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Come On, Eileen | Part Two

Eddie Munson x Eileen Mayfield (OC)

Summary: Eileen finds true friendship in Eddie, maybe even a bit more.

Warnings: Referenced/Implied sexual assault (past), Eileen shares a bit about her hatred for Billy. Includes lyrics from Clean, You All Over Me and I'd Lie by Taylor Swift. Men being pushy, Jason being a dick, slight homophobia, bullying, teasing, Virgin!Eddie, teasing, Angst, Max is a little shit, implied Sex

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Eddie stayed for pizza and helped them unpack some stuff, he even helped break down the moving boxes and trek them down to the trailer park's dumpster. Holding the flashlight for him, Eileen follows him down the winding path towards the entrance of the park. 

“Do you like living here?” She wonders, keeping her voice down in fear of getting a noise complaint on her first night there. 

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “The people here are pretty chill, you’ve gotta be a real shit head for anyone to put in a complaint.” 

“How many complaints do you have?” 

He laughs, “none. It may be shocking to you, but I’m only a nuisance at school.” 

“Hm, I’ll believe it when I see it,” she teases, bumping her elbow against his, and he shoves her back. “Hey.” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he bites back.

She scoffs, it was unbelievably easy to be with him. Teasing him was fun, the banter was amazing, and he wasn’t rude or physical or invasive… he was actually pretty wonderful. But she’d never let him know that. 

When they get to the dump site, he walks her through where everything goes, and what day it gets picked up and teaches her how to lock it back up to keep the raccoons out. He dusts his hands off on his jeans once he’s done and she realizes she hasn’t said a word, she’s just listened intently, watching his mouth move and soaking in his voice as it echoed around the fenced-off area before travelling into the dark forest. 

“Got that?” He notices too. 

She nods, “yep. Very informative. Thank you.” 

“You okay?” 

She nods, “tired, it’s been a long day… but I’m going to walk you home, still.” 

“Why thank you, how would I ever make it home alone?” He teases her, “after you,” he gestures forward, following her lead back up to their trailers in the back. 

“I have to give it to you… you are a lot different than I thought you’d be,” she admits, bumping elbows with him. 

“Most of us metal heads are total dork losers,” he bumps her back. “I’m sure the guys you knew in California were totally fake like billy. He just listened to the music… he didn’t listen to the words. He probably never knew how many lord of the rings references are actually in Metallicas songs?! He just heard the electric guitar and thought it made him seem badass.”

She nods in agreement, “he was such a dick… but I still can’t believe he’s dead. It’s weird.” 

“I could say something but I won’t,” he laughs to himself and covers his mouth. “Sorry, it’s so fucked.”

She stops and holds onto the sleeve of his jacket, making his stop too, “now you have to tell me.”

“I just can’t believe he died in a fire… when he’s, you know,” he doesn’t want to say it, he just puts his hands out and sighs. “Going to hell?” He whispers. 

Her jaw drops and an exasperated laugh falls out, “oh my god?” 

“I told you,” he shoved her slightly. “But it’s what I’ve been thinking.”

She scoffs and keeps walking, Eddie follows closely behind, silently because he doesn’t know what else to say without fucking everything up. She doesn’t mind the quiet, she listens to the sound of her shoes on the gravel and her deep breathing as she walks all the way to Eddie’s front door. 

“Did you still want my guitar?” He asks softly before opening the door. 

She nods, “if you’re okay with that?” 

“Yeah, of course!” He swings the door open and invites her inside. “Sorry for the mess, I didn’t think you’d end up back here.” 

She lets that slide… when was he thinking about her? Did he see her drive up and instantly think ‘that one is mine’ ?? Is that all she is to him? Fresh meat in a carnivorous town. But then he smiled at her, his eyes basically glistened as if he was prince charming of the haunted forest. 

She follows him from the door to his room, taking in all the little details of his life with his uncle. Hats hung on the wall in place of family photos, ashtrays where coasters should be, beer cans filling the recycling bin and laundry half done littering the hallway. It was a household with two men in it, that was for sure. 

In his room, he has 3 guitars. She spots them easily, one is hung on the wall, she’s beautiful thats for sure, the others are leaning against his dresser carefully. He picks up the acoustic and hands it to her, “here you go, let me just find my extra strings.” 

She holds the guitar with grace, holding the strap up, she ducks under and hands the guitar off her shoulders and starts playing. It doesn’t sound too bad, it needs a bit of tuning and those new strings will come in handy when she has the time to change them… till then, it’ll do. 

She takes a seat on the edge of his bed, he’s digging in the cabinet under his vinyl player, not paying attention at all. 

So she starts playing a song she wrote last year, “I lived, and I learned. Had you, got burned. Held out, and held on, God knows, too long. And wasted time, lost tears. Swore that I'd get out of here… but no amount of freedom gets you clean, I’ve still got you all over me.”

She plays out the instrumental, noticing how Eddie watches her with his jaw dropped. “You’re amazing?” 

“Thanks,” she shoots him a sweet smile, “no one’s heard that song before…” 

“Really?” He stands up, strings abandoned so he can sit beside her on the bed. “Why?” 

She shrugs, “it’s a little too personal… and it’s become a different song, anyway. I’m not sure which version I like more. You all over me, or clean…” 

“Can I hear some of clean?” 

She nods and takes a deep breath, “it’s better on piano and the opening isn’t done yet, but… yeah.”

She plays nervously, her strums getting angrier as she builds the courage to sing it. Playing most of the first chorus and second verse out before she begins.

“The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing. The rain came pouring down, When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe and by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.” 

Eddie doesn’t want to assume anything, but he knows there’s a deeper meaning than just getting caught in the rain, and not wanting to get wet. But he doesn’t push it, he lets her sing, he watches her intently and feels something deep inside of himself switch. 

“I think I’m finally clean,” she barely whispers as she finishes the song. Turning to look at him with a sad smile, “this is a nice guitar… thank you.” 

He clears his throat and sits up straight, “no problem, she deserves to be played…” he can't stop staring into her eyes. “You know, green is my favourite colour.”

She smiles softly, bashful in a sense, “thanks… I’m going to go,” she points at the door, “if that’s okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he stands and moves away from her, feeling awkward as all hell. “I’ll see you around?” 

She nods with a beautiful smile, “don’t be a stranger?” 

“Wouldn’t even think of it.” 

—

He gave her the guitar that night when she walked him home to his trailer, he hasn’t seen her much since then. 

It had been 4 days so far, he suspected they were settling in and unpacking boxes for the first few and didn’t want to bother them, now he just sits and waits by the window to see if she goes outside… because then he can find a convenient reason to go out and bump into her. 

He finally sees her in the late afternoon, she has a notebook in her hand and the guitar clinging to her back and a pen holding her hair in a bun. She walks out into the backfield where there’s a tree stump big enough for sitting and sets up her stuff. 

She sits cross-legged with the guitar in her lap, strumming away to her heart's content and he can't find it in his heart to interrupt. He could hear the song, but he couldn’t place it. He just listened and watched her. She would hum along every so often and then stop to scribble something down in her book and he knew she was writing. 

He wanted to know more, desperately. He wanted to learn all her secrets and hopes and wishes and dreams… he wanted to do anything and everything in his power to win her over to his good side. And he hoped to god that his bad side wasn’t too much to scare her away for good. 

He eventually heads outside and walks right over to her, she looks up at him with a playful yet pissed off smirk, “what d’you think you’re doing, Munson?” 

“I have a couch on my porch… you know, if you wanted to be more comfortable out here?” 

She rolls her eyes with a loving smile, “ask me what you really want from me, come on.” 

“Come sit with me?” He gives in easily. “Pick my brain, snoop through my room, get to know me? Please?” 

She sighs and starts to stand up, stretching out with her elbows cracking and a groan, “I hate being old.” 

“You’re not?” He laughs.

“I feel it,” she bumps into his side and he wraps an arm around her on instinct and she, surprisingly, lets it slide. 

He leads her to his trailer, up the porch stairs and into his bedroom, “welcome back to my lair.” 

“Is this the part where you murder me? Cause, it’s pretty stupid to do it where you live.”

“Would you really criticize your killer?” He shoots back with a smirk, loving how playful and free she felt with him. 

She nods, “I mean, it’s good for me if they’re stupid cause I could probably take them.” 

He loves the confidence. “Remind me not to fuck with you?” 

“Oh, I don’t plan on letting you forget,” she teases, walking right into his room and placing her guitar on his bed. “Did you clean on purpose?” 

“Is it that obvious?” 

She nods, “I was expecting the same as the other day… clothes everywhere, cigarette butts galore… the smell does linger, however.” 

“Just, don’t open the closet, okay?” 

It makes her laugh again, which was quickly becoming his favourite sound. He watched carefully as she walked around and looked at all of his posters and artwork. He had taped up his old concert tickets, he had posters from his own shows that he made with pencil crayons and cards from his nieces. 

“This is so cute,” she points at one of them. The scene set by the little girl shows Eddie, his big curly head of hair and his guitar, playing for two stick figures in pink dresses. It was adorable.

“It’s my favourite one,” he smiles. “I miss them, so much.” 

“How long has it been since you saw them?” 

He sighs as he thinks back, “almost a year? I was thinking about going sometime soon.” 

“You should before school starts up,” she encourages him. “It’s only like 2 hours away, right?” 

He nods, “you up for a road trip next week?” 

She shakes her head, “no thanks, I have a lot to do here.” 

“Fair,” he doesn’t take it to heart. It was a bit soon to spend that much time alone together. 

She takes a seat on his bed and moves her guitar to rest against the nightstand. Eddie comes to sit beside her, “I hope you don’t think I’m too much, I’ve been told that I am.”

“No, not at all,” she waves that thought away. “I’m just not used to knowing nice people.”

“I’m not used to people calling me nice?” He can’t believe it. 

She smiles ever so sweetly, her green eyes basically glowed with affection that he could feel corrupting his heart. “Then I’d say no one really knows you… or you really are just trying to get in my pants.”

“I mean,” he smirks, pretending he wouldn’t mind if the latter happened. “Is it working?”

She shoves him, “shut up.”

“It is,” he teases even further. “It’s okay… I get it. Every pretty girl has to crush on a weirdo at least once...”

 “Buddy, I find George Lucas sexy,” she bites back, making him realize she already has her weirdo quota filled. 

He dramatically falls off the end of the bed and does a backward somersault, “you wound me!” 

She can’t help but laugh at his playfulness, “I didn’t mean to… I just don’t even really know you, what if this is all one long con for me to trust you and then when I can’t leave it gets bad?”

He sits back up carefully and kneels beside the bed, “may I have your hand?” She gives it to him without a second thought, “I promise you, I could never and would never lay a hand on you. Friends or more… or less, even.”

She slides off the edge of the bed so she can sit on the floor with him, still holding his hand. “Who hurt you?” She whispers.

“No one,” he admits. “But I’ve seen some shit. And I love my mom too much to ever become the man who hurt her.”

She squeezes his hand for support, “it’s the worst knowing you can’t help, at least not as well as you want to help, when you’re that little. Like, I could hug her and I could get the peas out of the fridge for her eye, but I couldn’t tell her to leave him because we deserved better.”

“I wish I did something more,” he says it out loud for the first time ever. “But, I can’t. All I can do is be the good man she wanted me to become.”

“You don’t give off good kid vibes at first glance,” she nudges him with a smile. “But I get it, even the softest bread has a hard crust.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers. 

She nods, staring at his lips, making him nervous. 

“I always wished I could be soft with someone without feeling weak, I don’t know why it’s so easy with you?”

She hums, “maybe for the same reason that you’re the only man I’ve ever felt safe around. We’re meant to be friends.”

Friends. 

“Speaking of which, you’re going to like my friends if you like me,” he shares, feeling too vulnerable on the last topic, but still holding her hand. “Gareth, Kevin and Jeff, they’re also in my band.” 

“Mmm, corroded coffin,” she remembers which excites something in him. “Do you guys have originals or are you a cover band?” 

“A bit of both… but they’re not as lyrically driven as you.”  

“Can I hear one?” She whispers, “or do I need to go to a show to get the full experience?”

“You should,” he chickens out first but gives her the opportunity to postpone the offer. “I’m not as good without the guys.” 

“By any chance do you have a yearbook?” She asks, out of the blue. 

He shrugs, confused. “Why?” 

“So you can show me your friends and your enemies and any gossip you know,” she explains herself with a playful smirk. “I want to go in prepared next week.”

“Yeah, thats smart,” he has to let go of her hand to move and get the book, losing the warmth of her palm against his made his heart ache for her even more. 

He sits back down beside her on the floor at the foot of his bed and hands her the book, “this is from when I was supposed to graduate the first time…” 

“Why?” She hadn’t heard that story yet. 

“I got sick around Christmas with something and then missed a bunch of classes and couldn’t keep up with the work and no one cared… I was trying before that, just because I wasn’t good at everything, and just because I talked back, they didn’t care to help. But if someone like Jason got so much as a cold they’d send in someone to wipe his nose all day and do his work for him,” he ranted, holding in a lot of resentment. “Our school sucks, just a heads up.” 

She awkwardly chuckles, shocked a bit with how honest he is but she’s really upset on his behalf, “well, this year you’re going to graduate, I’m going to help you.” 

He’s going to hold her to that.

—

Being a good friend included driving Eileen and Maxine to school every morning. 

In doing so, he met Max’s boyfriend Lucas and his best friends Mike and Dustin. He even invited them all to the Hellfire table at lunch, learning that the young boys were DND aficionados too. Even Max had her own made up position in their old party. 

Eileen is quiet at lunch, sitting with her brown paper bag, right beside Eddie, all but hanging off him as she gets used to the new environment. He swings an arm around her and rubs her back gently, “you okay? You’re not eating?” 

She nods, “I’m just not hungry… anxious, I guess,” she keeps her voice low and between them. 

“I promise, I’m the only one at this table that bites,” he fakes a snarl and chomps his teeth together at her, making her jump and giggle as she moves away from him. 

Unbeknownst to him, Jason Carver was passing by as he did that. “Hey, freak, leave her alone.” 

“Excuse me?” She turns to Jason first, “did you not just hear me laughing? I’m fine.” 

“Doesn’t stop him from being a freak,” he scoffs. 

“Damn, you’re crushing on him so hard,” she teases Jason, making Eddie cackle and smack his hand off the table. 

“What the fuck did you say?” 

She stands in front of Jason, chest puffed to match his ‘manly-man’ demeanour. This shocks Eddie to his core and turns him on more than he was willing to ever admit.

“The only reason you’d go out of your way to pick on someone who’s done nothing to you, an older, much more dangerous man at that, is because you want him,” she explains completely seriously and loud enough for the crowd of students to hear. 

“So unless you want to confess your undying love for Eddie, I’d suggest leaving all these boys alone or it’s going to start looking like you just want an excuse to touch boys and get all up in their faces… is that what you do it for?” 

“Ooooooooooooo!” The whole cafeteria reacts. 

She licks her lips as her smirk grows, Jasons face drops along with his shoulders. He crumples, shrinking in front of her and letting her win. 

She puts her hand out between them, “I’m Eileen by the way…”

He doesn’t shake her hand he just runs away. 

Eileen turns to the rest of the kids in the cafeteria with a smile, she pushes her long curly red hair out of her face and raises a brow. “Now, who else wants to be psychoanalyzed for who they choose to bully?” 

They’re completely silent. 

“Think about it before you open your mouth next time.” 

She takes a seat beside Eddie again and turns to the boys, “turns out I bite too,” she shrugs like it’s nothing. 

They all jump to their feet and cheer, yelling about how cool that was and how much they love having her in the group. Max loved it too, only slightly embarrassed but used to it. Both Eileen and Billy had problems with authority, which is why they also had problems with each other. 

“You didn’t need to do that,” Eddie adds after the rest of them calm down. The rest of the Cafeteria had picked back up with their own conversations, returning the loud volume that hid the loving tone in his voice. “But thank you.” 

She’s feeling crazy like she could do anything, and so she wraps her arm around him and leans her head on his shoulder for a moment. It’s a weird half hug, she’s never shown someone that much affection in public, Eddie has no idea how special he is to her. 

—

After that scene in the cafeteria, She’s now known as the psycho anal-ist… mostly by the basketball boys but she didn’t care. 

She knew that she was going to bite someones head off at some point, she just never expected to do it for Eddie… something in Jasons tone, something about him being a perfect little blonde boy who everyone thought could do no wrong made her even angrier, because of fucking course this was the kind of kid that had a problem with Eddie. 

Sweet, soft, kind, and wonderful Eddie. 

He was far from a freak. If anything, the god-fearing Aryan frontman was the freak… if only he knew blue eyes were a result of his ancestor's inbreeding. 

She’s overthinking the fight in her head, thinking of other words she could’ve used and different scenarios going down, so close to talking to herself in the hallway between 3rd and 4th period. She lights right up when she notices Eddie leaning against her locker with a smile. 

“I was just thinking about you,” she admits. 

His brows raise, “what kinda thoughts?” 

She shoves him lightly and hands him her books so she can focus on her combo, “I was wondering if you’d mind driving me to the grocery store after school?” 

“After that stunt, you pulled in the cafeteria today?” 

Her heart drops, and suddenly, she turns to him with so much fear in her eyes, “I’m so sorry if—

“No, no,” he stops her before she gets too far. “I was kidding, I’ll do anything for you, that was so cool. No one has ever stood up to him like that or defended me before. You made history, on your first day no less.”

She can’t stop smiling at him, “you’re the only one who liked it…”

“Loved it,” he corrects her. “It was nice seeing Jason run away crying for once.” 

She takes her books from him and shoves them in the bottom of her locker. “I have a spare now, what do you have?” 

“Parenting… but I think I’m going t drop it, I really don’t want to bring home a bag of sugar and pretend it's a baby for a week,” he complains. “I mean, come on, if I wanted to watch some babies I’d go to my sisters.” 

She laughs, “I think Max is going to watch Lucas try out for football… so did you want to ditch now and go to the store?” 

He nods, “yeah, I just have to go grab my things from my locker, I can meet you at the van in 5?” 

“Sounds good,” she gives him a fist bump and then he’s off, walking backwards and bumping into people while he waves her off. What a menace. 

She packs her things and heads towards the exit doors when the principal steps out in front of her. “Miss Mayfield… how’s your first day treating you?” 

She takes a deep breath, ready to get in trouble already, “good, I’m on my way home to make dinner for my mom and sister now… if that’s okay?” 

“It’s fine, I was just wondering—“ he stops her before she can keep walking away by grabbing her arm. She pulls away and gives him a glare. 

“Wondering doesn’t involve physical contact,” she spits back at him. “If this is about me snapping at that Carver kid in the cafeteria, don’t worry, I plan on snapping at all men who think they have control over me, or the nerds, or the freshman. So, either you can handle the bullying and the harassment at this school, or I will.” 

“I can take away your privileges, I only let you come here for this extra year because I felt bad for your family,” he reminds her. “So if I was you, I’d keep my mouth shut unless I was called upon in class. Got it?” 

She drops her shoulders with a huff, crossing her arms as she shakes her head, “can I go now?” 

He doesn’t say anything he just extends his arm towards the exit, allowing her to continue on. 

She marches towards the back parking lot in a huff. Anger than ever that someone would snitch on her for sticking up for literally anyone. Hawkins High was a shit hole, all she was trying to do is unclog all the nonsense, and if that included taking their basketball star down a peg, so be it. 

“What’s up?” Eddie motions to her as he walks closer. “You look like you’re ready to fight someone?” 

“Principal Coleman wants me to stop speaking my mind,” she smiles at him, exaggerating a fake sweetness that made her want to go insane.  “Apparently I should be grateful to be here and not a menace to the basketball team.” 

“Fuck that guy,” he places his hand on her shoulder and rubs her arm gently. Such a contrast to the force she was just grabbed with. 

“He tugged on my arm,” she whispers up at him, “it was so uncomfortable… I just gave in.” 

A fire builds behind his eyes, “you want me to go in there and kick his ass? I’ll get expelled, I don’t give a fuck.”

She shakes her head, managing to laugh a bit, “no, but thank you. Let’s just go get some groceries… I want to make something homemade for once.” 

“What’s on the menu?” He asks as he takes her bag from her and unlocks her door so she can get in. 

She shrugs, hopping up and into the seat and taking her bag back from him. “Whatever I can get for 20 bucks.” 

—

For the first time in his life, he helped make a homemade dinner, basically from scratch. Shake and bake chicken done in the oven, fresh broccoli and corn on the cob, they even made some potato salad. It was easy moving around the kitchen with Eileen, it was so nice getting to set the dining table and eat with Max while an extra plate waited in the fridge for Susan to come home. 

He even offered to do the dishes. He took all his rings, bracelets and his watch off, placing them on the window sill before filling up the sink and gathering up all that needed to be washed while Eileen wrapped the leftovers up.

“Do you think Wayne brought dinner for himself tonight?” 

“To the plant?” Eddie makes sure he’s following along, up to his elbows in dishwater currently and focusing more on not breaking the plates. “Probably not.”

“We could bring him some?” She offers, showing Eddie the full meal left over on the plate wrapped in cellophane wrap. 

“He’d really like that,” his heart fills with love. “I’ll take you once we’re done here… do you think Max would want to go get ice cream after?” 

“I know I would,” she smiles and puts the plate down. 

She makes her way up behind him, she brushes his hair back gently before her arms wrap around his biceps and interlocks her fingers over his chest. She rests her chin on his shoulders and watches him scrub the same plate over and over, never wanting the moment to end. He’s never had casual affection like this. He never thought he liked it. 

“I think it’s clean,” she whispers, teasing him with a cute giggle he can feel against his back. 

He rinses it off and places it on the drying rack, quickly moving on to the next dish as if nothing happened. She was still hanging onto him. 

“I really like playing house with you,” she admits, squeezing him just a bit tighter. 

He can’t help the smile on his face, which makes her smile in return. He was falling for her so god-damn quick it was actually insane… this feeling in his chest matched the feeling he had just before he jumped off the bridge at lovers lake. If he was going to fall anyway, he might as well jump in and enjoy it. 

With wet hands he turns around in her grip and hugs her back, wrapped around her middle, making the back of her shirt wet but neither of them cared. It was a long-awaited hug on both parts, Eddie hasn’t really been hugged since he saw his sister last, Eileen only gave half-assed hugs when she had to… nothing like this. They soaked it in and held each other tightly, cheek to cheek, chest to chest, home. 

—

Sharing a room with max wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it meant that she wasn’t able to play her guitar all night long anymore. Well, Eddie’s guitar that she was using for the time being… She was so happy to have one again, she couldn’t believe he was kind enough to actually let her keep it if she wanted to. 

