#My heart is breaking why I do this to myself

[kpop-reactions-povs]

Stray kids- Apologizing after an argument they had with their S/O

Bang Chan

You told him you felt neglected because of his busy schedule, but he lashed out in frustration. "You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me!" Later that night, Chan walks into the room quietly. He finds you sitting on the bed, eyes downcast, and his heart clenches at the sight. "Hey… I’ve been thinking about what I said, and I hate myself for hurting you like that." His voice wavers slightly as he takes your hands in his. "You’re the most important person in my life. I was stupid and tired, but that’s no excuse. I love you more than anything, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right." He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly. "Please don’t doubt how much you mean to me. I’ll prove it every single day."

Lee Know

He had been acting distant, and when you brought it up, he snapped. "Maybe you should stop expecting so much from me!" After some time alone, Lee Know comes back to find you sitting by the window, wiping away silent tears. His chest tightens with guilt. "Y/N…" he says softly, kneeling beside you. "I was a complete jerk. You were just trying to talk to me, and I pushed you away." His eyes glisten as he cups your face gently. "I never want to hurt you like that again. You’re everything to me. Please forgive me." His lips brush softly against your forehead. "Let me take care of you tonight, okay? Just you and me."

Changbin

He kept brushing off your feelings, and when you insisted on talking, he got defensive. "Why can’t you just drop it already?" Changbin finds you curled up in bed, your back turned to him. He hesitates before crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "I was so wrong, baby," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "You were just trying to be honest with me, and I made you feel like your feelings didn’t matter. But they do. You matter more than anything." He buries his face in your shoulder. "I’ll listen better. I’ll be better. I just… can’t lose you." His grip tightens around you. "I love you so much."

Hyunjin

You felt like he wasn’t prioritizing your relationship, and he lashed out in frustration. "Maybe we’re just better off taking a break!" Hours later, Hyunjin shows up at your door, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. "Please… let me explain," he pleads. "I didn’t mean any of it. I was scared and overwhelmed, but losing you would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me." His voice breaks, and tears roll down his cheeks as he takes your hands. "I love you more than words can ever say. Please give me another chance to prove it to you." He hugs you tightly, refusing to let go until he feels you melt into his embrace. "You’re my everything."

Han

You confronted him about being emotionally distant, and he lashed out in frustration. "Why do you always need so much from me?" Han sits across from you, his hands trembling slightly as he speaks. "I messed up. I was scared because you’re the one person who makes me feel vulnerable, and I didn’t know how to handle it." His eyes brim with unshed tears. "But pushing you away was the worst thing I could’ve done. You deserve all the love I have to give. Please… let me show you that you’ll never have to ask for it again." He cups your face gently, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Felix

He kept canceling your plans together, and you told him it made you feel unimportant. "I’m trying my best, okay? You’re being too sensitive!" Felix knocks on your door softly, his face filled with guilt when you finally open it. "I hurt you, and I hate that I made you feel like you didn’t matter to me," he says, his voice cracking. "You’re everything to me. I should’ve listened instead of pushing you away." He steps closer, his hands resting on your shoulders. "I’ll do better. I promise. Just… stay with me, okay? I love you so much." His voice is barely a whisper as he pulls you into the warmest, most comforting hug.

Seungmin

He had been sarcastic during a serious conversation, and you felt dismissed. "Not everything has to be so dramatic, you know?" Seungmin finds you sitting on the edge of the bed, his heart breaking at the sight of your teary eyes. "I messed up big time," he admits, his voice barely audible. "I made you feel like your feelings weren’t valid, and I hate myself for that." He kneels in front of you, his hands trembling slightly as they reach for yours. "You’re the best thing in my life. Please let me fix this." His lips brush against your knuckles. "I’ll never take you for granted again."

I.N

He forgot an important anniversary, and you were hurt that he didn’t seem to care. "It’s not like it’s a big deal!" I.N stands nervously in front of you, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small handwritten note. "I was so wrong," he says, his voice trembling. "It is a big deal because it’s important to you—and anything important to you is important to me." His eyes glisten with unshed tears. "Please forgive me for being so thoughtless. I’ll never forget again. Let’s celebrate twice as hard to make up for it."

[cheynovak]

Fevered Confessions part 3

Characters: Soldier boy x Y/N Female character     

Summary: Y/N got hurt during a mission with Soldier boy, Ben feels guilty and tries to take care of her. But the fever makes her believe she is imagining it.

Warnings: Mentioning of fever/wounds/ fighting/... -> 18+ later on in the series.

English isn't my first language.

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

**Y/N’s POV**

Weeks passed, and Ben started to change. Or maybe… this was who he really was.

At first, he was patient with me. Attentive. He’d cook—nothing fancy, but he made sure I ate. He’d check my wound, sit with me on the porch when I felt too weak to do much else. Sometimes, I’d catch him watching me with something unreadable in his eyes, something that made my stomach flip.

But whenever Annie or M.M. visited, something in him shut down. He’d withdraw, get colder. Sometimes, he’d leave the room entirely. I didn’t understand why.

This morning, I woke up to raised voices, the unmistakable sharpness of an argument.

I sat up slowly, still groggy, and strained to listen.

Annie. And Ben.

“You need to stop lying to her, Ben!” Annie’s voice was angry, but there was something else—desperation? “Stop pretending this is her happy ending when *you’re* the reason she got hurt in the first place.”

Silence.

My breath caught in my throat.

Ben is the reason I got hurt

I swung my legs over the bed, my heart pounding. I didn’t understand. What had happened? I thought this—whatever this was—was real. But if he’d lied about something, if he’d done something…

I stood up too fast, dizziness washing over me. I steadied myself against the wall, then forced my feet forward, following the voices.

I needed answers.

I walked to the top of the stairs, lingering just out of sight, my fingers gripping the railing as their words sank in.

Ben’s voice was sharp, angry. “You weren’t there, Annie! You don’t get to tell me what the hell I should do.”

“I know enough,” she shot back, venom in her voice. “She hated you, Ben. Hated you. And now you’re letting her believe you two are a thing? Now you’re taking advantage of her situation?”

My breath caught in my throat.

I hated him?

My stomach twisted. This feeling, this… pull toward him, was that real? Or was I clinging to him because I had nothing else?

Ben let out a harsh, humorless laugh. “Christ on a fucking cross, she sleeps in a different room, Annie. Back off.”

I took a step forward, the floorboard beneath my foot creaking softly.

Both heads snapped toward me.

Annie looked guilty, like she’d been caught saying something she shouldn’t. Ben just looked… furious. But when his eyes met mine, something else flickered there. Panic.

I swallowed hard.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm.

I needed to know the truth. Now.

**Ben’s POV**

Y/N stood there at the top of the stairs, watching us, her eyes sharp despite the confusion. She was almost fully recovered physically, but her memories were still a blank slate.

She’d been trying to figure out what we were for weeks. I felt her frustration every time she looked at me like she was searching for something—an answer, a feeling, a reason.

She saw me for a far better man than I was, and I didn't want to break that bubble. I’d been trying like hell to stay away. For her own good.

I knew she wanted me close. I saw it in the way she gravitated toward me, in the way her face had fallen when she realized the marriage thing was a lie—just something I made up so I could be with her in the hospital. That moment had broken something inside her. And maybe inside me, too.

I exhaled sharply, forcing the walls back up. This is for the best.

“Get back to bed,” I ordered, my voice firm. She crossed her arms. “I’m not a kid, Ben. If you two are talking about me, just say so.”

Annie stepped closer to her, softening her voice. “We’re just worried. You’ve… changed.”

Y/N’s brows pulled together. “How?”

Annie sighed and turned to face her fully. “You hated him,” she said carefully. “You and Ben—God, you two couldn’t be in the same room without fighting.”

Y/N lowered her gaze to the floor, her expression unreadable.

I tensed, waiting for her to run, to agree, to remember. But she didn’t. She just stood there. Silent. Thinking, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted her to remember the truth… or stay lost in the lie.

**Y/N’s POV**

I stood in the living room now, fully awake, fully aware of the tension in the air. Annie looked at me like I was some lost cause, and Ben… he was watching me with that same guarded expression he always had, like he was bracing for impact.

“Well,” I said finally, meeting Annie’s gaze. “Maybe that was the past. But I can’t say I feel the same way now.”

Annie’s eyes widened, and then she started rambling—about how dangerous he was, how he’d killed people, how I couldn’t just ignore that.

I knew. Or at least, I’d figured it out.

The way Ben carried himself, the anger simmering beneath the surface, the way he reacted to loud noises or sudden movements—it all made sense. I’d watched a movie a few nights ago, something about soldiers returning from war, and I saw it in him. The way they clenched their fists, the way their eyes darted to exits, how easily they snapped when pushed.

Ben had the same anger issues. The same haunted look.

I raised my hand, cutting Annie off. “I feel safe with him, Annie,” I said firmly. “I trust him.”

Annie’s jaw clenched. “Y/N—”

“And maybe,” I continued, “maybe losing my memories makes me see him for the first time.”

Annie scoffed, throwing her hands up. “Oh Jesus, Y/N. He has you rainwashed.” I frowned. Was that what this was? No a refused to believe that.

I turned to Ben, searching his face for some kind of answer. But he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at Annie, his jaw tight, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

He looked furious. But beneath that anger, there was something else. Guilt.

“I think it’s time for you to go,” I said, my voice steady as I looked at Ben.

