#grinning while I shake and hyperventilate and sob

[breedabletrait]

Another baby !!!!

[0omillo0]

SEUNGMIN X READER

a/n: angst, happy ending

Seungmin agrees to prank you with Lee Know and Hyunjin, buy he doesn’t know you suffer of very bad panic attacks.

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Halloween nights had always been exciting for your boyfriend, but you were not quite sure about it. You weren’t a big fan of scary things, but your boyfriend, Seungmin, insisted on watching a horror movie together, making it seem like the perfect cozy night in. He wrapped you in a blanket, your head resting on his shoulder, as the flickering screen lit up the dark room. You trusted him, and having him next to you gave you a sense of security, despite your anxiety about the movie.

You didn’t know what was coming.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin and Lee Know had a plan in mind—a Halloween prank to scare you while you were watching the movie. Seungmin knew about it, and though he was initially hesitant, he eventually agreed, thinking it would be harmless fun. He had no idea how intense your reaction would be.

The movie was creeping toward a particularly terrifying scene, tension building in every corner of the dark room. You clutched Seungmin’s hand tighter, feeling the anxiety rise in your chest. Just as the atmosphere on screen grew ominous, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by loud banging on the door.

Your heart leapt into your throat, and suddenly, Hyunjin and Lee Know burst into the room, wearing terrifying masks, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Your mind blanked. The fear that rushed through your veins overwhelmed you. It wasn’t just a scare—it was real, tangible terror. A deep, uncontrollable panic clawed at your chest, constricting your breathing. You gasped for air but found none, your vision blurring as your body went cold. A wave of dizziness hit you, and you collapsed onto the couch, trembling violently, tears streaming down your face.

Seungmin turned to you, his playful grin disappearing the moment he saw your expression.

“Y/N?” he called, panic in his voice as he reached for you.

But you were already retreating inside yourself, shaking uncontrollably. The fear was too much. Your breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, and before you knew it, you were hyperventilating.

Hyunjin and Lee Know, realizing what had happened, stood frozen in horror.

“Y/N, Y/N! Breathe, please!” Seungmin urged, his voice cracking as he tried to soothe you. But nothing he said could reach you through the thick fog of panic suffocating your mind.

Through the tears blurring your vision, you looked at him, the person you trusted most, and the hurt in your voice cut him to his core.

“You… you knew about this?” you rasped, your voice trembling. “And you agreed with it?!”

The betrayal in your eyes shattered him. Seungmin shook his head, scrambling to explain, but his words felt like they were crumbling in the weight of the moment. “I—I didn’t know you would react like this, Y/N, I swear! I didn’t expect—”

But you weren’t listening. You couldn’t. You couldn’t process anything through the whirlwind of emotions suffocating you.

You shot up from the couch, stumbling toward the bathroom. “I can’t… I need space,” you choked out between sobs, barely able to breathe.

Seungmin stood there, stunned, as the door slammed shut. He wanted to follow you, to fix things, but knew you needed time. He cursed under his breath, turning toward Hyunjin and Lee Know, who were standing there, pale and shaken.

“We didn’t mean for that to happen,” Hyunjin whispered, guilt etched across his face. Lee Know looked just as remorseful, biting his lip as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin muttered, though the apology felt hollow, useless.

Lee Know nodded quietly. “We should go. We’ll apologize tomorrow,” he said, voice low, before the two of them left, leaving Seungmin alone in the aftermath of their prank.

Seungmin walked to the bathroom door, resting his head against it. “Y/N… I’m so sorry,” he called softly. “I never wanted to hurt you. I’ll sleep on the couch, okay? Please, just… come out whenever you’re ready.”

But the only response he received was silence.

After what felt like an eternity, Seungmin sank down to the floor by the couch, curling into himself. The room was too quiet now, and the guilt in his chest only grew heavier with every minute that passed. He hated himself for going along with the prank, for not understanding how deeply it would affect you.

Time slipped by, and exhaustion weighed down on him. Eventually, sleep overtook him, though it was far from peaceful.

You finally emerged from the bathroom an hour later, your heart still heavy, but your panic subsiding into a dull ache. As you stepped into the dimly lit living room, your eyes softened when you saw Seungmin. He wasn’t on the couch as he’d said he’d be—instead, he was curled up on the floor, his face tucked into his arms.

Your chest tightened, and a flood of emotions hit you. Despite how upset you were, seeing him there, so broken, tugged at your heart. He didn’t mean to hurt you. You knew that. But it still hurt.

You knelt down beside him, gently shaking his shoulder. “Seungmin,” you whispered, your voice soft but hoarse from crying.

He stirred, blinking his eyes open, confusion flashing across his face before it quickly turned to concern. “Y/N… I’m so sorry,” he started immediately, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I didn’t know it would be that bad. I should’ve never agreed to it, and I—”

You held up your hand, shaking your head. “Seungmin, stop. I know… I know you didn’t mean for it to get that bad. I just… I got scared. I wasn’t expecting it, and it felt like too much.”

“I feel terrible, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “I’ll sleep on the couch, I don’t want to—”

You stopped him again, standing up and shaking your head. “No… it’s fine. I just need to sleep.”

Without another word, you climbed into bed, pulling the blankets around yourself. Seungmin sighed softly and, as promised, settled on the couch, his body still heavy with regret.

In the middle of the night, a nightmare ripped you out of sleep. Your body jerked, heart racing again, but this time, it wasn’t from a prank. It was the lingering fear, the residual panic. And as much as you wanted to handle it alone, you couldn’t.

