#feeling abandoned and hopeless right now pretty please

[spoondrifts]

sucks being self-aware. i want to just wallow in my irrational misery in peace but i keep being interrupted by the clarity of knowing that my emotional reality is not accurate rn & i'm getting worked up over nothing, and then it's like well okay that doesn't get rid of the feelings. so now i'm just mildly depressed with a heaping of helpless frustration on top. great job team

[azrielbrainrot]

A Helping Hand

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Description: A seemingly innocent confession ends with you in Azriel's bed.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, some dirty talk

Word Count: 1,2k

Notes: I've been having a bit of writer's block and decided to just finish this little prompt I had in my notes since forever ago. Hope you enjoy!

It's hard to remember how you ended up here. It's hard to remember your own name to be honest. You think it would even be possible for you to forget how to breathe when Azriel's fingers have set such a mind numbing rhythm, stretching you out so deliciously.

One minute you were confessing to your friend about how no male had ever made you finish, and the next you were lying naked on his soft mattress, his hazel eyes half lidded with desire as he cooed down at the mess you were making and all the sinful noises you were letting out.

“Are you still with me, pretty?”

You let out a loud moan at the question, one he punctuated with a deeper, sharper thrust. Hands clutching onto his soft hair to pull him in closer, his lips meeting yours, allowing you to indulge yourself for a moment. You can't believe you've lived this long without the feeling of his lips on yours.

Azriel pulls away far too soon, your lips chasing his in a hopeless attempt of keeping him close, a whine escaping you when he moves completely out of your reach.

“I asked you a question,” he murmurs, voice heavy with desire as he watches the way your pussy swallows his fingers greedily.

It takes you a moment to remember that he even spoke up let alone what he asked you. “Yes. Gods, yes. Please don't stop,” you find yourself begging when you do.

Azriel lets out a satisfied hum, leaning down to leave little bites and wet kisses all over your chest, almost purring when your fingers tangle in his locs, fingers alternating between massaging his scalp and pulling hard when the pleasure he's bringing you gets too much.

It doesn't take long for you to get impatient, drunk on the sensations he's bringing you, but still greedily needing more, your hips chasing his fingers, silently begging him to go faster, harder.

“Az,” you whimper when it's clear he won't listen unless you ask him to. “I need more.”

He abandons your chest with one last bite, looking up at your heavy lidded eyes, a smirk growing on his face.

“You think you're ready to cum?”

“Please.”

It's amazing how fast he reduced you to begging. You can't believe this whole thing started because you thought there was something wrong with you, or that you just couldn't cum with a partner when Azriel had reduced you to a pool of pleasure in a couple thrusts of his fingers. He hadn't even fully undressed you, simply pulling your dress up to your hips and then down your chest to keep his mouth busy. You can only imagine what else he could do if you gave him the chance.

“You don't have to beg. I told you I'd take care of you,” he says, looking down to your dripping pussy as he speeds up his thrusts, curling his fingers just right.

You were so, so close. It felt like you were staring down at the top of a precipice, only needing the slightest nudge to jump down into oblivion.

“You've been doing so good for me. Making such a pretty mess of my fingers.” He trusts his fingers in sloppily, showcasing just how much of a mess you're making, the sinful sounds echoing around the room along with your pathetic pants and whimpers. “Can you hear it?” You think you could be heard down the hall.

Azriel was never particularly talkative, even as you grew closer, he always prefered to listen rather than speak. You really could have never imagined him to have such a dirty mouth. It never occurred to you how attractive his voice was either, probably overshadowed by everything else, but now you think you could listen to him talk forever.

“You're so wet I think I could just slip right in,” he adds more to himself than to you, but it has a destructive effect all the same. A needy whimper escapes you, your cunt instinctively clenching around his fingers at the thought.

Of course, this doesn't go unnoticed by him, making him look up with a curious and feral glint to his eyes, “You'd like that?”

The reality of the situation sobers you up for a moment, realizing that this would have a noticeable shift to your friendship, one you cherished, but as his fingers threaten to slow down their pace, likely noticing the seriousness that you felt, you grab onto him.

“Yes, I would,” you confess, looking deep into his eyes.

He picks up his face again, those burning hazel eyes never straying from yours. “I can fuck you. I can show you every little thing those bastards never did, bring you pleasure you never thought possible,” he says, “but first you need to cum for me, alright?”

Dropping a quick kiss to your lips, Azriel moves down your body, leaving open mouthed kisses as he goes, his fingers never stopping or giving you a moment to breathe properly. He stops for a moment, lingering around the waistband of your panties, sucking a mark right above where you needed to feel him so desperately.

You're not sure if he's waiting for permission, but your hand falls to his head when it's clear he won't move on his own, giving him a more than encouraging nudge. He complies with a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, his warm breath ghosting over your wet flesh.

When his mouth closes around your clit, you feel an overwhelming amount of pleasure rush over you, lasting only a couple slow circles of his tongue around the sensitive spot before you to cum, head falling back against the mattress, back arching into him as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a silent moan of his name.

Your fingers tighten around his hair though you're unsure if you were pulling him closer or trying to push him away in the middle of the mind numbing sensations. The resulting groan he releases sends vibrations over you, only adding to the already destructive orgasm you were experiencing.

It takes you a bit to come down, and when you do you find Azriel looking down at your face, pride distinguishable in his eyes, his fingers still working inside you softly, fucking you all through your orgasm.

He smiles at you when he catches you watching him through heavy lidded eyes, “So,” he stops his movements, bringing his face, still covered in your release, closer to you. “Do you still think there's something wrong with you?”

The idea is laughable to even consider now, and you can't help the disbelieving chuckle that escapes, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a kiss.

“No, I think I just have terrible taste,” your murmur, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb, “Thank you for this, Azriel.”

“You don't have to thank me, love. I was more than happy to help,” he pecks your lips, a suggestive smile taking over his features, “And I still am, whenever you need me to.”

“Actually,” a grin of your own growing, your legs wrapping around his waist, almost moaning out when you felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against your sensitive heat, feeling insatiable even though he just gave you the strongest orgasm you've ever felt, “I think you just said you had a lot more to show me, right?”

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Ice told Mav that he'd take this one, after getting the call from Penny.

So, when Ice walks into the Hard Deck, his eyes immediately start searching the room for Bradley, and find him in the back at the pool table.

He heads to the back area of the bar, catching Penny's eye on the way and giving her a wink. When Ice gets to the pool table area he sees that Bradley is not actually alone, he's there with Lieutenant "Bob" Floyd, who looks about as hopeless as Penny sounded on the phone earlier.

Bob suddenly notices Ice's presence, and he stands up a bit straighter as Ice gives him a nod of acknowledgement.

...All the while, Bradley just keeps playing pool and grumbling loudly to himself.

"Sir - " Bob begins.

" - Dismissed."

"Oh, thank you sir..." Bob replies, sounding extremely relieved as he leaves the pool table and heads to the bar.

"Bradley...?" Ice leans over the pool table and tries to get in Bradley's line of sight "...talk to me, please."

"Nothin' to talk about," Bradley replied, as he lined up his shot, then hit the ball over to the middle pocket, and it bounced off the edge of the pocket, missing the target. "You gonna play? Looks like Bob couldn't take the heat."

"I think what Bob couldn't take was the headache you were giving him," said Ice, as he picked up the abandoned pool cue.

"What?"

"Bradley, half the bar can hear you grumbling over here," Ice told him. "You've got black storm clouds floating right over your head for God's sake. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Bradley insisted. "Now are you gonna play or not?"

Ice shrugged. "Sure," he said.

Ice lined up his shot, and sunk two balls into the far corner pocket, like it was absolutely nothing.

Bradley rolled his eyes as Ice straightened up and tried not to look smug.

"...But I guarantee, with the way I play and the way you seem to be playing right now, it's gonna be a pretty short game," Ice told him.

Bradley sighed. "I'm just a little off tonight, no big deal," he said.

"Any particular reason why?"

"No."

Ice gave him a pointed look.

Bradley huffed. "Just having...issues with...someone," he grumbled.

"Relationship issues?"

"It's not a relationship," Bradley countered, quickly.

"Then what is it?"

"It's....he....he left for a deployment in Italy today," Bradley grumbled. "And I went over to see him just to say goodbye, y'know, and it turned into 'Oh, Rooster, I didn't know you cared?' and so of course I was like, 'I don't care, just send my apologies to all those poor Italian people who'll have to endure your presence for the next few months.' And then it turned into talking about all the Italian guys he was gonna meet over there, and how they'd probably happily 'endure' his 'presence', and then I got mad, so I just kinda left."

"So, you didn't actually get to say goodbye then?" Ice pointed out.

"No, I guess not," said Bradley. "I just...it's so easy for him to just...annoy me like that, and then...stupid Italian guys - "

"So, your problem is that you don't want Jake Seresin to hang around with hot Italian guys, is that it?" Ice asked.

Bradley froze, and stared at Ice.

"...I never said anything about Jake Seresin," he said.

"Bradley, all you ever do is talk about Jake Seresin," Ice told him. "Did the two of you really think you were being discrete?"

"We were being - !" Bradley started, then clamped his lips together for a moment. "...It's always just been a casual thing. Nothing serious or official."

"...But now he's going to Italy," said Ice "...and he might be hanging around with 'hot Italian guys', and you don't like that."

"It's not like he's never been deployed without me before," said Bradley. "It's not like I haven't had to deal with feeling like this before. And I have! I've dealt with it just fine."

"Well, maybe this time is different because you're hitting a breaking point," said Ice. "Maybe, it's time you two finally had a serious talk about this 'casual thing' of yours."

"Why do you say 'casual thing' like that?" Bradley asked. "Like you're judging?"

"I'm not judging it, Bradley. I've been down that road myself before," Ice told him. "And I'm saying 'casual thing' like that because if you're feeling so troubled at the thought of him with somebody else, then maybe it's not a very 'casual' thing at all."

Bradley blew out a long, tired breath, as he stared at the pool table, supposedly looking for another shot.

"One thing I do know for sure, though..." said ice, as he walked around the table to stand beside Bradley "...is that Jake Seresin will not be 'meeting' any hot Italian guys."

Bradley glanced over at him and smirked. "What, you really gonna try and cockblock him from here?" he asked.

"Don't doubt my powers, Bradley Bradshaw, I'm the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, I can do a lot of things," Ice told him. "...Just ask Maverick."

Bradley snorted back a laugh.

"No, I mean, he may talk a big game about what he's gonna do over there, but I guarantee you, he's not gonna do any of it," Ice told him. "He doesn't want to."

"How do you know?" Bradley asked.

"Because I've been him, Bradley," Ice told him. "First he wanted to beat you and be the best pilot, then he wanted to bed you and prove that you wanted him...and now he's trying not to fall in love with you."

Bradley didn't say anything, he actually looked a little terrified now.

"And Bradley," Ice continued. "I guarantee, he may've won those first two rounds, but that last one?" Ice leaned in now and lowered his voice so that only Bradley could hear him "...I think you'll both find that he lost it a long time ago."

Bradley still didn't say anything, so Ice just smiled and straightened up, then put his pool cue back against the wall.

"Work on your game, kid," said the older man. "I'll see you at dinner on Sunday."

Ice then gave him a wave, and walked away, out of the bar.

Bradley thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone as he sat down on a nearby stool.

Can we talk when you get back? he texted.

He only had to wait about a minute before he got a reply.

Sure. You miss me already? (with a smirking emoji, of course)

Bradley took a deep breath, then sent back his reply.

...Yeah. I do.

[thornybubbles]

I'm Gonna Make You Love Me (Yandere Oingo x Reader)

Another Picker Wheel Prompt with a character I haven’t written for yet. 

**Note: This was a hard one for me because for the life of me, I can’t see the Oingo Boingo brothers as anything but joke villains. I love them, don’t get me wrong, but they are canonically comedy relief characters. Boingo’s attempt at an evil laugh is the goofiest thing I’ve ever heard. And Oingo as a yandere? Can’t picture it. If anything I see him as being really shy around someone he was crushing on. I tried to make it creepy, but it just came across as kinda sad.** 

Prompt: Yandere surprises their darling by cooking a nice meal or at least attempts to.

Reader beware: Yandere content ahead! Though it’s pretty lightweight compared to some of my other stuff. 

Oingo put the finishing touches on the meal he’d prepared for you, glancing back at the recipe book to make absolutely sure that he did everything correctly. Cooking wasn’t Oingo’s strongest point, but since being abandoned by their parents, he’d had to make do for both his and his younger brother’s sake. Boingo never complained about his cooking so it must at least be passable. 

“How does it look?” he asked Boingo, who sat at the table with his half eaten meal and a coloring book. 

Boingo looked up from his coloring and glanced at the meal his brother had been preparing. He smiled encouragingly and nodded his head. 

“It looks great, brother! Yes! It will work out, just as Thoth showed. You have nothing to worry about.” Boingo said. 

Oingo sighed. 

“Then why am I so nervous?” he asked. 

Boingo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What his big brother needed right now was reassurance, not derision. 

“Don’t be. It will be fine. Yes. You saw the pages? There’s no need to be nervous. Fate has already decided what will come to pass. Just play your part and everything will be okay.” 

Oingo sighed again, steadied his shaking hands, then picked up the plate of food. 

Boingo watched his brother leave the room before taking another bite out of his food and returning his attention to his coloring book. 

Oingo walked down the hallway of their current hideout and made his way to your room. He kept repeating to himself that everything was fine. His brother’s Stand had said that this was the way to earn your heart. It seemed wrong and twisted, but if it would make you love him, then he would do anything.

When he reached your door, he paused before knocking, waiting to hear you say something. When you didn’t respond he opened the door and peeked inside. You were still in the same spot you were in when he left you the last time. You didn’t even look up at him when he came in. 

Guilt rose in Oingo’s gut when he saw you like this. You hadn’t spoken or shown any signs of awareness in days. You stopped eating a day or so ago and Oingo was at his wits end. Boingo just kept nodding sagely and saying that everything was going as it should. But you looked so weak and sick. How could Oingo not worry? 

He entered the room and walked over to you, sitting on the ground next to you. He held the plate of food out for you to look at, but you made no motion to do so. 

“I made this for you. You said it was your favorite, right?” he asked, pausing to see if you would respond. 

You didn’t, you just stared at the floor, eyes lifeless as always. 

Oingo’s heart clenched at your lack of response. Balancing the plate of food on one palm, he waved a hand in front of your face. You didn’t even blink. Oingo huffed, looking down at the food in despair. He picked up the spoon and scooped up some of the food, blowing on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot for you. He held it up to your mouth, gently touching it to your lips. You made no move to eat or do anything else. 

Oingo gritted his teeth, fighting against that ever growing feeling of hopelessness. 

“Will you at least eat this time? Please, it’s been days. You’ll die if you don’t eat something soon.” 

No response. Not a single movement. Not even the slightest sound. 

Oingo glanced at your wrists. 

“What if I took the chains off? Would you eat then?” 

No answer. 

Oingo set the plate aside and pulled out the key for your shackles. He unlocked them and took them off of your wrists. Your arms went limp by your sides and you slumped against the wall, but that was all. You did nothing and said nothing. Oingo picked up the plate and scooped up another spoonful of food and placed it to your lips. Still nothing. 

Oingo felt a lump working its way into his throat. 

“Please, you can’t… you can’t just let yourself die like this! Me and Boingo… our parents are long gone. They bailed on us when I was just a kid. Boingo hardly knew how to walk then. We had to struggle to survive. You wouldn’t believe the things we had to do to stay alive! And now… Lord DIO’s gone… we don’t have anything else! Me and Boingo were right back to square one before we met you. Do you remember that? The day you found Boingo by himself? I was trying to find a place to stay and Boingo had to wait outside… you came up to him asking if he was lost. I thought you were gonna be just like everyone else, but you weren’t. You didn’t bully him for being shy or try to take advantage of him because he was a kid. You actually wanted to make sure he was okay. When I came up to you, you didn’t say anything about my scars. I don’t think you even looked at them. I didn’t know what to think. You didn’t seem real. Nobody’s that nice unless they want something from you. When you found out we didn’t have anything to give, you wanted to help us anyway. You paid for our medical bills, dammit! Who does that for complete strangers?! That’s when I knew… you were just too good for this world. It eats up people like you. I had to protect you, just like with Boingo. I had to make sure that no one took advantage of that kind nature of yours.” 

Tears flowed freely down Oingo’s face as he spoke. He wiped his face on his sleeve and sniffed. 

