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discofama · 4 months

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I love how comfortable Adam and Lute are around each other.

I mean, look at this

So they're casually together during the extermination, much like how friends gravitate towards each other when in an event even if they're not talking or doing anything, just because it feels easier than being alone. Or perhaps Lute flew closer because she saw the huge war machine approaching Adam and got a little worried.

Charlie and Vaggie are going to attack them, and look at what they do:

Despite being Adam the one closer to Vaggie, he doesn't move an inch. They don't say anything (besides the shit talk) and Adam doesn't even look at her, he expects Lute will take care of Vaggie with no order from him, even if he's closer.

Obviously Adam is confident and doesn't think Vaggie can hurt him at all, but he clearly trusts Lute to get her out of the way. He probably knows how bloodthirsty Lute is for Vaggie and lets her have her without a word, and Lute complies, again, without a word, leaving him to handle the strongest of the enemies at that moment (Charlie).

So in this second, Adam and Lute communicated in silence. Adam didn't move and trusted her to cut in even if it was him the one under attack, and finally Lute trusted him to handle Charlie so she could fight Vaggie, as she didn't seem worried at all of the possibility of Charlie coming to protect her girlfriend.

They're in harmony. They're just natural together.

He lets her grab him like this and is willing to listen to her. It's clear he respects her and deep down appreciates that she'll keep him from doing something stupid, even if he whines.

She also climbs him? Lol. (Look at how she holds onto his arm 🥹 she's super comfortable with touching him!)

They're always hyping each other up, like in their songs:

(Look at Lute's smug face here 👇, she's sooo satisfied with what Adam's saying)

I honestly believe that they kinda make each other worse, that neither of them would be SO mean all the time if they didn't have the other: a companion who is always backing them up, who agrees on any crap that comes out of their mouth (Lute lets him talk shit about random women and nods, Adam goes along with Lute's homophobia despite seeming to not care that much about homosexuals).

Many portray Lute being a lot smarter than Adam, but I think they're both dumbasses. I mean, we laugh at Adam for saying he never made a mistake in his fucking life, but it was Lute who first stated angels don't make mistakes, somehow keeping a serious face. I think Lute seems smart because she's more quiet and cares about the rules, but she doesn't do logic very well either and can be impulsive too, as shown in the end of ep. 1.

They're probably each other's best/only friend, because they're just so unlikeable. And it makes sense they'd deeply care for one another. They care about that person that stands them and agrees with them and actually enjoys being with them. They're always seen together, hanging out even off duty. They clearly have a lot of fun.

I'll be honest. I ship GuitarSpear, I love it, but I don't know if I want it to be canon for 2 reasons:

1. Lute might be a lesbian.

She is so repulsed by homosexuals that it feels personal. Talking about how disgusting and blasphemous Charlie and Vaggie's love is, or how many cocks were in Angel's mouth and calling him a whore. She cares too much about it for it to not be personal, and I think it makes sense that she'd be a closet lesbian with a shit ton of internalized homophobia. She probably knew about Vaggie's sexuality and held a lot of resentment towards her before tearing off her wings. Maybe she was even attracted to her and was so repulsed about it that she redirected her self-hatred to Vaggie.

2. I think it could be better for Adam's character.

Let's just think about it. This character has a very distorted view of women, he has a fixation on them and hypersexualizes them. So the idea of this horny man, who always sees women with sex colored glasses, being good friends with a hot female below him in the hierarchy with no sexual or romantic interest whatsoever is nice to me. It'd work as sort of a redeeming quality in regards of his relationship with women, and I personally think this man is very redeemable. Let's hope he gets a second chance!

Still! All of this trust and comfort and team feelings can be read as romantic and I certainly wouldn't mind if it becomes canon! They could be the best villain couple!

Summarizing, these two are soulmates, end of the story. They're worse together, but also probably provide the other of a very needed company.

I have no clue if Adam will actually come back, but if he doesn't, I'll feel very bad for Lute. Yeah, yeah, she's an evil bitch, I don't care.

#sorry if the way i write isn't very sophisticated #english is my second language 👉👈#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel adam #analysis #guitarspear

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destieltropecollection · 1 month

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 1: Angst with a happy ending

,,Me too." | @tami-ryver

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1,748

Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Case Fic, Hunt Gone Wrong, Werewolves, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Sam Winchester, Major Character Injury, Hurt Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel's Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angelic Grace (Supernatural), AngstAngst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Blood, Fictober 2023

Summary: The silence is unbearable. Not even insects can be heard in the darkness, not even moon shines down on their path. The only source of light they have are the flashlights they took from the Impala. Armed with silver knives and the demon knife, they walk deep in the darkness of the forest, in search of the place where the massacre took place.

I Want You to Know That I'm Awake (I Hope That You're Asleep) | @starstiels

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2,192

Main Tags/Warnings: depressed!dean (heavily implied), post-canon, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort, first kiss, selectively mute dean, mental health issues, panic attack

Summary: Dean Winchester wants to cry. He wants to scream and yell and sob until his lungs give out and his eyes sting like needles.

The Covert Identity (WIP) | @rowanspn

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4,623 (22,561 updated)

Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, FBI Agent Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Sam Winchester, Florist Castiel (Supernatural), Crime Boss Lucifer (Supernatural), Kid Fic, Kid Jack Kline, Blood and Violence, Graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Dean Winchester loves his job; working as a secret agent has its perks. There is nothing quite like the thrill of saving people and hunting down criminals. And with his baby brother Sammy at his side, it’s a family business. However, when he and Sam are assigned to the case of Lucien Shurley, a suspected crime lord with a rap sheet a mile long, Dean’s semi-predictable life takes a turn for the unprecedented and over complicated. He and Sam must go undercover to investigate Lucien’s own family, his brothers Gabriel and Castiel, and his young son, Jack, to find out just how involved they truly are. As the stakes rise and the body count follows, it is up to Sam and Dean to solve the greatest mystery of their careers; who is Castiel Novak and what does he know?

he's gonna take my files | @autisticandroids

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,191

Main Tags/Warnings: Dean Saves Cas from the Empty, Afterlife, Triangulation of Desire, Memories, Trauma, Hurt Cas, Canon Divergent, Canon Remix, Warnings in Author's Note

Summary: Dean goes to the Empty, where Cas is floating through his memories.

when doves cry | @watchinghimrakeleaves

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 6,821

Main Tags/Warnings: Human Castiel, Season/Series 09, Not Canon Compliant, Winchester Coping Mechanisms, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: When Dean asks Cas to leave the bunker, all he can do is hope that the fallen angel is safe and doing okay. But when he reaches out to Cas to check in, he's surprised by the anger he's met with. Forced to consider whether or not he made the right call, Dean must reckon with how to fix things between him and the man he worries he may have lost forever.

Forest Fever | @amaranthhiding

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8,586

Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Post-Ep 12x10, Monster of the Week, Hallucinations, Injured Castiel, Protective Dean, (Emotional) Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Sex, Praying, Angel Grace, Humor (mostly in the epilogue)

Summary: After the crushing events of episode 12x10 "Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets", Castiel is low on grace and morale. In an attempt to restore at least one of these two, Sam and Dean take him on a hunt. Things start going wrong when Sam gets injured and Cas seemingly disappears. They get worse when Dean turns from hunter to prey for something feeling far more at home in this dark, rainy forest than he does.

Send Me a Postcard | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 10,387

Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel is Saved from the Empty, First Kiss, References to Depression, Bisexual Dean Winchester

Summary: Shortly after his rescue from the Empty, Cas hits the road late one night without telling anyone he's leaving. Two weeks later, a postcard arrives for Dean.

whisper your name without making a noise | @deancaskiss

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 12,577

Main Tags/Warnings: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Muteness, Mute Dean Winchester, traumatic mutism, Mutism, Major Character Undeath, Dean Winchester to the Rescue, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel, Pining, POV Dean Winchester, Kissing, Boys Kissing, French Kissing, Rough Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Romance, Drinking to Cope, Drinking Alcohol, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Getting Together, Dean Winchester is Not Okay, Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Post-Season/Series 15, Fix-It, Character Death Fix, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Castiel/Dean Winchester UST, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Castiel, The Empty (Supernatural), the handprint, Dean Winchester's Jacket

Summary: Losing Cas to the Empty felt like Dean was losing a piece of himself. I love you, Cas had said; and then he was gone before Dean got the chance to tell Cas how he felt. But Cas might have taken more than just Dean’s heart when the Empty ripped him away. Cas is gone, and so is Dean’s voice. Traumatic mutism: according to Sam and Eileen, Dean had been through a traumatic experience losing Cas and now he was mute. So, Eileen taught Dean sign language, and Sam bought notebooks for Dean to write out his thoughts. But Dean never stopped aching for Cas; praying to him every day and searching for a way to bring Cas home. When Dean finds a way into Empty, it’s a fight like he’s never fought before. Scream, Dean, scream, the Empty taunts. But Dean can’t stop until he’s rescued Cas, kissed his angel breathless, and told Cas the truth about how he feels—voice or no voice.

Taking one for the team | @artichokegarden

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 16,846

Main Tags/Warnings: Case Fic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Stanford Era, Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Dubious Consent, Voyeurism, Kink Negotiation, Kink Discovery, Praise Kink, BDSM, Spanking, Whipping, Bath Sex, Hair Washing, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Abusive John Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, POV Castiel, Angst with a Happy Ending, Porn with Feelings

Summary: Cas blinked slowly. “Your father sent you to his friend’s sex club as bait for a sex monster. And you want me to find your lost memories of this for you?”

“Don’t you start, Cas. We need to find out what happened, or those women are as good as dead. If I wanted to listen to a load of crap about dad’s parenting choices, I’d have told all this to Sam in the first place, instead of biting his head off for asking. Let’s just agree he wasn’t winning father of the year for this one and let it go, okay?”

When women start going missing from sex clubs, Cas investigates Dean's memories of a Stanford-Era case and finds some secrets there that could help their relationship in the present.

this bitter nightcall | @abi-cosmos

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 32,514

Main Tags/Warnings: Djinn curse, Jealous Dean Winchester, Hallucinations, Unreliable narrator, Heavy angst, Implied Castiel/Mick Davies, Inappropriate smut, Dean doesn't know what's real, Love confessions, Post-season 12, Very brief almost major character death, Hurt/Comfort, Case fic, True love's kiss

Summary: Dean gets touched by a djinn, but it's all cool. Or, is it?

Forced to confront his desires, Dean's grip on reality slips. Leaving Castiel, Sam, and Mick Davies trying to find a way to save him before it’s too late.

If only they knew that the cure is right in front of them.

Gracefully Yours, Always | @thefandomsinhalor

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 39,815

Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent, Episode: S09E10, Hurt Castiel, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Temporary Blindness, Angelic Grace, Hurt Dean

Summary: As Dean hopelessly waits for Gadreel and Crowley to be expelled from Sam’s body, he and Castiel are unexpectedly ambushed by Malachi and the remainder of his soldiers, seeking retribution for what Castiel has done to his faction. Because Castiel gets gravely injured in the fight, Dean resists the urge to isolate himself, and instead returns to the bunker with his friend and Sam, determined to put an end to the fallen angel madness, and also, perhaps, try to understand why, after everything he’s done, Castiel still stands by his side.

Still Waters Run Deep | @thisisapaige

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 41,168

Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent After s15e09 The Trap, Hurt/Comfort, Mute Castiel, Mark of Cain, Aquaphobia, Claustrophobia, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester

Summary: In the darkest depths of the ocean, sealed into the ma'lak box with Chuck trapped behind the Mark, Castiel loses the battle against God's rage. When Sam and Dean find Castiel on a dark patch of highway— the Mark missing and his grace weak— he cannot speak.

It rains. It rains and it rains and it rains. It is a Great Flood.

In order to stop God, save the world, and resolve the issues simmering between them for years, Castiel and Dean need to communicate.

Perhaps they should build an ark instead.

