#( i swear i wasn’t feeling any better no matter how much i’ve tried some ways to cope as well as avoiding the dash. )

[ordoniia]

Consider this an indefinite hiatus post. I’ve already explained my reasonings here.

[joesheistyy]

Engaged

I had a request for some smut so here you go <3 I haven't written smut since probably 2016 or some shit so this very well may be cringe

Warning!!! Smut ahead!!

also I swear I had a better pic of him on one knee but I can't find it for the life of me

Joe had planned an amazing trip for the two of you. It had been a while since you two had been on vacation, especially since life had been so hectic since football season.

The two of you spent the week in Malibu with a house on a private beach. It was the best vacation anyone could ask for. Good food, gorgeous beach, and Joe’s company.

Most of your time was spent down on the beach tanning or in the water throwing a frisbee with Joe. He loved when you’d play games with him, but especially when you’d casually throw things with him. You sucked, but he didn’t care. You tried and that’s all that mattered.

The last few days of the trip approached, and Joe seemed to act a little more nervous as each day progressed. You didn’t think much of it considering the two of you are very routine oriented and a consecutive amount of days out of that routine would stress either of you out.

You were reading a book on the screened in porch when Joe came to join you.

“Hi baby, watchu doin?” He asked, leaning down to kiss you, then sit down next to you.

“Readin” you replied, closing the book on your finger to hold your place.

“How would you feel about dinner on the beach tonight?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in a cute manner.

“I think that would be really cute! Almost something out of my dreams,” you smiled as you set your bookmark to save your place. You looked over to Joe, seeing his blue eyes glisten in the evening light.

“Great, be ready by 7, I’ve got things to do!” Joe exclaimed with a giddy little wiggle. He loved to plan dates for you so this wasn’t out of the blue.

You headed up to the room to get changed after another 15 minutes on the porch. Joe was nowhere to be found, but this was the type of stuff he loved to do.

You put on your favorite white sundress and began to do your makeup. You had a feeling something like a proposal might happen, the timing was perfect and all the pieces started to click together in your mind like a puzzle. You became giddy, so excited that time couldn’t go by any faster.

The idea of a proposal made you want to get your hair and makeup perfect. You did light and delicate makeup and curled your hair to form soft waves. You were giddy looking at yourself in the mirror, all aspects of the outfit put together.

"Y/n, where are you?" Joe called out from the downstairs of the house.

"Bathroom, I'm on my way down now!" You replied back in a voice loud enough to reach the downstairs of the house.

You made your way downstairs, meeting Joe in the living room. He looked so hot in his khaki shorts and light blue button down. His hair was fluffy and swoopy.

"You look gorgeous babe," he said, pulling you into a hug. You could sense that he was nervous but he didn't want to show it.

"And you look so handsome," you said, getting up on your tiptoes to leave a kiss on his chin.

"Let's go, I'm so excited to show you what I've planned," Joe leads you out the back door toward your private beach.

Your jaw drops at the sight of a candle lit picnic dinner by the ocean.

You follow Joe down the beach, trying to hide your excitement. The more you noticed, the more you expected to get engaged. One you saw the expensive bottle of champagne, you had a feeling of what was about to go down.

Joe stops just before the beach blanket he had laid out, wrapping his arm around your back as you both look off into the ocean.

"This is gorgeous, Joey. What a great surprise," You gushed, smiling up at him.

"Turn around babe, I have another surprise for you," you followed his orders, turning around like he said to.

"Y/n, turn back around," he said with wavering in his voice.

When you turn around, Joe is down on one knee with a gorgeous diamond ring in a velvet blue box. Your hands shot up to cover your mouth in shock, tears immediately filling your eyes.

"Y/n, I love you so much, and all I want is you, for the rest of my life. I want to carry on this life with you and only you. Will you marry me?" Joe asked with tears in his own eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes!!" You cheered and leaned down to hug him while he was still on his knee. When he stood up, he slid the gorgeous ring on your finger, you staring at it in awe. He did damn good with his ring designing.

"Oh my god Joey I love you so much," you cried into his shoulder as he picked you up and spun you around. Upon setting you down, your lips crashed together, your arms snaking around his neck and his staying around your waist.

"I love you, y/n, and I can't wait to marry you," He whispered and kissed you again.

"I just hope you got a photographer for this moment," you laughed at him, he smiled knowing that was the biggest factor for your engagement.

"I did, babe. Don't worry," he reassured you, pointing to the balcony of the house you were staying in.

"Let's open this baby," Joe cheered, reaching down for the Champagne bottle.

You both put your hands around it, popping the cork toward the house. You were one to keep champagne corks.

The photographer continued to take pictures as you two ate your dinner in the candlelight.

Upon dinner being finished, you crawled over to Joe's arms, sitting between his legs and playing with his fingers. You two carried on sweet conversation about how excited you both were. It was your dream engagement and you were both so excited to spend the rest of your lives together.

After the sun had set and the moon lit the ocean, you two headed inside, in a romantic trance.

Joe picked you up and carried you into the house bridal style. He joked that he had to get his practice in.

He carried you up to the bedroom where you found a new pair of cozy pajamas that said wifey. You smiled, grabbing them and taking them to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

After you were ready for bed, you found Joe laying in the bed in just his boxers. That sight was so attractive, even though you had been seeing that all week. Something about being engaged lit a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You climbed on top of Joe, straddling over his crotch. He smiled at you, wrapping his hands around your waist. You leaned down to kiss him, hands feeling up and down his chest. You felt him grow in his pants, ready for action.

After making out for what felt like an hour, Joe began to pull your top off. He sucked at your tits, leaving hickies in spots that wouldn’t be seen in a bikini. You moaned into his touch, enjoying every moment.

“Turn over baby,” he whispered, flipping you onto your back. He took his boxers off, exposing his large erection. He pulled off your sleep shorts and panties, leaving you exposed to the world.

“You ready?” He asked, whispering into your ear. You nodded in response.

You let out a soft moan as he teased your entrance with his tip. His lips exploring your neck and collarbone. His breath fanned over your body as he tried to restrain himself from absolutely destroying you.

“Joey stop teasing, I need you,” you moaned as you pulled him closer, directing his erection to your entrance, eager to feel him inside you.

“Wanted to take it slow but I guess that’s not the case,” he mumbled seductively with a chuckle. You smiled in response as he held his rhythm. You were eating up the pillow princess time.

Once you had settled to his large size, he began to make a steady rhythm, causing your body to seize up in all the right ways.

“Mmm baby so good,” you moaned into his ear, sucking on his earlobe.

“I love you baby,” he panted out as his strokes quickened, approaching his climax.

You directed his hand toward your clit, needing more stimulation to quicken your orgasm. Joe obliged, using his thumb and pointer finger to dance over your clit, causing the pit inside of your stomach to grow.

You could see that Joe was about to unfold. Normally, you didn’t like him finishing inside you, but this was different. You were engaged now, and hell, he can afford a PlanB.

Your body tensed up as you felt that familiar pit in your stomach, approaching your orgasm. Joe kept thrusting and his pace quickened.

You both unleashed your orgasms, ones that had built up for a while. Joe let loose inside of you, making sure to lean down into your hear and repeat how much he loved you over and over.

After you both rode out your highs, Joe laid back down next to you, pulling you close. Your breathing patterns resulted back to normal, and you both smiled in contentment.

"I love you so much, future Mrs. Burrow," he smiled and kissed you once again.

"I love you so much more, future Mr. Burrow, husband of y/n Burrow," you kissed him again.

After a short bit of post-sex snuggles, you both put your clothes back on and got back in bed, ready for sleep. Being in the sun all day was exhausting enough as is, but all the events from the day wore the both of you out.

[lanawrx]

Hi! Sending a request. Initial D where reader finds out (crush or bf) Keisuke used to be a gang member.

Keisuke Takahashi's Partner finds out he's an Ex-Delinquent

a/n: YESSSS thank you so much for the request! This was honestly a great idea for an imagine and I’m so glad u sent it in <3 hope you enjoy!! Feel free to send any and all ideas my way :3

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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the streets as you sat on a low wall outside the Takahashi household, waiting for Keisuke to return from his usual practice with the RedSuns. You had been dating Keisuke for a while now, and you loved the guy—his fierce determination, his passion for racing, and the way he’d do anything for the people he cared about. But you always had this feeling that there was something he hadn’t told you, something about his past that he was trying to keep hidden. He was passionate, but also short-tempered and impulsive. You’d accepted those parts of him, but lately, you’d been hearing rumors.

One of his old classmates had let something slip about Keisuke’s delinquent days. According to them, Keisuke wasn’t just a hot-headed teen—he used to run with a gang. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions without hearing it from him, but the thought of him being involved in something like that shook you. You had never imagined Keisuke as the kind of guy who’d have that sort of history.

The sound of an engine caught your attention, and moments later, Keisuke’s familiar FD rolled into view. He parked and stepped out, still wearing that confident grin you’d come to adore. But when he saw your expression—serious, a little conflicted—his smile faded.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, walking up to you. “You look like something’s bothering you.”

You bit your lip, debating how to approach this. “Keisuke, there’s something I need to ask you.”

He frowned, concern flashing in his eyes. “Okay, what is it?”

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. “I heard something today. About you… about your past. Some people were saying you used to run with a gang when you were younger.”

Keisuke stiffened immediately, his body language shifting from casual to defensive. His fists clenched at his sides, and his eyes darkened. “Who told you that?”

“It doesn’t matter who,” you said, trying to stay calm. “I just want to know if it’s true.”

He turned away, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Damn it… I didn’t want you to know about that. I tried to keep that part of my life behind me.”

The way his voice cracked slightly tugged at your heart. Keisuke was always so strong, so confident. Seeing him this vulnerable made you realize how much this weighed on him.

“So, it’s true?” you pressed gently.

He sighed, nodding. “Yeah. It’s true. Back in high school, I was… I was a mess. Angry at the world, always looking for a fight. I fell in with the wrong crowd, got into some bad stuff. I didn’t care about anything back then, and I made a lot of mistakes.”

Keisuke turned to face you again, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. “I’ve been trying to leave all that behind. I’m not that person anymore, I swear. I’ve been working hard, trying to be more like Ryosuke—cool, level-headed. But I know I still screw up sometimes. I still lose my temper.” His voice cracked, and for a moment, he looked as though he feared you’d walk away.

“I didn’t want you to think I’m still that guy… that delinquent. I’ve grown since then, but I’m scared that you’ll see me differently now that you know.”

The raw honesty in his words took you by surprise. You’d always known Keisuke had a temper, but you hadn’t realized how much he was fighting against his own past, trying to be a better person.

You stepped forward and took his hand, squeezing it gently. “Keisuke… you don’t have to worry. I’m not going to leave you just because you had a rough past. Everyone makes mistakes. What matters to me is who you are now.”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by your response. “You’re… not mad?”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “No. I was just surprised, that’s all. But honestly? Now that I think about it, it kind of makes sense. You’ve always had that tough, bad-boy vibe. I just didn’t know it was legit.”

Keisuke let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his shoulders sagging in relief. “I didn’t expect you to be this chill about it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Come on, Keisuke. You’re not that guy anymore. Sure, you’re hot-headed sometimes, but I like that about you. It’s part of who you are. And honestly…” You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “I think it’s kind of hot that you were a bad boy back in the day.”

Keisuke’s face turned a deep shade of red, his tough exterior cracking as he struggled to find a response. “W-what? You think that’s hot?”

You smirked, enjoying the rare sight of him being flustered. “Maybe a little. But don’t get any ideas. I like you just the way you are now.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed but relieved. “Man, you’re something else.”

You laughed, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. “And you’re stuck with me.”

For the first time since the conversation started, Keisuke smiled again—this time, it was genuine, a weight clearly lifted off his shoulders. “I don’t mind that one bit.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close as if to reassure himself that you were still there. “Thanks,” he murmured into your hair. “For accepting me, even with all the crap from my past.”

You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest. “Keisuke, you’ve grown so much since then. You’re not that guy anymore. And even if you were, I’d still choose you.”

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes soft but full of intensity. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

You smiled up at him, your hand resting gently on his chest. “Well, now you know. So stop worrying so much, okay?”

Keisuke chuckled, finally letting go of the last bit of tension. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop worrying. But only because you’re here to keep me in check.”

“And don’t you forget it,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

Keisuke grinned, pulling you close again, his arms wrapped securely around you. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I know,” you said with a playful smirk. “And so are you.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you stood there in Keisuke’s arms, knowing that no matter what his past held, the future you’d build together would be even stronger.

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[evangelineshifts]

Failed Shifting Attempt

Dude, I tried shifting literally all day. I took out time off so I had the whole day off and instead of doing it my way(doing random stuff till it feels like it’s working) I tried subliminals.

Worse mistake of my life.

I cracked, I got self conscious and worried that the reason I wasn’t shifting was because ‘I wasn’t doing it right’ since I didn’t have a method.

So I tried Reya’s subliminal(I only got to 27 minutes) and I wasn’t feeling anything that made me assume I was getting closer to my dr so I just stopped, I tried a different subliminal that was just sounds and I felt like i was getting a little close(I was trying to turn over in my dr and I could feel myself(?) getting pulled over but my physical body was ‘keeping me here’ like a coffin or smth so it felt like I was just getting ripped apart inside my body head first. I tried briefly doing my own thing but I stopped after like 2 minutes cause I was impatient.

