#but I'm not kidding race you to the end made me sob

[thatpacifictheatregirlie]

A collection of memes I made for the beloved and extremely talented @sunnylolli, also known as one of my favorite artists on this platform.

Sorry for the terrible quality, Tumblr does not seem to like uploading my photos correctly (not joking, they were all fine in Files, but the moment I uploaded them Tumblr decided to make everything blurry.

I hope you like them, some might not fit perfectly with CISFAYOT (I'm only partway through), but they were all a lot of fun to make. You have some incredible talent!

[rizsu]

graduated delusional boys shoyo, kuroo, sunarin.

-> tokrev & jjk version

it's a simple night out with the hinata family. after another successful karasuno match, shoyo's mother suggested a restaurant dinner and well some shopping.

busy on his feet, shoyo walk-runs after his sister. she's certainly a little too fast on her feet—especially if you don't hold her hand or use a leash like their mom usually does. finally reaching her, he lifts her onto his hip before ending the mini race with a little scolding.

“natsu! don't speed off like that!”

“but the candies!!”

shaking his head, shoyo shuffles his way through the sea of people until he makes it back to his mother's position.

“sho', natsu, come here!” motioning to her kids, their mother takes hold of the five year old before pushing shoyo to walk in front of her, “stay in my vision, sho'. you're still young!”

well, shoyo would've done as she said without complaints but the last sentence made him turn his head back one hundred and eighty degrees. immediately warping his face into one that expresses confusion, shoyo raises a counterargument.

“but i'm already a third year! with a girlfriend too y'know.”

nodding her head to act as if she's paying attention to his words, shoyo's mother argues back, “yes, yes, but you still live with me so—wait.”

from the tone of her voice in the last word, shoyo tries to speed up his pace but a mother's hand is always faster.

“what do you mean by girlfriend, young man.”

“whoops..?”

turning around on his heel, he raises a hand behind his neck trying to think of a way to properly explain. it doesn't take long before he starts his own sign language while giving his mother the detailed lore of your relationship—which didn't last for long because natsu had other plans.

“sho's not a loser!” she juts in her opinion, looking at her older brother with an open mouth covered by her hand.

“NAT-SU,” feeling shocked, betrayed and offended, shoyo goes to press his palm over her hand to seal her mouth shut. as the color red diffuses to all of his ear, he feigns a limp as he takes baby steps away from his family.

kuroo is not kuroo if he doesn't bother kenma after twelve a.m during the weekend sleepover. if there's a sleeping kenma, there's a wide awake kuroo waiting for the right moment to strike.

“psst, kenma, wake up.”

“please shut up.”

“KENMA!”

“NO.”

covering both ears with his pillow, kenma turns around to block off kuroo and whatever he's got going on at 1:43 AM according to his watch. but oh no, don't get it twisted. kuroo is not one to forfeit that easily—persistent may as well be his middle name!

“i was going to show you my girl but i guess not!” changing his tone to a teasing one, kuroo backs off kenma's bed and goes to his futon.

as if it was an auto-response, kenma sits up straight, sharply turning his neck to kuroo, “pause.”

and with that, kuroo adds one point to himself on his imaginary scoreboard. snickering to himself, he turns his back to kenma, waving him off by repeating what he previously said, “you told me shut up.”

“wait i'm sorry,” kenma says. slouching off his bed, he uses his right foot to nudge at kuroo's “sleeping” figure. it takes about five nudges before he speaks again, “you know i love knowing people's business. please, kuroo.”

adding another point to himself on the scoreboard, kuroo turns on his back with a grin and a phone to his face. raising the phone to kenma's height, kuroo shows him a picture of a girl and kenma thinks kuroo's gone delusional. maybe he's just tired.

“whose daughter did you find on pinterest?”

“okay fuck you.”

snatching his phone back, kuroo actually feels quite offended. is kenma implying he's not attractive enough to pull a pretty girl!?

“I WAS NOT FINISHED LOOKING.”

“privileges REVOKED.”

shoving a middle finger in the air, kuroo pulls his blanket over his head to quietly sob in peace (this is an exaggeration).

kenma, tired of kuroo's antics, steals kuroo's phone to look at your picture and find proper evidence that you guys are indeed together.

“don't go through our chats by the way.”

“ew.”

three adults, three cushions and one bottle. in osamu's living room sits him, his brother and rintaro. how'd they get here? boredom. extreme boredom. when they were no longer entertained by the alcohol, atsumu brought up the idea of truth-or-dare with using a bottle.

spinning the bottle, osamu watches it land on rintaro and immediately asked him a question he's been dying to know, “rin, is it true you're seeing someone?”

throwing his head back, rintaro groans. he knew it'd come sooner or later but he still wants to be mysterious.

“nosy much?” and to that, both twins responded, “SAYS YOU!?”

dragging his palm over his face, rintaro laughs before confirming osamu's question. he's twenty-six with nothing to lose and he thinks he's sexy—so obviously he'd not be single..!

osamu's jaw drops. although he was the one who asked, he's still shocked. to his defense, rintaro's always seemed like the type to stay in the talking zone.

“oh, that poor woman. save her now before it's too late.” using a napkin, atsumu wipes his crocodile tears only to be kicked by no one other than suna rintaro. cackling at rintaro's reaction, atsumu defends himself, “'m just messing with ya!”

rintaro rolls his eyes. turning around to grab his phone, he proudly shows off his lockscreen that's a picture of you from your anniversary date, “isn't she pretty?” with a small smile on his face, he feels his pride emotion being activated.

“i dunno...i've seen better,” atsumu states his (unwanted) opinion. tapping a finger on his chin, he squints at the phone.

and as for rintaro? his heart dropped. looking directly at atsumu this time, he questions him, “such as..?”

“like myself duh.”

one.

two.

three.

and cue the fight scene with rintaro and atsumu while osamu tries to catch his breath from laughing.

“I AM SICK OF YOU.” stifling atsumu with his cushion, rintaro makes sure to smother his face with the fabric. he, atsumu, must feel the pain.

“hey—HEY. GO EASY ON THE HAIR.”

[delilahcalicocat]

Are you taking requests still?, can i request a Cody Rhodes x wife reader fic where reader brings their daughter to a live show and their daughter gets jealous when her daddy takes another kid with him to the ring and she's like daddy doesn't love me. So reader comforts her baby and reassures her. Cue cuddles and kisses with daddy afterwards.

A/N: Yes! I'm still taking requests, and I love this story, so I'm gonna use the name Megan for the Child, Since Emma is Cody's adopted daughter

♥︎~Cuddles~♥︎

{Rating: Fluff! <3}

{Warnings: Crying, Y/N being an amazing mother}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Wife!Fem!Reader}

Cody bringing a child into the ring wasn't unusual. He'd usually do it to fulfill a child's dream.

But this time, it was different. As you had you and Cody's daughter 5-year old Megan, it was her first WWE show. You were excited for it too since you were front row.

But your heart sank when you saw the child be picked up by Cody.

Your thoughts were racing.. you didn't want Megan to cry because her daddy picked up another kid..

But she saw everything, And became a sobby little pile of sadness in your lap

You kept reassuring her, that Daddy was just doing this as a part of the show..

"Daddy doesn't love me.." Megan sobbed

"He does Darling, it's just apart of the Entrance.." You said

"Mommy are you sure?" The child asked you

"Yes Darling, Daddy does this at every show its all apart the show script.." You spoke

The child took your words and hoped they were true, her water works stopped and she ended up falling asleep while you were walking with her backstage looking for Cody.

"Hey Y/N!" Jey Greeted you

"Hi... Jey.." You said

"So what happened with Megan there?" Jey asked

"Oh.. She got upset after her daddy held up another kid, so she cried for a bit and then fell asleep" You sighed

"Here, I'll take her to Cody's Bus so you can go tell Cody what to do." Jey Said.

You handed Megan over to Jey and headed off to find Cody's Locker Room

"Cody..." You said standing in the Doorway

"Hi Honey" Cody smiled

"Listen.. Codes, you picking up that kid tonight, made Megan upset.. I promised her you'd cuddle her once we get back to the bus.." You spoke

"I see.. come on then.." Cody said

You both walked out of the arena and went to the tour bus..

Cody and Megan took up residency on the couch, and Megan was happy her dad was cuddling her.

You on the other hand, you were overjoyed seeing that. It's a memory of a lifetime, Seeing Megan and Cody snuggling was making your heart hurt.. you loved them both but this was too cute..

"See Megan, Daddy does love you" You said

All you got back was a smile.

"I think she's too overjoyed to speak-" Cody said

"I don't mind, as long as she's happy" you smiled

You were also sure there'd be a line of kiss marks on Megan's head tomorrow aswell.

"It's time for bed-" You stopped yourself seeing Megan and Cody asleep on the couch

You simply covered them with a blanket and gave Megan her usual kiss on the forehead

"Good night you two" you said softly, headed towards the bed so you could sleep

[icycoldninja]

Can I request Dante x Fem Reader who finds out she is pregnant and doesn't know how to tell Dante... How will he react? And how will he care for her throughout pregnancy....

Absolutley! Here you go and I hope u enjoy 💜

Pregnant (DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

Recently, you'd been feeling weird. You were growing increasingly fatigued, your back ached, you were feeling nauseous nearly all the time, and your mood changed like the wind. You'd randomly burst into tears whenever you heard a nostalgic song on the radio; you were often grumpy and snapped at your friends, and sometimes just felt really happy for no reason. Initially, you blew it off as exhaustion from work, until you missed your period. The entire month flew by and there wasn't a single drop of menstrual blood--one of the most telling symptoms of pregnancy. You had to check now, so you raced to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test.

