#anyways. I’m sobbing over them nobody speak to me

[charmykidd]

I keep forgetting that I’m allowed to post art here so uh have this

Originally drew this for Valentine’s Day but only finished it today cuz I remembered it existed LMAO

[lovecanyon]

EXES TO LOVERS INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry styles x reader

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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enews Harry Styles congratulated ex Y/N L/N on her new album recently. The two began to trend on social media leading fans to believe that they could get back together. Both singers refused to confirm nor comment on this situation.

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columbiarecords Y/N L/N’s album “My 21st Century Blues” rises on the Billboard Hot 100 this week.

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ynfan53 committing arson

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Wearing @ ninaricci 💕

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[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 51)

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Content Warning: Blood and gore, violence, death

Word Count: 2.4k

------ Chapter 51: Hunting Expedition ------

Candy feared that the king was legitimately going to murder her in a fit of rage. His violence was escalating, to the point where he came close to mangling her beyond repair on a regular basis. The servants, along with his family members, avoided him as best they could, lest they become the unlucky target of his wrath. Nobody wished to be beaten—or worse, executed—for a petty error.

After being thumped hard on the skull when the king lost his temper, Leon suggested that he go hunting to blow off some steam and sate his bloodlust. To his relief, King Richard agreed with enthusiasm. He summoned Sir Maneater, his squire, and the dog trainer to his study and ordered them to prepare for a hunting expedition. Joey and Martin saddled up all the horses, collected their weapons, and set out into the woodlands surrounding the castle with the king.

The king, despite the sharper edge in his words and gestures, was in high spirits at the prospect of hunting. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the kill. Unlike some men of higher station, he relished the opportunity to personally skin and gut an animal, to soak his hands in blood. Ajax, riding alongside him on a gargantuan coal-black stallion, carried the king’s gilded bow and hunting knife for him.

Hardon chattered on to Martin about hunting techniques and the best game, with the knight giving brief and polite responses in turn. Joey rode on Martin’s right in silence, unsure what to say or if engaging in the conversation would be rude—not that he wanted to speak to the depraved king anyway. Ajax scanned the trees like a hawk for potential threats. The dog trainer urged the army of greyhounds ahead of the horses to seek a game trail.

“I’m hoping to snag a few red foxes,” the king prattled on. “They have such lovely pelts, perfect for lining a new coat for the upcoming winter.” As he spoke, he idly scratched at his chest inside his shirt and plucked out Candy, chained to his necklace. “I want to keep my little darling warm, after all! Assuming she makes it another season without pissing me off!” He snarled and snapped his teeth at her, eliciting a shrill shriek that made him laugh wickedly.

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind hunting rabbits or deer either. They make the most delicious stews. She could always stay warm in my belly too!” He chuckled while Candy turned dreadfully pale. She glanced over at Martin with pleading, watery eyes. He averted his gaze with shame. There was nothing he could do for her.

Candy broke inside, seeing the handsome knight of her dreams dressed in the king’s livery of silver and purple—the colors of the enemy, complete with the sable wolf adorning his breast. He wasn’t on her side, and he was never going to help her. She choked out a sob, prompting the king to squeeze her with irritation.

“Enough of that nonsense now. Unless you want me to give you a real reason to cry,” Hardon growled. He was growing weary of Candy’s near-constant melancholy, so different from Millie’s cheerfulness. She bit her tongue hard, struggling to hold back the rising tide of grief. Luckily, loud baying from several of the hounds distracted her tormentor. The dogs surged forward in a stampede; the riders spurred on their horses in excited pursuit.

“Tally-ho!” the king exclaimed gleefully. “Ajax, my bow!” The guard passed him the weapon with an arrow already in position and the king took a shot. The fox, its red fur standing out among the brown and green brush, darted to the side and dodged the arrow. Joey sent an arrow of his own in swift succession, piercing the fox in the nape of its neck. The creature squealed and collapsed on its side, thrashing and panting.

“Ah, a direct hit!” King Richard shouted victoriously. “Let me finish it!” The dog trainer stayed the hounds and the king leapt off his horse with a bloodthirsty, triumphant leer. He drew his knife and approached his dying quarry with confidence.

“Be cautious, Your Majesty!” Martin warned as he dismounted his own steed. “That fox will fight to its dying breath!” The king ignored his warning and approached recklessly. The fox yipped and feebly scrabbled at the dirt with its paws, but couldn’t get away fast enough. The giant crouched over the fox and raised his dagger to plunge the blade into its flesh.

The fox lunged forward at the threat, in a last-ditch effort to defend itself. Hardon recoiled in surprise. Candy screamed as the giant animal’s maw, bristling with sharp white teeth, rocketed towards her as she hung in the air from the king’s neck. The huge jaws snapped shut inches from her toes, barely missing her, as a strand of thick saliva splashed on her calf. The giant kicked the beast into submission and stabbed it in the gut with a splatter of garish crimson.

“Gotcha!” he gloated, dragging the blade up the creature’s belly to its collar as it barked in agony. A spray of scarlet sprinkled his hands and torso, including Candy. She wailed in an earsplitting tone, horrified by the carnage and still reeling from nearly being bitten in half.

The king winced. “Ugh, Candy. Do you have to make such a racket? That’s really annoying.” Candy tried to stop, but her body was wracked with heaving sobs. She choked and cried and gasped in a most undignified display, unable to hold in all her feelings and fluids any longer.

Hardon groaned. “Uggghhhh. Stupid human,” he muttered. He turned to Martin, who happened to be wading through the vegetation towards him. “Hold this whiny little rat for a second.” He unclipped Candy from his necklace and tossed her at Martin, who scrambled to catch her in shock. His breath hitched in his throat as he held her in his gloved palm. She looked terrible, with flecks of blood and saliva on her sickly skin, and snot and tears running down her puckered face. Her body was dotted with purple and gray bruises from the king’s violence.

When she realized she was sitting in Martin’s hand, her cries stopped. She sucked in a sharp breath and gazed up at him with desperation. She was too upset to speak coherently, but her eyes spoke for her. Help me. HELP ME. HELP ME PLEASE!!!

Martin’s heart stopped. He'd obsessed over this woman’s lamentable fate, schemed about stealing her away from the king, regretted his decision not to help her every night, and mentally flagellated himself for his powerlessness and ineptitude. And here she was, by an extraordinary stroke of fate, sitting in his hand: unguarded and ripe for the taking. He glanced over at the king, who was preoccupied with slitting the fox’s throat and tearing out its entrails. His back was to the knight, oblivious to the frantic machinations in Martin’s head.

Martin slowly backed away from the king, step by step, as he closed his hand over Candy protectively. He knew he was throwing away everything he had worked so hard for in a flash, but he had never been so certain of a decision in his life. He tried to act casual and inconspicuous as he mounted his horse. He stuffed Candy into one of the pouches on his belt to keep his hands free, in case he needed to fight. Joey tilted his head in a questioning gesture, not comprehending what Martin was plotting. Martin urged on his horse and trotted away.

At the sound of horse hooves, the king spun around, still clasping the fox’s liver in his hand. His eyes blazed with outraged recognition when he realized what Martin was doing. “Ajax! After him!” he bellowed, pointing towards the knight. Martin, hearing his order, spurred his horse into a gallop. Ajax kicked his own beast into pursuit. Joey froze up, eyes wide.

“You too, you damned fool!” the king yelled at him. The squire, flustered, hastened to catch up. The king swore explosively as he threw away the liver and wiped off the blood soaking his hands.

Martin leaned into his horse with desperation. The trees flew by in a blur as he rapidly crossed through a grassy clearing. The heavy hooves of Ajax’s steed pounded behind him, getting closer and closer, as loud as his own hammering heart. Joey brought up the rear, straining to catch up. He drew his bow and aimed it with a steady arm. He was not, however, pointing it at Martin. His arrow, hungry for blood, was fixed on Ajax, at a chink in his armor.

Joey let loose the arrow. His aim was true, and the projectile sailed directly into the flesh of the massive guard’s back. To Joey’s shock, the guard flinched slightly from the impact but otherwise was unaffected. The squire shot another arrow, this time into his neck, and the guard absorbed it like nothing more than a bee sting. He ignored Joey and continued his pursuit relentlessly.

Ajax was gaining on his prey. Martin glanced back to behold the terrifying image of the guard with an arrow tip sticking out of his throat, completely unfazed as a river of blood ran down his chest. He urged on his horse, but the trees were growing thicker and the horse was forced to slow down. Leaves and branches slapped at Martin’s face, obscuring his vision. He heard the cracks of wood breaking from behind him, dreadfully close.

A thick branch whacked him hard in the torso and knocked him off his horse. His skull collided with the ground, causing his vision to explode into a kaleidoscope of stars. The horse whinnied and darted off into the trees, disappearing in seconds. Martin groaned, dazed and winded, as the hooves of the gigantic stallion clomped down next to his head, followed by huge leather boots. Martin’s hand strayed to the pouch attached to his belt; fortunately, Candy hadn’t been crushed in the fall.

A beefy, hairy hand grabbed his shirt and hauled him into the air. His legs dangled uselessly beneath him. Martin tried to retaliate, but the world spun around him at a nauseating rate, and his head lolled down to his chest. He grunted incoherently and flailed his arms like limp noodles. The guard, with his singular eye, stared at him impassively before turning his attention to the approaching gallop of hooves.

Joey’s horse careened through the trees close behind. He saw the menacing shadow of Ajax’s figure standing through a veil of leaves. At first, he hoped to trample the man with his horse, but he was forced to curb his momentum when he saw Martin hanging from his hands before him. His horse stumbled over a thick root and Joey flipped backwards over its hindquarters, smacking into a tree trunk. He crumbled to the ground, but clumsily recovered his footing as his enemy lunged at him, tossing Martin to the side.

The squire heard the smooth schlink of a sword sliding out of its scabbard. He managed to draw his own sword just in time, narrowly parrying the blade thrust from his opponent. Ajax’s blade slid across his with a squeal of metal and impaled the tree behind him with startling force, sinking into the bark almost completely to the hilt. The giant strained with tremendous muscle to rip the sword out in a flurry of splinters.

He jerked back, momentarily off-balance. Joey saw his opportunity and darted in with intent to kill. He landed a direct hit in his broad midsection, stabbing him brutally below the sternum. Ajax didn’t slump over or scream, merely glaring at him coldly. Joey twisted the blade savagely, but despite a hot gush of blood, the guard still failed to show any indication of pain. Joey gaped, incredulous.