So overall this entire day has been a fail attempt(never thought I’d say that) and now I’m kind of disappointed? After all my shifting attempts so far I’ve been relaxed, any ‘failed attempts have brushed off me like water. But today was so bad, it’s almost devastating. I feel burnt out or something, I feel like I’m out of energy. I’m never trying another shifting attempt like this again-🦭

I’m gonna try to get all the points in here but they’re not gonna necessarily be in order.

Okay abt you giving up bc you didn’t feel anything, I totally get that honestly I used to do that too but shifting can vary from attempt to attempt if I’m being honest. It can feel like a whirlwind and it can also feel like nothing at all so I’d just advise that when you feel nothing during an attempt try to ignore it cause you’re unintentionally focusing on your body/the process instead of being in your dr. Like a couple times I shifted I didn’t even realize I did until I was back in my cr, other times it felt like I was being sucked into a vortex and it would be unrealistic to try and ignore the feeling. I shifted all the same. Just this morning I shifted and I didn’t even realize. (I’ll make a separate post if anyone wants).

Subliminals work on the assumption that you think they’ll work. That’s why some subliminals work for some people and don’t for others. If they were some end all be all thing than one of those *WARNING SUPER POWERFUL SUBLIMINAL YOU WILL SHIFT IMMEDIATELY* subs would work for everyone but alas 🤷🏽‍♀️ they do not. Don’t beat yourself up too much over it. I honestly don’t even choose subliminals on how much they “work” for me anymore I just choose them on if the background will allow me to focus and relax and if the affs in the background help me out, great. They’re a tool not the machine, treat it as such.

There’s no right and wrong in shifting and honestly failure isn’t real as I’ve learned. No matter what came of your shift you gained SOMETHING from it. Whether it be more knowledge on how to go abt it next time or movement that you’ve just yet to see. Every attempt gets you closer and that’s a success in an of itself. Persist through it if it helps.

You did shift! Good job!

Morph that disappointment into something that happened during your shift maybe?

Chiron told you, you can’t go swim with your friends until your set chores were done. Gods that must be frustrating, you must really want to hangout with your friends. I get that.

You had an argument with someone and they just wouldn’t see your point and got angry with you? Shit what was it abt? Honestly I’d cry, I’m so sensitive when it comes to fights.

Don’t brush it off just maybe turn your focus towards something more progressive while still feeling those feelings. Tell yourself that you’ll deal with the upsetting issue the next time you go to your dr. Motivation and Affirmation that you’ve already shifted all in one. Yippee 🥳

But all in all, I hope you feel better Mimi ☹️ and I swear on my life I will remember to get to your asks in my inbox. I’ve been consistently sick for the longest time 😭😭 I’ve been around little kids and those bitches will cough straight into your mouth without remorse.

- 🍓

[moonfurthetemmie]

ahem

i had a sudden burst of Idea and did. this.

some inspiration is taken from a friend who wrote a terrifying little bit about two particularly powerful spirits fusing. i don't know if i'm allowed to disclose which ones, because i don't think the one's creator has said anything about him outside of The Discord Server(TM), but. yes

(i'm mostly kidding about the 'idk if i can tell you who it was' bit; it is admittedly an excuse to not brain more words because i am Tired and spat this out in a couple of hours so i've used up my alloted braincell time for toight)

this is...one of many possible ways that one of my new fucked up little shits could've happened

Sophism

There was quite the crowd in the town square. Enough that they hardly needed anything more than hoods to cover their heads. Hushed murmuring and gasps of horror told them that, whatever was going on, it wasn’t good.

Nightmare could sense someone ahead of the crowd. Or…many someones? There was so much positivity and negativity that he couldn’t tell, no matter how hard he tried to focus on them.

They could hear yelling ahead. Angry yelling, for sure, though one was far more emotional than the other. The voices were familiar, but they couldn’t place them. They’d come here to have some fun, but it seemed that everyone in town was here. It would be hard to grab anyone without someone noticing. Even if that hadn’t been the case, the three were far too curious about what everyone was watching, now.

As they pushed through the crowd, the feeling that something was terribly wrong grew and grew.

Cross could swear she knew the least angry-sounding voice. Even as she racked her brain to figure out where she knew it from, the mere sound of it made her blood boil. It was getting clearer as they reached the front, though.

Error had noticed several odd noises that they couldn’t hear from the back of the crowd. As they got closer, she only became more confused. One sounded like woosh-ing sound effects put on sword swings in a video game. Another, much less frequent, was the sound of wood cracking; occasionally accompanied by a dull thunk.

The closer he got, the more obvious it was to Nightmare that there were two people in front of the crowd. Both furious, one far more hateful than the other. The hateful one had so many negative emotions, it was almost impossible to tell what any of the others were. But the other, aside from their fury, seemed perfectly content with…whatever was happening.

A few rows behind the front of the crowd, the two’s emotions suddenly become much, much stronger. Almost suffocating.

He realized who it was, as his very soul started to burn from how close he was.

Cross and Error, upon coming within range of the auras, realized what was happening only a split second after him. Against their better judgment, they continued pushing forward; almost shoving people out of the way now. 

They made it to the front just in time to watch a man with black hair use thick, slimy black tentacles slam his opponent, a man with orange-gold wings, into a tree. The force made the trunk crack and splinter, and yet the winged man stood. The black tendrils, made of pure negative magic, burned, dried out, and crumbled from touching such a concentrated source of positivity. But the winged man’s skin had begun to melt on contact. 

“...Oh, god.” Nightmare breathed. “It’s them.”

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” Obsidian snarled. He pulled his tentacles back, but clearly had no intentions of retreating. His shirt had been torn open, somehow. Or perhaps he just never bothered to button it in the first place.

“Neither do you, it would seem.” It had been a very, very long time since Nightmare had seen Dream angry. He suspected Obsidian’s aura of negativity had a part to play in that. He seemed to have lost his jacket somewhere, and had rolled up the sleeves of his nice dress shirt.

Obsidian’s hands crackled with electricity. “I’ve never been beaten in a fight, and I’m sure as hell not going to let the first time be to an overgrown chicken with a god complex!” 

Dream fluffed up his wings and readied his sword. Christ, when was the last time Nightmare had seen that thing in use? 

“Why do his arms look like that?” Cross whispered hoarsely. “And his wings! Holy shit, did Obsidian do that?”

Nightmare and Error had thought that it was sweat dripping from Dream’s arms. To their horror, they realized that it was his own skin. His wings, which were always shedding to begin with, was now dropping feathers in globs.

“Obsidian’s covered in burns, too,” Error pointed out. That, at least, the trio had noticed. Awful patches of sizzling skin, anywhere Dream had hit or touched him. There were several hand prints, some clearer than others, on Obsidian’s arms and chest. “I guess corruption can fuck with radiance just as much as radiance can fuck it up.”

“You’re welcome to try,” Dream hissed, which made the trio–and the rest of the crowd–step back. “I will not let you terrorize my multiverse as you do yours.”

“Bold words coming from a bastard who can’t even be bothered to do his own dirty work,” Obsidian sneered. “When was the last time you even used that thing?”

Dream’s eyes tightened. As he launched himself into the air, and the effects of his aura weakened with the distance, Nightmare wondered how much pain Dream was in. How long had this fight been going? And how long could Dream keep it up? 

Like a hawk after a hare, Dream dove for Obsidian, aiming right for his head.

At the same time, Obsidian sent a bolt of indigo lightning powerful enough to cause thunder at Dream.

There was a wet shink! sound that the three friends were very familiar with as Obsidian yelled in pain.

He had tried to wait until the last second to dodge, but Dream had still skewered him through the stomach. Dream’s entire body seemed to be melting, now; the lightning clearly hadn’t missed its mark, either.

Obsidian’s eyes burned with a fury stronger than any single person should’ve been capable of. Before Dream could react, Obsidian grabbed Dream’s arm and wrapped his tentacles around the radiant’s neck. 

“You think you’re so clever?” Obsidian snarled. Steam rose from his hand and tendrils. “I’m dragging you down to hell with me, you son of a bitch!”

Dream, gasping for air, let go of his sword and tried to ascend, to pull himself out of Obsidian’s grasp, but Obsidian yanked on his arm and he fell to his knees. The crowd started to panic. Yells of alarm and calls to get help, but most of them seemed as frozen as the Meme Squad was.

Nightmare couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How could Dream have let this arrogant bastard kill him? Was this a nightmare? Was this how they were going to die?

For a split second, Dream caught Nightmare’s gaze. His eyes widened. Nightmare sensed surprise and a twinge of guilt before Obsidian grabbed Dream’s shoulder and pushed him to the ground.

Horrible burns were spreading all across Obsidian’s body. Dream was melting faster than ice cream in a microwave. 

Am I going to melt, too? Or am I just going to drop dead? Christ, I hope I just drop dead. Nightmare’s heart pounded in his chest. He felt sick. Was it starting? Was he dying? Or was it just fear?

As Dream and Obsidian’s bodies stilled, Cross and Error enveloped Nightmare in a hug. 

They didn’t say anything; they didn’t know what they would say. But they didn’t need to say anything. Nightmare gripped their arms, and the three of them closed their eyes.

…But nothing happened, except for the crowd’s murmuring going silent.

Nightmare realized that the crowd’s silence wasn’t from grief. And, at the same time, that Dream and Obsidian’s auras hadn’t faded.

In fact, they almost seemed to be…

Nightmare’s eyes snapped open.

The steam that had come from the contact of two so violently opposing magics, rather than dissipating, had coalesced into a cloud of fog around the bodies. It became thicker, and thicker, and Nightmare could see both of them start to change.

Obsidian’s skin flaked off like ash, but rather than sinew and muscle there was only a black, iridescent sludge. Dream’s skin melted off entirely, revealing a ball of orange-yellow light.

“Guys.”

Error and Cross hardly heard Nightmare’s horrified whisper, but they looked up in time to see the pure radiance and corruption begin to move before the fog completely obscured them.

“Wh…What the hell was that?” Someone in the crowd said, their voice shaking. 

“Maybe…maybe that’s just what happens when spirits like them die?” Someone else said, though they didn’t sound very sure.

“No.” Nightmare’s voice was hoarse. He didn’t even notice the crowd’s terror at his presence; his eyes were fixed on the cloud before them, and the auras within. “They’re…They’re not dead. I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but they’re not dead.”

“What do you mean they’re not dead?” Someone demanded. “You saw that too, didn’t you? They don’t even have bodies anymore!”

Nightmare grip on his friends’ arms tightened. “No. If me or Dream dies, the other one dies, too. But I’m still here. And their auras haven’t faded. It…It almost feels like they’re-”

A strangled gasp came from the fog. Everyone jumped back, except for Nightmare, who’s horror and terror had frozen him in place.

“...Fusing.”

The fog quickly faded. Standing where Dream and Obsidian’s bodies had been was an odd man with brown hair, and wings of orange light with indigo feathers. His eyes were mostly white, but those in the front of the crowd could see the hints of orange in one, and indigo in another.

The man looked like he’d just woken up from a nightmare. His hands shook. His eyes were wide with fear and confusion. He slowly looked down at his own hands.

“Oh, god.” Nightmare’s voice was weak. “They did.”

“That- that can happen?!” Cross whispered, loudly. 

“Fucking apparently!”

“I think this is our cue to leave,” Error said. Despite the casual tone she used, her hands trembled as she made a portal. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Cross and Nightmare followed her through it. 

Before it closed behind them, they heard a familiar-yet-not voice; confused and scared.

“Why…?”

[your-queer-dad]

Hey dad,

I kinda need some advice right now cause I really genuinely don’t know what to do

(Side not this is really long)

My best friend has been rather distant over the last year and it’s been making me really sad. At first I thought that it was primarily due to scheduling conflicts and their parents being a nightmare but now I’m starting to suspect that either I did something wrong or it’s their romantic partner.

I (aro) have been friends with this person for several years and I love them a lot they are like family to me. However last summer they went radio silent and no one heard anything from them for months. I lost a lot of sleep those few months and it was really bad. When I got back to school I found them and it turns out that they got locked out of their chat room account and their phone’s notifications were glitched again.

I was kinda confused about this because I wondered why they hadn’t even checked my or any one else’s messages in months or tried to reach out but their really socially awkward and kinda insecure so I brushed it off

They also told me they got a new account but made no attempt to contact me or anyone else in our social circle on it.

Several months later I found out through an aqutences slip up that they had a romantic partner. I was kinda hurt that they told this person they barely knew before me. The aqutence made me swear to secrecy because apparently my friend made them promise not to tell me.

A couple weeks later my friend slipped up and told me about their romantic partner.

I found out here that they had been dating sense the summer of radio silence.

A couple weeks after this I got contacted through the new account, I had asked several times for it at this point. Things had been kinda getting closer together after that and more scheduled had started to line up but it still wasn’t great.

Now that school is over we’ve both been mostly free online so we’ve been talking more in a group chat that a I got invited to (side note I made friends with one of the other people there and their nice so that’s pretty cool). Several days ago I asked my best friend if we could play this one game together and my best friend said yea tomorrow. That day came around and they had forgotten to download the game. This frustrated me but I brushed it off because they have memory issues so I assumed it was unintentional. They said we could play tomorrow.

