#to old and prolly confused followers im so sorry

[tophuukiey]

the sound ringing in my ears.

Pairing: Aislinn Tanaka x F!MC

Summary: Quinn can't stop thinking about that moment. How she'd seen the bullet fly past her, her whole life flashing by in the blink of an eye. But she feels Aislinn's hand on hers, warm and comforting.

"Let's take you home," she says softly.

This is a small rewrite of THAT scene in LoA Chapter 14.

Word count: 3.8k

-There is a dirty 30 scene-

A/N: Revived this dead acc to post this. I just wanted to get this out of my system because I thought that dirty 30 buildup felt rushed. Just an opinion! And this isn't really a "fix", just a fic. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

==

She remembers every second leading up to that fateful moment—Aislinn, pale and frozen, staring at the masked robber, at the phone, the key to this entire case.

She remembers feeling something flare up inside her, a spark of anger, ignited into a blue flame that crawled through her entire being. A feeling that felt a lot like fear.

Quinn Michaels believes herself to be a rational human being. She was smart, top of the class, the popular, hotshot lawyer in her old town. She was hired by Sadie McGraw herself, not to mention being handpicked by Gabe Ricci.

But in that instance, all logic flew out of her head when she feared she would lose everything. Marcus. This case. The partnership.

There's a gun on that man's belt. And Aislinn is right between the two of them.

She ran.

"Don't! He's got a—!"

"Quinn, no—!"

The gunshot rings out in an instant. A flash of bright light from the barrel of a small gun.

She swears she must have passed out. For a second. Or two. Maybe more.

Because when her eyes blink open, she's on the ground, alive and catching her breath. Hands pressed tightly to her ears. The man is gone, and so is Aliana's phone.

She feels a bead of sweat trickle down her nose and onto the tiles below. She hears—no, feels Gabe and Aislinn hovering over her, talking, asking her questions.

All she hears is the gunshot ringing in her ears. The frantic beats of her own heart. She vividly recalls her own life flash by in the instant that bullet flew over her.

"No, I—" She gasps. She blinks a few times, shaking her head. The ringing won't stop. "The phone... the—"

"I don't care about the goddamn phone, Quinn! I care about you!" Gabe interjects sharply. He sounds angry, but his voice is trembling.

Aislinn is much softer, and her voice quivers as she speaks. A pained look crosses over her features.

"Gabe's right. You're what matters here. You've always been what matters..."

She feels Aislinn take her hand. She meets her downcast gaze, eyes dark and heavy through her lashes, a thin sheen of moisture covering them.

What's that saying in novels, Quinn vaguely wonders. The thing about staring.

Well, Aislinn is looking at her as if she’s the most precious thing in the entire world. And because she chokes under the weight of her gaze, she looks away and at Gabe.

The man sighs.

"We'll have to call the authorities. Report a break-in, a criminal assault, and... goddammit, where the hell is security anyway?" He hisses.

His fingers are flying over his phone in an instant. Quinn keeps her gaze trained on the floor, the diffused reflections of three figures beneath her.

She feels Aislinn squeeze her hand.

"Let's take you home," she says in the softest voice when she finally looks at her.

==

The ride to Quinn's apartment is quiet, the air heavy with unsaid words and restrained emotions. Though the building isn't too far off from McGraw Byrne, the journey felt longer than it really was, further amplified in the slow and much more cautious manner Aislinn drove through the busy New York streets.

Only when they pull up in front of the apartment building does Aislinn break the silence with a sigh.

"Are you okay?"

Quinn blinks out of her trance. "Oh, just..."

She meets Aislinn's piercing gaze. She realizes she can't make up any excuses.

"I'm not... but I'm better than I was," Quinn finishes weakly.

Aislinn nods slowly, turning away to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Let's get you inside."

Quinn isn't used to this—this... tension and silence between them. They'd always been comfortable with each other, in spite of Aislinn's reserved nature conflicting with her own much more forward one. But in the elevator ride up, she can't seem to find the words to say to her.

Truthfully, she can still vaguely hear the ringing deep inside her ears.

It's Aislinn who breaks the silence again when they arrive at the apartment.

"I guess my little favor paid off," she chuckles softly, looking around the chic New York apartment.

Quinn watches her scan through the living area, at the few remaining boxes strewn beside the foyer, the little trinkets of memories she had placed on the shelves and sideboards, the magazines and newspapers lying on the coffee table, the laundry sitting on the couch.

Finally, her gaze lands on Quinn, and she smiles.

"I like what you’ve done with the place," she comments.

"You mean, absolutely nothing besides throw some trash around? Sure,” Quinn manages a joke, and she relaxes when she sees Aislinn’s smile widen.

“So? It makes it feel more lived in. I mean, considering the circumstances…” Aislinn trails off.

Quinn feels the air become thick again as they both grow quiet. As the awkward tension rolls back in. She sighs, leaning back against the nearby counter.

“I’m sorry you had to… come here. That you had to see what… we all saw.” Quinn’s tone comes out more bitter than intended. “Really, I’m just a mess. I’m a lawyer for a murder suspect. I shouldn’t be surprised to be getting death scares. It was my fault anyway.”

Her mind wanders to the various news clippings she’d caught over the course of the years. Naïve lawyers standing up to political leaders, big-name companies, royal dynasties—it never ended well for any of them. Koenig was no different. If he had the guts to kill someone as big as Aliana Velazquez, then what does that make her?

Quinn Michaels. The country bumpkin lawyer, a dolphin swimming in a sea of sharks. Hired by Sadie McGraw over the goddamn Tree Law.

If anything, he probably viewed her as an annoying ant.

Sensing the growing turmoil in her head, Aislinn swiftly makes her way towards her. Quinn feels Aislinn’s hands close around hers, consuming them in a small, warm embrace.

The woman squeezes her hands.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. I know that look. And just because it’s happened to others before doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel scared or just… breathe,” Aislinn says as she rubs soothing circles around her knuckles. “You can talk to me.”

Quinn stares at her for a long moment, before she sighs and gives in.

“I just… feel so… angry. So useless. Not like myself. Just…” Quinn grits her teeth. “We were so close. We had everything. And it just… disappeared like that.”

“There was nothing we could do,” Aislinn mutters.

