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chester and norris potentially communicating through case files will be the death of me i fear.

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Hello, how are you? Can I ask for headcanons? What if damian wayne /or al ghul/ cheated on the reader with someone else and the reader found out and broke up with damian, how would damian react? Would he regret it? Would he be sad? Would he try to get the reader back? When the reader finds out about it, she breaks up with him quietly, I mean, she doesn't even have a break-up talk with Damian, because she doesn't think it's worth it for someone to take her down. So the reader just disappears and stops communicating completely. So she can't handle the deception, so she goes on with her life without caring. What's Damian's reaction? Have a nice day 🩶🤌👍

Cheater!Damian Wayne x Reader Headcanons

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Damian isn't the type to cheat on the person he's in a relationship with so if he does it's likely that he was forced to, he was desperate for something your relationship was lacking on an extreme level, or it never actually happened and someone is lying to you. Damian wouldn't want you to find out no matter what if he does cheat, so your first hint at what he did would be how often he's starting to keep secrets or acting differently around you.

Damian might not regret it instantly but he would feel shameful about his actions since he's so used to having self control and condemning how people behave in toxic relationships. He would only start to express his regret outright once he's realised that you've caught onto what he's done.

If you caught him in the act then he would be completely stunned and wouldn't know exactly what to do. He would become defensive but would know that lying at this point is hopeless so he may just try to make you hear him out before you leave if he can.

When you instantly leave him it finally hit him how bad his actions were, and this causes him to spiral in a way. He becomes extremely aggressive towards everyone around him and many others start to distance themselves from him due to his actions. His entire life has flipped and he doesn't exactly know how to take his actions back or fix the consequences he caused.

He would try his best to reach out to you and apologise if he can, or at least have a conversation with you about what he did, but if you aren't allowing him to confront you in any way then he will try harder each time you manage to avoid him. This would go on for a long time until someone else finally steps in and forces him to leave you alone.

He would try his best to get you back, and would give anything just for you to forgive him in any way, but he knows that it would likely never happen. He always thinks about you in the future, and looks back as to how good you were for him until he decided to ruin everything for no good reason.

In the long-term, Damian would realise that his life could never go back to normal now that everyone knows what he did and how he ruined something perfect. He wants to fix things, but he only becomes more closed off and hostile as he continues to go on without you.

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The Case of the Reluctant Bridegroom

1077 words / Prompt: Awkward

John Watson is not a mystery. 

Thirty seconds after he comes through the door, Sherlock knows that he’s not been sleeping well, probably because he’s drinking every night, thinking that will put him out. Mary has a cat which needs to be groomed so it won’t leave hair all over John’s trousers. She’s not a fastidious housekeeper. John’s shoes tell him this: they’re still wearing last night’s mud. She didn’t mind him wearing them into the house, and he was too absent-minded to notice he’d left them on. And he’s lost almost half a stone since Sherlock returned. A happy husband-to-be doesn’t lose weight. Mary might be an awful cook, but John has never been picky about what he eats. 

Absent-minded, not sleeping, weight loss, drinking more than he used to. John is troubled, and Sherlock would like to know why. 

Naturally, he can’t ask. They’ve never done that kind of probing, not since Sherlock deduced his cane and his phone and his haircut. They hadn’t even been introduced at that point, and Sherlock could see who he really was.

The man standing at the door is easily deduced, but none of those deductions explain what’s wrong. Any questions he asks will be awkwardly deflected.

The night Sherlock returned from the dead, John hit him. That’s something he certainly should have seen coming. John is a devoted man, and didn’t like having his devotion (his grief) mocked. 

Sherlock understands that, and regrets it deeply. His adventures in Serbia left him below par, or he wouldn’t have barged into that restaurant, thinking they would have a good laugh about his funeral. 

He understands the John who poured his heart out in the railway car, thinking they were going to die. And the John who was ready to kill him when he realised Sherlock had found the switch. He even understands why John didn’t hit him and walk away again, why he just shook his head when Sherlock said, killing me— that’s so two years ago. 

And this is the knot Sherlock must unwind: John blames himself. Everyone else has accepted Sherlock’s return, gotten past it, and moved on. It’s too long to be holding a grudge, John thinks, so he forgave Sherlock. But he’s troubled.

What does a man like John do with feelings? In that, he’s not so different from Sherlock. He declares them unimportant, non-existent, and pretends all is well. 

“Anything on?” John asks. 

Sherlock shakes his head. “Sorry, no. Dull as ditches. But I’m glad you’re here.”

John raises his eyebrows, frowns sceptically at his old chair. “Right. I suppose we haven’t seen much of each other. Sorry about that. Flu season, you know.”

“Of course. You’re well, though? And Mary?”

John blinks. He still hasn’t sat down. “Yeah. We’re fine. No problems.”

“I’ll make tea,” he says, “unless you’d like something stronger.”

“What’ve you got?”

He remembers the last time he opened the refrigerator. Better not do that while John’s here. “No beer. A half a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black.”

He pours them each a couple fingers, and watches as John settles into his chair. Settles is the wrong word. He ought to look familiar and comfortable sitting there, across from Sherlock. But he looks uneasy, like a man who is doing something that embarrasses him. 

What would embarrass John Watson? He’s an honourable man. He feels honour-bound to forgive Sherlock, but he’s still angry. He’s ashamed of his grief, of his anger. Sherlock was brilliant, as always, fooling everyone into thinking he was dead. Making a fool of John.

Sherlock has apologised. He did that as soon as he realised that John wasn’t just shocked, he was angry. Tricking John into forgiving him was more than a bit not good— but he knew that there had to be some way to get them beyond what neither of them could say. Talking wasn’t something they did; in their case it was useless. They just needed to get to the part where they were chasing criminals again. Back to before.

John refills his glass. Neither of them has thought of anything to say. He can see John’s eyes losing focus. 

“How are things—“ He breaks off, realising they’ve already covered non-specific pleasantries. “The wedding, I mean. The—“ he waves a hand vaguely, “the plans. I suppose there’s a lot to… erm… plan.”

“Mary’s got it all under control. I’m not sure why it takes nearly a year to plan something that’s twenty minutes of church, and then dinner.” John smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He truly has the most expressive face, but he’s guarded now, uncertain. Troubled. 

“Well, if there’s anything I can do,” Sherlock begins. Again, he waves a hand vaguely.

“You?” John is smiling, but it’s an incredulous smile. “Plan a wedding?”

“I have a very organised mind.”

“And no tolerance for tedium,” John adds. 

“I’ll just… well, let me know if you need to escape. I’ll come up with a case.”

They lapse into silence again, and Sherlock imagines that it’s a slightly more comfortable silence. Not quite like 2010, but fine, in a different way from before. He remembers the silent breakfasts, both of them too sleepy after a late night to say much. Tea, toast, and John half-awake, his hair rumpled…

It’s too bad that a person can’t know in the moment when their lives are perfect.  That’s the tragedy of time, how perspective changes and we don’t realise we’re happy until we’re not. 

The two years he was gone barely seemed like two months. There were nights when he dreamed of Baker Street, wished for John’s company. On the whole, though, he was too busy surviving to think about how long it’d been. Not until he saw John’s picture, the horrible moustache, did it begin to sink in how long it had been. In the mind of John Watson, it must have seemed an eternity.

“I should go.” John stands and walks into the kitchen. Sherlock hears him rinse his glass and place it back in the cupboard. The bottle is empty, and Sherlock still hasn’t finished his first glass.

John stands at the door, looking at him for a moment, then nods and heads out. His feet are slightly unsteady on the stairs, Sherlock thinks. The front door shuts, and he’s alone.

In his mind, he’s opening a new file: The Case of the Reluctant Bridegroom. As always, his mind is already turning over solutions.

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Maybe this one needs a sequel?

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Burn Forever : Chapter One - Hope

She looks at herself in the mirror for a moment before she turns around, entirely overwhelmed by how her day had started in comparison to how it had ended. How she’d gone from waking up next to a man who she’d fallen out of love with several months ago to standing in the bathroom of the man she’d loved for years.

It's been months since they've spoken, but when Emily calls him, Aaron answers, and they spend December together as she picks up the pieces of her life.

A Young Hotchniss AU

Chapter 1/4

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Hi besties,

Today makes it four years since I started writing for Hotchniss!! It's been almost 2.5 million words, 388 fics and a whole lot of feels. I will be forever grateful that I found this little corner of the internet and the lifelong friends I have made here.

Thank you for reading all my fics. For leaving comments and likes and kudos. I love these two idiots and your love for them too always spurs me on.

To mark the occasion, I've decided to write the most Vic fic possible. It's young hotchniss, it's an AU, its full of angst and feels and, because my first ever fic was at Christmas, it's also a Christmas fic.

I really hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think - AU's are always anxiety inducing!! And this fic is already special to me.

Please note the tags before you read.

As always, please let me know what you think <3

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Words: 7.5k (I'm not sure every chapter will be this long but I'm not making any promises they won't be haha)

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Drip. 

Drip. 

She focuses on the dripping faucet, the sound of the water hitting the porcelain a distraction from the pain she is in. The repetitive noise something she can think about rather than where she is - a side room in an ER - and what had led her here. She winces as she tries to move, her hand flying to her aching, fractured, ribs. Bruises she couldn’t bear to look at when the doctor looked her over, her touch much gentler than the hands that had caused them, scattered across her chest and abdomen - an intricate pattern left behind by a man who claimed to love her because she dared to try to leave him. 

Drip. 

Drip.

She wished she’d never met Ian Doyle. If she could go back in time, if she could stop herself from going to the bar where she’d met him almost two years ago she would. She’s sure she wouldn’t have listened even if she could go back, her decision making at the time fuelled by a broken heart and the desire to feel something, anything, other than the pain of watching the person she loved be with someone else. 

Ian was different when they met. He was charming and enamoured with her, and over a decade older than her - ticking the box of being someone her mother would disapprove of which was never a bad thing in her mind. Looking back on it, she could see how she’d fallen into his carefully laid trap. How he’d seen this 22-year-old who was lost and vulnerable and how he made himself exactly what she thought she needed. Bit by bit, brick by brick, the carefully constructed facade he’d built for her started to crack. The real him slowly revealed each time he yelled at her until she did what he asked of her, or each time he came close to hitting her, his fists curled at his side as she tried to figure out what she’d done wrong. 

The first time he did hit her six months ago, the sharp burn of his palm still stinging on her cheek as he apologised, she’d lost almost everyone except for him. All of her friendships had slipped away, her mother had stopped calling, and she felt entirely trapped. She’d tried to leave more than once but always lost her nerve because she knew he’d find her, that he’d make her life miserable no matter what. 

Her breaking point was when she found him fucking someone else in their bed. He wasn’t embarrassed by it. Didn’t jump up and beg for forgiveness as he called himself stupid and tried to assure her it was just one time. He just didn’t care, and that was all she needed for her to decide enough was enough - he didn’t love her. He didn’t care about her. He just wanted her like she was a possession, a prize to be won and put on display, and she just couldn’t do it anymore. 

She packed a bag as the woman he was with, Chloe, left. She hadn’t looked apologetic either, as if she’d known about Emily’s existence, and despite everything Emily wanted to warn her. To tell her to run in the other direction because Ian would never bring her anything other than pain and destruction, that he’d chip away enough of her until she didn’t recognise herself when she looked in the mirror. 

“Miss Prentiss?” 

Emily jumps when the door opens, her shoulders immediately tight as the doctor, Doctor Lewis, who treated her earlier walks in, “Sorry,” Emily breathes out, her voice rough as she tries to force herself to calm down, her throat sore as she swallows thickly, “I…sorry, Doctor Lewis.” 

“No need to apologise,” Doctor Lewis assures her, the smile on her face so kind, so full of empathy, that it drives Emily crazy, “I should have knocked first. And I told you, you can call me Tara.” 

“Right. Tara,” Emily wraps her arms around herself, ignoring the ache in her ribs as she presses her arms against them, desperate to feel anything other than the shame she felt for being in this situation, no matter how much she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, “Am I free to go?” 

Doctor Lewis sits on the edge of the gurney Emily is curled up on, “Nothing is broken, and your blood tests don’t bring up any red flags that indicate internal bleeding. I’d still feel more comfortable if we could admit you overnight,” she says, her eyes drifting to her neck, causing Emily to press her hand against her skin to cover the fingerprints bruises tattooed there, “Given some of your injuries.” 

She shakes her head, grimacing when it makes the pain there throb, “No, I…” she trips over the admittance that she wants to go home, because she knows she can’t, “I’ll be okay.” 

Doctor Lewis sighs and nods, “Okay, I’ll make sure you get a script for some painkillers. But I can only discharge you if you have someone who can keep an eye on you. Is there anyone you can call?”

She laughs bitterly, because there was no one. Ian had made sure of that, had dissolved each of her relationships one by one until she only had him left. 

Only one person comes to mind. She hadn’t spoken to him in months, had cut the one remaining thread to a person she had outside her relationship because Ian had threatened to hurt him. She couldn’t bear the thought of it even now - sure that if Ian found out he’d helped her that she’d put him directly in the firing line she’d sacrificed their friendship to help him avoid - but she had no choice.

Aaron was the only person she knew would answer whenever she called. 

“Yeah,” she says, smiling tightly, ignoring the pull at the split in her lip as she digs her cell phone out of her pocket, “I have someone I can call.”

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It had been five months, three weeks and four days since he’d heard from her. 

It was the longest since they’d gone without speaking since they’d met, since he’d found an unlikely friend in the college freshman who moved into the apartment across. He’d been in his second year of law school and relatively new to the building himself after a breakup. At first, he and Emily had simply been polite to each other - something he had since learned she excelled in. Small talk the first of many languages she’d learnt. They would exchange pleasantries about the weather, or how the windows in his apartment didn’t keep the chill out, but slowly things evolved. One morning, when they happened to bump into each other in the local coffee shop, he bought her a cup of tea because she’d forgotten her wallet. In return, in a gesture that far outweighed his in a way he learned was classic of her, she bought him a cashmere blanket. He still remembered her smile as she handed it over, how it was somehow softer than the material of the blanket he still had, as she explained it would keep him warm even if the windows in his apartment didn’t. They became friends after that. He’d invite her over for dinner so they could study together, and she’d tell him tales of her childhood - the fact she was an ambassador's daughter answering his unasked question of how she could afford to live independently in her first year of college. 

Even when she moved out a couple of years later to a nicer place, their friendship only grew deeper. She helped him study for his exams when he took the bar, her intelligence only adding to her obvious beauty that he’d tried to ignore from the start, and somewhere along the way, he’d started to fall in love with her. He knew it was only one-sided, that she only saw him as a friend - a friend that was six years older than her - so he did his best to accept it, to be the friend she so clearly needed and had found in him. 

He’d always told himself he’d rather be her friend than not in her life at all. 

When Haley came back into his life, his high school sweetheart who’d broken up with him after his first year in law school, and asked for another chance he said yes. He’d never stopped loving her, had missed her ever since he’d last seen her, and he knew he had to move on from misspent hope that Emily would feel for him what he felt for her. Shortly after that, Emily met Ian. A man who Aaron didn’t like from the start, not just because of the jealousy he did his best to ignore, but because he’d met men like him before. 

He’d been raised by a man like him. 

As time went on, as Emily shrunk into a version of her that he’d never met before, one he’d only seen flashes of on the rare occasions he’d met her mother, he did his best to help her out of it. To make it clear that he was there and he would do whatever she needed - but he knew from his own experiences he couldn’t force her to do anything, and that it would only drive her away if he tried. 

