#hate when doing the things I’m ’supposed to’ feels like I’m dying a little

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[rosierin]

a hair toning intervention | atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis; osamu comes home with brown hair and atsumu feels personally attacked.

his solution? changing his hair too, duh.

a/n; this was super fun to write bahahaha

i've seen a few versions of this historical miya event in other fics before and thought i'd do my own version hehe. hope it made ya smile as much as i did!!!

also, this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

(Y/n) was midway through opening a bag of crisps when the front door swung open.

She looked up—only to freeze completely.

Her lips parted. The crisp never made it to her mouth.

Beside her, Suna and Atsumu both gasped in unison, equal parts stunned and horrified.

Osamu strolled in casually, tossing his keys onto the counter like nothing was different.

But something was different.

Very different.

(Y/n) blinked. “Wait. What.”

Atsumu, gawking, stared at his twin like he’d grown a second head.

Suna, frowning, tilted his head. “There’s something… wrong with this picture.”

Osamu raised a brow. “What?”

(Y/n) stared. Then she turned to Suna. Then to Atsumu. Then back to Osamu. As if making sure they all saw the same thing.

Then she pointed at him. “Your hair!”

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

The silver was gone.

Not just dyed over—completely gone! Chopped off, neatly styled, the strands a deep, natural brown that she had never actually seen on him before.

She gaped. “Osamu—you’re a brunette again?!”

Osamu blinked, like he had forgotten to mention it. “Oh. Yeah.”

“OH. YEAH??” Atsumu finally snapped out of his daze, gesturing wildly. “SINCE WHEN??”

Osamu shrugged. “Since this mornin’.”

Suna let out a low whistle, staring at him like he was some kind of glitch in the matrix. “You look like a different person."

(Y/n) grinned, stepping closer, eyes shining.

“No way,” she breathed. “This is so weird—but in a good way! It’s your natural colour, right??”

Osamu nodded, feeling a little shy.

She studied him properly, still trying to process the change. It completely altered the way he looked—not in a bad way, just… different. Warmer. Softer, somehow.

She clasped her hands together, practically bouncing on her feet. “You look so handsome! It suits you so much!”

Atsumu physically recoiled at her outburst.

“No, it don’t! It’s like he’s a teenager again! I hate it!”

(Y/n) immediately whipped her head toward him. Glared.

“You shut your mouth,” she scolded. “He looks great.”

Osamu blinked at her. His lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the sudden wave of enthusiasm.

“Uh. Thanks," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

(Y/n) beamed.

Atsumu groaned. “Ya can’t be encouragin’ this! He looks like some responsible adult now, it’s unnatural!”

“Maybe ‘cause I am a responsible adult.”

“No, yer Osamu, you ain’t supposed to change!”

Osamu rolled his eyes. “Yer bein’ dramatic.”

(Y/n) nodded in agreement. “I agree with Osamu."

“Yuck,” Atsumu muttered. “Feels wrong hearin’ those words together.”

Osamu smirked. “Get used to it, blondie.”

That’s when it happened.

Atsumu froze.

The gears in his head started turning.

And then, a sudden, creeping realization dawned on him.

He was now the only twin with dyed hair.

The only one with unnatural colour.

Osamu was now the twin with the “normal” hair.

His face fell.

(Y/n) saw the exact moment the identity crisis hit him.

Atsumu looked at Osamu. Then at himself in the mirror. Then back at Osamu.

"Well, now I have to do somethin’ to mine."

Suna groaned. (Y/n) sighed. Osamu smirked.

And just like that—Atsumu’s hair crisis began.

The next day, Atsumu dragged (y/n) aside like he had breaking news.

Serious. Grave. The end-of-the-world kind of serious.

“Alright.” He exhaled. “I’ve thought about it.”

(Y/n), halfway through sipping her morning tea, already regretted being here. “Oh no.”

Atsumu ignored her.

“I’m changin’ my hair.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes briefly. Then sighed, muttering, “God, give me strength.”

At that exact moment, Suna and Osamu strolled into the room—mid-conversation, chuckling about something irrelevant.

“Oi, you two,” Atsumu called, waving them over like a man with a mission. “We’re talkin’ hair.”

Suna paused, glanced at Osamu, then back at Atsumu.

“…No thanks.”

Osamu snorted. “Yeah, I’m good. Haven’t even eaten breakfast yet.”

Atsumu ignored them too.

“I’m thinkin’… platinum. Ya’know— white.”

Suna let out a long, suffering sigh.

Osamu rubbed his face. “….No.”

(Y/n), already knowing where this was going, rested her chin in her palm. “Here we go. Tell us more, Lady Gaga.”

Atsumu continued undeterred.

“Or!—pastel pink.”

Suna, without missing a beat: “You’d look like a rejected K-pop star.”

Atsumu frowned.

Osamu smirked. “Yer gonna look like an anime protagonist.”

Atsumu scowled harder.

(Y/n) sipped her drink, silently agreeing with both assessments.

Atsumu, ever determined, pressed on. “What about black?”

Suna arched a brow. “You think you can handle the responsibility of dark hair?”

Atsumu hesitated. “What the hell does that mean?”

Osamu smirked. “It means ya talk too much to pull off the mysterious bad boy look.”

Suna nodded. “Yeah, you’re too loud. Feels illegal.”

Atsumu scowled.

(Y/n) tilted her head. “You don’t have to change your hair, you know. Blonde suits you.”

Suna’s smirk widened. “Plus, you know what they say about blondes…”

Osamu snorted. (Y/n) bit back a laugh.

Atsumu immediately tensed. “I’M NOT DUMB.”

A beat.

Looks were exchanged.

Nothing was said, and yet everything was said at the same time.

Atsumu’s eye twitched. “You guys are NO HELP. Gimme actual suggestions instead of bein’ mean!”

(Y/n), having had enough of this nonsense, finally spoke up.

“…Why don’t you just tone it?”

Atsumu blinked. “What?”

“Toner,” she repeated. “It keeps your blonde, but it takes out all the brassiness so it looks cleaner.”

Atsumu stared. As if she had just started speaking another language.

“…What the hell is toner?”

Suna’s mouth twitched. Osamu looked away.

A second later—

The two of them BURST into laughter.

Giggling. Giggling like schoolgirls.

Osamu actually had to hold onto the counter. Suna covered his face, shoulders shaking.

(Y/n) exhaled. “Oh my god.”

“What’s so funny?!” Atsumu demanded.

Osamu, composing himself, barely managed, “there's no way."

Suna wiped a tear. “You’ve been blonde for YEARS and you’ve never used a toner?”

Atsumu crossed his arms. “No, ‘cause I didn’t know it was a thing!”

“Oh, we know.”

(Y/n) decided to take pity on him. For now.

“Listen,” she started, talking slow like she was explaining something to a child, “you know how your hair sometimes looks a little… yellow?”

Atsumu’s eyes narrowed. “What do ya mean, a little yellow?”

“She means it looks like piss," Suna helpfully added.

Atsumu whipped around. “Excuse me??”

Osamu, still grinning, leaned against the counter. “He’s got a point.”

(Y/n) bit back a laugh. “The toner will fix that.”

Atsumu scoffed. “My hair ain’t piss-yellow.”

Suna, deadpan: “It is.”

Osamu, nodding: “Yeah.”

(Y/n), “Yeah, a little bit.”

Atsumu gawked at the utter shade his so-called friends were throwing at him.

Osamu clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, ‘Tsumu, it’s time"

Suna nodded solemnly. “We’re helping you.”

(Y/n) smirked. “For the greater good.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes, but the seed was planted.

“…Fine. Let’s do it.”

And just like that—the Hair-Toning Mission was officially set in motion.

(Y/n) stood at the sink, reading the instructions on the toner bottle, while Atsumu sat on the edge of the bathtub, fidgeting like a restless child.

Behind them, Osamu and Suna loitered in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching like they were witnessing history in the making.

Atsumu sighed dramatically. "This feels like a mistake."

(Y/n) didn't even look up. "You say that like you didn't beg me to do this five minutes ago."

Osamu snorted. "It probably is a mistake, but we're already here, so."

Atsumu whipped his head around. "Shut up! You abandoned the twin hair pact first!"

Osamu raised a brow. "Atsumu. That pact existed when we were ten."

"It was fifteen, actually!" Atsumu threw his hands up. "Ya betrayed me!"

Suna hummed. "Hate to break it to ya, but (y/n) is actually doing you a favour. Your hair’s been looking… rough."

Atsumu scoffed. "My hair is fine."

(Y/n) sighed. "Atsumu, honey, do me a favour and look at yourself in the mirror."

Reluctantly, he turned.

There, under the bright, unforgiving bathroom lights, his unnatural yellow-blonde hair looked even more tragic than usual.

He blinked. “…Oh.”

Suna immediately started laughing.

Osamu clapped a hand on his shoulder, mock sympathy written all over his face. “Happens to the best of us."

(Y/n) clapped her hands together. “Alright, enough existential crisis. Let’s fix it.”

Atsumu grumbled but sat still as she gloved up, mixing the toner with developer.

The moment she picked up the brush, he flinched.

"Yer sure this ain't bleach?"

(Y/n) paused. Then, with a deadpan expression—

"Oh, my bad. This is actually hair remover. Hang on, lemme just—"

Atsumu's eyes bulged. “WHAT?!”

Osamu and Suna cackled from the doorway.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding, dumbass."

Osamu leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Honestly, the bald look might suit ya."

Atsumu pouted. "Yer all evil."

(Y/n) finally started applying the toner, brushing it through his roots while trying not to laugh at the sheer amount of facial expressions he was making.

It didn’t sting, but Atsumu sure acted like it did.

"Oh my god, this smells so strong—"

"It's literally just toner, Atsumu."

"It feels weird—"

"That's because you never take care of your hair."

"Wait— Is my scalp tingling? What if I'm allergic?"

(Y/n) paused mid-brush stroke. "You literally bleach your hair every few months. You're fine."

Suna barely held back a laugh. "He’s dying, (y/n). It’s over."

Atsumu gasped dramatically. "I CAN FEEL IT SEEPIN’ INTO MY BRAIN."

Osamu rolled his eyes. "That would imply ya have a brain."

Atsumu pointedly ignored his brother.

Meanwhile, Suna swiped open his phone, thumb hovering over the "record" button like he was itching for a disaster. "If it turns out bad, I'm sending pictures to everyone we know."

(Y/n) sighed, fighting the urge to smack all three of them. "Can you clowns hush up for five seconds?"

Atsumu huffed. "Fine. But hurry up."

(Y/n) worked quickly, coating every strand with precision, her hands expertly weaving through his hair.

Atsumu, for once, actually sat still.

It was oddly quiet.

(Y/n) blinked, pleasantly surprised. "Are you actually being patient?"

Atsumu smirked, leaning back into her touch. "What can I say? I like the feel of yer hands in my hair."

Osamu physically gagged.

Suna made a loud retching noise. "Get a grip."

(Y/n) dropped the brush onto his lap. "Do your own hair, then."

"NO, NO, I TAKE IT BACK—"

(Y/n) sighed. "Shut up and let it sit."

Atsumu grumbled but obeyed.

And so, the waiting game began.

Suna leaned back against the counter, smirking. "So, worst case scenario, his hair turns purple, right?"

(Y/n) smirked. "Or green."

Atsumu sat up violently. "WHAT?"

Osamu chuckled. "Relax. Probably won't happen."

"PROBABLY?!"

Suna snapped a picture of his panicked face. "That one's goin’ in the archives."

Atsumu groaned, head in his hands. "I shoulda just gone pastel pink."

(Y/n) patted his head. "Too late now."

Atsumu leaned over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror.

And for once—he was speechless.

His blonde was still there, but softer, cleaner—less like an overripe banana and more like an expensive golden shade straight out of a salon.

Slowly, he ran a hand through his freshly toned hair, tilting his head to admire it from every angle.

A pause.

Then—

“HOLY SHIT, I LOOK GOOD.”

Osamu groaned. “Here we go.”

Suna sighed. “What have we done?"

Atsumu. Did. Not. Care. He was in love with himself.

He fluffed his hair. Styled it. Messed it up, then slicked it back. Different angles. Different expressions.

He even leaned in closer, squinting. “Damn. Who’s that fine piece of—”

(Y/n) reached forward and physically turned his head away from the mirror. “Enough.”

But even Osamu had to admit, it looked better.

Suna gave a slow nod of approval. “I hate to say it, but it’s actually… not bad.”

Osamu hummed. “Yeah. It's definitely an improvement.”

(Y/n) grinned, stepping up to Atsumu.

Then, to his horror—

She pinched his cheeks.

“Aw, you look lovely!” she cooed, mockingly.

Atsumu’s entire expression dropped.

"Hah—?!"

(Y/n) giggled, giving his face a playful squeeze. “You look adorbs 'Tsum 'Tsum!”

Atsumu, gaping, stared at (y/n) with disbelief written all over his face. "'Aborbs'? ''Tsum 'Tsum'? Are ya kiddin' me?"

He whipped around to Osamu. “How come he gets normal compliments, and I get treated like a toddler?” Atsumu pouted. “I demand a redo!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“Fine.”

She released his cheeks, crossed her arms, and tilted her head slightly.

Then, with a perfectly smooth, slow smile—

"You look hot, Atsumu."

Atsumu’s brain short-circuited.

Was that steam coming off his head?

A blink. Then another.

His ears turned red.

(Y/n) smirked.

From behind them, Osamu and Suna absolutely lost it.

“HE’S WHIPPED.”

“HE’S SO GONE.”

Atsumu snapped out of it, scowling. “THAT AIN'T FAIR! SHE TRICKED ME! THAT WAS SORCERY—"

Suna, grinning like a demon, leaned closer. “Heart racing, 'Tsumu?”

Osamu smirked. “Sweatin’ a little there, 'Tsumu?”

Atsumu whipped around, unable to articulate. “SHUT YER TRAPS, BOTH OF YA.”

(Y/n) just shrugged, entirely unfazed. “You did ask for a real compliment.”

Atsumu covered his face with his hands. “Yer killin' me, woman.”

Osamu patted his shoulder. “You’ll live.”

Suna leaned in, voice dripping with amusement. "Go on. Just say, “Thank you, (y/n), I am hot.”’

Atsumu flung an empty shampoo bottle at him.

(Y/n) laughed.

And just like that—the hair-toning adventure was complete.

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I was in a car accident yesterday (car took most of the damage, I’m ok other than bruises and sore muscles) and the whole thing has been a whirlwind of insurance and hospital and half asleep crying. I was wondering if I could request James potter x reader for comfort in a situation like that? I’m going through it rn lol hope you’re having a good day :)

Oh I'm sorry lovely! I had a very similar thing happen a little over a year ago, it's sooooo exhausting even when luckily no one is seriously hurt. Thanks for requesting, hope you're having a good/better day too <33

cw: past car accident, no details but talk of general aftermath of police questioning, insurance, etc.

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 799 words

The way James half-jogs up to the automatic doors of the hospital, seeming caught between walking and running, feels like someone is pressing down on the bruise of your chest. You wish you’d called him sooner. 

“James,” you call as he comes in, hating how your voice cuts through the taut quiet of the waiting area. It’s worth it for how his whole self softens when his eyes find you. 

He slows to a fast walk the rest of the way to you, the urgency slowly leaving him—which is appropriate, there is no urgency, everything has happened already—like an engine running out of steam. You stand as he nears, and both of you reach for each other before James hesitates. His hands stop midair, his brow tightening for a moment, before they come tentatively to your elbows.

“Hi,” he says, squeezing. “How bad is it?” 