Most nights since she moved to Hawkins, she’s stopped playing around 9 so that Max can focus on her work and then head to sleep. Tonight, however, she can’t stop playing as she works out a song that’s definitely not about the cute boy across the road. She sat cross-legged on her bed with her guitar in her lap and notebook spread open in front of her, humming the words so Max wouldn’t know anything. 

“I thought you said you didn’t like him?” Max teases her from her bed, placing her math textbook down and giving her sister a pointed look. 

“What? She worries that the lyrics slipped past her lips instead of just staying in her head. 

“I saw you go into his trailer last week and now you go over almost every night… and you were cuddling in the kitchen on Monday?”

“Oh, he just wanted to play together,” she lies, not realizing how it sounds. 

“Ew?”

“Guitar! Oh my god, we played guitar together at his place,” she assures her. “And then we talked a lot, he’s like an open book with me, we have similar childhoods, so it’s easy to talk to him.”

“It’s nice to see you happy,” max shoots her a smile. “Is the song about him?”

She blushes a little and nods, “it’s stupid.”

“Can I hear it?” She looks at her with her perfectly crafted puppy dog eyes, begging silently. 

She sighs and starts to strum the same melody as before. 

“I don’t think this passenger seat, has ever looked this good till me… tells me about his life, and I could the colours in his eyes. 

He’ll never fall in love he swears as he runs his fingers through his hair, I’m laughing cause I hope he’s wrong. 

And I don’t think it ever crossed his mind he tells a joke, I fake a smile, cause I know all his favourite songs. 

Yes, I could tell you, his favourite colours green, he loves to argue, born on the seventeenth. His sister’s beautiful, he has his fathers eyes, and if you ask me if I love him… I’d lie.” 

She stops playing then, embarrassed to let something so insanely personal slip out in front of her sister. 

Max stares at her with wide eyes and a open mouth, never hearing her sister be that honest and real about a boy before. “Dude… it’s been like 3 weeks since you met?”

“It’s a song, I’m embellishing it,” she lies. She did feel that way for him already, max would never understand, “if I want to be famous, I need to sing about boys like this… people can relate to having a crush on their friend.”

“Do you?”

She shrugs, “don’t know. He’s really cool, and he’s nice to me. But,” she takes a deep breath and sighs. “I’m not sure what these feelings are. A week apart will do us good.”

“You’re going to ignore him again?”

“No, he told me he’s going to be busy planning this semester's Dungeons and Dragons camping and changing the setlist with his band, and I have homework and the housekeeping and you…”

“I’m a big kid, you don’t need to babysit me.”

“I know,” she sighs and gives in. There weren’t any more excuses she could use that made sense. “I just can’t spend that much time alone with him or I’m going to tell him everything.”

“I felt like that about Lucas,” Max admits. “He was such a dork at first but then it got really cute and now i can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

“Eddie’s so weird,” she fawns over him slightly. “But he’s very nice to me and I trust him?” 

“Damn,” Max is really blown away. “So, why are you still over here?” 

“What?” She laughs awkwardly. 

“Moms drunk as fuck on the couch, I’m about to go to bed and he’s all alone over there…” she points out the window at Eddies trailer. His uncle isn’t there, and the only light on is dim and orange in Eddies bedroom. 

“Then he’ll think I want to sleep with him,” she whispers because then it doesn’t count as telling her sister about her sex life. “I keep teasing him about only being nice to get in my pants, I can’t let him know I wouldn’t mind?” 

“Please go get laid,” Max lays it out plain and simple. “Come on, Eileen, do something for yourself for once.” 

“That song has really ruined my life,” she cant help but laugh. “I don’t want to do anything to ruin the friendship… if it happens one day, so be it. But right now, I like being his best friend.”  

“So be his best friend at his place,” Max suggests again. 

“Why do you want me gone so bad?” 

“I want a night alone,” she admits. “I haven’t been able to just put my headphones in and cry in peace since you got here, I’m afraid of making you worry but I need a night where I just cry till I sleep, I need to get it out.” 

“Oh,” it breaks her heart to hear but she’s glad she at least said something. “Yeah, let me just grab somethings for tomorrow and I’ll see if I can sleep on his couch tonight.” 

“Thank you,” she sighs, like the biggest obstacle had been moved out of her way finally. 

Eileen is nervous, she doesn’t know if he’d even want to see her some more or if it’s too much to ask on a school night, but neither of them really had class until second period anyway… she shoves her things into her bag and writes Eddies phone number down on a piece of paper, “call me if you need me?” 

She nods, “thanks again, really.” 

“Anytime,” she places her hand on Max’s head and messes up her frizzy red hair, “you should probably take the bus tomorrow, Eddie doesn’t go to first period most days.” 

“Okay,” she gives her a smirk. “Be safe.” 

“Always,” she teases back, grabbing her guitar by the neck she slips out the door and tiptoes through the main room. 

She makes sure her mom doesn’t wake up when the porch door closes and then runs across the gravel street in just her socks. She goes up the stairs to the side door, the one right near his room and she knocks lightly. 

He answers within seconds, “running away?” He teases through the screen door. 

She shakes her head. “Max asked if she could be alone tonight and I was wondering if I could sleep over here?” 

He looks at her like she’s lost her mind, “like, in my bed?” 

“No!” She’s almost loud enough to wake the whole park. “No, like on the couch.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” he opens the door and lets her inside. “Something going on with Max?” 

She shakes her head, “no, she just hasn’t cried in a while and she wants to spend the night crying instead of listening to me play.” 

“Ah,” he understands. “I was actually getting ready for bed myself…” 

“I’m so sorry,” she feels like a complete inconvenience.

“Don’t be,” he takes the guitar from her and places it near his dresser while she puts her bag on the floor by his bed. “It’s nice to spend more time with you.” 

He comes back to her, closer than before, she takes both his hands in hers and steps in so their chests are touching, “would it be weird if I did sleep in your bed with you?” 

He shakes his head, “I’ve been told I’m a restless sleeper.” 

“By who?” She doesn’t mean to laugh at him, but she also doesn’t think he’s had many girlfriends. 

“Gareth and I shared the mattress in my van at a festival last year, worst mistake of my life,” he rolls his eyes. “It was hot, I was higher than I’ve ever been before, of course, I was snoring?” 

It makes her shake her head with so much love coursing through her veins, “you’re such a dork.” 

He nods, “that is correct. But you know what they say about us dorks…” 

“Virgins till you’re 40?” She beats him to whatever sex joke he was about to make. “It’s okay ed, one day someone will take enough pity on you.” 

“You’re mean,” he fakes a pout. 

“Are you serious?” She lowers her voice, this was a sensitive topic. “I had no idea, I’m sorry.” 

He nods, “it’s really hard to find someone to do that with when you have a reputation for being a blood-sacrificing freak.” 

“So that’s where all the blood I give you goes?” 

He wraps her up in a full hug and picks her up to take her to bed, “I can’t sacrifice non-virgins, sorry.” 

She doesn’t protest, she simply gets comfortable in bed with him once they’re both on the mattress… and by getting comfortable she lays her head on his chest, wraps an arm around his middle and hitches her leg over him. She snuggles in, he rubs her back gently with one hand and holds her hand on his stomach with the other. 

“I kinda wish I was still a virgin,” she whispers, letting even more of her truth come out to him. More than anyone else in her whole world will ever know. “Something happened to me a few years ago and then I thought I could get over it by having a lot of sex and it didn’t help at all…” 

“But you’re clean now?” He remembers her song from last week, understanding the message more than she expected him to. 

She nods with a sniffle, letting the tears slip down onto his sleep shirt, “and he’s dead so it can’t ever happen again.” 

He’s oddly silent. His breathing is heavy, his chest rises and falls over and over and it kills her to not know what he’s thinking. She couldn’t dare look up at him, she was so scared of his reaction, it was the exact reason why she didn’t talk about it with anyone. 

“I don’t feel bad about my joke anymore,” he finally whispers and she lets out a deep breath she didn’t even know she was holding, replacing it with sobs. She sits up to look at him, wanting a hug, but instead, she sees him struggling to hold back his own tears. “There’s a lot I could say right now, but I’m just going to hug you if that’s alright?” 

She nods and falls into his chest, accepting his hug with open arms, she rests against him uncomfortably at first before she just gives in. Straddling his hips, she sits in his lap with her arms around him, head on his shoulder, not ever wanting to let go. 

They stay like that for a while until Eddie starts to chuckle, “what?” She whispers, not ready to move. 

“Max lied to you…” 

She didn’t know what he was talking about, only because she wasn’t looking out the window like Eddie was. He could see her trailer, the side that her room was on, the one she shared with Max. She sits up and looks at him with total confusion, “huh?” 

He points out the window, “Sinclair is crawling through your window right now.” 

Her head whips around like a boomerang, “that little shit!” She gets off eddies bed and runs out to the phone in the main room, dialling the number to her trailer instantly. 

It rings and rings and then Max finally picks up, “what do you want?” She answers rudely. “Do you know what time it is?” 

“Yeah and it’s a school night so boys shouldn’t be in your fucking room!” Eileen yells at her. “What the fuck are you thinking?” 

Max doesn’t answer she just hangs up, making Eileen gasp, “she did not just hang up on me!” She slams the phone back on the holder and starts to leave, but Eddie takes her hand in his. 

“Hey, hey,” he pulls her back into him and soothes his hands down her arms. “It’s bound to happen at some point, if they went this far to plan him coming over, I’m sure they’re smart enough to be safe. And if not, I can go toss some condoms through the window just in case.” 

“She’s my baby sister,” she can’t even believe what he was suggesting. 

“Would you rather her be safe with her high school sweetheart or—“ he cuts himself off before he could say any other options. “Face it, Sinclair is the best option she has.” 

“You know at first she told me to come over here to get laid cause I guess she thinks I’m not relaxed enough?” She manages to laugh, “am I that uptight?” 

“I’d love to know how tight you are,” his eyes roll back into his head while he basically purrs, “sorry, that was inappropriate.” 

She laughs, her hands which once rested on his back start to make their way lower as she pulls him in closer, “we could play the dirty version of house now?” 

“Don’t joke,” he gets completely serious. “It’s not funny.” 

“Okay, then I won’t have sex with you,” she lets go of him and starts to walk back over to his bed to grab her backpack from the floor. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.” 

“You’re being serious?” He’s completely gob-smacked, “I was kidding, I can’t do that to you? After everything you told me, I can’t just use you to lose my virginity.” 

“It wouldn’t be using me if I actually want to sleep with you?” She bites back. “If we’re this comfortable together, and this affectionate towards one another, imagine how good the sex would be?” 

“I have,” he admits and then shakes his head, gripping the bridge of his nose, “would you hate me if I said no?” 

“Course not, I’d just be a little hurt?” She gets defensive. “I’m basically throwing myself at you—”

“After just telling me you used sex to cope with something awful that happened, how is that supposed to make me feel?” He pushes back. “It’s not good, that’s for sure.”

“It wouldn’t be like that,” she carefully steps towards him, placing her hand on his chest as she looks up into his deep brown eyes. Remembering what he said the first day they met, how green was his favourite colour. Part other wondered if that was a new discovery or a secret no one knew, and wouldn’t guess, black seemed like the most logical answer… “can I play you a song?” 

“Sure?” He doesn’t know how she can just take such a hard left turn in most of their conversations like that. 

She grabs the guitar once again and sits on his bed with a deep breath. It was going to be terrifying but she had to do it. Strumming carefully, she starts her new song that was all about him.

“I don’t think this passenger seat, has ever looked this good till me… tells me about his life, and I count the colours in his eyes. 

He’ll never fall in love he swears as he runs his fingers through his hair, I’m laughing cause I hope he’s wrong. 

And I don’t think it ever crossed his mind he tells a joke, I fake a smile, but I know all his favourite songs. 

And I could tell you, his favourite colours green, he loves to argue, born on the seventeenth. His sisters beautiful, he has his fathers eyes, and if you ask me if I love him… I’d lie.

It's the way their eyes meet after that, he drops to his knees in front of her, in absolute awe over the fact he was the person she was singing about. A long-time dream of his to be the focal point of a song, a good song at that, one about love and friendship and being an idiot… that was all for him. 

He’s gobsmacked as he watches on, and she can’t help but smile slightly as she enters the next verse. 

“He looks around the room, innocently overlooks the truth. Shouldn’t a light go on? And doesn’t he know that I’ve had him memorized for so long?”

She sings right to him, staring into his eyes, making sure he knows just how much she feels about him.

“He sees everything back and white never let anyone see him cry. I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine!”

I could tell you, his favourite colours green, he loves to argue, born on the seventeenth. His sisters beautiful, he has his fathers eyes, and if you ask me if I love him… I’d lie.”

She plays more intensely, enjoying herself, no longer scared because she knows he feels it too. She strums away, adding 3 intense ones before the bridge, where her voice drops, low and sweet. 

“He stands there then walks away my god if I could only say, I’m holding every breath for you… 

He’d never tell you, but he can play guitar, I think he can see through, everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up, is my god, he’s beautiful so I put on my makeup and prey for a miracle. 

Yes I could tell you, his favourite colours green, he loves to argue, oh, and he kills me! His sister’s beautiful, he has his fathers eyes, and if you ask me if I loved him… 

but if you asked him if he loves me…. He’d lie.” 

“Not anymore,” he takes the guitar and places it on the floor and lunges for her lips. 

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6 degrees of everything

"I trust you Asmodeus. And if you think they can protect me, please, send me with your friends." MC sounds more confident than they feel, but Asmo is great at reading people. If he believes that his followers would be more loyal to him than Diavolo, MC was willing to to take that chance. Maybe if they heard what happened, MC would have a few more people on their side.

Asmo wastes no time in sending out a message to his circles. He passes a duffle bag to MC and they shuffle around as fast as they can to prepare their go bag.

It takes longer than he'd like, but his event planner background comes in handy as Asmo coordinates 20 of his friends to house MC for the foreseeable future. Like divorced parents planning visitation, MC would be with this first friend for a week, then with the next friend for another week. Every 2 weeks, a random friend would be in charge of MC's safety for the weekend, just to throw off anyone that might be tracking MC's movements.

Elaborate? Yes.

Convoluted? Most definitley.

Safe? ... As safe as it can be.

Asmo and MC take dark alleyways and winding corners to meet the first friend MC would be staying with, head turned down and jacket collars popped up. While they wait for his friend he picks at their outfit, trying to smooth out non-existent wrinkles and push back any fly away hairs.

"You don't have to worry about being on good behavior or always looking your best, they know better than to mess with you." Asmo's sure of it, that's why his list of 150 loyal followers had been whittled down to 20. They had to keep MC safe, keep it secret, and not do more psychological damage than Diavolo could have done physically.

"Between death and high school level bullying, I think I'll take death," MC nudges Asmo, an attempt to calm their nerves. Asmo gives them a quick rundown of each of his friends and what to expect, how to stay on their good side, and the best makeup adjustments to hide their features if they had to leave the house which was an extreme last resort. They weren't waiting around for too long before Asmo's friends showed up- a lolita necromancer and a succubus who was a teaching assistant at RAD. They brought another large coat and hat for MC to switch into, and once they were ready Asmo and the succubus left in one direction with the necromancer leading MC the opposite direction.

The necromancer rushes MC home and starts asking about their injuries. Asmo had told all of the people involved that Diavolo had attacked MC, but not the reason why. Not that it matters, as a nurse her first priority was to make sure MC was healthy. As Asmo's friend, her second priority is to keep MC safe for the time being.

"If you were any worse off, I think I'd rather kill you and do a full revive," the necromancer laughs. "It would take half the magic and a third of the time." MC's too nervous to ease up just yet, but feeling the soreness leave and the bruises fade to a pale yellow did a lot to improve their mood.

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It's been a week since MC arrived at Jenit's -the necromancer- house, and they were getting ready to be handed off to the next friend. MC was washing the rest of their clothes and Jenit was cooking a few meals for them to take.

The first 3 days had been stormy, hail so large that the roof had been damaged and started to leak. Other than that, the days had been uneventful and MC has enjoyed getting to know Asmo's friend. They were nervous to start again, but excited to get some fresh air. MC hadn't been allowed to open the window the entire week- just in case someone might spot them and report to Lord Diavolo.

There's a knock on the door at 3 pm right on the dot- Asmo's friends are surprisingly punctual. Jenit goes downstairs to open the door and MC continues to fold their clothes- until a vase is smashed onto the floor.

"Oh my!" Jenit's voice warbled, high pitch carrying up the stairs. "My liege, to what do I owe the pleasure?" MC stops and drops into a crouch, trying to hear through the floorboards.

"Invite you in? Could we speak outside, I wouldn't want the low ceiling to bother you. Not to mention my home isn't very presentable at the moment, I'm conducting an experiment-"Jenit's stops mid sentence and MC strains to hear more.

"That makes forty-nine. You'll have the honor of being number fifty." Diavolo stands in the doorway, blocking MC in, sleeves rolled up and hands covered in a dark purple goo. He watches with indifference as MC runs to the only other exit in the room- a window. "Asmodeus is such a popular figure, I really thought we'd have to go through every citizen in the Devildom to find you. It's really a great thing that Asmodeus only follows back about a hundred people, I wouldn't want to end this school year with only thirty students."

MC prys at the window and when it won't budge, tries to break it with their fist. They see Asmo, Mammon and Satan just beyond the wrought iron fence, on the street below them, Barbatos holding them all chained in a crouch. Their yelling is muffled through the glass, and before MC figures out their next move they are being pressed up against the window.

"I thought Mammon might have snuck you out at first, or perhaps Satan." Diavolo's grip on MC's shoulder pushed them forward, smashing their face against the glass. "But they don't have the influence that Asmodeus does. And of course, only one of them was late to the meeting last week."

It was faster than expected, MC had lost nights of sleep to the thought of drawn out pain and medieval torture chambers. Instead, Diavolo broke the window with MC's face and threw them full force out of the window- straight on to the spiked fence. MC landed across 5 spikes- through their hand, arm, chest, stomach and leg. Half of their body flopped to the side, forcing MC to face the street. The brothers fought against their chains, watching MC's pathetic struggle to lift themselves off the spikes. It isn't long before MC loses their strength, letting their muscles tear and pull as the spikes pinned them to the fence. Diavolo walks out of the house, watching MC's feeble last moments with distaste.

MC leaves with a whisper, the brothers growing quiet in the final moments when they finally accept that their efforts are useless. There is no time to mourn in the present as Diavolo walks up to them and lifts Asmodeus out the chains, holding him by the scruff of his neck a good 3 feet off the ground.

"Now what shall we do with you?"

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985,499 days

23 hours

and 50 minutes.

Lucifer had been counting down the minutes, making sure to be awake early on this day in case Lord Diavolo happened to "forget". He arrived on the doorsteps of the castle with 10 minutes to spare. He would have arrived earlier in the day but it had taken 2 hours to convince the rest of his brothers that he should go to the castle alone. They had no way of knowing what state Asmo would be in when he came out and they didn't want to overwhelm him. It brought him some comfort to know that they had an entire medical team waiting for Asmo back at the house of lamentation, but every worse case scenario was running through Lucifer's head. The door opened to reveal Barbatos, as calm as ever.

"Good afternoon Lucifer. The young master isn't expecting you, do you have some business with me?" Lucifer could strangle Barbatos in this moment, wanting to wipe that smug grin off his face.

"I'm here to pick up Asmodeus," Lucifer says through grit teeth. "I hope he hasn't caused you too much trouble." Of all the years he's had to play the respectable bureaucrat, this was the most irritating situation he's been in. Barbatos allows him in and leads Lucifer through endless dark and winding hallways.

Barbatos walked at an infuriatingly leisurely pace- Lucifer would have dragged him along by the ankle if he knew where Asmo was being kept. He expected to go further down in the castle, maybe the dungeons or the labyrinth where Henry #1 lived. Instead, Barbatos stopped in front of a small wooden door at the end of a hallway with Barbatos' sealing magic locking the door. He undid the seal and stepped back, letting Lucifer open the door himself.

"Hello? Who's there?" a raspy voice called out. Lucifer can't respond, taking in the scene around him. The room was pitch black, with a circle of bright white light in the center, rings of wood and webs surrounding the light. There's a crunch underfoot as Lucifer steps closer- glass. The rings around the light were hundreds of mirrors, now shattered to little more than dust and dried blood on splinters. The webs were strings, only the smallest of mirror shards still clung to the rope. And curling out of a little ball from the middle, was Asmodeus.

Lucifer kneels down to his brother who tries to pull away, too weak to even whine. Lucifer took his gloves off and was as gentle as he could be, pushing the long matted strands away from Asmo's face. Asmo's hands came up to stop his wrists- nails chewed to nubs, glass remained under healed scabs. But Lucifer couldn't look away from Asmo's face.

Papery and gaunt, Asmo's cheeks were hollow and Lucifer would swear he could see bone under the skin. Lucifer ran his fingers over the dried streams of blood on Asmo's cheeks, leading right up to where his eyes should be. "Asmodeus?"

"Lucifer, is that you?" When Asmo realizes he's not in danger, he shakes so hard that he falls into Lucifer's arms. "Can I come home now?"

#Ending 14: Truest Beauty #om cyoa #word count: 1709

[hollandorks]

Chapter 29!!! I am ready to sift through 7324 words!!! Bring it on! *attempts to chug my orange juice but the glass is apparently now empty*

“I’m sorry,” Alfred said. The man was crying.

ALFRED—

The poor man just wanted to protect his surrogate son! He must feel horrible. He probably thought he's failed Bruce and that's just so heartbreaking. Alfred is gonna have to talk about more than just Bruce and the reader in therapy now

Bruce headed for the Batmobile. Had she come up with that name, or had he? He couldn’t remember. She had been calling it that, though, so he called it that too. Found it endearing.

Isn't that just a moment?

I feel like that really speaks to the human experience, particular about any sort of grief. Like my mom just flew out last night, but I remember going back to my apartment after helping her into her Lyft to the airport and I had a minor freak out because I just saw her everywhere (it didn't help that she literally rearranged my entire apartment)

It's just a thing. After someone who was so present in your life is no longer there, for whatever reason, you see remnants of them in your physical space more than you saw when they were. Like you're so busy by the fact that they're present, you don't notice how they changed names for what you called things and how you went with it, how they moved an object from point A to point B. Little fingerprints of where they once were just become way more visible. So, Bruce freaking out and tossing everything around? Perfect sense. He doesn't want to think about her strongly-felt absence, so it's easier to move everything around and make a mess than come to face things that they moved. You replace their fingerprints with your own.