“What?” Annie snapped. “No!”

Before I could respond, Ben stepped between us, his presence solid, unmovable. “You heard her,” he said coldly. “Go.”

Annie’s eyes darted between us, frustration clear on her face. But eventually, she moved toward the door.

She hesitated, her hand on the doorknob, and turned back one last time.

“When your little house on the prairie dream collapses and you see him for what he really is, call me.” Her voice was softer now, like she truly believed I’d regret this.

I didn’t answer.

I just stood there, watching her look past Ben—past his broad shoulders, past his protective stance—to me.

Then she was gone. The door clicked shut.

The moment she left, the weight of it all hit me, and my head dropped forward, resting lightly against Ben’s back. I felt the tension in his muscles, the barely-contained anger still simmering beneath his skin.

Without thinking, my arm moved around him, my hand settling against his stomach. He was warm, solid. Safe.

He didn’t move. Didn’t push me away. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of his breathing, steady and deep.

I should be questioning everything. But standing there, my body leaning against his, all I could think was—

I didn’t regret this.

**Ben’s POV**

I let myself feel it for just a second—her warmth against my back, her small hand pressed against my stomach, the way she trusted me without question.

Then I did what I always did. I pulled away. I had to.

I carefully lifted her hand off my body, stepping forward, creating distance between us. I couldn’t let her touch me like that. Not when I knew the truth.

Annie was right, in a way.

I wasn’t honest with Y/N. Not entirely. But she hadn’t asked, and she seemed fine with the life I built for her.

And that made me selfish. I knew it. But I didn’t care.

She believed in the life I created because she didn’t know better. And I liked that. I liked having her close, waking up to her voice in the morning, the way she always reached for me when she was unsure.

She looked up at me with those doe eyes, and something in my chest ached when I stepped away.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her lashes fluttered, and I saw the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I just…” Her throat bobbed, like she was about to say something important. Something that could change everything.

But then she shook her head. “Never mind.” She turned and walked toward the porch, I had no idea whether to let her go… or stop her.

**Y/N’s POV**

I tried.

I tried to tell him what he meant to me, but the words felt stupid. Too big, too heavy. So I did what he always did.

I ran.

I sat outside for what felt like hours, wrapped in silence, staring at the wide-open field in front of me.

Eventually, I heard him. Ben sat down beside me, saying nothing, just watching the trees sway in the wind.

I let the silence hang for a moment before speaking.

“Even though I’m the one who supposedly hates you,” I said, still looking forward, “you sure as hell don’t seem to like me that much either.”

He didn’t answer.

So I kept going.

“I don’t get it. You stayed with me at the hospital, claiming to be my husband.” My voice was steady, but my chest ached. “Then you brought me here. And clearly, I’ve figured out this isn’t our original home.”

Ben remained silent.

“You keep things from me. I know it’s to protect me from my past, and I’m not even asking you to spill it all.” I turned to him now, searching his face. He still wouldn’t look at me.

“But whenever I try to be close to you, you push me away.”

Nothing.

My stomach tightened. I inhaled deeply and finally asked the question that had been clawing at me for weeks.

“What do you want from me, Ben?”

Silence.

I nodded, lips pressing together. I stood up, my body heavy with disappointment. I turned toward the door, ready to walk away—

And then I felt him.

His hand wrapped around my wrist, firm but not rough. I barely had time to react before he pulled me back, turning me into him, crashing me against his chest.

And then—

He kissed me.

**Ben’s POV**

I lost control.

I should’ve said something—anything. But instead, I kissed her.

And God—it felt like a goddamn crack addict giving in to his fix. She was my drug. Her lips, soft and warm, tasted sweeter than I ever imagined. And the way she moaned against my mouth? It set my whole body on fire.

She didn’t pull away. No—she pulled me in. Not soft. Not tentative. Needy.

Like she needed me as much as I needed her.

Her fingers curled into my shirt, gripping me tight, like she was afraid I’d disappear. I pressed her back against the wall, caging her in, my hands greedy—trailing up her sides, her ribs, her waist.

She was mine.

At least in this moment.

And I wasn’t strong enough to stop.

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Seven chances

Min ho Moon x ex!reader

Summary: Min Ho plans seven dates to win back his ex—and it just might work.

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I never thought I’d see Min Ho Moon again. Not after the way things ended between us.

The moment I spot him across the café, I freeze. He looks exactly the same—maybe even better. Same tousled hair, same confident smirk, same annoyingly perfect skin. But something in his eyes is different. I quickly turn my attention back to my laptop, pretending I didn’t see him.

I should’ve known that wouldn’t stop him.

“Hey,” his voice is smooth, casual, but I can hear the nerves underneath. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

I exhale slowly before looking up. “Min Ho.” I keep my tone neutral.

He doesn’t take the hint. Instead, he slides into the chair across from me without asking. Typical.

“How have you been?” he asks, as if we’re old friends catching up.

“Fine,” I say. “Busy.”

Min Ho leans back, studying me. I hate how easy it is for him to make eye contact, like we didn’t go months without speaking. Like he didn’t break my heart.

“I miss you,” he says. Just like that. No preamble, no hesitation.

I let out a short laugh. “That’s not how this works, Min Ho.”

He frowns. “How what works?”

“You don’t just walk back into my life and say you miss me,” I say, folding my arms. “You don’t get to act like nothing happened.”

His jaw tightens. “I know. That’s why I’m here.”

I glance away, out the café window, watching people walk by. It’s a crisp afternoon in Seoul, and the city feels like it’s moving faster than I am.

Min Ho sighs, rubbing his hands together like he’s bracing himself. “I messed up.”

“No kidding.”

He nods. “I hurt you. And I hate myself for it.”

I close my laptop, giving him my full attention. “Then why did you do it?”

Min Ho hesitates. “Because I was scared.”

“Scared?” I repeat, incredulous. “That’s your excuse?”

“I didn’t think I was good enough for you,” he says, voice quiet. “I thought if I let myself get too close, I’d end up ruining everything. So instead of losing you later, I pushed you away first.”

I stare at him. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I know,” he says, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I’m an idiot.”

I shake my head. “You really are.”

There’s a beat of silence between us. I should get up and leave. I should tell him it’s too late, that I don’t care anymore.

But I do care.

And Min Ho, for all his flaws, is sitting here, admitting he was wrong. That’s not something he does often.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he says, his voice softer now. “But I want to try again. I want to prove to you that I’ve changed.”

I look at him carefully. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Min Ho smirks, the familiar confidence creeping back into his expression. “Give me a week. Let me take you on seven dates. No expectations, no pressure. Just… let me show you why we were good together.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Seven?”

He nods. “Seven.”

I should say no. I should walk away and never look back.

But instead, I sigh. “Fine. One week.”

The grin that spreads across his face is enough to make my heart ache. Because deep down, I know the truth.

I never really stopped loving him.

Day One: The Ice Rink

Min Ho picks me up right on time, a smug look on his face. “You’re going to love this,” he says, leading me inside the rink.

I narrow my eyes. “You remember that I can’t skate, right?”

“That’s the best part,” he teases. “You’ll have to hold onto me the whole time.”

I glare at him, but when we step onto the ice and I immediately slip, I have no choice but to grab his arm. He chuckles. “Told you.”

Despite my frustration, I can’t help but smile. Maybe this isn’t the worst idea after all.

Day Two: The Bookstore

“I remember you used to spend hours in here,” Min Ho says as we step inside my favorite bookstore.

I give him a suspicious look. “You hate bookstores.”

“I hate reading,” he corrects. “Not bookstores.” He picks up a random book and flips through it, pretending to look interested.

I smirk. “You’re just trying to impress me.”

“Is it working?” he asks, grinning.

I roll my eyes, but I don’t miss the warmth creeping into my chest.

Day Three: The Street Market

Min Ho buys me tteokbokki from my favorite vendor, and we wander through the market, the scent of food filling the air. He tries to feed me a piece, but I swat his hand away.

“You’re so difficult,” he groans.

“You love it,” I tease before I can stop myself.

He grins. “I do.”

Day Four: The Beach

We sit on the sand, watching the waves roll in. Min Ho looks at me, his expression unreadable. “I don’t deserve you,” he says suddenly.

I sigh. “Min Ho—”

“I just need you to know that,” he interrupts. “Even if this doesn’t work out, I need you to know how much I regret losing you.”

I swallow hard. “You’re trying, Min Ho. That’s what matters.”

He nods, but I can tell he’s still scared.

So am I.

Day Five: The Arcade

Min Ho drags me to the arcade, his eyes full of mischief.

“Winner picks the next date,” he challenges.

We go head-to-head in basketball, air hockey, and racing games. He wins some, I win more (at least, that’s my version).

At the claw machine, he spends way too many tries before finally winning a small stuffed dog. He hands it to me, a little sheepish.

“For you.”

I hold it close, pretending it doesn’t mean anything. But it does.

Day Six: Karaoke Night

Min Ho books a private karaoke room, and I immediately regret saying yes.

“You just want to show off,” I accuse.

He winks. “Obviously.”

He belts out Love Scenario like he’s on stage, dancing like an idiot. I laugh too hard to resist when he shoves the mic at me.

“One song,” I warn.

By the end, we’re both breathless from laughing. He looks at me, eyes soft.

“I missed this,” he says.

I don’t respond. But deep down, I did too.

Day Seven: The Rooftop

Our final date is on a rooftop, fairy lights strung around us. The city glows beneath us, and for a moment, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.