There was only one person who could make it better.

You got out of bed, making your way toward the couch, where Seungmin was sound asleep. You gently shook him awake, and his eyes opened in an instant.

“Y/N?” he asked, still groggy, but concern quickly replacing his confusion.

“I had a nightmare,” you whispered, your voice small and fragile. “I… I need you.”

Seungmin sat up, his heart breaking at how vulnerable you looked. Without hesitation, he opened his arms, and you fell into them, burying your face in his chest. He held you close, gently rubbing your back, whispering soft reassurances.

“I’m here,” he murmured. “I’ll always be here. I’m so sorry for what happened. I should’ve protected you.”

You took a shaky breath, pulling back to look at him. “I was upset because I trusted you, Seungmin. I didn’t expect you to agree to something like that.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I was stupid. I didn’t think. I’ll never do anything like that again. I promise.”

For a long moment, you just looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes breaking through the walls you had built up since the prank. Finally, you nodded, resting your head back against his chest.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, feeling the tension in your chest ease just a little.

Seungmin held you tighter, relief washing over him. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

And in that moment, despite everything, you believed him.

[divinelolita]

BILL KAULUTZ X GN! READER: DRAG IT OUT

tw; sub! bill, orgasm denial, praise and degradation, handjobs, powerbottom! reader, slight overstimulation, crying, mentions of multiple orgasms, prolonging orgasms (idek what you call that)

・reader's gender isn't specified! <3

"I can't...I can't..."

Bill groaned gently, his thighs tensing. His cock was slick with cum and your spit, glistening in the dim lights of the tour bus. You shushed him, your fingertips gently tracing the veins that were beginning to pulse. You chuckle softly as you hear him whine gently and squirm his hips away from you, already spent from the orgasms he had endured.

"What do you mean you can't? Of course you can." You whisper as you hold his hips down with one hand while the other gently wraps around the head of his cock, rubbing it softly making him whimper. His eyelashes fluttered, his hair once puffy with hairspray now ruined with sweat. His mascara was all smudged and his kohl was running down his cheeks, staining lines of black.

"Oh, fuck...I can't..." He repeats, choking back a sob as you wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping it slowly. He whimpered loudly but couldn't resist leaning into you, his hips bucking up despite his earlier protests. He glanced at you, his eyes filled with unshed tears

"Yes, you can." You respond, your voice more firm that it was earlier as your eyes narrow, looking up at his face. His hair was sprawled against the pillows as he gasped for air. "You did it so many times already, you can do one more, right?" You whisper soothingly, your hands picking up their pace.

He cried out, his whole body shaking as his thigh suddenly snapped shut. He whimpered and moaned helplessly, gasping for air. You couldn't help but coo, smiling as you gently rubbed the back of his thighs. "Open up your thighs, slut. Let me see that pretty cock." You say with a small smile, rubbing small circles into his thighs with your thumbs.

He shook at your words, hesitating before shakingly opening his thighs back up to you, his cock pulsing. You grinned, putting your hands on both sides of his thighs and spreading them farther apart. "Good boy." You coo, wrapping your hands back around his cock. He groaned loudly, head thrown back against the pillows behind him.

"K-keep going...ohhhhmyyyygoooohhhdddd...." He purred slowly, panting softly as your hands pumped him faster, your fingers occasionally rubbing his slit. "What if all your fangirls saw you right now? All stupid and aching for my touch?" You whisper under your breath, continuing the pace as you sped up your fingers a bit.

Your words send a wave of pleasure through his veins, his breath quickening. He whimpered as the familiar ache of a rising orgasm, closing his eyes as his hand went to grab yours. "Mmmmmmgghhhh, gonna cum..." He whispers, moaning softly as your hands pick up their speed.

"Yeah? You gonna cum again for me? God, you're so fucking ruined..." You whispered under your breath, grinning as you jerked him off faster, your other hand softly fondling his balls making him mewl.

"Oh, oh... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." He began to pant, his fingers digging into the sheets of his bunk. His head tossed back onto the bed, nearly hyperventilating as he felt himself about to be pushed over the edge. He groaned, his thighs shaking as he-

Your hands let go of his cock as you felt his body tense up, pinching the head of his cock. He gasped, squirming and panting as his eyes shot open, glancing down at you. His cock twitched, the slit leaking pre-cum as he cried softly. "Please...I can't..." He begged, trying to squirm away from your restricting hands.

"Oh, you can. And you will." You hiss softly, pinching th tip a bit harder and listening to his quiet sobs of need, his balls painfully tight as his cock pulsed. You smirked, counting down the seconds in your head.

"I can't! I can't! Please, I can't!" He begged, tears streaming down his face as the ache in his stomach only increased. His cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum as you hummed, biting your lip.

"Aww, my poor baby." You whisper, almost a minute has passed. He was shaking like crazy, his thighs pulsing. You took a second, before letting go of th head of his cock. He gasped loudly, pre cum leaking more freely. "Please, I wanna cum! I wanna cum..." He begs, humiliation evident in his voice as he begs you while sobbing, eyes shining with tears.

You jerked off his cock faster, deciding to finish him off. "Go ahead and cum, my good boy. Go on." You whisper, Bill sobbing at your permission as he let's go, his cum spurting all over your hand and his stomach, broken sobs and whispers of "thank you, thank you, thank you" escaping his lips.

You smile, whispering soothing words in his ears as you milk him dry, praising him through the intense orgasm. He pants heavily, his eyes closed shut as tears stream down his face, his makeup smudged. You kissed his cheeks softly as your hands slowly unwrapped around his cock, shushing him gently.