The last time he’d seen her, just a few days before she’d called him to say he needed to leave her alone, she’d been wearing a thick sweater in the middle of summer. He’d watched his mother do the same thing his whole life, had listened as she pretended to be cold even though there was sweat on her temple, and rage that felt nothing short of genetic burned in his blood in a way it never had before. He’d shaken it off, tried to separate her from Ian and talk to her, but he’d never had a chance, the older man's eyes fixed on the two of them every time they tried to speak. 

Even though it had been close to six months, when she called him he’d frozen for a second, a mix of shock and concern rolling in his gut because he knew there was only one reason she’d be calling. The ringtone he’d set specifically to her number, so he’d know it was her no matter where he was, loud and jarring in his empty apartment as he looked at a framed picture he had of the two of them on the wall. When he answered only seconds later, her voice rough and shaking as she asked him to come and meet her at the hospital, he didn’t have to think twice before he picked up his keys and left his apartment. When he arrives, he barely remembers a moment of the drive, and knows he couldn’t describe a moment of it if he were asked, he all but runs into the emergency room. 

“I’m here to see Emily Prentiss,” he says the moment he has a nurse's attention, his eyes flicking to the name Jennifer on the badge pinned to her scrubs, “I got a call.”

Jennifer smiles politely at him, something he sees through immediately, “Do you have ID?” 

He clears his throat and nods as he fumbles with his FBI badge in a way he never had before, his desperation to see Emily, to know she was okay, overtaking his usual coordination, “Here.” 

Jennifer takes it and raises her eyebrow as she looks at him, “She’s already spoken to the police.” 

It makes his breath catch in his chest, her defensiveness and her mention of the police only confirming what he already thought had happened, “I’m not here as an agent, I’m her friend.” 

“Aaron Hotchner?” 

He turns at the sound of his name and nods at the woman standing behind him, “Yes?” 

“I’m Doctor Lewis, I’m the one who is treating your friend,” she says, smiling past him for a moment, “I’ll take him through JJ.” 

Jennifer nods, her smile more genuine now when Aaron turns to look at her, “Sorry, I had to make sure you were who you said you were.” 

He nods, “I understand. Thank you,” he turns and walks in pace with Doctor Lewis as they head down a hallway, “Is she okay? She wouldn’t tell me anything over the phone.” 

“I can’t tell you anything specifically,” she replies, her lips pressed together as they stop, her gaze drifting down to the badge on his belt, “You’re an FBI agent?” 

“Yes,” he replies, “But I’m not here to interview her-”

“No,” Doctor Lewis says, holding her hand up, “I know that, I just…I’d prepare yourself before you see her,” she says, her hands clasped in front of her, “People in her situation don’t need reminding of what’s happened to them if someone winces every time they look at them.” 

He feels his shoulders get tighter, familiar anger for Ian burning in his chest as he paints a picture he isn’t sure he wants to see. He clears his throat and tries to loosen his shoulders, not wanting Emily to see any of the tension in them when they finally see each other, “I’ve seen a fair amount of things on the job. Before I was an agent I was a lawyer.” 

“I’m sure you have, but it’s different when it’s someone you care about,” Doctor Lewis says, “She’s free to go whenever you’re ready.” 

“Thank you,” he says as she walks away, and he gives himself a moment to centre himself, blowing out a slow breath before he knocks on the door in front of him. 

“Come in.”

He opens the door as quietly as he can and steps around it. He’s grateful for the doctor’s warning, because despite it he finds himself frozen on the spot, his hand still tight around the door handle as he looks her up and down, the room quiet apart from a persistent drip in the corner. The faucet attached to the basin intended for doctors to wash their hands after each patient leaking, each drop of water against the porcelain emphasising the injuries that confirm everything he’d been hoping wasn’t true. 

Drip. 

A black eye. 

Drip. 

A split lip. 

Drip. 

A bruised cheek. 

Drip. 

A bruise in the shape of a handprint on her throat, fingerprints tattooed on delicate skin overlaid with scratches he assumes are from her own fingernails. 

Drip. 

The anger he’d felt earlier comes back with a vengeance, his grip on the door handle tightening as he thinks about finding the man who’d done this to her and making sure he never hurt her again. Most of his anger turns inward as he berates himself for not getting her out of this situation sooner, for not being able to stop what he’d seen coming like a freight train. 

“Hi,” she chokes out, drawing his attention back to her, her eyes fixed on the ground as she avoids eye contact.

“Hi,” he replies, finally stepping into the room and letting the door close behind him, his heart seizing in his chest when she flinches as it clicks shut, “Sorry.” 

She laughs humourlessly, “I think I’m the one who owes you an apology,” she says, wiping a tear from her cheek as she shakes her head at herself, “I’m sorry I had to call. They wouldn’t let me leave if I didn’t call someone.” 

“Why did you call me?” He asks, his curiosity peaked as he steps closer, making sure to keep his distance so he doesn’t overstep.

“You were the only person I was sure would answer,” she says, finally looking up at him, the whites of her eyes bloodshot, burst blood vessels painting a picture that she didn’t have to, “Are you going to say I told you so?” 

He chokes on a sound he can’t name, the vitriol in her voice not something he’d ever heard aimed at him before, “Em…you know I wouldn’t do that.” 

“No,” she clears her throat, shaking her head again, “You wouldn’t. I’m sorry. It’s…it’s been a long day.” 

He nods, waving off her apology, not wanting to hear it. The room is thick with tension, an awkwardness that had never existed between them even when they were strangers, and he hates it. Hates that it’s another thing Ian had broken. 

“What happened, Em?” 

“I found him cheating on me. I tried to leave,” she laughs humourlessly and points at her face, “I’m sure I don’t have to say what happened next.” 

She says it so matter of factly that it makes him want to reach out for her, to hug her and hold her close and assure her he’d never let anyone hurt her again. But he doesn’t. He stays where he is, a distance between them that had been forged months ago. 

“Where is he?”

She shrugs, “He ran when the neighbours pounded on the door and said they’d called the cops. The police are looking for him. I can’t go home because it’s a crime scene and…he might come back,” she nods towards her bag in the corner, “Good thing I already packed a bag.” 

He hates that keeps trying to joke, that this is so normal to her now that she’s trying to minimize it, but he smiles anyway, knows that this is how she needs to deal with this for now, “I’ll see if I can make some calls, ensure the local cops are dealing with it as a matter of urgency.” 

She raises an eyebrow at him, her curiosity breaking past her sadness, “And what connections does a junior associate in a law firm have that would help?” 

He forces his hands into his pockets, “Actually, I’m in the FBI now.” 

“You…you’re in the FBI?” 

He nods, “A lot of things change in 6 months, Em,” he says, and she closes her eyes, her jaw tighter than he thinks it should be given her injuries, and he sighs, “Sorry.”

“Why don’t we just agree that neither of us has to apologise for anything right now,” she says, smiling tightly, “It might make things easier.” 

“Okay,” he replies, “I’ll make those calls.” 

“Thanks,” she says, blowing out a slow breath, “If you could just drive me to a hotel that would be-”

“A hotel?” He says, his eyebrows furrowed, “You can come and stay with me.” 

She scoffs, “Aaron, no that’s fine. I’m sure Haley is pissed enough that you’ve had to come out this time of night. I’m not going to make it worse by staying in your spare room for god knows how long.” 

He almost doesn’t want to tell her the next part, well aware she’ll consider it another reason she shouldn’t stay with him, “Haley and I no longer live together,” he says, “We broke up a few weeks ago.” 

“Oh God, I’m sorry…” she smiles when he raises an eyebrow at her, “Right, no apologies. I can go to a hotel.” 

“I’m not telling you this to play the ‘who’s having a bad time of it’ Olympics, Emily. I’m telling you because I want you to know you don’t have to take her feelings into account. Just mine. And I’m inviting you to stay.” 

He doesn’t think about the fact he’s only got one bedroom. That his apartment is small and sad and screams single man. He only thinks about her. About how small she looks, how scared she looks, and he now he’s finally back by her side he doesn’t want her to be anywhere where he can’t make sure she’s okay. He doesn’t want her to be anywhere he couldn’t protect her, even though he knows she’d say she didn’t need protecting. 

He watches as she thinks about it, her eyes drifting back to the floor as she does so, and she eventually nods, “Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“Yeah,” she says, smiling tightly at him, “Just until I figure something out,” she stands up, wincing when she does so, her hands flying to her ribs, “You deserve an explanation.” 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to about what happened today,” he says, reaching for her bag before she can try to do it herself.

“Not about that,” she says, reaching out for him, her fingers skimming his arm before it drops back down to her side, “About why…why I stopped talking to you.” 

He reaches out for her, his hand briefly around hers as he squeezes, “Later, Em,” he says, “For now, let’s just get you back to my place.” 

She nods, her eyes shining up at him, the dark brown eyes he’d fallen in love with making his breath catch in his throat, “Okay.” 

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It feels awkward when she walks into his apartment, like she’s stepped back in time to when she didn’t know him. To when she was just his neighbour who needed to borrow a screwdriver when she first moved in. 

This apartment was smaller than the one he’d shared with Haley. It had the potential to be cosy, intimate, but it barely felt lived in. He had very few things scattered about, any photos of him and Haley they’d had up in their old place gone, but Emily’s eyes catch a picture of her and Aaron at his graduation from law school. Wide smiles on both of their faces as she stole his cap to put on her head. She picks up the frame and stares at her past self, her finger ghosting over the glass before she catches sight of her reflection, her bruises somehow even worse than when she’d caught sight of them in the elevator as they left the hospital. She puts the picture back down, her fingers lingering on the frame for a moment as she tries to recall the feeling of happiness she’d had when the picture was taken. She blows out a breath as she turns to look at Aaron, her tight smile pulling at the split in her lip as he watches her carefully, her bag still over his shoulder. 

“You haven’t decorated,” she says, desperate to say something to get rid of the awkwardness she hated between them. He furrows his brow as he looks at her and she rolls her eyes, a flash of the old her, the old them, peeking out from everything it was hidden behind, “For Christmas.” 

He chuckles and shakes his head as he puts her bag down on the couch, “It’s November.” 

She smiles as she sits down on the couch, barely covering a wince as ribs pull, “It’s December next week,” she says as she looks up at him, “And Advent starts this Sunday.” 

She’d never kept her love of the holidays a secret. He remembered that first Christmas he’d known her, when they had just finally tipped into being friends, and he found her trying to pull a Christmas tree bigger than her up the stairs in their building. At first, she’d refused his help, her hands on her hips in defiance as she claimed she could do it, but she’d eventually given in and invited him into her place when they finally got the tree up the stairs. He’d helped her decorate, dutifully listening as she told him where to place each ornament, and it became a tradition over the years. 

“You and Christmas,” he says fondly, and she hums, a distant look in her eyes he can’t place, “Do you need anything? I could make you something to eat.” 

She shakes her head, “I’m not hungry,” she replies, “But some water would be great if that’s okay?” 

“Of course,” he says, “Are you sure you don’t want anything else? I have that awful tea you like.” 

She sucks in a breath, her lips pressed together as guilt fills her battered lungs, “You have that here?” She asks, looking over to the small kitchen, at his limited cabinet space, and then back at him. He would have had to have bought it especially for her, and the thought of it makes her ache, “Why?” 

He shrugs, his cheeks burning with embarrassment he doesn’t understand, everything he’d never told her, everything he knows she can’t hear right now, lingering just under his skin, “Just in case.” 

For a moment she can’t breathe, his kindness almost oppressive as it fills the air around them, a tender kind of caring she’d grown used to living without, “Just the water is fine for now,” she says as she stands up, her teeth clenching as pain rolls through her. She needed some time to herself, a few moments to recalibrate, so she zips open her bag and pulls out her pjyamas, “I might get changed.” 

“Of course,” he says, repeating himself, wanting her to know she could do whatever she wanted here, that she had the freedom to make her own choices, “The bathroom is the first door on the right.” 

She nods gratefully, her pjyamas hugged against her chest, and heads down the hall without saying anything else, unable to breathe until she’s in the bathroom and the door is closed behind her. She looks at herself in the mirror for a moment before she turns around, entirely overwhelmed by how her day had started in comparison to how it had ended. How she’d gone from waking up next to a man who she’d fallen out of love with several months ago to standing in the bathroom of the man she’d loved for years. 

She wasn’t sure when it happened. Wasn’t sure when her feelings for Aaron turned into love that made her stomach flip whenever he smiled at her. It had snuck up on her. Kept in pace with her until it overtook her, her love for him one of the only things in life she was sure about. There were moments when she thought he might feel the same way back. When all of her reasons for not just kissing him would disappear for a moment, but then they’d come rushing back. Walls of protection she’d learnt to build before she could walk around her heart because she couldn’t bear the idea of not having him in her life at all. 

When he told her he was back together with Haley it had hurt more than she thought it would. She was sure she could hear her heart crack as she smiled and nodded and did everything she’d always been taught to do. When he took Haley on a date, his smile soft and nervous, Emily couldn’t bear to stay in by herself. She went out, ended up in the first bar she found and got lost in icy blue eyes that met hers from across the room. 

She had loved Ian once, in a way she now knew had never been healthy, and it was something she clung on to as she watched Aaron move apartments to live with Haley - their relationship moving forward like they hadn’t almost four years apart. She eventually did the same, broke her lease in the building where she’d met Aaron and moved in somewhere with Ian, unaware at the time it would be the first step in him having complete control over her life. 

She changes quickly, ignoring the tears that spring to her eyes as pain rolls through her as she lifts her arms over her head to change her shirt. She still doesn’t look at the damage done, deciding to leave it for another day, the injuries she could see on her face and neck enough for her to deal with for now. 

When she steps back out into the hallway, the scrubs she’d been given by a nurse when her clothes were taken as evidence shoved into the trashcan in Aaron’s bathroom, she feels a little better. On more even footing after the now unexpected kindness from a man who had only ever been kind to her. She thinks she hates Ian for that more than the bruises painted across her skin. She hates him for stealing her ability to see the good in people from her, and she promises herself there and then, standing barefoot in Aaron’s hallway, that she’ll claw that back even if it kills her. 

She walks back out into the main area of the apartment, and she finds Aaron making up a bed on the couch, the cashmere blanket she bought him years ago in his hands as he lays it down, “What are you doing?” 

“I only have one bed,” he says, as he turns to look at her, “So I’ll sleep out here,” he nods towards the kitchen counter, “There’s your water and your meds. I’ll go to the store tomorrow to get whatever food you want.” 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

“You have to eat at some point-”

“No, not that,” she says, her arms over her chest as she looks at him, “Well, you don’t have to do that either, but I mean you don’t have to sleep out here. I’ll take the couch.” 

He shakes his head as he turns to look at her, “You’re injur…you’re hurt, Em. I’m not making you sleep on the couch.” 

“But it’s your apartment,” she says, her teeth sinking into the inside of her cheek, “I’ll just go to a hotel.” 

He reaches out for her as she tries to step past him but he stops himself. They hadn’t touched each other since they were in the hospital room, and he hadn’t missed how her shoulders would get tight every time she thought he was going to touch her. Every part of him itched to hug her, but he wouldn’t. He’d let her take the lead, let her have control over what happened to her. 

“Em, no. Please. I’m okay with the couch. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” 

She wants to stay. She wants to stay so much it hurts, a sense of comfort that came with being near him that she’d missed, but she felt like she’d been shattered into pieces. Her sense of self scattered around her and she didn’t know where to start with putting herself back together. She didn’t know if she could do it with someone watching her, even if that person was Aaron. 