When I Knew You | @friendofcarlotta

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 54,272

Main Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Time Travel, Bartender Dean Winchester, Editor Castiel, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Incorrect Science, Social Anxiety, Sharing a Bed

Summary: Shortly after moving into his new house, Dean Winchester finds a strange, flickering light in the middle of his living room. When he touches it, he’s transported two years into the past, to the days when a man named Castiel Novak lived in the house.

Dean’s own time pulls him back eventually, but the gateway to the past keeps appearing, and Dean keeps visiting Cas — sometimes for minutes, sometimes for hours. They soon fall in love, but there is no possible future for them, for one simple reason: in a few weeks, Cas is supposed to die.

As the date of Cas’ death draws closer, will Dean be able to save his life? And if he does… will the two of them find a way to be together in the same time?

On the flip side | Joysprings (AO3)

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 64,357

Main Tags/Warnings: Lgbtq, Polyamorous characters, Blood and Injury, Time Jumps, Neurodivergence, Autistic Castiel, Emotional Abuse, Pilot Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, Grief and Mourning, Temporary Character Death, Domestic Destiel, Dean and Cas are dad's, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending I Promise,

Summary: A little over a year after airforce test pilot Dean Winchester's plane crashes and goes missing, its finally found. Castiel Winchester, Dean's widowed husband reflects on his grief and his memory re visits the most significant points of their relationship throughout their time together and how they shaped the present. The whole family is left to deal with the resurfaced trauma from the initial accident, and will finally learn about what truly happened, uncovering new and unexpected answers. This is their journey.

(Story will alternate chapters from the present to past time stamps)

the weight of your bones | Chi_Yagami (Ao3)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 66,780

Main Tags/Warnings: afterlife, soulmates (sort of), canon divergent, hunter Dean Winchester, human Castiel, kid Jack Kline, angst with a happy ending, touch-starved, flashbacks/discussions of death, panic attacks

Summary: After rescuing his brother's fiancée from a house fire he doesn't survive, Dean Winchester finds himself in Heaven. He's immediately suspicious—after all, with everything he's done during his time on Earth... there's no way he deserves to be here. He lives in a beautiful neighborhood right down the street from his parents, in an amazing house that he shares with his new soulmate, Cas—a man Dean's never even met. Despite Dean's best efforts to keep his distance, Cas seems determined to make their new relationship work in the afterlife.

However, Cas doesn't understand... he isn't aware of Dean's past. Cas doesn't know that all Dean's good for is destroying relationships and ganking monsters. Cas doesn't know that Dean once got an innocent civilian killed on a case, doesn't know of the cave that haunts Dean's dreams. People are made of memories they bury or live by, and Dean chose to bury his a long time ago.

But as Cas chips away at Dean's resistance... the once-forgotten bones begin to surface.

When Tomorow Comes | @teeparadigm67

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 78,994

Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Season 15 rewrite, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Angst, Lots of Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty (kind of), Dean Winchester is Protective of Castiel, Dean Winchester is Saved, First Time, Castiel Saves Dean Winchester, Love Confessions, Castiel's Loss of Angelic Grace, Dean Winchester in the Empty, First Kiss, The World is Saved, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dean Winchester's Taste in Music, Sharing a Bed, Frottage, Men of Letters Bunker, Castiel/Dean Winchester in the Men of Letters Bunker, Happy Ending, Alternate Season/Series 15, Season/Series 15

Summary: When hunting for the Leviathan blossom, Castiel gets taken. Tired, desperate and wanting to tell him all the things left unsaid before it’s too late, Dean prays to him. But he realises... standing there, in the grey hellish landscape, the portal home flickering just beside them with seconds left on the timer, they're already were too late.

Running himself ragged fuelled solely by caffeine, whisky, and that trademark Winchester determination, he will find a way to stop Chuck and to save Cas. However, this isn't the blaze of glory Dean had always envisioned going out in. But, deep down, he would go out swinging to save a loved one. Those bright shining penetrating tear-soaked eyes are the last thing he sees before his vision is marred, the desperate plea of his name dampened by the black ooze filling his eardrums as the essence of the Empty wraps around him and pulls him pulled from existence into the dark.

All because of that simple prayer, the ending Chuck had always planned was rewritten.

The Unbroken | @casblackfeathers

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 126,551

Main Tags/Warnings: zombie apocalypse, bed sharing, hurt and comfort, angel castiel, protective dean, soft dean, endverse, bamf castiel, bottom dean

Summary: Dean’s life had been made of running. He ran from a curse that had desolated his life ever since he was a child — whenever he got hurt, he turned into a goddamn human-torch, killing everyone around him — and he ran from himself and his own self-loathing.

But managing all that at the end of a world full of Croats lurking around every corner was easier said than done.

Until a mysterious man with tousled dark hair paired with blue eyes as clear as the sky during a hot summer’s day stopped him from free falling, literally. In one fell swoop, the stranger had not only saved his life but also calmed the wildfire threatening to burn everything in its wake.

There was something about Castiel that made Dean want to stop running but also hid something darker — something Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on. And between soft, pillowy lips and feather-like fingerprints, Cas could very well shatter Dean’s world and maybe help save the whole world in return.

Fortunate Son (WIP) | @friendofcarlotta

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 128,610

Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - 1960s, Vietnam War, Character Death (but no MCD), Blood and Injury, Counterculture, Recreational Drug Use, Mutual Pining, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Period-Typical Homophobia, Coming Out, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Getting Back Together, Suicidal Thoughts

Summary: The year is 1966, the place is Kansas, and Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are falling in love. But with Castiel under the thumb of his conservative parents and Dean set to ship out to Vietnam, there is no possible future for them.

As Castiel’s life turns upside down and the hell of Vietnam threatens to swallow Dean’s soul, it will take everything they have to find their way back to each other. But some things are worth waiting — and fighting — for.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2024 #angst with a happy ending #destiel #fanfic #supernatural

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thepenguinwriter · 3 months

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°• The main cast + Lucifer ♡ Wholesome Lust •°

°• Fem!succubus!reader •°

~ Contains; fem!succubus!reader (obv), spoilers for ep 6 (at Vaggie's part), vague mention of Valentino, mention of depression, wholesomeness, all relationships platonic except for Lucifer's

~ All gifs from @/atttwoood (except for the Lucifer one)

~ Small tw; possible eyestrain/bright colours for the gifs

°• Charlie •°

- ♡ She's absolutely DELIGHTED to meet another hellborn

- ♡ Especially someone from a different ring

- ♡ She may be the Princess of Hell but she, surprisingly, doesn't travel her realm much

- ♡ She loves hearing about your culture, which is why you often end up telling her stories

- ♡ And we know demons from Lust are the only ones who have Asmodean crystals and are able to traverse to the human realm

- ♡ When she finds out, she squeals and begs to hear tales about what life on Earth is like

- ♡ She knows nothing at all about it apart from the tales of creation, but that is not much

- ♡ You don't believe hellborn demons can be redeemed, but you stay at the hotel. For her sake.

°• Vaggie •°

- ◇ Oh boy, was she MAD when you showed up at the hotel

- ◇ She's a fallen angel, she knows jackshit about different culture in Hell, so she is absolutely confused when you tell her you were born in Hell

- ◇ She thought Charlie was special for that??

- ◇ You explain that you're a succubus, to which she can only become more defensive

- ◇ All she's heard of your kind were dreadful stories about you sucking life out of men in their sleep, or something along those lines..

- ◇ She only agrees to let you in after her dearest, Charlie convinces her

- ◇ It was after a stressful day when you were both alone in the hotel parlor, sitting in silence

- ◇ You were fidgeting with a strange ring so she asked you about it

°• "Oh, this? It's an Asmodean Crystal!" •°

- ◇ After the confusion for her wore off you explained to her what they were for, and she listened in stunned silence

- ◇ A demon able to go to the living world? How is that even possible?!

- ◇ Whenever you return from a visit to the human world, you always bring her a small trinket

- ◇ She coos quietly and gives you a hug. She hates to admit it, but she's warmes up to you.

°• Angel Dust •°

- ♡ The first thing that caught his attention was the fact that you were from the Lust ring

- ♡ He immediately started questioning you about what it's like there

- ♡ Given his circumstances with Val, he was shocked to hear how nice you described it

- ♡ He always jokes with you about him actually belonging there, but he really does wish he could go with you for a visit

- ♡ But of course, sinners are stuck in the Pride ring. Bummer.

- ♡ You always make sure to bring him something from your home ring though if you visit

- ♡ A little knick-knack, if you will

- ♡ He's even more intrigued when you tell him about the Asmodean Crystals

- ♡ He pesters you with questions constantly about how the world is currently going

- ♡ You can't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

°• Alastor •°

- ♤ Oh, what's this? A hellborn demon?

- ♤ He is INTRIGUED

- ♤ He isn't a big conversation starter, so he only ever talks to you when you come to him

- ♤ But he enjoys your company quite a lot, actually

- ♤ He, like Charlie, loves hearing about your culture and myths surrounding it

- ♤ He isn't really interested in the Lust ring itself, but you make it sound so good it's hard not to listen

- ♤ One morning he invites you to drink tea with him

- ♤ It was then that he noticed your unusual ring and asked about it

- ♤ When I tell you he is fascinated, I'm understating it

- ♤ But he isn't interested in prying about the living world like Angel

- ♤ In his opinion, technology has ruined many things already

- ♤ You roll your eyes a bit at his dramatic speech, but a smile is plastered on your face.

°• Husk •°

- ♤ In all honesty, he does not care a single bit about where you came from

- ♤ As long as you don't bother him, you're alright in his book

- ♤ You often come to the bar and talk to him, which is why he knows so much about you against his will

- ♤ You absolutely tell him embarrasing things you've seen humans do while drunk

- ♤ You might even try seducing him if you're really wasted, but he shuts that off quickly

- ♤ He starts seeing a lot of similarities between you and Angel

- ♤ You're basically the more mentally stable version

- ♤ He doesn't pry about your life at all

- ♤ He's just glad to have a... somewhat stable drinking buddy

°• Niffty •°

- ◇ Niffty's just a clueless chaotic gremlin

- ◇ She's very curious and asks a lot of questions, but you bet your ass when you start answering, if she sees a bug she will run off without hesitation

- ◇ Girlie's attention span doesn't exist

- ◇ She's trying, but she can't help it

- ◇ But one thing that REALLY interests her is your weird, shiny ring...

- ◇ The whole time you're telling her about it, she's staring at it with the BIGGEST sparkling eyes

- ◇ She keeps it safe from the other residents because she views it as such a special thing

- ◇ She's CONSTANTLY cleaning it too, to keep it bright and shiny!

°• Sir Pentious •°

- ◇ To be honest, he's been here for such a long time and he's still SO DAMN CLUELESS about everything

- ◇ He's so interested when you tell him you're from the Lust ring

- ◇ Mostly because he has literally no idea what you're talking about

- ◇ You tell him everything and you see his gaze gradually lighting up more and more until they're as bright as christmas lights

- ◇ He probably did not notice your crystal ring at all actually

- ◇ But after you explain it, he can't talk about anything else

- ◇ He CONSTANTLY, and I do mean constantly, pesters you with questions about the Lust ring, the human world, being a succubus, etc. In his own awkward way

- ◇ Man is so awkward he just does not know when to stop

- ◇ You're so interesting to him, he cherishes you more than anyone else.

°• Lucifer •°

- ☆ Lucifer never thought he'd find love again

- ☆ Especially from someone who's hellborn

- ☆ But here you were - a simple succubus, sweeping the King of Hell off his feet

- ☆ He could only hope his second wife wouldn't leave him like Lilith...

- ☆ You, surprising to him, are very understanding regarding his trauma and depression

- ☆ Hearing you talk enthusiastically about your home ring always brings the biggest smile onto his face

- ☆ Meeting your new step-daughter was quite awkward at first, but you got along surprisingly well

- ☆ You take him to visit the Lust ring on special occasions

- ☆ He is always amazed, no doubt

- ☆ For a long time, he thought all of Hell was a mistake, all his fault

- ☆ But ever since he met you, he's glad he offered the apple to Eve.