Also, he's just pissed off. He was forced to kill her and, in that moment, he thought he actually had. He doesn't want to kill anyone, much less her, and the one time that he (thinks) does, it wasn't even his choice.

Rather, he was slumped head-first onto the bed she was on. Limp with sleep. Her hand in his. Even in sleep, his grip was strong. 

Bruce please—

The grip to make sure she's still there even when he's asleep.

Killing me.

His whole body shuddered. He pressed her knuckles to his cheek with a soft moan. Turned his head away as a tear slipped from one eye and then the next. 

BRUCE WAYNE NEEDS A HUG

HE NEEDS MANY HUGS

Good lord, someone help him.

Alfred laughed. Bruce stopped. Tilted his head towards them but didn’t turn. He looked kind of nice with an almost-beard, she thought. “Oh, she’s going to be fine for sure,” Alfred said with another laugh. “More worried about the coffee than the stab wound.” He chuckled again. 

Okay, first, I was also this person. After I had knee surgery when I was fourteen, I had to walk around school with a cane and a knee brace. Then, I slipped on the ramp in front of the cafeteria and people were panicking like "omg are you okay", as people do, and I just started laughing because I, a disabled person, slipped on a ramp made for disabled people. It even had the wheelchair logo on it. It was ironic, so I laughed. And, once my friends realized I was okay they laughed. Though, people I was not friends with just seemed to continue to look concerned.

This was funnily enough the same knee surgery where I started walking literally right after surgery because I wanted to go to the bathroom and my dad was asleep. So I just hopped out of bed with my IV and did it myself. The nurse caught me when I was trying to get back into bed, super confused, because apparently people don't normally just walk after knee surgery.

ANYWAYS!

I just hard relate to this.

Second, Bruce breaks my heart. He's torturing himself. I understand why, but it just fills me with the urge to give him a teddy bear and force him to hop and dance around with him so he starts feeling better. Or, at the very least, so he could laugh.

He was leaving details out. A shadow in their midst. Alfred on the ground, blood on his leg, fear and desperation in his eyes. Had Bruce–?

Poor Alfred. That must hurt. Physically and emotionally.

I know the two of them don't blame him, but I wonder if where would be a teeny tiny part of them that feels anxiety around Batman, specifically. Of course, it wasn't Bruce's fault, but the image of Batman stabbing you is still there, you know? So I wonder if the suit itself would cause a physiological response out of the memory of being hurt? I mean, maybe it's just me, but I've definitely had moments where my brain and thoughts don't necessarily agree with physiological responses.

“Bruce,” she said. He finally looked at her. The anguish in his expression wrecked her. She started crying without quite knowing why. He hurried over to her side. “Are you in pain?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. His voice sounded like he’d been sick recently. Used up. Scratchy. “Should I get the doctor?”

You can want to avoid people like the plague and still love them.

What a moment. I love it.

Alfred, on the other hand, brought her books, flowers, coffee, card games. They spent hours and hours together, usually with him staying until the hospital staff kicked him out for the night. He kept her entertained with war stories, stories about Bruce as a child and angry teenager, and his competitiveness when they played card games together. 

OH TO HAVE ALFRED AS A SURROGATE PARENT—

A woman can dream.

While she was glad she had done it, glad she had saved Bruce, sometimes she woke at night remembering the way Maxwell’s flesh had given way beneath the blade. The way the light had leaked slowly from his eyes.

YES!

I'm sorry, that's probably not the appropriate reaction, but I love seeing the consequences that characters go through out of the snap decisions they have to make. Anyways, I'm sure I've already talked about how great you are at doing that enough for you to understand how much I love it. I just do.

Y/n wanted to cry. “Oh,” was all she said. Bruce had kept his promise to her and paid off her debts. She’d thought he’d forgotten with everything that had happened these past few weeks. But he hadn’t. Even now, he was protecting her. The tears burned as she struggled to keep them at bay. “He even had some choice words for the Penguin on how he runs his business and how he treats his employees. If you don’t marry him, I think I might,” Lena joked. Y/n laughed. It hurt, but she did it anyway. “I don’t think he likes me like that,” she said, because she had no idea anymore. “And thank you. For the flowers.” 

I know you said Lena was cool and I think she is too, but I still think she was being blackmailed it's just now my personal headcanon

I don't know what it is exactly about this specific moment, but it makes me wanna write a script with you. That is all.

There was a constant mix of pride and guilt whenever she thought about it. She was proud she had done it, but the cost had been so steep.

I love the general move our culture's had toward exploring the downsides of being a hero. I really do. Like it used to be just "doing good is good enough", but now it's "no, there are consequences even though you do the right thing."

But this also makes me think that there might be a chance of her getting her own suit and being a vigilante one day, much to Bruce's distraction chagrin.

Zora had asked her point blank if they were dating. Y/n hadn’t needed to lie. The answer was no. 

Disappointing. Get your shit together, Wayne.

Also! Nurses are the best! They don't get enough credit for all that they do within the medical system, but they can be so amazing. A lot of the nurses I've had have been so friendly, making the entire experience of anything medical so much easier.

Bruce opened the car door for her. She crouched to get in and grunted when the movement pulled at her stitches and her ribs. He took her arm and helped her gently lower herself into the seat.

What a nice contrast to how in sync they are when they were fighting bad guys together. Now they're in sync in helping each other heal. I love it.

“I didn’t have major surgery. Or broken ribs,” Bruce pointed out.

Bro, I know you feel super guilty right now, but take the joke, wouldya?

A miracle, they said. A fighter, they called her. Lucky, they murmured every time they looked at her chart. 

Personally, that's the worst. I would rather die. Every time someone comments on whatever medical shit I have going on like that, I want the earth to swallow me whole. I get the good intents, but it really just minimizes whatever experience you have in your life to one moment, which is just bullshit, honestly. Especially, when the one person that you do want to talk to and make jokes with is, for whatever reason, being a little bit of an ass. No matter how valid the reason.

In fact, I make jokes precisely so they forget to comment on it. Whenever I talk about fainting because of my medical condition, I just say that I was so surprised the amazon guy came on time that I just fainted from shock. When people ask me why I use my wheelchair, I say it's because it lets me cut the line because people get so scared of the wheelchair, they panic, and let me enter whatever ride/space/elevator without thinking that they were there first. Obviously, that's not actually why I fainted nor why I use the chair, but it's better that they laugh rather than look at me with the whole inspiring/medical enigma/curiosity/pity face.

Also, I've been told I'm horrible at taking compliments.

“Apparently my comment about your, um, assets in the bathroom that night made it onto social media.” The car swerved slightly. She giggled at the blush in his cheeks. “You’re welcome.” 

YES!

A joke. A reaction from Mr. Bruce "I don't feel anything" Wayne himself. We love to see it.

I love how flustered the reader makes Bruce. I live for it. Bruce should not be allowed to drive around the reader—he'd get into an accident with how much he swerves.

“You can take me to bed anytime, Bruce Wayne.” She peered over the edge of her coffee mug at him and watched him flounder. 

Do it, you coward.

He made her feel safe. Even now, even after everything. She wished she could convey that to him. 

BUT DOES THE SUIT—

I'm kidding. She probably associates the suit with Bruce, ergo no stress, but it's still interesting to see. Like I just wonder if her heart would just skip a beat (for a reason other than love or lust) when seeing the suit. Probably not, but it would be interesting.

“I–It wasn’t anything important,” Bruce said, but that was a lie too. He didn’t look her in the eyes when he said it. 

BRUCE IT'S BEEN ESTABLISHED THAT YOU ARE A TERRIBLE LIAR

It's not news!! Just tell the truth for the first time in your life, would you? Just for another moment?

She stood over Bruce’s bed for a long moment, letting the sound of his breathing soothe her. She wouldn’t be able to sleep. So she stole an extra pillow from the other side of the bed and propped herself up in the armchair by the dark fireplace. Rested her head on her hand. Watched him breathe. In. Out. In. Out. 

You know what, I respect how nice the reader's being. Letting Bruce sleep even though he's being a bit of a jerk. I would be like Mushu waking Shang up in Mulan 2.

It may not be your fault you stabbed the reader, Bruce Wayne, but refusing to comfort her because you feel bad is a decision you are making.

I know I'm giving Bruce a lot of shit. Listen, I understand. He wants to protect her and he has trauma and everything and I sympathize I do. But the man cannot go "I want you tO STAY AND THEN IGNORE HER"

“Me neither,” he said softly.

This makes me so curious. Because he doesn't ask her to stay after, and he doesn't say anything else. And maybe you were speaking strictly on volume "softly", but I don't know. Maybe it was the first time he actually started to reconsider his choice to ignore her.

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Oh, and I didn't have a sparkly mask at my graduation. I had a white one lol You can ask me as many questions as you like, you know! Or rather 17 more? I think you asked me 3.

Let's do this!!! I fell asleep last night then had to be An Adult this morning when I got up and like....do laundry so I could have clean clothes this week yuck. But I'm ready now!

Also you're so funny. Like how are you so funny??

Alfred 100% is upping his therapy visits to twice a week after all of this, poor guy.

You're so right about grief though! The physical space becomes such a huge reminder after someone is gone. Even if it's just gone back home and not gone for good. "Little fingerprints of where they once were just become more visible." OOF. Stealing that from you. If you ever see this line in a book of mine or another fic, I'm not sorry, because it's so good. You're so right. "You replace their fingerprints with your own." ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I can tell you're a writer.

Love that you find levity in your life. And also that you apparently just got up and walked after a knee surgery. Badass. Bad. Ass.

So much hurt in this chapter yikes! Why was I so mean to everyone??

Very good point about the suit! I should have explored that but, alas, I am not that smart 😂 It'd be very very interesting though to see if they would react. I imagine at least partially!

Alfred is the best chaotic orphan dad!

I love seeing consequences too! I hate when people just gloss over things that happened. I want to see them suffer.

Sorry about Lena bestie....she's cool. But you can have whatever headcanon you want! 😂 If I hadn't needed her for the sequel you would have been right. Does that help at all?

Let's write a script together. I'll bring the angst, you bring the humor, we'll make a killing in Hollywood.

I love the exploration of the consequences of being a hero too! Because things really aren't so black and white. Like, doing good doesn't necessarily mean you make good choices. Or you might have to do bad things in order to do good. Anyways, I love it too. Obviously had to include something like that.

Nurses are the best! I work at a doctor's office and I love the nurses at work. They do the most work for the least amount of appreciation. Had to throw in a little nod to the cool nurses.

In sync helping each other heal 🥺 what a nice way to put it.

Again, you're so funny. Love that you just make jokes to deflect attention because I do that too (even though I am an abled person). So surprised the amazon guy came you fainted 💀 what a great joke.

Like the whole thing with my parents' house burning down. Any time it comes up I have to joke. Trauma who? We don't know her.

Poor Bruce gets so flustered around her and she knows it. He probably needs to invest in a safer/ more roll-proof car around her because of all the swerving. Good thing he has good reflexes I guess

I do think for the reader at least that Batman and Bruce are so synonymous that she wouldn't be stressed! Again, I am not that smart, so I did not think about including it.

Listen when I become a published author I'm going to need to hire you as a beta reader because you just catch so many things.

Mushy waking Shang up 💀💀💀 I am dead. (Also Mulan is my favorite. You just get cooler and cooler I swear)

Bruce needs to be given a lot of shit. He deserves it.

Also in that moment he's definitely reconsidering his choice to ignore her. I think her suffering is finally brought directly in front of him and he can't ignore it, and he feels a little bad. However, he's still an emo jerk and wants to punish himself so he doesn't ask her to stay because he would like that too much. At least that's my line of thinking when I wrote that bit!

Also the sparkly mask was for the salute livestream not the graduation! Also also, I literally have no idea what questions to ask RIP 💀 Might be the monster headache I have, but it's probably because, as I have said, I am dumb and not a good internet sleuth 😂

#asks #anon #motn #my bestie ⌨️ #⌨️ anon #⌨️

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #089

(taken december 15th of last year; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Do you think you’re good enough for the person you like? Nope. He deserves someone more successful. And actually pretty.

Is this year the best year of your life? Nope. I still think 2017 was. Wild that it started with an OD... things change, man. Healing happens.

Is your current hair color your natural hair color? No. It's some mess of purple and like seaweed-green right now. I'm ready to get it fixed, IF things even go right this time... I feel bad for my poor hairdresser, she's completely legit and has decades of practice and skill and my hair confuses the hell outta her with how it reacts to and mostly rejects color.

Do you think your first love affects the way you go on with life? In MY case, it absolutely, very strongly did, but I have a feeling that's not the case with absolutely everyone.

Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? Yeah.

Who gives the best advice? I think Mazzy. They're just very wise and reasonable imo and can see so many angles of a situation and I just really respect their advice.

Do you have a lot of pictures of you and your friends? No. I hate having pictures taken of myself because I'm hideous but I'm trying to get over it honestly because I WANT pictures with people I love for when I'm old and want to look back.

Who do you usually see in your dreams? Honestly, a lot of the time, my nightmares involve people I don't or very barely know at all, it's really strange. Sometimes it's my mom, though, which is just as if not more odd because honestly I'm closer to her than I've ever been these days; I never have violent thoughts/urges against her in my conscious world. Jason also still kinda regularly shows up, though he's never been the subject of one of my violent nightmares, just normal painful dreams.

What was the weather like yesterday? It's been super cold and rainy the past few days.

Why did you last leave school early? Oh hell if I know, it's been years.

Do you know anybody in the military? I know OF people, but no one personally. I have a friend who I'm 99% sure WAS in the military but left because she hated it.

Who is your favorite animated character? Pyramid Head/Red Pyramid Thing from the SH franchise.

What’s your preferred salad dressing? What Olive Garden uses. I'm thankful you can buy it at Wal-Mart lmao.

Do you have a favorite NASCAR driver? I have a negative amount of interest in that.

Have you ever been diagnosed with anything unexpected, mental or physical illness? How did you finally find out? Ummmmm maybe? I'm quite sure nothing mental though because I've expected pretty much everything I've been diagnosed with.

Where do you like to sit when you’re on the computer? I only use the laptop on the desk in the spare room these days. Those years of living in my bed are pretty far behind me now, thank the actual fucking lord.

Does it ever bother you when you can’t remember all the details about a book you’ve read? YES!!!! This is actually why I'm considering re-reading The Outsiders. I still consider it one of my favorite books because I remember the impact it left on me, but I can remember almost nothing about it by this point.

Who was your favorite character in the last movie you watched? What about in the last book you read? Ummm I'm pretty sure that was The Secret Life of Pets, and looking up the character list (I'm not familiar enough with the names), probably Chloe because oh my god WHAT A CAT. I also like Gidget bc RELATABLE HUNNY

If you keep lists, what kind of topics do they cover? Heh... in my phone memos, I have lists of drawing ideas, ball python morphs + tarantula species I want, as WELL as other pets (mostly reptiles), future gift plans for Girt, tattoo ideas, and reasons to stay motivated and never give up.

Do you feel as though you’re good at understanding/communicating with animals? I definitely do.

What is the biggest decision you’ve made in the past year? Probably dropping Sara from my life.

If you could reconnect with someone from your past, who would it be and why? Megan. Because despite lying about so fucking much for pity and to be "cooler" or whatever the hell she thought, I just still feel like she was, at heart, a good person that very much cared about me like I did her, she just... had problems that by this age I would genuinely hope she fixed. I'll always remember talking on the phone for hours, staying up late texting, being there for each other... There was something about that friendship that has never been replicated since.

What movie/show "emotionally scarred" you as a kid? Fuckin Courage the Cowardly Dog. 😭 King Ramses can eat a dick and a half

How do you cheer up your best friend? I get extra affectionate when he's down.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? Zero idea. Maybe New Year's.

Last piercing you got and the next piercing you’re getting? Last one I got, tongue. I'm pretty sure I'm getting an industrial ear piercing next.

Who do you text the most? My mom.

What kind of car does your boyfriend have? I am absolutely horrible with cars, I have zero idea. It's pretty nice though, that and the fact it's either black or dark blue (idr) is all I really know.

Have you ever played Gamecube? I feel like I have at a friend's place.

What are you fascinated by? Abnormal sciences are a big one, like mutations and shit. I just find all things nature-oriented to be very interesting.

Would you be willing to be examined for medical research? I'd need more details.

Do you have a favorite pet? I adore Roman and Venus quite the same, although I think it's very understandable that mine and Roman's bond is closer, given snakes are unable to form those kinds of relationships. I KNOW Roman loves me, but all I expect Venus to do is trust me, and that's fine. That's just the reptilian brain.

Could you call your best friend right now and tell them your biggest secret, and trust them to keep it? Yes.

Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Yeah, I loved holding them as a kid. I still very much remember in elementary school, there was a big tree us kids got to play around on like field days and stuff, and it was COVERED in caterpillars during the right time of year.

Is there a YouTube channel whose videos you always watch? Mmm, mostly. I watch almost everything John Wolfe uploads, and then I go on binges of catching up with tarantula kat and Snake Discovery.

Who is one singer or band you would kill to see live? RAMMSTEIN RAMMSTEIN RAMMSTEIN ON GOD 😭 their concerts are legendary and I physically, emotionally, and spiritually NEED to go

What if you found out your ex was having a child with someone else? If it was Jason, I'm very well aware I would feel EXTREMELY weird and almost absolutely have an emotional breakdown at some point bc trauma and once upon a time that's what *I* wanted, but I think I'd ultimately be okay, at least eventually. If I found out Sara was pregnant, I'd honestly be extremely worried about her because she has never wanted children and we both know that her body absolutely could not handle pregnancy.

Do you like your middle name, or does it embarrass you? I mean it's pretty, but it is way, WAY too damn common. I know SO many people not even related to me that have "Marie" as a middle name, too.

When was the last time you couldn’t stop laughing? Why? fucking last night when I was watching a Game Grumps episode, lol

Any ways in which you’re very different from the person you love/ like? I am way, WAY more emotional than he is.

Who was the last person to unfriend you on Facebook? Idk, idc.

Do you know why he/she decided to unfriend you? I'm sure it was either a political or religious thing, I ain't shy about sharing those beliefs.

Have your grandparents ever asked you about your love/sex life? lol homie the only grandmother I knew didn't give a shit about me or what I had going on, ever. Not that I at all woulda WANTED her to ask something like this, but yeah, she did not care about anything stemming from/relating to my mother/her own fucking daughter. Mom was the black sheep, and then I was. So she double didn't like me, I'm sure.

What was the last amusement park ride you went on? Oh wow, I don't think I've been on one since very shortly before the breakup... Jason, his friend Dillon, and I went to the town fair and I stepped WAY outside my comfort zone in getting on one of those really tall rides where you sit around this circular thing and are carried way, way up and then abruptly dropped. I am very afraid of those rides (safe to say I screamed lmao) but said fuck it and did it anyway. It's an achy memory because this actually might have been the exact night of the breakup, but if it wasn't, I KNOW it was extremely close. I tried my best to stop being afraid of everything and just taking that first scary step but it wasn't enough.

Who was the last person to give you some of their food? Uh probs Mom.

The last person you met, what was your first impression of them? Uh pretty sure I last met a doctor, and I thought he was fine but seemed kinda bad with talking. Same, bro.

When was the last time you felt left out? idk

Who was the last person you told a secret to? My sister Nicole, I guess. She wanted to know why Mom entirely broke down outside of Ashley's place a few weeks ago, and I really wasn't sure if Mom would want her to know, but I also felt extremely weird hiding that from my sister so told her, along with that she absolutely could not tell Ash because Mom doesn't want her to know. I still feel weird about it, also having told her to not tell Mom I'd shared it with her. It was a messy convo I just really didn't know how to handle, a big part absolutely being because that I'm always so desperate to feel like my sisters like me so did what I knew she wanted.

Have you ever been on a ferris wheel that had swinging cages/gondolas? Were you in the swinging cage/gondola or too chicken to go on it? Going back to that town fair thing with Jason, yes. I remember he was afraid to get on it because he hated heights, but I talked him into it. We kissed at the top and I thought it was super cute.

How many people have you had feelings for this year? Only Girt.

Your parents split; would you want to live with your mom or dad? My parents did split, and Nicole and I (Ash had already moved out) stayed with Mom.

Do you think somebody’s in love with you? I think, yeah. He's never said those exact words but his actions are pretty loud.

Do you ever listen to music that’s in a different language? I very regularly listen to Rammstein, and there's a Latin song from WoW I absolutely adore that I listen to sometimes. There's probably more; I really should listen to more foreign metal bands in specific, historically I've loved those kinds of songs.

What’s your most embarrassing moment? FUCK this one occasion where I realized Mom was home when I was rather sure she wasn't and walked out of my room half undressed after Doing Stuff with my bf and saw her on the couch and I just wanted to pass away. We never, ever addressed what happened and I am beyond thankful my mom clearly made the decision to just pretend nothing happened lmao

What was the last thing you took a video of? I actually don't know.

Are there any ways in which your childhood was highly atypical? My dad was an alcoholic, for one. I was honestly just a weird kid, too. At least, I feel like I was. I liked untraditional things.

Have you ever been somewhere where you didn’t fluently speak the local language? No.

Have you ever dated someone from a very different socioeconomic background? Yes, Sara, but I honestly feel really weird sharing details about this because it's just totally not my business to share. I typed it out but ended up deleting it, I felt gross.

Do you own a disco ball? No, but man I wish I did now just so I could see how Roman would react to it, lol.

What mountain range is closest to your house? Appalachian.

Have you ever had famous neighbors? No, not that I'm aware.

Are you competitive? Nah. I'm not gonna say I NEVER am, but that is super far from a regular trait of mine.

[TW: SUICIDE/DRUG OD] What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken? I guess in all technicality, overdosing pretty heavily on cold meds. It still blows my fucking mind practically nothing happened, though I'm going to credit that to getting lots of fluids in time, ig.

#survey #surveys #personal questions #random questions

[witching-by-the-willow]

My 14-year-old cousin texted me to say, and I quote:

"Have you ever wondered how much easier student life would be if, instead of an apple, the whole tree fell on Newton?"

And that's what I've been thinking about for the past hour.

#yes I know the occurence of the apple incident is still a debate #but most of us still hear it #and oh lord did Physics mess with my head in school #thanks for making my life miserable Sir Isaac #physics #science #isaac newton #I don't know why I'm tagging him...does anyone on tumblr ever look Newton up? #actually you know what...I'm going to do that right now 👀 #student life #just student things #studentproblems

[magicpumpkin3]

Heyaaaa!!!! So I read the request of the reader screaming because of a spider and the dorm leaders thinking the reader was in danger and then I was like, what if we were actually in danger, like getting attacked by a person. So I wanted to request the reader being attacked by someone and the being protected by the dorm leaders. I hope this is clear enough, well have a good day 😁😁

Oh boi-

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle hasn't felt such rage since his overbolt. No, this rage was so much bigger and greater. How dare they?!