She looks up at him, sees the almost desperate look in his eyes, and her decision is made, “We…we could both sleep in the bed,” she says without thinking about it. She knows in any other situation she’d smile at the way his eyes get wider, and she chuckles humourlessly, “It’s not like it’s the first time we would have slept next to each other.” 

He laughs dryly, “If I remember correctly we both fell asleep sitting up on the couch. And we aren’t in college anymore and drunk on tequila after finals.” 

She swallows thickly, her lungs protesting the deep breath she takes in, and she presses her lips together, “No. We aren’t.” 

They fall into silence again and he watches as she folds in on herself, as if she’s embarrassed to have even said anything, and he clears his throat, “Okay. We’re adults,” he smiles tightly, “And it’s a big bed.” 

She smiles, and the relief rolling through her veins outweighs the pull in her lip, “I’ll keep my hands to myself,” she says, her joke immediately falling flat given the circumstances, and then she clears her throat, “I promise.” 

“Me too,” he says, and they both know it has a double meaning. That it goes beyond a bad joke between friends who could never have seen this situation coming, “I’m going to tidy up a little, but if you want to go to bed you can. It’s just down the hall.” 

She steps towards him to hug him before she stops herself, her arms as tight as she can bear them to be across her chest as she holds herself together, “Okay, thank you,” her smile shakes as she shrugs, “For everything. You…would have been well within your rights to ignore my call.” 

He shakes his head as if the idea had never even occurred to him, “You don’t have to thank me, Em. Like you said - I’ll always answer when you call. It’s what we do for each other, right?” 

She nods, “Right. Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Em.” 

He watches as she walks down the hall to his bedroom, and he blows out a slow breath. He purposely takes longer than necessary to finish the chores he’d abandoned when she called, keen to make sure she has some time to herself. When he walks into his bedroom she’s fast asleep, half sat up to allow for the pain in her ribs she was trying to hide from him. He carefully adjusts the pillows around her to make sure she’s as comfortable as possible, and then he lays down next to her. 

When he closes his eyes, he listens to her breathing and imagines a world where this is life. Where she slept next to him every night and had never met Ian Doyle. 

___

He wakes up alone.

He half expects to find her gone, a note on the kitchen counter with an apology scrawled on it, but she’s sitting on the couch, a glass of water in hand and the cashmere blanket over her lap. He makes a point of ensuring he doesn’t spook her, his footfall just loud enough that she hears him coming down the hallway. 

“Morning,” he says, and she turns to look at him. Her bruises were worse now, dark purple blotches on her face and neck as she smiles sadly at him.

“Morning,” she says, swallowing thickly as she sits next to him, her throat sore in a way she didn’t know it could be, “I didn’t wake you up did I?” 

“No,” he assures her as he sits on the other end of the couch, “I’ve always been a morning person.” 

She chuckles and nods, “Right, of course,” her smile fades as she looks around the apartment, desperate to look anywhere except at him because there was so much to say and she didn’t know where to start, “You really should decorate, you know. It looks sad in here.” 

He can’t help but smile, “I only moved in a few weeks ago. I haven’t had a chance to buy a tree yet. And like I said yesterday. It’s still November.” 

“But only for 6 more days,” she says wistfully, allowing herself to get lost in the thought of her favourite holiday, “And it’s the first Advent on Sunday.” 

It’s a repeat of the conversation they’d had the night before, a topic they’d both silently deemed as safe, so he goes along with it, hoping over time she’d feel comfortable to talk about what had happened in the six months they’d been apart. 

“We never did the whole advent thing,” he says, and she tilts her head at him, “I grew up Baptist remember,” he says, smiling when she rolls her eyes at him, “We had a lot less ceremony than you Catholics.” 

She laughs, a sound followed by a wince as she presses her hand against her side, “It’s the only part of it I ever really liked,” she says, her smile fading as she carries on, the ghosts of her past never too far away, “Christmas was always…so formal and stuffy when I was growing up. It was all for show, you know? But every time Advent rolled around, my mom, my dad and I would light the candles together every Sunday. Just the three of us.” 

“You’ve never told me that before,” he says after a beat of silence, and she hums as she looks at him, shrugging one of her shoulders.��

“We never talked about religion all that much, what with us both being lapsed and all,” she says, “Besides, I haven’t done it in years. Or gone to mass. I haven’t even spoken to my parents in months,” she adds, not realising she’d let that slip until she’d already said it, “It’s just a nice memory. That’s all.” 

He nods and then clears his throat as he stands up, “I should make you something to eat.” 

She sighs, “Aaron-”

“You shouldn’t take these painkillers on an empty stomach, Em,” he says, raising his eyebrow at her as he steps into the kitchen, “I’ll make you anything you want.” 

She shakes her head at him, familiar love she’d never quite been able to stamp out sparking in her chest, “Bacon and eggs?” 

He smiles at her, his dimples carved out in his cheeks as he nods, “Bacon and eggs it is.” 

___

There are moments when she’s able to forget why she’s with him. Moments when she couldn’t feel her injuries, or when just being with him would make her feel like it was two years ago again before Haley came back into his life and before she met Ian. She’d wake up in the morning next to him, torn from sleep by nightmares and memories or the pain that had come from them. He had laid pillows between them so she had space, so she wouldn’t wake up and feel crowded if he slipped too close. It was a simple gesture, and so beautifully him, and the same feeling the tea had brought up that first night rolled in her gut every time she looked at them. It feels achingly normal to be with him and she does her best to hang on to the feeling before it fades back into reality. When the ache in her throat and ribs would make itself known, when everything that they hadn’t talked about would hang between them.

It had been three days since he’d brought her to his place and she hadn’t left since. He kept trying to encourage her to go outside, kept offering to go on walks with her so she could get some fresh air, but she was hesitant. Not only because she was worried about Ian, who still hadn’t been caught by the police, but because she didn’t want anyone to see her like this. Shame she knew she shouldn’t feel, shame that the man who had done this to her should feel, nipping at her heels whenever she considered going outside. 

She hung out at his place whilst he went to work. She’d turned down the freelance translation work she’d been offered for the month, not sure she was capable of doing it with everything else going on. Instead, she read Aaron’s books and watched TV, always making sure she was doing something to keep her mind occupied. 

On Sunday, just before dinner, he goes out to get groceries. She almost goes with him, gets to the front door of his building, but then she catches the eye of a woman on the street, sees how she flinches at the sight of her bruised face, and changes her mind. Her smile tight and apologetic as she looks at Aaron before she heads back to his apartment. She feels embarrassed when he comes back, embarrassed that she couldn’t even step outside. It’s dark when he gets back, but she feels reassured the moment he walks into the apartment, arms laden with more groceries than the two of them could possibly need.

“Did you buy the whole store?” She says, smiling when he laughs as he dumps the bags down onto the kitchen counter. 

“Almost,” he replies, putting his hand up to stop her from standing up to help, “You sit, I’ll put it all away. I got all your favourite snacks.” 

She rolls her eyes but does as he asks, swallowing down a groan as her abdomen aches, “You were gone a while. I…I was getting worried.” She doesn’t say that she’d started to worry Ian had done something, that he’d figured out where she was and hunted Aaron down. She isn’t sure she can go down that road yet, isn’t sure she can explain the depths of it all, so she clears her throat and tilts her head curiously when she sees one of the bags on the counter is different to the others, “What’s that?” 

He pauses what he’s doing and blows out a slow breath before he picks up the bag in question and walks over. He sits next to her, making sure to keep the now normal distance between them, and he passes it to her, “I got this for you.” 

She narrows her eyes playfully as she takes it from him, “You didn’t have to get me anything, you’ve done enough…” she trails off as she opens the bag, her breath catching in her chest as she’s met with the sight of a wreath with five candles nestles in it - three purple, one pink and one white, “Aaron…”

“The guy in the store told me I’d left it a little late considering Advent starts today,” he smiles and laughs nervously, now unsure about the gift he’d been planning for days, “He assured me it’s the right one, although the fifth candle confused me.” 

“You light it on Christmas Eve,” she says, her eyes still fixed on the advent wreath, “Aaron…this is…”

She can’t put it into words, can’t even begin to explain what this means to her. She’d mentioned it days ago, and they hadn’t talked about it since. She starts to feel overwhelmed by his kindness again, her throat tight with it as she chokes on a sob, but it doesn’t feel bad this time. It feels good. 

“If this was a bad idea-”

She throws herself at him, one hand still on the bag in her lap and the other around his neck as she pulls him in for a hug. She barely feels the pull in her chest, she’s only aware of him. Of his warmth and the way he carefully hugs her back, his hand tentative against her shirt, the hug so tender she could hardly feel it. She pulls back to look at him and only realises then how close they are. She smiles and clears her throat, putting space between them again as she looks down at the wreath. 

“Thank you. This…” she trails off and laughs, her lips pressed together as she stops it turning into a sob, “This means so much to me.” 

“I thought we could maybe go and pick a tree next week?” He suggests, “You always choose the best ones.” 

She nods and looks up at him, “Yeah. I’d like that.” 

“Shall I put it on the mantle?” He asks, and she nods again and lets go of the wreath, not tearing her gaze from it as she watches him place it on the mantle next to the photo of the two of them from his graduation. He turns to look at her, his smile soft and relieved, “Do you have a lighter?” 

“I don’t smoke anymore,” she replies, and he raises an eyebrow at her, making her roll her eyes as she nods towards her bag in the corner of the room, “It’s in the side pocket of my bag.” 

He laughs and gets the lighter as she stands up and walks over to the mantle, her fingers trailing over the leaves of the wreath until he makes it back to her. He smiles softly as he hands over the lighter and she takes it from him, flicking the switch so the flame appears.

“Do we have to say a prayer or something?” 

She shakes her head, “I don’t think anyone has listened to my prayers in a long time,” she shrugs, “If there is even anyone there listening at all. I just…”

“Like lighting the candles,” he finishes for her and she nods, “So it’s like a countdown.” 

“To Christmas,” she says, finishing his sentence for him this time, the air once again filled with everything they couldn’t say.

“Yeah, a countdown to Christmas,” he replies, and she smiles, resting her head against his shoulder for a moment before she flicks the lighter on again and lights the candle. They both stand there for a few seconds and watch the flicker of the flame before he steps away, leaving cool air in his wake, “Before I get started on dinner would you like a drink?”

She nods, her eyes still fixed on the flame, “Yes please.”

“Water?” 

She shakes her head, looking over at him briefly before she looks back at the candles, “Actually, I’ll have some tea.” 

He smiles, and she catches it out of the corner of her eye, and she sees in it what she can see dancing in the flame in front of her, what she hasn’t seen or felt in a long time. 

She can see hope. 

[dullgecko]

To go with my earlier ask I was thinking more about goblin tail flirting (I love that as a thing now) and what would be considered particularly forward/almost indecent.

I’m thinking that touching the tuft and anything below a halfway point is fine but the higher you go the more intimate it becomes.

So Fabian maybe gets annoyed with rizs thrashing tail hitting him in the face from where he’s perched on his shoulder or in an attempt to calm him down grabs rizs tail near the base and in a clearly jokingly intense way tells him to stop or he’ll pass him to gorgug to sit on instead (his second favourite perch, he likes being taller than most for a change).

Only the goblins who can’t speak common see is Fabian suddenly grab rizs tail way too high up (scandalous) and say something very intense they can’t understand.

The entire hoard just look at each other like 😳

Also if it is ever brought up to riz; maybe someone congrats them on his relationship to Fabian, or one of the bolder teens just straight up asks how sex works between them “cause ya know he’s like twice your size?!”

Either way poor riz is incredibly embarrassed and desperately tries to explain that no him and Fabian are not dating or fucking and no they definitely don’t need a separate room in one of the more sound proof section of caves.

I don’t think riz would immediately say anything to Fabian and the rest of the bad kids but they definitely notice how upset and embarrassed he’s suddenly become and manage to eventually get the info out of him. Xx

Riz only realised that he should have stopped Fabian from being so unintentionally grabby well after the point where it would have saved him the embarrassment. He had a good excuse at least, basically noone in Elmville even knew about goblin social graces or how physical contact could be interpreted differently. It was easier to just view everything through the eyes of a Solesian and move on with your day. Getting into a fight because someone insulted you or groped you unintentionally wasn't worth it so Rizs default reaction was to just let it go.

His problem this time though was that they were currently surrounded by people who DID know those social customs, and were currently holding them to them. Fabian had no way of knowing that what he just did was the equivalent of shoving your hand up your partners shirt in public, the INTENT wasn't there and that was the important part.

His friends were used to treating him with some care but he still hadn't had a chance to teach them everything. These goblins were gracious enough to forgive the weird tall-men for any minor blunders they made anyway.

Riz had mostly zoned out by this point, safe from any harassment on Fabians shoulder, and had settled into people watching mode. He was currently watching the girls on the other side of the cavern, some tiny goblin kids trying to teach them how to play a traditional game. Adaine must have used one of her few remaining spell slots (kristen and fig were completely out due to a fight earlier in the day) to cast comprehend languages at some point because she seemed to have caught on pretty well.

He was so focused on watching the game that he'd stopped paying attention to his own fidgeting. Tail flicking in such a way that he accidentally thwacked Fabian in the face with the tuft. The move earning him a flinch and a surprised sputtering g from the fighter.Riz was about to apologise for the affront but the words died in his throat with an embarrassing choking noise because, in an effort to stop Rizs tail moving and hitting him again Fabian had reached behind him, grabbed the base of his tail and /squeezed/. From Fabians point of view the manoeuver had the intended effect, because the goblins tail went completely limp as if his spine had been snapped.

"If you don't stop you're going to loose perching privileges. You can sit on Gorgug for the rest of the night." Fabians tone was playful but Riz absoloutly did not absorb what he'd actually said. Brain having ground to a screeching halt as he tried to switch gears from 'those goblins were grabbing me like that to flirt' to 'Fabian is grabbing me like that because he doesn't /know/ any better'.

"Hrkkgh." Nope, try again Gukgak that's not a word. Riz swallowed, relaxing his hand on Fabians shoulder from where he'd clenched down to the point his claws had almost punctured his armor with a shuddering sigh. He was glad they were more geared up than usual for this mission or there would have been bleeding.

"Sorry. My bad. You can let go now." The rogue sounded a little more strained than he meant to, having absoloutly whiffed his attempt at deception to make it seem like nothing was wrong.

Fabian gave him a sceptical look, releasing his tail even as he readjusted his seating position slightly so he was cross legged. Riz sweaing when the fighter suddenly pitched forwards to dislodge him from his perch with practised ease so he landed with an 'oof' on the balled up battle sheet in his lap.

"You can't fool me that easily The Ball." Fabian said with some annoyance, grabbing the base of Rizs tail again (more gently this time) so he couldn't scamper away.

"I knew that little shit that upset you earlier did something. You should have told me you were injured when it happened I would have gutted him like a fish."

"It's wasnt something worth fighting over I'm not even - ow what the /fuck/ Fabian." Riz flinched and hissed the last few words, baring his teeth because Fabian had flicked him on the ear with the hand not holding him in place with a grip on his tail.

"You are going to shut up and let me check to make sure nothing is broken or dislocated. If it IS I will force feed you a potion, I know they're in limited supply but letting a spinal break set wrong will cause issues in the long run and Kristen and Fig are tapped for spells." Fabian said matter of factly, pinning Riz down as he started squeezing at his tail again. Starting at the base and carefully feeling to make sure nothing was out of place or broken as he worked towards the tip.