An hour or so later, you were curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing, the positive-reading test in your hands. It was true. You were pregnant, and worse yet, you knew who the father was: Dante. You two had done the deed not too long ago--without protection. The two of you were so caught up in your lovemaking, you had forgotten about possible consequences. Your mind was currently in a state of delirium; thoughts swirling about like a violent blizzard. You were thrilled to discover that a child was growing inside you, but at the same time, dreaded telling Dante that the kid was his. Despite their differences, Dante and Vergil were still brothers who shared some of their core traits--and you didn't want your child to end up like Nero. After a few moments of mentally debating it, you decided to take a breather and go to one of the girls for help. Snatching up your wallet and keys, you headed for the door right when it flew open of it's own accord, or rather, Dante's accord. He strode into the room, a smile on his face, then wrapped you in a big hug. "Heya, babe! Miss me?" You nodded, wincing as he pressed you against his frame, which applied unwanted pressure on your painfully sensitive breasts. "I did," You managed to choke out, struggling to free yourself from his grip. "I missed you so much." Dante roughly patted you on the back; a gesture that normally wouldn't bother you, but now that your back was an aching, sore mess, it did. "Ow! Stop being so rough, Dante!" Dante pulled away from you, confused. "What? Did-did I do something wrong? Why ya being all grouchy?" Realizing that your behavior was going to give you away, you immediately sobered up. "No, it's just...." You sucked in a breath, trying to think up a lie quickly. "I...uhhh...pulled a muscle in my back earlier, and it hurts if you touch it." Dante blinked at you a few times before his bewildered expression melted into a grin. "Aw, is that all? I could massage it for you if you like." You forced a smile; sudden pangs of nausea were filling your stomach. "No thanks, Dante, I'll be fine." Dante frowned, sensing this behavior wasn't like you at all--you always enjoyed his massages because his hands were so strong. "You sure you're OK, Y/N? You're acting weird." You gagged; the sudden need to vomit overcoming you. Wordlessly, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet in time. Out came your breakfast, lunch, and last night's dinner, followed by an amalgamation of other substances you didn't want to recognize. Dante appeared around the corner, brow furrowed. "Y/N, are you sick?" You shook your head, sighing. If there was ever a time to tell him, it was now. "I'm not sick, Dante...I'm pregnant." Dante's blue eyes widened; his mouth dropped open in shock. "Wh-really?And...and the dad...is me?" You nodded miserably, feeling another wave of vomit coming. Still awed, Dante rushed forward and held your hair back while you regurgitated all that was in your stomach. After you'd been cleaned up and all that, you seated him on the couch and gave it to him straight. "Yes, Dante, you're the dad. I'm pregnant with your kid." Dante was amazed and overjoyed, but something about your tone didn't sit right with him. "Why do you sound so mad? Do...do you not want a kid?" He looked hurt, and disappointed, as if raising a child was something he'd longed for his entire life. "I do want a child...but I'm just...worried.." Dante gently took your hand in his, kissed it, and asked, "About what?" Before you could stop yourself, you'd burst into tears.

"I'm just worried you'll leave me like Vergil left Nero!" You ended up blurring out, while sobbing into his chest. "I don't want that for our kid! I want you to stay with me and have a family!" Dante was silent for a while, gently rubbing circles into you back while you cried and told him all your worries. Eventually, he pulled away, but only so he could wipe away the tears in your eyes and kiss your cheeks. "I won't leave. I'm not that old asshole, Y/N, just cause we look the same doesn't mean we'll act the same. I want to raise a family with you. I really do." He reached down and rubbed your belly. "I can't wait for this kid to get here, he's gonna be a badass just like his old man!" You laughed, nestling into his shoulder. "How do you know it'll be a boy? What if it's a girl?" Dante shrugged in response. "Then she'll be badass, like her old man, and probably'll be as pretty as her momma." You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I sure hope so..."

♡ Pregnancy care headcannons ♡

-Carries you everywhere, even if your destination is just across the room.

-Sets up a nursery like 8 months ahead of time, claiming that he needs all the time he can get to decorate it to "suit the baby's tastes".

-Throws a huge (alcohol free) party at DMC and uses it as an excuse to dramatically announce your pregnancy.

-Can't stop rubbing it in his brother's face, as until recently, a child was one of the few things Vergil had that Dante didn't.

-Cooks the weirdest dishes (like spaghetti with chocolate sauce and omlettes with rice in them) but that's okay cause you so happen to be craving these weird foods.

-CUDDLES AND HUGS 24/7!

-Seriously cannot wait for this kid to be born, he has so many plans.

[becca4leafclover]

Thinking about the ending of Purgatory again, how the two people with wings saving people were Philza and Fit.

Phil, everyone knows had the wings. HAS the wings, now, in this miracle of this place, where nothing good grows and yet it's given Phil the chance to regain his lost limbs. Even after they were pushed to their fragile limits and broken again to save Tubbo, Phil's wings still exist on his back after they'd been gone for far too long.

But what about the other person who miraculously had wings? Who never had any sort of phantom pains of lost limbs in all of his life, who touched the sky only through mechanical marvels and the husks of void insects and never craved the feeling of flight as a wingfolk does.

Unlike Phil, who returned from the End challenge nearly sobbing for his children and the healing of his wings, Fit had no such thing when he went through those portals. He went through and grinned at the sight of a pair of elytra, a trusty tool back on 2b2t. He raced through the course and jumped through the other side and physically looked no different.

But who knows how long it's been since the last time Fit touched the void? Since he went to go solve the mystery of his airship's ghost voyage? That was years ago. It was nice to feel- free. Of Purgatory, of Quesadilla, of his mission and all the complications of the past few months. It was just him and the empty infinity below him for a few minutes.

When Fit left the End, he didn't miss the elytra. No, he was no Philza. But his body felt abuzz in a way he couldn't explain. It came and went, a slight background noise or strangely absent. Fit didn't pay much attention to it- his focus was on surviving. Grinding. Winning, for Ramon. But he found himself idly noticing it when he was helping Tubbo, or wandering with Pac, or defending Tina.

Days past, and the end of the world seemed to come from one of their own. Fit saw the writing on the wall of the fate of their kids and knew that he didn't have time to look for a lost cause. He pushed his limits to get to the escape boat. It was intense, but he didn't think for a moment that he wouldn't make it. He knew that not all of his friends would be so lucky. But it was survival of the fittest, and Fit knew it better than almost anyone else.

When Phil and Tubbo made it to the boat on Phil's broken wings, something stirred inside Fit. It was the two leaders of the surviving teams, the two that had just dueled to the death, holding each other like lifelines. These weren't more survivors in a wasteland, they were his FRIENDS. Could Fit really stand here on this boat, knowing if he didn't do something he'd never see them again?

"Give me the lasso, I can save people," Fit offered once Phil collapsed when trying to get up.

The old crow and his young adversary looked at him with wonder. That buzzing feeling was back, stronger than it'd been before. Fit held out his hand for the fraying rope. Fit backed up on the boat's deck and sprinted, planning on jumping over the edge and diving into the water-

But he never fell once he went up.

Fit used all of his willpower to keep going. Find someone- ANYONE, to save one more life so it wasn't just him, the unconscious people he'd managed to get to the boat, and those other two going home. Anyone else.

One minute. Bagi.

Fit screamed her name through the air. She shouted in surprise when she spotted him.

"Fit! You have wings?"

Fit took the second to glance over his shoulder. Wings, on his back, glowing against the hazy red light that covered the island.

"I'm getting you out of here," was all Fit said as he tied the rope around Bagi. He hefted her up, and then took off again.

They made it to the boat with twenty seconds left on the timer. Tubbo had gotten the engine revving and he heard Charlie screaming somewhere inside. He pulled Bagi out of the water, and then everyone's MDA's went off violently with notifications. Their time was up.

The buzzing in Fit's body faded as the boat sped away from the island- and their remaining friends, and the little buddies, and the corpses of their children, and the black dot rising in the sky that spelled total destruction. And the next time Fit noticed, the magic wings that had allowed him to be the hero of the hour were gone too.

It wasn't until they were back on Quesadilla Island that anyone mentioned the miracle Fit had pulled. Phil showed Fit so much trust, in revealing to him his mangled wings that he was able to keep coming back home. And he gently asked- what happened to Fit's? Why did Fit never tell that he had lost his wings too?

"I'm not like you, Phil. I've never had wings to lose."

"...But we all saw them, mate. Were you at least born with them?"

Fit shook his head. "Not that I ever knew. But I don't remember much about where I came from before 2b anyway."

Phil had frowned at that, but left it.

The next person to bring it up was Tubbo, along with Bagi and Pac while they were waiting for their somehow-alive kids to wake up from their comas.

"Hey Fit, what happened to your wings?"

"Oh yeahh! You were my hero, Fit! I don't think I'll ever be able to make it up to you," Bagi said. Fit waved them off.

"Don't worry about it, Bagi, we're all good."

"You have wings?" Pac questioned, his voice filled with such pure wonder. Fit shook his head.

"I... I really don't know what that was. I just knew I had the chance to save one more person, so I did. I wouldn't be surprised if that fucking Eye did something just to try to get under my skin! Good thing I'm tougher than that," Fit said with a smile. For the first time since the boat, that strange feeling prickled along his back.

Bagi frowned, while Pac looked at his whole being with his observant eyes, and Tubbo tilted his head.

"I would have loved to see you with wings... How cool you would look!" Pac breathed. Fit chuckled at that, but couldn't find the words to quite reply.

"What if you did have wings before?" Tubbo said, "Like how Phil had his healed back there?"

"I already talked to him about it. I've never had wings in my whole life. Or if I did, I lost them before I ended up in 2b2t, but that was when I was still a kid. If I ever came from anywhere before 2b anyway."

"They weren't really like Philza's either, when I saw them. They seemed- magical? They weren't really- I don't know the word- they weren't really real. They were all glowy," Bagi added.

Pac hummed thoughtfully. "You sound like a guardian angel that only got his wings in a time of need..."

That struck a chord with Fit. The feeling in him settled pleasantly, like he'd gotten an answer he didn't know the question to. "Maybe, maybe. Maybe you're closer than you think, I don't know. guess we'll never really know unless we end up in hell fighting each other again and have to escape another nuke!"

"Do NOT even joke about that!!"

"I don't know, I kind of want to see my guardian angel fly me to safety..." Pac said, a tease in his voice and cheeks flushed pink. Fit, admittedly, balked at this, and couldn't come up with a response. Tubbo, meanwhile, gagged.

The last clue Fit had to the strange event in Purgatory, was when he was stretching in the new yoga room of Fit's Fitness.

He was alone in the calming space, the tinkling of the water feature an easy background noise. He was doing some final stretches after a workout, to relax his muscles before he called it a day. His sweaty shirt was in the corner by the shoe rack- he really needed to change out of his Purgatory clothes, now that the islanders were slowly starting to be able to put that behind him.

In the mirror as he was just doing a shoulder stretch with his mechanical arm, for the first time Fit noticed a pair of scars on his back.

