gets up.

“Guess we got something to do.”

He heads down to the Batcave and Bruce is already gone.

“Always in such a rush.”

Dick gets ready, then heads to the Cave via the Zeta Tubes.

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akihabara-division03 · 3 months ago

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ARB Birthday Special: Makina Setsukura

~ September 1st ~

“Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.”

“Hah… the day hasn’t even started and I’m already tired of adulting… can I go back to being a teenager…? No… can I go back to those days before everything happened?”

“Hmmmm guess not, who am I kidding… well happy birthday to me and anyone else who’s celebrating today…”

Voice Lines

“Hello? We live? Hmmmmm ok ok, good to see everyone again— especially now that my birthday’s rolled around again. I know, I know, we’re at that point already. Time, slow down, already, I don’t wanna get older. Hm? ‘Keep it up and you’ll be an old hag soon’? I’m getting my mods in here and I’m banning you for five minutes, you take that back.”

“We’re gonna aim for a 24 hour stream. I’m running on thirty minutes of sleep, but I’ll be streaming all day today— Ah… but I think Anika did say she wanted to at least meet up with the tomato head for dinner, so I’ll be gone for a bit… but I guess you’re stuck with me all day, chat. Ah… I saw all the fanart earlier this morning and I’m seeing lots of “happy birthday’s” in chat… that’s nice of you guys… WHAT THE HELL YOU GUYS, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE DONOS AND SUBS BUT QUIT SPENDING YOUR MONEY ON ME!!!!!! … WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS?!?! YOU’RE TAKING IT TOO FAR, TOO FAR, I SAID!!!!!!!!”

“Oi… it’s too early for your bullshit… so what’d you want? Oh, you remembered it. Hah? My birthday is easy to remember? Oh, right, we have the same birthday… Hey, Anika, maybe today’s not the day to— U-Uh huh…”

“Kay? So what is this? They’re two cute bunny figures to me? Cable holders? … I’m starting to notice you only gift me things you just want me to have so I can be out of your way… Tch. Shrewd old hag. Hey, Anika? … No, it’s nothing. I said it’s nothing.”

“Oh, Shian. You’re here. Why do you sound like you’re threatening me… Ew, never say shit like that again.”

“What the— how in the hell did you lug that thing in here, it’s as tall as I am?! What even is this? A gaming chair? And it’s Kuromi and My Melody-themed? I mean it’s cute and all, but I have a chair already? Ehhhh… I don’t wanna hear that from Ms. “Old Hag with a shrimp back because of her cow udders”… OW! You punched me?! This is child abuse, dammit!!! Then assault! Didn’t you say that shit’s illegal?! Tch. Fucking corrupt bail lady… Argh I said nothing!”

Anika Lines

“Morning, Makina~ What do you mean, ‘how’d I remember?’ Your birthday specifically is kinda hard to forget. But! That’s a problem for future-us! For now, this day is dedicated to you and you alone~”

“Hehe! That’s what they look like but they’re cable holders! That way, you’re not just leaving your cords and cables all over the place and no one has to keel tripping over them! Ohhhhhh? I have no clue what you mean~ I can still lip-read, dipshit. What the hell, then don’t act like you’re gonna say something to me if you’re gonna take it back…”

Shian Lines

“Damn, well ‘happy birthday’ to you… Excited to see me, I see. Look, this is the one day I can’t tell you off, so enjoy your special day while it lasts. It’s not a threat, I do mean it. You’ve always been so miserable, so just enjoy this one day, kiddo. Shut up and just open your present.”

“I have my ways, now just look. Your bean bag chair doesn’t count, you can’t keel using that to stream. You’ll have the back of an old lady before you turn twenty at this rate. … “What’re you talking about? You’re technically an adult now. Sure, just try. We both know I’ll get away with it, anyway. Hah? You tryna tell me something?”