“For me or the car?” you joke. 

“You.” James is feeling too earnest for joking, it seems. “Well, both of you. But you first.” 

You really thought you’d cry when you saw him. Worried you’d make a whole scene, blubbering and inconsolable, but you don’t seem to have any tears left. It makes sense, you suppose; you’ve cried a lot in the past few hours. First the slow, shaky kind right after getting out of your car, and then a real cry when a police officer had pulled you aside to get your version of events. (It had been embarrassing. She’d been nice about it, though.) Now, you wait for the tears to come, but for all your relief at seeing your boyfriend you feel rather dried up. 

It makes you wish, once again, that you’d called James sooner. You’d wanted to, of course, but you’d been nearly certain you’d be even less capable of holding yourself together if he were there, and there wasn’t much reason for him to be anyways. He was at work and you weren’t terribly hurt, so there was really nothing he could have done while you were talking to the police and the tow company and the paramedics and attempting not to drown in an overwhelm of insurance information. The only thing you really wanted him for was to hold your hand.

“I’m okay,” you say, the necessary preface. “A bit bruised up. My chest got the worst of it.” 

Unconsciously, your hand comes to your sternum as if to demonstrate, gravitating towards the center of the ache. James’ hand follows, seemingly just as thoughtless as it covers your own. He can’t see the bruise, but he makes a low, sad sound anyway. 

His care softens your voice. “They said my neck will probably hurt tomorrow, but it doesn’t yet.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” James sounds really, truly heartbroken for you. “And the rest, it hurts a lot?” 

You shrug. What’s a lot? You know you could’ve had worse, much worse; still, you could do without that frightening soreness that comes with each breath. 

“It’s not too bad,” you say. “I could still hug.” 

It’s the question he’s been dying to ask, clearly. James’ arms are around you in a second, ardent but still gentle, palms pressing to the high and low points of your bag. It’s a good hug. You melt a little against him. 

James tucks his face into the side of your neck, like he’s trying to get as much contact with you as he can. “I wish you’d called me when it happened.” 

“You were at work.” 

“I’d have left work.” 

“There wasn’t anything you could do. I was fine, I just had to…” a little sigh escapes you, exhaustion creeping in now that he’s here “...talk to people. Insurance and all that.” 

James makes a soft, half-agreeing sound. His thumb strokes the base of your neck. “Still. I could have held your hand.” 

A new ache rises in the back of your throat, coming to join the rest. You wind your arms tighter around James. 

After a few, silent moments, he kisses your neck chastely and loosens his hold. “Ready to go home? Anything else you need?” 

You shake your head. “I’m signed out,” you say, so eager you feel like you could float out the doors. You hope you can entice James to lie in bed with you when you get home. You think you’ll sleep until tomorrow. “Let’s go, please.” 

“Alright, you don’t have to say please, sweetheart.” James curls an arm around your shoulders, pressing a smile into your cheek. “We can go. You need one of those wheelchairs for me to take you out to the car?” 

“Ha ha,” you say drily. “No.” 

“Just checking. Think maybe I ought to ask for one, just in case?”

“James. I will take your car home without you in it.” 

“Alright, lovie, I’m coming.”

[girl-lostconnection]

We are doing slow and steady because it feels right for me but frankly, if someone wants to talk about the au or has any thoughts of their own…hit me up, I’m dying to talk about this thing while it stews

Unsweetened Lemonade AU (part 3)

Warnings: bullying, food as coping mechanism, Punk!Ghost x Nerd!Reader, trauma bonding (in a way ig), harassment

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4

Being bullied is a lot like constantly being in the spotlight. A bad kind of spotlight, one you never sure how to fully evade.

There are days when you think you mastered it and you can keep going with your life but it’s never lasts long.

People on average are very frustrated with the lack of response they get from you, sometimes it feels like it pushes them to be even harsher on you when you don’t cry.

You don’t understand why — relatives and older cousins often brush it off, advice to just “don’t pay attention to them and it will go away” or “don’t give them a reaction and they will get bored”.

It never works.

The more distant you are — the worse people get, the more vicious and dangerous their attempts to get a rise out of you become.

It hurts and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts.

Gets a little easier when you eat something — anything really, but sugar works the fastest and warm food soothes the best.

You are a big fan of potatoes actually, meals with them always feel a little warmer. A little better.

As if life can be not just tolerable but enjoyable.

The feeling never lasts, because a different one takes its place as soon as you are done with your food.

It opens up abyss in your chest, cold slimy feeling of it spreading under your skin like someone opened a can of worms inside of you and let them roam freely.

It makes you feel stuffed and on the verge of gagging, like you ate too much (you know you ate too much, it always happens, you just can never seem to stop in time — too hungry for comfort, too hungry for happiness, too hungry for love)

You hate this feeling.

You don’t know what it means but its not better than how school makes you shake and makes you feel lightheaded, sounds suddenly too sharp, everything too much, heart pounding like it wants to ram through your ribs.

You are scared and upset and you are so mad it makes you want to scream and rage, so maybe someone finally hears what feels like meltdown you’ve been having inside of your head.

Like screaming in the middle of the room, when you are on entirely different wavelength — people simply do not hear you.

Like the article you read about the whale who vocalised too high for others of his kind to hear — forever silent, forever lonely. The odd one.

Sore thumb of its family.

The thought makes you cry about the damn whale a little more than you should, but maybe that’s these bits of mourning you allow yourself for both of you.

Ghost isn’t sure he understands you for the most part because well…he never really wanted to — opposite sides of the loser spectrum, remember?

But there is something in the way you always brace for impact, in the way you know exactly how to stay under the radar, in the way you never cry in front of anyone no matter how badly it gets.

You start sitting with him during lunch, huddled closer to the wall so your back is covered. Every time you make your way to the spot across from Simon you give him something.

An apple, an orange, energy bar, half bag of candies, sandwich, juice box, a nice pencil (technically not a gift, you were supposed to just lend it to him but it looks like Simon Riley was raised in the damn forest and he doesn’t give it back. Should’ve known better)

And at this point it all feels a lot less like charity and a lot more like a bribe? An offering? (Can he consider himself a very vengeful god? Or a very moody spirit? Or (ha-ha) a really unpredictable ghost whose pill you sweeten up every time so he swallows it without chomping your bloody hand off).

Simon isn’t sure what to make of it.

Ghost just takes it, always stuffing it in his backpack quickly, like part of him expects you to snatch it away and laugh in his face. (Nice things aren’t for him but you keep bringing him stuff and he’s never gonna say no to free food or something nice. It’s his now, you already gave it to him and he almost gobbled it down, hiding it in his cheek like a chipmunk)

Realistically it’s not that anyone could laugh in his face and walk away unscathed because perpetually brooding and always ready to bite Ghost never pulls his punches. But still.

“What if”, you know?

Ghost doesn’t talk to you because he doesn’t know how to. What would you two even talk about?

But he makes one unfortunate comment about your appearances and gets a glare so scorching it makes fine hairs at the nape of his neck raise in something very akin to trepidation.

You hiss that it’s rich coming from him and his fucked up mug and suddenly Simon can’t help but snort, sound shocking both him and you — his cheekbones flashing red as he turns away.

A bone-deep part of him likes to see you flare up, likes to see the lights turn on in the haunted house you call your head.

He likes to see you biting, something in him finally content to hear the imaginary growl of your wounded animal.

This type of pain he understands. This is the anger he gets well.

His cup of tea, that’s for sure.

Ghost sits with you during lunches and other than that your paths don’t cross because well…why would they? You are not friends and he’s not your bloody knight in shining armour.

But there is a slight change, almost unnoticeable— like torturously slow shift of tectonic plates, like watching a pine tree grow, like cracks in years-old iceberg.

Ghost doesn’t seek you out but he notices ones that a different bully now (the first one is still nursing fractured nose, he hopes, fucking wanker) causes you trouble in the library — stands too close, lets his hands wander too loosely, offers to go “someplace quiet”.

Simon feels like a bucket of ice was just dumped on him.

Ghost cracks his neck and slings backpack over the shoulder, striding in the library like he’s one ominous icebreaker. Would suit him well, he’s used to ramming through problems with nothing but his body.

Ghost growls that library IS quiet and that the damn rubbish of a person should fuck off right now if they don’t want to know how it feels to have a broken nose.

Like the one their friends has, happy coincidence, eh? Surely that’s something they can have a little chat about.

Ghost drawls “chat” like it’s an insult and barely holds back the urge to snap his jaws in the face of the person who harassed you in the broad bloody daylight.

Simon herds you away deeper in the library, eyes scanning the space, finding a table in the corner and he just jerks his head — there. If you feel like reading your bloody books in a public space guess he will need to sit himself down too.

After all, your offerings?bribes?gifts? shouldn’t be in vain. Ghost despises charity and doesn’t need anyone’s fucking pity, much less yours.

But if it can be mutually beneficial arrangement…well, surely you can bring him two apples instead of one.

You look at him a little too long for his comfort but you frankly do not give a toss right this second. It’s absolutely insane and you never would have thought that in the past but you are actually relieved to see him.

Everyone knows that Simon “Ghost” Riley is aggressive cunt with chip on his shoulder and heavy paw of a hand.

But maybe it’s a good thing if you want people to leave you alone.

Maybe it’s a good thing that you don’t extend your hand and he doesn’t bite.

Maybe it’s a good thing that you stay silent — he guards your back while you do homework, you bring him food and don’t stare when he practically inhales it — his hunger palpable and dripping from the tips of his overbite.

You know the desperate raw intensity that makes people like you two crave the most basic of comforts.

Anything to fill the slimy void in your chest and his belly.

You find that you don’t mind. You aren’t sure if you care either (but something inside you clenches when he breathes out in relief and gobbles up container of baked potatoes you sneak in for him).

Simon isn’t sure how to feel about it either. It’s nice and he doesn’t do nice.

But maybe there can be some exceptions. Small ones. Nothing too big, yeah? You are not friends after all.

And he’s not your bloody knight in shining armour

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[kawoala]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES . . . !? suna rintarou ; 7.

╰ ⨳ word count ; .7k (705)

╰ ⨳ content warning ; profanity 、 ice skating almost DATE!! 、 komori x runa!! yayy 、 rin helping you skate.

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you’ve never been ice skating before. that much is obvious as you wobble on the ice like a newborn deer.

runa and komori had fucked off somewhere two minutes into all of you showing up, tatsuki had brought his girlfriend and was currently skating around with her, and rintarou…

rintarou was stifling his snickers as he watched you lose balance and almost fall for the seventh time in as many minutes.

“i’m so bad at this,” you complain, a whining tone to your voice. rintarou laughs— loudly— and you groan. “is it more embarrassing for me to get a roller thing, or for me to say fuck it and let go, resulting in me falling and dying?”

“dying?” rintarou repeats, quirking an eyebrow. the smile he’s wearing is one of confusion and amusement. “you’re not going to die, y/n. the fall to the ground is like, three feet.”

you ignore the not-so-subtle dig, resisting the urge to laugh. “not from the fall,” you say, shaking your head. “from the embarrassment of falling.”

he’s quiet for a moment, like he’s thinking, and then he skates towards you. you kind of hate him for being able to do it so easily— but you look into his eyes and that feeling fades. he holds his hands out towards you and you tilt your head. “i’ll help you.”

the confusion on your face washes away when you realize he wants you to take his hands in your own. “um,” you hesitate. “i- it’s okay, really. i think i’m fine by this… lovely wall.”

he gives you an unimpressed look and skates towards you, reducing the distance between you. he’s less than a foot away from you now. “come on,” he says, taking one of your hands. “promise i won’t let you fall.”

slowly but surely, you let go of the wall and take his other hand. you probably look ridiculous; feet too far apart for you to get your balance, squatted down so you’re closer to the ground, terrified look on your face. you don’t care. all you can think about is the way rintarou’s hands feel against yours.

“i don’t-“ you cut yourself off, sliding against the ice, but rintarou steadies you, pulling you closer to him.

“i told you i wouldn’t let you fall.” he smiles. god, that smile. “stop bending your legs, it makes it harder for you to balance. and stop looking down. you’re just tripping yourself up.”

you do as he says, swallowing hard. eventually, it gets easier. you’re no longer wobbling as much, and you’re a lot less anxious with rintarou holding you up.

“i think you’ve got it,” he says with a laugh.

he goes to pull his hands away, but you accidentally on purpose trip a little. “shit,” you curse. “sorry. i don’t- maybe you should… keep helping me?”

he stares into your eyes, still smiling. “okay.” he nods.

you do that for a while. holding hands and carefully skating. it gets to a point where you know you don’t need his help, but refuse to let go of him.

you think you could get used to this. ice skating, you mean. obviously.

when the night ends, you’re slumped, barely able to walk with how much your legs ache. runa gets in komori’s car— on accident, she says. but you don’t believe her. not with the way she smiles and giggles as she waves goodbye.

the ride home is quiet. mostly because you can’t find any energy to talk, but also because you don’t know what to say.

“thank you for-”

“thanks for-“

of course you speak at the same time. “sorry,” you say with a shy smile. “you go first.”

“thanks for coming,” he glances over at you, eyes flickering down to your lips for just a brief moment.

“uh, yeah.” you nod. “i was going to thank you for inviting me. i had a lot of fun. even though i almost fell, like, seven times.”

and then he snorts. you can tell it’s supposed to be a laugh, but it comes out wrong and he snorts. you look at each for mere seconds before you burst into laughter.

yeah, okay. maybe you could get used to this, too.

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Ch. 28

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Ahhh! Like & Rb if you’re dying to know what happens next.

Billie’s POV

I lie awake, tossing and turning, unable to shut my eyes without the events from yesterday replaying in my head on a loop. My brain directed what I should’ve said or done differently, beating myself up deservingly.

I looked to my left, seeing Ellie fast asleep by my side. Her hair was neatly swept over one shoulder and her even breaths were barely perceptible.

Suddenly, the room lit up from my phone screen displaying a notification.

On the screen, a text from Remy. I squinted my eyes, turning down the brightness and reading the message.

Remy: I’m outside. Can we talk? 2:02am

My pulse stopped as I locked my phone.

Fuck.

I quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty, and shut the bedroom door behind me on the way out.

I walked down the stairs hesitantly, afraid of another fight. Afraid I’d have to make her hate me even more.

I looked down at my sweats and oversized t-shirt, sighing before opening the front door for her.

I crack the door open a bit, peeking through. There she was. A cold, miserable Remy, in distress.

I opened the door more, shocked at the image before me.

Her eyes were bright red and swollen too. Her face flushed, and her expression drowning in agonizing sorrow. Her long hair a mess, pushed behind her ears loosely. Not one speck of makeup on that damningly perfect complexion of hers.

“Remy, what are you doing here?” I asked, my brows softly furrowed.

“I need to talk to you.” Her voice was hoarse, like she’d been shouting for hours.

“What is it?” I stood, wanting to bring her inside, but my feet stuck on the floor beneath me. I couldn’t.

“Please, can I come in?” Her eyes pleaded, hopelessly anguished.

I closed my eyes, sighing, pinching the bridge of my nose with one hand and holding onto the door with the other. I tried to be firm. “Right now is not a good time, Remy. Ellie’s asleep, and-“

“Please, Billie.” Her little voice broke, causing my heart to crumple up and fall out of place, into my rib cage.

I caved, pulling the door open, allowing her to duck under my arm and walk inside. She walked into the living room and I followed behind, hesitantly.

She sat on the edge of the couch, watching me stand several feet away. I didn’t want to get too close.

“What is this?” I said, my voice low, keeping in mind Ellie was in the room above us.