With a roar, Ajax retaliated and swung his sword. Joey hopped back, relinquishing his weapon to his enemy’s body, but he failed to evade the vicious slash that cleaved him diagonally from hip to shoulder. He cried out in pain as he lost his footing and collapsed against the split trunk behind him. Ajax raised his arm to deal the killing blow.

Martin jumped him from behind and wrenched back his muscular arm with a feral cry. Knife in hand, the knight swung it wildly at the guard’s face, hoping to perhaps blind him if the other fatal wounds wouldn’t stop him. He missed his good eye, instead thrusting his dagger into the empty eye socket covered by the eyepatch. To his surprise, his knife contacted an object inside the skull with a gravelly crunch, something very unlike flesh and blood but rather stone. The guard convulsed violently and dropped to the earth like a puppet with cut strings.

Martin pulled his knife from the guard’s eye socket with confusion. Stuck to the other end of his blade was a glowing runic stone, cracked in the middle. The blade tip had caught in the carved symbol and distorted it, diluting the magic within. Martin pulled the stone off his knife and threw it away, then rushed over to his loyal squire, who was lying on his back.

“Joey! Oh God, Joey!” Martin exclaimed, examining the sizable gash. Ajax’s sword had cut through his clothes and roughly cleaved his flesh apart. The wound oozed blood, saturating the torn fabric.

“I’m okay,” Joey gasped. “It’s not a fatal wound, and it’s not as bad as it looks. It’s a shallow cut. It just... really hurts.” He grimaced. “I don’t think I can move...”

A shroud of horror darkened over the knight as the howling of hounds sounded off in the distance. “Oh no! C’mon Joey, we need to go!” He wrapped his arms around the squire, fully intending to carry him.

“NO!” Joey protested. Martin recoiled at the vociferous protest. “Go without me! Now!”

“But Joey-”

“I’ll be fine! I’ll survive! I was chasing you, remember? Following the king’s orders.” He sucked in a sharp breath as a spasm of pain shook his frame. “The guard is dead. Nobody will know that I betrayed him. But you... if you’re caught...” He gritted his teeth as the excited barks and baying waxed closer. “There’s no time. GO!”

“Alright.” Martin brushed Joey’s sweaty face with his glove. “Thank you, Joey. If I never see you again… just know, I’m proud of you. You’ve blossomed into a good man.” Without any time to spare, he ran.

Chapter 52

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[neon-vocalist]

hey hey, minna-san! chapter 3 of mizuki5 is out! here's the google doc, here's puroeng's video, and enjoy! forgive my rambling in the translator's notes~ script under the cut!

[Scene: Kamikou. The day before the festival - A few days after Ep.2]

Mizuki stands in the classroom, a slightly sad look on their face.

Mizuki: ……

Rustling and the roar of students’ voices are heard from the hallway.

Student 1: Heeey! Did you get the fabric over there?

Student 2: Yes! Perfectly!

Mizuki: (...Finally, tomorrow is the cultural festival. In the end… I couldn’t send the message, and I came here… The festival… Ena has been so busy lately, so maybe…)

Student 3: Then, let’s decorate the entrance… Akiyama! Can we leave the internal setup to the puzzle team?

Mizuki: Ah… Okay! We’ve prepared the papers with puzzles and props, so I think we should be done soon!

Student 3: As expected! Well then, we’ll leave the rest to you— we’re counting on you guys! 

Mizuki: ‘Kay!

The door opens. Touya enters.

Touya: Akiyama. Thank you for preparing all the props. Sorry for leaving all the work to you.

Mizuki: Don’t worry about it! You came up with most of the ideas for the puzzles anyway, so it’s no big deal! Mizuki pauses. Mizuki, quietly, to themself: Actually, thank you for keeping me busy…

Touya: Hm? Did you just say something?

Mizuki: Oh… nothing! Anyway, we don’t have much time, so let’s finish this quickly!

Touya: Oh, yeah, you’re right. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone solve our puzzles.

Touya leaves. Mizuki continues to smile for a moment before dropping their happy appearance. Fade to black.

[Scene: School hallway, decorated for the festival.]

Mizuki: Um… Let’s see… Looks like we didn’t forget anything. I guess it’s all right now!

Touya: We checked it twice, so I think there shouldn’t be any problem.

Mizuki: Right?! Let’s go home, then!

Touya: Yeah. I’m going to stop by the library on my way home.

Mizuki: I see~ It must be tough to be on the library committee, huh? Well then, bye-bye! See you tomorrow! {Note: “Bye-bye” isn’t the English equivalent of some childish Japanese sendoff, they literally say バイバイ, “baibai.”} 

As soon as Touya leaves, Mizuki stops smiling and slouches.

Mizuki: Tomorrow… huh? (...No matter how it ends up, I’ll talk to her… if Ena is coming, then before that…)

Flashback to a young Mizuki on the Kamiyama roof, with their hair short, wearing a red boys’ uniform and frowning. Present day. Mizuki sobs, taking a deep breath.

Offscreen male voice: Mizuki?

Mizuki: Eh…? Rui appears onscreen. Mizuki gasps. Mizuki: Rui? … 

They quickly pull themselves together and begin speaking quickly, happily. Mizuki: …Hey, you’ve been working so hard! Is your class done preparing? You guys are doing a play, right?   {Note: Mizuki greets Rui with “otsukare,” お疲れ, used to greet others at work and acknowledge their efforts. Means something along the lines of “You’re working hard!” or “You must be tired [from all the work].” I’ve altered the literal translation a tad to make it sound more natural in English— Puroeng translates it as simply “Hard work!,” but nobody actually greets people like that here.}

Rui: Yeah. We just finished rehearsal. The actors have gone home to rest before tomorrow, and I’m cleaning up.

Mizuki: I see! I’ll come watch if I have time~♪ —I’m glad you’re able to put on a play at the festival this year, Rui.

Rui: Yeah… It’s all thanks to my classmates. Rui pauses for a moment. Rui: …How about you, Mizuki?

Mizuki, smiling: Me? My class is doing perfectly! It’s a quite complex escape room, so it might even trouble you! Come to enjoy it— 

Rui frowns at them. They sigh, giving a small, tired laugh.

Mizuki, softly: …You got me already, huh?

Rui: We’ve known each other for a long time, you know. …If you don’t mind, why don’t we talk in the courtyard? I’ll be done cleaning up soon. 

Mizuki takes a deep breath. Mizuki: …Okay.

[Scene: Courtyard, decorated for the festival]

Footsteps sound as Rui and Mizuki walk outside together.

Rui: Even though it’s already autumn, it’s still so hot, isn’t it?

Mizuki: Yeah. Kinda annoying. Rui laughs. Mizuki: Huh? Why are you laughing all of a sudden?

Rui: This reminds me of the old days. We used to stay after school, watching the sunset, right? 

Mizuki: Ahh… well, yeah, because we had nothing to do.

Rui: You’re right. Back then… we didn’t know what to do with the time in front of us and just let it pass by.

Mizuki: Uh……

Rui: So…… What happened? Mizuki?  Mizuki takes in a sharp, painful breath, staring off into the distance. Rui: Of course, if you don’t want to talk—

Mizuki: Uuu… no. I… want you to listen, I guess. …I’m thinking of telling them everything. Telling my group… about me.

Rui gasps. Rui: …I see.

Mizuki: Yeah… But… I can’t do it. Even though I keep telling myself to move forward, I… I can’t do anything. I’m… still scared, after all this time.

Rui: ……What’s the one thing you’re most scared of?

Mizuki: …I’m scared that they won’t accept me. But, the most is… I’m…  Mizuki begins to cry. I’m scared of changes… If I tell them… my relationship with everyone might change. And the precious time I spent with them… Mizuki thinks of the rest of N25, standing in the diner across from them.  Mizuki: I can’t stand the thought of it all… changing.

Rui: …

Mizuki: …Logically, I… I know it… I know that… they won’t reject me… that everything is… just me overthinking, I know, they’ll soon accept me like it’s nothing, just like you and the others did. But…

They shake their head.

Mizuki: Such things as they have no choice but to accept me— or… they have to be careful, and mind their words not to hurt me… 

Their voice begins to break as they cry.

Mizuki: If they think that way because of me—! …If I… start thinking about that…

Sobs break through their sentences.

Mizuki: I… can’t possibly bear it…    {Note: PLEASE go watch the video on this one, holy shit Sato-san is fucking incredible.}

Rui: …Mizuki…

Mizuki begins to laugh at themself. Mizuki: …That’s so selfish, isn’t it?

Rui: …Not at all… The more important the relationship is to you, the more scared you are of it changing… I mean it…

Mizuki sighs.

Rui: …How irritating… I can’t take your fear away…

Mizuki: ……

Rui: But… I’ll wish for it, for you.

Mizuki: Eh?

Rui: I wish for your heart to be protected… I wish for yu to find the happiness you can truly feel. I wish it for you… as your friend.

Mizuki: Ah… Rui… It’s… It’s time to go home.

Rui: …Yeah.

Mizuki: Thank you… Rui.

[Scene: Mizuki’s Room]

Mizuki:......

Flashback to KAITO from Ep.2: “Forward or backward, it’s all on you… Nonetheless, out of the pain you’re currently enduring… you have to choose the path that saves you. It’s all… to survive.”

MEIKO: “I will be watching, no matter how it ends. Even in the future… and to the end. I’m sure of it.”

Flashback to Rui. “I’ll wish it, for you … I wish for your heart to be protected… I wish for yu to find the happiness you can truly feel. I wish it for you… as your friend.

Mizuki:...... (...The fear won’t go away, but…) Nightcord notification noise. (Nightcord notif… ugh…)

Ena’s message: Amia, you there?

Mizuki: It’s Ena… Mizuki’s message: Ya-hoo, Enanan! It’s not time yet, though. What’s up?   {Note: Japanese greeting “Yahoo!” / “Ya-ho” (ヤッホ) is a casual, quick greeting similar to the English “hi!” or “yo!”. I would’ve translated it, but I figured it might be better to keep it as is… Just know it’s not the same as the English “yahoo!”}

Ena’s message: Sorry for the late message. About tomorrow’s cultural festival… I’ve decided that I might as well go.

Mizuki: ……!

Ena’s message: Actually, I wanted to skip it, but I accidentally brought home some condiments for my class stall. Just returning them would be too embarrassing, right? And I finished the assignments anyway, so I think I might as well properly participate… Because of that, why don’t we invite K and Yuki and walk around all together? They seemed kinda interested.