"Good job. Good boy..."

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

*gif not mine

PANIC ATTACK

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a panic attack for the first time since the two of you got together and he’s scared to death that you’d get sick of him and eventually leave

Warnings: Panic attack, swear words,

Word Count: 756

Authors Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. I appreciate every feedbacks! Thank you for reading!

It was 3 am.

Both of you were in Bucky’s room, cuddling with each other and embracing each other’s existence. But out of nowhere, you felt a strong grunt with couple of whimpers and groans following it. You awake by the sound, slowly opened your eyes and tried to adjust to the dark room. As your eyes adapted to the room, you saw Bucky hyperventilating. You were with Bucky for about 5 months, and this was your first time seeing him like this. You heard him talking about them, but to see him having a panic attack, this was the first time. Not even hesitating, you gently tapped Bucky on his arm to wake him up. But he was too deeply consumed in his nightmare that he wasn’t even bothered. So you called out his name and shook him.

"Bucky!! Wake up baby, you’re having a nightmare."

Bucky responded with a groan. So you tried again.

"Bucky, everything’s okay. I just need you to wake up for me baby."

Bucky woke up trying to catch his breath. His hands were trembling, in fact, his whole body was shaking. You cupped Bucky’s face with your tiny hands, and he seemed to calm down a little bit.

"Bucky look at me. Breathe with me okay?"

Bucky nodded, and followed your instructions.

"inhale, one, two, and exhale, one, two. inhale, one, two, and exhale, one, two. You’re doing so well babe."

‘How long was he hiding this from you?’

you thought to yourself. The thought of your soulmate suffering this horrendous episodes all alone. While your mind was running a million miles an hour, Bucky instantly grabbed your torso and pulled you in tight and started sobbing.

"I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, and I- I- it just-"

"Hey baby look at me."

Bucky let go of your body and looked at you in the eyes.

"You’re okay, you’re safe. You know that right?"

Bucky quietly nodded, avoiding eye contact, ‘cause he knew the moment he saw the hurt in your eyes, he’d burst into tears again. But you didn’t let that happen. You cupped Bucky’s face and started to kiss all over his face. And you could feel Bucky holding in his grin. However, he still had the terror inside his eyes, even though he tried his best to hide it. The fear of losing you was ripping his heart into a million pieces, making his anxiety even worse.

You enveloped your legs around his broad torso and he leaned onto your shoulder. You started caressing his lovely dark hair. And his eyes fell up with tears. He hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go. Not wanting to EVER let go.

Once again it was the two of you in the darkness, becoming each other’s candle.

As the silence caved in, Bucky started to talk.

"You’re not going to leave me right baby?"

His voice was shaking and even though you didn’t look him in the eye, you knew his eyes would be trembling with fear.

"Of course, baby. Why would you think that?"

"What if- what if you get sick of all this? What if you think I can’t be fixed no more. What if you get tired of trying to fix me?"

‘fix?’ It was the first time you heard Bucky use the word ‘fix’. You’ve never thought he’d need fixing. He was just a poor man with a tormented past living as a victim of an experiment. He was just a poor man who just figured what love was, and he was just a man to you who was the most gentle, caring, and loving. You never thought he needed fixing.

"Fix? Bucky you don’t need fixing. You’re not broken. And I’m not dating you to fix you. I’ll never be sick of-"

"But what if you do?"

"Bucky, look at me. I’ll never leave you. I’ll be right here as long as you’ll tolerate me. I’ll break the world into two pieces, I’ll go to space and fight aliens, and I’ll even move mountains just to stay with you. I’ll never get sick of you. Never. You’re stuck with me until we’re gray and old, alright?"

Bucky nodded, and the hug deepened. He trusts you once again, because deep in his heart, he knew you’d love him no matter what. And the link of the two of you will be connected for eternity.

[candywraptor]

WIP Wednesday - Untitled Ruin Sequel (RadioDust)

Angel didn’t remember the first days - at least, not very well. He had fled from that foreign place - from the wide, mocking grin and the wild, unfeeling stare - and he had gone to his room. He didn’t know if he had been seen or if he made any noise as he’d darted through the halls, his head low and his arms wrapped around his middle - trying to keep himself whole, to keep the pieces from spilling onto the floor. There was only the barest wisp of memory, just a ghostly specter of a thing, of hearing the door snick closed behind him, covering him in darkness, before his legs gave out from underneath him and he collapsed under the weight of it all. He remembered the feel of unfamiliar, high pile carpet under his fingers as he’d twisted it, ripping at it, the tears coming instantly - silently at first as he’d curled in on himself and felt like his inside were trying to melt into one sick puddle in his gut.  He had ground his teeth to the point of pain, his hands raising to yank at his clothes, his fur, his hair - ripping out strands by their roots as he struggled to take a breath, his body shaking with the effort of silence.  The ceiling was falling in on him - the temple they had built, the fortress where Angel had been safe and warm and hidden inside - was collapsing all around him. The rubble was crushing, the sound of his whole world cracking in half and giving way into a chasm of black, empty nothing was deafening and it peeled his sanity away from him in ribbons, taking his mind and puncturing wide, gaping holes into his reality - into all things he’d thought he’d known, the things they had built. It was gone.  His breathing came to him then, he could feel his lungs start to inflate and it was too fast - he was hyperventilating - and somehow Angel made it to the bed. He never remembered getting up, never remembered crossing the room, but he knew he had because that was when he’d started to scream.  He’d buried his face into the pillow, drawing no air, close to suffocation - wishing for it - as he sobbed and screamed and lost himself to delirium. He was no more, no longer a person - no longer a thing with solid matter or a body or thoughts or consciousness. He was only the anguish that pressed in all around him, ripping the shrieking from his chest, soaking the blankets with tears and shaking him apart at the seams - at the ends of his soul.  It was devastation and pain like he had never felt before. It was all consuming, a gaping maw of teeth and void that left room for nothing else. He was lost to it, drowning in it, soaked in the desolation and the broken, jagged pieces of his decimated world. Glass and darkness and pain - so, so much pain. In every inch of him, in every piece of everything he was - his heart, his lungs, muscle and bone. Anguish and agony and nothing, nothing else. It was like dying. 

