#it’s just straight up not true but she wants it to be soooo bad
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“My love, my life.”
“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.”
Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
PART THREE
Max Corner
Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]
Max runs once again, leaving you questioning his true intentions. It wasn’t until Lando invited you along to Silverstone, home GP, you finally understand what’s going on.
Warnings: swearing, angst, Max being a dick, Max&Kelly together, fake relationship, mentions of J.Verstappen, Google translate, no proof read, my bad writing.
Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (Your last name)
Word count: 3,256
A/N: So I put ‘Max&Kelly’ as a warning, not because I dislike any present or previous wags, it’s just like a pre warning that Max is not ‘solo’ I suppose- it’s just there so we’re not shocked when it happens. 🌝 Hope you enjoy 👀 let’s pretend the photo of Lissie is us 🙂
Well once again Max went awol… and I was finally washing my hands with him, the hot and cold, cat and mouse it wasn’t going to end well- it never does.
He won the Canadian GP, and out of pure kindness I sent him a congratulations message… only for it to be seen and not responded to.
That’s when I knew Max was only down for one thing- and every word he said was pure bullshit.
Lando kept me updated on everything happening around the paddock, a few times mentioning Max, sure I wanted to know how he was… what he was up to… why has he just left so much stuff unsaid… why the fuck is he leaving me in the dark- but instead of asking- I would simply type back a short message, or a little smile and nod of my head…
“Landiniho 🏎️”
I’m gonna ft in 5 x
Sending a quick reply, I held my phone nearby grabbing the tv remote and turning the volume down.
Within less that 5 minutes Lando was calling. And just as quickly I answered, both smiling wide at each other.
“Hey, what are you doing next week?”
“Hello to you to Lan-” laughing a little I then shrugged my shoulders picking at the cushion next to me. “Nothing planned- except watching your home race.” Smiling a little I side eyed him. “Are you excited?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Quickly waving me off, I then noticed the background of where he was- he wasn’t even in his hotel room but sitting in the lobby.
“How about you come with me to Silverstone?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, before laughing a little.
“Come back home…?” Humming I titled my head- it seemed quite a simple answer… I could see my parents, visit some friends… and I can be with company instead of alone at home.
“Yeah, back home!” He sat up straight already knowing my answer.
“Okay, you’ll come with me to my parents right?…” he nodded his head quickly.
“I haven’t seen them in ages… so your gonna definitely come?”
“Yes, I suppose soooo…” rolling my eyes playfully with a smile.
“Okay good! I’ll sort everything out just get packed cause I kinda need to fly you out like tomorrow…” nodding my head slowly, “I’ll have to bring all my work stuff Lan- laptop the lot…” mumbling I start shuffling some paperwork together.
“That’s fine- just get pac- yeah?” He turned away from the camera looking over at someone else.
“Yeah- she is coming to Silverstone…” furrowing my eyebrows my eyes darted around the screen to try and see who his talking to.
“No. Call her yourself.” Lando moved his phone now I was looking over his shoulder at the seat behind him.
“No.”
“Lan- what’s going on.” Quickly moving the phone back to his face.
“I’ll text you the details- I’ve gotta go… Max fuck of-” the call ended, leaving me sitting there confused and in shock.
Lando was right he can call me himself… why wouldn’t he just pick up his own phone and dial my number… dickhead.
Shaking my head I tossed my phone aside going upstairs to start packing, I packed enough for a week, hoping to spend enough time with family, and packing a separate bag for all my work stuff. The perks of working from home!
Within the hour Lando sent me all the details over telling me he will meet me at the airport, him only arriving around 30 minutes before me.
When laying in bed I could only think what Max had wanted… why was he trying to take Lando’s phone, why couldn’t he just call me himself or even text… I tossed and turned before finally rocking myself to sleep. I guess I’ll soon find out.
** 6:15 A.M **
The sound of my alarm cracked through my dreams pulling me back to reality, my eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light creeping in my room.
Switching the alarm off I slowly climbed out of my bed getting ready for the airport. I should’ve gone to bed earlier… my body ached- and I felt my stomach churn, making quick effort to go down and get my anti-sickness tablets taking one and stuffing the rest in my carry on.
Anti-sickness tablets are like my breakfast at the moment… the first thing I take when I wake up. It’s now somewhat a routine, this baby is really doing it’s number on me, if I wasn’t tired all the time and being sick, I was angry or crying…
Now I’m sitting at roughly 8 or 9 weeks, a few more weeks and I get to see the baby again- and I cannot wait. It’s crazy to think what a woman’s body is capable of doing-
I was away with the fairy’s while walking through the airport, checking my suitcases e.t.c, e.t.c. I could only imagine what it will be like when I’m home with my parents, seeing Lando again, old friends… hopefully Max.
Just to know what went on- what I did wrong to make him ignore me like he has… just curious.
When on the plane I got some extra sleep, not that I could help it. Like I said I am exhausted all the time… I dozed off as soon as I put my seatbelt on, missing the takeoff and only woke up just before landing. And even now I could just shut my eyes again…
Widening my eyes forcing them awake, I rubbed my face looking out the window.
Back in England, it was summertime here… and it was lovely.
As soon as I left the plane I felt the sun kiss my cheeks.
Perfect.
I sent Lando a message saying I had landed and asking where to meet him, but as soon as I looked up from my phone he was already waiting there at the gate. Cap pulled down, sunglasses on, and even in this weather a hoodie pulled right up to try and cover as much of his face as possible.
Smiling a little I rushed over to him arms open wide forgetting my suitcases and bags behind me as they cluttered to the floor.
“Back home babbyyy!” Gripping him tightly, he let out a laugh practically throwing us side to side, before resting me back onto my feet.
“Welcome home.” He smiled once again, and as if we was little kids we both started jumping on the spot, falling back into a tight embrace “oh I’ve missed it.” Pulling away I ran over collecting my items, following Lando out the airport.
The whole time telling him all the new things I’ve discovered with the pregnancy. Like morning sickness really isn’t just ‘morning sickness.’ Well I mean I new that weeks ago… but still. It should be called any time of the day sickness.
Lando chipped in asking little questions here and there, before the big question landed.
“What’s Max been like with it all? Has he been encouraging?” Nudging me with a slight tease in his voice. But it only cause my smile to drop slowly.
“I haven’t heard from him…” Lando spun around from facing the car staring at me. “You haven’t? Didn’t you guys sort it all a few weeks ago?” I started chewing at my bottom lip nervously, quickly thanking one of the airport staff for putting my bags in the car.
“Sort of…” I wiped my hands on myself, clearing my throat and climbing into the car. Ignoring the stare off Lando.
“Sort of?” As if he knew the answer he shook his head.
“So you went back to square one.”
“Lan I don’t need the lecture. It was my own fault this time.” Sighing I rubbed my temple leaning my head against the window.
“I’m not… okay, sorry. I’m sorry.” Touching my arm gently I turned looking at him, before he pulled me into a hug. “It’s gonna be alright you know.” I only responded with a slightly nod of my head. “Just wish he would want this as much as I do… but I can’t force him…”
Rubbing my back gently he pulled away with a reassuring smile. “His just an odd guy, I’m sure his just worried okay… but you can do this.”
Pausing for a moment “Y/N and uncle Lando right?”
Laughing a little I nod my head. “Yes, yes unless I give the rights to Charles”
Lando let out a fake gasp before leaning back in his seat. “Don’t ever threaten my uncle rights again.” Smiling to myself I looked back out the window. The driver slowly pulling away.
Lando slept most of the journey- and sure I was a little nosey when his phone kept going off… side eyeing it, I see Max blowing his phone up… and I could only wish it was mine- even at the sight of his name, I felt tingles all over my body. Like his touched had once burned on me.
Sighing at myself, I shuffled closer to Lando resting my head against his shoulder. Slowly closing my eyes and letting my worries got with it.
My worries being facing Max.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-” repeatedly with each time he said my name Lando poked my forehead.
Flinching slightly when he poked again I sat up slowly rubbing my eyes.
“Your so fucking annoying…” my voice was hoarse and barely audible from the sleep.
“We’re here!” Smiling excitedly he climbs out the car quickly, first thought was him going over to fans and taking photos.
Sighing once again I make sure I looked like hadn’t just woken up- before climbing out behind him, I start helping getting out bags out, when Lando comes over quickly grabbing both the heavy suitcases.
“You can’t lift heavy things remember-”
Rolling my eyes and smiling, I pull the handle of my suitcases up and roll into the hotel, giving a few small waves to shouting fans of Lando’s.
Finally getting up to my room, Lando only a few doors down. I flopped onto the bed letting out a happy groan, from my aching body.
Pulling my phone out I read some messages, before going into insta and putting a post up.
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Sky was painted for you Landiniho 🧡
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And finally I was able to relax, I planned on visiting my parents after Sundays race, as everything leading up to then is crazy- and I didn’t want to drag Lando down to them while the weekend commenced.
It wasn’t long before Lando was knocking the door and demanding I opened it.
“What?” Annoyed I glared at him the door nearly hitting the wall as I pulled it open.
“I’m hungry, let’s go eat-” if he wasn’t offering food I probably would have strangled him… however he did, so he dodge a bullet.
In silence I grabbed my room key, phone, and other necessities before following Lando down to the elevator. “Can we go to the lovely restaurant down the road?” Looking over at Lando excitedly, smiling he nodded his head pressing for the ground floor. And as if on cue my belly started to grumble. Which only made us both burst into laughter.
Dinner was lovely, me and Lan spent the evening joking around and just enjoying company of one another- it washed away all my nerves, and I finally felt at ease being back home.
With arms linked we took a slow walk back to the hotel, and just for once I felt like the world seemed to get off my shoulders.
“Don’t you ever think to move back home? And raise the baby here?”
I come to an abrupt stop before continuing to walk with him- like I was reseted. “I never thought of it…” mumbling quietly to him I rest my head against his arm. “Monaco is my home too-”
“But- I mean this in the nicest way…”
Stopping himself he turns looking down at me. “You have nobody in Monaco.”
And there it was, the weight of the world again, I know he means well but it was sure a kick in the gut when he said it…
“I have you?”
“I’m not always there-”
“I’m fine, by myself.”
“But what about if you ever need anyone? What about when you go into labour?” Lando started walking again arm slung over my shoulders.
“I do have some friends there.”
“Friends that you can trust with your baby?”
Humming, I look down at the floor as we walk, he had a point… who am I trying to kid- I wouldn’t trust anyone but him or family with my baby… let alone some friends I see once in a blue moon.
“Maybe it’s something to think about…” sighing I then look up at the stars in the sky, questioning which person I have pissed off to cause this much chaos in my life.
“I just want you to be happy Y/N” he gestured for me to go into the lobby first before following behind. “That’s all I ever want for you.” Smiling over my shoulder at him j waisted for him to walk next to me before bumping shoulders.
“As do I, you deserve the world Lan.”
We finally separated at our doors, Lando disappearing down the hall once I was in my room- I took a shower and got into bed ready for this weekend and what it’s to bring, because I got myself a friend called Lando, and with Lando I felt okay.
**FRIDAY FREE PRACTICE**
I was panicking, I could potentially bump into Max today- and the way my hormones are going I’d probably end up crying if I even catch a glance of him…
Staring at myself in the mirror, I smoothed out my orange shorts, tilting my head before turning to the side. Shaking my head smiling to myself- I leave the bathroom grabbing my bag, phone, room key- and whatever else I thought may come in handy.
Agreeing to meet Lando in reception, I made my way out to the elevator trying to be as quiet as possible- seeing as how early it was in the morning.
Humming quietly to myself I waited for the elevator to arrive. Swaying slightly to my own song in my head-
“Oh hi-” glancing over my shoulder there he was.
In all his glory- Max.
And weirdly enough I felt nothing… I felt no anger, no sadness, no happiness. Nothing for him right now. So with a tight lipped smile, I whispered a hello before turning back to the elevator.
“I’ve er- I’ve wanted to talk to you…” he stepped forward standing next to me, at a distance that screams more than friendship-
“Oh really? What about?” Biting my lip praying the elevator arrives sooner rather that later.
“It’s more of a private matter…” looking around as if he was nervous of getting caught- which only caused me to look around also.
“Well, I’m sure it was nothing important otherwise you would’ve-” my voice soon trailed off and my mouth just went slack. Behind Max slowly walking towards us was her… and just like that a fire ignited within me.
My eyes had the same fire burning in them as I glared back at Max, who’s colour was slowly draining from his face. “Never mind I can see now you’ve been occupied.” Looking back over at Kelly, who only had a lovely smile on her face as she linked her arm with Max.
The elevator pinged, breaking the silence- moving myself forward to step in I look over at max and Kelly before taking a large step back.
“You both take this one- I just realised I’ve lost something…” tapping over myself, trying to seem like I was genuine. Kelly only smiled once more before stepping in.
“You need help finding it?” Kelly looked around the elevator floor, as Max stood outside- eyes still glued onto me.
Looking over at her I offered her a smile and shake of my head- then turning to look at Max. Eyes fixated onto each other.
“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.” I felt my lip tremble slightly, quickly biting down on it and rushing away with my head down.