He's immediately by your side, screaming "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!". If this wasn't enough to stope your attacker, Riddle uses all protection spells and tricks he learned in NR college.

Dorm leader is well aware if he uses attack spells or overuses self-defence, it's going to backfire. He'll also be an attacker.

After some time of defending, bastard who attacked you finally was out of breath. Right in that moment, Riddle hits them in the gut. Just in case.

Incident is reported to Dire (if birdman does nothing, he'll have to face overbolting Riddle again). And person who attacked you is delt with. Properly.

After that fight, you're momentarily sent to the nurse office. Riddle is so worried, he spends all his time by your side. Only reasons why he leaves you, is lessons,l and some hella important things other then that, dorm leader is always near you.

Leona Kingscholar

Oh, that lion is pissed. Leona doesn't care what is about to happen, he only knows one thing for sure. That piece of a person is going down.

Usually Leona wouldn't interrupt fights or end them, unless it was absolutely necessary. But seeing you in one. On receiving side if it. Oh damn- someone was either stupid or had the biggest balls around for that kind of stuff. Everyone knew: If you mess with Ramshackle perfect, you mess with Leona.

Fists, magic everything is thrown into the fight. It doesn't matter of the person is stronger then Leona, that lion will get make them go down. Meanwhile Ruggie is at your side, trying to get you to a nurse office.

When Leona is done beating the living shit out of with attacker, he's by your side. He doesn't leave you. At all. He sleeps near you, eats near you (Ruggie was kind enough to deliver Leona food once in a while), sleep again- He misses damn lessons pretty often already, he doesn't care.

No one can go near you, unless it's a medical staff member or Ruggie with food.

Azul Ashengrotto

At first, He couldn't believe his own eyes. Who was stupid enough to do this? My lord was he mad. I don't think anyone has ever witnessed him being this mad before.

He gets between two of you immediately. Azul uses all protection spells he knows on you. He isn't the best in physical strength (usually twins do the dirty job) but when it comes to protecting his angelfish, oh boi- does this dude gets feral.

Like Riddle, he knows if he abuses power of self-defence, Azul will get in trouble himself. Unlike Rosehearts though, he has a whole shady business and blackmail behind his back.

After the fight is over and you're getting proper medical help and whole thing is reported, Azul calls Leech twins. No one gets away from him after hurting his Angelfish.

After all that, in private, he crys near your bed. Azul feels pathetic. He couldn't protect you! His greatest treasure. He fells like hiding in his octoput, with you near him. Azul stays by your side as long as possible. He has school and business to attend to. However, you're more important then any of those things.

Kalim Al-Asim

Poor boy has no idea what to do! Whom am I kidding, he knows what to do. BREAK THE FIGHT! He doesn't want anyone fighting. Especially you.

If attacker keeps pushing on, trying to punch or kick, Kalim would just call for help or use his unique magic. He really doesn't want to be involved in something as horrible as this!

Jamil is there to slap sense into him. After calming down after a mini panic attack, Kalim immediately gets you to the nurse office. He is there with through the whole check up and is there even after.

Kalim reports this attack to Dire (if birdman does nothing, he'll face overbolting Kalim or something close to that). He will make that person pay. Dorm leader isn't usually the one for revenge but right now, he wants justice.

Like Azul, his very sorry. Kalim doesn't care if his crying in public, he really doesn't! He was so confused, it's his fault for not being able to protect you or take care of you. If it wasn't for Jamil, bringing him back to his senses he'd still be having that panic attack.

He's willing to skip classes, if you want him near you (Jamil is typing). After tha incident, he is all tingly all over and is a bit paranoid. Please be patient with him. Kalim wasn't that traumatized from boing poisoned.

Vil Schoenheit

How dare they?! Vil was furious. He never felt so much disgust for a human being before! He was ready to tear them apart. Who do they think they are too harm his sweet potato?!

Vil has never looked this bitten up. No, wrong term. He never looked so deadly. His hair messed up a bit, face twisted with rage and his clothes being a nit wrinkly. He was truly terrifying.

Like Azul and Riddle, he understands the backfire if he overuses his magic but dear God he's in such rage. Vil isn't the one to throw hands for nothing, fortunately for you though, you're everything to him. Vil throws in every protection and 'passive-aggressive' spell he can remember.

After the fight is over, Vil makes sure himself that you get the best medical treatment. The thing is immediately reported to Dire (if birdman does nothin, he faces bunch of furious fans of youxVil). He spends every free moment he can by your side. All his meetings are cancelled and he has Rook guarding you 24/7.

Some time later, he makes Rook stalk the bastard who hurt you. After he knows enough information, Vil will hunt that piece of person. He may not be the best when it comes to strength but he is master of hurtful words and sabotages. Vil will make them pay for what they did to his sweet potato.

Idia Shroud

He's so terrified, has no idea what to do! Video games only gave him instructions how to bit the bosses not...This! Seeing you hurt, trying to defend yourself, it makes him feel weak, more pitiful.

The way you try to fight back someone so much stronger then you, it wakes something in him. Need, no must to protect.

Oldest of the Shroud brothers maybe shy and nerves wreck all over the place but when it comes to people he loves and cares about, all of his trades disappear. Before you, is not a shy and nerves Idia, it's Mr. Shroud.

With a blink of an eye, his by your side. On the outside, he is confident blackmailer but on the inside there's a killbill siren on the max volume. He's panicking inside okay?! Just because he looks like he's about to end someone's career (which he is-), doesn't mean Idia is even close to being confident.

Idia won't try to fight back, he'll just get you out of the fight. He may be a bit braver then before, that doesn't mean he's dumb now. He knows he's weaker then that bastard. He get's you to medical staff as fast as possible. Once you're save in nurse office, Idia lets himself panic all he wants.

He can't help but cry, feeling weak and pathetic. What good is he, if he couldn't protect person he loves?! Please, give this guy some love and reassurance. Idia feels absolutely broken. Don't think he forgot about that attack though...The person who did this will pay. Idia has a lot if blackmail material for a reason.

Malleus Draconia

Okay, genuine question. Does the person has a death wish? Like I'm genuinely curious. Everyone knows not to mess with Diasomnia dorm and their leader especially.

Malleus literally summons thunder when he sees this. Dark aura surrounding him, while he walks closer you and that poor unfortunate soul. How dare some, mere a fly compared to him do such things to his beloved?

Let's be real. Anyone, dumb or not, would stop attacking you and just ran away crying like a little beech baby. Though soon enough they're caught by one of Malleu's guards. Don't they dare think, that young prince just forgot about them. Let's just say that after that... There is a rumour that they got transferred to a different school.

He won't let attacker explain themselves. He doesn't want a word leaving their filthy mouth. Malleus just picks you up and carrys you to the medical staff to check you. Dorm leader doesn't leave your side and if he absolutely has to, he leaves one of his guards (or Lilia if that matters) with you.

Malleus just sits near you. Poor baby is too afraid to touch you, he thinks he'll gring you even more pain, he couldn't even hug you in fear of hurting you!

Malleus isn't the one to be a cry baby but if they're any scares left, he'll cry. It was his fault. You probably got beaten up because you were with him. Please, I beg you, give this boy some love and affection. He needs it even more then before.

Again, sorry for a delay!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst dorm leaders #twst headcanons #twst x you #twst x reader #twst x mc #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #dorm leaders #twisted wonderland x mc

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

This Woman's Work VIII (An Alcina x Female Reader Fanfic)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part IX

You allow yourself a moment. Just one. But then you feel anger and hatred for Mother Miranda swirl within your chest. How dare she. How dare she take your child.

You don’t even bother to put on your slippers. You just head out the door of your bedroom. You almost make it to the front door when you hear Cassandra call, “Maman?”

Damn. You were so close, too.

Cassandra walks over to you with a suspicious look on her face. “Where are you going so late at night?”

You might as well tell her the truth. You explain to her what happened and by the end of the explanation, Cassandra looks as livid as you feel. “That bitch..” she hissed. “I’ve always hated the pull she has over Mother. When I am through with her, she’ll wish she had never crossed House Dimitrescu.”

“Cassandra, I need you to stay here.”

“Maman-”

“Please, Cassandra dearest. Listen to me. We haven’t much time.” You gently lay a hand on Cassandra’s cheek. “The more time we spend arguing, the further Mother Miranda and your sister get away from us. I’m going to get help from Heisenberg. You stay here and figure out a way to wake your Mother up.”

Cassandra looks like she wants to argue more but in the end she relents. “Fine, Maman. But you better come back.”

“I will.” Then Cassandra surprises you by giving you a big hug. Out of all your daughters, Cassandra had taken the most time to warm up to you and she was never the most physically affectionate person. You can’t help but be moved as Cassandra holds you close.

Cassandra finally lets go and you give her a weak smile as you turn to the castle door and head out. She materializes into her bug form to warn her other sisters.

However, you had been lying to her. You weren’t going to see Heisenberg. You were going to confront Mother Miranda herself.

Suddenly a memory comes unbidden to you. Something about resurrecting Eva and a ceremonial site..

Blood roars in your ears as it finally dawns on you what Miranda has been planning all along.

“Fffffffuck.”

You don’t think. You just run. You are just in your dressing gown and it is the dead of winter but you don’t care, even as the impact of the cold snow on your feet sends shivers up your spine. Cracks from the cobblestones cut open your feet and as you run you leave a trail of blood as you run pell-mell through the village to the ceremonial site.

Once you finally arrive, the soles of your feet are a bloody mess and your swollen breasts are burning from not being able to feed your baby. You step inside the ceremonial grounds and you see Mother Miranda sitting next to what looks like a sacrificial altar. Ecaterina is suckling contentedly at her breast.

Mother Miranda looks up and a smile blossoms across her features. It would have been breathtaking if you didn’t notice the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Y/N! I was worried you wouldn’t make it! Please come in!”

You step inside. You have so many things you want to say to her but the words die in your throat. You just make strangled sounds.

Mother Miranda ignores this and turns back to Ecaterina. She is practically glowing as she places a small kiss on Ecaterina’s forehead. “Isn’t she just perfect? My daughter. My Eva.”

Ecaterina removes her head from Mother Miranda’s breast and coos. At the sound of your daughter’s voice, you feel a painful twinge as your breasts start leaking milk. You try to school your features in a smile that you know looks ghastly. “Mother Miranda? May I have my daughter back? Please?”

Mother Miranda gives you a pitying look. “Oh, you poor girl,” she says, her voice dripping with condescension. “Are you still operating under the illusion that this child is yours?”

Mother Miranda gently sets Ecaterina down on the altar. Every fiber of your being is screaming to run and get your child, but you know Mother Miranda is unhinged. You have no idea how she will react and she could very well hurt Ecaterina in the process. You can’t risk that.

“Oh, you brought her into the world, of course,” Mother Miranda continues making her way to you. A beam of moonlight casts a lurid gleam on Mother Miranda’s headress. “And for that I will always be grateful. But she simply doesn’t belong to you.”

Mother Miranda stops in front of you. She suddenly catches her face in between her hands, the claws from her gauntlets digging painfully into your cheeks. “Don’t get conceited, you little bitch,” she hisses. “An outsider like you has no place within this family. The Four Lords and I have a bond between us you can’t even fathom. Especially Alcina.” She gives you a wicked grin.

You wish you didn’t give her the satisfaction as the mere mention of your wife’s name makes you inhale sharply.

“Come now, Y/N,” Mother Miranda says. “You can’t possibly think that Alcina loves you, do you? Not in the way she loves me of course.”

You can hardly breathe as Mother Miranda runs her fingers down your cheek, leaving deep gouges in her wake. “Poor Y/N. Not even realizing that you’re just a placeholder. Alcina’s devotion will always first and foremost belong to me.”

You finally manage to speak as you give Mother Miranda a look of pure loathing. No need to hide it now. “Then why did you drug her, you cowardly bitch?”

“Well, I knew she’d be upset after she knew I killed you and took your daughter, but I think eventually she would see reason and that it was for the good of the family.” Mother Miranda’s features twist in a maniacal grin. “Tell me, has she ever called out my name while she’s fucking you?”

“That is quite enough, Mother Miranda.”

You whirl around and see your wife. Her beautiful face is a mask of rage as she advances further into the room. “How dare you? How dare you take my daughter and threaten my wife?! After all my years of service to you?? After everything I have given up for you?!”

“Oh Alcina, don’t be so melodramatic,” Mother Miranda says with a bored expression. “Besides, is that any way to talk to your mother, my favorite?”

Something seems to snap in Alcina. She stands immobile like a statue and there is a glazed look in her eyes.

Mother Miranda holds out her arms. “Come to Mother,” she croons.

Alcina walks over to Mother Miranda’s side. You feel bile rise up in your throat as you see Alcina take Mother Miranda in a passionate embrace. Alcina’s lips move over Mother Miranda’s hungrily and Mother Miranda smiles against them, chuckling humorlessly.

Alcina this is wrong, you scream silently in your mind. You know it’s wrong!

Finally, mercifully, the two break apart. Alcina’s lipstick is smeared all over Mother Miranda’s mouth and it looks like blood. “Alcina, dearest?” Mother Miranda asks loftily.

“Yes, Mother Miranda?” Your heart breaks at the love and devotion shining in Alcina’s eyes as she gazes down at Mother Miranda.

Mother Miranda waves a lazy hand in your direction. “Dispose of her, would you?”

Alcina turns around to face you. “Alcina?” you whisper as she advances towards you. You see no recognition in her golden eyes as she unsheathes her claws. Before you can say another word, she has rammed her claws into your side. She pulls back her claws as you fall to the ground. Blood is already spreading in a thick puddle around you on the floor.

“Good girl,” Mother Miranda praises.”You’ve made Mother very happy.”

Alcina finally seems to come back to herself. She looks over at your still figure and turns to Mother Miranda in horror. “What did you make me do?” she whispers. When Mother Miranda doesn’t answer, she stalks over to her and shakes her violently. “What did you make me DO?” Ecaterina begins to cry.

“What needed to be done,” Mother Miranda replies with no inflection. She gives Alcina a gentle smile and wipes the tears running down Alcina’s face. “Besides, that girl was standing in the way of our happiness. You know I’ve always loved you best.”

Alcina’s breath hitches in a sob. “I know, but-”

Mother Miranda pulls Alcina close in a hug. “Shhh. She was only temporary, Alcina. We are forever. Besides, with her gone we can finally raise Eva together. Would you like that?”

Alcina nods her head slowly. “Y-yes.”

Mother Miranda holds out her hand to Alcina. “All you need to do is take my hand and we can start a new life together.”

Alcina reaches out and takes Mother Miranda’s hand. With her other hand she rams all five feet of her claws through Mother Miranda’s heart.

Mother Miranda coughs up blood and gives Alcina a look of pure shock. “Alcina- I don’t understand- Why-”

Alcina pulls Mother Miranda closer and Mother Miranda gives out a yelp of pain as Alcina’s claws dig further through Mother Miranda’s back. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near my family again,” Alcina says in a low voice. “Do you understand me?”

“You can’t do this to me!” Mother Miranda shrieks. “I’m your mother!”

“You’re no mother of mine,” Alcina replies flatly. She swipes her claws from Mother Miranda, severing her torso from her midsection.

Alcina watches the light fade from Miranda’s eyes and then she rushes over where you are lying on the floor. Blood is flowing freely from the wound in your side. Alcina tears off strips from her dress sleeves to help staunch the blood flow but there is simply too much. Rags of her dress begin to pile up covered in your blood.

“Alcina? Jesus, what happened here?” Heisenberg walks into the ceremonial chamber and when he sees Alcina holding your still form he rushes over.

Mascara is running down Alcina’s cheeks. “Karl, I can’t get the blood to stop,” she sobs.

“We’ll get help. Where’s the little rugrat?”

Alcina points to the altar and aside from a little blood spatter from you or Miranda (it’s hard to tell), the baby is otherwise fine.

Your eyes flutter open suddenly. “Alcina?” you say sluggishly. “Why are you crying?”

“Oh, my dearest darling,” Alcina’ voice breaks as she takes your hand and holds it to her cheek. “What have I done to you?”

Heisenberg returns with the baby in tow. “Alcina we have to go. Now.”

“Karl?” You look over at Heisenberg as Alcina gathers you up into her arms. Your eyelids begin to flutter closed. “I’m so sleepy…”

“No, no, honey, don’t close your eyes just yet,” Karl pats your cheek affectionately. “We’re going to get you some help. Just hold on till then, ok?” “‘Kay,” you say as you fall into a deep sleep in your wife’s arms.

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[solicuttle]

HEY HEY HEY!! how are you, sweetie??? i'm hoping you're having a good day!!! but . can i request for a flirty saiki with a shy s/o??? like . a swap au? idk how to call it but is one of that fanfic's where the main characther swap body's- usually the flirty one is y/n but since they swapped, the flirty one is saiki and i'm just so curious to see how the others would react to saiki being all flirty w/ y/n nas y/n being SERIOUSLY FLUSTERED. p-please 😳👉👈

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I- 😌 this prompt is genius thank you very much.

This technically counts for the body swap thing I’ve been procrastinating,,, 😆 and okay this request probably made my day.

Flirty!Saiki would try to be lowkey, but since he’s psychic and everything he doesn’t actually know what that entails.

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Flirty!Saiki

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Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Minor mentions of throwing up

Characters: Saiki Kusuo

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Days at PK academy start the same. You sidle over to Saiki’s desk, just waiting for him to arrive. You walk to school together, but for the sake of your little “game,” you rush to class to surprise your boyfriend. It’s become a game, Saiki trying to postpone the “inevitable”. He’s strangely into PDA (sometimes), and you’re not going to deny your poor little Kusuo from having his cake and eating it.

If your boyfriend didn’t want you to flirt with him, then he could tell you to stop. But Kusuo doesn’t. You’re always ready, locked and loaded with your arsenal consisting of, “hey Saiki… looking cute today…”, “I just have the best boyfriend, don’t I?”.

Kaidou’s become used to it. Hurling was common for the first few times you’d come with your sickeningly sweet PDA, and now Kaidou can proudly say he no longer has the visceral reaction to throw up. His urges to push Saiki into a trash can have reduced somewhat. If only Kaidou had the strength to fulfill his biggest dreams...

Nendou had been very upset. He could pretend that his best buddy hadn’t actually left the singles club, but when you’re always making a show of “liking Saiki” then Nendou has to face the truth. He doesn’t want to. Cue Nendou literally kidnapping your boyfriend for ramen to make up for the “torture” he’s been through.

You’re Yumehara’s crush. Not in a romantic sense, but in a “I wish I had your confidence” way. If she could walk up and just openly flirt with anybody… oh Lord, the power she could hold! Even before you and Saiki had started dating, you’d lean on his table and go to town.

Things are different.

You’re nowhere to be found. Usually, you’re one of the earliest people to arrive, just so you could play your game with Saiki. Everyone in class had gotten used to your antics. Had you died some sort of untimely death overnight?

And then you come in. Shrinking into yourself like you want to vanish, you’re different. You’re not the bold, brash, “did you know I’m dating Saiki Kusuo aha?” person you were yesterday. It’s like you’ve been inverted… with Saiki.

It’s just a far-fetched assumption; Saiki strolls in behind you – smirking! Time stops. Teruhashi freezes, blinking rapidly like she must be seeing things. This doesn’t make sense! Since when does Saiki smirk? Does he even smile?

Saiki’s left eye is twitching beneath his glasses, almost like he’s in physical pain but the smirk just won’t come off.

Everyone’s staring at you both like you’re a circus show. And then the most perplexing thing happens. You and Saiki are sitting next to each other (couple rights… Kaidou rioted when the seats were chosen) and everything should be fine. Maybe it’s a fluke. And then Saiki, still smirking like he’s possessed, drops a note on your table.

All Hell breaks loose. That should be your position! You open the note with trembling hands and melt into your seat. You laugh awkwardly, the kind of laugh someone makes when they’re so hopelessly enamored and so helplessly embarrassed at the affection they’re receiving.

Nendou’s tired of this mess. Like a normal best buddy, he grabs the note out of your hand, ignoring your squawk of surprise.

He barely gets to read one sentence before Saiki’s snatching it back with speed Nendou swears his best buddy didn’t have before.

“Don’t take something that’s not yours. It’s for my S/O.” Saiki turns to face you, smile permanently etched onto his face, “Do I get a reward for being the best boyfriend? I’ll take a kiss.”

How are you supposed to react? Teruhashi, for one, splutters and quickly reassures her fans that she’s not coming down with a sudden illness. Kaidou fainted way back (definitely not because of your antics, but because Dark Reunion is mentally attacking him).

Usually, you’d be on top of your game, responding back with your own well-timed compliment (or maybe even a kiss), but your tongue feels like lead, heavy in your mouth. You take the only plausible route of action and bury your face into your hands.

When Kusuo had said that Kusuke’s experiment would cause you to change personalities, you hadn’t expected to be flustered by literally handholding! Does Saiki feel like this all the time? Kusuo’s still standing by your table, almost as if he’s waiting for his kiss.

Okay. You can do this. You raise your head from your arms (and desperately pretend nobody else is in the room) and press a kiss to Saiki’s knuckles.

You lost 3 years of your life from that alone.

