#i should've realized that since this wasn't going to be the last act，that there's no way things would go to shit for real yet

[kentopedia]

if we're asking for nanami thoughts then i just wanna know how he'd act if you came home llate from a mission or work jwjbsbs i need this rn

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SAFE & SOUND — nanami kento

contents: gn!reader 🤍 heheh i didn't mean to write a whole little drabble but i cannot resist something like this ! sfw & a little bit of angst for kicks and giggles — 700

given the nature of being a sorcerer, nanami can't help but get worried when you're running late. he watches the clock tick, minute after minute passing while you still haven't answered his calls.

he's nervous, of course he's nervous. but he doesn't want to be annoying. he knows you can take care of yourself, knows you're strong and capable; and he doesn't want to seem like an overprotective boyfriend. even if it terrifies him that he can't get a hold of you.

instead, he'll just wait for your response, pace the apartment with his phone in his hands and pretend like everything's fine.

kento tries to stay calm. but 45 minutes have passed, and you still haven't answered him.

he's not usually an anxious man, not usually one to let his emotions get the best of him; but his palms are sweaty, his hands shaky, and he can't remember the last time he's felt so on edge.

the dinner he made earlier is already cold, even his own, which he can't bring himself to eat now.

kento's beginning to wonder if he needs to start making calls. there's no need for him to overreact, not when he hasn't been informed that your mission went awry. perhaps satoru knows where you are, shoko, one of the students.

or maybe not. if he doesn't get an answer soon, he'll consider going out after you.

he waits for ten more minutes. the seconds drag on and on.

kento's finger hovers over gojo's contact name. he contemplates.

but the door unlocks just before he can click it, and you're stepping through the threshold, shaking off your coat like nothing's wrong. your hair's a little wind-blown, but otherwise, kento can't spot anything off about you. there's no noticeable wounds, no pain in your expression other than exhaustion.

he's to you in just a few steps, dropping his phone back on the table to take you into his arms. you don't even have time to take your shoes off before he's crushing you to his chest, a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing it near his heart.

you can hear it hammering in his ribcage, an erratic rhythm that makes guilt flower in your stomach. already, you feel so horrible, you'd been in such a rush to get home.

"kento," you say softly, apologetically, and he swallows, kissing your forehead. he's trying to pretend like nothing's wrong, like he wasn't just scared out of his mind, but you can see right through it. "i didn't mean to worry you."

it doesn't take a genius to realize he'd been afraid, not with the way he can't take his hands off of you.

he breathes, kisses the top of your head. "you didn't call me back."

"my phone died. i didn't get the chance to." you feel so, so awful, especially since you know that this has always been his greatest fear.

time after time, he's lived while other sorcerers die, and you know, even if he doesn't tell you, that he's just waiting for it to be you next. for it to be you lying on that steely table, leaving kento all alone, hardened to the world, perhaps forever.

"i'm so, so sorry, kento," you say, pressing your hand against his chest, feeling as the rhythm of his heartbeat dies down. "i was going to call you back as soon as i finished the mission, and then–"

"shh," he squeezes you tight once more, reassuring, "it's okay. it's not your fault, sweetheart."

"i should've been more prepared." your features pinch together. "i should've charged my phone before i left."

"it's okay," kento says again, and you're not sure when you became the one that's being consoled. "the important thing is that you're home safe and sound."

you swallow down your guilt, kissing his collarbone, the closest part of him that you can get your lips on. "i don't like worrying you."

finally, kento pulls away. you can see the distress that's slowly fading, the way his hands stop their nervous shaking. he brushes a piece of hair away from your face, smiling softly. the expression is almost sad, but there's so much love there, so much affection that you ache.

"well there's nothing we can do about that," he says, kissing your forehead before slinging an arm over your shoulder. "i worry about you all the time."

you open your mouth to argue, but it dies quickly. your rebuttal is futile, hypocritical. you worry about him just as much.

"i'm going to be just fine," you tell him as he leads you to the kitchen, where the cold food is sitting there, waiting. "i'll always make it home to you."

he smiles, and squeezes your hand once. "i sure hope so."

[companionjones]

The Good In Him

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Damon realizes something. He realizes a lot of things.

Warnings: Cursing

"fUCKING HELL, DAMON! Announce yourself next time!" You practically jumped out of your skin when you walked into your room to see Damon seated at the foot of your bed.

He remained quiet. He wasn't looking at you.

You read the room. "Damon...? Are you alright?"

Still, he said nothing.

"You're going to have to give me some sign of life, here. So I know you're not, like, possessed by anything."

It was barely noticeable, but you saw Damon's lip quirk up at that. Finally, he spoke. "I'm just trying to figure out when this happened."

"When what happened--"

"I mean, I've been in love with her for 145 years. I don't know anything else."

You nodded, understanding who 'she' was. "Katherine--"

Damon stood up, but he still wasn't looking at you. "The only reason I came back here was to get her back. She has been the one and only reason behind every decision I've made until that night I went into that tomb."

"Did Katherine do something to you--?"

He went on, "And even after that, she wasn't out of my mind. I was still thinking about her every second of everyday. Where was she? Why did she do what she did?"

"Damon--"

"She came at me tonight. She had me pinned to the ground and she kissed me. And what did I do?"

"What did you do?" You'd given up on trying to talk to him, and decided to let his story play out.

"I rejected her."

That got your attention. "What?"

Damon repeated himself. "I rejected her. Told her to leave. Try the other Salvatore brother. She was not happy." He laughed at that last part.

"Isn't this all you've wanted all this time?" You wondered, "Why did you reject her?"

For the first time that night, Damon responded to you. He also looked you in the eyes for the first time that night as well. "Because of you."

"What?"

"I did it because of you."

Your brow furrowed. "Why?"

He was quiet for a second. "When did we first meet?" Damon asked you.

"When you first got back to town. You told me," you answered.

His lip quirked up again. "Yeah. And you've been glued to my side ever since. Even when I told you what I was you didn't leave. You wanted to help me get this girl back. Why?"

"Why did I want to help you?" you asked.

Damon nodded.

"Honestly?"

He rolled his eyes and sarcastically answered, “No. Lie to me."

You rolled your eyes right back him. "...I guess I did it because I saw the good in you. You deserved at least this." Every word was the truth.

"Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where did you see the good in me?"

Again, you rolled your eyes. "Really, Damon?"

He stood his ground. "For once, I am being completely serious. Answer the question."

You sighed. "Well, you certainly didn't show it in most of your actions...It was just something I felt, you know? In my heart...What?"

Damon was gazing at you. A smile was appearing on his face.

"Clue me in, Damon," you urged.

It was like he was realizing something he thought he should've realized a long time ago. "It was...you. You decided when it happened."

"When what happen--mm!"

Damon had sped toward you to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

You immediately pulled away. "Damon!" Your face was still in his hands.

The vampire had the lightest smile on his face. "You decided when to fall in love with me, and that's how I returned the favor."

You knew you should have been questioning the kiss, or maybe why Damon was acting so deliriously happy, but only one question was on your mind. "You love me?" You needed to hear him say it. You'd been hiding your side of things long enough.

Damon turned serious again. He put his forehead against yours and admitted, "I love you, Y/n."

Your heart stuttered, and a tear left your eye (which Damon quickly wiped away). "I love you too, Damon." You leaned forward to kiss him.

Damon met your lips halfway.

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[caitchercatlady]

Not Having a Good Time

-Heartslabyul Version

Note: Hey, everyone. So I've had these stories on the back burner for quite a bit, and I do have intentions to work on more than just this one imagines series. I hope you guys like this one nonetheless first <3

Riddle Rosehearts

As much of a stickler Riddle is for keeping the peace, unless it's necessary not to, he can tell when someone is not in the mood for nonsense in the exhausted sense of the word. He will ask to speak with you in private, away from any snickering and gossip.

"Queen's Rule #568: Grievances must be shared over a cup of lavender tea and the griever's favorite treat."

You and Riddle will enjoy this occasion in the quiet side of the garden, where Riddle allows you to rant about your issues as he listens with open ears. Riddle always had Trey and Chen'ya who would listen to his problems, so it was only right as a Housewarden to act upon his position with you, even if you aren't his house student.

He knows it's not the permanent solution, but, while also warning not to tell anyone that this happened, he gives you a hug of comfort, lifting your spirits just a little.

Trey Clover

You have your head to the floor, so you don't notice Trey approaching when you accidentally bump into him and step on the tip of his shoe. Already distressed enough as it is, you apologize profusely. Trey smirks as he replies:

"It is just a shoe, not my mother's flower garden. Why don't you walk with me?"

As Vice Housewarden, the solver of the majority of the dorm's problems and the mediator of all squabbles, it is Trey's natural instinct to approach you the moment he sees the frown on your face. He allows you to express your grievances as you walk through the campus garden.

Trey believes the best way to release stress is a nice baking session. He even lets you do the kneading and taste testing steps.

Cater Diamond

Even though you just want to be alone in Ramshackle Dorm, prior to your return to your dorm, Cater couldn't help but notice how stressful you've felt all week if your account is proof of anything. He couldn't help but send you a DM on MagiCam.

Your latest pic is looking pretty gloomy. If you wanna talk, spam me as much as you like. -CayCay <3

You gladly take the offer since you felt comfortable ranting not face-to-face. You can tell that Cater is reading them by reacting to each message you send with an alternate sad or a heart emoji.

As a peacemaking offering, Cater tells you that if you are ever interested in doing a "Cay Cay pampering session," he'd be at your dorm in half a finger snap to help clear the stress from your mind.

Ace Trappola

When you're not feeling your best, the last you need is someone or something to make it worse. Ace didn't get on your best side as he pulled off the "dunk your face into your lunch" prank today. He didn't react so nicely when you told him off, but after realizing what had gone on prior to that prank, he finds you during flying class to try to make things up for what he did.

"Yuu...what happened at lunch today, I'm sorry. I should've just said, "Hi," and asked how you were doing. I didn't know you were already mad. Please forgive me. If you can't, let me make it up to you somehow."

If Ace wasn't sincere, you supposed he would've waited until after class was over to apologize. Now that he was listening, you let out everything that had been going on before Ace pulled off the prank. You also express the "I message," which Ace is more than willing to accept.

With Vargas busy with...whatever Vargas is doing, Ace offers you to go on a flying ride with him. A little entertainment screaming would do you some good to make you forget about your problems...even just a little.

Deuce Spade

Deuce finds it odd that you've been less chatty as of late. You barely even spoke when the professors pointed to you for answers to their questions. He catches you after class and asks what's happening. He's all ears to hearing you out. That's when you finally respond, and he feels the pain with every word that comes out of you.

"Ah geez, Yuu. I'm really sorry. I think I've been feeling it, too, and when I'm feeling that way, I need a Blastcycle ride. Wanna go on one right now?"

You don't find that to be a bad idea, so you guys head out and take a campus ride to let the issues out of your hair. The island is lovely enough for its wind to brush it right out.

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

30. Minjeong to the rescue

You entered minjeongs room to find her sitting down on the ground, already fidgeting with new pieces of Lego to finish up one of the towers. "you know I kind of feel like a double agent since you showed me your private account."

"knowledge is power after all." you smiled as you sat down. " how did things go after I left?"

" the usual. Jimin said you weren't feeling well and that she told you to go and lay down. We ended up talking about all things that happened this semester including the Uhm... The Parker incident. He won't be around for much longer at the university, his dad is transferring him to some military thing or something. "

"you went over to his place after everything happened didn't you? Jimin and I talked about it and you told her you were with me, you told me you had other plans and the next day you have a bruised hand and Parker claimed he had a fight with some guy." you reached over for another bag of Lego pieces and started to build a new part of the castle.

"he had it coming. I knew you couldn't do it with your scholarship being on the line and he would have found a way to get you kicked out."

"he threatened with it when he saw me with jimin. Guess he didn't like people knowing he wasn't all that. Makes me wonder how he slept with so many girls if he isn't that good? Rumours spread fast around campus yet nothing about him being bad in bed until jimin dumped him. "

"he has money and looks, some girls don't care about anything but bragging rights. Who knows, maybe they tried to get something out of it themselves." she clicked the last piece onto the tower and connected to the growing structure in front of you. "enough about him. Why did you suddenly disappear?"

You sighed and thought it over, would minjeong listen and understand your feelings or would she defend jimin without thinking about it? One thing you know for sure is that she stays true to her feelings and opinions so she probably wouldn't just brush it off and defend her friend. "jimin came up to me in the kitchen and hugged me. I told her we probably shouldn't and then she turned me around, if I didn't push her away she would've kissed me. It was like she didn't see the problem in that. I was introduced as a friend and didn't want to be caught kissing their daughter in their kitchen at all. That would be disrespectful wouldn't it? "

"you were scared of getting caughed I understand that but you do realize your fighting over a hypothetical thing that could've happened? Unless you're mad about something else and are using this as an excuse. "

"i'm not." you frowned as minjeong gave you a look before focusing back on the Lego piece.

"so you're not mad about meeting her parents as a friend instead of her girlfriend?"

"No? We're taking things Slow and I understand if she isn't ready for any labels yet. I-"

"i'm gonna stop you right there before you try to sell me more bullshit." she layed down her work before stealing your lego's out of your hands," You've been acting like a couple long before you confessed to one another. If and I say if you are upset over the fact she was so careless you should tell her because right now she doesn't know why you're upset. Now if it is about meeting the parents as a friend you should've thought about that before you joined the trip, you knew they were coming and you knew jimin told them you were a friend. "

"since when are you a therapist?" you clocked an eyebrow.

"since the day I met these girls." she smirked.

"well if you'll excuse me I have to go and talk to jimin. I'll come back after so we can finish this castle."

"you better! We should be able to finish it in an hour together I think. Just don't let jimin drag you into bed, I'm waiting and the rooms aren't soundproof just so you know." she sent you a playful glance as you walked out laughing.

"noted!" you walked into the living room to see aeri and ning watching a new k-drama, Once aeri spotted you she motioned to the bedrooms. You made your way over to jimin's room and softly knocked on the door.

"yeah?" jimin's voice came softly from inside and you opened the bedroom door to see her laying on her bed with a book.

"Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for today. I should've never put you in the position to make up an excuse for me to your parents." you quietly sat down on the bed as she placed the book on her bedside table.

"I don't care about that. What I do care about is that you got all weird without any explanation."

"I got upset over the fact that you were so careless about kissing me. It hadn't been a day since I met your parents and it felt wrong. They think I'm your friend and I got scared about them finding out that I'm not just a friend. That I..."

"that you?" She raised an eyebrow at your sudden silence.

"that the whole Parker thing was my fault."

"what are you talking about? You weren't -"

"jimin if we didn't sleep together when you were together with him, he wouldn't have hit you. Do your parents know why he did it?"

"They know enough, Parker probably told his dad that I cheated too. I don't know if my parents know but they'll find out eventually. It was my choice though, you didn't pressure me into anything. Parker chose to hit me and it's no one's fault except his."

You nodded as you looked down at the ground. The sound of blankets rustling filled the room before you felt arms wrap around your waist. Jimin placed a kiss on your shoulder as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of your neck. "I promised minjeong I'd come back after talking with you. Her exact words were 'don't let jimin drag you into bed'"

"I didn't drag you, you sat down voluntarily." she smiled against your skin, "wouldn't you rather spend time with me in bed then build Legos with minjeong?"

You sucked your teeth, "see that's were you get too cocky. Minjeong and I have a goal we need to achieve. I'll come back once we're done though." you turned towards her as she pulled back from you.

"wha- you're not kidding? You're actually choosing lego's over me?" She looked at you in disbelieve.

"I made a promise to my friend so yes." you smirked as you stood up, "I don't have favorite's you know."

"She's your friend, I'm your-" she cut herself off but you both knew what she was going to say. "just go." she blushed as she picked up her book.

To be honest you were debating on teasing her with that near slip up but decided to leave it for now. You leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head, jimin looked up with a smile and pouted her lips slightly. After planting another kiss on her lips you left her alone and went back to minjeong to finish the Lego castle.