Mizuki: …Oh… (...I see… Then…) Mizuki’s message: Got it! Then let’s all go together tomorrow! And… Enanan, tomorrow… 

Mizuki pauses for a moment. Typing sounds.

Mizuki’s message: —Can we talk after the festival?

Typing sounds.

Mizuki’s message: …I want to talk. About what I couldn’t tell you until now. Mizuki’s message: Everything.

Mizuki sighs deeply.

Mizuki:  (I managed to say it… but…)

Flashback to Mizuki’s message: “Got it! Then let’s all go together tomorrow!”

Mizuki: (...In the end… I’m still weak… but…) (This might be the last time we can all be like this, so…)

Mizuki looks down sadly. Fade to black.

[theemporium]

lestappen angst anon reporting for duty (don’t worry, fluffy resolution)

you’ve made your way over to the guest suite and plopped yourself on the couch in there to catch your breath, having pulled an old Prema sweatshirt and somebody’s old boxers out of the closet in this room that you all use as overflow, seeing as the closet in the main bedroom wasn’t made for three people, and start to slide out of the lingerie in favor of the pajamas

at the same time, you hear footsteps and a quiet voice singing “happy birthday to me… wait, mon doudou, don’t take that off yet, I haven’t gotten to enjoy it” as he scurries into the room, setting the cake with the candles that he had re-lit and the knife and the champagne and two flutes down on the coffee table and coming around to squat down in front of you when he hears you grumble “doesn’t matter, don’t want me like this anyway”

at which he scrambles to get in front of your face and tips your chin up with a finger to make you look him in the eye and says “I can’t speak for him, I don’t know what he wants or what the fuck he was thinking when he totally shut you out but I will always want you, mon indispensable, like this or however else you want to be and, so help me, I will leave him if that’s what I have to do to be with you, do you understand? It’s you and me, l’amour de ma vie -” when he’s interrupted by an “oh”

you both turn to see Max standing in the doorway, holding a third champagne flute and three plates and forks, looking like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole, and Charles just says “you heard all of that, didn’t you?” and when Max is still standing there shell-shocked, he immediately runs over to fuss over him and tell him that he didn’t mean it like that, see

and that’s your last straw, yelling at both of them “then what the fuck did you mean it like? you,” tipping your chin at Max, “planned his whole birthday without me included and kept both of us in the dark about why, and you,” nodding to Charles, “didn’t even notice when he did and then came home and told me how much you will always want me and then changed your tune the minute he walked in the room, not to mention that nobody said a word on my birthday and we’ve been so wrapped up in celebrating the two of you that it’s nearly been a month and nothing’s happened. you two really ought to be together without me, you fucking deserve each other”

you start to see a tear glisten on Max’s cheek and shoot him a glare and spit at him “you don’t get to cry, Maxie, you know what you did” and he just spills over, sobbing and gasping that Charles wants to leave him for you and you want to leave both of them and doesn’t anybody love him or want him or at least want to hold him right now

so you send the two of them back to the main bedroom by way of the kitchen to take all of the food and related items out and tell them not to come get you until you’re ready for them

you finish putting your pajamas on, grab a cup of cut up fruit and a bag of popcorn out of the kitchen since you missed dinner, and curl back up in the guest room bed to watch the SNL episode you missed over the weekend, laughing at Pete Davidson singing the I’m Just Ken song and squealing when Travis Kelce appears on screen

by the time the show’s over, it’s 3am and you’re exhausted, so when you fall asleep, you’re dead to the world

Max and Charles, meanwhile, find themselves on opposite ends of the California King the three of you usually share, Max a snotty mess and Charles angry at everyone but you, and eventually creep toward the center with Max carding his fingers through Charles’s hair and Charles laying out the exact elaborate plan he needs Max to help him execute to get both of them back in your good graces and prove that Max is serious about you both

Charles wakes up at the crack of dawn and leaves messages with the florist and your favorite bakery, telling them that he needs an entire field of hydrangeas and peonies and he knows those are spring flowers, he needs them now, cleaning the apartment top to bottom as he waits for them to be ready, waltzing back in the door at 10am with more flowers than he can comfortably hold and a giant strawberry shortcake with “the love of our lives” written on it (he had had to say it was for a baby’s first birthday, but no matter) to find Max executing his half of the plan perfectly

he could hear his boyfriend in the office on the phone with Hermès, saying “yes, this is Max Verstappen… yes, world champion Max Verstappen, I need to know what bags you can bring me in the next hour… well, preferably the blue crocodile Constance… you only have the Constance in croc in red? yes, that will be fine… yes, you can put it on this card… whatever it is, it’s fine… thank you for all of your help”

Charles slides in, shutting the door behind him and wrapping his arms around Max’s shoulders as he approaches the office chair from the back, pressing a kiss to his cheek and whispering “so you got one?” Max turns to look at him and breathes, “yeah, but they only had it in red…” Charles chuckles, “even better for my girl”

“our girl” Max corrects, “and they’re going to bring it in 45 minutes so start getting everything together”

When you wake up at 11:30 to streamers and balloons and flowers and cake and presents, it’s all you can do not to well up

both boys are clearly on a hair trigger with your tears and hold their breath until you say “I just love you both so much” and look Max in the eye and give him a watery smile and he’s on you like the two of you have magnets in your chests, telling you how much he loves you and how he’ll never ever do anything like that again

Charles hangs back for a second, letting the two of you have your moment before wrapping his arms around you both and mumbling “you’d better not”

babies🥹

she’s much better than me because I’d have ignored them for much longer BUT IM GLAD THEY ARE HAPPY

[sweetyyhippyy]

Getting Flowers. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

(Not my pictures. My header.)

Summary: Eddie surprises his girlfriend with her favorite flowers after having a hard time lately.

TW: Reader crying. Reader being stressed. Eddie being the best boyfriend.

Word count: 1.3k

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Eddie was hunched over the sink, taking care of the dishes he had used while cooking dinner that way afterward he could spend as much time with his girlfriend as he could since their time had been so scarce the past few weeks due to her working so much. From the front of the apartment, he heard the door slam shut. He jumps slightly at the sound, turning the faucet off and looking behind his shoulder.

She had visibly had a rough day, her hair was in a messy ponytail, and her eye makeup was slightly smeared from rubbing at her eyes in frustration all day. She sighed as she kicked her heels off, walking across the carpet in the main room over to the kitchen where Eddie was. She didn’t speak as she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head in the middle of his back as she squeezed him.

“Hey, baby.” He runs his fingers along her arm softly. “You okay?”

The dam breaks and she sniffles as she begins to cry behind him, burying her face in his back.

“Baby, hey.” Eddie coos, turning around so he can hold her and see her face to face. “What happened? Why are you so sad?”

She hiccups a few sobs before she looks up at him, wiping her eyes clear of the tears that were falling down her cheeks. “I’m just having a rough time with literally everything. Work is so horrible right now. I’m staying all these late hours just because they have nobody else to stay, if I do something wrong I get in trouble for it even though I’m still learning how to do all these things they keep asking me to do, the people there are so fucking miserable that it’s making me miserable.” She sobs. “And because I’m staying so late I don’t get to see you except for coming home to eat dinner with you and then going to bed because I’m too tired to go do anything or sit and watch our shows with you. I feel like a horrible girlfriend and I hate it. I hate all of this.”

Eddie holds the back of her head against his chest, rocking her back and forth slightly to calm her down. He kisses her forehead while he lets her cry it out since he knew it was the only thing that would help her get through it.

It was a good 10 minutes of her crying into his chest, making a small wet spot in the middle of his shirt from her tears. She finally inhales shakily before picking her head up and wiping her face. “ ‘M sorry.”

“Sorry for what, sweetheart?” He rubs her upper arms comfortingly.

“That I just came home and laid all of that on you like that. I’ve just been struggling so much with all of it and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not good for you to hold it in anyways. Why don’t you take some time off so you can take your mind off work?”

She sighs and shakes her head. “I can’t. I’m still training so I can’t request any time off until I’m done. Even then, we still need to keep putting money aside so we can get our house.”

Eddie kisses her forehead followed by her cheek. “They can’t penalize you if you’re sick, right? Go take a shower and run outside with wet hair.” He jokes, trying to lighten the mood and make her laugh.

She half smiles at him, resting her head back on his chest. “Just need you to hold me, please?”

Eddie wraps his arms around her tightly, going back to rocking her back and forth. “I got you, baby.”

****

It was Eddie’s turn to do the grocery run this week.

She gave him very strict instructions to stick to the list and not stray away from what was on the list. They were on a strict budget since they wanted to buy their own place in the next year or so.

Eddie passes by the floral section at the front of the store on the way to the checkout counter, spying a bouquet of pretty yellow sunflowers. He smiles as he picks the bouquet up and looks at them, making sure they weren’t all wilted and half dead before impulsively deciding to carry them to the checkout counter.

She might or might not freak out over him buying an extra item, but he knew he could sweet talk his way out of whatever lecture she was going to give him just by batting his eyes at her, it’s how he always got out of trouble.  

***

Eddie patiently waited for his girlfriend in their room, strumming his guitar absentmindedly, knowing she would be home any minute from work. He had left the flowers on the counter in a vase for her to see when she walked in, and for some reason he was so giddy and excited to see her reaction.

Like clockwork, 7:15pm, he heard the front door close and the keys hitting the glass bowl. He perks up in bed, staring at the back of the bedroom door and waiting for her to come in.

“Eds? I’m home.” She calls out, kicking her shoes off as she reaches the kitchen. She notices a beautiful bouquet of golden sunflowers sitting right in the middle of the counter, her heart fluttering right away. “Eddie.” She says to herself, running her thumb over one of the petals. She grabs a cup of water before walking toward the back of their apartment, opening the door and pushing it open. “Hey there, handsome.” She beams at him.

Eddie puts the guitar on the bed next to him, biting a smile back. “Hey, beautiful. How was work?” He pats his lap, motioning her to come over to him.

“It was shit. Somehow worse than the rest of the week.” She sighs, taking her hair out of the high bun it had been in all day, shaking it out. She walks over to him, straddling his lap as she throws her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry it was bad, baby.” Eddie strokes both of her thighs lovingly.

“It did get better though.” She kisses the tip of his nose which makes him scrunch his face.

“Oh did it? What made it better?”