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic arb #hypmic arb #akihabara division #pixel syndicate #makina setsukura #anika kiyozaki #shian meizono #makina birthday 2024

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liliansun · 1 year ago

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no one particularly cares but i need this moment to vent bc i’m on the verge of tears and i wanna smash a pumpkin against my wall. and like,, if for some reason you read this lmk if i’m being unreasonable bc i feel like i am but then again i’m not.

so my bf is going into the military and he’s gonna be leaving in december right? so he just left meps today and got to his house and said his family pushed his birthday dinner from tonight (it’s his birthday today) to tomorrow night. i was like okay, he was gonna come over in the morning and we hang out w my baby and then he was gonna skedaddle off to the bday dinner with his family.

with this information i was gonna make him a cake and surprise him bc i didn’t get to see him today. so then he tells me his dad pushed it off to wherever so he was gonna go out w his guy friends to hang out and plan for the bday dinner to be later this weekend and i’m like okay and he tells me he’s gonna come by later in the day tomorrow instead of the morning bc he’s out w the boys. i’m like okay, have fun and be safe and i update him and yada yada. so then he tells me he’s going to texas which is like a few states over (4+ hour drive in the night) and i’m in the middle of a cod mobile game and i’m thinking to myself. wtf? bc in my head that contradicted the whole plans he kept changing for tomorrow (context: i was off today and tomorrow) and then he’s like nvm my friends voted against it and idk if you think like me but i thought that was dumb as hell.

so then i’m in a sour mood, i lost my br match bc i was so just out of it bc i’m like wtf? sure go do whatever you wanna do w your friends,, but if we made plans to hang out how tf do you expect me to feel when you plan to go state hopping instead. so we get into this discussion which i don’t want to call an argument and he’s like “i’m sorry but at the same time i’m not” and i’m like. elaborate. bc that shit didn’t make sense to me. “he’s like i’m sorry i’m being difficult but i’m not sorry bc i assumed you had no plans for tomorrow. well sir,, i was trying to SURPRISE you and idk if me asking a million times what time you wanted to come over didn’t give a hint?? guess not?? but okay and i’m trying to end the conversation bc i’m annoyed and he’s annoying me even more by wanting to talk it all out right here rn and i’m the type of person who needs time to think over everything,, collect my thoughts and readdress it once i’m clear headed and can see where i was wrong and he’s not

and then we get to the point of conversation where he’s like well what do you have planned for tomorrow and i’m like nothing now, you wanna go out w your friends so go out w them and he’s like we’re not going and im like okay, so go do something else w them i’m just not in the mood and he’s like no i wanna see you and i’m thinking to myself that i don’t particularly wanna see him but ik it’s bc i’m in a bad mood and maybe i’ll feel better in the morning maybe i won’t but rn i’m like stay the hell away from me before i start crying. and he’s like well the latest i’ll be by is 3 and i’m like okay. nice. and he’s like my recruiter might need me around 4 ish and i’m like. so you mean to tell me you wanna drive 40 minutes to my house to turn around and drive another 30 minutes and come back for another 30 minutes?? this is coming from the man that literally told me earlier today “since i’m quitting my job bc i’m going into the military, i don’t wanna be reckless w my spending till then”

so i mention that bc that’s a waste of gas and idk where y’all live but that shit ain’t cheep here and he tells me to let him worry about that and i’m like okay bc atp i’m done having the conversation and he’s trying to be lovey dovey and i’m about to throw my phone into the gulf and cry to tswift songs bc i just don’t know what to do.

part of me is like let him come bc he’s gonna be gone soon and you don’t know how long or where he’s gonna be at for boot camp and part of me is like he didn’t take in consideration the fact that he made plans with me and threw them out the fucking window on the highway while he was keke giggling at the thought of driving idek how many hours away and sleeping with his friends in his friends’ car.

so yeah. if you’ve made it this far on my lil ted talk, i love you. i think i’m genuinely gonna go cry and hold my baby and just try to sleep bc my head hurts and my heart hurts and i feel like i’m being irrational but at the same time i feel like i have a right to feel this way.

#lilac’s ted talk 🗣#this was a mess and lots of emotions so idek if this was something i needed to let out or keep to myself.#also if you truly know me you how much i take into playing cod mobile and i’m very prideful in winning that game like it’s the only thing #that i will get gamers rage over so like the fact that i just spaced and we lost i was pissed and confused snd i couldn’t even play anymore #but if you play cod mobile hmu and we can play together

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Case 26 - Ken Ichijouji Arrive Trop Tard

[AO3 version]

“Ah they got the rest of the shards…” Arsenemon observed them by distance.

“I hate to be doing this… But do I have any option?”

“... They won’t forgive me, but… la fin justifie les moyens, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, mon ami…”

They left the 10th piece with Koushiro, who put it into a transparent container and away from the digimon… In his office.

“Good job, everyone” Koushiro complimented them with a smile, “But we still need to retrieve the stolen ten from Arsenemon.”