This is the first chapter for a squeal to Did I Ruin Your Night? (Did I Ruin You?) a RadioDust fic and also my first fic in general. It takes place right after the orphaned A Fool For Lesser Things.

Mixed emotions here but I have ideas that have been knocking around for a long while and I think I can put them into words now. Looking forward to writing Angel again!

I'm going to try and get into the habit of posting WIPs every Wednesday, too. I think it will get me engaged and I enjoy sharing. Hopefully, there will be another next week!

[teyamsgrl]

Okey u said request angst so here I am! I’ve been non-stop thinking abt the idea that Neteyam left his love behind when the Sullys left for Awa’atlu. So what I’m thinking is he promises her that he’ll return and she waits and hopes, and hopes and waits and one day he appears to her when she visits the spirit tree and it’s kinda fluffy for a minute but then it sinks in that he’s never coming back to her </3

THIS SHATTERED MY HEART WTF 😭 I LEGIT CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS OH MY GAWWWWD

this is also gonna be more of a blurb style in the way of length

when will i see you again? ✧ neteyam

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, neteyam death mentions, to sum it up: sad 🫠 - yawne: beloved

it had been almost 7 months since your mate had left for awa'atlu with his family. it had been hard without him, you wanted to go with them desperately but it was something that was much easier said than done. neteyam's last words to you ring through your head each day that passes, "i promise, yawne, i will be back before you know it to come visit. i promise i will be with you again soon". you couldn't help but wonder what was happening in awa'atlu, you figured it would maybe be 2-3 months before neteyam returned for a visit, but 7 was pushing what you had assumed.

having been down in the dumps all day, you decided a visit to the tree of souls would be a good way to unwind and bring you some comfort. upon settling under the tree you grabbed your queue, examining the tendrils as they began to attach themselves to a section of the tree. your eyes flutter shut at the connection, a sigh falling from your lips.

once connected, you spot neteyam who is sitting on a rock beside a stream within the forest. you smile as you remember that this is where you first met, and he was sitting on that exact rock. your heart swells when a grin creeps onto his face, teeth showing and eyes bright. "neteyam!" you say excitedly... before it hits you. there is only one way that neteyam would be visiting you through the tree of souls; if he was dead. you begin to hyperventilate, tears pouring from your eyes which neteyam always said were sparkling.

"this- this can't be real, no no no!" you cry, hands reaching for the neteyam in your vision. "i'm sorry, yawne. this is the only way i can visit now. i'm sorry i didn't get to give you a proper goodbye before i went with eywa..." he steps closer, grabbing your hands tightly in his own. it is as though you can truly feel him, rough and large hands holding your soft and small ones. you sob more at this action, body shaking from your cries. "no neteyam, no you aren't dead no! no this isn't- no you aren't dead!" you blubber out the words while gazing at his face through your teary eyes. "i'm so sorry, i didn't want you to find out this way. i wish i was really there with you.." he whispers, hands now holding your waist gingerly. your hands grip his shoulders, digging into them as though you do not want to let this vision of him go.

"neteyam-" even uttering his name caused a sob to escape. "when will i see you again?" you whimper as you fully comprehend that you will not be able to physically be with neteyam ever again. you will never get to have his kisses or his warm cuddles through the night or his hand holds as you walk through the village together or hear his jokes or listen to his laugh. all you will have is this vision of him. "ma y/n, you can come to the tree whenever you need me, i will always be here. and when it is your time, you will be able to join me here with eywa. you will always have me, i will always be in your heart. you will never be without me, yawne"

[heartfullofleeches]

What if incel reader wants to turn a new leaf but V is making that extremely hard since he's fueling reader's gaming addiction and reader decides to leave him, albeit very reluctantly

(Angst time)

[Guys, I just got my first job! Didn't think anything would come in so soon since I just got my degree. Dont know when I'll have the time to log on, but I'll miss you. Take care.]

It happened again. This is exactly why you rarely played multiplayer anymore. Time and time again, people would detail their milestones in life, never to be seen again. New career. A baby. The list went on and on and on. It made you think about your life. Quitting your job and leeching off someone who gave you his all to play video games nearly twenty four hours a day. It's pathetic. You're pathetic- but you dont want things to stay this way.

You tried so hard to turn yourself around. Applying to jobs in the area, cutting back on your time online. The jobs never got back to you and V would remind you of a new dlc coming to a game you loved, pulling you right back in. V. You don't want to admit it. You wished for a reality where it wasn't true, but he was your biggest obstacle. His care, as well meaning as it was, was weighing you down and leaving you forever a shell of the person you were growing to be. If you wanted to get better, you'd have to let him go.