Min Ho turns to me, looking nervous for the first time. “Did I do enough?”

I exhale. “Min Ho…”

He shakes his head. “Wait. Before you say anything—I just need you to know. I love you. I never stopped.”

My heart clenches. “I know.”

He steps closer. “Do you still love me?”

I hesitate. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because I do.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Min Ho lets out a shaky breath. “Then let me be better for you.”

I bite my lip. “You already are.”

His lips crash into mine, and just like that, I know—

We’re going to be okay.

[hazelira]

at least, once

The night air is cold against my skin as I step outside, the weight of my luggage dragging behind me. The streetlights flicker faintly, casting long, lonely shadows across the pavement. Our house looms behind me, silent and still, like a graveyard of memories I no longer belong to.

My breath shudders as I exhale, watching it dissipate into the night like all the words we never said. I don’t look back. If I do, I know I’ll break.

Ni-ki is still inside. Maybe asleep. Maybe awake. Maybe standing behind the door, listening, waiting for me to change my mind. But we both know that won’t happen.

It hurts. God, it hurts.

But love doesn’t always mean staying. Sometimes, love is knowing when to walk away before the pieces left behind become unrecognizable.

I clutch the handle of my suitcase, my fingers trembling. I should have seen this coming—the way the late-night conversations turned into silence, the way his touch became hesitant, the way his eyes searched for something in me that wasn’t there anymore. Or maybe it was, and he just stopped trying to find it.

A tear slips down my cheek, and I let it.

"Maybe you won’t love me again," I whisper into the void, my voice cracking under my heartache. "But at least I got loved by you once, and that was the best feeling ever."

And with that, I take my first step away.

The suitcase wheels rattled against the pavement, a quiet echo against the stillness of the night. Each step away from him, from our love, felt like ripping apart a piece of myself. But I had no choice.

Ni-ki told me it was an accident. That the girl kissed him, that he pulled away. But all I could think about was—what if it wasn’t? What if, for just a moment, he forgot that I was his? I forgot that I was the love of his life, supposedly.

What if, years from now, we got married, had kids, built the future we used to dream of—and he saw her again? What if he still thought about her? What if, behind my back, he met her in secret and whispered apologies against her lips the way he should have whispered them to me?

The thoughts wouldn’t stop. They clawed at my chest, suffocating me. I didn’t want to live a life full of what ifs. I didn’t want to wake up every morning wondering if I was enough. Suppose I would always be enough.

So I left.

And now, the sun was rising over a Ni-ki-less future.

His POV:

The bed was cold when I woke up.

I reached out instinctively, searching for her warmth and familiar weight beside me. But all I found was space.

My heart dropped.

“Babe?” My voice was hoarse, sleep-rough, but there was no answer.

The air felt wrong. The silence screamed louder than anything.

I stumbled out of bed, my chest tightening as I rushed through our house. The bathroom? Empty. The kitchen? Empty. The front door—unlocked.

That’s when I saw it.

The missing suitcase. The empty closet.

She was gone.

A shaky breath left me as my knees hit the floor. My mind raced, replaying every last word, every last look. The way she trembled when I told her. The way her eyes darkened with thoughts she didn’t say aloud.

I thought she’d stay. I thought she would yell, cry, tell me she hated me, but still choose me anyway.

But she didn’t.

I pressed a hand over my mouth, my body trembling.

She left.

Forever.

Your POV:

The morning light creeps through the cheap motel curtains, bathing the dull room in soft gold. But no warmth reaches me. The sheets are stiff, the air stale. Everything about this place screams temporary—just like us.

I pull my knees to my chest, staring at my phone on the nightstand—no missed calls. No texts.

Ni-ki hasn’t called.

I don’t know if I should be relieved or shattered.

Maybe he’s still asleep. Perhaps he woke up, saw I was gone, and decided I wasn’t worth chasing. Maybe this is proof that I was right to leave.

But why does it hurt so much?

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to push away the image of him waking up, running through the house, calling my name—only to be silent.

Would he cry? Would he sit on the floor, his head in his hands, wondering where I went wrong?

Or would he… move on?

I bite my lip to keep the sob from breaking free.

I want to believe he’s hurting like I am, that this is tearing him apart, too. But I also want to believe that leaving was the right choice.

I can’t have both.

I press my forehead against my knees, swallowing the ache in my throat.

Maybe in another life, I would have stayed.

Maybe in another life, he wouldn’t have let me go.

His POV:

The house is too quiet.

Too empty.

It doesn’t feel like home anymore, not without her.

I sit on the floor, staring at the space where her suitcase used to be. My fingers dig into my hair as I replay last night repeatedly. The way her face fell when I told her. The way her lips trembled like she was holding back a scream.

She didn’t yell, throw things, or demand to know why.

She just… left.

I should have stopped her. Should have grabbed her wrist, pulled her into my arms, begged her to stay.

But I didn’t.

Because deep down, I knew—she wasn’t just leaving because of the kiss.

She was leaving because of what it meant.

She thinks I’ll do it again. That someday, years from now, she’ll be sitting at home with our kids while I’m out somewhere, lips pressed against another girl’s.

And the worst part? I can’t blame her for thinking that.

I never got the chance to tell her—tell her that it was never a choice, never a moment where I forgot she was mine.

Because forgetting her? Impossible.

She is in everything. The way the pillows still smell like her shampoo. The tea mugs on the counter that she always forgot to clean. The way the sun hits the window just right at this hour, the same way it used to catch in her hair when she sat in this very spot.

She’s everywhere. And now, she’s nowhere.

I reach for my phone, my hands shaking. I stare at her contact, my thumb hovering over the call button.

What if she doesn’t answer?

What if she does?

What if she’s waiting for me to fight for her?

I take a deep breath and press the call.

It rings once. Twice.

Then—

"The number you are trying to reach is unavailable."

The automated voice cuts through my chest like a blade.

She blocked me.

And just like that, I know—

She’s really gone.

His POV:

I keep staring at my phone, my mind racing with thoughts I can’t escape.

What if I never told her?

What if I had just swallowed the guilt, buried it deep inside, and let it rot within me instead of breaking her heart with the truth?

Would she still be here? Would she be curled up on the couch, waiting for me to wake up so we could eat breakfast together? Would I still hear her laugh echo through the house, still feel her fingers tangle in mine, still see the love in her eyes when she looked at me?

I told myself that honesty was the right thing to do. That I owed it to her. But now, I wonder—did I just ruin everything for nothing?

It wasn’t my fault.

I didn’t know the girl. I didn’t even see it coming. One second, I was standing there, and the next—her lips were on mine. Everything happened so fast. I pulled away immediately. I didn’t kiss back. I didn’t even hesitate before pushing her off me.

But none of that mattered, did it?

Because in her mind, the damage was already done.

She didn’t just leave because of the kiss. She left because she couldn’t live with the possibility of me hurting her again. Because she thought that someday, I would forget she was the love of my life.

But she was wrong.

I could never forget.

I press my palms against my face, squeezing my eyes shut.

If I had just kept my mouth shut, if I had just held her a little tighter that night and never let her feel like she had to run—

Would she still be mine?

Or would the truth have found its way out eventually, tearing us apart in an even worse way?

I don’t know.

And maybe I never will.

Your POV:

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting in my car, hands gripping the steering wheel, staring at nothing.

The bags are still in the backseat, untouched. I was so sure when I packed them—so sure that leaving was the right thing to do. That I had to go before I convinced myself to stay in something that would only hurt me later.

But now, I don’t know anymore.

Ni-ki told me the truth. I didn’t even give him a chance to explain everything, to tell me what happened in full. I just let my mind take over, drowning in worst-case scenarios until I felt like I was suffocating.

And now, sitting here alone, I keep asking myself the same question.

Why do I always run?

Every time someone hurts me, even if it’s unintentional, even if they don’t deserve to be abandoned—why do I leave before they get the chance to fix it?

Ni-ki isn’t perfect. He made a mistake. But I know him. I know his heart. I know the way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that matters.

I still love him.

I love him so much it terrifies me.

I glance at my keychain, my fingers brushing against the silver house key.

I still have it.

He didn’t change the locks. He didn’t throw my things outside. Maybe…maybe he’s waiting.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab the key and step out of the car. The cold air stings my face, but I barely notice as I make my way back to the house.

I stand in front of the door, hesitating.

What if he’s asleep?

What if he doesn’t want me back?

What if I’m too late?

I shake the thoughts away and slide the key into the lock.

The moment the door opens, my breath catches.

There he is.

Ni-ki is sitting on the floor in the dimly lit living room, his back against the couch, his phone hanging limply in his hands. He looks exhausted—eyes red-rimmed, hair a mess, his hoodie wrinkled like he hasn’t moved in hours.

The second he sees me, he freezes.

We stare at each other, time stretching between us, hearts hanging in the balance.

And then—

“...You came back.” His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

I nod, my throat tight. “I never really wanted to leave.”

He swallows hard, like he’s trying to hold himself together. “Then why did you?”

I step inside, letting the door click shut behind me. “Because I was scared.”

Silence. A thick, fragile silence.

Then he stands, his movements slow, careful, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he moves too fast.

“I need you to know something,” he says, voice rough with emotion. “That night… I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t even see it coming. The moment it happened, I pushed her away. And the only thing I could think about was you. How much I love you. How much I—” His voice catches, and he swipes a hand down his face. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

I swallow the lump in my throat, my vision blurring. “I know.”