“This really sweet guy bought me some beautiful flowers.” She tangles her fingers into his hair and gently massages his scalp with the pads of her fingers.

“No shit? He sounds like a great guy.” Eddie snickers, kissing her neck.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great. Kinda cute… big head though.” She jokes.

Eddie picks his head up, his jaw slacked open in fake shock. “Which head are we talking about here? Because I might be offended.”

She full out belly laughs, shaking her head at her boyfriend. “You’re too much.” She presses a quick kiss to his lips, sighing in contentment. “Thank you baby.”

“For what?”

“The flowers in the kitchen.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe?” He tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrow.

She giggles at his little game, kissing his cheek repeatedly. “Oh, you don’t, huh? That’s a shame, I was willing to give you all the credit and you would have gotten so lucky tonight.” She clicks her tongue, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

“Oh! You’re talking about the flowers in the kitchen! I thought you were talking about the flowers in the bathroom! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I got you the flowers in the kitchen!” He stumbles over his words, a smirk planted on his face.

“Oh really?!” She says in fake shock. “I never would have guessed! What a good boyfriend you are to me.” She coos at him, cupping his face before kissing him again. “Thank you my love. I’m so lucky to have you.”

[shion-yu]

Day 27: Pain meds

Angsty Cliff drabble for @medwhumpmay. Inspired by this and this post about hallucinating being cared for by a partner. TW passive suicidal ideation.

Every day, Cliff drags himself to class at NYU Law wondering if he’ll have the energy to make it back home in one piece. He thought he could do this, even after his diagnosis of sarcoidosis, but he’s failing fast. He’s not sure if law school is worth dying over, but he knows for a fact that the only thing getting him there is copious amounts of pain medication.

The temptation to take more than the prescribed dose is often strong, but especially now when he’s so sick that he's missing class because he can’t leave his bed. He’s relying on Phoenix, his roommate and sometimes more, to take pity on him and bring him water every once and a while. 

Whatever infection he has this time, it’s hitting Cliff even harder than usual. He’s too dizzy to force himself to do school work even though he wants to. The fever coursing through his blood feels like it’s burning him alive.

“Help me.” The words slip from his lips before he can help it. Nobody hears… at least, that’s what he thinks, until he feels blessedly cool fingers brushing through his hair.

Cliff opens his eyes, staring blearily at the figure above him. He doesn’t know anyone who would touch him so gently, except… but no, that’s impossible, isn’t it? He tries to speak, but only a low groan comes out. The figure above shushes him and a wet cloth is draped over his neck. It feels so good.

“Thirsty,” Cliff gasps. Right away, the person helps him sit up and presses his cup of water to his lips, helping him drink. Even after Cliff’s managed enough, their hands remain holding his own. It can’t be Phoenix, he knows that, because Phoenix doesn't do hand holding. There’s only one person who’s ever been so gentle with him. One person who ever really cared at all. Cliff can feel his eyes fill with tears. It’s too good to be true, isn’t it? And yet - “Elliot?” Cliff croaks.

“I’m right here,” Elliot says. “What else do you need, Cliffy?”

“You, just you,” Cliff cries. Begs. He feels so relieved and for the first time in ages, safe. But then he opens his eyes, and the reality is that he’s alone again. It was all a dream, or maybe more like a nightmare. Cliff chokes back a painful sob and covers his face with his hands. This is what he’s reduced to? A person so hopeless that the only thing that can comfort him are the imagined ghosts from his past? 

He forces himself to sit up slightly and shakily opens the bottle of pain pills on his bedside table. If he takes them all, maybe he won’t wake up again. But he promised Elliot he’d take care of himself when they broke up. So instead he takes just one and collapses back into his pillow, damp with tears. Maybe if he’s lucky, he won’t wake up anyways.

[jaegonsmoon]

Do you have any headcanons of how things would have been different if aegon had also been at the fight (maybe even trying to drunkenly break it up) over vaegar and had been the one to lose an eye?

oooo, would it all have been a misunderstanding?? Aegon was clearly drunk that night. Maybe he grabbed the rock and stumbled in his brother’s defence, but Luke was faster and took his eye. He wasn’t going to kill Jace, though, Aegon liked Jace, he was his favourite nephew. But then again, he was drunk and sleepy and didn’t know wtf! has going on, and lost an eye for it.

But better yet— what if it was Jacaerys the one to take his eye, it was an accident, his uncle stumbled and tripped on him, rock in his hand, and Jace pulled out his dagger so fast that he only registered his move when Aegon’s blood was spraying on his face.

Things are way tenser than in canon, Rhaenyra’s heir mutilating her competition? It’s such a scandal that not even Viserys knows what to do and he painfully saddened agrees for an eye for an eye. Chaos ensues and they’re all screaming and fighting each other until Aegon, now long sobered up after all the kicking and screaming he did when he was getting stitched up told them to stop. He wished to speak to Jacaerys alone. His mother obviously said no, but he ignored her and asked the king instead. He got his request, but they tied Jacaerys up to a chair for precautions beneath a prince. Nobody was content with it, but things had gone already too far for one night, anyways, so better be done with it quick. Rhaenyra was allowed in the room and a knight, she kept her distance but didn’t take her eyes off them for a second.

Aegon approached Jacaerys carefully and the stood in front of him. “Why would you do this?” Hurt was clear in his voice. Jacaerys broke down in tears immediately.

“I’m so sorry, uncle. I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t mean to. I got too scared, I-I thought you w-were gonna kill me. My h-hand moved too fast too close to your face and I didn’t notice until too l-late.” the boy was shaking like a leaf and Aegon’s hands were curled up into fists. He was angry, and hurt, both physically and emotionally, and his entire face was throbbing in pain.

“I wasn’t! I tripped on you! I didn’t even know what was going on with you all stupid, insane children! And I paid the price with my eye. You mutilated me, Jace!” Aegon held in a sob of his own that made his throat burn. “Out of anybody in the world, it had to be you,” he whispered brokenly.

Aegon plead in Jace’s favour and told the king he didn’t wish for his nephews eye and that in time he should find a suited punishment—but for now he wished to heal and rest. Rhaenyra stays tucked away in Dragonstone. He and Jacaerys never spoke again, their bond shattered.

Almost a decade later when the king dies, a raven arrives to Dragonstone, it says “A throne for an eye.”

[jaxteller87]

Aftermath II(big papa 12)

Amber POV

After my outburst, I hastily threw some essentials into a bag and made my way to my parents’ old place. I knew I’d probably just earned myself a permanent ban from the clubhouse with what I’d done. Hell, I don’t even think Gemma’s pulled off the stunt I just did.

Outside, I waited, my nerves frayed, but nobody came out. I couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing— or a bad thing. I nonchalantly looked through a small gap in the door, and I could make out a few members— Jax and Clay weren’t among them. Not wanting to test the waters any further than I already did, I went back home and waited for whatever came next.

The first thing I did when I got back was roll a joint. I was stressed to the max, not only over what had just happened but also everything that led up to this moment of me blowing my top. My hands were shaking, and my thoughts trailed, making it almost impossible to roll a respectable joint, but I managed— even if half of it ended up on my lap. I no sooner sparked it up until I heard the familiar rumble of that old pickup truck turning the corner, announcing Jax’s arrival. I took a few drags as he pulled into the driveway; I’m sure he could see me. He fiddled with something on the passenger seat before he finally got out. He handed me a shake; his expression was surprisingly calm. 

“Hey, darlin’.”

“Peach! Thank you,” I coughed, taking the offering and handing him the shittiest joint I had ever rolled and he had probably ever seen.

“So, uh—” he took a slight drag and handed it back, “That was quite the show back there, huh?”

Then, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down my face as I poured out apologies. “I don’t know what came over me. I just felt so powerless! I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something.”

“Calm down, babe,” Jax didn’t hesitate; he scooped me up and settled me in his lap. “Shh, it’s alright, my love. I understand,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my shattered emotions. “I think Clay finally realized just how scared you’ve been all this time.”

“I can’t... lose you,” I sobbed, clinging to him desperately. “Without you, I’d truly be alone.”

“I know,” Jax replied, his thumb brushing away my tears before they could fall. “And you won’t. I promise.”

Between sobs, I managed a weak attempt at humor. “So, am I banned from SAMCRO now?”

Jax chuckled, “Actually, no. You got a standing ovation, believe it or not. But more importantly, you got through to him.”

“Clay? I did?” I stopped crying suspiciously quickly. It probably made it seem like I was faking, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. In my head, I ran a hundred scenarios, but none of them ended with me getting through to Club President.

“Yeah, you did. Sometimes, it takes someone from the outside to make the old man see reason,” Jax mused, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I returned the gesture with a grateful smile. His hand slid down to give my butt a playful squeeze, eliciting a giggle from me.

“I love you, big papa,” I whispered.

“I love you too, darlin’,” Jax kissed my forehead, “But…”

“But?” I reared back, almost expecting him to say something crazy like he didn’t want to be with me anymore.

“But— you really can’t go bustin’ into church like that. Gemma’s been around since the First Nine, and she wouldn’t even pull a stunt like that.”

“So, you’re mad?” I puffed out my bottom lip.

“Not at all. You did what you felt was needed, and if I’m being honest, it was most definitely needed. You just fortified what half the room was thinkin’ anyway. But there are ways— traditions, so to speak, regarding how to approach these types of situations.”

“I got it, babe,” I smiled, “I hear you loud and clear— Don’t do it again.”

“Perfect,” he kissed me on the lips. “You got through to the old man, but he had to get a small win, so I told him I’d talk to you about your actions.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “So, that’s what that was? Just now?”

Jax grinned back at me, “Exactly.”

“I’m pretty high right now,” I admitted, slurping down my milkshake.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I repeated, “I think the munchies are coming on.”

“I figured you might say that,” Jax sat me back in my chair and walked to the truck. When he returned, he had a to-go bag with a burger and fries inside. “Tell me I don’t know my sweetheart.”

“If we weren’t already married, I’d propose to you right now,” I joked, taking the bag and digging in. Afterward, I felt a thousand better. We went inside, put on a movie, and for the first time in a long time— I felt relaxed. There I was, nestled in Jax’s arms, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we’d face them together, as we always had. For in the brotherhood of SAMCRO and in the love we shared, there was strength enough to conquer even the darkest of days.

[koffing-time]

untitledducklett:

It took a while for Cael to calm down enough to speak in something a bit more understandable than uncontrolled sobbing.