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[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; getting into an argument w/ your bf & walking out :( genre ; angst to fluff warnings ; metions of anxiety ( sakusa's ) slightt heartache lol, boys call you an "attention-seeking whore", knife mentioned metaphorically, lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i literally just wanted something angsty so here's this lmao. also the boys are complete dicks here :') + this shit took like forever for me 2 finish lol, send me requests i have 0 ideas atm

kiyoomi is seriously the most stubborn man when it comes to arguments.

he'll always hear you out, you think.

except this was one of the times where he didn't.

you just came from your favorite cafe that you went to with your friend, osamu.

you ordered a drink for yourself, then another for your boyfriend at home

you didn't happen to tell your boyfriend about going out with a friend, thinking that it didn't matter since osamu and your boyfriend were well acquainted.

without giving it a second thought, you posted a picture on instagram captioned "coffee run with onigiri miya :)"

you were soon receiving a ton of likes, which shed some unnecessary light on you and osamu's seemingly “too-friendly” relationship

sadly, kiyoomi began to see you the same way others did as well.

walking through the door, you decided that today was a good day. "kiyoomi!", you chirped. you made your way towards your boyfriend, seemingly not realizing the storm that was brewing fast.

"did you have fun?" sakusa asked, but not in the usual sweet tone he usually uses. it sounded.. cold? maybe even snarky if you listened hard enough.

"oh yeah! i went to the cafe i usually go to and they had a whole new menu for summer, i-" you were cut off by his aggressive tone.

"really, now?," the coldness that laced his voice made you flinch, "so, you're just gonna skip over the fucking part where you were alone with atsumu's brother?"

you lift your palms up as if to calm him down, which was in vain as the storm had finally begun. he's never sworn at you, let alone speak to you with such tone.

"omi-"

you were cut off once more, the nickname that filled sakusa with so much joy just this morning had seemed to fuel his already brewing anger instead.

"don't fucking 'omi' me." he grits. now you're really feeling it, fear rushing through your veins. you really didn't think he'd get so angry about this. if you knew this would happen, you would've called to let him know.

"kiyoomi, i really didn't-"

"don't spout bullshit now," he scoffs, thinking your trembling arms were an act. "you posted it on your instagram as if you wanted me to see it."

he inches closer and closer to your trembling body, not realizing that you were in genuine fear. anxiety filled your lungs. it got harder and harder to breathe. sakusa's blinded by rage at this point, and doesn't bother to stop himself from what he says next.

"you're just an attention-seeking whore now, huh?" he says, venom coating his words. your heart shattered. the drink you brought him now lays on the ground, as well as your heart.

you didn't notice how tears welled up in your eyes. neither did you notice how the slight trembling of your hands transitioned to uncontrollable shaking. 'did he really just say that?' you thought, 'does he not want me anymore?'. your thoughts spiraled until your breaths became shallow. with the last bit of composure you had left, you rushed into your bedroom.

sakusa noticed the effect his words had on you a few minutes too late. he knew he should've let you talk, but seeing you with another man that wasn't him sparked something in him.. 'was it jealousy?', he can't tell.

he noticed the way his heart started racing the moment you locked yourself inside the bedroom. sounds of shuffling and sniffling sobs were the only things he could make out from the opposite side of the door.

'fuck, fuck, fuck.' he fucked up, and he knows.

"baby? baby, we can talk this out." he stutters. his hand gripping the doorknob so hard, his knuckles became pale.

the shuffling stopped. but, the sniffling didn't.

the door swung open, almost making sakusa fall forward. as he takes a look at you, his heart stops.

you have a duffel bag in one hand and an overstuffed tote bag in the other. the apples of your cheeks are stained with tears, and your eyes are shone bright red. you hiccup here and there as you try to push through sakusa's muscular build.

you were losing your composure once again. you needed to get out of there, now.

after a minute, and another,

you finally lose it.

"move out of the fucking way!"

this time.. it was sakusa who flinched. it was now him who was trembling in fear and guilt.

"y/n.. baby please," he begs. oh, he begs and begs. but, you don't budge. as he looks down at the eyes that once held so much love and adoration for him were.. gone. there was nothing but hurt swimming through those pretty eyes of his lover. that's if he could still call you his at all.

you let out a shaky breath. clutching the bags in your hands so hard, your nails begin to sink deeper and deeper into your palms.

"do you even want me?"

sakusa's blood runs cold. 'how could you ever say that?' he thought. of course he wanted you, you're the only person he'd ever want. how could you ever think--

oh.

it took him a moment, but he realized that he's the reason why you've been out so much, lately. he leaves before you're awake, and comes home when you're fast asleep. his neglect. his carelessness.

sakusa's so lost in thought, he doesn't realize he kept you waiting.

you took his silence as an answer and the waterworks began to fall once again. you couldn't let your boyfriend— well, ex, see you in such a pathetic state a second time.

you nod, slowly. then make your way past him. your arms limp against your side.

sakusa finally snaps out of his thoughts before stopping you in your tracks.

"stop!" he gasps. "just stop."

his hands found their way to your waist.

when you don't push him away, he takes it as a good sign.

"what?" you choke out. light hiccups still audible.

he pulls you closer, "there will never be a time where i won't want you."

your heart aches heavily.

"yet it always seems like you don't."

you whispered those words quietly. if sakusa wasn't so close, he wouldn't have heard the way you gasped and sniffled. it was almost like you were trying not to let him hear..

dropping your duffel bag, a light thud made its way to your ears.

you turn to face the raven-haired behind you, eyes staring at your shoes due to the shame of being seen crying.

he places his index finger lightly under your chin, lifting it up so you'd look at him one more time.

"i will always want you, y/n," he assures you, waiting for a reaction. your eyes didn't waver from the tears flooding them, letting sakusa know you weren't convinced at all.

you push him away slightly. a pang in kiyoomi's chest made it seemingly harder to breathe.

you look down at your shoes again, clenching your fists into a ball tightly. "you've given me every reason to fucking believe that i wasn't worth it anymore."

kiyoomi's mouth opens and closes. he wants to say something-- no, he needs to say something.

you continue, "the one moment i wanna walk out on you the same way you've done to me, is the one time you actually want me here."

his heart broke. it broke into pieces he could never count.

"i'm," he gasps, trying to inch closer and closer to you. "baby, you can't do this to me, please."

you pick up the duffel bag you dropped on the ground before swinging it over your shoulder. you turn your head to face him before leaving,

"how you feel now is the same feeling i felt for 2 months." you say.

and with that, you were out the door.

kiyoomi's now on his knees, sobbing into his hands.

its been about two days since you've been home.

sakusa was miserable. he missed your laugh, your voice, your everything.

if he can barely last two days, how can he go on about the rest of his life?

at this point he's in withdrawal due to your absence.

you on the other hand, feel a little better, maybe even refreshed. you were thinking about your boyfriend, who you assume was doing just fine without you.

'i'll stop by for a bit, i forgot my facewash anyway.' you think. you were annoyed when you realized you left it, and didn't exactly seem inclined to buy a new one since your current one still had so much product left, not only that, it was expensive as hell.

as you stood right at the door, you exhale swiftly before entering.

the house was clean, nothing was out of place. it looked.. lifeless. like no one ever lived in the place at all.

you step inside as if the place was never your own, keeping your hands to yourself and trying to make as little noise as possible. you make it to the bathroom. you find your facewash fast, and exit.

as you made your way back out, you noticed that there was no one in the masters bedroom where you would usually find kiyoomi. 'that's odd.' you thought. it was kiyoomi's day off today, and you were kinda hoping that your raven-haired boyfriend would be around.

you sulk a little bit before reaching the living room. you walk past a picture frame that included you and sakusa. you had a petty argument about that, too. kiyoomi only kept it up because he wanted to avoid another argument, you think.

while you were busy staring at the little frame, you didn't seem to hear the light shuffling behind you.

you gasp when strong arms pull you into a tight embrace.

you recognize his touch immediately. "kiyoomi?"

he hums as a response, "missed you so much." he says. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. you missed him, too. you indulge yourself in his touch for a few minutes more before twirling around to face him.

"are we.. still together?" you asked. examining his face, there seemed to be dark circles under his dark eyes.

he looks at you with shock, "we never broke up, i wouldn't let you if you tried."

you smile. you don't notice the light sigh of relief your boyfriend lets out when he sees you beaming. it put him at ease, knowing he can still make you smile like that.

shrugging, "if only you showed me that same energy the past 2 months." you comment, "i'm just here for the facewash, so go about your day, i guess."

kiyoomi's eyes widened before wrapping his arms around you in a tight but not suffocating hold.

"no." he whispers.

"hey, don't act like you didn't want me out in the first place." you roll your eyes.

"don't leave," he says, barely above a whisper. "two days without you were hell, i don't wanna imagine a life without you at all."

your heart skipped a beat a few times.

"shouldn't have been so mean to me."

"yell at me, kick me in the balls. i'll take whatever you throw at me." he suggests.

rolling your eyes once again you say, "unlike you, i'm nice, so i'll pass. just.. don't treat me as if i don't matter-- please." you mutter the last part.

sakusa complies almost immediately. engulfing you into a big hug, cherishing your touch as if his life depended on it. he kisses your head again and again.

yeah. maybe.. maybe this'll be the turning point in your relationship.

suna is absolutely brutal when angry

this just had to be one of the worst moments of when he was.

you were out at work helping your coworker

you didnt seem to realize how late it had gotten once you finished

as an apology to your boyfriend, you bought him a few of his favorite snacks

none of that could have prepared you for what happened once you walked through that door.

you were packing up after a day of being overworked. thank god you had your coworker kita helping you out. you were exhausted and just wanted to get home to your boyfriend, rin. you decided to be the sweet and angelic girlfriend you are by buying a few of his favorite snacks.

unfortunately.

your boyfriend refused to acknowledge your efforts.

you came home, singing a light "rin~"

you waited for a reply, receiving none at all. you were confused.

'hmm, hes never not greeted me before..'

you shrug it off, removing your coat and placing it in its usual spot. calling out to rin again, you made your way to your shared bedroom.

you walked in to find your boyfriend at the foot of your bed, who looked distressed. he looked angry and maybe even a little pale..

"hi rin"

he takes a moment to look you in the eye. once he did, you wish he hadn't.

"no text, no call, no fucking note?" he yells, causing you to flinch at the sudden change in mood. the room felt stuffy, making it hard to breathe. "you expect me to greet you with a warm hello after you leave me hanging for hours?"

the once calm suna you were used to was now blowing up in your face. you didn't know what to do.

"rinatrou-"

snapping once again, cutting you off, he says, "no don't even try to talk right now." he pulls out his phone.

on the screen he sees a picture of you and kita, your coworker, looking into each other's eyes with a smile on both faces.

your eyes flash to suna, then back at the screen. you begin to stammer and stumble over your words.

"can't say jackshit now, can you?" you panic. who took that photo? why did they take it?" so many thoughts sped through your mind and you couldn't keep up.

suna continued to bash you, yell at you. he failed to notice how you were on the verge of a breakdown. he failed to notice the short breaths you took, the slight tremble in your hands.

"rin, i can explain-"

"shut the fuck up," he yelled, "first you wanna stay out late with one of my friends, now you wanna tell me there was nothing going on in this picture?"

"baby, you have to believe me- nothing happened!" you were holding back tears at this point, and your boyfriend didn't bother to realize that fact.

"don't baby me you little attention-seeking whore."

you gasped. the last bits of your composure were now nowhere to be found.

his words left a foul taste in your mouth. the venom now building up at the back of your throat making it sting.

"fuck you, suna."

the sound of his last name rolling off your tongue was enough to snap him back out of the angry state he was in. suna? you've never called him suna since high school, he thought.

his heart dropped at the sight before him. tears running down the apples of your cheeks, hands trembling.

he tried to take a step closer to you, only causing you to back away simultaneously.

"y/n, baby, i-i'm so sorry-"

"don't."

panic and guilt filled his lungs to the brim. it was hard to breathe and he felt incredibly dizzy.

"c'mon baby, don't- don't be like this." he begged. his tone changed, his whole demeanor did as well.

you wanted nothing more than to succumb to his touch, allow his selfishness to comfort you, but you couldn't.

"i was at work." you begin, "kita- kita is my coworker. a-and, he took up my overtime hours.. so i could come home." you finish. nothing could explain the immense guilt your boyfriend-- well, ex, felt.

you don't know how you managed to make out all those words between your sniffles and hiccups.

"y/n, baby i am so sorry-" you stop him. your arm coming up to your face to wipe off the tears that won't stop falling.

you walk past suna, nudging his arm harshly with your shoulder. the snacks you previously bought now laying on the floor in front of him. he noticed a pink sticky note attached to the plastic, he could make out the words, "enjoy baby" with your name signed right beside it.

his heart sunk deeper. he yelled at you while all you did was think of him the whole time you were at work.

he was guilty, and nothing could explain how much he wanted to apologize.

he rushed over to the kitchen to find you downing a glass of water.

he made his way toward you, gently, cautiously.

"stay there, suna."

his last name stopped him. as if he was a robot, he listened instictively. you have never said his name in such a cold tone. it sent such a shiver down his spine.

"i'm staying the night at yachi's," you say, "reflect on your actions while i'm gone." you finish, walking past him once again to make your way back into the bedroom.

you begin stuffing clothes into the duffel bag, the sounds of ruffling were deafening to suna's ears.

he clears his throat, "y-you're.. uhm, you're leaving me?"

he chants please, please, please to any god or deity that would listen.

you look at him with the same eyes he stared you down with when you first entered the room.

"yeah." you pause, "i am."

and that's when it all came crumbling down. suna felt nothing but regret, hurt. his pleads weren't heard, and maybe it should stay that way.

"for good?-- y/n i'm sorry you now i-- i never meant any of it--"

"you said it," you say, tone firm with a slight wobble, "you still said it, suna."

he lower lip quivers as he holds back tears, "what about us? what about everything?"

you scoff.

"you seriously wanna talk about us when he had all the time to while we were arguing?" the disbelief in yours eyes and voice was seen and heard. "rin, how could there be us if you can't bother to trust me."

"i'll fix it, baby, i'll fix everything. me, us, everything--"

"just stop." you pinch the bridge of your nose, frustration building up once again. "i'll come back, okay? we'll talk then."

he could only nod upon your demands, worried that another word from him will change your mind.

"i'll be here." was the last thing he said before he heard the light click of the door.

its been over twenty-four hours since you've been home.

suna's doing everything he can to remain composed, but he can't.

he's biting his nails.

he never bites his nails.

he stopped the moment you came into his life, but now he's doing it because you might walk right out.

you kept up with his laziness, his half-assing self for so long.

will you finally cut the thread that's been holding on for way too long?

a million thoughts spiraled in his mind. he wishes you'd come here and soothe him. you always have.

and you will.

you were on your way home, on your way to suna.

you've made up your mind and you came back to tell him.

you were so lost in thought, you didn't realize you stood right in front of the all-too-familiar white door.

you were there and you didn't know if you could turn back now.

you inhale-- then exhale. now your hand is on the doorknob, heart beating increasingly fast.

you opened the door in one swift move. you step inside, then you hear the light sniffles and hics. the light shuffling sounds.

you turn around to find suna.

he's on the couch and he looks like a mess.

"suna." you call out.

he flinches upwards, turning to the direction of your voice.

he stood up. his tall figure towers over you.

you don't feel intimidated, but you feel the light fear surrounding him.

"a-are you getting your things-- i-i can help you pack. uhm.. your suitcase is upstairs, i'll bring it down-- there's food if you wanna eat-- i'll be in the guest bedroom so you don't have to deal with-"

you snap him out of the ramble he didn;t even know he was going on.

"you want me to.. leave?" you voice wavers as your lip wobbles, holding back indefinite tears.

"no!" his eyes widen. "i-i just thought you were here to get your belongings and that you wanted to leave me." he explains.