“Yes, there was. We could have made backups the second we found—God, Quinn, why didn’t you think about that?” Quinn hisses, looking away. “Maybe if we’d been faster. If I’d run faster. If I just risked it all—!”

“No,” Aislinn interjects. Her leveled tone is colored by a drop of anger. When she speaks again, her voice trembles with a mixture of pain and fury. “What are you saying, that you’d throw your life away for one client?”

Quinn presses her lips together. “That’s not—we were just… this close, Aislinn! I could still be hit and live. I could have gotten—!”

“So, you want to be a sacrificial lamb?” Aislinn’s face twists in anger. “What are you even saying? You’re Quinn Michaels. You’re smarter… you’re better than this. Don’t act like a martyr just because you feel bad about yourself.”

Quinn falls silent.

“You could have been hurt... or dead! You have…” Aislinn’s voice softens. She raises Quinn’s hands to her chin. “So much to live for. So, what if we lost the phone? We have other sources to look to. We can look for other ways. We can still build a solid case. But if we lost you… If I lost you…”

Quinn feels the weight of her words, breath caught in her lungs as an indescribable emotion fills her entire chest. She meets her gaze. She hears her own heartbeat ringing in her ears.

Aislinn’s eyes glisten with the whisper of oncoming tears.

She holds her gaze for a long, meaningful moment before she closes her eyes and presses a soft kiss on Quinn’s knuckles. When she pulls away, the ghost of the kiss still lingers on her flushed skin.

“I’d be pretty sad if I lost you, Quinn Michaels,” Aislinn lets out a wet chuckle.

Quinn doesn’t know what compels her to do it. All she knows is that she feels the universe tugging her towards this woman, and she closes the distance between them with a soft kiss.

Aislinn sighs as they pull away, resting her forehead against Quinn’s.

“Sorry,” Quinn mumbles.

“You better be,” Aislinn grins cheekily. “I know how you’re feeling… to some extent. But I don’t want you to act like this is your fault, because it isn’t.”

Quinn chuckles, pressing another quick kiss on the other woman’s lips. “Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?”

“What do you mean?” Aislinn asks.

“Just a few months ago, we were at the Brass Monkey,” Quinn grins. “I was giving you a pep talk because you said you were afraid of speaking up. Now, look at you. Now, you’re the one giving a pep talk and I’m being stupid.”

“Ha, it’s like we switched places,” Aislinn laughs.

“We’ve come so far, haven’t we?” Quinn smiles, leaning even closer so their noses touched.

“Yeah, I guess,” Aislinn returns her smile. “Back then, I’d just fantasize about kissing you.”

“But what’s stopping you now?”

At that, Aislinn presses her lips to Quinn’s again. Soft, at first, but as they move to the rhythm of their rising heartbeats, their kiss deepens. Grows and grows and turns more desperate. Quinn’s hands pressed to the sides of her face, pulling her closer, even closer. Her own hands gripping and twisting at the fabric of the other’s suit. When Quinn’s thigh brushes against her center, it’s only then she pulls away, flushed and gasping for air.

“I…” Aislinn’s voice is a desperate whine. She clears her throat, blushing deeply. “We shouldn’t…”

But Quinn holds her by her elbows, giving her a meaningful look. “Won’t you stay with me tonight?”

Aislinn stares at her, silent and thoughtful. The gravity of her words slowly sinking in as each second passes. She sees Quinn’s eyes, final and resolute—a sparkle in them reminiscent of how she’d been before the evening’s incident had occurred. She sees herself reflected in the dark pools of gray in Quinn's eyes, her own expression conflicted.

Then, she sees a flash of a memory. Quinn diving at the armed robber. A pistol pulled out of its holster. The cold terror that seeped into her entire being.

She presses her hands on the sides of Quinn’s face, gently pulling her closer until their lips meet again.

I can’t bear to lose you.

“Of course,” Aislinn whispers into her lips.

==

New York is colder tonight. The clouds are dark and heavy, rolling in as thick clumps of gray that obstruct the moonlight. The winter months are slowly approaching, and pedestrians meander in the streets in thicker clothing.

Quinn swears she sees her breath cloud around her as she gasps into Aislinn’s mouth. But she’s not at all cold. In fact, it’s warm everywhere. Her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her arms, her abdomen—every inch of her Aislinn has touched. And it’s especially warm… down there.

From above her, Aislinn meets her eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze. Pausing only for a moment, before she meets her halfway once again in a feverish kiss. One of her hands finds hers on the bed, their fingers intertwining with each other.

Their blazers are already scattered on the floor of the bedroom. And Quinn is halfway done with opening Aislinn’s button-up when she suddenly pulls away.

“Are you sure about this?” Aislinn says in a single breath. “I mean, the circumstances…”

“I don’t care,” Quinn rasps. “I just want you.”

Aislinn looks at her for a moment, dark eyes pooling with unbridled desire, cheeks and lips flushed in the heat. She sighs, bringing up their entwined hands to her lips and pressing a soft kiss there.

When she lowers their hands, she’s smiling fondly at her. “Let me take care of you. Just this once.”

At that, she lowers herself unto her and kisses her deeply, before she begins peppering soft kisses on her cheeks, her jaw, her ears, her neck. Hands stroking along her arms, her chest, her stomach. Every touch spelling a quiet confession of adoration and something deeper for each other.

Quinn’s hands roam around Aislinn’s figure, grasping and pulling at her sides in a desperate and silent plea for more. More.

“Aislinn, I—” Quinn’s voice dies in another moan, as Aislinn’s fingers find their way to her bare thigh.

“Every part of you…” Aislinn whispers across her skin, pushing the fabric of her blouse further open. “I adore.”

She moves lower still, peppering kisses every step of the way until her lips meet soft flesh through the fabric of Quinn’s bra. At the touch, Quinn’s gasps devolve more and more into groans and moans, and she pulls Aislinn even closer to her.

“Wait—”

The words die once again in her throat, as Aislinn pulls her bra down and takes her breast in her mouth. One hand massages the other breast while the other strokes teasingly along her inner thigh. Every touch and stroke adding more and more fuel to the fire burning up within her lower abdomen.

Quinn slowly grinds up to meet her hips, desperate for relief. But Aislinn is determined to take her time. This is the one moment, the only moment she can do this.

It’s true that she’s never been good with her words, even with Quinn in her life present to support her.