“It is awful,” he murmured at last, straightening himself up to look over at Tix. “That’s why finding out his family is doing right by these stolen Pokémon hurts so much. I have no right to visit the sins of their ancestor down upon their heads, I should be glad that they aren’t like him, but I still want to anyway. Unfortunately, by mentioning this whole thing on my blog I’ve essentially invited the whole internet to tear them apart.”

Cael took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, and then let it back out.

“It’s not insensitive. It’s not a bad thing to support because Yves has been dead for over a millennium now. He ran away to Hoenn with the help of an unknown agent and started a business here. I hate to say anything remotely positive towards him but it was an absolutely brilliant move. Nobody would ever think to look in Hoenn for a Kalosian war criminal.

When the contest is over I’m going to go to their shop and explain the situation to them. Explain that the Pokémon they have are critically endangered and tell them the truth about what their ancestor did. It will not be fun. I don’t want to do it, but they deserve to know. I’m not going to make them give up their Pokémon or stop their business, they could really help bolster numbers and bring them back from the brink. Yves will never come to justice but I hope his family will be willing to help right his wrongs. Y’know?” He paused, “I could use someone to help keep me from doing anything stupid though.”

“I can try.” Tix attempts a smirk, but it doesn’t get much better than a disappointed grin. “You’ve made me curious at least, with the stuff you told me. I defo wanna visit that shop again” Tix looks to both sides of Cael, to Berior and all around as if trying to catch a glimpse of something that isn’t there. “It’s really a lot what you’ve just told me.

Like, i’ve not even heard of that Region you talked about. Vanitas? Guess Unovan history classes aren’t that great. You need to tell me more sometime.

But maybe we should focus on that Martin guy. I just hope that he’s really different from Yves. And that you’re right and he’s treating his Pokémon well.”

Tix pauses for another moment and looks around, making sure their Pokémon are still around and well before looking Cael directly into the eyes.

“You know... A friend of mine once was in a similar situation. Like, not exactly like you, not with, like... all the... history on his shoulders. But he had knowledge that noone else had, and he wanted to show it to everyone. And then nobody believed him. So he began fighting for this truth, to make everyone see how awful things were about that thing he was passionat about. And the more he fought for this truth, the more he forgot the ideals he was fighting for. At some point, he completely forgot what he wanted to change and why he was fighting at all. He just wanted everyone to see how bad it was, to see the truth. And he got so obsessed with it, that he nearly lost everything he had worked for and everything he ever had. There’s not much he has left now. And he has done so much horrible stuff. A lot of people hate him, actually. But i think he’s still a good person. He wanted to do the right thing. He just... got lost somewhere.”

Tix stumbles, trying to find the right words.

“Uhm... What i’m tryin’ to say is: Don’t forget what you want. I guess you know that already, but the past is gone. Maybe it’s not quite so important to make Martin understand the past. You, and they, should make sure these Pokémon are in good health and everything. And I’ll try and help you if you want. I don’t want to see any Pokémon suffering.”

Tix can’t help but look at Berior.

“What are those Pokémon, actually?”

Plotted starter with koffing-time

Just as they'd said Cael followed the sound of shouting straight to them.

"Hey," he called just loud enough to be heard over the music. "I'm Cael. The guy who made the Vanitian Silk post. Thanks for being willing to talk irl about this. I'm going to try not to get into anything too bad but fair warning: Yves did get a lot of people killed. For his own gain. Including my squad."

Berior stuck closely to his bonded gently nuzzling him when he noticed Cael's eyes starting to go out of focus.

@koffing-time

[clouds-rambles]

Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

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Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

[ruiniel]

Another way - V

Summary: What if someone in the 21st century stumbled upon this stranger during a turbulent storm, narrowly avoiding running them over, and what's more they can't understand a word coming out of their mouth.

Fandom: Castlevania animated series

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+ only

Tags & Warnings: explicit language, depressive character, character-meets-world, modern AU, Fantasy, References to personal Loss, References to Grief, some motion sickness, More tags coming

V.

You trip once as you come down in the morning, grabbing the banister and rubbing at your eyes bleary with sleep, having stayed awake for at least an hour after hearing that nightly howling, after listening to the wild symphony of a cry while staring at the pitch-black beyond the skylight shaft. It was unsettling, but — you can’t sway the thought — fringed with a kind of… melancholy?

You glance at the couch, finding it empty, shrugging as you pass by it towards the kitchen space with its square windows and old furniture. Maybe he’s on a bathroom break, comes the random prosaic thought as you retrieve a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water. 

Gazing out the window, your eyes rest on the proud evergreens, dark and shady against the sky. Since your time here has been cut short by what you’re currently calling ‘The Happening’, you sigh, already missing the forest paths and tracks you’d planned on taking, away from everything else in life as it stands now, if only for a time, until you might find something to grasp at within. 

You refill the glass, and turn around; and scream — which, of course, startles Adrian, who takes a prudent and sharp step back with a troubled look on his face. 

“Jesus Christ Monte Cristo, you startled me!” you take a deep breath, then lift your hands placatingly. “I’m sorry, that was… you’re quiet, no doubt about that,” you add, gazing at him and noticing how tired he looks, though his alertness has faded. Instead, you see something else: a shadow of resignation. “Morning,” you offer after, trying a smile. “How’d the couch treat you?” you turn around to reach for a glass, offering it to him.

He speaks, and you nearly laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but there’s nothing funny about this to him, no doubt; and though his voice is melodious the words sound wrong, they sound bitter and for a moment you stiffen — but whatever it was, it is gone, and his expression softens then lowers into a frown, eyebrows pinched together and nostrils flaring; he swallows as though keeping a sob in check.

What the hell can you do about it, though? 

“It’s eggs again if you don’t mind, stranger I found on the country roads.” You look away and try for an average topic, turning and retrieving said eggs from the fridge. “After breakfast I’ll gather everything and we can head out, all well with you?” you ask facetiously as he shakes his head. “Good, we agree.”

He says nothing else, though he stops you with a halting gesture when you try to fill a second plate with food. You slowly put the plate down, and none say another word until you're done and rise from the table, starting to pack everything up. 

“We’ll be out soon,” you say after a while, looking at him in that borrowed shirt — then at the old clothes rack in the corner. “Here,” you say, heading over and plucking a heavy item from the rack. “It’s not that warm and it’ll get colder out there. Nobody uses this now anyway,” you say, unsure why you’d justify giving him a piece of clothing. “Try it,” you offer him a large, faded old biker jacket.

He stares at it, glances at you, then understands.

“And your clothes are there,” you show him, “you can stuff them in that old rucksack I found in the basement. Take it, keep it,” you point at the item by the couch, and he nods, faster to understand this time.

It doesn’t take long to pack, and then get ready since you’d barely just arrived, and soon enough you’re heading out and loading your things inside the car.

Adrian follows, looking from you to the vehicle with the interest of someone studying a rare find.

“Come on, hop in,” you say, already in the driver’s seat. 

When nothing happens, you turn at the waist to look. “Let’s go, Adrian...” you gesture at him with your arm, even opening the car door. 

He nears but stops in his tracks before the backseat, staring inside with the faded dark rucksack you gave him strapped over one shoulder and a curious light in his eyes.

What’s happening?

“Sit in the back, it's fine by me,” you say. This might just become the most awkward conversation I’ve ever had.

But he hops in even as you think this, carefully, still bumping his head when settling inside.

You turn around, sigh, and turn the ignition.

“I saw a wolf last night,” you speak after some time spent in silence, following down the serpentine roads hugging the hills. A curve here, a turn there… like concrete shackles across the lands. 

You’re not even sure why you’re trying. He doesn’t look like he wants anything to do with… well, with anything. 

“An actual honest to heck wolf,” you add, glancing briefly at him in the mirror; he's staring outside, arms crossed at his chest, a tempered interest on his face. “I know you don’t get this, but it couldn’t have been anything else, it was huge, it was immense and get this, the coat was something like white or gray or, yeah, maybe it was an effect of my wine-soaked mind despite that, hey are you okay?”

He's become so much paler and sick in under a second, an arm coiled around himself, a palm clamped over his mouth.

“Want me to stop?” though it’s ridiculous to even ask, since he looks like he’s about to faint. You look ahead and soon find a spot where you can slow down and pull over.

He jumps out when you finally do, turns away, and throws up in the nearest shrub at the side of the road.

“Great,” you say, rubbing at your cheek as you near, “here, I could… help…” you ask though he can’t seem to hear you, heaving as though his stomach is out for revenge, so you reach and try to gather his hair from his face anyway. 

Soon he’s leaning away, hands propped on his knees, taking deep breaths as you release him. 

“I got carsick sometimes,” you say, returning from the car with a tissue and handing it to him, which he takes with gratitude while not quite looking at you.

You turn and give him whatever space he needs, getting inside the car then pushing open the door to the front passenger seat.

Adrian follows shortly — you really hope that’s his actual name — after staring up at the sky for a few minutes with his back to you, the line of his shoulders stiffer than a board. He slips inside the vehicle and after a few tries properly closes the car door.

You gaze his way briefly, for a moment disheartened by just how out-of-place someone can look. Whatever his story is, you certainly don't envy him.

Luckily it’s not that long of a ride.

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[b3llab00]

Yandere!Soobin X Reader

An Opening Sequence song fic

Hi there! This is my first time doing something like this. If you have any suggestions on how to make this better I would appreciate it!!! Helpful tips are always nice :)

Anyways on with the show

Soobin doesn’t love. He’s not a lover. He’s a logical human. So what’s so different about you?

It was just another day on the stage. The words dull. The motions trained. The fans copy and pasted. Except one. One that stood out from the rest.

Her eyes pierced him like a blade through the heart. He went through the motions of the dance, his eyes never leaving her figure as she swayed with the music.

Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me

Soobin smiled. A real smile. Something nobody else here could ever pull from him.

The rest of the night was a blur. For the rest of the concert, his gaze never falling short of her. When they took their final bow on the stage, saying there cookie cutter goodbyes, he took the opportunity to wave at her.

Her eyes lit up as she waved back at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Take one more chance on me, chance on me, chance on me

But that all changed when he watched her eyes linger over yeonjun with a longing look. In that moment, he felt his work shatter. All that was left was a new side of Soobin he never thought he would feel. Hatred

I’m bleeding painfully, painfully painfully

Soobin stayed quiet as they got on the platform to leave the stage. The ground opened and the platform lowered. He looked up and saw Yeonjun playing with Beomgyu, lightly teasing him. He started dancing around the little platform, and Soobin couldn’t help it.