"fuck you, rintarou!" you gasp.

suna inches closer to you, hands up as if you're a fragile kitten that'll hiss and scratch him if he got too close.

you allow him to. you allow him back into the bubble you wanted to kick him out of.

"i'm so sorry baby." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. he exhales into your hair, gasping lightly.

his hands were shaking a bit. he was praying that you'd hold him. that you'd hold him as if he was going to disappear in your clutches.

after a bit,

you did.

your hands clutched onto his shirt, praying-- begging.

you held onto each other for the longest time.

until you broke it by pulling away.

suna panicked, until you grabbed his hand firmly, leading him into the bedroom.

you placed him down on the bed, laying beside him.

"i love you, rin." you whisper, almost inaudible to the human ear. but, he heard it. and that was all he needed to sleep soundly the rest of the night.

atsumu is literally so immature when it comes to arguing.

he will do absolutely everything he can to piss you off,

like the angrier you are, the more satisfied he is??

this argument was like no other,

until he says something that pushes you over the edge.

today was the absolute worst day so far.

you just witnessed your boyfriend, giggling and being too comfortable with the new manager.

everyone noticed, well- everyone but atsumu himself.

so when you and atsumu went home that evening, he couldn't understand why you were so upset. he was quite oblivious.

how could he not know what he did wrong? were there other women he was too-friendly with?

the thoughts in your head ticked you off even more.

"babe, c'mon, why are ya givin' me the silent treatment?" he says. "don't even know what i did." he mumbled.

"dunno, go ask the manager, you looked pretty close." you shrugged, a hint of passive aggressiveness laced your tone.

he scoffs, "oh so yer givin' me attitude now, too?"

you deadpan, "yeah, i am."

"ya can't be acting like sucha little bitch over me talkin' to other women."

"a little bitch? is that what i am to you?" your eyes widen, anticipating his answer.

"that's what yer acting like." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

that only fired you up even more, as the already brewing anger grew stronger.

"i'm supposed to not be fucking worried about my boyfriend being all too friendly with another girl?" you sneer, "real fuckin' mature of you."

atsumu's face contorts with anger, "don't get me fuckin' started with ya, y/n."

"don't use that tone with me." you warn.

"how 'bout ya watch yers?"

he inches closer and closer, getting all up in your face.

"get the fuck away from me." you shriek.

"as you fuckin' wish, i don't wanna be around an attention-seeking whore."

you gasp.

the words repeat in your mind again and again. is that what he thinks of you?

you were only uncomfortable with his too-friendly demeanor around the pretty manager.

but that made you an attention seeker?

you hands found it's way to your lips. trying to stifle the sob that makes its way out.

the sob caught the attention of the fuming man in front of you.

as he realizes the destruction of his words, he rushes towards you immediately.

"baby-- ya know i didn't mean that.." his hand makes an effort to cup your cheek.

you push him off harshly.

"get the fuck away from me, miya." you grit, "you don't want the filth from an attention-seeking whore now, do you?"

he winced at the use of his own words against him.

a pang in his chest made it hard to breathe as he took in the sight before him.

he did this.

he's the reason you're sobbing into your hands.

he watches as you stumble your way into the bedroom.

he follows you around like a lost puppy. he knows that if he said something, you'd shut him down completely.

but, the moment you grabbed a bag and started stuffing it with clothes, what was he supposed to do?

"babe, c'mon.. yer not gonna try and leave me now, right?"

his remark was left unanswered.

panic begin to settle in his lungs.

he exhales heavily before trying again, "yer leavin' me?"

his eyes begin to water as he waited for your response.

you stop packing for a moment to look him right in the eyes. "you don't want an attention-seeking whore to stay around your home, right?"

you don't know why you continued to repeat those words.

his words cut deeper than a knife. it filled you with so much grief, and so much questions.

you couldn't believe that being insecure would make everyone, let alone your own boyfriend, perceive you as an attention seeker.

you were hurt. heartbroken, even.

was this the end of your relationship with atsumu?

you zip up the bag you stuffed with clothes before making your way out.

atsumu shifted nervously as he trailed closely behind you.

he waits until you both are directly in front of the door to speak up once again.

"i didn't mean it, baby, ya gotta know that." he says. you only shook your head before replying.

"if you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it at all."

"i was bein' stupid, only wanted ta make piss ya off enough." he explains, stuttering here and there.

you chuckle dryly, "well you got what you wanted, yeah?"

"n-no, i didn't mean that, i want ya to stay..." he tries, oh god, he tries so hard.

but nothing could have prepared him for the words to fall out of your mouth next,

"i'm leaving." you exhale. "i'll grab the rest of my shit tomorrow."

no.. no!

atsumu's world was falling apart, and he was doing nothing to salvage it?

"no wait baby, please. we can talk this out, yeah?" he tries to grasp your hand, but you only snatch it away.

you look at him.

tear-stained cheeks with red puffy eyes. atsumu's heart ached at the sight.

you sigh.

were you really going to leave him?

you're not ready to let him go, and the way he's beggging you to stay gives you a silver of hope.

"we'll talk when i get back." atsumu wasn't happy but that's the best it was gonna get. "get your shit straight 'til then."

he complies with ease.

you open the front door and walk out on him.

his heart ached. it felt like it got ripped out of his chest and crushed right before him.

but, he couldn't help it. he deserved it after all.

a few days had pass.

atsumu was beginning to think you've given up on him.

his heart stung at the thought, and tears prickled his eyes.

that was until the door swung open, revealing you.

his stood up so fast, rushing to reach for you.

he was right in front of you, taking in your scent and appearance.

bags under your eyes, and you look tired as hell.

"i missed you, 'tsum."

he his heart did a leap when he heard that..

you wrapped your arms around him as if he'd been gone for years.

he reciprocated. how could he not? he missed you so much it physically hurt to be without you. he could never picture his life the same without you in it.

he gasped into your hair, thanking every god and deity he could. he thanks them for bring his baby back to him.

now that you're back in his arms, he swears with his life that he'll never let you walk out with tears in your eyes that way again.

"i love you, baby." he whispers. "thank ya for coming back ta me."

he cradles you in his arms, hoping that he'll never have to let go again.

[teenandbeyond]

Shota Aizawa x Fem. Black Reader

I wrote this to flesh out the possible relationship between Aizawa and an OC for my fanfic.

Want more from me? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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🐱Beauty at the Café🐱 (MHA or My Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Reader is a rich MILF (Kid is in his class), Bold=English

You and Aizawa have frequent meet-ups at a quaint little cat café...it's about time you met his friend Present Mic...

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The first time you ran into each other was purely coincidence.

He heard of this newly opened cat café that was popular, yet somehow quiet and far from packed.

And he liked cats, so why not check it out?

You sponsored the café due to the owners being young, you wanted to support them as a fellow cat lover and owner. They wanted you to try out all their dishes for your opinion.

You noticed him as he sat down at a table next to yours.

"Oh. That you Eraser head?"

He slowly turned his head, recognizing the voice, "Ms. [Last Name]."

You leaned your head on a fist with a pearly white smile, "I'm both surprised and unsurprised to see you here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.

"You kinda seemed like a cat kind of man, that's all. Funny we ran into each other, though."

"What are you doing here? This isn't usually the area people in your class enjoy."

You chuckle, "Even the rich like cheap when we're modest—But actually, I'm here on business."

"Business. Sounds about right for the richest woman in the world," he turned his attention to a soft-looking Birman.

"Cinnamon."

"What?"

"That's her name. Cinnamon."

"Oh."

Eventually, he would sit at your table with you. And eventually the length of conversation grew.

Once he realized you weren't some snobby rich lady, he was quite a bit more comfortable with you. But he wasn't too surprised, your daughter acted far from spoiled. Had no idea she was a rich kid until he met you and learned you were her mother.

He was glad one of his favorite students had a good parent to match.

And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was really starting to warm up to you.

He wasn't the biggest fan of the business suits, heels, and overall made up look. He wasn't one to care about appearance that much.

But your coiled hair, thick and natural...

He loved the feeling of freeness it gave off, it took away the intimidating classiness that clashed against his...he didn't know.

And he supposed you weren't always dressed to work, sometimes he saw you in casual and steetwear. Baggy clothes, tees with the faces of old rappers, heavy boots and cardigans.

He admittedly liked when you wore comfy clothes better.

But he thought you could pull of anything.

You best accessory to him other than your hair was your smile. Which was saying a lot coming from a guy who wasn't the happy type.

But there was a problem.

Someone was onto him, noticing he was going out more.

Hizashi.

So Aizawa tried to be slick, hide you from him...

But he should've known his friend better than that.

"You don't need to come with me."

"I just wanna see what's so great, that has you coming here every other day! You never go out this much."

"I like cats."

"Sure, cats," the blonde smirked, "You met a woman there didn't you?"

"No."

"You did!" he gasped, "Is she there now?"

"I don't know."

"I want to meet her!"

"That's not necessary."

When Hizashi laid eyes on you, he had to lower his shades, he was in complete disbelief.

"Huh...she's actually very pretty."

Aizawa glared at his friend, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just thought it'd be someone sadder-looking, like you. That seemed like it'd be more your type."

Aizawa can only sigh, then you happen to look up mid-bite.

You smile and wave to the familiar pro-hero as he approaches, "Hello, again, Aizawa. How've you been since the last time I saw you?"

He groans, sliding into the booth seat across from you, "Could be better. Got tailed this time."

You lean forward on a fist in intrigue, observing the person accompanying him, "You're a friend of Aizawa's...Present Mic, right?"

"You can call me Hizashi!"

You and Hizashi seemed to get along swimmingly, which made Shota feel both fond and annoyed at the same time.

Then he lost you both when you started speaking in English.

"Nah, there ain't no way!"

"Yeah, that's what he did," Hazashi was cackling like a hyena.

"That villain was tweakin'! What did he think you was finna do? Let him just do that? Crazy!"

Apparently when you were comfortable, your English became more casual. Aizawa thought it was cute.

Then he decided he did enough social interaction for one day.

But just as he and Hizashi went out the exit, he sharply turned to him.

"What?"

"Give me your phone real quick, Shota."

"Why?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Just trust me."

"I'm not trusting that smile," but Shota gave it to him anyway.

Hizashi ran back inside and Aizawa impatiently waited until the blonde came out with a goofy grin, handing him his phone back.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"You can thank me later. And look, you already got a text!"

Aizawa looked down at his phone. Your name was on the screen and lo and behold, there was a single text.

'I had fun! It was nice to see you again Eraserhead o(^▽^)o'

"Whoa! Is that a smile I see?"

The minuscule smile was gone, "No."

"It waaas!" he gently elbowed his lonely looking friend.

"It wasn't.

"You think she's cuuute," he poked Shota's side.

"...Whatever."

"You didn't deny it! Who would've thought you could pull?

"Shut up, idiot.

'coffee's on me next time if youre up for it.'

[luc1-anna]

Based on my hero, can you write a oneshot featuring All Might and a woman reader with harem boys and exhibitionism please? In the fic, the reader convinces All Might to go with her on a shopping trip. But as a twist, he'd be made to wear a skimpy harem boy outfit. You can decide on the intimate acts between them and what type of reactions All Might would get from the general public. What do you think?

Never in your lifetime would you expected your boyfriend to actually agree to this bizarre ritual of which you called a plan. Opting for a pair of baggy pants and a matching cropped jacket to atleast cover some of his pecs, despite being so big. With some gold jewelry aligning his body only bringing more attention to the matter at hand. Wanting to go on a shopping trip for some new clothes for yourself you always asked your boyfriend for some money, fortunately he was nice enough to always give you a big allowance. Though you never took him with you as he always brought the attention to himself. The last time you brought him out with you, you were desperate dude to the surge of people swarming the man. Wanting to humiliate him this time despite him having no control of the situation. "Don't you think it's a bit small Y/N?" Trying to pull down the jacket so it actually covered his nipples and not only part of his pecs, his pants were baggy enough to hide his physique underneath along with his rock hard cock just waiting to get some attention for itself. "The website said it was your size" obviously lying to him as no website would have a jacket that fit all might. "Anyway" hands clapping together as you clasped the last one of the bracelets onto his wrists. "The shops may close before we get there!" Hands intertwining as you both walked out.

Already stepping out of the car brought the two of you much attention, children already screaming for joy at the sight of him only for his full figure to be exposed to them, opting them to start crying about his outfit choice.it wasn't so indecent that it could result in cries, they were just overreacting, especially since it was summer and most people were already shirtless, so what difference did it make if he was the one of them. Dirty looks coming from either end of the mall as the pair of them walked towards the clothing store. Embarrassment setting upon him as he realized how badly he fucked up. He should've been wearing his normal hero outfit not some harem boy clothes that you picked out, though he was oblivious to the fact that it was basically a humiliation ritual. "Why so down?" Bumping hips with him as you tried to lighten the mood, you clearly were teasing him as people snapped pictures of the man, giggling filling up his ears as he tried to block it out. "I think you look really handsome." Nodding his head in response, normally he'd be boasting about whatever with his signature smile but there wasn't any indication that he was in the mood for that. Heading into the store which sold your favourite brand as you scanned or that stupid shirt which was always sold out before you could buy it.

Walking right behind you as he stayed close in hopes that you wouldn't loose him, the employees already bewildered at the sight of a 7'3 superhero wearing that kind of outfit. Especially since it was all might. Some fans still deciding to take pictures with him since it was probably a one in a lifetime experience, much to your dismay as you hated how he wasn't more embarrassed as you supposed he would. "All might! All might" was all you could here as he took pictures, presumably to be posted on some app to make fun of him. As soon as they scurried off with the sound of laughter dissipating from his ears, your already by his side holding up new shirts for him to try out, "they've got this one or this" they could barley even be called a tank top as they were practically a crop top with how they looked on him. "Which do you prefer? I really like the first one on you." Holding it back up as you switched through the two of them. "I don't mind" hand gripping onto yours as he held you closer, eyes locking I to eachother. "Let's go try these on!" Wandering into a random changing room as the both of you somehow fit inside. "Try this one on first" handing him the blue top, heading out of the small cubicle as you waited for the signal that you could head in.

Fortunately it wasn't that long before he called you back in,the clothes barely fit him, stretched out from how big he was to the fsbric begging to be put down, it hurt like hell as he could barley brezthe in thst shit. Already embarrassed at how he'd still have to pay for it due to the ripping, face turning a flushed pink as he tried to hide his emotions, but the whole cubicle was full of mirrors, bouncing his reflection back at him much to his hatred. "I mean.." trying to look on the bright side, you loved how embarrassed he was in this outfit, maybe you should buy it. "It's a bit small, but we can work with it." Stepping out of the room to give some privacy as he changed out of it. "You can come in" hands stretching around to gain some more room. The dark blue shirt contrasting his hair which only made him look hotter, matching perfectly with his navy pants, somehow the imprint of his length was still able to be noticed despite how big they were on him. "It suits you!" Locking the door once again behind you. "It's too small Y/N" then again he should've known that you liked to see him wearing small stuff. Body already placed onto the bench as you stood in-between him, keeping them parted enough to tease him, the baggy pants stretching out only to reveal his hard cock trying to peak out from the material, sat to the side as you poked your fingernails at it. Fingertips brushing against his tip, sitting down right ontop of his thigh, moving from side to side to cause some friction in-between your legs. "Shh" finger placed over his mouth as you knew how sensitive he was when it came to his cock let alone his pecs. Following the shape of it as you headed downwards towards the base of his cock, already noticing the portion of hair gathering down there, you would've thought that he'd shave down there after shaving his happy trail. "Y/N.." gasping as he murmured trying to keep his composure, already leaving his body's imprint on the mirror. Taking into consideration how much you wanted to humiliate him, you knew he could never hold back with his noises whenever you touched him up there. Despite having a strong and resilient demeanor he always caves in whenever it comes to something sexual with you. Hands making their way up towards his muscles as you already massaged them, focusing on the right one as you kneaded the little fat he had resting on there, pushing slightly in just to see it pop back out. His nipple practically begging to be touched. Head thrown back from your movements, trying to keep his composure, "keep that noise level if not hire." Hypocritical coming from you when you just told him to be quiet, but how hot would it be to let the people know what you two were doing, but it was fine since you could just use your quirk on them at the end. Doing exactly what you said as you as he kept the noise at the same volume, his hand holding onto his own thigh, trying to keep you pleased. Mouth watering from the sight of his nipple, begging for attention.