The next day came along (note I’ve been starting every single conversation we’ve had) and my best friend said that we couldn’t play that day because they had plans with their romantic partner. I saw in the group chat that that plan had been made that morning. I have been waiting several days.

I feel like I am the one putting all the effort into this relationship and it really makes me sad. When I talk to their face they still say I am important to them but they haven’t done anything besides put me in the group chat.

Am I just being paranoid and the whole situation is in my head and it’s fine?

I’ve heard from other aromantics that allo friends tend to leave you behind in favour of romantic relationships after awhile. I’ve also seen other aromantics heavily scrutinised for expressing feelings of sadness over abandonment.

Im really scared to confront them about it because I don’t want to hurt their feelings, and I don’t know if it would make the situation better.

Do you have any advice on how you think I should handle this dad?

Hey kiddo, thank you so much for reaching out. I'm so sorry that sounds like a really difficult situation to deal with. Personally, I don't think it's very fair of your friend to do that to you, it sounds like you've been there for them no matter what and they keep pulling away or not being there for you. It isn't fair. You shouldn't have to be the only one putting effort into a friendship, that's not how they should work- its a two way street where both people put effort in.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and the way a person acts shows how they feel more than what they say. If they keep breaking their promises, or saying things they don't back up with action- then they're not being a good friend.

I personally would tell them how you're feeling and how their actions are making you feel- as someone who's been on both sides of the situation, I know sometimes when you're in a new relationship it can be really easy to be blinded by the thrill of it all and forget other responsibilities like friendships. However, it might make them more aware of how their actions are affecting your friendship.

I hope everything goes okay and I'm here to listen, my inbox is open 24/7. You got this kiddo. 🫂🫂🫂

- dad x

[nightravens-therapycircle]

This is Halloween: WIP Preview, Chapters 6 - 10

Since these are still works-in-progress, it is likely that the following excerpts will change between now and the final draft! Please keep that in mind while reading.

Chapter 6: Disregard and Disrespect

Grace: (as Idia pulls his glove back on) Ortho Shroud, what were you thinking?! (Ortho jolts a bit, not expecting to be yelled at like this.) Activating something so dangerous and at guests no less! While I agree that their actions might not have been the most reasonable, there was no need for you to--!

Ortho: But I was so close to destroying the bad guys!

Grace: Zip! Do not say it like that. (Ortho shuts his mouth. She groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. She needs to rest for a week after Halloween is over.)

Ortho: Why did you kick them out?

Grace: You can’t just blast people! (She can’t believe that she had to say that. Ortho pouts, looking fairly similar to Astor when he’s angry about something. Grace sighs, rubbing her temple. If she wasn’t currently incorporeal, she could swear that she was getting a headache.)

Idia: Ortho, what happened? I’ve never seen you like this before. (Ortho looks a bit disappointed for a moment before leading the pair over to a nearby table where a library book lay. Grace picks it up, to find that there’s something dripping from it.) Did someone spill soda on it?

Ortho: (nods) Those visitors were eating sweets and drinking soda inside the library. I told them to replenish their nutrients outside, but they wouldn’t listen to me. In fact, they surrounded me and gushed about the ‘cute robot costume’ I had on. They even started to poke me!

Idia: Wh-What kinda bottom-tier behavior...?!

Ortho: They said things like, "You live around here, kiddo?" and "Baby want a waffle?" They tried to shove food into my oral cavity. Foreign objects in my system can cause breakdowns! And while I was protesting and arguing with them, a soda can got tipped over. (To Grace) I'm so sorry for ruining a valuable library book.

Grace: Well… the good news is that it’s not one of the rarer books in the library’s collection. It doesn’t seem too damaged, so I’ll talk to the headmaster about trying to find a way to fix it. If not, it won’t be too hard to get a replacement.

Chapter 7: A Breaking Point

Astor: B-But--! This is the first time we--! (Astor shuts his mouth, but the look on his face is enough to speak volumes for how he’s feeling. Crowley heaves a sigh.)

Crowley: We can fix the statues easily enough. But if anyone got injured, that would be more than difficult. It’s a matter that we’d have to report to the police, and if that were to happen…. I don't even want to think about it! (A beat. Grace clears her throat.)

Grace: Th-The point is that no matter how much everyone was looking forward to this, we as your teachers and technical guardians while you’re on campus, cannot take the risk of the situation getting any worse.

Jade: Is there some reason he wouldn’t want the police sniffing around? A secret he doesn’t want them to unearth? (A chill runs down Astor’s spine as Jade leans over his shoulder to ask him directly. Astor bites his lip and dashes over to hide behind Emery. She sighs and pats his shoulder.)

Deuce: We’ve worked so hard to prepare for this…

Epel: RIght. Everyone was so excited for the party!

Jack: And the islanders come every year. We’d be letting them down, too. (Emery sighs.)

Grim: YEAH! And it's, like, against my rights or whatever to miss out on fancy party food! (A beat.)

Emery: Wait! (Emery rushes up to the staff.) I get that this is a delicate situation, I do. But what if the campus was safe again? If the problem was solved and no one was in any danger, would the party still go on? 

Crowley: Hm? Uh… well, yes, but-- (She tries her best to put on her puppy dog eyes.)

Emery: Please?

Crowley: (to himself) Please don’t do this to me… (to Grace) Grace?

Grace: Huh? Well, uh… I believe that this would be better for you to answer--

Chapter 8: Terrific Terror is Trending

Vil: …I suppose you have a point. It worked out well enough, as far as ad-libbing goes. …Astor?

Astor: I think I bit my lip that first time around. I didn’t realize that these things would be so sharp… (Vil sighs as Astor tries to wipe away the bloody smear on his lip. He gives him a tissue to deal with the injury, muttering something about the fangs.)

Epel: (as Vil cleans up Astor’s face) Um, Vil? Are you sure that you two should be driving them off?

Vil: Mm? Absolutely.

Astor: No. (Vil shoots him a look before sighing.)

Vil: Think about the vindication you’ll feel after striking back at this nuisance. (Astor hums.) Child or not, you shouldn’t let someone so easily take nonconsensual photographs of you among other things. (Other things?)

Epel: That’s not what I meant. What if word spreads that you’re a vampire? And the whole prince of the night thing… (Oh, that. Vil and Astor exchange looks with each other. Did no one tell Epel? Rook chuckles, putting a hand on Epel’s shoulder that serves to startle him.)

Rook: Monsieur Pommette! What a sweet soul you are. (Sweet soul, he says, but Epel looks ready to tear someone’s head off from that scare.) Worry not, measures have already been taken. (He hands Epel his phone. It’s a Magicam search for a specific tag that the pair came up with earlier that morning.) This is what comes up on Magicam when you look up the hashtag #BewitchingVampire.

Epel: Wow, that’s a lot of posts…

Astor: Pomefiore took them this morning and posted them on Magicam with that hashtag. I talked to my dad about it, and he said it was okay. Though, I think posting all three hundred was a lot.

Chapter 9: Foolish Mortals and Ghoulish Delight

(A door appears before the Magicam Monsters, and Emery pushes it open.)

Emery: Here, come with me. (The couple looks relieved as they rush towards her. Emery leads them up the staircase and down a hall lined with various portraits of people ranging from historical figures in her textbooks to faces she doesn’t know.)

Woman: Th-Thank you so much! I thought we’d be stuck in there forever!

Man: Who are you? …wait, are you the girl that goes here? I heard rumors about it on Magicam!

Woman: Wait, is that you?!

Emery: Yes, I’m afraid that it is. (And now… time to play the role. Knowing Emery’s aversion to lies, the script that they came up with only twisted the truth slightly.) I am a student, but I am also the keeper of this place.

Man: Huh?

Woman: You really live here?!

Emery: Someone has to tend to the ghosts’ home. And they are very displeased about trespassers… (She glances back at them as they step into a more open space. Emery places the candelabra down in the center of the room. Dusty instruments lay about. She didn’t know where they came from, only having found this space recently. They might have been here for a while. She had no idea what to do with them before, but now they make the perfect props.)

Man: (as Emery picks up a tambourine) C-Can you help us get out of here?

Emery: I’m afraid that all trespassers must pay their dues. (She shakes the tambourine a little.) The residents that call this their home will not be happy when they discover you. I suspect that they’ve already been made aware of your presence. And there’s always room for more spirits here.

Woman: Please let us go. We won’t--! (Emery shakes the tambourine.)

Emery: As keeper of this place, it is my duty to protect it and all who live here. I promised them that they could have a little… fun if anyone dared to set foot in this place. All I have to do is call them forth.

Man: Wait, there’s no need to do that! We just--

Emery: Set foot in someone’s home, ignoring the warnings that we had put outside for the safety of others. And now you must pay the price. (She shakes her tambourine again, seeing the fear start to grip the couple before her.) Horntoads and lizards, fiddle and strum… answer my call by beating a drum! 

(The drum in the nearby corner echoes with a heavy beat from Gus’s hand. The ghosts play the instruments, keeping their forms hidden from mortal eyes.)

Emery: Ghostly fiends and furies, old friends and new! Blow into a horn so we’ll know it’s you! (Phineas decides to blow the trumpet right about Emery’s head, making her flinch at the noise a little. She clears her throat, remaining calm as she continues.) Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat… call the spirits, wherever they’re at! Rap on a table, it’s time to respond. Send us a message from the great beyond! (Lilia’s cackle and Malleus’s dark laughter echo through the dorm with Grim’s high-pitched giggles to cap it off. Heavy thuds courtesy of Silver and Sebek are the icing on the cake while they hide under the table.) Goblins and ghouls from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with a tambourine! (To punctuate this, Emery shakes her tambourine. A simple spell from Malleus causes the sound to bounce around and make it hard to tell where it’s coming from.)

Chapter 10: Our School on Halloween

Malleus: Me? Ah, you’re referring to the situation with the Magicam Monsters. (Emery nods.) I simply provided basic courtesies that anyone should expect. As I said, I had a most pleasant Halloween at Ramshackle Dorm. That would have never happened without you lending us the use of your dorm. Returning the favor was the least I could do.

Emery: What do you mean? (Malleus gestures for her to follow him towards the building. Curious, Emery follows. Her eyes widen when Malleus opens the door to the foyer.)

Malleus: While we were… removing some of the modifications we made to scare the Magicam Monsters away I thought that it would be fair to repay you for allowing us to use your dorm as our venue. So Lilia and I took the opportunity to make some repairs. It is not much, but it will make your stay more comfortable.

Emery: You fixed the windows. Y-You patched the holes in the walls and the floors a-a-and the roof--! (The furniture’s all repaired, the pictures are restored… With a grin, she runs up to her room to find it in a similar state. She had little doubt that the rest of the spaces Diasomnia had been in were the same.) You even fixed the lights…

Malleus: Not completely. I wasn’t sure how the electrical system functioned, and it doesn’t work well with my magic so we couldn’t repair that I’m afraid. Only the fixtures themselves have been repaired.

Emery: Thorne, this is so much more than I could ask for! (She hugs him tightly, much to his surprise.) Thank you so much! (He seems startled for a moment, but then smiles and places a hand on her shoulder.)

Malleus: It may have been a mere seven days, but this year’s Halloween was a special one. I do hope you enjoy the rest of your night. Happy Halloween. (He disappears in a burst of fireflies. Emery sighs, looking  around at her dorm. Truly… she had no idea how to thank him for all of this.)

Emery: Happy Halloween, Thorne

[nofacedpoet]

Ch. 26: The Loop

Eren slowly glanced up at Xilo and gave him an angry glare. “You knew. You’ve known this entire time.”

“No I didn’t,” Xilo said annoyed.

“Knew what?” Valentine asked. 

“The symbols,” Eren held up Xilo’s journal. “He already has them written in here. Even these in front of us right now.” 

“What?” Armin glanced at Xilo in disbelief. 

“Take a look for yourself,” Eren held the journal out and Armin grabbed it. Valentine and Ava made their way to either side of Armin and glanced into it. And there it was. The symbols from before, the current symbols in front of them, and what looked to be symbols they haven’t seen yet. Valentine, Ava, and Armin glanced at each other with the same expression of confusion and concern.

“It wasn’t me,” Xilo pleaded with his hands out as if he was asking for mercy. “I have no idea how they got in there, I swear. You have to believe me!”

“It’s your own hand writing! How can it not be yours?” Eren said. Xilo looked just as perplexed as them and struggled to answer. “You’ve been messing with us the entire time, haven’t you?”

“No! I swear—”

“You’ve been down here before!” 

“No, I haven’t! This is my first time!”

“Liar! You’re involved with this entire witchcraft thing, aren’t you?”

“What?!”

“You’ve always been infatuated with titans, you probably worship them yourself.” Xilo’s eyes widened. “And now you’re doing some weirdo shit on us!” Eren glanced at Armin. “This is why you shouldn’t just trust anyone, Armin. You’re too nice to anyone. This freak probably had some weird motive with you.”

Xilo clenched his teeth and squeezed his fists. It was one thing to judge him for his hobbies such as studying the titans, but it was another to question his friendship. Especially with the only friend he currently had, which was Armin. “Yeah well,” Xilo muttered. “At least I’ve never put my hands on him.” Everyone gasped and the silence that cast over was so heavy that it pulled them into the ground.