Clearly he found his distraction… and was it weird that I wanted it to be me?
Rushing to the stairs I raced down praying I would beat the elevator.
Out of breath and panting I ran over to Lando in reception grabbing his arm and dragging him to the exit.
“Y/N slow down-” laughing a little Lando pulled back- which only made me tug harder at his arms-
The elevator ping sounded through reception- my eyes focused on the doors as Max hurriedly stepped out leaving Kelly behind.
“Please Lando can we just g-”
“Y/N I need to talk to you.” As if in sync me and Lando both looking over at max, who was practically jogging through reception.
“I have nothing to say to you.” Giving up with Lando I hurriedly walked away towards the exit. Why did it hurt so much that he was with Kelly?
Because there’s no way you kiss someone the way he kisses me and it not mean anything- yet being with found with another woman probably giving her the same bullshit excuses… was a kick to the gut.
I knew he was chasing me- even if he was a few feet behind I felt his presence- the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. My heart was telling me to stop running from him and let him talk. But my head told me to keep going- and I did.
I got into the car that was waiting on me and Lando locking the door behind me and leaning over locking the drivers side.
Until he finally gave up. Well I say gave up Lando practically forced him away. And once he was out of sight I finally opened the door again for Lando.
“Can we not talk about him.” Looking at the dash in front of me. I felt sick, maybe even numb at this point. We spent two unforgettable nights with one another, his been one of my closest friends for years- maybe a warning would’ve been nice that it didn’t mean as much to him as it did me- then I wouldn’t of had my flame of hope burned out- and reigniting with anger and jealousy.
I hate her- I hate that he chose her, what was so wrong about me? Why doesn’t he want me the same way I want him? I can’t force him to love me- so why am I so worked up over something so stupid?
“Let’s get the race weekend started aye?” Looking over at Lando he offered an encouraging smile- hand reaching over snd squeezing mine.
Lando is like a comfort blanket- or a teddy bear, you know the type you get when your young and you find yourself seeking it out every single night and day for solitary comfort. Lando was my teddy bear.
“Let’s go get you your win.” Squeezing his hand back I smiled up at him- sure the smile didn’t reach my eyes- and my eyes they didn’t twinkle like diamonds- but he knew I meant what I said and he knew I was there supporting him no matter what.
And Max? Pft what’s the point of crying over something that wasn’t even mine in the first place.
A/N: Soooooo I don’t know- it was long awaited that’s for sure I just had terrible writers block- and you can even tell in some parts I wasn’t giving enough- buttttt on with the next chapter.
FYI MAX REDEEMS HIMSELF.
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I’ve read a lot of posts of people saying that they don’t like at the end of season 7 Dean yelling at Cas. Personally I don’t like it but Dean needed to get it out of him. The guy went the whole season without anyone trying to talk to him about what was on his mind. When he finally was able to talk about it it just came out like that. Cas wasn’t in his right mind so he didn’t take it to heart but at least it got Dean to get over what had happened.
Then comes the cute stuff.
Every time before this when someone would say something like the angel that’s in love with you or whatever Dean would roll his eyes. This time Meg said he was your boyfriend first and there’s no eye rolling or denying it he just swallows.
Then there’s the two times people called Cas Deans angel. Sounds like they all think of Cas and Dean as boyfriends just no one says it. Dean even had a smile on his face when the vampire said it.
This scene is very sweet. Dean telling Cas if you were the last person I’ll take you cursed if not. Back in season 6 Cas secretary accused Dean of only calling Cas when he needed him. Dean obviously didn’t think that was true because he started to go nuts and Cas obviously didn’t like her saying that because he told her to go away but I think that idea was in both of their heads. When Dean thought Cas was dead and he clearly couldn’t handle Cas not being around I think he realized what Cas meant to him. Now Cas doesn’t want to fight because he’s afraid he’s going to make things worse so why would Dean need him but when Dean said if you were the last person I’ll take you cursed or not he was telling Cas he doesn’t care if he had powers or not he still wants him around and to help him fight.
This part makes me wonder what Cas says about Dean in heaven. All angels know Dean and Sam but Alfie let Sam pass him and went straight to Dean to ask about Cas. He didn’t know Cas and Dean were in purgatory so it’s not like he went to Dean because he was there with Cas. Clearly he knows how close they are by the sounds of it so do most angels. Then when Alfie said how some angels think that even though Cas did something insane his heart was in the right place and Dean asked what he thought. To me it sounds like Dean was trying to figure out if Alfie was a good angel or not. When Alfie said he thought Cas has too much of a heart Dean knew he was good. If he likes Cas he’s a good angel.
This hug just makes me smile. I’m very happy that Cas first single hug with Dean or Sam was with Dean.
I kind of wish the purgatory stuff were full episodes so we could see more of the place and more Cas but at the same time I like that it was done as flashbacks so random things made Dean think back to that place. It’s soooo sweet that Dean looked for a year for Cas when he could’ve went home at any point but he wouldn’t leave Cas and he prayed to him every night. Dean doesn’t pray to god but he will pray to Cas. He even told Cas I need you. That’s a big thing for Dean. Dean doesn’t tell anyone that he needs them so for him to say that was a big deal and Cas knew that.
I love when they protect each other. Cas had to leave Dean to protect him against the leviathans and Dean telling Cas to fly off when the leviathans were coming plus he kept defending Cas to Benny. You don’t say anything bad about Cas to Dean.
One thing that pisses me off is that Cas and Dean were gone for a year and Sam couldn’t take 2 seconds to go look for Dean. They disappeared in front of Sam so he didn’t know if they were dead or just down the street he had no idea. Dean gave up his soul so Sam could live and he looked for a year for Sam when he thought Sam was in hell but Dean went and Sam took that opportunity to give up being a hunter and ran away. He kept saying it was because he met Amelia but she wasn’t waiting for him outside the building which means he had time before he met her to look for Dean. I can completely see why Dean is pissed off. Sam never said he was sorry or that he did the wrong thing by not looking for Dean and not answering his phones. This could turn into a rant so I’m just going to say I completely agree with everything Dean said in that scene about Sam.
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Soooo. I’m sorry. I accidentally pressed send before I could finish the request. But here’s my fic request.
Warning a bit dark and angsty.
Ted pretended to be friends with Tinky but helped the CCRP capture him. At first he was happy to be free but after a a year something didn’t feel right. So after living happily with Jenny and his family. he went to go see him and is horrified to sees Tinky in a cage completely broken down and looking like death. His horns are cut off his body is beyond messed up and he’s a scared mess.
Ted decides to save him. Even if he knows it might not end well. ( maybe Jenny followed him and is the one to convince him)
I don’t know lol. It’s your choice. Go dark if you want to
A bit dark? A bit angsty? Jesus anon, this is right up my alley, but I dare say it's a little more than a bit angsty 👀
A warning to the rest of you: this gets dark. Proceed with caution
Ted had gotten used to the notion that fate was very much not in his hands, that he couldn't control what happened to him, and that the shitty hand life dealt was just bad luck, or something bigger than him deciding to give him a hard time just because he was there.
then fate had decided to play into his hands. He met the entity responsible for his years of downfall, and suddenly everything else shifted into play. For thirty years of his life, he'd been dealt ream after ream of pure bad luck, but after chance had him find the entity known as the Weaver of Impossibilities— the very same being who had been shuffling the cards of his fate and consistently dealing the worst of the worst— he found he could control fate with nothing more than simple persuasion. And that was a strength he learned to play into.
The day Jenny came back from her stint in Clivesdale, single and alone, he suddenly found himself with a free day. He'd managed to catch her as she was walking across the bridge , and reconnecting with her felt like he'd never lost her at all. They were dating within the fortnight, and she'd moved in straight away, given that she'd been staying in a hotel room until she could find a place to call her own again.
The Weaver remained in the forest. No more than a whisper among the trees at times, and a manifestation of whatever imagination Ted had left at the worst of them. He couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or not, but he actively spoke to this thing on occasion, and he would dare say that he'd sparked some kind of good deal in that time.
It felt like destiny was at his disposal, and for once in his life, he was truly happy. Happy with Jenny, happy with the state of his life… Everything was finally looking up for him.
It wasn't strictly his fault when he managed to accidentally sell out the Weaver, but he felt his disappearance like a knife through his chest when it happened. He was chatting to some woman he'd never seen before, who claimed she was a scientist from the lower floors of CCRP's in-branch development and research sector. And while Ted didn't understand a word of that, he managed to understand that there was a whole team of scientists working right underneath him, and he'd never noticed.
Though, apparently, it was true. There were apparently three sub-floors underneath what he knew to be CCRP, and they were filled with people who, first of all, knew what the company did, and second, actively put research into its development. This was something he could barely comprehend, but she had smiled and told him not to think about it too much.
"But while I'm here, I've been asking around the people on your floor, so I may as well ask you too. You haven't had any... Strange occurrences in the woods lately, have you?"
Ted scoffed. "Lady, everyone has strange experiences in the Witchwood, you're gonna have to be a bit more specific with that one."
She nodded, seemingly expecting this. "Specifically, a feeling like you're being watched, or particularly unexplainable auditory or visual hallucinations."
"... Huh."
"What is it?"
"Y'know, call me crazy, but you've pretty much described my exact experiences the last times ive been in that forest..."
Her face seemed to light up. "Really? And you say this has happened multiple times?"
"Sure. First time was a bit weird, but I went back a few days later to make sure I wasn't losing my mind, y'know?"
She nodded. "You wouldn't mind telling me about that, would you?"
That's how Ted ended up seeing the first sub-floor, of the office he'd worked at for years, for the very first time. He sat down in a comfortable looking office with the scientist, and she pulled out a notebook and pen to record what he was going to tell her. He imagined this was what therapy looked like, though he had no real way of confirming that.
"So, uh... What d'you need from me?"
"Your name, for a start."
"Theodore Spankoffski." Then, quickly, he added, "Ted." He leaned against the chair and folded his arms. Part of him was yet to register the fact that someone might believe him about the thing in the woods, but there was someone there now, and in fact, this woman was there to believe him. She had asked him, based way too specifically on his own experiences, and the way she'd said it made him think there were other people who might believe him too.
God forbid, maybe there was something in the woods...
"What're you saying... That I haven't been making this shit up? That there is something in the woods?"
"I don't know, Mr Spankoffski... There's nothing to say for certain whether there is something in the woods or not. the accounts I've heard so far have been pretty consistent, but that all depends on what you've seen, I suppose." She absently tapped the end of her pen against the notebook spirals, waiting on him to begin his account. He tried to figure out how he was going to phrase this, but kept falling flat. Really, there was no good way of explaining that he had shit luck for three decades of his life, and now suddenly everything was better, because he'd been in conference with this weird fucking thing in the middle of the woods.
"I dunno.... I've been hearing a lot of ticking and shit, like someone taped a speaker next to an old clock and stuck it up on some fuckin' tree. You get me?"
She nodded carefully and noted that down.
"There's that, and then there's a kind of voice? I guess it's clear enough to understand among everything else."
"What does the voice sound like?"
"Best way I can put it is... Grating? I'm gonna sound mad for this, but the first couple times I thought it was in my head, cos I could almost feel it when it spoke to me? Real nails-on-a-chalkboard shit. Have you heard that one before?"
"Can't say I have, no... I don't think anyone's ever tried to tell me they could feel the voice as well as hear it."
"Well, you asked for what happened in the woods, and this is pretty much exactly what happened in the woods..." This was a mistake. The idea of being so open was starting to become a little intimidating to him, and his better instincts were starting to shut off in favour of trying to defend himself and the fact that he knew he wasn't crazy. There was no way he was losing his mind, not if other people had reported things in the forest too... If he wasn't alone, then there was something there, and that meant that he was right to have believed it was all real.
"I'm not saying I don't believe you, I'm just saying you're the first to have ever told me... That. Is there anything else? What about what you saw?"
"Oh, that one's easy." Ted relaxed a little again, letting his shoulders dropped. In all of that, he hadn't realised how tense he'd gotten over the idea that he was actually starting to crack. "I saw this huge presence in the trees. I've seen it... Every time. Yeah, you said something about being watched... I know that feeling. It's like, the moment I set foot in there, there's something following my every move. It's kinda fuckin' creepy, if you ask me... Anyway, yeah, this presence. Six— seven feet or more, this enormous... I dunno, goat? Kinda?"
In all of this, the one thing that Ted neglected to think about was what they were actually doing with that infomation. Scientists put research into things, right? That must have been what they were doing with everything he'd told them. He'd become a willing participant in a science experiment that he didn't know the stakes of, and for some reason, that was absolutely fine by him.
He also didn't think about why they wanted to know so much about whatever was going on in the woods. It took him days to figure out that the Weaver had disappeared, but when he did, he really learned the weight of knowing of the existence of the labs under CCRP.
It started in the dead of night, in the most uncomfortable night of sleep he thought he'd ever had. Before that day, he didn't know that dreams couls be painful, or that they came so vividly; he wasn't entirely sure he dreamt in the first place...
He was alone in the middle of a dense grove of trees that he was sure he'd never seen before. The darkness was thick and stifling, and the trees were so dark they were almost black. Silence— suffocating, dead silence— flooded the air, and Ted considered it a wonder that he could even still breathe.
