#ANYMORE AND JUST HOLD HIM AT ARMS REACH. HE FEELS ALONE AND HOPELESS

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i swear if qforever doesnt get a nice and healing reunion with richas and tallulah i am exploding that server myself

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Better Than Revenge

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: uhhhh in accidentally posting the wrong thing I think I wrote the wrong request at some point so you know what there’s gonna be a bonus story okay. OKAY now that I’m reading this I’m- I think- I did the request wrong and uhhh….. well here’s you know evidently another bonus fic I hate everything 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Eddie can literally hear Buck laughing all the way to the truck, okay maybe not all the way but a damn good ways down the hall that’s for sure

He has no fucking clue how he got locked in a closet, but he did. At least he wasn’t alone… he looks over at you, sitting with your ankles crossed on the floor. Your head hung so low he can’t bear to look at you anymore without asking 

And he really shouldn’t. 

He should just keep to himself, he should just-

“Are you okay?” 

Dammit Eddie. 

“Huh?” You look up at him, your face stained with tears and it breaks his heart, his Mexican, telenovela, hopeless romantic heart. Because you’re so pretty and you smell so good and is this stupid room getting smaller?? 

Okay, that was a bit much but you get it. He gets on one knee, pulls his glove off with his teeth, and reaches for you, tilting your head up

“Hey… hey what’s going on? Are you hurt? Did something happen??” 

His inner hero is practically clawing at its enclosure to save help girl, this really really, pretty girl. 

And your inner…. Uh, something is clawing at its enclosure to jump this man. 

“No! No, it’s- not it’s nothing like that” you laugh awkwardly, wiping at your tears quickly. “I- I'm sorry” You shove those thoughts very very (not) very far away as you try to control your tears 

“No please, don’t apologize… are you okay?” Eddie comes to sit next to you, plopping down on the cement floor. He takes his helmet off along with his other glove and gets comfy… they’re gonna be there for a while. 

“I’m… yeah I’m fine” you sniffle, shrugging your shoulders weakly. He nods slowly, looking down at his helmet in his hands 

“You know…. If you tell me the truth-“ he picks it up, setting it down carefully on your head “I’ll let you wear the helmet” 

You snort, nudging him with your shoulder and shaking your head slowly “I’m not five oh my god” you giggle as you hold the helmet on your head and look up at him 

“Yeah, but it got you to smile didn’t it?” He shrugs off his jacket, the room may be small but it is entirely concrete and entirely underground, he can feel the chill in the air as he puts it over your shoulders, the frayed, distressed shorts and oversized crop top not really cutting it down here. 

You hug the jacket to your body, sticking your arms through the holes. It smells good, kind of smokey, kind of earthy, definitely something that’s probably signature him.

“Alright, I’ve given you my coat, and my hat. Now you gotta tell me what’s wrong” he nudges you back and you smile a little more, rolling your eyes 

“Okay fine. I came to visit my boyfriend? He’s got an office near almost the top floor. Well… uh- it was supposed to be a surprise! But you know… imagine my surprise… when this fucking asshole has his secretary bent over his desk!” 

Eddie’s mouth drops open when you say that, he splutters, gesturing wildly and you nod vigorously 

“Yeah!!! And she knew he had a girlfriend! She knows me!!!” 

He gasps so loudly it echoes around the room

“Are- are you?!!! Are you shitting me?!” He grabs his radio from his jacket, clicking it 

“Buck?… oh my god Buck I have tea” 

You fall against him laughing as Buck answers back 

“Oh my god, spill” 

Eddie repeats back what you said, and Buck is gasping wildly, reacting absolutely ridiculously 

“Oh you tell me what the fuck this asshole looks like”

“No no I-“

“I’m not gonna beat his ass yet. I just want to know if he even stuck around” 

You roll your eyes, describing him and Buck scoffs “Oh. That guy.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was worried about his office. Said he’s got a nice set of golf clubs he’d gotten for his birthday in there, his prized possession”

Eddie looks at you as you blink back tears “T-that’s all he said? That’s all he’s worried about?” You ask, your voice cracking and Eddie has to look away for a second 

“Uh yeah… I’m- I’m sorry kiddo, maybe he doesn’t know you’re in there. Let me find out okay?” 

“Okay” 

You set the radio down and stare at the wall, just waiting quietly. Eddie reaches out for you, catching a tear as it falls down your cheek 

“He probably doesn’t know” 

“He does” you sniff, wiping at your tears and sighing loudly “No. he uh- he fucking knows.” You laugh bitterly 

“Y/N come on there’s no way he-“

“He fucking knew” Buck growls back into the radio and Eddie picks it up 

“Are you shitting me?!” 

“It’s okay!” Buck perks up “I punched him in his stupid fucking face!!” 

Your head whips to the radio as Eddie laughs “You did what?!” You squeak your face lighting up 

“Oh, Buck I could kiss you!!” 

“Give it to Eddie for me, I’m sure he’d love that” 

“Oh my god she’s not gonna-“

“Bet” 

You pull him toward you, kissing him slowly, his hands come to your waist immediately, squeezing lightly as he kisses you back. He moans quietly into your mouth, his lips moving in sync with yours and you purr softly. You pull away a little and he follows you, making a little “nuh huh” noise, and you giggle, letting him cup the back of your head, kissing you deeper. Your hand comes up his chest, fingers pulling at the bottom of his hair when Buck clears his throat 

“A-are you guys actually kissing?” 

Eddie lets you pull away this time, letting his head rest against the wall behind him as he stares at you. You stare back, your cheeks pink as you wet your lips 

“Uh- no?” Eddie answers back and you snort 

“That was not very convincing,” You and Buck say in unison. You giggle and go to stand up to stretch your legs out when there’s a sudden loud rumbling noise 

“Edd-“ the radio buzzes as the sound gets louder 

“Y/N! Come over “ He yanks you down into his lap, pulling you tight into his body as he turns you both over, shielding you. A few panels fall loose from the ceiling around and you scream when something giant hits the door, putting a large dent in it  

“Eddie?? Eddie, are you okay? Y/N?? Anyone??” 

You sneeze as the dust settles, and Eddie pulls away from you 

“That’s your sneeze?” He coughs a little and you punch him in the shoulder 

“What’s that supposed to mean!” 

“Oh nothing… little kitty” He coos and you pick up one of the ceiling panels and threaten to hit him with it 

“Please, please anyone??” You hear Buck’s voice. Watery and worried 

“Buck? Hey, it’s us we’re okay it’s us. What happened??” 

“Oh thank god. Oh god Eddie the building settled, you guys are…. A bit more stuck. Is everything okay in there? Is Y/N okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay. We’re both okay, just a little dusty… how much is “a bit”?”

“We’re gonna need a crane,” he says bluntly and Eddie groans 

“And we’re not high enough on the list are we?” 

“List?” You ask quietly 

“As long as neither of you are hurt and everything is still structurally sound? No.” 

Eddie sighs and looks at you “Other people need that crane more than you and I do”

“So now we’re really really stuck huh?” 

“Yup” 

It’s been two hours since the door had been blocked. You’ve got your head in Eddie’s lap as he strokes your hair slowly, listening to you talk. You’ve both gone back and forth, discussing a lot of different things, a lot of deep things that a stranger knowing wouldn’t really hurt anything…

“You think one day you’ll feel normal?” You ask quietly, picking at his pants and he shrugs, looking down at your hair around his lap 

“I don’t know” 

“For what it’s worth? I hope you find your peace Eddie… I really do” you mumble and he smiles softly 

“I dunno… this has been pretty peaceful” He chuckles quietly “Thanks uh… thanks for listening”

“Hey? What are “locked in a closet” buddies for?” 

You sit up, giving him a little kiss on the cheek, and push yourself up. He looks at you as you stretch above him, admiring your plush curves from his position on the floor. 

It wasn’t the first time the conversation had turned a little steamy, a little flirty. But it was the first time he’d felt a little bit of a pull toward you. Especially after the things he’d just told you, for the first time, he felt heard… he felt seen. Not to mention that freaking kiss, he couldn’t take his mind off of it, the feel of your lips against his, the way your body felt against him. 

“You know uh… you’re really beautiful. I can’t believe Jared fucking cheated on you.” 

Your cheeks flush as you look down at him, he’s sat between your legs, his ankles crossed. There’s no harm in letting you know how pretty he thinks you are…

“You uh… you really think so?” You blush and he nods slowly 

“He’s never seen you in a fireman’s uniform huh? Never seen the way it drowns you.” 

“Well I mean- he’s not as big as you are” 

You mean how tall he is, how… big his arms are, how broad his shoulders are- 

“I didn’t think he was… leaving such a pretty little thing like you”

“Are you flirting with me?” You turn away, toward the blocked door, and you hear his legs uncross, widening his stance. 

“Maybe? Would you mind if I was?” He twiddles his thumbs and you turn back, reaching down and grabbing his gloves, he watches you slide them on, drowning in his work outfit and it’s doing things to him if he’s being honest. Is this a kink? It feels like a new kink. 

“It’s helpful… in- in a moment where I’m not feeling so hot you know?”

“Are you joking?? You’re gonna let that asshole make you feel like you’re not the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen? To ever exist??”

You laugh a little “Oh come on Eddie? The-“

“Hottest.” He interrupts you not even giving you room to fight him 

“I still think you’re just saying that. But thank you” You give him a little bow and he pulls you down by the jacket and you stumble onto his lap 

“Hey be careful! You might-“ 

He presses his lips to yours, his hands coming up and cupping your face. You shortcircuit for a second and he smirks against your lips. He takes your hands one by one sets them on his chest and nips at your bottom lip when you curl your fingers around his shirt 

“Now you’re getting it” He whispers breathily before slipping his tongue past your lips, taking full advantage of your floundering and exploring your mouth. His hands start to roam, sliding beneath the oversized coat and gently across your bare middle. He hums appreciatively as they come up under your shirt, the tips of his fingers trailing across the bottom of your bra 

“You can tell me to stop” He kisses down your jaw, biting on the nape of your neck and you gasp softly, melting into his body 

“N-no fucking chance. God, you’re kissing me better than he ever did” 

Eddie looks up at you as he sucks and nibbles at your collarbone “Bet there’s a whole lot of things I can do better than he ever did…” His hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently and massaging them slowly 

“We’re alone… and it seems like we’ve got time…” You trail off, your cheeks blushing and you feel him grin against your skin 

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” 

“That depends on what you think I’m suggesting” 

Eddie takes the radio from his jacket again “Hey Buck, you there?” 

“Always” 

“Is Jared out there?” 

The line is silent for a moment and you take that opportunity to surprise Eddie, rocking your hips forward on him and attacking his lips. You kiss him frantically, your hands threading through his hair and pulling him closer. He chuckles wickedly, pushing you back onto the floor and settling between your legs, you struggle out of the coat and he laughs, helping you get it off 

“Eddie?” Buck's voice comes through the radio and he stretches to reach for it while unbuttoning your shorts at the same time 

“Here” He answers, watching you desperately unbutton his shirt 

“Why do you have so many!?” You hiss and he snorts, just ripping it open the rest of the way 

“Better??” 

You’re practically drooling over his chest, his skin smooth and tanned. You blink slowly as Buck comes back 

“Yeah, he’s definitely still here. Trust me, I’ve been making him feel as guilty as possible. I gotchu Y/N”

You pull your shirt over your head, and Eddie bites his lip 

“Damn…” 

you grin wickedly as you pull your arms from your bra straps, pushing it further down your waist and out of the way, the cool air around you causing your nipples to pebble 

“Jesus fuckin-“

“Eddie?? You there?” 

You reach forward and click the button “He’s here. Thanks for making Jared feel guilty!” 

Eddie takes your breasts in his hands, kneading them slowly, squeezing and teasing your nipples. He leans forward, kissing the valley between your breasts, pulling them together, and rubbing his face against them. He bites the sensitive skin gently, leaving teeth marks and little bruises behind. Your breath hitches, tugging at his hair and egging him on to do it again and again. 

“Fuck you’re hot” His hips grind down into yours and your thighs shake 

“I want you, Y/N” 

“Hey guys if you’re doing what I think you’re doing, Revenge sex is the way to go. Trust me I’ve been telling Jared all about how amazing and cool and sexy Eddie is!” Buck squeals through the radio and Eddie rolls his eyes as you giggle 

“Thanks, man. Thank you, uh we’re just- we’re-“ You shimmy out of your shorts, revealing the tiny thong you’d put on as a surprise and now it’s Eddie’s turn to short circuit. He stares at the sheer material covering your dripping sex. He drags his finger over the top of them, enjoying the way your slick coats his finger 

“You’re???” Buck radios and you reach forward, taking the radio back 

“Let that asshole know he’s been replaced” 

You toss it aside, Buck is making some weird strangled screaming noise and screaming at Jared when the radio cuts off. Eddie’s pants are off as fast as he possibly can and he’s stroking his cock between your thighs 

His eyes darken as he lines up his cock with your entrance, pushing inside you slowly. You’re tight, and he relishes the feeling of being inside you.

“O-oh my god- Fuck” You wriggle under him, adjusting to his size as best you can “H-holy sh-“

“Bigger?” His voice is so haughty and confident and you nod quickly, squirming 

“Sooooo much bigger” 

“You gonna be okay?” He puts his hand on your tummy, pushing you back down and you gasp loudly “Need more time?” He asks teasingly as his hips start to move slowly.

You shake your head, reaching for him and he grins, leaning into you as you rip off his gloves and claw at his back, your body arching into him eagerly 

Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, his hips moving in slow, deep thrusts. He kisses your neck, his other hand gripping your ass, guiding his cock in and out of your wet heat.

“You feel so good,” he pants, his pace picking up. He’s relentless, his cock hitting your G-spot with each thrust. Your legs fall open wider, your body bouncing with each snap of his hips. 

Eddie grins, feeling your legs spread wider, giving him better access. He picks up the pace, his thrusts now brutal, his cock slamming into you with every movement. “You like that, don’t you? You like it rough?” He growls, his hand gripping your throat, squeezing gently.

You’re so close, the building tension threatening to explode. Eddie can feel it too, his own release building with each thrust. He pounds into you, his grip on your throat tightening, the combination of pain and pleasure driving you both over the edge.

Eddie moans your name, his cock pulsing inside you as he comes. You cry out, your body convulsing as you reach your own climax. He holds you close, his breathing heavy as he rides out the aftershocks.

“Damn, that was hot,” he pants, his cock still buried inside you. 

“S-so- so-“ You sound delirious as he releases your throat and pulls out, leaving a trail of cum between your legs. 

“Fuck” He mumbles as he falls next to, pulling you into his arms. You curl into his body, nuzzling your nose against his chest and he buries his face in your hair 

“Uh huh” you giggle, your voice muffled 

“I- I realize” he clears his throat “We uh- we did this a bit backward… but Buck is having a cookout this weekend…you wanna be my date?” 