Your other hand taking over his pectoral muscle, as you headed for his tit. rubbing against the fabric slightly, mainly focusing towards his left one, moving the fabric out of your face as your lips headed outwards, reaching for the nipple, tongue guiding its way, flicking around the bud as if you had no self control about this. Head falling forward involuntarily, uneven breaths rushing though the room as you took notice towards it, smiling at how he acted around you. Hand rubbing against your waist, keeping your close incase you tried to move away from him. He really wanted this to last forever. But he knew he couldn't as fitting rooms had a 10 minute limit , those minutes already being up.

Stepping out of the cubicle one at a time, clearing his chest of any residue left over from your session. Face kept straight as you walked out of the changing area. Awkward glances already following pursuit as your boyfriend stepped behind you. Loud enough for them to here him a few meters away from them. Exchanging awkward glances between the pair of you.

[bellysoupset]

I love the carsickness story! Dizzy Leo and concerned Jonah is EVERYTHING!!!!!

If you do decide to do a part 2, I have an idea. You don't have to use it, but hear me out:

So, most of the time carsickness can last for a few hours, but sometimes it can take MUCH longer. Same night in the motel, Jon wakes up to the sound of Leo vomiting in the bathroom. They're both confused because they thought Leo would be better by then, and Leo is just so upset about being sick that he's an adorably pathetic combination of sick, emotional, and grumpy, and as concerned as Jon is he can't help but find it a little adorable.

Also, maybe Bella has a horrible headache that makes her nauseous in the middle of the night and Luke is super worried about her.

Suddenly, Wendy and Vince are woken up and are transitioning between helping Leo and Jon to helping Luke and Bell, and they're both just so tired but neither of them are gonna stop helping until Leo's and Bell's auditions for the freaking Exorcist are over.

P.S. I started cackling as I wrote that last sentence. I'm so effing sleep deprived!!😭😭😭

Double whammy of Leo&Bell in pain! Just changing the timing because since they left Maine at 8 AM and the trip lasted only 2 hours, there's no way part two would take place in the middle of the night.

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Jonah wasn't trying to be an asshole. Not really, he didn't slip out of the room, once Leo was finally asleep for good and no longer dry heaving every thirty minutes in the ice bucket, just to be a dick to his friends.

However, he couldn't pretend to be happy about the situation. Anyone with more than three working neurons would've been able to tell that putting Leo in a van, a vehicle famous for setting off motion sickness, for four hours, had a very high chance of ending up with him hurling. Jon couldn't understand how he was supposed to act like this wasn't Bella's fault, when she could've easily prevented this by not puppy eyeing her way into going to a fucking music festival when she could barely stay awake more than a couple of hours and wouldn't even enjoy the bloody thing!

So yeah, he wasn't trying to be a dick but it was really hard not to be one right now.

There was a small diner, adjacent to the motel, and Jonah slipped in, stomach growling painfully since it was well past midday and he was so used to having an early lunch thanks to work. He didn't expect to find Bella, Luke, Wendy and Vince inside, but that was on him, he should've guessed they were hungry too.

If Jonah could turn around and pretend he didn't know them, he would have, because right now he was far too angry to be able to keep a pleasant conversation. Instead, Vince spotted him from across the diner and waved, smiling brightly.

"Come sit down, we're just about to order!"

Bless his soul, Jonah thought bitterly, stepping closer and avoiding looking at Bella, lest the nastiest part of him snapped at her.

"What are you ordering?" he asked, sitting next to Wendy and glaring at the plastic menu in front of him.

"How's Leo?" Bella asked, causing Jonah to grit his teeth.

"Asleep," he said, roughly, before turning to Vince, "so? What are you ordering?

"I got a greek salad," Wendy replied, raising an eyebrow, "did he take the dramamine?"

"Yes," Jonah squeezed the menu in his hands, trying to focus on the goodies that were probably filled with saturated fat, "I'm gonna get the chicken salad."

"I'm really sorry, Jon," Bella said, reaching over the table to grab his hand, "really, I didn't think-"

"Clearly," he interrupted her, then before he could take the words back, Lucas let out a scoff.

"Don't be such a prick, it's no one's fault," he said strongly. If Jonah had ever considered letting go of the matter with Bell's apology, he immediately changed his mind, zeroing Luke's face with a cold glare.

"It absolutely is her fault Leo just got so sick he can't get up from the bed! Anyone with a brain could realize he'd get carsick in a trip like this and we're only here because none of you can tell her no!"

"Jonah, calm do-" Wendy started, but he jerked away from her hand when it came to rest on his bicep, face burning, still glaring at Lucas, who seemed to inflate with just as much anger.

"Leo is a fucking adult who could've said no himself," Luke spat, "you treat him like a child, he's a grown man and if he's sick that sucks, but it's not Bell's fault-"

"So it's fine to push him around to make her happy, but Bella can't take any fucking responsibility!?" Jonah slammed his hand on the table and he was aware he was causing a scene, aware he wasn't that furious at Bella and this was all just exacerbated by the fact that Luke got on his nerves like no one else could. Still, that did not stop him.

"Push him around!?" Lucas stood up too, raising his voice, "who pushed him around!? We asked a simple question and he could've said no! You're acting like a dick because things didn't go your way, just grow the fuck up-"

"Luke, stop," Bella grabbed at his sleeve, trying to pull him down, "Jon's right, it's my-"

"Nice to know just how much you care about him or literally anyone who's not Bella," Jonah cut her off, "you selfish prick."

"You're such a fucking asshole, Jonah! He's carsick! He's not dying!"

"And Bella has four stitches, so we have to go on a fucking road trip to keep her happy! Hypocrite much?"

"Could you two stop?" Vince interrupted them, yanking at Lucas' arm and forcing him to sit back down, "I don't care if you want to squabble like two teenagers, but this is a family dinner, so show some fucking respect. Shut up, Jonah," he snapped as Jon opened his mouth, "either solve this outside or you both shut the fuck up."

"Fine," Jonah scoffed, getting up and power walking outside, "as soon as Leo is better we're getting the fuck out of here."

He was still seething as he entered their room back again, almost trembling with rage to quell the desire to slam the door shut, but not wanting to wake Leo up...

"Leo?" Jonah frowned, his voice coming out at least an octave deeper with how angry he was. The bed was empty, "Leo?"

"Here..." Leo croaked from the bathroom and Jonah took a deep breath to calm himself down, before walking to his boyfriend.

He was expecting to find Leo looking like death, but still he wasn't prepared. His hair was matted down and he was shirtless, lying against the bathtub while his chest heaved with a tired panting.

"Why are you shirtless?" Jonah frowned, crouching down and Leo let out a tired scoff, his head lolling a little as if his neck couldn't support it.

"Puked on my shirt."

"Fuck," Jonah cupped his cheeks, "the meds did nothing?"

"Made my puke pink," Leo said playfully, before pushing Jon's hand off his cheek so he could pitch forward with a gag, hastily pushing the toilet lid up. He coughed and gagged, bringing up frothy bile and then letting out a whimper, resting his forehead to the cold ceramic.

"My stomach hurts," he whined, shoulders shaking as he gulped down the tears, "Jon, I feel like shit..."

"I know, I know," Jonah bit down his lip, rubbing his naked back. He wanted Leo in a hospital, with a nice IV hooked to his arm, zofran knocking him out. Instead they were in the middle of nowhere and he could clearly tell Leo was starting to get dehydrated.

"Please do something," Leo whimpered, hugging his stomach with both arms, "I don't understand how I'm-" he gulped down, "still sick..."

Jonah felt helpless as he said, "you gotta drink water, Leo."

"It's just gonna come back up," the blonde groaned, curling up as much as he could, "everything else did..."

"I know, but at least it won't hurt your throat as much and you won't be super dehydrated..."

Leo groaned and moaned as Jonah stepped outside the bathroom, returning with a bottle of water, "do I really have to?"

"Yes," he turned the cap, holding it to his lips, "c'mon baby, little gulps."

If Jonah ever entertained the idea the water was staying down, Leo got rid of that notion by burping against his hand, then mumbling "shit-" and turning to the toilet as the water came back up, just as transparent, practically ready to be bottled up again.

He panted heavily over the toilet, squeezing his eyes shut, "my head hurts..."

"It's because you're dehydrated," Jonah said, his heart squeezing, "let's try the water again, just a little sip."

Two hours later and a whole water bottle completely wasted and Jonah was at his wits end. Leo had long given up leaning over the toilet, since he had nothing to bring up, and was lying on the bathroom floor, his cheek pressed to Jonah's thigh, crying.

Or at least Jon thought he was crying, he wasn't exactly sure since the tears were few and scarce.

"Shhh, close your eyes," Jon combed his fingers through his hair, "your brain should make sense we're not moving soon..."

"Is this..." Leo sniffled, muffling a sick belch against his jeans, "is this how your vertigo feels?"

Jonah raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't know," he said, instead of answering worse, since he didn't want Leo to think he was being a baby. He wasn't being a baby, he was in pain.

"I'm so hungry," Leo groaned, rubbing his own stomach, "but just thinking about food..." he gagged and Jonah tensed up, wondering if he was about to get another splash of acid on his jeans. He was incredibly glad he hadn't eaten anything either, otherwise he'd have puked by now.

There was a knock on the door and Jonah let out a scoff, thumping his head back softly against the tiles. If it was Lucas acting like a kicked puppy, he didn't want to hear.

"Jon, the door..."

"I don't care," Jonah rubbed Leo's arm up and down, noticing he was covered in goosebumps from lying on the cold ground, "baby, let's go back to the bed?"

"I don't feel... Jon, I'm gonna puke again..."

"Right now?" Jonah grabbed his bicep, ready to hoist him up, but Leo shook his head, gulping down as acid reflux hit his throat.

"Soon..."

"Yeah, no," Jon decided, grabbing Leo and pulling him sitting up, "you're gonna catch fucking pneumonia lying on this cold ground, you can puke in the bucket by the bed, c'mon."

It was a hassle to bring Leo back to the bed when he was so unsteady on his feet and once they fell on the mattress, Jonah considered just lying there, with his boyfriend starfished on top of him, before there was yet another knock on the door.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, causing Leo to whine against his neck.

"Don't yell, my head is killing me..."

"Sorry," Jonah rolled them on the bed, fixing Leo's head on the pillow, "give me a second..." he walked to the door, deciding that he would punch Luke if he said yet another stupidity.

It was much to his surprise when he opened the door and his visitor was nearly an entire foot shorter than he was expecting.

Wendy was holding a little to-go box of food and she was pouting, "peace offering?"

Jonah raised his eyebrows, unsure if he accepted the peace offering when he knew damn well Wendy never let anything go, "what do you want?"

"I brought you food, since you're probably starving," she answered instead, holding the box before his face. He let out a sigh, stepping to the side in a wordless acceptance of her white flag and she entered the room, immediately gasping.

"Leo?!"

"Yeah, he's still throwing up, I don't know what to do..." Jonah said, while Wendy abandoned the box in the tiny table next to the frigobar and rushed to the bed, touching Leo's clammy cheeks.

"Hey, blondie, open your eyes for me..."

"He's awake, he's just weak," Jonah vouched, opening the box and immediately stuffing his mouth with the fried chicken she had brought. His stomach was hurting from hunger.

"Leo?" Wendy patted his cheeks, "honey, hey... Can you hear me?"

"Why are you in my room?" Leo answered and Jonah snorted at the bitchy type of comment that was normally reserved for his ears only. Wendy let out a relieved sigh.

"You look like death."

"Thanks, I feel like death too," Leo croaked, turning his face away from her touch, "stop pinching me."

"He's dehydrated," Wendy said, squeezing the skin between her index and thumb.

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I know, but he stopped puking for twenty minutes now. I'm gonna try water again."

"Water won't do," Wendy scoffed, getting up, "I still have the sublingual zofran I got for the Sicily trip..."

"You do?" Jon raised his eyebrows and Wendy glared at him.

"You'd know if you weren't sulking in your room."

"Stop being mean to him," Leo groaned, shoving Wendy's knee and she slapped his hand away, unbothered by the fact he was sick or not.

"I'm gonna be mean to him all I want. Ask your boyfriend why he made Bella cry," she said, before getting up and barging out to grab the medicine. Leo groaned, taking a second to be able to look at Jonah with glassy, unfocused eyes.

"You didn't."

"I didn't," Jonah agreed, but he wasn't sure of it. He had been so furious at Luke, he hadn't actually spared Bell a glance. Guilt made his stomach churn, "I don't think I did."

"Jon..." Leo groaned, then grimaced, planting a hand on his chest, his throat bobbing up and down. Jonah sighed, crossing the room in two steps and grabbing the ice bucket, holding it under Leo's chin to catch a thin dribble of water and bile.

The blonde groaned loudly, forcing up a sick belch and then collapsing against the pillows, struggling to catch his breath. He closed his eyes again, a pained frown on, then rasped, "go apologize..."

"You're out of your mind, poor thing," Jonah rolled his eyes, rubbing his back, "take a breath, baby, Wendy's got the good drugs. They'll knock you right out."

"Uhm..." Leo winced as a cramp hit his stomach, "apologize, Jon."

"Nope," Jonah leaned in, kissing his temple, "shhhh, stop talking."

Wendy walked back in the room, holding a paper box with tiny pink meds and now with a bottle of gatorade in her other hand. Jonah felt incredibly grateful, his cheeks burning with a guilty blush.

Surely Wendy was just exaggerating it, right?

"Open up," she bossed and Jonah gently forced Leo to open his mouth, the blonde frowning with indignance, but far too weak to fight him. Once the little pill was put on his tongue, Wendy glanced at her phone, checking the time.

"We need to wait fifteen minutes," she said, as if Jon didn't know that already. He stared at Leo, who was not asleep, but seemed to be, face all slack, slumped over the pillow.

"I didn't make her cry, did I?" he asked in a low voice, brushing Leo's sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

Wendy scoffed, "yes, you did."

"Bella doesn't cry," he argued weakly and Wendy glared at him, moving so he couldn't avoid her eyes.

"She does when she's got brain surgery literally fifteen days ago and some jackass decides to yell at her for wanting to get out of the house."

"I didn't yell at her," Jonah pouted and Wendy leveled him with a cold glare.

"Lucas is going to punch your teeth in," she warned him, "and I'm not lifting a finger to help."

"You are terrible to me," Jonah groaned, moving his hand down to Leo's cheeks, "baby? Are you still awake?"

"Unfortunately," Leo whined, but he sounded much more at ease, "I think the meds are kicking in..."

Wendy glanced at her phone, lifting it up so Jonah could see only seven minutes had passed. It wasn't time enough for the medication to be really acting, but regardless Jonah stroked Leo's cheek, whispering, "good, let's wait just a little bit more, love."

"Uhm, kay..." Leo yawned, slumping even more against the pillows.

Wendy gestured to the door with her head, mouthing the words "go apologize" and Jonah frowned, glaring at Leo, as if to say he couldn't just leave him alone. She rolled her eyes in response and gestured at herself, "I'm here."

Realizing he'd have no choice but to apologize, Jonah got up from the bed with a groan of his own, "if Luke punches me, I'm punching right back."

"He's not gonna punch you..." Leo mumbled, sleepily and Jon rolled his eyes at his little reassurance.

"I'll be right back."

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As far as Luke was concerned, they should all just go and leave Jonah and Leo stranded behind. That'd teach him to not be a fucking asshole all the time.

Bella had started to openly cry in the diner and while Luke knew that the emotional fluctuations were a direct result of the head wound, that didn't stop him from seeing in red as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"Shhh, Bell, calm down, calm down," he chanted, almost rocking her on the seat. Bella crying was out of character enough, but her crying in public and not minding it? He felt like he was the one with the head injury.