Hello my dear readers! I tried a new format, what do yall think? 👀 anyway this took me SO long, like literally 3 hours or smth so. Hope u enjoy!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #hazbin x reader #charlie x reader #vaggie x reader #angel dust x reader #alastor x reader #husk x reader #niffty x reader #sir pentious x reader #lucifer x reader #x reader

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the-song-of-avernus · 6 months

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i've always been curious how to watch River's episodes of Doctor Who in order from *her* perspective

and it is exactly as twisted and knotty as you'd think:

For anyone curious (and def not recommended if you haven't already watched these eps at least once): Spoilers ahead.

A Good Man Goes to War (Baby Scenes) (s6e7)

Impossible Astronaut (little kid scenes) (s6e1)

Day of the Moon (kid scenes) (s6e2)

Let's Kill Hitler (s6e8)

Closing Time (s6e12)

The Wedding of River Song (most of it) (s6e13)

A Good Man Goes to War (Adult River scenes) (s6e7)

Impossible Astronaut (Adult River scenes) (s6e1)

Day of the Moon (Adult River scenes) (s6e2)

The Pandorica Opens (s5e12)

Big Bang (S5e13)

The Time of Angels (s5e04)

Flesh and Stone (s5e05)

The Wedding of River Song (s6e13) (garden scene only)

The Angels Take Manhattan (s7e05)

The Husbands of River Song (2015 Christmas, Listed with S8 on stream)

Silence in the Library (s4e08)

Forest of the Dead (s4e09)

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#river song #doctor who #alex kingston #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #silence in the library #tardis #spoilers #hello sweetie

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 11 months

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In ep 6, right after Aziraphale asks if the Great Plan is also the Ineffable Plan, Crowley seems to realize something and says “You don’t know.” Maybe I’m missing something obvious, but…wtf does this mean?? I’ve watched the show twice through and I still don’t know lmao. Thanks!! :)

Hiya! :) Crowley realizes that they don't actually know what God's plan is, so they can with Aziraphale bullshit them to go away :D (like... oh you thought that the Great Plan about War is the thing? oh no, actually the Ineffable Plan is and it means something different...), in the book there is:

"Excuse me," said the angel.

The trio looked at him.

"This Great Plan," he said, "this would be the ineffable Plan, would it?"

There was a moment's silence.

"It's the Great Plan," said the Metatron flatly. "You are well aware. There shall be a world lasting six thousand years and it will conclude with—"

"Yes, yes, that's the Great Plan all right," said Aziraphale. He spoke politely and respectfully, but with the air of one who has just asked an unwelcome question at a political meeting and won't go away until he gets an answer. "I was just asking if it's ineffable as well. I just want to be clear on this point."

"It doesn't matter!" snapped the Metatron. "It's the same thing, surely!"

Surely? thought Crowley. They don't actually know. He started to grin like an idiot.

"So you're not one hundred percent clear on this?" said Aziraphale.

"It's not given to us to understand the ineffable Plan," said the Metatron, "but of course the Great Plan—"

"But the Great Plan can only be a tiny part of the overall ineffability," said Crowley. "You can't be certain that what's happening right now isn't exactly right, from an ineffable point of view."

"It izz written!" bellowed Beelzebub.

"But it might be written differently somewhere else," said Crowley.

"Where you can't read it."

"In bigger letters," said Aziraphale.

"Underlined," Crowley added.

"Twice," suggested Aziraphale.

"Perhaps this isn't just a test of the world," said Crowley. "It might be a test of you people, too. Hmm?"

"God does not play games with His loyal servants," said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice.

"Whoop-eee," said Crowley. "Where have you been?"

#good omens #good omens book #book excerpt #ineffable plan #great plant #ep6 #6i8

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babiestbubbles · 3 months

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Huskerdust Drabble

AU where they start dating after ep 4!!

Angel is terrified of ruining his first good relationship so he tries SO hard to be easy to love Meanwhile husk absolutely adores him, flaws and all, and just wants to understand his partner better and be there for him So he constantly tries to get Angel to talk After a couple drinks, or during late nights, or after nightmares. He's always there, he's always listening, and he always wants to help. But he never gets very far, because Angel is just so terrified of being too broken for him And so one night, Husk is walking to their shared room to turn in for the night. He hasn't spoken to Angel all night, Angel came home from work and walked straight past the bar and to their room without a word. And so Husk is like, trudging back to their room all sad mopey wet cat-like. (Yk, his natural state.) And he hears Angel crying and, rushes inside and is like, "Are you okay, what's going on?"

And Angel's like "Husk! Oh shit. No, I'm fine. It's fine" and he's wiping away tears and like, sniffling, insisting he's fine. And Husk is like, "But you don't have to be. I'm here for you. I WANT to be here for you. I want to help. Talk to me. Tell me what's going on?"

And Angel's like, "You've got enough on your plate already. I don't want you to have to take care of me on top of that. Worry about yourself first. Really, I'm okay. Everything's fine, just a hard day at work"

And Husk goes "This IS me worrying about myself. i don't have anything else in my life nearly as important to me as you. I hate seeing you like this, so upset. It upsets me too…" and he's like, reaching out his hand as he's talking going to hold Angel

But when Angel hears him say that, he pulls back and interrupts and goes "WHAT? NO! Please, it's fine. I'M fine. Don't be upset. There's nothing to worry about. Everything's fine…" And Husk just loses it and goes, "I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I may have a hell of a lot of patience, but even I have my limits. I'm trying to HELP Angel. I CARE ABOUT YOU. And all you ever seem to do is push me away…" And Angel interrupts and is like, "I just- Don't wanna be too much for ya. I've never done this before. i've never had this before. I don’t know what to do with it? I don't wanna be too hard to love- " And Husk is absolutely infuriated by the idea that Angel can't see that he could Never be too much. That Husk would destroy himself entirely for Angel. He loses himself in his anger. "You can't keep pushing people away, they're only willing to push back so many times. I can take the nightmares. I can take the crying. I can take the lashing out and the flashbacks and Fuck I can understand the addiction. What I can't take is you lying. Hiding it. Acting like you're fine all the time. And pushing away the only person in this goddamned hotel who cares about you." There's a beat of silence, filled only with Angel's sniffling, and ended by a heavy sigh from Husk. "You know what Angel? Maybe you were right. Maybe you are too hard to love." And he turns around. And leaves.

#hazbin hotel #fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel angst #angst #huskerdust #husker hazbin hotel #angeldust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fandom #husker x angel dust #huskerdust angst #angel dusk #angelhusk

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arcielee · 2 months

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lost in a haze

Summary: Alastor isn't sure what to make of Lucifer. Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor Word Count: 2.3k+ Warnings: m/m, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, fingering, spit as lube to start, unprotected bathroom sex, Lucifer is a fucking top let's be fr Author's Note: Banner artwork credit! Thank you my darling @fallingintoyourlilaceyes for reading this over for me 💜 and thank you to Hozier for your EP that always provides me fic titles. This is my first every attempt at a m/m fic. This idea has been rattling in my brain since I watched the show. I hope you enjoy!

Alastor was panting in the steam-filled bathroom. His one hand was pressed flat to the marble that only the King of Hell would surely have tiled from floor to ceiling, while his other pumped the length of his cock, swollen and aching. But it was a fruitless chase to mollify what had settled into the pit of his stomach, nesting behind the stitches that now lined across his abdomen and gnawing at his organs.

And it all started several days earlier when he first woke up in an unrecognizable room. There had been a knock at the door and Lucifer walked in. He did not have that narrowed expression sneered across, but seemed more bright, more apathetic as he looked Alastor over.

It was this look that began an unease that started to mull beneath.

Lucifer was holding a tray and watched as the Imp that trailed behind him placed a pillow across Alastor’s lap. “Your breakfast,” he almost chirped, placing it on top of the pillow to balance. “I wasn’t sure what you would be in the mood for, so I just went with a classic Eggs Benedict with some potatoes and sausage patties.”

It felt surreal. The warmth seeping into his lap was pleasant, the savory smells of the meal prepared caused his hunger to rumble with a ferocity that throbbed his sutures. Alastor tipped his chin down to see how they ran diagonal from his chest to his hip. “What happened?”

He could remember his staggered steps back into the broken radio tower, his wheezing to try and regain his breath, and his fumbling attempts for supplies to try and staunch his bleeding. And then nothing, but this was where Lucifer began. He detailed how he followed the trail of blood, how it was slick on the floors. He continued how he found Alastor closer to a second death than life, and ended with the heroic return home so he could tend to him.

Alastor could only stare and a silence settled over as he processed these words. He thought back to the animosity that burned from the devil with their first meet up in the hotel lobby. It now seemed somewhat comical in comparison to the almost sheepish display he was showing now.

It prickled his nerves, the unease now coursing through his veins.

“There was some concern at first, since it was an injury from an angelic weapon and all, but you seem to be healing up nicely,” Lucifer added with an almost shy smile.

There was the low gurgle of his stomach that punctuated his quiet.

Lucifer blinked. “I’ll, uh, just leave you to eat then.” He shifted and something twisted across his face; he didn’t say anything and just left Alastor alone.

The unease remained, a slow curdle of emotions that braised beneath and rattled his bones. As the days passed, it pulled at him, aimless but wanting. This persistent bedevilment carried with his steps, flaring hotly with every awkward interaction he shared with Lucifer.

The devil, however, seemed unaffected.

Alastor truly began to study him, noticing how Lucifer tailored to his lithe figure that was always complementing his trimmed waist. His proximity was a prickly heat, amplified whenever Lucifer caught him staring. Alastor struggled to digest those moments whenever Lucifer would look him over with the slow draw of his eyes, his lips hinting but never committing to a smile.

And he would just go, leaving Alastor with his presence that lingered behind, thickening the air around him.

Now he stood beneath the water for so long it almost felt cool against his heated skin. Alastor let out a wet sigh that echoed off the walls before shutting off the water, pressing his brow to the marble. There was another hefty exhale as the unwelcomed weight settled back into his core.

He understood that his only escape would be to return back to the hotel, to leave this accursed place and its smirking-fucking-owner.

Alastor stepped from the shower,trying to ignore the heavy sway between his slender thighs. He dried off before tucking the towel high around his waist, positioning his flushed cock upright and against his stomach.

There was a knock and water droplets fell as his ears flattened back.

“Come in,” he said without a second thought to his current indecency.

It was fucking Lucifer–as he should come to expect by now. He wore his idea of casual wear, dark slacks and a white collared shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. There was a few buttons undone that hinted to his smooth, pale planes of his chest beneath, and his blond hair was tousled back.

Alastor gripped his towel, twisting his shame away and facing the mirror. His palm reached to wipe away the steam and saw that Lucifer was watching him.

But if he noticed anything, he gave no indication. Instead he said that breakfast was ready.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Alastor could feel his blood, hot and thick, coursing through him and rising to the surface. His eyes narrowed on Lucifer in the fogged reflection. “I am almost done here.”

The silence they often shared returned thick, mixing in the steamy air that surrounded them. Lucifer frowned, stepping fully into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Alastor’s ears perked, his careful watch of the scrutinous gaze as the devil looked him over. He hoped the remaining pink from his shower masked how his blood was now simmering beneath his skin.

“I said I’ll be done in a moment,” his tone clipped, his hostility clutched as tight as the towel wrapped around his slender waist like a summoned guard against Lucifer.

He was unfazed, allowing another pregnant pause before he finally spoke. “Thank you.”

Alastor blinked. “I didn’t say anything–”

“Oh, I know,” he cut through, stepping closer, his scrutinous gaze peering over his shoulder into the mirror, “I was helping you find the actual words that you should be saying.”

Alastor frowned, his eyes narrowing onto the reflection. “May I remind you that I never asked you to rescue me.”

“You would not have been able to,” he retorted, his tone hot, “you were barely responsive when I fucking found you.”