As much as Xilo wanted to feel guilty for saying it, he didn’t. In fact, he meant every word. His frustration toward Eren had grown strong due to the way he treated him lately. At first, Xilo assumed Eren just held a grudge for what happened before the expedition. But as time went on, he realized it had to have been something deeper. And no matter how much he tried to get along with Eren, it just never worked. 

Eren watched as Armin’s demeanor completely shifted. His face filled with a deep sadness as his eyes fell of hurt and betrayal. Eren knew the incident that occurred days before (the LyricBox hitting Armin in the mouth and causing him to bleed) had deeply affected both of them. Never at any point in their lives did their fights ever reach a point where one had physically hurt the other. And although it truly was an incident, he wasn’t sure if Armin knew that. By the look in his eyes, it seemed like he judged Eren for it.

Eren slowly turned and faced Xilo as anger and rage filled inside of him like a match igniting a forest drenched in gasoline. He tightened his fists and trembled. “What…did you just say?”

“I’m a better friend to him,” Xilo said with no hesitation. Eren’s eyes widened. “And you know it—” Eren charged towards Xilo.

“Eren, don’t,” Valentine held her hand out towards him but he ran straight through it and tackled Xilo to the ground.

Armin turned around and covered his face. “I can’t watch this.” 

“You don’t know anything about me and Armin!” Eren screamed as he and Xilo scrambled in the sewage. 

“I know enough to see that you don’t treat him right!” Xilo screamed. 

“You better shut your mouth!” 

“Make me!”

“Both of you stop it,” Valentine said as she failed to break them up. 

“This is all my fault,” Armin whispered. “It’s all my fault.” 

“What?” Ava grabbed one of his hands to uncover his face and noticed he was crying.

“They’re fighting because of me,” Armin glanced at her with such hurt in his eyes. “I did this.”

“No you didn’t,” Ava hugged him. 

“I’m a terrible friend. I wish none of you had ever met me,” he hyperventilated as tears streamed down his face. She could feel his entire body trembling.

***

One hour before…

“I cannot believe we’re doing this,” Ava sighed and glanced at the star that laid out in the middle of the witchcraft dungeon that they stood in. “This seems like a really bad idea that I feel we’re going to regret by time it’s over.” 

“Probably,” Valentine agreed. She wasn’t stepping anywhere on the star itself, but was kneeled down near it as she studied the symbols all over it. “But hopefully we can find something down here that can answer some of our questions.” She turned to Xilo who was a few feet away and quickly scrambling the symbols down into his journal. “Have you seen any of this before in any of your history books you mentioned?”

Xilo ran his fingers across one of the odd formed “titans” on one of the corners of the star. “Nothing like this, no.” His eyes widened in awe. “It’s all really quite beautiful. I feel honored to have witnessed this myself.” 

Ava gave him a peculiar expression. “We really shouldn’t touch this stuff. We don’t know what it is exactly yet.” 

“True,” Xilo pulled his hand back. “But to think that we’re standing on such a big part of history. And if the titans used to look like this, well, they were so beautiful once before. What could’ve happened? What changed?” 

Ava raised a brow. “None of these so called titans have faces?” 

“I know,” he whispered. “But they’re still magnificent.” 

“Well, enough boring talk,” Eren unzipped Armin’s backpack and dug through it. “I think we should have some fun,” he pulled out the LyricBox. Ava sighed. 

“Ah, c’mon,” Eren smiled as he turned it on. “We should at least try to summon Calpurnia while we’re here.” Xilo broke his concentration and glanced at Eren with an uncomfortable expression as he stood.

“Summoning a so called witch in a witchcraft dungeon,” Xilo said. “I don’t think we should—”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Eren gave him a disgusted expression as he pressed play. Xilo sighed and shook his head as Calpurnia’s song began to echo throughout the dungeon. Armin put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes. 

“C’mon,” Eren laughed. “Don’t be so scared.” Ava moved closer to Valentine. As the word “Liovel” sang out and echoed, Xilo could’ve sworn he heard a second voice from afar sing it too. He gasped and jerked his head toward the direction when he caught Ava’s eye. She had an expression like she also heard it. 

Suddenly, the LyricBox got louder in volume. Then it got even louder. “Turn it off!” Ava screamed but it was so loud to the point where her voice couldn’t be heard. “Turn it off,” she thought she heard a separate voice say from behind her. She glanced at Valentine to see if she heard that too but it didn’t seem so, as Valentine was still glancing toward Eren.

“Eren!” Valentine screamed. 

“I’m trying!” Eren yelled as he pressed the off button but it wouldn’t turn off. The walkie talkie’s that were on Eren and Valentine were now going off but with a whistling noise that was even louder than the music. 

“Agh!” Xilo covered his ears. Valentine snatched the walkie from her waist band and hurriedly turned the nozzle to turn it off. Yet, there was still so much noise that it didn’t make much of a difference.

“Turn it off!” Armin screamed. “Turn it off!” 

“It won’t turn off!” Eren screamed. Armin reached for it right as it slipped from Eren’s hand and crashed on the ground. It finally went silent but his walkie was still giving a screeching whistling sound. Armin snatched it from his waist band and quickly switched it off. Eren reached for it back but Armin moved it away from his reach. 

“How was I supposed to know that was going to happen?” Eren asked. “Quit being so immature,” he reached for it again but Armin moved it further. 

“Uh,” Xilo gestured his lantern toward Ava as he stared behind her. “Was that there earlier?” There was what looked to be a sort of tunnel way that led further into darkness. One that they could’ve sworn wasn’t there before. 

“Maybe we just missed it because how dark it is,” Armin said nervously. 

“Totally,” Xilo gave him a fearful expression. Valentine walked toward it without any hesitation.

“W-wait,” Ava reached her hand towards her and Valentine paused to glance back at her with an unbothered expression. “Shouldn’t we like…talk about this first?” Valentine stared for a moment, then carried on into the tunnel.

“Hell yeah,” Eren followed after her. “This is what I was hoping for.” 

Ava desperately glanced at Xilo and Armin. Xilo shrugged as he followed after Eren. “Just know that no matter what happens,” he said as he passed Ava. “None of this was my idea.” She turned to Armin and he sighed. 

“Why is it always them going into chaos and us following?” He sort of laughed as he walked towards her and gestured his hand. “C’mon. We got each other’s back.” He gave her a warm smile that reassured her. 

“Okay,” she whispered and squeezed onto his hand. They followed after the others into the darkness. 

“Smells of shit,” Eren pulled his arm over his nose as they made their way down what seemed to be a never ending tunnel. The further they got, the more water appeared on the ground. Soon enough, the bottom soles of their boots were drowning in nearly half an inch water, or what they now knew, was sewage. 

“I think that’s just your breath,” Valentine muttered. 

“Oh yeah?” Eren leaned in closer and let out a huge sigh of breath in her face. 

“Ew, Eren,” she leaned away and he leaned in closer, causing her to nearly fall over. Eren quickly caught her as he laughed. 

“Jerk,” she shoved him and he nearly tripped but she didn’t bother to catch him. Instead, he grabbed onto her sleeve.

“Imagine I fell in this shit,” he said. “You would’ve felt so guilty.”

“I doubt that.” 

“I mean, we take down titans for a living,” Armin said to Ava. “I’m sure we can handle this.” He tried to be brave for her but even she could see through his mask. His hand trembled in hers and his eyes filled with worry. 

“Yeah,” she gently squeezed onto his hand. “We can handle this.” 

“Well, to be fair,” Xilo slowed down to where he could walk on the other side of Armin. “We were trained to kill titans, not whatever could be down here.” Ava gulped. “On top of that, we don’t even have any of our weapons.”

“Xilo,” Armin whispered. 

“But honestly,” Xilo continued. “If knowing the truth about our history, the walls, or the titans meant death, I would do it without any hesitation.” Armin gasped and noticed Xilo’s serious expression. The look in his eye was full of a determination that he had never seen before. Xilo turned to him. “Wouldn’t you?” Armin thought for a moment. His eyes softened as the thought of what it would be like to see and feel the sea for the first time came to mind.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I guess I would.” 

Ava wasn’t even paying attention to their conversation anymore and instead had her ears on Eren and Valentine, not that she could hear much over Armin and Xilo. Yet, she still tried to piece it together.

“I’m serious,” Eren said in a playful manner. “I have never seen the Captain act like that. I mean, what else could it be?”

“Shut up,” Valentine said sort of nervously. 

“I’ve called it from the beginning, he has it for you.”

“Has what for me?”

“You know…the hots,” he smiled at her.

She made a gross expression. “I don’t know what that is but I don’t think I care to know.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. He wants you.”

Valentine laughed. “How would you know?”

“That’s true,” he sighed. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before.” 

Valentine’s smile faded as she was reminded that none of them would probably ever get to experience relationships of any sort considering their occupation. The chances of any scout making it past twenty-five years old was incredibly slim. Close to none.

“What is it?” Eren asked as he noticed her change of expression. 

She glanced at him. “Aren’t you a virgin?”

“What?!” He screamed so loud that it echoed through the tunnel and scared everyone.

“Shh,” she put her hand over his mouth as she laughed. 

“How would you know whether I am or not?” Eren’s face was cherry red.

She lifted an eye brow. “Really, Eren?”

“Pfft,” he crossed his arms. “Yeah, well so are you.”

“Never said I wasn’t.” 

“Why are we talking about this? This is about your little 3-foot boyfriend.”

“I’m just making the point that you’ve never been with a woman so what would you know about him having the hots for me.”

“I’m pretty sure he is too. That’s why he’s so tense all the time—”

They both gasped as there was a sound of something running by that lightly echoed through the tunnel. Everyone halted their steps and stared ahead quietly. Ava glanced behind and shined the lantern. But the darkness was so deep that it didn’t reach very far. “Which direction did that come from?” she whispered. Armin whimpered as he squeezed her hand even tighter.

“I don’t know,” Valentine said. “I couldn’t tell.” 

“Should we head back?” Xilo asked. Everyone glanced around as if they were waiting for someone to make the call. They gasped as the sound of steps reappeared, only closer, and much faster now. It was definitely coming from ahead. Armin, Ava, and Xilo clenched onto each other as they prepared for the worst. Valentine switched her knife open and stared into the darkness as it came closer and closer.

“Shit-shit-shit,” Eren moved the lantern out but couldn’t see anything. “Where is it?” 

“I don’t see it either,” Valentine said as she readied her knife outwards. It was directly in front of them. And it was quick as it ran up on them. Then BOOM! 

It was a rat. 

It squeaked as it ran right past all of their feet and everyone jumped and scrambled around as they screamed. 

“Seriously?” Valentine sighed as she closed the knife. 

“Don’t act like you weren’t scared!” Eren laughed as he pointed at her. 

“You were the scared one!”

“No I wasn’t!”

“I was scared,” Xilo admitted. 

“Me too,” Armin added.

“I wasn’t that scared,” Ava laughed nervously.

“Whateverrrr,” Armin said. 

There was an even louder sound this time that wasn’t anything near a step, but rather of heavy metal falling onto the ground and being dragged. All of their eyes widened as they stood straight up. 

“Okay,” Eren said. “Now I’m scared.” 

“Hello?” Xilo screamed and everyone flinched. “Is someone else down here—”

“Shh-hey!” Eren whispered. “What’s the matter with you?”

“What?”

“What-you wanna make friends with it?”

“What-no, but someone else could be down—”

“Well don’t lure them over here, idiot!”

“Guys,” Ava pointed ahead. “What’s that light?” Everyone glanced ahead to see a white light in the distance of the tunnel. It wasn’t moving and it was hard to tell what exactly it was.

“Turn your lanterns off,” Eren said. 

“Not a chance,” Xilo said.

“Yeah, no,” Ava said. 

Eren sighed and glanced back toward the light. “Well it isn’t moving. Maybe we should just keep heading toward it and see if something happens.” He glanced at Valentine and she nodded. They began to slowly make their way down the tunnel. And rather than before, everyone was mostly quiet now, except for a few whispers here and there. 

As they got closer, it seemed to grow bigger. Soon enough, they realized that it wasn’t necessarily a light that someone was holding, but light that was escaping from somewhere else. 

“Another way out?” Ava asked. 

“Must lead to outside,” Eren said. 

“That’s weird,” Armin added. “Another entrance to a witchcraft dungeon? You don’t think that it’s still in use, do you?”

“Let’s hope not,” Xilo said.

They finally reached what seemed to be the end of the long tunnel way and the first thing they noticed was a huge gaping hole above them, where all of the light was coming from. 

“Huh?” Xilo glanced down at a giant star on the ground. “I don’t understand. Are there multiple areas of the same?”

“No,” Valentine said as she walked over to a hanging rope that reached over the edge of the hole above. “This is the same place where we began.” 

“Huh?!” Ava screeched. “But how is that possible?”

“We didn’t somehow turn back around at any point, did we?” Eren asked.

“No,” Armin said. “I’m sure of it. It was just a straight way.”

“But we came out the exact way we entered? This doesn’t make sense,” Xilo said. “We must’ve incidentally made a turn, another tunnel way, or something that lead back around.” They all glanced at each other. 

Eren laughed nervously. “Let’s just try again. And this time, really pay attention.” 

“Right,” Valentine said. Everyone began to walk back into the tunnel way in which they came. It was a long and silent walk as they kept their eyes open for anything they might’ve missed. But as before, they ended up coming out of the same way they entered. 