“Will there be other sexy firefighters?” You look up at him and he rolls his eyes, chuckling and giving your butt a little spank 

“Not as sexy as me… will you do me the honor? Y/N” 

“I’ll be there… you want my number?” You grin sleepily 

“Mhmmm” He turns over, covering you more with his body to keep you warm “Need your address too so I can pick you up” 

“What a gentleman” You giggle and he kisses your nose 

“Can I ask you somethin else?” 

“Uh-huh” 

“You uh…. Think you might be okay with just skipping to being my girlfriend?” 

“That depends” You murmur, your voice becoming a lot softer as you start to fall asleep 

“On?” He gives you a little nudge so you wake up 

“If you don’t mind skipping straight to being my boyfriend?“

“Oh hell yes” 

You’re not really sure how long you've been asleep, but Eddie is shaking you gently. Your clothes are back on properly and you’re wrapped up in his jacket still. He’s got his clothes back on and his shirt is as closed as he can get it. You can hear the sounds of the crane working to get you two out 

“Time to leave?” You ask, rubbing your eyes and Eddie gives you a thumbs up 

“Time to leave baby girl” 

Your cheeks flush deeply, It had felt like a dream honestly, you weren’t even sure it had happened. But when Eddie grabs your hips and kisses you again desperately you know it wasn’t. 

The door flies open and slams against the wall, you shriek as you pull away, covering your eyes from the sunlight on your face

“Y/N!!!, Eddie!!” 

You recognize the voice from the radio as he comes over and scoops you up, hugging you as tightly as he can 

“You’re okay!!” 

Eddie gets up from the floor, groaning loudly and stretching his back “I am too damn old for this” 

You snort as Buck picks Eddie’s helmet up off the floor and sets it on your head 

“You ready to get out of here cutie?” Buck takes your hand and you look up at Eddie who shrugs his shoulders 

“I’m ready” 

Buck helps you out carefully, climbing over a few pieces of debris left in the way. 

“Hey, you sure you didn’t get hurt?” He’s standing in front of you, his hands on your hips as he steadies you. Eddie lands on his feet easily, adjusting his shirt again to try and keep it closed 

“What uh- what do you mean?” You ask as you shrug off Eddie’s coat and hand it to him 

“You’re walking funny, honey. And you wince every time-“ He stops for a minute, his eyes widening 

“Did- did you guys actually-“ 

He’s interrupted by a man calling your name, he’s got a black eye and you slap your hand over your mouth 

“You seriously punched him?!” You laugh to Buck as Jared comes over 

“And it’s so worth the amount of trouble I got in” He snickers as Jared stops in front of you 

“Baby?? Baby, are you okay?” He holds your arms, looking you over and you blink slowly

“Are you kidding?? I thought when I ran out of your office screaming that we were over? That was enough to let you know Hey! We’re over!” 

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Jared chuckles awkwardly “That- that didn’t happen, honey”

Buck whirls on him and he flinches a little but keeps his eyes on you. Eddie is sitting quietly in the back of the ambulance being looked over 

“Uhhh what??” You scoff in bewilderment 

“Gosh Baby” he laughs, “I think you hit your head, sweetie” 

Your mouth drops open and you shove Jared away 

“I know- I fucking know” you shout “You are not trying to convince me I didn’t see you fucking Angela!!!!” 

“Y/N honey you need to calm down. This is not the way my girlfriend should be-“

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Eddie is up and he’s on the ground. It happens so fast you’re not even sure you saw it, Eddie punched him right across the face, sending him spinning to the ground 

“I think you mean my girlfriend. Come on gorgeous let’s go get something to eat I’m starving.” 

Buck runs in circles screaming and pointing at Jared as Eddie puts his arm over your shoulders and you proudly lead him over to your car. 

“Yo you just got yo ass WHOOPED” 

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Break-Up Reaction (Hyung Line)

A/N: just decided to do a reaction there will be a another version for the rest of the members soon just a small thing to hold you guys over hope you enjoy. I can’t seem to do the keep reading link so I’ll fix it when I get to my computer so sorry about that

Chan:

You stare at your lock screen, NO NEW MESSAGES, it reads. You should have expected as much. Chan never responded anymore. You look at the time 2:36 a.m. the small clock reads, the wallpaper photo laughing at your loneliness as you stare at the smile plastered on Chan’s face on the screen. You couldn’t remember the last time you had actually heard from him, a month ago? Maybe two? You weren't sure, only thing you knew was your phone was filled with unanswered calls and ignored messages on his part. You stare around the room, now void of all of your things. Your bags packed away in your trunk. You don’t know why you’ve stayed that way for the past two days. Your life packed up and ready to be started somewhere else. But something kept holding you back.  

Maybe it was your need to see him one more time before you left. Maybe it was your hope for him to beg you to stay, but he’d have to come home to even know what's going on. You knew he didn’t even read your message to come home and talk yet, here you were alone. You bit your lip, maybe it was hopeless, waiting for him to come home; still here you sat on what was now his bed, in his home waiting for him to come back so you can inform him of your departure. Your heart sank as a small ping rings through the air.  

NEW MESSAGE: CHAN ❤️ 

I'm sorry, I'll come home tomorrow night. I miss you so fucking much  

You felt the tears run down your face. Opting to ignore his message, you sob to yourself. It was always the same thing and tomorrow never came for the past month that was always the only thing you heard. You were tired of waiting for tomorrow night, you were tired of waiting for him. So, with a heavy heart you lift yourself from the bed. Taking one last look at the memory of you two, you make your way to the door. Your hands are shaky as you grab your purse. Pulling your keys, you take the house key off placing it on the key ring on the wall. You grab your jacket; something reflects off the light. You stared at your right hand, there it sat, the last thing that would tie you to him. Your promise ring, your heart cracks as you fiddle with the object, circling it around your finger a few times before taking it off and placing it on the wooden shoe rack next to the door. You give one last look at your former apartment before making your way to your car and driving away with tears in your eyes.

Chan felt his heart soar as he finally parked in the driveway.  He felt like he was going to cry as he pulled himself out of the car, he needed to see you. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he had drowned in your presence. He needed to feel you in his arms whilst he finally lay in his bed and get some much-needed sleep. He let out a heavy sigh as he unlocked the door, placing his keys on the ring, he noticed a single key. His eyes scrunch in confusion as he takes his shoes off, something catches his eye shimmering under the light. His heart drops as he recognizes the ring that once adorned your finger. Only then does he notice your presence is gone. Your blanket that once lay on the couch with your books on the coffee table completely missing. His eyes flash toward the bedroom “Babe?!” He called as he took slow hesitant steps toward the door “please….” His eyes watered his breath was trapped in his throat “….be here” he begged to himself. With heavy breath he opens the door, the bed is made, little reminders of you completely erased. He rushed into the room pulling out the drawers that once contained your clothes “No…” he cried as he stumbled back toward the bed. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. Immediately dialing your number as tears burned his eyes. “Answer…. Please…answer” he begs into the phone his heart cracks as he’s greeted by your voicemail. “No....fuck please...” 

To: Y/N 💕 

  Where are you?  

Please just answer my calls 

I’m sorry whatever I did whatever. happened please just tell me  

Come home please come home  

I’m sorry fuck answer please don’t do this to me I love you  

I love you so much I’m sorry I’m sorry please I’m home now please come back I won’t leave again I can be here with you now please answer me  

I need to hear your voice I need to know you’re okay come home to me please I’m sorry without you im nothing  

     Seen at 11:32 pm

Minho-

” Why can’t you just get out of my way for fucking once!” Minho exclaimed. You rolled your eyes as you silently fumed. You couldn’t possibly see how it was your fault as he had run into you, you let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry…” you pout, taking slow timid steps toward him “D-do you work today?” You ask timidly, placing your hand on his shoulder softly only for your hand to be shoved off, he nods in response not looking at you. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you bite your lip softly, “C-can we d-do something if you don’t get out too late? I miss you” you ponder, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind “Why are you always up my ass like honestly Y/N, can you ever just stop being so damn clingy?! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE” He states as he pulls your arms from around him and stomps his way toward your bedroom. 

You nod with tears in your eyes as you make your way toward the bathroom you could feel his eyes on you as you closed the door behind you. Locking it, you feel your breath is shaky. You were used to it. He continuously reminded you of how much you were a burden on his life. You could remember the days he begged you not to leave his arms in the early mornings before his practices. You don’t know what had changed, he was always a little standoffish, but he was never this blatantly cold and mean. Your heart sang praises as you entered the shower. The warm water kisses your skin. You could hear the front door slam closed signifying Minho’s departure. You sigh to yourself as you pull yourself out of the shower and into your shared bedroom. You had a few hours to give Minho what he wanted. You pull your clothes on and begin packing your things. If Minho wanted to be left alone then you would give that to him. Your presence seemed to ruin his mood every day and you couldn’t make him happy anymore.  

You were grateful that you had finished packing the few things you had brought into the relationship only a couple hours later. You were trying to do everything quickly before Minho came home so you could avoid the tears that would fall from your eyes at the satisfied look on his face at your departure.  Hearing a low honk from outside, you let out a heavy sigh as you pick up one of the bags. You make your way to the taxi you had called. Placing bag after bag into the trunk. “I'm sorry I think there's just one more” You apologize to the driver who sits in annoyance at your lack of speed. Rushing back through the door you take one final look around, checking for anything you could have missed. Your eyes land on the picture placed on the side of the bed. You and Minho, with a big smile on your faces, caked decorating Minho’s lips and cheeks whilst his members squeezed you two together in attempts to get in the photo. A sad smile is held on your lips at the memory, your heart cracks as you stare at Minho’s smile.  

A look you haven't seen for a long time, you wished you could go back to that time and cherish every bit of happiness he showed you. The taxi driver honking pulls you out of your thoughts. Placing the photo back on the nightstand, you take your final trip out the door with the last bag. Opening the back passenger door, you place the bag on the seat behind the driver before you feel a hand encasing your wrist. You jump in shock as you turn to face the culprit, you're met with a wide-eyed Minho. His mouth hung open; eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “W-what’s going on? W-where are you going?” He stammered. Your eyes drift to the ground as you shuffle on back and forth on your feet “I'm sorry, I thought I would be gone before you got back, I'm going now though” your bottom lip, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “Goodbye Minho” you whispered as you pull your wrist from his grip and close the door telling the driver your parents address. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as you drove away.  

Minho stood in shock not comprehending your words as he stared at your crying figure in the vehicle. So many questions circled around in his head. Why had you left? Where were you going? Why hadn't you told him you had planned a trip somewhere? Why did you want to leave before he got back? Did you take him seriously earlier? His heart clenched at that one, you didn’t---you couldn’t have. You know he didn’t mean it; you must know he didn’t mean it. He loves you, fuck he loves you he doesn’t want you to leave him alone, if anything it was the opposite. He was the clingy one, he needed you around him all the time to even be able to get out of bed and you had to have known that he was just mad, you wouldn’t leave him over it, right? Right? You love him you couldn’t leave. His eyes watered as the cab drove away. His breath got caught in his throat. You were leaving, you were going to leave and not come back. His legs acted of their own accord as he chased after the car, tears streamed down his face as he called your name. His legs felt like jelly as he felt his ability to breath dwindle. Please...just keep going Minho he begged himself. Sobs ripped through his chest as he collapsed to his knees. Fuck come back...... he cried to nothing.  

Changbin:

“You never listen! Like seriously Y/N! I’m tired of telling you shit only for you to fucking ignore me!” Changbin exclaimed. You couldn’t remember how the fight had started some hours ago, the only thing you were sure of was that it was over, something that wasn’t as important as both of your anger had suggested. “Oh, I never listen?! How many times have I asked you to pick me up from work only to walk home…in the rain I might add? You continuously ignore things I’ve asked of you, and you are rarely ever here!” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you roll your eyes. You could feel the fire from Changbin’s glare burning into your face. “Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t want to be around you?  You’re fucking infuriating! You never even try to listen to my point of view! You continuously go against me every chance you get!” He growls his eyes in a scowl. You feel tears welling up in your eyes as he continues his rant.  

“So why are you even with me then?!” You spit. He shakes his head in response “honestly, I have no clue…this is a waste of my time and a mistake” you feel your heart clench at his words, you scoff “good to know…”  with a definitive nod you stomp toward his bedroom grabbing your keys phone and purse. You saw nothing but red as you barreled your way to the door. As you exit his room you give him one last look “I won’t waste anymore of your time Changbin, let’s not keep making this mistake then” you state, tears running down your cheeks. You stare at him; his eyes wide and full of guilt. “Baby—no please just—just don’t. I’m done since this is such a mistake to you then I think you should just forget about me” you cut him off. His eyes fill with tears at your words as he shakes his head rapidly, his hands reaching out for you “N-No, c-come on this is stupid. We can fix this I'm sorry I didn’t mean that I was just angry” his voice is panicked, you stand in place shaking your head at his words. “Those aren't things you say just because you're mad, it's how you’ve felt for a while.” You respond dejectedly.  

His figure is shaking as he looks around the room, tears flowing down his cheeks. “I-it's not like that! I'm serious please believe me, you're not a mistake, were not a mistake I'm just stupid please don’t go” He begs. “I'm sorry Changbin, but I don’t think I’d be able to get over this. I'm always going to feel like you feel trapped with me, and it wouldn’t be healthy for us.” he gives you a small nod “I love you; I need you to believe that. Please believe that my love for you can help. I don’t want you to go, I don’t want to lose you. Fuck you're the best thing that’s happened to me in so long. Please don’t leave me.” Your face is warm at his words. Your tears still streaming down your face, as you release a sigh from your throat, “I'm sorry I just need time” you state with a whisper as you make your way out the door.  

Hyunjin:

Your hands were clammy and shaking around the basket, as you made your way through the JYPE building. You had only been here a select few times, and you were always able to figure out where you were as you usually went with Hyunjin. Whilst you were sitting in your dorm you felt the rush of loneliness, so you decided to surprise your boyfriend and his members with Tteokbokki, Bulgogi, and Chuncheon Dakgalbi. You knew they practice for hours without a break, so you figured they’d appreciate not having to order out for once. You were also excited to see Hyunjin as you haven't seen him other than in videocall for weeks. You were excited for their comeback, but you also hated that it took time away from you to spend with him. A smile forms on your lips as you see the familiar practice room. You can hear their voices booming through the door. Reaching for the handle you freeze as you hear Jeongin ask “Hyung, what's going on with you and Y/N?” your ears perk up at the mention of your name. What did he mean? “What do you mean?” You hear Hyunjin respond, annoyance lacing his tone. 

“Well...it's just we haven't seen her in a while, and I could just be guessing here but it just seems like something's off. You always seem annoyed when we mention Y/N. I was just making sure you guys didn’t break up or something and we were making it awkward by bringing her up” He states shyly. You smile to yourself. Jeongin had been the first member you had met from Stray Kids, long before you began dating Hyunjin. You appreciated that he felt like getting answers for you. You went to push the door fully open when you heard Hyunjin’s voice grow a little louder “You want to know what's actually awkward? Y/N.” Your heart sinks at his words. You were awkward? “What do you mean by that Hyung?” Jeongin questions. “I mean everything in our relationship is fucking awkward right now. She won't leave me the fuck alone; she calls me all the time not realizing that maybe I don’t want to talk to her if I don’t answer. She just doesn’t understand how the world works. She has this misconception about sex, so that’s completely off the table. Shes a foreigner so her Korean isn't the best, she doesn’t dress like someone who’s exceptionally a prude, but she is....” You look down at your current outfit at his words, a tight crop top and sweatpants. Tears make their way down your cheeks; you decide you don’t want to hear anymore. You place the basket on the ground in front of the door. Your vision is blurry as you knock on the door and make your way down the hall.  