Riz brain fully stopped producing coherent thoughts at that point and he tried very hard to focus on NOT biting the armor on Fabians thigh that was right in front of his face. He was suddenly very glad they'd been forced to wear more armor than usual or they WOULD have to use one of their few emergency potions. The rogue also having to remind himself that there was no amorous intent involved right now; Fabian was just worried he was injured and was conducting a medicine check.

Huffing when Fabian finally stopped and released him from the pin Riz reached around and thumped him in the side with the side of his fist.

"Nothing broken, but if hurts that much you should get one of the girls to heal you in the morning" Fabian shrugged, leaning back against the wall and getting comfortable.

Riz hit Fabian lightly again, flinching and whipping around to face the rest of the cavern when the elderly goblin woman from earlier laughed from where she was still trying to feed Gorgug with the others.

"THATS how you do it elf-lad. You shouldn't have stopped it looks like he was enjoying himself." She heckled, one of her friends rolling her eyes and handing something to her. Apparently someone had just won a bet of some kind. "Or do you two perhaps need somewhere a little more private now?"

Riz sputtered, belatedly remembering that they were in fact currently in a room full of other goblins. Face blushing all the way to the tips of his ears as he tried to duck down to hide more in Fabians lap.

"He's not... we're not... it's not LIKE that." Riz protested, voice breaking as he tried to curl up smaller. Critically failing on an attempt to stealth as he tried to get under the battle sheet and disappear.

His prayers to Cassandra for the ground to open and swallow him whole went sadly unanswered, but he redoubled his efforts when one of the teens from earlier came over and crouched down to speak to him.

"You should have just said your boyfriend was the possessive type. Niktlek was worried he was going to attack him since he's been glaring at him all night." She whispered, glancing up at Fabian who just looked incredibly confused by the commotion. "I mean, he could always join us if he wanted to though you'll have to explain the logistics. How does it even work with you two... is it proportional?"

Riz made a choking noise, covering his face with his hands which muffled his voice substantially.

"We're not /fucking/, gods we're not even. NO. Thankyou. We're not interested. I'M not interested. At all. Ever."

The teen shrugged, eyeing off the rest of his party before trotting over towards the girls. Riz had so thoroughly curled in on himself to hide that he missed Fabian mouthing 'what the fuck was that' to a thoroughly confused Adaine. The elf shrugging and looking just as perplexed; even though she understood what the goblins were saying she had totally missed the events leading up to it.

Fig was grinning like a maniac though because she totally had caught everything. She had also been pretending not to understand what anyone was saying for the whole night because it would spoil the surprise she'd been working on for months. The bard may have also been doing a bit of extra study on goblin customs as an addition to learning the language and 100% knew why Riz was suddenly so horribly flustered.

[louloulemons-posts]

Oil At The Coffee Shop IV

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Reader wants to apologise to the Munsons, having a heart to heart with one and panicking the other.

Word Count : 1.7k

Warnings : Not proofread, not much eddie x reader, uncle wayne’s an icon, max x lucas, petnames from wayne and another, rambly, talks of maxs injuries, mentions of scaring, mentions of the earthquakes/upside down, homeless shelter

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The first week had been manic, it was now Saturday evening, and you and Max were doing the final clean up of the week. “Hey I was just wondering, do you know if any of your friends are looking for jobs?” you asked her.

“I’m not sure, I could ask.”

“If you don’t mind, I think we could use another staff member, or two,” you smiled at her. “I think so, my feet are killing me.”

“Hey if you need a few days off I don’t mind.”

“No no! It’s okay. It’s just a lot, I was injured a few years back so sometimes my body slows down a bit.”

“Oh Max, you should have told me, I would

have given you more breaks.”

“It’s fine really, I want to be able to do this stuff again.”

“Was it the earthquakes?” you asked her.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “Doctors said I was lucky to be alive.”

“You’re a strong kid Max, you’re going to do amazing things. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, sweeping the floor up. “What happened with Eddie?” She asked. “What do you mean?”

“Well I just mean you know each other, how’s that?”

“Just through Steve and he fixed my car. Don’t think he likes me much in all honesty.”

“Why?”

“I think I offended him. I gave him and Wayne a big tip after fixing my car just to say thank you.”

She nodded, stopping her sweeping, “Eddies not too trusting. I know you meant it to be nice, but he worries about his uncle. Wants to make sure nobody’s being nice to just screw them over,” she explained.

“I see. So how much did I mess up?”

“Don’t worry about it, he’ll forgive you. Wayne will make him,” she chuckled.

“Is there any reason he’s like that? Like not trusting?” Max seemed like she didn’t know how to answer.

“You don’t have to tell me Max, it’s none of my business.”

“Eddies just always been I don’t know … different. He’s not good around new people. That’s all it is, he’ll warm up to you. Especially if your close to Steve and now me. Eddie loves me,” she shrugged.

“Well maybe I’ll go and apologise, take some Cherry turnovers as a white flag.” Grabbing a box you put four of the fresher turnovers in, wrapping them up so they wouldn’t be damaged.

“Well that’s the way to the Munsons hearts, food,” she joked. There was a knock on the door. “That must be Lucas, can I let him in?”

“Course Honey,” you said and the young girl almost skipped to the door.

Hearing them greeting each other you smiled, sorting out Maxs pay, so she could go. “Hi Lucas, how’s it going?” You said to the boy. “I’m good, how’s it been today? Max causing you trouble?” He joked, making his girlfriend hit him lightly.

“She’s been golden,” you smiled, handing her the money. “You two get out of here, have a good night.”

“You sure? I can stay,” she said, almost concerned. “I promise I’ll be okay. You enjoy the rest of your weekend, I’ll see you Monday.”

The young couple waved goodbye, left you to finish everything for the weekend. You planned to take the leftovers that wouldn’t last the weekend, to the shelter in town. Then of course stop off at Munsons mechanics.

There wasn’t a lot to do now that Max had gone, just finish up the sweeping and wrap up food to go. Flicking the lights off you headed out, locking up behind yourself.

Climbing in your, now working, car, you were on your way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“This is really generous, are you sure?” a woman with dark hair asked, as you placed the boxes of food down on a table. “They’d go to waste, people need food and I have extra.”

“That’s so kind of you, thank you.” She took the boxes and headed over to what you assumed the kitchen was. It was crazy to think that the earthquakes happened a while back and there were so many people here.

A big board sat to the side, thick with missing posters. Some people with waiting for others to come home, some waiting for their homes to come back, and others had nowhere and nothing but this place and the people in it.

Your name being called pulled you out of your trance. Turning you saw a familiar face, “Robin, hi. How’s it going?” you smiled.

“Great, it’s good to see you. What are you doing here?”

“Just come to drop off some food, how about you?”

“Oh Vickie is one of the people in charge here, I help out on my days off. Have you met her?” she asked.

“Briefly. The night we went out, she came to pick you up.”

“Ah, explains why I can’t remember. Can I defend myself and say I don’t always get like that,” she laughed awkwardly.

“Trust me, shots don’t sit right with me either.”

Smiling in comfort now, “Well I need to get off, I’m hoping to catch Wayne before he leave the mechanics,” you explained.

“Your car in trouble again?”

“No, nothing like that. Just need to discuss something with him.”

“Oh well if he isn’t there he lives in Forest Hills, near the edge of town.”

“The trailer park?” Humming, Robin answered, “Yeah even though he has the mechanics he never wants to move.”

“Right well thanks, I’ll see you soon. Hopefully we can hang out and I can meet Vickie properly,” you spoke, not in the sarcastic way where you never actually want to meet up, sincerely you did.

“I hope so, I think Steve’s having a big barbecue like to celebrate the end of Summer or something.”

“Sounds like Steve. I’ll see you.” Waving goodbye you headed back to your car.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

There was no luck at the mechanics, and you wouldn’t have time during the week or tomorrow. You had to go and buy stock and sort out some changes to the menu.

It felt a bit strange driving to the Wayne’s home, you hated showing up uninvited, but you needed to apologise and make sure he knew it wasn’t meant maliciously.

You drove through, not really sure where to go. Slowing down by a middle aged man, you opened your window. “Excuse me,” you spoke, attempting not to make him jump.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know where Wayne Munson lives?”

“Who’s asking?” he asked almost cautiously. “Oh uh, a client? A friend?” you told him your name.

“Right,” he grunted, “He lives on the back of the park, you’ll see his car. Just keep driving. Watch yourself.” You looked at him confused. “You say you’re a friend of the Munsons, be careful Honey, that might not be friends you’re wanting.”

“Right. Thanks for you help,” you said, rolling up the window and continuing on your way. How strange.

He was right, the man, you spotted Wayne’s car. The trailer seemed to be set further back than the others. Isolated almost.

You picked up the box of turn overs and headed to the door, tapping on it twice. “Just coming!” a voice shouted. A familiar face appeared around the door. “Hey Honey! What are you doing here?” Wayne asked.

“I was just wondering if we could talk? I brought some Cherry turnovers,” you motioned to the box in your hand. “Well you’ve twisted my arm, come on in,” he joked.

“Sweet tea?” he asked.

“Please,” you smiled.

“You take a seat, I’ll get us some drinks and plates.” You did so, sitting on a beige couch with floral patterning on it.

A maroon arm chair sat in the corner, you could only assume that was Waynes chair. Mugs and caps covered the walls, all unique, not one even remotely similar to another.

“Here you go Honey,” he smiled, placing the glass in front of you and the plate. He took out one of the turnovers and split it with a knife, giving you half. “Thank you,” you smiled to him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit your shop yet, everyone’s travelling back from vacation. Cars are overheating and breaking down left right and centre.”

“It’s alright,” you told him, taking a sip of the tea. It was amazing.

“Oh wow,” you spoke.

“It’s good isn’t it?” he laughed.

“It’s delicious!”

“Maybe one day’ll give you the recipe and you can sell it in that shop of yours.”

“That would be great.”

“So what did we need to talk about?” he asked, taking a bite of the sweet treat and humming in delight. “Well I … I’m sorry if I offended you, that was never my intention Mr Munson.”

“Offend me? Honey how could you offend me?”

“When I, when I gave Eddie the money for my car he came back. I didn’t mean to upset him or you, I was just trying to be nice and say thank you I swear.”

“Why did Eddie come back?”

“Cause I left you a tip.”

“Oh Honey, that’s so generous, but you don’t need to do that for us.”

“It was just meant to be a thank you I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“You didn’t. It’s just Eddie being cautious. I was wondering where that extra $65 came from.”

“I am sorry Mr Munson.”

“Stop apologising, you didn’t do nothing wrong and the names Wayne. You can use it.” You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. “I just wanted to say sorry that’s why I came here. When I see Eddie I’ll say sorry to him too. I was rude to him.”

“Probably deserved it, he gets snappy when his guards up. Don’t take it personal, he’ll warm up to you. The whole towns already chatting up a storm about you.”

“You don’t say?”

“Mhm so many of the boys at the shop are talking about Callie’s lovely niece.”

“Well that’s very kind of them.”

“It’s true, you seem lovely-“ A door in the trailer opened and another voice came, “You taking to yourself old man?”

You could hear the smile in his tone as he walked down the hall to find you and Wayne sat drinking tea and chatting like old friends.

Eddie Munson stood there, in all his glory. No shirt, towel around his waist, curly hair dripping on the floor. You could see the panic in his face, not understanding why at first, but then you saw them.

They were all over his body.

They covered him.

Scars.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : OH SHIT

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Did Lucas actually forgive MC when she saves him from the dumping if you do Noah route? Or it's just amnesia glitch?

Hi there! 🫶🏼

Okay, so, I just went on Lucas’s route again and - just for you! - participated in Operation Nope so he would break up with me. Here are some screenshots I put together because I think they’ll show why I do think that, yes, he does forgive you.

This is the morning after the party where everyone found out about Lottie’s and Gary’s kiss and about MC’s and Noah’s kiss. He is pretty hurt which just goes to show that he actually developed feelings for MC. (Also, we went all the way in the hideaway and as someone who doesn’t get into bed with just anyone, that’s a huge deal for Lucas!) He’s confused, he doesn’t know what to do but he doesn’t want to push her away just like that either.

My MC went on Jakub’s date and despite him being so hurt by her kissing Noah, he’s still smug about the fact that she didn’t enjoy the date with Jakub. Why would he act like that if he didn’t give a shit?

He breaks up with MC despite her apologising and telling him again that she still wants him. But from his reaction you can see that he’s just doing it to protect himself from getting hurt even more. And it hurts him breaking up with MC, too.

[The next day] Lucas didn’t just “get over it all” nor did he move on just like that. He’s legitimately hurt by what happened and doesn’t know how to behave or how to pretend like everything is fine.

Then there’s the cake-baking challenge they have to do together because they’re still a couple and that’s where it gets interesting. The banter and the sexual tension between them is still there 👀 (I mean, duh, it won’t just disappear overnight)

During the challenge, everything felt so easy and normal with him. It almost felt as if nothing had happened and then MC decided to show Lucas that she could very well eat that whole cake by herself. And it earned her his fave t-shirt, too. And look how he’s treating her, my heart was bleeding! 😭💔

[The disaster recoupling] I seriously think we were always supposed to participate in ON and kiss Noah because otherwise it doesn’t make any sense that Lucas would “meaningfully look at Noah” during the recoupling. He couldn’t care less about Priya, it’s Hope and MC he fancies.

This is what Hope told Priya on the last day of CA before we were to head back to the main villa and I couldn’t help but think, what if she knows something we don’t know? Because she doesn’t say that when it’s Priya who is coupled up with Noah… Also, Priya tells us later she isn’t sure this thing with Lucas has any potential and she’s right about that because in my opinion, Lucas never got over MC. He didn’t even try to!

Especially the line “We haven’t really worked out how we feel about each other yet” hits so differently now that we were apart for a while. And he’s absolutely right because we haven’t worked that out. The both of us were developing feelings for each other but we didn’t get the chance to talk about them because MC fucked up.

And is it just me or does he usually not do the whole “looking around at the other boys and muttering ‘I’m sorry, lads’”? It feels like he’s a bit hesitant here, afraid to give MC another chance but at the same time he can’t fight his own feelings 🥺🥺

[The morning after] Despite having broken up with MC previously, he still feels safe by her side and he still thinks she’s the one he can feel most himself with and that actually makes sense! Because there were feelings involved that never went away. But because he didn’t want to be vulnerable he tried to push them away and shut MC out. Though, it never really worked in the first place, did it? 🥹

I think it’s important for him to see that MC really means it when she says she’s sorry for hurting him. He wants to not only hear that she wants him, he wants to see it too. He wants to see her put in the effort and I reckon that’s why he does forgive us. But I can guarantee it’ll be the last chance because Lucas doesn’t usually give second chances!

[solar-nightengale]

hi hello I am here with prompts! 💕 How about: ‘you scared me!’ or ‘there’s nothing to say!’ ? :)

Hiiii Libby 😏 💕 Heck yesssss thank you so much for this!!! I apologise for how long this got DFJTKHCLKSR But ahaha…. Had fun with the idea once it hit

Hope you enjoy a little, ah, Mother/Daughter time between Bethan and mother dearest, Nimue 👀

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

prompt: ‘there’s nothing to say!’

CW: There’s some emotional manipulation going on here, so reader discretion is advised!!

The clock tower ticked silently, each minute passing with another added point to the dread Bethan was already feeling. The Mark of Charon was the last thing she had wanted to see tonight, yet fate continued to toy with her like the sick and twisted puppet that she was in its marionette play. She heard the hand tick into place, as another minute passed while she walked through the streets and her hands tensed in her pockets. She wanted to hit something damn it. If her helplessness could be personified, maybe she’d have punched it. She wanted to rid herself of it somehow, and the fact that she couldn’t do a damned thing to help anyone (I mean who could battle against the Mark of the Underworld for goodness sake. Who was she? A God?) but the fact that she had no weapon or tool to help-

“Damn it!!” she exclaimed, as she hit the wall she was walking by, her chest rising and falling heavily all the while. Her gaze burned.