“No fucking way,” Eren said with his hands over his head. “I’m sure of it. We took no turns! So what the hell is going on?!” Armin rubbed his fingers along the wall near the entrance. 

“What is it?” Ava asked. 

“…chalk,” he answered with uncertainty.

“What?” Valentine asked as they walked up. There was an arrow that pointed toward the tunnel on the wall, and it was drawn with chalk. 

“I don’t remember seeing that,” Xilo said. “The first or second time.” 

Armin rubbed his fingers together. “It’s pretty soft. Couldn’t have been there long.” He glanced at them. 

“So what? You think someone else has followed us in there?” Eren asked. 

Armin glanced at the arrow. “I don’t know…still doesn’t make sense as to why we ended up here again. If that was the case, surely, they would also have ended up here…right?” They glanced at each other with uneasiness.

“Okay,” Eren said with his hands up. “I’m just going to say this now. If someone is fucking around, you better fess up now.” They all glanced around. “No one?”

“Who would be able to manipulate a tunnel way?” Ava asked with a concerned expression. Eren sighed and put his hands down. He just wanted to believe it was a prank. 

“So what then?” Valentine asked. “Do we go through it again?”

Xilo sighed. “We can. Maybe some of us should stay here and wait.”

“Good idea,” Valentine said. “Who volunteers to stay?”

“I can stay,” Ava said. 

“Me too,” Xilo added. 

“I don’t mind staying,” Armin smiled. He was more than happy to not go back in there. Eren and Valentine glanced at each other. 

“Guess it’s us then,” Eren said. 

“Alright,” Valentine unclipped the walkie from her pants and handed it to Ava. “If you see or hear anything, let us know.” Ava grabbed for the walkie and Valentine hesitated letting it go and she gave her a stern stare. “Don’t hesitate.” 

Ava’s eyes widened as she felt something else underneath the walkie. It was Valentine’s good luck golden knife.

“I won’t,” Ava whispered. “I promise.”

“Good,” Valentine finally released her grip. “Let’s go.” 

Eren and Valentine headed inside of the tunnel once again, carefully making their way through and watching for any hidden ways or unseen turns. 

“Look at this,” Eren gestured the lantern toward the wall. There was another white arrow drawn in chalk pointing toward the direction they were headed. 

“Still don’t get it. But I guess if someone else is down here, either we’ll run into them or the others will,” Valentine said. 

As they continued on their way, again with no hidden turns to be seen or found, they were met with the same light as before. Only this time, when they reached the end, no one was there. 

“Idiots!” Eren said. “We told them to stay here!”

“Shit,” Valentine glanced around. “Maybe they ran into some trouble.” 

“Hey,” Eren said through his walkie. “Where the hell are you guys?” There was no response. Only empty static came from the other side. “Hello? It’s Eren. Where’d you guys go? Are you guys okay?” Again, nothing but static. Eren and Valentine glanced at each other. “You think they left?” He glanced up at the hole. 

“And just wouldn’t tell us?” Valentine asked. “Nah. Something’s up.”

“Maybe they went back in the tunnel?” 

“Maybe…ugh. Shit. Let’s go back.” 

Eren lifted the walkie to his mouth. “If you guys can hear this, we’re coming through the tunnel again.” He glanced at Valentine with a worried expression. 

They quietly made their way down the tunnel for the fourth time. Again, there didn’t seem to be any visible turns anywhere. The only new appearance was another arrow along the wall. “Eren,” she pointed to it. 

“Another?” He rubbed his finger along it and parts of the dusty chalk fell off the wall.

“This is the third time we’ve seen an arrow,” Valentine said. Eren glanced at her with a confused expression. “So, either there is someone else in here with us, just as lost, and every time we loop, they’re already in the tunnel making their way back again, leaving marks along the way….or…” 

“What?”

“We’re the loop itself.”

“What do you mean?” Eren glanced around to make sure no one was coming up. 

“Think about it. Every time we’ve entered this damn tunnel, something was different. There was the arrow outside of the tunnel. The second arrow we saw earlier. And now another?” 

Eren looked perplexed like there was a million math equations going on inside of his head. “I’m not following.” 

“So…if we’re the loop…where we are repeating the same patterns,” she moved her hands in a loop. “But there are differences in every outcome…why not reverse it to get the previous outcome?” 

Eren’s eyes widened like he finally got it. “Reverse the loop to get the same outcome as before!” 

“Right! We need to move backwards.” They both glanced back at the direction in which they came. “I hope this works.” 

They made their way through the tunnel from the direction they had come from, and sure enough, saw a light similar to before. And when they reached it, it was where they had started. 

“Look,” she pointed to the wall. “There’s the arrow as before. I bet if we do what we just did again, we won’t see the second one in there. Also, we’ll run into the others on the other side.” 

“Let’s do it,” Eren said.

They did as they had done before, gone through the tunnel about half way before turning back around, and as guessed, the second arrow in the tunnel was gone. They saw the light once again, and when they reached it, Ava, Xilo, and Armin were still waiting for them.

“What took you guys so long?” Ava asked. 

“We were starting to get worried,” Armin said. 

Eren and Valentine glanced at one another with the same perplexed expression. Eren kneeled down with his hands over his head. “I think I’m going to be sick.” 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen in there?” Xilo asked. 

“Did you see any others?” Armin added. 

“I think we’ve ran into a bigger problem,” Valentine’s tone sounded incredibly ominous. 

“What do you mean?” Ava asked. 

“This is going to sound crazy but…every time we go through that tunnel, we end up in a different, but same, place. For instance, the first time me and Eren went through it, none of you were here. But when we did it differently, turning around half way and heading back, we found you again.” 

“What,” Ava stepped back. “But…” She looked as if she couldn’t accept what they had just explained. “How is that possible?”

“Yeah,” Xilo said. “Are you absolutely sure?”

Eren and Valentine glanced at each other. “We’re positive,” she said. 

“So going through the tunnel doesn’t just lead you back to where you started,” Armin said. “It’s also not the exact same.”

“Right,” Valentine said. 

“Seems like some sort of witchcraft trick maybe,” Armin glanced into the tunnel. “But if that’s the case, what would be the point of it?”

“Don’t know if I really want to know,” Ava said. 

“But,” Xilo moved his attention to the arrow that still sat on the wall near the entrance of the tunnel. “This still doesn’t explain who is putting the arrows there?” 

“Another thing with the arrows,” Eren said. “An arrow inside of the tunnel disappeared when we did the reversal. So I bet if we go through it together, doing the reversal, this arrow will also disappear.” 

“So let’s try it,” Valentine said. “And see if we happen to run into anyone on the way back. If there is anyone else down here that is.” 

“Alright,” Xilo laid his water canteen near the star. “I’ll leave this to see if it’s still here when we return.” 

They headed into the tunnel for the last time ever. As planned, they turned back half way and began to make their way back when they noticed something different that had not occurred at any other point before. 

“The hell is that?” Eren gestured his lantern toward the wall and everyone halted. There were three large symbols sketched out in paint, rather than chalk.

“Hm,” Xilo took his journal out and studied it for a moment. “These seem to be different from those that were on the star, yet they are quite similar.” He flipped to a new page and began to sketch them out.

Eren glanced at Valentine with a nervous expression. “What the hell could this mean? We did the reversal. This shouldn’t be happening.” 

“Maybe we’ve missed it before,” Ava said. “Don’t panic.” Even though she was very much panicking.

“Let’s just keep going,” Armin said. At this point, he just wanted to make it out.

They continued on their way and as time passed, it seem to feel longer than usual. The further they walked, the more black tunnel. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of light at the end. 

Eren leaned into Valentine. “Doesn’t it seem like we’ve been walking this way for much longer than it took us earlier?”

“I didn’t want to say anything,” Valentine whispered as she didn’t want to alarm the others. “But it seems different this time—” Eren gasped as he halted. There was another set of three symbols alongside the wall. 

“Did—” Eren glanced behind them perplexed. “Are these the same ones we just saw or?”

Xilo opened his journal and glanced back and forth at the page and the wall. “No. These seem to be different,” he clicked his pen and flipped the page to write the new symbols when he gasped. “Wait-what?” 

“Well are they or aren’t they?!” Eren said. Everyone glanced at Xilo and waited. 

“I-” he hesitated as he stared into the page with confusion. He flipped to the page before then back to the next page. “I don’t understand—“

“Give this to me,” Eren snatched it from him and glanced back and forth at the page and the wall. “They look the same to me.” He glared at Xilo. “What’s the confusion?” Xilo took a step back and struggled to respond. Armin glanced back and forth at them.

Ava sighed with her hands over her face. “So we just went in a circle? I thought this was supposed to reverse us back?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Valentine stared into the symbols. “None of this happened when me and Eren did the reversals. This is different.” 

“Should we just turn around and head back then?” Ava asked. 

“Nah,” Valentine said and Ava sighed. “We’ve already come this far. We minus well just keep going.” She glanced behind at Eren. “Right?” He was still glaring at Xilo.

“Yeah,” Eren said in a suspicious tone. “Let’s keep going.”

They continued on their way in pure silence. The energy had shifted more into fear and uneasiness. And as they got further, things only got weirder.

“Shit,” Valentine said as she halted and everyone stopped behind her. “There’s more,” she glanced back at Eren. “Please tell me these aren’t the same ones.”

Xilo glanced back Eren, who was still glaring at him as he opened the journal. He found the page with the folded corner that he marked for reference and opened it. After a moment of studying the page and the wall, he realized they were not the same. “They’re different this time.” Everyone sighed with little relief. Eren flipped back to the previous page to see different symbols. “Huh?” He glanced confused. Were these the first ones? He flipped the page back over to original. They were different. “What the hell—” his eyes widened as he flipped to a third page, which showed the exact symbols on the wall in front of them. He flipped the page again to see a different set of symbols. 

“What is it?” Ava asked as everyone waited. 

Eren slowly glanced up at Xilo and gave him an angry glare. “You knew. You’ve known this entire time.”

“No I didn’t,” Xilo said annoyed.

“Knew what?” Valentine asked. 

“The symbols,” Eren held up Xilo’s journal. “He already has them written in here. Even these in front of us right now.” 

“What?” Armin glanced at Xilo in disbelief. 

“Take a look for yourself,” Eren held the journal out and Armin grabbed it. Valentine and Ava made their way to either side of Armin and glanced into it. And there it was. The symbols from before, the current symbols in front of them, and what looked to be symbols they haven’t seen yet. Valentine, Ava, and Armin glanced at each other with the same expression of confusion and concern.

“It wasn’t me,” Xilo pleaded with his hands out as if he was asking for mercy. “I have no idea how they got in there, I swear. You have to believe me!”

“It’s your own hand writing! How can it not be yours?” Eren said. Xilo looked just as perplexed as them and struggled to answer. “You’ve been messing with us the entire time, haven’t you?”

“No! I swear—”

“You’ve been down here before!” 

“No, I haven’t! This is my first time!”

“Liar! You’re involved with this entire witchcraft thing, aren’t you?”

“What?!”

“You’ve always been infatuated with titans, you probably worship them yourself.” Xilo’s eyes widened. “And now you’re doing some weirdo shit on us!” Eren glanced at Armin. “This is why you shouldn’t just trust anyone, Armin. You’re too nice to anyone. This freak probably had some weird motive with you.”

Xilo clenched his teeth and squeezed his fists. It was one thing to judge him for his hobbies such as studying the titans, but it was another to question his friendship. Especially with the only friend he currently had, which was Armin. “Yeah well,” Xilo muttered. “At least I’ve never put my hands on him.” Everyone gasped and the silence that cast over was so heavy that it pulled them into the ground.

As much as Xilo wanted to feel guilty for saying it, he didn’t. In fact, he meant every word. His frustration toward Eren had grown strong due to the way he treated him lately. At first, Xilo assumed Eren just held a grudge for what happened before the expedition. But as time went on, he realized it had to have been something deeper. And no matter how much he tried to get along with Eren, it just never worked. 

Eren watched as Armin’s demeanor completely shifted. His face filled with a deep sadness as his eyes fell of hurt and betrayal. Eren knew the incident that occurred days before (the LyricBox hitting Armin in the mouth and causing him to bleed) had deeply affected both of them. Never at any point in their lives did their fights ever reach a point where one had physically hurt the other. And although it truly was an incident, he wasn’t sure if Armin knew that. By the look in his eyes, it seemed like he judged Eren for it.

Eren slowly turned and faced Xilo as anger and rage filled inside of him like a match igniting a forest drenched in gasoline. He tightened his fists and trembled. “What…did you just say?”

“I’m a better friend to him,” Xilo said with no hesitation. Eren’s eyes widened. “And you know it—” Eren charged towards Xilo.

“Eren, don’t,” Valentine held her hand out towards him but he ran straight through it and tackled Xilo to the ground.

Armin turned around and covered his face. “I can’t watch this.” 

“You don’t know anything about me and Armin!” Eren screamed as he and Xilo scrambled in the sewage. 

“I know enough to see that you don’t treat him right!” Xilo screamed. 

“You better shut your mouth!” 

“Make me!”

“Both of you stop it,” Valentine said as she failed to break them up. 

“This is all my fault,” Armin whispered. “It’s all my fault.” 

“What?” Ava grabbed one of his hands to uncover his face and noticed he was crying.

“They’re fighting because of me,” Armin glanced at her with such hurt in his eyes. “I did this.”