A dull ache started spreading through his head— starting at his temples and blazing across his forehead. He gained the strength to move enough to reach up towards his temples, as if that was going to do anything to satiate the way his skull seemed to be rattling inside his head. As he winced, something seemed to grow within him. Something visceral and knowing and angry. Something he didn't know, but something he felt he recognised.
Meaningless words flashed through his mind in a series of bright sparks and bursts, which didn't really do anything but make his headache worse.
Power.
Darkness.
Betrayal.
Chosen.
He couldn't make sense of it, and the more he tried, the worse it hurt. the trees started to shift, to grow and cage him in. He collapsed to his knees, and then promptly lost all ability to move. As the branches started closing in around him, he started to lose the ability to breathe, too.
As he started to struggle, the branches started to wrap around his head, his neck, binding his arms firmly behind him. He swore he felt something burst through his temples, sharp enough to tear through the wrap of branches and sending a fiery heat pounding through his brain. He screamed. That visceral something tore itself out from his throat and echoed through the trees. He'd never known pain like it, but just at the moment he thought this was the peak of it, the sensation got worse. A sharp branch ripped through the center of his chest— alien-style— and came through the other side dripping in red.
Ted awoke screaming, and forcing himself to take breaths bigger than his panicking mind would allow. His hand shot to his chest, and when he found that there was no gaping wound in his torso, he used it as an excuse to check his heart. Still racing, usurprisingly. He sighed, thankful that he wasn't being torn apart outside of the inescapable aether.
"Teddy?"
A voice. A woman's voice. His gaze snapped over his shoulder, and relief flooded him in an instant. She was still here. He was in his apartment, and he was real, and she was real, too...
"Jenny-"He breathed, as if he didn't want to make himself believe it for fear that she might fall apart in his arms if he let himself believe she was actually there. He tried again, brandishing his relief. "Jenny... Oh my god..."
She hesitated, and then laid a hand on his shoulder. "Teddy, are you okay?"
He could feel the burning in his chest, the residing tension left over in his arms from fighting their binds, and the dull pounding in his head. All of those felt real enough for him to believe that he had actually been in that forest in the middle of nowhere, and that he had witnessed something akin to his own death firsthand. But at the same time, he'd been thrust that violently into the waking world that he was certain that he'd been dreaming.
"I'm fine, I-" Out of the corner of his eye, he caught something that made him stop in his tracks. there were reddened, twisted marks delved into the skin of his arm, like something had been laced around them way too tight. To really check to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, he lifted both of his arms to the same level and stared, completely horrified, at the unmistakable twists from the branches in his mind now imprinted onto his flesh. "Shit."
He looked to Jenny. He needed to know that she was seeing this too, that this wasn't just some fraction of nightmare left over in the confines of his mind.
Her brow drew in concern, and with the hand that had just been dislodged from his shoulder through the sudden movement, she traced the indents. "What... Are these?" She whispered, somewhere between horribly concerned and amazed. Those hadn't been there before a few hours ago when they'd fallen asleep, but they almost looked like they'd just happened.
His forearms were covered with those bizzare twists, like something had been tied around his arms way too tight for way too long. Noting she could think of would make those patternsm though, and they looked painful— deep and red and slightly cold to the touch.
"Are they anywhere else?" He asked, once again stricken with panic.
"Anywhere else..." She echoed, scanning his chest and working her way up. She caught sight of more, spreading from his collarbone about half way up his throat. In answer to his question, she nodded slowly, and watched as he frowned.
"Where?"
"Here, on your neck. What happened to you?"
"... Bad dream."
The lines on his neck ran lengthways, as if he'd been strangled with whatever had held his arms in place. It was no wonder he was struggling to breathe... But for all of that to have come from some kind of nightmare? She'd heard of people being injured in dreams before, of course, but never anything about them waking up with those injuries still intact.
The panic had settled in deep, and an instinct that Ted had never before acknowledged came to pass. He suddenly felt the need to confront the woods, the Weaver... Anything that would listen. If this was the start of his bad luck returning, he needed to source it, and he needed to eradicate it before it became too late. "Listen, Jenny, I-I gotta go."
"Huh?"
"I think I know what that shit is, and I gotta go figure it out. But don't worry, okay? And don't wait up for me... I'll be back before you wake up."
"I don't understand, Teddy..."
"I think it'd be best if you didn't. I promise, babe, I'm fine, and all of this will have blown over by the time you wake up, 'kay? You trust me, don't you?"
"Of course I do."
He nodded, reaching out for her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Trust me on this one, too." He picked up a pair of trousers from the ground and threw them on with the first t-shirt he could find— some faded old band tee he'd had since he was a teenager. On the way out, he grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen, and told himself once again that, yes, he knew exactly what he was doing, and yes, he really was leaving everything real behind in favour of working out the inner darkness of his mind.
His hand ran up the base of his neck, where Jenny had pointed out the other branch marks. They were the same, raised and jagged and terrifyingly close to cutting off his airways. As a precaution, he brushed through his hair and felt around his temples. Much to his relief, there wasn't a trace of blood up there. That was strange; why was it that the branches could be noticed after he'd woken up, but the violent something that had literally tore from his brain had no effect on him?
Instinct took him to the borders of the forest, and he clicked the flashlight into action. The beam flickered, and his breath wavered; he'd frankly never felt less confident in his entire life. But he had to see whether the nightmare foliage existed somewhere in the depths of the Witchwood.
His light bounced off the groves in the trees, and though he didn't entirely realise it, there was a part of him that was looking for the Weaver. Bad luck and the curse of his forefathers came back full force, and he needed to know why. Since talking to the Weaver, he had come to realise that he was the reason his fate had changed.
This was the first time he'd so much as thought about the woods since that interview. How long had it been now? Months? Over a year? He couldn't say he knew for certain...
"Uh, hello? Anyone there?" His voice came out uncertain, wavering slightly more than he'd come to apprecciate. In a time past, he would've heard the clock by now, that incessant ticking filling his ears and drowning out the possibility of other sounds even existing in this space. Today it was all too quiet, and his voice cast an echo, just as it would through any other forest.
The silence was noticeable. This forest seemed to run on clockwork— which was indeed one of the only things keeping him from fully being able to believe that any of this was real— and the constant motion of gears paired with the sturdy timekeeping that had never so much as faltered in all of his time was now just... Gone. Shattered. Leaving nothing in the woods but a thankless abyss. His head turned with the motions of his flashlight beam, looking for a sign of life.
There was nothing in the air but his own breath, and nothing on the ground but the sturdy sound of his footsteps in the dirt. All at once, he remembered the interview he undertook in the basement. How had it taken him so long to realise there was a basement in CCRP? Clearly, there was a good reason they didn't want it known to the rest of the office…
To him, that meant nothing but the fact that they were clearly hiding something. And that told him his next direction. Knowing that there was something potentially shady going on right underneath the broken printer network and the regular weekday get togethers in the break room to discuss the happenings of the week. Away from anything normal, there was that, and he figured it was something to be wary of.
It was some unholy hour by the time he'd trailed the length of the town, looking for his office block in the dark and trying not to make himself look weird by using the flashlight too much. It was just a little breaking and entering, nothing much to it! He knew where the back entrance to the office block was; that was something he'd used to his advantage on many an occasion to take a smoke break where nobody would bother him. The lock was flimsy with age, and nobody tended to go around there even at the best of times, so he found himself ducking into that familiar side alley and heading towards the back entrance. He could still navigate the office from the back, he supposed.
He wandered the length of the lobby, looking for the staircase he'd taken with the scientist before he'd sat down in her office. It had been hidden by a door that he always assumed was a broom cupboard, and thinking about that made it a lot easier. He'd passed that broom cupboard more times than he could count over the years, and he'd always thought how weird a place it was in, and how small it must've been on the inside.
Of course, he was right about that. There was no room either side of the first flight of stairs, just thin, grey walls and those echoing wooden stairs. Guided by the flashlight beam, he led himself down, towards the first sub-floor. That was the one he was familiar with, but it also made the most sense to start there. That scientist had worked on this floor. Her office was here, so whatever experiment or research she was running was likely going to be on this floor.
He looked around cautiously, passing a long row of individual offices on one side of the wall, and large, glass panelled rooms on the other, all labelled and co-ordinated depending on what they did. A-4, frequency limitation testing. A-13, space time continuum research and development. He turned a corner, and all of the A labelled corridors became B labelled corridors. All of the signs were interesting, and he made a mental note of a few of them to look into later. This was incredibly interesting to him, how much could be going on under his feet while he and everyone else who worked the offices had no idea.
Another corner led him to a bunch of rooms under the C label. He had to give it to these freaks, they certainly knew how to organise their shit… Again, all of the doors were labelled with the major experiment taking place within, until he found one that made him stop in his tracks.
C-8.
There was nothing listed for this elusive lab C-8. That, or the label so carefully slipped into the frame of the other doors had simply been discarded somewhere. While there was no indication of what they were doing in there, there was a note on the door, hastily scrawled out in a handwriting that looked like the owner had been in quite a rush.
Do not enter. Experiment conditions extremely unstable.
Ted tried the door. It was stuck tight. With a blind determination he hadn't seen in himself before, he backed up towards the wall on the other side, and made a break for it, trying to barge the door in with his shoulder. The first time, he heard a crack that he couldn't identify as either something from the door or from himself, but no movement on the door.
Again and again, he backed up and slammed as much force as he could muster into the door before the hinges gave out, and he crashed to the ground among the near splintered door, ripped from it's frame. The intensity at which he hit the floor drew a pained cry out of him, then he bit his lip and forced himself into thinking that, although it was some crazy time of the morning, there may well still be someone still on the premises.
He pulled himself to his feet and found the flashlight resting on the door where he'd fell. After a few sturdy taps against the back of his hand, it flickered back into life, and he started to look around, mainly to see what the hell had gone on in this room that was so bad it had to warrant the place being sealed off…
This room didn't really have a lot to show for itself; the place looked like it had been well and truly abandoned. Not in any state of disarray, either. It simply looked like everyone had upped and left at first opportunity. There was even a half finished, positively freezing glass of water festering away on the desk. The bugs had gotten to it, by the looks of things, and Ted decided he didn't want to think about that or the weird smell that hung in the air. Something was deeply off about this whole thing… He felt wrong for being there.
Asides from the faint sound of his own footsteps, the only sound in the entire place seemed to be someone's broken old watch, ticking a few paces forwards then a few paces back. It struggled, it stammered, and Ted briefly wondered why it was so loud.
"SpanKOFFSKI!"
A voice tore through the thick silence, strained, furious, and marred with misuse. At first, he thought it was behind him, so he turned slowly, in order to not give himself away too much. Someone- or some_thing_ knew his name, knew who he was. That was never good on it's own, but when he'd seen nobody else here since he left work the previous night, it sent a deep wave of fear shooting through his body.
His flashlight beam caught it before he did. There was one thing in the room that had been entirely abandoned, and when Ted eventually followed the line of his light, his breath caught in his throat.
"Oh my fucking god-"
To say the least, what he saw before him was a cage. Tall, imposing, and still holding strong despite the thick layers of deep brown rust set into the bars. In the middle of all that, broken and barely recognisable, was the Weaver. Ted knew the shape of the figure immediately, although it had once stood so tall and intimidating in the middle of the woods. There was a glaringly obvious list of things wrong with him, though, from the blood matting his skin, to the sheer amount of raw flesh exposed to the open air, breathing shakily in time with the rising and falling of his torso. The part of him that was nothing more than bone looked withered, the visible half of his skull cracked and malformed.
Ted's flashlight beam darted over the wounds in turn, and the dreading pit in his stomach grew worse with everything he set his sights on. He didn't know what had happened here in the slightest, but as he dared to turn his gaze away for a second, he caught sight of something on the desk that was clearly made to be somewhere else.
C-8. Temporal manipulation.
His eyes went wide, and he reached out to grab the plaque that should've sat on the door. Temporal manipulation… For some reason, that made all too much sense. To him, this being had always been associated with the careful winding of an old pocket watch, and the first swing of a grandfather clock's pendulum, and the very idea of clockwork, so this… This made sense to him. That thing was some kind of master of time. It had dominions over a domain he would never begin to understand, and the fact that he'd seen Jenny again at all was suddenly no coincidence. He had been played right into the hands of something that could control the very idea of time itself.
He didn't know whether that made him lucky or cursed. Right now he didn't care.
Before he could turn his attention back on the being, his eyes shot open, he pulled himself from the ground, and had reached out to pull Ted closer. He stared into manic blue eyes, more resembling that of a goat, and crazed with what looked like centuries of torment. Not his torment, but that of others. Ted saw years and years worth of people who had died and been reborn, lost in the flow of existence and never to be seen again. He had to force himself to look away, but there was nowhere else to look.
The thing seemed to examine the wounds on his neck, then noticed the identical ones lacing his arms. His head jerked one way, then the other. Ted was too focused on keeping the flashlight in hand to do anything about fighting the intense grip pulling him towards the bars of the cage.
Betrayal.
Betrayer.