Alastor turned to face him, but whatever rebuttal he had caught in his throat. He realized that Lucifer was close, and he noticed the tensity of how his eyes bore through him. The steam that had yet dissipated enriched the rosiness of his alabaster cheeks and his eyes shone bold.

It felt as if the bathroom were deflating around him, the walls pressing in.

“How about whenever you finally do something I consider worthwhile,” Alastor rasped, his pride forcing the words from him, “I will then make sure to say thank you.”

He was testing to see if the demon that thrummed beneath his tailored fits would surface, would erupt to tear open his healing wound. But instead his signature smirk curled onto his lips and he stepped closer, his hand pressing to feel Alastor.

His touch bolted the length of Alastor’s spine and he hunched over, choking on a gasp from the abrasive hand. Lucifer moved even closer, relishing the throbbing against his palm through the damp fabric. His brow arched. “Then allow me to do something worthwhile.”

Alastor felt outside of his body as he watched his towel puddle around his feet. The edge of the countertop was cold and dug into his backside as he fell back to balance the weight of Lucifer’s hands pressing onto his thighs. His tension churning was aboiled as the devil sank to his knees, the unfurled trepidation as Lucifer’s jaw unhinged to swallow him.

The salacious pace set by Lucifer’s forked tongue tasting him pulled every thought from his mind. He let out a gasp when Lucifer pulled back to lick his palm, wrapping it around the base and stroking in tandem with his mouth. The devil sucked to savor, but with a determination that pulled a low groan from the back of Alastor’s throat; he gasped again from the vibration of Lucifer in response.

He could not catch his breath, the fellatio pulling him upwards to an unknown peak and bolting past, a teasing teetering on a ledge of pleasure that was coiling tight at the base of his spine. The lewd sounds filled the small space and Alastor was close, so painfully close.

His cock was throbbing and then it stopped. Alastor opened his eyes, dazed, dilated, a desperate search only to see the smug satisfaction that now played on Lucifer’s face.

Lucifer pulled himself upright, his lips swollen and glossy from his spit, and his hands moved to Alastor’s narrow waist, lifting him enough to sit on top of the counter. He pushed apart his thighs, spitting on his palm again before his hand returned to a languid pace up and down Alastor’s flushed cock.

Alastor swore his teeth would crack with his suppressed groan, his head falling back against the mirror with a dull thud. He did not see how Lucifer licked his fingers, but felt his hand drop lower, searching. Alastor shuddered from the tentative touch, the slow circle drawn that sparked a new pleasure that licked up his spine.

Lucifer was coy. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck you,” but the venom he tried for only stammered from his lips.

Lucifer hummed with a sly smile and hooded eyes. He moved until he was pressed against Alastor’s bare chest, tilting his head to bite the slope of his neck. “Maybe later,” he murmured against his skin, and Alastor could not stop the strangled mewl when a finger curled within him. “But you first.”

The pleasure bolted back down his spine, causing his cock to jerk. Lucifer watched him, his eyes darkening and his smile stretching across his sharp jaw. “I figured you would like this,” he purred. “Are you ready to thank me yet?”

The sound Alastor made was his choking attempt to pull the words from the back of his throat, but he could not think, not with how the blood roared in his ears, not with how his heart was reverberating against his bruised bones.

Lucifer hummed again. “Not quite?” He grinned, pressing another finger into his puckered hole.

Alastor moaned louder, writhing from the touch. Lucifer quickened the pace of his hands, and he felt the delicious pressure bursting from the pit of his stomach, bright with colors and pulsing hotly onto his own stomach.

Alastor felt boneless, almost folding when Lucifer pulled away. He only returned to his body with the sound of the sink, of drawers being rummaged through. He saw the devil’s slacks unbuttoned, the glossy sheen that covered the ridges and veins of his cock, thick and heavy. He knitted his slender waist back between his thighs and Alastor canted his hips, moving closer to the edge.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Lucifer teased him, his lubed fingers touching, lining himself.

He stayed quiet, his jaw tightening as he focused on the blunt prod. Even with the foreplay it was still a tight fit, but Lucifer was artful with gentle thrusts that filled him, sinking into him. His skin prickled with a cold sweat, a shuddered rasp pulled once Lucifer sheathed completely within him.

Lucifer paused once his hips were flushed intimately against the cradle of his hips. He watched a moment before his head tipped up to drag his tongue along the curve of Alastor’s neck, his teeth nipping at his pulse. It was the small sounds that spilled that summoned the demon, a bruising hold on his hips and powerful thrusts that sent hot bolts to the ends of his nerves.

Alastor felt lifeless. His mouth fell open with muted cries as Lucifer pounded mercilessly into him.

“Let me hear you,” Lucifer pulled him upright, his claws dragging down his back, marking him.

Alastor reached and his fingertips bit into his sharp jaw, bringing his lips to touch his own. The kiss was desperate and Lucifer bit him; Alastor groaned from the taste of iron, and again when Lucifer dropped to bite into his chest.

It stirred something deep, something primal within him.

“Give me one more,” Lucifer rasped against his mouth. It was not a request and Alastor felt his cock jerk. “Touch yourself.”

There was another bite where his pulse was pushing against his skin and Alastor arched against him, his heart bruising to the surface. Lucifer’s mouth trailed upwards with heated, wet kisses, and Alastor moved his hand between them, pushing him backwards so his hand could wrap around his hardening cock.

Lucifer smirked, returning to the powerful thrusts that filled, coaxing another thundery groan from Alastor, his hand falling in a rhythm around his cock. It built fast and Alastor swelled, breathless and brimming, the faraway command brought his second release and it stricken his bones, the euphoric coil bursting.

For a second time Alastor could feel the slow return back into his skin, blinking to focus on Lucifer and his salacious grin. The mess made began to spill from him and Alastor burned, pressing his hands to the firm chest peeking beneath the white shirt, pushing until Lucifer slipped from him.

His heady gaze remained. “Fuck breakfast,” Lucifer said, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. “I think I’m going to take a shower.” He seemed roguish, his satisfaction obnoxious. “Care to join me?”

Alastor was still splayed on the counter, life drained and filthy. For a moment he thought to leave, but his movement caused the spend to spill.

So instead he said yes.

“Yes what?”

The devil returned to his teasing tone, but this time it pulled something prurient from Alastor, something he now knew he would no longer try to control. “Yes,” and a moment passed before he decided to play along, “and thank you.”

It was quiet, but it was enough. Lucifer beamed, peeling away his layers and moving back towards the shower. He paused to look over his shoulder, watching with hooded eyes as Alastor pulled himself to follow.

Alastor stared back at him, a sharp grin spreading across his jaw. “After all, it’s my turn now.”

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devilsrecreation · 3 months

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Since the ep is INSPIRED by POTO, I’mma point out the similarities and differences

Similarities/references to POTO:

-There are obvious parodies of the characters in the book/musical. Neema’s obviously the Phantom, Paka kinda has Christine’s role, Nne and Tano are kinda like Madame Giry, and there’s an herbivore with Carlotta’s role. Maybe a wild ass

-Neema pulls very similar stunts Erik pulls, mainly sabotaging performances. But he also has a secret lair in a water cave that he takes Kiburi’s float and Paka

-The Grasslands has a tradition called the “kupiga mpira”, meaning “masquerade ball” where everyone dresses up in costumes. Neema crashes the party lol

-Like Christine, Paka is a (rookie) performer and has a relationship with the Phantom

-I guess you could say both Erik and Neema had a hard life (granted, Neema’s past wasn’t as bad as Erik’s but still) that somehow affected their reputation

-He put Paka to sleep with a soothing melody (AKA he recreates “Music of the Night”)

-“[Why would anyone want to date a strange individual who’s killed people? That just sounds like a toxic relationship.]”-Neema at one point

-The reptiles like to refer to Neema as an “angel of music”

-Tamka brings up “the point of no return”

-Like Erik, Neema kills someone

-One of the reasons he sabotages a show is that a certain spot isn’t left for him. It’s HIS spot, no one else’s

-Neema and Erik both get exposed

-Both phantoms get affection at the end

-Neema’s point of no return is to either quit this double life thing and go back to being in Kiburi’s float or stick to being a phantom and leave his only family permanently. Although Tamka/Nduli think Neema’s gonna give THEM a choice to either join him or he’ll kill everybody, to which Kiburi shuts it down cuz that makes zero sense

Differences:

-There is no operatic singing in the episode. It has singing (the Grasslands are a musical place) but not actual opera. Also there’s no Raoul nor Persian

-While Erik loves/is obsessed with Christine, Neema is aromantic and has no interest in anyone

-Neema does not wear a mask that covers his face (except during the masquerade scene)

-Like I said before, everything between them is platonic and healthy. Though Neema DOES have a soft spot for her. If anything, they’d be QPP’s

-Erik and Neema haunt their respective places for different reasons. Erik does it cuz of his passion for opera and obsession for Christine. Neema honestly just likes the music. The hero thing just comes with it.

-Two things: it was completely platonic and Neema hummed the song since he’s mute and can’t sing. It’s more of a lullaby than a romantic ballad

-Neema isn’t jealous nor possessive. The most he does when he sees Paka with someone else is make sure they don’t hurt her. He’s more protective if anything

-my guy is not a teacher. He’s never taught anyone anything (except maybe how to stand up for yourself)

-As much as I love the scene, it ain’t happening with Neema and Paka. Way too sexual for them (and the episode fic) 😭

-Unlike Erik he killed someone cuz he was hungry, not to sabotage the show. Though everybody else seems to think differently

-He doesn’t kill anyone cuz of it, although he does cause a monkey to interrupt it by scaring him

-While Erik’s face gets exposed during an opera in front of everyone, Neema’s confronted by Kiburi’s float and basically gets exposed then

-Erik gets a kiss while Neema and Paka share a hug and a head pat :)

-Neema’s ending is veeeeeeery different from Erik’s. Neema doesn’t die like in the book nor does he completely quit being a phantom and not see Paka again. He goes back with his float in the end, but he continues to be a Phantom hero in the Grasslands.

There’s a reason Neema kept up the whole “Phantom” act and it kinda has something to do with his past. Neema was raised by strict, but somewhat supportive parents as a hatchling. He never learned to actually talk but his parents convinced him that being quiet was a good thing. “Silence is golden” they’d always say. “Just do as you’re told and they’ll like you”. It was like that for a while until the day he saved that lizard. Being referred to as a “hero” awakened something in him that day. He likes being some mysterious heroic entity, he likes playing with the Grasslanders and telling them what to do, he likes keeping animals on their toes, he likes the music the Grasslands have.

He likes being his own animal.

He’s been following and obeying his leaders all his life. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t necessarily mind it and he loves his friends, but it just feels nice to be someone now that he’s found his passion.

Nne and Tano found out when they got hungry and wanted to try something different rather than a mole rat or trying to eat animals from the Pridelands. They soon found themselves in the Grasslands and just so happened to spot Paka walking around. Just as they cornered her, Neema came out of nowhere, gave Paka a chance to run away, and began to attack the pair…until they recognized him like “Hey wait a minute…we know you! You’re one of the crocodiles in Kiburi’s float! What’re you doing here?”. It took a bit, but the pair finally figured out that Neema was a phantom and decide to join him. They never let anyone know since (until Kiburi basically forced them to tell where Neema was going).

Ever since Paka heard about this supposed phantom saving one of her lizard friends, her sleep schedule has been out of whack (seeing how black-footed cats are nocturnal) and she’s been obsessed with seeing it for herself. It only grew when Neema saved her and she went from wanting to see him to wanting to get to know him. Luckily, Neema took interest in the little feline due to her personality and shared love for music and began watching over her. He’s even led her to his water cave (where he hummed her his lullaby) and their friendship grew from there. She doesn’t really understand him so they communicate by yes or no questions until Kiburi comes along. Same with Nne and Tano.