A cold sensation suddenly fell over her where she stood. Her hands returned to her pockets, Bethan not looking up as she heard the footsteps approach. She knew who was approaching. The eerie feeling she felt the second they had appeared was more familiar than she would like to admit.

Too much grief. So much… hurt. Gods above, when will they finally have peace at last?! Is the only way to earn it through death alone? Is that all that would be left for them? To enter the world’s under and find that better place?

“You can take your leave now, Nimue. I have no intentions of commuting with you.” Bethan croaked out, her head still cast to the ground.

“Is it wrong that I wish to speak to you once more, my dear?” She heard her say back.

“You've lost that privilege a long time ago.” Beth murmured.

“Now that's just harsh,” Bitterness rose up like bile at her words, as Bethan straightened up and turned around at last.

Standing before her was an individual she hadn’t seen in a long time. Frankly she looked almost unrecognisable. Because despite certain similarities, the scaly skin notable for a dark one is enough to distinguish them. Bethan’s face remained unreadable even as Nimue took a step towards her.

Beth’s gaze narrowed. “If that's supposed to upset me then you've lost your touch, my dear,” she sneered.

Nimue’s smile morphed to something sickeningly sweet, Bethan finding herself squirming under her gaze.

“It’s harsh, because for someone that claims she treats other people differently your lack of sympathy is no different from those you think of as your friends. Look how quick they were to turn against your fairy, your best friends,” she pointed out.

“An’ you- an’ you’d blame them?!” Beth retorted, tensing under her gaze. “After the damage you caused through their souls and bodies?! Cause I sure can’t! Not after all the shit you had them do!”

“You wish to see the rest kill them then? Kill me? Is that what you want?” Nimue continued, her voice holding a sadness Beth wasn’t sure if it was true or not. And yet her own words and feelings died, giving way to fear once more as she turned away, glaring at the ground once more. “That wounds me. After all these years of making sure you stayed alive even after I was gone, and yet I cannot earn forgiveness or a second chance, Bethan? Isn't it cruel to grant them to others yet you can't give it to your own mother?”

“Mother!!” Beth’s laughter was shrill and unkind, as she looked up and took a step forward. “What kinda mother are you if the only way you’re gonna get through to me is whatever this method is?!

“Use your words and not your volume-”

“Stop telling me what to do, you have no right!” Bethan snapped as she took another step towards the dark one. “All your life you-you spent spreading nothing but your corrupted self across the land, leaving none bu’ harboured hate in your wake. I can barely even remember your face or if there were any kind word you spoke to me without intending to use it as a means of keeping me, your darling pawn, close.” She could feel the wound she still had on her side burn. The cruel irony of it doing so, given stood before her was the agonising reminder why she had it; who it was caused by. It was reckless perhaps to blame it all on the woman in front of her but Bethan was too angry to care.

Her life, her misery, her loneliness and fears were all born from her. Her inactions, her choices. The last of any love she might have had for Nimue had been simmering away, leaving none but apathy and disdain.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to shout, she wanted to let go and show just how much this all seared on the inside but the words couldn’t form. No matter how much she would like them to, she couldn’t speak even a syllable of them, as though they were only for her to hear.

She breathed in shakily as she took a step back. “When I said I wanted nothing more to do with you I fucking meant it, Nimue. Stay the hell away from me. And keep your ruddy hands off of my people.”

“Not like there will be much left of them soon enough, my dear.” Nimue hummed, making the other freeze.

Another tick on the clock tower sounded. Another reminder.

Stop reminding her. Stop reminding her that time was short, she should probably be with them and talking to them even if it were for the last ever time, and not wasting it with this-with this!!

Nimue huffed.

“What? Got nothing to say on the matter?”

“There’s nothing to say! There never was!” Bethan spat, glaring up at her and ignoring the resettling sting behind her eyes. “May-maybe fate has another plan the way it always bloody does for people like them! But the one thing it won’t change is that I'm through with you. For good.”

“Hm, pity.” she heard Nimue hum as she turned around and started walking off once more, swiping at the tears on her face. “And here I was going to give you a chance to say goodbye at least. But if this is your choice-” A subtle chill draped over Beth once more. “Tell your father I said hello.”

Shit!

She turned thrusting her hand out with a silent spell readied but not only was she unable to summon it, Nimue was faster. She grabbed her wrist, blue smoke engulfing the girl until even her wide eyes were shrouded by the dark haze.

The clock ticked above once more, a quiet chime sounding the half time for all to hear.

But the only one standing beneath it was Nimue.

[yourimagines]

Liar part four

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers : swearing, angst

- Summary: last part, you find out where he’s been.

Y/N POV

I was finally home with my son. Nick dropped us off and Kayla helped me to get in. “Are you okay, can I help you with something?” “No I’m fine, thank you Kayla.” I gave her a hug and said goodbye. I walked NJ to his room and placed him in his crib. “Honey?” I heard Nate calling me from a different room. I walked out NJ room and walked to the noises in the kitchen. Nate was leaning against the counter. “Why didn’t you call me, to pick you up?” “I know Nick always responds.” He snorts. “Are you still angry about that, I already apologised more then 100 times, what do I have to do more for you to forgive me?” “Nothing, I just don’t trust you anymore.” He threw his arms in the air. “What do you mean with that?” “Just how I just said it, I don’t trust you anymore.” I walked to the fridge, ignoring him while he’s standing close by. “You don’t trust me?” “No Nathan, where the hell were you?” “At the gym.” I closed the door from the fridge. “For two days? While your pregnant girl is alone with two kids?” He throws his head back with a loud sign. “Why do you act like being pregnant is a sickness.” I looked at him, feeling my anger rise up. “Pardon me?” “Oh don’t act like you don’t know Y/N.” “So you just disappeared for two days, say sorry and think everything is fine?!” “Yes I apologised!” He slammed his fist on the counter “That’s not how it works Nathan!” We were both yelling and angry at each other. “You are lying to me, I don’t believe a word what you are saying.” “You don’t believe me” I shook my head. “No, nobody’s leaves for two days, not telling anyone, ignore text and phone calls, nobody lets a pregnant woman alone knowing she could go in labour every moment, nobody does that Nathan!” “Well screw me then, for being that person!” “Bullshit!” Tears were forming in my eyes, feeling stressed, helpless. “You are lying Nate, I know it, I’m not stupid, where were you…….” He shook his head. “Nathan what did you do…..” his eyes got glossy. My heart sank. “Nate….” Tears were falling down on my cheeks. “I’m sorry..” he cracked out, tears falling down on his cheeks. “No… Nate you didn’t..” he didn’t say anything, just standing there, tears falling down. I felt getting angry again. “How could you!” I started to hit his chest. He doesn’t do anything. “I thought you loved me!” An other hit. “Fuck you Nathan!” Again. “I almost died….. and you are screwing around.” My knees buckled and I almost fell. Nate was holding me up. “No….No it’s not fair…. I gave you my everything…” tears where spilling. Nate pulled me closed to his chest as we both sank down to the ground. “I fucking hate you…” I cried against his chest. “I know…” “I don’t want this anymore with you..” I pulled back and moved away from him. “Baby… please.” “No! You did this to us! Don’t fucking dare to cry now.” I crawled back into my feet and I walked away from him, packing my stuff and some things for NJ. “What are you doing?” “Leaving.” “Baby don’t leave we can work this out…” “no.. I’m not staying with you, I can’t even look at you right now.” I carefully grabbed NJ. “Babe…” “don’t babe me.” I whispered, not wanting NJ to cry. I walked with NJ and two bags to my car. “Just stay for the night, and you can leave tomorrow, hell I even leave the house if you want.” I placed NJ into the car and placed the bags in the back. I turned around and looked at him. “All I ever wanted was a family Nate and you destroyed that, not me I carried our child, I was there for you ever time and you pay me back with this shit.” I got in the car and drove off.

——— two weeks later———

I’ve got a apartment for my own, brought it with some help from my brother. The first few days I didn’t text, called or respond back to Nate. The last few days are simple. A text, a photo of NJ and him calling me to see NJ. I’m not a cruel person. Me and Nate are not on the same page anymore but he is the father of NJ. I got a text message from him this morning, I replied a bit later than I normally would.

Nate💔👊🏻: can I come over to day?

Me: sure

I was giving NJ his bottle when he knocked on my door. I stood up and opened the door. “Hey.” “Hey.” He walked in and looked around. “Nice looking place you have.” “Thanks.” I walked past him to the living room. “I’m just giving him his bottle, do you want to do it?” I asked him. “Yeah sure.” I handed him NJ. “There you go, here is his bottle too.” I gave him his bottle and he feeds him. Looking at him with a smile on his face. “He’s cute, little hands, big eyes.” I hummend in a acknowledging way. “If you need help with some stuff, please call me, I wanna help.” He looked at me. “I will.” I quietly said. He smiles and looks down at his son. “He’s a hungry little fella.” “Just like his dad.” he laughs. “Your mother is always right, knows everything. Don’t forget about that.” I snorted. “I’m not always right, most of the time I am but not always.” He looks up with a smile on his face. “I think he’s a good combination of you and me, little NJ.” I nod, I stand up and walked to the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” “Yes if that’s not a problem?” “No it’s okay.” I grabbed us a drink and joined him again in the living room. “Here you go.” I placed down our drinks on the table. “Thanks.” He flashed me a smile.

“I’ll text you and I’ll get NJ some new stuff, just text me what you need.” “I’ll will, drive safe.” He smiled at me. “I’ll will.” We said goodbye and he left. I walked over to the sofa and sat down. ‘This boy drives me crazy.’ I smiled to myself. ‘But I’m not gonna give in that easily, he might be my baby’s father but he still needs to earn that trust back.’ NJ was sleeping in his crib as I lay down on the sofa. Thinking about the future, maybe a whole different one I ever imagined. ‘Who knows how life will go from here.’

[meat-the-sullivans]

how do you think arguments/fights between Cade and Candy would go? would he have to take some time to cool off? or do you think they'd try and resolve it on the spot? would he ask Sully for help?

Cool off for sure… nobody wants to be around when Cade is upset, especially if that specific emotion is anger. A lot of his emotions quickly just turn to anger and frustration cause he doesn’t know how to feel much else.

Now I will say, Candy and Dipper have a soft spot in his heart. He would never raise his voice at Dipper, but Candy isn’t quite as sensitive. I imagine it’s a lot of yelling, insults in French for sure.

Though knowing him, if she actually comprehended one of his little rants or insults, he would internally be impressed and make it a note to tell her her French has improved later.

Cade is a very physical person. He prefers that over words, much the opposite of his brother in that way. He prefers to fight with fists. Cade isn’t the type to say “don’t hit a girl” not for misogyny reasons, just cause he thinks it’s stupid to treat girls different and it’s actually more insulting.

But he wouldn’t hit Candy. At least he’d be trying his best. Expect things to be thrown, pushed, broken, snapped… anything he can do to not lay his hands on her. Because he’d never forgive himself for that. If it gets bad enough that he’s thrown something or there in a screaming match, he just walks away.

He’ll go break some things, or scream it out. Cade isn’t one to ask for help, so Sully would come to him. He may be annoyed, but he knows his older brother is just trying to help, and is usually pretty smart so he’d eventually take his advice on how to apologise and sort things out.

Cade and Candy playfully bicker and banter all the time, but this is much different. You would think they hate each other if you weren’t watching closely. There just two people who aren’t very good with affectionate words. But Sully can see that Cade really cares about her, much like he did for Daffodil.

And after Sully lost her, he wouldn’t want his brother to fall to a similar fate and lose the love of his life. He’s afraid it would set Cade off the deep end and he wouldn’t come back from that. And he doesn’t want Cade to spiral and go on a sloppy murder spree and get them all caught. But also he doesn’t want his little brother hurting like that.

Plus he knows Cade would just blame himself if he drove Candy away, or worse, did something he couldn’t take back and lost her because of that. Cade doesn’t cry often, and they aren’t tears of sadness, they’re tears of frustration. But he sometimes cries after a big fight with her. But he’ll never admit that to anyone.

Last person that saw Cade cry got stabbed… go ahead and ask Sully about the scar on his abdomen just above his kidney… I dare you-

Since he’s not a man of much words, Candy shouldn’t expect to ever hear the words “I’m sorry” or “I was wrong”. What she should expect is to find Cade waiting for her in her room, or throwing rocks outside her window and standing there with a peace offering.

He will be a clingy mess if she forgives him. Expect him to be there with his head on her lap for hours as they just sit in silence. He likes that he can feel her pulse and hear her heart beat. It’s calming in a way. He’s more the “forgive and forget” type when it comes to moving on from an argument. At least when it comes to the few people he cares about.

If Candy is the one that needs to apologise, he’s gonna be an ass about it and avoid her. Or pretend he can’t hear her. So Candy would have to do something big or stupid (like attempting to get herself hurt to get his attention) in order for him to break and hear her out. Cade is a very troubled boy but he’s trying…

[delirious-donna]

Safe Word [Tokyo Revengers]

an: thank you to the anon that suggested this to me, the ask is here. It felt more than a mere quick thought so it gets a proper post!

prompt: you safe word with your man, how do they react?

feat: Draken, Hanma, Mitsuya & Kazutora (separately x female reader)

warnings: use of a safe word, cervix fucking, mating press, dacryphilia, overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms, pussy eating, no prep, pussy fingering, degradation, fear, manhandling

Masterlist

Draken

The pleasant tingles that had coursed your form had given way to discomfort, the moans you had offered so openly as Draken drilled you into the mattress turned to grunts of distress.

His cock was hitting against your cervix, not a new experience but this time it was far too consistent to be ignored. That sharp sting of pain made you recoil and try to run from him.

Fingernails biting into his biceps and he hissed through his teeth at the sensation but he didn’t realise your state. Too lost in the fog of lust, a fog you had been equally lost in but the mist blew away each time his fat mushroom tip pressed right against the neck of your womb.

You tried to wriggle, to shift the angle or even escape his hold but it was impossible. One thigh pinned to your chest, a thick palm braced at the bend of your knee and the other anchored by your head. Draken growled at your attempts to run from him, still not aware of your pain.

“K-Kenny… s’too much. Stop,” you wailed, tears glossing your eyes and pushing futilely at his toned arms.

He grinned, wolfish and sexy as fuck but it was so hard to appreciate it when you felt like your insides were on fire. He thought you were playing, you knew it when he flashed that grin and rasped, “you can take it, baby. Always take me so well.”

The tears flowed freely now, sobbing at the stinging burn, at how pathetic you felt and how useful you felt at not being able to take him as you usually did.

“Red!”

Draken’s head snapped up, the fan of his loose hair tickling at your cheeks as he stopped moving immediately. His dark eyes searched your face and you looked away, your gaze sinking to the side as you cried harder.

His palm cradled your face, his hand so big that he could touch the entirety of your cheek and sweep away your fast-falling tears with his thumb. Draken looked fearful, his hips drawing back as he pulled his thick length from your drooling pussy.

Sweet relief bloomed in your chest and it only intensified as you were lifted into his arms. Your man was so very gentle with you like he thought you’d break apart in his hold if he squeezed too tight.

He shushed you quietly, cooing like a dove in your ear until your breathing settled and the tears slowed.