The words started to make sense. Four fragments of a story started to fit together, to morph from the world of dreams and manifest themselves in a more solid place in his head. That was him. His was the betrayal that had set this into motion. The darkness had set over the woods was because of him. He'd been chosen by this thing, and he'd done nothing but sell it out.
But that also meant that the power was in his hands. That he was the one who could fix this.
"I know… What I have to do…" He managed, and in an instant, the thing released him, collapsing back against the bars.
Without saying a word, he started searching for something that would amend his mistakes. Nobody else so much as came in laboratory C-8 anymore, they wouldn't know if something had happened, or if someone had been brave enough to try and take destiny into their own hands. This wasn't going to be as simple as a key or something he would normally think to use. This place had been abandoned for so long that they had likely taken the last semblances of hope for the Weaver's escape along with them.
Ted settled on the heaviest thing he could muster, and started denting the bars as if he were some kind of master smith, attempting to make light work of molten metal. The layers upon layers of rust settled against the freezing metal made it slightly easier, but Ted could've wished for some kind of assistance, at least. Or for it to be a little less loud. The only thought circulating his brain was that this would work. He knew fate. He had accepted his own, bad as it was. He could live with that. But for once, there was a little confidence in the very concept of destiny... That maybe, he'd be able to change things if he just tried hard enough.
If someone else had been there with him, they hadn't made their presence known, not even as he got down on his knees and started busting the old cage with nothing more than blind determination and a paperweight.
But it was making an impact. The repetitive clanging against his ears, for one, but it did seem that he was actually making progress.
He didn't know how long he was at it, but eventually it was long enough to be able to bend back the bar and fully dislodge it. The other ones came easier after that, and eventually— violent ringing in his ears be damned— he had a gap large enough that the Weaver could escape through.
"Go-!" Ted panted, shaking out his hand and letting the paperweight clatter to the ground. "Get the fuck outta here!"
#starkid#ted spankoffski#tnoy karaxis#void offering#star mail#nova's tags →#we are trapping eldritch gods tonight! all bets are off!#when i thought up the concept for this i was having a blast#i have no idea how to tag this. hold on#tw death mention#tw exhibitionism#tw death threats#tw blood#tw injury#this might be dead dove territory....
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sweetie take a deep breath. stop trying to think of your own victimhood and just listen to the full thing for a moment okay? you don't have to publish this if you are going to have a tantrum about it just try and have some empathy and reflect. we don't know what happened to you and it was probably something you have every right to feel raw about. but @female-eren is right. To talk about misogyny of rape we have to talk about the different levels of badness. It is a rude way to say it but it is true, what happened to you is bad but it does not reach the same level of horrific if we are looking at a scale of bad acts. because yes she is right that penetration is by far the highest degree by many orders of magnitude more and is the main identifier. It is like comparing an earthquake that destroys a city to one that trembles shelves. There's important reasons the legal definition of rape is penetration and we need to have the same ideas when looking at the whole. I understand that you are mad because you haven't experienced it, if you only had a glimpse you would agree your situation was much lesser and is an insult to comparison.
You rape-apologists can keep your laughable faux-concern.
I'm so tired of hearing about how you're all soooo torn on the legal definition of rape, or that you think people shouldn't be mean to me uwu (what do you expect me to do? clap?) but that I need to understand how vastly inferior you think my situation is, purely on the basis that you choose not to empathize with it. The fact that y'all think you're all coming off as suuuper kind and reasonable is fucked up and fooling no one but yourselves.
I don't know why you all think this NEEDS to be a binary situation where penetration = serious horrific issue, no penetration = whiny losers who need to shut up about non-horrific bullshit.
y'all seem to think consent, use of pain or force, intentional degradation, control, use of drugs, grooming or pedophilia, and every other factor is completely irrelevant by comparison and not worth thinking about seriously.
Someone who was penetrated but didn't suffer any of the above deserves the sympathy and support of a real victim (and I do agree). But apparently, according you y'all, someone who wasn't penetrated but was begging for their rapist to stop, who was under pain, who couldn't think straight, whose body was being forced, who was being insulted and demeaned during the act intentionally - nope absolutely 0% degradation or real pain there, that's a whiny loser who needs to understand their rape is "several orders of magnitude" lesser. Like you all can hide it behind as many layers of "well you have every right to feel raw about that uwu I'm not saying it's not traumatic, I'm just saying it shouldn't be treated as an equal situation (when it's obviously soooooooo much lesser and insignificant)" as you want but it's still quite obvious you're being condescending and belittling. Eat glass.
The fact you're all so eager to send me this condescending bullshit despite the fact I've made it clear I *do* know what it's like to be penetrated against my will shows you don't even care about penetration, you all care about shutting up victims that spread a message different than your two-dimensional take that just boils down "male victims bad and stupid lololol".
It's been two months. Go gush with female-eren about how fucking awesome female rapists are or about how raping boys is sooo harmless and chill or whatever the fuck, but don't send it to me if it's anonymous cowardly bullshit.
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BUT YEARS PASS AND I LOVE YOU THE SAME (part I/II)
Summary: Back in 1986, Y/n broke Eddie's trust and heart. He's on top of the world now, his dreams are coming true, and yet he can't help but wish things had been slightly different. A letter serves him as an excuse to aim for a second chance.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Genre: mostly angst
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Requested by: @attinaadellaalana @eddiemunsonsluvrrr
Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads
Warnings: language, alcohol, let me know if i miss anything
A/N: indulging y'all AND myself so I can write Rockstar!Eddie bc that's what he deserves. Part 2 to the awfully angsty fic I wrote because my best friend made me fix it. Lots of pov jumps but it's necessary bc you need to see BOTH SIDES. Next part will be *spicy* so beware. Okay that's all, enjoy <3
Prequel: Liar. Traitor. Backstabber.
Sequel: but years pass and I love you the same (II/II)
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October 10, 1990, NYC
Knockknockknockknockknock!
Ding-dong!
"Oh, Jesus Christ—" a gutural, tortured groan escaped my lungs at the piercing sound of someone knocking on the hotel suite's door, both my hands instinctively pressing the pillow to my ears in an attempt to muffle the piercing noise. "Gareth, get the fucking door!"
"You get the fucking door!" The drummer snapped back from somewhere on the bathroom floor.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
"I'm coming! Hold up! Goddamnit..." After untangling myself from both ridiculously expensive bedsheets and the limbs of some random groupie that ended up joining us after our last show, I made my way to the entrance.
The corridor's light was too bright for my hungover state, I thought after opening the door, shielding my eyes with my forearm.
"Mr. Munson—"
"Shit no, nonono." I waved a hand at our manager's assistant at the sight of an envelope. "No fan mail the morning after the concert, man. Can't think straight, let alone read."
"It's not fan mail, it's— it's from Hawkins, Indiana." It took my lethargic brain a moment too long to process the words. "Marla said you'd like to—"
Sobered up in a matter of seconds, I snatched the letter away from the assistant's unsure hands. My feet carried my tuned out self back into the suite while I ripped it open, my palm searching in the dark behind me to switch on the lights —to everyone's dismay— so I could read it.
I felt my heart sinking with discontent once my eyes skimmed the text.
'Dear Edward Munson,
Congratulations on your first World Tour. I write to you in hopes that you and your band may be able to revisit your hometown and play at Hawkins High School's football field on the 27th of October. All the money will be donated to blah blah blah...'
It was hilarious. Hawkins's mayor asking us to come back and help that damn town. A part of me wanted to go for shits and giggles. Definitely not because I missed the girl that ruined me.
Yeah, shits and giggles. That's what pushed me to postpone the last two concerts of the tour.
October 20, 1990, Hawkins
READER'S P. O. V.
"Soooo did you hear?"
I sighed, not bothering to peel off my furrowed gaze from the filing cabinet full of students' records I had just finished reorganizing to stare at the hyperenergized Robin that had just burst into my office.
'Did you hear?'; if only I had a penny for every time I had, in fact, heard that week...
"I don't know, Robin. Probably just like ten fucking times today." I retorted with venomous sarcasm as I spun around to grab my bag from my chair.
"Way to talk to the woman who's kindly driving you home." She quipped, toying with her car keys while we exited the room.
"Sorry, okay? I just..." I pursed my lips, taking a moment while I locked the office to think. "I'm glad he's back. I'm glad you guys get to see him. I just don't wanna hear anything about it." I adjusted the strap of my back on my shoulder, following Robin's lead to the parking lot. "It's bad enough having to partake in the welcoming committee bullshit."
"What exactly happened between you two anyway?" She questioned, electric blue eyes squinted at me. "Like, was it thaaat bad? It's been four years and you're still pressed."
"Told you it was a bad break up— Listen," I halted my steps to turn to Robin with pleading eyes. "can we not talk about it?" After a moment of hesitation, she gave me a quick nod. "With any luck, I'll just meet him before the concert and then we'll part ways again."
With any luck. Ha. As if a part of me didn't ache to see him again, to talk to him, to touch him, to feel him; as if my heart hadn't momentarily stopped beating when Hawkins High staff was informed that they would have to be preparing the football field for a Corroded Coffin fundraising show.
October 26, 1990, Hawkins
EDDIE'S P. O. V.
"Okay— Y'know what? Just fucking drop me here." I scowled, flinging the van's door open before our chauffeur got the chance to pump the breaks.
"Eddie, c'mon! Really?" Jeff called in disbelief, though he didn't bother on trying to stop me when I jumped off the vehicle and shut its door.
The road to our hometown hadn't been the best time for the band; constant arguing and clapbacks were commonplace since our plane had landed in Indianapolis. The closer we were to Hawkins, the worse it got.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
I lit myself a cigarette while my feet carried me through the forest, shortening the route to Hawkins.
First thing I passed by was the cemetery.
Before boarding the plane, I made a mental note of the people I wanted to visit after the show —given that we would stay three days—, but I was already there. I found myself walking to Chrissy's grave even before I fully decided on it.
Seeing the sweet cheerleader's headstone was what it took for me to realize how much of a mistake coming back had been.
Fuck this town, they don't deserve you.
It almost sounded like Y/n. Almost, because it had been a bit too long since I heard her voice.
As soon as I had walked into the graveyard, I was out, absentmindedly resuming my walk to the trailer park —except, I didn't really go to the trailer park. No, I took the long way, which forced me to cross a thankfully not very crowded Hawkins High parking lot. Due to the time of the day, only the staff's cars remained parked, and even them were beginning to drive away.
I wasn't ready to see her —not yet—, but the universe had always had a funny way of twisting my wishes, so there she was, crossing the highschool doorway with a ginger I recognized as Robin's girl.
God, I hated her. I hated the way my heart raced at the mere sight of her. I hated how she made my breath hitch and my feet freeze because she looked as breathtaking as ever, even when her small smile was feigned and her shoulders were slightly slumped.
She was sad. Good.
And then she bid the redhead goodbye to join a slim man with a sunny disposition, and her fake smile grew into more of a content beam while the two walked to a shared car, laughing. He placed his hand on the small of her back and I felt the urge to look away.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned heel and left. A part of me expected her to... What? Wait for me? but why? I had been the one to cut contact for good, I had been the one to leave her —us— behind, and yet I had hoped for Y/n to welcome me with open arms. I had always been fucking stupid when it came to her.
Naturally, after leaving the parking lot, I came across Motel 6. The memories I had there didn't help the ache of my still broken heart.
Why did I have to miss her so much?
Tears prickled my eyes at the memory of our last night together, leaning in silence on that rusty railing while we prorogued our final goodbye.
The chilly Autumn Sun had set behind Hawkins' treetops by the time I arrived at the trailer park. It felt odd to be back.
It felt even odder when my uncle, who I anticipated to be working at the plant on a Friday evening, opened the our trailer's door and engulfed me in a hug.
The little 'Welcome home, Eddie' he whispered into the embrace was what pushed me over the edge; without warning, I was crying on his shoulder, cradling his flannel shirt like I was a lost twelve year old kid all over again.
October 27, 1990, Hawkins
READER'S P. O. V.
Friday had been torture. Saturday was a blur —at least until the principal walked the empty highschool halls with mayor Phillips, a brunette woman in her early forties, a couple of bodyguards, and the members of the band.
Although years hadn't changed them, they seemed different; stylish, successful, important. Eddie led the group, chitchatting with both their manager and the mayor, one of his hands gesticulating animatedly while the other remained on the guitar strap crossing his chest.
Fuck, he looked good. He looked so good.
"—And this is the kind personnel that will show you around." The principal's voice mentioning our names to the band brought me back to reality. "This is Marla Hammerstein, Corroded Coffin's manager."
There was a round of polite 'nice to meet you's while Marla shook everyone's hands that didn't quite reach my ears, and those big brown eyes were to blame —those deep dark irises, flooded with sadness and something more, that found my own like magnets.
Soon enough, the band members were being led to the football field, as if they hadn't spent their school years wandering those same halls.
"—Yup, right there," Vikkie animatedly bobbed her head at Marla, pointing at the bathroom we had set for the performers before making us all come to a stop in front of what was the drama club, unlatching the door to show our guests the inside. "and we improvised a little greenroom in here because—"
"Wait, here?" My breath got caught up in my throat when I felt Eddie's chest against my back, his ring clad hand coming to rest at the doorframe, right by my face. "Huh."