This is the only thing she thinks she can do, for this precious person before her. Sprawled across the bed and at her very mercy.

“Help me out, will you?” She chuckles drily, tugging at Quinn’s remaining piece of clothing. Though flushed and panting, the woman sits up, and they both help each other out of their own clothing.

“Wait, let me—” Quinn starts, but Aislinn quickly shushes her with a searing kiss, slowly pushing her back down on the bed.

When she pulls away, her eyes are twinkling, and a fond smile rests upon her face. “There you are.”

Aislinn’s fingers find Quinn’s center, eliciting a whimper from the woman beneath her, hips bucking up to meet her. As she peppers soft kisses around the woman’s face, her fingers continue rubbing slow circles around Quinn’s heat.

“Have I told you,” Aislinn whispers across her lips, “how beautiful you are?”

Her fingers enter Quinn’s center, and the woman cries out, hips grinding up slowly to the rhythm of her fingers, moving in and out. Aislinn’s other hand rises up to stroke her cheek, wiping the beads of sweat that have formed on her forehead.

She presses a tender kiss on her nose, her cheeks.

“Every part of you is beautiful,” Aislinn mutters, capturing her lips in her own. When she pulls away, Quinn looks at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “I… adore… everything about you, Quinn Michaels.”

She kisses her again, leaning her forehead against Quinn’s. Her rhythm slows and steadies for a moment.

“I won’t let anything happen to you again,” Aislinn says. “I promise.”

Quinn’s gaze flickers between her two eyes, inscrutable. A myriad of emotions—desire, adoration, and uncertainty—floating in the endless pools of gray. Her breaths are heavy with the warmth that fills and burns within her chest.

Quinn isn’t sure if it’s because of Aislinn, or the shitty circumstances that led up to this wonderful moment, or just herself—but as the warmth inside her chest overflows, a single tear rolls down from her eye.

Aislinn’s eyes widen and she pulls her fingers away immediately. “Quinn? Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Did I do something—?”

“No, no, no,” Quinn chuckles weakly, pulling her back down and embracing her. With their bodies flush against each other, she feels Aislinn’s racing heartbeat.

“Then, wha…?”

“I’m just… Ha, I’m happy,” Quinn murmurs into the woman’s ear.

At the sound of that, Aislinn pushes herself up to meet her gaze. Quinn presses her hands to her face, pulling her closer until their lips are a whisper from each other.

“You promise?”

Aislinn searches her eyes for a moment, before grinning widely. “I do.”

“Then stay. Stay for the night. Come and take me.”

It’s all Aislinn needed to hear. She leans down, whispers to her ear.

“Let me worship you tonight.”

Koenig might have stolen crucial evidence from them, but that’s not what matters now. What matters is that Quinn is alive and here, embracing her, grasping at her skin, begging and crying for more and more and more. What matters is that she’s here with her, coaxing her through her climax, deft fingers working through her heat.

They’re a tangled mess of bodies covered in sweat, arms and legs entwined together. Gasping, moaning, clawing, and writhing against one another, as they chased after their highs desperately, grinding down over and over against each other’s centers.

The strangled cry that bellows from Quinn’s throat is enough to send Aislinn over the edge, and they hold each other as their bodies quivered, as their hips moved to ride the final rhythms of their climax.

And then everything was still. Only their tired breaths lingered in the thick atmosphere of Quinn’s bedroom.

When they finally settled down into the sheets, Quinn turns to face her, practically glowing.

“You’re unfair,” she huffs.

“How? I think I did a pretty good job,” Aislinn teases.

“I’m not used to being… not in control,” Quinn slings a hand over her side, tugging her closer.

“There’s a first for everything,” Aislinn grins.

They both laugh softly. For a while after that, they remain silent, enjoying each other’s quiet company. Quinn’s eyes are unfocused as she draws slow, lazy circles on Aislinn’s skin, a myriad of thoughts racing in her mind.

She’s awoken from her reverie when she feels Aislinn stroke her face, pushing a few stray strands of hair back and behind her ear.

“What are you thinking about?”

Quinn hums. “Just… everything, really. About Koenig… Sweetwater… Marcus… the Velazquez… Sadie, Gabe, and… everybody else at McGraw Byrne…” her gaze drifts upward to meet Aislinn’s. “You.” Her brows knit together before she grins. “A lot of you.”

“I’m flattered,” Aislinn scoots closer. “Care to elaborate, though?”

“I guess… after everything we dug up, what happened today is definitely not going to be a one-time thing anymore,” Quinn looks away. “They know we’re on to them now, however way they found out. That means you and I... and everyone else we work with has been compromised.”

Aislinn’s gaze turns serious. “You’re right. Which means we can’t gather evidence as freely as we did before.”

Quinn groans. “This just got harder than any of us could have imagined. Not only do we have to worry about the press and Marcus, but we also have to worry about Koenig getting to us. Our lives are at stake now.”

Aislinn grows quiet and contemplative, but her gaze remains fixed on the planes of Quinn’s face. The sharp curve of her nose, her plump lips, her sharp jawline. The dark circles beneath her eyes. Her fingers stroke languidly at her arm.

Quinn meets her gaze.

“Ash?”

Aislinn blinks back in surprise.

Quinn flushes. “Can I call you that?”

Only her family calls her that, and the thought makes Aislinn blush deeply. Though, in spite of her rising heartbeat, she smiles softly.

“Sure.”

“What are you thinking about?” Quinn leans closer, inquisitive eyes boring into hers.

“Just… that I almost lost you…” Aislinn mutters.

“Oh…” Quinn visibly swallows. “Are… are you okay?”

Aislinn answers after a beat, her tone heavy. “I’m fine, but… I keep thinking about it. About a while ago, and how easily we could have lost you back then.”

She pauses for a beat. Quinn lets her continue.

“I remember how scared I was that you… that we could have never…” She doesn’t finish the thought, shaking her head off it. “I’m afraid that something like that could happen again. And I know it can and it will, knowing our ‘enemy.’ And I know what I promised, but…”

Her eyes begin to glisten with the onslaught of tears, and her cheeks, as well as her ears, burn a bright red.

“I don’t… want us to stay like… this,” Aislinn struggles to say. “Just colleagues or friends or whatever we are. Seeing you back there, just seconds away from getting shot—it made me realize if I don’t say this now, I might regret it for the rest of my life.”