“What happened? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, baby. Talk to me.”

You shook your head, clearing your throat and tucking yourself deeper into the crook of his neck. “Just the angle, you were pressing on my cervix and it hurt. Usually, it’s once or twice and I can handle it but this was every time and I - I couldn’t keep going.”

“I’m so sorry baby. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Can you forgive me?” he pleaded, looking crestfallen and so very guilty.

It clenched your heart. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose yet he apologised so profusely that it made you giggle. How silly you were both being. It was simply a bedroom mishap, and that was what your safe word was for.

“Kenny, was an accident. I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” you corrected.

Draken stood from the bed, making you squeak as he carried you like you were nothing more than a feather. Striding with purpose he toed open the door and headed for the bathroom.

“Let’s have a bath and then I’ll rub your shoulders and back. It might have been an accident but I wanna make you feel good in a different way, ‘kay?”

How could you argue with that?

Hanma

Broken and sobbing, it was nothing new to you. How many times Shuji had bent you to his strong will with the practised precision of his wrist? Too many to count.

This was different. This was so fast approaching pain that panic-filled your chest and you hiccuped. Those golden-flecked irises studied your face from between your thighs, they didn’t take your expression at face value. Thinking you to be playing along when in actual fact you were on fire and not in a good way.

The lazy roll of his tongue over your clit sent spears of agony deep into your body, making you tense and of course, he took that for you clenching. Mistaken for want when it was far from it.

You weren't sure what made this time different, you knew well how Shuji got off on overstimulating you. Wringing you for orgasm after orgasm like a wet rag. Only satisfied when he finally let himself see completion within your cunt.

Maybe it was simply too much on this night, your little pussy just exhausted from everything he had given, nerves raw and you wanted to breathe instead of pant.

“Shu - stop, please. Need to breathe…”

He chuckled, spreading you open on his thick fingers and lapping at the remnants of your slick. What you normally enjoyed, his warm wet tongue flicking over your skin was more akin to the rough licks from a cat and you squirmed away.

Your feet digging into his back and using him as leverage to try and free yourself from the grip on your thigh.

“Where you running to, little one, ain’t done yet.” Came the amused reply, and that rough, deep tone ripped through you in the worst possible way.

“Pink!”

The amusement alight in his eyes went dull, face rising from the bed and grip moving away from your limbs enough that you could roll to your side and curl up. Tucking your chin to your chest and wailing like a damn baby.

The bed dipped, Shuji’s warm body settled against your back, curling around you like a protective dragon and his touch on your arm was more gentle than you could ever remember him being in the past.

“Too much?” he asked quietly, and you nodded. Blindly feeling for his arm behind you and winding it over your side and between your breasts.

You clung to his wrist, his palm grazing along your jaw and cheek. He was quiet for a long time, simply allowing you time to let it out and come back to yourself.

There was no judgement, no disappointment that he hadn’t found his own end, only quiet acceptance.

“C’mon babe, let’s get some water and we’ll make something to eat. It’ll help you feel better and you know you can’t trust me in the kitchen alone. I’ll burn the place down.”

Hanma Shuji, a scary badass on the streets, but the sweetest and most patient partner with the one he loved most in the world - you.

Mitsuya

He’d been desperate, so eager and impatient. Shoving you up against the door as soon as he reached you, no hello or welcome home.

Takashi had been away for days, finally arriving home and finding you still at work. He’d had nothing to do but think, to plan exactly how he was going to ravish you.

It hadn’t gone according to plan, too little prep before his thick fingers were attempting to bully past your folds and into your cunt. His lips felt so good on your neck, the heated words whispered did make you melt and my god, you really had missed him, but you needed a bit more attention to warm up.

“Takashi - baby. Please, gotta slow it down.” You whimpered into his shoulder, knees trembling from the swell of desire but it wasn’t building as fast as it could have.

The sting of taking digits into your pussy without adequate prep made you hiss, but he didn’t notice, too focused on feeling you and loving you wholly that he didn’t sense that he was doing the opposite.

It was a rare misstep from Mitsuya, and you knew it wasn’t anything personal. He was consumed by longing, of happiness at being reunited and of total desire for your body.

“Need you sweetheart, wanna feel you around me,” he rasped, sounding very unlike himself. His tone was thick, as if intoxicated and you squirmed in his hold. Stuck fast against the door, wrists held above your head in one tight palm.

You tried again to breach the fog of his lust. “Taka - stop.”

He only grunted, the intrusion of his fingers now biting into you with each short sharp thrust.

“Purple!”

Mitsuya halted, intense lavender eyes looked at you, really looked at you and he didn’t like what he saw. “Shit!” He pulled from your cunt, hand trembling as it extracted from your underwear and quickly let you go.

Takashi stumbled back with wide fearful eyes, such burning guilt seeped out and he was on his knees.

“Sorry. Sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. Missed you, I was too eager…”

With his face pressed to your stomach, you breathed a little easier now that he wasn’t pinning you to the door. Your fingers swept into his hair and cupped his jaw.

“You stopped, it’s okay. I just needed more warming up. I’ve missed you so much.”

Takashi swallowed his shame, standing again and searing you with a kiss that really did steal your breath. Your eyes fluttered and you melted into his chest.

“Let me show you how much I love you - properly,” he added, tugging you gently towards the bedroom. This was the man you were used to and you were glad he was home.

Kazutora

A bad day. A shit show of a day. The motherfucking worst of all days.

His rage burned him raw, crackled along his veins and he was taking it out on you. The very girl that loved him above all others, accepted him despite his dark past and his mistakes.

Degradation wasn’t new to you, in fact, you liked it but this was too much. Every word he hissed whilst he folded you in half was laced with such potent nastiness that your very soul felt lashed.

“Look at this pussy, slurping around me like a damn slut. Only good for getting pounded, yeah?”

You whimpered, face flying to the side so you didn’t have to watch the way his golden irises flashed so dark and menacing whilst he verbally whipped you.

“Nuh-uh, eyes here.”

His hand curled around your throat, holding you but not squeezing. Waiting for your head to swing back and do as he asked. You did it but were reluctant.

Harsh hips slammed with such force that you rocked, torso drifting further up the bed and it was like you were trying to flee him.

Your pussy was drooling around him, his cock pressing and massaging your sweet spot but you couldn’t enjoy it like you usually did. The harshness of his features, the especially mean words that he hurled at you, held your pleasure at bay.

Attempting to drown out his taunts, to let the physical enjoyment override everything else, you recoiled as he clicked his teeth and slammed his free hand against the headboard hard enough to hear a faint splinter of the wood.

Fear laced your blood, turning it icy in your veins and your heartbeat was so very loud in your ears. “K-Kazutora… please. You’re scaring me.”

But he wasn’t listening, consumed by his own irritation and the sublime feeling of dominating your smaller body that he missed the true panic and terror in your voice.

“Orange! O-orange!”

You were yelling so loud, thrashing so wildly that it took you a moment to realise he had stopped moving. He blinked, the haze of his anger dissipating as he looked down and found you looking back at him with fear. Fingers trembling as they sank into the sheets beneath you.

“Sweetheart - no. Oh god fucking damn - no. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you…” he enthused, pulling from the snug fit of your cunt and hauling you against his chest.

You accepted the affection, happy that your man had returned and no longer feeling any hint of fear. Stroking your back he cooed whilst you let out some held-back tears, the relief was palpable.

“I - I had a bad day. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, you are the best thing in my life. The one that keeps me in the light.”

Kazutora placed you with reverence against the pillows and looked sheepishly at you, fingers twisting until your arms stretched out and he grinned, settling his head on your chest.

“I should be taking care of you, but you’re always taking care of me. Can I - can I talk about it? My day?”

This was the best thing he could offer, an insight into what had unfolded for him and a chance to understand his reactions in tough situations. He stroked lazy patterns on your naked stomach as he spoke and it did wonders to soothe your soul.

“Hey,” you nudged him until he was looking into your face “you know I love you ‘tora?”

“I do and I thank my lucky stars every damn night…”

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A Life Lived, Forgotten

Plo Koon x Reader

Word Count: 1660

You were young when you first began seeing each other, just out of the academy and straight into an engineering job. Mostly your days were spent designing different parts of starships for the war. Part of you hated it, but through it you met Plo.

    You weren’t sure how you had become so wrapped up in the Kel Dor, but your relationship flourished, your work thrived, you learnt focus from him, promotions came thick and fast and most importantly, you were happy.

    Throughout your early years together, your relationship had been strained, but as the war went on, you realised you had no idea what strained really meant. Plo couldn’t tell anyone about you, you couldn’t tell anyone about Plo, you even went as far as to have fake dates scattered here and there to keep the gossip at bay. Your life with Plo was difficult for a while.

    The only thing that ignited you was the moments few and far between when you could be together in the privacy of your home. You could be a proper couple, have dinner, listen to music, argue about menial things and all of it was wonderful.

    You had once brought up children, not necessarily having any of your own, but more commenting on how happy some of your friends were with theirs. Plo had taken it to heart and stated how he couldn’t have children, it wouldn’t be fair to you and people would eventually find out who the father was.

    It was the first real argument you’d had, your position was easy, you were happy enough as you were, it was just an observation, but Plo had gone as far as to say that even marriage was out of the question due to the same reasons. He couldn’t put his position or yours at such risk.

    It was weeks before you spoke again, he’d been away on mission, it had been a particularly difficult one and he came to your apartment in the city to apologise and ask for your forgiveness. You didn’t dare ask about his mission, but you had a feeling he’d lost someone.

    Over the years, speaking more openly and calmly about the important things got easier. You were maturing as a couple and becoming more able to meet each other half way. Compromise was essential to the way you lived.

    It hadn’t shocked you when you woke up on your fiftieth birthday and found a few grey hairs, you just laughed it off, it came with age. But Plo had seemed almost lost for words, you didn’t understand it until he mentioned something about his own age. It hit you just how naive you had been concerning the age difference. It had never bothered either of you before now, but perhaps because you had never really considered what it meant.

    You would soon die and Plo would live on.

    He had become quiet for a while, not quite able to formulate words to express how he was feeling. He came to you one day to ask if having a child was still on your mind. You sighed and held him, you were passed the age in which you could have children anymore. Plo cried. He couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t hold himself together knowing a chance had been missed.

    You consoled him as much as possible, you tried to tell him it was fine, you had him and your work, it was enough. But Plo never saw it that way and instead asked if you’d still be willing to marry him.

    Clearly, he’d thought about how little time was left for you both to have the things you wanted, he didn’t want to waste another day. He even went to the effort of taking more days away from his duties to spend with you.

    You married in a quiet ceremony on a planet near the Outer Rim, where no one knew either of you. It was beautiful and peaceful and for a while, nothing else mattered.

    You soon retired from your job, knowing you couldn’t go on with your body beginning to give out, especially in your knees. Plo agreed retirement was probably best for your health. Once again, he took more time away from his duties to care of you when it was needed.

    Looking back on your life, you realised how lucky you had been, Plo didn’t see it that way, but you insisted that compared to the troubles you’d seen in your friends, you had had a great life. You were in love, there was no drama, no secrets, you could focus on your career, something you enjoyed to no end and not worry about working long hours and neglecting children or your husband.

    Plo had sat with you on countless nights on your balcony, taking in the night air and observing the beautiful city planet. You’d never wanted for anything more than happiness and you were happiest when you were with Plo.

 One night, you slept soundly, Plo had promised he would try to make it back early from a mission to see you, but you had been going to bed earlier and earlier as you got older, your body and mind were beginning to fail you, even your memory was becoming unreliable. The biggest problem that Plo had discovered was moments when you were getting out of bed, dressing for a job you hadn’t had in years, or times when you clearly had disappeared and your eyes glazed over, recognition of who he was had escaped you.

    Plo’s patience was called upon far more than he anticipated.

    The night he returned from his mission, the one where you were sleeping soundly, he debated with himself about whether to wake you, knowing if he did, there was a chance you would be terrified and unable to recognise him. So instead, he just lay next to you, feeling the force around you, trying to be a part of your dreams.

    Your death had come quickly and unexpectedly. Plo had woken up the next morning to find you in the same position he’d found you in the night before. He didn’t think it odd at first, you often lay in the same spot when your body was too difficult to move, but the moment he returned from stretching his body in the morning sun and you still hadn’t moved; he knew something was wrong.

    Plo placed the back of his hand against your cheek, he’d never felt your skin so cold before. He reached out through the force to find you, any piece of you that was left, but all he found was empty void.

    His body shook with desperate sobs, his mind turned to a thousand things he never said, a million things he never did and his being was filling with regret. Time was precious, he knew that before, but now he understood it so much better. He wanted to explain it to you, he wanted to go, to leave the Jedi Order and spend his life with you, the life you’d already had.

    Plo was inconsolable for weeks, he couldn’t move your body, he couldn’t make it known that he had ever been there, nothing of him was there in your life, it couldn’t be in your death. There were no photos of you together, no little pieces of him scattered around your apartment, it was as if he never existed.

    He didn’t know how to go on without you, he didn’t know why he couldn’t feel you in the force and he didn’t know how to conceal his agony from the other Jedi.

    Your body was discovered, as it should have been, by a carer who would come every couple of days to make sure you were okay. There was no reason for Plo to be notified, in fact, there was no reason for the Order to know you had passed away in the night, so really, there was no reason for Plo’s behaviour to reflect anything out of the ordinary.

    Your funeral came and went and so few people had gone, most of your friends had already passed away and you had no family to speak of. Plo stood in the back, his face concealed by his cloak, he made sure he went unnoticed, but he couldn’t bear the thought of not saying goodbye to you properly. The knowledge that the last thing he’d said to you was that he’d be with you before you went to bed, knowing he didn’t make it, was killing him.

    He missed your voice, your laugh, your body. It had changed so much over the years and he’d stayed the same, he couldn’t understand how he had been so naive to think you’d always be there. You were human, of course you would live a shorter life, of course you would die. But his thoughts had never been on that in the beginning, not until he saw your grey hairs.

    The signs were there, but love had blinded Plo to anything that told him he would lose you some day. And then the day had finally arrived where he would have to navigate the rest of his life without you. He’d never known a love like yours, it was so fluid and easy, nothing was too much trouble, there were no burdens or difficulties that you couldn’t manage together.

    Now the life he loved had ended and a new one, more difficult to navigate was starting. He meditated nightly, trying to find you through the force, but only found your memory in his mind, it was all that was left and the moments you’d shared in secret would never be known by another soul. Each time he meditated, it only brought him more pain and sadness, but he tried to find hope in his efforts to move forward. You wouldn’t have wanted him to be in pain, you would have wanted him to try.

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Not Enough

has anyone else just wanted Danny to go completely fucking feral at Dash? anyone?

yeah me too

this is some truly self-indulgent shit y'all

"Hey Fenton!"

Danny slammed his locker shut, sighing as Dash clapped him roughly on the shoulder.

"I'm throwin' a huge ass Halloween party this weekend, ghosts are all about Halloween right? You should totally come!"

It wasn't the first party Danny had been invited to since being outed as Phantom, but somehow Dash didn't seem to get the hint that he wasn't even remotely interested.

"No." Danny snapped, he threw his bag over his shoulder and turned his back on Dash, walking away without another word.

"What's your problem?"

Danny stopped, turning back around with a face of utter disdain.

"Excuse me?"

"I've been trying to be nice, but all you do is just brush me off! Like you can't even pretend to be busy or something?"

Danny stared, mouth halfway open as he tried to find the words to respond.

"Are you actually serious?" he finally choked out, almost too bewildered to be angry.