“Please, just hear me out.” She breathed out. I could see her collecting her thoughts and paving out where to start.

I blinked slowly, my heart beating as fast as Remy’s foot anxiously bounced on the hardwood floor.

“I came to tell you I’m sorry. That it’s all my fault.” Her voice was shaky, almost a whisper.

Hearing her speak felt like knives carving every one of her words into my chest.

“Remy, I don’t want your apologies. I wanted you to hear me and see me back then. How many more times was I supposed to let you fuck me over.” I tried to be as quiet as possible. It was a mistake letting her in.

“Billie—“

I rubbed my arm up and down, trying to self-soothe. “I tried to get you to understand, I tried to wait and see if you’d keep your word, but you just kept on putting everyone else first! You don’t get it. I literally felt like the last thing on your mind, all the time. I felt invisible one too many times, especially when all I did was put you first, Remy. That killed me. I just wanted better for you, and you told me I was just obsessed with you. You painted me out to be some controlling piece of shit. I just wanted to take care of you!” All of it came out in one huge rant.

“I feel awful.” She looked down at her hands fidgeting in front of her. “You didn’t deserve that.”

She looked ashamed. Her soft demeanor about to break any second now.

“No, I didn’t.” I tried to be strong. I can’t cave.

She paused, silence filling the air for a long time.

“Remy, you should go.” I said softly, signaling towards the door.

“Please.” She looked up at me, sincere in all ways.

I sighed, giving her a single nod.

“I fucked up, I thought I could do it all, but it ended up burning me out. I burned myself out, pleasing everyone else. Everyone, but the person that loves me the most.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, bringing tears to my own eyes.

“Remy. Please, just stop-“

“No. I set out a goal to give everyone else what they wanted, and left you out. I didn’t fucking do enough, Billie, I should’ve just stopped to see what I was doing to you.” A tear dripped down her cheek, bringing her hand up, frustratingly, to wipe it almost immediately.

I could tell she was trying not to show weakness in front of me now. It broke my heart she didn’t feel safe enough to freely express her pain anymore.

I walked closer to her, standing by the couch, still a few seats away from her. I wanted to tell her she wasn’t completely at fault. That I took part in destroying us.

“Remy, we can’t just keep-“ I prayed she’d drop it, that she’d stop trying, all out of fear that I’d cave.

“Please, let me talk.” She stopped me. I sighed, listening to her desperate attempts at fixing our mess.

“You shouldn’t be here. This isn’t good for us.” I rubbed my face, feeling like I’d gone pale.

“It’ll be different this time. You’ll never feel alone again.” She pleaded.

“Remy— That’s not—” She cut me off.

“I don’t know what to do anymore. I know what you need from me now, but back then I didn’t see it. I was being selfish. I was angry, I was so angry.”

I felt heard, I felt seen. I felt validated. I felt a head-rush and became afraid I’d fall if I didn’t hold onto the couch. A sudden storm of emotions made my stomach turn. I wanted to throw up. Word vomit.

“I need you to leave. Now.” I pointed at the door, holding my stomach with one hand. My anxiety was turning me into a mess.

“I won’t. I’m not leaving you, I won’t let you push me away again.” She said, firmly.

God I wanted this to be a dream. I wanted to wake up and be in bed, next to Ellie. The one who had not hurt me yet.

“It was you who took care of me, made sure I had everything I needed, even when I gave you shit for it. Even when I tried to act like I could handle it myself.”

My eyes began to water.

“I always knew I’d have you, if one day I woke up with nothing. And- And I lost you. I actually have nothing now. I wake up every single day with nothing, because I don’t have you.”

That’s exactly how I felt too.

She began to let her tears stream down, not having enough hands to wipe them away. It was like an inflatable pool with holes in it and not enough pieces of duct tape to patch them up.

“I’m sorry that it took so long for me to realize that.” She sobbed. “I’m sorry that it had to come this far for me to realize that you were the only one who actually cared. You were right. About everything.”

I thought about what every one of her words meant, careful not to let them get to my head. I wake up every day feeling like I have nothing, because I don’t have every aspect of her. Her mind, her soul, her body… Her. I wonder what her version of having nothing meant.

Her sobs grew uncontrollable and they only broke to gasp for air. I ran to her, sitting next to her, afraid to touch her, as if she might shatter into a million glass pieces.

“I— I’m sorry, Billie—“ She cried with deep, convulsive gasps for air in between each word.

Her rugged breathing scared me, I scrambled with my words, nothing would come out.

“I love y-you, s-so much— I ruined e-everything! Please, please don’t hate me.” She put her face down, into her knees, hugging them tight. Ashamed to break down in front of me.

What did her love for me mean? What did she mean by love. I wanted her to love me in the same way I loved her, but I knew better than that.

For years, I toggled back and forth between wondering if it’s worth being loved to her extent. Even when I knew I wanted more. But each and every time, I told myself that whatever amount of love I get from her, is worth every last tear I could ever produce.

My eyes betrayed me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Overwhelmed with emotion, I cried, audible ragged breaths leaving my mouth.

“Stop. No, no more. Come here.” I wrapped my arms around her shaking body, lifting her face, which was contorted in distress. I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like I was torturing her.

“I’m s-sorry, please forgive m-me. I’ll do anything to show you how much I love-“

I spoke over her, cutting her off, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Her gut wrenching cries muffled into my chest, vibrating my whole body. She shook in a panicked state, covering me in her tears.

I rocked her back and forth, my voice cracking with every word, my body and mind completely breaking down. “I love you, I’m right here.” I sniffed in, trying to keep snot in my nose.

I breathed in deep, taking in her scent. The same scent I spent nights dreaming about, only to wake up without. It felt like home.

“You’re everything I have. None of this matters if I don’t have you.” She whimpered hysterically.

“You have me. You have me. I’m sorry, Remy, this isn’t only your fault. I’m sorry-“

“No, I’m sorry, I’m the worst fucking-“

“No, you are not. You’re not.” I said firmly, squeezing her tight, emphasizing my words.

“So much has happened these last few months- and all I wanted to do was tell you.”

“I’m sorry,” I cried, “It just wasn’t the same anymore-“

“I know, I fucked everything up.” She tried her best to catch her breath but couldn’t.

“Listen to me. I need you to know something.” I pulled her on my lap, holding her tight. I brushed a hand through her hair, gently cradling her like a new born baby.

I took a deep breath before saying anything.

[sitp-recs]

Thank you for all your lovely recs. I have been reccing for a friend who doesn't do Tumblr, using my own loves and some from you. However, they have a much lower tolerance for angst than I do, and I have kind of run out. Do you know any gentle loooong fics? Have you got a previously made list...I wasn't sure what to look for.

Hello friend! I’m honoured that you’ve thought of my recs, I hope your friend is enjoying them! Long fics usually come with significant angst to drive the slow burn so I can’t think of many, but maybe these would be a good fit? I also have a list for tender fics that might be helpful, although most of them are short/medium length. I hope my followers have more recs to share!

On Our Way by evils (E, 30k)

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The July Tree by @oknowkiss (E, 51k)

Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail… nor well-meaning friends, nor questionable communication skills, nor seven years of hating each other’s guts can keep Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from falling in love.

Sweeten to Taste by @saintgarbanzo, @babooshkart (E, 51k)

It starts with Draco's buckwheat crepes with honeyed oranges. Or maybe it starts with his porridge with toasted walnuts and homemade apple butter. Or perhaps it starts with the cinnamon buns Draco made from scratch with mascarpone icing. Harry just knows he's hungry for more.

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How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy.

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Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

The Liars Department by DorthyAnn (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine.

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[cautionwetspiralstaircase]

here's pili's end-of-stream rant from yesterday (right after killing ros for the second time) that i transcribed for fun earlier ^ ^ ft. him yelling at god (?) and freaking out about pangi

(source: Dtowngato 27/28 Jan 2025 PREPARING MYSELF TO FIGHT CLOWNPIERCE (im cooked) - Realms SMP ---- Main Account @/dtowncat, around 2h51min)

(CW suicidal ideation i guess)

Pili: I’m done. [Bad: Pili!] [laughing] I am done. I am done. I am done. I am so done. I- [laughs] I am so done! I can’t do this anymore. I- I can’t do this anymore. I am done. I am leaving this place. I’ll come back on the 31st, and you know what- you know what- maybe I do deserve dying, maybe I do deserve to get myself humiliated, [yelling] I am done! I am- [in a more normal voice, as he turns around and starts looting Ros’ drops] I- actually kinda need the armour, gimme a second. [laughs] Lemme- lemme- [in a loud voice] spare change... [stuttering] Spare- spare change... Spare- spare change- ooh, cobweb. Spare change... Spare change, anyone? Any- s- um. Um. Spare change... Um. [To BBH] Can you give Ros her tools? I’m just leaving this place. I am so- [Bad: Mm-hm] you know what, [laughing] I am so done. I am- [starts running out of spawn] I am so done! I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I am so leaving. D- I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I am sick and tired of no one taking me seriously, I am sick and tired- I tell people things, they don’t understand, [laughing] they- don’t understand, I- am done. I’m done. I’m gonna leave Ros, one life, maybe she’ll start appreciating her life more. Maybe. Maybe- [indistinct noises]

[quietly] I’m done. I’m done. I’m so done. I’m so done. I’m- so actually done. [pause] [shoots a teleportation arrow] I’m so- you know what, I- I genuinely feel so bad about it- [falls from a height before getting teleported again] oh. Ouchie. [inhales] I genuinely- I genuinely- I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. If I’m such a bother, if I’m such- an asshole that I’m gonna leave. Like no one ever wants me and I- I get why. I’m not playing victim here, I get why, but it’s just, I’m- I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done with this, I’m done with everyone, I’m- I’m- yknow what? [getting louder] I deserve this. And here’s the thing. [laughing] I’m not victimising myself, I’m a fucking asshole! And what?! I am! And what! I- This- is- literally happening, is gonna happen over and over and over again, and it’s just gonna get worse, it’s just gonna be worse than before, and I’m not gonna be able to stop it! I’m not gonna be able to stop myself! So I might as well just like actually leave. I might- I might actually just leave. I might actually- I’ll come back on the 31st, everyone fucking hates me probably. Everyone fucking hates me now. Like it’s done! It’s done! It’s not- there’s no coming back from this. There’s no coming- I- I do this to myself. Every single time. [hits the table] I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. No, I deserve this. I- deserve this. I...

[inhales] I just- [pause] [laughs] I deserve this. 

I actually deserve to die. [pause] You know- [pause] [laughing a little] when I get my fucking ass beat, I am so gonna enjoy every single second of it. When he makes me- actually fucking regret every single choice. I’m gonna be enjoying it so bad, cuz- I for sure deserve it now. 

I’m just leaving. I’m- I’m- I’m just leaving.

I’m such a fucking coward. [inhale] I am such a fucking coward. [laughing] I am- I am such a fucking coward and I hate myself!! Oh my god! [inhale] Ever- [voice breaking, laughs again] Every single time! Dude. Oh my god! Every single time! I can never do it! I can- [frustrated yell]

Such a fucking- coward, dude. It’s crazy. Dude! It’s just- why do I keep killing- weak people?! Why?! I don’t understand! It’s actually a problem! Oh my god! 

[yelling] Like- what am I supposed to do?! [frustrated noise] Like- they don’t even give a proper fight! Like- [pause] like- Tubbo died in two hits, Ros died earlier, Ros died now in two hits- like- I killed Piso for fuck’s sake! I killed Piso! It was Piso’s like first fucking day on the server in like a month. And I killed him! And I fucking killed him! I killed Fit! I- am the only person that I- really wanna fucking kill. I can’t! I literally can’t! I’m- [stuttering] always standing there like a stupid fucking idiot. I always stand there like a- stupid fucking idiot. And I’m [laughing] never- I- 

[he walks past a skeleton horse trap and lightning strikes]

Oh. For fuck’s sake. [looks up at the sky] Can you please leave me alone for one damn time. I am. So done. I am so done. Like how much you want me to suffer, how much- how many times- how many times, cause you made me this way. You fucking made me this way and you know that I can’t stop, but you didn’t make me even strong enough- you didn’t have the fucking guts to make me strong enough, dude. That is- [frustrated noise] [inhale] I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I need to- I need to take a chill pill. I- actually, hashtag chill pill. Cuz we are so chill. I am so chill I am so chill I am so chill I am so chill I- I am so nonchalant, I am so chill that if a fucking zombie just took- actually, no! Actually, you know what, maybe I don’t deserve to die in Clown’s hands! Maybe this entire time I don’t deserve it, cos I don’t feel like I’ve earned it. I am- I need to- I need to work harder, I need to train harder, I- [pause] I need- to work harder cause I- it’s so far not good enough. I have- [indistinctly] it’s so far not good enough, and I don’t know, I think this time I might take the L again [mumbling] I genuinely think this might be the one that I take the L. Yeah, I know, never gonna be good enough. [laughs] [inhales] My whole life is a joke! It’s actually baffling. [inhales] My whole life is a joke. [inhales] [quietly] Oh, no. Pangi’s so dead. Poor Pangi is so dead. [laughs] He’s so dead! [quietly] I- fucking killed him. Oh my god I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid I fucking killed him. Oh my god I fucking did it. [pause] Oh my god I fucking- dude. [exhales] It’s gonna happen again, it’s gonna happen again isn’t it, it’s gonna happen again! [inhales] It’s gonna happen again!! Ahh!! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh- I wasn’t even thinking about him. Oh my god. I wasn’t even thinking! I wasn’t even thinking properly I wasn’t even thinking through! Oh my god I’m so stupid I’m so stupid I’m so stupid! I wasn’t even thinking through! Oh poor Pangi- ohh my god- [quieter] how many more times am I have to go through this, again- [laughs]. I- w- [frustrated noise] I genuinely wish that I never met him. I genuinely wish that I never met him. This is.

Oh my god... Ohh. That guy is gonna- [falls a short distance] oh my f- [inhales] that guy’s gonna kill himself, isn’t he. He’s gonna get himself killed, that’s crazy. [pause] [inhales and exhales, sounding like he’s almost crying] I can’t wait to be gone. I- you know what- [pause] there’s no. There’s no turning back. Things are done. I- am. Just gonna keep- going, til I die, and then- I’ll be in peace. [pause] I’ll- I’ll be in peace. [whispering] I’ll be in peace. I just have to die. I just have to die, maybe I’ll kill Clown in the attempt, but th- but then- but then what? [laughing] Then what?! I kill him once, he’s gonna wipe me off the server, he told me about this! [another noise] [inhales] Oh... He has four lives. He has four fucking lives, dude. Like even if I kill Clown, he’s just gonna come back and kill me again. And again. Until I’m dead, I’m gone. 

[quieter, sounding tired] I’m just- you know what. I’m just gonna. I’m just gonna go. [inhales] I guess- I can at least try to kill him. [inhales] Maybe- cause I’m dying. That is a hundred percent real. I am so dying, and you know what? I- can’t wait for that to happen. But until then- I shall practise to at least- at least- um. [pause] Oh my god. I- I gotta at least kill him once, like- I could have some sort of legacy on me before I die, I cannot die like a fucking loser who killed people that had like- worse armour, worse stats, worse everything. [pause] I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it. Non-stop training, for the next days, until the 31st, and I’m gonna kill Clownpierce, even if it’s the last thing I do before I’m dead, and I am gone forever. [laughing] I’m gonna do it! I am doing it!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Four sighed, taking a sip of his beer as he looked at the embers glowing and crackling in Time’s fire pit. “I hate seeing people in pain and not being able to do anything about it.”