"H-hey, V. There's something I need to talk to you about. Before I start, I need to say that it isn't you. I love you, but I can't do this. Maybe, in a few years we can meet up and start over, but for now I-"

You choke. Tears flow in your reflection. You break down, crying over the bathroom sink for the millionth time. Even in practice, you can't stop yourself from falling apart. Your cries rebound against the walls, through the crack in the door where angry eyes watch as you wilt away on the bathroom floor. They're torn between comforting you, and breaking your computer to atoms. As much as it bound you to him, V always knew there was a possibility that it could tear you apart just as easily. He decides to take the third option, and quietly leaves the house.

-

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK."

V slams his fist into the steering wheel. He claws at his skin, picking at his filth ridden body and attempting to relieve his air flow as he hyperventilates. You can't leave him. You can't. He can't go back to watching you from afar, wondering how you feel beneath his touch. Having that beautiful grin directed at him. He felt horrible to see you in so much pain, but he refused to accept fault. To let you go. He just had to ease up, give you some of the freedom you so desperately craved.

-

You're sitting on the couch when he finally returns home. He uncharacteristically quiet. You rise, chewing on your lips.

"V, I-"

He hugs you. "It's okay."

Your eyes water. "No, it's not."

"I was here earlier..." He squeezes you tighter. "I heard everything you said."

By the way he shakes, you can tell he's crying too.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be... Let me help you."

"How can you possibly help?"

"My parents. They own a company. We can get you a job. Mail room, office work, it doesn't matter. We can switch off on the housework, go out more. Please...."

"I don't want to lose you, Y/n."

You crumble, sobbing like a baby as you cling onto him and use his shirt to catch your tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You've done so much for me and I was just going to leave."

V hushes you and rubs circles into your back. "It's okay, baby. You'll get better and everything will be okay. Okay?"

You sniffle as he wipes and kisses away your tears. "Okay..."

"Good. I'm gonna go take a quick smoke, but while I do, you go get dressed so we can actually go out tonight. Sound good?"

"Yeah.." You smile a bit. "It does."

"Good." V kisses your forehead and you part ways. Walking outside and leaning against the railing, he pulls put his phone and dials a number. What he didn't expect was an answer on the first ring."

"Hey, Mom?... Yeah, it's me. Listen, I need you to do me a favor. Can you give my partner a job? Nothing too crazy, just something to keep them on their toes. Give them a couple promotions maybe, then fire them in a few months. The cameras in the main building are up to date, right?"

[epicthemusical]

Divine Intervention

This one is more Odyssey based than EPIC but decided to share here anyway. newly turned god Diomedes saving Odysseus from Calypso! first part is Ody POV second part is Diomedes POV.

Odysseus stares at the body bleeding gold that is mixed with the too perfect white sand underneath. He can't do anything except stare in shock. He has tried killing her before of course he has but it never ended well for him. For all these years…and now there she is laying there defeated and broken much like how he himself felt after every night with her. How could this be.. can she truly be dead? No that's impossible she's immortal right?

He feels hands on his shoulders and he is snapped out of his shock as he scrambles back eyes wide and frantic. He sees maybe Diomedes and has to push down the instinct to apologize she never liked it when he refused her touches. He just sits there tense and on the verge of hyperventilating while Diomedes stand there with a look of hurt and grief.

"Odysseus?"

He shuts his eyes fighting back tears at the almost familiar voice ,deep and rough, so different from Calypso's sickly sweet and soft voice.Of course unless she was mad Dont think about it-. How can he believe this is real? He has been tricked so many times with illusions and dreams of Penelope besides how could Diomedes be here not only that but as a God? Does it really matter if it's real or not? After everything that has happened, with how broken he is, how could he ever face Diomedes or anyone else for that matter. He curls in on himself shame threatening to choke him.

"Odysseus what's wrong?"

He opens his eyes to see Diomedes standing closer than before looking frustrated and hesitant. He must be disappointed in him. He isn't the mischievous and trickster Odysseus that Diomedes knows, the one that smirked at any challenge, that pushes Diomedes with a grin looking forward to their constant banter. The one that helped him on rare nights often times when he was drunk and finally admitted to needing comfort. No, that Odysseus is gone now leaving only a shadow behind. A couple tears escape as he starts to cry.

He tenses at the arms that wrap hesitantly around him even as he clings to them. He fights the instinct to shy away from any touch instead trying to focus more on how rough the skin is, like a warrior, instead of the silky smooth skin she always had. The bulky muscles made strong from years of fighting and training instead of the dainty limbs of her that always trapped him close. Every difference helps convince him more and more that this is real.

"You're safe Ody, I've got you now. She can't hurt you anymore I made sure of that."

Odysseus melts into his arms and starts sobbing. He lets himself fall apart as his body shakes with each cry, releasing all the pain that has built up. For once the arms around him don't feel like a cage but he actually feels…safe with those strong and steady arms. He could always rely on Diomedes strength. He gasps out apologies as he clings desperately to him.

It's finally over, he is free now.

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Diomedes glares down at the goddess, Calypso was it? He looks away not willing to spend anymore time dwelling on her. This isn't the first divine being he has fought although this is the first one he has actually managed to kill. He instead looks towards Odysseus, finding him sitting there staring at the body. He has seen this often on the battlefield, with soldiers who have seen too much, he is in shock.

He heads over and places his hand on Odysseus shoulder only for him to jolt into action scrambling away from his touch. His eyes are wide with fear and is obviously fighting to keep breathing. Odysseus is terrified and it hurts seeing him like this. He has seen various sides angry, smug, determined to Odysseus but never has he seen him this scared. He is reminded of a skittish horse, nervous and shying away from anything and everything.