“That’s why… that’s why you’re here now. Boingo said that if I let you get on that plane, we’d never see you again. I didn’t mean to take things this far… I just…” he glanced at the chains. “I just couldn’t let you slip away. Aside from Boingo, you’re the only good thing in my life. I know you don’t understand all that stuff I told you about Stands, but Boingo’s can tell the future. It said that we would be together if I did this. It may seem scary right now, but this is how it’s supposed to go. If you just…” 

Oingo stopped talking when you opened your mouth. His own mouth dropped open in shock before he straightened up and gently pushed the spoon into your mouth. You accepted the now cold food, chewed and swallowed. Frantically, Oingo got another spoonful of food and held it to your mouth. Your lips parted and Oingo thought he would scream with joy. 

“Thank you…” he sobbed. “Thank you so much.” 

He didn’t say anything else, just quietly fed you as tears of relief streamed down his face. 

On a whim, Boingo looked up from his finished meal and summoned Tohth  into his hands. He flipped open the book to the latest page and smiled at the image that formed there. 

“Yes. Just as I thought. We finally have our happy ending, big brother.” he said with a devious grin.

[sunnyrealist]

🌶️ Chapter 36: The Strongest Man I Know

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are on an adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. On the third day, the lovers discover a hidden cave. Since the trip is meant to be one of exploration and treasure-hunting, they decide to check it out. The cave gives both of them a strange feeling, but they are tempted to continue into the depths. When they reach the furthest area, they watch from up above as a vivid scene materializes in a pit. It's a vision of themselves, about ten years into the future, happy as can be, but it quickly changes into a nightmare. It turns out that the cave is infested with hungry Dementors, who immediately choose to close in on Sebastian. Kate manages to dispel them, but with Seb has passed out, she must figure out how to get them both to safety. Relying on a charm she learned long ago, she manages to float Sebastian out of the cave.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. This particular chapter is pretty heavy - an emotional roller-coaster. It features, in no particular order: unconsciousness; discussion of incarceration, prison fights, the use of Imperio, torture, murder; talk of "mind-healing" (therapy in the Wizarding World); feelings of hopelessness and uncertainty; fear of abandonment; passionate declarations of love amidst copious amounts of angst; girl on top sex and doggie-style sex (mentioning); conversation regarding commitment; lots of crying.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational. 🥰

Chapter 36: The Strongest Man I Know

Kate huffs and puffs as she finally reaches the camp, finally slowing her jog. The cave had been about an hour’s walk from their tent; she makes it back with Sebastian in tow in about a half hour. She certainly is not known for her athleticism, but the adrenaline gave her the push she needed. She crouches, putting her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath as Sebastian’s unconscious form catches up, floating through the air. She opens up the tent flap and with her wand, directs Sebastian inside and towards the bed. 

As careful and gentle as she can be, Kate removes most of Sebastian’s clothing until he is wearing only a simple tunic and his undergarments. She checks his heart rate for probably the tenth time to be sure everything is alright. It beats steadily, to which she breathes a sigh of relief. She pulls down the covers of the bed and fluffs up the pillow, then uses her wand to slowly settle his body into the bed. 

Kate sits directly next to Sebastian on the bed after pulling the covers up to his shoulders. She leans down to kiss his forehead tenderly, gazing upon him in concern. His freckled cheeks and nose are tinged pink from the cool mountain air. His hair is a mess from the wind, and she brushes her hand through it, attempting to smooth it back and completely out of his face. He stirs a little but does not wake.

“I love you, my moon,” she whispers. “I’m here. Get as much rest as you need.”

While she waits, she decides to change out of her explorer outfit, finding it far too warm to deal with multiple layers now that they’re out of the cold. Instead, she opts for a simple, pastel pink cotton house dress, not even bothering with undergarments. She is disgusted by the idea of  putting on an uncomfortable corset right now, after everything they just went through.

He will eventually wake. What will he need? Kate runs through ideas, then gathers a washcloth, a bucket, a cup for water, some Wiggenweld, etc. - all just in case. She spends a minute worrying about what state of mind and health he might be in when he is conscious once more but decides there is no point to that - she is as prepared as she possibly could be. There is nothing more to be done.

About a half hour later, Sebastian stirs, waking up slowly and in confusion. His vision is still hazy from the encounter with the Dementors. He looks around and sees Kate sitting on the edge of the bed, watching over him patiently.

"I'm alive," he croaks, his voice hoarse. He tries to sit up in bed.

"Lay down, sweetheart," Kate tells him quietly and soothingly. "You've been through a lot today. Just lay down and relax. I'm here. You're safe." She pauses. "Everything is going to be okay."

She softly dabs his forehead with a cool cloth as her eyes thoroughly examine him. Though she has been anxious about him for hours, she puts on a brave face, trying to remain calm and collected so as to not upset or worry her boyfriend.

Sebastian lies back against the pillows, letting his head sink back into the softness as he exhales shakily. He feels completely wiped out, exhausted beyond belief. 

"Kate... I'm..." he begins to say and trails off. There are so many things he wants to say, so many things he wants to promise her, but his body just feels so tired, and he is afraid he will pass out at any moment.

"Shhhh," Kate whispers. "Just take a moment to get your bearings." She continues to dab the washcloth all over his forehead and face. "You're safe with me, my love. The danger is gone. We are back at camp." Her other hand weaves through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. She leans down to kiss his forehead tenderly.

Sebastian relaxes, the small kiss adding to his sense of calm. He feels the tension ebb away, the pain subsiding, and his eyes begin to droop again.

He attempts to speak once more, but only a small murmur comes out of his throat. "Kate... I love you."

She exhales softly. "And I love you, Sebastian. I love you so much." Her eyes study his face, trying to assess how he feels. She kisses his forehead again. "Are you comfortable? Do you feel warm enough?" She reaches for a cup of cool water, holding it to his mouth. "Take a small sip."

He swallows, taking only a small sip initially before eventually drinking more.

"I'm comfortable," he mumbles, his words a little hard to understand. "I just feel..." He struggles to find what he wishes to say. "I feel..."

Kate takes the cup away and places it on the floor next to the bed, listening attentively as he begins to explain how he feels. When he trails off, Kate remains silent, waiting for him to process and figure out what to say.

She takes his hand in hers. "You don't have to speak right now if you are tired or confused. It's alright, Sebastian. I am just relieved to see you conscious again." She pauses. "But I'm here when you're ready to talk. I love you with all my heart. I'd do anything for you, my moon."

Sebastian's hand is warm as he squeezes his fingers around hers and takes comfort in her presence. Her words soothe him, and he lets out a long sigh, attempting to collect his thoughts. 

"Am I... am I... back in prison?" he whispers.

There is a fear in him that what has just transpired was all a hallucination - that he is not back at camp with her and instead will wake up once again in the miserable confines of his cell in Azkaban.

"No," Kate replies quickly, her tone serious and firm as her blue eyes make contact with his. "You'll never return to Azkaban. I promise you'll never be a prisoner again. I would fight off every Dementor in the world before that could ever happen. I'd rather die than see you taken back there."

Sebastian's grip tightens ever so slightly, his eyes watering a bit as Kate speaks with so much passion and conviction. He believes her. He knows that it is her and she would never betray him, but the part of him that was tortured for so many years in Azkaban wants to resist this.

She kisses his hand and then speaks slowly and calmly to make sure he can digest it. "What happened in the cave... it was confusing. You're confused because of what we saw." She pauses. "But right now, right here... this is real. We are together. We are in the tent you set up yesterday, back at our camp for our trip." She squeezes his hand reassuringly.

"So," he begins, fighting back tears. "That was... That was a vision of our future, right? A dream? Or... Or was it... real?"

"I don't know," Kate admits quietly. "I don't know." She looks down at her lap. "It felt so real, but... what is real is us, here and now."

She remembers the vision they were shown. Older versions of them, perhaps ten years down the line, happy and still madly in love. In the scene, Sebastian had mentioned "the girls" being home with her mum - daughters? And she was in her bookstore - the one she dreams of owning. She clearly was pregnant with multiples. Sebastian had caressed her belly with such tenderness.

Kate sighs and then murmurs, "It... it was lovely at first, though, wasn't it?"

"It was the most wonderful thing I've ever seen," Sebastian whispers back shakily, a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek. "That's... that's what I want. That's what I want, more than anything." His voice comes back a bit stronger. "More than anything, I want children with you. A family." His eyes are filled with a sense of determination. "Kate, I don't just want a life with you. I need a life with you. A future."

Kate sniffles as Sebastian raises a hand to her hair, brushing a strand that escaped her braid behind her ear. She attempts to hold back the sea of tears threatening to escape. Now that she knows that her boyfriend is safe, she can process everything herself as well. These aren't just tears of worry anymore; now that they are speaking of the vision, the good part of the vision, she can't help but tear up, thinking about how badly she wanted it to be the future. And to hear Sebastian echoing her desires, it makes it all the more emotional. 

"Sebastian..." she whispers.

Her chestnut-haired boyfriend pulls her into a gentle hug. "Come here, my love," he murmurs. "I need to hold you as closely as I can right now."

As Sebastian pulls Kate into his arms, she feels the ever-present warmth of his body. It seems as though his strength has returned. He gently rubs his hand on the small of her back as he pulls her close to his chest, her face buried in his neck.

Kate reaches up to caress his cheek and gaze into his eyes. "Sebastian... that vision... I've never wanted something so badly in my entire life. It felt like all of my dreams had come true," she explains, her voice a little shaky.

Sebastian looks down at her affectionately, his breath a little ragged as they remain connected. "Mine, too," he affirms. "I very much enjoyed seeing it, but I had a feeling that it was all fake. It felt like Azkaban in the cave, as if someone was trying to give me hope so that it could be ripped away." He sighs and closes his eyes. 

"It makes sense that you felt like you were back in prison. After all, it was clearly an elaborate trap of the Dementors residing there. And what do Dementors do? Feed off of people’s souls and take away their joy. They presented us with such extreme hope so they would have more to consume." Kate pauses, hesitating. “I’m… sure you have some experience with Dementors from Azkaban…”

He is starting to feel more tired, perhaps from the exhaustion of the ordeal and all of the emotional processing. “Kate, I know I should sleep again, after all of this, but would it be wrong of me to say... I’m a little afraid to sleep just yet? Seeing Dementors again was… difficult for me."

"No," she replies softly. "I understand. It's alright to feel that way. You don't always have to be so brave, Sebastian." Kate then gives him a little smile, changing the subject to something more bright. "Sweetheart, I want to believe in what we were shown initially. I know it was part of a trick, but a vision like that can come true. We can make it come true." She threads her fingers into his.

"But what if it doesn't?" he asks quietly. "What if this is just... just another cruel game the universe is playing with me? I'm so tired of my hope being ripped away from me. I just want... I just finally want..." He trails off again.

Kate’s eyes become watery as she attempts to put herself in his shoes. Of course he is filled with anxiety. "Sebastian, you've been through so much. I… I can't even imagine." She tries to make eye contact to show him how serious she is. "But now it's time for you to have a win. And I promise you - I'll fight for you with every ounce of my soul. I won't let you fall. I am here for you - every part of you - good or bad. And I will not go away, as long as you are honest and true. Through thick and thin, I’ll be by your side. I love you. You're the moon to my sun. The world just doesn't make sense without us together."

Sebastian's eyes well up with tears as her beautiful and heartfelt words fill the air. He looks down at her affectionately, his gaze full of love and admiration for her and her strength. "I love you so much, Kate," he tells her in return. "More than you'll ever know. And I want to be everything you want me to be. But I'm … I’m haunted by fear. I'm afraid of disappointing you and being left alone. Of letting everyone down. Of being... a-a failure."

"No," she tells him. "No, you won't fail. I won't allow you to."

Kate props herself up on her elbow to look at him seriously. "We can achieve anything together. Anything, Sebastian. And you already are everything I want you to be. You're kind, brave, romantic, intelligent, witty, funny... and the most dedicated and determined man I have ever met." She hesitates a little to say more but decides that, after seeing this vision, there is nothing wrong with speaking of a family, even this early on. "If... if this future we saw is real, our- our children will have a wise father. The strongest man I know. Someone who has experienced the darkest times imaginable and yet still has hope, despite it all. You will not be a failure, Sebastian Sallow. There is no future in which you shall fail."

Her boyfriend is speechless, his eyes filled with tears once more. It's been a long time since anyone truly saw him and embraced him with love and pure adoration. He is moved by her words. It takes him a few moments to respond. 

"Your conviction makes me feel... safe." He exhales deeply but keeps his eyes firmly locked on hers. "I've spent so many nights alone, afraid, and hurting, without any kindness or warmth from another human being. But your words... you help me heal,” he confesses. 

"I will always be here for you, my love," she soothingly murmurs. "I mean it." She leans down to kiss him. "You have made me so happy, Seb. I wish I could make you feel half as happy as I do. I feel... complete with you. Before, I always felt like part of me was just... missing. But not anymore. Everything is falling into place now. I'm not lonely anymore. I'm loved, and I'm safe with you." She pauses, psyching herself up to say what she feels. "I belong to you, Sebastian."

His eyes go wide at her passionate declaration. "I- I belong to you as well, my love. You are my world; you make me feel complete. No matter what happens in this life, I will always love you and remain by your side. I will give you everything. I am yours." He studies her face. "Kate... I have to ask. I have to ask one thing."

"Anything, Sebastian. You can ask me anything."

"Do- do you really mean it when you say you love me? Despite everything you know, about me... about my past... Do you really mean it? I'm... so afraid that somehow I will scare you away. There are still things you don't know about my past that I need to tell you, but I’m so afraid it will ruin everything we have." His hand is trembling. “I’m not exaggerating in the slightest.”

Kate takes his hand firmly in hers. "I know I don't know it all. But I know who you are today. I love the man you are today. And you are who you are because of your past. I wish you would let me in, Sebastian. I won't abandon you." She debates whether to ask about what they saw. "In the vision, that man said... He said he was familiar with your screams, that he wanted his best fighter back... What did that mean?"

Sebastian's breath hitches as Kate mentions the man's words. For the first time in a while, he looks away, ashamed and afraid to face this. When he finally chooses to speak, his voice is barely audible at first. It’s hard to say, and it all comes out slowly. "They... The guards, I mean… used to make me fight... in Azkaban. They would force me to... battle… other prisoners. They called it their 'entertainment.' They would place bets and force us to fight to the death." He swallows thickly. "It was life or death - kill or be killed. We were given no choice. If prisoners refused, they would give some kind of push - to force us to engage.” 

There is a long moment of silence. “My first time in the ring, I was still just a kid. I didn’t understand what was happening or even where I was within the prison. When what was expected became clear, I wouldn’t fight. My first opponent was a shell of a man who had just received the Dementor’s Kiss. He was never going to fight back; he had lost his soul. He was just a body; no emotions or memories remained. Even if he had been all there, I would have refused. So, that guard - the one we saw in the vision - cast Imperio on me. He made me into some kind of killer puppet. When I came out of the spell, that man was dead, his body broken and battered, lying in a pool of blood. I could hear that guard laughing and galleons being exchanged. I couldn’t get the bloodstains off of my hands. I scratched my hands so much in an attempt to get the blood off that I ended up drawing my own. I threw up over and over again that night." 

Kate's hand flies to her mouth in horror.

Staring into the distance, Sebastian adds, "In general, if a prisoner won his fight in the ring, the reward was living another day. But they wanted to break prisoners' sanity. When you won, you were still tortured. The guards were bored, otherwise."He swallows hard again, taking another deep breath to collect himself before going on. "Since I’m still here with you today, alive, you must know - I was tortured. Brutally. For hours, s-sometimes l-longer." His voice cracks slightly. 

She gasps, finally realizing it after a moment of silence. "The scars. That's where your scars come from." 

Sebastian cringes, holding his knees to his chest, trembling. There’s no way she will want to stay. I’m a killer. A killer. I’m a horrible person. I’ll never be fixed. Kate shouldn’t stay. Why be with someone like me? She could have any other man.

But to Sebastian's surprise, Kate throws her arms around him and sobs. He is confused by her sudden reaction, stunned for a moment.

But then his senses come back at the realization of her response. Despite his fears, despite everything he's told her, her reaction is love. Pure, unfiltered, unhindered love.

In relief, Sebastian slowly lets go of his knees and pulls Kate into a tight embrace, allowing himself to sink into her warmth for a moment to absorb her love and comfort. He buries his face into her shoulder, his breath coming out in gulps. And he finally breaks down, crying into her arms.

“Oh, Sebastian,” Kate murmurs as she cries. “My poor Sebastian…” Her chest heaves as she considers all that he went through. “How, in Merlin’s name, did you survive years of that? Gods. Gods. Sweetheart…” Though he isn’t giving a lot of specific details at the moment, her vivid imagination is filling in the blanks. “Sebastian, you really are the strongest man I know.” She holds him even tighter, feeling his tears melt into the soft fabric of her dress.

"I- I... I'm not," he stammers out between his sobs. "I'm... I wasn't... I just fought. I- I just... it was my only... my only way to live. I..." Sebastian breaks down and clutches her tighter, feeling embarrassed to be seen in such a state of vulnerability. "It... the... I'm just... I'm just... I- I didn't w- want to... to..." The words catch in his throat as he continues to cry.