Aislinn takes Quinn’s hands in hers, pulling it up to rest at her chin, as she rubs soothingly at her knuckles. Her voice trembles as she speaks.

“I like being with you. You’ve always been at my corner here when everyone else liked to play sharks. I like working with you, being your friend, your colleague, but…” she chuckles sheepishly. “I guess it’s not enough, because most of all, I like kissing you, and hugging you, and being with you like… this. I know it’s selfish, and if you say no, I’m alright with staying as friends, no hard feelings, and I know I’m not really doing a good job with my pitch—”

“‘Pitch’?” Quinn interjects teasingly, squeezing her sides to keep her from rambling further.

“Shut up,” Aislinn grins as she squeezes her hands, taking in a deep, placating breath. “What I’m saying is, I want to be with you, Quinn. Now. Tomorrow. Wherever, whenever. I want to be with you and keep doing cliché things with you like they do in hallmark movies.”

“I guess it’s fitting that you’re making a speech,” Quinn teases once again.

“So,” Aislinn scrunches her nose. “I was… hoping you’d… uh, want to be with me too?”

Quinn doesn’t answer. Instead, she looks at her—really looks at her, gaze dark and unreadable, but heavy with the weight of a thousand unsaid words. Aislinn meets her gaze with a look that is uncertain, but undoubtedly filled with adoration and longing and most of all, a desperate question meant only for her heart to hear.

It’s silent for a few, albeit long, excruciating moments, in this dark room, with nothing but the sounds of their breaths in the air.

Then, just as their phones light up with the arrival of a new message, a soft smile spreads across Quinn’s flushed lips.

In that moment, eyes locked on Aislinn’s, she only hears the sounds of her heartbeat ringing in her ears.

“Yes.”

[firstkokon0is]

tokrev characters when you did the “i told you to look good today” prank to them

lol this trend is quite old but its been on my mind lately but yall can request sum goods to me😁👍

tw: heavy swear words and grammar errors

characters: draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, chifuyu, hakkai, takemichi.

gn reader

DRAKEN

the moment those words came out of your mouth he just stared at you

while you’re smiling idiot

he will literally just stare at you

“yea same to you” showing a annoying smile

he get the situation, HE KNOWS HE LOOK GOOD SO THIS AINT GNNA WORK

you guys just laugh it off, you didn’t even told him that it was just a prank because he already knew it but will still ask you in the middle of your date

“hey is my style in clothes really aint that good? were you serious? i mean its not that bad…..” he said while looking himself up through his phone camera

“nope, i thought you get the joke but oh well……ken, you look so good everytime yk even if u wear nothing u still can pull it off” you told him and smack his bald head playfully

“yea yeaa i would’ve gone feral if u went and bash my hair instead of my clothes so thats a relief” he respond with a smile

“ken why this hair-”

“aight im leaving”

“no hakahajwlwbsha”

took the joke very well

MIKEY

he spent hours looking for good clothes for this date, there’s clothes everywhere in his room and still “damn…..there’s nothing to wear”

AND WHEN U TOLD HIM THOSE WORDS???

he just pout, told you that he’s sorry, and he spent hours looking for something to wear to match your style and many more reasons

pls apologize to him

but when you told him that its a prank he just pout and said “not a good joke y/n i know you were lying because i really look good, i knew its was a prank”

just agree with him lol

will think of pranks that he could do to you for revenge, literally stressing about it while on the date with you

he wants to say the same thing to you but he can’t because you look beautiful today, just for him, and will smile just looking at you

while walking to the park he will even ask himself “does my style really match them?” “should i be the one to adjust and put my taste on clothes higher?” “i should ask mitsuya about fashion things” his mind is just filled with questions

“mikeyyyyyyy, you look good today i was just doing a silly prank im sorry if that made you feel bad, not gonna lie you’re drippy as fuck”

“i know i know im gonna prank you next time real hard” he said “if i catch you we’re gnna switch wardrobes” he said as he started to chase you around the park

in the end he came over to your place and explore your wardrobe and tried your clothes, he even stole some of your hoodies and shirts.

MITSUYA

overthinks

this mf thinks he looks good no matter what

duh he’s a designer

“well y/n i think you’re right, and i should style you sometimes dont you think?”

your hand went to your mouth so fast

he laughed at your reaction and hug you

“just kidding you look good, we look good i know that trend damn thats old” he said

you smack him playfully for that, his reaction is normal but because of that he wants to be more stylish

he can take a joke yk

after a lot of overthinking he suggests to shopping with you

even though he have some knowledge about designing and how to look good he thinks your taste in clothes is so good

will think that he’s right for you and you’re right for him

he’s your 4lyferss😩

BAJI

he will give you that “excuse me” face with a hand oh his chest because he’s offended as fuck.

“babe stop fooling people, and yourself we both know i look good”

“you dare to bash my drip hell no baby”

will brag his clothes for like 15 minutes just to prove what you’re saying is wrong

“this shirt i brought this online with a nice fabric its not cheap mf”

“my pants, you see this huh? see those sutffs on tiktoks where they style their own pants i did this shit its so cool”

“now now, baby see this shoes? oh dont even get me started but hey you look nice today hehe can i take you on our date now?”

he went from being defensive and screaming proving his shit right to his signature smile

by just that he already made your day, you really cant out keisuke baji

because he is baji, he will look good for you, and you look good for him, he will joke you around, tease you a lot, you will also do the same to him.

100% can take a fucking joke. and it will be like a competition to him.