Unrelated, but I just realized a pattern with my headcanons for Kiburi’s float: I gave them all desires

Kiburi wants to be good enough to make his dad proud like he promised

Tamka wants to be seen as more than just one thing (which is an idiot). He wants to pursue his passion and show he’s capable of doing things

Neema wants to feel like somebody. Like I said, he’s been a follower for way too long and he wants to find himself

Nduli wants everything to stay the same. He’s lost so much due to change and he doesn’t want to lose anything or anybody else, so he clings to his loved ones in hopes they won’t let go

Wakali wants to be taken seriously since her young age and albinism causes other animals to underestimate her

Even Makuu wants to show everyone that he’s changed his ways and wants to leave a legacy. It was the same thing with Pua, although nowadays he just wants to live his best life

Ucheshi got what she wanted in that Udugu episode I have-she got her big brother back :)

#alright i’m officially done with this episode idea lol #this took way too much time #friendly reminder that he never actually spoke in canon #like all he did was laugh and go ‘huh’? in the little guy but that’s it #man doesn’t even have a canon name and here i am giving him a personality and depth and shit #oops i did it again #the lion guard

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 1 year

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I Should Be Missing You

Summary- You and Jack deal with the consequences of falling out of love while you are married.

Word Count- 3.8k

Warnings- Divorce

Inspired by various songs from the EP Rolling Up The Welcome Mat by Kelsea Ballerini

You and Jack had been married for 4 years and had been together for 6 years. At one point your relationship was exciting, you loved each other, but without either of you realizing it, you both fell out of love. There were a lot of small arguments, some bigger than others.

“Jack, you know how I feel, I’ve told you before. I hate when you just disappear all weekend.” You said, you had been arguing for a while now and this was an argument you had often.

“I’m not just disappearing, I’m working. Then I come home to you. I don’t know what else I can do.” Jack argued.

“I’m fucking working too, but I still make time to text you.” You said, you had at least 15 texts to Jack that were currently still sitting unread even though Jack had been home for at least a day. “You make it seem like I’m asking for something impossible. I’m not even asking for you to take 15 minutes to call me. I’m asking for you to take 30 seconds to respond to a text message. Or at least read it.”

“I’m sorry I’m busy, I told you that you could come with me.” Jack defended himself.

“I have my own career to focus on, I was out of town all weekend working too. Do you even know where I was?” You asked and Jack froze. He knew you told him, but he couldn’t remember where you were.

“I barely know where I was this weekend.” Jack tried to play it off as a joke, laughing to himself but you glared at him.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” You said shaking your head before you turned to walk out of the room.

“Don’t leave.” Jack begged, causing you to stop walking, but you kept your back to him. “Do you even know where I was this weekend?” Jack challenged you.

“California and Georgia. You flew to Los Angeles to work on your album and then you flew to Atlanta for a meeting.” You said and Jack sighed.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you finally turned to face Jack, holding your tears back.

“I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying to make this marriage work.” You told him.

“C’mon, it’s late, let’s go to bed and we can talk about this tomorrow.” Jack suggested, and you sighed, you were over fighting with Jack, so you agreed.

“Fine.” You sighed and turned to walk to your bedroom before Jack could stop you.

“You know I love you right?” Jack asked and you sighed, looking down at your hands for a second before looking back up at Jack.

“I love you too.” You told him, but neither of you felt that way anymore.

You and Jack got ready for bed in silence, like you had been for a while, only speaking when you got into bed.

“I know I’ve been a shitty husband, I’m sorry.” Jack apologized.

“I just want to feel like you still want to be married to me, sometimes I don’t feel that way anymore.” You admitted, even though if you were honest, there were times you didn’t want to be married to Jack anymore.

You couldn’t specifically pinpoint a time where your feelings towards Jack changed, neither of you did anything wrong. Neither of you cheated, or did anything to purposely ruin your relationship, you both had just grew to become different people then you were when you got married.

“I do still want to be married to you.” Jack lied without realizing it. “Let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?” Jack suggested again and you nodded.

“Goodnight, I love you.” You smiled softly at Jack.

“Goodnight, I love you too baby.” Jack said, kissing you softly.

You both fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms but when you woke up you had your backs to each other.

You woke up before Jack, which wasn’t uncommon. You had enough time to make and eat breakfast before Jack woke up, making his way downstairs. You were sitting on the couch, some random tv show playing in the background, you turned your head as soon as you heard Jack’s footsteps.

“Good morning baby.” You said, noticing Jack was already dressed for the day.

“Good morning.” Jack said, walking towards you. “I’m going to go to the studio.” Jack told you and you looked at him confused.

“Oh, okay. I made breakfast if you want to eat before you leave.” You told him.

“Thanks, I’m just going to order something to the studio.” Jack told you and you nodded softly.

“Okay. We need to talk about last night though when you get back.” You said and Jack nodded.

“Yeah, we will.” Jack agreed, even though deep down you both knew you wouldn’t.

“Love you, be safe, do you know when you’ll be home?” You asked.

“Love you too.” Jack said, approaching you and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “I will. Probably a couple hours. I’ll call you during our break for lunch, I’ll probably leave shortly after that.” He never did.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” You said as Jack walked out the door.

This wasn’t uncommon for you two, after a fight Jack typically ended up at the studio all day for the next couple of days, and when he was home you made sure to distract yourself in any way you could.

You sat on the couch as you looked over to the picture you and Jack had hung on the wall as soon as you bought the house you were currently living in, which caused arguments on its own.

You and Jack never actually agreed on the house, you just got tired of arguing so you gave in and bought the house he wanted. Jack wanted a house with plenty of room for as many kids as possible, but you only wanted a couple kids, not near as many as Jack wanted. The compromise that you came to was Jack got the house he wanted, you could get a dog, there was more than enough space.

The picture on the wall though, was picture of you two on your wedding day, surrounded by your friends and family. Luckily you both agreed on hanging that picture specifically, but sometimes it seemed like that was the only thing you had agreed on.

You picked up the wedding photo album that laid on the coffee table, it was a gift from Urban when you two came home from your honeymoon. You flipped through some of the pages, stopping at a picture of just the two of you, laughing, probably at some joke Jack made, his arm around you. You two were genuinely happy in the photo.

If you would have told the couple in the photo, what their marriage would have turned into, neither of them would have believed you.

You closed the photo album, setting it back where you got it from before leaning back on the couch and pulling your knees to your chest. You let yourself cry. You never thought you would consider ending your marriage to Jack, but here you were. Sobbing on the couch while he distracted himself with work.

It was a couple hours later, Jack was finally taking a break at the studio. At least he followed through with his word and called you, often he didn’t.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” Jack asked, though he wasn’t fully paying attention.

“I’m taking a break from some work and I’m looking at some dogs that are at the shelter.” You told Jack.

“Is it really a good idea for us to get a dog right now? I mean we’re both so busy and everything.” Jack said.

“We have friends and family who’ve said they will watch the dog when we’re out of town. Plus, you were talking the other day about wanting to have kids soon, if we can handle kids, then we can handle a dog.” You said and Jack sighed.

“Yeah, sure, I guess. What kind of dog were you looking at?” Jack asked, putting his phone on speaker, and setting it down before he started pressing some buttons on the sound board.

“I was looking at two, ones a poodle, and the other is a lab. I can make an appointment for us to go meet them later this afternoon once you get home.” You said.

“About that, I think I’m going to be at the studio all night. You can go by yourself though if you want to.” Jack suggested.

“Jack, you’re always at the studio all day. You’re barely home anymore. You’ve literally been at the studio more days than not for the past 3 months.” You said.

“It’s just that we’re in the middle of something, if we don’t finish it today, we won’t ever get it done.” Jack argued, some of the people in the room looking at Jack confused. Jack waved his hand, telling them to be quiet.

“That’s fine I guess.” You sighed. “I’ll go see them by myself.” You told Jack.

“Okay, well I’ll see you tonight.” Jack said.

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Jack said before hanging up the phone.

“We’ve barely done anything today.” Clay said once he saw Jack hang up.

“I’ve been working on some lyrics by myself I wanted to record.” Jack said.

“You’ve been calling last minute studio sessions almost every day.” Ace said.

“I’ve been coming up with last minute ideas.” Jack tried to deflect the questions.

“You’re not wearing your wedding ring.” Urban pointed out. “You haven’t been most of the time I see you anymore unless you’re with Y/N. You’re not cheating on her right?” Urban asked and Jack rolled his eyes.

“I come here to not get fucking questioned.” Jack said underneath his breath. “I forgot my ring, it’s not a big deal, I’m not cheating, I come to the studio and then go home.”

“You didn’t have your wedding ring last weekend on the trip.” Urban said.

“Like you haven’t forgotten something before a trip.” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Something as important as a wedding ring? No, I haven’t.” Urban said.

“Y/N wears hers all the time. It’s okay. We’re fine.” Jack said, getting up and walking into the recording booth just so everyone would stop asking him questions. Everyone dropped the topic of you after that.

You ended up going to the animal shelter, more as a way to take your mind off of things and get out of the house. You didn’t end up adopting either of the dogs, because you didn’t want to make a decision without Jack.

Even though you decided to get dinner on your way home, you still got home hours before Jack did. Jack didn’t get home until almost midnight. You had tried to stay up, but like most nights you fell asleep before Jack got home.

Jack walked into the living room, seeing you asleep on the couch. He sighed softly, before walking over to you.

“Baby.” Jack said quietly, brushing a strand of hair back that fell in front of your face.

“Hm?” You shifted slightly.

“I’m home, do you want to go to sleep?” Jack asked, and you nodded softly, opening your eyes, and sitting up.

“Yeah.” You said, letting out a yawn.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long.” Jack apologized, and you sighed softly.

“You’re always gone all day.” You said, standing up.

“I know.” Jack sighed. “Once I get this album done, I’ll be able to be home more.” Jack told you.

“But then you’ll have to promote it, and then you’ll go on tour.” You said.

“We’ll figure it out when the time comes for that okay?” Jack said and you nodded.

“Let’s just go to bed.” You told Jack and he nodded, following you to the bedroom, and just like the night before you got ready in silence, only saying I love you and good night before you fell asleep in each other’s arms before waking up facing away from each other.

In the following days you and Jack never ended up talking about your argument, that wasn’t uncommon, you never did. One of you just found something to distract yourself with so you didn’t have to talk.

You were right though, as soon as Jack’s album was done, he went right into promoting it, and went on tour. You couldn’t just up and leave to go with him, you had your own career you also wanted to focus on.

Jack had been on tour for about a month and a half when he was supposed to have a break to come home for a week. You had only seen each other on non-consistent facetime calls where you weren’t even sure if Jack was paying attention, always seeming to be distracted by something else that ended up forcing the call to end.

“When does your flight land?” You asked Jack, he was supposed to fly home tomorrow.

“My flight?” Jack asked, confused.

“Yeah, you’re coming home for your break, aren’t you?” You asked.

“Uhh, no. Neelam scheduled some last-minute press stuff, so I’ll be staying here. She didn’t tell you?” Jack asked and you scoffed, you weren’t even sure what you should address first.

“Jack, I’m your wife, Neelam shouldn’t have to tell me anything. You should be the one telling me when you’re not going to be home.” You spoke.

“I know, I should, I just got busy and didn’t want to forget, so I asked her too. I’m sorry.” Jack apologized.

“Do you even want to come home?” You asked.

“Of course, I do, I miss you. You know I’m just trying to work as much as I can now so when we start a family I can stay home as long as possible.” Jack said, and if you believed that was true, you would have forgiven him, but you didn’t.

“I’m not sure I believe you anymore Jack. You’re always gone. I don’t even know the last time we both just spent the day with each other at home. I’m not saying it’s all your fault, I could take time off work too, but it seems like any time I do, you find some way to work yourself.” You said.

“If you want me to, I’ll cancel the press and come home.” Jack offered.

“I don’t want you to do it because I want you to. I want you to do it because you care about spending time with me.” You sighed.

“Let me see what I can do okay?” Jack asked.

“Okay.”

“I have to go, I love you.” Jack said.

“I love you too. I miss you.” You said, faking a smile for the facetime call.

“I miss you too, I’ll see what I can do about this week.” Jack said before hanging up.