Ni-ki takes a shaky breath. “Do you?”

I nod, stepping closer. “I let my thoughts ruin everything before you even had the chance to explain. I ran because I thought it would be easier than staying and facing it. But I—” My voice wavers, and I look down, hands trembling. “I don’t want to keep running from the people I love.”

A pause. Then, a whisper. “You still love me?”

I look up, and for the first time since I left, I smile. It’s small, hesitant, but it’s real. “Yeah. I do.”

Before I can say anything else, Ni-ki closes the space between us, wrapping me in his arms so tightly it knocks the air out of my lungs. I bury my face in his chest, breathing him in, feeling his warmth, his heartbeat racing against mine.

He’s shaking.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmurs into my hair. “I thought I lost you forever.”

I close my eyes, holding onto him just as tightly. “You didn’t.”

And in that moment, I know—

We’re not perfect. We’ll make mistakes. We’ll hurt each other sometimes.

But love isn’t about running when things get hard.

It’s about finding your way back.

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[aprilblossomgirl]

i feel like i'm hurting so much for faifa in this episode. he doesn't deserve to hear that many hurtful words. before i continue, i think i need to say this first: as an asian myself, i will always understand why most (asian) shows choose forgiveness when dealing with bad parents/parenting, no matter how unforgivable they might be seen by the rest of the audience. and that, i believe, is not of any agenda by the showmaker. of course, to not generalize it, few medias didn't go through that route because of a different preference or goal in the storytelling. however, understanding forgiveness doesn't necessarily mean i believe it is always the 'right' way of wrapping up an arc.

thinking about the upcoming faifawine's story starting next week, i feel like some dialogues in this episode, no matter how they really felt off to me, are intentionally right there as a further backstory for faifa. and especially if the directing choice of faifa's expression changes through that scene with the whole family is anything to go by.

when yotha called fai, he said this first: "Tell me honestly. Don’t be scared of hurting anyone." as if yotha knows that fai always keeps his feelings to himself to avoid hurting anyone else.

fai trying to come up with a reasoning, "I was probably just angry with her, but I think everyone was hurt by what happened— Dad, Newton, and Mom." as if to avoid answering yotha's question, "Do you hate her?" with his real answer.

"If Mom really wanted to abandon us, why would she have taken me with her?" shows that fai was not being optimistic (as yotha implied) but somehow trusted the mom. only to be shattered later, "I thought if I brought Faifa who loves being with his Dad and brothers, at least he would ask me to bring him back to visit everyone often and we’d all see each other sometimes. On the other hand, if I’d brought you, Yotha, we might have been so happy that we wouldn’t have wanted to come back and see anyone here again..." (what nonsense! i cannot understand any logic behind this one.) in a way implying that she might haven't been that happy with fai, which somehow validate what he and yotha had been talking about before: "I don’t know why she took me with her even though you were the one who wanted to go." / "Because she loves you more than me." / "That’s definitely not the reason." oh, i was right. mom doesn't love me. but she's hurting. but...

imagine being faifa, hearing all of those hurtful excuses, but his immediate response was trying to justify why mom did what she did instead of trying to validate the real feeling he himself was having. and i say this with my whole being: that's a pretty accurate representation of how we, asian kids, mostly were nurtured. the scene just stabbed me right in the heart.

faifa might haven't said anything, but his face didn't lie. you could very clearly see how his face instantly dropped once mom told her reason for taking him instead of yotha at that time. and i still cannot forget the face he made a few episodes back when mom gave him something he was allergic to. the level of gaslighting here is too suffocating to witness. the emotional neglect just hits too hard. i cannot even begin to break it further into fai's loneliness.

all these made me wonder how the upcoming third arc will 'deal' with fai's inner wound. i hope the show won't brush it off because i think it would add more depth to the romance part, how he navigates his feelings once someone finally enters his life, as it has been implied that wine was also dealing with heartbreak.

[viilovers]

Warnings: Vi x Freader! (I wanted to make one for the woman out there too!) Strap on! Sub freader! X dom pit figther vi!, eating out ¡Vi pov!

You knew Vi since you were kids..you always felt something for her...her charismatic smile, how her eyes ligth up when she teaches you the moves vander showed her, how she laughs with mylo, claggor and the others, her phisic and....well bassicly everything about her.

You where walking down to benzo's not knowing that the only person in there was Vi wrapping her hands on the bandage's she usually wears....since she wanted to figth for zaun when you open the door and see Vi pink hair as she wraps her fingers and looks up confused as she watches your form walking in "W-What are you doing here?" Vi ask as she walks closer to you even if you two where the same age but months differents she was a little taller than you "I was gonna buy somethings from benzo...what are YOU doing here?" You ask as you look up at her and she puts her hands on your hips "You have to go...now" She says serious...more serious than you ever see her (at least when she isn't around enforcers.)

"What..why?" You ask confused as she was ligthly pushing you trying to get you off the store "Come on, cupcake" She says as she looks at you worried making you frown "What are you doing, Vi?" You ask as you look at her seeing that behind her eyes she had hidden intentions before you two hears steps and then the door opening Vi push you behind her trying to cover you as you two watched Vander and benzo walking in "Vander?" VI asks as she looks at him and Vander hugs her before breaking it "You have a good heart...always remember that" Vander tells her as Benzo looks out the store "They're coming!" He yells as he watches two enforcers coming towards them and then all it's blood.

I let out a yell as i woke up sweety and breathless from the nigthmare before looking around my messy apartment and see empty bottles on the floor and i groan realizing it was just a nigthmare i slam myself on the bed before getting up stumbling around the room before I grab my leather jacket and put it on streaching my body preparing my body to recive hits as i walk out of my apartment i notice the kiraman flag on around the city making me remind all the memories i try to keep off by alchohol or figthing as i walk around the city towards the pit people could look at me and think im angry or something but in reality in my mind there was a lot of memories fyling by and one of them there was....you.....the girl i thougth that die but didn't i chuckle at the memorie when the two of us meet again.

"you ugly or just shy?" I ask as i look at a person wearing a bird's mask before they take it off and my eyes widen looking at the person behind "....Y/N" I say breathless as i get up trying to hug you but couldn't thanks to the handcuffs "you looking good...for a dead person" Your words makes me chuckle "You know i can't die, cupcake~" I say with a smile looking at you.

Back to reality i was in front of the pit i open the door and walk in instantly after walking in i was getting looked with fear, admiration and jealousy as i walk towards the locker room where i usually change to the big nigth...i heard my name begin called out as i walk out and the ligths hit my face and i look at my oponent it was the same guy i break the jaw twice i heard the ding and throw a punch on his face making him stumble and then an uppercut as a crack sound could be hear making me smirk as i knew i break his jaw again before he falls face to the floor and i walk out of the ring before i went to grab the money.

And walk towards my house i notice the door a little opened i frown as i walk inside my guard at max as i walk the small hallway and notice a familiar back cleaning the apartment "Y/N?" I ask looking at the back as you turn around with a smile "Hey Vi...you are hard to detect" You say as i shurg "That was the intention" I say as i walk closer to you "What are you doing here, cupcake?" I ask looking in your eyes as my hand was on your cheek as you lean in "I missed you" Your sincerity took me by suprise as i smile "I missed you too, cupcake" I admit as my heart was bouncing in my chest like a drum as our breaths mixed with eachother as we stare at eachother eyes.

I lean in and take your lips in mines with a smile my hands sliding down to your hips as your wrap around my neck and i lift you into the messy kitchen kissing your neck as you moan and whine and i kiss down your body taking off your pants to the floor with the panties as i kiss your hips and my hands open your thighs with a grip on them i kneel as i look in your eyes with a smile kissing your thighs softly before licking your pussy and hear you moan softly and gasp feeling a hand on top of my hair gripping it softly as i start kissing your pussy lips holding them open starting to lick them before focusing the clit kissing and sucking softly as i hear your soft moans and gasp.

One thigh was on my shoulder as i hold the other with my free hand as i keep eating you "Fuck you are sweet baby...like a cupcake" I say with a smirk as i look up at you and see your pleasured face "Shut it" You say as i giggle before keeping eating you out before i felt your thighs clench against my face and hand as you cum hard on my face "Fuck you taste good baby" I say getting up and kissing your lips with a smile as you taste yourself on my lips.

I pulled you close to me, our breath mingling as I held you against me, intoxicated by what we had shared. “And now,” I smirked, leaning close, resting my forehead against yours "I'm gonna fuck that tigth little pussy of yours" I say kissing your lips faster as i walk to the wardrobe "let me grab the strap, baby girl~" I say kissing your neck as you whine in the place before i move and open a locker and take out a pink long strap on before locking it on my hips and walk towards you with a smirk as i see your hands teasing your pussy.

I grab your hands pushing them up your head as my strap teases your cock "You want it, baby girl?" I say as my breath hit your neck and you whine "I...I need it, Vi, please" You beg as i kiss your neck "that's a good girl" I say as i push the strap inside your pussy and moan as you whine and i feel your nails digging into my shoulder "Fuck! Vi!" You moan as i move my hands grabbing your hips faster keeping you steady as my hips meet yours.