Now, Fit was familiar with his plethora of scars that covered his whole body. He knew the major ones- the ones that were closer calls with permanent death than he'd like to admit. His scar tissue had layers, with the way that explosions left their marks on the same spots over and over again. But despite the size of these scars, Fit couldn't remember where he got them from off the top of his head. Two long slashes- fairly clean. One was partially covered by the metallic plating that was embedded into his shoulder- maybe that was why he'd forgotten about them before?

It was still weird though. Nothing on 2b2t left such clean slashes. Especially not so symmetrical, or in what really was a vital place... strange indeed...

Fit looked back at himself in the mirror, examining the scars with mild curiosity.

For a moment, pale glowing wings were aligned with those slits. Fit blinked, and they were gone. That fuzzy feeling returned, and lingered as Fit's mind raced.

He had a feeling there was something he didn't know about himself.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

If you’re still writing plz tag me in part two of the dally faking his death story 🫶🫶 (if you do tags Ofc)

ok tbh i wasnt expecting to make a p2 of this but i was also really rude and left it as a cliffhanger ! the end is sad. but if you want, ask for a p3 and i will make it sweet !

I forgot how pretty y/n was..

"i asked if you were up for a round!" you nearly shouted at him, rage bubbling over. how could he?! leave you, johnny, buck, everyone he knew? but even worse, he embedded the idea of his death, his blood spilled, into your mind.

he silently picked up his cue, shocked. what was he supposed to do?

the game played out silently, you hit ball after ball, kicking his ass in the game. to be honest, you wanted to kick his ass in real life. tears were blinding your eyes as you played. you felt tarnished, like your soul was ripped from you and you tried to sew it back in with mediocre stitching and dental floss. oh it hurt, it hurt bad. halfway through the game, you just couldnt take it anymore. you dropped your cue and left, tears slipping from your eyes.

dal didn't know what to do. if he disturbed the peace he'd grew in this new home, he'd have to risk going back and facing everyone he'd hurt. but he couldn't stand seeing you so ruined. he raced out after you. "y/n!" he called, you stopped, you hadn't heard his voice in a while. it was so perfect, you almost wanted to forgive him. almost. "the fuck do you want winston, or do you have a different name here?" you seethed "y/n i'm so sorry, i had to leave. it was so suffocating in there, every turn made me so choked up i knew i had to leave." he spoke softly, like you would break like glass if he raised his voice. "so you choose to suffocate all the rest of us because you were tired of where you slept at night!?" you screamed, oh were you mad.

"i couldn't have anyone come with me, or know i was leaving, i only drag them down." he said, sighing as if you were a kid that didn't understand 'adult things'

"well you fucking dragged us down thats for sure. now johnnys six feet FUCKING UNDER" your voice got louder, surely attracting attention. dally's eyes widened and he paled. "what?" "he's dead winston. he killed himself." "but.." he started, eyes brimming with tears. he reached out to you but you stepped back. "please y/n.." "if i go home, i promise i won't speak about you and what i saw. i won't come back. what i want you to do is to never forget what you did. i want you to wallow in your own misery, i hope you suffocate in every town you go to, choke in every house and fucking die a loner." you spit. "y/n, that's not fair.." he sobbed.

"you're not a victim dallas. so stop acting like one." you turned your back to him and walked away.

[bchanslvr]

hey! can i please request some fluff with harry potter? it can be anything you want! 💘

strawberry shortcake [hp x fem!reader]

word count — 2k (2, 954)

warnings — kissing, anxiety? overal no warnings

summary — you get a bad score and your loving boyfriend comes to the rescue to comfort you.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i couldn't think of an idea so i just came up with one from my own life. basically i had this test that i failed so my math grade from a b to a d.. and so i thought why not just use that and your request to create a fluffy harry x reader where he comforts the reader after a bad grade. i hope you enjoy. also i think i'd like to start writing on here again. and i swear i'll actually do ideas that you guys send me so please send any interesting ideas for me to do. also i tried to check for all grammar errors but im only human after all <3

you felt like your eyes were going to bulge out of your head when you saw your history of magic score. god save me, you thought.

you were stupid. you had a week to study, yet like you always do, you procrastinated and studied for 15 minutes before going to sleep.

and of course the material didn't stick in your head, so you got a poor score on the test. gosh not even poor, it was a tragedy. 13/45? come on. your grade was going to be a disaster. especially so close to break and finals. what were you going to do about it?

your mind was racing a million miles per hour thinking of anything that can help, but you kept running into obstacles.

how about i go during my free time for tutoring? you thought. yes that'll be great! oh wait. i need to go on my plant in herbology. scratch that. how about i beg for a retake? oh who am i kidding? he hates me he'll never let me re-take. maybe i can tell him a sob story, and then he'll have to be sympathetic and help in some way. i know he doesn't do extra credit but-

"hey y/n" harry said walking over to you with his messanger bag in hand.

you stood there frozen for a minute before looking up to say "oh.. hi harry..".

and well, harry could be oblivious sometimes. well, most of the time, but he saw the apathetic look on your face, and he just knew something was wrong. he was smart enough to know he couldn't ask you head on so he said,

"listen, y/n, i see something bothering you, so do you think you would want to go to hosmead after school with me to help you feel better? after all that's what i'm hear for" harry said.

"um... well... i... oh, forget it; yes, I'll come. meet me near the willow tree at 5 and we'll head there. maybe it will clear my mind. thank you again, harry," you said with a wide grin because at least you had someone who cared about you.

"no problem sugar, try to keep your head up till the rest of the day. ill see you later!!" harry said before winking at you and leaving the classroom.

you simply smiled back at him and began packing up your stuff to head out to your next class which was at the oppostie of the end of the school so you had to hurry before you were late.

the rest of the day passed by in such a blur. you didn't pay attention in any of your classes and just sat there in your seat like a statue. you almost ended up falling asleep in charms, but your partner bumped your elbow in time before professor flitchwick came by your seat and harassed you.

you couldn't wait to go to hogsmead with harry. you were having a terrible week, so you really needed this.

so you got to your dorm, did the usual stuff. put away your things, took a long shower, spent more than 10 minutes figuring out what you were going to wear, and just barely ran to the tree on time.

lucky for you, harry was just arriving as well, so you weren't late.

"hi sweetheart! im glad you made it" harry said after giving you a peck kiss on your cheek.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and pshh, whatttt that's just because of how cold it is outside since it's the beginning of november. totally not because of harry's gesture.

you still couldn't believe you scored with the pride of the school. everything that happened between meeting him and dating him was golden. you once believed that love would be black and white, but it's golden.

anyways you need to stop going back to the past and try to stay in the present more.

".. so i was just thinking we'd hit up the leaky cauldron and get a drink and then we can go anywhere you like. like if you have any errands to run. we could do that."

you smiled at him and said, "yes, butterbeer sounds great. "

he smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours.

you tightened your grip on his hand, and smiled to yourself. walking hand in hand to hogsmead.

you guys window shopped until you got to the leaky cauldron. harry being close with the bartender, got to get booth seats and two butterbeers for free cause it was "long over due".

you sat opposite of each other. playing tootsie and giggling at each other's stories about random things like first years.

you stayed there until your drinks were long over, and you guys just talked about whats going on in your lives.

and all too soon it started getting darker, so you had to start leaving. harry gave the bartender a big tip after he once again intertwined his fingers with yours.

you arms swang together as you shuffled closer to stay warm.

kicking the snow on the ground and living carefree.

walking and talking all the way till he reached your dorm door.

 "so.. this is it for today. tomorrow we can go somewhere else, okay? so i guess it's good night love, sleep well-" he started before being interrupted.

"but i want you to stay!" you said, pouting.

"what?" he said, confused.

"yes, harry you heard me, i want you to stay." you said adamentally.

"but what about the enchantments?" he asked.

"oh don't worry hermione got those removed for all of us a long long time ago when she started dating ron"

"your kidding. you absolutey joking with me right?" he said looking ludocrus.

"no honey, im being 100% serious right now" you said smirking at his dumb expression. 

"and nobody told me???? i wanted to sleep next to you the entire time, but i though the enchantments were going to block me. why didn't you say anything?" he said, now being the one who was pouting.

"i don't know why my love. and i'm so sorry; can we cuddle now?" you asked. eye lashes fluttering at him so pretty he just had to give in.

"oh alright, i forgive you" he said smiling.

"yay!" you said as you dragged him by the hand and onto your bed. he would've still be mad at you but how can he be when he sees those eyes of yours that just stare at him full of love, every single minute of your day?

"...and then eat and-hello? harry? HARRY! are you even listening?" you asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face to catch his attention

"oh! woops i'm sorry dove, i got lost in your eyes"

"oh please" you asked, blushing.

"no love, i'm being totally serious right now. they're my favorite part about you. they tell me everything i need to know before it even comes out of your mouth," he said, bringing his hand to caress your right cheek in a loving manner.

"well- i-" you sputter, trying to think of something to say.

"shut up"  he says, in a demanding manner.

he pushed you onto the bed, so that your back was against it and he was on top of you. he was smirking and checking you out as you layed there.

and, to be honest, it made you.. feel things. warm cheeks and a fluttery feeling inside

you loved harry, he was a wonderful man. but God, he was so slow.

he never got any "action" in the love department before you. which you enjoyed because you liked the thought that you would be his first everything.

so far, nothing more than a heavy make-out session with some clothes off has happened. and you would never ever push him or force him to satisfy you until he comes to you.

and you'd wait as long as he made you but he was so dense sometimes.

like now. he doesn't even know the things he does to your insides as he looks at you like that.

"well are you gonna do something or just stare at me like that?" you ask.

he smiled and pressed his lips against yours. his soft velvety lips that have been bitten and chewed on were perfect against yours.

you ran your fingers through the side of his hair and pulled him close till he was one against your boobs.

his hand traveled to your neck, holding you until you had to break apart to breathe.

you giggled at his dazed expression and then pushed him over and straddled him so now you were on top.

now it was his turn to chuckle as he looked up at you with those gorgeous green eyes.

sparkling admised the red curtains and your bed sheets.

you couldn't help it as you smashed his lips into yours once again. it was safe to say you were completely mad for him as he grabbed your waist closer to him.

his hands roamed all over your body. squeezing and pinching and holding any part of your body he could reach. his hands werecoming over to squeeze your ass when-

"Y/N!!! Y?N?? WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ME AND RON ARE- ohhhh..." hermione said as she barged into your shared dorm.

you broke apart so fast you must of his hit his head with your chin. ron stood behind hermione shell-shocked and she stood there with the doorknob in her hand speechless.