"Oh, sweetheart... sweetheart..." She pulls him closer. "I know. I know you didn't do any of that willingly. I know. You had no choice." A tear rolls down her own cheek. "What matters is that you survived. You're going to be free, Sebastian. You made it out of that hell." She gazes upon him through watery eyes. "And if I can be honest, I think... I think... you survived to make it to me. You survived s-so we could meet."

Sebastian feels the weight of his sins begin to lift from his shoulders, his spirit slightly less crushed by them as she comforts him. "But..." he mutters through breathless sniffles as his tears continue. "You still know so little... I... I still feel haunted. There's so much I've never told anyone. I- I don't know if you'd still love me if you knew everything... every detail of my suffering… every detail of my sins..."

"I love every part of you, Sebastian Sallow," she whispers, kissing the top of his head. "Good and bad. The past and the present and the future." Kate wipes some of her tears away. "Whatever happened in Azkaban... still resulted in us finding each other." She sniffles. "You have a whole lifetime to tell me everything. We will process it together. I will go with you to St. Mungo's. We'll find a mind-healer to help you." She closes her eyes tightly in an attempt to stop crying. "It's going to be okay, Sebastian. You're safe now."

Sebastian closes his eyes as she begins to stroke his hair gently. Eventually, the intensity of his distress lessens to a point in which he softly weeps into her shoulder.

"And if..." he begins timidly as he stares down at the ground. "If I... If I can't be helped? What if my mind is too broken?"

"No," Kate murmurs soothingly, rubbing his back. "No. That isn't true. You're strong and more than capable of healing." She pauses. "I'll find the best mind-healer for you. The best. Only the best for my Sebastian."

"But what if... what if- what if…?" He hesitates again, struggling to bring himself to express this fear. His biggest, most profound, most primal fear. The fear of abandonment. The fear of his worst nightmares coming true and losing the one person who has given him hope for the first time in his life.

As if reading his mind, she stops him by putting her finger to his lips. "I won't leave you. We were meant to meet, Sebastian. We are meant to be together. Soulmates... don't abandon each other, don't abandon hope for each other." For the first time, she has said it aloud. Soulmates. The truth she feels so deeply in her bones: Sebastian is her destiny.

Something finally cracks within him as he hears her say the word. As if by instinct, Sebastian brings her hand to his lips and kisses her finger. "You're right," he replies. "We're meant to be together. I believe it with every fiber of my being. If anyone can help me heal, it’s you. I know you can help me. I trust you."

Kate places her hands gently on his cheeks, brushing away his tears with her thumbs. "Yes. Trust me." She smiles. "Believe in us." She kisses the tear stains on his face. "I love you, Sebastian."

Despite everything, despite the horrors and traumas of his past, his soul finds solace and relief in her words. His own feelings overwhelm him as his chest tightens and his breath quickens. His mind becomes jumbled, and he can barely find his thoughts.

But at the moment, it doesn’t matter.

"I love you" comes out of his mouth unprompted as the words pour out like a dam that was about to break. 

"Kate, my life is yours... My heart is yours."

"I love you," she tells him again, emphasizing her sincerity, this time leaning in to press her lips to his. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you." And again. "I love you."

Sebastian kisses her repeatedly, his lips hungry yet tender. His tongue traces hers as he pulls her even closer, pressing their bodies together like they were inseparable. His hands roam her frame, wanting nothing more than to worship every part of her.

"More..." he mumbles. "More. Give me more, my love."

"I belong to you," she breathes out between their passionate kisses. "You have all of me, Sebastian... Forever... I'll give you all of me. My body and soul. I'm yours... Yours." Her hands travel up and down his back sensually. "Gods, Sebastian... I love you..."

"Yes," he gasps as her hands explore his body in tandem, her touch hot and arousing. "Don't ever stop," he mutters between heated, forceful kisses. "Don't stop... don't... stop. I love... love you. Loving you... oh..."

Kate's hands slip under his shirt, easily pulling it off. Their lips instantly return to each other, as though magnetized. She reaches behind her to untie the ribbon cinching her dress. As she straddles him, she takes it off, baring herself to him completely. "Bash... I need you, Bash... You have no idea... None..."

Sebastian goes practically feral at the sight of her, at the feel of his hands on her naked skin. He can't stop kissing her, can't stop his hands from caressing her body... 

"Gods... Kate..." 

He places his hands on her hips and pulls her down selfishly, unwilling to wait a moment longer. Nothing existed for him except to explore her, to discover every inch of her skin. Soft, soft, so feminine and soft…

Kate exhales sharply as her core brushes against his stiff manhood, trapped in his shorts. Needing friction, she grinds against him, groaning. She lifts herself up momentarily for him to remove the last piece of clothing separating their bodies. No more barriers. Just love. Pure, real, true love.

"Sebastian... I... Oh, love..." she moans.

Sebastian watches with ravenous eyes as she grinds against him, his own body already filled with desperate need at the sensation. His lips crash into hers again, hard and intense, as his hand quickly reaches her sensitive bud. Desperate to hear her scream, nothing else is in his mind but pleasing her. She is dripping wet already. 

Kate exhales, her face flushed. She brings her lips to his neck, where she kisses and sucks and bites and licks. 

"I want you to feel good," she chokes out. "So good..."

"So do I," he breathes out through a groan as he works to push her over the edge. His fingers continue to tease, to massage, to please. All the while, compliments fall from his lips. "Gods... you-you're perfect… you feel s-so good… oh, fuck, you’re doing so well… I c-can’t wait to take you…" 

Kate's back arches forward in desperation, pushing her breasts against his chest. Her body bobs up and down on his hand at her center. She moans loudly as it all becomes too much, her vision turning white as she reaches the peak of ecstasy just from his fingers. He lets out a groan of satisfaction and leans his head back, but he isn't done yet. His heartbeat quickening, he grabs hold of her hips again and lifts her up so they can be at the same level. There will be no more teasing; he needs to take her right now.

"Please," he utters, and Kate nods, panting, her face flushed.

She takes him in hand, stroking his hard cock. At the tip, she feels warmth bubbling up. Lowering her body, she guides him inside slowly, sighing moments later as he fills her completely. Her eyes open, meeting his hungry stare.

Sebastian feels like he's on fire from the inside... a blaze that's consuming him with pure ecstasy. The pleasure feels overwhelming - in the best way possible.

"Gods..." he mumbles between panting breaths. "Gods..."

It's as though the two are joining for the first time. They look upon each other lovingly, truly seeing each other honestly and in complete acceptance after all they have learned and experienced in just one day.

As his touch runs over her breasts, Kate begins to roll her hips, slowly at first, but soon, it all feels out of control. Sebastian joins in, fast and unrelenting, spearing her over and over. She cries out, throwing her head back at the wild euphoria running through her. Wet noises fill the air as he plunges in and out, deeper and deeper.

Sebastian's breath becomes even quicker, more frantic and urgent, his body exceeding her pace. His entire attention is on her; his love, his desire, his obsession... he is obsessed with her, wants nothing more than her, needs nothing more than her. This is more love than he's ever felt... more than he's ever dreamed possible... and all of it is flooding him and washing away his fears.

Kate screams out his name as the pleasure finally overtakes her. Her walls close around him as fireworks burst behind her eyelids. She doesn't stop moving; Sebastian's hands are clamped around her hips and he forces her up and down, up and down, over and over, until finally he gives in as well.

Sebastian's body tenses, his back arching, his breath catching in his throat. This is it... this is the culmination of all the rising passion.

"Gods! Oh Gods..." he moans through gritted teeth, her name falling from his lips. His hands continue to grip her hips as he is thrown over the edge. He lets out something like a growl as his release sends him down a path of absolute ecstasy.

A familiar warmth fills Kate's core as he explodes deep inside of her. She rides him slowly until he has completely finished. Then and only then does she cease her movements, sitting atop him. Her fingertips run over his torso and chest as she attempts to regain her breath. A bead of sweat tumbles from her forehead as she looks down upon him, smiling in utter satisfaction.

Sebastian lays with his head back, breathing heavily, sweat rolling down his temple. His hands glide up and down her body, savoring, groping, caressing. He feels utterly intoxicated... and obsessed. He is obsessed with his girlfriend and how she makes him feel - as though his entire existence has been altered forever.

"Gods... that..." he mumbles between breaths, "That is what love feels like." He tries to stop panting and sits up with her still on top of him. "I love you, goddess."

Kate kisses him deeply. "I love you. You are everything to me. I hope you know that now." She slowly lifts herself up, exhaling as he leaves her body. She lays down beside him, laying kisses all over his shoulder and bicep.

Sebastian’s body still feels warm and tingly. He had never experienced such a feeling before, a feeling of such complete connection and adoration. When she lays down beside him, he wraps his arms around her, pressing her to him.

"I have never felt so close to someone before... I have never felt so loved... you are perfect, more than perfect... I..." He knows he is rambling but doesn't care. "Gods, I never want to leave this bed for the rest of my life... and... You’re right, my Kate. No matter how hard, life is worth living. It is, and it's all because of you... I love you completely."

Kate leans forward, kissing his lips and lingering. "Yes, it is worth it, my moon. Anytime you need to be reminded, I will be by your side. I love you, Sebastian Sallow."

"I will need a reminder constantly," he informs her, his lips moving to one of her cheeks to gently kiss her there. "I am yours. I want you to never, ever forget how much I am yours and how much you are mine." He kisses her lips again, longer and more passionately than before. "Gods, I could die happy knowing a day like this is the last one I ever experience, because I loved you so completely." He smiles down upon her. "My magnificent, incredible, wonderful goddess. Kate Mayflower. My reason for living."

Kate blushes at his compliments. "We have so much to live for. Imagine it all." She smiles brightly. "Let's make that vision come true, Bash."

Sebastian nods, his fingers tracing her lips. "I want to marry you," he says suddenly, his words serious and full of commitment. "I know we haven't even been officially engaged yet, but I am so absolutely sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you that I don't want to even wait."

Completely caught up in the moment, his words take her breath away. "I want to marry you, too." 

Sebastion kisses her in excitement, and then it is that her mind begins spinning. Did she just... agree to...? "But, Seb... We..." she speaks up, not sure how to voice her concern now that he’s so ecstatic.

The excitement is quickly dampened when he realizes she has reservations. He pulls back from her, and the silence stretches out for a few moments.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he says quietly. "I will listen. I swear."

Kate is careful with her words. She takes his hands, sitting up and encouraging him to do the same. "I love you with all my heart. I am going to marry you. There is no one else for me but you." She pauses. "But we don’t need to rush into marriage. There's no reason for that if we promise now that we'll love each other forever. That... that wasn't an actual proposal, right?" She sounds incredibly nervous.

Sebastian looks at her, his expression pained and guilty. "I... I meant it to be a proposal, Kate," he explains. "I got too carried away, too excited, too... too in love with you and desperate to make you mine." He looks down at their entwined hands. "I got ahead of myself, but I want you to know… I am serious. I am more serious about you than I have been about anything or anyone in a very long time. And if you will have me... I want to marry you."

Kate's eyes close in discomfort. "I am serious, too. I want to marry you, Sebastian - I do. I love you." After a silent moment, she cringes. "But not like this. I don't want to be... naked when you propose. I want it to be planned and thought out... not just some rash declaration after making love." She is afraid to look at him. "I want there to be a ring. And most important... you haven't even met my family." She finally dares to study his face, which is crestfallen. "I know I have told you that I don't always listen to my parents, but I respect them and value their opinion. And it would be disrespectful to them to show up at the manor one day, engaged to a stranger." She pauses, and her next words come out quietly. "Please don't be angry with me, Sebastian. Do... Do you understand? Can you understand?"

Her words gradually sink in, her reasoning. Kate is right. It was reckless of him to propose so impulsively just because he suddenly had the urge. She is also right about meeting her parents. He hadn't even considered that yet.

"I understand. And you're right," he murmurs, forcing a smile. "I will do everything the right way. It was so illogical and selfish of me, making that impulsive proposal, when I know how important planning is to you." He pulls her into a hug. "I love you, Kate. I promise, I will make sure that, when the time comes, it will be perfect in every way."

Kate absolutely melts into his embrace, filled with relief. "I'm so glad you understand. I swear, I love you. I am going to marry you, Sebastian. I know it."

Sebastian's expression softens as he listens to her and feels her body finally relax against his. His hand reaches up to her cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

"I know," he responds quietly, kissing her hand. "I know that you love me, and that you're serious. It would never be in your nature to trick me." His hand gently traces her jawline and her neck where her pulse throbs. "I can wait... but I will not stop letting you know exactly how much I want you along the way.”

Kate giggles sweetly. "I see no problem with that."

"Good," Sebastian chuckles back as he kisses her on the lips, long and slow. His other hand travels up her hip, cupping her bottom and pulling her closer to him. He pulls back slowly, grinning into her eyes. "Now that we've talked about all that, there's a couple more things on my mind I'd like to address."

"Oh, and what are those, exactly?" Kate asks playfully as he squeezes her arse.

Sebastian's grasp on her bottom tightens ever so slightly. "Well, the first is the fact that I would very much like to make love to you again..."

Kate smirks, chuckling. “Sebastian Sallow, you’re an insatiable devil.” 

When she eventually nods in agreement, Sebastian commands, "Get on your hands and knees, goddess."

A half hour later, when the two of them fall back into the bed again with their arms around each other, panting and sweaty, Kate recalls their earlier conversation. "You never told me about the other thing on your mind."

Sebastian laughs. "It’s a question. Here it is: Do you want to explore any more caves on this trip?"

Kate shakes her head. "Gods, no!"

"Good answer," he says, putting his arm around her.

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A ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs

A collection of random lines compiled from many visual novel games including Fate/Stay Night, Danganronpa series, Code : Realize , Paranormasight, Somnium Files and many others. Feel free to change the pronouns in order to better suit the parts involved. Warning: some crude language

❝ Out of my way, plankton. ❞

❝ -- I want to punch him/her. ❞

❝ So whose ass do I need to kick!? ❞

❝ B stand for brute force! Ya like? ❞

❝ Shush. The adults are talking now. ❞

❝ I can’t say I need a cat right now. ❞

❝ Well, let’s just say sleep is overrated. ❞

❝ Watching a fire like this is greatly relaxing. ❞

❝ Oh, I’m just through a little… self-loathing. ❞

❝ I don’t think love has anything to do with it… ❞

❝ Tell me, where did your typical rudeness go to? ❞

❝ This is evil. I deserve to be hated and resented. ❞

❝ I’m shocked. Hypotheticals really do happen, huh? ❞

❝ Do you think I even care enough about you to rebel ? ❞

❝ O god of donuts! I’m praying for a wonderful encounter! ❞

❝ I think… I just got persuaded to do this without realizing it… ❞

❝ I’ve grown out of my brooding, pretentious teenager phase. ❞

❝ If you were a fictional character, I bet you’d have a lot of fans. ❞

❝ I’ve been teaching myself, though I’m not very good at it yet. ❞

❝ Loving someone you shouldn’t only brings about misfortune. ❞

❝ Damn. I’m gonna be having nightmares about this for a while. ❞

❝ It’s the lack of something between your ears that’s dangerous. ❞

❝ You’re being really loud… I know you’re doing that on purpose… ❞

❝ It was just his/her pants. Not like his/her socks or something… ❞

❝ Hey, please don’t insult my Sherlock Holmesian detective skills. ❞

❝ You sound pretty scared for something that matters little to you. ❞

❝ My only strong point is that I’m a little more gong-ho than others. ❞

❝ I only hugged you because you were standing right in front of me. ❞

❝ Hey! You weren’t thinking something bad about me just now, were you? ❞

❝ Dah! Come, now, you look like an abandoned puppy with a face like that! ❞

❝ If that was your last resort, I’d say you didn’t think this through very well…❞

❝This is the part where ya fall in love with me and obey my every command! ❞

❝ I know I am not the most intelligent person, but you really are just hopeless. ❞

❝ I’m like a magnet for all things strange. There’s nothing I can do about that. ❞

❝ No-one makes a compliment sound like an insult quite like you, my dear friend. ❞

❝ Just so you know, I’m saying this for your own good: your logic isn’t logical yet. ❞

❝ Fairytales mislead humans into believing they can have things they do not deserve. ❞

❝ As usual, you look like you’re carrying all the misery of the world on your shoulders. ❞

❝ Thing is, I might be a brat, but I’m not a kid. Okay, doesn’t make me an adult, either. ❞

❝ Maybe there’s something hidden under his/her bed. It’s a usual place for hiding things. ❞

❝ Well, I know you are unfortunately lacking in mental faculties, so I’ll fill you in myself.❞

❝ Aaah, he/she was so cute and innocent back then, how did he/she end up such a twisted kid? ❞

❝ Well then, let’s pretend this conversation never happened. For our mutual benefit, for once.❞

❝ A friendly word of warning – someday that attitude is going to come back and bite you. Hard. ❞

❝ Of course that was a joke. Duh! You don’t really think I’m some kind of evil spirit, do you? ❞

❝ I don’t need to go inside a haunted house to feel afraid since I already feel fear in my daily life! ❞

❝ You could have told me you were being attacked by Martians and I still would have believed you. ❞

❝ If you’re going to make another appearance, the least you can do is have some of a…villainous entrance, you know. ❞

❝ I never expected someone as good-looking and cool as you would get embarrassed about liking cute things. ❞

❝ Huh? … Sorry, I don’t remember. I guess it just seemed like something you would say, so I didn’t pay it any attention. ❞

[genderqueer-miharu]

So about this girl we see in The Purge March, i believe she may have been who influeneced Amane to take action against the people from the cult. Since she is dressed like amane, and since this guy who we can presume if her father snitched on her with her mother they are definetely part of the cult, so she must already be familiar with how they work and how they punish others who don't follow the rules. When her father talked with Amane's mother she must have heard about what they were planning to do to amane, when hearing this she ran away to warn Amane because she knew what was coming, which is why the balloon in this scene goes all the way to the side

Because she's still hokding the balloon when escaping to warn her. We also see that the door closes right before the balloon dissapears from the shot so her father and amane's mother probably didn't see she was escaping when they entered the house.