Sky glanced at his friend, wondering where that statement came from. Nobody said anything for a moment, and then Legend piped up.

“Yet you chose to work in a surgical-trauma ICU where everyone is in pain all the time,” he quipped with a little playful smirk to take the edge of the sarcasm.

Warriors snickered, leaning back in his chair, beer bottle held lazily between his fingers. Sky almost laughed at the sight of it, recalling that he and Hyrule had been refilling the bottle with water after their friend’s first drink. The army nurse hadn’t commented on the matter.

“Oh shut up,” Four laughed as well. “I know I set myself up for this. But I… I wanted to help. And I wanted to do nursing that made me feel like I was thinking through puzzles and able to focus on as few patients as possible so I could really get into taking care of things. And I like the thrill of it. But…”

He trailed off a moment, looking around at the group relaxing by the fire pit. Twilight paused briefly in the act of throwing another log on the fire, glancing at Four, before finishing the action, sending sparks showering into the air briefly. Time and Malon watched Four quietly, bundled together under a plaid blanket, Malon’s head on Time’s shoulder. Warriors perked up from his slumped position, head tilting towards the ICU nurse while Legend’s playful smile faded. Wild and Wind paused from eating their s’mores to give Four their attention while Hyrule sat up from where he’d been laying in a burrito of blankets on the grass.

Sky watched Four try to ask what he wanted, and as much as he wanted to prompt his friend he knew to wait.

“Does it ever get better?” Four finally asked. “The compassion fatigue. I’ve only been in nursing a short while and I can already feel it. Am… am I done?”

Sky bit his tongue, remembering when he’d asked Legend a similar question. But Sky had been through a war and had been flying sick, injured, and dying patients for years now. Four was still a fairly new nurse, wasn’t he?

He supposed it didn’t matter. Everyone’s exposure and experience was different. Four very clearly was uneasy about this.

Warriors spoke up first, sitting up. “It comes and goes, buddy.”

“Sometimes you just have to stop and remember they’re people,” Legend added. “We… you know, when everyone’s worst day is your workday you have to shut it off. It’s not…”

“We have to protect ourselves,” Sky picked up for his dear friend. “We suffer when they suffer. But if you let it get to you then you can’t focus on helping them. You’re not a bad person for doing that. For…”

Well. Were they bad people for feeling nothing when their patients were in pain?

Honestly, Sky knew there wasn’t a single person in this group who felt absolutely nothing. They just redirected what they felt into something else. Dark jokes to make a bad situation funny, frustration to turn strong emotions into rambling with coworkers… they all felt it somehow.

But it did make it hard to remember who they were taking care of sometimes.

Sky was grateful he just flew his helicopter. He wasn’t sure he could tolerate much more exposure than that, honestly.

“I don’t know if it ever gets better,” Warriors finally said. “It’s kind of just something you learn to live with.”

“I’ve seen nurses who have all the compassion in the world,” Twilight noted. “But I also have no idea how they do it, honestly.”

“Oh, you mean like you, Mr Biggest Bleeding Heart in the Room?” Legend remarked. “I bet you’re everyone’s favorite CNA over there. I don’t know how the hell you deal with sick kids day in and out.”

“It’s a lot easier when you’re the tech walking in and out of the room instead of the nurse responsible for that kid’s life,” Twilight argued mildly. “I mean, I do get attached and I want to take care of all of them, but I’m also so spread out it makes encounters shorter. So like… I don’t know, not as much burnout I guess. Except for the chronic kids.”

“Well, techs make a hell of a difference,” Four noted. “I’d be so screwed without you guys.”

“Back to the point,” Twilight frowned, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m sure even the kindest nurses have moments when they just can’t let themselves get hurt anymore. You’re not a jerk for being worn out from constantly watching people suffer.”

“What’s important, love, is getting out and having moments like this,” Malon piped up. “You boys all tend to self isolate when you’re not working, and all that does is make work your entire life. Take time for yourself but go out in the world too. We’re all here for each other. That’s why we had this tonight.”

Four sighed a little, glancing down at the fire. Sky elbowed him teasingly, smiling. “Hey. You can’t be any worse than Legend.”

The travel nurse perked up, face flushing and eyes wide with irritation as Warriors wheezed. “HEY!”

Everyone started to laugh while Legend rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. But Sky knew it was just theatrics; after all, he and Legend had talked about this very thing a few weeks ago.

Healthcare broke people. They all knew that. But a little crack here and there could be supported, one person holding the other up. Sky wasn’t sure how long any of them could last in any one area, but he knew they’d try to make it work.

[guitarriffsolo]

-Cunnilingus-

Verosika Mayday x Reader one shot

You worked in Verosika’s studio. You were her main stylist and put together 99% of the iconic outfits she wore on stage and for public appearances.

Reader is technically GN but said to be wearing makeup

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I was making plans for the next outfit as Verosika was currently touring the 7 rings of hell when she kicked the door open and screamed.

“I hate work! I hate people! And I’m so fucking sick of this tour!”

I hardly knew how to respond to her outburst so I opted to just watching her melt down.

“Do you have a goddamn problem Y/N?!?!”

I stand up out of my desk, I could nearly swear this would be the third meltdown this week.

“Would you like a drink Verosika?”

She sighed and tried to calm down

“Get me a strawberry daiquiri and make it fast.”

I walk over to the mini bar and make a quick drink. I suppose one of the reasons Verosika enjoyed me so much was my past bartending experience before moving into the fashion industry. I hand her the requested drink, she takes a sip and nearly moans at the taste.

“You are fucking awesome Y/N.”

I sit down with my own drink and take a sip.

“So what happened now to get your panties in such a twist?”

“Come take me panties off if you’re so concerned about them..”

I raise an eyebrow but Verosika’s expression doesn’t falter.

“Did I stutter?”

She’s so nonchalant with her offer as she takes another sip of her fruity drink. I had of course heard she would hook up with employees before but me and her had never gone at it. I wasn’t opposed to the idea, nobody could deny that Verosika Mayday was smoking hot.

I set down my drink and choose to respond.

“Get a little closer and tell me what ya want pretty girl.”

Her expression is nearly giddy for a moment before walking over and wrapping a strand of my hair around her finger and giving a twirl.

“You know how to eat pussy baby? I could really use an orgasm for my nerves,”

“Can I kiss you?”

Verosika nods and I lean in for a kiss. I swipe my tongue across her lips and she instantly gets the message and opens up her mouth. My tongue darts in and I can taste the rum in her saliva.

I slither down to the floor to get on knees.

“C’mon baby I’ve neen dying to hook up with ya one of these days, I can just tell you would amazing head.”

Praises effortlessly rolled off the pop stars tongue as I hitched up her hot pink skirt relieving black panties with two pink X’s on either hip.

“You’re already soaking, I havent even done anything,”

My smirk grows and Verosika rests further into the couch.

“Maybe I’m fuckin stressed horny, I don’t know baby but I need ya so bad,”

I oblige the pleading tone and pull her panties down to her ankles revealing a glistening and soaked cunt.

I hitch one leg over my shoulder and push the other one out to give me all the access I needed to bring Verosika onto a mind blowing orgasm.

I start to gently kiss up her thigh as my red lipstick leaves a trail of kiss marks. I hum against her warm skin.

A drop of her slick falls onto my cheek and I lick it up. I swallow the drop then open my mouth to show off. Verosika is nearly moaning just at the sight of my actions.

“Satan why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“Ya never asked.”

I say with my shit eating grin as I lick a stripe between her folds. Verosika brings both hands up to her mouth and gasps out a hitched moan.

Verosikas hands reach into my locks and I can feel her fresh acrylics leaving the perfect scratch on my scalp. My mouth is around her clit and my moan sends vibrations through her cunt.

I drink her juices and eat her out like she’s my last meal in hell. I feel as if I would’nt care if I dropped dead at this point knowing this was the last thing I did.

My tongue enters her as I fuck her in and out. It really was amazing that certain imps including myself had forked tongues, really added spice to these situations.

Verosika bucks her hips up as she chases her chance to pour cum all over my face. My lipstick was smeared and I’m sure my base was messy. It was all worth it to hear the pop star moan out my name and squirm beneath my touch.

I lick back up to swirl my tongue around her clit then I bring two fingers to enter her sopping wet hole. When I curl my fingers it seems to hit the perfect bundle of nerves.

“Satan! Yes! Y/N don’t stop I swear on my fucking life I will kill you if you stop. Holy shit hit right there and keep that hot mouth around my clit!”

Verosika moaned and babbled whatever came to mind as my fingers thrusted in rhythm with the way I would sink in my cheeks around her now swollen bud.

“Mm not stopping V..”

I reassure her and speed up the way I finger bang her. I can tell she’s close when the way she moves her hips gets sloppy and her moans transition into screams.

My teeth ever so gently bite around her clit. Not at all painful, a simple graze but it seems that little touch did it.

Verosika cries out and only then do I notice the mascara dripping down her cheeks. Milky cum squirts over my face and I drink whatever I can catch in my mouth.

“Oh you’re so perfect Y/N..”

Verosika seems pretty out of it and I get up off my knees to grab a damp towel. I first wipe what cum was left over on my face before moving onto to cleaning Verosika. I wipe gently as I knew she was still sensitive.

Verosika already seemed ready to pass out and luckily there was a nearby blanket. I place it over her and fix her messy hair a bit.

“We gotta do that again baby,” She mumbles but she can barely keep her eyes open.

I giggle a bit before responding.

“Get some sleep princess, we’ll talk when you’re rested,”

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Woo first one shot of this blog!

I hope this was good considering I’m not used to writing hook ups and much prefer established relationships😭

Hope you enjoyed masturbating to this slut mwah ���

(I know yall get off to tumblr blogs don’t even lie to me)

[drowninginships]

Thank you to @artsyunderstudy for tagging me! It’s been a little while since I’ve done one of these. Blame the depression (which is on its way out the door) or the working 7 days a week thing. Or maybe blame my laptop for completely dying when we needed her the most. Or hey, maybe blame the shitting hellfire that is our current political landscape. Doesn’t leave much time or inspiration to write.

I don’t know if anyone knows this, but I fucking hate having multiple WIPs. And currently, I have 3 WIPs for this fandom. I’m just not the type of girlie that can bounce between works like that. Books, sure, I can read 4 at a time. WIPs? Absolutely not.

All that to say that those in the back might recognize this one. I pulled her off the shelf and dusted her off, hoping to get it finished in time to post for ERG. We’ll see how it goes! Finding a tame segment of this WIP was more work than I signed up for. This one is so spicy, y’all. Anyway, here’s your omegaverse hit for the month.

Simon barely has the mental wherewithal to consider where Baz’s scent might be stronger. He’s an animal acting purely on his instincts now, pulled toward the dense haven of pheromones that is Baz’s bed. He doesn’t think. He shoves his face into Baz’s pillow and moans as the pheromones quell this insatiable heat. In the brief moment of clarity that follows, Simon Snow realizes two things:

One: A beta isn’t supposed to feel like this. And two: climbing into an alpha’s bed was a terrible idea.

All the heat comes rushing back, and with it, longing.

And that’s all you’re getting! Hopefully, I can get this finished and sent off to my beta reader before the end of the month, because I really do want to participate in the ERG event. Tags and hellos below!

@valeffelees @mooncello @iamamythologicalcreature @roomwithanopenfire @skeedelvee @ic3que3n

@run-for-chamo-miles @thewholelemon @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @raenestee

@alexalexinii @rimeswithpurple @monbons @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@arthurkko @imagineacoolusername @ileadacharmedlife @stitchyqueer

[nomoreusername]

Out of Denial

Pairing:Gally x gender neutral reader

Summary: Seeing Gally again brings up emotions you thought you pushed past.

“You were supposed to be dead?!”

“Good to see you too.”

“That's not-that isn't what I meant. It's just-I-we watched you get impaled. That would kill anyone. How are you here, Gally? That's insane. This is insane,”I rambled.

“So is life, seeing as I’m still in it.”

“This is crazy. This just feels like a nightmare,”I admitted, handing him the icepack for his nose. While it didn't look swollen, Thomas had still punched him in the face. Who knows what he would look like tomorrow?

Who even knew he would be awake tomorrow?

I certainly didn't.

“I don't know what you want me to say. I survived, I got picked up, now I’m here,”He listed, placing it on his face.

“That’s an insane thing to survive though. It’s almost unsurvivable, and you're just alive? I mean I’m happy about that. I really am, but it's still a lot. You could always be unexpected, but this is a new level,”I tried to explain.

“I’m alive though. Shouldn't that make you happy?”He pointed out.

“It's not that easy. I have been grieving you for almost a year now. I lived my life in constant mourning for people dying in front of me and for the person who means everything. Now that you're actually here, my mind has this urge to deny everything else. It wants to make up stories where I can see Alby and Winston and everyone else again,”I sighed, purposely not saying Chuck. Sitting beside him, I rested my head on the couch as I looked at him, my feet tucked under me as I took in the information.

“This is good though. It should be good that I’m alive,”He mumbled.

“It is, but it just makes me want to make up all these stories that I know aren't true. It's like since one person I care about isn't actually dead, maybe nobody else is either. Maybe everyone else is living out a secret life. And I know that sounds crazy, and I know it isn't true, but some part of me is so tempted to believe it.”

“I’m sorry. I really wanted to contact you, but I didn't know how. I didn't know where to even start looking, and I didn't know if anybody would want to see me. I didn't mean to make it harder.”

“It's not that you made it harder. I used to spend almost all my time justifying exactly this. Justifying why you were actually okay and safe. Then, I had to push past that and accept that you were never coming back. Now you are back though, and I have to accept that that's not happening for anybody else. It's a lot to take in and accept, on top of what we came here for. There's just so much going on in so little time.”

“I know there is, and I hate that I just threw this on you, but I had to. I saw you, and I had to see you for real again.”

“Gally, do you think that everything will just go back to the way it was before this?”I asked slowly, my expression dropping at the thought.

“No. Not really, but a guy can dream,”He shrugged, leaning his head back. He placed his icepack in his lap before turning to face me. “So where do we start then? Where do we go from here?”

“I don't know,”I admitted.

“Well, I don't either. I wish I did, that I had the answers, but I barely have answers for what's been going on in the past several months, much less hours.”

“It's not your fault,”I repeated.

“Maybe. Maybe not. I can't tell anymore.”

“I can, and you know I’ll call you out when you do something wrong. Right now, you don't have to be. You’ve been through enough. We all have, and it's not your fault life won't give any of us a break.”

“You really mean that?”

“Of course,”I smiled.

“Well, thanks. For the advice. And the icepack,”He smiled back, holding it up.

“It was the least I could do after leaving you like that,”I promised.

“You don't think I blame you for that, do you?”

“I don't know. I’ve been trying not to think about it,”I admitted.

“But now you have to,”He added, reading my mind.

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

“And I have to help think about what we do next, don't I?”

“About us?”I confirmed.

“Yeah. About us.”

“Yeah. I guess you do.”

[gwenie-creates]

Petals Of Death

A Landoscar FBI Au

TW- this chapter contains descriptions of a panic attack and non-graphic descriptions/mentions of vomiting

Chapter Six

After getting dinner at the diner, Lando, George, and Alex bid their goodbyes to Daniel before heading back to their car. 

“So I’ll drop you off at your house first. Alright Lando?” Alex asked, looking back at Lando through the rearview mirror.

Lando nodded his head before going back to staring out of the window. 

It made the most sense for him to be dropped off first as his house was farthest away and Alex and George lived in the same neighborhood. 

“You’ll be alright to be on your own right?” George asked. He had a look of concern on his face. 

