1002. want your love.

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THREE TYPES OF LOVE MEME (EXPANDED)
This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

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- Or go for the record and try to play 1 of each

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[stickofmyown]

"Maria. Come on, I didn't mean anything by it!" When Dum Dum had woken up this morning he hadn't planned to fight off a herd of faulty robots and land his ass in the medical ward, spending hours as they checked him over and calculated his every move, watching in fascination as he buckled up his pull over and ignored the large stitches holding his side.
He had risked his life and everyone knew it, but he hadn't factored in how just stupid going head first into a battle alone would look to his girl. She'd never seen him fight, and for awhile there the call had been close.
He had tracked her down as soon as he slipped the doctors grasp.

[agent_hill]

Maria stared at him coldly, her lips pressed thin. Her arms were crossed under her chest and she had "fuck you" written all over her face in about five different ways.

"Do you have any fucking clue how stupid you are?" she told him through gritted teeth. He had left her on the bridge to watch as he barreled into the jaws of hell and he thought that 'I didn't mean anything by it' was going to cut it? He had another thing coming.

[stickofmyown]

Dum Dum leaned heavily on the door of her office, his hand pressed ever so slightly to his side as he stares at her in exasperation.
"Come on Maria. I didn't know you were watching, and I didn't know how much they were packing. I had to get in there before they got to any of the others, if I had known you were watching me I would-alright I probably would but damn it."

[agent_hill]

"Damn straight, you would have," she hissed. She strode forward to pull him further inside, closing the door behind him. She was pissed, but she wasn't so angry that she would risk hurting him now. Instead, she made him sit in one of the chairs.

"You can't do that, Dum."

[stickofmyown]

He only protested slightly, but seeing as how he sat down damn fast he obviously wasn't to objective, he pulls her over, wrapping both his large calloused hands around her much smaller one.
"Come on darlin'. I didn't mean to scare you. Ya know I wouldn't do that shit on purpose." Normally he would wait until she was either fighting with him or was nowhere in the vicinity.

[agent_hill]

She pulled her hand away from him.

"God damn it, no." She let out a growl, crossing her arms again. "Do you have any idea what that felt like? Seeing you come back? You were practically in pieces, Dum. I was afraid to touch you."

[stickofmyown]

Dum Dum reaches out for her, but drops his hands and sighs as he takes in her stance, a thumb worrying over the crease in his brow. "Maria. I've been through worse scrapes, and I've come out with a lot worse. I wouldn't leave you like that."

[agent_hill]

She stared at him, her jaw set, piercing blue eyes taking in everything from his worried brow to his red hair to his mustache. They were all things that she'd counted among what she would have missed if--

She could slap him, you know. For doing this. She could just go up and slap him. And Maria never slapped anyone, it was a cheap move. Cut he deserved it. "You think you're invincible. You're not, you know. You and I have seen gods, and you are not one of them."

[stickofmyown]

Her words cut deeper then she might have realized. He knew he wasn't invincible, he'd seen too many battles to even think of it, and he'd lost too many friends to pretend that he couldn't save everyone. He looks almost weary when he catches that warm sky like blue of her eyes with his steel blue, thumb still brushing tightly against the skin at his forehead.

"Maria you know I never meant to scare you. Not in a million years. I know it was stupid darlin, but I stopped hesitating a long time ago."

[agent_hill]

She stepped forward again and bent to hold his face in her hands. Her brows were still furrowed and she still looked pretty pissed, but something in her eyes had softened when they met his pale gaze.

"Won't you stop throwing yourself off bridges? For me?"

[stickofmyown]

He watches her as she moves, sighing gently when she bends down to meet him at eye level, eyes closing and his head turning slightly to lay a kiss on the palm of her hand before opening them and looking properly, a small smirk playing at his lips but the melancholy and guilt is still there, stopping the corners of his mouth from rising.
"Only if ya promise to fight with me."

[agent_hill]

She bent to press a kiss to his lips, sighing softly. The familiar tickle from his upper lip served as a comfort, a reminder that he had made it out despite how hell-bent he seemed on getting himself killed. She rubbed her thumb to his stubbly cheek.

"I think I can manage that," she sighed.

[stickofmyown]

He sighed deeply and reached out to run his fingers over the rough material of her catsuit, and moves to kiss a kiss on her forehead, resting there as she runs her hands over his face.
"I'm sorry I scared you. I really am." He doesn't apologize often, doesn't do much on the emotional scale really, unless it's joy or affection, but he knows he fucked up and he knows that if that robot had shot him just a little higher and hit just a bit harder he'd be nothing but a cold body sitting on a slab in the morgue.

[agent_hill]

"You had better fucking be sorry," she replied, but her anger was starting to melt away. She gave a soft sigh and kissed both his cheeks. She was just happy he was safe. "Don't make me order you not to do it again."

[stickofmyown]

Dum Dum removes her hands from his face, and wraps them once more between his own, thumb running over the slight vein protruding under the skin, and made sure to look her directly in the eyes so she can see he is being sincere.
"I am Maria. I am sorry."

[agent_hill]

"How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice softer now that she had gotten the verbal berating out of the way. She was worried about him, still. She knew he had to still be in pain.