"Thats my good girl, moan no one will hear baby" I whisper in your ear as my hands where on your hips and i keep fucking you hearing your pretty noises and whines and you steady but fast gasps "You close baby?" I ask as my breath hit your neck and i kiss your lips as you nod eager to cum "Come on, cupcake~ cum for me" I say as i slap your firm but nice ass and then i feel your body shaking as you cum deep on the strap "That's it, sweetheart let it all out baby" I say kissing your lips as you gasp and shake a little after that i grab you in bride style as i carry you to the bed with a smile as we cuddle and drift to sleep...together.

(Sooo...ahm this is embarrased cause i notice i had a big! Error i had did the story just like this one but it didn't save i didn't notice and send it thinking it was all but it was only the final so sorry about it!)

[aristocratic-otter]

It's been a few...mostly because I had so many chapters needing editing and posting that I didn't actually have much time to write! And, like many of you, I've been working on Valentines (still working on Valentines) (a few are gonna be late). I've got writing donethis week, though, so here goes:

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The good news is, if I don't have sentences for it below, a chapter probably was posted in the last two weeks. With no further ado, here's a few sets of (probably about) six sentences.

From Stars, Flowers, and Children:

I thought it might take some searching; it’s been years, after all. It would have been unsurprising if Davy's corpse had been carried off in dozens of different pieces by local scavengers. 

But no. He’s right where we left him. 

All of the indestructible parts of him, anyway. Any fragments of clothing or flesh or organs have gone…he’s a pile of sun-bleached bones face down in the sand. A few metal bits like his belt buckle and some copper buttons are scattered amongst  the bones, but no soft parts remain.

From my Visitor Baz AU: 

Penny doesn’t understand why this bothers me so much. She doesn’t get it. Baz is just…indelible. Somehow, Watford isn’t Watford now that he’s gone. I don’t know how to be, without my sneering roommate tossing insults at me all the time. 

Fuck, I even sound pathetic to myself. 

I fold my elbows over my eyes and groan, long and loud. Fuck me, what am I going to do? And that’s when I hear him.

“Problems, Snow?”

 From CORB #1, Baby Mine with @argumentativeantitheticalg

Fuck, I’ve started to think of this situation as if it were going to be long term. I need to stop. I’ll just break my own heart. Simon has a life, a job. If I’m lucky, he’ll agree to weekend visitation with our daughter, once this mystery is solved. I’ll see him for a few minutes in passing as we exchange Abigail at the front door. 

My eyes are stinging. I need to change this train of thought now before I utterly humiliate myself. “When do you need to return to London?” I blurt. 

Oh, well done, Basilton. That’s absolutely changing the subject.

From CORB #2: The Stoves Come On At Night, with @ebbpettier

I’ve learned a few things from Vera, who’s nearly old enough to have served the Pitches when they lived here. She told me that the room I chose belonged to Mordelia’s brother who died young. Apparently, after he died, the Grimms kept the boy’s room as it was when he’d lived, like some sort of memorial. And their daughter has continued the tradition since the property descended to her. I guess that explains why the decor is simpler in my room. 

Maybe it should creep me out that my bedroom belonged to a dead kid, but it’s an old house. Probably every bedroom has belonged to someone who’s since died. And I’m not superstitious. 

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[yannasuniverse]

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮? | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dominique Darius x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Domi have been rivals since y’all have entered college, You didn’t like her and she didn’t like you plain simply but what happens after you and her have a altercation on the court leading you and her become close with one and other and soon realizing all that hatred was love all along.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: There will be cussing, smut, arguing.

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This is a slow burn so if you don’t like that this is not for you if you wanted to be added to the taglist dm me or comment.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚: This is my first time writing for Domi and I need her so BAD # NEED THAT BAD

“You know your going to lose again for a third time again right?” Dominique taunted in your ear looking at you with that smug smirk that you hated. Rolling your eyes at her words beginning to walk away.

“Have nothing to say? Why because you know it’s true?” She says taunting you even further as she followed you. Turning around pushing Dominique hard on the floor with a angry look on your face.

She sat there confused for a sec before getting up shoving you back “What the fuck is your problem!” Dominique said making you getting up immediately hit her back.

Next thing you know your being drag away by your teammate Aubrey with blood dripping down your nose while Dominique had blood running down her lip.

“Stupid bitch! Fuck you!” You yelled struggle to get out of Aubrey’s grasp.

“Fuck you too!” Dominique yelled as one of her teammates lead her into the tunnel.

Once she was out of site Aubrey finally sat you down on a chair while medic immediately rush to you trying to stop the bleeding. You sat their getting medical attention as Geno yelled in your ear.

“What is wrong with you?! Your one of my best players I can’t have you acting like this!” “Yeah but she literally!-” you tried to protest but only to be cut off “That’s no excuse! You have to ignore stuff like that!”.

Putting your head down as he continued to yell at you, tear’s welling in your eyes. “Do you understand?!”

Nodding your head “Yes sir..” you mange to mumbled out “good now go in the back and get cleaned up” He said dismissing you, patting your back as you stood up walking to the back.

Walking into the locker room going to your locker. Sitting down burying your head in your hands, frustration and anger filled you as you let Geno’s words sink in.

Grabbing your clothes, changing out of your jersey. Walking into the bathroom, whining as you saw your nose bruising purple.

“Just fuck my life” you said walking out to the locker room, reaching the court seeing the fourth quarter was about to end.

Walking over to the bench sitting next Azzi “Are you ok?” Azzi said looking at you in concern as she examined your face.

Giving her a nod and a small smile “Yeah am fine, just you know a little mad at myself that’s it” You say try to shrug off your real feelings.

She gave to a look not believing that your a little mad at yourself “Don’t lie too me, don’t beat yourself up it’s not your fault” she said rubbing your back before giving you a side hug.

The buzzer went off, the game ending with USC winning by 2.

Feeling eyes on you, looking around seeing The Dominique Darius staring right at you man spreading with her curls falling over her face perfectly and her busted lip you have gave her. Damn did she look good.

Y’all kept eye contact not nether of y’all Break it, You can feel your heart speed up a bit but dismissing it quickly breaking eye contact, following your teammates to shake hands.

Mumbling a small good game as you made your down the line. You had made it to the end of the line which of course she was at the end. Rolling your eyes as you got to her

Y’all stared at each other eyes never leaving each other’s. “Nice bruse” Domi said grinning ear to ear looking at your nose proud at what she did. Your eyes narrowed a bit getting annoyed again.

“Yeah I could say the same thing about you” You said with nothing but venom in your tone.

“It’s ok pretty don’t beat yourself up, am sure you beat me someday” She said walking past you to her team. Leaving you alone in your thoughts.

God did you hate Dominique Darius with every will in your body.

©𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[cowboylikemac]

Please please please write part 2 for QUESTION…? in which Sirius and reader get back together after more angst 🥺

QUESTION…? PT.2 | S.B

sirius black x reader

Including : post-break up , angst

word count : 1k+

The night was quiet, save for the wind threading through the stone towers. The sky stretched endless and dark above you, the stars burning cold and far away.

Sirius stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower, his back to you, hands braced against the stone railing. He must have heard you approach, but he didn’t turn.

Still, he knew it was you.

He always did.

You took a slow breath. “I didn’t come here to fight.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Good.” His voice was quiet, rough at the edges. “I don’t think I could do that again.”

You stepped closer, your fingers ghosting over the cold stone. “Then why do we keep pretending this is easy?”

Sirius let out a slow exhale, still not looking at you. “Because if we don’t, we have to admit that it never really ended.”

Your chest tightened. Because that was the thing, wasn’t it? You had spent weeks trying to move forward, convincing yourself that what you had with him was in the past.

But then he looked at you like this—like the world hadn’t shifted at all—and suddenly, you weren’t sure if you had ever let him go.

“Sirius,” you said, softer now.

His fingers curled against the railing, like he was steadying himself.

“I need to know,” you murmured. “Did you walk away because you wanted to? Or because you thought you had to? Do you…wish you put up more of a fight?”

He swallowed, the movement sharp in the quiet. Then, finally—finally—he turned to face you.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those storm-grey eyes—were tired. Worn from the weight of something unsaid.

“I left,” he said slowly, voice quieter now, “because I thought I was doing the right thing.”

You studied him. “And now?”

His throat bobbed.

“And now I think it was the worst decision I ever made.”

Your breath caught.

Sirius exhaled, raking a hand through his hair, like he didn’t know how to put it into words. “I was afraid,” he admitted. “Of how much I needed you. Of how easy it was to let you in. And I—I told myself that if I let it go, it would be better for both of us.”

Your stomach twisted. “And was it?”

His jaw clenched.

“No.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t.”

The wind carried the silence between you. The kind of silence that didn’t demand to be filled, only felt.

You searched his face. “Do you still love me?”

Sirius exhaled sharply. Like he had been holding his breath this whole time.

“Yes,” he said simply. “I never stopped.”

The truth of it hung between you, solid and undeniable.

Your fingers twitched at your sides. “Then stop looking at me like I’m something you’re afraid of losing.”

His gaze flickered, something raw passing over his features.

“I am afraid,” he admitted. “But if I’m going to lose you, I don’t want it to be because I was too much of a coward to stay.”

Your heart stumbled.

Sirius took a slow step forward, closing the last bit of space between you. His hands hovered at your waist, uncertain.

“I can’t promise I won’t mess up,” he said, voice low, steady. “But I can promise I won’t walk away again.”

You held his gaze, searching for any hesitation. You found none.

So you let yourself believe him.

Your hands slid up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and Sirius exhaled shakily before finally, finally closing the space between you.