Almost.

"You're not still mad about all that stuff from before right?" Dash asked. "Like, I don't even do that shit anymore, it's over."

"Is it?" Danny's eyes flashed brightly and Dash took a half step back as the air went cold. "Because I'm pretty sure it was just yesterday that I pulled Mikey out of his locker."

"Well, yeah but that was Mikey." Dash laughed. "C'mon man, I wouldn't do that to you. We're totally cool now, so why you gotta keep blowing me off? You talk to Kwan like it's not big deal, and he used to wail on you all the time!"

Danny took a deep, slow breath, then another.

"Have you considered that maybe it's because I don't like you?" Danny said through gritted teeth.

Dash huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring at the ground.

"Look, I get it, I was a jerk, but it's over! I'm actually trying to be nice, now you're the one being an asshole."

Danny looked as though he'd been slapped.

"You're such a fucking idiot Dash." Said Danny, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "You can't just treat someone like shit every single day for two years and then expect them to get over it because you invited them to a few parties."

"Then how come Kwan gets to hang out with you?" Dash could feel his face heating up. "You're just gonna let him off the hook? That's not fair!"

"HE APOLOGISED!"

In one thunderous moment, every locker in the hallway slammed open, sending papers and books flying across the floor. The few students still packing up their things got the fuck out of dodge, whether this was a ghost thing or a Fenton thing (was there even a difference at this point?) they wanted no part of it.

Dash couldn't move, his feet felt heavy, he wasn't entirely sure if Danny had done something to him with his ghost powers, or if he was just afraid.

Because he was certainly afraid.

Even after everyone found out, Danny still didn't use his powers at school unless it was a ghost emergency. He didn't use them for pranks, didn't use them to get even, didn't even use them to show off.

But he was sure as hell using them now, and Dash suddenly realised why he was always holding himself back.

He was terrifying.

Danny took a few steps forward, stopping barely an arm's length away from where Dash was rooted to the spot, trembling.

"Kwan apologised to me." He said, quietly this time. "He apologised to my friends, he even apologised to some other kids, and when I told him that I wasn't ready to forgive him, he accepted that and left me alone until I was ready to talk to him again."

Dash wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to make his brain form the words he needed, it was too busy buzzing with danger run danger get out run run RUN.

"You made every single day of my life miserable for two whole fucking years, and that isn't even counting the bullshit you pulled in middle school. How do you feel right now Dash? Does it scare you to be around me? Does it scare you to be at the mercy of someone that you know damn well can hurt you?" Danny leant in, grabbing a fistful of letterman jacket. "I hope it does, because now maybe you'll have an idea what it was like for me going to school every fucking day knowing that you would be there, ready and waiting to hurt me. Every single FUCKING day."

Dash found himself being thrown backwards, his feet finally able to move again as he caught himself.

"I'm s-sor-sorry." he mumbled, his lips felt numb and tingly and his head swam with panic as he struggled to get the words out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Danny's voice cracked, his face wasn't twisted in rage anymore, his eyes were blue once again, and shining with tears. "Are you really sorry for hurting me? Or are you just sorry that the guy you were beating the shit out of turned out to be Phantom?"

"I didn't... I didn't know." Dash gasped out, he could barely hear his own words, all he could hear was his own heart beating loudly in his ears as he struggled to draw in breath. "I didn't know it was like that, I just thought-"

Thought what? What had he thought? That he wasn't really hurting anyone? That it wasn't that big a deal?

No, he hadn't thought that, because he hadn't thought at all.

"And you're gonna stand here and tell me I'm an asshole." Danny was almost sobbing as he raggedly spat out each word. "Because I won't forgive you for something you never even apologised for. This is the first time you even acknowledged that you were an absolute jerk to me, and you followed it up by demanding that I just get over it."

Dash stared down at the floor, it sounded terrible when Danny put it like that.

"I wasn't... demanding anything." he said, he was embarrassed by how whiny he sounded. "I was just trying to make it up to you, I was trying, I just thought... it's not fair that I can't have second chance. I was trying so hard and all I wanted was a second chance-"

"I DON'T CARE." Danny's eyes were screwed up tight, but it didn't stop the tears of fury from pouring down his cheeks, his voice so shredded with pain it was barely recognisable. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT. I DON'T OWE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING. YOU FUCKED ME UP AND YOU. CAN'T. FIX IT."

Dash didn't know what to do. Danny was openly sobbing, his breaths came out in grunts as he couldn't hold the rage and misery back.

He was still standing within arm's reach, Dash cautiously put out a hand, to comfort him? He wasn't sure, but he barely brushed Danny's shoulder before Dash found himself spinning violently and his cheekbone exploded with sudden pain as he hit the floor. Cold hands drew away from him roughly.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." Danny screamed. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

Dash watched as Danny grabbed his backpack and his footsteps disappeared down the hall.

It was over, just like that it was over.

Dash sat up and touched his face, he wasn't bleeding but he knew it would bruise pretty bad. It hurt, he would be squinting through one eye for a few days.

Danny could have done this to him at any time, he could have done it to him every day if he wanted, and maybe he would, now that he'd done it once.

The thought made Dash feel cold as dread pooled in his stomach.

The next day Dash told people he'd gotten his black eye from playing football, his team knew it wasn't true, but they didn't ask. He kept his eye out for Danny, wondering if he would pop up invisibly and knock him off his feet, or drag him through the floor, or hit him when nobody was looking.

He clung to Kwan's side all day, afraid to be alone.

Phantom could be anywhere, he could get him anywhere, if he wanted to hurt Dash nobody would be able to stop him.

Nobody had been able to stop Dash, and he didn't even have superpowers.

But in the end, nothing happened.

Dash went through the day untouched. Danny didn't even look his way. Not once. He just acted like yesterday never happened.

But it did happen, Dash still had the bruise on his cheek, and the terror set deep in his bones.

In the following days, weeks, months, Danny still never touched him, never looked at him, never talked to him. Dash realised that Danny probably wasn't going to do anything else after all, that maybe he hadn't even meant to hurt him in the first place.

He was a hero after all, he protected people, even people he didn't like. The only time he had ever come into contact with Dash again was to haul him out of the way of a ghost, and he did so with the same care as he would with anyone else.

Danny wasn't like him, he didn't gloat about hurting him, he didn't revel in the fact that Dash was scared of him. He just went about his day, acting for all the world like Dash didn't even exist.

Dash never gave him a true apology, it was clear Danny didn't want one, it was far too late for that.

It left Dash with a sick feeling of unfulfillment. He understood now what Danny had been going through, the pain, the terror, he wanted Danny to know that he was truly sorry, that he really had changed this time.

But he couldn't, because forcing an unwanted apology on him would just make Dash the asshole all over again, he was trying to steal a forgiveness that he could never have.

So he had to find his closure somewhere else.

He stopped picking on Mikey, and Nathan, and all of the other nerds he frequently hassled. He even tried apologising to them, some forgave him, others didn't, and he had to be okay with that. He struggled not to lash out, it still felt unfair, the world had always told him that you were supposed to forgive people when they apologised. It always happened that way on tv, in the cartoons he grew up watching. The mean kid would apologise, the other kids would forgive him, and they would all become friends.

He was realising that the real world was a whole lot more complicated than that, he didn't earn forgiveness just because apologising was hard, he was learning fast that he didn't earn any brownie points for taking responsibility for his actions. He was just doing what any decent person should.

It took him a while to come to terms with that, to stop being angry at people for not letting him make it up to them. For not letting him prove that he had changed.

All it took was to occasionally pass by Danny in the hallways for him to cool his jets and think more clearly. To remind him that he was the bad guy, he was the one who hurt people, that his victims did not owe him anything.

In his last year of school, he had found himself watching the juniors below him falling into the same behaviours, the same struggle for power and control. Pushing other kids around without so much as sparing a thought to how it made them feel.

After a lengthy chat with Mr Lancer, Dash was given permission to pull out younger students from detention one day a week. He would talk to them, ask about their lives, ask about their feelings. He would ask why they lashed out, why they thought it was okay to treat people that way. Most of them didn't have an answer, or simply refused to give one, but he would push, he wouldn't let them hide in ignorance like he did.

Some of them did feel guilt for the way they treated people, and they only needed someone they could talk to who could understand what they were going through, so they wouldn't take it out on whoever was around at the time.

Others would take more effort, they need a far stronger push in the right direction, they were defensive and combative, selfish and unapologetic.

Dash had been one of those kids, he knew they would be hard work, but he did his best. He couldn't help all of them, some were simply unwilling to change.

So he contacted the school-board, he pushed for better protection for students, more programs to help troubled kids, he volunteered to keep running his own counselling groups even after he graduated.

It still never felt like enough.

After graduation he turned down his favoured college to attend one closer to home so he could continue his volunteer work. He joined petitions and rallies for change across entire school districts, he spoke at other schools' anti-bullying campaigns. He'd attended enough of them in his own childhood that he knew they did next to nothing, but it gave him the opportunity to reach out to kids for one on one support.

He found more volunteers for his counselling groups, he helped people start them up in other local schools. It was a lot of work, especially when he was also juggling his college studies. He was taking a major in psychology, it was brutal, Dash had never been good at studying, but he'd decided that this was what he needed to do, this was important to him.

It still wasn't enough.

It would come at him in the night, as soon as he laid his head down on his pillow. He would see the faces of all the kids he hurt, it felt so much worse the older he got, they just looked younger and younger every time the memories came back to plague him.

He had beat the shit out of children. Kids who were the same age as the students he now counselled. He beat them until they were bloody or bruised, he shoved them into lockers, pulled pranks that humiliated them in front of the whole school, and he had laughed.

He'd laughed at their pain.

When the guilt weighed him down, he would begin searching for new programs to volunteer for, new petitions or rallies to get behind, always finding another way to help protect kids like Danny from kids like him.

And to protect kids like him from doing things that would one day haunt them.

He had spread himself thin across every school in the district, barely keeping afloat at college, but it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Kids still slipped through the cracks, schools were still too lenient, there were too many kids, not enough volunteers.

Casper High was holding another anti-bullying assembly. It had been a few years since Dash had attended one at his old school. This year they had excitedly announced that they'd even secured an appearance from Phantom himself.

Dash's blood ran cold, his hands shook as he went over his notes, he was slated to do his speech alongside Phantom's, they would be sharing the stage for a solid 75 minutes, barely a few feet from one another.

When Danny showed up he was already in Phantom form, Dash spotted him discussing emergency exit plans with one of the organisers in the event of a ghost attack.

He was so different from when they were in school.

He was tall, and broad, he stood with confidence and had a good natured charm to him. He was a hero, he was strong, he was brave. He could fight monsters ten times his size with a smirk and a witty one liner. He could take on anything, he wasn't afraid of anything.

He was a kid, running down a hallway, screaming words that still pierced through Dash's mind every time he saw the hero's face.

"DON'T TOUCH ME."

Dash's hands clenched around his notes, shaking so violently that they barely even looked like words.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

"Dash?"

A deep voice cut through the chaos in Dash's mind as cold hands closed over his tremblings ones.

"It's good to see you again."

Phantom was smiling at him, his hands still closed around Dash's.

"Good... good to see you too." Dash mumbled, not able to meet the man's eyes.

Phantom paused before releasing Dash's hands.

"I've heard all about your work." Phantom grinned as Dash finally looked up and met his eyes.

"Yeah." he said, and then before his mind could catch up with his mouth, he blurted out, "I'm sorry, for everything."

Phantom's eyebrows rose for a moment, before he gave a gentle smile and clapped a hand on Dash's shoulder.

"I know." he said warmly. "Thank you."

They gave their speeches, Dash had told his story many times before, the victim that he'd pushed to breaking point, the boy whose words drove the change that made him the man he had become.

For the first time ever, that boy was listening.

After the assembly had packed up and the volunteers were heading home, it was Danny Fenton who approached Dash and asked if he wanted to go grab a beer together.

Dash thought it would be rather awkward, but Danny had plenty of experience socialising with the public, awkwardness slid right off him, and soon enough Dash found himself laughing alongside Danny as he told a story about the new misadventures of the Box Ghost.

He returned to his dorm that night, head still swimming from one too many beers, and he had the best sleep of his life.

He pulled back on some of his volunteer work, hunting for new people to take his place as he focused on college. He was falling far behind, but he would work hard to make his way back. As a volunteer he could only do so much, but with the right education and training, he could do so much more.

The guilt still haunted him, every so often when the pressure and the stress weighed heavy, it would creep back into his mind. It would probably never go away, not entirely, but at least now he had his closure.

Finally, it was enough.

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[chippedaxe]

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Title: Irritated Arousal

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, thigh f!cking, sub reader, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy

Synopsis: Karl with a reader that gets angry when they’re h word <3

Pairing: c!Karl X Sub! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: unedited* idk why I wrote this? I was just bored one night and couldn’t think of anything else to do.

- also don’t bully the title, LITERALLY couldn’t think of anything better!

- also I copied and pasted this from my notes instead of writing it on tumblr so that’s why it might look a bit weird or different!

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Your head whipped around to stare blankly at the silly boy “what?” You spat out at him as he stared back dumbfounded “why’re you upset, is it because of me?” He poked your cheek innocently and you slapped his hand away.

“Yes! It is- go away!” You waved him off “please tell me what’s wrong! What did I do???” He started nagging at you and pulling at your clothes which annoyed you even more “stop it Karl!” You exclaimed “ah- sorry!” He pulled away and apologised “I just- I’m really annoyed right now!” Your face was tinted with what he thought was anger but was really embarrassment.

You knew how you got when you were horny and you knew the crabby attitude that you were portraying was just a front to hide how desperate you are. You crossed your arms and tried to take it off your mind, trying to avoid Karl as well.

“Come on sweetheart, what did I do wrong?” Karl caressed your cheek and you shivered slightly “don’t do that- I told you! I’m just annoyed!” You pushed him away “would it be better if I let you alone for a bit?” Karl got up to give you some space but you stopped him “Yes! Wait- no? Maybe? ugh- I don’t know!” You held your head in your hands.

Your thought process is literally fucked when you’re horny, most of the time you’re unable to think of things other than sex when you’re aroused. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?” Karl gave a sweet smile, you knew exactly how you wanted to answer that but hesitated.

“Maybe..” you considered whether or not to just straight out tell him, you’d expect him to tease you for being cranky over something so silly. “What can I do for you, honey?” Karl leaned back on the couch “you.. could..” you tried to think of something but your mind only led you back to one thing. Sex.

“AH! You’re a stupid nerd!” You shouted and then stomped off, you were obviously irritated and a bit annoyed but you didn’t wanna say or do anything that would actually be damaging. “Stupid? I’m literally the smartest person in the world” he joked around and you gave him a weird look.

“Aw come on! I thought you’d like that!” He lowered his head, you sighed in defeat. He was really trying to cheer you up even though he didn’t know what was wrong! You may as well tell him your problem, right? I mean he should be happy to help!

“What is it?” He noticed your sigh and came over to caress your face, you lowered your head and buried your face in his chest as you confessed sheepishly “I’m horny.” He gave out a little laugh “sorry- what?” He asked again “I’m.. horny!” Your face was full of embarrassment, you felt slightly humiliated.

“Is that all? I thought you were really upset with me for a moment!” He snickered, his lips pressing to your cheek for a moment. He straightened his back “alright then- we walking back to the bedroom or are you happy for me to take you here on the couch?” You pouted at his question, obviously you didn’t care where he stuffed his dick inside of you!