CHIFUYU

confused baby

im sure you feel a lot of guilt rn

because baby panicked

will suggest to go back to his house and change his clothes if you want

pls apologize 😭

almost cried because he thinks he’s a bad boyfriend again lol

will spat a lot if reason like, he’s in hurry, he’s been overthinking this date since last night.

but boy he look good actually he has drip

“nononono baby, you look good i just saw the thing on tiktok so i thought it will be funny but damn im sorry i-” you didn’t even finish when he laughed

“ohhhhhh yeaaaa that trend fuck, how could i forget, nice one you got me there god dammit ill take revenge sometimes” he said laughing slightly

well he’s always on tiktok, have some few vid too, actually some went viral bc of takemichi being dumb

just like mitsuya too, will suggest to just go shopping with him and tell him what kind of clothes that you’re interested in

would love to buy your clothes for you but he’s just a broke middle schooler but he promised you that both of you will shopping someday

he took that prank seriously but when he knew that it was a joke its fine

life goes on for him

HAKKAI

oh my god please y/n why

you always complement his style because its true he has some style

after you told him that he will just scratch the back of his neck and said

“my other clothes are still wet haha…..i mean i dont look bad i mean……”

apologize, drop on your knees and do it.

nah jk

u gave in a small laugh and said sorry to him

he know about this trend actually but he never actually expect you to have the guts to do that to him

he knew about his shy personality and he knew that you know about this

he’s not offended just taken by surprise that you actually did that to him

“well anyways i dont care about me you look good today y/n”

you immediately regret saying those stuffs to him bc he’s sweet hot and respectful

but its a joke anyways he enjoyed the silly joke

he knew he look good lmao

yuzuha will be hearing this

she will prolly scold you for doing that

are you gnna repeat the silly prank again?

TAKEMICHI

💀💀💀💀💀

he will run

run back to his home attack his wardrobe and find a good clothes

ofc you feel bad so you followed him

you saw him looking for a new clothes to wear

you told him its a prank but he still didn’t want to go out looking like that

so you just decided to style him yourself

he thinks you’re right

he looks bad, his style is not it

but overall happy for pranking him and making him realize that he need to be as your same style

“takemichi, look i dont care…..whoever told you that you look bad i will kick their face, to me what ever you wear your fun personality and the reason that i fell inlove with you wont disappear” you put a hand on the top of his head and he just

cried.

“im sowwyyy- i- i cant look good- fuck ughhghuh- please dont leave me i-” he’s crying mess on your chest

“STOP CRYING DAMMIT YOU ALWAYS LOOK GOOD,”

you will never prank him again

no pls dont do it again

[yelenasdog]

you will (bucky barnes x gn reader)

genre: idek dude, angst? maybe? but it’s also kinda fluffy??? idk maybe it’ll make u sad but u prolly won’t cry or anything.

summary: bucky’s reaccuring nightmares are taking a toll on him and reader wants to help him move on.

words: a little over 630 (I’M SO SORRY ABT ANOTHER BLURB BUT WINTERS DELIGHTS IS TAKING LEGIT ALL MY TIME TO WRITE SO IM JUST POSTING REVAMPED OLD STUFF FROM WHEN I LITERALLY WROTE FOR JUST MYSELF AND NOT FOR ANY ACCOUNT OR ANYTHING)

warnings: implications of death, ptsd in terms of bucky’s nightmares, and sleeping in the same bed as him. not like SLEEPING TOGETHER but like sleeping together LMFAOO

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I heard a soft knocking on my door, followed by creaking. Soft footsteps tapping against the carpet could also be heard in the early hours of the morning. I sat up in my soft sheets, moving my crazy bed head out of my eyes in an attempt to see the figure by my door.

“Buck?” I called out to the silhouette I assumed to be the ex-assassin.

The large man was softly crying as he shuffled to my bed, confirming my suspicion.

“Hey, Buck, it’s okay, it’s okay,” I quietly hushed him, cradling his head and neck in my arms while I allowed him to crawl into my bed. 

“So many people, y/n, so many people.”

I immediately knew what he was talking about.

"James,”

I began to run my fingers through his coarse hair as he silently cried, his body racking with each sob. He spoke at a whisper, his words barely audible.

“I remember, y/n. I remember their cries, their pain that I caused.”

I rubbed circles on his back, and pulled his sweaty locks off his neck.

“Bucky, listen to me,”

He titled his head up.

“None of that was you. That was the Winter Soldier. Not Bucky Barnes. You are the sweetest man who wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

His breathing started to calm down and take a steady rhythm.

“You’re the man who took care of Steve Rogers when he couldn’t take care of himself, the man who would care for his little sister Becca when she was sick.”

I moved strands of hair away from his face, taking his sharp jaw in between my forefingers, making sure not to grip hard enough to trigger any disturbing memories.

“You are not him, he is not you? Got it?”

He nodded, wiping his eyes with his flesh arm.

“Good.” I sat up, laying back against my headboard.

He got up to leave. I shot him a questioning glance.

“Where do you think you’re going, Barnes?”

He gave me a confused look, his face contorting. He jabbed a metal thumb in the direction of his room as he spoke, allowing it to glimmer in the moonlight streaming through my window.

“To my room?”

I laughed softly.

“To do what? Have another nightmare? I think not. Come back here.”

He sheepishly walked back over, getting under the covers I had lifted for him. He settled down under them as I did the same, watching from where I laid by the wall the way his back muscles moved as he shifted uncomfortably.

Bucky was stiff as a board, trying his best to not make any contact, especially not with his metal arm. After a while, I spoke up.

“Buck, are you afraid to touch me?”

The words were out of my mouth before I could comprehend them.

“No, I’m afraid to hurt you.”

I lightly pulled on his shoulder, getting him to roll on his side to make eye contact with me. The moonlight still was doing a beautiful job at illuminating his features, highlighting the curve of his face and the bridge of his nose.

“You could never hurt me.”

He looked almost at a loss for words.

“You don’t know that.”

Tears were threatening to spill again from the gentle giant’s baby blues that appeared to be glowing in the dimly lit room.

My voice was close to a whisper as I muttered out a breathless “Yes I do.”

I pulled myself closer to the broken shell of a man. I began running my fingers through his hair once more, letting him nuzzle into me.

“I trust you, Buck.”

He let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know if I trust myself.”

I smiled, if you could call it that, swallowing back tears for the super soldier.

“You will.”

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hello! as i said previously, winter’s delights is taking so much time, bc as it’s my first like real series i’m putting a lot of effort into it. summer classes are also kicking my butt and i’m trying to keep my priorities straight, so pls forgive me for slow and short updates!! i also have a whole bunch of random one shots i wanna finish but don’t have the motivation to, but when i do it’ll be pretty cool LMFAO. ok i apologize for the rant, luvs u bye. xx hj

[twaigfraggle]

Ledges are a great way to save your relationship.

Hi, so here’s my fic. It’s Robo and a tad hard to follow. It’s based on the season 3 episode Gobos school for explorers. @shadowthezombie here it is! Please excuse any out of character behavior. I’m sorry if this is bad. Love ya and thx for reading!