“No you didn’t,” Ava hugged him. 

“I’m a terrible friend. I wish none of you had ever met me,” he hyperventilated as tears streamed down his face. She could feel his entire body trembling.

“Armin,” she broke away and glanced at him. “Don’t say things like that.” Her eyes watered. 

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered. 

“Hey,” she wiped his tears. “You’re the bestest friend any of us have ever had. I mean it. You’re so special and I’m so grateful to know you and have you as my friend.”

Armin’s eyes widened. “I’m not special,” he whispered. 

She grabbed his face. “I’m telling you, you’re special, Armin. You bring something special to all of our lives. You’re one in a million. So please don’t say things like that. It pains me that you don’t know how wonderful you really are.” She hugged him again and squeezed him tightly.

He lifted his weak arms and placed them around her. “You’re always…so nice,” he whispered. 

“So are you.”

CLINK! A similar sound as before, the sound of heavy metal falling on the ground and being dragged, came from behind. They both gasped and glanced down the long and dark tunnel. 

“What was that?” Armin whispered. 

“The missing person maybe?” Ava whispered. 

“In the dark?” They glanced at one another. 

She turned around to see Eren and Xilo still fighting and Valentine getting annoyed. “Guys!” None of them could hear her over their bickering. “Guys! I think there’s someone—” Armin’s lantern began to flicker, along with the others. Valentine gasped as she noticed Eren and Xilo’s lanterns doing the same thing.

“What’s going on?” She turned around to see Armin’s lantern flicker once more before being shut off completely. Her eyes widened as Armin and Ava had blended into the darkness. “Guys?” She felt another presence behind them. What is that coming? The missing person?

All of the lanterns shut off and the ground suddenly felt as if it was shifting. An excruciating whistle filled the air and everyone screamed in panic as they struggled to balance on the moving ground. It lasted for about a minute long before it finally stopped. 

A lantern that laid on its side a few feet away slowly dimmed back on. Valentine hyperventilated as she uncovered her ears and glanced around in a panic. All of the others were gone.

[devildomdisaster]

Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?

So cute!

I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.

It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.

Lucifer:

Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.

Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.

Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.

It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.

Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.

It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.

He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.

He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.

His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.

Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.

When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”

You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.

“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”

He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.

Mammon:

Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.

The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.

It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.

He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.

Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.

You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.

It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.

But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.

When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.

Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.

“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”

“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”

Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.

Levi:

Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.

It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.

For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.

Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.

Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.

Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.

You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.

He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”

“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”

“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.

Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.

Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.

Satan:

Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.

It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.

It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.

His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.

Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.

Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.

He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”

You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.

Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.

He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.

Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.

To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.

If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.

Asmo:

It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.

He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.

“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.

“Is that a promise Asmo?”

He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.

The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.

But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.

The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.

Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.

Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.

There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.

He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.

Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.

Beel:

Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.

It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.

This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.

But he likes the addition as well.

In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”

Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.

He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.

He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.

But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.

When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.

Belphie:

Belphie notices right away.

It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.

Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”

He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.

In fact, he encourages the practice.

He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.

With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.

He won’t adopt the practice himself.

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.

But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.

He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?

[metize]

Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal.  You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”

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The Last Time

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Prompt - ‘This is the last time I'm asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye.'

Peter stood on the steps of your front door, not fully remembering how he’d gotten there. The rain was falling hard around him, Peter himself soaked wet through, the sound of it bouncing on the street was the only thing that could be heard in the silence of the early morning hours, the sky still dark, clouds too thick to see any stars through it.

He had yet to knock, scared to not receive an answer, scared for you to answer only to slam the door in his face. He was just…scared. His eyes were watery but the rain hid it well. He stood there thinking back to your last conversation with him.

How many times had he been here after a fight with you, how many times had he stood here with his best apology. This time though something felt different, it felt like you had made your mind up and fully planned to make good on your promise to not see him again, to not have the same damn argument every few weeks.

It was getting harder and harder to lie to you, every excuse that came out of Peter’s mouth sounded like the lie it was, no matter how hard he tried to make his excuses seem true you always saw through them.

Peter hated lying to you, it felt like every time he spoke to you he was lying about something, lying about where he was, why he was late, why he failed to show up at all, why he was so tired, why his back hurt so much.

Everything was a lie.

One thing that wasn’t a lie though were his feelings for you. Peter loved you so much but at some point that wasn’t enough, love wasn’t enough when there wasn’t trust and as much as you hated it you didn’t, you couldn’t trust Peter.

The constant lies, the skipping out on dates, the guilty look he got in his eyes every time he spoke to you.

It always led back to the same argument of you begging him to tell you what he was hiding and Peter insisting there were no secrets.

You had rolled your eyes every time but let yourself accept his many, many apologies. You loved him too, you had for so long that you didn’t want this to fail, for so long you had refused to let this relationship end but now you just felt tired. You couldn’t continue on with this, not with the constant lies, the constant lingering fear that Peter had found somebody else, somebody better, smarter, prettier…you couldn’t do it anymore.

That had all led to Peter standing here now, angry words thrown in pent up frustration floating through his head.

“Peter, I swear to- I cannot do this anymore!” You yelled, tears in your eyes and voice slightly hoarse.

“I’m telling you you’ve got this wrong!” He shot back at you, watching as your nose flared and you let out a bitter laugh.

“This is the last time you tell me I’ve got it wrong!” You told him through gritted teeth. How many times had he told you that you were wrong? That you weren’t seeing things from his perspective despite him refusing to give you an honest answer.

“How can you think there’s anybody else?” He shouted, hating that you could ever think he was capable of cheating on you. You were the only girl in the world for him, nobody else could ever compare to you.

“How could I not think there was anybody else!? You ghost me, if I’m lucky you call to cancel a date but usually I’m left alone because you couldn’t be bothered to even shoot me a text! Do you have any idea how humiliating it is when people look at you when you’ve been stood up?” You ask, not giving him time to answer as you say, “No you don’t because I have never and would never do that to you! You sneak around constantly, every other word out of your mouth is a damn lie and it’s not fair!”

Peter was speechless for a few moments. How could he respond to that? Everything you had said was right and he hated it, he hated that doing the right thing was coming between the two of you but there was no way he was telling you about Spiderman. It wasn’t a matter of trust, he knew no matter what happened between the two of you that you’d never betray his trust in you, no it had everything to do with the enemies Spiderman made; enemies that would not hesitate to use you against him and he refused to put you in that position.

“It’s you Y/N,” He swore, eyes wide as he reached for, hating that you pulled away, “It’s been you all along.”

“Then why doesn’t it feel like that, Peter? Every time I let you in my door it feels like you make it your mission to see how long it’ll take to break me and I can’t do it anymore.” You said, tears finally making their way down your faces but you paid them no mind.

Peter hated that he made you feel this way, hated that he could see you breaking in front of him and there was nothing he could do.

He didn’t get the chance to reply as you spoke, the fight leaving you and your voice soft.

“This is the last time, Peter, it’s the last time I’m asking you why? Why do you keep lying to me? Why won’t you just tell me what you’re hiding? Why do you keep breaking my heart over and over?” You asked him, voice breaking as more tears fell down your face.

And Peter didn’t have an answer to that. The silence stretched before you shook your head, biting back a sob as you opened your bedroom door and gestured for him to leave.

You were done, he knew you were done.

You watched as he left, head low as he brushed past you and down the stairs. Moments later you heard the door close and finally allowed yourself to sob, loud, heartbreaking sobs, thankful that you were home alone for the night.

Peter couldn’t stop his own tears from falling as he recalled yours. He shook his head whilst cursing himself, why didn’t he say something, anything. Anything would have been better than just walking away from you.

Things weren’t always bad, Peter couldn’t help but laugh sadly as he recalled the good times between the two of you, the times when he actually showed up and didn’t let you down. The times were he took you to the movies and the two of you got thrown out because you kept making stupid remarks to the characters on screen, he remember the time the two of you went pumpkin picking and the two of you tended to your wounds after a incident in which he was pushing you around in a wheelbarrow and it hit a stone causing you to topple out of it and Peter to go flying over it. He remembered sneaking out with you to have breakfast at midnight in the 24/7 diner not too far from your house. He remembered all the good moments you had, remembered when he spluttered his way through a love confession and remembered all the nights he spent with you in his arms, laughing, smiling, sleeping.

He remembered it all and to think he would never get to hold you again, never get to kiss you again, never have you again…it cut deep in his heart. He knew he couldn’t give up Spiderman, it was too important, but he hated that it had cost him you.

You who had been there for him through so much more than you actually knew. You who held him when he failed to save somebody, Peter would come to you teary eyed and you didn’t force him to talk, you just held him in your arms, playing with his hair until he fell asleep in the comfort of your hold.

He sobbed as he realised he’d never have that again.

Peter looked at your front door, knowing right now you were probably in your room, all alone, feeling just as bad as he was. You probably felt worse, Peter thought after a moment, at least Peter knew why he was so secretive but you knew nothing, you thought there was another girl involved, you didn’t know Peter was protecting both you and the city.

Watching as you broke in front of him last night killed Peter, he never realised just how bad it was until last night and with one final look at your door he shook his head and turned on his heel making his way back home. You were right he was breaking your heart, he couldn’t keep dragging you along like this, letting you torture yourself over what Peter’s secret was.

Though it broke Peter’s heart, he walked away from you that night knowing that if he didn’t he would just keep hurting you until you grew to hate him and he couldn’t do that to you, not anymore.

By the time he arrived back home, soaked to the bone and alone in bed, he couldn’t stop the tears that fell, mourning all the time he had lost with you because of himself. Spiderman was supposed to be good but right now he hated everything about his other half.

Back in your own house you mirrored Peter, alone in bed with tears falling down your face as memories of the two of you together invaded your thoughts. You loved Peter Parker, you really did, but that really was the last time you would ask him why he broke your heart in the blink of an eye.

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Alibi

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: angst…lots of angst

Content warnings: yelling, swearing, implications of cheating, implications of using reader, happy ending

Word count: 1.1k

Requested? Yes (from a olivia Rodrigo song prompt list that seems to have disappeared 🙃)

- "you used me as an alibi" PLEASE -> anon

- "Remember I brought her up & you told me I was paranoid?" -> @sinfulspencer

- "Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor." -> anon

A/n: i combined some of these because i felt they fit together perfectly! I hope you guys enjoy the angst… i cannot stand not having a happy ending (i wrote one…and was sad) sooo i gave it a more happy / open ended ending!

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“I don’t know why you’re here, Spencer.” Your voice wavering as you tried to control yourself. Spencer stood there, hands in his pockets with his face stained with tears.

He looked at you as he shrugged. He’d just gotten back from a case and it was late. But he knew you would be awake. He knew your habits better than anyone else. Because for two years you let him see every habit, no matter how embarrassing. That’s what happens when you live with the love of your life.

Or lived.

“Please, y/n, just hear me out?” His voice thick with tears and sadness.

You didn’t end on good terms. Not even close to good terms. But that wasn’t your fault. It was his. He kept telling you all the ways he was going to be better. But you felt like you were in this relationship alone. When he came home, you barely spoke. He was holed up in the make shift library with those fucking case files.

But that wasn’t what sunk the ship. No. What did you guys in was a little confession from his ‘best friend’. JJ admitted her love for him fifteen fucking years after she should’ve. And you couldn’t handle that.

Because you knew he loved her too. “I’ve heard enough, Reid. You sat there and let JJ admit that she was in love with you. And you didn’t say a word. Then, you confess you had waited for her? Do you know how that makes me feel, Mr. Profiler? Huh?” Your rage filled you so much it felt as if you’d explode.

You’d his confession when he was on the phone with his mother, thinking you were still asleep. You can still hear every single word he said to her.

She told me she was in love with me, mom. I have waited fifteen years to hear her say that. Fifteen years. I didn’t think I would feel as sad to hear it as I do. I put my life on hold for years, waiting for her to admit those feelings. And now— now I don’t know what to do about it.

That was all you needed to hear. You packed your bags the next morning and decided you two were done. If he wanted JJ that bad, he could go get her. And for him to be confused about his feelings for so long, after dating for two years, you felt betrayed.

“You used me as an alibi, Spencer! A—a distraction from your feeling for her! You made me feel crazy! Don’t you remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid? Do you?!” You were yelling, not caring if attention would be grabbed from your neighbors. “And I wasn’t fucking crazy! I wasn’t paranoid!”

“I didn’t cheat on you! I didn’t mean to make you feel that way! My feelings were all over the place. I was trying to figure out what that would mean for me and JJ. I didn’t cheat on you.” He wipes his face of his tears. You felt sympathetic and that scared you. The last thing you needed was to fall back into his arms.

He was the love of your life and you didn’t know how to move on. But then again, it had only been a few days. You had more than enough time to think, sleep being something you couldn’t do at the time. It left more than enough time for you to sort out how you felt. And you missed him. A lot.

“No, Spencer, guess you didn’t cheat. But you’re still a traitor.” You let the tears fall, unable to hold them back any longer. He betrayed your trust. So why were you thinking of forgiving him?

He sighs, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know how to feel. I was trying to settle my own emotions and I pushed you away.”

“You used me! What part of that don’t you get! You fucking used me. You promised me forever. Marriage, houses, kids, the whole thing!” Your heart raced as you asked the next question “did you think of her? When you were with me?”