Soobin isn’t a bad person. He’s a very good leader, but to see Yeonjun GLOATING. Practically laughing in Soobin’s face about how YEONJUN was the one she looked at. How YEONJUN was the better Choi. How YEONJUN made her heart skip a beat and not Soobin.

Yeonjun was mocking Gyu, and went to take a step back to show off. Soobin didn’t even blink as he stuck his foot out slightly. Not much, not even noticeable to the other members.

The platform was poorly built, so tight in space anyone could fall. Too far up off the ground to even be safe.

There were screams from the other members. And then a sickening crunch hit Soobin’s ears. Somewhere below he heard a woman scream, and the platform stopped moving. His heart raced as he looked below.

Yeonjun wore a shocked expression, staring at the sky above. His left arm twitched as his right arm was twisted in a way it was down right horrifying. Blood. Blood was everywhere. He wasn’t dead, but he mine as well have been.

Soobin snapped out of it when he heard Kai let out a strangled sob. Tae immediately grabbed him and hugged him. Beomgyu was pale, and unmoving. Soobin didn’t dare look any of them in the eyes. How could he when he was smiling so hard??

••••••••••••

You, like many other girls, we’re waiting for the car to drive around the side. So maybe you could get one last glimpse at TxT. You checked your watch.

12:47

A sigh escaped your lips as you adjusted your bag. Oh well.. at least you got good videos. You begrudgingly fought through the crowd as you walked the block. Parking was nearly impossible, even arriving three hours in advanced.

It was dark out. Somewhere in the distance you heard a dog bark. It was creepy, and unsettling. Where was your pepper spray? Maybe you should grab your phone an-

That was your last though as you were hit by a wall. Well, but a walk, but that’s what it felt like. Your bag went flying and so did your light stick. Great, there goes 100 dollars.

You sighed and looked up, getting ready to cuss out some Jack ass. But when you looked up you froze.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you there.” Soobin said bashfully, reaching down and picking up your bag.

Holy fuck.

It’s Choi Soobin.

Choi Soobin as in THE Choi Soobin

Choi Soobin from TxT

Here

Speaking to YOU

“No it’s my fault!! Im so sorry! Im such a fucking clutz sometimes!” You laughed. Was it hot out here? Oh god you hoped your hair wasn’t a disaster.

You casually brush your hair back, relieved to find it still mostly intact.

••••••••••••••

Soobin smiled at the girls attempts to fix herself for him. It was unnecessary though, as she was already perfect as she was .

He continued to charm her and talk to the girl, all while Yeonjun was being loaded into an ambulance. He expressed his concern for his friend and sobbed. You felt awful, and rubbed his back.

Stay for me, stay for me, stay for me

Soobin took her hand, eyes rubbed red.

“Can you please stay with me while Yeonjun is in the hospital? It hurts my heart so much” he cried.

How could she say no?? It’s Choi Soobin, and his best friend was on the brink of death.

“Of course Soobin. I’ll do anything for you” she said, blinking back tears of her own.

I can’t get used to it, used to it, used to it

Of course Soobin felt bad for hurting Yeonjun like that. Yeonjun was practically his brother. Soobin loved all of his members equally, but now he had something better in his life. Something, no, someONE, he would risk it all for. He would gladly sacrifice any of his other members to be able to be held by you. This was all foreign for him, but hey…

True love is true love. And there was no denying Soobin’s love.

Not now, not ever.

[earlgreydream]

indecency.

| loki x reader | smut | fluff |

cw: dark!loki -> soft!loki, spanking, edging, slight degradation, angry!loki

You knew better.

You knew there was no way you were going to get away with it. You knew there would be consequences to your actions, but you were so pent up with need, you had fooled yourself into thinking you could get away with breaking one of Loki’s rules, and benefiting from it. 

Loki was strict, and had little patience for indecency and insubordination. He demanded obedience, and enforced it with punishment.

It was incredibly dangerous to test Loki. Loki was a lot of things, but merciful was not one of them. Any infraction required discipline, often severe. 

One of Loki’s rules was that you were his, and his alone. All pleasure had to come from him, touching yourself without permission was strictly forbidden in his castle. He wanted to be the one to inflict all of your ecstasy, everything to come from him. Occasionally, he would give you permission, often so he could watch. Aside from that, it infuriated him when you touched yourself secretly.

You knew this, and yet you’d chosen to defy him anyway. There was no way it would be worth it in the long run, but you were desperate and in need. Loki had been neglectful of you over the last few days, busy and overwhelmed with royal duties. You spent the week a ball of pent-up sexual frustration, and if you didn’t take care of yourself, you were going to explode. 

Loki’s anger burned through him like wildfire.

He’d returned to your chambers after an incredibly stressful morning, his only desire to rest with you. Asgard was demanding, and he was tired from ruling, craving the feeling of sleeping with you in his arms. Instead, when he had entered, he found you on the bed, your small fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. You were writhing on the bedsheets, moans mixing with the lewd noises of your fingers. Your head was thrown back and your spine arched, pushing your breasts out as you fucked yourself.

Loki stood utterly still for a moment, unnoticed by you. He couldn’t deny that the sight was incredibly arousing, but it was overshadowed by the anger toward your disobedience. He strode toward you, fed up with your misbehavior.

Your startled scream echoed off of the arching ceilings as Loki’s hand gripped your jaw. Your eyes snapped open, and you were met with sadistic green eyes that were filled with irritation.

“You believe you can pleasure yourself better than I? Or are you just an insolent brat?” Loki snarled, and you were too frightened to answer. Your eyes were wide, and you immediately pulled your fingers out of yourself. Your thighs twitched at the sudden loss of stimulation, and you sank into the mattress, failing to put distance between you and Loki.

Regret washed over you, fear prickling through your naked body. Loki was seething, and terror seized your veins. The fear and his anger added to the heat in your belly, upping your arousal. You loved to see Loki mad, even when it scared you. 

“Since you’re so comfortable being indecent, you’ll take your punishment on the throne!”

“No!” You shrieked, making the god’s fury spike. You’d said it just to be a brat, unable to resist to dig yourself in deeper with his patience. You immediately wanted to take it back, realizing you made it much worse by objecting. You struggled to breathe under Loki’s threatening gaze, both of your wrists gripped together in one of his hands.

“If you dare to disobey me again, I’ll let the entire realm watch me beat your ass raw,” Loki’s threat was not an empty one, and you closed your mouth. A shudder rolled through your spine, and Loki rolled his eyes, slapping your ass as he dragged you up. 

You nearly tripped over your feet as Loki hauled you from the bed, parading you through the halls and throne room, naked for the entire castle to see. Tears obstructed your vision, but you knew any more disobedience would result in far more catastrophic punishment.

You were red with embarrassment, nauseated by the knowledge he hadn’t truly begun to punish you yet. You were tripping up the golden steps to the raised throne, feeling like you were on a stage. Loki dragged you over his lap on the throne, his entire royal guard and Valkyrie present to witness the consequences of your behavior. You were fully exposed and on display for everyone, left with no chance of concealing yourself.

“I’m sorry!” You cried out as he struck you. Servants winced as the noise echoed off of the golden walls, thankful they weren’t in your position. 

It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and they didn’t understand why you kept doing things to get you in this position. Nobody wanted to be at the mercy of Loki’s wrath, and they couldn’t imagine the motivation behind your actions that you knew resulted with these consequences. They were blushing for you as you got spanked in front of everyone, choked tears blinding your vision and making it hard to breathe.

Loki knew you secretly loved it. 

“You will be,” Loki’s voice was like ice, and he had you sobbing within minutes. You were burning with shame, struggling on his lap from the pain of his assault on your ass. He’d conjured some kind of leather strap that bit into your tender skin, leaving red welts in its wake. Your cries and squeals of pain echoed off of the high ceilings, and the court couldn’t look away from you. 

Your skin was stinging from Loki’s unforgiving blows, the leather a deep green against your red skin. He got twisted pleasure from watching bruises blossom to the surface of your skin and running his fingers along the raised welts he was creating. Your body jerked forward and you yelped in pain as he slapped you with his hand, irritating your backside further.

“Loki, please!” you shrieked, begging for reprieve. The leather cracked against your skin before it vanished, and he dragged you to sit up and straddle him, your skin burning as it rubbed against the fabric of his armor. Your face was streaked with tears, and he raised an eyebrow at you. He cupped your sex, making another wave of heat wash over you.

“Why are you crying when I can feel how soaked it made you?” Loki mocked you, squeezing your throat as a broken moan escaped you.

“Answer me.”

“Because I’m a slut,” you whispered, knowing what he wanted. You were done pushing your luck, and you wanted to be good, not wanting him to inflict any more painful punishment. A smirk pulled at his lips, and he kissed you roughly. Your hands carefully wrapped around his forearm, stabilizing yourself. He held back a smile at the action. It made you seem innocent, and Loki loved your midgardian fragility. He loved the way you gripped onto him, even when he’d just tore your ass up, only making you more clingy and needy for him.

“Do you intend to obey your king now?” Loki asked, bouncing his knee and making you gasp from the friction on your clit, your small hands squeezing him at the sensation. 

“Yes, I’ll be good!” you insisted, pouting your lips for a kiss. Even when Loki was furious, he wasn’t one to deny you of affection. Familiar with what it felt like to be unloved, he never wanted you to feel the same.

Loki’s clothes disappeared with magic, and he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist. You winced at the pressure on your tender skin, and pushed against his chest.

“Knock it off, or I’ll turn you to face the court.” 

You shook your head vehemently, wanting to hide in him. You knew he was going easy on you now, and you didn’t want to ruin it. You hid your face in his neck, leaning into his chest. You knelt above him, and you felt his tip brushing through your soaked folds, jumping as he came into contact with your nerves.

Loki sank you down into him, holding your hips and guiding your movements. Your head rested on his chest and he bounced you on him with rough thrusts. You whined into his shoulder as he rubbed your nerves, building pressure in your abdomen. You dragged your nails down his back, your body tensing and heat started to spark through you. 

You were close to your orgasm, but Loki had other plans for you, none of which included letting you come. He was proud of how well you’d taken the punishment up to this point, but he wasn’t finished with making you learn a lesson.

Loki pulled his hand from in between you, thrusting all the way into you and holding you still on him. You squealed and writhed on him, trying to get some friction. He didn’t have it, and you were forced to hold still with his thick cock buried deep inside of your throbbing heat.