The kiss was nothing like the first one. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was certain. Like the answer to a question you had both been too afraid to ask.

His hands splayed against your back, pulling you closer, and you let him. Because maybe this time, holding on was enough.

Maybe this time, neither of you had to let go.

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[ezrasxfics]

Heyyy,Can you write an angst where Ragatha can't control herself for the first time and says something that REALLY breaks Jax's heart, and Jax gets abstracted because of Ragatha, and then Ragatha suffers a pang of conscience??

I HOPE YOU ABSTRACT-!!!

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platonic ragatha + jax angst

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ragatha pov

just another day. another day in this circus. another day with jax tormenting everyone-!! he always does this. it’s infuriating, it’s exhausting. i’m tired of cleaning up after him! honestly, he is the most insufferable person i know.

right now, he’s making fun of gangle. breaking her comedy mask again. i’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s done this, and i’m not going to let it slide anymore. he’s hurt us all enough, and it’s genuinely getting to the point where i need to confront him.

so that’s exactly what i’ll do.

without even thinking about it, i find myself approaching him, hands on my hips in anger. “JAX—! what are you.. why are you doing this!? why do you always have to— oh my god..” i rant, losing my train of thought halfway through because of that infuriatingly smug grin. just looking at it is enough to make me want to snap him in half like a twig.

“c’mon, raggy~! it’s all in good fun. she’s laughin’, ain’t you, crybaby?” he retorts, using his fingers to contort her mouth into a grin. “see? y’know, i don’t think ive ever seen her this happy! maybe that mask is really useless after all, huh?” at this, gangle whimpers a little, only feeding into my fury at this.. disgusting rabbit.

“HAPPY!? she’s anything but happy- look at her- no- get your hands off her—“ as i say this, i slap his hands away from her, allowing her to return to her natural, a lot less creepy, expression. “you’re so cruel to her. she doesn’t deserve this- none of us do-!!”

“well, none of us deserved to be trapped in this place either, did we?” he snaps back, horrible logic. he’s right in the fact we don’t deserve to be here, but that still doesn’t give him any right—

“well maybe YOU did-!! god- i hope you abstract-!!!” i yell, before realising what i said, covering my mouth in pure shock and regret. “i- i didn’t mean—“

“yeah, ya did, raggy. you meant every worda it." his smirk falters for a few moments, before he turns around, retreating. “this was a waste of time, see you guys later.”

…

a day has passed now, and jax is still sulking in his room. nobody’s seen him. did i go too hard..? i mean, i’ve never yelled at anyone like that before, it felt wrong. no. it was wrong. of course i don’t want him to abstract, i wouldn’t wish that on anyone, no matter how cruel they are. i’m outside of his room now, trying to check in on him, to apologise. i know he won’t accept it, but there’s no harm in trying.

knock knock

“jax? are you there?”

….

“about yesterday, i didn’t mean to..”

……..

“jax, i know you’re in there, i can hear you moving around! please, just let me in. we can talk this out—!”

…………..

“please.. you’re scaring me a little.”

…………………..

“i’m coming in, okay?”

i gently open the door.

“ja—“

he wasn’t there. in his place, a giant, glitching creature. abstract shapes. abstract— god, no. no, please, no.

i resist the urge to shriek, to run, because i know this is my fault. i need to face the consequences of my actions. jax abstracted, and it’s all my own doing.

wish come true. except not really.

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thanks for the request!!!! can you spot the reference to a particular horror game?? :33

reblogs appreciated!!

[nickeverdeen]

Sunshine pt. 1 | Vi x fem!reader

Pairings: Vi x reader (crush), Vi x Caitlyn (platonic)

Type of fic: Comedy, Fluff

Warnings: None

Parts: 1 (this) ->

Summary: After heading to get a package for Caitlyn into a café and seeing you there… Vi is well suprised to say the least and a bit needy for your attention after the first time you met.

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Piltover’s streets were buzzing with their usual mid-morning activity as Vi strolled down the clean, cobbled roads. She had one hand tucked into her jacket pocket and the other gripping a small piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.

“Pick up a package for me, will you?” Caitlyn had asked earlier, practically flying out the door with her enforcer’s hat in hand. “I’d go myself, but I have too much work.”

Vi had shrugged at the time. “Sure. What’s the address?”

“Some café on Harrow Street,” Caitlyn had said distractedly, jotting it down before running out.

And so here she was, squinting at the café sign ahead. The scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries hit her as she pushed the door open, and for a moment, Vi just stood there, taking in the cozy interior.

“Hi!”

Her attention snapped to the counter, where you stood with the brightest smile she’d ever seen. The warmth in your voice matched the sunshine spilling through the large windows, and Vi was suddenly, inexplicably rooted to the spot.

“Can I help you?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, a hint of amusement in your expression at her wide-eyed stare.

“Uh, yeah,” Vi stammered, pulling the paper out of her pocket and holding it up like a lifeline. “I’m here to pick up a package for Caitlyn.”

“Right, give me just a moment!” you chirped, disappearing into the back.

Vi let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of her neck. She wasn’t usually one to get flustered, but there was something about you—the way you seemed so effortlessly kind, so full of life—that had her completely off balance.

When you returned with the package, she muttered a quick thanks and practically fled the café, her heart pounding in a way she couldn’t explain.

That was the first time Vi saw you, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.

A few days later, she found herself standing outside the café again, the same slip of paper in her hand, except this time she wasn’t running an errand. She told herself she was just curious, that the coffee here must be good if Caitlyn liked it.

Inside, you greeted her with that same dazzling smile, and she was gone all over again.

It became a habit.

Vi started making up excuses to visit the café. She’d grab a coffee for Caitlyn, or a snack for herself—anything to have a reason to talk to you, even for just a moment. She’d sit at a table near the counter, pretending to scroll through her communicator while sneaking glances your way.

And every time you smiled at her, asked her how her day was going, or joked about how much caffeine Caitlyn must need, Vi fell a little harder.

It wasn’t long before Caitlyn noticed something was up.

“Vi, why is my desk covered in coffee cups?” Caitlyn asked one morning, raising an eyebrow as she gestured to the growing collection of café receipts piling up in her workspace.

“Uh, I’m just trying to help out,” Vi said, leaning casually against the wall and avoiding Caitlyn’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Right,” Caitlyn said slowly, clearly unconvinced.

The truth came out one day when Caitlyn decided to stop by the café herself. She’d been in the area and figured she might as well grab something while she had a break.

The café was quiet, the morning rush over, and you greeted her with your usual cheer.

“Well, this is a surprise,” you said with a grin. “Not sending Vi today?”

Caitlyn frowned. “What do you mean? I’ve only sent her here once.”

Now it was your turn to look confused. “Really? She’s been coming here a lot, always saying it’s for you.”

Before Caitlyn could respond, the door swung open, and Vi walked in. She didn’t notice Caitlyn right away, her focus entirely on you.

“Hey,” Vi said, her tone a little softer than usual as she approached the counter. “Can I get, uh, a tea or something? Caitlyn sent me.”

You turned to prepare her drink, and that’s when Caitlyn caught the look on Vi’s face. The way her eyes softened, the faint smile tugging at her lips—it was like watching a lovesick teenager.

Caitlyn crossed her arms, a knowing smirk creeping onto her face. “Oh, did I?”

Vi flinched, spinning around to see Caitlyn standing there. “Shit, Cait—uh, hey!”

You turned back with Vi’s drink, oblivious to the tension. “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” Vi muttered, avoiding both your and Caitlyn’s gazes.

Caitlyn, ever the composed enforcer, stepped in smoothly. “Actually, Vi’s been picking these up under my name so I can grab drinks for the whole office. Isn’t that right, Vi?”

Vi’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded quickly. “Uh, yeah. Totally.”

You seemed satisfied with the explanation, handing Caitlyn her drink with a smile. “Well, I guess I’ll see you both around!”

As soon as you were out of earshot, Caitlyn leaned closer to Vi, lowering her voice. “You’re hopeless.”

“Shut up,” Vi muttered, her cheeks burning as she shoved her hands in her pockets.

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 45

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 600

Masterlist

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I stood there, facing her, looking into her blue eyes. Those blue eyes that had alternately frozen me, destabilized me, enchanted me, excited me…  

I held the revelation in my hands, ready to strike.  

Everything blurred in my mind—all that she and I had been through—flashing before me in mere seconds.  

My throat was dry; I felt sick to my core.  

What kind of person had I become? Ready to use a private message as a pretext to ruin her?  

How had I sunk to this level of revenge? At that moment, I didn’t recognize myself. I was ashamed—this wasn’t me.  

An oppressive silence filled the room, everyone waiting for my response that wasn’t coming.  

“I… uh…”  

I caught Alexia’s worried gaze.  

Lucy was staring at me too, her eyes filled with dread.  

“I… uh… need a five-minute break; I’m not feeling well…”  

I stammered. Everyone froze in confusion.  

A scheduled break was set for five minutes later, so the moderator decided to move it forward.  

I fled to the restroom, feeling disconnected from reality.  

Philippe followed me, concerned, asking what was wrong.  

“I can’t do it, Philippe. What have I become? Leaking private messages?”  

I was sobbing uncontrollably.  

He hugged me, and I think he understood then what Lucy might mean to me, even without knowing the full story. But he said nothing, silently acknowledging my pain.  

“If you’re this upset, Ona, we can still switch your spot…”  

I responded:  

“You wouldn’t hold it against me?”  