“Yes Mum,” Lando replied with a roll of his eyes, “you don’t need to baby me, I'm not a toddler.” There was a slight bite to Lando’s reply. 

He hated it when his friends would baby him. 

Just because he was the youngest doesn’t mean they have to treat him like a child. 

He dealt with that enough from his parents after the incident when he was five. 

He didn’t need his friends to start doing it too. 

They had been slowly babying and treating him like he was made of glass ever since the whole thing with Michael. 

Lando gets that they are worried, but he doesn’t want to be treated like he can’t take care of himself. 

George held his hands up in surrender, “I’m just making sure, no need to get all grumpy.” 

“We’re just a little worried that’s all,” Alex said, trying to placate the rising tension. 

“I mean you have been living with us ever since the whole Michael thing, so…” Alex trailed off towards the end, gaining an uncomfortable look on his face. 

Lando sighed knowing his friends meant well. 

Stop being such an asshole, they're only trying to help. He thought to himself bitterly. 

He sucked in a breath before replying, 

“You’re right I’m sorry,” Lando lowered his head, “It’s not like I’m going to be alone anyways, my parents are home and Flo still lives there.” 

Alex nodded his head, “Alright but just text us before you go to bed will you?” 

Lando nodded, “Sure, we always say goodnight to each other anyways, it would be weird to just suddenly not.” 

George huffed a laugh before he suddenly turned towards Lando with an indignant look on his face. 

“How come, Alex doesn’t get shit on for mother-henning you but I do!?” 

Alex laughed, “Because I do it subtly.” 

George swiftly turned his head towards Alex, “I’m subtle!” 

Alex raised his eyebrow, “George you’re about as subtle as a fucking train wreck.” 

Lando couldn’t help but let out a few giggles at the look on George’s face. 

***

Lando waved, watching as Alex and George pulled out of his driveway before driving off. 

He shouldered his bag and walked up to the door. 

Lando raised his hand to knock but before his hand made contact the door swung open. 

“MY BABY!” Cisca loudly exclaimed, throwing her arms around Lando. 

Lando relaxed into her embrace feeling all the stress slowly leave his body. 

“Hi Mum,” he shyly replied, burying his face into her neck. 

After standing there for another moment Cisca gently pulled back. 

“Let’s get you inside sweetheart, your father has been dying to see you.” 

Lando smiles at her before following her into his childhood home. 

***

“Who’s at the door?” A voice asked. 

Lando and Cisca rounded the corner just as his dad moved to look at the front door. 

“Lando!” he happily exclaimed, before making his way over to Lando and tightly embracing him. 

“Hey Dad,” Lando replied, sinking into his father’s embrace. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you had already gotten to town?” his father asked with a frown. “You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” Adam said, looking at his son suspiciously. 

Lando looked up at him sheepishly. 

“Yeah… I wanted it to be a surprise,” he said with a small laugh. 

“But sweetheart I would have made cookies!” Cisca said, unhappy she couldn’t “properly” welcome her son home from university. 

“It’s fine Mum, I don't need cookies. I ate at the diner with Alex and George, caught up with Danny and all that.” 

Adam perked up at the mention of Alex and George. 

“Oh, are they outside?” he asked, trying to look around Lando and Cisca to see the front door. 

“No they dropped me off so they could go home and see their families,” Lando replied, “But they said they’d stop by tomorrow.” 

Cisca made a pleased noise. 

“Tell them to stop by for breakfast love, I’ll make sure to make a big breakfast.” Cisca laughed softly. 

“Those boys sure do have an appetite.” she fondly added. 

Both Adam and Lando chuckled remembering all the times Alex and George had plowed through their plates when having breakfast with them after their many sleepovers. 

“I’ll text them before I go to bed,” Lando said. 

He looked around for a moment before asking, “Is Flo home?” 

Cisca shook her head. 

“No, she's spending the night at her boyfriend’s since we didn’t expect you to be home until tomorrow.” 

Lando nodded his head. 

After a brief moment of silence, Adam cleared his throat. 

“Why don’t we start getting ready for bed? Tomorrow’s going to be full of excitement so everyone should get a good night's rest.” 

Cisca nodded happily. 

“Good idea, Lando honey you look exhausted, have you not been sleeping again?” she asked worriedly. 

Shit, Lando thought. 

They can’t know he’s been struggling with sleep again or they will start making him see his therapist again. 

“I’ve been sleeping fine Mum, it’s just been a long day.” 

Cisca exchanged a disbelieving look with Adam but stayed quiet only nodding her head. 

“Alright,” she said before her face suddenly lit up. 

“Oh! Honey, I forgot to tell you,” she swiftly moved from the entryway where they had been standing to the kitchen. 

When she returned she had a small envelope in her hand. 

“This came for you the other day,” she said, handing Lando the envelope. 

Lando looked down at it confused.

His name was sprawled out on the front in fancy cursive handwriting. 

“Who’s it from?” he asked bewildered. 

“I’m not sure love, there was no name on the envelope and it was just on the front porch when we got home,” Cisca replied. 

Lando looked down at the envelope in his hand curiously, but before he could ask any more questions Adam cleared his throat. 

“It’s getting late, why don’t we head to bed?” he asked. 

Cisca nodded, giving Lando a very pointed look. 

“You will definitely need a good night's sleep with all the excitement the next few days will bring you. So many people are excited that you’ve come back to visit.” 

Lando struggled to hold back a groan.

That was the downside of living in a small town. 

Everyone knew everyone. 

Just someone coming to visit from Uni excited most of the town. 

Lando pasted a small smile onto his face. 

“Sounds lovely Mum, I’ll make sure to get a good night's rest.” 

They all exchanged hugs and goodnights before Lando headed off to his old room. 

***

Upon entering his room Lando let out a sigh of relief. 

All of his things were exactly where he had left them. 

Lando always feared that while he was off at Uni one of his parents might decide to randomly search his room. 

It’s not that Lando had anything to hide… ok that’s a lie, but it’s not like he’s hiding drugs or anything. 

No, just some stupid notes from when he was a kid. 

Speaking of notes, Lando is still holding the mystery one his mum had handed him earlier. 

Lando looked down at the envelope in his hand. 

 His name sprawled across the front in cursive handwriting made him shudder. 

It’s probably just a coincidence. Lando thinks, trying to make himself believe it. 

Suddenly a pinging noise echoed around the room. 

Lando jumps, startled before realizing it’s just his phone lying where he had haphazardly discarded it on his bed. 

Lando grabs his phone and sees a plethora of messages from the group chat. 

British Invasion 🇬🇧

Alex:  Goodnight!!!<3<3<3

George:  Goodnight you guys. 

George:  Lando text if you need anything we will be there in a heartbeat. 

Alex:  Yep if you need anything at all just text us

Taking a deep breath, Lando quickly typed his response.

Lando:  Goodnight luv u guys! 

Lando:  I promise I’ll text if I need anything 

Lando:  btw mum wants u guys to come over for breakfast tomorrow 

George:  Sounds lovely!

Alex:  Can’t wait, I love your mum's cooking! 

***

Lando set his phone back down. 

He glanced at the envelope still in hand before using a shaky hand to tear it open. 

Inside the envelope was a folded piece of paper. 

Lando slowly unfolded it. 

A gasp left his lips as he saw a small drawing on the right side of the paper. 

A small orange rose 

Lando feels his breathing catch and the room begin to spin. 

He quickly drops the letter before curling up on the floor and leaning against his bed. 

Lando tries to regulate his breathing but it’s no use. 

His shaky laboured breaths ring out around the room. 

Lando tries to remember the breathing practices his therapist taught him. 

Inhale for 4 seconds 

Hold for 7

Exhale for 8 

Repeat 

Inhale for 4 seconds 

Hold for 7

Exhale for 8 

Repeat 

After several minutes Lando’s breathing slowly returns to normal. 

With tears streaming down his face, he looks back at the discarded letter on the floor. 

He then looks up at his phone debating if he should text Alex and George.  

They said to text if he needed anything.

But does he really want them to see him like this? 

It’s not like they haven’t before.

After a few moments of debating Lando decides to not text them. 

It’s pointless to worry them when Lando’s just being dramatic. 

Plus how the hell would he even begin to explain what happened?

Everything he tried so hard to keep a secret would be suddenly out in the open. 

Lando slowly gets up off the floor and grabs the letter. 

With shaky hands, he opens it and feels vomit crawl up his throat just at the sight of the drawing. 

Lando steals himself before opening his eyes and reading what's written. 

‘Dear, Lando 

Oh, how I’ve missed you greatly. Things have been so lonely without your gorgeous laughter filling my ears. My eyes ache from not being blessed with your beauty. 

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME???’

The neat handwriting was smudged as if the person who had written it had slammed his hand onto the table out of anger.

‘I don’t understand why you left. Was I not good enough!? I tried my hardest, always leaving you gifts. Willing you to just notice me. Love me. But it was no use, you left me behind for some scumbag jock at your stupid university. Was he that good in bed that you just ignored all his flaws?? I could have given you so much more but instead, you went for HIM. 

I Like the new hair. It’s very lovely. Really fits you. Some orange roses would look lovely decorating your luscious curls. Oh, how I wish to run my hands through those curls. I bet you would even like them being pulled, don’t you? Did he use to do that to you? Pull your hair? Treat you like the slut that you are? You are nothing but a slut. A filthy whore who lets guys touch for free.’

The paper slightly wilted as a tear fell from Lando’s cheek. 

‘I forgive you though don’t worry. I know you're just a baby. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. It’s alright, when I finally get my hands on you all your worries will go away. That silly degree you're studying for won’t do you any good. I’ll make sure to take care of you. All your needs will be attended to. 

You will be mine, Lando. 

It’s only a matter of time. 

The sooner you just accept it the happier we will be. 

See you soon my love.

XOXO – Your soulmate’ 

The feeling of bile arose in Lando’s mouth again. 

Quickly dashing to the bathroom connected to his room, Lando emptied his stomach into the toilet. 

Once Lando finished emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet, he slowly got up. 

Lando wiped the remaining tears and vomit from his face. 

He walked back into his room looking down at the letter on the floor. 

He quickly grabbed the envelope, throwing it in the trash before reaching for the letter. 

He paused, a rush of anxiety gripping his chest. 

Taking a deep breath in, Lando grabbed the letter and made his way over to his closet. 

He dropped to his knees on the floor and gently pried the loose floorboard up. 

Once the floorboard was loose enough he removed it and grabbed the small box hidden underneath. 

Gingerly he lifted the box and set it down next to him. 

Slowly removing the lid of the small box Lando looked down inside. 

Over a dozen notes and letters looked back at him. 

Each with small orange roses dawn on them. 

Lando quickly snatched the letter off the floor next to him before dropping it into the box and shoving the box back under the floorboards. 

This was supposed to have been over, Lando thought to himself, his tears welling up again. 

I was finally free. 

*** 

After a few moments of quietly sobbing in his closet, Lando finally got up. 

He quickly moved over to his bed, stripping his clothes off as he went. 

Lando ripped open his bag, grabbing one of the sweatshirts he had stolen from George. 

The material practically swallowed Lando’s small body and he fell face-first into his bed curling up under the covers. 

After five minutes of debating with himself, Lando peeked out from under his blanket and blindly reached for his phone. 

Grabbing his phone, Lando opened it and quickly brought up his messages. 

He debated texting before sighing and just hitting the call button. 

After two rings a voice suddenly spoke. 

“Lando?” A gravelly voice asked. 

It was Alex who had clearly been asleep. 

After a beat of silence, another voice spoke up, slightly panicked. 

“Lando, is everything alright?” George asked. 

Lando sniffled before his watery voice spoke. 

“Y-yeah,” his voice broke, and regret immediately rushed over him. 

Fuck, this was such a dumb idea why had he done this? 

“Sorry… I–I just couldn’t sleep,” Lando finally said. 

Rustling filled the silence before Alex asked. 

“Is everything alright? Why are you crying?” 

Before Lando could help it, sobs spilled from his lips. 

“I–I– I’m sorry,” he sobbed, “I– just my–my head won’t be quiet.” 

A soft hum broke through Lando’s sobs. 

“That’s alright Lando. That’s ok,” George said, trying to sound comforting but his worry bled through. 

“Do you need us to come over?” Alex asked, the sound of sheets rustling filling the call. 

“No! No!” Lando quickly said, “Please I’ve already disrupted your sleep, this is enough.” 

“Lando, you know we don’t mind,” Alex replied. 

“Just… just stay on call with me… please?” Lando asked. 

A soft sigh rang through the call. 

“Of course.” George said, “Do you want us to talk or just silence?” 

“Just silence is fine,” Lando paused, “The sound of your guys’s breathing is comforting enough.” 

Alex let out a sad chuckle. 

“Glad to be of service then.” 

As the minutes ticked by they all slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Lando knew they wouldn’t just let this go like they had so many times before. 

He knew he would have to explain himself. 

But for now, the sounds of his friend's peaceful breathing lulled Lando to sleep. 

A ridiculous thought crossed Lando’s mind just before he drifted off into sleep.

Maybe he could ask the hot Australian FBI agent for some help. 

But then again Lando couldn’t risk his secret being exposed. 

Not if he wanted to be treated normally. 

He had to make sure no one would ever know.

Thanks again to @l-vroomvroom for offering to beta for me 🧡

[pajarinwrites]

you could ask

➳ fem!reader x Dino

➳ wc: 2.7k

➳ TAGS: pwp; fluffy smut, smutty fluff MDNI, my dudes; it's so sweet tho kjsdiasejnasd

➳ WARNINGS: fucking(?) it's super fluffy though; fingering (f receiving), kissing, marking, petnames (babe, baby for her)

➳ AN: i continue to surprise in that dino is my least biased member except now that i wrote this, he might not be anymore; he's such a cutie ugh; also this RAN! AWAY! FROM! ME! it started as a drabble but 2.7k can under no circumstances be classified as a drabble. also there initially was supposed to be piv sex but then it got too long. i'll definitely write a continuation one-shot for this ugh. anyway, ENJOY!

also that's my fave photo of channie

You look up from your phone as your friend enters the lobby. He has his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, wearing the usual cap, mask, sunglasses combo in public, in an effort to remain unrecognised.

“Hey,” you greet with a soft wave. He pulls off his sunglasses to reveal eyes crinkling with smiles. “Hey!” He replies back, pulling you into a short hug before calling the elevator.

“How was practice?”

“The usual. Except Hoshi-hyung was hungover.”

“Huh?” You ask, sure you must’ve misheard him. Chan laughs in reply.

“Yeah, he filmed that program with Youngji yesterday that you like watching.”

“And he didn’t tell me?” You ask in mock affront, one hand resting on your chest dramatically. Chan shrugs. “I guess he assumed I’d tell you. But I forgot.” He sticks his tongue out to you as you follow him to his apartment.

You pass Vernon and Dokyeom in the kitchen; they wave to you in greeting before you follow Chan into his room.

“Leave the door open, children!” Dokyeom screams after you, prompting your friend to scream a dry hahaha back and slam his door all the harder. “They’re not even funny,” he pouts, dropping onto his bed where you’ve already gotten comfortable.

“Ugh,” he groans as the climbs up to the headboard next to you. “What’s wrong?” You ask, looking at his tense expression.

“It’s fine, practice just kicked a little harder than I thought.”

“Are you still up for movie night? We can just move it if you’re too exhausted.”

“Of course not! I always have energy for you.” He smiles softly, scooting closer, resting one arm on his headboard behind you as if it did nothing to him. You cleared your throat, trying your hardest not to shuffle so he wouldn’t feel obligated to move his arm away again.