“Be good!” Loki snapped, and you yelped as he slapped the side of your thigh in warning. You realized he hadn’t gone easy on you, and was now going to edge you on the throne while everyone watched.

Once the burning in your nerves subsided, he rocked you against him again, building the pressure back up. Every time you made a noise you were rewarded with a red handprint on your thigh, the pain sending shocks through you and pushing you further toward the edge.

“I’m going to absolutely ravage you,” Loki growled into your neck, making your eyes roll back and a grin pull at your lips.

You had gotten exactly what you wanted, but now you were desperate for the release you craved. 

“Loki, please let me-” you were cut off by a particularly rough thrust upward, making him smirk.

“Let you what, darling?” He teased, slamming into you every time you tried to speak. He edged you for nearly an hour before he finally decided you’d had enough. You had been good, taking it without complaint, other than pathetic whimpers that echoed off the golden ceilings. 

You were aching and throbbing, every small touch making you writhe at his fingertips. Loki knew your limits, and he was pushing them, watching your eyes turn glassy. He’d sank into your mind, filling it with images, memories, of him railing you and making you come a thousand times over. His sick use of magic only made you melt more, completely pliant to all of his demands, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

You were unable to sit up off of him or speak, only making soft breathy pleads. Your body shuddered from the stimulation, and you sobbed weakly when he finally let you orgasm. You involuntarily jolted in his arms, a low whine humming through your chest. Waves of exhausting ecstasy crashed over you, the hour of edging turning into a powerful release.

Loki let you catch your breath for a minute before sliding out of you, easing you to rest on his lap. The subjects in the throne room looked away, knowing better than to continue watching when Loki was finished punishing you.

He wrapped you in his emerald cloak, concealing your exhausted body. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you out and back to his chambers. The silky fabric was cool and smooth against your abused skin, and you relaxed into his arms.

“Are you still mad?” You whispered into his chest, your cheek resting against his cool skin. Your head was cloudy, and your thoughts were unclear, needing Loki to reassure you that it was over.

“No, my darling. Never with you,” he kissed you lightly, bumping his nose against yours. You tightened the green silk around you, and he smiled into your hair as he sat down with you curled up in his lap.

“Was that all just to get my attention?”

You nodded shyly, embarrassed that he saw right through you.

“If you want pleasure, you need only ask me, I will be more than happy to give it to you.” 

Loki was no longer teasing or mocking you, and he gently tilted your chin up so you were looking into his deep green eyes. You nodded, and he kissed your rosy cheeks. 

[moons-cozy-corner]

Broken Heart

Inspired by this post by @stoic-whumpee

Thankyou for giving me permission to write this, I saw your prompt and this immediately popped into my silly little brain.

TW: medical equipment/setting, panic, restraints

Word count: 470

“Stay still now, dear.” Villain did exactly the opposite, uselessly yanking at the straps that held them down to the cold metal table. All they could smell was rubbing alcohol and latex; it was suffocating.

Screaming was no use either. Hero had already made it clear that nobody could hear them. Nobody that cared, anyways. Still, it was all they could do, cry and scream and struggle and try, even if only to comfort themself that they hadn't given up without a fight.

Hero brought a hand up to their face, cupping it before wiping tears away with their thumb. The gesture was gentle, almost calming, but still their heart raced. Villain knew that those same hands would soon be covered in blood. They let out a muffled please, barely audible through the gag tied around their head, and they swore they saw Hero's expression melt. Or maybe it was just the unrelenting flow of tears.

Hero continued to rub circles into Villains cheek, softly smiling down at them. “I’ll let you speak until I sedate you. Don’t scream, okay?” Villain nodded, and the gag was untied from their mouth.

“Please, please Hero, please,” they gasped. They could feel their throat closing in on itself, their chest burning as they continued to sob and beg. “I promise, I’m alright. I- I d-don’t need… I don’t need a new heart. I’m over it, really! I'm fine! I don’t need- pl-please, Hero. I’m- I’m scared!”

“Aww, honey,” Hero cooed, turning from the anesthetic machine and reaching for their face, rubbing circles into Villains cheek. “I know. But you will feel so much better.” Hero carded a hand through their hair, brushing it away from their face, sticky with sweat. When they pulled their hands away and reached for their gloves, that’s when Villain really screamed, as loud as they ever had in their life. Their voice cracked and broke, it hurt, but it didn’t matter. Not when Hero was about to carve into them.

A gloved hand landed on the center of Villains bare chest, making them go tense, holding their breath. They felt their gut twisting around inside of them. They met Hero’s gaze, smiling as if they were on a picnic. “When we’re done, your healing process can begin. Then, you can finally be mine, and I can make sure they’ll never hurt you ever again.”

Hero brought the mask up to Villain's face, strapping it around their head. They held their breath for as long as they could, their chest tightening when they realized that it was really happening. They were going to die, surely. They looked pleadingly up at Hero as the edges of their vision ran dark, and the last thing they saw before they fell unconscious was the hero, scalpel in hand, smiling down at them.

tag list---@bleeding-letters @eeveearoace

[absolutelyfizzing]

he promised

poe dameron x reader

description - Poe always promised he would come back from missions. One time he doesn't. (Ends in fluff i promise i promise)

warnings - depression?, anxiety?, fem pronouns, talk of injury and death, grief, fluff at the end, use of petnames, reader gets carried for a while and sits on a lap, mentions of eating and eating avoidance (not ed)

word count - 3800

A/N - so this was an oops. I wrote this hella fast but i was in the zone and i am pretty happy with the emotionally devastating product. I promise it has a happy ending i just dont want to give too much away. I feel like for maximum emotional damage you need to be a little in the dark. anyway, forgive me

MASTERLIST

You were stood in the command center with your hands wringing together. No matter how many missions Poe went on, the waiting was always hell. How were you supposed to remain sane when the love of your life was out fighting a battle that he might not come back from. That you might never see him again. He always reassured you that he would always come back to you. That you never had anything to worry about. You tried to believe him, and for the most part you did, but that didn't prevent you from being worried when he was gone.

You listened through the coms, trying to keep track of what was happening during the battle. Leia let you stay in there because she had a soft spot for you, as well as the pilot you were worried about. You were thankful she let you listen in on every mission, it meant that you weren't alone worrying in the room you shared with Poe. The conversation over coms was rushed and loud, they were scared and that made your heart beat faster.

'I have to go through, they're gonna come after us if I don't.' You heard your fiance yell. Worry stuck in the pit of your stomach, he was going to take a risk, you could feel it.

'Poe, it's not worth it. We should get out of here while we still can'. You agreed, wanting him to get out of there as soon as possible. You prayed he would listen and just get out.

'I have to try, I can't go back knowing that they could be following us to base.'

'Poe wait-' You heard someone rush out before comotion ensued again. You could feel your heart in your throat. You could have cried. After a minute of listening to pure chaos, nobody in the control room dared to speak a word. Everyone was waiting for an indication of what to do from the squadron. You found yourself zoning out in your worry. You were only broken out of your trance when you heard your fiance's name.

'Poe is down.' You stopped breathing.

"Down? What do you mean down?" You heard Leia call over comms.

'I'm sorry commander, he got hit. His X-Wing engine got shot and he was heading to crash on the planet right below us, his coms died. There's no way to know if he made it through but I don't know many who could take that crash and live. We have to head out and hope he comes back to base but I wouldn't get my hopes up.'

"Get out of there while you still can. We will have to worry about Poe when we gather our strength." Leia responded and the squadron called their understanding before the process of bringing them home began. You hadn't moved. You weren't sure if you had breathed. Your body was fully numb. You could feel eyes on you as everyone waited for you to respond. To show some emotion of your boyfriend having just gone MIA. You couldn't feel yourself though, your fingertips were numb, and you refused to believe he was dead. He promised. He told you he would come home.

Your brain was split between trying to grieve for the loss of the love of your life and trusting that he would be back. That he had to come back because he promised he would and he never breaks a promise. You felt hands on you and you realized you had fallen to sit in your spot. Leia was above you and was ushering you to your feet. You mindlessly let her push you somewhere and you barely even looked to see where you were going.

Eventually you showed up at your apartment door. You couldn't tell whether it felt like it had been instantaneous or an eternity to get there. Leia unlocked your door and pushed you inside and to the small couch that was stood in the living room-like space. The apartments were all very small, Poe had one a little bigger because he was housing with another person and because of his rank. Still, the extra amenities included a small couch, a smaller kitchen, and a window along the bedroom wall. When Leia sat you on the couch she kneeled in front of you. Her hand went to your cheek and you looked at her for the first time since you'd heard Poe go down. She seemed to almost be in tears but your eyes were dry. You didn't feel anything.

"Y/N, what can I do?" She asked gently. "Do you need anything?" You felt yourself shake your head and open your mouth like you were going to talk but closed it again as you thought.

"He said... He said he was coming back." You stated as if it changed the situation. "He promised." You mumbled.

"I know, Y/N. I am so sorry." She tried to console and your head shook. "We don't know what happened after he went down. You heard the team. He might contact us in the next few days, he is a smart man and he knows how to get a message out. But I don't want it to hurt you more if he never does." She tries to reason and you shook your head.

"No, you don't understand. He promised, " your head was spinning, "he's coming back." You felt tears fall down your face. When had you started crying? "He promised me that he was coming back home." Your voice broke which surprised you. Before you knew it you were crying into Leia's arms and you couldn't stop yourself. That was how you stayed with her for a while after, you weren't sure how long. She shed some tears of her own but eventually you both ran dry. You lost feeling again and you couldn't tell if it was better or worse. You made a decision. You wouldn't grieve over him until you were sure he was not coming back. You wouldn't mourn until you were sure.

The alternative was not, however, to recover. Instead you just stopped doing anything at all. You stopped eating, taking care of yourself, caring. Soon, your friends came in to talk to you. Instead of it being conversation though, they just talked at you. You couldn't bring yourself to respond or really even listen. Or maybe you did but you just couldn't remember. They would periodically come through to help you into a shower in which you just let the water run over you while someone else, you thought maybe Rey but you couldn't even recall, washed your hair. You drank water when they asked and would take a bite of food if they begged but other than that you might as well have been dead to the world. You almost hadn't realized how much of a vital part to your existence Poe was. How little you could bring yourself to do without him. You had thought you were prepared to be separated, you were in the middle of a war after all. Instead it was impossible to do anything without him and you wondered how long you could keep doing it.