“You’re an amazing running mate, Ona, and I want you here with all my heart. But you’re clearly unhappy deep down. So, stay supportive, and we’ll let Julie step up in your place. When you rejoin the debate, just say you’ve got an incredible opportunity abroad that will keep you away from the city for a while…”  

That’s what I needed to do: step back from this election that was consuming me. I loved being involved, but one name echoed relentlessly in my head: Lucy.  

I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself, but tonight, I’d lost my composure. This had gone too far.  

When the debate resumed, I spoke, deeply emotional, my eyes still red.  

“Apologies for earlier—I was overwhelmed. I love this team I’ve worked with so tirelessly over the past weeks. But I’ve been offered an incredible opportunity abroad for a few months, and it wouldn’t be fair to get elected knowing I can’t fully commit to my responsibilities. So, I’m stepping down, though I’ll remain supportive. This team is unstoppable!”  

The audience laughed lightly.  

“This has been an extraordinary experience with an amazing team. I wish Julie Decours the best as she steps into my role and Philippe Arous as our future mayor!”  

The room applauded. It was done—I had officially left the stage. There was no turning back.  

Alexia was the first to hug me silently, clearly relieved.  

Then her gaze hardened. I turned to see why.  

Lucy was standing behind me.  

“Don’t go!” she said firmly.  

“It’s time to close this chapter…”  

I moved closer to her, and she led me to a quiet corner of the room, away from prying eyes.  

“Why did you do it, Ona?”  

She looked stunned.  

“I’m tired of this war between us. It’s over. I’m done.”  

She stared at me now, standing in the shadows.  

“I don’t want it to be a war…”  

She moved closer to kiss me, placing her hand on my back.  

I pushed her away.  

“Lucy, it’s over. I’m done.”  

[mjrtaurus]

Sometimes I remember at least 60% of social interaction Dragon has is with teenagers/20 yr olds

And I’m just thinking how they would affect his language cause sometimes I think instead of him being super cringe with it, he just integrates super naturally.

“Iva we are cooked.”

“It’s me I’m the weather boy and I ain’t telling you shit.”

“What do you think chat? Should we kill this pig?”

“I already knew I’m a beta cuck! I wrote beside my star sign!”

“Let me eat my girl dinner in peace.”

“I don’t wanna be the leader. Anymoreee I want to be a boyfailure and write bad pornnnnn”

“Why can’t thee do what the Roman’s do and bounce on it?”

“Break my hole not my heart.”

“Why couldn’t I be normal and disappoint my parents by becoming a stripper…”

“You know I’d be hot pool boy, I’d be some rich man’s side piece and he says he’s gonna leave his wife. And he buys me things but really he’s never gonna leave her and I’ll be gone in a year or so. But I haunt him for the rest of his life and he sleeps next to his wife knowing that he lost the person who was the love of his life. ”

“I’m going to start biting people if they aren’t nice to me.”

“I’m going to throw myself into the sun at the next inconvenience.”

“Hold on, I need to bleach my eyes for a second.”

“Oh, good. Manmade horrors beyond comprehension.”

“Boo, you whore.”

“I am in your walls.”

Man is an unassuming generational lingo chameleon. You just hear him talking without seeing his face and people just think he’s some dude faking a deep voice so people will fawn over him.

[babvc-au]

Bendy pauses. “Holy water!?”

Cuphead raises a brow. “...Do you even have holy water?”

“…” Bendy hides a regular water bottle behind his back. “Yes…”

“...”

“Listen, I’m not here to—"

The front door clicks open. They both freeze.

Boris steps in, blinking at the scene before him. “Uh… Bendy? What are you doing?”

"I… huh!?" Bendy whipped his head to the side—He's gone!? His breath caught. Was he seeing things? Or was he just exhausted?

His mind races. Did I just imagine that? Am I going crazy?

Boris raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

Bendy forces a laugh. “Uh—yeah, I’m fine, haha.”

“You sure?”

Bendy sighs. “Yeah. Sorry if I’m freaking you out. I think I’ve just been really tired.”

Boris still looks unconvinced. “Then you should get some sleep tonight. I’ll cook breakfast in the morning if you want.”

Bendy musters a small smile. “Yeah… I’ll do that. And sure.”

Boris nods and heads toward the bathroom.

The moment the shower starts, Bendy hears a rustling sound. He looks down—his eyes widen in horror.

A bat is crawling out from under the couch.

“Boris—!” He yelps, only for a hand to slap over his mouth.

“Shh!”

Cuphead is back, standing over him with an annoyed glare.

Bendy stares, heart hammering.

"Hey, Bendy, have you seen my brush?" Boris calls from the bathroom.

Cuphead tightens his grip, eyes silently warning him before slowly letting go.

Bendy swallows hard. “I-it’s in the orange basket on the top shelf,” he calls back, not breaking eye contact.

The water runs in the background. Boris won’t be coming out for a while.

Cuphead takes a step back, arms crossed. "Listen. I'm not here to hurt you or your brother, got it? If I wanted to, I would've done it already. Like, I dunno… back in that alley when I saved your sorry hide."

Bendy swallows. “But—"

Cuphead cuts him off. “So now that we’ve got that settled, you better listen, because I’m not repeating myself.”

Bendy hesitates but nods.

“What you assume I am? You’re right. But I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here on orders, investigating something-"

Bendy stares at him, still too stunned to process anything. He bearly listens, his voice fading into the background.

“-ay, now stand still.”

“Wh-what?”

Cuphead sighs deeply, realizing he wasn’t listening, stepping closer. "Ugh, just hold still!" Cuphead grabbed Bendy’s shoulders, forcing eye contact. His pupils gleamed red as he concentrated.

A moment passed.

Then another.

Nothing.

Cuphead’s frown deepened, why wasn’t it working?

Still nothing.

Bendy shifts awkwardly. “Uh… what are you doing?”

Cuphead lets go, looking frustrated. What’s up with this guy? No one can resists memory wiping...

Bendy clears his throat. "Um…"

Cuphead just stares at him, deep in thought.

Something isn’t adding up.

And with that, he suddenly vanished.

Bendy stood frozen in the middle of the room, his heart still hammering in his chest. His eyes flicked back to the spot where Cuphead had been just seconds ago. Gone. Just like that.

The room was quiet now—too quiet.

Bendy swallowed hard. His tail twitched. His hands clenched and unclenched as his mind scrambled for some kind of rational explanation.

Had that really just happened?

A vampire. A real, actual vampire had just been standing in his house. Had spoken to him. Had tried to—what? Hypnotize him? Erase his memory? They can do that right?

Bendy took a step back, his foot bumping into the couch. His legs felt like jelly.

What the hell is happening?

His brain felt like a tangled mess of wires, static buzzing in his ears. This wasn’t just some dream. He could still feel Cuphead’s grip on his shoulders, the intense weight of his stare.

Boris’ voice suddenly broke through his daze.

“Bendy?”

Bendy flinched.

Boris was standing at the hallway entrance, rubbing his damp fur with a towel, looking at Bendy with concern.

“You okay?” Boris frowned, glancing around the room. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Close enough, Bendy thought.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. What was he supposed to say? That guy—the guy he’d briefly met just the other day—had just broken into their house? That he turned into a freaking bat and crawled out from under the couch like some horror movie monster?

Yeah, sure. Boris would totally believe that.

Bendy forced a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… just got lost in thought, I guess.”

Boris didn't look convinced. "You sure? You’re acting weird, bro."

Bendy exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to relax. “Nah, I’m fine. Just, uh… probably need some sleep like i said.”

Boris studied him for another moment before shrugging. “Alright. Just don’t stay up all night pacing. I swear, I heard you moving around the house at like three in the morning.”

Bendy stiffened.

He hadn't stayed up last night. He had been asleep before Boris even went to bed.

Bendy forced a grin. “Heh, yeah. No promises.”

Boris rolled his eyes but dropped it. “Just don’t pass out on the floor or something.” He turned and headed for his room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Silence settled over the house again.

Bendy let out a shaky breath and ran a hand down his face. His fingers were trembling.

He needed to sit down.

Stumbling back onto the couch, he buried his face in his hands. His mind was racing, replaying the last few minutes over and over.

A vampire. A real vampire. And he was after something.

And for some reason… it had to do with him?

Bendy shuddered. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

He barely had time to process that thought before remembering something.

The kitchen window.

It was probably still cracked open.

A chill ran down his spine.

He got up and went into the kitchen.

Had he really left?

Or was he still watching?

Bendy quickly shut the window.

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Scene 13:

A dim lantern flickered inside the small tent, casting long, restless shadows against the fabric walls. Felix sat hunched over a pile of books, his fur slightly ruffled, exhaustion lining his face. The night outside was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves.

His ear twitched.

A sound—faint footsteps crunching the forest floor.

Felix tensed, eyes flicking toward the tent’s entrance. His hand hovered near the edge of his book, ready to slam it shut.

Then, a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Hey, Feel. How you holding up? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

Felix’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He turned to see Sheba, standing just outside the tent flap. Her brown eyes reflected the lantern’s glow, warm yet cautious.

“Oh, Sheba… I’m—” He hesitated, looking away. “I’m alright. Just, looking still. Y'know?”

Sheba stepped inside, her movements careful as if afraid of disturbing something fragile. She could tell he was on edge. It's one of those nights probably. She could just feel it.