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[mojjisxng]

hi! idk if req are open but can i request an nct 127 reaction where their idol s/o is maybe on the same variety show as them? :) ty!

here you go <33

i haven’t written for nct in sooooo long, so this feels good. i hope you guys enjoy this :D

this is just nct 127 acting like five year olds in front of the cameras, all because of their gorgeous s/o. i did get a little carried away with haechan’s, especially with making him into a huge menace (affectionate) <33

reaction under the cut

taeil

oh lord, i just know that he’d be nervously laughing, which makes things slightly awkward, but absolutely hilarious for the audience. the hosts are just thinking ‘wtf is up with him’, while you, his members and your members are trying not to giggle at how flustered he is that you’re both on the same show together. nctzens just make tons of comments like ‘taeil isn’t making his feelings for y/n totally obvious or anything 👀💀’, and ‘he looks like he’s about to pass out wtf.’

johnny

johnny would be all up in your personal space, if you had to do any physical activities. let’s just say you miraculously got paired up together and he had to guide you to a specific place while you’re blindfolded, best believe that he would be basically back hugging you the whole time. you two would be giggling together and acting all cute, making it totally obvious that there’s something going on between you both. fans would definitely trend something like ‘#johnny gets bitches?’ 💀💀

taeyong

at first, everything is going smoothly, and you’d think that taeyong is just going to act like a normal human for the duration of filming. that is until one of the hosts picks up on your boyfriend’s sneaky glances of you, and then he shrivels up into a blushing, stuttering mess. “what’s so interesting about y/n huh?” all of the blood rushes to the poor man’s face, “n-nothing, i mean w-what are you talking about?!?!” 👀👀…and it was all going so so well.

yuta

now yuta would actually manage to act like a functional human being. the filming would go very smoothly on his part. he would answer any questions he was asked, take part in all the activities and interact very well with you and the rest of your group. the only tell-tale sign that anything was going on between you two, would be the myriad of compliments that he would throw your way. “wow y/n did amazing in that last challenge, they’re such a fast runner and they still look stunning afterwards.” starting to look a lil sus there yuta.

doyoung

we would all like to think that doyoung is another sensible man for the most part. however, sometimes he won’t even look your way because he thinks the fans will catch onto the fact that you’re dating, yet this just makes him look so awkward. everyone is just thinking ‘wtf’, while you’re sat there facepalming. the paranoid look does not look good on doyoung, mans is sweating and acting shifty asl. the comments are definitely things like ‘my guy is fighting for his life out there.’ if anyone tries to criticise you on the show though, he is the first one to jump in and defend you.

jaehyun

i think that jaehyun would try to act composed like yuta, and he would succeed at the beginning of the filming process, but it would gradually descend into him giggling to himself just because you’re also on the variety show with him. he would honestly start behaving like a naughty school child, making him look a little insane. jaehyun would be thinking something like ‘omg i know some things about y/n that all these people don’t hehehe. *internal gasp* I’M SPECIAL.’ meanwhile, everyone is so concerned with how he’s acting, but no one says a thing. nctzens make some of the funniest looking clips go viral and caption them stuff like ‘he was either going through a high fever, or he was literally just high.’

jungwoo

throughout the variety show, jungwoo spills so much information about you, honestly not giving a fuck about what anyone thinks. when the hosts ask how he knows so much about you in those patronisingly teasing voices, he just answers “well we’re *smirks at you* really close so i have loads of stories about them, and of course…i’M tHeIr BiGgEsT fAAAAn!!!!” the embarrassment that flows through you, from head to toe, is unbearable, which is why you decide to have your own fun. you tell almost every embarrassing story you can think of about jungwoo. the variety show has now turned into a battle of humiliation…good luck, you’ll need it.

mark

let me introduce you to giggling five year old #2, a.k.a mark lee. every single time he catches your eye, he bursts out into fits of giggles, but no one questions it because 1. if they’re the members, they know about you and mark, and 2. literally everyone is used to mark laughing at anything and everything. the thing is, you’re exactly the same as mark, so the pair of you are crying with laughter in the corner, completely immobilised by your own idiocy, while everyone else is doing the tasks and interviews. but ermmmm at least you two are happy.

haechan

bestie, i’ll be honest with you, this is a tough time for you, not haechan, just you. that’s because this man will do anything to tease you and make you blush…at this point he’ll probably make you pass out from embarrassment. he’ll make a huge show of it too, flouncing about and making theatrical gestures, when telling the most embarrassing stories about you. “and then *flails is arms everywhere* they TRIPPED, in front of who you ask?!?!?!?! LEE SOOMAN HIMSELF!!!!!!!” *pretends to faint, very dramatically*. haechan will also not hesitate to straight up smack a massive smooch right on your cheek in front of the cameras, revelling in the shocked look on your face and the way you want the ground to swallow you up. he will get his ass beat by you and all of the nct management team after filming. what can i say…stay safe soldier 🧍‍♀️

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[thefanficmonster]

Matured

Corpse Husband & Little Sister Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Sibling Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse’s search for a roommate ends shortly after his little sister calls him, telling him she’s moving out of her high school dorm in the suburbs following her graduation to attend college in San Francisco.

Requested by @bugger2002  Hi darling! Thank you so much for this adorable request, I had such a fun time turning it into a fic! Sorry it has taken me so long to complete it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

Alright, it’s been a month since Y/N announced she’d be moving in with me - no, she didn’t ask if she could nor if I’d want her to, she straight up casually informed me she’d be moving in with me since she’s starting college. I’m lucky she even thought to tell me, knowing her it wouldn’t have been so strange for her to just show up on my doorstep with a grin like “Alright, I live here now.” Having a six years younger sister who can act both younger and older than me - sometimes both at the same time - is a bit complex. Obviously, my protective and nurturing brotherly instinct kicks in whenever she complains to me about something, but seconds later she tells me she’s taken care of it already and I feel like a fool for overreacting even if it was only internal. She’s calm and rational when she needs to be and a reckless airhead whose only goal is to have fun when she wants to be.

And judging by her and her friends’ main methods of obtaining said fun I can see how much alike we are: playing drunk video games, drunk darts, drunk pool. You see, there’s a lot of drinking involved and that’s something I’m greatly unhappy with and have scolded her on countless times just to get a fake promise, probably with fingers crossed behind her back - that she’ll cut down the alcohol. Not to mention she’s not even old enough to drink so I’ve been very insistent on her cutting her bad habit. She’s tried calling me hypocritical at times but she can’t do so rightfully since I’m, you know, of drinking age. So she’s basically bound by law to follow my advice and orders.

At least now that she’ll be staying with me I’ll be able to keep a better eye on her. A rascal high school student will either mature-up in college or go even more downhill. I aim to make her fall in the first category, but I’m making no promises - she’s very unruly, just like me. Damn, never did I think my own traits would come hitting me in the back of the head like a boomerang but here we are.

Regardless of all the crap I’ve just spewed about her, she’s a wonderful girl. She’s always been my pillar of support and never gets tired of it. She never misses a call of mine and has never not replied to a message of mine, no matter how drunk she’s been. She’s never skipped a Saturday night Skype call, no matter how busy she’s been. She’s never let herself forget she has a brother who often times needs her by his side.

Once she even talked one of her friends who has a car and a driver’s license drive her all the way to my apartment complex when I was having a really bad anxiety attack and legit couldn’t talk on the phone. She went door to door to find which apartment I live in and stayed with me the whole weekend she was supposed to spend at a music festival or something. It’s not wonder she’ll be a med student - she’s always wanted to be a nurse and has practically been my personal nurse since she was twelve. She maybe wasn’t always physically present to help me, but she’s a great instruction giver for when I need her and she’s unable to come to my aid.

Well now, we’ll both be there to aid one another.

“BEEP BEEP FUCKER!“

I nearly flip off my chair at the distinct yelling coming from directly below my window. I’d recognize that voice anywhere, and it’d always bring a smile to my face without fail.

I rush to get up from my desk chair and open the window but when I do so, she’s no longer on the sidewalk. There’s only a car I recognize to be the one of the friend that drove her here during that nightmarish episode I explained earlier.

Before I can ever back away from the window, I hear my front door swing open and a yell echo from down the hall, “Corpse! How many times do I need to tell you to lock your door, damn it!”

“The same amount of times I’ve had to tell you to cut down on the al- WHOA!“ She doesn’t let me finish the sentence and jumps me the second I step out in the hallway.

“Missed you, stupid!“ She says, her legs wrapped around my waist as she ruffles my hair, “I’ll trim your hair later. Why have you let it get so long?“ She questions, furrowing her brows at me while running both her hands through my mess of a hair - she has a point, I’ve let it get out of control. While doing so, she seems to get an idea all of a sudden so she quickly climbs down, reminding me of the huge height difference we have now that her feet are on the floor. “I know you two have met before, but I think you need to re-meet...“ she says, turning to look at her friend who’s smiling timidly at her. She sends the flustered girl a wink before turning back to look at me, “Corpse, I’d like you to meet Abbey, my girlfriend“ she says proudly, skipping over to the blue haired girl and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/N pushes up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. It’s adorable to see her shorter than yet another person she clearly adores to annoy.

I smile at the two girls, holding back a chuckle as to not embarrass Abbey more, “Well then, nice to meet you Abbey. You should know you are one strong soul to be putting up with all that.“ I purposely don’t look at Y/N as I motion towards her, earning me a pissed off “Hey!“ as a response to my remark, “Stick around for dinner, don’t worry neither of us will be cooking.“ I point at myself and then at Y/N as if to reassure her she won’t be a victim of food poisoning.

“Actually...“ Abbey says, tilting her head to look my shortie sister in the eyes as if taunting her to say something.

She finally caves, raising her left hand as though she’s volunteering, “Ugh fine, I may or may not have taken a cooking course and may or may not know how to cook a decent meal. It’s whatever, really.”

To say I’m impressed would be an understatement. I’m impressed, shocked, surprised and flooded with joy that my sister has finally decided to start maturing. “Cooking course, huh? When did you decide living off of takeout isn’t a nice way to live?”

She rolls her eyes at me, “Oh no I still go full weeks with only takeout and cereal, I just needed a distraction because...well...” she trails off, her gaze dropping awkwardly as she fishes for words or perhaps already has them found but doesn’t want to spit them out.

Abbey huffs, taking Y/N’s hand and lifting it to show off her wrist where I catch sight of a batch of colorful handmade bracelets, “Because these aren’t gonna earn themselves.”

I raise an eyebrow, puzzled as to what exactly she’s referring to.

Y/N sighs, taking one of the bracelets, playing with it nervously, “I have one for every month I’ve spent without getting drunk - Abbey made them for me. I need a distraction to stay sober so...I took up cooking.“

I can’t remember a moment I haven’t felt proud of my sister. Y/N’s always been on top of her shit, drunk or sober she knows what she’s doing. She’s mindful even when she’s reckless, thinks soberly even when she’s been drinking heavily. She’s always proved herself to me and to the people who think of her as a lowlife without even trying. She lets the world breeze by her without thinking too much of it and yet she still mesmerizes me and many of the people she meets - Abbey has now officially joined the club.

But, all things said and considered, I think I’ve never felt as proud of her as I do right now, seeing those six bracelets on her wrist - half a year without getting drunk. I know she wouldn’t lie to Abbey, she rarely lies to me too, so those bracelets have been earned and well-deserved and that makes me feel like the Y/N I remember is not the one standing in front of me right now. That silly girl is still in the suburbs, making a shitty-ass choice of messing up her liver. A grown woman, a responsible adult has taken her place though, and I couldn’t be more glad.

“Y/N...“ I finally manage to utter her name, making her gaze meet mine, “I’m so fucking proud of you.“

A smile slowly stretches the corners of her mouth upwards, her eyes shning in a way that has nothing to do with the lighting in this hallway. She’s not a crier though, I know those tears are gonna stay right there, stubbornly refusing to escape her eyes, “Thanks, Corpse. I’m proud of you too....” she says, nodding her head slowly, “I can overlook the untrimmed hair.”

Sigh

Y/N will always be Y/N no matter what I guess. That’s a good thing - I love her just the way she is.

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All Demons are Entitled to Vacation Time (Because the Devildom is not a Dystopia) [Part Two]

Part One

Masterlist

The ending of this little two part fic. I’m glad you guys like Paimon so much! Sorry this took forever! Anyhoo, I recommend reading up on RAD’s School Rules before reading for a little context ^.^ wouldn’t wanna get eaten by the thing that lives under the stage.

Monday

Waiting for troublemakers to show up to detention was always a gamble, which was why Paimon kindly asked Satan and Mephisto to drag the troublemakers to their doom- I mean punishment.

Waiting with his legs dangling off the stage, Paimon was in an unusually good mood. His vacation had done him a world of good, and he was ready to deal with Amii and Murmur. Excitement bubbled in his chest as the seconds ticked by.

“Paimon, it’s 5:55,” Eurynome said as he packed up his flute, his one good eye trained on the clock. “Don’t you need to leave?”

Paimon turned to Eury with a smile that showed off his much longer fangs. He twirled his conductor’s baton in his right hand. “Yep, I know, see you tomorrow Eury.”

Eury shrugged and headed out, holding the door open for Satan and Mephistopheles to drag in Amii and Murmur.

“Oh come on Lord Satan!” Amii whined. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I didn’t either! Oi! Watch the horns!”

Not giving a shred of a fuck, Satan and Mephisto dumped them in the two front seats of the orchestra. Mephisto gave Paimon a wink and the finger games.

“Merry Christmas, buddy!” Mephisto hopped up on the stage and threw a smirk over to Paimon.

“Let’s hurry this up,” Satan drawled, checking his DDD. “It’s almost six o’clock.”

“Oh puh-lease.” Amii crossed their arms and kicked up their feet. “What’s Paimon gonna do, whine at us?”

“Paimon is right here.” Paimon said calmly, the fanged smile not leaving his face.

“Yeah, we can see that buddy.” Murmur snapped before turning back to Satan.

Quickly taking a moment to glance over at the clock, Paimon returned his gaze to the two troublemakers. “It’s really rude not to look at someone when they’re trying to talk to you.”

Amii rolled their eyes and looked at Paimon, her tone was clipped and annoyed. “Just, what the hell do you want?”

“Even if we did anything, s’not like you’re gonna do anything.” Murmur added.

“Pff, yeah, when was the last time you actually managed to deter someone from breaking rules?”

“Or be a club president?”

“Or be a demon in general?”

Murmur let out a very badly disguised snort while Amii giggled like a child. Paimon quietly chuckled and shrugged, when he looked back over at Amii and Murmur his eyes had a faint pink glow to them.

“I guess you’re right, I am a pretty shit excuse for a demon.” Paimon’s grin widened as Amii and Murmur’s giggles quieted. “But it still remains that you destroyed school property, and it cost a lot of money to replace all those instruments you messed up.”

Paimon’s eyes shone brighter as music began to quietly play, Amii and Murmur shifted in their seats.

The music began to echo off the walls, growing louder and louder with each blast of the trumpets. The cacophonous sound crawled into their ears and bounced around the inside of their skulls. It just sounded so… so wrong. Each note was physically painful to listen to, and yet, no matter how hard Amii and Murmur pressed down on their ears, the music didn’t quiet.

And even though Amii and Murmur were practically trying to claw their ears off, Paimon, Satan, and Mephisto were completely fine. Paimon lazily waved his baton around, with every raise of his hand the volume of the music only grew. The three of them were being treated to a show by Paimon’s undead parade. It had been just so long since they got to preform for anyone, and one of the seven rulers of Hell was one hell of an audience.

Satan nodded his head to the beat of the music, the sound entering his, Paimon, and Mephisto’s minds being much more pleasant.

“Hm, you really should preform more often, Paimon.” Satan’s eyes flashed with glee as a smile crawled across his face. “And you just must try this little trick of yours on Lucifer.”

“Pff, could you imagine?!” Mephistopheles said, air conducting with his fingers.

“Now now, I don’t think that’d be terribly proper for Lord Lucifer’s assistant to do,” Paimon said as swished his baton through the air in crisp concise motions. “But I thank you for the compliment, Lord Satan.”

“You promised a show, and you delivered wonderfully.” Satan’s teeth glinted in the light as Murmur let out a shriek of frustration as the music became louder and louder.

“Oh would you look at the time!” Paimon gasped, almost cartoonishly. “5:59… we better leave.”

Paimon hopped off the stage, still waving his baton. He motioned with his other hand for Satan and Mephisto to follow.

“Uh, Pai, what about…” Mephisto inclined his head towards Amii and Murmur who were still squirming in their seats, Paimon smiled sweetly and shrugged.

“Oh, it’s like what they said.” Paimon began, his grin only widening as he held the door open for Mephisto and Satan. “I’m terrible at being a demon and club president, I can’t even enforce the basic school rules. It looks like rule number 2’s about to be broken…”

With one final glance at the two in their seats, Paimon closed the door. “Oh well, can’t be helped.”

——————

“And the paperwork?”

“All delivered to Lord Diavolo.”

“And the preparations for the school festival?”

“They’re underway.”

“The sewing club’s machine’s were replaced?”

“And improved, sir.”

Lucifer looked up from his work and raised an eyebrow. “And the incident in the concert hall from last week?”

Paimon gave Lucifer a thumbs up. “All taken care of, Lord Lucifer.”

“Really now?”

“Yes, the instruments cost a lot to repair and replace, but it won’t impact the club’s budget in any way shape or form.” Paimon explained. “Nothing needs to be ordered in from the cafeteria this week for the concert hall. I have a feeling the thing under the stage is full.”

Appeasing the thing that lived under the stage wasn’t cheap, and replacing the instruments had dug into the budget for feeding it. Amii and Murmur’s were kind enough to make up for their little mistake.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Lucifer’s face.

“Thank you Paimon, that’ll be all.” 

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Similar to the first part of this fic, I ended up going back and rewriting this whole thing lmao

Anyway~ I hope you guys enjoyed! Lookit my boy go! Killing his enemies like a real demon :D

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[zegumi]

Tsukkishima Kei relationship headcannons

no salt/dinosaur jokes here | gn/fluff/sfw

cold hands, his hands are so cold and for what

touch starved but too proud to admit it, you’ll have a hand on his shoulder and when you take it off he’ll whine but will never say anything

he loves making you perfectly crafted playlists because, he thinks that music will be able to say more than he ever could

you know that feature on Spotify premium where you guys can listen to the same thing at the same time, yeah he uses the hell out of it, he loves listening to your music it helps him connect with you

loves teasing you, but he knows when to stop so it doesn’t get hurtful

not a very big flirter, but when you flirt with him sheesh this man cannot look you straight in the eye and stutters on his words hot

the door frame lean, and his shirt lifts up a little so you can see his waistband oml

he loves giving you head pats, you’ll just be there and he’ll put his hand on your head, pat it, and then start messing it up

same way he loves your hands in his hair, bonus if you tug it a bit, then he has a huge grin on his face

picnic dates where he feeds you strawberries and you guys stay until it’s late enough to stargaze

love languages: quality time and physical touch, he likes receiving quality time and physical touch

study dates where you do anything but study bc all you can think about how his hands stop the paper from moving, how he furrows his brows when he comes across something he doesn’t understand, how he stretches in his chair every few minutes and checks on how you're doing

marvel fan 100%, his favourite character is definitely spider-man, he’ll invite you over one night to binge all the movies until the morning p.s he falls asleep halfway through the second movie

matching phone cases imagine

he loves giving you forehead kisses and if you go to wipe it off he’ll give you a look, and kiss some more

you said ‘i love you’ first but, he didn’t say it back right away, it took him a while, he was too afraid bc he knew that’s when it becomes serious

hates PDA, but behind doors damn that man is clingy and never let's go

big spoon, but he loves when he’s small spoon and his head is on your chest and your hands are running through his hair while he listens to your heartbeat

he’ll buy you a necklace with his name on it for reasons which you can imagine ;)

he gets jealous so easy, he’ll see you talking to kageyama and this man is burning holes through his head

baking with him, he puts some batter on your nose and you throw flour on him, now the kitchen is dirty and you’re both laughing your socks off on the floor

sleeps kinda late but wakes up early, so i feel like he’ll make you a little breakfast to say sorry for you waking up in an empty bed

he texts you all through out the day just to check up on you ‘did you eat yet?’ ‘just finished practice going home now’ ‘can i walk to school with you?’

he’ll leave you little gifts in your locker, you’ll mention you like the stars and he’ll buy you a bracelet with a star charm

you’ll be mad at him for not cleaning up after himself and he’ll just be sitting there trying to hold in a smirk bc all he can think is ‘damn they’re hot when they’re mad’

he loves seeing you in his clothes so much to the point he’ll leave his clothes at your house on purpose

he loves taking you to the museums and will just go absolute nerd mode talking abt his favourites

not a celebration man so he likes to spend his birthdays just with you, maybe you guys can go out sightseeing in Tokyo and stay the night in a hotel

sorry just thinking abt tsukkishima coming out of the shower with a towel around his waist, his hair wet and water dripping down his arms oh lord

his mum loves you, she’ll invite you over so she can teach you guys how to cook, but the whole time he’s just trying to spend time with you alone

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fun fact: he was actually my first anime crush and one of my biggest kins

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"Watanabe."

Sato spoke in a firm tone as he leaned against the wall behind him, arms crossed with difficult-to-read expression across his face. He was never a fan of lecturing his students like this, but it needed to be done every now and then. Kids were getting more and more stubborn nowadays, and he's not sure who to blame.

"We've discussed this in the past during our classes. Have you forgotten? Tell me." The teacher waited for an answer from the injured boy, his voice loud and clear with instruction.

A soft huff came from the boy. He felt like he was somehow dying and dead at the same time. Everything hurt. Everything felt terrible.

"... I was winning." He croaked. Whether that was really true or not didnt seem to matter. Maybe he fried his brain a little...

"You were winning in a losing battle with yourself, Watanabe." The teacher had raised his voice a little with urgency, "So many times. I've told you to never overuse your quirk like that." Even while wearing the mask it was clear how loud his voice was getting as he spoke, a growing exasperated appearance on his usually calm face.

"Do you understand the risks you physically take when you pull of stunts like these, Watanabe? Do you?"

....

He turned his head away from his teacher, grunting lightly. Hell, even that simple movement hurt like hell-- "Everyone's quirks b-.. Backfires somehow." Sniff. "... 's not my fault-... Not my fault mine sucks." If he had just gone a little further he could have knocked her out of the ring. Could have proceeded. Hell, he might have won the entire event!

A sigh.

He was crying. Sato took a deep breath to calm himself down and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"You're not listening to me, you can't even answer my question." His brain really was that close to getting melted, his student's basically delusional at this point. He can't think of anything else. Sato really is grateful to have a co-teacher like Lucca to act as referee. Their special class of unique students were a bit stubborn, almost comparable to the current third years when they were younger.

"I've told everyone in class to not overuse their quirk, not just you." The teacher leafed through Taishiro's medical papers, briefly going through the history of his quirk. "Do you understand where I'm going, Watanabe?" Based on the student's expression alone, he knew he wasn't listening.

Previous records of burns. Overuse. Overheating in summer. Some brief notes about malnutrition and possible neglect from a few years back-

"......"

Was he listening? Tired? Or did he fuck himself up and needed longer to think? Oh lord.. ".... Ss.." ow

".... Sato-sensei... I-- gh... You don't get it at all." sniffle. Ow existing is painful. "... I-i have to."

"You don't." His voice stayed unyielding, but kinder. "You don't have to, Watanabe."

Sato set the papers beside away, handing it to Recovery Girl who watched with a worried expression. "It's...a high school event," he approached, sitting at the foot of the bed where his student rested. "Watanabe. It's a sports festival. You are a sixteen years old teenage student who shouldn't be focusing on studies and making friends."

