Character A fakes their own death thus leaving Character B devastated.
Character A fakes their own death thus leaving Character B devastated.
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Help my girlfriend has a chest cold and is trying to sleep but just woke up, sang 'habibiiii' in a sleepy lil voice and then went back to sleep :') I'm so in love
Summary: Ace and Deuce wants to know why MC disappears for a few days every month.
Ace and Deuce were very suspicious.
MC was acting weird. Not that, that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black.
They noticed MC would disappear for a few days every month.
MC would leave Grim with them, much to Grim’s dismay.
They also noticed before she disappeared, she would nervously talk to Professor Crewel and he would give her a small box.
“What if she and Professor Crew--!!!”
“Shut up Deuce! There’s no way!”
When they asked her about it, she would never tell them.
She was resilient.
They tried. They tried so hard to make her tell them. Grim couldn’t find out and he lived with her. It was to the point that she threatened telling Riddle on them and leaving Grim with no tuna.
Ace and Deuce gave up.
Or so it seemed.
The three in one brain cell trio were ready next month.
After MC left Grim with them, they waited a few hours.
Then to the Ramshackle Dorm they went.
It was oddly quiet.
No sound could be heard and most of the lights were off.
Except for a faint glimmer where MC’s room was located.
“But what if-?”
“Shut it Deuce!”
Ace used his magic to open the door.
Deuce and Grim followed him in.
….then they heard it.
It was faint but there.
MC was crying.
The three panicked and ran.
“MC!!!” They broke into her room.
Their hearts broke.
MC looked up in shock. Her face had tear stains and she was hugging a pillow to her. Several other items lay around her: hot water bottles, candy bars, blankets, just to name a few.
“MC, Why are you crying?!?! Whose bone do I break??!!” Deuce seemed to have reverted back to his old ways. Grim ran to her and hugged her. Ace just observed the scene.
“What are you guys doing here???”
“Forget about that, minion! Why are you crying?!!”
“Deuce and Grim, go reheat her soup and warm up her water bottle.”
“Now.” With the way Ace looked at them, they readily did as they were told.
After the door closed, Ace went to MC and wrapped her tightly with her blankets.
“A-a-ce..” MC was trembling.
“Stupid MC, why did you suffer alone?”
Ace sat next to her and pulled her close by her shoulders.
MC silently cried.
Deuce and Grim returned after a few minutes.
Deuce was a bit red in the face and seemed to realize what was going on. He hesitantly sat next to MC and handed her the hot water bottle. “Here you are MC.”
MC took it with shaking hands. Deuce’s heart broke even more and hugged her. “I’m sorry MC.”
“Hey! What is going on?! Why is MC crying?!”
“We’ll tell you later Grim, just be quiet.”
Ace looked around the room and noticed the package Professor Crewel gave her. “MC, when can you take the next dose?”
MC looked up from where she had nestled her head in Deuce’s shoulder. “In an hour.”
Ace nodded. He took the bowl of soup from Grim’s paws and turned to MC. He scooped a spoonful and carefully lifted it to her face. “You need to eat.”
MC shook her head and buried further into her hug with Deuce. Deuce patted her head and looked at Ace, helplessly.
“You have to eat.” Ace repeated. “Please.”
MC looked at him in shock. Ace never said ‘please.’
It showed how worried he was that he had to resort to that.
Grim was frozen.
Deuce nodded his head along and gave MC his best puppy dog eyes. “Please.”
MC sipped the soup as Ace held it up to her again.
After handling all she could, MC just laid her head on Deuce’s shoulder. Ace left to get a glass of water, so MC could take her medication.
Grim had chosen to bully the pillow out of her arms so he could lay on her lap and purr.
Ace returned. MC took her medication.
MC’s boys cuddled her while she slowly dazed away into slumber.
Their warmth brought her comfort.
It was the best sleep she had in a while.