You can hear the door open, making you pick up your pace. “Y/N?!” you hear Jisung’s voice call out, bringing you to a halt you turn to face him, bow slightly “I made a lot for you guys please eat” You call back from your place down the hall as you run toward the exit and out the building. You let the tears fall freely as you trudge your way back home. You felt stupid, you didn’t know Hyunjin felt those things. He never told you any of those things. Your bottom lip makes its way between your teeth. You didn’t know your Korean was bad, or that your no sex policy was such a deal breaker for Hyunjin. Youre pulled out of your thoughts by a hand tugging at your wrist. Your eyes connect with the culprit. You look away quickly as you see your boy—soon to be ex-boyfriend staring at you confusion etched onto his face. “Why’d you just drop food off and leave?” he questions sadness laced into his tone. “Please don’t touch me....” You state coldly ripping your arm from his hand. “D-did I do something?” He questions his voice filled with worry. Shaking your head “Just please don’t touch me.......I don’t think this is working out.......” your voice is practically a whisper. Hyunjin’s hands wrap around your arms “What's not working out?” his voice is panicked. You bring your eyes to meet his once again. “Let’s.......Breakup” You state definitively. Hyunjin’s eyes widen his mouth hung open as he shakes his head rapidly. “What?! No—why—why would we? --I don’t understand, what did I do?” he cries, tears filling up his eyes. You pull yourself from his arms as he stands there in shock. Turning away from him you restart your journey back to your dorm.  

“Wait! ” He calls “Wait! Please! Don’t go!”  

Your pace picks up, your heart racing. You notice the large crowd on the crosswalk, you escape into it. “Please wait for me! Don’t leave—fuck—come on please!” You hear him shoving his way through the crowd. “Y/N! Stop! Don’t go please come back I love you please come back; I'm trying fuck I'm trying please don’t leave me here like this! I don’t want to break up please stop!” He cries. You notice his eyes focused on nothing but you; tears streaming down his face as he continues to try to get to you. You almost stop at his declaration, until his word to Jeongin replays in your mind. Shaking your head, you break out into a run to your dorm. 

[annwrites]

⸻ southern baptist church of holy light

· pairing: shane walsh x fem!reader · type: part of a series · summary: you & shane share your beliefs in a short conversation in a church. · tw: suicidal ideation · word count: 930

You stare up at the crucifix before you, feeling devoid of anything.

No.

Not anything.

Hopelessness is the one thing you do feel.

One dead-end after another. That's the only thing you all do seem able to find.

The CDC and Jenner had had no answers. Not with his wife being gone.

The highway and Dale's RV blowing a radiator hose had left all of you stranded in the middle of nowhere.

And now you're here.

You'd all felt so hopeful when you heard that bell.

You'd prayed to a God who clearly isn't listening—if he ever has—for it to lead you toward something. To Sophia.

She'd never been here in the first place.

You glance to Carol and can practically feel the grief and desperation rolling off of her. You don't want to believe that Sophia is gone. Or worse: is out there alone in the woods...

If the wrong people—the wrong men—come across her... You don't want to think about how she'll never have a chance.

Death would be kinder.

So, you instead stare at Him who is crying tears of blood, and wonder how His father, who knows what it is to lose a child, can allow such a thing?

The wooden bench creaks as Shane sets down beside you. "Didn't know you were religious."

He says it softly, his tone anything but mocking, even if he himself doesn't believe. He doesn't understand how you can either—if you indeed do, that is. But if you do—have some sort of faith, something to believe in—he'll just be glad if it finally turns out that you have something that may perhaps help to keep you going.

"I'm not."

The thought of the possibility of you taking comfort in something more, even if you can't see it, quickly disappears. He leans back and rests him arm behind you, all thoughts of encouraging you to take a Bible with you when you all leave now gone.

You're quiet for a moment. "Are you?"

He shrugs. "Not really. Never was my thing, I guess. Hard to believe when you're witness to the shit I was as a cop."

He looks at you. "Were you ever?"

You shrug then as well. "My parents made me go to church when I was little. Like a lot of kids, especially in the south. I never liked it. The getting up early, and being forced into uncomfortable clothes, and the way my mom did my hair. I didn't like how the other kids were mean to me, or how I would sit on those uncomfortable wooden pews and stare up at a preacher yelling words and passages at me that I couldn't understand. I didn't like how judgmental so many in the congregation seemed to be, even toward each other. Once I was old enough to make the decision not to go anymore, I stopped attending. I didn't regret it."

You look at him and his head is now resting atop his fist as he looks at you. You're unsure of the soft look in his eyes.

"So, what'd you start believin' in instead? If anythin'."

You glance down to your lap. "Nothing in particular, I guess. I just... I suppose I tried to see the beauty in nature instead. In the plants and trees, insects and animals, fresh air and clear water. Occasionally even people."

You look at him. "The way I am now—who I am now—is nothing like the way I was before. I didn't need to look for a reason to live, because I didn't need one. Because I didn't want to die."

He uses his other hand that isn't propping his head up to reach out and take your right hand and he holds it firmly—comfortingly—in his grip.

"What if that reason is another person?" He asks, looking at you from under his lashes.

You look down to your hand that's in his and watch as his thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of yours. "I don't know how to make you realize you're wasting your time—"

He cuts you off, lacing the fingers of his other hand between strands of your hair. "I don't know how to make you realize the only waste would be your life being cut so damn short."

You think back to the things he'd said to you that night in the RV. He'd made it sound like...like you're something he's finally found after looking for it for so long.

You can't keep doing this to him: insisting that you want to be left alone to die. You've done it twice now. And while what happened on the highway had been an accident...had he not had his eye on you— not seen you pass out—you may've slipped away right there in the middle of the road. So, he had saved you a third time. And even now he's still trying to talk you into staying...alive.

Giving up is easy. The thought of trying to hold on? It feels near-impossible now. Like lifting a giant boulder and carrying it with you every step of the way.

"Do you believe we'll find her?"

He studies you for a moment. "I hope so."

"Do you believe we'll find...something, or somewhere worth living for?"

He leans toward you and he gently presses his forehead to yours before closing his eyes.

"I already have," he says in a whisper, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[deathbxnny]

well since we are requesting angst.. i will request one too >:]

aihoshino!teenreader dying in the same way as ai hoshino

so for more context; a fan/admirer comes to them one day, they bring them white lilies and then stab them in the stomach, as [insert character] goes to check up on them, they see the reader bleeding from the stomach and the fan holding a bloody knife throwing insults at them, despite being brutally stabbed, the reader still goes on a monologeu to explain themself to their admirer, the fan gets into panic after this and runs away, the reader had abdominal aortic tear so it would be impossible to save them without proper treatment, as their stomach bleeds, they tell [insert character] that they love and appreciate them (platonically) as they die in their arms, dying with a smile on their face

the characters are stelleron hunters, yeah im sorry (for blade especially)T-T

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A/N: What better way to come back from a small break, than with heart-wrenching angst? But in all seriousness, thank you for the great request Anon!

Content: Reader dies, teen reader, hurt/no comfort, angst, mentions of severe injury, mentions of blood, platonic relationships, just pain really

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Kafka

Kafka wasn't home when it happened. She left you alone for a couple hours to run some errands and told you to never open the door to anyone. But you were still so young and naive, that you didn't think twice when opening the door anyways to the man, who told you he was an assistant of the Stellaron hunters.

Kafka should've known better, than to leave you alone and now that she held you bleeding out in her arms, she realised that it was useless to think about anymore anyways. You were about to die. Your breaths were shallow and no amount of pressure to your injury seemed to make it better. The medic team would take an eternity to arrive and by then it would be too late. It was hopeless and you both knew it.

And so you decided to comfort her, gently apologising for being so foolish and not listening to her. She tried to shush you, but it was a weak attempt, as tears of agony brimmed in her eyes. You continued to speak, words becoming softer and softer by the second, as your life ran out of your eyes. You smiled, thanking her for everything and telling her that you'll see her again in another life, before finally letting go. Your smile was etched eternally onto your face, as the silence was filled with Kafka's soft cries for you to come back.

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》Blade

Blade left the home out of anger. He was sick of you being a brat and not listening to his warnings, which made him overwhelmed and just leave for a moment to cool off. He never wants to get angry to the point of yelling or insulting you, as he did understand that you were just a kid, who hasn't experienced as much as he did. But with leaving you so enraged, he left you feeling guilty and lonely. So guilty and lonely, that you opened the door expecting it to be Blade, only to be stabbed brutally by a man you didn't know.

And Blade came home to you at the brink of death, an excited, weak smile gracing your lips like it always did when you saw him. You tried reaching out to him, wanting to at least apologise, but he was frozen at the door, his eyes wide in terror. He didn't know what to do, his mind for once empty at the sight of the kid he took care of for so long, just dying. But then he just fell to his knees and slowly engulfed you in his embrace. He couldn't say anything.

And it was alright, because you were glad to at least die in his arms now. You apologised to him, told him he was right, told him that you loved and appreciated him. You felt something warm drop onto your cheek and you noticed he was crying. He's never done that before. Him crying over you made you smile wider, happy to know that he did care for you even now. He finally eventually opened his mouth to speak, apologising for leaving you. But by then it was too late. Your eyes were empty.

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》Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf was in her room finishing up some work, when you told her that the doorbell rang. She indifferently told you to open it, not looking away from her screen, to which you obliged and left again. After a while, she noticed that it was too quiet. Pulling off her headphones, she sat there for a moment, before hearing you call her name weakly. Her body moved faster than her brain could process, as she practically ran downstairs to see you lying in a pool of your blood, clutching onto a lethal injury.

She immideatly scrambled to your side, couple screens opening up before her, as she tried typing and applying pressure onto your injury at the same time. If she could get a medic team to arrive, maybe there is still a chance to save you. But your bloodied hand stopped her, knowing it was too late. Tears welled up in her eyes as she just hugged you in defeat, the screens disappearing.

She pathetically listened to you gently comfort her, telling her that it was alright and that you were thankful for having her in your life. She didn't understand what you were thanking her for, especially when she couldn't even save you from dying like this. Hearing you take your last breath must've been the worst part to her. She hugged you for a moment longer, before slowly raising her head, seeing your cold smile and empty eyes. The silence was deafening, as she just dropped her head again and cried in shame.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay and angsty enough! Thank you again for the request!<33

[touyasdoll]

For You, I Will

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x ghost!reader (fem)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: reader is deceased, but no depictions of death occur. dark content, spectrophilia (you & touya get it on), allusion to suicide, themes of hopelessness & grief, soft/emotional sex, missionary, lots of intimacy, forehead touching <3

Summary: Touya hasn’t been the same since you passed. Overcome with grief, he returns to your apartment one evening for reasons that he can’t quite explain and, much to his surprise, he finds you there.

Notes: this was supposed to be a drabble, but it got outta hand. basically just another love letter to Touya <3

He doesn’t know what he’s thinking as he scales the fire escape of your apartment building. He’d done it a million times, but never once had he been this apprehensive about it.

It was dark. He was confident that no one would see him. That wasn’t what was eating away at him. It was what he might find inside–or rather, what he wouldn’t.

“What are you doing here?”

Touya whips his head towards the soft, familiar voice. The voice that he knows he can’t actually be hearing.

Your voice.

But when he looks, there you are. He sees you standing there in the bedroom that you used to share, wearing those old, comfy clothes that you donned on lazy days when he had time to curl up on the couch with you and just be. His favorite pastime.

Your family clearly hadn’t gotten around to cleaning the place out yet. Everything is still just as it was. Just as you left it. The room is dim, but the moonlight pouring in is plenty enough to see clearly.

“Doll?” He croaks, his voice catching in his throat, which is suddenly hoarse.

He can’t believe it. He thinks that maybe this is what it feels like to honestly, truly lose one’s mind. You can’t be here. You can’t be with him right now. You can’t be anywhere anymore.

Because you’re dead.

“It’s me, Touya,” you say softly, stepping closer to him with a touch of hesitancy as you extend your hand. “It’s okay. I know. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s me.”

He doesn’t have any more words at the moment. All he can think about is wrapping you up in his arms and never letting go, so that’s what he does.

He crosses the floor from the window that he’d slipped in through over to where you’re standing to pull you into his embrace. He’s half convinced this illusion will end right there, but to his delight he can actually feel you.

He feels the warmth of your body against his. Treasures the way that your arms wrap around his middle to hug him tight. He holds you fast, terrified that this could all be gone in an instant. He’d already lived that nightmare and he wasn’t ready to live it again.

“H—,” he clears his throat, trying to stave off the obvious waver in his voice, but he isn’t entirely successful. “How are you here?”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, sniffling as you fight off tears of your own. You’re certain that you can feel the crimson droplets running over his cheeks. “I have no idea, but I don’t care. I’m just so glad that you can see me for once.”

At that, he begins to pull away. He only pulls back far enough to look at you, studying your face with a curious expression on his own as he keeps his arms draped around you.

“What do you mean?”

He swears he can feel the sunshine radiating from your smile as you reach up to card your fingers through his hair. He fights the urge to close his eyes, lest you disappear on him.

“I told you that I could never leave you alone, Touya. I’ve been watching you,” you admit quietly as you rest your hands on either side of his face, cradling it gently while you wipe away a trickle of blood from beneath his seam. “I’m always with you.”

“Why did you have to go?” His voice gives, snapping clean in two, and he does nothing to try and mask it this time. He was broken. There was no use hiding that from you, of all people. “I don’t know how to keep going on without you.”

Which was the stone cold truth. He didn’t know up from down these days. Didn’t even bother trying to get fucked up anymore to try and forget his feelings for an evening, because nothing could ease the pain of losing you. He knew; he’d tried it all in the month that you’d been gone.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t figure it out, baby,” you say softly, studying his face as you wipe away another tear. “You’re the strongest person that I know. You can get through this. You can still be happy if you try, Touya. I know that you can.”

“I don’t want to. Not without you.”

He holds you tighter, caging you within his strong arms as his hands begin slowly sliding up and down your back to assure him that it’s really you in his arms. He briefly thinks that maybe this is just a wonderful dream, but he wasn’t blessed with those often.

“You are the only thing that has ever made me happy,” he insists with more sincerity than he’s ever mustered in his life. “Just you. Nothing is ever going to make me feel the way that I do when I have you right here in my arms. Nothing.”

He holds you tighter still, ruby red tears still seeping from his seams as his eyes bore into yours. You slide your hands over his chest, running your fingertips along the trail of staples on his collarbone, exposed by the worn out white v-neck beneath his coat. You wouldn’t dare look away, but he cups your face in his hand to ensure that you can’t anyway, holding you with the gentle touch that he learned from you.