"...."

Sniff

".... You d.. you don't get it-" It felt like no one did "You just-- S-sometimes you just gotta deal with a little pain- UGH-" Yoshie look what you did you fucked up the kid- He squeezed his eyes(?) Closed. "T-... To get where you need to.."

"A little." He repeated, "A little pain." Sato felt a nerve pop at how Tai's words, but let it slide. Take a deep breath, you're past your prime, Osamu. It's his story, not yours. Don't make it about you. The kid needs this. He needs you right now.

The teacher pointed to his pitch-black hands, his injuries, his bandages, his current state of being. There was even a constant, soft whirring of a fan as his student recovered in bed. "You're going to get yourself killed before you can get where you need to, Taishiro. I can't let you do this."

His hands twitched. There was an attempt to ball his fists, but the pain didn't do any favours.. If he kept this up then he'd lose the functions in his hands entirely, if not the hands themselves.

"W-" An attempt to sit up. Very short lived though. "Y-you're not kicking me out of the tournament are you?!" Owie his throat. "You can't do that!"

"Stay still, Watanabe-kun!" Recovery Girl raised her voice from her seat, upset. "You shouldn't move around so much in your condition. You're going to stay here until you've stabilized." She crossed her arms. "Anything happens to you, and it's going to be on me!"

"You heard the boss," Sato turned back to his student, putting a sympathetic hand on Tai's blanketed knee. "Please, you need all the rest you can get. You need this more than anything else right now."

B- but that's not fair!!!" He shook a little. Pain? Anger? Who knows. "I was so close-- You can't do this to me, Sensei!!!" Oop tears ahoy

"Close to dying, if that was your goal." The teacher's expression was solemn, serious. This conversation was getting nowhere, and his student continued to be stubborn and in denial. He wished he could stay here for him, but he's got his job as a homeroom teacher cut out for him. He has other students to tend to, but this one...he might not be enough for Tai.

"I don't want you risking your life out there, against your own classmates. It's. A sports festival. You're supposed to be having fun out there." Sato pointed to the window, where the stadium could be seen from the clinic, "You enrolled here to become a hero, didn't you? What's the point if you don't make it to fighting villains? You won't be anywhere close if everything ends here."

"If I can't handle a sports festival how am i going to handle villains?!??" Angy.. "I-its not my fault I was matched with someone powerful!!"

"No hero gets to choose who they'll fight on the battle field. That's exactly what you're here in UA, Watanabe." Sato raked his fingers through his own locks, giving his student a meaningful glance. "To learn."

The usually tired teacher's eyes began to blaze with passion. "You're going to exactly learn how to, without endangering yourself. I've been teaching you how to, haven't I?" He didn't enroll into education for nothing, after all. "Or perhaps my classes really are that boring, hm?" Sato passed a joking glare towards Taishiro, recalling his grades and current standing.

".. I was winning" Huff "You should be happy about that... One of your students was doing good.. And now you're blocking him from winning"

He's not listening. Teenagers really are a different breed, huh?

The bed shifted from Sato's weight as he slowly moved towards the other student before gently, softly, enveloping Taishiro in the warmest hug he could give without adding pain to his injuries.

"You've done amazingly, well beyond my expectations...and now you need to rest. I'm so sorry I have to stop you here, when you're so close. I really am." Sato brings a hand behind Taishiro's head, carefully caressing his brightly coloured hair. He strokes the back of his head gently, speaking in a voice just as tender.

"I'm more than happy, Watanabe. Thank you for being a proud, strong student of Class 1-X."

He flinches a little from the pressure. Ow- Injury--

Whens the last time someone pet his hair like this? Not since he was tiny, probably. It was nice. Reminded him of snoozing on his dads lap on the way home from the park.

...

Sniff.

Sniff sniff-

The tears were already there, of course, but this just made it worse, thick black tears pouring from his eyes(?) Mann.. Even after all of that. After almost melting himself alive. After being so stubborn..

He was still just a teenager.

Hic-

He trembled, hiccuping as his lip trembled... And finally fully giving into his tears. Wailing onto his teacher. Sorry Sato your shirt is gonna get stained

It's not the first time Sato's shirt got stained with black tears. If anything, he's just happy to be there for his students in their time of need. He continues speaking what's on his mind, all the while hugging and comforting him via headpats.

"You kids are going to be the future. You guys are going to protect us when the time is right," voice low and soothing, he kept going. "So as your teacher, I can't have you risking your life as early as now. It would be my fault if something bad happened to you, it meant I didn't teach right."

He leaned back, breaking the hug. Even with the mask, Sato's smile was evident as his eyes crinkled with encouragement and pride towards Taishiro. "So with that, please continue being a good student, 'kay? Study well and become a great hero."

Hic hic hic--

Oh he's a mess. Aw man the bandages are gonna get stained too. :C

He kept shaking. Pained. Both emotionally and physically. God he was so tired-- "I-i'm trying!!"

"Trying a bit too hard, I'd say." Sato laughed softly, if not a bit cocky.

"You'll need some extra remedial classes if you want to be a good hero. And maybe some extra focus." Before he could say anything else, there was a knock at the door. Ah, right on time. Recovery Girl glanced as Sato put away his phone into his pocket, did he contact someone?

"Come right in, sir. The door's open."

Sniff...

He lifted his head. Another doctor maybe? Who would- ...

"Taishiro-!"

Oh lord-

Yoshie wastes no time. He's still in his pizza place uniform. Pizza smell. Pizza man.. He dashes over to grab and hold his son, of course causing the kid a little more pain but- Hey he could deal. Proabbly-

"D- Dad?!"

"Tai- Taishiro i saw everything--" He grabbed his son by the shoulders, face full of concern.

"How could you do that to yourself?! Do you know how dangerous that was?!?!"

"Dad...-"

"No! You can't-- Son. You can't keep doing this!!"

"I was winni-" "YOU WERE KILLING YOURSELF, TAI."

...

Oh

Tai is pulled in for a tight hug again, his father tearing up as he holds his son protectively, tai looking stunned for a moment.

"You can't do that-- Why would--" A sniff. From Yoshie this time. "..You're my only son, Tai! You can't do that to yourself!"

The father turned his head a little, looking at the teacher. ".. I-is it possible for me to take him home? Watch over his recovery?"

Sato hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well...it's a miracle the match ended before things for irreversible. It's another miracle that we've got such an amazing nurse on our side, too." He glances over to Recovery Girl for an opinion. "What do you say, Ma'am?"

"He's still a bit unstable, so we need to watch over him a bit more. He did too much work this festival, so..." The school nurse herself huffs, always with the tendency to scold those she heals up. "Learn to control yourself, young man! You're still a teenager, don't risk yourself at this age!" She raises her cane, gesturing to all the other students in the ward. "And that goes for all of you, too! Got that?!" A collective groan from the injured students follows, sounding like a "yes, ma'am."

The teacher decided to continue for her, "He should be okay to bring home by tomorrow." He placed a hand on Yoshie's shoulder, kind but firm. "Don't worry Watanabe-san, your son is in good hands."

"...."

A small nod, before he turns back to his son, cupping the students face.

"Tai.. I know it's not been easy. I know-.. I know i've not been the best father to you-" Two idiots be crying "... But this-..You can't do this. Not for my sake.." Looks like he saw the rin match. oop. "You have to do things for yourself. Make friends! ignore your work-- Hell, get another piercing- Just.. Don't give up your youth for me, Tai."

"D..."

All of this was for him.. All of this was.. All... "

... D-daaad-!!"And back to wailing he goes, his father chuckling a little through his own tears, holding him close. and letting his son cry it out. There was a lot of healing to be done, but at least this time he'd fight like hell to be around to help with it.

Sato watched as the two cried in each others arms, relieved that things turned out pretty well in the end. He excused himself from the clinic, waved goodbye to the nurse, father, and patient.

Now, then...

As soon as he closed the infirmary door behind him, Hikari, the redheaded girl from the other class was clutching her cellphone anxiously as she stuttered to find her voice. He wasn't well acquainted with her, but knew she did rather well in his class knowing that she received some sort of prior training from her pro hero relatives with that unfortunate quirk of hers. And she's the last of Class 1-Y standing...if anything, he's a bit worried considering Lucca's most anxious student is going to fight his scariest, angriest student.

"It's okay. He's doing well." He craned his neck as he looked up at the towering high schooler, "It's not your fault."

Taishiro didn't know Hikari's immunity to heat and fire. Trying to pull off a stunt like burning himself up in the inside to try and fry her only backfired completely. She couldn't do anything either, doing her damnedest to keep herself in the stage even if he kept rewounding time. Lucca must have noticed her student's distress in trying to get close to Taishiro to stop him. I really have to treat her to drinks sometime, it's tough being a teacher.

"S.....S-Sensei...."

A broken whimper stopped his trail of thought.

"Ah, sorry. You want me to escort you back to the stadium? Don't worry, I know Fuwa is scary and all, but--"

"........it's not th-that...."

Sato raised a brow and observed her movements. She's always trembling, but...she's shaking pretty badly. The student looks like she just finished crying, puffy eyes, nose and all. She clutched her phone close to her body before opening her mouth again. Hikari recalled the conversation she had on the phone and mustered up all the courage she had.

"I...I need to go home."

#bnha oc comeback #hikari kamino #Osamu Sato sensei #bnha oc #drabble #others ocs

[cedricslover]

Troubled (final)

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 

Series summary: A very unfortunate situation happened and it resulted in very unfortunate events. You had everything, a good boyfriend that everyone dreamed of, best friends that you got in a twin pack, and a loving school. It was a calm before a storm and in your sixth year the storm came. You faced the consequences your deceased parents run from, you were only left with your only family, your little brother. What would you do in order to save him? The answer is, everything, even if it means joining a terrorist group of wizards, joining THE DEATH EATERS…

Chapter Summary: Death is inevitable 

Note: there is no specific house:))) I would like to thank everyone that kept waiting and was patient enough, I started this series around March and now it is May. This is my very first series and I hope you all liked it! Again thank you so much❤❤

Warnings: angst, death, little bit of violence

Word Count: 4.2k

You stopped in front of a headstone. Your hair brushing your cheeks as the wind blew it. "Hey" you started talking, through the years the big lump in your throat slowly fades whenever you visit. "It must be nice there" you smiled and placed the flowers that you were holding down to the ground. 

You breathed in the familiar smell of the field. The smell of the countryside was really different from London. Closing your eyes, memories of the past came flooding in. 

[5 years ago]

"WHAT?" Phoebe, one of your roommates looked at you with shock, "what?" You chuckled as you ate a chocolate frog. 

"What do you mean "what"? So we're just going to act like we didn't see Diggory in front of our dorm earlier" Alice rolls her eyes as she brushes her blond hair, "Oh yeah we got back together" you shrugged and sat on your bed. 

"You really won't tell us what happened that broke the two of you?" Phoebe's voice became wary, she was trying not to say something bad. You shake your head and smile apologetically. "I'm sorry girls" you felt bad. You wanted to tell them of course, but even your best friends since first year don't even know. And surprisingly didn't even nag you about it. 

"It's alright doll, we understand. Besides, Diggory is a great guy, you two are both smart enough to know what is right and wrong" Alice looks at you, there is always comfort in her eyes. Like she always knows what is going on even if you don't talk. She was the perfect example of the person that you can vent to and she will just listen. 

"How about you girls, anything going on with your lives? Why is it always mine?" You laid down and stared at the ceiling. Silence filled the room. For about 10 minutes only the brushing of the tip of the quill to a parchment, breathing, and the noise from the common room are the only sounds you heard.

"Nothing much" you heard a bed squeaked, it was probably Phoebe's. "My life is the most boring one yet" Alice mutters and sighed,  you can see her sitting on her bed. "I don't think so. Each of our lives have different stories. I don't think that's boring" you replied before you pulled your blanket and be completely eaten up by darkness. 

Weeks have passed, it seemed to be doing great. Everything was falling back to pieces. After the school found out that you and Cedric got back together, George and the Beauxbaton girl also publicized their relationship, both of them explained that it really wasn't you in the photograph-which you completely didn't want them to do because you didn't owe anyone any explanation- but they still did. 

Fred and Angelina seemed to be also doing great, well, especially how Fred is under Angelina. 

Of course Barty Jr.-that's disguising as Professor Moody was always giving you 'the look'. Everytime and everywhere, even at class, even your classmates find it strange why Professor Moody always calls you, and then gets mad. They feel bad but you just let it all go, because you knew what his true colors are. 

"Fred" she warns

"Frederick Gideon" with her scary tone

"Frederick Gideon Weasley" that's when you all know Fred was in trouble. 

"Hello darling" you smiled and kissed Cedric's lips before you sat beside him at the library. You both have free time, especially him, tomorrow was the final task, he was trying to study spells that he might use.   

"Hey" he stops reading and wraps his arms around your waist, "Tired" he murmurs while he buries his head on your neck. "You want to eat sumthin'?" You asked while playing with his fluffy hair, running your fingers through his scalp. "No" you can feel his breathing on your neck, it sends shivers down your spine. 

After a while of complete silence, Cedric's breathing seemed to follow a pattern, that's when you knew he was asleep, in your arms. 

You started humming a song that your mum used to sing you to sleep. You can't see his face, but felt it instead, his nose, his lips, his forehead, it felt peace. It felt like home. 

And later on, you also found yourself getting sleepy, your eyelids drooping down. And before you give up on the warmth, your eyes found the book-or more like a magazine that Cedric was reading earlier, you didn't notice it earlier until now. You let out a smile before you closed your eyes.

'Real Estate Magazine, Countryside Edition'

You woke up early, dressed up early, showered early, and went to get breakfast early, and you didn't expect that a lot of students were up early too. Earlier than usual.

"Y/N!" You turned your head while you chewed a toast. It was the trio. "Hey" you greeted them as they sat in front of you. "You alright?" You looked at them while your forehead creased, "yeah" they all answered in unison, that caught them off guard. 

"Harry's going to be fine don't worry" you shake your head and smile as you reach for another toast. "It's just that-" Harry stopped and his hand went to his forehead, where the scar is. 

"His scar's been hurting ever since he woke up" Ron told you, his face was screaming with worry, just the same as Hermione. 

"You should take a rest Harry. You still have til before dusk. I think that would be enough time to prepare and rest" you said, trying to cover the worry in your voice, and of course the fear. 

You four continued to eat, the Great Hall was starting to get more crowded, noise, banners, cheers, they were all anticipating who will win the triwizard tournament. Although you should be joining this crowd, wearing shirts with the one they support, cheering, waving the banners at 8 am. You can't. You were filled with worry, Harry's scar was hurting, and it seemed strange that the Dark Lord wasn't doing anything the whole year. 

And as you walked by Moody's office, it seemed like your suspicions were answered. 

"I already handled it, Dark Lord. Yes, yes, but how about the girl?" You heard Moody, he was rather loud, obviously he used the opportunity as most of the students would be either outside or the Great Hall.

"She wouldn't be a nuisance, we have his brother. She will be extremely useful for the next few years. She has much more potential than her parents. Let her bloom Barty" a faint voice answered him, that was the reason Harry's scar was hurting since this morning. Mere communication can still cause it, you knew he couldn't possibly be physically here. 

"What if Harry wouldn't be the one touching the cup?" Moody's voice was filled with excitement but at the same time, fear. 

"I'll kill them. And you next. Better do your job Barty." The voice disappeared. Your eyes widened as you heard footsteps slowly approaching the door. You ran to the closest hiding spot and peeked. 

"Better handle that girl then" Moody looked around before he drank again from his flask. "Polyjuice Potion" you whispered as you observed him. 

He walked away, to the direction you came from, you waited until you made sure he was gone. 

"Mad-Eye Moody!" You started banging the trunk where Moody was prisoned, your hands shaking as you got the key from one of the drawers. 

"Moody!" You banged again, panting, your sweat started dripping. Your heart was beating fast, you have to do something. You sure don't know anything, but Moody surely does. 

You finally opened the last layer of it and saw that he was there, peering back at you, he was thinner than the last time you saw him. And he lost a lot of hair too. 

He seemed mad, of course, you were the only person inside the castle that knew the Professor Moody that was going around the school the whole year was an imposter, well aside from Cedric who was suspicious.

You started explaining to him, now this was the person that deserved your explanation, not the gossip people. 

It took a while before he finally understood. He must be thirsty and hungry, but you didn't bring any food but only your wand. You looked for any container and luckily you saw a flask, it must have been a spare Polyjuice Potion, you threw the insides away.

"Aguamenti" you chanted and the flask started to be filled with clean water. You cleaned the mess you made and returned it from what it was when you entered before you slowly dropped the flask to Moody who was now drinking it like he hadn't drank any water for a whole week.

"I cannot hear clearly, but I heard Little Hangleton. You know that right?" You nodded at his question. "I don't know what and how, but they would try to bring the Dark Lord back. In power" he looks directly at your eyes, his gaze was piercing, he was expecting you to do something. And you will. 

"I'll be back" the last words you said to him before you slowly closed the trunk, he nods slightly for a response, there was also something in his look, the same look you saw with your parents when they were about to die, the same look you saw with the people of the Order, it was a look of hope and pride. 

"Hey hey" you stopped on your tracks and it snapped you back into reality, you didn't know what to do, "Y/N?" Cedric cupped your face, you looked at his eyes, his questioning eyes. "What's wrong, love?" He tucked strands of hair from your face to behind your ear. Your breathing started to calm down. 

"They're moving Ced, I have to do something" you admitted, there was no point in keeping it a secret to him. His jaw dropped, he was now looking everywhere, trying to be cautious. 

"What can I do to help?" He asks, you felt bad, and it seemed like he noticed it. "Don't feel bad, Y/N. You already carried too much burden, at least let me help you carry it" his mouth curves as he assures you. "It will all be okay" he whispers, still not letting go of your face.

You were still doubting, but he was persistent. "Protect Harry. Help me protect Harry, Ced" your eyes darted to him, both of you knew this was a life and death situation. This wasn't just those silly games you played before, you both only had one chance to save a life, and this was it. 

"I will" he nods, there was more than just the tournament in his mind now. And that is to protect Harry. At all costs.

You observed Harry the whole time before the task, ofcourse, not being so obvious. You would join the three of them at some point, or drag Harry with you and the twins as they show the fireworks that they made and plan to light up when he wins or Cedric. 

It was a win-win, Harry forgets that bloody scar while you keep an eye on him. 

And now, it was Cedric's turn. 

He kissed your forehead and gave you a little smile. "You did well. Let me take over" he said before he turned his back and let go of your hand. Amos waited for him and waved in your direction. The corners of your mouth turned up, trying to be nice to him, despite how you somehow despised because of how he always pressures his son, he always has to do this, reach this, be like this. It was not healthy. 

You knew he was trying to be a good parent, but you wished he had taken lessons from your father before he died. Thankfully Mrs. Diggory was nice enough to appreciate Cedric's achievements, small or big. 

"You alright?" Alice asked you as you sat at the bleachers. "Quite" you smiled at her and returned your gaze to the champions. You were with Alice now, well long story short, the twins were with their girlfriends, even Phoebe, and Alice invited you to join her so here you are now. You know Alice is beautiful, she is also great in academics, even she and Luna Lovegood could really pass as siblings, they have the same interest in things that were believed to be not there, and even their way of clothing were the same. But they both confirmed that they were not related. Still, you were still quite confused as to why she was not out there, having a partner. 

"You know that guy?" She pointed to Gregory Goyle's older brother. "Yeah?" There were lines forming between your eyebrows. "He asked me out" she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders started shaking, you also laughed. "What really?" You asked in disbelief, you tried your best not to laugh out loud.

You hated Goyle, he always bullies the ones that he believed was weaker, even Alice. He always made fun of Alice and how she always tries to get people's attention. Now look how the tables have turned.

"He asked me out with those cheesy pick up lines, doll. I tried my best not to laugh and just rejected him immediately" you were both still laughing. She stated some of the pick up lines that made you laugh so much but you still tried not to be loud so in the end, you choked on your own saliva while she stifled a laugh as she pats your back.

The laughter seemed to be a curse, bad luck, or just joy before a disaster. Because right after that you all saw a yellow light sparked to the sky, it was from someone in the maze. 

You were the only one who was not confused, because as that yellow spark flashed, it was a message for you.

'He is safe. Cedric's with him' 

Red sparks were seen earlier, it must have been a marker for the injured ones, but the Yellow ones, the audience and judges didn't know what it meant, only you.

You started praying to the higher ups, if they were ever there, listening to you. You prayed that they would be fine. Only a few scratches, but still good. After just a few minutes another yellow spark was seen, the people decided to shrug it off, but you, you were beyond happy and relieved. The second spark should mean that they got to the cup. They should be arriving any second now. 

You anxiously waited for them, ten seconds, twenty, thirty, and then a minute and they weren't still here. 

'Little Hangleton' 'Back in power' ‘Dark Lord’ 'Coming Back' 'Do your job' 'Kill' 

Voices started to cloud in your mind, Moody, Barty Jr., Voldemort, memories, you patched up the information you got. 

And without even thinking twice you disapparated, thankful that Dumbledore lifted the anti-disapparition charm because there were a lot of outsiders anticipating the third task.

You grunted as you stumbled, you hated how apparition makes your insides like they were being squeezed. It was convenient of course, but you didn't like it. 

"Kill the spare"  you heard, your vision was still dizzy, but you knew that voice. Your vision was blurry, the world was spinning and it felt like your intestines were spinning too. It was the after effect of apparating. 

You stood up, still feeling nauseous, “NOOO!” you shouted as you ran, there were figures and you knew who they were. “Avada Kedavra!” it was definitely Pettigrew, no, not Cedric, not me, not Harry, don’t kill us, please, the words repeated in your mind. The few steps felt like a hundred, you wanted to stop time, and as you rushed towards the figures your vision was slowly being clear. And by the time you can entirely see clearly, you wished, you hoped, that someone blinded you, you wished that this was a dream, hallucination, but as you collapsed on your knees, as the rough ground kissed your legs, it was all real.

“Alice...” tears started to fall from your face as you looked at her face. Her reddish cheeks was now white, her lively eyes was now soulless, her warmth, 

It’s gone, she’s gone. 

“YOU!” You stood up, picking up your wand, Cedric stood beside you, “Free Harry” You commanded him, your nose was now flaring, glaring at the two figures in front of you, Peter Pettigrew carrying the weak Voldemort. 