Now talking more about how she could've influenced Amane

As some people have already pointed out, the symbol Amane has on her flag at the end is based on the one the girl had in the balloon, but it's not an exact replica. If the girl really ran to warn amane about what she heard then she must also have her doubts about the cult and not fully believe what they say, maybe she expressed her feelings about how the cult operates and wanted to no longer be part of this, which would explain why amane has her balloon for her logo, because it's what she associates with the girl and her views, which she has implemented into her own.

However, again while her symbol is based on the balloon's design it's not a one to one copy, amane's logo looks like how a bunch of colors would be mixing up in paint, this to me showcases how, while amane may have abandoned the people from her cult and even killed her own mother, she still holds the cults' values and teachings to some regard. Which is pretty obvious with how she acts in Milgram and with the things she's stated, but she also implemented the girls views into her own. She still holds her cult's mentality with her, but she used it against them because from her eyes she IS following these teachings correctly, unlike them. Which is why after she lists all the comandments during the second part of the song she says this

Despite this

The “It can’t be helped”, from the scum that can’t be helped. That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically, GUILTY

The use of the "despite this" line is really telling to me, because despite all these comandments, despite all these lessons, despite all these rules, despite all these promises...

Undercover

The magic is in believing There is no righteousness in broken promises

Magic

This happy pinky promise hurts to break They said it more than enough It’s the sorry spells

The Purge March

If you become a bad girl, monsters will come out This is the magic that stops that from happening

"Ahh! I'm so sorry...! I'm sorry...! I'm sorry for breaking the rules!"

"You scorned me! And you scorned God! You won’t be forgiven! I definitely won’t forgive you!"

The Purge March

I don’t need it any more, if you’re going to break your vow Here and now, it’s my turn to tear you apart So there is no second time, I’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me After you cry, repent, and kneel, it’s now your turn to say that hopeless “I’m sorry” You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please, go ahead and die already Remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of “I’m sorry” that I said to you?

Despite everything none of these rules ever mattered to them, despite Amane saying "i'm sorry" multiple times before they never listened and punished her in the worst ways possible, they never fulfilled the promises they themseleves made and told her to follow, they were a being a bunch of hypocrites, and Amane's had enough of that. The rules may not have mattered to them but they matter to Amane, and she is going follow the rules accordingly, she doesn' need their distorted vision, she is going to fulfill her promises, she is a good girl after

A good girl that keeps a promise is like, mwah!

.

I take an oath! I can only become a better girl!

And she will become someone better than what her cult was.

[jubilee-station]

TW: abandonment, breakdown, self-hatred, possible panic/anxiety attack, self-harm implications. Please remember this is fictional, read with caution if you're triggered by any of these.

Ju has been staring at the table where the envelope was for over 30 minutes now. She finally stood up and went over to it, picking it up and then going to her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed, and opening the envelope. When she began readed the letter, she realized it was wirtten in Spanish, it was definitely Eira's letter, specially with that handwriting.

//writing the letter in english because I don't want to write it two times :3//

'Lee, I'm writing this letter to you to tell you that I'm sorry. I know you must be wondering why I decided to leave in the first place, i didn't want to abandon you, I wanted to protect you. I've done things I'm not exactly. . . proud of, and I know those things would've affected you. But I promise you it was not your fault, you did absolutely nothing wrong, Lee. I just wanted to let you know that I'm doing okay, still pretty cold if you ask me, and I'd like to ask you to please, stop looking for me. Believe me when I say that it will have a negative effect on your life if you ever find me, I'm. . . not the same person you knew four years ago. I'd love to see you again, trust me, but it's better if you stop searching for me. Just remember, I love you, Lee. -Eira'

Ju stared at that letter. She couldn't believe what she just read. Her hands were shaking, she felt so many feelings in the moment she couldn't identify them. Did she felt anger? Did she felt sadness? Did they feel disappointment? Did he feel emotionally numb? They didn't know.

Whatever feeling she felt, it was certaint that those feelings had been bottled up for a long time, and they snapped at it. She threw the letter to the floor, tears falling down her cheeks hesitantly, as they were trying to hold them back.

Eventually she just bursted into crying, you could hear the pain in each sob and cry. Anyone would think they're just overreacting, but they aren't. Like, imagine: spending the past years trying to find your brother who DISAPPEARED, just to be told by him to just give up? Of course Ju's gonna feel this way!

All they ever wanted was to be able to reunite with her brother, with Eira, the only family she had left after they both left the place were they came from.

She was crying loudly, she was probably gonna get complains from the neighboors from making too much noise, but she couldn't care less in this moment. She was feeling suffocated by her own thoughts, it was difficult to breath, they were not in a good mindset, and were not in their five senses.

Everything felt suddenly too much for her to stand, she felt dizzy, she wanted to rip off her skin, bite it out until everything was better. She hasn't had a breakdown like this since Eira left.

She just felt hopeless after readint that letter

But it was not her fault, was it?

She couldn't be mad at him.

Right?

It was her brother after all.

But who knew that her own family could hurt her so much.

[estalutem]

Luna Alessa Mikaelson

Name: Luna Alessa Mikaelson. Age:  18. Species: Heretic Personality: Loyal, once you get on her good side, she’s very loyal to you as a friend. Doing everything for you, protection and would even give her life. Not always being loyal, stubborn girl been that for a long time. Always looking out for herself, instead of others. Unless you are friends with her or family. Family above all right. She’s not an open person, not really opening up to people, who want to get to know her, once she knows that she can trust you, there is a big chance she might tell more about herself and her past. Physical Appearance: Luna is a beautiful young lady, who’s about 5’5” in height. And is a bit thin body, not over-sized either. She has, long brown hair, with hazel eyes. For being centuries old, she looks very young. Luna is an only child, and had been a real daddy’s girl till she was put up for adoption. At times, they say she’s like her uncle Kol, kind of feeling left out of the family. Meaning she can get along pretty good with Kol.

In the present day, Luna is a real girly-girl type of girl. Loves fashion and read all kind of fashion magazines. In the warmer days, she’s mostly wearing short, a top and sneakers, or just flip flops. Lots of times her bikini under it. Other than that, she’s wearing skinny jeans, and shirts also tops. At times dresses. When going out, she’s more with the going out clothes, the clothes, her father most of the time disagree about. 

Luna, never knew the reason why her father gave her away. Wanting to find that out, since the age of five. Being practising magic, all the time, and not the good kind of magic. More dark magic. She was an energetic little girl once knowing she was adopted everything changed, feeling abandoned by her biological family. Figuring out later that her family is the original family, and that her father is Elijah Mikaelson, knowing as the noble one. Knowing who her father was, was one less problem now. Only wanting to know who her mother was, after years of researching, she finally found out that her mother is unknown to her. She wasn’t a good toddler to be honest, the parents that took her in were getting annoyed by it. At the age of eight, they kicked her out of the house, because she set fire to the house. Meaning it was time to live on her own. During the centuries, the time to look for her father. Centuries had past, and also with that time, she met lots of people, like Dahlia, the one who wasn’t pleased to see the eldest of the Mikaelson line, alive. Not only Dahlia, Luna met Katerina Petrova too, being with her for quite some years. During that time, Luna was already a vampire. Not just a normal one. Besides being a vampire, the brunette stayed a witch too. One small problem, she didn’t had control over her magic anymore. One day, Luna gave up the search to her father, knowing it was hopeless to find him, to be reunited with him.. Somewhere in 2009 she saw her father, kept on eye on him from afar , not wanting him to see her. Luna wasn’t ready to face her father yet. Being furious that he moved on with his life, not even considered to look for his daughter. Somewhere in 2014, the time was there, that she got to meet her father, face to face. Elijah couldn’t believe his eyes, that his daughter was still alive. Only it didn’t went well as she planned to be, the brunette yelled at her father, and was furious that he didn’t came look for her.

After a while of explaining everything, Luna understood why her father gave her away to another family. Having an amazing father-daughter bond, that’s unbreakable. Although, she isn’t really of the easiest teenagers in all time. She is the first heretic, the original heretic. Having all the drama in New Orleans was never going to slimmer down in the first place, the hate between the vampires and werewolves. Once she was warmed up to her father and the other way around, Elijah told Luna about her mother. Her mother Alessia a witch who was such a stunning lady. Her mother chose the name Alessa and her father chose the name Luna because she was born during a beautiful full moon. Later on, the girl befriended the witch Davina, also got to babysit on her cousin lots of times, when it was needed. It was one big family again, still the feeling, she didn’t felt right in here. That she wasn’t the missing piece of the puzzle in the family. Feeling a bit left out. Having also a great bond with her uncle Kol and aunt Rebekah. Klaus, she wasn’t really sure about him. And yet she protect her uncle Klaus too.

[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 18 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 19

Summary : A month passed but you are stuck in the same place he left you. Bluey Loki deal with Priscilla's negativity and finds out a truth.

Trigger Warning : Dub con, coercion, emotional abuse, feeling of hopelessness, indirect mention of suicide.

You heard the knock on the door and ignored it. But they didn't stop knocking so you groaned, got up from the bed but you felt dizzy so you sat back down again and waited for it to pass. Ever since Rogers shot you, you felt extremely anxious everytime you heard a knock on the door, especially now when you had to live alone again. You heard the knocks again so you dragged your feet towards the door. It was Phil, Bruce, and Natasha.

"Is this ..an intervention or something?" You asked them as you turned around and sat down on the couch. 

"You have to get out of here okay? It's been a month" Phil said to you and your eyes teared up. It has been a month then why haven't you moved forward even a inch from the place he left you?

"Did you eat breakfast this morning?" Bruce asked you and you shook your head. You noticed the takeout boxes in his hands.

"Lunch?" You shook your head again and he looked at Natasha 

"I'll serve the dinner and she's going to eat" she looked at you and you crossed your arms.

Phil noticed the mess you have made in the apartment, you haven't cleaned the house since a month, so much for being a cleaning lady. 

Phil was about to pick up the books from the floor right next to the freezer but you stopped him, you didn't want anyone to disturb the prints he left behind.

"Don't touch it, okay? Please just don't touch anything" he stopped as he heard your frantic desperate voice. 

"Y/n this is not healthy" Bruce said to you as he sighed.

"You think I don't know that? What do you guys want me to do?" You stood up in the middle of the apartment as you looked at all of them one by one. You have been abandoned before but you moved on pretty quickly, in fact Natasha was so surprised when you didn't even cry for two days in a row after Clint left you for someone else. But then he wasn't your person and you knew that really well.

"Well take a shower first of all, you stink, when was the last time you did that?" Natasha said to you and you huffed again

"I did it yesterday" you looked at her and she raised her brows so you spoke again.

"Fine...Two days ago, three.. five" she sighed and you complied to her request soon after. You did stink.

But being in that bathroom inside that bathtub and not seeing him on the other side of the edge only made you cry again. So that's exactly what you did. That's all you have been doing in the past month, one would think that tears would stop coming eventually but they didn't. That's why you just wanted to sleep all the time because that's when you saw him, when you got to hold him , touch him, kiss him and that's when you were able to feel him around you.

You can't lose that too like you lost him. You won't be able to survive, you feared that someday he'd stop appearing in your dreams and you dreaded to see that day.

Loki was getting ready for bed. Priscilla has been trying to initiate intimacy for a week now and he knew he won't be able to avoid her for long. She was his wife, they have done it before but then he didn't know you then. Now every time she touched him it just reminded him of the truth that you were alone there and had no one by your side. No one to keep your bed warm. No one to cuddle you at night and hold you like the way he used to.

Sure you had friends like Phil and Natasha but he knew they would never be able to fill that void in you that he did. As much he hated to think about you with other men he also wished for you to move on and live your life. But he was afraid that's not what you were doing. He could somehow feel your pain, at first he thought it was his own heartbreak but then as the days passed he saw you in his dreams and you cried, you just cried all the time. That broke whatever remaining piece of sanity he had left inside him.

He felt what you felt, he was yours for life now, you both longed for this kind of love and you fulfilled it for each other but he was stuck in a position he couldn't get out of. He couldn't get to you even if he wanted to.

He turned around and that's when he noticed Priscilla standing in front of the bathroom door, wearing the skimpiest little outfit he had ever seen her wearing. You didn't own such clothes and he never cared for it either. He absolutely cherished it when he had your naked body pressed against him, he felt blessed to even hold you like that but there were nights when you in your loosely fit shirt and pajama would warm his heart more than anything else, it made him feel so giddy and comfortable.

He also found it really erotic in nature. There was something about those desperate moments when he'd wake up in the middle of the night feeling so aroused inside the freezer, hard and leaking desperately, so he'd climb out and you often got up as soon as you felt his weight on the bed. He would hold you from behind, pull your pants down just below your thighs and fuck you slowly like that while you'd make the sweetest sounds. Never even bothered to take your shirt off, he'd just slip his hand inside and caress your mounds.. just like that. It was needy and he felt so frenzied being able to do that to you.

"So what do you think? I got it last week from the mall in the city" he snapped out of his filthy thoughts and smiled as she said that, she was beautiful he could never deny that. 

"You are beautiful, you always are dear" she walked towards him like a lion preying on it's next meal and wrapped her arms around him, she was tall, she didn't have to get on her toes to kiss him. But he absolutely adored it whenever you did that. He loved holding your waist and having you gasp in his mouth as he'd pick you off the floor.

"That's not the word I wanted to hear..just beautiful?" she made him sit down on the edge of the bed and he looked up, then she got on his lap and kissed him passionately. He froze, he didn't know why but he froze, he felt horrible as if he was betraying his girl, his y/n. He shouldn't feel that way but his feelings were not in his control. They never were when it comes to you.

"Kiss me back Loki..touch me" he heard the desperation in her voice and opened his eyes, she looked so disappointed. 

"I just.. can we not do this tonight?" He asked her and she rolled her eyes in response. She was done with his bullshit.

"You have been saying that for a month, what is it? Is it that city whore you miss?" His jaw clenched as he heard her taking your name with such disrespect

"Do not talk about her like that, ever again, understand?" He has never gotten upset with her like that and her eyes teared up at the harsh tone he used. 

"I am your wife Loki and you can not treat me like this, you hear me, you are supposed to satisfy me in bed, I have needs too and you're my husband. What is it, what did they do to you there? You said you were tortured? Did they assault you, is that why you are feeling shy?" 

"That is not the reason " his eyes teared up as he heard her spitting all that so callously. Fortunately he wasn't sexually assaulted but if he was, is this how she'd react to him? She started kissing his neck and then she looked at him 

"Get rid of those marks? I don't like how they feel, you know that" He did what she said, she never liked those ridges on his skin, always made him get rid of them before they indulged in intercourse. She also didn't like his blue skin and red eyes but that wasn't something he ever wanted to change for anyone, he could, he was capable of doing that but he won't. 

She laid him down on the bed and started kissing him everywhere. He zoned out right then, he closed his eyes and thought about the day you brushed your fingertips over the ridged patterns on his chest and asked him if he was sensitive to the touch. He sure was, he loved being touched like that and Norns he missed you so much. You loved every inch of him and you worshiped him just like he worshiped you. It was mutual, it was the kind of love he never dreamt of finding in reality.

"Lokiii lokii?" He heard her voice and she was glaring at him as his eyes met with her. 

"Look at me, I am so hot and I made all this effort for you and you are thinking about God knows what? What kind of man can't get it up when his beautiful wife is offering herself to him?" 