"im so sorry y/n oh my gosh. i can stay in ron's dorm tonight. don't worry about it. i-uhm have fun you two?.. hahaha bye."

and they slammed the door after that and you could hear them running away frantically. trying to erase the memory of each of their best friends getting it on.

you just sat there on his lap not knowing what just happened and he broke out in a loud laugh. that kind of contagious laugh that cheers everyone up.

you joined him in it and rolled him over so you were both lying on your sides facing each other.

"the l0ook on ron's face i- cant-t"

soon enough the laughing simmidered down and you both just stared at each other.

he was thinking of how lucky he was to have you when you interrupted his train of thought to say: "i actually have the matching pajama set that you got us for christmas last year remember? we couldn't wear it because we were so busy. why don't we wear it now?" you inquired.

"oh yeah! i remember! that's a great idea y/n!" he said, grabbing your cheeks in both hands, squishing them together "my baby's a genius isn't she" he baby talked to you and made you smile and laugh till your jaws hurt.

he then went to get the clothes for you. before yelling about how the girls dormitory had more room than the boys to which you giggled at from where you were on the bed. he then finally brought them back to your bed.

it wasn't anything much it had a snowman and snowflake print on the pants in a velvety soft material, and a ringer tee that said "oh deer"

you went into the bathroom to change happily. thinking about how you still went somewhere else to change even though it has been almost a year of dating him. you were still scared of him seeing you all barren like that and he didn't mind.

but if he was to say, he wouldn't mind you looking like that.

he cleared his throat and looked around to distract his thoughts of you before you showed up dressed looking the most perfect holiday angel.

he couldn't help but blush slightly as you sauntered over with a goofy smile on your face. he didn't like that it rendered his muscles into jello and his stomach to jump around like it did.

"come on now don't make me wait!" you said, giggling and jumping onto your side of the bed.

he smiled at you before joining next to you on the bed. he made himself more comfortable before he thought of something.

"do you want to go down for dinner love?" he asked

"hmphhh, i frogot about that. ughhhhhh do we have toooooo?? m' to comfortable." you said, pulling your blanket higher over you and melting into harry's side and the pillow.

he chuckled again, "that's just what i was about to say. don't worry i have it all sorted out"

he clapped twice before winky the elf walked out of thin air and bowed down to harry.

"hi there winky, how have you been?" harry asked genuinely.

"i've been good sir. how has master harry potter been?"

"i've been good. listen now, i have a request. can you bring us our dinner to our bed? i don't know if it's allowed but me and my girlfriend here don't want to walk down to dinner. can you do that?"

"sure winky can bring food for master harry potter and his girlfriend! winky would be delighted to be of service!"

"thank you winky i know i can count on you. could you also bring us two glasses of water and any dessert you have?"

"yes sir i'll be back here as soon as i can!"

and just like that she disappeared again leaving you guys in silence.

"well well well... look at you, with your own personal elf huh? what will hermione think?"

"shut up, winky actually likes to work and i'm just helping her to be in service" he said, and with that he pinched you.

"oww!! harry!! i know i was just teasing you. and you know actually in my house when you clap two times you either turn on or off a light not make an elf appear"

"oh yeah well-"

winky appeared out of thin air again with a tray in her hands

"here you are sir and sir's girlfriend. for your dessert like you asked i brought you somthing we had left over, strawberry shortcakes!! is this okay for master harry potter?" she asked.

harry grabbed it from her hand and placed in the middle of the bed.

"it's perfect winky thank you. you are dismissed now. "thank you sir. if there is anything else you would like me to do winky will be glad to service you again!"

she disappeared out of the thin air she came from.

"alright then dig in my love" he said.

"thank you harry, you're a dear" you say.

he blushed at the nickname but ate nonetheless. until you got to the dessert, you guys sat in a comfortable silence. but just when you were about to dig in on the cake both of your utensils clinked as they were reaching for the cake at the same time.

you looked at each other and laughed. "how about we do this? i know this might be a little cringe but i can feed you and you can feed me"

"ah yes be romantic in our bed with pajamas on, sure let's" harry said chuckling.

you shook your head with a smile and grabbed a piece on your fork, his mouth wide open and waiting. you gently pushed it into his mouth and brought it back out.

then it was his turn to dip his fork into the cheesecake and feed it to you like that. that kept altering until the cake was done. when it was done and about to be cleaned up you observed a small piece of frosting hanging on his chin.

you smiled to your self before putting your thumb into your mouth to collect wetness before wiping away the smudge.

he seemed surprised at first and then finally came to his senses.

he grabbed your wrist when it was just about to leave and pulled you closer. you look at him startled before he smashed his lips onto you once again. he pressed himself against you and warmed you up from the inside.

he tasted like strawberries and smelled like the leftover smell of a fireplace that's been extingushed.

you closed your eyes and gave in to his ministrations. allowing him to place you on your back on your bed again and kiss you like no tomorrow. you were panting as you broke apart.

that went on for a few more minutes till the high went off and he seemed embarrassed of what he did.

"harry. darling. don't worry. i liked it. if you hadn't started it, i would've" you said, caressing his arm.

he seemed to be reassured in your words and smiled at you. he put the tray away for the elfs to get in the morning along with your clothes to be washed.

you both set yourself comfortable and snuggled into the warm covers.

you wanted to face him but your back demanded to be faced the other way. you swore you had a back problem, and you were not even twenty!! so you faced your back to his face. thought he didn't mind. he actually preferred it this way because he could put his leg on top of you pull you closer to his chest.

you could feel his breath down your neck and his hand inching over your stomach lacing with yours. his face hidden among your soft hair.

you layed there content and belly full with the love of your life and delicious food. your bad score from the morning is a faint memory in the back of your mind. you can worry about that when exams come but for now life was good.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

harry taglist - i have no one to tag right now except the people i already know like works, because i made a new taglist which is in my navigation so if you'd like to be tagged in future works check it out! anyways @elleblxck @ronsbadidea @ladyvesuvia @heythereangels @hmupotter @toms-diary

[scottstreetbell]

Harry's "best friend" is the best boyfriend in the entire world.

Y/n loved her boyfriend more than she loved most things. He called her all sorts of beautiful things, would give her beautiful gifts for no good reason, and most importantly, he loves her and doesn't let her forget it. Amongst their friend group, they are the perfect match. Never apart. Never not talking to each other. Completely connected. It's been like this for the past year, and she loved it.

It took a while to get used to the constant flow of compliments, but she soon learned to bask in them. She still blushes and giggles at them because she still got butterflies whenever he showered her with love.

Harry hated it.

He hated how his best friend asked out the girl he had a crush on for the last year of uni, the one he befriended first. He hated how happy she seemed under his arm. He hates everything about them.

But

He still likes her. He loves whenever he is lucky enough to catch her alone. He loves catching her eye in a crowded room. The thing he loves most is when she smiles at him. He would give up a lot of things to just see that smile more often. It's not like she doesn't smile. In fact, she is smiling almost constantly, but it never quite meets the eye.

It's another one of the friend groups' weekly brunches where Harry overhears a conversation that piques his interest.

"We need to talk, and I think we should leave." The once warm voice of Y/n sounds upset and shakey it makes Harry feel uneasy.

"Let's just talk here. If we leave, people will think something is wrong." Dean's voice is stern and unmoving.

"Fine." Harry has never seen her this upset. "I know that you're cheating on me. I just need to know what I did wrong." To add salt into the wound, she reaches out for his hand, and he pulls back.

"Y/n, I'm not talking about this here." This is what made the tear fall from her big eyes. Harry just wishes he could reach out and wipe them away.

Taking a shakey breath, "You treat me as if I hung the sun, so I don't know what I did." A small sob is let out. "I love you so much. You mean everything to me. I'll fix whatever is wrong with me, just please don't leave me for her." Y/n's begging and pleading is a bit louder than she intended.

"You need to leave. I'll tell everyone you have a family emergency that you need to tend to by yourself. Go home and pack your shit because I'm done." Never in Harry's life has he ever wanted to physically hurt someone until this moment.

"No, you're not doing this to me. You can't be." She's in complete disbelief. "You said you were going to marry me!" Y/n semi shouted. Everything is falling apart in front of her. The man she so deeply loved destroyed her with so little words that he deserved a prize.

He built up her confidence with his sweet nothings. He overfilled her with love and words of affirmation. He made her feel seen. Then he took it all away with an affair.

They talked about marriage and kids and a future where they would have a porch swing and watch their grandkids run around. He said he was looking at rings.

They were supposed to be together till the end, but now...

Her mind is racing. Was she not pretty anymore? Was she ignoring him? Was she just simply not enough for him?

As she is stuck in her mind, she doesn't realize Dean has completely left her.

She's slowly losing the ability to breathe, and she can't feel the ground beneath her feet. Harry watches it all, and he can't bear it anymore.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, but we need to take deep breaths." He holds her shaking hands gently.

"I'm not enough for him anymore, Harry, I'm not enough." She sobs into his chest. He's now holding up half her body weight, and he cradles her head.

"He doesn't deserve you. How about we leave through the back door and we can go back to my place and change out of these uncomfortable clothes and watch some movies?" Harry whispers gently to her as her tears stain his shirt.

Although something he would never admit, his heart broke for her. Not because he was upset that the pair was officially broken up, but because of how much pain she is in from it. He knows how difficult this is all going to be on her, especially since her and Dean lived together.

For now, he just wants to be there as a best friend. He'll help her get back on her feet. He'll be the best person possible if it means she will be smiling and not crying.

She simply nods at his suggestion and whispers a small "please" that makes him frown at how meek she is.

"Ready to go?" Another nod follows, and they are on their way out, leaving the weekly brunch.

[risingsoleil]

i was imagining Lin so mas at Tenzin and ask for divorce and he started crying like a baby so now she is the one comforting him😭😭😭😭

"I can't believe you spilled it!!"

"I didn't mean it! I'm sorry Lin!"

"We were keeping this a secret!"

Fury raged in her eyes and Tenzin fell on his knees, rubbing his palms together. "I know, I'm sorry. I made a huge mistake because I was stupid."

"Now the whole world knows I'm pregnant and all of our hopes of having privacy are gone!"

"It's all my fault."

"We're done."

Tears raced down his cheeks, eyes bloodshot. "W-what?"

"We're done. You and I."

"No, Lin. P-please. Give me a second chance. I don't want us to have a divorce!"

