Helluva Bodyguard! (Male Hellhound Reader X Helluva Boss)

Loonie's Shots.

(Felt like this was needed: Brackets will be used for phone calls.)

Example: [I have a particular set of skillz...Skillz that I can, and will use to FUCK YOUR MOM!]

Y/N: ".....Who is this??"

[.....Niam Leeson.]
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Blitzø, being the overprotective but short tempered adoptive father he is, was speeding down the highway at what most would consider unsafe velocity. Why, you may ask?
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Because Loona needs her shots.
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Y/N: "So...sorry if I'm missing something, but please remind me...why the fuck are we driving ALL THE WAY TO THE FUCKING SLOTH RING??"

Blitzø: "For fucks-because Loona needs her sho-.....S H O T's, and this was the only place I could find five years ago."

Y/N: "Wait, I'm sorry, back up. FIVE YEARS AGO??"

Blitzø: "YES. FIVE FUCKIN YEARS AGO! IT TOOK FIVE YEARS FOR THIS FUCKING APPOINTMENT AND IM NOT MISSING IT! Now can you shut the fuck up and stop asking stupid questions?!"

Y/N: "How did you even remember the right date?.....You...do know the correct date, right-"

Just as Blitzø was about to answer, his phone started ringing, forcing him to take his eyes off the road for a second to answer, which almost make him hit the car next to them.

Blitzø: "Oh shit-Stolas! It's uh...really not a good time~!"

Y/N, having lost interest in Blitzø's conversation, turns over to look at Loona, who hasn't said a word the entire ride, or even looked anywhere that wasn't forward.

Y/N: 'Hey...you alright?'

After receiving no answer, Y/N lightly squeezes her hand to try and calm her down, or at least get her attention. It seemed to work...just not very well.

Loona jolts slightly from the sudden contact, giving Y/N a side eye look as she regains a bit of her composure.

Y/N: "You okay?"

Loona: "What? O-oh...yeah...I'm..fine. Totally...totally fine..."

Y/N: "I'm not stupid, Loona. Look, if this is about your sho-"

Before Y/N could even get the words 'shots' out, Loona had frozen up again, and this time refused to respond completely.

Y/N: "Hey. Loona? You there?....this can't be because I said shots. I refuse to believe you're THIS terrified of needles."

Once again receiving silence as his only response, Y/N sighs and turns back over to Blitzø, making sure to continue holding Loona's hand, hoping it might give her comfort in her stone-like state.

Blitzø: "Look, I really can't right now-"

[No no, I don't think you quite understand what I'm saying-I seem to have found myself in a bit of a sitch. I'm tied to the back of a horse at the moment.]

Blitzø: "Pff. Lucky bitch."

Y/N: "Wow. Racist. And in front your daughter, who, sometimes in both ways, happens to be a bi-"

Blitzø aggressively but silently shuns Y/N for his interjection, leaving him with no other option but to glare at the small imp.

[Um, well, no. Rather unlucky. I seem to have been stolen by that little cowboy friend of yours.]

Blitzø: "Ohhh...which one?"

Moxxie: "How many cowboy friends do you know?? Eh, what does he look like, Your Highness?"