That was it he had heard enough whining, he flipped her around and in a second she was under him, he wrapped his fist around his cock, thought of your pretty lips instead of his hand and your body underneath him. He didn't need anything else, then he fucked her until she was all exhausted and stopped talking.

"Yesss wow, I should insult you more often in bed" she giggled as he laid down next to her. He didn't even finish inside her, he couldn't. 

"Say whatever you want to say to me, but I won't tolerate you disrespecting y/n like that" he got up and stormed towards the bathroom. He didn't even bother to care for her after the intercourse because he was so hurt and he felt violated, he didn't want the sex that just happened but her words flashed in his head. He was her husband. He just wanted to embrace you tightly, cry in your lap and then love you all day long. He sat down in the empty bathtub and closed his eyes as he turned the tap on to fill it with cold water.

He built this house by himself, built everything in here from scrap and he just wished he could have shown you his craftsmanship when you came here. He wished he had more time with you, a lifetime. Laying his head down on the edge he closed his eyes, he finally allowed the tears to slip down as he thought about you. 

"You need to find a job" Natasha said to you as she caressed your head, she decided to stay the night after the dinner, she has been doing it every weekend since you all came back.

"I talked to my manager, they need another janitor at the store I am working at" 

"Okay" you mumbled meekly and she sighed

"Monday, come with me on Monday, you need to distract yourself y/n, he's not coming back, he has a kid" you nodded as your eyes welled up again. 

You just missed him every second, no amount of distraction would change the truth. You felt dead inside, so empty. When you didn't have him, you had a hope at least that someday you'll find that one person you craved the most, now that hope is gone along with him. You can never imagine yourself to be with any other man, how could you love someone else when Bluey had your heart and your soul. You knew that wasn't healthy or sane even but you couldn't change the way you felt. 

"You don't have to babysit me Nat, I'm not..I'm not going to do what you guys are worried about" her eyes teared up and she nodded

"You better not, I can't lose my best friend and I'll never forgive you if you do" you hugged her tightly, even that day when you sped up the car you weren't trying to hurt yourself, you just needed to feel the rush, something to distract your mind and your heart from the excruciating pain. You might not have bluey anymore but you had people who loved you, you had friends who cared about you more than they should.

"I'm sorry I have been a bad friend in the past month, how are you and Bruce?" 

"You are the best friend I could have asked for, and he's so nice. I didn't think men like him did exist in this world" you smiled as she exclaimed, you could see how happy he made her and that brought you some comfort. At least your friends were happy. She slept soon after but you couldn't sleep. You couldn't stop thinking about Bluey. His wife seemed..a little unhinged. You knew she was hurt but the way she behaved wasn't how a woman would behave if her husband was gone for that long. Did she try to look for him? Did she even bother enough? You didn't know but you wanted him to be happy and loved, you hoped she was showering him in all the love that he deserved.

You remembered how clingy he used to be with you and the thought of him doing the same with her hurt you, broke your heart all over again but you wanted him to be happy, you were only hanging by a thread just because of that reason, because you knew that he was back to his home, to his family and he was loved. 

Next morning Loki woke up and Priscilla had the breakfast ready for them.

"I just wanted to say sorry for last night, I was just frustrated, you know even though you were gone, I stayed faithful to you?" She told him as she wrapped her arms around him. So he held her by the waist. She was apologising and he wasn't the type of man to hurt his wife for no reason.

"I had suitors, so many men in the village wanted to get with me but I just wanted my husband back because you are the most important man in my life even if I'm not the most important woman in yours" she whispered in his ears and he sighed. 

He felt guilty as he thought about you, she was his wife and he did sleep with you all this time when she was here alone with their child, but he didn't know, nor did you.

"I'm sorry about everything that happened between me and y/n, it wasn't intentional, it wasn't done just to hurt you, if I had my memories I'd get back here sooner" 

Her eyes got teary so he kissed the top of her head.

"I know it's just, I just think about you with her and it makes me so sad. When you were in the hospital and I confronted her, She told me that it was you who forced her to have sex, she said she was scared that you'd hurt her if she won't. And I knew she was lying because if there's one thing I know about my Loki is that he'd never ever do that to a woman" she smiled as she caressed his cheeks.

"She said that to you?" He asked her and she nodded

It was in that moment that he knew that she was lying. His y/n would never talk about him like that. He knows you, he knew that your kind heart was filled with pure love for him and your friends, he knew you well enough but he didn't know his wife it seems. It was only then he was able to see the truth that Priscilla was lying to him and manipulating him. He didn't know why but he had a bad feeling about it. 

Was it just her jealousy making her this way or something else? He didn't understand. But he had to find out so the next day when she made her way out of the city to go to the grocery store, he changed his appearance, made himself look like a human and followed her.

He was shocked when he found her laughing and giggling with a man inside a cafe. 

And then she kissed him. 

💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙

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[primofate]

Breaking up Part 2 Albedo x gn!reader

Sorry it took so long! Haha. Yeah tumblr effed over for me. But here it is! :D

Scenario: Breaking up and getting back together again

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst? NOT PROOFREAD

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read:  (Part 1) (Part 3 - Final)

“Sucrose... Do you know where Y/N went?”

5 days 3 hours and 12 minutes. He’d been counting. He’d been counting since you left. It was only today that he had the courage to ask Sucrose about it. 

Sucrose jumps at the sudden call of her name. 

Albedo had not been the same. The frequent mistakes in the lab proved it. The constant slips of the hand and test tubes shattering on the floor told Sucrose that perhaps that was how his heart looked like too.

“...No, I don’t,” Sucrose simply says, then lets the silence of the lab fill the air. Only the bubbles from their experiments hanging. It was still for a moment, Sucrose going back to her calculations and research. Albedo sat in front of his alchemy set, blankly staring at it.

He doesn’t even understand what being “tired” feels like anymore. He hasn’t had a decent sleep. Every small movement in the house, every whisper of the wind he would bolt up in bed, thinking it was you coming in from the front door. Sometimes he would hear someone shuffling, he would stop and listen for you, but then realizes that the sound was the sound of his legs under the covers, trying to keep warm without you around. 

Sucrose glances up at her mentor. He’s buried his face in his hands, his hair in slight disarray. She knew what was going to happen next. He was going to stand up and just walk away from the lab, and Sucrose was not going to see him until tomorrow again. 

Tomorrow, the cycle would repeat. 

Albedo couldn’t function. It was pathetic. He really thought that he must be such a sight right now, eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair down and clothes a little unruly. He ran away from the lab again. He abandoned his “important” experiment and went back home, retreating in his room, falling on his knees and slumping on the bed in front of him.

He buried his face into his arms and tried to piece his heart back together.

“Albedo, will you ever get tired of me?”

There was a soft hint of a frown on your face. Silly you, Albedo thought. Always worried about being apart from him. He only smiles and cups your chin in his hand, leans in close to press his forehead against yours to whisper, “Never,” 

His fists clutch at the bedsheets, the fabric scrunching up under his hands. Every.damn.time. he tried to take a break, he would be reminded of you. Every thing reminded him of you. Breathing reminded him of you. It was as if you were right beside him and yet you weren’t. 

It was him. He was supposed to be the one asking “Y/N, will you ever get tired of me?” He was supposed to be the one worried. But he hadn’t been because he had taken you for granted. He thought that you’d always just be there, waiting for him patiently as you always had but now that he was alone, he realized just how lonely this silence could be.

“You must have been lonely...waiting here for me in this silence...”

His voice was muffled by the sheets, and he didn’t know who he was talking to. He did that a lot these days. Saying things that he wished you could still hear. 

The next day, just as Sucrose predicted. It was the same. Halfway through his experiment Albedo stopped, and stared at nothing in particular. She wondered if, whenever he did that, he remembered the things he said to you that day. 

But, just as Sucrose thinks today would end up the same...

it didn’t.

“Big brother Albedo!” Klee stormed into the lab, the door slamming open really loud. “Oh...I’m sorry, I didn’t check the sign... I...” Klee stepped out to look at the door sign and found “KEEP OUT” still there. “Oh no...! I did a mistake! Sorry big brother,” the little girl fumbled with her fingers and swung from side to side to show her apology. 

A hint of a smile appears on Albedo’s face and Sucrose was thunderstruck. There had been no expression on the Kreideprinz’s face for the longest time that the smile had felt so foreign. “It’s alright, Klee. Do you need help with something?” and his voice wasn’t hoarse. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it would be Klee.

He was done prioritizing his research over the people that really mattered. 

“Look what I got! I’ve never seen such a pretty flower in Mondstadt before,” Klee showed off the blue flower to Albedo, eyes shining and wide. Albedo touched the petals as Klee held it up for him. “Ah, yes, Glaze Lilies. You can only find them in Liyue, Klee,” Albedo explains. Klee bounces excitedly.

“Ohhhh! That’s amazing! Y/N must have travelled there recently!” 

The silence in the lab was deafening. Albedo’s hand drops from the flower as he looks at Klee, confused. Sucrose had stopped what she was doing, wide-eyed, staring at the young bomber. “...What do you mean, Klee?” Albedo whispered out. 

Hearing your name said by someone else made it all the more real that you weren’t here with him anymore. 

“Oh! See, Klee was in Windrise and... I was looking at the fishes...” Klee gasped a little, “Please don’t tell Master Jean!” she whispered pointedly but continued. “I saw Y/N there, and Y/N gave me a really big hug and gave me this Guh lays Lily,” the young girl got the name wrong, but Albedo hadn’t been listening anymore. He stood up and crouched down to eye level with Klee, hands on her shoulders.  “W-When, Klee?” he clears his throat and tries again, “When did this happen?” Sucrose had also been listening and watching in bated breath.  Klee gave one of her biggest, most innocent smiles, not knowing how crucial this information had been to Albedo. “Just now! I just came back from Windrise!” 

Albedo didn’t feel the slightest sorry that he bolted out of the lab without explaining to Klee. She would understand and Surcrose was there. He sprinted towards the gates of Mondstadt like his life depended on it. In some senses, it really did.

I can make it.

He was panting hard. His footsteps thundering in his ears. His breath coming in quick ins and outs. His heart is about to fly off its cage.

I can make it. It’s just outside of Mondstadt. 

Wind rushes past him, the pigeons on the bridge outside of Mondstadt, disturbed, flying away in a frenzy. Timmie shouting after him. 

Please be there. Please.

It takes him longer than he wanted. He wanted to be faster, wanted to be there already but he was still running. Still chasing after that hope. The adrenaline he feels pumps in his veins and yet he is so out of breath that he needs to stop. His hands resting on his knees as he closes his eyes and tries to get his breathing even. 

I have to keep going.

His legs were killing him. They were strained by the sudden rush of exercise and yet he still drags both towards Windrise. He could see the large tree at the horizon, but he was too far away to see if you were there. He continues to pant, steadying his breath, preparing for another burst of energy to run towards where he so desperately hoped you were.  What if you weren’t there anymore?

What if he was too late?

What if he never saw you again?

“What if it doesn’t work...?” Albedo asks, pondering over the research and discussing it with you over dinner. He loved to talk about his experiments with you because you gave valuable insights on it, and really listened to him. You smile and give him the confidence that he needs, “Then you can try again, Bedo. You always find a way!”

He’s still panting by the time he reaches the steps leading up to the large tree. His eyes dart around. He circles around in place, wondering if you were around the area. He continues forward, stepping up to the big roots and yet again looked around, trying to spot your familiar tuft of hair/colour. 

At the corner of his eye he spots something, behind the big tree. A Crystalfly. It was flying away and his eyes automatically follow it. There was a hand trying to reach out for it, but it barely grazed the Crystalfly’s wings. You stepped out from behind the tree, a little annoyed that you couldn’t catch the Crystalfly. 

Albedo feels like he’s frozen in time. He stands there and watches the wind caress your hair. Watches as you tuck your hair back behind your ear. Watches as you turn around and start walking away. He snaps back to reality and moves forward, roots and sticks cracking under his feet as he struggles through the root laden path just to get near you. 

You, hearing the disturbance from behind, turn around and was met face to face with the lover you left a few days ago. Something shatters inside you. You weren’t ready for this. You were far from ready to see him again. Why was he out here in the middle of the day? You stood still just as he did in front of you. 

You notice how his hair is sticking to his face with sweat. The fast rise and fall of his chest. The pained look in his eyes. The closed up fists on his side. “Y/N--” his voice cracks and tears start to pool in your eyes. 

You aren’t strong enough for this and you start to turn away.

Albedo rushes forward to trap you in a hug. His arms so desperately wrapped around you as his head rests on your shoulder. “Don’t,” he pleads. “Please don’t go. Come back with me, please,” there’s a different type of hopelessness in his voice. A moment later tears are streaming down your face. 

“I-I can’t Albedo. I--” can’t put myself through that again. I can’t and don’t want to be alone at home all the time. 

His body shakes and you realize it’s a sob that wracks his body. Your shoulder is slightly wet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please.” You’ve never seen him cry. Not like this. Not as he clings to you and admits defeat. “I...I couldn’t take care of you--It’s my fault. I know, but--”

“I like Windrise. It’s very relaxing.” You say as the two of you walk around the tree, collecting materials. “Is it?” Albedo responds, stopping momentarily to look up at the tree. “You don’t think so?” you curiously ask your lover. He ponders for a moment before smiling, “I think coming home to you is a lot more relaxing,” at the early stages of your relationship hearing something like that from him would cause you to blush.

You pry his arms away and look up at him. His head is dipped low and you can’t see his face clearly, concealed by his hair. You brush his hair away and lift his head up, and you see how streaks of tears run down his cheeks. You see the sleepless nights in his eyes. The hurt that creases on his forehead. You see what your absence has done to him, and all in one moment, you think that perhaps you were too harsh on him. That you should’ve talked it out instead of leaving so abruptly but you-- “I was hurt...” your lips tremble as you try to explain. 

“I try, really hard, to make things easier for you. To care about you. I have never asked for anything grand.” You’re surprised at how level your voice is, despite feeling like you might break down just as he does. 

“I’m aware,” Albedo wipes at his face, frustrated at himself. His tears have stopped. You were talking. That must be a good sign. “I don’t--Don’t deserve you,” but he steels himself and places his hands on your cheeks. God how long had it been since he touched you like this? and wipes away the tears that were silently falling from your eyes. “But I’ll take care of you. I’ll prove your worth. I... won’t make the same mistake again,” 

And when Albedo said or promised something he was one of the few people that you believed in the most. He was trustworthy all the way, and was true to most of what he said. “You have my word... and if I do make the same error again then... Then you can leave. But right now I--” he moves to rest his forehead against yours, taking in the warmth and love that he had missed. “I’m asking for another chance,” he gulps. “Please,”

You stay quiet for a moment. Assessing the situation. But your eyes close at the closeness the two of you are in right now. There was no doubt that you still loved him. A few days would not change anything. A few days would not ruin the years that you spent together. But you were scared and guarded. You weren’t sure what would happen and if it was worth it. You were scared of being with him and being lonely. “...We... should talk and think a little bit more about this...” you conclude and give your answer, stepping away from him.

Albedo’s face grimaces in distraught, but turns into confusion when you take his hand and tugs on it slightly. “...At home, we can talk about this at home...Is that okay? Let’s go back first,” you would figure it out with him from there.

His head drops and he tries hard not to let tears escape again. He really didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve this kindness but he sure as hell would take it. He would take it and make it right again. He picks his head up and squeezes your hand, voice slightly soft and trembling, and smiles.

“Thank you. That’s perfect,” 

and with his hand tight on yours, because he wasn’t letting you go again, the two of you make your way back.

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkcufkcufckfuckfuckfuckfuc

Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

[malecharactersxmalereader]

Diabolik Lovers x Male reader

(I might do Obey me brothers x Male mc next, cause they're all hot af.)

You're 17, to 18, whichever you prefer in this story.

Your parents were out of the country, but they didn't want to leave you alone at the house. So they sent you to this house, they claimed that they knew the people. You thought to yourself that it was very weird, because you were old enough, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 than old enough to stay home alone, but you just brushed it off. They said before they left that a limo would come by to pick you up. Minutes later you heard a car pulling up in your driveway.

It was the limo, you grabbed your suitcase and rushed out the door. You saw a man dressed in a suit, he stepped out of the car and opened the door for you, you stepped into the limo, he closed the car door and entered back into the car. He drove out of the driveway and started driving away with you in the limo. He drove into the woods on this path which you thought was suspicious but you ignored it. As he drove further you spotted a huge house, it was as big as a mansion.

He then drove towards the mansion, as soon as he reached the mansion he drove into the driveway. You got out of the car and opened your car door. "I'll take that." he said sternly while grabbing your suitcase. He then led you up to the mansion. He stopped in front of the giant doubled door, he then opened the door and let you go in first.