His eyes get wide and his answer is immediate, “no! Of course not! Why would you ask me that?”

You shrug “told your mother you waited for her and now you didn’t know what to do. I know exactly what you can do. Fucking leave and don’t come back. Its very clear you don’t want me.”

He shakes with sadness as you finish your speech. He looks like he wants to explode, itching at his hand as he always does when he’s anxious. You stand there and watch him, watching the skin grow more and more raw. It hurts you to see him harm himself. So you reach out, gripping his hand so he stops. You gasp at the feeling of his cold hand in yours; the electricity evident as it runs through you. And you know he feels it too.

“Please… i-I do want you. I have wanted you for so long. I didn’t meant to hurt you. I don’t love her, y/n. She means nothing. It’s to late for her. I meant my promises. You can ask Morgan if you don’t believe me.”

Habits.

You learn the habits of a person when you live with them. You learn their tells when they lie and when their honest. And you could tell, as you stood there with your hand in his, that he was serious. But at the same time, you weren’t sure how to move forward.

But you knew you wanted to. So, so badly.

“… I’m willing to work on it. It doesn’t mean I forgive you, not yet. It will take some time but I am willing to… try.”

His face lights up, tears falling for a different reason now. He nearly collapses as he hugs you, unable to control himself.

“Y-you wont regret it! I p-promise!”

And whether you wanted to admit it or not, spencer was good at keeping his promises.

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[swtki]

NSFW Headcannons - P.P

Pairing: Tobey! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, sex, minors DNI, overstim, crying, Sub Peter, fem dom, pegging, face sitting, swearing obv, dry humping, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, porn watching, praise kink (m), oral sex (m+f), male fucking female w strapon, orgasm denial, pet names (baby), degrading, let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N: I am just very horny lol.

Okay as I’ve said in a prev post, this boy is the biggest sub!

He aims to please, in any way he can.

When you first started dating he was so needy and wanted to touch you in any way he could.

He always had your hand in his.

He also always bought you dinner, held doors open, real gentleman shit.

You both prob met after the whole venom thing, so he’d already had some experience with Mary Jane.

He had had sex before, but it wasn’t that good if he were honest.

He always tried to play the big bad wolf when in reality he needed to be one of the three little pigs.

The whimpers he made during make out sessions, the way he parted his pink lips to let out a moan when your pelvises touched, despite them being interrupted by your respective pants.

It all clued you into what he needed.

Peter knew he loved you the moment you pushed him on his bed and lowered yourself to his jeans.

“You don’t have to-“

“But I want to, Pete.”

fuck, that was the best blowjob he had ever had.

he writhed and moaned under your touch, causing you to push his hips down.

“Baby, m’gonna cum. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna..” he babbled, barely coherent.

You let him finish in your mouth, then slowly let it drip down your naked body.

Yeah, he loved you.

While he loved seeing his cock in your mouth, he loved seeing you use his mouth as a seat more.

He absolutely adores the way you taste.

His tongue is so hot and so wet, and he’s so skilled with it too.

His favorite thing is when you cum on his face, grinding onto his mouth while he laps it all up.

He also really loves watching you ride him.

He just lays there like “huh I really am the most lucky dude 😌” Meanwhile you’re grasping onto whatever you can to help prop your body upright.

He is a slut for dirty talk. Specifically when it’s directed towards him.

“such a good boy, letting me use him and his cock. Why’re you trembling baby? I believe in you baby, come on I wanna see you cum all over that pretty belly of yours.”

He probably yelps when he cums.

Also he def enjoys getting pegged.

He saved up his money to buy a strapless strap on (it vibrates) <3

Fucking him in doggy style made him go a bit feral.

I also think he would enjoy overstim

like he’s already cum 3 times that night and you will not give his poor cock a break.

You just keep tugging on it no matter how much he yelps and squirms.

Peter in subspace- whew! lemme just tell yall-

Man loses any sense of time or place

He’s sitting there like 😵‍💫

You’ve probably had to help him put on boxers, help him to the bath, help him drink water, stuff like that.

Also I just wanna slide in that you forced him to watch porn by your side but he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, you were.

He also got an idea from said porn.

He puts on the normal strapon, and fucks you like he’s using his real dick.

He mostly just likes the degrading part.

“Yeah, this fake cock is fucking me better than your tiny little one does” its not tiny, its bigger than the strap tbh

His little heart breaks when he can’t feel your insides but he can feel your arousal on his lower stomach.

Its all worth it, because at the end of the night, if he’s been a good boy, he’ll get a reward.

Usually a blowjob but sometimes another round of him fucking you, only with his cock.

In conclusion: Tobey! Peter is a sub point blank periodt ✋🏻😌

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A Different Type of Cure

Summary: Finally, he's finally figured out the cure to your horrid little curse!

Surely his plan will all go just the way he pictured, with no tricks from you, right? ....right?

Pairing: Licorice Cookie x Reader

Warnings: None needed, some swearing, there's kissing and maybe some suggestive lines, the smallest bit of angst

Notes: Licorice thinks he finally figured out the cure to your curse, maybe you can help him with it. Gender neutral reader!

Sequel fic to A Different Type of Curse

All the positivity from the first chapter made me really happy.. I've never gotten responses like that before, I'm really glad you all liked it, and I hope you like this part too!! 💙

Finally, finally! After months and months of suffering from your damn curse, Licorice is positive he's figured out the cure! It may have taken awhile to think of a cure, he may have had to...ugh, ask for help, only because it was hard to focus due to the curse, if it wasn't for that he would have been done with you the moment you tried cursing him! It doesn't matter that he's been thinking about you for months, it doesn't matter he stays up far too late thinking about how soft your hands are, what it'd feel like to kiss you, it doesn't matter that he- Ahem! He isn't cured yet, he can't keep getting distracted like this..! He's so close to finally being free of these damn thoughts, he just needs to find you-  Licorice likes to think he's rather tall, but even if he is, it's not easy trying to find someone in a crowd, even if that someone is as beautiful as yo- this curse really is getting out of control.. Licorice ignored how the people he passed looked at him concerned, he was grumbling, obviously annoyed, he hated how he could tell he had gotten flustered from the warmth he felt from his cheeks on his hands. After he's cured he's going to make you pay for what you did to him, how? He doesn't know yet, but he doesn't care. Distracted by his thoughts he didn't hear the small gasp from behind him, he didn't hear the footsteps walking towards him despite how fast they were, what he did notice? He felt arms around him. A hug. Licorice stiffened and was about to curse out the fool that thought they could just run up and touch him, when he looked behind him and felt his blood run cold (or did he feel his heartbeat quicken? He doesn't know.) You. You. You were certainly brave, even if it was idiotic of you. Licorice opened his mouth to speak, his mouth felt incredibly dry all of a sudden, you seemed too- too excited, too happy to let him speak first. How truly disgusting, he thought. Though he was more disgusted at himself for thinking it was cute. "Licorice! I've been looking everywhere for you! It's been a few weeks since we last talked, I missed you!" The way you smiled at him, eyes shut while you giggled and told Licorice that you missed him.. It felt like he was dying. This was it, you knew he was trying to cure himself, you're trying to finish him off. His face was hot, his hands were sweaty, his heart- god his heart was beating so fast and loud he swore you could hear it. You were killing him. Licorice finally snapped out of his daze and realized you had spun him around so you were both facing each other, if his face got any hotter he felt like he'd catch on fire. "Y-you damn- you devil! you absolute witch! You think you- you think you can kill me? You think you can kill Licorice cookie?! Since we last talked I've been- I've been working hard on a cure to your damn curse, and you won't stop me now! I just need a few more things and I'll-"

he hated how the curse was making him weaker, the stutter in his voice, the way he couldn't keep eye contact with you, if he lived past this he was going to kill you. Licorice was about to start ranting again when he noticed something at the corner of your eyes, his breath hitched- There was no way, was this supposed to be the finishing move? The final act that killed him? Him making you cry? "D-don't you try that, y-you demon-" you cut him off, startling Licorice with your unusual tone. "Licorice I- thi-this whole curse joke was funny at first but..but I don't like it, did I do something to make you dislike me..? If I did-" you looked down, not wanting to look him in the eyes while you talked, That had to be what was supposed to end him. "Please just tell me..I'll leave you alone, I just wanna apologize for whatever I did."

Licorice felt a...a different ache in his chest, not the usual pains from thinking about you, this time the pain felt worse. "Y-you..I.." Licorice kept looking down at you, you glanced him and he turned his head, looking to the side, "If you..if you truly didn't curse me then who..who did? Who would try to kill me by making all my thoughts be about you...?" He mumbled the last part, apparently not quiet enough as it turns out, when he saw your head snap up. "Huh- what?? That's not.. Licorice can you tell me more about this uh..this curse?"

Licorice looked back down at you, your tears have stopped, it looks like you're blushing, what, were you cursed too? "...for.. months, months since we first met all of my thoughts..they've been plagued by you, it doesn't matter the time of day, what I'm doing, I can't get you out of my head, I start to feel sick, my face gets hot and sweaty, I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack the way my chest gets.. it's a curse, is it not? No normal person acts like this..!"

Licorice had shut his eyes when he began his explanation, fearing the face you'd make at him admitting weakness. And for good reason, you truly were a demon, you had started to giggle upon hearing his symptoms of the curse, it had to be because you- "I like you too, Licorice." He snapped his eyes open, mouth open in confusion as he looked down at you, You- you liked- you..you what? He..what? Huh?  "W-witch, I have no idea what you m-mean..!" Licorice's face had started to heat up again, much to his dismay. "Nerd, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either, and it's cause I like you, I have a crush on you, why do you think I've been looking for you? I was gonna finally confess when we talked but.. apparently you thought wanting to kiss me was a curse?"

You smiled up at him, obviously taunting him with your curse. "Y-you- HEY! I said no such thing about- about kissing you! I wouldn't dream of it! Even if I actually have dreamt abou- THAT'S- that doesn't matter! You won't be able to convince me you didn't curse me..!"

Licorice tried to stop from looking at your lips, he truly tried not too, but he couldn't help himself because of the curse, the curse he was slowly starting to believe he didn't actually have. Did he..was this really all because of a....a crush? "Mhm? You've never thought about it? Because I have, a lot. If you still think you have a curse, maybe a kiss would break the spell, that's how it always goes, right?"

You giggled again as you stepped closer, making Licorice back into a wall until it was right behind him. Maybe he..maybe he really wasn't cursed, and if he was...a kiss does usually break a spell, what would be the harm..? "F..fine, just one kiss, you witch.."

Licorice tried to hold in a laugh when he saw your surprised face, did you expect him to just yell and try and curse you? Cute. He admitted it, you were cute. It made his chest feel the same as before, his heart beating so fast he felt like he'd die, his face warm with a blush, hands sweaty, But it was nice. You made him feel nice. Licorice let out a laugh as he looked down at you,  "Come now, you're going to break this curse, yes? So hurry up and kiss me."

Perhaps it would take a few times to break the curse, the way your skin felt so soft when he placed his hand on your cheek, the way your lips felt even better than he imagined, the way he felt utter bliss when you two kissed.. Surely you'd have to do this again, and again, and again, and who knows how many more times. Breaking a curse was hard work, after all.

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risk it all - part 2

Here’s Part 1 if you wanna take a read! Risk It All

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

summary: Weeks after JJ confessed his feelings to Y/N, it's hard getting used to life without him

warnings: light swearing, mentions of sex, slight angst

a/n: Y’all I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this, things have just been a lil chaotic in my life but I am finally back and better than ever with part 2! I think it’s about 2.3k words, which is technically not that long but it’s definitely the most I’ve ever written on here. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

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You hadn’t heard a peep from JJ Maybank in ages. This wasn’t entirely unusual, as sometimes you’d go days without hearing from him until he texted you saying that he needed you. Other times, he wouldn’t stop texting you, whether it was sending you random thoughts throughout the day, or horrible jokes that always made you roll your eyes but smile anyways.

Your initial thought was that JJ would get over whatever feelings he had towards you and you’d be able to fall right back into your routine no problem. But as days turned into weeks with still no word from him, you began to realize that maybe it wasn’t just a silly crush.

You’d seen him around, of course—with a town as small as the Outer Banks, running into JJ and his friends was inevitable. He’d gone out of his way to avoid any interaction with you at all costs, even so much as crossing the street when he saw you making your way down the block in his direction.

But even though JJ was avoiding you, his friends definitely weren’t. Kiara was always shooting angry looks in your direction, while Pope and Sarah’s were more sad, John B’s more disappointed—which honestly made you feel even worse. The Wreck and Heyward’s grocery delivery service, even parties at the Boneyard were definite no-gos, because it seemed like the less chances you took to run into JJ, the better.

So you went on with your life, picking up extra shifts at work since your nights weren’t busy fooling around with a certain blond boy anymore, but in the back of your head was this constant nagging feeling that you soon realized was your brain’s way of telling you that you missed having JJ in your life, no matter how much you tried to ignore it.

You were doing pretty well, all things considered, until one day you ran into John B while restocking on some groceries.

You’d spotted his familiar head of messy brown curls from a few aisles away, but even though you did your best to steer clear of him, it was just your luck that you ended up face to face with him in the snack aisle.

“Hey, Y/N.” John B greeted you casually, like nothing had happened between you and his best friend.