“What’ve you got saved on your laptop?” He asks as you pull it up and open Netflix.

“I mean, I’ve been dying to watch the Scream remake for a while…” You know his stance on horror movies. As expected, “ugh! Can’t we watch something cute and cozy that won’t make me pull a muscle from jump scares!”

“Unfair argument! First you say you’re up for movie night and when it comes to picking a movie you bring up the issue of your sore muscles!”

“Well I can’t just make ‘em magically disappear.”

“But you got to pick the movie the last, like, three times!”

“I’m not saying you can’t pick. I’m just saying pick a different one!”

“Nuh uh, I want this one.” He groans again, rolling his head.

“Okay, then what will you do about my sore muscles?”

“Me? Do you want me to massage your sore muscles for you? Since when are your sore muscles my fault or problem?”

He grins, and with how close his face is to yours, it’s doing all kinds of things to your heart. “If you want to watch Scream so bad, it is your problem…”

Oh, so that’s how it is, you think, realising he never expected you to make good on any muscle relief. Lee Chan knows damn well you hate massages unless you’re on the receiving end. The amount of times he’s given you one eclipses the times you have returned the favour, a grand total of zero times.

“Sure,” you smile sweetly, setting your laptop back down on the floor next to Chan’s bed. He stares at you, eyes wide as saucers. “Huh?”

You remove his arm from your shoulders and get up, motioning for him to lie down. If your best friend wanted to play a game of chicken with you, he absolutely could.

“Also, you obviously gotta take your shirt off.”

Instead of moving, Chan is sitting still as a statue, still staring at you as if your hair had spontaneously changed colour. You wondered if this was really all it was going to take but eventually he shuffles down on the bed. He shrugs off his tee and you pretend like you aren’t surreptitiously looking him up and down.

“Okay, but you gotta do it properly, “ he states as he rests his head on his arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You inquire as you get into position, positioning your left knee beside Chan’s body and swinging the other over so that you are straddling his butt.

“Just that you can’t quit after five minutes, and you can’t do it all softly.”

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement, “elbow grease.” Chan giggles in response, but it turns into a groan as soon as you dig your thumbs into the tops of his shoulders.

“You really aren’t holding back, huh?”

“I’ve been ordered to give it my all,” you reply, bearing down on one especially tight trapezius. Chan’s breath stutters under your ministrations and you’re glad he can’t see your face heat up. As your hands wander lower you feel like he’s tensing up more instead of less.

“Hey, relax,” you instruct, “this was your idea.”

Chan grumbles something into his pillow in reply but it only takes him a few more minutes and a few sounds that veer suspiciously into moan territory before he shrugs you off forcefully.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you flop down on the mattress next to him. “What was that for?”

“You did enough, we can watch your silly movie now.” He avoids your eyes and you can see that his face has turned red, but you try to blame it on the heat of the room and the fact that you just treated him like bread dough for fifteen minutes. As he sits back up against the headboard, he pulls the blanket over himself, his hands in his lap awkwardly.

“What are you doing?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Preparing to be scared to death,” he replies with a chuckle you believe was supposed to be light-hearted.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you. You can hide behind me if you get scared,” you offer graciously. Chan rolls his eyes. “Just start the movie.”

You pull up your laptop and snuggle into your friend’s side. Chan fluffs up his pillows, one behind your back, one in his lap, and welcomes you into his arms again. You’ve watched movies in this position before, but today you’re restless. Chan seems to exude extra body heat today, and maybe it’s your wild imagination but his workouts have really started to pay off, and the feeling of his biceps pressing into your side distracts you more than you’d like to admit.

You stopped watching whatever is going on on screen several dozen minutes ago when you finally clear your throat. You’d been sneaking glances over at Chan for a while, his uncomfortable shifting, the suspiciously placed pillow. You had a hunch when he shrugged you off him earlier but the longer you sat next to him, having to endure his endless shuffling, the more convinced you were. Of course, you weren’t entirely unbothered by his presence either. The glimpse of his naked chest and back hadn’t left your mind, although you were hard-pressed to admit, that that sight had been the reason for your inability to focus. 

“It’s a little boring, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” He asks, turning his frightful eyes from the screen. You hit pause.

“The movie, Chan.”

“Boring isn’t the adjective I’d use, but sure. We can definitely watch something else.”

“We could do something else.” You smirk, shifting so you can face him fully. Bless him, his expression betrays nothing but confusion. He opens his mouth to ask what you’re on about but you beat him to it.

“Chan,” you sigh, “is this going to be a repeat of Seungkwan’s birthday party?”

“Huh?” He asked. But the fact that he had turned a shade redder let you know that he was very aware of what you were talking about.

“You know, when we were in the kitchen alone and you leaned in and I was waiting for you to finally kiss me? But then you chickened out the last second and pretended you had just wanted to grab the vodka from behind me?”

Chan blinks at your, your words evidently not quite processed yet. “You wanted me to kiss you?” You rolled your eyes.

“For someone with such a big head, you can be pretty stupid, you know that?”

“Well, how was I supposed to know? I can’t read your mind.” You lean in closer - resting your hand on his thigh - and take delight in the way his breath hitches.

“You can always ask.” You whisper. He moves in even closer, the pillow sliding off his lap and letting you see that you were right about your prior assumption. You bite your lip at the sight of the obvious tent in his sweatpants.

“Can I kiss you?” Chan asks, bringing your attention back to his face. He’s gorgeous, you think, in the half-light of his bedroom, his hair unstyled, his eyes shining. But he really isn’t going to budge if you don’t answer, it seems. “Yes, please,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours, softly, as if he can’t quite believe this is happening. His right hand is cradling your cheek. It makes you smile, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down with you. Chan let’s out another groan, catching himself with his left hand next to your head instead of letting his full weight crash into you, which coincidentally happens to be exactly what you wanted. You nudge his hand away, hoping for him to get the hint. Much to your chagrin, he pulls back, panting against your lips.

“What—“ you mean to ask but don’t get around to it when you see the dark, almost desperate shadow in his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re real.” His gaze drops to your lips, he’s nipping at your lower lip, making his way down your jawline. You manage to hold out on him until he reaches your pulse point, attaching his lips to the sensitive skin and nibbling at it in a way that’ll definitely leave a mark makes you whimper. Right now you couldn’t care less.

“Chan,” you moan, “please…” You can feel him smirk but he complies with your unspoken wish, continuing his way downward.

“Can I take this off you?” He asks, tugging at you shirt. You look down at his eyes, blown out and looking at you like you created the universe.

“Only if yours comes off too,” you say, meaning to tease him. His shirt’s over his head and at the other end of his room before you can blink. “Better?” He smirks, usually you’d be careful not to stroke his ego too much, but right now all you can think about it tracing every ridge on the expanse of his body with your tongue. It’s so much more fun when you can look freely. It must show on your face because Chan leans forward, whispering, “You can eat me up later, baby. Right now it’s my turn.” You have half a mind to hold back your whimpers at the tone of his voice but at the end you’re just a human, not some saint, so you stand no chance against the carnal vices of the flesh.

Chan takes off your shirt so skilfully that a very unwelcome thought of possessiveness flashes through your mind but with how he looks at you (very much not like you threw on your oldest, most comfy sport bra) the evil little voice in your head stands no chance. There can’t be any lingering doubt over his feelings with the way he undresses you slowly, deliberately, with all the care in the world, makes you think he mistook you for a fragile piece of art. His eyes say the same, casting glances at your face again and again, questioning; like he’s ready to drop everything if you so much as breathe a word. You have to commend him, especially with how evident the tent in his sweats has been for the better part of this evening.

“Chan,” you whine, ripping him out of the worship of the skin on your tummy. He looks dazed already. “Please stop teasing.”

He smiles, “Am I teasing you? Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to. You’re just so beautiful.”

You want to tell him off for being a sap but he starts kissing a straight line downwards from your navel and your words are caught in your throat.

His hands skitter up your thighs, making you shiver as he finally presses a digit to your core. He groans, “So wet for me already, love, you’ve soaked through your panties.”

“Looks like you have to take them off, then.” You smile and he obliges easily. It seems he’s really had enough of the teasing because he presses his thumb to you clit immediately, circling it. You moan his name as he slides one finger through your slick, “wanna touch you too.”

“Later, baby. Let me focus on you for now. Can I keep going?”

You mumble a pathetic Ohmygod yes please, that earns you a soft chuckle from him. He wastes no time in sliding a finger into you. Chan moans at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers.

“Shit, babe,” is all you get out of him before his mouth is back on your skin, kissing up the insides of your thighs as he stretches you out on another finger. “Wanna come on my fingers, love?” You don’t trust your voice right now, so instead you nod vigorously. He stops testing the waters as his fingers and thumb speed up, spreading a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. He shifts his weight upwards and is hovering over you, never ceasing the motion of his fingers.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly.

“If you don’t, I’m leaving right now,” you barely manage to breathe out between pants. From the way Chan smiles at you, you can tell you must look at least as fucked-out as you feel. He chooses not to tease you and you silently thank him for it. Instead he just leans in, meeting your lips in a manner that is nothing like the soft, innocent kisses from before. He pushes his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth as if he wanted to taste all of you. Just at that moment his fingers find that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You moan into the kiss, prompting him to mirror your sounds. Chan doesn’t let up on that spot, speeding up and hitting it again and again and again until the pressure becomes to much and the knot in your stomach snaps. He fucks you through your orgasm, leaving soft pecks all over your face until you’ve calmed down.

“Feeling better?” He asks. You’re forced to watch as he retrieves his fingers from your pussy, putting them in his mouth instead and licking them clean. He hums comfortably, “you taste so good, babe.”

You’re still staring at him, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of why the sight of your best friend licking his fingers clean of your essence is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He notices your state and his brows furrow.

“Hey, are you okay?” There’s real worry in his voice, so you nod in reassurance.

“I was just thinking that if this what I get for massaging your sore muscles a little, I’m definitely gonna start doing it more often.”

His eyes widen. “You wanna do this more often?” The disbelief in his voice makes you laugh in earnest. “Of course, in case you couldn’t tell, I had a lot of fun.” You’re unsure of your next sentence, but if you don’t say it now, you fear you’ll say it never, “and I like you. A lot.”

He has the dopiest grin on his face as he leans back down, giving you another sweet kiss. “In that case, let me take you out on a proper date before we do this the next time.” You cock an eyebrow.

“Chan, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” The man in question blushes, avoiding your eyes. “If that’s something you also want…”

You look at his expression, hopeful gaze lifting to catch yours. There’s a blush lingering on his cheeks, his hair all mussed up. You’ve never felt more comfortable with another person.

“Of course,” you reply, snaking one arm around his middle and pulling him close, “I’d love that, actually.”

[whatifitookalilnap]

The Magic of Makeup

(Kyoshi x Rangi)

(A/N: EVERYONE PLS THERE IS A SMUT SCENE HERE! WE GET PORN WITH PLOT SO LIKE AVERT YOUR EYES IF THATS NOT YOUR THING!!!!! Also don't judge me cause IDK how diplomacy or nobility stuff works I'm here for drama. Anywho I already made a couple posts about this but I thought it was so funny that I decided to make a whole fic. The ao3 link will be posted right after this for those who prefer it. Anywho, pls enjoy!)

Kyoshi was jolted awake by Jinpa roughly shaking her entire body. The Avatar immediately sat up and grabbed her fans placed right beside her bed. 

“Who’s dying?!” Kyoshi exclaimed as she jumped out of bed.

“No one, but the Fire Nation nobility are here! Like, they are waiting in front of the gates as we speak!” Jinpa hissed.

“What do you mean they’re already here?! They were supposed to arrive at lunch!” Kyoshi yelled.

“That’s what I was told. I think this is some kind of power play. Just get dressed,” Jinpa insisted.

“Damn! Do you think I can get away with not wearing any of my usual makeup? There’s no way I’m going to have the time but I still need to look intimidating! It’s part of my whole shtick!” Kyoshi asked.

“You’re six and half feet tall, I think you can make it work. Now get changed, woman! We got people to argue with! I'll meet you there!” Jinpa said before rushing out the door.

Kyoshi cursed before springing out of bed to put on her usual business attire. Alright, the green outfit? Check. The headdress? Check. The fans? Check. Big ass gloves? Ah shit, they're not here. Whatever, it’s not that important. Well, that’s all Kyoshi has time for.

The Avatar quickly threw open the door to her bedroom and began speed walking down the hall. Kyoshi already hated leaving her room without makeup. Nowadays, putting on her makeup is step one of her morning routine. She can't remember the last time she handled Avatar business with a bare face. It made her feel vulnerable. Exposed. This meeting needs to end quickly.

As she was speed walking to the conference room where this meeting is to be held, Kyoshi spotted her girl briskly walking in halls. The Avatar couldn’t resist perking up at the sight of her girlfriend coming to meet her. Of course, Rangi had already been awake for an hour before the stupid nobles arrived. She’s always been an early riser.

“Did you have any clue they were coming in so early?” Rangi asked once they met up.

“No, Jinpa had to wake me. I had zero time to get ready,” Kyoshi sighed as the two fell into step with each other.

“I assume that’s why you’re not wearing any makeup,” Rangi very correctly guessed. 

“Yeah, there’s just no way I could have made it happen,” the tall woman confirmed.

“I think that’s for the best, honestly. Being punctual should take priority in this scenario,” Rangi nodded.

Kyoshi felt a surge of pride course through her when Rangi approved of her plans. If only the world knew how weak the Avatar is for her girlfriend. She’d be killed within a week. 

“Let’s get this over with. Hopefully the little bastards are more agreeable this time around,” Kyoshi sighed. 

How Kyoshi despises the damn Fire Nation nobles sent into the damn peace agreement. Kyoshi’s had like five other meetings with them and has been unable to come to an agreement all parties are happy with.

The names of the three nobles that have been utterly torturing Kyoshi for weeks are Akira, Nao, and Chari. Akira does most of the talking, Nao and Chari are really just her yesmen. They're all simply unbearable. The three of them were around her age of twenty two, which is probably what makes them so insufferable. They’re young, spoiled, rich, think they know everything under the damn sun, and worst of all, they don’t have the good sense to fear her. 

Anyone with half a brain should be terrified of Kyoshi! It’s like Jinpa said, she’s six feet and six inches tall! She towers over everyone she meets! Plus the makeup! Ghostly white face and bloody red eyes?? That’s the perfect recipe for fear! How can anyone not be terrified of her?

Maybe it’s wrong to feel so upset that some people aren’t scared of her, but Kyoshi can’t help it. People not having a healthy amount of fear when interacting with her makes her uneasy. If the literal Avatar can’t freak someone out, what can? 

“Wait, one more thing before we go in there,” Rangi said as she stopped right outside the door of the meeting room. 

“What? Did I forget something?” Kyoshi frowned.

“You did,” Rangi confirmed. 

Kyoshi furrowed her brows and went back through her mental checklist involving her attire. Outside of the makeup and gloves, Kyoshi is pretty positive she had everything she needed.

Naturally, Rangi proved her wrong. The firebender cupped Kyoshi’s face in her hands and gave her a light kiss on the lips. At once, Kyoshi’s arms went to Rangi’s hips in order to deepen the delightful sensation. Sadly, Rangi pulled away. 

“You’re going to do great. Stop worrying so much. That’s supposed to be my job,” Rangi smirked. 

“Kay,” Kyoshi said. You know, like an idiot. 

Rangi should never have kissed her right before such an important meeting. Now all Kyoshi can think about is the next opportunity for those lips to be back on her. Kyoshi is so in love with her it physically hurts. 