You didn’t bother to move so he just assumed you wanted to fuck on the couch, Karl got on top of you and started to lean in for a kiss. You snubbed him and turned your head, you still weren’t feeling happy with how long he took to figure out you were horny!

“Still mad? That’s alright, I’ll fuck the happiness into you! Or at least fuck the anger out” Karl kissed your temple lovingly “shut up” you tried not to smile at his silliness “make me!” Karl tried to kiss you again but this time you let him, his lips capturing yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

His lips were warm and soft, it made you melt underneath him- or the anger might just be melting you. You reached up and took a hand full of his hair, using it to deepen the kiss. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, the pink muscle slithering around every crevice of his mouth.

He pulled away for air, his face red and Karl’s hair sticking to his forehead. He was panting and starting to become really sweaty “aw gross! You’re all sweaty!” You complained but he laughed “oh baby, I know you love it!” He kissed your cheek again.

Karl unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off “it’s starting to really get hot in here” he sighed when the cold air hit his body. Karl then took your shirt off for you and inspected your body, the way he looked at it was like he’d never seen it before, like this was the last time and he’d never see it again.

You squirmed under his predatory like gaze “don’t stare at me like that, hun’ it’s making me feel exposed..” you complained lightly “oh I’m sorry darling, didn’t mean to make you feel ‘exposed’” he laughed to himself as he slowly leaned in and began leaving light kisses along your jawline.

You tilted your head back a bit to allow him more room, he smiled against your skin and began to suck a little bit as he kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your chest curiously, pinching and grabbing at the soft flesh. You whined out loud as he groped you up, hands clawing at the couch.

“Y-you’re taking too long..” you voiced your complaints, feeling slightly agitated at how he was testing your patience “just thought you might like a bit of foreplay, forgive me..” Karl caressed your cheek. You slapped his hand away and huffed “I’ll hurry it up now then, pants off please darling” he smiled at you.

You pulled your pants down your thighs and let it drop to the floor, thumbs hooking under the waist band of your underwear and sliding them off as well. Karl leaned back and admired your body, eyes glazing over every nook and cranny.

Karl gently parted your legs, his eyes immediately being drawn to your aching hole. “Oh darling, that looks painful.. let me help you” he lowered his hand down and allowed one of his slender fingers to curl up inside of you. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squinting to look at him.

“Is this too much?” He asked you, you shook your head and decided to be a bit of a brat “n-not enough.” You told him. Karl’s smile faltered for a bit but then returned when he shoved a second finger into you, your hole taking his hand so easily.

Your tight fleshy walls clenched around his two fingers, your breathing became a bit more heavy as you were starting to get close. “G-gonna cum..” you warned Karl “oh? Already? But I thought you wanted me to fuck you..” he pouted at you. You could see that he was obviously teasing you but you still gave him what he wanted.

You opened your legs up more and looked at him through your eyelashes, head tilting downward slightly “I want you to fuck me still..” you spoke quietly. Karl smiled and pulled his hand away from your hole which made you whine, you then quickly dismissed your negative feelings as he replaced his two fingers with his penis.

Karl slid himself into you gently, your hole already being stretched open- sucking him in. You leaned your head back and arched your back a bit, your hips aching from the hold that Karl had on them.

Karl gripped your hips tightly, starting to thrust against you. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust he did, the sounds of skin on skin echoing around the room. You hoped your disturbing noises wouldn’t be heard from outside.

You squealed and struggled to keep your mouth shut as Karl pressed himself deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressing against your insides. Karl let out a soft groan as he rocked his hips against you, nails gently dragging along your thigh which left light scratch marks.

You couldn’t help letting out a loud moan, feeling much better letting it out than to conceal your pleasure. Karl started going faster the moment you started being more vocal which only encouraged you to stop being quiet.

You were sure the whole SMP could hear the two of you now, heaving sweaty bodies pressed to each other with the sounds of clapping and groaning in the room. Your hands wrapped around Karl’s torso, nails threatening to scratch his skin.

Tears pricked at your eyes gently as you felt what may have been the best orgasm of your entire life about to approach, you tapped Karl and tried to make it clear that you couldn’t hold on for him any longer and you had to let go “g-gonna cum!!” You exclaimed “that’s okay baby, do it for me..” he encouraged.

You let go, cumming around his cock. Juices from you started to leak out of your hole and onto your thighs, making you groan in annoyance “oh perfect.. Baby, you don’t mind if I get off with your thighs, do you?” Karl smiled up at you.

You shrugged and laid down, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, feeling a bit sensitive as Karl pulled out of you and slid himself between your legs. His dick slipped between both of your thighs closed together.

He started to fuck himself against you, now only thrusting for his own pleasure and enjoyment “oh thank you, baby..” he moaned out softly. His hands gripped onto your soft plushy thighs, his cock twitching against you which let you know he was about to cum.

Karl shuddered, his hips pausing their movement as he suddenly came; cum shooting out onto your thighs and covering a bit of your stomach. “Ah! Thank you!”Karl flopped on top of you, arms hugging your sweet body “No problem but I’m all dirty now!” You complained “I guess we’ll have to bathe together then, my dear” Karl chuckled before kissing your forehead and getting up to run you two a shower.

[violettelueur]

ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HOW THEY WOULD APOLOGISE TO THEIR MAD S/O

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sakuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments

| form : headcanons

| published : 27 november

| request : Hello! How are you? Hope you’re taking care of yourself :3 can I request headcanons for Itadori, Megumi, Gojo, and Sukuna making their s/o really mad for x reason and what they would do to make it up to them/apologize? Thank you have a great day/night!

| barista’s notes : hiya! this one was kind of hard for me to do since it was hard to come up with reason on why you were mad at them (some of them are really stupid in my opinion...ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ) but this update is going to be the last one for the night since it is 12am aka midnight and i’m going back to school after being in isolation for 14 days!＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／thank you so much for requesting for a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

ITADORI YUJI:

Itadori will be the most clueless boy ever and doesn’t even know that you are mad at him in the first place.

It might take a few days or a few hours at best for him to realise that you were mad at him - probably Fushiguro will tell him that you are pissed at the boy.

Once he FINALLY finds out that you are angry at him, he would try to think back on what he could have done to make you angry at him - and boy, does he think long and hard because once again to remind you: he is clueless.

Did he do something stupid again? Did he accidentally eat your food again? Did he forget something? DID HE FORGET AN IMPORTANT DATE? 

Yes, when he tries to recall what he did that made you annoyed at him, he does tend to overthink it.

You know what you were mad at him for? He had indeed eaten something of yours by accident. The reason why you were mad at him was because he ate the last of your ramen that you were saving after the mission that you were set was finished.

Now since Itadori thought he was completely screwed, he would full-on plan a whole game/movie night with you. 

Sukuna would lowkey mock the dude as Itadori was preparing his room causing our poor boy to worry even more since Sukuna was making him feel more nervous.

This preparation of his will include the game consoles set up, piles on DVDs on the table for you to choose for the both of you to watch and your favourite ramen that he brought from the closest store - that he also still doesn’t know he ate accidentally ate - cooked and set on the table for you guys to munch on.

Once everything is prepared, he would slap Sukuna’s mouth if he is still talking and would make his way to your room.

Now, this can go two different ways:

1. You are too stubborn to give in and refuse to leave the room that he would beg you and lowkey will physically drag you out of your room.

2. You would sigh and agree to follow him to see if he realises what was the issue and see what was going on because there was a lot of ruckus in his room from what you heard.

Once you see his room, you are generously surprised at what he had prepared since you didn’t think he would put this much effort to apologise to you - you generally just wanted a verbal ‘sorry’ but this was too cute to not forgive him.

Once both of you settle down and get into what YOU had chosen to do, he would apologize in a nervous tone since he STILL doesn’t know why you were mad at him.

“Yeah babe, I’m really sorry for what I did, well...I still don’t know what I did but I kinda notice you were mad at me and I didn’t know what to think since I thought I forgot a date that he planned or-”

This boy will ramble and ramble until you stop him by kissing him since you didn’t realise that he was overthinking it.

“Baby, don’t overthink it, I was mad because you ate the last ramen packet that I was saving but this whole thing really was a lot then what I expected, but thank you so much for preparing this whole thing! I love you!”

“Am I forgiven then?” - this boy I-

“Yes yes yes you are, I forgive you Yuji”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: 

Fushiguro Megumi. Now how do I say this? This pretty boy will be between not realising that you are mad and realising instantly that he had angered you.

When he doesn’t realise that you are mad at him, he would notice the small behaviour changes that you express from a slight frown on your face or now you would give him short answers.

Short answers being: “yeah”, “alright”, “okay”, “nah” ect, with the longest answers being “that’s fine/cool” or “I’m not feeling it”

But! That was only towards him, with the other guys you would give more detailed answers to them, making him surprised since he probably asked the same thing.

Once he realised that you were annoyed, (like Itadori) he would try to wonder what he had done wrong and (unlike Itadori) he would most likely figure out what he had done wrong this time.

The reason why you were mad at him? You were angry at the pretty boy because he was hiding his feelings again.

Even though you knew that Fushiguro wasn’t one to express his emotions freely like the others, you both promised each other that you would go to each other when either one of you was having issues or problems that were bothering you.

And since you knew that Fushiguro held in his emotions, you allowed him time to come to you when he needed - but this time, you knew there was something that was bothering him extremely to the point where he was getting distracted during missions

Distracted to the point where he was nearly hit if you didn’t come to protect him and allow him to snap out of his daze.

Now that the reason was identified, Fushiguro would quickly try to figure out how to now apologise to you. 

Since Fushiguro is a good listener, he would most likely buy a small bouquet of your favourite flowers since he remembered you mentioning that random fact from a conversation that you both had around when you and Fushiguro first met, trying to get to know each other.

He doesn’t apologise in front of anyone because this little issue was about you and him and not everyone else.

So when he found you somewhere in the hallways, he would lightly place a hand on your shoulder before shoving the flowers in front of your face - since he didn’t want you to see his flushed face.

Of course, you are really surprised since who wouldn’t be when a bunch of your favourite flowers just randomly appear in your face.

Once you take the flowers from his grasp, he would probably have a hand scratching the back of his neck - why was he nervous now when seconds before he was just fine?

“I’m really sorry…….for not telling you what was going on, I just didn’t want to bother you with my issue and all that,” - this would be said in a low mumble that you nearly couldn’t catch what he said.

“Mimi, telling me what is bothering you isn’t a bother, I want you to be okay, just please when you’re comfortable to come to talk to me, if you need a shoulder to lean on, I’m right here,”

There are times when Fushiguro forgets that you don’t mind him ranting off when he needs to and that you are a shoulder that he can lean on - he just used to keeping everything in until he met you.

“Also, you remember my favourite flowers, thank you so much, Mimi, you are forgiven, I love you,”

Just seeing you smile at him again after so long is enough for him to smile as well, knowing that you have forgiven him.

GOJO SATORU:

Mr Gojo ‘steal your girl’ Satoru. 

Now this man will make you mad on a daily but not to the point where you are now.

And Gojo will notice INSTANTLY that you are mad at him because he is so used to making you mad due to his constant teasing.

But this time you weren’t mad at him because he took his teasing over the line. No, no, no, you were mad at him because he was late for your date.

Even though Gojo is known to be very handsome and the ‘perfect’ person to everyone on the outside of the shaman world, his lateness was one of his worst traits about him.

Sometimes you ask yourself if he does this on purpose - but in the back of your mind, you know that he attracts many curses and that he had to fight them - but this time, you knew that he was late because he was just late.

So while you’re waiting for him with a slight scowl on your face, you would constantly check your phone to see if he texts you or just to check the time.

Of course, he would send the usual ‘I’m going to be late’ with a cute emoji at the end - like that was going to make your anger lessen at all.

But when he does text you that he had arrived at the date location, you were ready to explode at him for making you wait - for like how many dates now?

However, once he arrives with his fashionably late safe, he would come prepares - Haha try to get mad at him now~

In his hands, there would probably be a white bag containing the souvenir that he had been wanting to give you after his mission but didn’t have the time to, or a white box containing your favourite cake from your favourite cake shop/cafe/bakery.

Damn it, this guy knows that food always solves every issue~

“Sorry for being late to our date honey~ I wanted to get you your favourite cake that I forgot that there was going to be a long line at this time, hope you can forgive me~”

THEN THIS MAN WILL TILT HIS SUNGLASSES GLASSES TO LET YOU SEE HIS CRYSTAL BLUE EYES - LIKE WHY????

Damn it, now you can’t stay angry at this man.

The fact that he dressed up so nice, got you your favourite cake and let you see his beautiful eyes made you realise that you can no longer be mad at him.

Like the boy put in the effort today…

Taking the cake from his hands, you would probably blush and say “thank you...but I’m still mad at you”

If you say this, be prepared for this man to cup your cheeks and continuously kiss you, trying to affectionately make you forgive him. 

Okay okay okay, now he’s just trying to be very very cute.

“Am I forgiven now honey~ I’m sorry that I made you wait, please don’t be mad at me”

“Okay, okay! I forgive you!”

Expect that cheeky smile that he would give you after you forgive him - I mean like, you have to now.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

Apologise? Would he? Does he even know what ‘sorry’ means? Do you think he would?

If he really cares about you, he would probably push away his pride and there would be a 50/50 chance that he would apologise, so don’t expect it much.

But if you were really mad at him and ignore him for most of the day, he would probably get very very annoyed.

Why weren’t you paying him any attention? Why weren’t you looking at him? Why weren’t you asking for him to shift with Yuji and let him have you all to himself? Why?

The reason? You were mad at him because he exorcised a curse that you knew you had the capability to do yourself.

Does he think you're weak? You were just angry at the thought of Sukuna thinking you were frail since you were an independent woman and he had no right to do your goddamn job.

Once he gets to his boiling point, he would demand Itadoru to switch with him and if his vessel would ignore him for your sake, he would continuously shout at the boy even when he is trying to sleep - poor Itadori……

Once it gets too much for the boy, Itadori would run to you and just randomly grab your shoulders to stop you from what you were doing and quickly explain what was going on.

“Okay, I’m going to switch with Sukuna and you are going to talk to him. He’s been annoying me ever since you stopped talking to him, please shut him up!”

Then before you would even get a single syllable out of your mouth, he would just switch quickly to let the both of you deal with your situation.

“Okay woman, talk to me! What have I done?”

You would probably just stare at with an annoyed look and tut at him before turning your head away like he doesn’t exist.

However, he doesn’t take this action of yours lightly and would probably grab your chin - gently since you are mad at him - and would just start leaving biting your neck.

“Sukuna! Stop it, the marks are going to show!”

“Not until you tell me what I have done wrong woman”

“Sukuna! OKAY! You think I’m weak and I hate the fact that you think I am, I can exorcise curses myself you know!”

Ha? You were mad at him for protecting you? Sukuna thought that it was ridiculous that you were mad at him for that reason - but will just go with the flow because even though you were just a powerful sorcerer to him, you being angry was a slight fear of his (Sukuna fears Oh my….)

“Idiot, I was protecting you”

“I can protect myself dickhead”

“Ha? I apologise, then, there done, do you forgive me?”

Sukuna….what type of apology was that?

If you say no, he would just continue to bite on your neck to make you forgive him since he really wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

“Sukuna! Stop it!”

“Not until you forgive me little one,”

Ah, that nickname always gets to you, doesn’t it? - Girl, I don’t blame you….

“FINE FINE FINE! I forgive you, just stop biting my neck”

Looking up at you and looking you at dead in the eyes, he would literally say, “I don’t think so, I was actually having some fun marking your neck, let me continue little one”

I-.....go ahead…….