“Revenge isn’t going to do it. All the substances in the world won’t either. And no one will ever be able to hold a candle to you, doll. Without you.. I’m nothing. I have nothing,” he whispers, mismatched lips falling into a frown as his brow furrows, evidence of his tired, burdened soul. “Sometimes I think that I’m better off joining you, but I know that I don’t deserve to end up wherever you are.”

“Touya,” you whisper in reply, voice tight as a tear slides down your cheek. “You deserve so much more than you think. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be alive. To act like you are alive for once. You have spent so much time surviving, living purely in spite of something else. You need to start living for you.”

He feels your hand rest over the back of his as you guide it away from your face and take it into your grasp. You look down at his hand, which everyone knows is capable of destruction, but you’re more familiar with the comfort that it brings. Even now, you can feel his skin flushing, palms heating up beneath your fingertips. It feels nice to feel something other than cold for once. It’s even better that it’s him.

“There was a point where you didn’t think that you were capable of love, but I proved you wrong then. Give me a chance to do it again,” you implore him, threading your fingers through his as you tilt your head back to look at his face, a melancholy smile plain on yours. “I know that things are different. I know that they’re hard and I–,” you clear your throat, looking down again as you give his hand a squeeze.

He splays his free hand across the base of your spine, holding you flush to him as his eyes fill with concern.

“Things can’t ever go back to the way they were, Touya,” you continue, willing yourself to look up at him, no matter how much your eyes water or your voice quakes. “But you can get through this. You have to. All that I have ever wanted is for you to be happy. I wish that I could be with you. Really with you, but with or without me, I just want to see you live. Live a life that’s worth living rather than simply surviving.”

He frowns and opens his mouth to protest, but you shake your head as you lift your hand to his face.

“No. I mean it, baby. If anyone deserves a chance; it’s you. It’s not too late. Stop channeling all your energy into your past. Just keep going forward,” you beg him, sliding your thumb just beneath his seam as you search his weary blue eyes. “That’s all that you can do. Run and just keep running. Find somewhere safe, far from here, and do what you can to find a little piece of happiness in this world without me. It’s too late to live the life that we wanted, but you can still build one that you deserve.”

He can’t tear his eyes away from you. He can’t unhear your pleas, as much as part of him would like to. It was always easier to destroy. To hang on when everyone was rooting for him to fail. Trying to build something? Trying to make you proud?

He isn’t sure if he’s capable and the thought of disappointing you terrifies him.

“I don’t know,” he starts, avoiding your gaze as his falls to the floor. “I’ve never known anything other than this, I don’t–,”

“You’ll figure it out, Touya,” you insist gently, a fond smile crossing your lips as you gently pick his chin up. “Do you remember what you said to me when I first told you that I wanted an actual relationship with you?”

A lopsided grin briefly flashes across his face as his eyes find yours again.

“That I don’t do relationships, because love is overrated. And I’m shit at it anyway,” he scoffs, glancing down at his boots.

He still believed that much to be true. He was never going to be good enough for you anyway; no matter what he did. He couldn’t give you the life that you deserved and now you don’t even have a life left to live? But he does? It seems cruel. Life has always been cruel. Why would that change now?

“And look at you now,” you say as you study his face before pressing yours into his chest, nuzzling into him to inhale his comforting, signature scent of smoke and ash as you had so many times before. “No one has ever loved me the way that you do. You have so much to give, Touya. Don’t throw everything away because of me. Keep going. Please. If not for you, then for me.”

He closes his eyes, committing the feeling of your arms around him and you form in his grasp to memory. He takes a deep breath while he considers, ruminating over his options in his mind. He truly doesn’t have many. The way he sees it, he can keep carrying on the way he always has; continuing to exist out of spite. He can give up for good. Or he can attempt what you’re asking of him.

And he’s never been one to refuse you. So, once he considers it, he finds that he truly only has one option.

“Okay.”

Your eyes open a little wider and there’s a bit of a dumbstruck expression on your face. You’d expected him to put up more resistance than this, but you’re ultimately relieved.

“Okay? Really? You will?” You ask, hope evident in your voice.

“For you, I will,” he confirms with a nod and a soft smile as he cups your face in his warm palm. “Told ya I’d do anything for you, doll. If this is what you want, I’ll do it. I’ll actually try; I give you my word.”

A breath of sweet relief escapes your lungs and you throw your arms around his neck, clinging to him as a sense of peace washes over you. One arm ensnares your waist, crushing you against him as he rests his hands behind your head to press a long kiss to your temple. He holds you there for who knows how long, inhaling your scent while he tries to will time to stop; to keep you right here where you belong. He feared this could end at any moment and he was dreading it with every fiber of his being.

He eventually pulls away to hold your head with both hands. He smiles down at you, eyes scanning over every inch of your perfect face before he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss.

You can taste the agony of every single second that he’d spent without you giving way to passion that he never thought he’d get the chance to ignite again. His lips move against yours as if they were made specifically for this purpose. You begin to feel things that you would have assumed impossible, but you can’t ignore the fire that kicks up in your belly. You can’t possibly disregard the pulse that’s sprung to life between your thighs and you don’t want to, but you can’t help but to think: will this work?

You’re both eager to find out as you make your way towards the bed. Your feet move backwards, tugging him along until you feel the edge of the bed and he wastes no time. He cradles you in his arms, laying you down with practiced ease before his hands start pulling at your clothes.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs against your lips, breathless already as he drags the tip of his nose along your cheek and peppers kisses along your jaw, trailing them down to your neck. “So, so fucking much, doll.”

“I missed you too,” you confess, tangling your fingers in his hair as you close your eyes and tilt your head to one side. “You’re always right there in front of me, but no matter what I do, I can’t touch you like this. I can’t make you hear me. It’s torture.”

He props himself up to look you in the eyes, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. His eyes reflect the grief in your own, but still he smiles, though it’s bittersweet.

“I don’t have any fuckin’ clue what’s goin’ on. All I know is that, for right now, I have you and I’m not about to waste one second of whatever this is. I’ve never taken a second with you for granted and m’not about to start now.”

You nod, feeling more than a touch emotional as you reach up to pull him into another kiss. He can feel the warm tears that slides over your cheek and soaks into his skin as your tongues begin to wrestle with one another.

He strips off his coat in a hurry and tosses it aside, then helps you with discarding his shirt. He hands make quick work of your clothes while you work his jeans open and slide them down his hips, taking his boxers with them. Your lips only ever part when necessary to allow for the removal of fabric and then again when you wrap your hand around his fully erect cock.

“Shit,” he groans, eyes nearly crossing as he closes them.

You grin as his hips rock back and forth, slowly bucking into your loose grip, positively desperate for more friction. You can’t imagine denying him, so you oblige, closing your hand around his pierced shaft to stroke him as another groan tears from his throat. All that he can think is how he hasn’t felt this good in weeks.

But he wants more.

He attaches his mouth to your neck again, burying his face in the crook of it to suck and leave gentle love bites behind while his dexterous digits slip between your thighs. He parts your folds as if they’re petals of a delicate flower to slide the pad of his fingers right over your core, gathering your slick. A wanton moan escapes him at the feeling of you beneath him once again. Warm, wet, and wanting.

“Touya,” you whisper, voice shaking from sheer anticipation. “Please, I need you. Need you right now, baby.”

“M’right here, doll. I know,” he replies with a whisper in your ear as he props himself up once again to settle between your legs and slowly push his way inside with a soft groan. “I know.”

You gasp, sighing with pleasure when you feel his presence within your walls. Your arms drape over his shoulders to draw him closer as he begins rolling his hips, letting you feel every glorious inch gliding in and out over and over again.

It’s slow and sweet and it’s exactly what the both of you need. Your bodies meshing in perfect harmony. No words are spoken and none are necessary. You let your bodies speak to one another, allowing them to convey every notion that you’d never be able to find the words for anyway. His hands take their time roving over every part of you, sending shivers up your spine as you cling to him, hands traveling up and down his back as your hips shift forward to meet his every gentle thrust.

“O-Oh my God,” you stutter, tensing and gently raking your nails along his back as your back arches. “Baby, I-I’m so close.”

“Me too, doll,” he pants, moving his hips a few ticks faster to drive you both towards your respective ends.

He’s painfully close, but he holds on, waiting for that feeling that he’d missed so fucking much. The moment that you cry out and clamp down around him, making those beautifully sinful noises while your walls hug him tight, he erupts. His hips stutter and he curses under his breath, smoothing out his rhythm as he stares down at you in awe.

“I love you,” he declares, pressing his palm to your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours and allows his eyes to close. “I love you so much it hurts, doll. I always will.”

“I love you too, baby,” you pant in reply, a smile gracing your lips as you press your palm to his cheek as well. “Not even death can change the way I feel about you.”

He falls beside you and the two of you find yourselves in a moment suspended in time. Listening to the sound of each other’s breathing. Nuzzling the tips of your noses together. Studying one another’s faces with those goofy, lovesick smiles that you reserved solely for one another.

Until reality hits.

The corners of his mouth twist into a gloomy grin as his thumb brushes along the apple of your cheek. He’s afraid to speak his fears out loud, worried that they might be realized, but he can’t keep them to himself. He knows you’re likely thinking the same thing anyway. You two were often on the same wavelength, to the point that he frequently wondered if that old Greek myth was true. Maybe you truly were the other half of him. Maybe even more than half, considering he felt like you had taken all of him with you when you departed.

“When’s the last time that you slept, baby?” You ask quietly, despite the fact that you already know the answer. Even if you hadn’t, the weariness in his eyes would still give him away.

“Couple’a days,” he admits, seeing no reason to try and lie. “But I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to lose you again. What if you’re gone when I wake up?”

“I won’t be.” You shake your head, smiling softly as you smooth his hair, beginning to play with it to try and lull him to sleep as you had so, so many times before. “I will always be with you, Touya. Please don’t ever forget that. No matter what happens. Whether I get to kiss you good morning tomorrow or not, know that I will never leave you. I promise.”

A single, solitary red tear drifts over his cheek. He presses his lips together and clears his throat as he wraps an arm around you.

“I won’t forget,” he whispers as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and finally, your lips. “Good night. I love you, doll.”

“Good night. I love you too, Touya,” you whisper back, gently wiping away the bloody tear on his face as you wind an arm around him.

You continue playing with his hair even after the soft sound of his snoring soon fills the room. You keep your eyes trained on his face. It was always nice to see him looking this peaceful, so you just lay there and you wait, taking comfort in the knowledge that he was finally resting while you anxiously await the morning sun.

When it inevitably shines through the window and Touya stirs, you feel as if you can’t breathe–not that you need to anymore anyway. Still, you’re on edge, impatiently waiting for his eyes to open. Waiting to see whether or not he can see you.

He takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh, feeling more well rested than he has in a long time. Finally, his eyes open and he turns his head, just as eager to find out if he could still perceive you.

He looks to the other side of the bed, blue eyes softening as the corner of his mouth tugs up into an almost imperceptible smile.

“Good morning, doll.”

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Arcana HCs: How the M6 cry and how MC comforts them

Asra

He's been through some shit

Adapts so. Quickly. to difficult things, and runs away from what he can't. (His little haven when he was homeless as a kid? Immaculate. When the apprentice didn't remember him? Lots of trips.)

Only cries when he can't do either of the above and there's no option but properly feeling the emotions (he hates that)

Surprisingly messy crier, red faced, fluids everywhere, bloodshot eyes, twisted face

Hates being vulnerable in front of anyone/at all, but if it's reached this point they don't care anymore, he's being suffocated by all the things he's worked around/avoided

Would try to cheer himself up/snap himself out of it/get distracted except the only way out is working through it until everything's been acknowledged and they know that

How the MC comforts them:

Physical touch. Asra's already a cuddly person, if you put your arms around him and give him something to hold on to (hand/clothing/you, depending on your comfort level) he'll hang on like it's a lifeline

Loud sobbing/hiccuping as soon as they realize it's safe for them to hurt and they're not alone

MC is their anchor to reality/grounding

Maybe asking questions so he can have words for what they're feeling, but maybe they just need to know he's not alone through whatever they're reliving

Once it's all worked out they don't want to dwell on it and are tired out, he just wants to move on to the next thing

"How about some tea, MC? You stay there, I'll make it for us."

Uses the break to collect themself a little

Tells you tall tales until you've both got the giggles

Naptime

Will walk around like a weight's been lifted off his shoulders for the next 24 hours

Julian

Champion of crying

This man cries like he breathes, Malak was an asshole/his favorite shirt tore/Pasha did something that reminded him of her as a toddler, the tears are out and proud

Surprisingly tidy crier, he has a special handkerchief and knows how to use it

Knows how much dramatic potential tears have and takes full advantage of that

Unashamed of emotions and unafraid of his feelings, MC is starting to wonder if they are even needed

Until it's about something serious

Maybe he lost a patient or saw someone who looks exactly like his dead grandmother, maybe he can't shake the dread of the plague coming back, maybe someone was teasing him and touched on a really deep insecurity and he's internalized it for weeks until it wove itself into all his trauma but he doesn't know how to say that with words so he sits with a growing amount of pain that he isn't sure exists and doesn't know how to unravel

When this happens he isolates

He'll wait until midday and everyone's out to climb into the hole under Mazelinka's cottage and choke on his sobs

Curled up as small as he can get with his hands pressing into his eyes

How the MC comforts him:

Getting right up into his space to pull him out of his head

Maybe some lighthearted grumbling about him picking the worst places to have a crisis in, but climbing into the hole anyway

Talking it out. Somehow MC is always able to unravel his thoughts, help him sort through the reasons behind his feelings, bring a new perspective to something that seemed hopeless

The longer you two talk the smaller the problems become until they're back to the size they were before they entered his brain

Julian's feelings are both intense and quick to change

By the time you've worked out 2 of the 3 problems, he's got ideas for a new play based off of the first problem and he wants you to star in it with him

Too excited about his new passion to sort through the 3rd thing, but don't worry, that can sit and fester until next time

Nadia

She doesn't cry. Seriously. She doesn't. She must show No Weakness.