Okay, time to get the love struck look off her face before facing the nobles. Kyoshi took in a deep breath before nodding to Rangi. With that, her loyal bodyguard opened the doors to where Jinpa and the nobles sat. 

The Fire Nation nobles were muttering amongst themselves as they had during every single one of the past meetings. Typical. Kyoshi had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. However, once the three nobles looked at her, they immediately shut up. That was a surprise.

During the past meetings, even when Kyoshi made her presence known, the little trolls still blabbed on and acted as though she didn't even exist. They would only stop talking when Kyoshi started to speak. However, today she didn’t need to say a word before all eyes were on her. All of the nobles were looking at Kyoshi with shocked expressions, flushed faces, and one of them had their lips parted slightly open in what she can only assume is shock. 

This is suspicious as fuck. 

“Apologies, everyone. I hadn’t realized we would be meeting so soon. Please accept my tardiness,” Kyoshi said respectfully with a bow. 

What she really wanted to say was ‘couldn’t you have given a girl a heads up before meeting me at the crack of dawn’ but that didn’t seem appropriate.

Akira then sprung up out of her seat to pull out a chair for Kyoshi to sit. Kyoshi quickly glanced at Rangi and Jinpa in wonder to see if she's seeing the same thing. Now why on Earth would Akira do that?

“Of course, we certainly didn’t mean to inconvenience such a beautiful woman as yourself. Please, allow me,” Akira said.

Rangi looked like she wanted to set Akira on fire. Kyoshi shared the sentiment. What is she playing at? Less than a minute in and it's rather obvious they are sucking up to her. Ultimately, Kyoshi did sit down on the seat Akira pulled out for her in the name of civility. But that doesn't mean Kyoshi had to like it.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Avatar Kyoshi?” Nao asked.

Kyoshi shot Rangi and Jinpa yet another look. Are these idiots being serious right now?

“I didn’t realize I was so unrecognizable without my makeup,” was all Kyoshi said. 

Granted, that is a lie, but she really didn't know what else to say that's a polite statement. Whenever Kyoshi goes into town with a bare face, many do not make the connection despite her rather noticeable height.

“What? You’re Avatar Kyoshi? Really?” Chari blurted out. 

Oh, this is going to be a long meeting.

“Yes, I am,” Kyoshi nodded.

“I didn't realize you were hiding freckles under all that makeup. You wear them well,” Nao smiled. 

Is Kyoshi drunk? Did somebody slip her something when she wasn't paying attention? What in all Four Nations is happening right now? They must want something from her if they're being this nice.

“I think we need to get started with this meeting,” Jinpa rushed out hastily. It was almost as if he was in a panic. Odd.

“Of course. Please, start us off. Your voice is quite soothing, Avatar Kyoshi,” Akira smiled, chin resting in the palm of her left hand.

Kyoshi actually thinks she’s experiencing whiplash right now. In past meetings, when the discussion gets opened up on a subject, the nobles immediately try arguing for their side. It takes ages for them to be willing to hear Kyoshi out. Something is so wrong here. It's best to ignore that compliment for now.

The more the negotiations progressed, the weirder everything got. The three nobles, mainly Akira, kept blatantly sucking up to her by praising everything she did. While it's true her reputation has improved as the Avatar the past couple years, it certainly wasn't enough to warrant this kind of reaction.

Even one of the people on her side was acting strange. Jinpa, who's usually a man of patience and serenity, seemed very antsy to move things along. He would often try to steer the conversation away from the nobles when their compliments became too excessive.

Rangi was the only one who was making sense right now. As per usual, she took her role as a bodyguard very seriously. She stood there, stoic as a statue, ready to defend Kyoshi should any dangers arise.

Kyoshi stole a quick glance at her girl to find her looking ever so slightly more irritated than usual. Who can blame her, honestly? Kyoshi wants this to be over just as much as Rangi does.

About one hour in and Kyoshi is bored out of her mind. She propped her chin on the palm of her left hand. It's really not proper etiquette and she might get scolded for it later, but Kyoshi is not at a point where she cares. She then felt an itch on her nose, so she used her right hand to scratch it.

Akira was speaking like she always did, but her voice died down when she took a good look at Kyoshi's hands. This woman literally could not get any more strange.

“Is something the matter, Lady Akira?" Kyoshi asked.

"Apologies, Avatar Kyoshi. I hope I did not offend you, I was simply caught off guard. You just have the most beautiful hands," Akira said earnestly.

Did Jinpa squeak? Huh.

Well, Kyoshi had to fight the urge to laugh. Man, they are really grasping at straws here. She must have run out of things to stroke Kyoshi's ego about. The Avatar is well aware of the state of her hands. Beauty is not on the list.

"Please, no need to fill my head with empty compliments," Kyoshi insisted.

"I assure you, my compliments are nothing but sincere. You have the most wonderful hands I've ever seen," Akira said seriously.

Huh, weird. It honestly did seem like the noblewoman was telling the truth. Maybe she is. It could very well be that she's borderline insane, but that's not really the topic here.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but my hands are pretty banged up with all the scars. Consequences of those battles, I suppose," Kyoshi awkwardly laughed in order to lighten the mood.

"The way I see it, the scars you adorn are a testament to your bravery and honor. Courageous is the most beautiful thing a person can be," Akira said. Her two noble goons nodded their agreement.

She had to admit, Kyoshi feels moved. It's no wonder Akira is the spokesman of the group. That is a noblewoman who really knows how to sweet talk a girl. She did wonder why Jinpa squeaked again, though.

Okay, Kyoshi needs to think this through. The odd behavior of the three nobles is a mystery Kyoshi has the desperate urge to crack. The compliments, the pleasantries, the agreeability, there has to be a reason why.

Seeing the three Fire Nation nobles stare at her scars with that look in their eyes made the answer hit Kyoshi like a boulder. Finally, the Avatar understood the out of character actions. Those three are absolutely terrified of her.

It all made perfect sense. Scars in general can look pretty scary. Not only does Kyoshi have a rather large amount of them, the implications of what she experienced also must be freaking out the nobles. The scars show that Kyoshi has lived through much more powerful and intimidating foes than the ones who sit before her. It's visual proof that Kyoshi is the strongest person in this room. And they're terrified of that.

It has to be why Akira made such a point to compliment them. She's well aware of the battles Kyoshi fought to gain her scars.

The makeup and gloves were hiding the scars which must be why the nobles haven't seemed scared of her until now. Turns out, Kyoshi just had her approach all wrong. They did not fear scary makeup or a tall stature, they fear scars and Kyoshi's true face.

Their behavior makes complete sense now.

It's probably wrong that Kyoshi is so excited that she finally found a way to scare these people. They have been grating on her nerves for weeks and she finally has the upper hand. The Avatar is in full control now.

Kyoshi is absolutely going to milk this.

"It feels as though we've been stuck in this room for ages. It's getting quite hot in here," Kyoshi lied.

With that, the Avatar rolled up her sleeves where even more scars decorated her arms. Kyoshi was even bold enough to undo her collar a touch to reveal the scar on her neck. She snapped open one of her fans and fluttered it to gently brush against the neck scar.

Her actions had the desired effect. All three nobles immediately began intensely studying Kyoshi's scars, especially the one on her neck. They were red, evidently nervous, and now incapable of looking her in the eye. They finally feel terrified by Kyoshi. This is a memory she will cherish for years to come.

Kyoshi saw Rangi in her peripheral vision sitting with crossed arms and a deep scowl. The Avatar felt as though she was beaming with pride. Of course Rangi caught onto the fact that Kyoshi is working on her intimidation tactic and is playing the role of scary bodyguard to add to it. Rangi is just so smart.

"Avatar Kyoshi! Would you like me to, uh, open up some windows? I had no idea you were feeling so hot," Jinpa nervously rushed out.

"Please do," Kyoshi smiled.

Jinpa nodded and hurriedly opened up a couple windows as Kyoshi put her fan back at her side. She did what she needed to do to strike fear in their hearts.

"I must say, Avatar Kyoshi, you wield your fans as though they're part of you. It's quite impressive. You have very skilled hands," Nao pointed out.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard of the other things my hands can do, haven't you?" Kyoshi asked with narrowed eyes.

If her reputation precedes her, then stories resembling her scuffle with Xu Ping An would have certainly reached the Fire Nation. She would make it very clear that compliments should not distract from how truly terrifying Kyoshi really is.

"I, well yes. Many have heard stories of your, um, abilities," Nao rushed out.

"Many stories indeed," Akira mumbled.

Chari just sat there looking like an imbecile. Kyoshi wasn't really expecting much else from the lump.

"Alright, I'm going to cut to the chase. What is it that you want from me?" Kyoshi asked in a low voice to add to her intimidation.

Obviously, for them to be this scared of her, she must also have some kind of leverage they need. Apparently, Kyoshi would have to wait to find out.

"Avatar Kyoshi, I insist upon a recess at once!" Jinpa practically shrieked while standing up.

Everyone in the room was visibly shocked at the monk's outburst except for Rangi. Kyoshi's never known the man to raise his voice in such a manner, especially not in a meeting like this one. Whatever had Jinpa so panicked must be important.

"Of course. You don't mind a small break, do you?" Kyoshi grinned, knowing damn well they won't say no to her.

"Please, take all the time you need. We'll wait as long as it takes," Akira managed to rush out.

Hah, the annoying noble still looks flustered. Kyoshi could not be happier. They finally fear her. It feels so good to win.

Kyoshi left the room, quickly followed by Rangi and Jinpa. Once the door closed behind them, Rangi grabbed Kyoshi's arm and pulled her to the left.

"Make sure we're not followed, Jinpa," was all Rangi muttered out.

"Y-yes of course," Jinpa hastily agreed.

"Rangi, what's-" Kyoshi started to say.

"One more word and I'm putting you into horse stance for so long your successor will feel it," Rangi hissed.

Okay, so clearly she's not happy. Kyoshi can't imagine why though. That meeting is going spectacularly. The nobles are significantly more cooperative, they actually listen to what Kyoshi has to say, and they're now willing to give into her demands. She can't understand what Rangi could possibly be so upset about.

Maybe Kyoshi didn't notice something during the discussions? Is it possible the Fire Nation nobles are playing her and Rangi is going to let her know? It's certainly not the first time Kyoshi has made a major blunder like that. There really wasn't much time to contemplate this because in less than a minute the two women apparently arrived at their destination.

The spot Rangi led her to was a tiny hallway that had a single window at the end of it but nothing else. There are no doors or chairs, so no one really spends much time in this area of the building. This is a very interesting spot to talk about any potential issues from the meeting.

Kyoshi looked at Rangi and raised an eyebrow, still very unwilling to speak in risk of horse stance punishment. Rangi didn't say anything. No she did not. Instead, she yanked on Kyoshi's collar and crashed their lips together. Before she even had time to blink, Rangi had pinned her against the wall of the tiny hallway.

Is that what Kyoshi was expecting to happen? It most certainly was not. Is Kyoshi mad about it? She most certainly is not.

Kyoshi quickly put one hand on Rangi's shoulder while the other cupped the back of Rangi's neck to deepen the kiss. The bodyguard moved on from kissing her lips to slowly trail her mouth down Kyoshi's neck.

"There's other ways to rile me up, you know," Rangi mumbled into her skin.

That is something that Kyoshi will be noting for later. Especially if this is the result.

The Avatar gasped as Rangi began pressing hot kisses on the scar at the base of her neck. A low moan rumbled from Kyoshi's throat against her will. Fuck, that firebender knew exactly what she was doing. Rangi knows Kyoshi's body like the back of her hand.

Therefore, she knows that kissing Kyoshi's neck scar will automatically turn her on. Kyoshi can feel herself getting wetter by the second. Her cunt began clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stimulated.

That's when she felt Rangi's hand slowly creep down to the very top of her long skirt. Then, her fingertips ever so slightly went beneath the skirt where Kyoshi's underwear resided.

Holy shit. Is Rangi trying to do what Kyoshi thinks she's trying to do? Now? Of all the times?

"Rangi, we have a meeting," Kyoshi gasped.

"Just say the word and I'll stop," Rangi whispered into her ear.

A better Avatar would be able to resist. A better Avatar would be able to tell their girlfriend it's a bad idea to have sex when they're in the middle of an important meeting.

It would appear that Kyoshi is not a better Avatar.

"We need to be quick," Kyoshi hissed.

"Well who am I to defy the Avatar?" Rangi grinned.

With that, Rangi's hands slipped past the waistband and lightly brushed against Kyoshi's clit. The taller woman gasped once more and bit her lip to prevent the sound from coming out.

"Fuck, Kyoshi. I've barely even touched you," Rangi mumbled lowly.

The poor Avatar didn't even have time to respond before one of Rangi's fingers slowly entered her. Kyoshi gasped and clenched tightly around her finger. It's when Rangi started slowly moving her finger that Kyoshi let out a high pitch whine.

Embarrassingly enough, Kyoshi's always been rather vocal during sex. This really is not the time to be vocal.

"You know I love the sounds you make, but unless you want those Fire Nations nobles to see the Avatar getting fucked by her bodyguard, you're gonna need to be quiet for me," Rangi smirked.

The prospect of that scenario playing out is enough for Kyoshi's entire body temperature to increase. It's just not fair how sexy her girlfriend is or how her melodic voice gets Kyoshi all riled up.

The Avatar had gotten so wet that Rangi had no issues slipping a second finger inside of her. Kyoshi buried her face in Rangi's shoulder to muffle her moans. The way her fingers furiously thrusted inside Kyoshi brought her closer and closer to her breaking point.

While Rangi continued to fuck Kyoshi with her fingers, the bodyguard decided to continue her onslaught of kisses on the side of Kyoshi's neck. The sensation made the Avatar so weak in the knees that she's basically leaning on Rangi for support.

Kyoshi knew she wouldn't last much longer. Rangi's fingers were relentless and every spot her lips touched set Kyoshi's skin on fire. Then Rangi's fingers hit that perfect sweet spot that made Kyoshi want to cry out from pure bliss. The firebender's precise fingers hit that same spot over and over again, causing Kyoshi to arch into Rangi, desperate to be as close as possible to her.

Once Rangi's thumb began hastily circling Kyoshi's clit, it was over for her. The Avatar had to physically bite her lip to prevent her moan from coming out as she finally reached her climax. Evidence of Kyoshi's wetness was coated over Rangi's fingers as she slowly pulled them out of her. Rangi made direct eye contact with her as she licked Kyoshi's arousal right from her own fingers. Kyoshi's face burned at the sight.

Kyoshi was too busy reeling from her orgasm to mentally process the fact that Rangi had dropped to her knees. The bodyguard began to slowly lift up Kyoshi's shirt. The Avatar's eyes widened when she realized Rangi was not, in fact, done with her yet.

"Do you think you have one more left in you?" Rangi asked.

"No Rangi, we need to get back to the negotiations where literal nobility is waiting for us!"

Is what Kyoshi WOULD have said if she wasn't such a whore.

"Rangi please," Kyoshi begged in reality.

The Fire Nation woman grinned and threw Kyoshi's right leg over Rangi's shoulder while the other leg stayed planted firmly on the ground. Rangi rolled up Kyoshi's skirt to her waist.

"Be a good girl and hold this for me," Rangi whispered.

It was like Kyoshi's body had a mind of its own with how quickly she fulfilled such a command. Kyoshi used both hands to keep her skirt up as Rangi moved the Avatar's underwear to the side. Now her bodyguard got a full view of Kyoshi's aching cunt.

"Your pussy is just as pretty as you are," Rangi praised.