As soon as you passed the door you were welcomed by a cold breeze. You saw a red haired boy laying down on the couch 'sleeping'. Your parents told you that there were other people living there, but he was the only one that you saw. You approached him slowly trying not to awaken him from his slumber. He could here you but he wanted you to come closer, as soon as you got in his reach he grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him.

He opened his eyes, which were green hues. "Why, hello pretty boy.~ What's your name?" He said in a seductive tone, while smirking mischievously. It seemed like he was expecting a guest. "C-could you please let go of him me..?" You stuttered slightly, "Fine." He said as he frowned in disappointment. "My name is Y/n, what's yours?" You said introducing yourself, "My name is Ayato, yours truly!" after Ayato suddenly said that a boy with orange, blondish hair walked into the room, as soon as he saw you, you felt his blue hues gaze upon your body.

"Oh, you must be the guest we were expecting." The boy said as he approached you, "You're quite a handsome boy.." he said sternly. "Back away from my prey.." Ayato said in an intimidating, and possessive tone, "Hmph, whatever, my name is Shu. And I'm guessing your name is Y/n?" You nod nervously. "I'll go warn Reiji that a human will be staying with us." Shu said before walking away, Ayato gave you a smirk. "Lets go somewhere more private so I can have a taste of you.." Ayato said seductively, he then grabbed your wrist pulling you into his room, as soon as he entered he slammed you against the wall.

He then tilts your head up exposing your neck, he chuckles lightly before piercing his fangs through your neck making you shudder slightly. He keeps sucking your blood for what feels like forever, almost making you faint. Right before you were close to fainting he stopped, "Your blood tastes better than that whore Yui..~" He said, you wondered who Yui was, the name sounded like a female's name. "Oh, and don't worry she's nothing but a hopeless blood bag.. Now that we have you we'll just throw her out and abandon her.~" He chuckled softly.

"Now, unless you want me to show your room, or you can sleep with me tonight. And I don't think you would want my brother's feeding off of you after you've already been fed off of, do you?" He said as you shook your head 'no'. "How about in the morning, I'll introduce you to my other brother's, okay?" You nod nervously, "Now come here." He pulled you on top of him letting you rest on top of him. You soon fall asleep feeling safe.

(Morning time~)

You woke up yawning, and stretching. You remembered that Ayato said he would introduce you to his brothers. You realized you didn't have your suitcase with you, so you couldn't change, You just continued wearing the clothes you had on. You walked out of the room trying to find the living room. You end up finally finding the living room, as you saw seven guys, and one girl. "Hm~? Is that the boy you were talking about, Ayato?" a man with ginger hair, with a fedora on said questioning Ayato.

"Yes, and yours truly, me, has already claimed him!" Ayato said, "Would you stop saying 'Yours truly'?? It's really pissing me off!" a man with pinkish white hair said in an angered tone. "No! I'll say whatever i'd like Subaru!" Ayato struck back at 'Subaru', while they were rambling about whatever you felt someones eyes glaring at you, you then noticed it was Yui's eyes, she looked jealous that you were stealing their attention. She got up and stopped right next to your ear whispering 'Gay whore..' she walked down the hallway to her room, you're stunned by her words but just brush it off.

"Fufu~, It's not fair how you claimed doll-kun~!" The man with a fedora said stomping his foot into the ground out of anger. "Why would he want to be claimed by a pervert?" Said Shu who was resting against the couch, it's like they didn't care about Yui because she just left and they didn't even bother asking why. "Tsk, yours truly bit him first, so he's mine!" Ayato said, Shu then adjusted him headphones down to his collarbone "Can you all shut up?! I'm trying to sleep!" He yelled echoing in the mansion.

You shudder as he adjusts his headphones back up to his ears. The others left the room soon after to go somewhere else to ramble about shit, or something. Now it was just you, and Shu. He opened one of his eyes and said "Come here." You walked over to him as he sat up adjusting his headphones back down his collarbone. As soon as you reached him he pulled you onto his lap. You jump slightly, "Now, since Ayato was rambling about that he bit you.. I want to try you out for myself.." He slithered his hands down to you behind,

he then pulled your pants down making you blush immensely in embarrassment, he looks down at your crotch to see that you were aroused by this. "Hah! You got hard just by me groping your ass?" He said making you more embarrassed. "No response..?" He said before forcefully thrusting his middle, and index finger inside your anus, you clung onto him tightly. He then continues to abuse your prostate, he then slid his other hand down to your behind and spanks your ass.

He then pierced his fangs through your neck while fingering you making you moan loudly. "Sh,~ they might hear you.." You then cover up your mouth. Suddenly he teleports into your room and pushes you onto your bed. "Now, I have you all to myself.." he said as he unbuttoned his pants and crawled on top of you. He then flipped you onto your stomach and grabbed a bottle of lube out of his pocket. He then pours some onto his hand and starts circling his finger around you hole.

After finishing he aggressively thrusted inside you making a colossal moan slip out of your mouth. "If you keep moaning loudly I'll thrust faster.." He said while thrusting inside of you hard he then smacks your ass. "If you keep tightening around my cock it'll break." He said making a huffed groan slip out of his throat. "Tsk.." He scoffed before thrusting inside you faster, and harder. You felt like his cock was growing inside you like he was getting aroused by your moaning.

Minutes later of thrusting he shoots his hot sticky cum down inside you making your insides tingle in pleasure. He then gets up leaving you laying in your bed exhausted with his load dripping out of your ass. You get up and walk towards the bathroom, it was hard to walk because of how hard he thrusted.

(I ain't continuing this shit. I started this at 4 pm, and it's 12. I kept running out of ideas.)

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; chan x fem!reader, bonnie&clyde!au, criminal!au, 60′s!au, bank robbery, heavy use of tobacco, explicit language,weaponry, mentions of infidelity, manipulation, mentions of murder, mentions of reader being smaller than chan, mentions of religious beliefs, authorities, american style!au, death, implied su-cide. 

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; SMUT!! sex against a wall (lmao good warning there cherry), dom!chan x sub!fem!reader, angry sex, dry humping, degradation, blowjob, face fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia, choking, possessiveness, implied corruption kink, creampie, unprotected sex (be careful plz), piv, clitorial stimulation, orgasm (m/f), cum. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 5.9 k 

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; this was heavily inspired by both well bonnie and clyde but also “the serpent” because holy fuck i loved that serie so much 

also warning right; this is purely fiction and not meant to romanticise crime and i think it’s pretty obvious that i don’t know shit about how to rob a bank neither do i know anything about weapons,,, so take this with a grain of salt.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18

It was love. Love had led you down this path and shattered the one you cared the most about, the one that held your hand, the one that promised to die for you. Silence filled your mind as you stroked his cold cheek, his eyes closed. 

Your partner in crime.

Bang Chan.

“Tonight, coming up on channel 4, the continuation of the Lagoons.”

You turned the knob on the car radio, the windows on the silver vauxhall viva rolled down, your hair fluttering in the light breeze that accompanied the summer heat. The voice on the radio got distorted as you shifted channels, the antenna on the car barely being able to pick up signal from how far out in the desolate area the two of you were.

“Who the fuck watches the lagoons?” you said, furrowing your eyebrows, searching for some funky tunes as Chan was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh. He laughed, the cigarette smoke whiffing over to you, burning at the tip and hanging out of the corner of his mouth. 

“Where we heading, sweet cakes?” he asked, cocking his eyebrows and checking himself out in the rearview mirror. You scoffed, adjusting the silk scarf around your head and reaching into the glove compartment of the light colored interior of the car, grabbing the half empty cigarette box. 

“Don’t call me that, I’m married” you say, the flicker of the metal zippo echoing, a purple flame igniting and burning the white end of the cigarette in your mouth, the orange part quickly stained by your lipstick. Chan smirked, casting a glance at you as you puffed, putting the lighter on the dashboard and leaning back against the leather seats, exhaling the smoke through the window as you observed the mountains that passed you, sweltering heat making your vision blur.

“And still you fuck me. What’s he good for? Cheating on you? You should just throw that ring away, I’ll buy you a new one”

The ring.

You and your ex-husband never officially divorced. You just packed up your things and left one night when he was out drinking, probably snogging a woman younger his age. The emerald ring that he once put on your finger held no meaning, it was simply for aesthetic now. Memorabilia from when life was worse, reminding you to always strive for something better. It was ironic, the way the sun shined on the emerald green symbolizes wealth and toxic jealousy. You couldn’t help but to feel jealous of the many young women he spent his nights with. You thought you had moved on but maybe you hadn’t since you refused to let go of the ring. Thank god you didn’t have his child or else you’d be tied down for life. You escaped at the right time. 

You didn’t answer Chan, simply staring out at the window. The car zoomed past with speed, there was no time for resting since you two were the infamous criminals that could be captured at any moment, it was still a miracle you were alive and well despite how many times you’ve been in open fire with the authorities. The two of you always managed and had each other in the end and the plethora of guns that were loaded in the trunk could buy you freedom for a little while. A gritty highway that never seemed to end, the tumbleweeds rolling about in the distance, he searched for a place you could rest since dusk would soon arrive. Life as a runaway couple had it’s ups and downs but the worst part of it was not knowing if you would survive another day, cops could just arrest you, rip you from your lover and lock you up like you were once before, writing love letters to Chan on a filthy piece of paper until you were bailed out by none other than your mother that you abandoned for him. They didn’t understand. He might be a criminal, stealing cars with his older brother since he admired his fancy lifestyle with hookers, expensive liquor and gold. He was so close until he stumbled up to you through a mutual friend and fell head over heels, he was too much of a hopeless romantic for him to be able to lead such a lifestyle. 

A big sign was ahead of you, a small red building inching closer to the two of you. Sure, it wasn’t the safest place, anyone could call the authorities on you but luckily telecommunications weren’t that advanced out here, most of the news being the ones you heard from between others lips. You two were simply a married couple whatever new village you infiltrated or at least that’s what people thought, the two of you were simply well-off, being able to afford the most expensive cigars and perfumes. The cigarette had burned down, almost meeting your plush lips that were covered in the latest lipstick. You threw it out the window, Chan had done the same moments prior. 

“What you say, hm? How about here for tonight?” he asked in a low voice, his hair slicked to the side, his jaw clenching as he rested his head on the headrest, looking at you with a quick glance with a smile. He always smiled when he gazed at you, it was almost a reflex. He was too smitten with love. You nodded, grabbing your oval sunglasses from the seat in between you and Chan, putting them on and observing yourself in the exterior mirror. Now you were ready for greetings with strangers, hiding behind your dark tinted shades.

The young man swerves onto the dusty driveway, the dust billowing from behind the car as stones flew everywhere, the car coming to a hasty halt. Your back bounced against the seat, removing your safety belt and opening the car door, stepping out with your shining red heels. The hotel seemed kinda small, perfect place for two sought-after criminals to hide. The building was a cherry red, tacky curtain in mustard yellow covering the chipped white window frames that held up the grimy glass panes. It lied in a remote place, being the only building as far as the eyes could see, beside the hotel there was a kiosk where one could buy the most basic necessities like bread, milk and cigarettes. As you were looking around the place, standing with your feet wide and your hand on your hip, Chan was busy unpacking the car. Not the weapons that were nicely hidden beneath a blanket but your two small briefcases containing nothing more than a couple of expensive clothes, makeup, a small notebook of your poems, a camera and photos of relatives. As you observed the mountainous landscape and dry land where cactuses made their home a small old man hurried out, dressed in a half-dingy suit and vest, the colorful tie being the main focus.

“Welcome welcome!” he says in a scurried voice. “Please, let me!” The old man shuffled over to Chan, grabbing the briefcases out of his grasp to which Chan bowed subtly in thankfulness. You and him followed the man inside through a lime green door and were greeted by the lobby that had a dark oak check-in counter, decorated with small trinkets of older times, a golden clock and small piles of paper. The man put down the bags in front of the desk, you casting a glance at Chan that was looking at the keys and the tags attached on the walls on small hooks.

“How long will you be staying for?” the man asked to which Chan hummed, looking at you before clearing his throat and answering - “Just one night”

“alrighty hmmm,,, then I’m guessing a double bed would suit your fancy? You do make a lovely couple indeed” he said with a smile, showing off his yellow stained teeth, years of coffee and tobacco. You smiled, clenching your jaw in frustration. 

“Thank you, which room exactly?” you said quickly, wanting the old man to hurry his actions. He looked back, exposing his half-balding grey head of hair and stretched for a pair of keys at the top, the keys jingling as he put them on the desk. 

“Room 4, it’s just here by the side. That will be 30 dollars” he said, writing something down on a piece of paper. Chan opened one of the luggages, quickly pulling out the needed amount and tips out from one of many wads of cash that were neatly tucked away between clothes and other products. He put the green bills on the desk to which the old man heightened his eyebrows, the generous tip falling to his liking. 

“Keep the change” Chan said with a smile, picking up the briefcases and heading to the room. You smiled at the old man as well, picking up the keys and turning to head over to your lover. 

You put the keys in the lock of the brittle wooden door, a small golden plate saying ‘4′ with a clear font. As the door opened you were met by a rather rustic room, the walls colored light blue and the bed frame the same wood as the door, murky white duvet covers on the bed. Luckily it was just one night.

Chan started packing up your belongings, mainly picking up a map of the area that he bought at a supermarket hours prior. He unfolded the bunt of paper, laying it flat on a vanity that had a round mirror attached in front. He placed his index finger harshly on a certain point on the map, his fingers clad in all kinds of rings with jewels. 

“Here we are, Johnsons motel, right?” You nodded at his question, him continuing talking in a firm voice. “So if we take this route tomorrow at around 9 am we should be there by 10:50 am which is perfect, we c-” You interrupted him mid sentence.

“Chan, you told me we weren’t gonna do this until next week, we have money!” you yelled, only then remembering that the walls are thin in such a matured building. He sighed, turning to gaze at you with dark eyes. He hated it when you contradicted him, it was almost like he was addicted to making you his slave and sure, he did take care of you whenever you were hurt due to his actions but he liked having you totally dependent on him, risking your life for him. The veins running down his arms got bolder, he moved the arm that was holding him up from the vanity instead standing right in front of you with a wide stance, his eyebrows heightened.

“What did you say?”

Your back hit the tasteless blue wallpaper as Chan walked towards you, trapping you between the wall and his muscular figure. A harsh gulp descended down your esophagus as you gazed intently into his hooded eyes, yours twinkling with mere innocence though you were far from innocent in the eyes of the public. He looked you up and down, almost swearing with his eyes, gliding his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 

“I said why can’t we just wait with that for a bit? We robbed multiple stores last week and we have money? I don’t see why you need to hurry so, like fuck s-”

“So you think money grows on trees? We do this together y/n and I could just leave you whenever, I’d just laugh seeing your ass trying to survive”

He leaned closer to your ear, his body pressed against yours. His hot breath lingered near you, tickling the shell of your ear.

“Or better yet I could kill you, no one needs a criminal” 

His voice vibrated through you, the deep tone scaring you but oddly turning you on, the heat pooling around your core, your panties sticking to the thin fabric of your panties. You burst into laughter, catching him off guard.

“You motherfucker” you said through your teeth, smiling brightly at him. 

“I don’t like this attitude you’re giving me y/n, I’m not joking with you” he said with a devilish smirk, moving away from your ear and staring into your soul. It was almost as if he stared through you, his jaw moving as he clenched it.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” your facial expressions turned serious in seconds, the smile wiping off your face. You looked him dead in the eyes, not even flinching when he smashed the rough palm of his hand on the wall next to your head, the loud sound echoing in the cool room, the slight humming of the air conditioner above the bed.

“No and you won’t be after I fuck you” 

You wanted to rile him up even more, get him so angry that he had no other choice but to pin you against the wall and stuff his cock so far down your leaking cunt that you’d alert the other guests around the motel, hearing how good Chan fucks you. 

“Hah,,, is that your only threat?” you chuckled mockingly, running your pointer finger up his toned chest, lifting up his head by his chin and flicking your finger off it, striking a jeering smile at him. His knee traveled up your leg, jabbing at your wet clothed entrance to which you accidentally moan, the gain of friction finally arriving when your core was burning with pure arousal as Chan spoke. With a gleaming look in your eyes you rubbed against his knee, his slightly cold hands wrapping around your neck, feeling your larynx bob when you swallow your spit, not breaking eye contact for a second. His lips landed on yours, pushing his knee against your sex causing you to moan into the kiss as you rolled your hips on the flat surface of his dress pants. Your lips pursed, teasingly biting his bottom lip as a sign that you needed him, his tongue slipping into your mouth and danced around with yours in a sloppy battle. Your hands fumbled with the big metal buckle of his belt, undoing it in desperation and unzipping the black pants that covered his bottom half. Chan grunted as you palmed him through his boxers, his erection begging to be freed from it’s clothed prison, you squeezed his member, massaging it in your hands to make his knees weak, make him beg for you but this time you would be begging for him as he placed removed his knee from your dripping cunt causing you to whine from the loss of contact. 