"Yup, why?"
I felt his ribs thrum with an amused laugh, as he subtly bent forward into me. "Nothing, I just think everything 'bout this is fucking hilarious. Right, Ms. Y/l/n?" I gulped at his bitter inquiry, muttering a quiet 'right' as a reply. "Alright, let's get this over with, shall we?" He breathed out near my ear, pushing himself back with the help of his supporting palm, triggering an involuntary whine out of me at the lost of touch.
Something told me Eddie was purposefully torturing me —that something being how he stayed glued to my back, constantly hovering over my form while spitting scathing remarks that could be easily masked as dry humor. It was as if he himself didn't know how to feel about having me around again.
A part of me was genuinely happy when the show began, because that meant I was allowed to leave.
Had things been slightly different, I would be standing in the front row, headbanging to Corroded Coffin's agressive music led by Eddie's beautiful voice, but that's just not how it was, so instead of screaming the lyrics in the crowd, I found myself driving home. Then, maybe, I would walk to a bar in hopes of drinking my pain away.
For better or for worse, I didn't give much thought to which would be the bar in particular.
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EDDIE'S P. O. V.
Saying I was sharp-tempered after the show would be an understatement. I myself could barely put up with my behavior, so hanging out with the band would have been selfish at the very least.
That's why, for the first time in forever, I didn't stick with them after a gig, choosing to fly on my own and search for a quiet place to have a drink.
And what could be quieter and more fitting for my visit than the least frequented bar in Hawkins —the same bar where we had started playing?
The Hideout wasn't what it used to be. It was surprisingly crowded, and had a refreshed, more expensive vibe to it; Guns N' Roses was playing in the background while people danced in the middle of the establishment. As I got closer to the bar counter, I saw a framed picture of us hanging on the wall with a little inscription below; 'where Corroded Coffin was born'.
"Pffft." I snorted, propping my forearms on the wooden surface. "That's cute. Hey Al!" I called for the bartender with a cheeky grin, enjoying his shock at the sight of me. "Would you be so kind to get me a good ol' beer?"
"Anything for you, Eddie."
"Put it on my tab, Al." My blood ran cold at Y/n's listless voice coming from my left.
After a very much needed minute to compose myself and not look like a fucking deer caught in headlights, I turned my head to the girl, who gave me a small, almost timid wave. I nodded in her direction as a response before returning my attention to the bartender, who was currently serving me the drink.
"How was the show?"
"You didn't stay?" I tried not to sound upset about it, but given Y/n's sorry eyes, I didn't do a very good job.
"Thought you wouldn't want me there." She was half lying, I could see it in the way she averted her eyes from me to stare at her glass, almost empty, sitting in front of her.
"It was okay, I think." I chose to respond to her question, rather than delve into her last sentence. "Very surreal, though. You know, playing in Hawkins, it's just- it's just awkward? I mean,"
Oh no. I felt something coming that hadn't happened to me in years; anxiety fueled word vomit.
"Half of them were chasing me with pitchforks and torches just a couple of years ago. You know Andy? Andy from basketball team? Andy the fucking asshole who tried to beat me up with a crowbar? He came after the show to tell me our songs rocked." I breathed out a nervous laugh, riping a half smile from Y/n, one that my eyes could barely catch due to her temple resting on her right knuckles.
"That's one bizarre experience." She commented, twirling her drink.
"Speaking of bizarre," I scooted to the left, telling myself it was to avoid nosey ears and not to be closer to her. "how's... work?"
Y/n clicked her tongue. "Can't tell you."
"So you're still active." The girl subtly nodded, finally dropping her right hand and allowing me to see her gaze, mildly illuminated by the neon lights in the establishment. "I see you kept your job at the counseling department."
"Ms Kelley was transferred, so I actually got promoted." She clarified, taking a sip of her drink.
"That's great." I stated, searching for a topic to hold onto. Counseling. Highschool. Highschoolers. Got it. "I saw, uhh, Max Mayfield yesterday. She's so grown, what the fuck."
Y/n snorted. "Have you seen Dustin and the others?"
"Not yet."
"They're like... Little men. Not so little." Y/n scrunched her nose, gaze fixed on the bottles displayed before us while she probably pictured the party. "They make me feel old."
I couldn't help but snicker at the dramatism of the statement. "They make you feel old, at the blooming age of 24—"
"25." She corrected me, finally meeting my eyes with a tight-lipped smile.
I stayed silent for a hot second, time hitting me like a heavy rock. "25. Forgot your birthday was last week."
"I wasn't expecting you to remember." Although she tried to mask it as a joke, I caught on the sincerity of her words. "Rockstar duties and all, must be hard to keep track of mundane things."
"Nothing 'bout you is mundane." I blurted out before my mind could stop my mouth. Catching her gaze was a losing game, I found out, so I moved a bit closer until our thighs were brushing and nudged her. "Except your taste in music."
"Ouch! That's a low blow." She complained, taking a hand to her chest before looking up at me once more. "You love Blondie thanks to me."
"I never said I loved Blondie."
"Yes you did!"
"Well I only said I loved Blondie 'cause I lov—"
Stop. The open smile that had so beautifully graced her face for a few seconds was substituted by the same scared expression that twisted mine.
I gulped, choosing to look away and take a long swig of my beer.
"Are you seeing someone?" I couldn't find it in me to meet her furrowed visage after asking the question. "I'm just asking 'cause yesterday I spotted you at the parking lot. Kinda wanted to go say hi but, uhm, you weren't alone."
"Meh." Y/n, whose upper body had leant over the counter in hopes to face me, retreated to her original position. "His name's Carl."
"Okay." Okay. I lost my chance. Great.
"He's from work."
"From which work?"
"The boring one." She joked, trying to defuse the renewed tension among us. "He's a stand-in science teacher in middle school."
"So he's just a boooring nerd." I let waved my fingers before our eyes, trying and failing to make my comment sound funny and not resentful.
"Not everyone can date a rockstar." She chuckled, and for some reason that fueled my rancour.
"You could've, but you had to fuck it up."
Silence. She stared at me for a long second with unreadable eyes that made me internally squirm.
"Okay. I'm just..." Gonna go. Instead of completing the sentence, she grabbed her wallet and slid a couple of bills to Al before standing up.
"Wait!" Spinning around fast enough to give myself whiplash, I took a hold of the hem of Y/n's jacket. "Wait. I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I just—" I huffed, letting go of her bomber to run my fingers through my locks. "It's a lot."
"What's a lot?"
"You. This. I don't know!" My voice turned high pitched, hands raised in surrender.
There was a silence between us, filled with the sound of intoxicated people laughing and some Iron Maiden song.
"You shouldn't have come back, Eddie. You seem lost here." There was pain in her voice and a sad gloss on her eyes. "I'm going home now."
My fingers immediately wrapped around her wrist, not quite enclosing it. "Let me drive you?" She pondered her options with pursed lips, averting her gaze when I took a step closer and leaned on. "Please."
Her palm came up to rest on my chest and by God I died. "I don't wanna ruin your night."
"Yeah, cause I was having a blast until now." I managed to joke, trying my best keep at bay the need to kiss her. "I'll just drop you off and leave."
"Alright." A sigh of defeat escaped her parted lips, eyes fixed on her fingers, toying with a loose thread belonging to my vest. "C'mon, rockstar." She whispered, dragging her digits down my chest to my upper abdomen to interlace them with my own, her eyes flickering at my face through her lashes before leading me out.
READER'S P. O. V.
The ride was quiet, yes, but not at all comfortable. I was constantly shifting on the passenger's seat, doing anything and everything to avoid looking at Eddie, who gripped the steering wheel in an attempt to ground himself.
"Here." I broke the stifling silence when we were about to drive past my house, just in time for Eddie to pull up right before it.
"So you're a true Hawkins citizen now." Eddie commented at the sight of my new home. "Suburban house and all."
"Gotta play and look the part."
"Right. Uhm—"
"Thanks for the ride." I cursed myself for cutting him off, but there was little I could do to stop my mouth from running loose out of anxiety.
"Yeah, no worries."
Just get out of the car, I ordered myself. Don't look at him, just get out.
But I looked at him. I looked at the way his body fell on the backrest, eyes fixed on the boring road and tongue trapped between his lips; one of his hands still held onto the steering wheel for dear life while the other's fingertips drummed on his thigh, shaky due to the anxious tapping of his foot.
The scene looked very reminiscing of that first night he had driven me to the motel, back in December of '86. We had stayed still in his beat up van for what felt like an eternity, waiting in an anticipating silence begging to be broken until I had invited him into the room.
That moment was all too familiar —too tempting. And he looked way too beautiful after way too much time apart from each other. Seeing him in TV shredding his guitar, shouting the lyrics of his songs, had nothing on sitting by his side again.
His cautious eyes hesitated for a split second before daring to meet mine. I knew then that Eddie wouldn't be driving off, not that night.
"Wanna..." I cleared my throat, pointing at the front door of my new house. "Wanna come in?"
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hi! could i request a x reader where komaeda kind of confidently confesses to reader and they start dating
(maybe reserve course reader too)?
Note: Soooo, you mean 'confidently', because they are a reserve course student, right? Because otherwise I could never imagine him confessing confident lol
But I actually think his attitude towards reserve course students is really fun to write lol. So I hope this turned out okay!!
Nagito Komaeda x !ReserveCourse Reader
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You kinda felt out of place between all those ultimates... but you knew you shouldn't feel like this.
You were invited to a small pool party, hosted by Mahiru Koizumi. She's a really good friend of you. She invited almost her whole class and... they were all really kind!
You were glad, because you hated the stigma regarding the reserve course. All the ultimates you've met until now, have been nice and didn't care about you not having a talent.
Well, almost all of them at least.
You decided not to participate in the weird bet the pink haired guy and the big guy had... something about 'who can drink the most cola and still walk a straight line'
They probably weren't aware that there weren't any drugs in cola... not anymore.
You grimaced. You wanted to sit somewhere calmer.
Thank god, there was someone at the very back, who looked out of place as well. You haven't met him yet, but he looked decent. He had wavy, white hair, and looked really thin. He was the only one with no one sitting near him.
So you easily decided to sit next to that guy. He looked surprised when you sat next to him. "I'm sorry... I can move seats, if you want to..?"
What? "Uhm... no. Why? Do I smell or something?"
"Ah, no no! Of course not! I just didn't expect someone to want to sit next to me by choice."
Did that guy just really hate human contact or did he just have a really shit self-esteem?
"Don't sweat it! That guy's always like that. A real weirdo." The pink haired guy - Kazuichi - said.
"Haha..." that guy chuckled. "Yes, that's true. I'm neither talented or well liked. You'll probably save yourself some time, if you don't start talking to someone like me..."
He smiled bitterly. What did he mean, he wasn’t talented? If that's the case-
"Hey, don't worry! I don't have a talent either. I'm from the reserve course."
You didn't remember seeing him in the reserve course, but if Mahiru invited him, he must be nice.
But it seems like that may have been the wrong thing to say. Because his smile quickly faded. "The Reserve Course, huh?"
"Uh... yeah." you answered hesitantly now. Why did he seem so weird about it?
"You should have said so from the beginning." He sighed.
Hm? What did he mean? But before you could ask, a little guy came strolling to us, with a pot in his hand. "Here comes the Ultimate Chef's famous stew! Ordered by Miss Mahiru Koizumi herself!" He winked at her. She smiled akwardly back.
When he gave everyone a bowl, you quickly forgot about your conversation with that other guy.
He was actually pretty nice. You probably were just sensitive about that topic and wrongly judged his attitude.
He always talked last and immediately stopped talking, when someone else said something.
He also went on a weird ramble about hope and how he doesn't even deserve to be in the presence of everyone.
Hiyoko rolled her eyes and told him to shut up. He did.
And he only started talking again, when someone asked for his opinion.
You felt bad about his self-esteem. He seemed to take this 'not having talent' thing way more serious than you.
At one point, they decided to play a game - some kind of scavenger hunt, that tested their abilities - and needed to split the teams, they were in.
"I think we should just randomly assign the teams... that way there will be no bias!" The white haired guy - Nagito - said.
"Hmmm... I think it'd be better to split the teams equally, based on our strengths" you said. Most people seemed to agree and nodded to you. Nagito slowly turned his head to you.
"...I'm sorry. Did you say something?" He asked coldly. But from his look it was obvious, that he wasn't asking, because he didn't understand you. He was asking to taunt you. His eyes changed, they didn't look like the same eyes, that looked at the ultimates just a second before.
But everyone seemed to ignore him and get along with your idea.
"Whooo, you're so smart Y/N!!!" Ibuki cheered.
The teams eventually split so you were in a team with Sonia, Fuyuhiko and Nagito.
Fortunately, all of them seemed to be pretty capable. You and Nagito did most of the mental work and Fuyuhiko and Sonia the physical.
At one point you and Nagito had different opinions on a riddle. And Nagito's ended up being right.
...of course he would be cocky about it again.
"We wouldn’t have wasted so much of the ultimate's precious time, if you would have just listend to me from the begining Y/N..."