"Why would you--"

Her question cut off by intense sobs and tears consuming her husband on the floor. Blurbs of apologies, regret, and promises tumbled out of his mouth in a jumbled mess that Lin couldn't keep up with it. Seeing Tenzin crying like this has always been her soft spot and with the pregnancy hormones, nothing is stopping her own tears from flowing.

Lin kneels beside him and hugs him.

"I don't want to get married to an acolyte! I only want our family to be you, me, and our babies. Please, give me another chance, Lin," he sobbed.

"Calm down, you airhead," she says, smacking him lightly on his back. "I was just being dramatic."

His sobbing subsided slightly and she felt him relax a little. "Really?" he stuttered.

"Did you think I'd leave a marriage so easily? You make me so mad but that doesn't mean I love you any less." Lin wipes her own tears and pulls away. She reaches for his cloak and dabs it along his eyes. "Besides, do you want our kid to be born and we're divorced? I don't want them to end up like me."

"But I love you."

"My point is. I love you and I always will. We're not getting a divorce over something this small. But why couldn't you have kept your mouth shut?"

"I'm sorry."

"I'll forgive you if you get me fire gummies, roast duck, and smoked sea slug."

"I'll give you whatever you want!"

Lin pouts. "And afterwards, I want you to make love to me."

"Of course. Anything for you."

[luvmmarner]

Morgan Rielly - Hold me

(REQUESTED) Request: "I'm right here baby, it's okay." with Morgan Rielly TW: mentions of death. TAGLIST: @bolts-nation @j-drysdale @mysticaldonkey @notacardigan @ryeriy Thanks for requesting this I loved writing it so much! <3 –

You used to be afraid of the darkness when you were a kid, and that fear has never gone away. It wasn't a big fear now that you were older. You could control being in the dark, but not when the entire home is completely pitch black.

You kept yourself occupied by watching television shows while waiting for Morgan to return home. He was finishing up the post-game interviews. You both planned to watch a movie when he got home like you always did when he was gone for a significant amount of time.

It wasn't even halfway through the show when the lights and the television both went out at the same time. You moved your gaze over to the hallway for a moment. It was dark, too. Your heart rate started to quicken. 

‘This was not happening.’ you mumbled.

You frantically searched the bed, patting it repeatedly to see if you could find your phone. You found it after rustling the blankets for a bit. You quickly unlocked your phone with no wasted time. You called Morgan's number. It rang and rang until it reached his voicemail. You made a number of attempts, but you were only able to reach his voicemail. You persisted in trying until your phone finally died.

You felt shivers rush through your body at the thought of being in the dark by yourself with no one else around to comfort you. You tightened the hold on the blanket bringing it up to cover what was to the side of you. It would be apparent to everyone there was nothing there, but the image of the darkness engulfing you was racing through your head like a freight train was all you could think about.

You had no idea how long you had been huddled up in your blankets you knew it had to be at least an hour. No matter how hard you tried to go to sleep, you were unable to do so because it was simply impossible to even close your eyes in the never-ending void of darkness.

You sat there and waited for an extremely long time, the only sound you could hear is the hooting of owls and the crickets in the distance.

That’s until you heard the front door close making the house's walls vibrate slightly. You feared the worst thoughts like; ‘what if someone broke in.’ and ‘am I going to die’ clouded your mind.

You temporarily shut your eyes as you listened to the sound of footsteps ascending the staircase. You were powerless to stop yourself from releasing a muffled sob as your tears soaked into the pillow. It was simple as that it was like in all horror movies. The power cuts and then someone dies.

"Baby… baby?" You were able to make out Morgan's voice, but your vision was hazy because the tears that were streaming down your face made it difficult to see clearly.

You could feel hands encircling your body. The scent of the cologne instantly calms and soothes you, putting you at ease. It was Morgan all along. You had absolutely nothing to be concerned about.

Morgan's hand briefly combed through your hair before returning to his previous position of massaging your back. You were able to stop crying and calm down.

“Why didn’t you answer.” You sniffled.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m here now.” He whispered planting a soft kiss on your head.

“Don’t leave.” You sighed feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier to the point you couldn’t open them.

“I’m right here baby, it’s okay. I’m never going to leave you." He shushed you when you tried to speak a few more words, but he kept reassuring you.

"I'll hold you until you wake up I promise." 

Those words made you feel comfortable enough to drift off. No more worries. You were safe and Morgan would protect you -- you were aware of that now. He was your protector and would hold you until the morning came around. 

- Enjoy reading this? Consider joining my TAGLIST <3

[lightningboltreader]

Char, you know I love you, which is why I'm coming to you with this slightly cursed yet topical ask: rank the Twilight movies from favourite to least favourite and justify your answers 💜

Ok, let's rumble (affectionate) -

Twilight

I am a fool for pining and the first book delivers. There's a delicious build-up of snarling, huffing and angst before the will they/won't they collides with lust, infatuation and then danger. I was FED. My paperback barely survived the rereads before I clung to the movie. Then I quickly replaced my hc's with each actor as they were announced and loved nearly everyone. The Cullens are a dream vampire family, their house and cars a shiny bonus. Plus baseball outfits. Iykyk. And yes, the soundtrack still fucking slaps. Supermassive 10/10. We'll always agree there.

Breaking Dawn

I wish I could break this in two. Wait, it's my review. I shall! The first: Breaking, the steamy slayyyy! The literal bed-breaking passionate destruction and oceanfront honeymoon bliss were a satisfying payoff for the build-up in Twilight. This is the fantastical, happily ever after shit my teenage brain craved. The pregnancy experience was about as much as I knew about pregnancy, so perfect level of detail. Bella has to become a vampire to save her family? So relatable. And Dawn: The dawning of a new era, where mother and child learn to love, where mother makes the noble sacrifice, where racing through the woods and hopping off tall trees is suburban bliss, where your friend and former love interest falls in fucking love with your kid. I stg, this was a true testament to my own new relationship. The man who stayed, who listened, who loved me and poured wine for me while I literally SCREAMED and SHOUTED at my teen rated book proved a level of devotion that neither Edward nor Jacob will ever be capable of. Still, I place the whole book at #2 because it conjured far more emotions than "UGH," unlike three and four.

But first, an interlude.

Midnight Sun

Edwards POV, my beloved. While Twilight + Breaking Dawn holds all my teenage dreams, this origin story companion is a fanfic indulgence I imagine Stefanie wrote simply to clear her comment box. "Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine were about to." It's satisfying because Edward made me swoon but not particularly insightful, unless you're in the market for a little Volvo coupe. The car and driver edition of the series, if you will.

New Moon

My boy drives away, sob! Edward peels out of snowy Forks in a cloud of angst, flinching jaw muscles and puppy-dog eyes in the best interest of his clumsy DANGER MAGNET. He's so dreamy! She's so dumb! I'm so sad! Sweet, furry Jacob lights up our world with his bronzed glow and motorcycle tricks, but the infatuation is short-lived (sweet, attractive boy who only wants your happiness? ew.) because hallucinations of a cute, fanged control freak are better. Until he's slapped around by the Volturi. Love the Volturi though - the name, the aesthetic, the evil popeness vibe - good stuff. If only there were more Volturi and less woe.

Eclipse

Danger, Danger! Victoria wants to kill Bella and destroy the Cullens. But worse than that, Bella has to decide between Jacob and Edward. Is she IN LOVE or does she just like-like supernatural dudes who want to make her their property? Who loves her more? Is it like, too embarrassing to get married at graduation? Do I like have any friends? Like, oh my god, what should I do????? Is there anyone on earth with harder decisions to make? CRINGE. She's insufferable and I lost centimeters on my molars in the repeated gnash. The worst.

The End!

[cress-meadowforge]

post-interviews, january 106.

trigger warnings: drugs, violence ft. @mxhlon

"McCreary."

The word was too sharp to drip from her lips. It spat, shards of vitriol lancing the air as Mahlon paused in the doorway.

Cress was too round to hinge one leg over the other, to perch herself above, where the vantage point was better, where she could properly observe him -- small, spineless creature he was. Instead, she was seated on the end of the bed, hands behind, heels of her palms pressing into the mattress.

"Wrong room," Mahlon replied dryly, but it was there: the minute warble, the subtle tell.

"Oh, no," Cress clucked. "You're just the person I was looking for."

His eyes darted about the room, as though they might not be alone, or perhaps that she had laid a trap of some kind. And while Cress did love the theatrics of an orchestrated downfall, her rage was more direct than that now. She wanted to bloody her own hands.

"You know he didn't want to tell me where he got it from?" Cress inquired, letting Mahlon fill in the gaps of who and what. A book rested beside her, and she lifted it, smoothing her fingers across the cover. Structural Splendor: Praise for the First Fifty Arenas. But when Cress opened it, the thing was hollowed out. From within, Cress lifted a vile of morphling. "But I remembered." She offered it out, finger tapping the etching on the vile: barbed-wire, which wrapped around the top of the glass, just as it had five years ago, when he'd sold the same drugs to her. Cress had needed Slate to divulge, to know that he wasn't keeping secrets, protecting others over her, but she'd recognized the signature from the moment she'd pulled the book from the shelf.

"What d'ya want, Cress?" he asked, spine rigid. There was no remorse in the act. Not then, not now. "I didn't force him to buy anythin'. Your boy chose that on his own. Jus' like y--"

"Don't--" Cress hissed. "Don't you dare." She may have bought from Mahlon, but it hadn't been her choice to start.

"He came to me," Mahlon resumed, crossing his arms.

"And let me guess," Cress scoffed. "First one's free, right?"

"Would y' have preferred he go through the tour dry as a bone? Y'think he woulda made it through Eleven like that? Through Twelve?"

"No, which is why I tolerated it then, but it's been months. I'm due any day. He's going to be a father, and--"

"And y'think that baby's goin' to solve everythin'? Y'think you're gonna pop that brat out an' he's gonna be the person you fell in love with again?"

"No--"

"Like he didn't survive an arena? Like his district wasn't fuckin' bombed?"

"No," her tone hardened. "Mahlon--"

"Y'think that kid's gonna make him want to live? Make him get sober? Hate to break it t'ya, sweetheart, but parenthood usually has the opposite effect 'round here. Heard a lotta real sad sob stories, most of 'em about mommy an' daddy--"

"Enough," Cress seethed, pushing herself up, feeling her heart race, breathing uneven with anger. "Just because you are a miserable, unlovable son of a bitch does not mean the rest of us deserve to wallow at rock bottom with you. You want to pretend like you're helping people? Like you're selling them relief? You're poisoning them with the same drugs that ravaged your district, and -- if I've done my research correctly -- killed your mother too."