"Odysseus?"

Odysseus closes his eyes and Diomedes knows he is trying to ground himself. Who knows what he could be thinking. Of course Diomedes always had issues reading him fully but that's to be expected with Odysseus the trickster that he is but now.. Odysseus obviously failed in calming down when he curls in on himself with his eyes shut tight and lets out a broken whine.

"Odysseus what's wrong?"

He can feel the frustration creep in as he hesitates. He wants to help but he doesn't know how! He has never been good at comfort both at receiving and giving, it's not something he has known for majority of his life. He left the comforting to those who knew what they were doing like Polites. He hates hesitating, preferring to act more often than not but he doesn't want to make things worse.

One more look at Odysseus and he makes his choice, he may not know much but he has to try. He walks over and carefully wraps his arms around Odysseus and hesitates when he tenses. He is ready to pull away but Odysseus clings to him. It's like he couldn't decide between wanting touch or refusing it. What did that goddess do to make him like this? No matter, she is dead now unable to hurt him any longer.

"You're safe Ody, I've got you now. She can't hurt you anymore I made sure of that."

Finally Odysseus relaxes and breaks down into sobs and Diomedes holds him closer, more firmly. Countless apologies are said but he just continues to hold him just letting him release all the pain that has built up. Diomedes starts to relax a bit knowing that Odysseus is safe now, he will make sure it will stay that way too. He wants to know exactly what that goddess did but questions can wait for later for now he will do his best to comfort Odysseus.

He won't let him suffer alone ever again

[ilovewillem]

Whumptober day 8- Sleep deprivation

The first time Yuta slept in Inumaki’s room was out of pure necessity. His screams had woken everyone at the school for the past week, and nothing seemed to be helping. Inumaki found himself standing outside of Yuta’s room with a glass of water and a weak sedative Shoko had given him to give to Yuta, not trusting the dark-haired boy with them. Before he had the chance to knock, the door flew open.

Yuta’s lean frame was shaking, and fat tears running down his face.

Inumaki set everything he had been holding down on the floor and wrapped his arms around the other boy, shushing gently. He spoke his usual rice-ball ingredient despite not having much to say. It was far from the first time he had seen Yuta in this state, and he knew that familiar touch, voices, and scent helped ground him.

’Sleep in my room tonight’ Toge signed as soon as Yuta had calmed enough to see him. It was more of a demand than a question.

“Yeah.” Yuta nodded, whining. “Please.”

Toge left everything he had brought on the floor and dragged Yuta to his room, keeping a close eye on him. He hummed lightly, fearing that silence would frighten Yuta into an even worse state. He pushed the shaken boy into his bed and wrapped him in a blanket. It was clear that he was extremely sleep-deprived, speaking gibberish and flapping his hands wildly.

Toge did everything he could to turn his room into a safe haven. He stacked soft plush toys around Yuta and dimmed the lights. Nothing he did seemed to make much of a difference. Despite Yuta being covered in blankets and pillows, he was shivering.

As soon as his eyes fell on the pill bottles on Toge’s bedside table, he began to panic.

“No, no, no.” He hyperventilated, thrashing around and letting out weak squeaks.

“Mustard leaf?” Toge took Yuta’s hands, squeezing them. “Yuta, Yuta!” Usually, the sound of his own voice coming out of Toge’s mouth would snap Yuta out of whatever trance he was in. It didn’t seem to have any effect.

“Are you gonna kill yourself?” Yuta was inconsolable, grabbing Toge’s shirt and shaking his head.

“No!” Toge gasped, offended by his assumption. The word had no cursed energy behind it, but it still seemed to change the energy around them.

Yuta sobbed, the deep bags under his eyes bruised and black.

‘When’s the last time you’ve slept?’ Toge signed. It was clear that his boyfriend was past the point of lucidity.

It took Yuta a while to process the sighs. “I don’t know.”

‘I’m not going to kill myself.’ Toge signed and looked over at the pill bottle on his table.

Yuta’s small whimpers were weak, something that shouldn’t have been able to come out of someone so powerful.

“Oh.” Toge had never wanted to be able to talk more in his life. He grabbed Yuta’s face and shook his head. “No, no, baby.”

The pet name pacified Yuta for a fraction of a second.

‘They’re for sleep. They’re for you. You need sleep.’ Toge began to kiss all over Yuta’s face. He kissed from the top of his forehead to the tip of his chin before moving down to his neck. Yuta’s sobs slowly transformed into soft giggles.

‘Can you smile for me?’ Toge requested, loving his dear Yuta’s soft grin.

“Not yet.” Yuta sniffed and buried his head in Toge’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for assuming the worst.”

“Ikura.” Toge pat Yuta’s back, trying to get him to lift his head.

Yuta listened, fidgeting with Toge’s hand as he looked up at him. Toge gently pulled his hand away so he could sign.

‘We’ve talked about this before. I’m not mad at you at all, but I need you to sleep now. We can talk about this later. Can you tell me the last time you’ve had a full night of sleep?’

“I don’t remember.” Yuta sniffed. “I really don’t.” His voice was slurred, thick with exhaustion.

‘I’m going to give you one of the pills, is that okay?’ Toge was sure to be as clear in his signing.

��Okay.” Yuta rubbed his eyes as Toge handed him a pill and a glass of water. He sipped it slowly, trying hard not to choke. He wormed out of the blankets and wrapped Toge’s arms around him. Toge adjusted the bed to be as comfortable as possible before slipping a finger under Yuta’s chin.