It had been like this all day. The petty back and forth arguing seemed a bit more angry then usual. Almost as if something had happened earlier. They were tense especially when they got closer together. Wembley found himself picking up on these small details Red seemed a little more standoffish which wasn’t like her. All of her aggression was directed at Gobo and his at her. It was definitely a lot worse then their usual stints of anger toward each other. Which was even more bizarre as they had been close for the past few months, so why the sudden tension? Wembley had tried to ask Gobo about it but he changed the subject with the latest post card from his uncle. When he tried to ask Red she acted like she hadn’t heard him and started talking about something else. Wembley asked Mokey cause she usually knew things but, she was just as unsure as he was. So Wembley just assumed that they had gotten into a fight over something and were taking the petty approach. It wasn’t until years later he had gotten the full story.

March 18th 1985

‘I’m newly single and I love it.’ That phrase replayed in her head over and over again. She and her now ex boyfriend had parted ways a few days ago. Red didn’t wanna be near him but they had to keep up appearances. They were friends after all. They didn’t want people to question why they were avoiding each other. So when Mokey had found her and asked if she wanted to come get the postcard with the group, she forced a smile and nodded. His eyes met hers they broke contact and red glanced at the floor. ‘I don’t know if I can do this much longer.’ She thought. She felt tears but bit her lip and blinked until they were gone. Mokey gazed at her.

“Are you Alright?” Her voice was soft. Red nodded

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“You seem sad.”

“I’m seriously okay Mokes.” Mokey nodded.

“If you say so. I’m just getting bad vibes.”

“I’m not sure why you’d be getting bad vibes Im fine!” Mokey sighed. She and Wembley exchanged a look. Red knew Wembley was worried too but, her relationship had been a secret. They weren’t sure how their friends would have reacted so they kept it hidden. It was only a matter of time before they had gotten into an argument over it. Which of course had led to the breakup. She heard Wembley asking Gobo about her but he feigned ignorance.

“Are you sure you don’t know what’s up with her?”

“No, why would I? She doesn’t tell me anything.” A bold faced lie. Red scoffed lightly. The other three shot her a look. Mokey and Wembley then shot an accusatory glare at Gobo. “What? I told you I had nothing to do with it!” He looked at her. “Right red?” Red huffed and nodded.

“Guys for real I’m Just brooding.” The two walked ahead leaving Wembley and Mokey who glanced at each other.

“Im not sure I believe them.” Wembley muttered. Mokey nodded.

“Something is definitely up.”

*later*

The water was cold. It was March so red assumed it would be. But not this cold. But, she submerged herself completely. She held her breath as long as she could and let herself float aimlessly under the water. When she came up for air she heard some sort of commotion. She rolled her eyes and went back under. When she had inevitably decided to see what all the fuss was about she was greeted by Boober.

“Red! Gobos going to teach us all to become explorers!” Her heart fluttered slightly. She felt proud of him.

‘No he’s your ex boyfriend. You will not be happy for him after the way things ended.’ Mokey had said something but red wasn’t actually listening. She chuckled. “Oh that’ll be the day! Gobo can’t even teach himself how to whistle!” His eyes widened. He had replied to her but red only heard her heartbeat in her ears. They hadn’t been this close since the break up. He tried and failed. Although it sounded fake she laughed as hard as she could. After announcing where they would be traveling too, Boober had pretty much roped everyone into laundry school leaving only four of them. Red didn’t want to go but she had to prove a point. He had given them hats and helped them with their bags. When gobo had helped her, their hands brushed together lightly. They flung their arms apart as if the touch had burned. The hat she was given was too big, red just assumed he did this on purpose. But she was getting pretty sick of those stupid rules. Poor Wembley had fainted from dehydration and he didn’t seem to care. Red was fuming. She took Wembley and Mokey back with her.

“Yeah, Yeah I guess It does take a certain kind of fraggle to follow these rules.” He yelled down.

“Yeah! One who can’t even teach himself how to whistle!” She shot back.

“Is that so?” He was silent for a moment. “You could prolly still get into Boobers school of laundry Red, I think it’s more your speed!” Her face reddened.

“You should stick those stupid rules back in uncle Matt’s sock box where they belong!” She was fuming her hands were shaking tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked them back. “He’s old enough to take care of himself. Let’s go down to the hill and get a drink!” Mokey pointed to the knot still tied around her.

“The last fraggle In the world Id wanna be tied to is Gobo!” She spat venom in her voice, and it was just her luck, the knot wasn’t coming untied. She felt herself be pulled backwards and she fell. She landed on her bag. Her head hurt and her ears were ringing. It was only fair that she was also stuck on a tiny ledge half way to who knows where with her ex. She silently cursed as she stood. As they awkwardly conversed red felt that butterfly feeling when they locked eyes. He was muttering something about the stupid rules and Red had turned away and she heard him whistle and the sound of falling paper. He had an Idea. She gazed In confusion as he mad what he referred to as a parachute. His uncle had written to him about it. Red rolled her eyes. ‘Guess I have to humor him if I want to live.’ Once he had finished he motioned for her to join him. She sighed and stood beside him, instinctively wrapping her arm around him, he did the same. His body was warm but then again hers probably was too. It was getting kinda warm up there. Red felt kind of sick. “This is the weirdest looking thing I’ve ever seen! It’ll never work.”

“It should work Red I’ve thought it out.” His tone was stern. “It’ll work! Well maybe.” After he said that She felt a lump in her throat.

“But what if it doesn’t.” Her voice shook more with each word.

“We’ll drop like a stone.” His tone was grim. Her eyes widened.

“But even if it does work, we’ll end up…”

“Who knows where.” They said it together. She turned to him. There eyes met. They were silent.

“It’s been good knowing ya Red.” She wanted to tell him she was sorry, but, the timing felt off. So she instead leaned into him. Next thing she knew they had jumped. His so called parachute was working. As they descended red began to recognize where they were going. Once they had landed they were swarmed with Fraggles. Their friends front and center. Red smiled at him as he spoke to Wembley. But red once again could only hear her heartbeat In his ears

‘wait can’t he whistle now?’ She thought. So she told the others and just hoped he could. An all too familiar tune came out of his lips. Red felt proud of him. Her smile wide. ‘But he’s your ex.’ Her brain repeated the reminder as Boober continued his classes. Red wandered off stating she needed to rest after all the excitement. She sat down on her hammock. “Oh lanford, you would not believe what happened to me today.” The plant tilted his head at her. “I was stuck on a tiny ledge with Gobo of all Fraggles. It was not enjoyable. Especially with all the tension between us right now. I thought I had moved on. Guess three days isn’t enough time Is it?”