Mahlon's face flushed, his skin staining red, the rage rising hot to the surface, and his hands curled into fists.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth--"

But Cress' brows arched, that taunting look in her eyes, unrelenting. "Or what? Are you going to hit me, Mahlon?"

His jaw tensed, teeth gritted. Against every desire, he managed, "No."

Which, frankly, was something of a surprise.

"Why not? Because I'm a woman?" Cress' head tilted. There was blood in the water. There would be no stopping now. "No, that can't be it. I've seen your Games. It didn't matter one bit then, did it? And with your bare hands. Honestly, I have to commend you for that. I know Careers who would have been squeamish of what you did in there without even batting an eye." A shrug, a coy grin, perfect teeth shining in the moonlight. She stepped closer. "Is it because I'm pregnant, then? Is that the limit?"

Mahlon's frown deepened, but his silence spoke volumes. There was no answer. The absence of a response was answer enough.

"What about some motivation?" Cress offered, already swinging, the cracking thud against his jaw reverberating, a sickening sound. Was it her knuckles? His face? Cress blinked, and all she could see was Link before her, cowering, clutching her eye. Another blink, and it was Nano, flat on his back, staring up at her from the floor. Another, and it was Mahlon again. But he just stood there, his face turned slightly from the force, but otherwise unmoving, as though it hadn't even hurt.

"I was a child," Cress seethed, hitting the heart of it, the unhealed core of magma that had been congealing for years, concealed beneath. "I was a girl, and you knew--"

"First one's free," Mahlon cut her off, grabbing the fist she'd used, dragging her forward through the threshold and into the hallway. Cress fought for her arm, but it wasn't relinquished until Mahlon willed it, and when she was released, Cress stumbled into the wall. He stood in the doorway, cheek red from impact. In time, it would bruise. The air hung stale and stagnant between them, both of their chests rising and falling, hatred filling the empty space, and there was so much of it in this room.

"And then?" Cress asked, smoothing her hair, straightening.

"Then you pay," Mahlon replied plainly, slamming the door.

Cress threw the hollowed book against it, glass bottles shattering, morphling seeping between the pages and down the wood, pooling at her feet.

"Sell to him again," she promised, "and I'll kill you."

[sluttylittlenewsboy]

"Don't worry, I got you"

Summery: Spots gets some bad news and turns to race for comfort

TW: suicide mention, suicide note reading, angst, vomiting, abuse

I recommend listening to You'll Go Far by Noah Kahn while reading the note

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On Christmas day four years ago, Sean Patrick Conlon escaped his abusive father and ran away from home. Unfortunately, he had to leave his beloved mother behind.

~~~

Spot had not seen his mother in four years. He thought about her every single day, though.

So, when the man running the Brooklyn lodging house said he had something from her, Spot was shocked and overjoyed. That is, until he looked at the man's face and saw the expression carved into the features. Something had happened. Something bad.

"Spot, there's really no easy way to say this..." Spot braced himself.

"Just let me hear it" Spot sighed.

"It's your mother kid, she's passed" the man spoke sorrowfully.

Spot threw his hands over his mouth, but he was too late. He vomited all over himself. The man patted his back.

"Would you like to know more?"

"No, can't handle anymore," Spot thought. Instead of saying that, he just shook his head and prepared for the worst.

"Kid, you mother, she died...well...by her own hand," the man admitted.

Spot's stomach dropped to his toes. He could feel the bile rising back in his throat.

He had expected that. It was either that, or his father had finally snapped and killed her.

As disgusting as it made him feel to think, Spot was glad it had been her because his father would've made it torture.

"Anything else?" Spot asked, his face completely void of expression. The man took a deep breath.

"She left you a note, kid" he said.

Spot's hands began to shake as the man slowly handed him the note.

"I'll leave you be now, but you know where to find me," the man said before leaving the room.

Spot lost control of his body. His feet began to move, and he didn't stop until he reached the Sheepshead racetrack. He didn't even know why he was there, until he spotted him.

Spot's boyfriend Race was sitting by the tracks watching the races. Spot walked up to him and stood wordlessly in front of the smaller boy.

Race could immediately tell something was wrong. He stood and wrapped his arms around Spot tightly. Spot began sobbing heavily into Race's shoulder.

~~~

After Spot was able to catch his breath, Race asked what was wrong. Spot answered by thrusting the note into Race's hands.

"Ma" he muttered under his breath.

Race opened the noteamd quickly read over it.

"Oh, Spotty," Race whispered.

"Read it," Spot said simply.

Rave knew that Spot had a hard time with reading, so he obliged.

"Dearest Sean," Race read. "If you are reading this, I am in a better place."

"Your father had always been unkind to me. But, after you left, it got much worse. He blamed me for you leaving"

"I need you to know that this is not your fault. I'm so very proud of you for getting away from your father. My only hope is that you're somewhere better now"

"Don't feel bad for leaving Sean darling, I'm not upset with you. I never have been:

"I am no longer able to feel anything except for pride and love for you. You are my angel Sean, you always will be. I love you darling and I'll watch over you always. Goodbye my angel"

"With love, Mom"

Spot sobbed and dry heaved the whole time Race read. But, by the end of it, Spot was back to being emotionally.

"Spot?" Race asked. There was no response.

"Sean, please look at me"

Spot reluctantly turned his head. Race could see that his eyes were completely empty. Spot was completely empty.

Race held him securely. Spot began to shake violently.

"Don't worry, I got you,"

Rave held Spot for the rest or the night.

Spot did not speak for three weeks. And, even then, he only spoke to Race.

Sean Conlon would be okay one day, but that day would not come soon.

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

So I rewatched 92sies and GOD, why was that so amazing, I think the more I watch the more I fall in love with it, and here's why or at least a few thoughts

-it's definitely the background information, like seeing the Lodge House inside and how everyone wakes up and KOLPPMAN (sorry if spelled wrong), witch we get a little of this in the Broadway but still more lore in a way

-THE NUNS, AH PERFECT

-Specs what a man, along with Race like do you how dapper he is???!!!! AND MUSH AND KID BLINK, now I get you have to change a few things for a Broadway musical BUT IT'S JUST SO GOOD, LIKE THERE GOOD CHARACTERS AHHHHH

-Also found out who Skittery is, *chefs kiss*

-I also like how Jack goes to Davey's house, and I may not be a javid shipper bc of this version

-I really love Denton and don't get me wrong I love Katherine BUT MAN'S TOOK ON A DAD ROLE OKAY

-AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON SPOT FUCKING COLON, MAN'S GOT A KANE OKAY AND LOOK AT THOSE EYES

-Also love how Spot sticks with then throughout the whole movie

-AND ALSO DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HOW BROOKLYN SHOWS UP OUT OF FUCKING KNOW WHERE TO SAVE MANNHATTEN LIKE DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO ME, IT'S SO CUTE HOW THEY JUST POP OUT OF NO WHERE AND BEAT PEOPLE UP

-King Of New York, do I need to say more, LIKE COMPARED TO THE LIVE ACTION IT WAS GOOD, SO GOOD, and they tap dance! And look at Race, Mush, Blink, SPECS, like ALL OF THEM, THE END WHERE THE BOY SPINS ON THE FAN-

-I could go about that scene but another day

-THE DANCE MOVES, like damn ALSO SANTA FE??? LIKE HELLO, MAN'S ROAD A HORSE AND SANG AHHHH, the little ending with him a Race meeting gives me so much joy

-Sarah is bae and I'm gay for her

-MEDDA, SOME ONE STOP ME, OMFG SHE REALLY SAID, AND THE RALLY OMFG WHERE ALL THE KIDS SING WITH HER I CAN'T, I FUCKING CAN'T

-I just love to compare a lot of things okay man, like how Jack gets capture and Davy and other tried to save him LIKE I AM SOBBING, also Blink what a man throwing himself in front of Jack,

-DENTON YOU BITCH TOWARD THE END BUT HE CAME AROUND JUST LIKE JACK

-Also what was that scene where Davy saves him LIKE OMFG PLEASE KISS ALREADY, also he has really nice blue eyes....

-Can we also talk about Brooklyn turf, across the bridge, THEY WERE SWIMMING-

- Can you tell I really like this Spot

-It's a master piece in every way, only the one problem I have is Crutchie, which he was good don't get me wrong but he do be a bit cringy in this one BUT BUT, I still love him and maybe he was supposed to be that way, I think he gave Jack a potato or bread and he did it because family-

-Also is there no Finch or Albert? I saw a red head but I'm dying on the inside, either way there-WAIT WHERE IS ELMER DID-BUTTONS I- WHERE ARE THEY... AND THE TWINS, AHHHHH,

-Maybe I should know this, givin I had seen this before but got out of it but on viewing back, I'm lost

-The characters might never been made till the musical, Hollywood is weird

Alright I think that's enough, I need some fresh air.....or I could rewatch it a 3rd time this weekend-

[justice4billy]

Baby,it's a secret

The big one! Birth scenes, fluffness, Billy being a horn dog and lots of bad language don't swear kids!

Chapter Twenty-One

Taglist: @tempt-ress

BILLY POV

Time stood still for Billy in that moment. He wasn't the type of person who experience panic or shock, but in that moment his mind turned inside out as he tried to figure out what to do.

"Ahh fuck" Cassie hissed bringing him out of his head.

"Cass" Billy called softly as he gently touched her arm, only for her to grip his hand squeezing it tight. "We need to get you to the hospital" he stated trying not to grimace at her vice grip.

"I cant" she winced.

"You got no choice" he snapped at her. He breathed through his nose trying to calm himself down, he couldn't leave her here but he also didn't have the patience to try and argue with her.

"I can't stand up" she groaned hunched over.

"You gotta try" he stated curling his lip slightly, as he tried to think of what to do next. He thought about all the painful situations he had been in, everytime his father would strike a blow that felt like his guts would drop out of his stomach, he did one thing; he breathed through it all. "Cass, look at me" he instructed slowly as she lifted her head up. Billy took the time to slowly caress her cheek with the back of his hand in a soothing gesture. "You gotta breathe" he instructed.

Cassie nodded breathing in and out in short and fast pants. "No, like this" Billy instructed gently as he took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. He watched at the girl followed his lead until they were both  breathing in and out, their faces inches apart and in that moment all Billy wanted to do was kiss the shit out of her. But it wasn't the right time just yet.