More likely to express sadness through a secondary emotion like frustration or annoyance

Does not cry until someone will logic her into it (refer to her conversation with the high priestess, when she had to stop thinking about the next step and actually ask herself what she desired and why)

MC is one of the only people who knows her well enough to logic her into it, therefore MC is one of the only people worthy of witnessing her crying

Frustrated crier to relieved crier, first she's angry that she's even crying in the first place, then she's relieved that she finally gets to let it out and reach the realizations that she needs to

Frustratingly composed, no snot to be seen, only tears silently rolling from the corners of her eyes

Maybe a few quiet sobs

Crying for her is a moment of acknowledgement and breakthrough, it's almost sacred

How the MC comforts her:

Little to no touching, she wants to know you're there, but she doesn't want to be coddled and she's working very hard to do something so uncomfortable/unnatural

Seeing you helps, as long as MC is in her line of sight she can do this

Since this likely started in a conversation, she'll want to tell MC what she is thinking and feeling because you started it

You'll pay attention, reacting so she knows you're listening and understanding and ready to follow through with whatever she's figured out

Somehow she is refreshed and energized afterwards

No time to waste, let's take the first steps of the plan she's made based off of what she's figured out

MC is going to be publicly acknowledged and showered in gifts for the next month

Muriel

Surprisingly comfortable with crying, though it only becomes a semi regular occurrence after MC becomes a regular part of his life

This wonderful hulk is the king of dissociation, learning how to live inside your body again is tough but he's way more frightened of his memories than he is of his feelings

He has two types of crying, he's either grieving the family and community he lost or he's stuck in the coliseum again

The first kind is kind of bittersweet, he'll happen upon some forget-me-nots in the forest or he'll be tracing the pattern on his cloak and he'll feel the whispers of his family there and he'll have this wave of homesickness for something he can't even remember properly

He'll cry like a summer rain, with a small smile on his face, completely silent while he continues with whatever task he was working on

The second kind is way way worse

There's no sweetness to this, he snapped a branch too hard or his hair fell in his eyes or he stepped on a sand patch of ground, and he's whisked right back

Each time he remembers a different face

He's reminded that he's stuck in a body that crushed people and he feels sick

The kind of sobs that leave you retching

All he wants to do is escape

How the MC comforts him:

If it's the first kind, hand holding. Maybe reminiscing about meeting Khamgalai and the patterns in the tapestries he's collected

Helping with whatever task he's doing, and talking about plans for the rest of the week once the wave passes

Second kind? All hands on deck

He doesn't want to be touched. At all

Get him somewhere that feels safe and wrap him up in some of his furs

Get the whole place smelling of mrryh

Slowly help him work his way back to the present

So many words of affirmation, dude needs to be told it's not his fault and he's done far more good than harm

He needs to eat and sleep after this

Will tend to your every need for the next week. Breakfast in bed. Footrubs. A growing collection of protective charms and carved animals. Will only stop when you start insisting on repaying every favor.

Portia

Angry crier

Half the time it's Ilya's fault

You totally use that to blackmail him

Portia always has at least four different trains of though running at all times, full speed

She is so determined to see good in the world that it takes a mountain of nasty things to bring her down

Unfortunately she's so busy that that happens often enough to sometimes break her spirit

Which is heartbreaking, her spirit is goddess-tier

This only happens when she's dealing with enough to cause every negative emotion: frustration, anxiety, anger, regret, hopelessness, inadequacy, etc

Eventually she reaches her limit and drops everything and runs away somewhere more secluded (most likely her garden) to let it all out

Rage gardening

Ripping every weed out of the ground until her fingers bleed while she grinds her wails through her teeth

Accidentally smacks a concerned Pepi in the face with a flying tangle of vines and breaks down bawling

How MC comforts her:

Starts by grabbing her hands and holding her close so she can sob into your clothes

Bring her into the cottage once she's ready and clean and bandage her fingers

Encourage her rant while you perform every act of service available (do her breakfast dishes, pull out a change of clothes for her, detangle her hair, sweep the floor, lure Pepi into her lap with a treat so they can make up)

She spends all day being one of the most competent people in the room in service to everyone around her, let her put her feet up and describe her feelings in every curse word she knows in multiple languages

Have a bath drawn for her when she's done

Contact whoever you need to (Nadia) while she's in the bath to make sure she has the rest of the day/the next day off

Take her on an adventure that reminds her just how incredible she is, and hopefully shows off some good in this world

Maybe you go down to the rowdy raven and get her to dance on the tables with you

Maybe you go into the woods for some magic lessons

Maybe on your way to do either of those things you bump into something entirely unprecedented and let her take the lead

You are going to receive cuddle attacks every time she lays eyes on you for the next few days

Lucio

Lucio generally only cries when the weight of everything he's done finally catches up with him and he can't blame someone else or brush it off

Probably good for him, tbh

But he's so used to living in the moment he doesn't know how to look forward

Regret can quickly turn into despair when he feels trapped in everything he's done

He knows his bravado doesn't mean anything here

He knows he deserves far worse than what he got, and right now he can't get control of it by ignoring it

He doesn't know how to handle this

Panicked sobs, like a small child that looked up and couldn't see his mom anywhere

Constant stream of tears, his whole body is shaking and he looks and feels so weak and helpless

Curled up as small as he can get, fist in his mouth, tucked into a corner where no one can see him break down and mock him/exploit his weakness

So very scared

How MC comforts him:

The tricky part is cheering him up without brushing off what he's experiencing

The best way is to make him feel loved without letting him get up on a pedestal

Hold him close and maybe sing to him gently to get his mind out of the haze

Get him to talk about what made him upset as soon as he's coherent

Work on finding appropriate ways to address the issue and move forward

Don't let him brush it off

Get it down in writing or take the first step, so he'll commit to it even after he's back to his normal self

Once you've made it that far, you can boost his ego a bit.

Tell him about the good qualities you admire in him (he's generous, he's a quick learner, he's a good fighter whatever his mother says, etc)

He will strut like a peacock for the next week to make up for his moment of lameness

He will also follow through on what you two worked out and bit by bit become the better person he was meant to be

Deep down, in his mind, all the credit for that goes to you

[ainyan]

45 Romantic Quotes (Movie Edition)

“What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon.”

“I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn’t stand losing. But it’s too late for that. It’s not because you’re beautiful and smart and perfect. I don’t feel alone anymore.”

“And most of all, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.”

“Are you very much in love with her?” “As much as a man can be.” “Do you think there’s a limit?” “If there is, I haven’t found it.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”

“There I was, standing there in the church, and for the first time in my whole life I realized I totally and utterly loved one person. And it wasn’t the person next to me in the veil. It’s the person standing opposite me now…in the rain.”

“If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.”

“I love him! I love him for the man he wants to be. And I love him for the man he almost is.”

“You must do me this honor, you must promise me that you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.”

“People think that we’re crazy. It will never work. You’re going to fail. … Those are the beginning of every great success story.”

“You erased me from your memories because you thought you were holding me back from having a full and happy life. But you made a mistake. Being with you is the only way I could have a full and happy life. You’re the girl of my dreams…and, apparently, I’m the man of yours.”

“No measure of time with you will be long enough. But, we’ll start with forever.”

“It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to, and who’ll accept you for what you are.”

“When I’m with you, I feel so safe. Like I’m home.”

“I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.”

“People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance that anyone’s got for true happiness.”

“I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart.”

“No matter what happens now or for the rest of my life, I’m happy now because I love you.”

“I know I can’t make the bad go away. You’re right, I can’t. But when the bad comes again…I’m gonna be next to you.”

“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give to you forever.”

“So what happens after he climbs up and rescues her?” “She rescues him right back.”

“I can’t figure out the mathematics of this, I just know I love you.”

“It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew it. It was like magic.”

“Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.”

“When he looks at me, the way he looks at me, he does not know what I lack or how I am incomplete. He sees me for what I am, as I am. He’s happy to see me. Every time. Every day.”

“That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying ‘As you wish,’ what he meant was ‘I love you.’ And then even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.”

“I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

“You’re not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: This girl you’ve met, she’s not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other.”

“I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.” “I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”

“… If you trusted love this far, don’t panic now. Trust it all the way.”

“You are not unlovable. There is always something to love. Even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, we get very good with our feet.”

“I’m always just about to fall off of the edge of the tallest building. I stopped falling the second I saw you.”

“And when her lips found mine, I knew I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would compare to that one moment when I kissed the girl of my dreams for the first time and knew that my love would make it last forever.”

“Our love is like the wind: I can’t see it, but I sure can feel it.”

“I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.”

“Loss has been a part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has a love for which I can only be grateful.”

“I just wanted to take another look at you.”

“I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“My dearest friend, If you don’t mind, I’d like to join you by your side. Where we could gaze into the stars, and sit together, now and forever. For it is plain as anyone could see, we’re simply meant to be.”

“Death cannot stop true love. It can only delay it a little while.”

“In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.”

“You complete me.”

“It’s like in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together.”

“Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy.”

“I would rather be a ghost drifting by your side as a condemned soul than enter heaven without you. Because of your love, I will never be a lonely spirit.”

[man11c]

Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 9.

Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore Academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.

Part 9

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For days on end, Xavier didn't act the same. He was more agitated by people, and a gloomy aura clung to him - he was sadder than he played it off to be. Though, it was the same for you. You felt sadder, you'd lay in bed during the timed when you were supposed to be at Archery with Xavier. But he hasn't even looked at you since. He blocked you out of his life, and you tried to do the same... you worried however. Despite what Xavier said about you, you still worried for him.

Wednesday who noticed the change in Xaviers behaviour and yours aswell - she went straight to talk to you. Asking you what was wrong, it mainly sounded like she wanted Xavier dead. Wednesday wasn't the best at comforting and the least said about that the better. But she sat with you and gave you company when you had no one was around. Bianca was gone almost all of the time after that night. "I'll talk to him (y/n). Don't try stopping me." Wednesdays voice as monotone as her colour pallet. You dreaded to hear what she'd come back with. Wednesday barged into Xaviers studio and looked at him with a blunt look in your eye. "I have a slight idea who fed you those lies about (y/n) but Xavier I know for a fact, those lies are not true. You know what you felt for (y/n) was real. You couldn't synthesis such an emotion." Wednesday stood at the door, not budging in the slightest as she spoke. She stated at Xavier through her brows waiting for him to react. Xavier exchanged no words, he sat there staring at the painting that he had ruined of you. Now it was a muck of colour which hid all of the beautiful properties underneath. "Fine. If you won't talk, at least listen. You need to believe me. Think about it thoroughly, not with jumped conclusions. I know you like to do that." Yeah, Wednesday was harsh but you'd expact nothing less from her. She wanted her voice to be heard, and it was.

Once again, Xavier was left in the silence of his studio. Alone. He closed his eyes slowly as his head leaned forward into his hands. Letting the silence drown him, so that he could finally think. All his thoughts were rushed, but something about what Wednesday told him it made him slow down and think. Rationally at least. Wednesday days got to him, but Biancas voice still desperately echoing through the back of his mind. One part of him told him to reach out believe you but the other part screamed at him telling him the exact opposite. Xaviers mind ambivalent - not being able to make one choice.

You simply couldn't wrap your head around it, why would Xavier switch up so fast. What on earth made him think these ridiculous things. You asked yourself, holding a bow. Huge dark grey clouds covered the skies, the atmosphere looming as was your feelings. You shut your eyes and relaxed your shoulder as the arrow went through the air. It definitely hit the target. You look to see your arrow within the red bullseye - it was a shame really. Your first bullseye and Xavier wasn't there to see it. So you stared at it sadly, you didn't even feel good about it. "That was a good shot." A soft voice spoke out from behind you, it was the last person you'd think to see here.

Xavier stood there, arms limp at his sides. He stood hopeless. "Xavier, you might as well just leave if you are here to tell me about how I'm a manipulator." Giving your blunt statement straight away. "I don't need to hear anymore about it, so whatever you can believe, whatever." You didn't bother looking at Xavier; you looked away to the side at the empty archery court. You were still bitter at him, for ruining the dance and yelling at you. You had all the right to be. "No (y/n) I'm not here for that. Hear me out." Xavier stepped closer to you, his voice full of ache. Words spoken with a slight shake to them. "Hear you out?" You turned your head to face him, a deepened look on your face as your jaw clenched. "That's really funny Xavier, because you never heard me out so why the hell should I listen to you." Your scoffed in bitter words a miserable feelings within you. Xavier shook his head rapidly at you, his eyes glossy. "Because I'm sorry! That's why. I'm sorry." Xavier clenched his first together as his head dropped down low, you had never heard something so candid. "Just. Listen. For a few minutes listen to me." Xavier pleaded you, just for a small moment of your time. When he was able to pick his head back up, he faced you. Your own heart felt heavy seeing him like this, so your voice diminished into silence. Standing right opposite Xavier, he was stood so far from you.

"I was wrong to believe Bianca and what she said about you. It was stupid of me, and it was me being insecure and afraid. I am insecure and afraid. (Y/n) I regret it." Xavier began his speech, voice trailing on slowly. He looked you dead in the eyes. Within his eyes there were a glass coating that built up and captured the guilt within. For a moment all you could think... Binaca? Bianca did this to you? She caused this? Questions stormed through your head, it was just another hit to your heart. Xavier hadn't stopped talking yet. "I've been really hurt by what I done so I can't imagine how you must felt. So please forgive me." Xavier approached you, closing the space between you. You looked up at him with shock and sadness in your eyes. Too many things had just happened, so Bianca was really the one behind all this. It was never Xaviers fault was it.

It was sudden, but you pushed yourself into Xaviers arms. Your hands wrapping around him his heat radiating off you. Warming your body up. You had your head on his chest, you could hear how his heart raced and thudded in your ears. Xavier stood shocked as he felt your arms around him but quickly he wrapped his arms around you as he held you close to himself. For a while, you said nothing and just stayed in the safe hold. When it was time to speak, your voice muffled against his zip-up jumper. "I forgive you Xavier." You could feel in instant relief in his body as he was less stiff, his heart too slowed down. "Thank you. It was Wednesday who knocked sense into me." He hoarsely laughed, you feeling the vibrations coming from his chest.

Despite being so happy that you are Xavier finally made up like this, you were struck with sharp cuttings to your heart. Bianca really plotted against you, a friend you assumed was looking out for you to keep you safe. Your body was cold again when you pulled away from Xaviers hold, but he held you for a second longer as he proceeds to give you a comforting squeeze. The distance between you no longer as far and distant. "(Y/n) as a friend... you mean so much to me. Everything i said at the rave'n i meant. Apart from the...yknow." Xavier sincerely said to you. A smile began to tease at your lips, corner of your lips curving up as you showed off your pleased smile to Xavier. Your short laugh chimed through the air, floating around Xavier. It uplifted him. "You are really sincere and all Xavier... I'm cold so I think I should really head back to my dorm. I'll send you a text?" The air frosty with low winds that swept sharply against your cheeks.

"No, come to my dorm. Spend more time than me." Xavier wasn't asking you, he was telling you. His words serious as ever. "I want to draw you again. Be my muse." The seriousness broke as he began to mess about again with you. Smacking his arm as you walk past him. But you did head to his dorm room after all - how were you supposed to face Bianca after knowing what she had done at some point... you'd have to confront her. But in the meantime, you'll enjoy sitting with Xavier as he sketched out your face in his notepad and talked to you. The afternoon just you and him, talking. Xavier asked you a lot of things. One of them being: "that boy who was your date... are you a thing?" Xavier brought up from the blue as his pencil came to a halt on the paper. "I wouldn't say that no, I think we both like each other. It's only childish though." You say at your cheeks go slightly pink at the vampire boy who sat beside you. It really was childish. "Hm." Xavier replied with a small nod as he returned back to mapping out your face on the paper. Xavier had a strange feeling plotting at the bottom of your stomach as he watched you get giddy like that over some guy. It was a feeling, he had definitely felt before.

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I hope you can all be happy now... and are we seeing jealous xavier...👀👀 we all love some jealous sprinkled in

Bro I can't reply to my own post...