“Yeah, we know that!” Daisuke said seriously, “We need to keep them safe from Arsenemon!”

“You’re back to being fired up, huh…” Miyako teased him.

“We can do this, catch all of them and then save everyone. Arsenemon is our only enemy now.”

“I think he’s too fired up for our tastes,” Tentomon commended, “… Am I wrong?”

“No, but… that’s a little harsh...” the boy laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, Koushiro-san” Iori said with a deadpan, “If Daisuke-san does something stupid we will be here to prevent him.”

“H-hey, I won’t-- But if I do, please stop me anyway.”

“That’s a weird thing to say” Patamon commented, everyone agreed.

“Iori was just joking,” Armadimon explained, “Or half-joking, dagya.”

“I know, but… I mean if one of those shards ends up… y’know…”

“Ah…” Hikari frowned.

“But that won’t happen,” V-mon said with a smile, “Daisuke has a good control over his emotions so yeah!”

“... That’s right. I have nothing to fear here!”

Ken was going home, flying on Stingmon right back to the apartment complex where he lives with his family, when he started recapping everything that happened until now.

Since Noel Leblanc appeared, Daisuke had changed drastically his stance on Arsenemon… And he definitely witnessed Noel with a fragment once. And the surname ‘Leblanc’ is too suspicious right… But Noel himself claimed to be a distant relative from Maurice Leblanc, the creator of Arsène Lupin, one of the most famous phantom thief fictional characters in the literature.

“Noel-kun said his birthday is on June 15.”

He phoned Takeru later, once he was at home. Asking if he had discovered something else about that boy.

“June 15?”

“Yes, and there’s something interesting about it… On June 15, 1906… Leblanc published a oneshot featuring Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes. But Doyle stopped Leblanc from continuing using his character by 1907, in which Leblanc then used the name Herlock Sholmès to continue his story to not abandon it.”

“Hm?”

“Funny detail, isn’t it…?”

“Herlock Sholmes…”

“Ken-chan?” his mother called him. Wormmon went to the door, “Oh, Wormmon… Is Ken-chan busy?”

“He’s on the phone now. Would you like to tell me what it is so I can tell him later?”

“Oh don’t worry, I just wanted to call him for dinner.”

“Alright, I will tell him.”

But why would that sound so suspicious…? Ken was still not sure what this meant. Rather than Daisuke… Acting strange again -- He had left without warnings and said have been after Arsenemon, who had been in the karaoke building that time.

It’s true that Arsenemon was in the building, but why would Daisuke not have warned them?

“... Why did I say that?” Daisuke was lying on his bed after he finished his dinner. V-mon walked in, satisfied with eating enough.

“Aaah~ I love food~”

“You were still eating?” the boy turned his head to the digimon sitting next to him, but on the floor.

“Yeah! It was too delicious to refuse for a second plate!”

“... I couldn’t eat enough though… Something is… buggin’ me.”

“Oh?”

“Ya know… Why did I… say that? Why am I worried about… becoming a victim of those shards?”

“Like you said, everyone can be affected by those, even Koushiro.”

“Yeah… But you said I’m good at controlling my feelings… If I was so sure about that…”

“Hey, you’re worrying about things you can’t control again. That’s not like your usual ‘you’!!”

“I guess it's puberty” he sighed, “But I don’t want to think about this. But I keep… Doing it…”

“... You’re just stressed. Wanna do something to relieve stress?”

“Ah! Want to… Watch those digimon videos on the Network, it’s always fun seeing everyone bonding with their digimon y’know?”

“Yeah! I will catch some popcorn, wait a minute!!” and then V-mon got up and ran to the kitchen.

“H-Hey, you don’t know how to use the microwave!!” and then Daisuke got up, but something stopped him drastically.

He felt… The feeling someone was watching him. He runned to the balcony and opened the door.

“Ah… Thank you, mama!” V-mon voice came from the kitchen, the Motomiyas are really nice to him!! Jun’s partner, Pulsemon, was also asking for some popcorn. He had noticed Daisuke running to the balcony but didn’t realize why though…

“Hey Daisuke?” V-mon looked in the direction of the balcony entrance, so he went there.

“Hm?” the boy looked at him, “I… I thought I heard something but… It was just the wind.”