“C-chan, please I need you” you pleaded in a thin voice, lifting your head up as his kiss diverted to your neck, his rough lips leaving kiss after kiss on the sensitive skin, moving down to your exposed collarbones. 

“You’ll only get what you want if you do whatever I ask you to”

You nodded eagerly, putting your hands down his boxers and stroking his cock, Chan groaning against the skin of your neck near your ear, your earrings rattling. 

“Yes, I’ll do anything! J-just fuck me already” you whimpered, your hot cheek against the wall. 

“Then you follow your little ass to the bank tomorrow and do what you are told, understood?” His voice was deep, humming as he nibbled on your ear, giving it small kitten licks.

“And if I don’t?” You challenged him for a last time, stopping your slow strokes down the shaft of his twitching dick and removing your hands from his underwear and instead wrapping your arms around his waist. He scoffs, pulling back and looking you in the eyes, slowly putting his hand around your throat and tightening.

“I’ll choke you to death, you know I’ll get away with it” he said with a lifeless smirk. You nodded in pure fear, your eyes twinkling in the minimal light that came from the sun setting outside the dusty windows. Suddenly his hands grasp a handful of your hair, gripping it by the roots and shoving you down on your knees that land on the frangible floorboards with a thump. He harshly lets go of your hair in order to pull down his pants and underwear, his hard veiny cock springing free mere inches from your saliva coated lips. Chan gave his cock a couple of strokes before rubbing the crimson tip against your lips, hissing when you poke your tongue out, him smearing his precum against the surface of your wet tongue. You pursed your lips around him, slowly working your way down his shaft, taking a breath of air every time you pull away, licking the underside of his dick with fat stripes all the way from the base to the tip, flicking your tongue off. His big hands grabbed either side of your head, him thrusting inside your throat, not caring if you gagged, that just made him even more viscous, hearing your desperate moaning and seeing the spit run down your chin and neck covered in his marks. Your head bumped against the wall with every thrust, your nose pressing up against his abdomen as he was balls deep inside your mouth. Your eyes burned, tears teasing at your tear duct, a cold salty stream rolling down your cheek as he stopped, pulling out your mouth, you coughing violently. He swiped his thumb over your cheek, wiping the tear with one finger before grabbing you by the neck, lifting your head up and looking into your eyes as he inserted his dick in your mouth once again, your thick saliva making his cock glisten. His silent groans only made you helplessly rub your thighs together, eager to have him inside of you. Every moan that slipped from between his swollen lips made the blood rush south, not to mention his fierce eyes that were glued on you as he coldly fucked your skull, no hint of compassion. He stretched out your throat, the clear outline of his cock making its appearance on your esophagus as he went deeper, groaning as you felt him twitch inside your mouth. As the familiar sensation of a knot in his stomach descended upon him he pulled out, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your glistening lips before he was quick with his movements. 

It didn’t take much for Chan to throw you over his shoulder, legs thrashing and you squealing, telling him to put you down. He did but not in the way you expected, slamming you down on the plushy bed, a fine layer of dust swirling in the orange sunset that shined in. The impact caught you off guard, knocking the air out of your lungs. Chan climbed on top of you, his belt buckle touching your body as he hovered above you. You hastily shuffled upwards to the headboard, lifting your hips as you removed your brightly colored bell bottom pants revealing your panties that already had a wet stain decorating them, Chan chuckling as his thumb glided over the patch of wetness. 

“You’re so needy baby, all worked up from giving me a blowjob, huh? I can slip my cock into you so easily” he purred at you, his fingers hooking at the elastic band of your underwear, slipping them down to your ankles, you shimmying your foot out of the fabric and letting the panties dangle from your other foot as your spread your legs, Chan being in between them. He danced his fingers up the wet folds that presented themselves in front of him, you squirming at the slightest touch. 

“You think you have control, you think you can do anything without me? You’re wrong, without me you’re nothing” he growled at you, his fingers covered in your slick as he teased your clit, fingers rolling in circles as you clutched onto the covers, knuckles whitening. You hurried by taking off your top, throwing your bra somewhere in the same direction, exposing your hardened buds, Chan’s mouth watering. He did the same, momentarily losing contact with your wet cunt as he pulled off his shirt, his perfectly sculpted body surprising you every time, as if you hadn’t fucked him countless times before. Chan attached his lips to one of your nipples, the other one being fondled by his hand, the cold pure silver causing you to shiver. Your hands stroked his soft hair, twirling it between your fingers and softly whimpering. He left tiny marks all over your chest, his lips sucking and gently nibbling on your supple skin. When your entire chest was a mess of marks and spit he lifted your legs, leaning them against his wide sturdy shoulders as he teased your wet entrance, rubbing his tip against your folds causing your back to arch slightly, a long pitched mewl forcing its way out of your mouth. When he finally slipped his cock inside you he groaned at your tightness. 

“fuck y/n, you’re so tight no matter how much I fuck you” he said, leaning over you so that your legs almost touch your chest, planting one hand beside your neck as the other one choked you, the restriction of air making you lightheaded but only adding to the pleasure that burned at your core as he relentlessly fucked into your squelching cunt. Your feet dangled near his shoulders lifelessly as the sheer momentum of his thrusts made you move upwards on the bed, the bed frame creaking due to the age it carried, you hoped no one noticed what scandalous activities was going on this room but it was probably already too late as your moans turned into high pitched cries. Your hands folded over Chan’s wrist as you tried to stabilize yourself, it took every ounce of strength to not close your quivering thighs. His thrusts got faster, rolling his hips against yours as the hand around your neck loosed, a harsh slap landing across your tear stained cheek, his thumb dipping inside your mouth, you latching on instantly.

“Look at you, thinking you’re so tough. You’re weak, remember that” he said with a lifted smirk, asserting his dominance through his dark gaze. You nodded, feeding his ego even more as the hand around your neck tightened, making you lightheaded with arousal, his cock ramming into your tight cunt that begged for release just like you. Chan loved seeing you like this. All fucked out with drool hanging from the corners of your lips, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he vigorously made your world shake, going hard enough to make the bed squeak loudly, the headboard bumping into the wall with every thrust. You couldn’t form a single sentence, blabbering incoherent sentences with his name stringed into it, in your mind you made perfect sense but your hesitant lips didn’t do the same. 

“f-fuck!” you cried out, the even pace getting sloppier as the skin slapping sound grew louder, bouncing against the awfully colored walls of the shabby motel room. You squirmed around on the bed, flailing your arms as you desperately tried to grab onto either your lover or the flowery sheets, your efforts fruitless as you felt your orgasm approaching with wide strides as Chan started circling your swollen abused clit with the pad of the hand that wasn't forcefully holding onto your throat, making you swoon. You arched your back as you couldn’t hold on any longer, clenching around his cock with every ounce of perseverance. With weak legs you interlaced them, trapping him deeper inside you as the merciless fiddling with your bud made you let out a breathy broken moan, your tits bouncing with the movements. The male looked at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, adoring your bloodshot eyes. How he loved staring down at his prized possession. He had ruined a once innocent girl, made her his with the mere power of love and crime. 

He lulled his head back as he was dangerously close to his climax, drawing in a harsh breath from between his clenched teeth, the air cooling down in his mouth before warming up in his tobacco-stained lungs. He was sent over the edge with a final thrust that made your body jolt in excitement, his thumb now simply resting on your clit as all thoughts were wiped clean from his mind, his hot seed spilling into your cunt, unknowingly making you cum as your abdomen contracted, your teary eyes squinting together, not in pain but in pleasure. His cum painted the quivering walls of your sex, draping his body over yours as he panted, staying inside you to ensure every drop of cum was where it supposed to be. His lips were coated with a fine layer of saliva, two lips meeting in a loveable kiss. It might seem odd to others. That you love a man that only brings you down or uses you, at least that’s what it looked like from a different perspective but you were infatuated, maybe even obsessed. He made you famous and he took you under his wing when you fled from your scumbag of a husband. 

Now Chan was the only thing that mattered.

He pulled out, falling down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as his built back hit it. The cum dripped out of you slowly, hitting the sheets and staining them. You ruffled your hair before you stood up, cum running down your inner thigh as you made your way over to the shower. Chan instead crept down under the covers, staring up at the ceiling in a half lying position, casting glance at the dark oak bedside tables where a packet of cigarettes was left haphazardly along with your metal zippo, a gift from your dad that died in war. It was important to you, important enough to destroy you with smoke. Chan retrieved one of the deadly sticks from it’s pretty eye catching packaging and lit one end, inhaling the smoke. He put one hand beneath his head that was supported by the pillow as he other one momentarily removed the cigarette, flicking the ashes on the cold tile floor, the grey thick smoke spreading through the room, interlacing the bed sheets with it’s scent. The gentle tapping of the water on the bathroom floor calmed him, calmed him from knowing that tomorrow might be the last day he’s alive. Or maybe it’s you. 

Here you were again, getting into the sparkling clean car that was loaded with nothing more than a multitude of weaponry that many times wasn’t used against civilians, just to give a gentle reminder that you don’t fuck with the two of you unless you wanna get a bullet burned through your skull. If they ask for it they are gonna get it.

Chan loaded the suitcases into the truck where a blanket covered the weapons, the pile of murder machines looking innocent like this. The sand of the desert was blowing in your face, your long skirt flowing in the wind. Just because you were a criminal didn’t mean you had to dress out of fashion, the style was a part of it. You gazed out into the valleys of dust, the lonesome tumbleweeds drifting with the wind like a blind rat following the smell of musky cheese, not aware that it’s heading to it’s own death.

“Ready, sugarplum?” Chan said, wrapping his hand around your head and leaning it against his sturdy shoulder. 

“I was born ready” you whispered into the wuthering wind. He smiled but put on a serious face as you looked at him, before walking over to the passenger seat, opening the car door.

“Let’s do what we do best, darling.” you said with a bittersweet grin, sitting down and closing the door. 

The bank wasn’t too far away, that being that it was still in the same state since many other robberies required long car rides that was either filled with funky tunes or more cigarettes than you can count. This one wasn’t any different. His two hands were gripping the steering wheel as he drove faster than the speed limit, praying to whatever nonexistent god he had in his head that the police wouldn’t flash their red and blue sirens behind the vehicle. He probably prayed to the money. He often said that money did things not even god was able to do and there was truth in Chan’s words or maybe the both of you were too infatuated with the idea of money that you would go to any lengths just to get it. Just to smell the fresh dollar bills in your hands. The car was in complete silence, only the growling of the engine being heard. It was always scary heading to a new place, you never knew what would happen there. Maybe it’s the last time you witness your lover behind the steering wheel, the last time you feel the wind fluttering through you hair due to the rolled down window. Maybe it was the last time you would see the emerald green jewel reflecting it’s light as the sun bounced off the glossy surface of the stone. You denied your longing for your husband, beside all the cheating and drugs you were ready to stay with him but there was one thing that Chan could do better; love. 

You could tell how tense Chan was. The way he anxiously checked the rearview mirror and forcefully looked straight at the neverending road in the middle of nowhere. It was pretty apparent that this lifestyle was driving him mad, making all his nerves stand on the edge of his skin, paranoid to the bone. But there was no end in sight unless someone else put that end there. He was never gonna stop, go as far as he could and shoot for the stars. It was people like him, greedy people that life usually steered the wrong way and well,,, you were one of those as well, greedy for luxury even though the life you were living now was anything far from that. You turned to Chan, his one hand rested in his lap and you slowly reached over to grab it, rubbing your thumb over knuckles. His eyes momentarily diverted from the road to you, looking at your eyes that were focused on his slightly rough hands.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chan parked into the parking lot of the bank, the building being just as remotely placed as the motel. Perfect. The car was strategically placed near the road for easy escape if there would even be any required. As you stepped out of the car you opened the trunk, uncovering the multitude of weapons that lay beneath the blanket and passed Chan his favorite rifle, the M1918 Browning Rifle. You simply stuck to a revolver since you could hide it in your holster for when you needed two hands to grab the money and shove it into the burlap bag. 

There wasn’t much thought needed for the robberies that happened this far away from the city, the local police station was a good drive away so neither you or Chan worried too much but it was still a risk. The big wooden doors were slammed open by him, a shot up into the ceiling shattered a lamp and next second your ears were filled by the terrified screams of men, women and children. You didn’t hesitate your movements as you went up to the multiple receptionist desks where the women in neat uniforms were all kneeling on the floor. 

“Get the fuck up!” you yelled, jumping on the desk and pointing your gun at one of the girls, she looked rather young and innocent with her dark shaking pupils that wandered with pure fear. You yelled at her to open all the vaults, to which she complied not having any other choice than to get shot. Her hands quivered as she put the money in the bag, filling it up with valuable green bills that would promise you dreams. You glanced back at Chan that was pointing the rifle at the people that lied down on their stomachs with their hands on their head, the sound of a child's tears not even bothering him or his conscience. You held the gun to her head, lonesome tears streaming down her face as her legs were barely able to hold her up. A smile cracked on your crimson painted lips as the bag filled up, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your blood making you fly on the clouds, you could do whatever you wanted in this moment. You were free. 

Just as you were about to turn around, signaling to Chan that the mission was done you heard another gunshot that was foreign from the usual sounds of the weapons you carried. It didn’t sound like it came from inside the building. The second after you heard a window shatter, glass flying over the civilians that screamed in fear once again and then you heard a thump, a loud one. You looked over your shoulder and there he was, your lover with a bullet through his back, the puddle of sangria red blood spreading over the bright vinyl flooring. This was the sight you feared the most in the world and here it was, right in front of your naked eyes. You dropped the revolver you held in your dominant hand and rushed over to him as you heard a male voice over a megaphone from outside the building. 

“Civilians, exit the building immediately”

The crowd of people squeezed through the doors, fleeing to whatever corner they could or hiding behind the countless cop cars that flashed their colorful sirens. You dragged Chan’s head into your lap as you fell down in defeat, looking at his closed eyes and his face that turned a pale blue with hints of grey, he was cold to the touch and his blood stained your clothes as well as the floor, the dark red marks on the floor that lead to his body as you dragged him closer to you, cupping his cheek. Frigid tears rolled down your cheeks and accumulated on your chin before dripping down onto his face, coloring his lips with a clear sheen. 

He wasn’t gone, he simply couldn’t be. He was your Chan, the Chan that always got away no matter what. Nothing could stop the two of you, not a stupid bullet through his back. You shaked him as you sobbed loudly, your lips quivering as black streaks of mascara covered the supple valleys of your cheeks. 

“Chan! Chan, fuck!! Wake up!!” you yelled as you shook him vigorously but his lifeless body was limp in your arms, no sign of life to be seen. You hugged him closer, not feeling his heartbeat or lungs filling with air from this cursed place. He wasn’t gone, he was still here and he would wake up one day, you told yourself these lies because they are easier to believe than the cold hard truth. Your blood boiled with pure rage. Somebody had stopped your dream life, that someone being the law itself but no matter who it was it still stopped you and you never took no for an answer. Your empty lost gaze diverted to the loaded gun that lied only footsteps away from your cowered body.

“Exit the building, leave the weapons” you heard the voice call out from outside, the megaphone crackling and distorting the voice. 

What was better?

Dying in the hands of the authorities or dying in Chan’s arms?

[beyondspaceandstars]

Dog Days

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluffy! Summary: You agree to accompany Yelena to the pet shelter so she can look for a dog. While there, though, you lock eyes with the sweetest golden retriever... Natasha ends up coming home to quite the surprise. A/N: Bad title, even worse summary! but what’s new.

Masterlist

When you woke up that morning, you hadn’t expected that by the afternoon you’d be standing in what felt like a sea of dogs. In fact, you knew for a cold hard fact you weren’t supposed to be in this position.

Earlier in the week, Yelena had finally announced she was committing to getting a dog, a task she had been hemming and hawing about for months. Naturally, you and Natasha were pretty excited for her. It felt like you two were becoming aunts in some sort of way. Natasha then offered to go to the shelter with Yelena and the plans had been made.

But come the morning of and Natasha was whisked away to a meeting or something. You didn’t know, you weren’t an Avenger — you only dated one.

You broke the news to Yelena that morning when she came to pick up Natasha. There was a tinge of disappointment written on her face but she did her best to keep up that unbothered persona. It never worked on you when your girlfriend did it and it certainly wasn’t working now with her sister. After a short debate with yourself, you had impulsively grabbed your purse and told Yelena you’d go with her. She didn’t fight you on it.

And that was how you ended up being pestered by dog after dog after dog. They seemed to be never-ending as you two walked up and down the aisles of the local shelter. There were big ones, small ones. Loud ones, shy ones. Puppies and seniors. Each and every one of them looked up at you with the sweetest eyes. It was starting to become concerning how much your heart ached for these little guys. But you weren’t here for yourself — no way, that was never the plan — and instead directed your attention to pointing out potential adoptees for Yelena.