“I love you.” Toge kissed Yuta’s soft lips. “So, so much.”

“M love you more.” The pill seemed to be working, slowly sending Yuta into the deepest sleep he’d had in a while.

Toge stayed awake a little after Yuta fell asleep, littering his face with the softest kisses he could manage. His heart was so full of love for the boy in his arms that it was nearly bursting. He woke up with the sun streaming through his window and Yuta still fast asleep. Toge was unable to resist smooching Yuta’s forehead, his worry lines disappearing under those lips.

“Good morning.” Yuta nuzzled into the side of Toge’s neck and nibbled on his shoulder.

Toge ran his hands through his lover’s hair, gently scratching his scalp.

“I love being around you.” Yuta giggled.

Toge knew Yuta was still tired and had no intention of letting him leave anytime soon. He pulled his hands away from Yuta and stroked his cheek, trying to make sure he was able to see what he was about to sign.

“Mhm?” Yuta hummed.

‘Let’s stay in bed. Catch up on sleep, you need that. How do you feel about that?’

“I like that idea. Will you hold me?” Yuta was so powerful, but he was so soft in Toge’s arms.

‘I won’t want anything else.’ Toge signed before wrapping himself around his boyfriend and kissing his hair.

Yuta muttered about how much he loved Toge until he passed out. He woke up every few hours to smile at Toge and poke his face. The bags under his eyes would never fully go away, but they looked less painful and more like something that could be covered with makeup.

“Pretty.” Yuta rolled onto his back, keeping his ear over Toge’s heart to listen to his heartbeat.

[base0h]

a/n - someone commented doing this with other characters and hell yeah I will 💪 this is part two of this!

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack

…are you ok?

- he’s chillin, just chillin. It’s around 3pm in your house, and you’re coming down the stairs, nothing unusual. He was actually drinking some sake in peace. You missed a step, tumbling down the stairs, your head hitting every single metal bar in the banister.

- he scrambled to his feet, running towards the stairs seeing you fall. Mf stepped out of the way 💀 no he did not save you wtf you mean 💀 you stopped when your face slammed into the door, making a hole through the wood. He was absolutely frozen in place, what the actual fuck just happened?..

- “…are you ok?”

- you perked up, staring at the hole your face made in the door as you went over to the kitchen to grab some toast. “Oh hey Zoro!” You said with a grin before he bonked your head with his fist angrily.

- “DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!”

- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! NOTHING HAPPENED!”

- …

😏 thriller bark reference muahahaha I know I’m hilarious bro 🤭

- “wait did you step out of the way when I fell? You didn’t try to catch me?!”

- “WELL- I- UH…”

- Zoro died

- if Corazon isn’t falling down the stairs then you are 😭 you both are probably THE most clumsy couple of all. No one dares to compete.

- you two were walking down the stairs, going to get some breakfast. Poor Corazon was half asleep and you were half awake. You suddenly missed a step, starting to tumble down the stairs. Everything slowed before Cora literally started screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOO” in slow motion

- yes this is an action movie

- he jumped after you, reaching for you before realizing that um. He didn’t have a hand holding onto the banister, so uh. He fell with you 😭 he tried to at least cover your fall but he ended up falling on top of you as well 💀

- “Phew- at least I protected you-“

- … you’re literally beneath his big ass 😭

- “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Y/N! I’M SORRY!”

- he frantically jumped off of you, revealing you who was smushed into the wooden floor. He started shaking you by the shoulders sobbing for you to talk to him. Doffy is watching in the corner, just asking how the fuck you guys found each other.

- Corazon also passed out after a while because of all his hyperventilating- but don’t worry he’s not on top of you lmao😭

- he knows you’re clumsy, and guess what? Mf laughs at you 💀 (tysm @needys-diary for this idea 💜) killer has more sympathy than him, your own boyfriend 😭

- you’re walking down the stairs as usual when you skip a step, flipping forward and slamming your head on each WOODEN step as you fall. You stopped right in front of Kidd and Killer who both had opposite reactions..

- “Are you- ok…?”

- “BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHSGDUFHUFHFUDBDJB-“

- you got up with ease, blood dripping down your forehead which made Killer worry.. “Um, you need a bandaid for that probably.” Killer suggested. “What do you mean killer? Y/n’s fine! Of course they are!” Kidd laughed, holding you under his arm with a proud laugh as you gave a thumbs up. Kidd then looked at your face, seeing blood drip down your nose, his expression changed.

- “oh shit is that blood?”

- Killer was actually happy that Kidd was worried for you for once, but then his hopes were quickly destroyed. “Oh perfect, I need to take a picture of this bec this is the color I want my nails. Don’t move y/n.” “Ok 👍”

- poor killer

a/n - i hate Kidd 😂

[thesandsofelsweyr]

AN APPLE A DAY

《 READ ON AO3 》

Joker teaches Jason some manners.

《RATING》 Mature 《WORDS》 839

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker, Harley Quinn, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Whump

《WARNINGS》 Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage, Teeth Pulling, Torture, Blood and Gore

《SERIES》 Part 1 of My Arkhamverse, Part 1 of Ruined

《TAGLIST》 @aaliyah-wayne @ladytauria @betty-1880 @deans-spinster-witch @hlg8 @plantixst

《NOTES》

If you enjoy the read, please consider reblogging 💚

《 ALSO ON AO3 》 (comments & kudos there are much appreciated!)