You didn't want to fight and he did have a point, so you simply answered "Yeah, I'm sorry."
"It's alright, I forgive you. It just seems like you temporarily forgot your place. Below me."
You tried to take a deep breath.
'Don't hit him, don't hit him...'
"It is not Y/N's fault! They gave a valuable input to this riddle, that I could not!" Sonia declared, softly.
"Yeah, you're acting different, Nagito. Can't you just go back, to being a different kind of weirdo again?" Fuyuhiko spoke sharply.
So it looks like he didn't normally behave like that... why did he towards you then? Did he hate you? Did you do something?
It wasn't because you're from the reserve course, right? He said he didn't have a talent either...
"Haha, I know what you're thinking right now." He let out a carefree chuckle, as he looked at you.
"I think you misunderstood something... See, even trash like me has an Ultimate talent." He smiled sadly.
What? Then why did he-? What was wrong with that guy?
"I just don't get your attitude. Why do you even dislike me so much? Because I don't have an ultimate talent?" You asked him with an irritated expression.
"Hm? Dislike? I don't dislike you. I actually think, I quite like you." Nagito answered with a shrug.
... What the hell was he saying now? Was he trying to taunt you again?
"But it's only because you at least don't seem to be dumb, so don't get your hopes up too much, alright?" He gave you a closed-eyed smile.
...
After that evening you wished to never hear from that guy again.
But sadly, you weren't so lucky.
When you visited the classroom to see Mahiru, he always stared at you from the back of the room.
"What's up with him? Is he thinking about how to murder me?" You asked Mahiru. You were seriously weirded out by his dislike towards you.
You knew, you didn't need his approval, but it hurt...
He was not only smart, you also really liked him in some way. If it weren't for his attitude... why can't he just treat you like the others?
"Awww... don't be so harsh. He just has a crush on you."
You deadpanned her. But she laughed. "Really! You know, all he talks about is Y/N this and Y/N that... and it's kinda weird, because nobody else is starting those conversations. He just randomly starts to talk about you."
...what? "Are you sure he doesn’t just talk about how much he hates me?" You asked her kinda annoyed.
"Mhm. He's always talking about the pictures you're drawing. He says, they are way too beautiful to not be given an Ultimate title. He also randomly talks about how he likes your voice, or how situations would resolve much quicker, if you were there."
Now you were more than just a little speechless. She was just pranking you, right? There is no way... he was so rude to you!
You decided to not think too much about someone like him anymore and decided to head home.
But someone stopped you.
Your favorite person!
...not.
It was Nagito Komaeda.
You quickly looked around, if there were enough witnesseses. He surely wouldn't kill you in a public place, right?
"Y/N. I... wanted to ask you something."
He looked unsure, so you decided not to push it. "What is it?"
"I want you to go out with me... please."
What? You didn't respond to him and just stared at him for another couple of minutes.
He sighed and looked on the ground.
"See... I don't know why either. I know you don't matter at all. But somehow... I can't stop thinking about you."
The 'I know you don't matter' part didn't really help, but you were still confused. Why the sudden change? If he thinks you're below him?
"I also know, that I can be difficult. I've been told by several people. So, I hope you can see past that, because... I think I really like you."
"Nagito..." you softly shook your head. You didn't want to reject him. And in all honesty, you liked him as well, but...
"Okay. I'll date you." You decided.
You supposed you could work things out with him. He seemed to suffer because of his world view himself... So maybe you could help him through that.
You still sincerely believed, that he was a good person.
Hopefully this will end well...
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well my volunteer shift for tonight got cancelled so i'm starting my natsuyuu reread with volume 1... it's been years since i read the early volumes (and it's my first time reading the official translations) so this is basically a brand new experience.
getting used to the rather plot-heavy past 40 or so chapters and then just jumping back to the beginning is a bit of a trip. the pacing of the series has evolved so smoothly and slowly that you don't notice it in process, but the difference becomes way more obvious once you travel back 120+ chapters. that's not a knock on the early chapters at all, because i think they're all fantastic standalone stories. they're just so different from the current series!
but despite all that, the themes are extremely consistent and i kept getting surprised at how many moments in these first four chapters can be connected with a straight line all the way to the present.
chapter 1
i'm going to restrain myself and not laugh at every early nyanko. his design had charm! it's just so different from his current look!
Sensei: I've spent such a long time in that ceramic cat that my body's gotten used to it. My true form is very graceful and elegant, you know.
Natsume: Oh yeah?
it’s soooo cute that it takes approximately 2 minutes for natsume to start treating nyanko like an actual cat.
Sensei: Reiko couldn't get along with humans. So she started to pick on yokai. She bullied them into duels and crushed them. She was born with substantial mystical powers. She made them promise that the winner would get power over the loser, and then had them write their names down to ensure their obedience. This book is the collection of those names.
Natsume: So... why do you want it, Nyanko sensei?
reiko’s methods of defeating youkai are very… prosaic lol. this could be because this is essentially a pilot chapter and midorikawa hadn’t fully developed the worldbuilding rules, but i also wonder if we can justify this with her “substantial mystical powers.” she can accomplish with a baseball bat or her foot what exorcists need elaborate rituals to do. or it could just be the terms of her duels! also, the “kick me” panel cracks me up.
HMM... i started to write something up on this but i think i need to return to it later.
Sensei: It's easy to do, but many yokai are vicious. You won't last long. I'd advise against it.
Natsume: I'll be fine. I have you, sensei.
Sensei: Say what?!
Natsume: I didn't want to get involved... but I kind of owe it to [text is cut off]. If I end up dying partway through, the Book of Friends will be yours. Please, sensei. Will you help me out?
natsume is super quick to propose a partnership with nyanko and begin relying on him. again, this about economical pilot writing, but it’s still interesting when you compare it to the pacing of other relationships.
Sensei: ....Are you sure? I can have the Book when your life ends?
Natsume: Yeah, I'm sure...
the shoujo bubbles showing up here are. so
“I bet she was waiting… for the yokai to come find her, to get their names back. As many as she could find. And the yokai felt lonely being no more than one of many…”
this reminds me of hinoe in the most recent reiko-centric chapter, but more generally, complicated bonds of loyalty and servitude, reciprocal and nonreciprocal, seem to be some of midorikawa's favorite dynamics to draw on. putting a pin in this.
chapter 2
this touko is so cute. shigeru is a nonentity in the first volume.
you may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like
Sensei: Bad dream?
Natsume: Because you were on me!
Sensei: You must've left yourself vulnerable. Weakness lures demons. They take advantage of it. Be strong if you don't want to get eaten.
madara brings up survival of the fittest mentality for the first time, which is another consistent theme - the value of individual strength vs sharing your struggles with others. but the latter hasn’t really been addressed as an option yet! natsume kind of speedran thru part of this by enlisting nyanko as his bodyguard, but it will take him a lot longer to start learning to share burdens with other humans, or to allow the emotional vulnerability aspect to enter into it.
Natsume: I'll come to worship you. I can't promise to come every day, but I'll bring you offerings.
Shrine god: You can't, Natsume. You're my friend.
this chapter hits very hard for me in general, but especially this exchange. the first volume of full of relationships with marked power dynamics, but now we finally get some friends. weh.
no specific screenshot for this, but i get a bit emotional reading midorikawa’s sidebar notes. i don’t know how old she was when she started writing natsuyuu, but it’s 20 years younger than she is now. i wonder if she still has the same editor she’s talking about in these notes!
WELL MAYBE. weh!!
chapter 3
natsume’s flashbacks to the various youkai he encountered as a child are way creepier than i remembered. screenshots not included due to image limit, but midorikawa has been good at conveying unease very quickly from the very beginning.
Natsume: Oh boy...
speaking of unease, panels like these are why i felt the need to use screenshots economically. tanuma bb you have come so far. i love the lighting in the center top panel.
another thing i love is midorikawa's assistants getting feature sidebar panels, which again i didn't screenshot because i was worried about running out of images for this post. but they're great.
Natsume: I'm sorry, can we do this later?
Misuzu: Are you busy?
Sensei: Exorcising humans.
Natsume: Sensei!
Misuzu: Oh? Then allow me, Misuzu, to help. It would be dull to never serve my master. And you saved one of my own servants earlier.
Natsume: The frog...
Sensei: No good deed goes unpunished.
Natsume: You be quiet, Sensei.
misuzu’s introduction brings back the theme of servitude and mutual loyalty. i also completely forgot that misuzu’s introduction was tied to tanuma’s, something that will come back up like... 95 chapters from now. i am frequently surprised by basic narrative consistency.
natsume and tanuma are able to connect so quickly and again i wonder if midorikawa would have paced things differently if she’d known how long this series would last. but i’m not saying that as a criticism - the way they’re immediately drawn to each other is an important contrast to other dynamics that come up later.
chapter 4
Natsume (in narration): This might take a while...
Natsume (speaking): Kitamoto, have you heard of Futaba village?
Kitamoto: Hmm? My dad's from there.
Natsume (in narration): What?!
Kitamoto: Most of the people relocated around here. I've heard the name Taniozaki, so I'll ask my dad tonight.
another thing i forgot is that kitamoto and nishimura have always been here! for some reason i remembered them joining the cast later on, but they’ve been there from the start, even before they're named. kitamoto’s name does come up for what i think is the first time in this chapter, and i love how willing he is to help natsume, no questions asked.
i like this chapter a lot, but don't have much to say about it because it's such a standalone.
Youkai: We dance, drink, and gamble. There's a race where the prize is a yukata that allows the winner to take human form for one night.
Natsume: What?
Youkai: It's a whole night of carousing and frolicking.
Natsume: What did you say?
the one thing i do want to point out is that's it's interesting that we have youkai getting agency over when they are seen! it's usually left up to the humans, regardless of whether the youkai would like to be seen or not.
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Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask if you still have ideas about the Time Travel AU (the CK one) cause I've been a little obsessed with it (I really love you art ♥️)
Omg CK time travel AU... I'm so happy people still like it, I haven't thought about it in so long :') sadly I don't have any new art of it, but I can add a few notes
The whole idea was always about Miguel and Robby from the end of season 4 waking up around the start of season 2. Neither one knows the other is in the same boat, and it creates some problems as both try to change events in their own ways, thus making different situations harder to predict. They also go about it the wrong way until they get Demetri on board, like they focus on the wrong things to solve the problems.
I was always imagining Miguel waking up on the day he gets his braces removed, because everything will suck for him for a while but at least he'll get to experience that twice ( my people who wore braces will know what I'm talking about)✌️✌️
Before Robby and Miguel figure out they're time travelling buds they try to sabotage each others non-existent relationships. This makes Sam think Miguel still is a jealous douchebag, Tory thinks Robby is...weird. basically, those relationships are soooo dead. I like Robby/Tory (controversial, I know) but it would be complicated. There's a chance for them being endgame, but I'm on the fence about it, cause the point of this AU was more about friendships, especially for Robby.
This one drawing I made where Robby and Miguel sort of talk about juvie/the paralysis was supposed to take place after this big fight they had. Because they're not friendly towards eachother after finding out they're both from the future. They're forced together due to the circumstances, but there's a lot of tension between them that culminates into this big fight where they nearly repeat the event they're trying to avoid. It shakes them to their core, and they realise they don't want this -> they try to talk about it and figure out that they have more in common than they thought.
This was supposed to be the turning point in the au. Pre them making up, everything just went from bad to worse, every situation they tried to fix ended with something else going straight to hell, but once they become friends? Everything suddenly seems to go smoothly. Until it doesn't. (enter fucking Hawk and the feelings they didn't take into account. Because they were all clueless about it.)
Hawk is in love with Miguel. This is true in all universes, I take no criticism on this lol. The AU was never supposed to be migueli centric, but it makes him extra jealous of Robby. Like, if the guy you like suddenly start sneaking around with someone you both used to talk shit about, keeping secrets, blowing off a potential girlfriend for this person, and now they suddenly seems to get along a bit too well? Yeah he thinks they have something going on. Which sucks for him, cause it's one thing if Miguel can't like him back because he's straight, if he's actually into guys as well? Ouch. It's a total misreading of the situation, but Hawk isn't going to jump to time travelling buddies as the first answer :/ There's a lot of hurt feelings here, and his go to coping mechanism is ofc anger and overreactions. Miguel is so used to Hawk listening to him (especially in his champ era) he didn't ever count on him doing the exact opposite in order to spite him. Cause he kinda...took Hawk for granted I guess 😔
While I made a joke about Hawk hitting on Tory (because she never got with Miguel there's nothing stopping him from doing that) I never planned on them getting together. They would go on one date maximum, Tory would realise they're way better as friends because they would've had a toxic fucking dynamic, and break it off. Which also makes Hawk spiral, but this ain't about him. Tory hangs with Aisha more because she's not with Miguel, and they have their own theories on what's going on with Miguel (and hawk tbh). I think they're the ones who accidentally starts this whole "Miguel and Robby might be...👀👀👀👀" Thing. They also realise what Hawk's deal is.
Sam v. Tory is waaaay more focused on Aisha, as it always should've been imo. I don't think their rivalry gets as bloody, and I think all three can learn some important lessons way faster. Also Aisha never disappears, because there's no school fight.