“Red? You in here?” She gasped and hid. Gobo walked in. “Funny I thought I heard her voice in here.” Lanford tilted his head toward where Red had hidden.

“Traitor!” She hisses.

“Red?” He was stood in front of her.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Her tone was sarcastic.

“I’m sorry.” He paused. “Not just for today, but, for everything Red.” She looked up at him.

“While I appreciate It greatly. I don’t need your dumb apologies.” He sighed.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged. Her heart pounded.

‘Oh what the heck’ she muttered. She caught up to him and grabbed his arm. “I-Im Sorry too.” He glanced at her “I also said something’s that I regret. But, I know I’m not gonna regret this.” She cupped his face and kissed him gently. His lips were chapped. Red made a mental note to get something for that from Mokey. When she went to pull back it finally registered In Gobos head what was happening and he grabbed her around the waist pulling her back In. When they parted he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Can we give the dating thing another shot?” Red nodded.

“I’d. Like that a lot.”

Once Wembley had been told the full story the way they acted had made a lot more sense, But he was glad that they were able to fix things. He wasnt sure he could handle the pressure.

[mythicalsocks]

22 Questions

22 Questions

Tagged by: @tiny-gay-munchkin

rules: answer the following 22 questions and then tag 22 people you’d love to get to know more (’prolly not gonna tag ALL of those people...)

name/nickname: Surprisingly, my childhood nicknames have a lot of range when it comes to the spectrum of femininity and masculinity. I’ve always been called Mike by family in short for my name, Micah, but certain family also call me by my middle name, Alona, which is much more feminine. But yeah no, names Micah.

zodiac: Taurus (been told I’m very Virgo though...even cancer)

height: 5′8 and a half (Yes the extra half counts because I’m actually that tall. I aspire to be at least 5′10)

hogwarts house: Slytherin 

last thing i googled: Last thing I remember asking Safari is if OJ did it. (Seriously that case did not happen in a point in my life when I’d remember it anyway)

favorite musician: Sorry but I can’t pick just one. Rap, it ranges from RUN-DMC to KYLE and when I’m stuck on something to listen to, I can’t go wrong with 80s hits from Prince, Rick James, Hall & Oates, etc (I can’t live w/o music and absolutely can’t live without my headphones when I’m out of the house).

last song i listened to: “Rather Be” By Clean Bandit (feat. Jess Glynne)

song stuck in my head: “Old Town Road” By Lil Nas X (Not that I’m complaining because I too have the horses in the back)

followers: 165. And I’m pretty sure I speak to maybe three of them at most. I do wish this blog were more popular and that I could interact w more ppl (I used to regularly post about my favorite video games and even produce fan art, but uh you know...school...)

amount of sleep: That has a lot of range which unfortunately makes for a confused mind and body. As an extreme night owl, it's hard to function, in a society that values getting up and at ‘em accomplishing things so early and at a different timetable than I do. But when it comes to how much sleep I get, it’s usually undersleep and slug through the day or oversleep and get that great hunk of guilt.

what im wearing: A domo shirt (this one has a mustache) and yellow shorts (I’m much more fashionable when I’m out)

dream job: A Spoken word artist, A fiction/poetry writer, A social media influencer, model, actor/voice actor, director (Seriously that would actually make me feel satisfied in life, but um, more practically and maybe realistically:) A teacher, journalist, some other boring job...

dream trip: Mexico!

favorite food: Dunno why but I’m going through a real french fry phase now...

instrument: Oof. I’m taken back to when I used to play the violin back in elementary school. I did not have a good instructor. During concerts, I’d be the one kid in the back who just so offkey (When I think of that time I also think of the scratch and sniff stickers she’d give her favorite students. Didn’t get a lot of those, but they were chocolate bunnies). On a more positive note, I’m currently taking piano lessons and though I’m a bit rough around the edges, my instructor tells me I’m doing well and I’m seeing into getting myself into a recording class next year.

languages: English. Honestly, it’s a difficult language in itself.

favorite song: iSpy (By KYLE feat Lil Yachty)

random fact: Sorry. I’m so not fun and interesting enough to come up with some weird fact about myself. Now excuse me while I bury myself under my covers as I rewatch black mirror waitin’ for that new season. This was fun.

With that, I’d like to tag @keyree14 @a-rage-shell @aliebestraum and @sleepyface

[hoebagbasicbitch]

the sweetest omegle convo i’ve ever had

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like the regrettes.

You: hi!

Stranger: hiii

You: skjakjf my search for the regrettes has never turned up anything until now

You: im so excitel lol

Stranger: RIGHT

Stranger: same

Stranger: wait are u from twitter lmao

You: we are a small but proud fanbase

You: no i am not

Stranger: oh damn

Stranger: even crazier then

Stranger: so true

You: do u have any other socials

Stranger: I have insta! what's urs

You: phoebelink.art

You: hbu? i'll follow u

Stranger: omg I love ur acc

Stranger: I just followed u <3

You: thanks!

Stranger: :))))

You: don't be alarmed if i start peeping thru ur posts to see what other music u listen to i'm desperae for new artists

Stranger: omg no ur ok!!

Stranger: do u want rec

Stranger: recs

You: love them but u can only listen to the regrettes and swmrs for so long

You: yes pls!

Stranger: do u...like wallows

You: yes

You: they are coming to my state in august for a festival and i'm so excited

Stranger: oh shit

Stranger: wait what fest is in august

Stranger: I thought they were all earlier

You: hinterlands

Stranger: where's that

You: it is mostly country music but there's some indie shit

You: it's in iowa so it's all hicks lol but i will suffer to we wallows live

Stranger: oh shit

Stranger: why have I not heard about this

Stranger: im so confused rn

You: idk

You: it's a smaller sort of festival and it's like in a cornfield

Stranger: damn

Stranger: im bout to go

You: bet lol

Stranger: im like the biggest wallows stan its so bad

You: ahaha

You: the real question is did it happen before or after 13 reasons whyg?

Stranger: when I stanned?