Part 10 out now‼️

Word count : 1566

[deranged-chinchilla]

silver foxes my beloved 💞

since my head has been rotting with the thought of being between these two fictional men, here’s a pair of one shots

Alan Grant |

(also it’s been a while since I’ve seen the movie so if the timing of everything isn’t as accurate, that’s why, anyways, enjoy! ✌️)

You thought going on a sponsored trip with your Paleontology mentor would be a fun time, but how silly you were to think such a thing.

Thinking you’d spend some possibly romantic and passionate alone time with the man, you had to suppress your disappointment along with your screams of absolute terror when the jeep you had chosen out of spite had been flipped over.

By what exactly?

A forty foot long tyrannosaurus rex, with sharp teeth filling its gigantic head.

You could see that in grotesqe detail as it curiously sniffed at the overturned vehicle’s now shattered windows, terrifying the children you were trapped with as you quietly shushed them and held them close to keep them from getting the giant creature’s attention once more.

“I know, I know it’s scary. But we’ll be okay.” You whisper in both Tim and Lexi’s ears as they whimpered, covering their mouths.

Then you looked up and, almost letting out a sigh of relief, you saw Alan getting out of his separate vehicle he got in with Ian, armed with a flare.

“Over here!!” Grant waved his arms as he shouted, earning the rex’s attention.

A pang of fear for him filled your chest but was quickly turned to pride as he opened the bright red light, waving it around to see if the dino would follow. And when it did, Alan threw it far away into the trees making the Rex follow after it.

That was when he made his way to your vehicle.

And though you felt a dulled pain in your lower leg from where the Rex had trapped you under one of the seats after nearly crushing the car, you made sure a sobbing Lex was out of there first and into the safety of Grant’s arms.

But before you could get Tim out as well, you heard Lexi scream and both you and the young boy froze in panic. Looking out again, you briefly saw Alan covering Lexi’s mouth as they remained stone-still beside the car before the Rex was right at the window again making Tim nearly scream as well before you covered his eyes and mouth.

Then the Jeep was spun around by the dino’s powerful snout making you and Tim involuntarily shriek as the car was pushed closer and closer to the ledge leading to long drop just before the dark forrest below.

Then pulling your foot free from the seat followed by a pained grunt as you gritted your teeth, you hurried Tim to the back of the Jeep in attempt o keep the vehicle in balance.

But the mud and rain made such a feat impossible and next thing you knew you guys were falling.

You held onto Tim with one hand while the other gripped what was left of the back window to ensure neither of you fell through where the windshield once was.

And luckily you didn’t fall for long when your car got caught on some branches and vines, suspending you in midair.

You quietly reassured the trembling Tim who seemed just seconds from throwing up as you looked around for any chance of escape.

But after a few minutes of what felt like total hopelessness, you soon felt the feeling lift from your shoulders when Alan was beside you on one of the tree branches.

“You guys alright?” He softly asks, looking around to make sure you were secure. While you gave him a relieved nod, Tim couldn’t hold back his bile anymore and puked, sending any food left in his system out the windshield.

After he was done, you helped the small boy to Alan and onto the safety of the branch before you carefully crawled your way to him to do the same.

But as soon as you were within reach, the car began to slip and your eyes widened, prepared to accept your fate.

But Alan wasn’t and quickly grabbed onto you, pulling you up into his chest right as the car fell.

You looked up at him as you tried to steady your breathing, but the proximity only made it harder as the air seemed to thicken.

That also may have been your injury and how high up you all were but same difference.

“I got you. I got you…” With his chest rising and falling heavily, and his voice soft with relief, you found him reassuring you and himself in that moment.

You squeezed him graciously, looking up at him.

“Thank you… but I think I might’ve bruised my ankle pretty bad.” You told him before he looked down and pulled up the pant of your leg to see a red bruise forming just above your ankle where the seat had almost crushed it.

Gently feeling it to check for any misplaced bones or fractures, you sucked in a breath through your teeth as Alan checked on it.

“It doesn’t seem broken but if it’s worse to walk, I’ll carry you.” He offered, and though it was tempting you shook your flustered head.

“I should be okay. Let’s just get back to the ground.” You panted before with the help from both boys, you all safely made it to the ground with Lexi meeting you there.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs |

Being a good friend of Abby’s, you spent quite a bit of time at the NCIS headquarters.

At first it was secret and she would sneak you in through one of the windows to her lab, but that was short lived with all of Gibbs’ surprise visits.

But when both you and Abby thought he’d for sure kick you out and forbid such a meet up from ever happening again, he surprisingly approached you without a scolding word.

Then he took hold of the collar of your shirt and clipped a visitor’s badge on it.

Then sending you a ghost of a smile, he commented on how Abby got a lot more done with you around and left.

But one night, just after the heartbreaking death of one of Abby’s coworkers, Kate, Abby was mourning and had run to the bathroom to fix her makeup after some reassurance from you.

While she was gone, however, and you held the fort, you were scared shitless out of your seat when a window suddenly shattered.

You ducked behind the metal desk in terror, clutching your racing heart in fear not knowing if that’d been a rock or a lucky gunshot that missed you.

Your question was answered however when the lights were shut off and you looked towards the door to see Gibbs rushing in to darken the room.

Then he crouched and made his way to you, not taking more than a second to be at your side.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked as you gripped his calloused hands with your own shaky ones.

“I wasn’t hit, I wasn’t hit.” You murmured, the second time you said it more for your own assurance as Gibbs let out his own sigh of relief.

“I knew I should’ve sent you home.” His comment seemed a bit backhanded at first, slightly offending and embarrassing you, before he embraced you warmly, rubbing your back soothingly.

You melted against his touch, resting your head against his shoulder as you sat side by side behind the safety of the desk.

“Where’s— Where’s Abby?” You asked, anxiety coursing through you at the possible grim answer.

“Safe, DiNozzo and McGee made sure of it.” Gibbs told you making you sigh with relief.

“Thank you.” You said, your body relaxing a bit as you stared off into the dark room.

His presence being enough for the lack of light to not scare you further.

There was a desolate moment of silence between you two, not tense like you would think, but comfortable.

“Why did you want to send me home?” You finally gather the courage to ask.

And hey, you were almost sniped, you had the confidence for just about anything now.

You couldn’t see his features all that well but you could sense him shift a little, turning to face you.

“Because you may not be hired as an NCIS agent, but I see you as part of the team. Hell, the whole team does. Kate did too.” He softly told you, his warmth carrying to you as you kept your head on his shoulder.

“I wish I got to know her better then…” You weren’t as close as her and Abby were due to your schooling schedule, but the few times you guys had run into each other when she wasn’t on missions were never short of heartwarming.

It was bittersweet looking at it now.

“I miss her…” You admitted, turning to look at him too. “I don’t want to miss out on anything with the rest of you.”

While it was more aimed then intended, Gibbs got the idea and you could hear him make the noise he usually made when he smiled.

“Tell you what,” He started, and you could still hear his grin. “We get out of this and you still feel the same way tomorrow, I’ll see what I can do.”

You smiled at this, relaxing once more at his side as he kissed the top of your head.

While at the time you thought it was just something Gibbs did, a protective kind of thing, it turned into much, much more.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sorry if it’s bad this is my first time writing something public for Tumblr, but I hope someone finds this fitting of their taste and enjoys :D

[unovanhunny]

[Finally getting around to more ficlets. This'll be my solution since I can't edit asks anymore]

I gotchu anon! Here's the post!

Ingo's the one who reached out to Emmet and so he gets "Captured" when they're found together, and Ingo is going against his country's wishes to even be there at the rebel camp. It's most certainly a twisty business.

It was a mixed reaction when Ingo pulled back the flap of the tent and entered the space his brother alone occupied. Initially, he had his head covered by his cloak's hood, dull grey and inconspicuous. But as he pulled it down, sure now that Emmet was truly alone, Ingo hoped he would be given the chance to do what he came here for.

Emmet was used to people coming into his tent at all hours to discuss strategy or talk, so the fact that someone entered wasn't unusual. The hood puzzled him, made him slightly wary. But with the hood pulled down and the intruder exposed, he stared at Ingo with an expression of surprise, trepidation, relief and maybe just a hint of happiness. It didn't last long as he drew his sword and pointed it at the leader he and his people were trying to defeat. Ingo put his hands up defensively, taking a step back, tossing open the cloak to show he was entirely unarmed and not a threat.

"Emmet, please... I'm just here to talk."

Blade still held aloft, Emmet narrowed his eyes at his brother. "What? What could you possibly have to talk to me about if it is not your unconditional surrender. Or at least a ceasefire to this."

There was conflict in Ingo's expression, a kind of sad desperation in his eyes, worried grinding of teeth against his bottom lip and a nearly hopelessness in the way his shoulders sagged. "I... I can't do that."

"Then I have no business with you and you should leave while I still give you the chance-"

"Please! Don't! This is the only way I could think to have a conversation with you! It's completely impossible to do so on the battlefield and no one knows I'm here. I really do just... Want to talk. I've missed you."

A silent standstill, unwavering arm still holding the blade. It was clear who had the upper hand here. Their eyes bored into each other, taking in every detail of the other they could, reading the intentions, feelings, story, on the other's face.

Finally Emmet lowered the blade and let out a sigh through his nose. Sword stored back in its sheath, he gestured to one of the chairs that circled a table with papers and maps for Ingo to take a seat on. He didn't fully trust him, how could he? But he couldn't find it in himself to turn away his brother despite being on opposite sides of this conflict. Clearing the table so Ingo couldn't see anything important, Emmet sat across from him with an expectant look, the edge of apprehension clear.

"So. You wanted to talk."

"Yes. I haven't seen you in so many years... You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognise you!"

"Yes, well, working to overthrow a twisted and corrupt regime that touts itself as righteous will do that."

Ingo whithered visbly at the comment. He had hoped that they could have a pleasant conversation, but he had the feeling Emmet would do this with anything he tried to say. His heart squeezed.

"I... Never meant for this. You must understand that, right? I would never want to fight you. If I had any choice I-"

"There is always a choice, Ingo. This conversation will not go the way you wish. I will not say I hate you, but we can never be brothers the way we once were. Everything is different now. You must understand that."

Ingo was quiet for a long time after that, gaze burning a hole in the table to hold back the burn of tears threatening to fill his eyes. Finally, he sighed.

"Yes... I know. Of course. It's foolish to pretend otherwise. I had... Maybe I was deluding myself. But I still wanted to try."

Once again it was silent. It made the space that stretched out between them painfully obvious. Impossibly vast and insurmountable.

"Did you really risk so much to simply speak with me? If anyone else had seen you, you know you would have been captured and made our bargaining chip." Emmet spoke cooly, ignoring the anxious itch at the back of his mind over that.

"We already said it was a foolish and fruitless endeavor, but it was genuine. I really did risk so much to get a moment with you.... I'm glad you don't hate me. You could and I wouldn't be able to fault you." Ingo's gaze wandered, looking anywhere that wasn't Emmet. "I am not as in charge as I may seem. Yes, I'm the face of the nation, the one who speaks the rallying words. But I'm not the one making the decisions. If I were, as soon as I knew you were involve, things would have gone very differently."

That had been the suspicion for some time. That Ingo was merely a figurehead. The Young King, so dedicated to his country, appointed by God to bring their nation to Greatness, could easily rally his people around him, words convincing them to follow orders that others had issued. An appealing mouthpiece.

".... I will tell you what. It is dangerous for you to stay for long. I know that someone will stop by sooner or later and the only option for you then is surrender. Go home, go back to your advisors and your palace. But... If you were to come by again at the same time tomorrow or the day after, I may be alone again."

Was this the beginning of a plan forming? Yes. Ingo was beloved. If they, he, could find a way to pry the claws of his advisors out of him, there was a chance they could get him to speak of peace, to change the public's view of the conflict, want to stop the fighting. Come to an understanding. So if his brother wanted to stop by and start to build a relationship with him again, then so be it. It might just solve all of their problems.

---

The plan was to give Ingo enough to keep him coming back, understand his thoughts and feelings and turn them towards a more favorablr outcome, find ways to go behind the backs of his advisors. And it was working!

But something else was happening. Something they both felt acutely. Emmet had been right, they could never have the same brotherly relationship they used to. The way their hearts ached for each other, the way it felt natural when their lips touched, their tongues tasted, it was far from what they once had.

And they indulged.

Of course Ingo was so easy to influence when he wanted to just spend time with Emmet without risking life and limb every time. This had to end. And his slowly cooling passion for the righteous rhetoric he fed to the people had started to make its impact.

It was on a morning where they pushed their luck too far that it finally fell to pieces. Neither of them wanted Ingo to leave, so he convinced himself to stay later and later until they were awoken by an indignant voice.

What was the enemy leader doing there? In their own leader's tent? If not for the fact that they were twins, they would think he was trying to seduce their leader into surrender. But he must be using their shares history to his advantage. Why else would he be there? And that he was still there only solidified that his tactic must have started to work! Emmet had gotten weak to him!

Everything felt like it was going too fast and too slow in the same moment. Separated, Emmet kept far away from the king that wasn't his but who had his heart. He had been manipulated, he was in no fit state to make rational decisions about Ingo now!

It was with desperation Emmet tried to explain his tactics, his plan. He wasn't manipulated, he was the one doing the manipulation! Ingo was integral to finding an end to this, finally! One where no one else had to die!

"Emmet, do you really think that's the way this ends? With peace? I didn't realise you were such an idealist."

The words struck a cord within him and he felt a sick twist in his stomach. "What do you mean..."

"This doesn't end until all the ones in charge are dead. Of course this King of theirs is just for show. We use him as bait so we can draw out the ones really pulling the strings. And then we kill them. Then and only then will it be safe for us. Sure, they're more likely to send armies after us before they submit to any demands, but morale will take a hit as more soldiers die without their King to guide them."

"Or... They rally their armies to avenge and recapture their King and use him as motivation!"

"That's a risk we're willing to take at this point. You've done the best you could until now trying to lead us, but this conflict won't end until we do something decisive. And you just so happened to have the most decisive piece of this entire thing conveniently stowed away in your tent. We can't rest until the advisors are dead, and by then maybe we'll even spare your King brother. You'll be the one to take over, though. After all, you have as much right as him don't you?"

It was a cold feeling, knowing the ones he trusted most had an entire plan they came up with involving him without ever consulting him. And that things were out of his hands now. The bloodshed that may ensue from this would be worse than that leading up to it, and it was his own fault.

"Can I at least see him?" Despite being at war, only now did it feel as though his world was moments from crumbling and falling apart. Ingo had become so integral to his life that the thought of being kept away from him burned a hot painful hole in the pit of his stomach.

"Eventually, and under supervision. We can't allow you to jeopardize any of our plans now. But you played your part perfectly, so we can give you a little lenience."

To think he thought Ingo was the only one to have been nothing but a symbol to be used as a face for this war. They really were twins in the end, weren't they?

[cobalt-the-sonic]

[...where was...he...? it was all so... different... so hazy... hard to... remember, what... what was he doing... he couldn't remember... he focused.. and saw a few images. He used to be able to run, spin, jump, until His Enemy made The Virus.]