Vince let out a pitiful noise, moving closer, "beautiful, Jonah is just being a prick because he's worried about Leo, he doesn't mean that..." he reassured her, but Bella shook her head, her whole face all red.

"He-he-hessright," she sobbed, causing Luke to squeeze her just a little tighter.

"Jon hasn't been right about a thing in his entire life," he scoffed, kissing the top of her head, "don't listen to him, baby."

She wasn't listening, Jonah had successfully reduced Bella to a mess of nothing but tears and eventually they decided that having lunch there, where all the other patrons were still watching, wasn't gonna happen and they got their to-go boxes, Luke almost carrying Bell out of the seat as she still shook with sobs.

He was going to kill Jonah, he thought darkly, helping her into their room and trying, once again, to wipe the tears away, "babe, shhh, it's not that big of a deal, I promise you..."

"It - its though!" She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, "he's right, it's my fault, I pro-proposed the trip, I-" her shoulders shook as she forced the words out, "I got Le-Leo sick and now Jon hates me and- I wish we had never gone in this st-stupid trip."

Lucas let out a scoff, rubbing her back, "no, Leo got sick, shit happens, it's got nothing to do with you..."

"You-you don't understand," Bella huffed, squirming away from him, "stop touching me."

"Bell..."

"S-stop!" She pushed him away, rolling on her side and curling up on fetal position on the bed, "just-just leave me alone."

Lucas moved away from her on the bed, but he didn't get up, watching her like a hawk. Eventually, the sobs stopped as Bella got knocked back, exhaustion taking her under.

There was a knock on the door and Lucas got up stiffly, cracking his neck. If it was Jon, he was going to wring his neck.

Except it wasn't, it was just Vin, holding a little cupcake, "I brought Bella her favorite."

"She's asleep," Lucas scoffed, moving away from the door to let his best friend in, "can you believe he called me selfish? That idiot?"

Vince shrugged, unbothered as he circled the bed to plant the cupcake near the bedside table on Bella's side and pushed a curl away from her face, "you're gonna wake her up, calm down."

"I'm going to kill him, that's what I'm gonna do," Luke decided, barging for the door, only for Vince to run after him and grab him by the back of his shirt.

"No, you're not. Leo's still sick, you're gonna stop being a prick yourself and sit the fuck down," Vin scoffed, dragging him back inside.

"He made her cry!"

"You helped!" Vince whisper yelled, shutting the door, pinching his nose bridge, "look, I know you're angry. I'd be too if I were in your shoes, but you can't just go deck Jon down. You're an adult, stop that, dude."

Lucas grumbled, crossing his arms and refusing to listen to reason, throwing Bella another anxious and guilty glare, "it's not fair she thinks it's her fault, Vince."

"I know, Luke, but punching Jon isn't gonna change that, it'll just make her feel worse," Vince sighed, sitting on the bed and tucking the blankets tighter around Bella. It caused Lucas' shoulder to drop, the gentle act of affection that Vince clearly wasn't thinking about.

They were his family, he didn't want to punch Jonah, even if he was furious at him. He certainly wasn't happy about Leo feeling sick either.

He settled back down on the chair, picking at to-go box of food, while Vince relaxed, now confident Luke wasn't about barge in the room two doors down.

Lucas was just about to calm down, when Bella stirred on the bed, fifteen minutes later. Vince moved as she lightly kicked him, letting out a groan and rolling on the bed, with a frown on.

"Bell?" Vin called, touching her arm, "you awake?"

She opened her eyes, confused, her brows meeting in a harsh frown, before sitting up suddenly and making a horrible choking noise... And throwing up all over her band t-shirt and the blankets on her lap.

"Fuck!" Vince lurched back, narrowly avoiding getting his arm covered in vomit since he was reaching to thump on her back. Lucas jumped up, circling the bed to grab the waste basket, but it was too late, the mess was made and chaos installed in the room.

"Shit," Luke cursed, holding the paper waste basket under her chin, while Vince moved on the bed to hold her hair back, tears starting to run down her cheek as Bella continued to heave.

"m'sorry-" she slurred, spitting a mouthful of acidic vomit inside the bin, wincing, "my head- my head'hurts..."

"Shhh, it's okay," Lucas whispered, rubbing her back, "it's alright, baby, don't worry about this."

"I made- made a mess," Bella coughed and Vince let out a little noise, bunching up her curls in one hand of his, twisting it in a knot.

"Don't worry about that, I'll take the blankets to the motel's laundry," he whispered, meeting Lucas concerned glare over her head.

"Yeah, I'm gonna help you out of this shirt, baby-" He glanced at Vince who nodded, getting up from the bed and moving to where Luke had unceremoniously dumped their bag hours before.

"Can it be one of yours?" he whispered, crouching down before the clothes and heard Luke's little "sure" as response.

Vince cringed as he fished out the shirt and could hear Bella whimpering and getting sick again, crying about how her head was exploding.

"Is this normal?" he asked, passing Luke the shirt and starting to peel off the ruined blankets from her lap, trying to avoid making a bigger mess.

"Yes... I don't know, I think so. The doctor wasn't very specific," Lucas said, still rubbing her back, "Bell, are you done?"

"I don't know," she groaned, voice echoing inside the bucket, "my stomach hurts."

"You don't think its a bug, is it?" he asked and she shook her head.

"No, everything... Everything just hurts, Luke..."

Vince successfully managed to get the blanket folded up and lifted it up, away from his body, "I'll be right back."

"C'mon, baby, let's get you cleaned up," Luke said, nodding to Vince and wrapping his wife's arms around his neck, lifting her up easily. He planted her sitting on the closed toilet, leaving the new shirt on top of the sink and carefully maneuvering the destroyed one off of her.

"This is so humiliating," Bella whimpered, curling up as Luke wiped her chin and mouth with a wad of toilet paper, "I'm tired, Luke..."

"You can slee-"

"No, I'm tired of this," Bella shook her head, "I'm tired of being sick and in pain, I'm- I'm tired. Please, make it stop..."

His heart squeezed and his eyes stung, causing Lucas to gulp against the knot in his throat, "babe, you're getting better, I promise you... "

"No, I can't, I can't do this anymore," Bella teared up all over again, "I'm so fucking exhausted and everything hurts and I- I made Leo sick and I hate this stupid trip and my stupid brain and-"

"Shhh, you're gonna make yourself sicker," Lucas interrupted, kissing her brow and carefully putting the new shirt over her head, "I know you're in pain, baby, but you have to know Leo wasn't your fault. None of this..."

"Except it fucking was," Bella scoffed, curling up on top of the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest, "I feel awful, Luke..."

There was a knock on the door, so Lucas rolled his eyes, jerking his head so he could yell "It's open!" to Vince, before looking back at her.

"No, it wasn't, Bell-"

"It was though," Bella insisted, a fresh new batch of tears running down her face, "Leo is sick and everything fucking hurts and I- I don't know what to do, I wish we were home..." she whimpered, clutching her head and Lucas flinched as he saw a thin line of blood start to run down her nose.

"We'll be home soon, baby," he said, while frantically rolling up more toilet paper, wiping the blood from under her nose, only for even more to continue to gush down.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Bella mumbled, paling considerably and Lucas lurched, grabbing her by the shoulders before she could hit her head back against the metal flush.

"I got you, I got you-" except that he didn't. He was in way over his head, worried beyond logic and unsure of what to even do first. Bell's face white and clammy, her throat bobbing nervously as it looked she was about to throw up again, blood still gushing down her nose, covering her lip and her neck-

"Here," Jonah said, sidestepping him and holding a bunch of toilet paper under her nose, grabbing Bella's nose and squeezing the tip, while leaning her forward.

"Get the fuck out of here," Lucas scoffed, but there was no heat, he was too worried and too relieved it was Jon to give a shit.

"Shut up," Jonah kicked his thigh, then gestured for the trashcan, "get the bin, she's gonna be sick."

Lucas scrambled for it, holding it open just in time for Bella to let out yet another stream of vomit, barely gagging, sounding and looking out of it.

Jonah gagged, ducking his face in his shoulder and Luke ignored him, holding Bella's forehead.

"Shhh, get it up, baby..."

"I'mreally-" she burped again, choking in the sick, "m'reallyry-sorry..."

"I know, I know," he whispered, while Jonah let out a guilty whine above her head, rubbing her back.

"It's fine, don't think about it," he said, his voice a notch softer and Bella let out a groan, clutching the bin's edges until her knuckles turned white.

"Everything is spinning..."

"Bella, hey-" Lucas patted her cheek, "don't pass out, baby, open your eyes-"

"Luke," Jonah shook his head, his voice a whisper, "it's okay, she's okay," he said calmly, "I got her."

And he really did, because a second later Bella's spine gave up on her and her whole weight collapsed against Jon's leg. He cupped her head, crouching down to steady her on the seat and shoving Lucas out of the way.

"Let's get her lying down, feet up, it's probably just a blood pressure drop because of the nose bleed..."

If Lucas noticed just how his voice trembled, he didn't say anything. Together they managed to get Bella back in the bedroom, piling some pillows her under her legs to make the blood flow back up and then...

Then there was nothing to do.

Jonah moved uneasily, eyes darting from Bell to Luke and then back again, "I... I shouldn't have said that."

"I care about Leo," Lucas scoffed, at the same time as Jon spoke up.

Jonah let out a groan, rubbing his face, "yeah, I know, I'm just pissed off-"

"And I'm just pissed because you're not being fair with her," Lucas pouted, "if it's on anyone, it's on me. You know I was the one who asked Leo to tag along, not Bell."

"Because of Bella."

"I'm still the one who said it, so at least be pissed at me, not her."

Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes, "I'm always pissed at you, Lucas, there's no difference there."

Luke snorted, carefully combing his fingers through Bella's hair, avoiding the stitches, "how's Leo?"

"Knocked out, still sick, dehydrated. Wendy got him some good drugs though, so I'm hopeful he'll feel better soon..."

An awkward silence followed and they both avoided each other's eyes, before Lucas huffed, "I'm sorry, this trip was a stupid idea."

"It wasn't," Jonah shook his head, "but bad fucking timing..." he sat on the edge of the bed, "I didn't mean to make her cry, I swear I didn't."

Luke raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, "well, you did."

"I'll apologize to her," Jonah promised, his pride be damned. Luke sighed, nodding.

"Fine, if you apologize to her."

"If you apologize to Leo for making him come."

"I didn't make him come."

"Lucas," Jonah glared at him and the other man pouted, nodding again.

"Fine, I'll apologize."

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SIRIUS AND REGULUS BLACK HEADCANONS

•The main difference between the brothers facial wise other than the hair length is that Sirius is the innocent looking brother, doe shaped grey eyes and brink pink colored lips. While Regulus is the lustrous looking one with the siren shaped eyes and brownish pink lips.

• They both have the same Grey eyes (the whole Black family does, the ones who don't are not a Black), cheek bone, pouty lips, thick raven hair and eyelashes.

•Sirius was the 'Perfect Heir' before getting sorted into Gryffindor. His a natural in etiquette and is sociable (knows how to read the room) to everyone. They know he doesn't like the Muggleborn prejudice like Andy but the Black family never mentioned Muggles or Muggleborns often.

• Regulus was the judgemental sassy brat growing up. Though he is quiet during galas and knows not to get into much trouble. Loves traumatizing his cousins and other kids.

•As much as Sirius being oblivious to his admirers or people flirting with him he had been crushing on Remus since 13 (their 2nd year), and accepted he loves him during their 5th year.

Also his actually good at hiding his crush on Remus until 7th year that Peter is the only one who knows (3rd year). He did tell Regulus about it since 2nd year.

(I love the idea that Sirius fell first but Remus fell harder)

•Sirius knows Regulus has a crush on James the moment he started acting polite and stuttering to James in the train when all he did was jealously talk shit about his new friends. Regulus knows that Sirius knows and had a silent agreement to not talk about it. Sirius realized James started to have a crush on Regulus (and the whole bloody Hogwarts) when he openly cheered for Regulus when he caught the snitch (Ravenclaw vs Slytherin) during their 4th year (though he was the last to know in their cycle of friends).

•Sirius would always close Regulus ears or make themselves busy when their parents are fighting. When Orion died when they were 8-7 (not canon) during an 'Unspeakable' mission, Walburga lost it so Sirius had to take the paternal role to Regulus. Regulus knew Sirius was breaking under the pressure so he asked Uncle Alphard and their cousins for help.

Uncle Alphard took all the kids to Versailles to have a break (and mentally help them as much as possible).

•They both don't like being yelled at or hearing people loudly argue since it reminds them of their parents

•Walburga made sure to tell them she never intended to have them if it wasn't for grandfather who forced Orion and Walburga to have the kids after Orion died. Orion did love them when they were born but they don't remember much about it.

•12 Grimmauld place is the same size as their muggle counterparts which are London Flats. (They're actually not that big compared to their manor in Versailles and Greece (nor Cygnus and Druella's manor)). It was homey growing up but now it gives them claustrophobia.

•Sirius and Regulus love using their pretty privilege but are confused when people confess to them.

•The Black family has a tradition that they will have an Unbreakable curse to Heir's (male and female so Sirius and Bella) to not have sex until 18 because of superstition that it might be a squib if you were not a virgin. So Sirius is a virgin (I think I'm going to make a fic about this), too afraid to kiss someone because he might actually DIE. He jokes about it but his friends think his ancestors should've gone to Azkaban for that.

Did not go well since Alphard and Bellatrix became Asexual (Bella's both Asexual and Aromantic) (I wonder why).

•Regulus on the other hand had a ton of experience. He gave Sirius tips on how to kiss someone and sex toys (it started as a joke).

•Now let's talk about height. The Black family growth spurt stops at 18 which it never was a problem since their family isn't short. But Sirius and Regulus had their grandmother's height. So Sirius is 5'8"/ 172 cm and became an inch or 2 cm shorter post-Azkaban. Regulus is 5'10" / 178cm and loved teasing his older brother about it.

•When Sirius was being forced to choose between Family dignity or his beliefs Regulus was packing Sirius things and left the 'ugly' clothes and made Kreacher give them to the Potters to know what's going on. Sirius was planning to stay at Andy's but Reg knows Walburga will go there (a reason to not only attack her son but her blood traitor niece).

Regulus stayed since a part of him truly believed in the Dark Lord's cause until he learned about the Horcruxes.

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drown me in your love

The last time Tango and Scott were the last "peaceful" colors on the server, it was Scott who died first. Now, the tables have turned and Tango died first. Which meant he was red, and his emotions amplified tenfold… Including his love for Scott. Yet, Tango didn't expect to be able to satisfy his bloodlust and passion in one fell swoop. But this game was known for being unpredictable.

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(inspired by this artwork)

TangoTek fell from a high place.

Now, the first thing Tango should've said when respawning was "damn it Martyn!" Or "I need to get some time back."

Instead it was "Where's Scott? I need him!" in response to opening his communicator and seeing that Scott was the last yellow.

It could've been up to interpretation, but Tango already knew it didn't mean "I need to kill him" or "I need his time."

Tango needed to hold Scott in his arms, to kiss him until he was gasping for air once they pulled away, but quickly going in for more. Maybe it was possible for Tango to bring Scott down to red by suffocating him with his kiss. It'd probably kill Tango as well but that would be quite the way to go, drowning in the kisses of the person you loved.

He needed to gently rub his thumb along Scott's cheeks to feel his scales, and feel the aquatic man shudder at the touch.

Tango didn't realize how far his thoughts were spiraling until he saw patches of grass that were scorched by his fiery tail.

Oh.

Oh dear.

In the words of Scott Smajor himself, "oh Jesus."

Being red meant that all emotions and thoughts were intensified, making it difficult for some players to think straight. Of course, being a red life didn't affect everyone the same way. Some people were completely consumed by their bloodlust (such as Joel and Pearl); other people were able to weaponize their bloodlust, wielding it like it was a sword (this also applies to Joel and Pearl).