You don’t know why you did, but you had some hope that Jack cared enough to come home, and the next morning you prepared just in case.

You knew his flight was supposed to come in in the morning, so you got up, made breakfast, and set out plates for the two of you. You sighed, picking up your phone and only seeing your usual good morning text. No text saying he left, landed, wasn’t going to make it, only a good morning.

You tried to call Jack, but it went straight to voicemail. He called you back about a half an hour later.

“Hey baby, did you need something?” Jack asked.

“Hey. I was just curious if you were coming home.” You said and you heard Jack sigh.

“No, I’m not going to be able to make it. I tried. Do you fly home tonight?” Jack asked.

“I flew in last night so that I would be home when you got here.” You said.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right, you were supposed to fly in before me.” Jack said.

“When’s your next break?” You asked.

“I think in a month. I’ll come home then I promise.” Jack said but you didn’t believe him anymore.

“Okay, I’ll see you then I guess.” You and Jack said goodbye before hanging up the phone.

As soon as you hung up the phone, you realized that for the first time, you didn’t really miss him. You didn’t miss Jack as much as you felt like you should.

Over the next week, all you got from Jack was good morning and good night texts, nothing in-between, but you didn’t send anything other then that either. You couldn’t help but keep up with Jack through him and Urban’s Instagram’s, which you saw absolutely no signs of him doing any sort of press. You saw him exploring the city he was in, which you couldn’t blame him, it looked like a beautiful place from what you saw.

You knew you could have offered to fly to Jack, since you had taken time from your career to make sure you were home, but you didn’t. It wasn’t even about missing Jack anymore, because at this point in your marriage, him being on tour and him being home weren’t very different. You just wanted to think that he was putting effort into your marriage. You hadn’t been putting as much effort into your marriage as you used to either though because normally you would have flown to him. You didn’t feel like you should have to do that anymore.

Over the next 3 weeks, the only thing keeping you up with what Jack was doing, was his Instagram. You kept up with your good morning and goodnight texts, but that was it. You had maybe facetimed him once a week since he didn’t come home for his break. You both gave up without realizing it, neither of you wanted to try to force something that clearly wasn’t there anymore.

You and Jack did make plans for you to fly out during his next couple days off, so you did. You had come to a conclusion that you never wanted to come to, and you decided you would rather tell Jack in person then over a FaceTime call.

You had been in town for almost a day when you and Jack were alone for the first time and not going to bed.

“Jack, can we talk?” You asked as you both stepped into your hotel room.

“You’re not going to go shopping with Neelam?” Jack asked and you shook your head, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Going shopping was your main reason to not be with Jack when you traveled with him.

“No, we need to talk. There’s something I need to tell you.” You said and Jack sat down next to you but left space between you two.

“Yeah, okay what is it?” He asked, looking over at you, giving you his full attention for the first time since you showed up.

“I don’t know an easy way to say this, I don’t think there is one, but I think we should get a divorce.” You told Jack, holding back your tears. Even though you didn’t feel like you loved Jack anymore, didn’t make the situation any easier for you.

“What?” Jack asked. “Why?”

“Jack, don’t pretend we both haven’t given up on this marriage. You can’t honestly try and tell me that you’ve been putting 100% into this marriage. I haven’t been either, I’m not putting all the blame on you.” You said and Jack sighed.

“I’m not going to sit here and try to convince you otherwise. I think we should talk about it first, but if that’s what you want, then I guess that’s fine.” Jack said.

“When was the last time we actually sat down and talked about an argument we had or something we disagreed on?” You asked.

“When we were in marriage counseling.” Jack said quietly, coming to the realization himself.

“It’s been 2 years since we were in marriage counseling, even when we were in marriage counseling the appointments were the only time we talked about anything. We both gave up along time ago. I didn’t want to admit that, and it took me awhile to admit that.” You said and Jack nodded softly.

“I guess maybe we did.” Jack sighed.

“I won’t start the process of anything until after your tour is over, but I just needed to tell you. I’m sorry.” You said, standing up from the bed. Jack didn’t say anything as you walked out of the room because you were right, he had given up a while ago.

Several months later and you and Jack were in the process of your divorce. You were moving out of your shared house. You and Jack had barely spoke since the night you told him you wanted a divorce, but Urban was helping you pack some things up. He had been a big support to you and to Jack during your divorce, never getting in the middle, but doing enough to show you he was there for both of you.

“Do you want this?” Urban asked, holding up your and Jack’s wedding photo album.

“Uh, just throw it in the box, I’ll figure out what to do with it later.” You said and Urban nodded, putting it in a box.

“You know you don’t have to keep it just because I gave it to you. If you want to get rid of it you can, I’ll even help you burn it.” Urban joked, making you laugh softly.

“I mean, it’s not like I can just throw away the fact that I was married to him. At one point we were happy, so it doesn’t hurt to keep some of the happy memories, even if they eventually turned into bad ones.” You said and Urban nodded.

“Yeah, that’s true.” Urban agreed. “Let’s take a break.” Urban said and you nodded, both making your way to the couch, turning on a random tv show.

“Thank you for all of this by the way. You didn’t have to help me at all.” You told him and Urban shrugged.

“I don’t mind helping a friend out, I know it’s been tough for you so it’s the least I can do.” Urban said and you nodded. You didn’t respond, you both just looked at each other for a moment and before either of you knew it, you were both leaning forward, connecting your lips with a kiss. You both deepened the kiss for a moment before you pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You apologized almost immediately.

“Don’t apologize. I kissed you too, but just know that my goal in helping you out isn’t to kiss you.” Urban joked and you laughed softly.

“I know.” You smiled softly at him.

That was the first time you kissed someone since Jack, and it was also one of the first times you didn’t know where Jack was. You felt the last part of you that was still attached to Jack, move on.

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Junior Year Ep 8

Enter the Vultureverse

Welcome back to the Report Card where we are having a mini recap because my schedule has been off the wall bonkers! Luckily, this week we can split the episode pretty neatly into two sections: research and fighting. We’ll go more in depth on the research than the fighting because those are the bits that will be more long term plot relevant though I’m sure the fighting will be long term relevant to Gorgug and the therapist I hope he has because yikes gang!

First things first, we resolve stress tokens which the party has to use to nerf themselves and take disadvantage on the skills they choose. They are as follows:

Fig: Insight and Religion.

Gorgug: Initiative, Insight, Deception, and Charisma Saves.

Adaine: Initiative, Intimidation and Persuasion.

Fabian: Tool Proficiencies, History, Investigation, and Perception.

Kristen: Initiative, Wisdom Saves, and Medicine

Riz: Perception, Survival, Athletics, and Deception.

When we left, Lydia had dropped off all the info from her old party mates and the Bad Kids were surprised to see that it was all written not in Infernal but in Giant. The whole gang (except Gorgug who’s still at home) circles up in Adaine’s tower to help and she casts Comprehend Languages so she can read the texts. Fig tosses Adaine a bardic to juice her History roll which prompts Brennan to have Siobhan roll on a d100. On a 91, Adaine’s stomach gurgles and a cloud of dust mites fly into her eyes, causing her to knock her head and pass out.

Kristen rushes to her aid (with a medicine check rather than spells since she’s currently out) to stabilize her. Brennan asks if she rolled less than an 8 and even though she didn’t, her stomach also gurgles and she sees a vision of the food court: a flash of red, a familiar scream (not Cass), and then silence. In Adaine’s eyes, she sees splattered blood reflected. Ominous!

Everyone is freaked and they’re getting major shrimp vibes. Fig declares herself cursed and submits to arcana checks from everyone. With his angel-spy necktie, Riz casts Detect Good and Evil and finds a fiendish aura around her that’s different than her natural one. She is for sure cursed.

While this is going on, Gorgug is at home, watching Frostyfaire stuff get set up. His parents allude to some ~mysterious machines~ under tarps and promise not to embarrass him. That’s not oddly specific at all and it certainly won’t come back to bite him in this very same episode. He gets the text from the group that Adaine passed out and goes to meet up with them but, as he leaves, he sees electricity running through one of his parents many gadgets and has a moment of inspiration about how the pulse of the electricity and the pulse of his blood and heart when he’s raging might have some kind of synchronicity. He makes a note and saves it for later.

OK! Now let’s round up all the new info the party learns from the notes Lydia provided:

There’s a record of Ruvina (Lucy’s god) giving Cass a wedding gift: a Bridle of Frost that would allow her to command a team of fiery horses. The fact that Cass was married is new info and Riz speculates whether she was being married to a giant/giant god.

Apparently, Cass, Galicaea (her sister), and Sol (her brother) were traveling together in the Mountains of Chaos.

(As an aside, we learn that Cass is more aligned with fae and Galicaea is with the elves–we knew that second part already. We also learn that Helio’s mom was a mortal woman.)

We learn of a law of magic called Obliviati Mori by Clerics and the Law of Theothanatic Silence by wizards. It basically means that even though gods can remember dead gods, they’re not allowed to revive them via worship by speaking their name and reminding mortals of them. Adaine gets the sense that if this is a law then it can be broken somehow and Brennan says yes, but there are likely hefty arcane penalties.

Fabian wonders if Cass’s, “I thought you were dead” was referring to this dead god who is maybe her ex. Riz wonders if Lucy was possessed by a god and that’s how she was able to write down the name of the dead god–something that should have been impossible since no mortals know their name and no gods are allowed to speak or write it.

Fig thinks the Ratgrinders are being mighty suspicious in their seeming lack of mourning for Lucy and especially in Ivy’s not shocked reaction to seeing her disguised as Lucy.

(These next pieces of info we don’t get until after a short interlude but I’m gonna put it here to keep it neat.)

Riz thinks that it’s suspicious that Tracker’s church would suddenly be blowing up right when this dead god is coming back and wonders if there might be some shenanigans going on where their worship is somehow being siphoned off to power this other god (something gods are specifically not supposed to do).

In one of the books, Kristen sees an illuminated page (illuminated as in illustrated–think Book of Kells) that is unfinished. It has an empty arch wreathed in flames and a design of red 24 point stars with sharp rays that are very similar looking to the shatter stars they encountered in the mall fight.

Fig wonders if a union of Doubt and Rage (Cass and this unknown god) was maybe too powerful so their marriage was sabotaged by another god.

After all the research, it’s almost time to go to Frostyfaire, but before they do, Kristen takes a leap of faith and (1) texts Tracker to see if they can meet up since her god is relevant to the investigation and (2) texts her parents to ask if they want to get coffee. Tracker says she’s busy the next few days but she’s free starting on Monday. Kristen's parents don’t text her back but her brother Bucky does and lets her know that her parents are debating it but it feels like they’re gonna say yes. Sibling loyalty!

Adaine does a Detect Magic on the token Kristen’s teacher gave her and determines that it’s basically a deity-less Holy Symbol so she’s got something to tide her over while she works on getting Cass back.

Fig, who you’ll recall is dabbling in paladin classes, decides to pray for the first time and attunes to a moment of doubt that’s sacred to her: when her horns first started growing in and it changed her whole life, ultimately for the better. The shards from Cass in Kristen’s pocket glows indigo and she decides to pray with Fig as well, gaining a 6th level spell slot back in the process.

On to the fair!

When they arrive, Gorgug’s parents welcome them–incluing Fig’s alter-emo Wanda since she’s in disguise to mess with Ruben/hopefully get some info. Riz and Kristen are thinking that all the crunchy, granola kids here from Aguefort are a substantial voting block but, before they can do anything about that, an old druid shows up and offers them a toke of his pipe.

Fool the Bad Kids once, shame on you, but they’re NOT getting trapped in a net like Max. They all immediately roll to check if something’s up and Adaine crits, clocking the druid as an illusion. Riz casually says, “No thanks Oisin,” as Adaine casts Dispel Magic, revealing not the Ratgrinder’s wizard but their bard, Ruben who sneers at them and then gets into an argument with Gorgug about whether he (Ruben) shits or not. Very normal teenager conversations. Fig has dipped at this point because she wants to debut as Wanda to Ruben at a strategic moment but she secretly hits him with a Hex to his Int to help guard against any rolls he might make to clock her disguise later. She also notices how mad Gorgug is getting at Ruben’s nonsense and texts Porter a list of things that piss Gorgug off, trying to help him out.