[that horrible, horrible virus. That chrome liquid that was cold to the touch, it haunted his nightmares, it pushed through his skin and tried to spread across the world... It made him angry. It made him boil with hatred and fear.]

[It was all because of a single person. His Enemy... Doctor Eggman... The one who had hurt him so much, who tortured him for six months, who kept trying to destroy the world he kept fighting for... It was so tiring... he just wanted all to stop, and it stopped... in a way.]

[He fell to the virus too. but... that wasn't all. He wasn't alone, was he? No, he wasn't at all alone in his quest to destroy his world. Mr Tinker was turned back to an evil conqueror because of this... person he could barely remember.]

[it was all because of him. What was his name... he could only remember lines of stars]

********

[Lines of Stars... Star Lines... His name... StarLine. That name made him angry. Starline is the reason everything happened, if it wasn't for Starline, Eggman would've never returned. Everything would be fine. Everyone would still be alive. HE would not be INFECTED.]

[because of him, his body withered into metal, his friends were lost in the steel, his home swallowed by iron. he would not rest until Starline paid... and that thought brought back complete memories, of his fall.]

[He was fighting the virus, and someone else. Jumping across buildings until he slipped with a metallic puddle, but he managed to strike a final hit, before everything went black, he heard a scream before he fell into the ground.]

[when he woke up, the virus had already taken over him, it felt horrible, he wanted to scream as the very last of his cells turned into metal, his mind crumbling, he could only focus on a white platypus.]

[The platypus was scourging some sort of machine until he noticed the approaching zombot, this made him change his expression, trying to get... things... from the machine, before running away from the zombot, leaving a trail behind from an orange gemstone in his hand.]

[He ran after him, as fast as he could, following him for an unknown time... when he reached him... he'd make sure he would feel as hopeless as he did. he'd take all exits, he'd leave him no escape, he'd made him want to scream, and take his voice.]

[And now, he had him in his claws. Helpless. Scared. Fearing for his life, holding onto everything like he did, trying to escape the zombot, hitting a wall. It was over. And just as he was about to inflict the virus on him... a portal opened, they both fell, and then... everything was hazy.]

[And then... He woke up. In this strange... Hazy... void... Just to have his arm pulled by something -- Things began to get overwheling -- Loud Noises -- Voices -- Feelings]

[ANOMALY CORRECTION ATTEMPT A--UNKNOWN ERROR--RESTARTING CORRECTION ATTEMPT--STAND BY--ANOMALY SUCCESSFULLY NEUTRALIZED]

[and then things finally stopped. The overwhelming feelings washed away... but he couldn't react anymore... those seconds hurt so much, he could barely move... Why did they keep hurting him?]

[He was now no longer alone.]

"Wh... Where... Am I? urgh... My head hurt-- Wh-Who are you two?"

"arghhhhh... huh? w-What happened?! Where Am I-- Blue?! Where the heck am I?! H-How are there two of you?!"

"Blue? M-My name is Nick, Nick Parlouzer. A-And... I don't... know? As far as I knew... I was the only 'Sonic'?"

"PFFT! What on mobius' sake is with that last name? It's so ridiculous... As for bein' the only Sonic, Yeah right, don't make me laugh 'Nick'."

"What on Earth are you talking about?"

"(earth??) Come on, don't tell me you don't know about the other zones, you're at least aware of the Cosmic Interstate, right?"

"... uh... nnnno? I'm... not getting anything you're saying."

"... You can't be this stupidly clueless. (I swear if I got myself in a trap from the Zone-Cops I will kill someone.)"

"... Uh..."

"Sigh. I need. A moment to process all of this."

"... ... ... So, what is this place anyways? Do you know? (You seem to know a lot of things, weird things but...)"

"Judging by your presence, and that weird guy over there, The empty black void... Hell, probably. I died and this is my punishment."

"I- ..."

"For a 'Sonic' you really can't take a joke."

"..."

"Whatever... Hrmm... Blue over there has just been silent, huh. Not even moved an inch... creep."

"He kinda... looks made of metal, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, fucked up, ain't it...?"

"uh-huh."

[Starline... He has to find Starline...]

"...S...tar...line..."

"Uh-"

"...Wuzzat"

[siriusblackisdead]

Easthaven

Winter break

The room was cold and dark despite its white walls. There was something lurking in the shadows, creatures from his nightmares full of hands trying to reach him, to touch him and take him apart piece by piece, ruining everything he worked so hard on for the past few years to put together. He tried to ignore them, but every time he closed his eyes he could feel their deathly touch burning imprints into his skin, pressing him deeper and deeper into the stiff mattress. He tried to move, get away from them or fight, he havent decided yet, but it was meaningless. The leather straps around his arms and legs were firmly holding him in one place, not letting him move, not letting him to do ANYTHING other than endure what was about to come, what Andrew KNEW was about to come. They became his trap, his own twisted cage and Andrew couldnt get away, he couldnt get away, he couldnt get away, he couldnt get away…

A voice echoed down the hallway, Andrew could hear it clearly even through his ragged breath. A voice which could not belong to a human being, no, it couldnt. It was a nightmare, a living fucking nightmare, one of the worst kind. A hallucination, he thought at first, naive and desperate as he was. A hallucination from the withdrawal, it must have been. But luck was never really on Andrews side and he soon had to realise that the demons werent only haunting in his head anymore.

The door opened with a disgusting creak, letting some light into the room, making the shadowy hands dissapear, only for them to be replaced with real ones. The light dissapeared and the world became dark again as the old man started to undress and Andrew was seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen, scared and desperate and hopeless all over again. He was hiding under the kitchen table, praying to whatever gods would listen, for Drake to not find him. He was praying to them, for him to not take him to his bedroom, to not throw him onto his bed, to not touch him. He was praying to them for him to not press on his gashes, pulling on them until they were bleeding again and the only thing Andrew could feel was the pain of old wounds being open again, ripped apart.

None of those gods ever answered though and Andrew was left alone, as so many times before. To bleed out, if he had to. Die of a broken heart, broken body, broken soul.

He didnt scream “no” that night. He didnt scream anything. He couldnt; not anymore, not after everything. The only thing left for him was to feel the hot blood running down his hands and the burning of a touch that didnt belong to his family, that didnt belong to Neil.

Hes been through this too many times to not get used to the pain, used to the idea of being “Andrew Doe” again, the child he tried to kill so hard for the past years, but failed miserably.

Somehow, he got used to the pain; and even if he didnt, there would be more to come, because there always was. Just when he finally started to believe - such a stupid thing do to, really -, just when he started to hope and live again, his demons woke up and came back again to try to finish what they couldnt, what they failed to do before. To kill him, because thats what was going on here, wasnt it? To break him, over and over again until there was not enough left of him to put together, until the pieces were too tiny and worn out to fit, until their edges were too sharp to touch, and Andrew would bleed out trying to save them. To save himself.

He shouldnt have hoped. He never will, not again, he knew that for certain. He couldnt. He was smarter than that. So sad he wasnt smart enough to save himself when he still could.

When the man finished, he put his jeans back on and left without another word, without another glance, leaving him behind broken and lifeless. Not like it was the first time and not like it was the last. And then, a single tear rolled down Andrews cheek, something so strange he didnt even recognise it at first.

But just like his screams, just like his desperate ‘no’s and ‘please’s, his tears werent heard out. They didnt matter anything more than another weakness.

They didnt stop the man from coming back.

They didnt stop the shadow hands from torturing him.

They didnt help at all, and all Andrew wanted at that moment, was to die. To stop existing.

And so he did.

[serendipminie-writes]

hii minie! trick or treat?

Hi Cristie!!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!! I will give you a treat!

You get... Swedish gummy raspberries!

And... a snippet from Love and Other Lies!

I'll finally be alone, Prince Ryn thinks as he quietly heads down to his garden. But does he want to be? He doesn't know anymore. 

What he does know is that flowers are his world. Flowers are what ground him, what calm him, what refresh him. 

And so that's what pulls him back to the beautiful place, a garden just for him that he had planted himself after begging his father.

He opens the gate, and walks inside, along the flower-lined path that leads to the centre of the garden.

The moonlight shines beautifully above, painting all the flowers in a majestic silver glow, lighting his path and his surroundings, making allusion to a shadow bent over in front of the ornate bench Ryn so dearly loves.

This gardener loves to defy him so, Ryn notes, so much that he had stayed here- or had he come back? The prince couldn't be sure.

As Ryn gets closer and closer to the garden's centre, he's able to hear it. Someone coughing. Kahlen coughing, it couldn't well be anyone else. He can't exactly explain why, but his footsteps speed up. Ryn stops when he reaches the edge of the centre, observing the sight in front of him.

The gardener is bent over in front of Ryn’s bench, coughing violently. He is surrounded by a bunch of beautiful ice blue flower petals, some tinted red or completely coated by a viscous liquid. Ryn gasps, rushing towards Kahlen.

Ryn doesn't think twice, just kneels down in front of Kahlen, and wraps his arms around the gardener, lightly, as Ryn knows not the reason he's coughing.

"Kahlen," he speaks softly, voice wavering slightly, "Are... Is there anything I can do to help you?" He skips over the "are you alright?" Because Ryn can clearly see that he's not.

"I-" Kahlen coughs again, voice weak, "I don't know what's happening to me."

Oh, goodness. Kahlen actually sounds scared, and Ryn has no idea how on earth to deal with that. He almost feels his own heart flutter brokenly at the sound of Kahlen’s voice so full of fear.

"I- me neither, alright," Ryn blinks a couple of times, "but we'll fix it together, okay?"

"R-Ryn..." Kahlen mutters softly. "It... it hurts."

Ryn has no energy to chastise him, to correct him for not using his proper title, just enough to hold him and pull him closer because his name coming out of Kahlen’s mouth makes everything seem like it's not hopeless after all.

"I... I know, Kahlen," Ryn whispers, picking Kahlen up and carrying him over a few steps to the bench, carefully sitting Kahlen on top of his lap.

"But I'll try to help you, okay?" Ryn cups Kahlen’s face in his hand, carefully stroking the side of his face, feeling the slightly feverish skin. Oh, how he has dreamed of this, if only in slightly different circumstances.

Kahlen coughs again, and a mix of the beautiful petals and blood land on Ryn’s chest.

So the flowers are coming from Kahlen.

Ryn is worried, he knows he is, but he is also enthralled at the beauty of the petals, such a perfect, beautiful colour, probably Ryn’s favourite shade of blue in the universe. But then Ryn sees the blood, and he loses his calm all over again.

"Who did this, Lennie?" Ryn utters mournfully, "Who did this to you?"

I hope you enjoy! Happy Halloween!

Tagging @worldsfromhoney because I know you were curious about this wip :)

[asukamood]

Rule number 4: Never question Blue during a hangover

Pairing: Drueswap

Multiverse: Dreamswap

Warnings: Past alcohol use, I think that’s it.

Synopsis: Wine hangovers are the worst.

***

When Blue woke up the next morning, he could only describe his state as pitiful. His head was ringing loudly as if someone had introduced a bell inside of his skull and was currently in the process of banging it as hard as they could against his bones. His eyes were hardly movable and keeping them open was painful anyway, he was susceptible to the light and just a sparkle was enough to make him feel like his irises were burning.

It wasn’t just his eyes though, his whole body felt so heavy compared to what it usually felt like and there was that thing surrounding him that made him uncomfortable. After risking yet again a look at the outside world and immediately regretting it, Blue groaned and buried his face into Dream’s shoulder.

“I don’t like this at all.” He squeezed Dream tighter, who just let out a sigh in response.

“Wine hangovers are the worst, I agree.” He let one of his fingers trace the bone of Blue’s back, who basically melted, and leaned even more into the winged man.

“Having them isn’t something I regret lacking.”

“I still don’t understand how you could like that. It doesn’t even taste that good and the aftermath is a nightmare!” Dream laughed at his hopeless tone.

“That’s what happens when you’re in a really bad state- Now get off of me, I need to go make breakfast.” Dream tried to straighten up, making the blanket slightly slip off Blue’s body.

The latter whined into his neck, not letting go. If anything, he was holding him even tighter now. “Stay with me…” He slurred, trying to push the other down to the mattress again. “I would tie you down if I have to…” He mumbled, still half asleep and entirely in pain.

“Ah.” Dream sighed, flopping back down, much to Blue’s happiness. “So you don’t want me to go huh?”

A hiss escaped the shorter one. “Oh no, of course, I want you to leave me alone in my misery, silly me! WHAT DO YOU THINK?” His voice cracked in the middle of his second sentence and he absolutely wanted to die at that moment.

Dream hummed, one of his hands reaching up to pet the other’s hair to calm him down. It seems to work since Blue slouched back down against Dream’s body again. His leg brushed his own and he stifled out a laugh, that contact felt like a tickle.

“So you’re unusually sassy and get mad easily during a hangover, got it.” Blue groaned again, shifting. He felt so tired but he didn’t want to sleep either. That sucked.

“You don’t need to remember that.” His arm was starting to feel numb because of being stuck between his and Dream’s body. He wiggled it out before resting it on Dream’s chest. That felt better. “I’m not planning on touching any drop of alcohol ever again.”

Dream smirked up at him, rubbing small circles on his nape. “Maybe you shouldn’t have touched my stash without asking me first Hmm?”

Blue slightly tilted his head upward to weakly glare at the other. “Oh shut up, I don’t wanna hear about this anymore.” He flopped his head back down in defeat.

After that, the two fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken by Blue’s soft purring and whimpering when Dream stopped touching him.

Another mewl escaped him before Dream started speaking again.

“Hey Blue, do you remember anything that happened while you were drunk?” Blue froze, his purrs momentarily stopped as well. Even if that happened, Dream kept rubbing small circles on his nape with his finger, albeit a bit slower now.

“... For my sake, it’s better if I pretend I don’t.” He let out after a few, feeling even worse than he initially did. That was a record on its own. “I’m sorry, but could we talk about something else?”

Dream’s finger went back to its original speed. “Of course, that’s totally fine. Don’t hesitate to talk to me though if you need it alright? I promise I’m a good listener.” Blue almost wanted to tear up at how sweet that was. Perhaps, this kind of behavior was normal and there was really nothing to get emotional about but he couldn’t help it. It was one of the first times someone had truly cared for him like that and he can’t deny how good it feels to know someone cares.

“Anyways, I found what happened shortly after you fell asleep really cute.” Blue’s eye twitched. He didn’t know what happened exactly but just by Dream’s teasing tone, he was not going to like it very much, he could feel it deep in his soul.

“... What are you referring to exactly?” While the words were leaving his mouth, his brain had been furiously searching for any kind of memory it could get its hands on. What could he have possibly done then? Or said? He has seen drunk people do crazy stuff numerous times and he wasn’t quite sure what he was able to do. After all, it was the first time he had ever drunk anything.

“Oh, you know…” Blue swore Dream’s smirk was just getting wider. “When you asked for my hand after forgetting we were together?”