This went on for a week. That was how long it took for them to declare him 'killed in action'. They felt that, if he was alive, he would have found a way to contact the base with the help of BB8 and local lifeforms. That was when you allowed yourself to grieve. The numbness turned into pain and it was a million times worse. You would have given anything to go back to numb.

You finally listened to your friends when they talked to you but their consolations did nothing to put you at ease. You still struggled to do anything but you complied with their pleads. You had been convinced, 2 weeks after the KIA announcement, to go to the canteen. To see people and interact. Finn pulled you along with an attempt at a smile on his face. Your face was blank but you tried to soften your eyes. You knew he was trying to help and he was grieving the loss of his best friend as well. When you were pulled into the large cafeteria, all noise ceased. You knew that they were looking at you and you guessed that they pitied you. You had seen yourself in the mirror that morning and you would have pitied you too. You got pulled to a table and Finn went to go get you and himself food.

People periodically came by and said hello or asked how you were as you tried to eat something. You responded with one word answers usually and you hadn't met anyone's eyes. You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed and decided you would head back to your room. You quietly thanked Finn for trying and left to the hallway.

Suddenly, alarms sounded. You were startled into awareness and people began running past you.

'ALL EMERGENCY CREW TO FLIGHT DECK'

You were curious about the alarm but you weren't emergency crew and you knew they didn't need any more bodies there than would already be there. That was until you heard someone as they rushed by as they talked to the medic next to them.

"Yeah I heard it was him but he went missing weeks ago." They sounded confused and continued jogging toward the flight deck. You feet started moving before you could even process it and it was the fastest you'd moved since he had gone missing. Since he had died.

When you got to the flight deck there was already a crowd. You could see over the see a people a beat up X-Wing. You thought you might have heard a droid. You elbowed your way to the front of the crowd, not apologizing when people grumbled their frustrations at you. When you made it to the front you were stood no more than 50 feet from him. He was soot covered and beat up but he was standing as he tried to wiggle out of the grasp of the medics. BB8 beeped and turned, spotting you. He made a loud excited noise and rushed to roll over to you and Poe turned at the sound. When he met your gaze he smiled.

You felt your knees give out and tears start to fall from your eyes. Your arms crossed over your stomach and you started to curl into a ball over your knees. A sob left you and suddenly large warm hands were on your shoulders.

"Y/N? My love, are you okay?" He rushed out, checking over you for injury as the medics still grumbled about needing to see him. His hand came under your chin to move your face so he was making eye contact with you. You let out another sob before grabbing his vest and pulling him into you, he kneeled to the ground as you clung to him and cried into his chest. He moved himself so he was sitting on the ground and he pulled you into his lap. You felt his hands on your back trying to soothe you but you couldn't stop crying. "I'm back. I'm so sorry I was gone but I'm back." He mumbled out as he kissed your head a few times.

"I'm so angry at you." You whispered and he almost laughed, just happy to hear your voice. You finally pulled your head out of his chest and kissed him like your life depended on it, like it was the last time you would ever see him. You pulled away so you were looking into his eyes. "Please don't leave me," you begged almost silently. You weren't even sure if he could hear you. "Please don't leave again."

"I'm not leaving, baby, I promise." He tried to calm you. "I'm right here. I'm okay."

You nodded, trying to convince yourself that he was real and he was here. You kissed him again just to check. You pulled away again, still trying to convince yourself.

"You died." You struggled out and Poe felt tears in his eyes as well. "You were dead, you crashed and you didn't make it and then they said you were gone." You said like that was what happened.

"I didn't die, my love. I'm right here. I'm alive, I'm okay." Poe pleaded and he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his face so you could feel him. Your hand moved along is jaw which was now covered in stubble and grime. Your head shook like you were disagreeing with him but you were simply in disbelief.

"I love you" You mumbled as your eyes traced the lines of his face and tears fell from your eyes. He let a few tears fall as well before pressing meaningful kisses to every part of your face that he could reach.

You spent the next 2 hours like that. You wouldn't leave his hold and he didn't try to move you. The medics worked around you and everyone greeted him without disturbing you. You stayed, on his lap, curled into his chest. Your breathing had slowed to a normal pace and you were holding onto his vest tightly. Eventually, he had to be debriefed. He petted your hair and cooed at you to catch your attention.

"Y/N, my love," he whispered, "we have to get up now." He felt you nod but you made no move to get up from him. He took a breath before moving you off of his lap as you whined, standing up, and then picking you up so you could wrap yourself around him. You hummed contentedly into his chest and he had a smile on his face as he walked through the base.

"I love you." You whispered again into his chest. You had been doing it periodically every so often in the last 2 hours and every time Poe would repeat it back to you, kiss your head, or say something else. This time he chose to kiss your head.

"Baby, I have to go to the debriefing now and you know you can't come with me." He tried to say gently but he knew this separation might be hard for both of you. "I'm gonna put you down." He warned before encouraging your legs to go to the floor. You listened but didn't release his neck which you were also clung to. His hands fell to your waist and you both stood for a moment with your heads in each others necks and breathing deeply. "I'm gonna hand you off to Rey, okay?" He asked as he flagged down Rey from the hallway.

"Okay." You whispered, still not releasing him.

"Hey, Rey, sorry to bother you but could you keep Y/N company for a few minutes while I talk to Leia and the squadron?"

"Oh of course!" Rey chirped and you took a deep breath before releasing Poe. You let him kiss your cheeks and your nose before he walked the other direction toward the command center. You stared at him until Rey put her hand in yours and clasped it. You turned to look at her and for the first time in weeks, she saw you smile. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N." She assured and you believed her.

"Thank you." You whispered and another tear fell from you, this time of joy and happiness. Not grief.

"What do you say to heading to your room and get cleaned up a bit, yeah?" She tried and you nodded, following where her hand lead with one last glance toward the direction that Poe went.

"-the converter didnt even work until a day ago because the main power source broke down." Poe finished explaining his time on the planet he had crashed on and the rest of the squadron nodded and asked a few more questions. Once he was done, Finn met him outside the command center.

"So-" he paused, "I'm not sure how to say this nicely but most of your stuff went into the redistribution center because you were presumed dead." He rushed out. Poe took a moment to process and nodded.

"Well that's sort of a bummer. Could I borrow some of your stuff?" Poe asked, knowing it would take at least a day for him to get reassigned sets of uniforms.

"Yeah of course, that's why I'm standing here waiting for you. You could get cleaned up in my room too if you want. I know Y/N kept a few of your jackets and shirts but most of it got taken." The boys began to walk toward Finn's living quarters and there was a moment of silence before Poe asked something he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.

"What happened when I was gone?" His throat felt dry suddenly and his words came out hoarse. "To Y/N I mean. Was she okay?" Poe wasn't sure what answer he wanted. He knew from your recent reaction that you were devastated, as he would have been, but he also knew he had a dangerous job. He might not come back from some other mission in the future and he hoped you would survive without him.

"Do you really want to know?" Finn questioned.

Poe nodded.

"I mean, she was broken." He paused to think. "She didn't talk to anyone for a week. Wouldn't move. Wouldn't cry. Rey had to help her shower and we had to beg her to eat. We almost sent her to the med wing because we thought she was gonna pass out from dehydration, she would barely take a sip of water." Poe's heart was in his throat but he was sure there was more. "Then you were pronounced KIA."

"Oh god."

"Yeah it wasn't pretty. They pulled your stuff out of your guys' room, took your name off the ledger. Leia let her keep some stuff but it was hard to watch. She finally cried, she just wouldn't stop. She was more responsive but she wasn't even moving towards okay. You could tell she was only doing what we were asking because we were begging. That she was doing it out of guilt. Today was actually the first day that I talked her into coming out of her room. She had been to the canteen for about an hour when she felt she needed to leave and then alarms sounded that you were back." Finn finished with a glance to his friend and Poe looked like he might throw up.

"I want her to be okay if I don't make it back one day." Poe tried to explain to his friend.

"She probably would have been functioning in a few months. She wouldn't have recovered but she would function. She's a strong woman, but she also loves you a lot. I mean, how would you react if she was killed on mission?" Poe could tell it was a rhetorical question but he thought about it very carefully. You were an engineer so you weren't called out on mission often, not nearly as often as him. When you were, he was worried sick the whole time. He hadn't really thought about how him being gone affected you before. Now looking back on it he kicked himself for it.

Poe thought about what he would have done if you had died and he thought that your reaction was probably mild. That he would have been unresponsive for weeks or even become violent with anger and grief. He knew that you were the one for him, the most important thing in his life, and without you he didn't know if he would find purpose in his life anymore. He fought in the war as hard as he did for you. To make the galaxy safer for you.

When he went MIA it was because he tried to take out a couple more imperial ships than he could handle. He only did it because he knew they would have followed them back to base if they left. Back to you. So he took the risk and it backfired but he knew he would do it again to try and keep the First Order away from you.

He was knocked out of his train of thought by the arrival at Finn's quarters. Poe tried to get cleaned up and dressed quickly, getting the grime off of himself and shaving his face. He hurried back to your shared quarters and when he entered his room he was greeted with your smiling face as you laughed.

You were sat on the bed, Rey on the other end, as you were talking about something which caught you in a fit of giggles. At the sound of him stepping into the room you looked at him and got up quickly to rush up and hug him tightly.

"Missed you." You mumbled into his chest. As he held you Rey silently nodded at Poe and left the room.

"Was only gone for a minute, honey bun." He reassured and you pulled your face back.

"You know I hate that one."

"Boo bear?" he teased and you shook your head no. "Munchkin?" nope. "honey bear?" no thank you. "Baby love?" You tilted your head a bit.

"I don't loathe that one."

"Sweetheart?"

"I like that one."

"Princess?"

"That's my favorite" You giggled and kissed him quickly for a moment. He could have cried at the sight of you giggling. He had missed that, you, the sounds you made, so goddamn much. More than he would ever put into words.

"I know it is, pretty girl." He smiled before picking you up and you squealed. He walked you over to the bed before dropping you on it and laying next to you. You climbed close to him, practically laying on his chest. His arm was snug around your waist and he left no room for you to move, not that you would have anyway. "How would you feel about going to bed, princess?" He almost whispered, not wanting to disrupt the fragile quiet in the room.

"Yes please. I love you Poe." You whispered back and closed your eyes a bit, focussing on his breathing.

"I love you, Y/N" he responded.

You both got the first decent sleep you'd had in weeks that night.