Ruben’s band, My Clerical Gnomance (of course), of which Fabian is a big fan (sure) head to the stage and start playing their set but then, all of a sudden, thunder rumbles and a surge of electricity makes the stage lights go weird. In a flash, Grix appears, hovering above the crowd! He assesses the crowd and finds it full of rulebreakers and felonies so he decides to do his part in restoring “Perfect Order” by CASTING DISINTEGRATE ON RUBEN. Why is he even here? This is so outside of his jurisdiction! He says the school experience is best optimized by being omnipresent but COME ON man! This can’t be legal, even in Spyre!

Anyway, initiative!

Like I said, we’re really gonna breeze through this fight because it’s mostly non-plot relevant but there are a few things I want to highlight:

Adaine right away burns a portent roll to save Ruben from the Disintegrate. I wonder if, in Ruben’s mind, that’s worth being a little softer towards the Bad Kids in the future.

Grix uses a spell or ability to awaken all the nearby machines to fight by his side but…uh…the Thistlesprings were busy during the four months of night and they decided to retrofit some of their random appliances into very elaborate sex toys. Both Zac and Gorgug are mortified.

Ruben curiously doesn’t just ditch when the going gets rough like you might expect someone who only grinds rats to do. He stays and does what you’d hope a bard would do: plays with this band to distribute bardics to everyone. Of course some of that is probably to impress “Wanda” who he spots in the crowd but you have to wonder how much his personal adventuring philosophy aligns with his party’s. Maybe not everything he’s done is logged on the official record. Also, he seems horrified by the situation so either (1) the RG’s aren’t somehow collaborating with Grix, (2) they are but only certain RG’s are in on it, or (3) he’s a great actor which he could be as a bard but I think that’s least likely.

We learn that Gorgug in addition to his homunculus, Cloaca, now has a steel defender: a gecko named Clobica (a Battle Smith class feature). It’s kinda like a familiar that can attack.

The fight gets hairy fast with multiple Bad Kids getting stunned and Adaine going down. Kristen uses her one spell slot to cast Mass Cure Wounds but that still leaves Adaine, a squishy wizard, surrounded by enemies and a bunch of party members stunned and failing to snap out of it.

Grix mentions that he was warned to expect tomfoolery in general but especially from the Bad Kids which of course begs the question, “By who?”

Grix is successfully able to cast Dominate Monster on Riz by appealing to his sense of order and visions of Lord Salazar Edge's College of Lone Adventurers dance in his head. He turns his attention to Adaine next (which makes me wonder if he was just consulting a dossier on the Bad Kids in that moment because Riz and Adaine are for sure the ones you’d target with this pitch).

Now, this episode might be known as the one where they had to fight a sex toy lawnmower except for what happens next. Because, much like in the first fight this season, there is a vulture on this battle set. And our intrepid heroes noticed it immediately. So, back against the wall, party in dire straits, and out of spell slots, Kristen decides to interact with the vulture as the rest of the table give thumbs up, supporting the bit.

She prays to Cass, asking for help in connecting with the vulture and then gives a now very familiar, “Heyyyyyy girlie.”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?” the vulture says to the surprise of the full table. Feathers whip around the dome and a graphic appears: YOU ARE ENTERING THE VULTURE DIMENSION. A new set is brought out. Everyone is losing their minds. I didn’t take a hit from Ruben's pipe but I feel high. And that’s where we end our episode!

No extras this week because I’m crunched for time but, don’t worry, I’ll roll that all into next recap since the fight continues in the next ep. Can’t wait to figure out what the hell the vulture dimension is tonight!

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The One Who Cared

Dream. Lord of the Endless is captured by a human whom dealt in the art of 'Black Magic'. With his possessions stolen away, and no mercy shown. Only one person held the only chance for his escape... You.

Content- Minor spoilers for 'Sandman- Ep 1.' Small mentions of blood, and family abuse. Course Language.

"Tonight... We'll achieve what has never been attempted. To summon and imprison... Death!"

You, your brother Alex and Dr Hathaway peeked behind the iron bars which allowed entrance to the cellar of the family estate. You and Alex held hands to comfort each other, as you witnessed your father- The Magus. And his followers prepare the ritual.

Surrounding a small binding circle of yellow chalk, which was written into the stone floor. The followers begun to chant and repeat, "into the darkness." As Magus took his place at the alter, with Dr Hathaway's opened book.

"I give you a coin, made from stone. I give you a knife, from under the hills. I give you the blood from out of my veins."

Your turned into your brother's shoulder, looking away from the scene as Magus took the dagger and sliced his forearm open. Alex patted your back, as he continued to watch your father's blood drip from his limb and into the binding circle.

"I give you a song, which I stole from the dirt. And I give you a feather, pulled from an angel's wing! For you to lift up into the Heavens!"

Turning back to the sight before you. You could hear everyone hold their breath as they watched. And waited for a brief moment. The white feather touched the the inside of the binding circle, and once it touched the stone. It begun to swirl and dance.

Alex and Dr Hathaway moved closer, leaving you at the iron gates of the cellar's entrance. The Magus followers raised their voices so their chant could be louder, your father continued with great anticipation written all over his face.

"I summon you with poison!"

Gasps and whispers could be heard from the onlookers, as a sudden and strange gust of wind blew out the light from the candles.

"I summon you with pain!"

The pages of the book upon the alter, begun to rapidly flip through the thick novel as the wind built up.

"I open the way! I open the gates!"

The binding circle lit up like fire, a burning light rushing through each curved line. And symbols of the incantation upon the otter ring.

"I summon you in the name of the old lords! Namtar! Allatu! Morax! Maborym! Calls you! Horvendile calls you! We summon you together! Come!."

A puff of smoke and lightening flashed across the whole cellar. The light of the candles slowly returned, revealing a strange figure which laid unconscious within the binding circle. Everyone gasped and whispered, wide eyes gazed at the being before them.

Upon your father's command, Alex carefully reached into the circle and took the individual's belongings. Starting with a mysterious leather pouch filled with nothing but sand. A beautiful, square-cut ruby hanging from their neck. And finally, removing a unique helm of iron, which looked like a plague doctor's mask.

The sight became even more confusing, as Magus stripped the being's large black cloak off them...

A pale man laid naked against the stone floor. Toned muscles and strong definitions lined his body. Messy, short hair of raven locks. This sight peaked your young child mind. If this being was supposed to be Death. A nightmarish demon... Why did it look more like a man?.

Pleased with himself, your father looked out onto his followers. "We'll let our 'guest' recover, before we tell him our demands." Picking up the stolen items. Everyone followed Magus out of the cellar. A mixture of shock and praise was spoken, but you only looked back in silence. A ache begun to grow in your heart...

Within days, the mysterious 'guest' was imprisoned within a glass sphere. Iron held it together, and strong wire suspended it from the floor. Tied to the ceiling of the cellar, and pillars of the manor that ran deep. Within days, your father found out it's name. Dream. Lord of the Endless.

Over the next ten years, Magus approached the Lord of Dreams on a daily basis. Pleading, begging then soon demanding, ramping and raving about what he wanted. Not just for his oldest son, Randol, to return from the dead. But also wealth, power and immortality. But he only grew more and more impatient, as the demon remain silent and still...

Alex showed sympathy towards the Lord. But not as much as you...

Burgess already disowned and denied your existence. Why bother to continue to please and win him? Like Alex tried to do. Your brother took his responsibilities of a servant role seriously, meeting every demand. While you... well, you merely just roamed the grounds. With Burgess refusing to acknowledge you as his child, and refusing to accept anything you offered. You chose to do what you pleased...

The morning after your father's grand annual ball, you laid peacefully within the grounds of the manor. Lazily watching the clouds and life past you, as the soft grass cradled your posture. The warmth of the sun provided the little prosperity you had in your life. Everything around you was almost silent and still, until a sound of a raven interrupted the still air. Propping up your head, seeing the black bird elegantly perch upon a small branch.

"Good morning, Jessamy." You spoke with a warm smile, "I've brought food this time." Sitting upright, you gestured towards a small saucer of birdseed and bread crumbs. "I know it's not much, or perhaps it's something you don't even eat. But... unfortunately, it's all I can give. To show I'm not like them. To prove I'm not a threat.-"

The raven squawked and left before you could finish your sentence. Looking down at the picnic blanket, your heart sunk into your chest. "Of course... we've imprisoned her master, and stolen his possessions. Why would she trust someone like us?" you tried to settle back onto the blanket, but a scent of smoke was carried in the wind. Standing to your feet, you looked around, until the sounds of the servants warnings came to your ears.

Running back to the manor, from the gravel driveway you saw smoke sweeping through the closed windows of your father's study. Flickering colours of red and orange danced behind the glass. You quickly grabbed the gardener, Paul by his arm as he almost ran past you. "Section off area! Get water- use every bucket and pot! Put it out and save what you can!-"

"Of course!"

Entering the front doors and into the main hall, as servants ran around you. Grabbing everything they could to salvage, and put out the fire.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed from the cellar below, in the amidst of all the chaos. Running towards the wooden door beneath the stairs, skipping every second step of the stone which lead down below. But you came to an erupt halt. Breath getting stuck in your throat. Eyes widened in fear and disbelief, as your sight fell onto the scene before you.

Not far from you stood Alex, rifle in hand. The smell of gunpower filled the air, like a freshly blown out candle. He was frozen in place. Red blood and black feathers stained and smird across Dream's glass prison. The naked Lord's eyes shined with fright, as they slowly shifted from the blood splatter to Alex.

"What have you done?" Only your low whisper, broke your brother out of his statue phase. As the heavy footsteps of your father, scrambled down the stone stairs.

"Idiot!" Burgess snapped, snatching the weapon out of his son's hands. "You could of shattered the glass! Clean that mess up!"

Alex approached the glass sphere with a slow foot shuffle. His expression weakening, almost close to tears. As he bent down and picked up the remains of the bird, you caught a glimpse of Dream's shocked expression twist into anger. Narrow glares with watery eyes fell onto Alex, as he turned his back on the prisoner, and walked towards the iron gates.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, as Alex ignored one of the servant's gesture towards a bin. But your hurtful stare caught his attention. Guilt was written all over his face, "you're no different than him!"

"I-I was told-"

Slap!

The back of your hand struck across Alex's cheeks, leaving a red throbbing mark.

"You are, your own man! Act like one!"

Later That Night

Duck feathers flew around your bed, as you ripped and teared the pillows in sorrow and rage.

"She meant no harm! She meant no harm!"

Tears streamed down your cheeks, eyes red and swore from crying for hours. Ripping the last cushion, after destroying the last of your pillows. A heavy breath left your lungs, as you breathed deeply. Finally standing still, as the white feathers settled onto the bedsheets and you like fallen snow.

You stood there, silently sobbing. Hugging yourself as grief slowly swept through...

Tap. Tap.

"Go away, Alex!"

Tap. Tap.

Listening carefully, realizing the small sound came from your bedroom window. You could just hear it over the whistling wind outside. The tapping upon the glass continued, as you cautiously approached the window. Unlocking the latch as silently as you could, and opening the small section of the window outwards.

There upon the frame was a small raven. It's head cocking from side to side, as though it was studying your face. A weak smile spread across, as you held out an open palm. Small laughter of disbelief escaped you, as the raven perched upon your hand with an elegance only you knew.

"Jessamy?"

A low squawk chirped from the bird. You gently rested your forehead against her beak, tears of joy and relief falling from your cheeks. And onto her feathers. Gazing into her black eyes, that seemed to hold a small galaxy soothed your aching heart.

"I thought you were gone. I-I saw-"

Jessamy squawked and ruffled her feathers, as she shook her head away from you.

"Of course! You're right. Answers later! Right now. We need to reunite and free your master."