Tango and his bloodlust just co-existed. He didn't need a kill to be satisfied, and really only acted when he wanted to. It didn't mean he was immune to the intense emotions that came with being a red life. And of course, because the universe definitely wants to see him make a fool out of himself, that included his love for Scott

The fact that Tango and Scott loved each other wasn't a secret. After all, pretty much half the server walked in on them making out before turning yellow (Scott blamed Grian for that). Jimmy was very happy to hear that his ex-husband and his ex-soulmate were hitting it off and even messaged Tango during the short-lived Yellow Peace and asked "isn't Scott a great kisser?" (Tango almost burnt down a forest while figuring out how to respond while still appearing sane).

Tango inhaled sharply, staring down at his communicator. Scott seemed to be hanging with team T.I.E.S and Martyn, probably since they were on okay terms with each other. But that meant Scott wouldn't be alone, especially if Martyn is trying to protect him.

Tango knew for a fact that he could never beat Martyn in a fight. PVP was not his specialty.

He opened the chat in his communicator to send Scott a text. But where could they meet up? Wherever they met, it couldn't be anywhere around Skynet, should the bad boys feel extra bad and drop more TNT minecarts. The T.I.E.S base was their safest bet; it seems that the other members were busy, so Tango and Scott would be alone together.

The smell of smoke snapped Tango out of his thoughts. His tail dragged along the grass, leaving a scorched trail behind him. He yelped and stomped on the flames, scolding his tail for having a mind of its own. "Calm down, Tango. It's literally just Scott... And he's going to be hunted down by the entire server for his time." Tango chuckled to himself. "Guess I'm not the only one who wants Scott..." He bit down on his lip, a wave of heat creeping up his neck and blooming on his cheeks and ears. "... This man is going to be the death of me."

"Not unless I kill you first, Tango!" A sing-song voice called from behind him, followed by a bang! from a firework.

"Scar- Scar, don't!" Tango shouted, pulling out his bow to fire back. "I had nothing to do with it!"

"You're a part of T.I.E.S, you must die," Scar responded smugly. He looked up to Bdubs and Cleo, who were standing on top of a mountain. "Get him!"

"NOPE!" Tango rushed through the dark forest, with the Clockers' arrows beating down on him like hail. He had just turned red, couldn't he get at least a few minutes of peace? "Nope-nope-nope, WHERE IS MY TEAM?!"

He pulled out a piece of bread to eat it, turning around to make sure Scar wasn't on his tail.

That was simultaneously a bad and good idea.

An arrow hit him right in the chest, causing him to wince and stumble backwards, falling into someone.

Now, who could he possibly fall into?

Definitely not the cyan-haired Scottish fish hybrid currently being hunted down by the rest of the server. Definitely not Scott Smajor, the person that Tango found himself falling head over heels for. Definitely not the person that Tango was raving about not even a few minutes ago.

Fate was such a funny thing.

Tango's breath hitched as he stared down at Scott. His scales were more prominent on his skin, cyan fins replaced his ears, and there was a tail swaying on his side. Thankfully, Tango didn't have Scott laying directly on his tail. Scott smirked a bit, his cheeks a soft shade of pink. "Hey, Tango. Nice to see you dropping in."

"Hey- That's my line!" Tango did his best to ignore the cracks in his voice as he smiled down at Scott. They were so close, it was driving Tango insane. Scott could probably hear his heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Do you need help with anything?" Scott asked, pointing to the arrow in Tango's chest. "I thought I heard you screaming 'no' earlier."

"Ah, yeah. The Clockers are trying to find me, but..." He leaned in a little closer to Scott, tail swaying in the air. "I don't really care that much. 'Cause they led me into you."

Scott raised a brow. "It sounds like you missed me."

"I might've."

"More like you missed my lips, with how much you're staring at them."

"Ah, I... Might have?"

Scott chuckled, the sound music to Tango's ears. "If you really wanted to kiss me..." He brushed his fingers along the nape of Tango's neck, causing him to shiver. "You could've just asked."

"I was hoping we could be alone..." Tango's thumb brushed against Scott's lower lip. "But at the same time, pretty much everyone knows about us. And half the server walked in on us last time—"

"Just shut up and kiss me before the other half of the server walks in on us—"

Tango quickly obeyed, swallowing the rest of Scott's words for himself. This kiss felt much more passionate and heated than the previous ones, thanks to Tango's additional (blood)lust. The blazeborn refused to waver in his advances, his hands all over Scott's face. One moment, they were caressing his cheeks and thumbing his scales, the next they were tangled in the coral and seaweed in his hair.

For a nanosecond, Tango parted his lips in a smile before he began softly nibbling on Scott's lower lip. Scott's breath hitched, as he wrapped his arms around Tango's neck to pull him closer. The taste of Scott's lips was still so delectable, still so addicting. At this point, Tango was going to swallow Scott whole.

However, he felt Scott flinch and shudder underneath him as if he were taking damage. If this were Double Life, Tango would've assumed that Scott's soulmate got into an accident. But it was just them now and there was no explanation, unless Tango was accidentally hurting Scott.

Tango pulled away from a reluctant Scott who whined insistently and tried pulling the blazeborn in for another round. He took one of the fish hybrid's hands, inspecting it for burns or cuts. "Tango..." Scott rasped, still struggling to catch his breath.

"Sorry," Tango murmured. "I thought I was hurting you. It seemed like you were taking damage."

"No- No, you weren't"—Scott took several deep breaths— "you weren't hurting me." His fingers were entangled in Tango's golden hair, chest rising and falling as he recollected himself. Tango watched him, waiting for Scott to recover before diving in for more. The last thing Tango wanted to do was kill him—

Wait.

Was that what he was taking damage to?!

Oh.

Oh.

In all honesty, the thought had crossed Tango's mind in the form of a joke. He did not think dying from asphyxiation via making out was possible but a lot of things didn't make sense in this game.

He snapped out of his thoughts, at the feeling of Scott lightly tugging at his hair. Tango chuckled seductively. "And I thought I was impatient... But you do realize, I could probably kill you and bring you down to red if I keep kissing you, right?"

Scott nodded eagerly, eyes half-lidded but full of desire. "I know. And, well, if I'm going to turn red... I'd rather die at your hands. Or, your lips."

"That's making me wonder, what the death message is going to look like..."

"Only one way to find out," Scott whispered as he pulled the blazeborn down into another kiss. Their lips were permanently locked this time, with the only key being Scott's death. It was a good thing that drowning didn't take too long so they had some time before Scott disappeared.

The fish hybrid whimpered as Tango slipped his tongue into the kiss, starting to shudder underneath. Scott gripped Tango's hair more rougher, as if trying to take him down as well. Tango wasn't affected by the drowning—either because he had a larger lung capacity or Scott had a smaller one (now that he was a fish hybrid). Tango cupped Scott’s scaled face with one hand, and his hip with the other, making comforting circles to lightly massage them. Tango relished in the muffled line that escaped Scott’s lips, though it was slightly strained from the lack of oxygen.

Eventually, Tango face-plummeted into the grass once Scott disappeared. His communicator buzzed a couple times in his pocket and he pulled it out, biting down on his lip. How was he already missing Scott's lips? He stifled a smirk upon reading the chat.

Smajor1995 drowned whilst kissing TangoTek  <Skizzleman> HAHAHA  <Bigbst4tz2> thats one way to go to red lol  <SmallishBeans> way to go tango!  <Inthelittlewood> of course its tango who brings scott to red  <Grian> YESSSSSS  <Grian> I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD DIE LIKE THAT  <Grian> this is legendary  <Ethoslab> thats the best death of the season  <ZombieCleo> me killing etho several times in one session is a close second  <Ethoslab> thanks gem  <Ethoslab> i mean cleo  <SolidarityGaming> when can i be next  <SmallishBeans> tim please you're already low

Yup. That was the best death of the season. If not for the death game setting, Tango would definitely do it a thousand times over. And he had a feeling that Scott wouldn't be upset with it either.

Tango pulled out his clock to find that he had gained 30 minutes and was now yellow again. Which meant the target was slapped on his back again.

Then again, Jimmy did say he wanted to be next. And he was already low, so why not kill two birds (or a blaze and a canary) with one stone?

<TangoTek> jimmy <TangoTek> want an extra 30 minutes?

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Chapter Ten :D

Story below undercut:

The Hellevator arrived in the Underworld, the Queen of Hell stumbling out of it, balancing herself on her trident.

"Boss! There you are! We were starting to get worried bout you! We..." Henchwoman stopped, seeing the state her Boss was in. "Boss...? You ok...?"

The Devil didn't answer, only holding a shaky hand to her lips as she continued to breath heavily and quickly.

"Boss?"

Lucifer melted to the ground in front of the Hellevator, her hands shaking as her breath didn't seem to calm down, hugging herself tightly.

Her mind was spiraling, the last few moments beforehand replaying at the speed of light over and over again. Why did she do that? Why did she do that?

"Boss?" Henchwoman approached her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, only getting a tense twitch in return.

Her brain was going a million miles a minute. What did Dice think of her now? Why did she let her do it? Why did she even try to do it in the first place? Was she crazy?! Was she an idiot? And then she just... Just left! Like a coward. She never should've lead with her heart, letting her emotions take over and try to...

Try to kiss Dice.

Her breathing got quicker, worrying her loyal companion.

"Boss," Henchwoman said gently, kneeling down next to her. "Boss, look at me."

Doing as she was told, she looked to the other, not saying a word.

"Are you ok?"

The demon shook her head no.

"Do ya wanna talk about it, Boss?"

No! She never wanted to even think about it ever again! She just wanted to disappear, never show her sorry face to Dice or anyone ever again.

"Ok... We don't gotta talk about it right now. How bout this, I can get you a nice dinner ready and we'll go from there?"

The Queen of Hell shook her head no, scrambling up from her spot on the floor, tripping over herself as she sprinted down the hallway without so much as a word.

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It had been days, maybe weeks— The Devil hadn't been keeping track. She hadn't exactly left her room since she'd gotten back to Hell.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been awake for, but she didn't dare leave her room. She could never face Dice or anyone ever again. Snatching away her pride had been her own doing; wearing her heart on her sleeve and letting it lead her and act on impulse, realizing what she was doing far too late.

Love just wasn't something that worked out for her. Not way back then, not now. At least she got away from it before she could've been hurt again.

Holding one of her pillows close to her chest, a few stray tears streamed down her face.

She should've just made Dice forget all about this. It was a simple spell, all she'd have to do is wave her hand and— Poof! The whole incident would be erased from Dice's memory.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Dice... Again. She couldn't do that to her, no matter how painful the memory was for the demon.

The door creaked open, the demon covering her head with the pillow. The Devil had a good guess who it was, but whoever it was didn't say anything. The only sounds being the quiet tinks of ceramic glass and the sound of tea pouring followed by the distinct smell of the demons tea. Though silence followed soon after, the door not even opening and closing back up. Instead, she felt a pressure on the side of the bed.

Moving her pillow slightly to peak at whoever it was, she was relieved to see Henchwoman rather than anyone else. Finally moving the pillow aside, she turned her back to her companion.

"Boss?" Henchwoman asked kindly.

"Hmm?"

"Boss, you've been in here for days, you're gonna have to come out eventually."

"No." The Queen of Hell whined like a petulant child, putting a different pillow over her head.

"Boss," Henchwoman went on. "Don't be like that. You can't stay in here forever."

"Wanna bet?"

"Boss."

The Devil didn't answer.

"You didn't even tell me what happened that has you cooped up like this."

Lucifer grumbled.

"If ya tell me, you might feel a little better. I might even be able help ya work things out."

"I... I can't..."

"Why not...?"

"It's... It's..." She sighed. "It's stupid... I don't know what I was thinking."

"What?"

"I... I acted on impulse... Again..."

"Aw Jeeze... How many people died this time?"

"What?" The Devil sat up, shooting her a glare. "No one! Not that kind of impulse!"

"Oh— Ok, D'uhm... That's good... Then what kinda impulse?" Henchwoman asked.

"When..." Lucifer took a deep breath and let it out. "When I went out, I ran into Dice. We... We talked for a bit and— And we lost track of time. So... So in order to make sure she made it to her show on time... I... I... I teleported her there... Then... Then..."

"Then what? What happened?"

"I... I dunno if she meant it as a way to say thank you but... But..." She sniffled, the whole thing replaying in her head. "But she... She kissed me... On the... On the cheek..."

"Oh." Henchwoman commented but didn't say anything else.

"I tried to ignore it... I tried so hard... I really did... But... I couldn't stop myself..."

"What happened? You didn't hurt Miss Dice, did you?"

"I kissed her back."

Henchwoman's eyes widened.

"On the lips."

"Oh my..."

The dam broke, the Queen of Hell rolling over as she cried her eyes out.

"Henchwoman, what's wrong with me...?"

"N— Nothin'! Nothin' at all, Boss!" Henchwoman said quickly. "This— This is perfectly normal."

The demon paused, sniffing before she rolled around to face her companion.

"Really?"

"Y— Yeah!" Henchwoman nodded quickly.

Glaring at her, Lucifer growled, seeing through her lies and not appreciating that she was lying to her.

"I mean... I've seen it in the picture shows..." 

Groaning, the Queen of Hell flopped back over face first in the pillows. She knew it. She should've known all along. Demons weren't supposed to feel this type of attraction towards someone, especially a demon like herself. She just wanted to forget about this, or make it disappear even. She'd give anything to make it disappear, even her trident.

Ok, maybe not anything.

She couldn't stop thinking of that day— However long it'd been— The awful memory still lingered on as if it had happened hours ago. When Queen Dice made that stupid decision to kiss her cheek, the Devil reacted the same as she did before.

She'd wanted more than a damn kiss on the cheek. All those thoughts came racing back to her, the demon acting on impulse and holding Queen Dice close to her. She couldn't stop staring at those eyes. Or her lips. Just wanting to get even one kiss. It was so unnatural for a demon like herself to do.

And yet... It felt nice. Just being there with Dice, staring wordlessly at one another. Feeling her heart pound out of her chest as they drew nearer and nearer. Not a hint of fear or worry between them.

Dice never pushed away, in fact, she'd almost seemed to pull them closer.

But of course, Old Scratch was probably fooling herself as some sort of coping mechanism.

She clutched the covers underneath her, trying desperately not to cry more than she already had.

"Boss?"

"Hmm?"

"There's nothing wrong with you."

The Queen of Hell sighed.

"Maybe you should talk to Dice? Maybe she could— "

"No!" Lucifer sat up quickly. "No! I— I can't! I can't tell her about this! And you'd better not tell her we spoke of this! Got it?!"

"Of course, Boss— "

"SWEAR IT!"

"Ok, ok! I swear I won't tell Dice!"

"Don't tell ANYONE!"

"Ok! I swear I won't tell Dice or no one else about it!"

"Good... Good..." The Devil sighed, flopping back down on the pillows. 

"But... D'uhm, Boss?"

"Yes?"

"Telling her might help out."

"Henchwoman, please drop the subject."

"Yes, ma'am." Henchwoman didn't go any further.

"You're free to go, Henchwoman. I'll be out shortly." She rolled over in her bed. "Maybe."

"Of course. Don't let your tea get cold, Boss."

Lucifer heard the imp push the tea cart out, the door creaking open and clicking shut once more. Rolling over again, she lifted her tea from her bedside table, absentmindedly stirring it while staring at her own warped reflection in the tea.

Her mind wandered, and no matter what she tried to stop it, it wandered back to when she and Dice had last seen each other. She never meant for it to go so far. She still vividly remembered that night.

How close Dice was to her, staring up at her. Her expression had been hard to read; intrigued yet confused. She never pushed away. She never spoke up. In fact, she seemed to want to kiss the demon as much as Lucifer wanted to kiss her.

Maybe, just maybe...

Her gaze focused on her reflection in her tea.

Grumbling, she tore her eyes away from it, taking an unenthusiastic sip.

Now that was just ridiculous. The Devil was well aware that Dice was afraid of her. Just like any other mortal. Just like any other demon even here in Hell. No one ever saw her as anything worth getting to know or care about. Dice was no exception; she'd never see the Devil as anything...