“Feel, I told you this once, but I’ll tell you again—” She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “What happened back then… that wasn’t your fault...”

Felix stiffened.

"I know..."

Sheba looked over his face carefully, seeing his growing distraught.

"Do... you want to talk about it?"

A flash of crimson. A scream. The overwhelming pull of something dark surging inside him.

He shut his eyes. His claws subtly dug into the pages of his book.

“I …” His voice came out hoarse. “I would rather not talk about it."

Sheba sighed but nodded. She’d learned when not to push.

Instead, she knelt beside him, her eyes scanning the mess of books. Some were old and tattered, barely holding together, while others had frantic scribbles lining the margins.

“Still burying yourself in these, huh?” She picked up a book and flipped through it idly. “Find anything useful in'em?”

Felix exhaled, quickly flicking theough pages. “No. Just the same dead ends.” His tail flicked in frustration. “It’s like chasing a ghost. I know the book exists. I know what it looks like. But finding it? That’s another story.”

He leaned back, running a hand through his fur. “I’ve already searched every library in town. There’s one left, but if I don’t find anything there, I’ll have to move on to the next city.”

Sheba studied him, her expression unreadable. She’d known Felix for years, long enough to recognize the weight in his voice. The way his exhaustion wasn’t just physical—it was something deeper. Something that had been gnawing at him for far too long.

She set the book down gently. “Then I guess we better hope that last library’s got what you need.”

Felix gave a small, tired chuckle. “Yeah. Guess so.”

The lantern flickered. Outside, the wind rustled the leaves again, like whispers in the dark.

Sheba glanced at Felix one last time before turning toward the entrance.

“…Just don’t forget, Feel,” she murmured. “You’re not in this alone.”

She stepped outside, leaving him in the soft glow of the lantern and the quiet hum of unread words.

Felix sat there for a long moment, staring at the book in his lap.

Then, with a slow breath, he turned the page.

Alrighty Folks! The Time Has Finally Come!

Hopefully this is everything and i didn't miss any panels or doodles for this post, but here is almost everything about BABVC's comic sketches, wips, doodles, refs, and even scripts i never finished, plus more! Doodles and other art stuff will be added to the end of this post. (Due to how many wips i have and such, there will be multiple reblogs happening as i go through this so bare with me.)

So, did you want to know how BaBvc would have went? Here's your answer. (This will contain a mix of the script, old comic wips and context)

Now, well jump to where we left off in the comic with a smol refresher.

Scene 6 Nightmare:

It's dark and bendy is in a black like void. He hears voices.

"Why? You had a chance!" OB growls.

"Who's there!?" Bendy shouts.

"Why did you resist?" OB

"What?"

Bendy's eyes are suddenly covered by cold clawed hands. And he tries to pry them off.

"Why!?" OB

"What are you talking about?! Who are you!" Bendy growls trying to fight them off.

"Don't keep me waiting much longer" we see the claws retract and three tails around Bendy.

"I'm sick of waiting"

The last shot is of Bendy's demon cross eye.

“But, how…?”

He hears a yawn from Boris as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “good morning, Bendy”

Boris blinks at Bendy’s hand and the bag, "You better not eat that so early in the morning, Bendy.” Boris scolded, ears pinned back.

“What? No, i wouldn't do that. But...” Bendy says, looking at the can thoughtfully. "Did you get some more after last night…?" He asked the tall wolf. Boris raised a brow at him, confused. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. "That's the same bag from last night when we went to the market right?" He asked. 

"Well yeah but, I lost it, remember?" Bendy said and looked up at his younger brother. Boris stares at him in confusion. "...You did?" He asked. 

Camera focuses on the can in his hand.

Scene 8:

Bendy and Boris enter Berry cafe and take a seat at a booth.

"So you honestly don't remember?" Bendy starts looking across the table to his younger brother.

"I really don't. I only remember us getting the stuff, and then after that, it's all blurry. Like I blacked out or something, and then it was morning." Boris replied. "Are you sure you didn't just imagine you lost it? Maybe it was a dream that you had last night." He points out.

"..." Bendy thinks, "Maybe you're right. I've been having weird dreams, and I guess it's possible." He says tiredly. "Though it really felt like I wasn't dreaming." He mumbled to himself.

Then Melody comes around shortly after and asks them what they would like to order. "Hello, welcome to Berry's Cafe. What would you - oh! It's you two, the usual then?" She smiles and lifts her paper and pen.

Bendy lifts his head and gives a small smile. "Ah, yeah, for me, at least. Boris?" He looks over expectantly for his order.

"Oh! um, what's the special today?"

"New York cheesecake drizzled in strawberries and syrup, it's so good!" she smiles and hugs her notepad dreamily.

Boris perks at that smiling "Guess I know what I'm getting now, (haha) and can I get a hot coco with that, thanks Melody."

"No problem! I'll put your order in right away." She nods and walks away allowing Bendy to see the other residents in the cafe. And surprisingly enough he sees someone familiar. His eyes widened a little, shocked.

(Isn't that-?)

Bendy looks at his right wrist and rubs it lightly.

(So it hadn't been a dream? I should probably thank him.)

Bendy stood, making Boris look at him. "Bendy?"

"I'll be back."

Bendy walks away and heads for the familiar person.

"Uh, Hey." he says. Catching Cupheads attention who opens his eyes. He looks a little confused and shocked to see Bendy for a moment.

"I wanted to say thanks for the other night you really helped me back there." Bendy says looking to the side awkwardly.

Cuphead says nothing for a minute. His shock turns to annoyance.

"Yeah, whatever, watch yourself, you're lucky I found you when I did." Cuphead says with a steady look. "Didn't your mom teach you not to walk around at night by yourself?"

"It's dangerous." He glares, narrowing his eyes.

Bendy furrows his brows at the semi aggressive tone. "Hey, I came to thank you, not get a lecture! And I wasn't by myself."

"..."

"Anyway like I said, thank you, seriously." Bendy frowned.

Cuphead stands up and looks down at Bendy, who looks up at him in return nervously as they stare at each other.

"Here you go sir, your order." Tostie says, giving Cuphead two drinks.

"Thanks," he says.

She walks away.

"There you are, Cuppy!" A new voice sounds in the cafe besides Bendy.

Mugs comes over and stands by his brother's side. Who gives him an exhausted look.

"Here." Cuphead hands him the second drink.

"Oh! Were you in the middle of something?" Mugs looks between Bendy and Cuphead.

Cuphead gives Bendy another glare.

"No. Let's go." He walks off, but Mugs falters and gives Bendy a nervous smile and a wave before he follows.

"Geez, what a jerk." (At least the other guy was nice) Bendy sweats but shrugs it off heading back to Boris.

"Was that someone you knew?"

"Uh, not exactly," Bendy says as he slides back into the booth.

It's silent for a moment before Boris speaks up.

"Bendy, listen, I know you're just as confused as I am, but you haven't told me a single thing about what happened last night, I was really worried about you."

"I know, I promise to tell you when I've made sense of it, ok? Just… give me some time."

Boris sighs, "...Ok"

Bendy looks away and out the window covered in fog with a thoughtful look. It starts to snow a little.

Scene 9

Cuphead glares ahead. (The hell? Did I not wipe his memory correctly? And what's with that weird smell?) He rubs his nose.

Mugman watches him, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cuphead mutters. “I just need to go to the casino… again.”

Mugman frowns. “Huh? Why?”

“I’ll tell you later—unless you wanna come with me.”

Mugman hesitates, then nods. “Mmm… I’ll go with you.” Cuphead glances at him, his expression unreadable. Without another word, he keeps walking.

(Que this scene where they report to The Devil about Bendy being immune to memory wiping)

"Sir, I've come to report something." [Kneeling]

"What is it?"

"There's someone i met that's immune to memory wiping."

"..."

"Is that so..."

(Thus, The Devil orders Cuphead to keep an eye on Bendy and to report back if anything happens.)

Scene 12

Cuphead (bat form) climbs through the crack of the window in the kitchen. He hops to the ground and transforms back into his toon form. He dusts himself off and then looks up. Unexpectedly Bendy was in the doorway and saw everything.

(Que a funny nervous Bendy stares and throws a mug at Cuphead.)

Bendy runs to his couch and starts his spiel.

"What are you doing in my house!? Are you going to kill me!? You're a vampire! Aren't you supposed to stay out of houses unless you're invited!? Or something!?

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute, vampires have other weaknesses! I think I have a few things!"

Bendy runs out of the room, and Cuphead is left in confusion.

"Okay...this is weird." -sigh-

Bendy comes in and out with various "vampire deterrents"

"Garlic!?"

"No"

"A cross!?"

"Nope"

"A stake!?" (It's a twig)

"Na-da"

"Sunlight!?" (Its a flashlight.)

"Did you forget you saw me at the café?"

[jokerownsmysoul]

Concept: when Arthur was 10 years old or so, he had Joker (apart from the murderous facet, I mean) as a imaginary friend. A clown like the ones he liked, only a little braver and stronger, the way at night he dreamed to be. Joker made him company during bad days, gave him strength and hope for a better future when things were hard, gifted him the sense of friendship he longed for. He made him laugh with original funny jokes, he made him dance with light on his feet, he believed in his dreams when no one didn't, consoled his innocent tears, and tuned down the world when the screams within the walls, both the wallpaper-covered ones and those made of concrete, were too loud and scary for a little boy like him, who could dream even just for a little while that he wasn't all alone.

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals