#because she'll beat you up anytime

[meo-eiru]

How could Elias have met his darling? I kinda feel like they were long childhood friends, like in elementary perhaps even? A cute scenario that I keep thinking about...

Elias somehow got hurt on the playground, perhaps some boy in school was jealous of him and his looks? Perhaps they made fun of him for looking pretty, mocking him to put makeup on and play with the girls? (I feel like he'd be adored more by girls than boys, simply because he looks quite feminine in not a bad way)

So he is sobbing in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and somehow tries to fix his face. (Perhaps poor boy got some mud onto his face?)

And his darling didn't really interact with him before, so she just walks past the bathroom but caught onto the loud and dramatic sniffles and sobs. Perhaps she got curious and went to check up on him (despite it being the boys bathroom, another headcanon I have for his darling that she might be more of a troublemaker back then or a tomboy, so she didn't care if she simply went into the boys bathroom, she would've probably enjoyed the thrill of getting caught by a teacher and getting scolded)

So she literally just walks straight in without a second thought, Elias literally jumping in surprise from overall someone walking in on him crying. (We know our boy is a pretty cryer and he knows it too) But also jumping because it's a girl in the boys bathroom, him literally squealing for a while and his darling just being like: • — •

So after his dramatic ass calmed down, his darling fusses over him, simply because that's likely her nature-?? Like she immediately tends to him, reassures him, etc ! Simply giving him princess treatment and giving him her tissues, wiping off any dust and mud off of him with the most gentle care, despite her rough appearance. (I like the idea of polar opposites, a darling that looks more like a boy and a boy that looks more like a pretty girl)

So when Elias tells her about what happened on the playground, I feel like there are two options what is going to happen. (Perhaps even both could work out ngl..)

Like his darling beating the crap out of those bullies, a girl chasing the boys and the boys being scared of her. (I feel like she might be a very talented weirdo.. like she'd be a gifted kid that probably got burnt out very soon, I also see that Elias had the chances of being gifted too, but being trapped inside a box by his parents, so he never got to develop any of that)

Then perhaps his darling told him that he didn't need any friends, because he has her now and she'll be his friend! So then they had a lot of play dates and played together as kids, even if he was boring, she always tried to make him feel included💖💖

When other kids interrupted their playtime, I just feel like his darling would growl at any kid that she got bad vibes off of. Like she'd have such protective instincts for Elias, she just KNEW who was bad for him.

Bodyguard darling 💌

Awww this is so adorable!!! Elias is such a princess and the darling is his bodyguard😭💕

So first off, I'm so sorry but this was all I could imagine when you mentioned Elias crying in front of a mirror

Other than that I love itttt! Imagine them growing up and Elias still expecting that same dynamic from darling. Darling spending her entire school life protecting Elias like that and eventually getting a bit tired of it but not being able to stop because Elias won't let her and anytime she tries hanging out with someone else he starts crying and causing a scene.

[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man 168 Early Analysis

Okay so- I'm going to start with something pretty important translation wise. Viz as usual did not translate things very well.

Keep this in mind because it changes this whole scene's meaning. [Edit Start] Bit of a further correction since the phrasing is further complicated.

Some important updated context that fleshes out Asa's mental state further. [Edit End]

This whole fucking section is sickening not just because this is Denji again being sexually abused and then tossed aside as he has been since chapter 1, but because this is a near exact parallel to Makima and her treatment of Denji. Denji and Asa don't even seem able to process the handjob and instead go to the kiss. Remember Denji's first 'kiss' was from Makima. She framed it as an act of love and then ripped all that away by the end of part 1. Yet again Denji is kissed and his reaction is to want to know if she actually loves him or is just using him like Makima did. I doubt he's specifically thinking about Makima in this scene but you can see how deep the scars have been ingrained in his psyche. Similarly fucked is Asa's reaction to this because she's just as much a victim in all of his as Denji is.

Asa is able to control her body just enough to start beating the shit out of Yoru. It's a pretty fucked parallel to self harm inflicted by victims of sexual assault. Asa obviously has a lot of mental issues and in this moment she's unable to fully process the fact she's also a victim in this situation. She instead pivots to the idea that she's just as much of a perpetrator as Yoru is.

The thousand yard stare kinda has two different meanings in this end bit as well. For Denji its showing his inability to fully process things. We've seen before he goes straight to self harm to get his mind of things but since he can't turn into chainsaw man in this instance he has nothing. So he resorts to his other terrible coping mechanism; He freezes. Whenever something traumatic happens to him he near completely freezes up until someone snaps him out of it. As for Asa it seems to be because she's stuck in her own head spiraling. I doubt she'll be able to recognize the fucked up complexities of the situation anytime soon, so her mental state is just going to continue to get worse.

[moonstruckme]

Hello! So, I was wondering if you could write poly!marauders with a reader with anemia (iron deficiency)? Where she usually doesn't take her pills bc she forgets or straight up just doesn't want to, so sometimes she'll stand up and will completely fall back onto where she was sitting bc she will black out for a few seconds or lose her balance?

Obviously, only do it if you wanna and feel like it!!! Thank you and have a terrific day <3

Sincerely, :]

Hi my lovely! Thanks for requesting <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 656 words

When Remus calls you for dinner, James races you to the kitchen, both of you shoving at each other and giggling like children as you pound down the stairs. He wins, of course (he loves you, but he’s not going to let you beat him just because of that), but when he turns around to gloat, you’ve faltered a couple of steps from the bottom. 

A glaze has come over your eyes, no less alarming for its familiarity, and James' heart stutters as you put out a hand, feeling for the handrail. 

“Babe?” James wishes his voice were a little less panicked, but for all he knows you could be about to keel over and fall down the stairs. 

You sit back on the step behind you, your hand slipping down the banister while you hold the other out in front of you as if to placate him. “I’m okay,” you say, though you don’t sound entirely certain yourself. “I just need a second.” 

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius says, coming around the corner. He pushes his hair out of his face. “Baby, again?”

“Sorry,” you mumble, blinking as though to clear a film from your eyes. In the kitchen, James hears Remus sigh, and knows he’s caught onto what’s happened as well. The tap turns on. 

You blink some more, your gaze clearing bit by bit until you’re able to focus on James and Sirius in front of you. You stand, too quickly for James’ liking, and he steps towards you, taking your forearm in one hand and using the other to support your lower back. 

“Take it easy, sweetheart,” he worries as you flounce dismissively down the remaining steps. 

“It’s fine,” you say breezily, “I’m fine. Just got dizzy for a second, sorry.” 

Sirius raises his eyebrows, arms crossing in front of him. They’re all familiar with this act. Anytime you black out like this, you pretend as if it’s a normal part of everyone’s day (or, if you can get away with it, as if it never happened at all) in an attempt to nullify your boyfriends’ worry. “You looked like you went blind,” he says. 

You appear a tiny bit sheepish at that, but it’s gone in a second. “It was a blip.” 

It’s clear you’re campaigning to move on and forget your near-fall and James’ near-cardiac arrest, but no sooner do you round the corner into the kitchen than Remus is standing in front of you. 

He holds your medicine in one hand and a glass of water in the other, and there’s no shortage of judgment in the quirk of his one eyebrow as he passes them to you. James feels for you; if Remus leveled a look like that at him, he might turn to ash on the spot. But you’re braver than he is, so you only flush, downing the pill with a sip of water. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, not quite looking at him. 

Remus hums, taking the glass from you and setting it on the counter. He curls a finger under your jaw and places his thumb on your chin, tilting your head up (Yup, James would be dead. Perished. Six feet under.) until you meet his eyes. 

“You set an alarm on your phone for a reason,” Remus says softly. “Start taking your medicine as soon as it goes off, understand? It’s dangerous when you don’t.” 

You nod mutely, and Remus bends, kissing the highest point of your cheek. 

“Alright, dove.” 

He leaves you there, looking somehow more dazed than when your vision had gone out a minute before, and starts bringing plates to the table. 

“Merlin,” Sirius breathes, he and James watching the scene from near the stairs. “He gets so scared when she doesn’t take them. She’s lucky he didn’t find some way to punish her for forgetting like that.” 

James scoffs, going to help Remus with setting the table. “I think that was her punishment.”

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that

MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes

but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass

you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you

"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"

just a teenage Karen

yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you

you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP

Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"

he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person

yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭���

#neveridentified

#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense

#i barely know the law shush

RANBOO

they just kind of accepted that you were like this

"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"

hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building

yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back

"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull

your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"

then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school

FREDDIE BADLINU

you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you

you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing

if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up

"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"

"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"

Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online

sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter

"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"

insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say

fight fire with fire I guess

NIKI NIHACHU

she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her

oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person

#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week

people edit the fight too

she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you

"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"

"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"

you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine

when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way

he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny

he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"

honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves

like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.

he's your biggest supporter

he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note

"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"

you're a problem at this point

QUACKITY

you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy

he'll gladly cheer you on

"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"

"Oh it don't bite"

you proceed to bite the bitch

online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme

"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"

you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly

don't worry quackitys there to watch

17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha

when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA

FOOLISH GAMERS

"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear

"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"

Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god

you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls

when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go

let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...

HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON

here you go trending on Twitter again

[dark-konohagakure2]

Maybe an Akatsuki! Reader who gets caught by Jiraiya. He punishes the information out of her. But even after she gives him the info he keeps going. He has to teach her a lesson after all

tw: noncon, Akatsuki!Reader, age difference, interrogation, kidnapping, punishment, power imbalance, size difference, pussy slapping, cockwarming

All characters depicted are 18+

Despite his reputation for being a perverted and goofy old man, Jiraiya is more than capable of being shockingly serious when it comes to important missions given to him by Tsunade for the Hidden Leaf Village, especially if said missions are related to the notorious criminal organization known as The Akatsuki.

While Jiraiya is a seasoned ninja who has been trying to take down the Akatsuki for quite some time now, he knows very little of the organization, just the names of a few of it's members, and the groups goal of eventually taking over the world. But when he's finally able to discover the organization's base of operations; the Hidden Rain Village, Jiraiya sets off there right away, but he isn't exactly greeted with a nice welcome party when he gets there.

Jiraiya is known to not be a slouch in battle despite his age, so he's able to beat the Akatsuki kunoichi sent after him in a matter of moments with his superior combat skills and experience. Luck must be on his side today, because he gets to kill two birds with one stone. Not only does he have a live Akatsuki member to extract information from, but he also has a cutie with a cute body to extract 'inspiration' from.

She's a tough egg to crack however, and she doesn't seem very willing to spill any information in regards to the organization's leader's true identity anytime soon. Jiraiya really doesn't want to have to hit such a good looking young lady, but she's being a brat, and all uncooperative brats deserve a good spanking.

"Such a shame that you had to be such a naughty girl, but I'm not going to stop punishing this cute little pussy until you cooperate~! So are you going to spill your guts? Or am I going to have to slap you even more?"

Her pussy will be left sore and wet from the harsh spanking done to it, but that will be the least of her worries once she continues to keep her mouth shut about the Akatsuki's secrets. Jiraiya isn't annoyed by this setback, quite the opposite actually, now he has a living, unwilling volunteer for him to test the latest ideas for his next chapter on, and he's going to subject her to all his perverted desires until she starts to cooperate.

Spanking her adorable pussy is only so effective for so long, so Jiraiya is going to up the ante, instead of torturing her cunt with his open hand, he's going to torture her with his cock. Jiraiya will grant her a reprieve from the slapping, only to force his entire thick and long cock into her already aching and soaked cunt, not moving or letting her move an inch.

Jiraiya wants to drag this out for as long as he possibly can, having missed the feeling of having a tight young cunt wrapped around his cock. He really really wants to start moving inside of her and brutally fucking her to his heart's content, but he of all people knows that the mission comes first, and neither of them are allowed and relief until she changes her tune.

But even the strongest of shinobi can only withstand so much sensual torture for so long, and she'll start spilling her guts, much to Jiraiya's satisfaction, but even if she's telling the truth now, he's still not letting up on the punishment, he doesn't let naughty girls off the hook so easily.

"Good girl! I knew you had it in ya! Was that so hard?...Hm? Oh no no I'm not stopping yet, you're still a bad girl to your core after all..."

Jiraiya is glad that he's one step closer to uncovering the secrets of the Akatsuki, it makes his job all the more easier, and he's sure that the criminal organization won't be terribly upset about him stealing one of their cute little members along with their secrets.

[stolasdearest]

Give me Lilith × female reader 🌹🌹I'm so in love with her.

Ну представьте себе демона Кицунэ и саму бывшую королеву ада

Lilith x Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

ׂׂૢ pairing : Lilith x Reader

ׂׂૢ cw : not proofread

ׂׂૢ Reader is Female

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

♪ She's the actual sweetest, she'll get you anything she can get her hands on, like with Lucifer; Her power is yours as much as it is hers

♪ she absolutely wants to give you little performances, especially right before a show she'll quickly perform a song or two for you and you'll clap and tell her she absolutely killed it like usual, all while her face gets a bit pink while Lilith hides her face

♪ absolute and I mean absolute cuddlebug, before a show? Cuddle— after a show? Cuddle— anytime she can snuggle herself up to her lovely partner she fucking will

♪ absolutely into marriage, she likes the title "wife" better than "Girlfriend" she's putting a ring on that finger as soon as possible.

♪ she's a bomb fucking cook, breakfast in bed and luxurious dinners you name it; usually you don't even wanna eat out because nothing beats the food she conjures up with those magic hands.

♪ one of her favorite things to do to just spend time with you is she'll ask you if you can do her hair, brush it— style it; whatever you want she'll sit there calm and patiently

♪ Lilith mentions you almost every time she's in front of a crowd or camera, you're just so great and awesome and she loves you so so so much

♪ Wants to match outfits with you all the time! She wants you both dolled up anytime you go out, you two just look absolutely gorgeous and she's ready to show you off

Authors note : first Lilith fic?? I don't know if I did good at all

Taglist : @anni1600 @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes @k1y0yo @d0nutsaur

[pluto-supremacy]

Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater

➼ Yes I am breaking my rule of no f!reader because I wanted to write for Vi so bad. So I'm gonna set a new precedent now: I'll write f!reader IF it is a wlw fic/headcanons/whatever. Though this is more of just a lil treat since the brainrot is rotting

➼ Might end up turning this into a full fic, if you want that let me know! (It did! Here's part two)

➼ No beta we die like Sky

➼ Warnings: None!

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

Whenever there is free time, Vi is at your side. You two usually find some corner away from the others to try and get away, pretend you two can have a moment to yourselves

She's always giving you her food, you don't even need to ask. She'll happily let you pick at her plate if you're still hungry or you haven't eaten in a while due to lockdown

You're lucky enough to only be two cells away from each other, you two often get in trouble for talking during lights out

If you're ever in trouble, Vi takes the beatings for you. She can and has thrown herself between you and a guard and is not afraid to do it again

Same obviously goes for inmates

"If you want to keep your tongue in your mouth, I suggest you leave her alone"

Though not many inmates mess with you considering your personal body guard of a girlfriend

If you're ever thrown into solitary, Vi goes crazy. Getting into more fights than usual, refusing food, even trying to break into solitary to be with you

If you want, she gives you both matching tattoos there with whatever device she can get her hands on. She lets you pick out the design and the placement

Anytime she gets clean clothes, bandages, and hygiene supplies (all of which are of course a rarity there), she uses them/gives them to you first. Bandages up any new cuts of yours or changes your dirty ones, gives you her new toothbrush and toothpaste, and so on. You'll have to fight her on at least sharing some of the items, like the new tube of toothpaste. She just wants to make sure you're taken care of

"Just scored a new hairbrush. Go ahead and take it, bun. Need to keep your hair brushed so I can play with it, yeah?"

Vi cuts your hair for you there and takes it super seriously. She's not gonna let you walk around with a shitty haircut

Though she did fuck it up once (or a few times, but they were smaller mistakes that were easy to hide)

To make up for that godawful haircut she gave herself a bad one too. It's just hair, after all, it grows back

She'll stand guard while you're showering. Make sure no one's gaze is lingering around on you. Also lets you shower first so if there is any hot water you'll get it

Vi is a portable bed for you. Whenever you're together and you want to rest, she'll try to find a quieter place and let you rest your head on her shoulder/in her lap. She plays with your hair while you're sleeping and checks your pulse every now and then. Just to make sure you're still there with her

Whenever you get sick there, she will make the biggest fuss to get you to medical. If that isn't an option Vi does her best to take care of you with the limited resources you both have

"Snuck a bit of that honey from breakfast. Try and cover your throat in that and don't worry about talking, okay Y/N?"

During bunk inspections, if you have any contraband, Vi takes it and hides it in her cell. She rarely ever gets caught with it, but she'd rather take the punches than have you on the receiving end of them

On the flipside Vi trades a lot of her own contraband to get things for you. Things like snacks, jewelry, hair dye, better clothes, anything other inmates have that you might want

Though if trading for those doesn't work, she will straight up steal them for you

When Caitlyn comes to release her for help with tracking down the stolen gemstone, she throws in a condition. An obvious one

"You're getting Y/N out too. That or you can try to find Silco on your own. Undercity is going to eat you alive without me"

And that's how you and your lover finally escape Stillwater

[googleitlol]

Two questions! Well, one’s more like a prompt/scenario, but I’m still saying it!

Do you have any plans on getting back to your “The Memory of You” fanfic in the future? Because I’m a certified Macaque wimp (right there with Wukong) and I’m dying to know everything that happened between him and Lian!😭

And second:

I just got myself Black Myth Wukong brainrot and I randomly thought of a situation where Dove would wake up from a nightmare about Wukong’s death, and she instinctively places a hand over the Destined One’s heart to hear it beating because of his resemblance and everything. And the Destined One just helps hold her hand to his chest and resting his own hand over hers until she calms down🥲💘💞

1) Omg tbh I didn't realise ppl were still reading that one! I'm focusing on PoM rn so I don't think I'll be getting to it anytime soon unfortunately. I do wanna continue it tho, and rewrite some stuff too! My google doc is so big for TMoY that if you wanted, I could totally answer some asks about it. Since I'm focusing on Dove and Wukong rn, I wouldn't mind sharing some secrets about Lian and Macaque's past (I will yap so much abt them, I love Lian she's my sweetheart).

I also took a break from writing that fic because, uhhhhh… I had only seen part of season 4 when I started writing the backstory for Lian, did some research into chinese mythology and legends I could pull from… then after posting a bunch of chapters, I watched the rest and realised I accidentally made her backstory/creation extremely similar to someone else (if you're caught up on the show, you'll know who I'm talking about). They both involve, uh… similar people?? So I got spooked and decided to wait a bit to see if that character's backstory would be like what I'd written for Lian and… it's starts out very similar 💀

But honestly, I think I'm gonna keep it the same cuz I love Lian, and I love the story I've made for her and Macaque. So if you've got any questions abt them, I'd be happy to answer until I shift my focus back onto TMoY.

2) Oh, and… my god. I love this idea of yours. That dream. Hoo boy, that dream. I love it when people understand the sort of angst I wanna put Dove under. Running to her love, knowing what's about to happen but too far to stop it. Maybe if he saw her, if he knew she was coming, maybe he'd still be there. But no matter how much her throat scratches as she screams, no sound is made. No matter how fast she runs, how far she pushes herself, nothing changes.

The Destined One frowns, he's seen her like this on so many nights. There's something that's plaguing her… he just doesn't know what. She shuts him down at any and all moments he has to inquire about her night-terrors. Still, he's found a subtle way to help in the best way he can. After one night where she reached out for him and he let her hand press against his chest, he noticed how she calmed a bit.

That becomes their nightly ritual. Whenever he notices how she starts to mumble in her sleep, shout and cry, he'll cuddle up next to her and hold her in his arms. He'll keep her head pressed against his chest so she can hear his heart– that always calms her down. As long as she has something, her hand or even an ear pressed to his heart, she'll calm down. Maybe the first few nights he started doing this, she'd cuddle up to him a bit. He'd be awkward about it at first, but eventually grow used to it. After a while, he'd find that he actually really enjoys spending those nights with Dove in his arms.

[ddejavvu]

Bully!Eddie seeks you out one morning but he finds you hurt with a scrapped knee because some lowlifes tripped you for being the freaks plaything:-( he's not sure what happens to him but something inside him takes over and he starts to take care of you, pecking away your tears and carrying you to his van so he can drive you to his trailer to get Wayne's first aid kit

this post is 18+, minors dni. (i didn't tag this as dark, because i feel like i didn't make him too crazy of a bully. he's more of a tease, really, he just annoys her, it's not like he's beating her up or something 😭 regardless, don't like -> don't read!)

When Eddie rounds the corner towards your locker, he doesn't expect his sneaker to ram into something soft. Nor does he expect it to groan.

You blink tearily up at Eddie from your spot on the floor, scraped knees to your chest as your back presses against the cool metal doors.

Upon seeing Eddie's perplexed expression the tears in your eyes spill lushly down your cheeks, a broken sob coming from your throat as well as a gushing groan.

You tuck your chin to your chest, silently begging for Eddie to move on and realize this was not the time.

instead, you feel a soft touch on one of your knees, burning as it presses into your cuts, despite being gentle. You hiss and jerk your knees apart, not caring that it exposes your panties from under your skirt.

"'The fuck happened?" Eddie demands, "Did you fall over?"

"Someone tripped me," You sniffle, a sob wracking your frame, "Please, Eddie, just leave me alone!"

Upon hearing you hadn't been the victim of your own clumsiness, Eddie feels his chest tighten. He squats so fast that his knees crack, and you jerk your head out of your arms to stare at him, startled.

"Who tripped you?" His brows are furrowed, nearly knitting together in the middle of his face, "Only I'm allowed to tease you."

"Some- some basketball player," You gush through an anguished sob, "Eddie I really can't do this today, please. Please, just go away!"

"Will you shut your trap about me leaving? I'm not gonna skip out on you," He scoffs, "Do you have band-aids in that little pink purse of yours?"

Your lips puff out in a frown, and you shake your head, smearing a tear away from your eyes with a rough finger. Eddie swats your hand away, but when he strokes your cheek it's gentle, and he cleans away the rest of your anguish.

"'Kay. Can't tell the school nurse, she'll just give you a fuckin' ice pack. I'm gonna fix you up, okay honey?"

You feel his hands grip the bottoms of your thighs before you can process his words, but when you realize he's peeling your back away from the lockers to pick you up you bolt out of his grasp.

He looks offended, "Hey!"

"Don't-! What are you doing?" You smear away another tear from under your eye, the ache prominent behind your lids.

"I'm taking you home," He spells out, rolling his eyes, "So that I can clean you up," He reaches out a hand, "And then I'll drive you back to your place for the day."

"You.. you'll fix me up?"

"Yes," He urges, "You.. you don't think I'd, like, hurt you, right?"

"I dunno," You mumble, eyes downcast, "You push me."

"Not into anything!"

"You trip me."

"I always catch you."

"You say I'm a ditz."

"I'm a super super senior. Don't let me insult your intelligence."

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you stare at him from below your lashes. He's waiting, arms wide for you, and when you take a tentative step forwards, he pulls you the rest of the way in.

"There you go," He yanks you to be flush to his chest, breath fanning over your face. You're intimidated by the close proximity, because anytime he clears this much distance between you, he usually has you pinned against something while his hands roam your waist. Your heart thumps in excitement at what you're trained to expect, and you're slightly disappointed when he doesn't touch you further. What he does do, though, is lean forward to peck your cheek, lips shining with your tears when you pull away. You sniffle lightly, hands curled into the loose fabric of his t-shirt, confused and concerned with this new side of Eddie.

It feels nice to have him kiss your tears away. But it's so much more exciting, it gets your stomach in more of a whirl when he kisses your lips, nipping at them until they're red and sore and stinging. Apparently he feels the roving of your fingertips against his chest because his expression darkens slightly, deepening from a grin to a smirk.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, this isn't permanent. I'll be back to pushing you around once you've got bandages on those knees. I think you owe me a thank-you for helping you out, don't you?"

Butterflies swarm through your tummy as you nod vigorously, mouth practically watering at the thought of his cock. You go with him much more happily now that you know what you'll get after he's done, and you find you rather like his sensitive side, even if it only lasts until he's smoothed band-aids over your knees.

[poppy-metal]

need tashi to be real mean to me….need her to beat my pussy up real bad i think. thinking ab catching an attitude with her nd she fixes it by sitting on your face because “you’re prettier when you’re not talking” 😵‍💫…..

gonna throw a fit (no im not) cause she really doesn't tolerate that shit - she'll reduce you into a puddle of tears for even one snappy response that was unjustified. she wont touch your pussy for a week - use your face to get herself off but completely neglect your own needs and if you think about touching yourself - thats just longer you'll go without her touch - she can be persuaded though. shes not heartless. begging helps. admitting how out of place and stupid you were to talk to her like that helps more.

when she finally decideds you've learned your lesson and slips her hand into your panties it barely takes one press of her thumb on your clit before you break - but that doesn't mean she's done. the other half of deprivation is overstimulation, after all. hearing you whine and beg for it to stop just makes her slide inside you with her fingers - this is what bad little girls get. she doesn't want you forgetting anytime soon.

[elysiaheaven]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮-(𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 𝐱 𝐅.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) (𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

Words:2000

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You had a small fight with Kakavasha ^^, You decided to take the request from (special guest mention) to make you attend as them in the lecture!! Just say present and go, because the professor who comes to check. Will never see the faces! But to your sad life. It was sadly that, that professor didn't come. Instead the guy who hates you but cares for you comes up.

(This part was taken from my first fic that I wrote for Aventurine ^^ since it was my first, It sucked!! But i did love how i wrote ratio and y/n sob) (KILLER CHAT HAS TO WAIT FOR A WHILE IM SORRY)

Past time!

You haven't spoken to Aventurine since he arrived. You're content arranging the paper in the file. Going into Jade's office, you don't even give him a look. Too dangerous, you might burst into tears. In front of everyone, that would be terrible. You still can't decide after last night's conversation: did you do the right thing? Or were you a heartless bitch?

Jade has a real radar embedded in her brain. She'll immediately see that things aren't right. You let out a slight grunt.

"Y/n..."

"Not now, Aventurine."

"Call me Kakavasha... I don't mind... if it's here too..."

"Not now." If Jade witnesses one of your scenes again, it's sure that you'll not be going to Penacony anytime.

Okay, let's calm down. For now, she still hasn't decided, and you have to submit a file you prepared. Everything is okay.

The good thing is Diamond likes you.

You worked hard to get where you are today. He won't give up on you on a whim. Penacony, your last hope of knowing why you even live...

In her office, Jade invites you both to take a seat in front of her. She has that look about her that doesn't exactly fill you with confidence.

"You must have your ideas about why I wanted to see you..."

"We can't continue like this... I have gotten reports that you both caused trouble in Uzami's family..."

(This character named Uzami was actually one of the villains in that book)

You swallow in response to Jade's authority. Aventurine remains stoic.

"You both got us another jackpot... good work, you two! I have realized that you two work better when you are a team... so I will think about Y/n going to Penacony..."

"That's good for me." You take a look at Aventurine. He has his gaze fixed on Jade, and his jaw clenched.

"Thank you, Jade." Aventurine leaves first, and then you...

You decide to chat with your colleagues...

Suddenly, you hear someone discreetly clearing his throat behind you... Aventurine.

No need to turn around and check. As soon he stepped into your little space, your arm hairs shot up in an inexplicable electrostatic reaction.

You didn't expect Aventurine to talk to you again. Given your rather unstable emotional state, this could go downhill.. You take it upon myself to not freak out destroy everything you see.

"Hi, Aventurine."

"Can we talk?"

"Yes."

"I..thought about those stuff and..." You nervously tap your nails on your desk to show your impatience. you're not going to worm things out of Aventurine this time

"And?"

"I think- we can try- to you know...go on-"

You hate this little heart of yours that is throbbing like a first timer in your chest! No way you are giving so easily.

"Yeah, A friendship or something. Well, I ain't gonna be your friend. Get out."

"Not as a friend."

"Eh?"

"I don't want to run away anymore, what I want is you..."

That's it, your heart's skipped a beat! You were so afraid of never hearing those from Aventurine.

"But...There's something too..to you know...ask sorry."

"What kind of stuff? Kneeling? Begging me? Making a passionate declaration..?" Your cheeks flush as you think of something like that. You nibble your lower lip to not spread your thoughts....Is he- fr! FR!!! GONNA!!! Shit! make him work for it!.

Aventurine knows you too well. He notices your thoughts immediately. His Adam's apple follows a vertical path as he swallows.

"A weekend together? You and me... An attempt at seeing if it works between us..."

"You know very well... It won't solve anything." He walks a little closer, and you see all the love in his eyes.

"I promise I will talk about everything... You're my best friend... I can't lose you."

"Huh?" Fuck, you really thought he was saying stuff like a date...

"But... I don't know... I know that you're the only friend I have... Seeing you in a romantic light is too much of a dream... I need time to move slowly... Plus, I acted like an idiot. Please, let's consider this-"

"Give me a week..."

Aventurine withdraws his hands and nods, visibly disappointed that you're not agreeing right away. He leaves the office space, shoulders down...

End of the past.

Aventurine runs a hand through his hair and ruffles it up impatiently. (There should be a law against being so handsome...)

"It's the thing..."

"I haven't decided yet..."

"Oh! Why?"

After hesitating to talk to you, Aventurine is now being very upfront. He's going straight to the point.

"I... really do love spending time-"

Aventurine's face suddenly lights up. He takes your remark as positive, whereas it's the other way around.

"That's an excellent reason to try it out... Am I right-?"

"No."

"I don't understand..."

Could someone please invent a decoder so that men can finally understand girls...?

"......I don't really want to be invited as your friend... It hurts..."

"......" He smiles and comes closer to you, but someone else drags you away.

"I'm taking y/n for a moment, sorry Aventurine!!!" It's Roxy, a student at the Intelligentsia Guild.

"SO... I have a date... Since you do come there to study..."

"I'm sorry, would you mind filling in for me today? They don't take attendance; you should be fine!!! I have a date with someone."

"That blue alien? Mega- Whatever... Okay! You are gonna do my work for today... though."

"You got it!"

But, the hell happened

The bell chimes through the campus... Students who were joking with each other gradually enter the lecture hall. Except for you, who sits in the corner sheepishly with your head down. Your phone vibrates.

"Hello, Roxie! I'm already in the hall, but it's still early." You put your hand over your mouth and keep your voice low.

"Thank you so much! Like I said, Professor Magnet's is very strict with attendance, but the teacher doesn't recognize all the students, so you can leave as soon as the register is done!"

"You said!!!"

"Thank you for doing this!! I will do all of the work this week!"

"It's fine... At least you have a proper date..."

"Hm!! Thank you!"

After hanging up, you let out a helpless sigh and look at the clock in front of the hall. There's still 5 minutes before 2 pm.

"Never mind, it's just a small favour Besides, I won't see that guy's face for a while."

Even though you were already in the hall, you still had to persuade yourself so that you'd feel less guilty about lying. Never thought you would be a student this way...

You took out your notebook while secretly observing your surroundings. Luckily, no one suspected this uninvited guest. The first page: you and Aventurine... that photo was taken by someone... That's the first time you and him wore fine clothes like that... Of course, it was a good memory... and this notebook was a gift from Ratio. He was always there for you and him....

Even, if he doesn't admit maybe he doesn't want idiots to be left alone.

There were only a dozen or so people scattered around the spacious lecture hall. You couldn't help but worried about whether you could sneak out later.

While thinking this, a familiar figure Wearing a blue suit and glasses with a briefcase in hand, Ratio walked straight to the podium. The moment he looked up, you quickly reacted and hurriedly buried your head behind the opened notebook. Before you could recover from the shock, Ratio's voice reached your ears.

"Good afternoon, I am your substitute teacher today. Professor John needs to take some time some time off due to health reasons, so he asked me to teach today's lesson for him...Let's see how many of you are intelligent."

The room was filled with a small round of applause. You moved the notebook away slightly to peek from between the students in front of you. One elegantly written word was written in chalk on the blackboard- Veritas Ratio

"So he's here as a substitute teacher, then maybe he. Won't do the register?" You couldn't help but murmured quietly.

"There are not many people in this class today. it's a bit of a waste of this lecture hall."

"Professor Ratio, if people knew you were teaching this class, there would be a queue at the door!" The jesting comment of the guy in the front seat was met with supportive laughter.

Ratio looked pissed off and raised his hand slight

The jesting comment of the guy in the front seat was met with supportive laughter.

"Today's lesson won't be hard, so you can relax and settle in."

Ratio was saying this, he turned around and walked toward the podium. Now is the time to run away!

You carefully stood up with back bent while keeping an eye on the front, preparing to sneak out quietly..

"However, there's one thing we need to do before today's lesson." Ratio suddenly looked back. You quickly sat down and created a noticeable amount of noise. Then you heard a faint laugh.

"Professor did specifically told me to take attendance. Now I seem to understand why.." Ratio pulled out the register from his notes and started to take attendance. His voice was well-paced like a flowing stream. it didn't seem to bother him even if there was no response after five names in a row.

"You can't explain how classes are important to idiots am I right?"

"Yes Doctor! You are the only one who speaks facts."

"Okay."

But you were on edge during the process. A second seemed like a year to you. At LAST.

"Roxanne Ritchi?"

You held you breath and gulped nervously. Your heartbeat seemed to be the only resounding noise in this quiet room.

"Is Miss Roxanne Ritchi here?"

You took a deep breath and waved with your left hand held high without lifting your head.

"Here." The air seemed to become stagnant for a moment. Ratio remained silent as if he was waiting. You slowly lowered your head and sighed, then you lifted your hand and gave him an awkward smile. Ratio raised his hand to push his glasses while quilting slightly. Moments later, he showed a knowing look.

"Since you're here, Miss Ritchi, why don't you keep your head up and enjoy the class?"

"..Yes sir.."

Meanwhile, a male student next to you suddenly titled his head and leaned over.

"Hey, are you here to sign in for someone else? So am I..."

"What? Uh.."

"I could tell right away this you aren't very experienced. When are you planning to sneak out?" You responded politely with a smile while catching Ratio's gaze with the corner of your eye. Before long, the register had been taken.

"My name is Yuji Itadori!"

"My name is y/n..." you smiled just when you were pondering whether you should find an opportunity to sneak out. Ratio directed his gaze at you again.

"Since there aren't many students here today, the students in the back can come sit in the front. Miss Roxanne Ritchi?"

Ratio gently lifted the corners of his mouth. Some glistening light slowed in the eyes behind the lenses, even his seemingly serious questions had a hint of a playful tone.

You looked at him in surprise without responding, hoping he could read the silent questioning and anger..

"Have a seat here.." Yet Ratio pointed to the seat in the middle of the second row as if he didn't see the struggles displayed on your face.

This man is so mean!!!

You pursed your lips and stood up with frustration. despite your fury, your body still obediently moved to the seat he assigned. The smile at the corner of Ratio's mouth spread, showing a look of satisfaction.

"Good. Let's get started. Please turn to page 7 in your textbooks. For those who didn't bring the books..Please take careful notes."

Ratio glanced at you as he spoke, then smiled while nodding his head..

Why the hell is he so calm today wtf..You reciprocated with a fake smile.

You exaggeratedly sat up straight, opened your notebook, and picked up your pen putting on a studious student look. Ratio remained calm and nodded, as if he was giving his approval, then turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

"Today. We will be looking at Electromagnetism."

He spoke as he flickered open his notes, then he tapped lightly on the microphone. His voice was projected through the speakers with subtle sound of electricity.

The way he took class was always interesting to you. Maybe you wanted to learn or maybe you just wanted to look at him always..

It's two-sided in your world anyways lol..(Whatchu looking at reader? I'm you and I know you might as be simping or just call him the best bro...either way-) What were you thinking again? You didn't know.

"Let's do a small experiment." Ratio smiled as he closed his notes, then he straightened his back and scanned around the room.

"I'll need a volunteer for this experiment. Miss Roxanne Ritchi. Would you do the honours?"

Ratio walked toward you with a smile in his eyes. Not being used to the name, you only responded after a delay and stood up in confusion.

"Sure. What is it Sir?"

"Relax. Just follow my lead. First of all, can you please tell the class that this is the first time we've met Miss Roxanne Ritchi?"

"Well. That's not true. I'd tried to attend your lectures several times, but i didn't manage because.." Because you weren't even a student. It's thanks to Roxie's id you're here...Ratio froze for a moment, then a smile promptly followed.

"In that case, it's my loss. I'll reserve a seat for you next time. Shall we begin?"

"Yes!!" Ratio moved closer while slightly leaning forward. his gaze wandered over you a few times before it settled on your shoulder. Then he let out a soft laugh and looked into your eyes.

"I like your cardigan because it looks soft and wind-proof. It suits you well."

"....." You didn't know how to respond, fiddling with your ear awkwardly and responded with 'Oh' in puzzlement. Ratio didn't seem surprised by your reaction. In fact, it seemed to be what he expected.

He took a small step back and opened his arms lightly in a presenting manner.

"Now it's your turn. What can you observe from me? You can respond with the same sentence structure." What kind of experiment is this..

Although you couldn't resist whining in your head, you still carefully surveyed Ratio.

"I like your...the way you teach. You call students idiots and it's mean and you want something to be solved by themselves. It's like a parent. The kid might be angry at the parent. But when it flies like the other birds..it will realize. That it needed a villain in its life to become a hero..That kind of people are you. You seem to annoy people so that.."

"I like the way you say. It seems messy but systematic. Also it reflects your character well. I believe you must be a diligent person."

Ratio took his turn with barely any hesitation and pointed to the notes spread out your desk.

"......That's the-" You stopped. Something you wanted to say..

"It's messy when I started trust someone.." You smiled sweetly and this time it wasn't fake..

"Good afternoon Sir!" A clear female voice coming from the entrance interrupted your sentence. A girl was at the door. A student? catching her breaths Her face immediately lit up when she saw Ratio.

"I'm sorry sir! I was late.."

"Have a seat there.."

"You can take your seat as well.."

Ratio gestured for you to sit down and returned to the podium.

"This experiment right now. Is something different some people are born to be smart in studies but some aren't but they are smart in analysis...through observations and analysis, we develop preliminary understanding of the person or a test subject or a object. The so-called insight isn't a one-sided observation, but a two-way contribution between the experimenter and the subject..."

"Is there such people like that?" A student's voice came out of nowhere...You knew Ratio was talking about you..At least some kind.

".....Yes, Many people call them a genius and yes it's true...Many people if they thought they outsmarted the person who 'they' believe is the victim. Are the ones who get victimised. To earn a sense of respect or if that kind of person starts to believe you.."

"They must be idiots like you say!" the same student replied

"They must..be thankful they have someone to trust. Some people always get betrayed it's not nature for them to be two-faced. Mind I remind not to speak when your professor is speaking? You are making yourself as the idiot here."

"Yes Sir!!" The student bowed his head and just kept silent.

"Each person has a different level of insight, just like some people have some people have stronger emotional perceptions than others. therefore, not only should we learn to observe, but we must also pay attention to the most mundane things around us. Our perception of the world is formed by us...So It's only nature for those people to be like that. So when they start to trust someone. They are learning to see the subtle beauty of the world. Give them a chance. You may find that the most brilliant colours are found in the most unexpected places." Ratio puts down the chalk, lightly dusted the chalk off his fingertips and turned to look at the clock on the wall.

"Perfect timing. That's the end of our lecture today. Thank you for giving me your precious 90 minutes and 20 seconds."

A few students nodded and they packed up and left the room. You deliberately packed up slowly and waited for all the students to leave the room. You walked to ratio and watched him packing up his notes on the podium.

"Ratio.." You pondered for a moment, then stood straight and gave him a small bow respectfully.

"Professor Ratio or Doctor Ratio! I shouldn't helped others to sign in, It won't happen again!" After you genuine apology? you were more relaxed and moved closer to him, staring at him with sad eyes and clasped hands.

"There's a reason for it..You see Roxie was having a lot of works at the IPC..I thought I can use this thing to get away from Aventurine to spend some time alone. I will talk to Roxie about it..This won't happen!"

Ratio put the last document into the briefcase and finally couldn't suppress his laugh. "Alright..I forgive you..Since class is over, This is Y/n in front of me now, right?" Ratio then leaned down toward you. His brows were arced into a handsome curve.

You heartbeat quickened, you then raised your hand to remove his glasses gently.

"Since the class is over, The Ratio in front of me can also relax more." You don't know if it was because you imitated his tone or gave a lame excuse. Ratio froze for a moment. There seemed to be some light glinting in his eyes.

"This is familiar.."

"You remembered!"

You couldn't resist chuckling, then returned the glasses to him, embarrassed.

"I do know we weren't at the best terms during that.."

"Yeah, I was scary right?!"

"Annoying and crazy. You didn't scare me. This room will be free for the rest of the day. I have another lecture in half an hour. If you don't mind would you like to sit here with me for a while?"

"Sure.."

"You seemed to smiling widely like a crazy woman ae you okay?"

"I think I'm sick...haha.."

"....." You both sat down face to face on two seats by the window, which made you feel like student even more.

"By the way, you took some notes during the lesson. Can I see them?" Ratio raised his eyebrows with the interest and extended his hand.

"What? You really wanna see..?"

Ratio nodded intently. you had no choice but to take out your notebook from your bag.

"Promise you won't get angry...You have seen my notes on my books before...My thoughts can be quite scatty.."

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Ratio's mouth. He took the notebook from your hands and started flicking through it carefully..

"You still kept the notebook I gave you. And.." He was reading very attentively, with his lips pursed into a thin line.

"Here, A misspelled word." Ratio suddenly looked up, handed the notebook to you while pointing at the notes. You stared at him blankly and took the notebook after some delay. Your cheeks flushed..

"H-hey...Look, I kind of wanted-"

"Really? Then You might have to redo this then.."

"Why?"

Ratio paused and held the side of the notebook. His fingertips gently flicked over a page. Your thumb that was pressed against the edge of the page followed his movements unconsciously. The thin pages rubbed between the fingers rustled steadily. Even the air seems to be delicately scented with ink.

Ratio's hand finally came to a halt. The corners of his mouth curved into a sly but handsome smile. He gazed at you with a hint of amusement. Under his fingertip was a tiny doodle. A scribbled cartoon face with glasses and a navy hair. "Can you tell me what this is?"

You turned your gaze from Ratio to the cartoon doodle he was pointing at. Your heartbeat fluttered unconsciously.

"This is..." You pretended to be calm, took the notebook from Ratio's hand, and held it next to his face, comparing him with the doodle. "It's you. Does it not look like you?"

"It seems that you like it." Ratio withdrew his hand and looked at you with a faint smile. This seemed to have happened many times, but it also seemed like the first time.

"....Haha, yeah kind of? This book has all my stuff. And this was a gift from you..." Ratio seemed stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, then he rested his elbows against the desk with his hands clasped, showing that you had his full attention. But an idea suddenly came across your mind, so you deliberately cleared your throat, copied his pose, and spoke mysteriously.

"I want to ask you something.."

"Go ahead...What would you like to ask..?"

"Be honest, You didn't pick me for the experiment because I spaced out, did you..?"

"What do you think?"

"I knew you did it on purpose!"

"That's not entirely true. It's mainly because I trust you. You're good at seeing the subtle things in this world, so I knew you'd be able to handle an easy experiment like this. Plus, I trust the support between us.

Ratio then lowered his arms and gave you a serious look without a hint of playfulness. "Are you happy with my answer?"

"Very much so!" You chuckled and continued..

Ratio remained his quiet gaze at you.

You continued "The ordinary day was tinged with delightful colors because of our extraordinary encounter...I like the afternoon we spent together..But out of all things I like about you...I like your eyes the most because I see you looking at me through them. I like the way you look at me.."

Ratio smiled and held your face in his hands.

"I knew you loved the attention you get from people."

"Haha-"

"What's wrong? Didn't wanted to spend time with that Gambler?"

".....Nothing. I was just scared to make a decision..I don't wanna be friend zoned again.."

"Give it a shot you never know.."

"..? you think so?"

Maybe..it won't be bad...

"Ratio..?"

"...?"

"Thank you for always being there for me..."

[alyswritings]

Ran Away

Request: hii ❤️ could i possibly request jj maybank x daughter! reader where no one has seen her in days and everyone is worried sick and she comes back late at night and at first he gets kind of mad but then she says his father beat her up and he takes care of her and goes after him? 🥹

JJ Maybank x daughter!reader

Summary: JJ snaps after learning why his daughter ran away.

Warnings: mentions of parental abuse, physical violence

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

"Why isn't she back?" JJ paces in the living room. "It's been four fucking days. What i-- what if she's dead?"

"JJ, she's not dead." Kie tries to comfort.

"How the fuck would we know that, though?" JJ questions. "We don't. Because she's not answering her phone and she doesn't have her location on, I haven't heard from her in four fucking days! Wh-- how did she just disappear?"

"Well, have... have you guys been fighting recently or anything? Anything that would make her wanna run away?" Sarah asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, you know, fights with you or friends? A boy? School troubles?" Pope asks.

"No. No, nothing. That... that I know of anyway." JJ says, scratching his head. "We haven't fought about anything. I mean, we have those teasing arguments, but-but we've been getting along and shit."

"Okay, well, least we know the problem isn't you." John B says.

"But what if it is? What if I-- what if I haven't been giving her enough attention or something? What if she thinks I don't love her or something?" JJ asks.

"JJ, your attention is split between four things -- your job, us, beer, and Y/N." Kie says. "And most of that goes to your daughter. She knows you love her."

"Look, we'll-- we'll go drive around, go to where she hangs out. See if we can find her again." Sarah says, getting up.

"Yeah." John B nods, getting up. "Man, we love her, too, okay? We'll do anything to help you find her."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." JJ mumbles, biting his nail. "Thank you, guys."

"Anytime. We'll split the places up. See if that helps." Pope says, Kie nodding in agreement.

"She's smart, she has at least some of your survival skills. She'll know what to and not to do." Kie says.

"We'll call you if we find her." Sarah says, gently squeezing her friend's arm.

"Well, if you find her, bring her back home so I can smother her in hugs and kisses and then kick her ass." JJ says, plopping down onto the couch.

"You got it." John B salutes him, the four leaving.

- - -

JJ is half asleep on his bed when he hears the front door shut. He jolts awake, looking around. He hears somebody walking around the house, but they don't say anything. JJ grabs the baseball bat that's by the bed.

JJ creeps out of the room and down the hall to the living room. He holds the bat up, ready to swing. He hears the freezer shut and then the person walks more.

JJ yells as he comes out of hiding with the bat, the person screaming, and cowering away, dropping whatever was in their hands. JJ's eyes focus on the person, recognizing her even in the dark.

"Y/N/N?" He asks.

"Hi." She quietly says.

"Oh, my God." JJ sighs, dropping the bat. "God, you scared the hell out of me."

"Yo-- you almost killed me." Y/N retorts.

"Well, don't go sneaking into your own house." JJ says. "Wait, wait, wait, no. Who the fuck cares about sneaking in. Where the fuck have you been for four days?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Y/N says, looking down.

"Well, too fucking bad, Y/N. You had me worried sick. You had your aunts and uncles worried sick. You left The Wreck mid-shift and you never went back. Do you know how terrifying that was?"

"Sorry." Y/N mumbles.

"Are you okay?" JJ asks, realizing that should've been his first question.

"Yeah. Ye-yeah, I'm fine." Y/N says, looking down, scratching the top of her head, her hair hiding her face from him.

"Y/N, I'm serious. Are you okay?" He asks again.

"Yes." She insists. "Look, can we-- can we talk about this in the morning?" Y/N asks.

"No. Because now that you're okay, I am going to ground you for eternity, Y/N!" JJ exclaims, his anger building back up. "You cannot just run away for days! Not answer your phone, not tell anybody! I thought you got kidnapped or-or were dead in some fucking ditch or halfway across the world after being sold in human trafficking or something!"

"Some bitch-ass kook could've gotten to you and you're not answering your phone, so I wouldn't know!"

"It died the other day." Y/N says.

"Which is another reason to come home! Seriously, Y/N, you have very little money, and you're the most common for some sicko to grab off the street and--"

"I'm sorry, okay?!" Y/N exclaims, letting a sob out. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to see."

"See what, Y/N?" JJ asks, his voice calmer, concern filling it, but still a bit angry.

Y/N sniffles, walking over to the wall, and she flips the light switch. She turns back to her dad, tucking her hair behind her ears, letting him see the bruises that cover her face, tears running down her face. She's still wearing the same clothes from four days ago, a cropped tank top and some shorts, the bruises on her legs, arms, stomach, chest, and neck visible as well. The injuries look bad enough now, he doesn't even want to imagine them fresh.

JJ feels his heart freeze at the state of his daughter. The anger in his eyes is quickly replaced by sadness as he physically feels his heart break. Tears gather in his eyes at her looking so broken, covered in bruises and crying.

JJ slowly walks over to her, hesitantly reaching up and carefully cupping her face. He inspects her injuries closer, rage bubbling up the longer he stares at her discolored skin.

"Who did this to you?" He quietly asks, a murderous look growing in his usually soft blue eyes.

"I... you, um... you-you don't wanna know." Y/N says, sniffling.

"Baby girl." JJ makes her look at him. He makes sure to not press on any of the bruises, knowing that'll hurt her more. "Who did this? Tell me. I'm your dad, I need to know." He states. Y/N stares at him, the worry and anger practically radiating off of him.

"Lu... Luke." She says, her voice so quiet JJ can't hear her clearly.

"What?" He asks.

Y/N glances up at him, returning her gaze to his chest so she doesn't have to see the look in his eyes when she breaks the news.

"Your dad." She says, but a little louder this time causing her voice to crack. She can feel JJ's grip on her loosen as he straightens up, shock coursing through him.

JJ's jaw drops slightly in surprise, his eyes widening at her answer.

"Wh-- where the hell were you that he could do this?" JJ asks.

"I... he-he ordered out from the-- The Wreck. I... I was the one delivering to go orders that day. I... I didn't think anything would happen, so I went there to just drop the food off and-and go, but he... he recognized me and he wouldn't let me leave and-- and I guess I did something to make him mad because he just started to-- to--"

Y/N cuts herself off as she sobs. Her shoulders harshly shake with her cries and JJ immediately pulls her into a tight hug.

"Shh, shh, shh." JJ coos, scratching her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Shh, princess. You didn't do anything wrong, baby." He assures. "You didn't do a thing. Not a single thing. He's a dick, it's not your fault." He comforts, resting his head on top of hers. His heart is broken, but yet it's so full of rage, he swears he could actually kill his father right now. Guilt forms in his stomach, feeling horrible that she had to be near his dad and go through that kind of thing, especially alone.

JJ continues to hold Y/N while she sobs into his chest. After a while, she pulls away a bit, but JJ keeps her close.

"I... I didn't come home because I-- I knew you would get angry and I didn't wanna make you angry and... and I know your dad isn't the easiest subject and--"

"Hey, hey, hey. I wouldn't have been mad at you." JJ says, his hand cupping the back of her neck.

"Not for... for going to take him the food? You're not mad I put myself in the situation? You always tell me to stay away from him. I knowingly went to him."

"Baby girl, no. No. Look, you were doing your job. Would I have preferred somebody else taking him his food? Fuck, yes. I'm not angry at you, though. I'm beyond pissed at him, but none of that anger is for you. Okay? I just-- God, I'm so happy you're alive." He sighs, pulling her back into a hug.

"You're safe now. You're safe. Nobody's gonna get you. I promise." JJ tells her.

- - -

After eventually managing to stop her tears, JJ helped Y/N ice some of the bruises. She took a much needed shower before going to JJ's room, refusing to be alone.

With JJ comforting her, Y/N managed to fall asleep quickly, especially given she hadn't slept much the past few days.

JJ lays in his bed, holding Y/N as close as he can, his mind racing with thoughts.

When she was born, JJ had promised himself he would make sure Luke never put a single hand on Y/N. Never touched one single strand of hair on her head. But he failed that. Fifteen years later and he broke his promise.

JJ was still living with his dad when Y/N was born which resulted in JJ spending every night at the chateau. He rarely went home, really only going when he needed something he left in his room. And he couldn't always leave Y/N back with one of his friends, so he'd have to take her sometimes.

He made sure to keep as much distance between his daughter and father as he could. He worked his ass off to make sure that Y/N would never have to live in that house -- ever. And she never did.

JJ was successful in keeping his daughter away from the horrors of his dad for most of her life, but one stupid shift at work and she's fallen victim of his abuse.

JJ's grip on Y/N tightens as he starts to cry, doing his best to muffle the sobs. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, leaving his mouth there as tears silently stream down his face. His eyes squeeze shut, hoping to contain the tears, but they just make them fall faster.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl." He quietly cries over his sleeping daughter. "I'm sorry. You were never supposed to get hurt. Not by him." He takes his best attempt at a deep breath, another sob escaping. "He was never supposed to touch you. I'm sorry." He kisses her head again a few more times.

JJ soon manages to get control of his tears, holding any remaining ones back, not wanting to risk waking Y/N up. He runs his hand over her head, trying to dry her hair of his tears. JJ presses a long kiss to her forehead, lingering for a few moments as he strokes her hair.

- - -

It's the next day and JJ made pancakes, Y/N eating as much as she could, not having gotten a lot of food over the past few days. She's quieter than usual, not her normal upbeat self.

JJ understands, but wishes that Luke wouldn't have dimmed her spark.

There's a knock on the front door followed by it opening and Y/N tenses up.

"It's okay." JJ quietly assures, noticing her reaction.

"Hey, yo!" They hear John B call out.

"Just your aunts and uncles." JJ says making Y/N relax. The four walk into the kitchen, all excited to see the teenager.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Kie says, hugging her. "Well... um... alive." She winces.

"Thanks." Y/N mumbles, smiling a little before accepting hugs from the other three.

They get settled, just talking with each other while the pogues eat some of the food.

"Okay, uh... I have to go and get some stuff from the store." JJ says.

"Well, we can go for you." Pope offers.

"Nah, no. No, I got it." JJ assures. "You good with them, baby?" He asks Y/N, brushing her hair behind her shoulder.

"Yeah. Can we play games and watch movies when you get back?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, whatever you want." JJ says. He kisses her on the forehead before grabbing his keys and going to the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, man." John B chases after him. "Hey." He stops JJ as he opens the door.

"What?" JJ asks.

"Look, I know where you're going." John B says.

"Man..." JJ shakes his head.

"I'm not trying to stop you. I get it. Just... just be careful. At least come back half alive for her sake." John B says.

"I will." JJ nods. He leaves, shutting the door behind him.

- - -

After speeding to his dad's house, JJ turns the car off, climbing out of it. He storms up to the house, slamming the door open.

"Hey! Hey, what business you got doing that?!" Luke shouts, getting up, and he notices his son. "What the fuck you doing here?"

JJ doesn't answer, just delivering a punch to Luke's face. Luke groans, stumbling back. JJ hits him a few more times before slamming him against the wall.

"You hurt my fucking kid!" JJ growls.

"What?" Luke asks.

"Y/N. You know, the innocent teenager who had to bring you food from The Wreck about a week ago."

"Oh, yeah. Your little bitch."

JJ punches Luke, kneeing him in the stomach.

"She's your fucking granddaughter! You're such a lowlife piece of shit, you beat your innocent granddaughter for no fucking reason?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"She had an attitude." Luke defends.

JJ punches Luke again. Going to hit him again, Luke gets the upper hand, punching JJ. Luke delivers a few more punches until JJ overpowers him, slamming his dad into the coffee table making it break. JJ kicks his father repeatedly in the abdomen.

"You hurt my fucking kid! It's bad enough you had me scared of you for years, but now you have her, and that's crossing the motherfucking line!" JJ screeches. "You ever lay another hand on my daughter again, and that'll be the last thing you ever fucking do!"

He kicks Luke again, storming out, leaving his beaten father behind.

- - -

JJ stopped by the store after going to Luke's and then returned home. He has a black eye and bruised cheek along with bloody knuckles. Hearing the door and rustling bags, Y/N quickly ditches her aunts and uncles to see her dad.

"Hey." Y/N softly greets, pulling on the sleeves of JJ's hoodie she's wearing.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" JJ asks, focusing on putting groceries up, mostly so Y/N can't see his face.

"Given everything." Y/N says, shrugging.

"Keeping the ice up?" He asks.

"Yeah. Uncle Pope and Aunt Kie are really strict about it." Y/N says.

"Yeah, they are the strict ones." JJ chuckles. He turns to get more groceries, Y/N's eyes widening at his bruises.

"What happened?" Y/N asks.

"Hmm?" JJ looks at her.

"You have bruises." She says, glancing at his hands. "And bloody knuckles."

"I-- baby, don't worry, I'm fine." JJ dismisses, putting more stuff up.

"You went to grandpa's house, didn't you?" Y/N asks.

"Do not call him "grandpa."" JJ orders, pointing a finger at her. "He doesn't deserve to be called that. Or "dad" for that matter."

"But you went there, right?" Y/N asks. JJ sighs, knowing he can't really lie to her.

"Okay, so-- so maybe I did." JJ says.

"Daddy..." Y/N frowns.

"Baby, I'm fine. Okay. I'm all right. Hell, you should see the other guy." JJ says, but Y/N doesn't any humor in it. He sighs, walking over to her and he cups her face. "I was not letting him get away with any of this. Trust me, he deserves what happened today and worse."

"I don't like when you fight." Y/N mumbles.

"I know. I'm sorry, baby. No more fights, I promise. Besides, if he has a single brain cell left, he'll know to stay away from you and me." JJ says.

"Aren't you hurt? Just... just by the fact that he does it? Or scared? Sad?" Y/N asks.

"I'm more bothered that he did it to you. Unlike you, I'm a little used to it." JJ says with a pained smile.

"That's really not funny." Y/N frowns.

"I know." JJ mumbles. "But let's just forget about it, okay? Let's go watch movies and play games like you wanted, hmm? Get our minds off all this."

"Okay." Y/N says, standing up, starting to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey." JJ gently pulls her back. "I'm okay. Really." He promises. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Y/N says, hugging him. JJ hugs her back, kissing her on the head.

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[alessiathepirate]

No Time To Die

FOXGLOVE: Lyutsifer Safin x fem!reader

Summary: Saying I love you wasn't anything new to them - they said it daily to the other. Saying it in another language on the other hand...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: the Russian I attempt to use, plus some very slight references to murder

•••

"Ya tebya lyublyu..." the words were quiet in the garden, no more than a whisper, even if the world around them was completely silent.

But still, Lyutsifer heard it.

The pronunciation of the words, the slowness and uncertainity in each syllable was so obvious - even strangers to the language itself would've noticed it. Safin did too.

He noticed it. He appreciated it much more because of it, and that was the reason why he stopped working with the plants.

He turned towards the voice, towards his lover, who stood there with a stiff posture. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink as he read the embarrassment and shyness off her face.

They seemed so different, the kind of people who would never in a million years could be imagined as a couple. But they were one, a very loyal and loving one. Even if his posture was serious and confident next to hers, even if she seemed too simple next to his complexity.

"Say that again-- please."

Her shoulders slightly fell forward as she hugged herself with her arms, her whole being screaming from anxiety.

"I'm sorry if I didn't say it right, I just wanted to-"

"No." his voice was soft as always, but with her it lost the kind of monotone seriousness he was known for - with her he didn't have to impress anybody, she was already his. "Please, say that again darling. I'd like to hear it again."

"Ya tebya lyublyu." the 'ly' sounded too dry and the 'u' too soft, but to Safin it was perfect. It sounded like perfection and she looked like it too, the most honest and alive thing in the garden and possibly on the island.

"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu." he said as he examined her face, wanting to know if she understands it or not.

She did. He saw it on her face as it lit up.

"Did I say it right?" she asked as he looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she quietly appreciated the beauty of his whole being.

"Yes, you did." Safin answered. "It was perfect."

She nodded, shyly understanding, because Lyutsifer never lies. He always tells the truth, no matter how he dresses it to make it sound prettier or how he uses a monotone undertone so it sounds like a fact.

He never once lied to her.

She can't lie to him either.

"I learned something else." she started, a slight confidence showing in her voice. "Ty krasivyy."

She waited patiently for his features to change, so she'll know he had time to take in and understand the meaning of her words.

Safin is, however, very hard to read. He is an open book most of the time, he doesn't hide anything at all, but still - that's the reason why he's so hard to read. The most honest man on Earth, yet he's the hardest to understand and solve.

A smile slowly formed on his face, a small one, the kind Safin's capable to do. It was simple, but it still made her heart beat faster than ever.

"I have seen many beautiful flowers on this island, yet you are the prettiest of them all." he complimented too and she felt her cheeks darken.

"I still like to listen to you talk about them." she explained.

"I can, anytime you want me to." Safin stepped closer, his arms still having a slow and serious movement as he gently touched her face, his thumbs drawing invisible circles into her skin.

He looked at her like she's the best thing on Earth.

He was still himself, he was always himself, yet he was much more honest around her. He showed her his emotional side - even if it wasn't the strongest part of him.

"Can you please tell me about the Foxglove again?"

"Of course, zolotse." the Russian came so easily from him, yet it was so sudden that she felt her heart flutter.

It must've been a nickname, she thought.

Nicknames from him were special, always special even if it was an everyday occurance. But hearing something like that in another language, in his, from a part of him, felt much sweeter, like an unexpected gift on a regular day.

As they slightly leaned over the purple flower, so beautiful yet so deadly, she examined his features, the way the light met his scarred skin. For a moment she thought about how no way on Earth could she imagine someone more perfect or lovely. Safin would say something to that, if she said that out loud. Something about how she feels about a killer that way, how she always sleep next to one with complete blind trust. She'd answer, to try to get her point through - Safin is one handsome killer. A very clever one too.

"I'd like to learn more." she spoke up suddenly. "In your language, about the flowers too."

A new kind of softness ran through his eyes for a second, but it disappeared just as quickly. He stretched his arm out towards her, letting her grab onto it gently as he slowly lead her out of the garden.

"If you'd like that, than it can be arranged..."

[river-muse]

How do you think the DMC crew handles dancing?

Hello Prototype! I forgot to answer this ask yesterday because I received it in the middle of playing in my Starfinder campaign, so I'm answering this right as I wake up instead xD

Hmm. I could go the easy route and say "I can use the EX Provocations in DMC5 as my main evidence" but something about that feels almost like I'm chickening out of a challenge. So time for me to dig into my brain and see what comes to mind! (I might not hit the mark for what you're looking for but this was fun.)

Dante's shown very much throughout the series he can be a showoff if he feels like it- especially when claiming and testing out new Devil Arms. That man can definitely dance and will if he so feels like it (though it's questionable how modern his dance moves are even if Patty's tried to teach him some). I won't say you'll be catching him at the club anytime soon for his own entertainment, but when the mood strikes him he'll dance. It's just a shame more often than not that his audience ends up being demons who're about to get their asses kicked.

Vergil. You know, it would be so simple but so dismissive of him as a character to just be like "he doesn't dance." Instead imagine if he DOES know how to dance(probably the basics of a few styles from observation but mostly self-taught), maybe even better than Dante can. Yet- he thinks he's cringe as hell about it. So he sometimes dances when alone and Sparda help anyone who stumbles in on that. He'd probably tell them not to say anything then won't talk for a day or so not because he's pissed but because he's embarrassed.

Lady probably had taken dance lessons when she was younger. Most likely something like ballet. She seems like the type who would have been neutral about it- but definitely happy to quit the moment she had the chance. The basics of those lessons helped serve as a good foundation for her later demon hunting job. It's not uncommon in real life either for athletes of all kinds taking ballet to help their own profession, so it's not too far off to think the same could apply for Lady's own skills. I think she still does warm-ups when she has time to help maintain her body. Since she classifies her physical health as part of her work she doesn't care if anyone sees. She doesn't dance much anymore- but sometimes she thinks about trying it again.

Nero's not a fan of dancing in public(in this context places not overrun by demons) or around strangers. He'll jam to a good beat if it catches his attention. Nod his head to it a little or even headbang if the music's appropriate. In private? I think he enjoys dancing. Especially if sweeping Kyrie into his arms for a bit can get her laughing after either of them have had a rough day. He doesn't mind if Nico or anyone else from the Devil May Cry crew sees them. Though if Julio jokingly yells "ew" as loud as he can again then the little troublemaker's going to have a stern talking to.

Trish likes dancing. Not around or with anyone she knows, though Lady is an exception to that. She's probably tried a few styles out over the years and hasn't found a favorite yet to stick with for the long haul. If she ever asks Lady to join her either in private or at a club it's constant excuses as to why Lady won't dance with her- but the way Lady watches her is borderline envious.

Nico will swear up and down that she won't dance for no one, but the moment she gets one too many beers in her during downtime I think she loses that fight before it even starts. Put on one of her favorite songs and soon enough someone has to drag her ass back into her seat so she doesn't end up climbing onto the table. If called out about it later she'll defend herself- but won't deny that she did in fact end up dancing.

BONUS ROUND - Propaganda Edition

Patty absolutely loves dancing, and jumps at any chance to try out something new. Especially if it requires a dance partner so she can bug Dante to help her practice when he's lazing around the shop (he won't help unless she bribes him with strawberry sundaes or a good pizza). She'll say to his face that he has two left feet and a dance bar would be better than him even on a good day- but she knows he's just trying to wiggle his way out of their deal the moment he gets a chance.

[doodle17]

Teen Raz and Lili designs aw yeah baby

I was watching an interview with Nikki Rapp on YouTube because she's the best and I love her, and she actually talked about Raz and Lili a lot (yippeeee) and she talked about how interesting their dynamic is, and how it would develop as they got older, when their teenagers, etc. AUGH isn't she just the BEST

But yeah, that made me want to draw some teen designs for these two

I like to think Raz at this point is an absolute polite and sweet little fella. When the adults are around at least. Once they leave he's a menace :) saying stuff like: "Okie Dokie! I promise we'll be on our bestest behavior!" And then turns around, illuminated by dramatic light, "Alright, which one of you mother fuckers is getting their ass beat for stealing my Psi-cards"

He's tall as hell now, so everyone asks him to grab stuff from shelves for them. He's also tried to cut his own hair because he had "a vision of what it looks like and I can't find a picture for it" and that's why it looks so choppy. He'll definitely let Ford fix it up for him in the future

Lili is probably just as much if a menace as Raz is, if not more. She's besties with her dad, now her mom is her enemy. Absolutely convinced she's goth and evil, but anytime she catches you making fun of MLP she'll beat the shit out of you.

She has a lot of drawings on her upper thighs from when she gets bored, and since she hangs out with her uncle (moms side) and he runs a small tattoo place, she likes doodling on her friends arms and legs too.

Raz is super awkward and clumsy because he's not used to how he's pretty much getting an inch taller almost everyday, so I like to imagine whenever he and Lili play fight he accidentally just-

He gets his ass burned later

[deeptrashwitch]

Wiiiiiiiiiitch! Question! If Alicia met with Kanoa and Tiala's family! And she already met their older brother, named Sami.

And if she saw Sami was arguing with Kanoa as he was putting that blame on him again. And punched Kanoa. What is her reaction? What would she do?

Because remember, Sami and Kanoa wasn't in a good terms after Tiala was kidnapped. And Sami had put the blame on Kanoa for losing their sister. So Sami is still holding that grudge on him!

So what would Alicia do to see Kanoa got punched by his older brother?

Tarooooooo!! Ohhh, drama, drama, lovely drama >:3 thanks for sending this in 💖💖

Alright, I guess Alicia would be speaking with Tiala, maybe just passing the time together until they hear the argument. They'll go to see, and Alicia just stays in silence for a while, hearing what the conmotion is about. But! The second Sami punches Kanoa, Alicia is going full rage.

"Tia, I know this is a family matter. So, forgive me for stepping in." She says before going to where Sami was still arguing with Kanoa, while Noa just holds the place of the punch.

Alicia puts herself in the middle as a shield for Kanoa, frowning at Sami in silence. If Sami tries to reach for Kanoa while pushing her aside, she'll pushing him away and square up ready to fight. I'm pretty sure Sami would be glaring at Alicia and viceversa.

"Get away from Kanoa." Alicia hisses furiously.

"This isn't your problem, Marchant. This is between my brother and I." Sami says, dead-serious.

"Maybe not, but you just punched my best friend. And hell if I'll let you do it."

They just glare at each other for a while, Alicia absolutely ready to pounce at Sami's throat if he tries something. He just scoffs and leans near to her face with a scowl.

"You don't know about what we argue, you have no word in this."

"I heard it was about Tiala, am I wrong?"

Sami stays in silence for a second. "Yes, now get lost, this is his problem."

"Make me."

"What?"

"I said, make me." Alicia said, still holding Sami's glare.

Sami grabs her by the shirt, furious. "I'll beat the shit out of you to make you go away if I have to."

Alicia just grabs his shirt as well while frowning. "Bring it on."

Then Tiala intervened, also dead-serious. "Sami, Licia, that's enough."

They both looked at Tiala before glaring at each other again, letting go of their shirts. Sami goes away fuming, followed by Tiala, who's nagging him angrily. While Alicia turns to look at Kanoa...just to poke at his bruise.

"No. Stop it." Kanoa says, smacking away her hand. Then she does it again. "I said stop."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll stop. Is it bad?" She says with a sigh, fixing her shirt.

"What of everything?"

"The bruise."

"Not really, Sami just caught me off guard." Kanoa says, shaking his head. "Also, sorry about him, he gets pretty angry anytime Tiala's kidnapping comes to topic. I bet he wouldn't have really punched you...I think."

"Nah, I'm sorry for stepping in. Also...sorry, I was absolutely ready to fight your brother." Alicia admitted with a shameful chuckle.

"Yeah, I noticed it. But...thanks for stepping up in my defense. Even if I deserve the punch."

Alicia just smacked him on the back of the head. "Listen, I don't know the whole context about what happened and it's not my place to ask. But you don't deserve your brother punching you, okay? No matter what."

"...You wouldn't say that if you knew the whole thing." He murmured, with a hand over the place she just smacked.

"I doubt so. But anyway, let's get some ice for you." Alicia said with a shrug. "We wouldn't want your pretty face to get a nasty bruise, would we now?"

Kanoa chuckled and leaned against her dramatically. "What a considerate friend I have! Worrying over my face being injured, oh dear!"

Then they erupted in laughter while Kanoa grabbed Alicia and dragged her with a hum.

"Why do you always drag me like if I was a log?" Alicia asked.

"Why do you always carry me like a potato sack?" Kanoa asked back, chuckling.

"Touchè."