Kyoshi blushed at such a sincere and lewd compliment. A split second later, Rangi's mouth made contact where Kyoshi needed it most. The Avatar couldn't help but allow a low moan to slip out.

Rangi dragged her tongue along Kyoshi's entrance. Yet again, the Avatar had to bite her lip to stop any noises of pleasure from coming out. The bodyguard decided to focus on giving Kyoshi light kisses onto her clit before starting to suck it.

Kyoshi's pants and muffled moans increased as she was being brought closer to the edge in absolutely no time. The first orgasm already made her incredibly sensitive, she would come to her peak much faster now.

Rangi's tongue began circling faster around Kyoshi's clit in a way that made her vision blur. Kyoshi began helplessly grinding her cunt against Rangi's face to get even more stimulation as fast as possible. It all felt too good. Rangi is just too good.

Once again, the bodyguard has to essentially hold up Kyoshi's entire bodyweight. The way her tongue makes Kyoshi feel is just so intense she can barely think. Thank the spirits for the wall behind her.

Rangi's skilled tongue brings Kyoshi closer and closer to her breaking point. Kyoshi's hands squeezed her skirt as she felt herself approach her release. The bodyguard's hands gripped Kyoshi's thighs as she continued eating her out. Finally, finally, Kyoshi got to experience the sweet release she had been craving. For a second time, that is.

Kyoshi really couldn't stop herself from letting a breathy moan escape her lips. Rangi pulled back with Kyoshi's wetness all over her face. The Avatar blushed as Rangi had to pull out a small handkerchief from her pocket to clean herself from the mess Kyoshi made.

With the same amount of care one would use to handle a delicate vase, Rangi gently moved Kyoshi's leg off her shoulder. Kyoshi pouted, feeling the warmth of her girl leave her, but dropped her skirt once her underwear was readjusted.

Rangi finally stood up and peppered Kyoshi's face with light, playful kisses. The Avatar giggled as her touch began to tickle.

"We really should get back to the negotiations meeting," Rangi sighed while pulling away.

"Wait, what about you?" Kyoshi asked.

Kyoshi does her best to be a good girlfriend. It's only natural she'd want to return the favor.

"Don't worry about me. Knowing you came on my face was more than enough satisfaction. For now, at least," Rangi grinned.

Kyoshi blushed brightly and looked away from her lover's gaze. It always sounds so much more dirty saying it out loud than when they actually do it.

"Rangi?" Kyoshi asked once she felt her blush die down.

Rangi hummed in response. Kyoshi smiled and gave Rangi a quick but intense kiss.

"I love you," Kyoshi smiled.

At once, it was as though every hard exterior Rangi possessed automatically softened. It was a statement they both already knew, but it was always so good to say.

"I love you, too. Let's go, Jinpa's probably having a heart attack as we speak," Rangi said.

Kyoshi nodded and followed her girl back to the meeting room. Jinpa looked at them in pure relief once he saw them again.

"Everything okay you two? What took you guys so long?" Jinpa asked.

"Oh, we're perfectly fine. Just had to tend to the Avatar's needs," Rangi shrugged.

Kyoshis misses her makeup so much. She had to hold her fan in front of her face to hide the red blush spreading all over it. This meeting needs to be over five minutes ago. How is Kyoshi supposed to survive when the love of her life does things like this?

Please, for the love of all that is good in this life and the next, let this damned meeting end quickly.

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The rest of the meeting went surprisingly well and without a hitch. All that was left to do was finalize the paperwork tomorrow and they would be out of Kyoshi's hair. Thank the spirits for that.

Now that the day is over, Kyoshi has the opportunity to have even more sex with her girlfriend. Life truly is good.

Once the Fire Nation nobles left the premises, Kysohi turned to her girl and gave her a smile of pure relief. The relief of finally being done with the most grueling task imaginable, talking to other people. Usually, Rangi returned her smile. Instead, the firebender simply pursed her lips and avoided Kyoshi's face.

Is she feeling okay? Rangi seemed distracted, which is very unlike her. Maybe all the recent negotiations have been getting to her?

"We need to talk," was all Rangi said before walking back into their home.

In no universe is the phrase 'we need to talk' a good thing to hear from the woman you're dating. Kyoshi felt like she was walking to the gallows as she followed Rangi back to their shared bedroom. Once they reached said room, Kyoshi sat on the edge of the bed. Rangi did not sit beside her. Instead, she chose to stand right in front of her.

Well now Kyoshi is slightly terrified for their relationship. She simply waited for the bodyguard to speak.

"Look, next time you use such a tactic to get your way in negotiations, at least warn me first. I realize sometimes a more, unconventional approach is necessary, but I was completely blind sided," Rangi frowned

"What are you talking about? That was the most conventional strategy," Kyoshi replied, very confused.

Intimidation tactics in general are very common to use. In fact, Kyoshi would say it's her favorite tactic of all time. How she loves striking fear into people's hearts.

Yikes, it sounded really bad when she put it that way.

"You're kidding me, right? There's absolutely nothing conventional about what happened back there!" Rangi snapped, voice laced with hurt.

Kyoshi has no idea why Rangi is so upset. Could it be Kyoshi had done something to offend her?

"Look, I honestly don't understand why you're so upset. I did what I always do. I scare the life out of them, they give us what we want. Simple math," Kyoshi insisted.

Rangi did not look amused at all.

"Scared them? You're claiming to have scared them? You have to be joking," Rangi scoffed.

"Uh, no. No I'm not," Kyoshi honestly told her.

Rangi stared at her for a moment before her entire expression changed.

"Holy shit, you're not joking," Rangi mumbled.

"Why would I?" Kyoshi asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rangi merely continued to stare at her for a moment. Then, she buried her face in her hands. She let out a strangled, almost choking sound and Kyoshi feared her girl was crying. Then she looked up and found Rangi laughing.

The fuck is so funny?

"I could not be more lost right now," Kyoshi bluntly stated.

Rangi, still laughing her ass off, walked over and sat next to Kyoshi on the bed. Once she was finished with her little giggles, Rangi let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"Spirits, I fell in love with a moron," Rangi said.

"I mean, you're probably not wrong, but why?" Kyoshi exclaimed.

She is just so confused. For once, Kyoshi thought she knew what she was doing!

"I swear, you're denser than the rocks you bend. Kyoshi, those nobles weren't scared of you, they were flirting with you," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blinked twice. Then immediately rolled her eyes. That's what she thought was going on? Seriously?

"C'mon Rangi, there's no way. I think I would know if I was getting hit on," Kyoshi drawled.

"I had a crush on you for two years before you confessed," Rangi very rudely reminded her.

"That's true, but be realistic Rangi. I'm well aware of what I look like," Kyoshi scoffed.

"Believe me, so am I. What exactly are you trying to say?" Rangi glared.

Boy, her girl is not going to like this one. Along with being the Avatar's bodyguard, it was Rangi's life mission to build Kyoshi's confidence. The Avatar never really excelled in that department.

"No need for the looks, Rangi. It's not like I think I'm some hideous troll or anything. But, well, I'm crazy tall and have a lot of scars. It's not exactly an ideal look. Neither are the freckles, I've come to learn. Besides, it's like you said. I had nice hands before they got all scarred, but now," Kyoshi sighed while trailing off.

Rangi frowned before holding both of Kyoshi's hands in her own. She soothingly rubbed her thumbs against the back of Kyoshi's hands.

"I'm sorry I made you feel as though a part of you was undesirable. That's really not what I was trying to say. I've always found your hands pretty, I just conveyed my feelings poorly. I admit, I have very complicated feelings about your scars," Rangi sighed.

She thinks that deep down, Kyoshi knew that already. Unfortunately, her self esteem has never really been sky high. Hearing Rangi say those words out loud was a bigger comfort than Kyoshi thought it would be.

"Oh? Like what?" Kyoshi asked curiously.

"On one hand, I hate that you had to experience so much pain. They're reminders that I wasn't able to protect you. You never deserved such horrible treatment. But on the other hand," Rangi said. "Spirits, Kyoshi, your scars are so attractive. The way they decorate your skin makes you look like a damn masterpiece. It's like lightning running across your body. I've never seen anyone so beautiful."

Rangi was staring at Kyoshi with so much love that it actually stole the air from her lungs. Immediately, the Avatar's cheeks were burning so badly they had to resemble the deep red of a fire lily.

"So you think I'm attractive," Kyoshi mumbled with a dopey grin.

Rangi gave her a look and lightly kicked her leg. Kyoshi let out a small giggle at her girlfriend's action.

"Of course I think you're attractive, you big oaf. We are in a romantic relationship," Rangi snorted.

Kyoshi giggled and pressed a small kiss atop Rangi's forehread. Her girl blushed a bit before leaning her head on Kyoshi's shoulder.

"You know, in the Fire Nation, scars really are considered to be a very beautiful addition to the human body. I hate to agree with that stupid Akiko or whatever, but your scars are so pretty. They're like little trophies of battles you survived. Let me tell you, they'd have gone ballistic if they knew about your stretch marks. They're a sign of growth and health back. Just another part of you so attractive it drives me insane," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blushed once more at the mention of said marks. Her stretch marks mainly littered around her breasts and thighs. Now that Kyoshi thinks about it, Rangi's always given them special attention.

"Also, fuck Yokoya beauty standards. I adore your freckles. The jackass nobles certainly did too," Rangi huffed.

Kyoshi giggled and kissed her girl's nose. Then, realization dawned on her.

"Oh spirits, does that mean me showing off my scars," Kyoshi trailed off.

"Yeah, you were basically seducing them. It was very effective," Rangi confirmed.

"That's so humiliating! Now everything I threatened just sounds sexual!" Kyoshi groaned while flopping on the bed.

Rangi laughed and laid down next to her. Kyoshi adjusted herself so that they were eye level. Spirits, Rangi has the prettiest eyes.

"That may or may not be why I dragged you out of the meeting. I get that people flirt with you, I do. But it just seemed like you were flirting back this time," Rangi admitted quietly.

Kyoshi frowned at the realization that it definitely seemed like she was flirting. She cringed remembering the comment about what her hands had done. That really sounds sexual and Kyoshi absolutely hates it.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to," Kyoshi honestly told her.

"Now I know you didn't. I'm not upset since you were unaware. I guess I just got too jealous. I wasn't too much during that meeting, was I? I hope I didn't pressure you into anything," Rangi worriedly stated.

It shouldn't be possible to be this in love with someone, yet here Kyoshi is. The amount of love she has for Rangi is far too much to be contained in this world.

"Of course I wanted everything you gave me. I'll sleep good tonight knowing that my stoic, calm, and collected bodyguard fucked me in the middle of a negotiations meeting because she was jealous," Kyoshi teased.

Rangi groaned and playfully shoved Kyoshi's shoulder. The Avatar merely laughed and scooted closer to her.

"You're not the only one who gets jealous, you know. I swear countless people have tried hitting on you. I never feel too upset about it because you shut them down so quickly it baffles them," Kyoshi smiled.

Rangi merely kissed Kyoshi on the lips in response. Kyoshi was more than happy to feel her love's lips on her once more.

"I still can't believe you didn't notice, they were being so obvious about it. I really shouldn't be surprised. Not like this is the first time you were flirted with and were completely oblivious," Rangi sighed.

"What? What other times are there?" Kyoshi frowned.

"My point exactly. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Rangi teased as she kissed her cheek.

Kyoshi just smiled and observed Rangi's face for a moment. Truly, has there ever been a more beautiful woman? Kyoshi doubts it.

The Avatar was going to change the subject and suggest the two get a quick nap in, but stopped herself. There's just one detail that still doesn't make sense about today.

"Oh, quick question. Do you know what was up with Jinpa during the meeting? I've never seen him so antsy," Kyoshi asked.

Rangi's face turned bright red and she avoided Kyoshi's gaze. It took her a couple moments, but Rangi finally gave her an answer.

"That was unfortunately my fault. I'm not as calm and collected as I look. Seeing someone flirt with my girlfriend kind of makes me seethe with rage. When they started hitting on you, I thought I was gripping the chair but I was really digging into Jinpa's arm. He told me it was fine so pretty much every time you were hit on, I squeezed his arm. I'm pretty sure I ended up burning it at some point. So, uh, please remind me to apologize to him tomorrow," Rangi sheepishly told her.

Wow.

"Between the two of us, that poor bastard needs the biggest raise in all Four Nations."

"Agreed."

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Can we have more bendy straw fics? More angst please though(you don't have to add the angst if you don't want to)

I just find your fics and your art and your head anons and everything you post as super cool and your my idol and I just wanna see if you would talk to me you don't have to of course !!!

I'm sending support to you though! Alot of it!!!!

Bye!!!

(have a nice day and I hope your gonna be happy even though USA is crap right now cause of trump)

First things first: thank you so much for your kind words it means a lot to me ^_^

Second: I’m not from the USA I’m from Serbia 🇷🇸 so things aren’t as bad as there there and trumps not my president but my president isn’t the best so it’s still nice to have support

Third: of course you can >:3 (TW for character death)

I’m in love with you

He walked inside the funeral home.

I’ve been in love with you for a while now

He took his seat next his teary eyed brother as he held onto his fiancés hand.

I know it’s mean of me to tell you this now

He came third to give a speech, first one right after Boris and Felix.

But I’m pretty sure I won’t have a chance to tell you this any other time

He forced himself to not cry choking on his suppressed sobs as he spoke.

So please don’t hate when I say this

He walked next to Boris keeping a hand on his shoulder as they watched the casket get lowered into a grave.

I am in love with you Cuphead

He found hat standing apart from the rest, he looked sad but Cup was sure he wasn’t mourning Bendy as a person and more like mourning the fact he lost what was probably a very powerful individual that could have brought him a lot of power.

Hat turned to him as he felt his gaze, He quickly smirked a mask falling on his face.

“Well if it isn’t the cowered himself” hat laughed “The hell is that supposed to mean?” Even tho his tone was angry he felt genuine confusion, Not like Bendy died cause of his doing he would have already been at Boris knees apologizing if that were the case.

“Oh nothing, nothing just the fact you were so scared of your little deal you never expressed your feelings towards the boy” Hat continued a smug look on his face,

Normally he would have cursed him out Normally he would have even punched him

But he didn’t know. He didn’t know Bendy was dying until he fell on the floor in pain cursing as he stubbornly tried to get up and keep going even tho he shouldn’t have even been able to get up in the first place. He didn’t know Bendy’s feelings towards him even tho looking back they were painful obviously the guy is not subtle. And apparently he didn’t even know he shared those feelings.

Except he did.

A small part of him knew and he didn’t let himself think of that small part. Because he was sacred, Scared of the mob hurting Bendy Scared of the devil hurting Bendy.

Scared of hurting Bendy himself.

And he did just that, He hurt him cause even tho he held him in his arms as he took his last breath he never said anything. He never told him how he felt the same way, And now he’ll never be able to.

He didn’t notice Hat stiffed as he began to cry

He didn’t notice him leaving either

He didn’t hear his brother calling him

He only snapped out of it when he felt hands on his shoulders squeezing them lightly as Mugman looked at him in worry.

I loved him

His voice came out week his brother barely catching what he said

“I-I love him. An-and he Loved me t-too”

He continued choking on his tears

“I didn’t tell him that- even tho he said!”

His voice was now louder catching the attention of few people around them

“He told me….and I said nothing…I let him die in silence… he hated silence..”

He felt someone hug him from behind, If he could think in that moment he would have known that it was Alice by the strength of the hug. He didn’t feel her tears on his back or Mugs on his shoulder, He only felt pain in his chest and emptiness in his heart.

He will never be able to tell Bendy that he loved him too