“Huh… Strange…” V-mon blinked, “Hey, there’s something in your hand…”

“??” He noticed he was holding a paper. It was one of those black cards with a golden paw on the back. Did Arsenemon--?!

“What does it say??”

“...” Daisuke took a look at it, “It says… nothing?”

“Nothing!?” V-mon snatched the card from Daisuke’s hands, “What!? Why would he send something without a word!?”

“Who knows…” Daisuke replied with a shrug, “Anyway, got the popcorn?”

“It’s on the way!!”

Next day, Daisuke showed them the strange Calling Card when they gathered at the karaoke booth after class.

“There’s nothing written here indeed…” Takeru commented.

“That’s strange,” Hawkmon frowned, “Why would Arsenemon send you something like this…?”

“Beats me” Daisuke replied, “More… More likely how did he deliver this without me noticing he was there?”

“Hmm… Are you sure you didn’t notice anything strange?” Iori asked.

“I… I did feel someone was watching me… But… It was just the wind.”

“The wind?” Tailmon, Hikari and Miyako repeated.

“Yeah, the… window was opened a little bit, so the sound of the wind… Y’know, that thing that does… Whoooosh and sounded like a wolf’s howl.”

“Ah, I see…” they all said, except for Ken.

“A-anyway… I have no idea what this means!! It has nothing written here! Maybe he’s just pranking me!?”

“... Have you put it against the light?” Ken finally spoke.

“H-huh!?”

“There’s special inks that cannot be visible to the naked eye, you have to use a warm source in order to reveal its contents. Like a desktop lamp.”

“... I didn’t. I forgot this was a thing.”

“Then do it now,” Ken then took from his pocket a small flashlight.

“Why did you have that in your pocket, dagya!?” Armadimon asked what everyone wanted to say but was beaten by him.

“Last night the power was out in my area, so I brought it with me.”

“Still weird to have a flashlight right now…” Daisuke blinked, “Or is it because you’re into this detective role more than me?”

“Shut up and give me the calling card.”

“Right, mr. Detective~”

Ken turned the flashlight on and put the card over it. The others grouped behind him, the curiosity definitely killing them. They squinted their eyes…

“…”

“It says…”

“ ‘It says…’??” the others repeated together in unison.

“... Nothing.”

“NOTHING!?”

“This is a surprise to me too…” Ken babbled, he was confused as everyone else in the room.

“So he’s just making fun of us!!” Daisuke hissed, “That sneaky evil thief!!”

“But he knows we have the other ten shards,” Hikari mused, “Maybe this is a warning he will attack us soon…”

“Maybe it didn’t work because the flashlight is not--” Ken tried to explain, but he was interrupted by Daisuke’s gibberish angry noises.

“Then we have to look for him FIRST!” Miyako shouted, and turned her laptop on, “I’ll use Izumi-senpai’s radar to detect the other ten pieces and find his whereabouts!!”

“Guys, I…” Ken tried to talk again, but at this point everyone was not giving him attention anymore. Hikari, Takeru, Iori and Daisuke plus their partners grouped behind Miyako, and they watched the screen.

“That’s rude of your part!” Wormmon complained, “Ken-chan wanted to--”

“It’s okay, maybe they’re right… We should focus on tracking those stolen fragments first.”

“B-But Ken-chan!!”

“I said it’s okay, don’t worry about it Wormmon” he smiled serenely.

“.................. I can’t detect any of them!!”

“You can do it, Miyako!” Daisuke shouted, “BUT SOME BRAIN POWER HERE!!”

“I’M TRYING I’M TRYING BUT NOTHING APPEARS ON THE MAP!!”

“DO WHAT THOSE HACKERS DO IN THE MOVIES!!”

“WHA-WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! THOSE MOVIES ARE NOT EVEN A REALISTIC DEPICTION OF HACKING OR PROGRAMMING!!”

“...” Ken watched them for a while and then he just… left the booth with Wormmon. He sent Takeru a text message explaining he just went out to take a breath.

Hopefully he would come back with the solution of that enigmatic calling card.

Arsenemon said he would take the shard from Yamato previously, but he didn’t appear. And according to Daisuke, he was there but probably was chased by Daisuke himself in the most reckless way possible.

Those made no sense to Ken. Wormmon was on his shoulder, looking at him.

“Something makes no sense…”

“Hm?”

“Why wouldn’t Daisuke warn us? Why would he leave V-mon with me again?”

“Do you think he lied?”

“He’s bad at lying, he’s too straightforward and blunt about his feelings and thoughts.”

“True, true…”

“... he wouldn’t lie to us, or at least not to me.”

“What do you think this calling card means?” Wormmon pointed to the card in Ken’s hand, “Do you think there’s something hidden in it?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to solve its mystery.”

Everything seemed to lie within that ominous calling card…

“You’re just having fun with it, ain’t ya?” Espimon said, with an annoyed and tired voice. She was looking at Arsenemon in his disguised form.

“Before I can get all of those shards and seal them away, sure why not?” he chuckled innocently.

“You shouldn’t toy with the Chosen Children!!” she snapped, “They will totally not get that you’re actually on their side if you keep treating it like a game!!”

“Humans are fascinating living beings, don’t you think mademoiselle Espimon?” he smiled, “They can have their spats… But true friendship is what leads them to the right path. They will be fine, I’m sure they find it entertaining as well.”

“Uh… Do you think it’s okay doing this to them…?” she shook her head in disapproval “Tsc tsc, boss… I’m disappointed.”

“They wouldn’t believe me if I told them the truth. I tried though…” he shrugged, “And got no results. Not a single good outcome. So if we have to do something like this…”

“But! How about Impmon and Dracumon??”

“Ah… Uh… We have to track them down right…” he stroked his chin, “They better stay away from this. But I’ve got it covered too, mes amis are on their track too.”

“Huh… You mean Soleil and Lune?” She blinked.

“Oui. I know they like to work hunting the bad apples and making them pay.”

“Geesh, I don’t want to watch this trainwreck of a show” she pouted, “It will ruin everything you--…”

“Alright, alright. If our little monsieur detéctive catches moi before I get my hands on their shards, I will surrender and explain everything WE know to them all.”

Ken took the calling card with him to home, and tried to find a way to reveal its content. He thought the flashlight wouldn’t be warm enough to show the content, so putting it against the light didn’t work.

“Sigh…”

Maybe if he used a lighter? He knew his dad had one, despite not smoking. None of the Ichijoujis smoke, so he only had that to light candles. Maybe he should do it somewhere safer…

“Ken-chan, what are you planning to do with that?”

“The other alternative for invisible inks is using fire to heat the ink and reveal what’s hidden.”

“Oooh, like in the movies!”

“Unless this card is enchanted with magic, we might learn what’s written…”

“I can do the magic part as Pucchiemon, if you want…!”

“Pucchiemon is a fairy digimon…” Ken mused, “Thanks, I’m counting on you if this doesn’t work.”

“... Yeah I think I’m doing something bad” Arsenemon(?) sighed, “But it is justified. I need those shards so I can seal them away from both worlds. Do you understand me… Right? Then… lend me your power, mon ami.”

… Silence.

“Why are you… Doing this?” The person whom Arsenemon was talking to finally spoke, “Couldn’t you… Just straight say it instead?”

“Ah… You shouldn’t underestimate the Chosen Children, they’re said to be heroes but… I don’t think they would cooperate with a digimon and a thief.”

“... I understood. But why do you think I would help, anyway?” the person shrugged, “You’re aware that I will hate you for this later, right…?”

“I’m well aware of the risks, but you’re the one who simply offered me a hand countless times. So I suppose I can be forgiven for this.”

“When I get back to normal you might get dunked into the trash. Letting you know.”

“Will you?” Arsenemon laughed gently, “That might be what humans call ‘aggressive affection’ right?”

“No, I meant LITERALLY dunking you in the closest dumpster.”

“Oh… That’s cruel coming from you,” he frowned.

Ken used the lighter’s flame closer to the calling card. He and Pucchiemon were in the ceiling of their building, trying to test that option first.

“Ken-chan,” Pucchiemon gasped, “Something is appearing in the paper!!”

“... I know, Let’s finish heating the ink and then read the content.”

The ink was revealing word by word, and then Ken winced once he finished reading the complete sentence.

“Darn it!!”

“W-what is it!?” Pucchiemon saw Ken closing the lighter and dropping the calling card on the floor. He then took it from the ground and…

I need your help, mon ami. Can you give me the shards you six gathered, s'il te plaît?

“He… he’s asking…”

“EVOLVE INTO STINGMON AND TAKE ME TO KOUSHIRO-SAN’S OFFICE” Ken shouted, then he just phoned the others, his heart racing and afraid of something happening to…

“Uh? Daisuke-kun?” Koushiro blinked, “Why are you here at this hour?”

“I uhh… I need you to help me with something! It’s important!”

“Where’s V-mon?” Tentomon asked.

“He crashed into bed and didn’t want to come with me” he shrugged, “I think I know how we can get the other ten shards!”

“You…?” Tentomon and Koushiro looked at each other, and then to the boy. It’s very unusual for Daisuke to make plans, or rather… not telling other young five beforehand.

“Y-Yeah… It’s like… You need to look at this area!” he pointed to a random part on the map “I think it’s somewhere there…!!”

“Somewhere…?” Koushiro and Tentomon looked at the screen, where Daisuke was pointing at. They didn’t notice the boy snapping his fingers from his free hand behind his back, making a black cat with green eyes pop from the screen.

“?! What?!” Tentomon gasped -- This is…!?

Then both Koushiro and Tentomon fell unconscious on the floor. Daisuke muttered “I’m sorry, Koushiro-san, Tentomon…” and headed to the container with the wicked Digimental pieces inside. He was ready to grab it when…

“?!”

Wormmon’s sticky silk thread pulled his hand back.

He looked back and saw the entire group there, in shock.

“What are you doing!?” Miyako screamed.

“...” They definitely noticed something was wrong with him.

“I should’ve expected this would happen…” Ken said with a serious voice, “You were under Arsenemon’s control since that time he casted that spell on you, weren’t you?”

“He… He told me the truth,” Daisuke smiled, and put his hand on the top of the container, “Don’t worry, he’ll help us. I promise y’all.”

“Daisuke-kun, snap out of this!!” Hikari pleaded.

“I hate what I’m doing, but please understand this is for everyone’s sake!”

“Why would we trust you in this state?!” Takeru argued, “You’re brainwashed or something!”

“...” he dropped the smile and frowned, “He was right, we wouldn’t understand his motives after all…”

“Wormmon, don’t dare to release that silk thread!” Miyako shouted angrily, and then everyone held the poor insect digimon like a tug war, forcing Daisuke to be dragged back.

“You have me to do this…!!” he tried to resist, “I don’t want anyone else to be corrupted by those things ever again…!!”

“You’re out of yourself!” Armadimon screamed, “Don’t let him fool you, dagya!!”

“Daisuke-san, please listen to us!!” Hawkmon added.

“We will find a way to keep those away from everyone!!” Patamon said, while he and the others tried to keep Daisuke away from the container.

“L-Let me go…!” Yeah, he wouldn’t give in either… “This is the only way we can fix Ken’s mistake!!”

“Well, I will fix MY mistake without letting some thief force my best friend to betray us…!”

“!!?” He stopped resisting and let the group drag him away. All of a sudden??

“... Did you give up now?” Iori asked Daisuke, and he nodded his head.

“I… I don’t think we should be fighting him though…”

“Huh?” the others (but Ken) exclaimed.

“What do ya mean, dagya?”

Daisuke sighed, quite disappointed and ashamed of what he was trying to do.

“Arsenemon… He wants to seal those away, in another place, one no one can access. One place no one can return from if they try going there.”

“But why didn’t he say it before?!” Patamon pouted.

“Well, he wanted to have fun at least” the boy shrugged, surely Daisuke was still strange, but he managed to resist(?) to something, “He loves human being’s lifestyles. The idea of playing a cat and rat game was fascinating.”

“Why did you simply decide to help him?” Hawkmon asked.

“I had no other choice, that’s all.”

“You’re lying again,” Ken said, annoyed.

“No, I’m not. I never lied… I just never told y’all. But he believed he had no other choice. And I guess he was right this whole time.”

“Using you like that is unforgivable!” Miyako clenched her fists, “Once I found him…”

“... I let him do it. And I think it’s not anyone’s fault here, just a thread of misunderstandings…”

“Then, why didn’t you warn us before??” Tailmon asked next.

“Actually he did,” Iori mused, “when we talked to Koushiro-san earlier, I made a light joke and then Daisuke-san asked us to stop him.”

“Wait… Was it… Ah, yeah. Yeah.”

“What did you do to Koushiro-san?” Hikari asked.

“He told me to cast this spell and make him and Tentomon fall asleep. I swear I didn’t kill them! I hope…”

Then Takeru checked Koushiro’s pulse, and turned to the group, “He’s fine, just passed out.”

“Phew…” Daisuke sighed in relief, “I know I did a bad thing, but… Can we please do the right thing and talk to Arsenemon…?”

“I don’t think so… It doesn’t sound like a good idea” Wormmon said, and the others nodded.

“... You won’t trust me because of this too,” he asked them. They nodded and he felt hopeless.

“If he didn’t mean no harm, why did he use you?” Takeru clenched his fist.

“We’re running in circles, at least talk with him!!”

“Wormmon, do the honors” Ken asked him.

“W-what do y’all plan to d-do!?”

“Sticky Net!!”

Wormmon used his sticky silk thread to tie up Daisuke. Miyako and Hawkmon went to wake Koushiro and Tentomon up. And once they were awake again, they explained what had happened. But there was something shameful in Daisuke’s face. Oh he hated what he had done…!! But…

“... You should watch your surroundings.”

“Huh?” Patamon blinked.

The lights went off all of a sudden and they all were in the dark. Something happened for a few seconds and then when the lights went on again…

“GAH!? DAISUKE DISAPPEARED!!” Patamon shouted.

“The fragments too” Armadimon reported.

“H-Have Daisuke-han turned into our enemy now…?” Tentomon asked himself.

“Ken-kun?” Miyako noticed Ken was too quiet.

“Koushiro-san, can we use the tracker now?” he asked with a smirk in the face!?

“Yuck, this silky thread is really sticky…!!” Daisuke complained, carrying the container under his arm, “I should’ve asked for V-mon’s help but…”

He walked for a few hours now… Until he went to a building’s ceiling. Arsenemon was there, kinda upset?? But why?

“You’re kinda late,” Arsenemon spoke… differently from his usual.

“Oh relax,” Daisuke smiled, “It worked, be thankful for that.”

“I hate what we have done…” he dramatically whined. The boy was not sure what to say though, “I’m so sorry…!”

“Hey, I’m the one who should be sorry. But there’s no other op--”

“NILE JEWELRY”

Arsenemon jumped on Daisuke and shielded him with his cape, reflecting the explosive jewel dart to the side. Once he uncovered the kid, both him and Daisuke saw the group landing on the top of that same building they were in.

“So… y’all followed me.” Daisuke, nonchalantly.

“We will retrieve all of those shards right now, Arsenemon” Nefertimon said with a threatening tone of voice.

“I noticed too late that detail” Ken said, and then he pointed at Daisuke, “You’re not the real Motomiya Daisuke.”

“Huh??” they all blinked.

“Have you hit your head when y’all were in the dark dude!?” Daisuke babbled, “Of course I’m Daisuke.”

“Then… How did you explain you having powers only Arsenemon has? You were building this up… Set the scene of stealing Daisuke’s identity to trick Izumi Koushiro-san.”

“Dude…?”

“Then sent Daisuke a strange calling card to pretend you were asking for his help. Tell me, since when have you switched places with Daisuke, Arsenemon?” and he smirked.

That silence could either mean Ken was right… or that he was just in total denial. But the truth was…

“... As expected from you, monsieur detéctive. You’ve caught me,” Daisuke(?) smiled. He snapped his fingers and suddenly the illusion forms both he and Arsenemon(?) were undone, revealing…

“You’re terrible at being me…!” Daisuke (the real one) hissed.

… that Daisuke and Arsenemon had switched appearances.

“Oh…!! Now that makes sense” Hikari nodded, “That’s why Daisuke-kun was acting strangely.”

“No, there’s more…” Takeru interrupted her, “You're not just Arsenemon, right?”

“Hm?” Arsenemon blinked, “Oh… I guess I was careless enough to make things too easy for you all…” and shook his head.

“What do ya mean?” Armadimon blinked, “Is there more?”

“Won’t you tell them, Daisuke?” Ken asked him, “After all you know it too, or didn’t you know?”

“...”

“Daisuke-san knows?” Hawkmon asked.

“Yeah, I know” and the goggle boy sighed, “Kinda recently, but yeah…”

“Hmmm??” Miyako raised an eyebrow.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Arsenemon chuckled, snapped fingers and his form changed to… “You can dunk me into the dumpster as you promised, Motomiya-san.”

“N-Noel(-kun/san)??!” the others, but Ken and Takeru (+ their mons), exclaimed.

“Now that we have been introduced… Allow me to explain my goal here, Chosen Children.”

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