It was clear. No one. Not even your own brother could be trusted now. As you reached for the fire-poker from the fireplace, you decided to do what should of been done years ago. Free the Lord of Dreams.

With Jessamy perched upon your shoulder, you silently and swiftly walked down the large staircase. Being mindful of each step, holding onto the banister while stepping over the squeaky stairs. Looking over your shoulder, and behind each doorframe as you made your way, towards the cellar. Opening the wooden door as it creak felt like it could waken the whole household, your footsteps were light and gentle against the stone stairs.

Coming to iron gates of the cellar, one of the guards held up a candle-lit lantern, the soft glow revealing your face. Jessamy slowly moved towards the back of your neck, to remain hidden. While you hid the fire-poker behind your back.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?."

"Father sent me to see if today's lesson taught our prisoner anything."

The guard studied your face, attempting to spot your lie. As he raised an eyebrow. Giving you a hard, questioning stare.

"It's in the early hours of the morning. Our shift has barely concluded, let alone started. Besides, The Magus has never bothered, nor involved you in anything before... why the sudden change now?."

Your eyes narrowed onto him, "are you questioning The Magus, Johnathan? Of course, I understand your confusion. I am too also confused. Yet I simply followed his order, to avoid the end of his cane. But since you're much braver than me, perhaps you could cure your curiosity, and ask The Magus yourself?."

His face went white a sheet, before fumbling with the keys to open the lock. "O-Of course, Y/N! So sorry! A thousand apologies!."

The gate opened and Johnathan stepped aside, allowing you through. "Thank you, and remember it's not me you're questioning. It's my father's." God those last words tasted like poison.

Johnathan nodded rapidly, as though someone shook him. Silently gesturing for his partner to leave, as he gave you the keys. You watched them both, walk up the stone steps and listened for the wooden door above to close and lock. To be certain, you counted to five. Being satisfied that no one was coming down any time soon, you locked the iron gates to the cellar. Before turning onto your heel, and running towards the glass prison.

Approaching the small binding circle of chalk, Dream's narrowed stare and red watery eyes gazed at you. Peering over his knees, as he hugged his legs.

You tried to steady your breathing, heart slightly skipping a beat as your eyes locked onto his. It was like he was staring right into your very soul. But Jessamy's ruffle against the back of your neck, snapped you out of your daze.

"I have no words, nor a good enough apology for what happened. And unlike my brother, Alex. I have no excuses either."

No answer. But the small squawk of Jessamy made him tilt his head up. Another squawk came from her, as she came out from behind you and started pecking the glass. Dream's expression softened for a moment, and a weak smile came to you. As you saw a wave of relief rush over him. But it was only for a brief moment, for his narrowed glare returned to you.

"I don't know how she did it. Or if it was simply a coincidence that Alex shot the wrong bird. But I'm glad he did."

You pulled out the fire-poker from behind your back.

"I'm here to set you free."

Dream gazed at you, his narrowed glare sussing you out. It was only the squawks from Jessamy, that softened his expression into a hopeful one. It appeared as though the pair could communicate with one another.

"I have no demand. No bargain to make. Nor a plea. I want nothing from you. I don't care if you kill me, once you're out. Or burn this whole house to the ground."

Dream's soft gaze lingered on you a few moments longer, as you raised the fire-poker above your head. He shuffled away a few inches from you, bracing himself for the next moments to come. And in one swift movement, bringing the iron tool down from above and hitting the glass surface hard. The fire-poker bounced once meeting the glass, sending vibrations up the handle and into your hands.

Fighting through the tingles, your grip upon the fire-poker tightened. Raising it above your head again, and slamming it down hard against the glass surface once more. It took a good three times for a chip to form upon the glass.

Resting your head against the metal frame, feeling the small beads of sweat forming upon your forehead. Your heavy breath fogging up the glass. Jessamy continued to hover from one panel to another, pecking and scratching at the glass. Suddenly the heavy rattle of the wooden door, at top of the stone stairs of the cellar echoed. Muffled voices of panic followed.

Adrenaline begun to flow through you, as time was no longer of your side. A deep breath left you, while aiming the end of the fire-poker at the chipped glass panel. Taking a couple of slow practice swings, making sure the end of the fire-poker would hit exactly on the chip. Raising it above your head, holding the pose for a brief moment, tightening your grip upon the handle. And with all your strength, bringing down the iron tool with such force, slamming it against the chip. Although small cracks begun to form and spread out, it would still need a few more hits for the glass to shatter.

"If there's something- anything, you can do. Now's the time to do it."

Even in this dire moment, the Lord of Dreams still remained silent.

A small frown came to your lips. Brushing away the droplets of sweat upon your forehead, taking a deep breath again. As you prepared to hit the glass again.

Jessamy squawked, the door's rattling turned into small thuds. Hearing the ranging voice of your father, commanding whomever it was, to break the door down.

"I know! I know, Jessamy! But he needs to help!"

The small raven stopped pecking at the glass, gently flying down onto the stone ground in front of the prison. Allowing the fire-poker to rest upon your shoulder, as you watched Jessamy sweep her little feet against the otter ring of the binding circle. Small clouds of yellow chalk and dust, kicked up around her.

Turning your attention back to the prison, raising the fire-poker above your head. Adjusting your grip, and after a moment of mustering up the remaining strength you had. The iron tool came hammering down against the glass, smashing through sending fragments everywhere. Stumbling backwards, your feet smudging more of the binding circle.

The loud bang of the wooden door, finally being broken down thundered across the cellar. Falling against the stone floor, landing upon your back. The sights and sounds of that moment became a hazy blur. Closing your eyes as everything turned to white...

"You can open your eyes now."

You were greeted by a soft voice, with a little deep tone. Eyes widening as you took in the sight of Dream. Standing before you, fully dressed in black, holding out a gentle hand.

Taking in your surroundings, realizing you were no longer in the cellar. Or anywhere near your house for that matter. You sat against unusual grey sand, gentle waves of an ocean washed against the shore. The sky was clear and blue. Jessamy perched upon your shoulder.

"Am I dead?."

Your heart fluttered, as a sweet smile came to Dream's soft lips. "No. You're in my realm. The Realm of Dreaming."

A puzzled expression came to you, as you took his hand and allowed him to help you up. "So... I'm asleep?"

"No... I've taken you from the Waking World and brought you into my own."

The pair of you stood in silence for a moment. Dream's smile slightly faded as your hand returned to your side.

"Y/N... I am deeply humbled and forever your debt, for releasing me from that prison. Jessamy saw the kindness in you, therefore she knew she could trust you. That I could trust you. You have no idea how much that means to me. I've brought you here to keep you safe. But... if it's not what you want... I can return you to the Waking World."

A another moment of silence passed, as you processed everything. You looked back up at him.

"So... What happened? All I remember is just a bright white void."

"After the binding circle and glass prison was broken. I was able to use my powers for a brief moment. That's what caused you to fall onto the floor. Your father, brother and accompanied by others reached the bottom of the stairs, by the time I exited the circle. Your... father did attempt to shoot us. But I prevented any harm, by bringing us here."

A weak smile came to you, "of course he'd try and shoot me. I took everything away from him."

Dream placed a hand upon your shoulder. "There's no need to worry, or be afraid anymore. You're safe and with me. My kingdom is your home. Roam and do whatever you wish."

"A forever paradise with you? I suppose dreams do come true."

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ep 52. / alternative ending. — the one with y/n staying with jay even after the line ended.

end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): tell me if i missed something !! major character death. car crash. pure angst.

note: here's the playlist <3 lowkey didn't want to post this bcs this is fucking sad. but you guys know the drill. if you don't want to get out of the happy ending of the series, don't read this. this is just an alternative ending, you don't to read this. anyway,,, vv last update of eotl. thank you for reading wsjbjdfk <3 also,, @prdxxxinvasion 's idea so everyone say thank you elidi !!

last chance to back out. read the warnings first.

“thank god things went the way it did.” heeseung says and jay laughs, shaking his head. “god, you were so scared to even just say a simple hi to her. and now, you’re more than confident to propose.”

heeseung holds out the velvet black box and jay smiles, taking it. he opens it, the bright diamond ring smiling at him and he closes it as he looks up to his best friend. “thanks for keeping this for me.” jay says. “and for everything else.”

“of course,” heeseung says as jays puts it inside the pocket of his blazer. “i’m really happy for you. you deserve this.”

“yeah?” jay softly asks and heeseung nods. “i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.” jay admits and heeseung smiles.

“you should keep going then. it’s already getting dark and you have to pick y/n up, right?” heeseung asks and jay hums. “good luck. don’t lose your voice.”

jay laughs, nodding. “thanks again.” he says as he grabs the keys, going out of heeseung’s apartment. jay gets in his car, turns the ignition on. he pats the velvet box that was inside his blazer to make sure it was secured before pushing the handbrake down and starting driving.

he had never been this happy. he was as happy with you as he was broken when he met you. he believed that you really did save him. you truly are his angel. ever since he got a taste of not being with you, he did everything to not let that happen again.

jay slows down at a red light, fingers drumming on the wheel as he waits for it to turn green. when it does, he steps on the gas.

that was the last thing he remembered before he opened his eyes. everything was hurting. he looked up to see his windows cracked, his head feeling like it’s splitting. he was panting.

what the fuck happened?

someone ran on red light.

jay looks up to see the other car right on his door. everything was hurting, but he grabs his phone and unlocks it, dialing your number. his breathing began to become heavy as he waits for you to answer. unlike before, he didn’t have to wait that much. you answered right away.

“hi, honey. are you near? i’m going down now.” you say and jay closes his eyes, resisting the urge to grunt. but you heard his heavy breathing. “honey, are you okay?”

“y-yeah,” jay lies. “bubs?”

“yeah?”

“you’re with me until the end of the line, right?” he asks. just like what you told him the first time you talked to each other. when you two finally got together. always with him until the end of the line.

he answered, he’s with you even after the line ends.

“always, jongseong.” you softly answer. “forever.”

jay smiles and you frown.

“honey, is everything all okay?” you ask.

no answer.

“jongseong?”

none.

“honey, you’re scaring me.”

ambulance.

“jongseong, what’s happening?”

all you heard were people throwing demands here and there and what they should do, how they should do it.

“hello?” someone unfamiliar answers.

“hello?” you answer.

“ma’am, are you related to the patient?”

“patient? what patient?”

“the one you were talking to.”

silence.

what the fuck happened?

“yes, he’s my boyfriend. what happened?” you questioned, your free hand coming up to your lips as you start to bite on your nails. something you did when you’re anxious. something you haven’t done in a long time ever since you and jay got together.

“your boyfriend got into an accident, ma’am. he was hit by a driver who ran on red light.” they say and you feel your tears pool, streaming down right away. you didn’t want to ask more, but you could hear the people behind trying to revive him. but no matter how much they try, all you can hear was the long tone of the heart monitor.

jongseong, please.

until everything went silent. all you could hear was the ambulance.

“i’m sorry, ma’am.” they say and you feel your heart drop. “we did everything we can.”

then the call ended.

you grab your keys, running down to your parking area as you drive right away to the hospital jay was brought. tears were streaming non-stop, but you didn’t care. all you wanted was to get to him. you parked, running inside immediately as you ask for your boyfriend.

you run to where they told you he was.

he was there.

his body covered and you feel a sob bubble down your throat. the nurses look at you as they see you. “ma’am, are you the girlfriend?” one of them asks, probably the one that talked to you. you nodded, not having the strength to speak up. “here are the stuff he had with him. we’ll give you alone time.”

and they went off.

you wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. you wanted to go to him, shake him, but you just can’t move from your spot. this wasn’t planned. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you let out a breath and you look at his things, going to it as you see a black velvet box.

you opened the zip lock, grabbing the box and opening it.

you could have been in the restaurant jay booked for you two. you could have been crying for a whole other reason. it could have been tears of joy. but no, the universe had other plans.

you were wrong.

you stayed with him even after his line ended.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #jay imagines #jay scenarios #jay x reader #jongseong imagines

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