"Okay, I'm gonna find a phone and call an ambulance" he stated.

"No!" Cassie cried gripping onto his forearm. "Please, don't go" she panted out as tears sprung in her eyes.

Billy reached out to brush the stray hairs that stuck to her forehead, pushing them out of her eyes before his hand was back on her cheek. "I ain't leaving you sweetheart" he murmured. "But I gotta make this phone call, you think you can be strong for me?" He whispered his hand caressing her cheek before softly gripping her jaw.

"I don't want to be alone" she hiccuped around a sob. "Please, don't leave me Billy" she begged her brown irises shining with unshed tears. Fuck, he hated seeing her like this and he hated the effect it had on him, like his chest and everything in it would cave in if he let her go.

"Fuck" he swore under his breath, turning to look at his Camaro saddling beside the curb. "Fuck" he swore again. He loved his car and spent so much time making sure it ran smoothly and looked good. He was going to go insane if it ended up with a baby on the front seat, but he had no choice. "Come on" he urged taking a hold of her arm and slinging it over his shoulder whilst his hand supported her hip.

"What are you doing?" Cassies eyes widened in panic as she looked at the vehicle.

"I'm driving you" Billy replied.

"No, what if I mess your car up? I'm not giving birth in a car" she protested.

"Fuck, you don't have a choice" he swore at her. "If you don't move your gonna give birth on some guys front lawn, do you want that?" He asked her in frustration.

Cassie widened her eyes. "No" she muttered shaking her head.

"Come on then" he stated urging her to move as the girl slowly waddled towards the car. Billy huffed making sure she was strapped in before slamming the door and racing towards the drivers seat, he hardly had time to think before he was racing off towards the hospital and praying they made it on time.

........................................................................

"Pull up over here" Cassie instructed as she pointed towards the drop off zone.

"I swear if I get a ticket" Billy fumed as he floored it into the space before sharply breaking.

"God, I'll pay" Cassie stayed before letting out another moan as she grabbed her stomach. "Fucking shit this hurts" she whined whilst cursing.

Billy felt his dick twitching between his jeans, why the fuck did that turn him on so much? He needed to fucking focus he cursed himself, before jerking the car door open and running towards the passenger side.

"Come on" he grunted as he undone Cassie's belt and looped her arms around his neck before lifting her up and out of the car. She barely had time to stand before he dragged her through the hospital doors. "HEY!" He bellowed. "MY GIRLFRIENDS IN LABOUR" he bellowed as a nurse came running down the corridor with a wheelchair and helped Cassie in.

"Dont go" Cassie stated looking him dead in the eyes, reaching her hand out to him.

Billy sighed. He thought he could just drop her off and be done with it all, ir wasn't his responsibility to stay and see this baby be born, it wasn't even his baby. But seeing the way Cassie was looking at him right now, he realised she was alone in this and for some reason that thought tugged on the heart he didn't think he had.

"I'll be right behind you" he promised her watching as the Nurse wheeled her down the corridor.

He stood rooted to the spot for a moment, looking over his shoulder at the entrance. He could easily just slip out and walk away, sure she may notice but she wouldn't care with all she was going through. But then he remembered his Mom telling him the story about the day he was born, how she was alone because his father got too drunk in bar downtown and never showed up to his birth. He wasn't a going to be a Dad, but he would always be a better man than Neil.

He turned around and faced the direction that Cassie went in, before his feet moved on their own accord and he took off down the corridor. His boots squeaked against the linoleum floor, the screams echoed inside his mind as he stopped outside a room and peeked in. He saw her laying there and screaming in pain, his mother flashed in his mind as he opened the door and charged into the room.

"Sir, you can't be in here" a nurse stated giving him a strnage look.

"Billy" Cassie gasped reaching her hand out.

Billy ignored the nurse as he took a step forward and connected their hands. "I'm right here" he whispered to her.

"Sir, you need to leave" the same nurse urged him.

"No, he can't go" Cassie cried as she winced in pain.

"Are you the father?" She asked him.

Billy hesitated. "I-" he began.

"He's my birthing partner" Casssie gasped out.

The nurse nodded. "Just hold her hand and encourage her to breath" she urged him.

Billy gulped. He didn't have time to register Cassie's words before he was by her side and linking their hands together.

"He can't be here" Cassie cried. "He is too early" she cried her face red and stained with tears.

"Hey" Billy stated softly his eyes boring into hers. "You gotta be strong for him" he urged.

"But, he can't be here yet" Cassie groaned.

"4cm dilated hun" the nurse called out.

"I know you're scared Cass" he started. "But maybe he couldn't wait any longer to meet his momma" he added softly.

"Billy" Cassie stated with a hiss.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Call Eddie for me" she requested.

Billy nodded as he loosened his grip on her hand before turning away, he heard her groaned before he felt her hand tug on his jacket.

"No, not yet don't go" she rushed out.

Billy nodded taking her hand. "I ain't going anywhere" he stated.

"Shit" Cassie hissed. "I need this baby out of me" she cried out.

"Can you give her something?" Billy bit out in frustration glaring at the nurses.

"We have given her some gas and air" the nurse stated. "I'm preparing an epidural if its something she wants" the nurse informed them.

"Give me anything" Cassie begged as she continued to hiss in pain and squeeze Billy's hand.

"Ow, fuck" Billy cursed out under his breath. Since when did she have such a grip.

"I wanna push" Cassie whined.

"You're only 6cm dilated honey" the nurse informed her.

"How long does she have to wait?" Billy asked.

"Till at least 10cm" she informed them.

"10cm!" Cassie screamed out. "No, that's too long" she whined. "I'm so tired" she mumbled her eyes fluttering.

"Hey, stay awake" Billy urged giving her cheek a light tap.

"I'm sleepy" Cassie mumbled groggily.

"What the hell?" Billy murmured feeling confused. How can she be screaming one moment then tired the next?

"It may be the side effect of the epidural" the nurse informed him. "Try to keep her awake she's going to need her energy soon" she stated.

"Come on Cass, you need to wake up" he informed her. "You wanna see this kid be born right?" He asked her.

Cassie smiled with a small nod. "Yes" she muttered her eyes fluttering as she turned to face him.

"Then you need to stay awake" he replied.

"It hurts and feels like ages" Cassie murmured.

"You've made it through an hour already" he informed her.

"I can't do it" she mumbled.

"Yes you can" Billy urged her.

"You're a good person Billy" she mumbled.

"We all know that ain't true" Billy responded trying not to overthink her words.

"You're better than me" she responded.

"Hey, just focus for a bit" he urged her trying to ignore her words and the meaning behind them. She couldn't have done anything that bad, sure she got pregnant but that didn't make her a bad person.

"You're nearly there sweetheart" the nurse called out.

"Have some of this stuff" Billy urged her before passing her the gas and air.

Cassie grabbed at it before wrapping her lips around the tube and engulfing it like her life depended on it. And for some reason that turned Billy the fuck on, Jesus he really needed to get laid.

"You like that?" He asked her with an amused smile as Cassie nodded. "Didn't think it would be that easy to shut you up" he stated.

"Idiot" she mumbled as she swatted his arm.

Billy chuckled. "Dork" he responded.

"Hon, you're 10cm dilated now" the nurse informed her.

"How long has it been?" Cassie asked.

Billy looked at his watch. "About four hours" he responded.

"When you feel a contraction I want you to push" she stated.

"I'm scared" Cassie whimpered.

"I got you" Billy responded gripping her hand.

"Ready and push!" The nurse commanded.

Billy swore he felt his hand go numb as Cassie squeezed down, the ferral screams that left her mouth made him glad to be a man.

"I can't carry on" she cried out.

Billy reached out to touch her face. "Almost there" he whispered to her.

"Keep on pushing I can see the head" the nurse informed them.

"Fuck" Cassie cursed before letting out another cry as her hand clamped down on Billy's.

A few hours later a small cry was heard across the room, a bundle in blue blankets placed into Billy's arms.

"Congratulations Dad" the nurse replied giving him a smile.

He didn't even have time to process her words as he stared down at the bundle in his arms, bright blue eyes stared right back at him.

"Cass" he muttered as he looked up and saw Cassie asleep in bed. "What happened?" He choked out.

"Poor dear just passed out" the nurse informed him. "She will wake soon" she replied with a smile.

Billy nodded. "Looks like it's gonna be a while" he muttered to the child in his arms as he sat down on the plastic chair. "Let's wait for your momma" he stated.

Cassie's POV

Cassie swore her heart stopped momentarily as she blinked open her eyes. The sight infront of her had her sitting up in bed suddenly, the guilt hitting her like a steam train.

Billy was holding their baby in his arms as they both slept soundly. She watched as Billy looked completely relaxed, his chest rising up and down as their son did the same.

She stirred slightly in bed, the creaks springing and disturbing Billy who groaned before opening his eyes. "Hey" he drawled his eyes meeting Cassie. "Wanna hold him?" He rasped out.

Cassie gave him a weak smile. "I'd love too" she responded.

"Ready to meet your momma little man?" Billy asked as he stood up.

Cassies heart beat rapidly at the soft way Billy spoke to his son, he didn't even know this baby was his and yet he spoke like they were one big happy family. Cassie felt sick with guilt but she decided to ignore it as Billy placed the baby in her arms.

Bright blue eyes looked up at her curiously. "Hi, little one" she cooed so softly her heart could burst.

"Whats his name?" Billy asked.

"Jude" Cassie replied.

Billy laughed. "Like the song?" He asked.

Cassie furrowed her brows. "Didn't think you liked the Beatles" she commented.

"Lot of things you don't know about me darling" Billy responded with a wink.

Cassie smiled. "Thank you" she blurted. "For being there" she finished.

"Couldn't let you be alone" Billy responded with a shrug.

Cassie sighed feeling the guilt push up to the surface, it was now or never. "Hey, Billy I wanted to tell you something" she started.

"Hey, there you are" a voice called out cutting off their moment.

Cassie and Billy looked towards the door. Eddie stood in the doorway with a grin on his face. The moment had been effectively ruined. Dammit.

"I'm gonna go for a smoke" Billy stayed popping a cigarette in his mouth. "Leave you two to talk" he mumbled as he gave Cassie one last look before walking past Eddie and out of the door.

Cassie watched him go, sadness hit her like a freight train as she realised that may have been the most perfect and only moment to tell him.