“John B, hi.” You answered hesitantly, shifting your basket of groceries from one hand to the other. You couldn’t help but let your gaze dart around your surroundings, because if you had learned anything from your time with JJ, it was that wherever John B went, JJ was usually there too.

It was like John B had read your mind, because he sighed. “He’s not here. You can stop worrying.”

“Right.” You took an awkward step back. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, same as usual. Y’know how it goes during summertime.” He shrugged. You nodded, not really sure what else to say. The two of you stood in uncomfortable silence for a long time, but before you could make up some excuse on how you needed to be somewhere, John B spoke again. “You really got him fucked up, you know that right?”

And there it was. The proverbial elephant in the room. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t, Y/N, because I don’t think you’re that kind of person.” He sighed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you did.”

“I know. And I feel horrible about it.”

That much was true. You really did feel terrible about the way you’d handled things the last time you saw JJ. But if his behavior throughout the last couple weeks was any indicator, he probably never wanted to see you again.

“Then go talk to him.” John B said simply.

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening.” You snorted with a shake of your head. “He obviously doesn’t wanna talk to me, John B.”

“Then don’t give him a choice. If you wanna make this right, make him talk to you.” The brown haired boy insisted. “That’s kinda what I did to make him talk to you about his feelings in the first place.”

Your eyebrows flew up in surprise, and you were only half-joking when you responded. “Oh, so this is your fault then.” John B cracked a smile.

“Hey, you’re the one who broke JJ’s heart.”

“Shut up.”

“He’s bunking at the Chateau right now, if you were wondering.” He hummed, winking at you playfully before wandering away. You stared blankly after him for a little while, rooted to the spot in the middle of the aisle as you debated whether or not you actually had the guts to go confront JJ after all this time.

Now, twenty minutes and half an existential crisis later, you were standing in front of the Chateau—a place that was once familiar but had since grown distant in your mind, as you’d tried and failed to block out all thoughts of JJ and anything associated with him. Bringing your hand up to knock on the paint-chipped door, you hesitated.

What if JJ had decided he was better off without you? What if he hated you for the way you’d left things?

Before you could chicken out and run away, the door swung open, revealing the boy you’d just been thinking about. He looked the same as you remembered—all broad shoulders, smooth tan skin and wild blond hair that you’d previously grown used to seeing laying next to you in bed in the mornings. Not that you’d expected him to drastically change in a few weeks’ time, but it honestly had felt like forever since you’d seen him—like, actually seen him, not just quick stolen glances whenever you’d watched him avoid you in town.

JJ froze when his eyes landed on you, mouth falling open just slightly as he blinked at you slowly, like he couldn’t believe you were actually standing in front of him.

“Hi, JJ.” You said quietly, pressing your lips into a thin smile. He moved to close the door immediately, then paused halfway, pulling it back open like he wasn’t sure what to do. Then he took in a sharp breath, opening his mouth like he was about to say something but snapped it shut without saying a word. “Can we talk?”

A few more seconds passed before he answered. “I don’t—I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” This was the first time you’d heard his voice in weeks, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t missed the sound of it.

“Please?” JJ contemplated for another few seconds before nodding once, reluctantly stepping aside for you to step into the house. You hurried inside, worried that he would change his mind.

You hadn’t spent much time anywhere else in the Chateau besides JJ’s bedroom and occasionally the bathroom, but it looked just like you’d imagined it would—messy but cozy. There were beer cans on the counter and random pieces of clothing thrown on the backs of pretty much every chair in the vicinity, crooked picture frames on the wall and various books and scraps of paper scattered on the tables.

“It’s a mess, I know.” JJ leaned back against the wall right next to the front door, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he watched you take in the room.

“No, it’s…homey.”

“That’s just another word for messy.”

“It’s not—nevermind.”

“Y/N, why are you here?” He asked sharply, cutting straight to the point.

“I wanted to apologize,” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “For how I left things last time we saw each other.”

“You mean when you shot me down.” His voice held a slight bitterness to it, but you couldn’t blame him. You probably would’ve reacted more or less the same way.

“Yeah, that.”

“And when you told me we couldn’t be friends anymore.”

“Yep, I remember what I said. It was wrong of me, and I’m—”

“Y’know, I thought you of all people would understand what it’s like.” JJ pushed off the wall, snatching his red hat off the table next to him, twisting it in his hands as he paced back and forward in front of the couch.

“What what’s like?” You asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”

“What it’s like putting yourself out there and not getting the results you hoped for. I mean, that’s why we started hooking up in the first place, right? You were going through a dry spell.”

“Okay, we’re not doing this, JJ. I know I hurt you, and I’m trying to make it right, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “And by the way, you were the one begging me to help you out the first time we hooked up. So don’t act like we were doing this just for me.”

“I’m the asshole here? You’re the one who said we couldn’t be friends anymore. I thought this was what you wanted.”

“You thought I wanted you to blame me for everything that’s happened between us?” You were getting angry now, and so was JJ.

That was the thing about both of you. Neither of you were very good at dealing with conflict, which is why you’d decided to make this thing between you a strictly no strings attached deal from the get-go. It was fine when you were friends, but as soon as feelings got involved, things were bound to get messy. JJ had to have known that when he confessed to you, and it was exactly what you were worried would happen.

“JJ, you can’t blame me for the way you feel. That’s on you.” You gritted your teeth, trying not to blow up on him. “I was just doing what we’ve been doing. You’re the one who got attached.”

“Yeah, well, can you blame me?” He exclaimed, throwing down his hat on the sofa and raking his hands through his hair. “When we first started doing this, I thought it was gonna be easy. All I wanted was someone to help me out when I needed it, and you were there to do it. I thought to myself, “Hey, a pretty girl wants to have sex with me. This is great. This, I can do.’ And it was even better because we didn’t have to have the whole ‘I’m not looking for a relationship right now’ talk, because it was you, and I knew you’d understand.”

JJ was inching closer to you with each word, closing the distance between the two of you with what you could only call a desperate expression on his face. “But the more we did it, the more I saw you in a different light. And I hated the way it felt at first, I hated that I was catching feelings so fast when I promised that I wouldn’t. But I couldn’t help it. You…you’re perfect, Y/N, and I really like you. That hasn’t changed.”

“JJ…” He had you backed up against the table behind you by now, hands resting on either side of you and effectively caging you into this close proximity. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he dipped his head down, closer and closer to you.

And suddenly his mouth was on yours, kissing you slowly and and gently and not at all like he did when you were hooking up. It was a different feeling than when he was attacking your lips in bed, and instead of pulling away like your brain was screaming for you to, you found yourself kissing JJ back, instinctively bringing your hands up into his hair like you’d done so many times before. He groaned against your lips as your fingers threaded through his hair, pressing even closer to you until—

“JJ, stop,” You pulled away from him breathlessly, flattening your palms against the warm skin of his chest. The restless blond boy frowned, chasing your lips with his only for you to rear your head back away from his. “Stop it.”

“What?” He huffed, resting his hand on the curve of your waist.

“I’m not—I told you, I can’t be what you want me to be.” You said softly, feeling guilt coil in your stomach at the way JJ's face fell, just like it had the last time you'd uttered those same words. But this time was different. His jaw clenched as he moved to push away from you, but you grabbed his hand before he could. “Not…not yet.”

“Yet?”

You paused for a few seconds, wanting to get your jumbled thoughts in order before your next words. “With all the shit that’s happening in my life, I can’t give you everything that you want. I’m still not ready to be in a relationship right now.” JJ was hanging onto your every word, eyes searching yours for any hint of some cruel joke, but coming up short. “But one day, I will be. When that day comes, and I don’t really know when it will, I’m willing to give us a try.”

“Really?” He breathed, suddenly looking extremely hopeful.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, to wait for me—”

JJ shook his head quickly, so hard that his messy hair flopped over his eyes. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you, Y/N, I don’t care how long it takes.” He looked deadly serious, and that’s how you knew that he was being truthful.

JJ Maybank would wait for you as long as he had to.

“Alright then. Friends?”

“...With benefits?” He asked hopefully, tilting his head.

“Just friends, JJ.” You chuckled. “For now.”

“For now.” He bobbed his head. “Can I kiss you one more time though? Just so I can engrain it into my brain until next time.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Got it. Sorry. Friends is good.”

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Meltdown

Spooky month (John x Jack)

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, yelling, violence, self harm, blood, meltdown, (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one is in need of help in anyway please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know it gets better <3

Jack and John sat in their office chipping away at their police work. John looked up at his boyfriend every now and then, making sure he wasn’t getting overwhelmed. John figured out easily that work often caused stress. Being one of the only police officers was hard sometimes. The station phone began to ring, Jack looks up a little startled. John sighs in annoyance and answers it. 

“Hello.” He says in a numb and gruff voice. Jack plays with his fingers listening to the conversation.

“Okay.. yes ma’am.” John signals for Jack to start getting ready. Jack tilts his head, not understanding.

“C-...Calm down ma’am, we’re on our way.” John hangs up and with a huff stands up.

“Come on Jack, we have to deal with a domestic dispute.” He slips on his jacket and grabs a cigarette lighting it.

“Oh okay, where is it?” Jack asks rushing to John’s side. 

“Just a few blocks from here, not far.” They both leave the station, Jack gets into the driver's side of the car. They begin to drive to the location as John explains the situation to Jack.

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When they got onto the street they could tell that they had arrived. A couple screaming at each other, their kids crying and some neighbors watching. Jack pulls up and they both get out. John immediately went to quiet the people down and try to understand what was going on. Jack followed behind a bit slowly, god it was loud. He should’ve brought his headphones to block out the sound.

“Ma’am- Ma’am are you the one who called me?” John asked once he got them to somewhat calm down.

“Oh, so you called the fucking cops on me?! This is so fucking great for the kids to see!” The husband yells, Jack winces at the man’s harsh and loud tone.

“Sir, you need to calm down.”

“No I need my fucking kids, and for that bitch to leave!” He screamed in John’s face. Jack's hands started to get clammy, he closes them and opens them at a slow pace without even realizing it.

“Jack- can you please handle the wife and kids? I’ll get the husband.” John sighs speaking lowly to Jack.

“Uh-yeah sure,” Jack says snapping out of his daze, he leads the wife and her kids over to the other side of the yard. The wife kneels next to her kids and hugs them crying. Jack pulls out a notebook and pen, he opens to a clean page. He tried his best to ignore John and the husband, along with his approaching headache. He could get through this.

“Hello, ma’am can you please tell me how this dispute started.” 

“I don’t understand why do you need to know that?” She asks with an annoyed but sad tone.

“For the police record ma’am.” The wife sighs and rolls her eyes. She answers a few of his questions. Jack's mind couldn’t ignore the husband screaming at John in the background. As he recorded the information the wife was telling him, Jack's chest began to tighten. Jack turns to his partner, he started to feel a little warm. He takes a deep breath and grabs onto the hem of his sweater, he clenches it and unclenches it. He felt lightheaded and weak as he walked over, he take a deep breath telling himself that it was better to leave than cause a meltdown. He needed to tell John though. Before Jack could even reach John the husband punched him in the face. Jack runs over and tries to contain the husband, unfortunately, the man elbows Jack in the stomach. Jack drops to the ground, he swore he heard someone call his name but everything sounded muffled. Jack was hyper-aware of the tears filling his eyes and leaking down his face. The pain in his gut was too much, everything was too much. 

He didn’t make any intent to move himself off the ground. He shuts his eyes, and one of his hands moves to his arm. He digs his nails into his skin doing the same clenching and unclenching motion. A hand touches him, he lets out an audible noise. The hand lifts off of him, and a pair of headphones are shown to him. He immediately takes them, shoving them into his ears. He felt a little better listening to his favorite music. He looked up and John stood there.

“Come on Jack, let’s get you out of here.” John goes to help Jack up but he shakes his head, John gives him space. Jack gets up and lets John slowly lead him to the car. Once inside John grabs a stress ball, he hands it to Jack. Jack stares at the blue stress ball as he squeezes it until he’s calmed down enough to stop crying and could breathe regularly. John starts the car and begins to drive.

John takes his eyes off the road at every red light and every small chance he got to make sure Jack was still going well. He pulls into a building's parking lot. John got out of the car leaving Jack alone. Jack closes his eyes focusing on his breathing, the music, and his stress toy. He was calmed down by the time John came back into the car. Jack leans back in the seat with a sigh, he was tired and his headache was becoming more of a problem.

“Doing better?” John asks, watching his volume. Jack nods a little bit not opening his eyes. John sets a box of donuts in between them.

“Was it the punch that caused it?” John asks starting the car and begins the drive to their home.

“No,” Jack almost whispers, “I was beginning to feel it before that.”

“I got doughnuts and some water for you.” Jack smiles a little, immediately going forward some. He was really hungry and thirsty.

“Thank you,” Jack says quietly, John nods.

Once home the pair got home Jack was set up in his room by John. He had checked over his arm and cleaned up the small amount of blood leaking from it. John made sure the room was dark and his favorite music was playing in the background. Of course not forgetting his doughnuts and water. Just in case he also had a few stress toys.

Jack yawns and cuddles closer to John. 

“Thank you.” John chuckles at his boyfriend's droopy eyes. 

“Of course Jack, now get some rest.” Jack gives a small hum already half asleep.

“I love you, Jack.”

“Love you too,” Jack says half drunk from sleep.