You: ya

Stranger: they actually didn't even become wallows until right after 13rw

Stranger: but

You: oh whoops

Stranger: it was after, but I've never even seen it

You: got it that's more what i meant lol

Stranger: I started liking them through a mutual friend

You: valid

Stranger: if u have never seen them, they're the best

You: i'm not a stan but i do really like their music

You: i have not seen them live but i'm a huge regrettes stan

Stranger: gotcha

Stranger: as u should be

Stranger: tbh maybe Lydia will go!

You: i fucking hope

Stranger: she goes to a lot of shows w them

Stranger: bro

Stranger: speaking of her

Stranger: at my wallows show last month I like saw her and waved at her n then she came and sat behind me

You: WHAT

Stranger: like literally. right behind me

Stranger: and I was too scared to say anything

Stranger: :)

Stranger: every time she would laugh she'd like laugh in my ear

Stranger: cutest laugh ever bro

Stranger: her and

Stranger: whoops

You: i saw her live in cleaveland this summer and if corona doesn't cancel it i intend to see them when they tour with the struts

Stranger: wait

Stranger: when is that happening

You: this summer

You: their site has all the dates

Stranger: wtf

Stranger: I didn't know they had us dates

You: they updated it i think cause coachella is getting moved im pretty sure

You: they're just opening but i am for sure buying pit tickets and i will ahve to learn to love the struts haha

Stranger: oh shit

Stranger: wait

Stranger: theres only like 3 dates

You: if they cancelled i will be very sad

Stranger: :( which one are u supposed to go to

Stranger: thats how I feel about my wallows shows, I think they're gonna be postponed/cancelled

You: the one on may 31

You: for me it is still on the site

Stranger: oh damn

Stranger: that might be ok

Stranger: I think wallows cancelled their show for may 31

Stranger: they took itoff their website but haven't said anything

You: hmmm

You: we must hope for the best i guess

You: a mosh pit does seem like a prime place to catch corona tho lmao

Stranger: tbh I don't care

Stranger: which is probably bad

Stranger: but lile

You: it would be worth it

Stranger: idk my only happiness comes from touring so

You: yeah i have plenty of bands who i love but they kind of stay in place they don't really tour

Stranger: damn really

You: and unfortunataly i don't live in cali so i can't ever see them live

Stranger: felt

Stranger: I wish I lived in cali so bad

You: and that's on only liking grunge surf punk bads

Stranger: were u like a stan when they did the Fonda show afterparty homecoming thing

Stranger: I've never had such bad fomo in my life

You: i don't think so

Stranger: oh my god

Stranger: it was crazy

You: usually i don't like concerts cause they make me disociate lol but i just let it happen for lydia night

Stranger: oh shit really

Stranger: I love shows

You: no like they are very fun

You: it just is like an out of body experience haha

Stranger: damn

Stranger: idk I never have that

You: it's like an anxiety thing i think

You: it just happens it's kinda odd

Stranger: it's weird I have like bad anxiety about most things but somehow I have like none at concerts

Stranger: like im just the best possible version of myself idk

You: i feel that

You: like in certain situtions i definitely just don't feel it at all

Stranger: right

You: there are so many bands i would give a limb to see live thouhg

You: like one of my all-time favs is SWMRS ugh love them

Stranger: yupppppp I love

You: and hot flash heat wave opened for the regrettes when i saw them live

You: so good

Stranger: omg stop

Stranger: im jealous

You: but i have a whole list of bands to see live on my bucket list

Stranger: I feel like I've lucked out and I've seen almost all of the people I want to see

Stranger: well like all of my favorites

You: that's nice

Stranger: that being said im crazy so I like to see people 5+ times but

You: my main thing is i'm kind of new to the genre like only been super into it for two years but

You: that is still fun tho

Stranger: oh gotcha

Stranger: wait how old are u

You: 16

Stranger: oh and u said u live in Iowa right so I feel like maybe not a lot of people go there

Stranger: aw ur baby

You: ahaha

You: the alt scene is very dead here

Stranger: true

Stranger: tbh no one comes to my state either

Stranger: bc its so far out of the way

You: what kind of area are u in

Stranger: florida

You: ah

You: so the opposite of cali lmao

Stranger: yup

Stranger: yet im prob gonna go to cali when wallows have a show there

Stranger: lmao

You: wirth it

Stranger: yes

Stranger: I also might go for harry styles but idk yet

You: he's coming to iowa i think but i might b wrong

Stranger: omg really

Stranger: u should go

You: yeah we have a fat arena but i don't think i can afford tickets

Stranger: :(

You: i don't have a job RIP and i;m not getting one anytime soon cause all the businesses are closed

Stranger: damn yea I felt that

Stranger: I do have a job but im not going rn

Stranger: like im making them leave me off the schedule

You: probably smart

Stranger: bc im so scared of getting my mom sick

You: yeah that would be shitty

Stranger: yup

You: my mom works for the school district that i go to and my dad works from home so we are all chillin but that prolly sucks

Stranger: oh damn

Stranger: yeah thats good

Stranger: my whole family is staying home

You: we don't have a stay in place order yet but we haven't left the house in weeks basically either

You: my school is about to get cancelled too

You: it's just not good for anyone

Stranger: about to??

Stranger: is it not cancelled yet

You: well spring break got extended to april 13 but the superintendent is making an announcement on friday apparently

Stranger: oh damn

Stranger: yea here it's closed until the end of the year

You: its tough for us cause we are supposed to go online but our district can't afford it

You: like we need to close but only 40% of kids have internet acess

You: so they can't

Stranger: oh fuck

Stranger: idk :/

You: i'm lucky to have it tho

You: me wasting my precious internet acess on talking to adults on omegle lmao

Stranger: LMAO

Stranger: treu

Stranger: true

Stranger: oh well

You: i just want to relive middle school while i'm quarantined ya know

You: i was not monitored as a child bahabha

Stranger: omg

Stranger: same

Stranger: lmao

Stranger: I used to be on here all the time

You: like how am i not dead

You: genuinely thinking about all the shit i did in like 2012,,, what??

You: who let me near the family computer and then just didn't look over my shoulder

You: anyway i should probs go to sleep

You: it was nice talking to you tho!

Stranger: omg u too!!!!

Stranger: sorry it took me forever to respond

Stranger has disconnected.