[batstorm93672]

Let It Be Over Already

Word of warning other than just tagging it.

This story contains heavy amount of depression, ptsd, panic attack and attempting suicide is explicitly stated. If this triggers you, then I beg that you do not read it for your mental wellbeing is worth more than a story.

.

.

.

.

.

It's been months since anyone has seen Damian Wayne. No one knows where he has gone, the last person he visited was Dick and Kory. Titus was left with the two adults as well. Titus had been less excited about things without Damian.

Alfred's death took a hard toll on Damian's life. He often did disappear from his siblings for awhile, but never this long and without Titus as well...

~

Siblings Group Chat

Dick: Has anyone received any news on Damian or Robin sightings?

Jason: No. I haven't heard or seen a thing on him

Stephanie: Where could he have gone?

Tim: It's like he disappeared

Barbara: I've been trying to trace his phone, nothing

Dick: What worries me is that he also didn't take Titus... then that night he was with me when I found him in the guest room. He tore it up, pillows were literally ripped apart and everything was a mess. Then I found these drawings

[Three pictures of Alfred sitting on a chair tied up as Robin, Bane or merely a shadow is behind him. Alfred's neck is snapped and he's clearly dead]

Cassandra: :(

Tim: Holy shit

Stephanie: I feel like I might be sick

Dick: He was sobbing horribly... then he spoke of how he just wants to give up at times. His mental health is dropping and the fact that he's missing is worse

~

Jason clicked off his phone, walking down the streets of Gotham, the sun was still shining down. "...where are you kid?"

By the time night rolled around, Jason made it to his apartment and took off his hoodie. The window... was slightly ajar. He locked it last he left, maybe he left it open a bit? Or... a hopeful twinge of a possibility that the one person who would enter through there and probably insult him for how easy it was to unlock it.

"Damian? Are you here?"

It was silent.

Jason sighed and lied on his bed "No... no you aren't"

.

"No..!"

He had struggled in vain, crying as his grandfather's neck snapped. Failing to save him. Failing to be good enough.

Failing to save a man he loved with all his heart.

.

Damian leaped up from the small makeshift bed. Looking around for his Great Dane to help, only to be met with the darkness. That's right... he left Titus with Richard and Kory. He can't let his canine see what he's done to himself, what he's been having weighed on his mind. Sometimes he really does want it to be over. Knowing that he can't do it anymore... it hurts so bad, but he can't really bring himself to have this dealt with. A coward. He wouldn't even be here, had he just stay put and not endanger Pennyworth then everything would be okay! Then he would be back and everything would be perfect! But it's not... and it won't be for a long time.

Damian got up off the floor this safehouse was completely abandoned. He had to make due with old blankets. Damian grabbed his uniform and put it on...

Robin swung until he overlooked the city, the sky was dark. Landing at the very top to see it all, it could end here and it would be okay... he'd go back to Hell, but he deserves it doesn't he. To go back to where he belongs, back where his sins torment every waking moment he lingers.

The very top of the building, falling would be a horrible plummet down to meet the ground. It doesn't seem so bad... does it?

Why is his heart racing like this?

Why is he scared?

Why can't he move forward?

Pennyworth is gone.

There's nothing else here, no one else.

Just go!

Go!

GO!

JUST GO AND GET IT OVER WITH IT WILL ALL BE OVER IF YOU DO IT! THE PAIN! THE SUFFERING WILL END!

IT WILL END!

FINALLY IT WILL BE OVER!

LET IT BE OVER!

END THIS!

HE'S GONE AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!

YOU FAILURE!

GO!

DO WHAT MUST BE DONE!

"NO!"

Robin moved away from the edge, panicking as he covered his mouth. "No no no no no I'm scared I can't do it! I can't! Why am I so scared..? What is wrong with me?!" Robin's hands shook as he grabbed his phone. Clicking onto a contact he could barely see through his tears. Putting it up to his ear when he heard ringing.

"Holy shit, Damian is that you!? Where have you been, we've been looking all over for you!"

"A-a-a-- a-akhi... akhi... I can't do it, I'm scared..!"

"Damian, slow down. Tell me where you are"

"G-Grand... Grand Avenue Station at the top..."

"Hang tight. Do you want me to st--"

Robin hung up, it was already bad that he called. Now he had to be rescued like a child in distress, he can't do this.

"Stop it stop it stop it, let it end already. Let me go! Let it be over already! Please let it be over! I-I can't do this... I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be with anyone either. I want it to be over, let it be over for once"

"Damian"

Robin looked up, Red Hood stood above him only his mask was on and he was sweating. "Damian! Hey, hey, hey. It's me, it's okay. What happened, you can tell me" "I-I want it to be over... but I don't want to die, I just want it to be done for once" "What do you mean? What did you try to do?"

"I wanted to go... I wanted to go I thought it would be over if I just go. I tried, but I'm a coward I can't even take my life. I can't do it. It's my fault, I want the suffering to end I'm scared. I'm so scared"

Red Hood looked absolutely destroyed, he didn't say a word and honestly he couldn't bring himself to speak. Damian's mental state was dropping, but to think so quickly he would turn to... to... fuck.

Red Hood hugged him tight, Robin sobbed making no attempt to move or hug Hood back.

"I'm scared, I want it to be over! Please let it be over... let it be over already. Let this not be real I can't do this without him. I miss my grandfather, I miss Alfred. I want to die, I want to die already. Don't bring me back from the dead, don't let me stay dead. Don't stay, don't go" Robin was rambling random things, most of his words contradicted the other.

"Ssshhhhh easy now. I'm here. I'm here for you. Let's go"

~

Jason: I found him

Dick: Where?

Tim: Is he okay?

Jason: Shit this is gonna be hard to say and even worse to hear

Stephanie: Just say it

Cassandra: ?

Duke: Is he at least safe?

Jason: He tried to kill himself. He called me saying that he can't do it and that he's scared. Then I found him on Grand Avenue Station

Barbara: Oh my god

Duke: Did you stop him?

Jason: Yeah, he seemed to be in shock and stopped himself

Tim: Where are you?

Jason: Home, I brought him with me, he's sleeping rn

Cassandra: Dick?

Duke: Hey man you okay? You haven't texted

Jason: Dick he's okay now, I got him

Stephanie: We can go visit him

Barbara: Dick please say something?

~

Dick was wheezing with every breath, he dropped his phone and couldn't keep himself from trembling.

Damian almost...

Oh God!

Why?!

Why didn't I stop him from leaving?!

Should I have forced him to stay with us?

Why didn't I see this before?

"Dick, you must remain calm. Tell me what is happening my love"

"K-Kory?"

"Yes. It's me"

"Damian, he tried to kill himself. Jason found him"

"Okay, okay. Look at me, focus on what you just said after. Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe. Can you repeat those three things?"

"Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe"

"Yes, say it as many times as you must"

"Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe. Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe. Jason found Damian, Damian is okay, Damian is safe"

Dick's breathing lessened in volume, he closed his eyes then opened them to look at Kory. "Yeah... I get it, thank you Kor. I just started to drive myself crazy there, thinking on what I could've done better to protect him. But it's not just me. Damian has more than one person by his side"

"Exactly, so let's go to sleep. Tomorrow you can go see him and bring Titus along"

.

.

.

It was silent when Damian woke up, he could feel where the tears once were. He had messed up.

Did he mess up by calling Jason? Or did he mess up by not doing what he told himself to do? Damian doesn't know which part he messed up.

Regardless, Damian looked around, Jason was still sleeping by him. Damian hated himself, Jason wouldn't be taking care of him had he just fell off. No one would be worried if he just did that.

Coward, can't even do a single thing.

You've taken many lives, what's stopping you from taking your own?

Damian held himself, it just felt so awful, everything was a mess and it was his fault. Everytime Damian closes his eyes he can see how the thunder and lighting cast shadows over the people. The person who took his life always changed while the one person in that chair took his last breath and stayed the same. Same story. Same ending.

The snap of a neck.

The screaming and crying.

Then the Butler with his head limp to the side.

It all ended and began the same way.

He had snapped his neck. Bane had snapped his neck. The darkness had snapped his neck. Regardless of who was behind it, it's the result of who fell at the hands that hurts Damian the most.

"Hey, it's okay. It's akhi, I'm here for you"

When did Damian start crying again? When did Jason wake up to see this mess? More importantly, how long has Jason been hugging Damian?

"It won't end... i-it won't stop... make it stop. The nightmares, the thunder, the lightning, the bones, the screams. Make it stop... please make it stop I can't handle it"

"I know, I know. It hurts I know it does, but it will pass. You can't let it consume you"

"Why did you answer? If I hadn't been so cowardly then I could've done it and let you been in peace. Why didn't you hang up? Why did you let me talk?"

"Cause I care too much habibi, I couldn't let you go. I love you"

"...don't leave me"

"I won't"

"Don't go... don't leave me alone again"

"I won't let you be alone"

"Stay... please stay longer"

"Heh well this is my house, jokes aside, I'm staying Dami"

Then a knock brought the two back from their hug. Jason stood up while smiling at Damian "I'm not leaving, I promise. I'm just going to answer the door" "Tt. I know that" Even though he says that, a huge part of him was glad to hear that Jason wasn't going to leave.

Jason opened the door after looking through the peephole.

Damian was knocked to the floor and was slobbery.

"Titus?" The Dane barked and his tail wagged "I'm so sorry Titus, I love you so much I'm sorry I left you! I was scared. Please forgive me!" Titus sat down as Damian hugged his pet. Inhaling the warmth and smell of Titus's fur.

Damian smiled a bit as he moved Titus away, seeing who brought him... Dick was standing at the doorway, he looked at a loss. Damian's smile fell and he looked guilty.

"Richard... I'm... I didn't-"

Dick tackled Damian in a hug and Dick's sobs came out like exhales of relief and laughter. Damian somehow had a river of tears hiding even after losing so many tears before.

"I-- I'm sorry Richard, I'm so sorry I left. I'm sorry I tried to- I don't know what happened to me! Nothing felt good anymore, I'm a mess. I couldn't handle it, I'm sorry"

"Damian! I was so worried! I-I was so scared!"

"You... you aren't mad?"

"No, why would I be mad? I'm overjoyed to see you here and I love you so much I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, I noticed the changes but didn't do a thing"

"Don't blame yourself... you tried to get me to stay. I'm the one who left"

"I'm so glad to see you"

"Me too"