But a monster.

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Queen Dice's footsteps echoed in the corridor toward her Boss' office. She still hadn't seen her in the throne room where she usually was. In fact, she hadn't seen her Boss for a good week. Since the whole incident in her dressing room. That feeling still lingered, feeling the demons lips brush against hers just for a moment, yet she'd never forget the feeling. It gave her a little hope, that maybe she wasn't reading their relationship wrong. That maybe, just maybe, the Devil shared her feelings. Though that was taken from her by the absence of her Boss. Dice wished she could talk to her, but she was advised to stay away from her when she gets this upset.

Coming upon the demon's office, she saw the shine of light through the bottom of the door, giving her just a glimmer of hope. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, making sure she looked presentable to see her Boss.

"Enter." The Queen of Hell said through the door.

Opening the door, she put on her brave, winning smile, immediately making eye contact with her Boss. The Devil tensed up, directing her attention to her paperwork.

"Uhm... Hi Boss..."

"Hello, Dice." There was a slight waver to the demon's voice.

"You uh... You feelin better?" Queen Dice asked.

"I'm feeling just fine."

"Good, good..."

Queen Dice slowly approached the Devil's desk further as she attempted avoiding eye contact.

"So... Boss... I— I— "

"Construction of the 'Carnevil' is going swimmingly." The demon interrupted her.

"Wh... What?"

"The 'Carnevil', it's almost ready for operation." She looked up. "That's what you came in here for, right?"

Dice's heart sank, her smile faded.

She opened her mouth to argue, Lucifer raising an eyebrow.

"I... I actually..."

The demon furrowed her eyebrows, silently glaring at the woman.

"Y... Yes... It was... Thank you..." Her gaze fell. "Thanks, Boss..."

"Good. Great. You're excused, Dice." The Devil waved her off.

That's it?

Queen Dice creased her eyebrows, not moving from her spot. Looking back up, Old Scratch blinked.

"That will be all, Dice."

The Queen of Hell obviously didn't want to talk about it. The dilemma was that Dice did. To get an explanation or something. More than just being brushed off.

"You're free to go, Dice." The demon began getting annoyed.

"I had another question, Boss." Dice crossed her arms.

"Yes?"

"Do you... Do you remember last week at all?"

The demons head shot up.

"Why...?"

"Just... Just wondering... Do you remember what happened the last time we saw each other?"

Panic filled Lucifer's eyes, she tensed up in her seat, almost trying to back away but being blocked by her chair. Queen Dice attempted a step forward, panicking the demon further. Quickly scrambling up from her chair, the Devil began to back away, Dice stopping while she was ahead.

It sent a piercing ache through her heart. To see her Boss like this...

This Scared.

"D— Dice... I... I didn't... I..." She seemed at a loss for words, shaking her head slowly.

"I just had a question about it, it's ok." Queen Dice spoke gently and patiently. "I just wanna know what... You know... What that was all about."

Dread going over her face, the Devil backed up further, holding her hands close to her chest, almost trying to make herself look smaller.

"Boss? It's ok."

Finally, there was a puff of purple smoke, the demon vanishing into thin air.

Or so Dice thought.

Sighing as she realized she'd scared her Boss away, Queen Dice turned around to give up, seeing something small scurry across the floor.

A mouse.

Heading for the door.

"Boss?"

The mouse stopped, turning its head to face Dice, its little nose twitching before running off again, this time faster.

"Boss!"

Dice hurried after the mouse, catching her just before she got out the door. Trying to run off again, the demon-mouse let out panicked squeaks, desperately trying to get away.

"Devil?"

The mouse didn't seem to listen.

"Lucifer!"

Finally getting her attention, the mouse looked back at her, her little gold and red eyes filled with fear.

"We need to talk about this and you know it."

The mouse's nose twitched again, the rodent squeaking again.

Queen Dice glared at the little black mouse. She waited for her Boss to change back, but the moment never came, she only sat there, covering her eyes with her front paws. Sighing, Dice slumped over to the chase lounge.

"Ok... If you won't talk, I will." She sat on the couch, still holding the rodent. "I don't know if you think I'm mad at you or something... But... I'm not..."

The mouse-demon showed her face, her nose twitched again.

"But I... I guess I was just surprised..." Queen Dice chuckled awkwardly. "I knew we were friends but... I wasn't sure if we were that close." Queen Dice shrugged. "Not that I mind."

Dice gently pet the mouse's head, the rodent remaining eye contact. Smiling down at her, Queen Dice chuckles at how cute her Boss was in this form. And how her eyes slowly closed shut as Dice brushed the fur atop her head.

"So... Whatever this means between us, I just wanna say, I..."

Her eyes shot open again, Old Scratch tried with another escape, jumping from Dice's hands and bolting back toward the door.

"Wait! Boss!"

Dice grabbed for her again to no avail, the little rodent scurrying to the door and successfully wriggling underneath it and out of the office. Opening the door, Queen Dice looked every which way for her Boss. Though in the form of a tiny mouse, she'd be impossible to find in the underworld.

Dice's heart sank as she closed the door behind her. She definitely did read their relationship wrong. If she hadn't, why had her Boss reacted the way she did? Why was she scared of talking about this with Dice? Why'd she kiss her in the first place?

Queen Dice should've just dropped it. It wasn't worth it if the demon would just run away and refuse to talk about it.

But Dice was a stubborn woman, almost too stubborn for her own good.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

I just have to get this off my chest:

I had a dream about Pedro Pascal last night 😭😭😭

He was like dropping me off at a bus station, we probably went on a date that night and it was getting late. Then, a few minutes later the bus came and he was like "you know what, I'm gonna come with you just so I can make sure you get home safely and we can spend a little time more with each other" and I was like "uhhh okay sure" then he held my hand and got on the bus 😭😭

When we got to our seat, he put his arms around me. We locked eyes for a bit AND THEN HE KISSED ME 😭😭😭

and then I woke up lol i got it bad for Pedro Pascal. Do what you want this information 🙈🙈🙈

I will. I will do what I want.

Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 1490

Warning, I did not proof read this my friends

Summary: Saved by a silver lining. What should've been a nightmare felt more like a dream, but everyone has to wake up eventually.

You were a firm believer that every terrible event had a bright side. Every storm cloud had a silver lining. For example, yes your father had made a shitty deal with a band of spice smugglers which put your entire family in debt, then he went and died leaving the loan payment in your name, and said spice smugglers decided they were going to even the odds by beating the kriffing hell out of you. Terrible, terrible event. The silver lining? You got saved by a mysterious Mandalorian who somehow managed to change your entire life in the span of weeks. Maker, he was even dressed in silver armor. The universe was not being subtle with this bright side.

If someone asked you why the Mandalorian decided to help you out, you would have no answer for them. Maybe you looked really pathetic when a few of the spice smugglers cornered you in a dark alley on the wrong side of Mos Eisley. Maybe he had just been really bored that day. Regardless, he stormed into the alley like an act of the gods and saved your pitiful existence. Then, the oddest thing, he continued to do so.

The spice smugglers hadn't given up, they sent more after you, and Mando (the aptly named Mandalorian) stayed by your side. For two long weeks, he fought off every single smuggler that tried to kill you while escorting you to a safer place to live. Granted, his safer place had been a little green planet named Sorgan and the smugglers had followed you there to raise hell, but it was the thought that counted. Mando even helped you travel all the way back to Tatooine.

Despite your life being in danger the entire time, you found yourself enjoying the time. It wasn't the circumstance, it was the man. Mando brought you peace in more ways than one. There was something about his presence that calmed you. You hoped he enjoyed your company rather than just put up with you. There was no need for him to keep protecting you so that meant he had to like you at least a little. Mando liked you enough to open up a bit. You knew he had a son, one that was lost to him (though he didn't elaborate on details and you didn't push since it obviously was a painful topic to him), and you had learned a good about his culture-- his creed.

Your point was, the two of you connected just enough that saying good-bye saddened you. To the degree that you were almost disappointed that the smugglers had given up on revenge. Mando had put a dent in their numbers enough that they realized you weren't worth it. Now, it was time to separate and you were disappointed by this fact.

"I can't thank you enough." You wrapped your arms around your body. "Without you, Mando, I..." You chuckled. "It would've been bad." Mando gave you slight nod of his head. "Plus, meeting the daimyo was pretty cool to, I'm not gonna lie."

"Glad to be of service. For both situations." Mando chuckled. Your journey had ended at the daimyo's castle because apparently he knew the man personally, and you got to enjoy a feast. Returning back to your simple, small home in Mos Eisley ws going to be difficult for multiple reasons now.

The droid controlling the landspeeder beeped behind you and you couldn't help but glance over your shoulder at the otherwise empty ship. The suns in the distance were beginning to dip below the horizon.

"Well, this is officially good-bye." You turned back to Mando. Suddenly nervous, you stuck your hand out for a handshake. Mando stared at it for what felt like forever.

Finally, he took your hand in his gloved ones, but rather than shake it he held it tight and walked toward the landspeeder beside you. He used your hand to help you step over the edge and into the vehicle. Mando released your hand and you immediately missed the warmth of his touch. However, Mando caught you off guard by dropping into the seat beside you.

You stared at him, unable to ask the question present in your mind, but Mando shook his head. "I just want to make sure you get home safely. I can always take the landspeeder back." He shifted in his seat an air of awkward energy surrounding you both. "Unless, you'd rather spend this time alone."

"Not at all. I think I'd like a little extra time with you." You admitted.

Mando's entire body seemed to sag in relief and after motioning for the droid to begin moving he leaned back into his seat. When the landspeeder picked up in it's speed, the bubble shield formed around the ship to prevent the course sand from whipping into your faces.

"What will you do now?" You asked. "You'll have a lot of extra time without me around to cause trouble."

Mando chuckled. "I'm not sure. I... I haven't given it much thought." He paused briefly before giving you a small shrug. "Maybe I'll try to visit Grogu."

You recognized his son's name and a wide smile filled your features. "I think that's a good idea."

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Mando shifted once more and you felt his arm rest on the back of your seat. It wasn't a new position. There had been many a night where you fell asleep by a fire nestled into his side. it was why it felt so natural to lean into him. There was no need for further words. That was the beauty of your relationship with him. His presence alone was satisfying enough that it never bothered you that he wasn't a man of many words. The words he did say had so much power over you that it didn't really matter.

When the landspeeder reached the city it was dark, and it only took the ship a few minutes to travel down the streets until it reached the outside of your home. It landed, the droid beeped to signal the conclusion of the journey, but neither of you moved an inch. You shifted just enough to stare up at Mando's visor.

He turned to look down at you. "What are you thinking about, cyar'ika?"

"I'm thinking..." You took in a shaky breath. "I'm thinking I wish I could kiss you." Mando's arm tightened around you, his body stiffened, and you felt immediate dread. You shook your head and tried to lean back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable--"

"Stop." Mando replied. His modulated voice a hoarse whisper. You felt his hand brush against your shoulder. Slowly, his other rose to his helmet. Your eyes widened at the action. The street was dark enough that your vision was imperfect, but there was enough light that you wouldn't be blind. You spoke out, ready to stop him, but Mando sighed. "It's alright. I want this."

With those final words, his helmet was lifted off his head. You couldn't make out details of his features, but you could see shapes. His silhouette was mesmerizing and you lifted a hand to where his cheek was. It hovered there until Mando gave you a small nod. When your hand settled on the side of his face he let out a shuddering sigh of relief. There was stubble under your fingers. You let them trace over his cheekbone, down his aquiliine nose, over his lower lip.

Mando breathed out a string of Mando'a. His unmodulated voice filled with admiration. It sounded like a whispered prayer. Unable to wait a second more, you leaned in and let your lips lightly brush against his. Mando sucked in a sharp breath, his entire frame trembling once, and then he leaned in further to deepen the kiss. It was simple and sweet. Not an action born of lust, but one meant to convey a more pure emotion. It was a silent good-bye. Without words, you were saying 'thank you'. You were saying 'I will miss you'. You were saying 'Please don't forget me'.

You pulled away just enough to separate your lips from his, but stayed close enough to feel his warm breath. A lump had formed in your throat and tears were forming in your eyes. Suddenly, you were thankful for the darkness that kept you from truly looking at the man who had changed every aspect of your life. It was keeping him from being witness to your sadness. You picked up his helmet from his lap and carefully settled it back in place. Before you grew too weak to walk away, you pressed a light kiss to the side of his helmet and then climbed out of the landspeeder.

Being with the Mandalorian for the time you had felt like a dream, but all dreams come to an end.

[echowithpain]

Guys this is the last Echo's Essay until next season 😭😭😭 Thanks for being here with me, I really appreciate it. That being said, this might just be the longest one yet lmao. Buckle up and I'll just go with what's off the top of my head.

First, I FUCKING CALLED THE ASSHOLE CAPTAIN COMING BACK AND TAKING BOBBYS PLACE!!!!

It made sense, because why have his actor be at the ceremony, AND HAVE A SPEAKING ROLE, unless he was gonna come back in some way?

Also I know Bobby put in his 2 week notice and didn't tell anyone but Athena, but then the whole chasing Amir down and saving his life again as a way to make amends and dealing with the cartel, it's easy to see how he forgot to tell the chief he changed his mind.

Speaking of Athena and Amir, WHY THE FUCK DID THE WRITERS MAKE HER SO HELLBENT ON GOING AFTER HIM ALONE, CONVINCED HE WAS THE ONE WHO SET THE FIRE??? Athena's always been by the book save for a couple instances, but she's always tried to make sure those guilty would be punished by the system. I get that she was emotional about potentially losing Bobby, but calling Maddie and lying to her so she could get Amir's address, going back to her house to get her gun, and then breaking into his house so she can hold him at gunpoint???? Guys come on.

I mean, I guess I could've accepted it if she didn't get her gun and make it seem like she was going to kill him even though we already knew she wasn't. Also the breaking and entering left a bad taste in my mouth, especially since she clarified she was off duty. If you have suspicions of him being guilty, get a warrant for his arrest and bring him in for questioning! They even highlighted how out of character Athena was acting by bringing up Emmett and what she did with the guy who killed him. And to top it off, while she was holding Amir at gunpoint, she was throwing accusations at him, saying he was a bad person, how she should've seen the signs, and how Bobby gave him too much credit, and reminding him of his past with the picture of him and his wife, BRO WHAT THE FUCK

Put yourself in Amir's shoes real quick: you survived a fire that permanently scarred you and took your wife, you decide to become a doctor so you can help people like you wish you could've helped your wife. One day while you're working, a firefighter comes in to reunite one of your patients with their baby and you recognize their last name, and looking into it, realize he's the guy who caused the fire that changed your life. You decide to see how his life has changed since the fire so you go to his AA meeting where you hear him talking about how good his life has been and that makes you upset so you speak up. You leave afterwards not wanting anything else to do with this man and go back to helping people, getting shot in the process. The man then shows up, having found you in the middle of nowhere, trying to help and apologize for what happened in the past. You tell him you don't want his apology and that he should leave you for dead, but he persists and ends up saving your life. After that, while you still don't want to deal with him, you at least tolerate him and go back to helping people.

One day you get a call from work saying one of your patients needs you. So you go into work, and it turns out the guy who caused the fire and changed your life has a wife who lied to get you to go there. You two have a talk and she tells you ever since her husband met you again, his life has been unbalanced and she thinks talking to you again is going to help that. You're weary but you agree to help. When you get there, you see the guy remarried to a beautiful woman, lives in a beautiful home, and has pictures of their kids and happy memories all around. This makes you so upset/jealous that you apologize and rush to leave only to be face to face with this man and it's too much. You tell him if he really wants to make amends, he and his wife should leave you alone, and then you leave so you won't have to experience those emotions again.

You slowly calm down and go back to your life, helping all the people you can. You're coming home, just picked up some dry cleaning, and then the guys wife is in your house, falsely accusing you of setting their house on fire and almost killing her husband, all while pointing a gun at you, saying horrible things about you, and tormenting you with your painful past.