“Expulso!” you incant, in a snap, Voldemort was now dropped to the ground while Pettigrew was far away, “I’ve had enough of you. You and your values” you stared at Voldemort who was now crawling away, he was so weak, and this was the only time you could do it. The only time you could take revenge from all the lives he took.

“You’re so weak, and you should stay weak” You stepped on his thin legs, he screeched like a creature tortured, “You deserve, every, single, pain” now you stomped on his hand, you felt the bone touch the sole of your feet despite wearing shoes. 

“Sectumsempra!” you cried at his pleading face, you thanked that potions book you saw in the classroom. You watched as so blood just came out from the child like figure in front of you, for a second you thought you were doing something beyond your morals, but you remembered, the images of people that this person-no- monster killed, the mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, and friends, he took away so many lives, he made the world like his playground, killing whoever he felt to kill, and that justified what you did. Regret was not even near. 

“Incarcerous” Cedric’s voice echoed, the tense was back again, Pettigrew was still here, “We’ll take care of him” he told you, giving a second to glance at the lifeless Voldemort that was on the ground, curled, you nodded as an approval. 

And like a vase dropped, or someone threw a big stone to your head, you remember Alice's bleeding body, her opened eyes but why? Why is there a ghost of a smile plastered on that doll-like face?

You slowly walked to her lying body, you never expected that this would happen, that she, she would do something like this. Did she just suddenly hold your arm as you disapparated? Is that why she splinched, her arms, even her legs were bleeding. 

“Dumbass, did you even know where I was going.” you kneeled, reached for her face and removed the strands of hair that were blocking her face. “You’re so dumb. Who’s going to call me doll anymore” you blinked and a tear fell straight to her cheek, you blinked again, another tear fell, you blinked, again and again, and at the same time, tears fell on her pale face, you cried, wailed, even shouted while hugging her body. 

She was there when you needed her, she was there to understand you. She was there when you cried, laughed, even if you were sick, she was there. 

“Doll, come here.” Alice called you while you were packing your things, you were a mess, you just heard that your mother was ill, you have to go home. You sighed and let go of the clothes and walked towards her, she tapped the seat in front of the mirror. 

“You know, you should always look tough in front of the people you have to protect. That’s what my parents told me before. The people that saved them from the Death Eaters, they were tough, I told you about that right?” she started brushing your hair, you examined your reflection, your eyebags were visible, you were also definitely thinner than usual, you felt drained. 

“Before my ma died, she told me information about those who saved them. My ma and pa owe their life to them.” even if you didn’t look at her face, you know she was smiling. “She told me that when they were being saved, the woman was pregnant” you can feel the gentleness from her touch. 

“And?” you asked, she was now tying your hair, “and she told me to protect that child, a token of gratitude for giving my ma and pa another tomorrow” she placed the flower accessories in your hair. 

“Did you protect the child?” you turned to her and saw her eyes twinkled, “I still am doll” she replied to you before she handed your bag. Alice used magic to help you pack, you laughed and hugged her, “Thank you” your mouth curved into a smile. “Aww it’s nothing” she waves her hand and rolls her eyes, acting shy. “Shut up” you chuckle before you turn your back and step outside. 

“You impulsive lady, how about that child you should protect. How can you protect them if you’re dead” You were still crying, thinking about all the memories you had with her, and how you would tell Phoebe, she would be heartbroken. 

Was it really necessary? Are sacrifices really necessary? You just wanted to stop a war, a cycle, you wanted to follow the path your parents took, are deaths really necessary? In exchange for peace, a life should be taken. A meaningful life, someone's daughter, friend, and stranger. 

[present]

“Y/N!” a woman’s voice called you, you turned your head and saw a woman, her hair was now just above her shoulder, brown curls jumping as she walked the hill. “Phoebe” you greeted and opened your arms, she sprinted and hugged you. 

“Oop, be careful with the tummy” you grinned and touched your tummy, there was already a big bump, you were pregnant. “Hello there little one” she lowered herself and talked to your bump. 

“It’s her death anniversary isn’t it” she straightened herself and was now staring at the headstone. 

     Alice Constance O’Brien

March 12, 1978 - June 24, 1995

“Hmm” you answered, peace and silence enveloped the both of you. “It was Alice all along.” sadness took over your face as you remembered what Alice has done for you. 

  Loving daughter and friend

                A hero 

“Ced that night when you saw me following the man. Why were you still roaming?” you asked Cedric as he sat at the library.

“I haven’t told you yet? It was the Head Boy, well technically it was Alice actually, she told me that the head boy couldn’t find me so he asked her to tell me. My schedule changed that time” he muttered as he chewed a pumpkin pasty. Your eyebrows shot up and just shrugged. You owe Alice an acid pop at Hogsmeade.

“She was the one who told me about your situation. She must have known about the dark mark but never told us. She wanted to help you, but in the shadows.” Remus admitted as you talked to him about Alice’s death. He was shocked, the whole society members actually. They are now taking care of his subjects that were lurking around. 

“Hello ladies!” George and Fred suddenly appeared, both of them wrapped their arms around each of your shoulders. “Fred. I prefer women, thank you” Phoebe removed Fred’s arm and even tried to dust it off, “Rude” Fred squinted his eyes at her while she just smirked and flipped her hair.

“Where’s your husband and brother?” George asked and also placed flowers at the ground. Now there were a lot of flowers for Alice. “You’re liking that aren’t you?” you talked to the headstone, you were all just silent. Even the loud twins fell in silence, they liked Alice, not romantically, they admired her, how she was unique, always had a voice, and how she stood up for herself. 

“I love it doll” you heard a whisper as the breeze came by, you knew it was her, it had always been her. She was still there, watching. 

“Oh Alice” Phoebe started crying, the twins tried to offer her a hug but she went to you instead, you sniggered as you saw their offended face. 

They all felt her. 

“Hey!” two voices called all of your attention and there it was, Cedric your husband, and your eight year old brother. Theodore hurried to the twins that immediately picked him up, he liked them. “We bought snacks.” Cedric raised a basket and spreaded out a cloth to the grass. 

“Are you crying?” Cedric inspected Phoebe who still has her nose red from crying. “Yes. What about it” she rolled her eyes and got bread from the basket while Cedric was still arranging the cloth. “I’m just asking.” Cedric chuckled and shook his head. 

You observed each and one of them, they all changed, with their own careers and life, of course they will change. Cedric was now working at the ministry, he did once think about being a professional quidditch player, but he felt like a work at the ministry would be better, and he liked it. The twins and their joke shop was still going, stronger as it was before, they’ve built quite the reputation, and Phoebe, she was now a Herbologist, she always had an interest in plants. 

And you, you also built your career, with your dream job. 

Are you seeing this Alice? I made it. We made it. 

You carefully sat at the cloth and they all asked you what you would name the child inside of you. Your eyes gleamed, you always knew that if you had a chance to name your child it would be…

“Alice”

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[magicman111]

A Moth to a Flame - Chapter Two

One month later

Sasha joylessly toyed with the Music Box, opening its lid like a yawning mouth.

Who’d have thunk it? She wondered to herself. This tacky little thing could cause so much calamity?

How ludicrously out of place she looked curled up on King Andrias’ enormous throne, almost like the little girl playing pretend in the driver’s seat of her parents’ car. You’d be forgiven for not knowing she’d just led the swiftest, easiest toppling of a government in this world’s history.

Big blue dummy locked up? Check. The city’s army surrendered? Check. Their toad army less than an hour away? Check. Dimension-skipping Macguffin firmly in their position? Double Check.

Not a bad day’s work for a 13-year-old.

Marcy’s oversized sparrow was tethered to the armrest by his leg. A prize she’d taken for herself so she could cruise around her new kingdom in style. She saw to it he wasn’t under any duress, and the fact he was neck deep in an industrial sized bag of bird feed told her he was plenty comfortable.

Sasha managed a tiny smile as she reached out to run her fingers through the thickness of his coat. She dunked her hand in the bag and offered him an open palm of seeds; he eyed for a moment or two before gingerly pecking at the mound.

Thank Frog no one was around to hear the ‘d’aww’ escape her lips.

Her grandmother was the one she had to thank for her secret admiration of birds. Old lady had been a birdwatcher who ‘treated’ her to regular weekend trips into the forest when she was younger. This was long before her discovery of malls and arcades. Sasha wouldn’t dare admit it to even herself back then, but the ones they spotted together on those dewy spring mornings were beautiful to behold in their natural habitat.

Herons may now be forever ruined for her, but Joe—she thought that was his name—was a mighty impressive specimen. Poor guy somehow found the strength to carry all seven of them to Newtopia, only to nosedive into the moat at the end of the flight.

Definitely had nothing to do with her asking Marcy if she could take the reins in the last stretch. She and Anne were kind enough not to draw attention to it, same as they did the day at summer camp when they discovered her crying into her pillow. They were awesome enough to go along with her story that it was only allergies. She knew she had a true pair of girlfriends that morning.

Thinking about them only soured her mood afresh. She sprinkled the rest of the feed back into the bag and slumped against the backrest, arms petulantly crossed.

Here she was in the crowning moment of her young life and she couldn’t have been more miserable.

Maybe because her friends should have been here to share in this, but no, they had to go and act all noble. What else should she have expected? She always was the only one in the group with the guts. Anne had to be dragged kicking and screaming to ditch school and join her and Marcy in celebrating her birthday. Was it any wonder she had to keep taking control of the situation?

More likely... it was because deep down she knew she didn’t really want this. She certainly believed she did after they dropped that gloryhound newt general down a waterfall and when they successfully rallied the Toad Lords after retrieving Barrel’s Warhammer. Things only started getting complicated when they needed free tickets into Newtopia in the form of her friends.

She hadn’t counted on realising just how much she missed her clumsy, klutzy Marcy. Neither how effectively she and Anne were still able to work together as a team in spite of all the unpleasantness that had transpired between them during their time here, of which there was plenty. The fact that Anne actively encouraged her in taking down that molten toad monster was the rancid cherry atop the sludge sundae. For a while back there, it looked like they might really turn a corner and start afresh. All three of them could have gone home like none of this ever happened. Except by then it was already too late.

What recourse did she have when the Plantars invited them for the world’s most awkward dinner party or when they brought the house down at the Battle of the Bands? Tell Grime and all the toads who’d invested their manpower and futures in her that sorry, she was getting cold feet? There was only one grizzly way that would end both for her and Grime and the best scenario she could imagine involved heads on pikes.

... It didn’t matter anymore. Her friends had picked their path, she’d picked hers. As her mom always said, ‘You make your bed, you lie in it’. Funny how in her short life, she’d heard that line far too many times already.

Once she figured out how the Box worked, she’d send both Anne and Marcy on their merry way and they’d never have to see each other ever again.

Everyone would get what they want.

Good thing then she’d sent her soldiers to ransack Marcy’s room for all her research about Anne’s fateful birthday gift. Girl was a pack rat. She kept notes for every exam and project they were assigned back home. The less said about her laptop jammed with files of anime fanfiction and theories the better.

Plus, it was a good way to try and distract herself.

They came back into the throne room hauling burlap sacks full of parchments and emptied their contents at Sasha’s feet.

Daaang, girl, you've been in the zone.

She scattered them over her lap and the ample free space on the seat. They actually weren’t that hard to follow; colour coordinated with plenty of cutesy kawaii diagrams. Trademark Marbles.

Apparently, it worked a lot like those puzzle boxes Marcy got as gifts from relatives in Hong Kong. All it took was knowing the right sequence of buttons and zip! You can go wherever you want in the cosmos. Just a matter of finding the code for Earth.

‘I’m done listening to you!

I’m done trusting you!’

Sasha scowled, trying to push the thoughts to the back of her mind where they belonged. She shuffled through a couple more pages until she found the one titled in glittery green and blue lettering, ‘HOME’.

Bingo.

‘You’re a horrible person!’

Ignore. Ignore.

Now all she had to do was jot it down on her palm and—

‘AND I AM DONE. BEING. FRIENDS WITH YOU!!’

She stopped. Her shoulders drooped. Then she just threw the page down on the floor and sunk into her seat further than she thought physically possible.

She normally didn’t consider herself that thin skinned a person, but man, that one hurt.

Traces of bitter tears creeped into her eyes.

What am I even doing anymore?

The sound of footsteps on crumpling paper and someone clearing their throat snapped her out of her self-pitying torpor. She fluttered her eyes dry to see Grime standing there awkwardly among the discarded parchments.

The diminutive, one-eyed former Toad Lord was hiding something behind his back. He actually looked pretty embarrassed about it too, which for a battle hardened war vet like Grime was actually kinda adorable in Sasha’s eyes.

“I, uhh, got you something,” he said, whipping out a long rectangular present wrapped in green paper and topped with a luscious red bow. “Had it made especially for this day.”

Now if there was one thing Sasha Waybright couldn’t say no to, it was a gift, especially from a trusted friend. They were the ultimate distraction from the blues and she couldn’t have been sitting upright and tearing into this one any quicker.

“Whaaat? Grimesy, you didn’t!” What she had pulled from the ravaged packaging wielded aloft her head made her gasp. “How’d you know I wanted to duel wield?!”

It was a brand new heron sword. An exquisite green second shortsword that would compliment Ol’ Pink perfectly.

She stared proudly into the smooth steel surface, admiring the craftsmanship. When she noticed the girl staring right back at her, however, her smirk vanished in an instant. The captain of the cheerleaders, the scarred swordswoman, the conqueror of Newtopia, whatever angle she looked at it, she didn’t like what she saw. Unbelievable as it may sound, even the joy of an awesome gift like this was not enough to make everything better.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like it? Oh dang it!” Grime slammed his forehead. “I didn’t get a gift receipt!”

“No no, it’s just...” Sasha weighed the blade against her ungloved palm. Talking about these kinds of things was never easy for her. “What if Anne’s right? What if I am a horrible person?”

Grime popped up like a whack-a-mole behind the armrest. “Who cares what she thinks?” he scoffed. “You and I are in charge now, and we get to do whatever we want!”

“That’s the thing... I’m not sure what I want anymore,” she admitted wearily.

For all his years of training at the finest academies, his brutal combat in the colosseum and tactical expertise earned through a lifetime of military service as his forebears before him, this one had Grime stumped. Needless to say, talking about one’s emotions wasn't exactly encouraged during their upbringing in toad culture, so naturally it wasn’t one of his strong suits. Just one of the many things he and Sasha had in common.

“Huh.”

Still, he was a pretty fast thinker and came up with a fairly good idea on the spot.

“Why don’t you help me redecorate this place?” he suggested, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Take your mind off it. Cuz this right here...” He gestured to the cluttered mess in which she’d surrounded herself. “This is definitely not—I’m sorry, can I help you?!”

Both of them turned their heads when it became impossible to ignore Joe’s cone-shaped beak lightly nipping at Grime’s cheek.

“He probably thinks your warts are seeds.”

“For the love of—I knew he was eyeing me up on the ride here! There! Get lost!” Grime scooped up a fistful of feed and flung it over the marble floor, but the winged beast persisted with pecking his face. “Stop it! MY HEAD IS NOT A FEEDER!!”

It took an exceptional effort of willpower for Sasha not to laugh at the sight of her old man being preyed upon by the family pet.

Wow, she thought. Her old man? Was that how she saw Grimesy now? Seriously?

Perhaps up to a point. Okay, considering the options she had for parental figures back home, it wasn’t exactly the highest bar to pass, but it still meant something. Anything.

Who would have guessed this would be how they’d end up, especially given how they started off with her as his prisoner? Sure, it may have taken her helping him and the whole tower not getting turned into heron feed for her to be upgraded to his lieutenant, but they really had come a long way since then. There was a lot more honor and heart to the cranky old toad than she first thought, back when she wrote him off just as another blowhard with power. Now he genuinely considered her his equal both as a friend and comrade in arms. For Sasha, the feeling was mutual. A first for her.

When all was said and done, who else did she have left besides him and vice versa?

What the heck? Let’s tear this place up.

Untethering Joe, she whistled a tweet-tweet and gave the rope a gentle tug to encourage him to follow on their ‘indoor walkies’.

A cursory surveillance of the throne room told her there was a lot of work to be done. If this toad regime was to last a thousand years, the correct decor was an important first step. Thankfully for them, she knew a thing or two about fashion. For starters, there were way too many soft blues and purples. Rust red from top to bottom! She preferred keeping the stained glass windows, but they’d need entirely new designs. Hers truly would naturally feature in most of them, one showcasing her and Grime caving that narwhal worm’s head in with the Warhammer being an absolute must. The snakes coiling the stone pillars weren’t a bad touch, if just a bit too elegant for the whole ‘proud warrior race’ vibe they were going for, but she could still work with them. Now as for the throne, they were gonna have to replace it with something much more imposing. There was that super violent dragon show she and her parents used to watch that had the huge throne made out of swords. She was sure she had a picture somewhere on her phone to use as a reference.

“I’m sorry, what the heck is this?!”

Sasha could only denounce what they were gawking at as the single biggest affrontement to tasteful decorating known to man or amphibian. Yes, worse than inflatable furniture, carpeted bathrooms, beaded curtains, glass block bathroom windows, ‘live, laugh, love’ quotes on walls, rustic hearts, mason jars and nautical accessories all combined under the same inland roof.

Tapestries had their rightful place in a palace’s interior design, but the one sweeping across a section of wall depicting a gentle hearted Andrias sitting down by a lake, surrounded by flowers and lilypads was nothing short of vomit-inducing. Gathered at his feet and scooped up in his protective arms were his wide-eyed, childlike subjects. Even the fish and a lobster were surfacing to bask in their king’s magnanimity. Here the oversized salamander was truly the loving patriarch of everything the light touched. The mawkish display could only be topped off with a rainbow streaking across the sky.

Grime felt his stomach roile. If he ever needed an example to demonstrate the difference between kitschy and downright tacky, this was it.

“Y-y-y-yikes!” he gagged. “This thing’s gotta go!”

Sasha didn’t need a second invite. Besides, what else was Joe going to use to line his nest?

A joint effort tore the offensive piece from its place and it tumbled to the floor in a heap.

Dead silence fell over the room.

Hidden beneath the tapestry was... a mural. Including such a decoration in a throne room was hardly surprising, yet it was what it contained that shocked both the human and toad, so much so that they had to take a moment to recover.

“Woah,” they gasped at once, before starting to analyse what they saw.

The mural was a chaotic collection of nightmarish images painted on a night blue wall. Wild red flames spewing out hordes of beasts and the wreckage of buildings. Mountains of skulls and bones belonging to frogs, toads and newts alike. A flying... spaceship? A castle? Whatever it was meant to be, it firied a white beam up at what was unmistakably the Music Box. Pink, green and blue lightning bolts crackled out of the Box. Mesmerising orange gemstones or, more terrifyingly, eyes leaped off the wall and burned themselves into their minds. The frightening focal point of this one-way ticket to the school therapist’s office? Rising out of the middle of the inferno was the silhouette of a red-eyed, goliath-sized beast, its claws reaching up covetously towards the Box that hung right above its crowned head.

It may as well have been lifted straight from the tattered dream journal of a madfrog.

Any ideas of redecorating the throne room were long gone. Even the revolution they were spearheading suddenly seemed millions of miles away in the face of what they’d just stumbled upon.

Peering her eyes slightly, Sasha was the first to put a face to the shadowy leviathan, and when she did, she had to swallow her heart back down into her chest.

“Is that the king?” she asked, mystified. “With the music box?”

Sweat ran down the side of Grime’s nonplussed face. “If it is… it’s a really good thing we stopped him.”

Neither of them said it aloud, but both understood the situation at once. All this time they thought they’d been playing flipwart while the king played bog jump. Oh, how wrong they’d been. It was beyond anything that even the Toad Lords discussed. They knew that they had to reconvene with them as soon as the armies had reached the gate.

She took a couple steps closer to reexamine the mural more thoroughly, missed details emerging now that the initial shock began to wear off. Circuit board markings—the same inside her dad’s outdated computer when she foolishly dared Marcy if she could take it apart—worked their way around the images, serving as some type of frame. Odd choice for a world that didn’t even have steam engines yet. She also picked up the three small geometric figures standing atop the Box’s lid. An artist she was not, but they looked pretty human-like in design.

But humans did not exist in Amphibia. The three of them were the first of their kind to ever set foot in this dimension.

Weren’t they?

Alarm bells were ringing louder than ever before. This Andrias guy had been playing Anne and Marcy for his own ends this whole time, all to get his mitts on the Music Box! What did he plan to do with it? Right now, she still couldn’t say, but it was all bad. Outside of a kickin’ rock band, fire and skulls together were never a good thing!

Even Joe’s feathers were puffing up anxiously against her back. Not turning away from the mural, she raised her hand and patted his risen crest.

“I know, big guy. I don’t like it either.”

Grime’s voice rang urgently in her ears, “Lieutenant! Get over here, quick!!”

Sasha had spun on her heels and sprinted down the room to find Grime standing the wreckage of what used to be a display of armour. He’d evidently acted on a hunch while she’d been preoccupied. Judging by his thunderstruck expression, he’d just discovered something far worse.

“What is iooooh boy!”

This new second mural reminded Sasha a lot of Egyptian hieroglyphs. If there was any room for doubt about the technicolor stick guys, there was none here. Standing tall against an indigo backdrop in a neat row were the outlines of human beings; long gangly appendages, stumpy noses and everything. Some were wearing hooded capes, others were decked out in suits of armour. The couple in the middle looked particularly regal. No prizes for guessing the little wooden box they were holding in their hands, cementing their authority as if it were the globus cruciger.

Faded inscriptions were engraved along the bottom. They were written in a more archaic amphibian dialect, but being a toad of higher education, Grime was able to give translating them a decent shot.

These great beings of magic and might

Travelled from beyond to serve the night

Bow before these children of man

Or know the wrath of the—

“... Wu Clan?” He cocked his one good eye up at her. “Iiiii’m not getting it.”

There it was. Floodlights flashed in Sasha’s head. All colour drained from her face. A million and one thoughts were now firing across her brain at once, threatening to send her into cerebral shutdown.

It was at that moment she knew she’d been played. They all had. She didn’t know whether to be absolutely furious, betrayed or impressed.

Why that conniving, devious little—

That's when they heard the BOOM outside the window.

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If Love is Pain Then We’re Smitten

This is part of my Beta AU

AO3

Masterpost

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It was no secret that Luz Noceda and Amity Blight didn’t get along.

Ever since the human transferred to Hexside, mostly on accident, mind you, there’d been trouble.

Now, fighting in Hexside wasn’t out of the ordinary. It’s Hexside. Everyone is basically a feral animal with sentience.

Their fighting, however, was constant.