The adults are the biggest challenge, because neither Miguel nor Robby knows what the hell they were up to most of the time, and they're the ones who creates the mess. Miguel is from the end of s4, so from his perspective his relationship with Johnny is strained, while Johnny has no clue why their dynamic feels so off now(when he finds out Miguel and Robby are friends now, he assumes it's because of his shit relationship with Robby. Which isn't far off from the truth, once Miguel and Robby start talking they actually bond quite a bit over failed fathers/father figures which in turn puts even more strain on the Johnny-Miguel dynamic)
Originally I was considering Miguel being in a similar accident in the end, but under different circumstances. I'm not sure if it would work, but there's something about doomed narratives that compels me.
At least one character will be disappointed in Robby and Miguel for not even trying to win the lottery once they find out they're from the future. Robby and Miguel say they were a bit preoccupied with stopping the karate-gang-wars. Idk which character this should be but let's be real, it's Bert.
#asks#ck#time travel au#migueli#<- that's a tag i didn't expect to use today but it's not unwelcome :') i miss them!!!#this was so much fun#maybe I should do stuff with this au again!!!
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Okayy thank you!! <3 Just a heads up I’m a sucker for angst soooo What if maybe she’s not home when he comes to visit her, she’s away for vacation or a work thing & he realizes he really hates not being able to see her when he comes back. She ends up saying he can crash in her place bcs she feels bad. He agrees but he was so excited to see oc but not being able to have her, he needs relief bad. He tries to hold off so bad but ig we can chalk it up to him just being a man *cue lana del rey* He ends up having a girl over and oc comes back early from her trip & finds them in bed together. In the same bed they used to share. She’s conflicted because she can’t be jealous because she’s knows she’s not the only one he sleeps with and he’s technically not cheating. Shes hurt but also curious to see if he really doesn’t mumble sweet nothings into other girls ears like he does to her or if he doesn’t kiss them & gives them gentle caresses like he does to her. (Whether he does or doesn’t idk I can’t decide😭😭). When Jungkook & the girl are done he walks her out and she leaves but what neither of them saw was oc sitting on the couch. Once he locks eyes with oc his face turns pale as if he’s seen a ghost. He’s quick to try & salvage whatever it is they have with the excuse that they’re not together & it’s not cheating but oc can’t take the disrespect of him “needing some” so bad that if he doesn’t get it from her he’s willing to bring someone into their own home or at least the home they used to share. He catches her on this & he’s a little toxic about it trying to deflect where he’s wrong in this situation, he reminds her that it isn’t their home anymore it’s just hers because she made the decision of ending their relationship. They argue & she’s so hurt but so mad too bcs it’s kinda true. In the end she feels really defeated. She kicks him out & as much as he wants to fix things he’s just as angry too, plus he has a flight to catch for a fight. Soon as the fights over he jets straight from the arena to her house to finally apologize and fix things but she doesn’t open. He’s so used to her always opening the door that, that’s when he knows it’s officially over, she might have broken up with him first but he’s the one that really ended it. Orrr another scenario is (this is a whole different scene, not including the argument above, but as I’m rereading this I feel like it can kinda go together too lol) he comes back and she opens the door but tells him he can sleep on the couch because she’s adamant on this not being able to continue, she eventually caves and they end up sleeping together but while they’re doing it she cries which she’s done before but this time he feels like it’s a little different but he continues (bcs she’s saying she doesn’t want him to stop) so he settles that she’s just crying out of pleasure. Then once it’s his time to leave again she stops him & instead of the usual quick kiss, she kisses him. Like really kisses him. & before he leaves she says something cryptic like “goodbye Jungkook, good luck” with a small smile. He thinks she’s just saying goodbye until next time & good luck on his next fight, so he leaves and doesn’t think much of it. Only when he comes back she doesn’t open the door, the person that does says they’ve just moved in a few days ago, the previous tenant moved. He tries calling her but the number is out of service, that’s when it clicks for him that she was saying goodbye the last time they were together & this completely breaks him. Omgg this was so long & idk if you can see what I mean when I say I just have huge ramblings!! You said you’re already working up a part 2 (I’m so excited to hear!!) so I was so close to not sending this in but I already had my rambling written out because I’m really forgetful so I figured let me not let it go to waste lol if this doesn’t fit, make sense or you just don’t like it, thanks anyway for listening to my ramble <333 I can’t wait to read the rest of your work!!
thank u for this it was entertaining to read! and its fine u can always ramble to me i dont mind at all it was very fun and cool to read someone explaining an idea they got from *my* story its rlly cool!!!
i might pluck some of these ideas and cook up a drabble but it wont be for any time soon tho. hope u look forward to part 2! <3
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THIS IS PROBABLY STUPID since ppl so rarely refer to me in the third person on this website. but. for at least little while i want to go by they/them pronouns. but i’m afraid of asking ppl i know irl (even though i’m p sure they know i’m nonbinary) so i’m testing it out here? i feel so stupid abt this lmao just bc this is like. equivalent to just straight up not testing it out. since again, ppl don’t tend to talk about me here, just to me or with me, soooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i feel like i wanna be a bit more certain that i want this before asking irl people to do it, since im not totally sure i do want to use they/them going forward…which also is making me question whether or not i actually AM nonbinary…does anyone else ever feel like you’re only being a Weird Gender for the attention??? i feel like that all the time. about everything, not just gender, but gender is one of the more…hmmm…central aspects of identity, in some ways? now to be clear i don’t necessarily believe that is true, or at least it doesn’t HAVE to be, but that’s what society at large seems to be pushing right now, so ppl (on all parts of the political spectrum!…but, it must be said, mostly cis ppl) assume gender identity is important to everyone. but it’s not that important to me, it’s never felt important, ive never felt quite comfortable being part of either category, i don’t feel resentful that most ppl assume i’m a woman when they meet me, i’m not resentful i was raised as a woman, i don’t really care if ppl use she/her to refer to me, sometimes i even call myself i woman or a girl in conversation! not in any serious way, it’s usually like “aaah what’s a girl to do!” or you know little comments here and there, mostly based on pre-existing phrases, but i feel bad whenever i do it, and i cannot figure out if it’s because i am NOT actually a ciswoman and therefore it feels like i am misgendering myself, OR because i AM actually a ciswoman but some grotesque part of my brain is like “ugh but that’s so BORING, no one will ever love you if you’re that BORING” and then another part of my brain is like “well if you’re nonbinary just because the alternative is boring and won’t get you attention, then you probably aren’t REALLY nonbinary” and i went to middle/high school before it was really even okay to be a GAY kid let alone a TRANS one!!! and NONBINARY? wtf we didn’t HAVE that word in my schools gay straight alliance (which btw was all “straight” kids who have all since come out lol that’s what 2003 was like guys) so this is just…. all kind of new to me
ANYWAY all this is to say that i changed my stupid pronouns in my stupid bio to they/them and i feel stupid about it but (gripping edge of bathroom sink, looking at self in mirror, clenching teeth) HERE WE GO LETS DO THIS
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22, 27, and 29 for the fic asks please!
You indulge me!
22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?
For the most part, yes! Every so often I'll go in blind, but it is usually the pesky middle that I don't know.
27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?
I'm always nervous, but I would say any of my canon-era fics give me special pause, particularly when they're going to be anti any particular family/character because regardless of how well you tag, some people will still come there specifically to be mad.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)
Ahh oh my gosh I love this. Soooo I think the premise was that Myrcella was traveling by ship to Dorne for her wedding, but her ship was taken by slavers, and they were brought to the North? (I think they had bad info & thought the North wanted slaves idk). Anyway Robb meets with them and is getting ready to kill the slavers anyway but then he notices Myrcella and realizes she is his mate. (I think this is when I was going through a period of reading somewhat embarrassing supernatural smut romances LOL) but anyway, here it goes......
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, though the Northern king’s actions were almost entirely self-explanatory.
He had lifted her up into his arms. The long forearm of one was underneath her thighs, the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. Even as a child she had never been carried like this, as though she was seated in a chair.
“I’m carrying you,” he answered her simply. “The snow is up to your waist.”
She glanced down as he started walking. It didn’t seem like it would be at her waist, but it was fairly high. The fur lined boots he had given her were doing far more to protect her from the cold than her silk slippers had, but they only went up to her mid-calf, leaving too much of her vulnerable to the heavy snow.
It seemed odd that a king would not have a horse, but from her vantage point she could see that he did. Some of her companions, the ones who had been more badly beaten were atop them. She looked to her other side and saw Gendry walking a few paces away and a couple behind, his eyes on her.
It was strange to see him with these people, he was one of the largest men she had ever met, but standing near to the king’s companion, the one who had sniffed her, he seemed average. Almost short.
The king’s companion caught her eye and winked and she turned quickly so that she was facing straight ahead.
She didn’t like that look. It was similar to the one the kingsguards, apart from Ser Arys, had gotten when Joffrey would talk about her upcoming wedding. Knowing and lude.
It was frightening enough, that look, when she knew they were picturing her with the man who would be her husband. The man holding her could ravage her at will and leave her to freeze in the snow.
Though he had made that slightly trickier by giving her warm boots and the cloak off his back.
He had done that though because he thought she was his mate. There was no saying how he would behave when he learned that he was mistaken.
“What did you mean?” she asked.
“Snow… high,” he responded, “You… small.”
She tilted her head back to glare up at him and found him smirking down at her.
“I meant when you called me your mate,” she told him.
And then lowered her gaze to look away from his laughing blue eyes.
He pulled her more firmly against him and her eyes closed at the first true feeling of warmth she’d had in days. An odd sensation, with the snow falling all around them.
“It means the gods made you for me,” he answered.
“Why would they do that?” she wondered.
If they were meant to be together, it seemed like an oversight to have her born in the South and him in the North. To her knowledge, the gods did not make those kinds of mistakes.
“They were rewarding me, I suppose,” he said.
Her head fell back against his chest so that she could look up and see his expression, searching for further signs of him teasing her. He seemed to be getting such pleasure out of it, when only an hour earlier his face had been entirely devoid of humor.
When he returned her look she saw no signs of mirth though, only an earnest satisfaction that sent a shiver down her spine.
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Case 12 - A fragment’s dungeon
[AO3 version]
Going to school a little late made Daisuke cross his path with a boy named Noel Leblanc, who was an overseas student from Amanogawa High. Daisuke used his good sense of humor and friendlish aura to introduce the kid to the school, with the help of Takeru and Hikari. Meanwhile, Ken discovered what the mysterious ‘treasure’ Arsenemon was after is, and sent the report to Miyako, who called everyone at the karaoke booth to discuss it after school. They learned that said pieces came from a digimental called ‘Digimental of Desire’ and that it was shattered into 20 pieces. Arsenemon has three while the Chosen Children only two. There’s still 15 pieces left!!
However, Arsenemon and his accomplice Espimon discovered the next fragment’s localization -- at Shinjo Michi’s residence. A calling card is sent, and the group went to talk with Michi but they saw Lune with her. And Daisuke dumped this case on the others in order to help Noel again?!
What will happen next?
“... And That’s all!” Daisuke finished explaining the places and routes to go to certain places in Tokyo… by using a map since he’s not very good at explaining things.
“O-oh… Thank you, Motomiya-san…! But… Weren’t you going somewhere with those other kids…?”
“Did you hear us…?” Daisuke blinked, maybe he talked too loud this time…
“No…” Noel shook his head, “I saw you with them and assumed you were hanging out…”
“We were going to a cafe, but you seemed lost again,” V-mon replied.
“Ah… I didn’t want to bug anyone…!! I’m sorry!!”
“N-no, it’s okay, it’s okay!! Daisuke waved his hands, “Besides, they can handle it by themselves, I have faith in them.”
“If that’s the case…”
“Do you have a digimon partner, Noel?” V-mon asked, out of the blue. Noel shook his head, “Ah…”
“Is… Is that bad?” the boy asked, concerned.
“No, but it’s turning into something rare nowadays” Daisuke replied with a sigh, so this kid running around without a digimon might be dangerous… -- he thought.
“There’s big numbers so far” V-mon added, “You might get a partner digimon someday too.”
“No age restriction though, my sister is six years older than me and she got a digimon in 2003--”
Suddenly, Daisuke’s phone rang -- “Just a sec,” and he answered the call, “Heeeeello? H-huh?? You discovered who’s the next target? Ok, I’m comin’ Ken!”
“What’s wrong?” V-mon asked, watching Daisuke hang up the call.
“They found Arsenemon’s target. We have to retrieve that piece before him!”
“Um… Who’s Arsenemon, Motomiya-san?” Noel asked.
“It’s a sneaky thief trying to gather pieces of a forbidden Digimental only for himself!” Daisuke snorted, clenching his hands, “He keeps making fun of us, but not this time!!”
“Hmm… Do you have any proof that he wants it for himself only? Ah, I’m not… defending him…”
“Huh?” V-mon blinked, and Daisuke stood quiet. Noel had a point though… They got something vague about ‘stealing’ a treasure, but… nothing for what purpose…!!
“He said he was going to steal those pieces…” Daisuke frowned, “But not for what purpose… I think…”
“The bad guys… Always want something like world domination… It’s a bit odd, don’t you think?”