At this point, I’m just writing comfort stories because I wish someone would do the same thing for me that the boys do for MC. 🥺🥺🥺😣😣😣💕💕😩😩💙💙💚💚
I hope you enjoyed reading this 💞💞💞💞❣️❣️❣️❣️
Romance of the Gods (Shinkouhyou x Fushan)
Romantic F/O: Shinkouhyou
S/I: Fushan Nyanya
So I got hit with the creative juices and made a moodboard for my Houshin Engi self ship. ♥️🐈⬛🦊
🦊 S/I’s Pronouns Are She/They/Fox • Ok To Reblog 🦊
I finally watched The Apprenticeship and I have a few questions, Morgan:
Hotch is a triathlete, Rossi's an ex-marine, and JJ was an amazing college soccer champ - but you actively choose mr. I don't even own shorts to fill-in for your missing teammate?
Now how/why could? that? possibly? be?
Tell me if I my instincts are off (they aren’t), but is it a smidge bit yes-homo to call the homie 'baby' in front of a bunch of alpha male posturing gov't goons?
Ditto 'pretty boy'.
What about that whole 'thata boy!' pep talk? Did your noses NEED to be thisclose? Were those light, familiar chest pats a total necessity for the W? And don’t even get me started on that flirty lil cheek pat, cuz seriously?
(Spoiler alert: you can’t see with your back turned, but Spencer can barely catch his breath from your proximity and touch)
So Spencer hits it. For himself? To spite the bullies and disbelievers and those who victimized him throughout his life? For you?
(Despite being a profiler, Morgan, you see myopically; you never see how it has always been you).
When your Pretty Boy completes the world's ugliest body thrust-cum-slide into home plate, why then - in front of God and Country and colleagues - do you throw yourself on top of him in a horizontal hug before he can even get up?
[gif tragically unavailable - Tumblr Gods, FIX THIS]
Eventually the hug becomes vertical, so I guess two hands are necessary to pull him more impossibly into your space?
You are so proud, you hoist him in victory onto your shoulders.
(Is it because you need the world to see him as you do - a winner, a hero, a studmuffin, the exception to your every rule?)
Morgan, do you know he feels the same?
Distance is a scam- it's my legal right to kiss him all over his face and insist we hold hands everywhere we walk. who can i sue.
he makes me so happy. i wanna use him like a hammock. i wanna squeeze him so tight.
not me imagining Skwisgaar listening to ABBA and his mind conjuring up soft thoughts of Abigail where there was no one in particular before whenever he listened to the softer love songs
and the fact confusing him, maybe even scaring him a little with how strange it is.
...him testing out other songs to see if they make him think of her too...?
spotify is FINALLY giving me nice music on discover weekly, like, love, where were you?
(Would you like a series out of the different relationship aesthetics?)
- They begin as debate partners really, they're barely even friends. They argue about different topics, any topic really. History, politics, science, philosophy and everything in between. Neither of them ever win.
- Everyone else, while annoyed by their constant grandparent-bickering, ships them to the point of insanity.
- Their relationship changes when Sly starts referring to Raven as their 'favourite sparring partner,' and Raven starts referring to them as their, 'favourite intellectual enemy.'
- They silently flirt with their eyes, quick glances and longing stares.
- Once they finally do get together, they become inseparable.
- Once a week Sly comes home and adds another book to Raven's bookcase without saying anything, and when Raven finds it, they smile softly, and fall a little bit further in love without saying anything.
- Unspoken love. Comfortable silence.
- Stained coffee cup rings and inky finger tips.
- Late rainy nights reading together by the window.
- Always dressing dark and sleek, unintentionally matching their aesthetics.
- Keeping mostly to themselves.
- Falling asleep resting on each other's shoulders.
- Ravenclaw being an early riser, brewing coffee and stirring Slytherin awake with the rich aroma.
- 24 hour libraries are their second home.
- Running their fingertips over each other's faces. Tracing their features.
- Holding hands on trips to the gallery.
- Whispering theoretical discussions late at night while lying in bed.
- "Nobody sees me, not like I am. Nobody but you."
“And what once was ours is no one's now
If the story's over
I see you everywhere
The only thing we share
Is this small town
You said it was a great love
One for the ages
But if the story’s over
Why am I still writing pages?”
— death by a thousand cuts , t a y l o r s w i f t