Blue took approximately ten seconds to register and comprehend the information. Once he did, a loud screech escaped his throat. “WHAT?!”

The winged man’s chuckles turned into downright hysterical laughter when that happened, his chest vibrating with the action.

“There’s no way I did that!” The shorter one shouted, his cheeks tainted a faint cherry red. “I don’t remember that happening at all, you’re just teasing me!” Dream was unresponsive to his protests, keeping on laughing.

His boyfriend got slightly angry, weakly hitting his shoulder. “Stop laughing!” He wasn’t strong enough to actually make those hits hurt, he didn’t want to anyway, but that seemed to make Dream’s laughter calm down.

“Haha…” Dream wiped a lone tear that was threatening to escape his eye. Was that really this funny? “Sorry.” He didn’t look sorry at all.

“Although it did happen, look, I have a video.” Blue’s eyes widened in horror.

“You what?” Seeing Dream swipe his screen with his finger felt like watching the guillotine getting ready to behead him and him handing him his phone, the equivalent of walking toward said guillotine.

He took the device with a slightly trembling hand, praying to every God there is that this didn’t actually happen, that it was actually a bad prank Dream was pulling on him.

Then he hit the play button.

***

Some shuffling was noticeable when the video started, the screen alternating between white sheets to blinding white light. A hiss was heard not too far from the mic, the sound slightly picking up.

After a few seconds, the image finally got cleared and the camera was turned to something that was actually interesting. Dream’s face.

“Finally.” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “That took way too much time to do.” A sigh escaped him. “I’m gonna have to be faster later, I can’t deal with needing 5 minutes just to get a dumb video started.”

While he was talking, a sleepy Blue stumbled out of the bedroom in the background, rubbing his eyes with one hand absently.

Dream looked back at the screen and frowned when he noticed Blue in the camera’s shot. He twisted his neck slightly to look at him, a questioning look on his face.

“Blue?” He called, grabbing the other’s attention. “What are you doing up already? It’s still late, go back to sleep.” The words that came out of Dream’s mouth seemed to pass over Blue completely who just stopped to stare at the winged man, his jaw wide open.

Dream tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Uh… Blue? You alright?”

“Wow…” The latter responded, quickly making his way over to Dream and sitting right before him. His hand reached for one of Dream’s wings, which rapidly ducked out of his reach. That rejection only seemed to increase Blue’s newfound admiration for them, his pupils looking seconds away from stars. “Are you an Angel?”

The question seemed to throw Dream off, who basically choked on his spit. “Wha- Blue, you know that I’m not an Angel, I told you many times before, don’t you remember?”

It was Blue’s turn to look confused. His dilated pupils looked up at Dream. “Have we met before?” Dream’s mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out of the action. He looked conflicted on what to do next, probably not used to this kind of behavior from Blue.

“Of course not.” He shook his head, not waiting for Dream’s reaction to start speaking again. “I think I would have remembered if I had seen such a handsome face.” He shifted closer as Dream sputtered, his hand coming up to cup Dream’s cheek. “Your eyes are so pretty too… Are you single?”

The camera started shaking, it looks like Dream was as sensitive to Blue’s flirting as when he’s sober.

He started to scoot even closer, his eyes boring into Dream’s. “You look so good blushing… Oh screw it all.” He sat on Dream’s lap without warning, holding his collar with two hands. “Marry me, please.”

He sounded so desperate that Dream’s grip on his phone loosened and it fell, the loud thud shaking the device. A few minutes of muffled sounds later, a hand finally appeared on camera before it was grabbed and taken back into the light.

“He fell asleep.” Dream looked dumbfounded as he said that, Blue curled up to his side like a cat and his eyes closed. “I'm going to show him this when he wakes up tomorrow. I just have to.”

Then the video stopped.

***

Dream was waiting patiently for Blue’s reaction.

“…” Blue inhaled deeply. “Show this to anyone and I swear to god I will make out with you in front of the journalists.”

Dream burst out laughing again.

[ifidiedinadream]

How about an AU style fic where Joel really is just some dude, who sings in bars and clubs. Then Niko, who's the lead singer of a famous band (aka Blind Channel) is scouting for a new singer to work with them. He finds Joel singing in a dive bar one night and falls in love with his voice. He wants Joel to join the band, but he'll have to prove himself to the rest of the boys before he's accepted 😏

hi hello 🖤 content warning for dubcon if you squint, but joel is a whore so it doesn't really apply

oh and bukkake

also on ao3

Niko takes a sip of the cheap beer, willing the alcohol to obnubilate his disappointment and all the bitter feelings as soon as possible. 

Another fruitless day; the quest of finding the missing piece for Blind Channel is starting to feel futile. The little bubbles burst in Niko’s glass, one after the other, and his frustration only grows as the foam diminishes until it’s only a thin veil over the yellow liquid. Frustration is an emotion he doesn’t like too much - it’s too close to hopelessness, the step immediately prior, and Niko can stay focused and determined all he wants but he can’t pretend it’s not taking a toll on him for too long. 

Maybe they’re destined to stay a five piece band. But Niko doesn’t like singing alone all that much. 

“C’mon,” Joonas elbows him, pulling him out of his musings, “stop thinking about it. You won’t find a solution now, here out of all places.” 

“I know,” Niko shrugs and takes another sip, “can’t help it.” 

“You need a break, though. All of us do, actually,” Tommi suggests. Olli nods in agreement.  

“And like, even if we weren’t to find anyone… we’ve always worked well as a five piece. We can keep doing that. If all else fails.” 

Aleksi utters this sentence quietly, carefully. He knows it’s not what Niko wants to hear, that it doesn’t align with his creative vision and yes, maybe they’ve worked well so far, they earned a dedicated fanbase who loves them, but it’s not enough for Niko, not anymore; he needs someone to bring something new to the table, he needs a new voice, new sensitivity that’ll take the band to the next level. 

(And pull them out of their current stale, annoying writing block.) 

Niko doesn’t answer Aleksi, tired and unwilling to start an argument with his friend; he only sighs instead, making the beer in his glass spin with a light movement of his wrist. It’s hard to tell what the future holds for them. 

Suddenly there’s a change in lights in the already dim dive bar and it catches Niko’s attention. He turns to a corner of the room, where someone is putting a music stand in front of a chair. It’s lonely and slightly sad. Just thinking back to the days he wasn’t a successful musician leaves him with a sense of tiredness that reaches deep in his bones. 

It’s a blond guy, tall and lean, with a guitar in hand. The first thing Niko thinks is that he’s damn gorgeous, with the black streaks in his hair and the chains around his neck and all the tattoos. Why is he performing in such a bar? Why isn’t anyone but himself paying attention to him? 

He starts to sing. Niko’s mouth falls open at the first note; the voice that conveys it is like velvet, sensual and soothing, and Niko feels all warm inside. When the chorus hits, his voice opens up and gets louder and dirtier, possibly containing all the rage and frustration the dude’s been keeping inside. It’s not easy to do. He’s giving all of himself to a crowd who barely even notices him, but maybe it’s better like this, for it seems like an incredibly intimate moment for the performer. A vulnerable one - and Niko is astonished to witness it, even if it leaves him feeling like he’s prying. 

And to think, he’s only singing a rock version of a well known pop song. 

“Damn, he’s good,” Aleksi comments. Niko hasn’t noticed when their table has gone silent. 

“He is,” Joonas agrees, “kinda fits our vibe.” 

Indeed. 

“He’s the one. We need him in our band.” 

“Woah, calm down, bud,” Tommi crosses his arms on his chest. “How many artists have we turned down that we were fairly impressed with at first again?”  

“No, it’s not the same,” Niko says. “None of them could perform like this. Be this soulful and raw and technically competent at the same time. He’s exactly what I had in mind.” 

“So we’re asking him to join?” 

“Fuck yeah we are.” 

The others don’t answer, quietly agreeing, Niko supposes, and soon enough they’re enraptured by this mysterious singer’s voice again. They decide to go talk to him after his set is over, but as they walk over to what is supposed to be the stage, Aleksi glances over at Niko with an amused grin. 

Only slightly concerning, thank you very much. 

“I can’t promise you I will behave.”  

Niko rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. Not this fucking fixation of Aleksi’s again. 

“When do you, like, ever.” 

The singer watches them approach with wide eyes underlined in black, beautiful and blue and a bit wild. Niko finds it endearing; he’s starstruck. 

“Hi, I’m Joonas,” Joonas stretches his hand out to him, “just wanted to say sick performance. We loved your voice.” 

The guy grabs Joonas’ hand and shakes it timidly, despite towering over him. 

“Thank you.” 

“We have a proposition for you. Let’s go outside,” Aleksi says. 

Niko glances over at Aleksi, a warning in his eyes. All in all, there isn’t much he can do to stop him; Niko might be the CEO, but if Aleksi wants something, he’ll get it. Niko doesn’t even hate the idea, he only hopes it won’t scare the singer away - he’d hate to lose such a good candidate just because his bandmate is a damn pervert. 

“S-sure,” the singer slings his guitar case over his shoulder. “I’m Joel, by the way.” 

“We’ve been scouting for a new singer,” Niko explains as soon as they’re by their cars in the dimly lit parking lot. “And we think you might be perfect for our band.” 

Joel gasps audibly. “Me? You want me in your band?” 

“Not so fast, kid,” Aleksi says, “you need to prove yourself to us first.” 

The guys all exchange glances, figuring out what’s going on, feeling rather excited about it by the looks of it, while Joel looks at them confused. 

“Sure thing, I can sing whatever you want. I can also play guitar and drums.” 

“We saw how virtuoso you are,” Tommi says. “It’s your motivation we need to put to test.” 

“My… motivation?” 

“How hard do you wanna be part of Blind Channel, handsome?” Joonas asks, and Joel looks at him with the same wild eyes as before. “We’ll change your life. We’ll make a rockstar out of you, isn’t that your dream? Don’t you want it with your entire being?” 

“I - yes, it’s what I want.”    

“Then blow me,” Aleksi says, undoing his belt hastily, “I wanna see what that pretty mouth can do.” 

“Blow us,” Olli corrects. 

“W-what?” 

“You heard ‘em,” Niko says. “If you wanna be part of the band, we need to make sure you’re one hundred percent compatible with us. Gotta see if your throat is worth it.” 

“I -” 

“It’s your choice,” Tommi deadpans. 

Joel is red in the face, his breathing shallow. Aleksi has already taken himself out because he has zero chill and Olli isn’t far behind; Joel isn’t looking at them but in the void in front of him, weighing his options. Niko is in no rush. 

After a moment of palpable tension and expectation, Joel gently drops his guitar to the floor and falls to his knees. He’s still too tall, Niko muses, but they’ll make it work. 

Aleksi reaches out to touch Joel’s face, guiding it ever so gently to his hard cock. He rubs his thumb over Joel’s bottom lip and observes his face almost fondly, before he lets him take his dick into his mouth, not holding back a sigh when he does. 

Joel, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to hate it; in fact he’s sucking avidly, eyes closed, throat expanding visibly as he welcomes Aleksi in. Aleksi puts his hand in his hair and pulls him closer with a moan. 

“Don’t be so selfish, Ale,” Joonas says. “Pass him on.” 

Reluctantly, Aleksi loosens the grip in Joel’s hair and lets him pull back. Joel’s eyeliner is running and he’s catching his breath, but soon enough he’s putting his mouth on Joonas, taking the tip between his lips and bringing a hand to massage his balls. Joonas throws his head back with a curse. The others, Niko included, are all lazily stroking themselves as they enjoy the show, Aleksi a bit more desperate than them as he already got a taste. 

Joel pulls away after a while, looking up at Joonas with glassy eyes before daring to do anything. Joonas tells him he can move along, and Niko loves how compliant Joel is, waiting for them to be satisfied before taking another dick in his mouth. 

“I’m sure he’ll fit in our band perfectly.” 

Niko can’t really explain it, but something changes in Joel upon hearing his remark; he starts sucking on Olli’s dick with great enthusiasm, making Olli moan loud, taking him deeply every time he sinks down on him. 

“Fuck yeah he will.” 

When Joel lets Olli’s cock go, he looks incredibly fucked out; his lips are plump and his cheeks red and his eyes and nose wet. He moves on to Tommi, who promptly makes him part his lips by taking his chin down. He spits in Joel’s mouth. 

“Swallow.” 

Joel obeys Tommi’s order and Niko’s hand picks up the pace around his own cock; if this goes on, he’ll probably come before it’s even his turn. 

“Good boy.” 

Again, Joel is invigorated by the praise. He dives into Tommi and takes in as much of him as he can, all the while Tommi is holding him close by the nape. He starts bobbing his head up and down, and then Aleksi is moving closer to Tommi, painfully hard dick in his hand. 

“Let me…” 

Tommi lets go of Joel and Joel turns to Aleksi; he opens his mouth wide and accepts the load Aleksi spills into his mouth with a low grunt and frantic movement of his hand. Joel only closes his lips when he’s sure Aleksi has finished, swallowing down all his cum with an expression that doesn’t betray disgust, quite the contrary; Aleksi caresses his hair once before stepping back. 

“Fuck, he’s so good.” 

Finally, it’s Niko’s turn: he’s so turned on by the little show Joel has been giving them that he doubts he’ll be able to draw this out, and he’s more than eager to feel how Joel’s mouth feels like. 

When he welcomes him in, Niko feels the sticky wetness of the remains of Aleksi’s cum, but it doesn’t bother him. Joel’s mouth is like a warm embrace, not much different than his singing voice, and his blue eyes glisten as he looks up at him, doing his best to please him. The other guys (minus Aleksi) have gathered around them, all of them now close to their release. They’re pumping their cocks near Joel’s face, while Joel is occupied sucking Niko’s cock, running his tongue down his shaft, sucking lightly on the head to swallow the beads of precum. Olli comes on his face and Joel barely winces, more out of surprise than anything. He only pulls back when Joonas hits his eye with his seed, and Niko thinks it must burn like crazy, but even then, Joel doesn’t relent, still working Niko’s cock like his life depends on it. 

Niko pulls away a second before he comes; he barely registers Joel’s red eyes, now open, and spills all over his face and in his mouth, adding to the cum of all his bandmates (Tommi came just a moment before him). Joel looks obscene yet so eager, and Niko would like to keep his eyes open and watch him, but the intensity of his orgasm doesn’t let him. His legs shake and his ears ring as the pleasure explodes deep in his guts, reaching every limb in only a second. He’s entirely relaxed when he comes down, so much so that he has to lean back against the car for support while he waits for his vision to clear out. 

“Shit.” 

“Shit, indeed.” 

Niko straightens. Joel is still kneeling in between cars in the middle of the parking lot. He’s waiting for Niko to say something, if the pleading eyes he’s watching him with are any indicator. 

“Yeah, dude, you’re in,” Niko confirms, and Joel stands up so suddenly and vigorously it can’t be good for his blood pressure. 

“Really?!” 

“This was the deal,” Joonas explains, “so, yes.” 

“FUCK YEAH!” 

Joel hugs Niko forcefully, and Niko would be grossed out under different circumstances, but he already likes this kid so much that it’s hard to give a shit.