“True… Hmm… Maybe next time we meet him, I will straight up ask him!!”
“Daisuke, should we go?” V-mon asked, “Maybe… We can ask him tonight!!”
“Alright! We catch ya later, Noel! Don’t get lost again!” and he and V-mon left, running…
“You shouldn’t do that” Noel heard a voice behind him, and he looked at the tree he was next to, “Why would you--”
“It’s not a lie, you know it… I think they misunderstood what was said.”
“Yeah, they did. Because being vague like this only made things harder.”
“But, doesn’t it make things interesting…?”
“... I won’t reply to that.”
“Soooo… This weird broken Emerald wasn’t actually a normal Emerald and yes a part of a Digimental?” Michi tried to recap everything those people said, right heading to her home.
“Yes/Yeah/Mhm” the 02 Group replied.
“And there’s a phantom thief digimon going after it, so that’s why you want me to give it to you?”
“Yes/Yeah/Exactly.”
“Well, I guess I can give it to you then…” Michi shrugged, “I wanted to make a necklace for a friend but I don’t think I should use a broken gem in it.”
“Will you??” Miyako smiled,
“Thank y--” Hikari was about to thank her, but…!
“Besides, if it is a Digimental this could mean a broken Digimental might make digimon go amok without a complete one. So I don’t want any digimon to end up using it on them, including Plotmon or my friend’s Bakumon.”
“-- That’s a valid point here” Takeru blinked.
“True, we didn’t get one of those pieces to react to a digimon yet, but it might be plausible” Iori mused.
“Haha, I’m just kidding! It can’t happen, can it??” Michi chuckled, but she noticed the other kids were… Taking it seriously…?!
“..........”
“Are you kidding me!?” She stopped and turned to the group, “Is it possible!?”
“Michi, you shouldn’t take this lightly” Plotmon sighed, on Michi’s arms.
Suddenly, they meet a long black haired girl, running desperately in their direction.
“Huh what is Sara doing here?” Plotmon tilted
“Michi, something’s off with Bakumon!!” she was waverining, pale as she saw a ghost, “Huh, aren’t they…”
“The famous Chosen Children? You bet!”
“What happened to Bakumon?” Plotmon asked.
“... Bakumon found a strange gem and…” she was very hesitant, “Something happened…”
“Could you please give us the details?” Hawkmon asked, politely.
“... Evolved with the gem. But now… It’s running out of control right now.”
“What!?” Michi, Plotmon and the 02 Group’s eyes widened with that big news.
“I think you shouldn’t have said that, Michi” Plotmon looked at the girl.
“D-don’t put the blame on me!! 💦”
At this point, they won’t get the Digimental fragment before Arsenemon, right!?
As the sun goes down, the 02 group alongside Michi find out that Michi’s house has turned into a strange dungeon, possibly fulfilled by Bakumon’s deepest desires. Bakumon evolved into Baluchimon instead of a wild beast, or Monochromon (which is the form Sara achieved before). The place was like a video-game, one of those Bakumon and Sara liked to play with Michi and Plotmon when they were kids.
“What is this…?” Patamon exclaimed, Huh, Takeru’s and everyone’s clothes…!!
They… Changed!?
“Are we on a Final Fan--” Iori covered Armadimon’s mouth.
“Ken-chan got a ponytail!!” Wormmon’s eyes were sparkling with glee, but Ken wasn’t very fond of having his hair way longer than his usual…
“Huh, Michi and Sara’s clothes didn’t change…” Plotmon blinked.
“The calling card mentioned Arsenemon would be here at 9 PM,” Iori reminded them all, “We have to hurry.”
“Alright!/Understood.”
Daisuke wasn’t there yet, though…
“Man, I wish we could be a little faster…” Daisuke whined, running on Lighdramon through the streets, “It’s already nighttime!”
“I’m doing my best here…!!” Lighdramon snorted, annoyed with that complaint,” It would’ve been easier if we went flying straight up there…!!”
“I’m sorry that I picked the wrong choice! But you can’t Evolve into XV-mon if you devolve now. It will waste your energy and you might not be able to fight!! And if you have no energy to evolve you can’t jogress-evolve into Paildramon with Stingmon so this means--”
“Alright alright, I got it…!!”
“... I have an idea! But promise to not drop me in mid-air.”
“Hm?”
“Let’s go to the top of the buildings and go from there, so you don’t need to worry about the traffic or the pedestrians!”
“Daisuke… Are you crazy?”
“You know I’m serious, and I trust you with my own life. So I know you won’t drop me!”
Lighdramon chuckled, “Ok… But hold tight…!” And he started a wall jump to the top of the buildings. Once they landed at the top, they could see some suspicious digimon flying there on his cane as some sort of magical hoverboard, “That’s…!!”
“Arsenemon” Daisuke clutched his hands, holding Lighdramon’s spine tightly, “Let’s go, Lighdramon!”
“Roger!!”
“This is the power of Baluchimon’s Cloud Vision” Ken reported to the group, “I’ve heard of that kind of digimon before… They use this technique to confuse the enemy and lead them to the exit of their territories.”
“Can we evolve?” Wormmon asked.
“I’m not sure…”
“How do you know that information?” Michi asked, impressed by Ken’s knowledge.
“... Um, let’s say I had studied the digimon and its culture before.”
“It was for Chimeramon, right?” The other four 02 kids looked at Ken, saying it with an annoyed voice.
“... 💧” Ken just felt a little… intimidated by their gaze.
“If you’re not sure about evolving… You could try right now” Sara suggested, and Hikari could feel the other was growing impatient by her seizing her hand with the other.
“Worth a try” Michi replied with a nod, “Let’s do it, Plotmon” and he took her digivice from her pocket.
But… Nothing happened. As Ken suspected, the power of Baluchimon was interfering with the digimon’s evolution. Could this mean…?
“Maybe Armor evolution might work” Miyako suggested, “Ok, here we go! Sincerity Digimental-- ” But the Digimental in front of her took the shape of a big shuriken, like the one used by Shurimon. The only difference was the Crest of Sincerity engraved in it “Huh!?”
“What-- How did you do that, Miyako-san?” Everyone asked her, who just felt the pressure over her.
“I… I don’t know!!” she babbled, “I just tried to Armor evolve Hawkmon into Shurimon!”
“That might be Baluchimon’s power too” Ken replied, “Hmm, interesting.”
“Don’t just say ‘Hm, interesting’ and stay there!” Sara finally snapped, “Bakumon is in danger…!!”
“Maybe we can use those strange weapons to advance,” Iori suggested, “Miyako-san and I have two Digimentals each, we can lend one for each of you.”
“Hohoho, gimme a cool Digimental then!” Michi grinned, then Miyako used the Digimental of Love and it became an Ax with the details of Horusmon -- the helmet became the blades or a twin ax “Hohoho, I loved it!!”
“Michi, don’t do anything reckless…” both Plotmon and Sara showed concern.
“So you think we can handle this by… brute force?” Hikari frowned.
“There might exist a way to evolve,” Tailmon mused, “We still don’t know how.”
The rest used their own Digimentals and they turned into JRPG weapons too: Ken got a twin spear based on Pucchiemon’s ears; Iori a sword from Submarimon’s harpoon-nose, Takeru a gunbow based on Pegasusmon, while Hikari had a crossbow with Nefertimon’s motif. Iori offered the Digimental of Knowledge to Sara, but she refused: What if I hurt Bakumon!? -- Her denial was so deep that they decided to leave her in Michi and Plotmon’s hands.
With the help of their partners, they faced the challenges imposed by Baluchimon’s illusion. Since everything was fake, they didn’t care about hurting or destroying the enemy digimon popping out from the way -- also, they were weaker than regular digimon… Allowing the 02 group and Michi to beat them with those weapons.
When they were this close to reaching Baluchimon’s realm… Baluchimon itself had eyes glowing in green, just like the gem in its head. Huh odd, because this gem should be red and the eyes blue, isn’t it? -- Ken thought.
“Bakumon!!” Sara shouted with a worried face, “Bakumon please stop!! I… I don’t want to lose you!!”
“S…a…r…a…!!?”
“Bakumon’s reacting to Sara’s voice!” Patamon commented, and the group was still unsure what could happen next.
“Bakumon please… Please stop!!”
“...S…a…r…a……H…e…l…p…!!”
“Y’all need to remove the gem from its head,” they heard a voice?! From where!? “This will revert Baluchimon into Bakumon again!”
“Who’s ther-- Nevermind, Wormmon” Ken looked at his partner, “Use Sticky Net technique on that green gem from its head!”
“Right!” Wormmon nodded and aimed at the said diamond-shaped jewel on Baluchimon’s head, “Sticky Net!!”
The silky net hit the gem, and then all they had to do was to pull it out!! Everyone held the other end of the silk net and pulled it until they heard a “POP!” and the broken gem left Baluchimon’s head. And with this, the entire illusion vanished, as Bakumon regained its original form.
“Bakumon!!” Sara ran towards Bakumon’s direction and fell on her knees, then embraced Bakumon in a warm and tight hug, “Bakumon I was so afraid of losing you!!”
Ken took the fragment from the silky net and looked around, that voice…
“Ken-kun--” Miyako called him, but he ran to the entrance, “Wa-wait, where are you going!?”
The group followed him and Wormmon to find out…
“Yo.”
Daisuke and V-mon??
“Why did you take it so long!?” Miyako snapped, “If we needed to face a strong digimon and the only option were Imperialdramon we would’ve been--”
“I… I had another business to do” Daisuke shrugged.
“What business?” Armadimon raised an eyebrow.
“I met him, Arsenemon… He told me something about those pieces.”
“W-what!?”
“And you let him go!?” Patamon gasped.
“Only this time!” Daisuke growled, “Well, those pieces react to the strongest desires of a digimon, so we should be careful with them.”
“So that’s why you left the note on us inside,” Ken mused, “But why didn’t you come inside?”
“I couldn’t,” he sighed, “Something was preventing me from getting inside. But If you heard what I said…”
“Hmmm…/Suspicious…” they all squinted at Daisuke and V-mon.
“W-what’s wrong with y’all!?” V-mon and Daisuke stared at them in return.
“How did you know about the green gem, if you weren’t inside?” Tailmon asked, Daisuke felt this meant they wouldn’t believe him or V-mon.
“Arsenemon told me. Really, he just let us do it because… He didn’t want to see that Bakumon suffer like that.”
“Suspicious…” Patamon and Armadimon said together.
“ARGH! YA DON’T BELIEVE ME!?”
“That’s cruel!!” V-mon dramatically fell on his knees.
“I think he’s telling the truth” Hikari frowned, “But I don’t understand…”
“If Daisuke-san met Arsenemon personally… This means he knows what he looks like, right?” Hawkmon said with a serious tone of voice.
“I didn’t see his face, it was…”
“STOP RIGHT THERE, ARSENEMON!! YOU WON’T ESCAPE TODAY!!” Daisuke screamed, he and Lighdramon were closer to catch the phantom thief this time.
“Pardon, but I can’t let you catch me.”
“Then answer me! Why are you after those Digimental of Desire’s pieces!? Are you a bad guy!?”
“My my… You think a vile digimon would steal those fragments before they run the digimon amok?”
That made both Daisuke and Lighdramon gasp in silence.
“What do you mean!?” Lighdramon asked.
“That Digimental was forbidden and hidden because it drove the digimon insane, besides forcing its user to pay a high cost to achieve that power. It’s a wicked tool, if you ask me.”
Daisuke was confused now…
“Then…Why are YOU stealing those pieces!?”
“That’s something you might not believe me, so I will spare you from the details for now…”
They reached Shinjo Michi’s residence, but once Daisuke tried to get in… Something prevented him and Lighdramon from going inside.
“DARN IT!!” Daisuke snapped, “What should we do!?”
Arsenemon used his own magician powers to look inside, “I’m too late, the fragment reacted to a digimon and evolved it into Baluchimon already.”
“Baluchimon?” Lighdramon and Daisuke repeated.
“I see your friends are inside too, this won’t end well… Unless we do something.”
“What should we do??” Daisuke seemed panicked, “How can we help them??”
“I’ll lend you my magic trick, use it to tell your friends what I’m about to tell you.”
“Daisuke… Should we trust him?” Lighdramon asked, he was tense as well.
“... We have no choice. I accept the deal.”
“So, Arsenemon casted a spell on you?” Hikari asked.
“Yeah sorta, but it didn’t last for much time…” he shrugged, “All I could say was about the green gem on Baluchimon’s head. I couldn’t tell y’all I was outside, or to warn about the piece turning digimon unstable.”
“Hmm, if you say so” Tailmon smiled “We trust you.”
“But why would Arsenemon help us?” Ken asked himself, musing “This is strange…”
“Yeah we don’t know either” V-mon this time shrugged and shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter now,” Takeru smiled, “All's well that ends well.”
They then left, heading back to their homes.
But someone watched them from the distance,
“Why did you help them, boss?” Espimon asked Arsenemon, who had a warm smile on his face.
“Let’s say I was paying a favor in return,” he replied, nonchalantly.
What did he mean by that…??
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