She was quick to shut down your chihuahua suggestion which, well, was sort of reasonable. Yelena didn’t come off as the type. Then you passed some cages of great danes but those were a little on the too big side. Another fair point, they could be tough to corral.

Then you two stumbled upon the German shepherds. You don’t think you’d ever seen Yelena’s eyes light up so much. If falling in love at first sight was a thing with dogs, it happened at that moment you observed. While Yelena approached the cage to introduce herself to the dog, you stepped around looking at the others in the area.

That was when you had your own love at first sight moment. There, in the cage right next to the dog Yelena was looking at, was the sweetest, happiest golden retriever you had ever seen. He perked up immediately as you stepped towards the cage, tail wagging happily, mouth opened to what looked like to be a smile. As weird as that fact sounded, it felt true. This dog certainly looked happy to see you. The feeling was mutual.

Carefully, you stuck your hand between the cage bars and the dog sniffed you out. Within seconds he was licking you, a silent greeting and acceptance. It was over for you then and Yelena apparently had picked up on it.

"Natasha is going to have quite the surprise for her once she gets home," she laughed, watching you pet the dog as well as you could between the bars.

You bit your lip, holding back your own laugh. "It’s not like I can just walk away."

"Of course not."

"That’d be cruel."

"I agree."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "You just want me in trouble."

Yelena shrugged. "I do think it can be amusing hearing you and my sister bicker."

"Oh, just worry about your own dog," you shooed her away. She turned back to the German shepherd, letting out another laugh. The shepherd barked.

When Yelena found a volunteer to begin the adoption process, you followed as well. Like your feet had a mind of their own. Or maybe it was your heart. Whatever it was, you just knew you hadn’t expected your day to go as such.

***

It was very clear that Natasha also hadn’t expected the day to go the way it did.

It was close to midnight when the apartment door opened. You and the new dog, which you had found was named Sparky, were still up playing with the variety of new toys you had purchased for him. After adopting the golden retriever, you realized, well, you had nothing for him. He wasn’t technically supposed to be in the back of the car, looking around all excitedly, if today had gone the way it was meant to.

You stopped by a pet store on the way back which Sparky was very, very excited about. You found he was very kind with other dogs and got overly excited about anything flavored with bacon. You even let him pick out his own toys which led to quite the array of items.

You had just bounced a ball for Sparky to chase when you noticed a presence in the entryway of the living room. You nearly jumped out of your skin, still not used to the way your assassin girlfriend could be so stealthy.

"Nat, hello!" You exclaimed as if everything was normal and this was a very typical night. She didn’t look impressed standing with her arms crossed, eyes darting every now and then to the golden retriever who was now prancing back to you with the ball.

"What’s going on here?" She asked slowly, curiously. Sparky finally noticed Natasha and trotted over, trying to say hello. Your girlfriend looked a bit unsure, to say the least.

"Um, that’s Sparky the Golden Retriever," you explained, motioning to the dog still waiting for Natasha to pet him. She patted his head gently.

"I see that," she nodded. "I guess I’m asking… What’s he doing in our apartment?"

You stood from the floor and took a few steps towards your girlfriend. You discarded the toy in your hand, trying to figure out how to really explain everything now. "Well, you see, after you went to that meeting this morning, I told Yelena I’d go with her to the shelter."

Natasha nodded, encouraging you to go on.

You sighed. "I-I didn’t plan on it, obviously, but I saw Sparky in the cage and I just… Oh, Nat. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me. He’s so sweet. We got along right away and he seemed so excited to meet me… I couldn’t just leave him there!"

Natasha let out a light laugh, completely abandoning her angry girlfriend persona to finally kneel to the golden retriever’s height. She scratched behind his ears which earned a happy sigh from the dog. "Of course you couldn’t leave a face like this."

You let out your own sigh of relief and kneeled down as well. Hesitantly, you asked, "You’re not upset?"

Natasha shrugged. "I was certainly surprised," she admitted, "but I think I should’ve known this would happen."

"Excuse me?" You let out a faux surprise gasp. Natasha chuckled.

"Well, when I knew I couldn’t go I figured you’d step in," she explained. "You are absolutely hopeless when it comes to resisting animals. It was just a matter of time until I came home to this."

You smiled at her analysis of you. Ever the spy, can never turn it off. "Yelena was no help either in the situation. She definitely persuaded me but she was just banking on us arguing over it."

That made Natasha let out the most joyous laugh. You couldn’t help your smile getting bigger at her finding the situation amusing. "I expect nothing less from her," Natasha said.

You nodded in agreement. "Thank gosh it worked out," you said and began petting Sparky’s back. He was stuck between a shower of love and was taking in every second of it, tongue hanging out in happiness, eyes shut in content. "I was worried you’d make me return him."

Your girlfriend shook her head. "That’d be impossible." She sighed, "I can’t believe I’m now a… What do they call that? A dog mom?"

You gasped, a lightbulb going off in your head. "We could get little dog mom shirts made. Sparky could even get his own bandana. We’d have matching family outfits."

Natasha raised her hand, wordlessly asking you to slow down. "Please don’t push it, dear."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Fine," you shrugged, "but you can’t control what I get you for Christmas."

As if he understood, Sparky let out a bark in agreement.

Natasha sighed. "I’m outnumbered now, aren’t I?"

Sparky turned towards you, giving your cheek what felt like a million licks. Through your laughter, you confirmed your girlfriend’s suspicion.

[alberivh]

The gravestone of the wilderness — (scraps)

diluc x gn!reader — fluff, angst, comfort/hurt, death, implied werner syndrome, memory loss.

the second stage of diluc’s life, death and you.

a/n : a very very messy writing which were written by me for 2 days…? please listen to je te laisserai des mots while reading this, it would improve your imagination more <3

oh to be a normal couple. Lying in your frail shoulder, diluc exhales his heavy breathing. Trading the air with a brain of oxygen and beauty of life, he let your hands wrapped to his arm. Soothed his messy-red-hair and hearing the whisper of the freedom. Near the lakes of the winery, stand your figure and diluc seeing the sunset in mesmerized glances. It was a peaceful evening, even the birds seems too peaceful that it hurts your soul. The world isn’t fine, how come everything became so peaceful today?

“diluc, quick question..” , you called out his name. Stealing the sunset gaze from diluc’s eyes. His breathing is heavy, his heartbeat is unexpectedly warm. Yet you found his presence a little bit too cold..and too fragile.

“and..what is it?”

“who’ll die first, me or you?” , the question is simple. Like a sword to a warriors body, straightforward and cut short. You pay no attention to diluc’s tighten grip, avoiding his eye contact is the way you make his answer straight and honest. After all, you only want to hear his intentions, why did he still seek you even after your condition worsened? He could had the chance to escape from your affection 3 months ago but why did he stay? Did he pitied the unknown for not being the best of his life?

“you” cold and strong. His whole sight focused on your eyes. Anxiety fills it, tears could even force itself to leave your eyes if diluc told you how your eyes show everything. He seen through you and for so many time, he predicted your words. I don’t have any days left diluc.., is your favorite line. The one he thought to be a bullshit.

“just as i expected”

“but you do know i’m not your doctor right?”

“i trust my lovers instinct better than the doctors, they’re a bunch of creeps anyways” , the sunset falls to the edge of the winery before you could finish your reply. the infuse, the breathing machines and the ventilators were all beside you, accompanying you these past weeks. it was bothersome to bring them all together, but thanks to diluc, you could felt as if you were alive. and with no essentials-help you are fine.

diluc saw your anxiety trembles to sobs. the sunset was over and thus—began the starry moonlight which bright to the breezing sky of monstadt.

“thank you..diluc…” , you carefully clinge to his arm. Hugging it tightly without letting your infuse disturbed the warm of his body. your fingers gone numb but his warmth, it radiates so much energy and comfort to be alive. tears fall to his jacket, the moonlight was yet to be found and here you are pleading your lover to stay. Even if you’re both better dying off alone.

“dying off young is pretty tragic don’t you think? Like us..”, whispering your thoughts under the darkened sky and to diluc who was staring empty at your eyes. It was quite and clear to be hear in diluc’s ear but maybe he prefers to drown himself to your frail shoulder, so he could escape from the reality you were going out from his lines.

“y’know diluc, if i were alive till the 32 years of your life, i’ll be happy to laid on our deathbed together..” , a not so sappy thought to be precise. But diluc tries to understand from what are you implying to say, he doesn’t want to make himself fooled by the guilt of his past.

“and what makes you say that?”

“diluc we all know that i’m dying, i couldn’t always stay like this can i?” “I just want to be free that’s all..but diluc…i don’t wish for someone to forget about me…i want them to know i’m used to be alive and well, i want them to know i’m in love.” — i want them to know i’m in love with you diluc, i don’t want to leave you behind. I don’t want someone to abandoned me behind. I love you diluc. How many times have i told you that? I lost count.

minutes feels like seconds, under the starry night you felt nothing but warm. The warm of his heart and his radiance, although it seems like a facade to hide from your sharp-vision. He is beautiful. but with diluc’s lips under your dry mouth, You could feel more the presence of his fading-figure. Wandering through his palm, the space of his cold fingers and his salty tears. He was crying out of madness. He was frustrated that he couldn’t been able to save you from your draining thoughts.

the sharp needles inside your infuse feels numb. The breathing tube wasn’t as heavy as before. Diluc lips is the only thing you could feel. Under the moonlight, he drops his devotion to his knees. Hands wrapped to your delicate-fragile self. Under the days he left you behind, he apologize. As Now he is humming your lips with hopeless wishes. His kisses are soft, gentle as the wind. Pyro seems so warm to your cryo vision. Unknown for love and ambition to be bear. so this is how falling in love feels like?

the sunrise have awoken, another day has finally begun. Sitting at the balcony with his brother, reading letters and wishes from his inner family circle. Eyebags have grown to diluc’s glance, even his wrinkles start to form onto his charming face. His hair start to fall out to thin airs, leaving half of the once burning red to a pale-silver colored. Enjoying his time with the breeze of the sun, diluc realizes kaeya standing figure. he must be going somewhere..

“Kaeya where are you going?” , voice gone frail. His voice aren’t as strong as before. Even his flatter organs are better than the rusty voice kaeya heard.

“to visit someone, it’s their birthday afterall..want to join in, good-master di—“

“shut up don’t you say that name again” , crossing the words. He exhales his breath. Giving himself an opportune moment to breath the fresh morning air. He flinch to the song of the birds, watching them fly ti the air while the letters flew to the side of the tables. it was a peaceful day for diluc to rest, but nonetheless..he always forgot them. Them who aren’t here anymore. father..and..who are they again?

“Alright big brother diluc ragnvindr..just sit on your wheelchair and prepare your stuff, we’re going to windrise right now.”

“It’s not vennessa’s birthday kaeya, why’d you want to take me to windrise? Are y—“ cutting diluc’s voice, kaeya managed to give him the usual smug face on his sight. Making diluc seems more uncomfortable by his plan.

“Yeah yeah..just stick your butt on the wheelchair already mister, we’re going now woohoo!” , whistling to excitement diluc found his brother action to be quite..suspicious. The road was smooth, maybe because the land of winery belongs to diluc’s and his bloodlines, no? Windrise wasn’t that far from the winery, maybe it is far for someone like diluc to explore such an area in the first place.

Windrise, the inner nation of freedom. The location of free will and vennessa legacy. But why does it feel so..cliché for diluc to remember? He doesn’t remember anything about windrise. He doesn’t remember anything about dying, he doesn’t even remembered the gravestone in front of him now. The air was fresh. The leaves and flowers which grow from the small-location of the gravestone was unexpectedly beautiful. The name which were craved in it was unreadable, maybe it was..once. But never again it would be readable to diluc’s eye.

“happy birthday (name)..me and diluc is in here to plant some cecilia’s..would you mind? Ah if you do..you could breeze the bells there, please don’t mind diluc, he’s lost right now.” , kaeya pleaded to downfall of the gravestone. Whispering questions and rants for the owner of it to know. The bell rang and under the wing it sang. they gladly appreciate your visit, diluc. Kaeya steal his glance to diluc’s unfocused eyes, it look as if it were questioning every each of it’s memories. Who are they and why does kaeya think of them as one of the part of him?

Planting the seeds of cecilia under the ground of the suspicious gravestone. The Crystalflies even surrounded it with grace, as if they all belong to their first habitat, the gravestone of the wilderness. Who are they and why are their remenance so…beautiful?

“hmhm, goodjob. Thank you for accepting our birthday offer..diluc and i will go now, farewell for now, see you soon” , cleaning the dirt from the gravestone. Diluc once again asked kaeya’s answer. But nothing could be found from his brother mouth, it seems it was hidden for diluc’s sake.

“you’ll recognize them again diluc, sooner or after.”

soon never came. Kaeya wasn’t here, he was already gone from the resident, Taking diluc’s place aren’t that easy after all. pale and unrecognized, diluc came to his once work office which he never touch any longer. Searching for documents for kaeya to read for him later at night. His fingertips are still the same, numb and empty. I lack something but what are they…? This uncureable piece of shit was such a bothersome.

oh..what is this..?

a letter? — opening it with caution, diluc found the sight of something he craves. The writing of those who couldn’t be recognized by his mind, yet the feeling..it was warm. So warm and comfortable, that it even shakes diluc’s empathy.

to, my sweetheart, diluc ragnvindr.

i never knew when would you opened this but i think you opened it few years since i have died. I know the side affects of your ilness. So i wouldn’t mind if you forget me all along. It’s not your fault for leaving your old memories and life behind, your ilness is one of the part of your issues diluc and I totally understand that, better than kaeya, better than adeline or elzer. And if you forget about me, it’s fine. You don’t need to remember me, just read this all along alright?

Diluc, my swetheart. You probably found this crumpled behind your documents. Maybe kaeya would found it first than you do and it wouldn’t be much of a problem for me to bare, after all i’m dead and even if you apologize i wouldn’t dare to say i would forgive you. Cause diluc, i’m hopelessly in love with you. I love you diluc. Even if you forget me, even if you died in your old age and disastrous days, even if you don’t love me any longer. I’ll be very happy if you could still read this letter. Your curiosity is the reason i’m alive for once diluc. Your warm is the reason of my short-recovery diluc. You are everything. And if you forgot, then it’ll be fine. Read this letter everytime you felt lost, because no home without your lover, no? Ah nevermind that’s a shitty joke isn’t it diluc? Hehe

I’m very satisfied with what I’ve achieved in my lifetime. I got to be with you and your family. I feel like i’m apart of them, apart from who i become. I escape and i’m alright. I’m alive and it’s all because of you diluc. I’m happy. Very happy. But one thing i couldn’t regret more is the fact i couldn’t marry you and tell my devotions to the crowds. I want you foreve diluc, but our time is short enough for each other sake. Fate was cruel, but it’s fair and merciful. It gave us a time to met each other and i’m thankful.

So diluc, whenever you feel lost. Feel free to found me in the crystalflies and in the starry night of the winds. Whenever you need me, i’ll be there. just so let you know i’m the donor of your heart, please don’t regret the fact i’m sharing my life with you. I’m happy to know you are alive, diluc. As long ad you enjoyed your days and live a well-long life, i’ll be happy to give you my everything. I might couldn’t give you this year, but here. Open this envelope, it’s a present. For what exactly? For your own love, diluc. Accept it, would you? I don’t mind if you wouldn’t, but if you want to wear it, feel free to use it.

I’m very happy to be alive diluc, i love you.

The letters ended and so do his tears scroll through his cheeks. The crystalflies in the gravestone. Oh it’s you all along..? Why didn’t you cry out of regret? Are you happy for what diluc became? Are you, my dear…? He was scared of letting you loved him again. He deserve nothing but your hatred. The envelope, it was fill with your charm bracelet. The matching bracelet you used to talk with diluc.

The gravestone, the cecilia’s..? Aren’t those the promises diluc made before? i’ll grow garden of hundreds cecilia’s with you. But he forgot. Your existance are nothing to him anymore, he lost his senses, he lost everything. This heart..your heart. It was pounding rapidly, it even showed diluc emotions again. He was crying in pain. He was crying in sorrow. Oh god, i wish i’m not that weak. I wish i still love you the same as how those letter told me. Darling, will you love me again? No response. He was truly out of his mind to forget the ones who bring his dimmed eyes back alive. So once again he confesses, falling to his knees as he begged for his mind to remembered you.

The days have past so did you died in his eyes. Casket opened and emptied with your body, cecilia all over the ground. You are dead and yet the pounding heart of yours are the result of love. Strokes his body with empty thoughts, he began to murmured again his love.

your heart..it’s warm, My dear.

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