WHAT THE FUCK GUYS???

Amir, I am so sorry you had to deal with that, and as much as I love Bobby and Athena, THEY NEED TO LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!! I love the mini friendship he and Maddie had, but please keep Bobby and Athena a million miles away from him and let him live his life!!!!

Honestly, Amir is a better person that I am because even after all of that, he still went into a burnt up house to look for Bobby and assure him that he deserves the new life he built for himself. That even though he'll never forgive the past, he at least respects where he is in the present...

Anyway -2 points for how Athena was acting with Amir.

Next up we have the Eddie and Christopher thing. While I'm sad that they're letting him leave to Texas with his grandparents, which I was so shocked about when they were at the door, I'm also glad that Eddie respects Chris's boundaries and wishes. He called Buck begging him to talk to Chris, and when he emphasized that he didn't want to break down the door to get to him, he wanted Chris to open the door to talk to him 👏👏👏👏👏 Fucking beautiful.

Also Buck, bless your heart, trying to help Christopher by inputting your own experiences with your own parents. It was sweet, but it took me out of the episode a bit with the whole "parents can make mistakes" because while that's true, comparing Eddie with Bucks parents felt wrong. Eddie has always been overprotective of Christopher but was always loving and caring and trying to make sure he had a normal life, and made one big mistake because of unresolved issues that he needs to go to therapy for. Bucks parents were just horrible people. Simple as that, sorry not sorry.

I will say though, after Eddie's whole "I don't want to force him to do anything" thing, and then when he says I love you but Christopher wouldn't look at him and he makes him look at him, I was a little put off. He was just saying he didn't want to force him to do anything and then he's forcing him to look at him when he didn't want to? What the heck? It's alright though, Eddie's speech afterwards made up for it so it gets a pass.

Speaking of passes, can we please be done with Marisol NoLastName now? I know she wasn't in this episode but we last saw her when she and Christopher walked in on Eddie hugging a woman who looked like his dead wife, can that please be the last time? I'm tired of her being brought up.

And speaking of people in the episode who I'm tired of being brought up, when are we getting rid of Tommy? I had exactly 2 posts talking about him during my liveblogging and neither of them were good. I've been very vocal about my dislike of Tommy, but he was so unnecessary this episode??? They were having a sincere talk about how Buck was worried about the fact that he almost lost Bobby, and that he was like the father he never had, talking about how they both had horrible dads, but Tommy denies having daddy issues himself and when asked if he thinks Buck has daddy issues, Tommy goes "I hope so"

?????

Oh yeah baby, I hope your father seriously neglected you so you have issues regarding him and male figures in general, along with having anxiety, abandonment issues, and toxic patterns so you'll be able to call me "Daddy" while we have sex!

It's a season finale. That was unnecessary. The audience didn't need to know right then and there that Tommy has a Daddy Kink. -2 points.

I know it's only one scene but I my hatred of it was strong enough to deduct an extra point.

🤮

ANYWAY TIME FOR A PALLET CLEANSER WITH MADDIE AND CHIMNEY FOSTERING MARA FOR KAREN AND HEN!!!!!! 💖😍💖😍💖😍😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍😍💖

Holy fuck I fucking love the Buckley-Hans. I thought they couldn't get any better AND THEN THEY DID!!!!! And honestly, that's on me for underestimating how amazing they are 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 It was miserable seeing Hen visit Mara and her having reverted back to being quiet for a bit before asking if she could go home with her and then the lady and security making Hen leave 😭😭😭😭😭 Again, fuck that councilwoman. I hope she gets her teeth kicked in and her face bashed with a rock. Thank FUCK for loopholes!!! Maddie and Chim heard their friends were having a problem, and without even being asked, they immediately went to see what they could do to help!!! They are fucking amazing. The Buckley-Hans invented love. I have nothing else to say 🥰💖🥰💖💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰

...is that everything? I think that's everything.

Final rating: 6/10

Thanks for sticking with me through this and I'll see y'all again next season! Tchau! 😘✨

[hyp3rf1xat3d-rac00n]

☆Rowley's Half Sibling☆

Includes:

☆~Rodrick x reader! Gender Neutral reader! Fluff!~☆

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Rodrick had to pick up his brother from Rowley's. Again. However, when he came to the door, neither Rowley or his parents were there. There was a kid that looked the same age as him, and they looked really fucking cool. "U-Um hi. I'm here to pick up Greg." He said. The kid nodded and went back in. "Rowley! Your friend's ride is here!" They shouted up the stairs. "Okay okay sib, he's coming!" Rowley yelled back. Rodrick was standing out there for like ten minutes and Greg still wasn't out there yet. "Rowley didn't you say he was coming like ten minutes ago?" They yelled after swallowing some of their monster energy drink. "Yeah he's just getting some stuff sib!" Rowley yelled back. "Ok!" They yelled back. Greg finally came a minute later and he got in the back of Rodrick's van. Rodrick couldn't sleep well that night. He was too busy thinking about that person who was at Rowley's house the other day.

The next day Rodrick couldn't pay attention in school, which was normal, but the reason why wasn't. He was still thinking about that kid. He should've asked for their name, or number, or hell, at least something! But he didn't. Then he saw them again. They were apparently in the same class. Rodrick moved over to them while the teacher wasn't paying attention. He wondered how he hasnt noticed them before, with them sitting close to him alreadly. He tapped on their shoulder. "H-Hey. What's your name?" Rodrick asked, hoping this wasn't too embarrassing. "Oh it's Y/N, I'm technically new, since because of my cousin not being able to deal with me anymore she had me move here and move in with my half-brother." They said. "Oh. Well I'm somewhat surprised, ya act nothing like him, at least from what I've seen alreadly." He said. "Just cause I'm related to him doesn't mean we're the same, Heffley." They said back. "Ah, yeah that makes sense." He said.

After school, he had to drive Greg to Rowley's again since he wanted to hang out with Rowley, but well really it was for more Mom Bucks, but in honesty he didn't mind. He would be getting to see that hot kid again. "Hey Rowley, do you mind if I go in for a minute when we get there? I want to see your hot sibling again." He said. "Uh sure." Rowley said. When they all got there, he wondered where they were, since they answered the door last time

"Hey Rowley, where's the bathroom here?" He asked. "Uh second floor and it should be second door on the right." Rowley said. "Kay." Rodrick said and raced up the stairs, accidentally finding more stairs. He realized he had the wrong door, and went to the right door, but he was curious. After he used the bathroom he decided to read the sign on the door. It said "caution. Evil spirits live here." Rodrick chuckled at that. He was wondering about the stairs though, and the faint music playing. He decided to ascend the stairs, and the music started getting louder.

It was loudest when he reached the top of the stairs. He then realized that this was their room. He started blushing a lot and froze in embarrassment. They could feel someone staring at them so they turned the music off. "Oh uh, hey Roddy, what ya doing here?" They asked. "I saw stairs and got curious." He blushed more at the nickname. "Ah that makes sense." They said. "Anyways since they'll be a while, wanna hang out?" They asked. "Sure!" He said. It ended up somehow with them in Rodrick's lap while they were listening to a Pierce The Veil album. Rodrick couldn't enjoy himself more in this moment. They leaned back and kissed Rodrick on the cheek. "I love you Roddy." They said. "I love you too babe." He said back, while smiling.

[halfagone]

hi, hello, big fan! literally all of your writing is so good and top tier and i love every second of anything of urs i've read. which the most recent thing i read was ur jason and danny big hero 6 story. and i was so excited bc i love big hero 6, and u served like u do every time. that voice recording from mech-Robin took me out into a puddle of my own tears.

that being said i had a potential scene stuck in my head after i read that and i need to make it ur problem so here (i love love sibling angst) :

(kinda playing on ur implied engineer/inventor jason and implied danny's weakness being electricity above a certain threshold):

danny' despite telling dick that he would do a last patrol to say good bye, does not actually do that. he can't. not after- he has jason's face. he calls himself the red hood apparently. murder, mob boss, assassin, call him whatever you want. danny knows jason and that- that's not words people use for jason.

danny knows all abt pple coming back. first hand. that- that was is jason. they fought a few times. danny tried to figure out what was going on. either red hood (bc hes not jason- not yet) is being extremely tight lipped, or he doesn't know wither.

this time had been like every other time this past week danny encountered red hood in jason's turf (it would always be jason's, danny was just taking care of it). they met on a roof top, or rather danny had intercepted him. dick had told him not to go, said red hood was too dangerous, no one knew how far he was capable to go, what he was capable of doing. (danny didn't have the words to tell dick who was under the hood). danny didn't listen.

danny could tell red hood was getting annoyed of him. he was being more and more drastic, trying to get in heavier hits. if danny wasn't already half-way dead, hood would've gotten him there himself by now.

so when hood turned to look at danny, almost expecting- ready for a fight- danny hadn't been surprised. they fought like the always did. hood tried to kill, danny tried to subdue- get through to him. you can't kill whats already dead.

but hood was trying getting as close as anyone had gotten. a weird metal rope rapped itself around danny's foot, and before he had the chance to go intangible and get rid of it, electricity spiked through it.

danny could handle regular electricity, wall circuits, random door nobs, chargers - he was fine.

this- this was not normal electricity.

danny couldn't stop the scream that came out of his mouth as he crumbled to the floor in pain. pain that he'd only ever felt once before- thought he would never feel again. after all you can only die once.

danny did have a way with breaking rules though.

"danny!" he heard dick yell for him.

"danny you're hurt. on a scale from 1-10 how much pain do you feel." robin came out from it's hiding spot danny had told it to stay in. he didn't want jason to make that connection. if he even remembered.

"fucking a thousand." he barley managed before everything went dark.

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dick knew he should've tried harder to stop him. should've known the kid would need more than a measly tracker. at least a comm, at least some good tech. not like they were short on funds. dick was suck a goddamn idiot to only realize that when he heard the most thought shattering scream of pain in his life.

"danny!" he screamed, not even thinking of code names.

"nightwing. what happened?" oracle asked in his ear.

he didn't have time to respond, only focusing on getting to danny as fast as he could. he's promised jason- god damit dick- you promised jason that u'd take the kid if smt happened to him. he would screwier dick if he had even known that he let danny go out vigilanting in crime ally of all places. unsupervised at that.

red hood towered over an unconscious but still withering in pain danny, crow bar in hand, ready to make the kill.

dick knew he couldn't get there in time. "danny!" he cried again, not feeling this helpless since his last circus act. oracle said something urgently, then b, but dick couldn't hear over the static in his own head.

red hood heard him that time. the crow bar inches away from danny's skull froze from what would've been a critical hit.

"danny?" he heard red hood's robotic voice echo from under the mask, but he didn't let the implied confusion deter him. he tackled him to the floor.

hood stayed there. watching dick as he untied the metal rope from danny's foot and called be to bring the batmobile and for someone to prep the medbay.

dick felt danny's pulse. it was light, feint, almost gone.

he could work with almost.

"danny." red hood said again, this time more sure of something.

there was something familar about the way he said that, but dick couldn't figure out why. (it sounded like jason) it didn't matter, because he would make sure danny never had to take on red hood again. not on his own.

he made a promise and he would keep it.

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sorry i didn't think it would be that long, but it was such a bad itch in my brain and i needed to get it out.

OH MY GOSH YOU USED THE LINE

Poor Dick, he's Trying™ so hard but you cannot save/solve everything 😔 But also I'm sure this was intentional but that very similar parallel to the Joker was Concerning. Still oh so angsty though, thank ye for that. This is why I shouldn't be allowed to write for Whumptober, and yes I'm still thinking about writing for Whumptober despite of that lol

But all this was inspired by "On a scale from 1-10?" asfhjdsgh

But you are right that fic was very emotional (it didn't help that I wasn't feeling the greatest at the time so I probably added some extra angst as a result lol) I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! It was very heavy so I know not a lot of people could/would read it, but to know that there are fans out there, that really did enjoy it 🥺 Thank you so much for sharing <3

[inkrabbit]

He came back wrong

Mary came back wrong.

You're not sure what happened. You got the text from them as they complained about their shift at the bar. They were on their last break and asked for you to meet them at the cemetery. They wanted you to bring food and hang out for a while. This wasn't unusual. Mary loved the cemetery, saying how peaceful it was. No one was ever out there. It was just the two of you and the silence.

But Mary never showed up. You waited at the usual spot for almost an hour, telling yourself that they would show up. You picked at the food you brought for yourself, eating bit by bit but not being able to eat the whole thing. It wasn't like Mary to just bail without saying anything.

You texted them several times, asking where they were, but they never responded. Only Delivered appeared underneath each text you sent, the messages getting progressively worried as time went on. You felt sick, and after you had been sitting there for an hour, you gathered your things and started to make your way to Mary's apartment.

No one answered the door when you knocked on it. You tried calling Mary's phone, but all it did was ring until it finally sent you to voicemail. You stopped leaving messages that consisted of you begging them to pick up and let you know they were okay. You felt sick as you continuously knocked on the door, calling their name.

One of their neighbors came out, looking at you with disdain. Mary lived on the second floor and their neighbor shook their head when you asked if they had seen your friend.

"No one's walked up these stairs ever since I got home," they told you. "I heard him leave, but he hasn't come back yet."

You felt worse but thanked them anyway. You left the apartment complex, phone in hand. You called their older brother, their parents, their friends. No one had even heard from them. Their parents acted like it didn't matter, and their friends tried to brush it off.

"You know how Mary can be," they all told you. "They'll show up eventually."

Their brother was the only one who worried, but even then, he wasn't much help. You both knew Mary hated going anywhere too far from the bar after their shift. They were always so tired.

But still, their brother reminded you that police wouldn't put in a missing person report until Mary had been gone for twenty-four hours. So you went home and curled up in bed, sobbing as your anxiety and fear for your friend took over.

The next evening, Mary turned up on your doorstep, a cheek-splitting grin on their dirty face. You pulled them into a tight hug, finally relieved that your friend was safe.

You should've known when they hugged you back. You should've known when they apologized for making you worry.

You should've known when you realized the look in their eyes was different.

They stayed the night with you, spooning you from behind. The relief was starting to fade, their new personality making your skin crawl. You wondered if they were like this to everyone else.

When they finally rolled over in their sleep, you slowly and carefully grabbed their phone from the table. Mary never kept it locked, and you were surprised to see the countless texts that hadn't been opened, all from friends and family. But the one that caught your eye was a message that was saved as a draft for you.

Woods behind cem

You knew that behind the cemetery was a small wooded area. Mary took the old trail from the bar to the cemetery whenever they felt like taking a shortcut. Your heart raced. Mary was on their way to you.

When morning came around, you got dressed and told a lie about having to be somewhere. You didn't know who was in your house. The person looked and sounded exactly like Mary, and they had their memories and manners, but that was the extent of it. And truth be told, you couldn't stand another second with this stranger.

So you rushed out of the house, sprinting down the street. You knew the trail. Mary showed it to you time and time again when you would hang out in the bar with them until their shift ended. Even if it was nothing, you had to check.

It took you a little bit, but you finally noticed it. The disturbed earth that was a little further off the trail. You didn't want to accept it, but you ran over anyway, falling to your knees and clawing at the dirt frantically. You uncovered their Morbid Angel shirt first, dirty nails hitting the cold flesh beneath the material. You moved up, digging the dirt back.

For once, Mary looked peaceful, their eyes closed and their head tilted to the side. They were a lot paler than normal, and their skin felt frozen underneath your hands as you tried to slap their cheek to wake them up. Your tears blinded you as a guttural scream tore through your throat. They lay limp as you tried desperately to wake them up.

Ultimately, you settled for laying overtop of them, holding them tightly as you sobbed. You blamed yourself. You should've hung out with them for the remainder of their shift. You should've surprised them like you were thinking about.

The sound of heavy footsteps only registers until the person is too close. You pick your head up at the last second, the glint of Mary's hunting knife being the only thing you properly see.

At least you knew why Mary didn't join you at the cemetery the other night.