Verbal or physical, the two simply couldn’t be in the same room together and not raise the tension. At first it was treated like trying to walk with an egg floating in an overfilled glass of water. After all, Amity used to be part of Boscha’s group. That alone commanded respect.

But over time, it became more...tolerable.

It was a regular spectacle to see what disaster Luz would find herself in each day. Sometimes they were as big as stopping a lava monster from burning the whole school to the ground, and other times it was a simple spat with the resident demon, King.

It had become a common occurrence to Luz and Amity as well. They barely batted an eye at their own barking anymore.

And yet….something felt different about this fight.

,

Luz was unconsciously aware that she was being lifted by the front of her shirt. Her head hurt, her eye, good lord, her eye hurt. She registered Amity getting in her face, fangs bared, pupils slitted. The mane she called hair had come undone and framed her face in a wild, mangled manor. She had a bruise on her cheek, and bits of blood running down her face.

Luz was too tired to find the source of it. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but all her fire from before had died in the blink of an eye.

“Are you even listening?” Amity snapped, bringing the human back to reality. “You look like you just died.” She huffed.

“Maybe I did,” Luz mumbled, limp in the witch’s grip. “You don’t know. Bet I possessed my own corpse just to torture you.”

“No, I’ve seen that happen. You’d actually look better if that was the case.” She said, stepping back, but still holding her up by her shirt.

“Thanks,” Luz muttered, rolling her eyes and wincing at the pain in her left eye.

She took this moment to look over the witch again. She had scrapes all along her arms, and she could see a bit of blood soaking through her pant leg. There was a long cut on her forehead, not a deep one, but enough that blood was still faintly trickling around her eyes.

And, Luz noticed with a hint of satisfaction, she was favoring her left arm, holding her up with more force with her other hand.

“You look like hell,” Luz said, her gaze drifting back to her face.

“You’re no model yourself,” Amity huffed, curling her lip in a sneer, flashing a slightly bloody fang.

Luz narrowed her eyes. If she found a bite mark on herself, then there would be war.

“Just put me down you melodramatic witch.” Luz muttered.

Amity shrugged and released Luz’s shirt. The human yelped before hitting the pavement, flinching as she felt fresh scrapes on her arms. She glared up at the girl, who only gave her a smug look in response and began to walk off.

She winced mid-step, pulling up her right leg with a hiss. Luz raised a brow and lifted herself onto her hands, straining with the effort.

“You alright there, Mittens?” Luz taunted.

Amity whirled her head around, giving a low growl as her ears flicked back. She straightened up and glanced away, a faint flush at the tips of her ears.

“Don’t call me that,” Amity said lowly.

“Whatever,” Luz shrugged, beginning to push herself to her feet. “Come on, let's head closer to the seven-eleven.”

“What?” Amity blinked, looking back at Luz incredulously.

“You're a mess, I’m a mess, I’d rather neither of us went walking off in the middle of the night looking like we lost a fight with a gang of raccoons.” Luz said, cringing as she got to her feet.

Amity still looked unconvinced, crossing her arms. Luz hobbled past her, unbothered as she made her way out of the parking lot and towards the side of the 7-11, a few meters away from the door, but far enough away neither of them would scare off late-night customers. Unless they were cowards, of course.

“C’mon,” Luz mumbled, waving her hand for the witch to follow.

She fully expected the witch to blow her off with a jab, but to her surprise, she didn’t. She instead heard the sound of Amity shuffling after her, grumbling something inaudible.

Luz turned so her back was leaning against the wall and slid down, knees bent as she leaned her head back, shutting her eyes with a pained groan.

“Aw, someone had too much for one night?” Amity jeered, slumping down next to Luz with her right leg stretched out and the other bent, which she lay her arm on.

“Shut your bloody mouth,” Luz growled, though it was nowhere near the level of Amity’s.

“Do you usually become British when you're beat up?” Amity chuckled.

“I meant that literally,” Luz cracked open an eye. “You have blood on your teeth.”

Amity paused, clearly not expecting that. She opened her mouth and poked her tongue around at her teeth. She pulled back and shut her mouth with an appalled look after only a few moments.

“Ew, I do.” She agreed. “It better not be yours,” She warned.

“Oh, yeah, like I want a massive bite-mark on me.” Luz rolled her eyes. “You're worse than a rabid possum, you know that?”

“Says the one who hangs out with the weird owl janitor,” Amity huffed. “If anyone has rabies, it’s her.”

Luz opened her mouth to argue before slowly shutting it again.

She muttered something under her breath before beginning to dig through her jean jackets pockets. Amity watched her curiously for a few moments until she pulled out a healing glyph with a gleeful expression.

“You have one of those?” Amity asked as Luz sat on her knees, turned towards the witch.

“Obviously, I’m fighting you all the time.” Luz scoffed. “And, well, I get into a lot of fights by this parking lot.” She said with a shrug.

“You what--”

Luz leaned forward, reaching for Amity’s left shoulder. The witch cut herself off and pulled back, giving Luz a mildly concerned look. Luz met her gaze with her own tired stare and the witch eventually let up.

She mumbled something about her ‘wasting a glyph,’ but Luz paid it no mind. The witch pulled the hem of her shirt to the side, revealing a nasty mark right where her shoulder connected to her body. Luz reached out and placed the healing glyph on it before tapping it.

The glyph glowed brightly for a moment before steadily beginning to dull back to normal. Amity grit her teeth at first, but quickly relaxed with a sigh, her ears relaxing to an almost normal position.

“I know, right?” Luz grinned. “Feels like a high.”

“I’m not gonna ask why you know what a high feels like,” Amity said, giving Luz a warning glare.

“It’s best you don’t,” Luz agreed, sitting back. “Anyway, I need ten bucks.”

“What?” Amity stared at Luz.

“Ten bucks, for supplies.” Luz said, pointing behind her towards the 7-11 doors. “We both look awful, and that was the only healing glyph I had on me.”

“Wh--and you used it on this?” Amity gaped, gesturing to her shoulder with her free hand.

“Yeah, so now you owe me ten bucks, that I will also proceed to use on your broken face.” Luz said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Your rich, aren’t you? Make it even.”

“That...that wouldn’t be….” Amity sighed and shook her head. “You’re an idiot,” She muttered, digging in her pocket and pulling out her wallet.

“You had that on you the whole time?” Luz blinked. “I thought you would’ve, like, kept in your purse in your car.”

“I was too busy getting ready to curb-stomp your face.” Amity replied simply, withdrawing two fives and placing them in Luz’s outstretched hand with more force than necessary.

“How sweet of you,” Luz rolled her eyes before pulling herself to her feet with a wince. “Wait here.”

“Do I have a choice?” Amity muttered.

“Eh, I could probably call a taxi with this.” Luz said, shoving the money in her pocket and hobbling towards the door.

Amity frowned, confused for a moment as Luz opened the store door.

“Wait...did you walk here?”

,

Seven minutes had never felt so long before.

Amity impatiently drummed her fingers on the ground beside her, constantly glancing back at the door, even when there was no indication it had opened.

She rolled up her pant leg, exposing the nasty gash on her knee. She recoiled at the sight and decided to leave it be and hope Luz kept her word.

Despite it being the middle of the night, there was the occasional weirdo or group of people wandering about. Amity would turn her head away and hide her face with her hand every time someone walked by and stared at her, or the one group who went inside the 7-11.

They probably thought she was a junkie or some hustler who had a bad day, she thought bitterly. After all, who in their right mind would be sitting alone in the middle of the night looking like they had a tussle with a wild dog?

She heard the door to the store open and glanced up, immediately turning when she saw it was Luz.

In her hands were bandages, a roll of gauzes, and antiseptic wipes. She nodded to Amity before sitting beside her again. She didn’t say anything, only set down the medical supplies and withdrew a small pack of twizzlers.

“...did you seriously buy that with my money?” Amity finally broke the silence.

“There was some left over, and that employee just wanted me out of his store.” Luz shrugged, pulling out a twizzler. “Also, this one was already open, so it cost less.”

“That employee probably thought you were involved in a gang fight or something,” Amity scoffed. “And is that black licorice?”

“Too bottom-of-the-barrel for your refined taste buds?” Luz taunted, holding a twizzler in her mouth while shaking the package in front of Amity.

“Licorice is revolting, that’s common knowledge.” Amity sneered, backing away.

“Cowards, all of you.” Luz huffed, setting the packet aside and biting off a piece of the twizzler in her mouth.

“You’re nature's greatest mistake,” Amity curled her lip, disgusted.

“I know,” Luz said cheekily, pulling the antiseptic wipes into her lap and beginning to try and open it.

And then Amity watched Luz struggle to open the plastic around the wipes for a good minute. Luz’s hands couldn’t get a good grip or tear in the covering, either due to how tired she was or because her hands were a bit bloody from fighting. It was hard to tell.

It didn’t take long for her to grow impatient and she let out a small growl. Luz glanced up, giving her an annoyed glare in return.

“Look, this thing is difficult to open--”

Amity snatched the antiseptic wipes out of Luz’s hands, too tired and riled up to wait any longer. She sank her fangs into the plastic, easily piercing it. In one easy movement, she tore the packaging, and some of the cardboard, clean off.

Amity spat out the plastic and cardboard and lifted up the small box to check it over. She’d pierced a few of the wipes inside, but there was still plenty left. The hole wasn’t clean and a bit small, but it was open.

“There,” Amity said, turning and holding the box out to Luz. “I opened it.”

Luz stared at her for a few moments, speechless. Amity raised a brow, wondering if Luz somehow went into shock. For a moment, Amity almost swore she saw a redness on her cheeks before Luz quickly grabbed the box out of her hands.

“Told you it was difficult,” Luz mumbled, digging through the box and pulling out the wipes and opening those with much more ease.

Amity rolled her eyes and licked at her fangs, trying to get the taste of cardboard off them. Luz pointedly looked away from her face and got onto her knees, reaching for Amity’s scraped knee.

“This is gonna hurt, by the way.”

That was all the warning Amity had before Luz pressed the antiseptic wipe to her wound. Amity hissed and jerked back, her ears lowering and snapping her teeth close to Luz’s face, causing her to draw back.

“What the hell?” Amity snarled, pulling her knee closer.

“This isn’t like the glyphs you use,” Luz explained, minorly annoyed. “It’s going to hurt, but it will help.”

“What kind of backwards logic is that?” Amity demanded.

“The human kind. Now either hold still or get an infected knee.” Luz said firmly. “I’m already bleeding to death as it is.”

“Then just help yourself,” Amity muttered under her breath.

But she listened and stretched out her leg again. She tensed and bit back a hiss as Luz cleaned the wound.

She suspected the human cleaned a bit longer than necessary for a bit of revenge.

Once the wound was clean she unrolled the gauzes and ripped off a strip before wrapping it around the witch’s leg. Amity watched her every move like a hawk, eyes narrowed.

“Alright, now for the face.” Luz said, pulling back and withdrawing another wipe.

“What?” Amity felt her face, wincing as she pressed the bruise on her cheek. “Ow,”

“Yeah, hold still.” Luz said, sitting up on her knees and leaning forward, pressing the wipe to her forehead injury.

Amity flicked her ears down as Luz concentrated on cleaning her wound. Due to the proximity, she was stuck taking in Luz’s face, as much as it annoyed her to do so.

Luz had a black eye, and there was a scrape on her nose. Her beanie was lopsided, but stubbornly stayed on her head. Her hair was frazzled and knotted, and she wondered how much conditioner she had to use to keep her hair as straight as it usually was. Amity herself had given up on conditioner a long time ago.

Luz pulled back from cleaning her wound, leaving Amity subconsciously wondered why she didn’t feel any pain this time, and pulled out a large bandaid.

“Is that going to cover all of it?” Amity raised a brow. “And that’s a genuine question,” She added when she saw Luz give her a deadpan look. “Because in case you forgot, I can’t exactly see the damage.”

“Poor you, unable to see your wrecked face.” Luz sneered, rolling her eyes and leaning forward again to place the bandaid on. “It’ll cover most of it. You’ll live.”

Amity grumbled, crossing her arms as Luz tried to cover as much of the wound as possible.

Once again, Amity caught herself staring. She could see that Luz had cuts on the palms of her hands, and bruises that stretched passed the sleeves of her jacket where she couldn’t see. She noticed that Luz was sticking her tongue out while concentrating. The edge of Amity’s lips curved into a smile at the sight.

Luz glanced down, catching Amity’s gaze.

Amity jerked back and sharply turned her head away, her face heating up.

“I know, I look dashing in blood,” Luz taunted, sitting back with a cocky smirk. “Simply an enchanting sight.”

“I’m going to break your spine over my knee and toss you into a woodchipper.” Amity spat, pulling her lips back in a snarl.

“That’s fair,” Luz nodded, unphased as she got another antiseptic wipe. “Hey, how bad is my eye?” She asked, gesturing to her left eye. “Like, could I play it off that I smacked into a pole?”

Amity gave Luz a disbelieving look. Even in the low lighting from the store, she could tell that unless Luz could brush off she was incredibly clumsy, there’s no way someone would think she just ‘hit a pole weird.’ Her eye wasn’t swelling shut, but the entire skin around it was a dark, angry purplish black. There was even a bruise forming around the edge of her right eye where Amity had just missed hitting the eye itself.

“Yeah, no, you’d do better putting makeup on that.” Amity shook her head. “The fact you didn’t get any ice for that is already a little concerning, and that’s coming from me.”

“Store clerk wouldn’t let me steal any,” Luz shrugged, dabbing an antiseptic wipe on her nose scrap and wincing. “Guess it’s another day of concealer.” She grumbled.

“Do you even know how to properly apply concealer?” Amity asked as Luz pulled out a small bandaid.

“I just gotta find one that matches my skin tone and brush over it, don’t I?” Luz said, hovering the bandaid over her nose and realizing too late she had no idea how to place it on properly.

Amity sighed and took the bandage from Luz, slapping her hand away when she fumbled and tried to grab it back.

“No, you moron. It’s a whole process.” Amity said, reaching out and placing the bandaid over the scrape, smoothing it down.

“You gotta apply green concealer, then one that matches your skin tone, then you do the same to your other eye so it looks natural, and then you want setting powder. Plus mascara if you want to divert less attention to your eye.” Amity listed off, grabbing another antiseptic wipe and taking Luz’s hand, turning it over so she could start cleaning it.

Luz stared at her for a few moments. She seemed confused as she looked from her face to her hand that Amity was cleaning but eventually just gave a sheepish smile.

“I’m, uh, going to need to write that down.”

Amity groaned and glared at the girl. She pressed the wipe harder onto Luz’s hand and the girl winced and almost drew her hand back if it weren’t for Amity’s death-grip on her wrist.

“I have makeup in my purse, I can just apply it tomorrow before school.” She said, tossing the wipe aside and grabbing the gauzes. “Since you obviously have no idea how makeup works.”

“Gus is better at it than me, he was a theater kid.” Luz shrugged. “Well, I was also a theater kid, but he was a makeup theater kid. I was an acting theater kid.”

“That explains a lot,” Amity said simply, checking Luz’s palm to make sure the gauzes covered her scrapes before seizing her other hand.

“Oh please, I swear nearly everyone in this school was, or is, a theater kid.” Luz muttered.

“You’re not wrong.” Amity said, only half-paying attention. “The makeup isn’t going to look very good tomorrow, but that’s because of the swelling. And adding more makeup is going to make the healing process slower, so pick your battles.”

“Do you get in fights often?” Luz raised a brow. “Or are you sneaking out and helping other girls with their concealer when I’m not around?” She teased.

“Please keep in mind I’m the one holding your hand right now,” She growled, gripping her wrist tighter and glaring at her face.

There was a momentary silence between the two.

“That kinda--”

“You know what I meant.”

,

“Can’t believe you actually drove to a fight at seven-eleven,” Luz whistled, leaning against the front of the black car. “And I’m willing to bet this is an expensive car too, huh?”

“It’s just an old dodge charger,” Amity shrugged, opening the passenger side door. “Get in.”

Luz blanked for a moment. She processed Amity’s words before jerking her head up to look at the witch.

“Huh?”

Amity exhaled like this was testing her will and gestured to the inside of the car.

“You said you walked here, didn’t you? And even bandaged up, you still clearly got in a fight. I’m not letting you walk around at one AM looking like that.” She said impatiently.

“...you're going to willingly let me get into your car?” Luz said, pressing her hands together before flinching and remembering that was a bad idea. “And you're not trying to kidnap me?”

“I’m not asking again.”

“Just making sure,” Luz said, avoiding eye-contact as she walked over and scooted into the passenger seat.

Amity shut the door with a bit more force than necessary and walked around the car to the driver's seat. Luz took her time in looking around, checking out the interior of the car. She noticed an air freshener hanging over one of the air ducts. It was shaped like a staff from the Good Witch Azura series.

Luz leaned forward to sniff it and instantly recoiled. Partly because it had a disgusting blend of lavender and ash, and partly because Amity had gotten into the car.

“You read Azura books?” Luz asked as she turned to the girl.

Amity froze, stiff and still, both hands gripping the steering wheel. Luz scooted back slightly, preparing for a claw to come flying at her face.

Amity turned to glare at the human and pointed a finger, nails unsheathed into sharper claws and Luz instinctively raised her bandaged palms in innocence.

“You say anything about this and I will rip out your tongue and force-feed you your own eyes. Understand me?” She growled.

Luz nodded slowly and Amity pulled back, twisting her key in the ignition and starting up her car. Luz waited until they had left the parking lot and began driving before she drummed her hands on the armrest and casually tilted her head.

“So...which book’s your favorite?” She questioned. “Personally, I think book five was--”

“Shut your mouth before I do it for you,” Amity hissed. “But do that after you tell me your address.” She added right after.

“...ignoring the way you worded that first part,” Luz said, attempting to sound as indifferent as possible. “It’s just a few streets away from here. Do you have a GPS?”

“Punch it in,” Amity said, her voice sounding stained. She took one hand off the steering wheel and dug in a compartment between the two seats, pulling out a small black GPS.

Luz did so, casting a glance every now and again towards Amity, who had gotten a faint pink to her cheeks at her earlier threat. She had one elbow back on her seat, with the other hand on the steering wheel.

Luz sat back and let Amity continue the drive in near total silence. She pulled out another twizzler from the packet she’d taken and half-heartedly gnawed on one.

“Thanks,” She mumbled around the twizzler.

“Hm?” Amity hummed, glancing over for a moment before turning back to focusing on the GPS.

“For driving me,” Luz said, keeping her eyes on the window next to her. “Even after I messed up that pretty little face of yours.” She said with a hint of tease.

“Oh, so when I say something that could be taken the other way, it’s a big deal. But when you say it--”

“Shut up and drive,” Luz grumbled, slumping down in her seat and shoving the last of the twizzler in her mouth. “This is what I get for trying to be nice.”

Amity chuckled and shook her head. Luz pouted and glanced over at her. The witch was noticeably more relaxed than before, smiling ever so slightly.

Luz gave a small grin and pulled out another twizzler. She offered it to Amity, her grin growing as Amity gave the licorice twizzler the side-eye.

“I’m not eating that, Luz.” Amity growled. “Don’t taunt me while I’m driving.”

“Oh, so you can take a hit, but you can’t take licorice?” Luz taunted, still holding the twizzler by her face.

“What happened to Luz being thankful I spared her?” Amity grumbled.

“I was thankful because you were being nice, not because you spared me. Which, by the way, no you did not.” Luz huffed. “But both of those moments have ended because I still don’t like you.”

Amity growled and pressed her ears down. She sharply turned her head, and in the span of a few seconds, she snapped her jaws around two quarters of the twizzler, barely missing Luz’s fingers, and broke the candy cleanly.

And calmly, she went right back to driving.

Luz sat in shock for a moment, unmoving. She had the sight of Amity’s fangs in her mind for a few moments before quietly leaning back in her seat and looking over the small piece of licorice left in her hand.

She was having a lot of thoughts at the moment, and that was evident by the flush gathering in her face.

She was, however, distracted by the sound of Amity gagging.

The witch stuck out her tongue in disgust, revealing it was slightly forked at the end. Her face was scrunched up and she shuttered.

“That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten,” She hissed, shaking her head.

Luz watched the sight for a moment before bursting out laughing. She tried to cover her mouth, but it didn’t do much. Amity glared over at her and looked ready to growl, but she didn’t. She only raked her gaze over Luz before deflating and rolling her eyes.

And then she slammed on the breaks.

Luz went flying forward, realizing too late she had neglected to put a seat belt on. She hit the dashboard and groaned at the impact. Amity, meanwhile, started laughing at her as Luz pulled herself up.

Luz grabbed the boxes of bandages she’d taken with her and chucked it at Amity’s head. The witch laughed harder, unbothered.

Luz scoffed and sat back, crossing her arms. Though she couldn’t help a smile herself, giving a giggle at the witches antics.

And for a brief moment, it was like they’d never fought at all.

“Alright, alright,” Amity wheezed, turning back to Luz. “Get outta my car you bruised idiot.”

“Huh?” Luz said, looking around and peering out the car window.

Sure enough, they had arrived at Luz’s house. Which made sense, why else would Amity stop? She had to get home. Why was she disappointed?

“Oh, yeah, right.” Luz nodded. “Er, thanks, again.”

“Don’t mention it. Ever. Because Boscha will never let me forget this.” Amity warned as Luz opened the car door and slipped out.

“Yeah, no, I’m not telling Boscha anything.” Luz agreed. “I’d rather swallow a tooth.”

“Pray that you do,” Amity taunted as Luz shut the door.

Amity rolled down her window and hung an arm outside of it as Luz stopped right next to her, shoving her antiseptic wipes, gauzes and packet of twizzlers into her pockets.

“Meet me outside the school tomorrow so I can fix your face,” Amity said. “If you're still awake by then.”

“I’m never fully awake,” Luz said simply. “My bags under my eyes are so deep that now they’ve just melted into my face.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Amity rolled her eyes. “See you later, Luz.”

Luz offered a smile in return and stepped back. Amity hesitated for a moment before pulling her arm back in and starting up the car once more.

Luz watched Amity leave, waiting until the old dodge charger was out of sight before she turned back to her house.

Her mother would leave for work before she got up, so she wasn’t worried about her seeing the injuries. She could probably get some makeup from Amity at the end of the day tomorrow, if she sucked up enough.

God, that was a weird thought. Actually getting help from Amity Blight.

Luz looked down at her bandaged hands as she walked to her house, turning them over like she was looking for flaws. She paused at the front door and raised her head, thinking.

Alright, maybe Amity wasn’t so bad.

But this absolutely, positively, did not mean she liked her.

Not in the slightest.

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