When the pliers clamp down around his front tooth, Jason shatters.

“Thank you sir! THANK YOU SIR!” he screams a blood-sputtering scream, his words slurring around the cold, pitiless metal that’s shoved into his pried-open jaws. His heart’s pounding fists against the cage of his chest, pumping fear through his veins. He prays that’s enough as he shakes like a puppy on the fourth of July. He gave the psycho what he wanted: he called the man “sir,” like some fucked-up sex roleplay. 

Joker has been punishing him for running his mouth. Again. For laughing in his pasty white face when the Party City Clown informed him that he’d be calling the freak “sir” from now on. “You can take your ‘sir’ and shove it up your ass,” were his exact words. The old Jason may not have regretted those words—that kid probably would’ve thought this agony was worth it. But that kid’s gone now, murdered by a photo. Batman had bitched at him many times for his loud mouth while on patrol. Probably yet another reason why Bruce picked a new kid for the job; why the rejected kid now has eight throbbing holes in his swollen gums.

Warm, coppery blood dribbles from the corners of his mouth, coating his busted lower lip in crimson gore. His breath’s coming in frantic pants, on the edge of hyperventilating. His armored chest full of broken ribs heaves beneath the heavy braided ropes that bind him to the wooden chair, ropes that squeeze his lungs like a giant’s fist. Nailless fingers dig into the material of his gloved palms as he balls his fists behind his back. No more, he silently prays yet another useless prayer as tears roll down his scarred cheeks. Please no more…

He’s a dumbass for holding out so long. Ten teeth—at least—gone from his mouth now. Two from the fucking crowbar, eight from the Clown’s pliers. And for what? To impress the man who left him here to rot? The man he considered his father. His partner who picked a new kid rather than bother finding the old one.

The gloved fist twisted into his matted black hair tightens, tearing at his scalp, then wrenches his head back even further, so those slime-colored eyes can bore down into his pale blue ones. “Be more specific,” Joker says casually, as if they were discussing the weather over a cup of coffee and not the eight bloody teeth scattered on the table in front of him.

“Thank you for…” His shattered mind races in circles, groping for the right words through the immense drumbeat of agony that’s consuming him.

“I think the patient needs another extraction, Doctor J,” Harley suggests in that screechy voice of hers that’s like a cheese grater over his ear drums. He cuts his eyes at her, bent in half with her elbows on the table, chin in her hands, grinning from ear to ear like some sadistic schoolgirl.

“Excellent diagnosis, nurse!” Joker exclaims, tightening his grip on the pliers.

Jason's heart drops out of his chest as molten panic engulfs him. He sucks down a gasp of air. “Thank you for torturing me!” he wails desperately, words tumbling free of his raw throat. “Thank you for yanking my teeth out!”

A heavy silence settles over the room, smothering him. He can feel his eyes snapping back and forth in his skull, futilely searching for an escape. Seconds pass like hours as he waits, terror mounting with each whimpery wheeze. Then Joker pulls the pliers free of his bloody mouth, releasing his fistful of hair.

Jason chokes out a sob as the panic loosens its grip; as relief floods in, carrying the awful pain back with it. He blinks away the stars that whitewash his vision. His jaw aches from being forced open for so long, his neck aches as he straightens. He coughs up the blood pooled in the back of his throat.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it pumpkin?” Joker croons, mussing his sweat-soaked hair before stepping in front of him. Blood red lips skin back from rotten yellow teeth. “Such a well-mannered boy deserves a nice reward, doncha think?”

No, please no… His insides twist into tight knots, dreading this “nice reward,” which probably includes more torture. He sucks in a fearful gasp as Joker pulls something from his coat, tosses it in the air once, then plops it down in front of him. His reward? An apple. The freshest, reddest, juiciest, crispiest looking apple he’s ever laid eyes on. Drool mixes with blood and trickles down his cracked lips. His hollow stomach growls and aches. After months of being fed nothing but rotten, sometimes maggot-infested food, the Clown’s giving him an apple. And the thought of biting into that delicious apple with his broken teeth and throbbing gums is enough to tear a miserable sob from his throat. 

Jason bows his head as helpless tears stream from his red-rimmed eyes. “Thank you, sir,” he whimpers.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Phantom Grin

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Bruce Wayne visits his son’s grave on the night of his resurrection. Will it change Jason’s fate, or is it all simply inevitable?

Chapters: 19/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd is Disabled, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Resurrected Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along

Chapter Nineteen: Blood Cult

Jason was drenched in sweat and shaking, hugging himself while he paced the length of Helena’s apartment while Dick explained things to Helena. “How’s he doing?” Helena asked as she looked up from a stack of English papers to point at Jason with her pen. 

“Awful. We need you to take us to the building Jason was in—.” 

“You sure you shouldn’t run a tox screen instead? Maybe his medications aren’t mixing well,” Helena suggested. Jason started gasping and choking as he pried at his throat. 

“Jason’s not delirious. He might look like he’s losing his mind, but I mean… Wouldn’t you be a little unhinged?” Dick defended him. Helena sighed and wrote down an address on a piece of paper. 

Jason looked out the window. “No, please… Give me a minute to get my head together. Please,” Jason loudly whispered. “I just. I need a minute.” Helena got up and stood behind him. Jason pressed his palms to his eyelids. 

“Maybe I should come with you,” Helena whispered. Jason jumped. “I’m gonna come with you.” 

Jason walked into Dick, hiding his face in Dick’s shoulder. Dick wrapped his arms around Jason. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright,” Dick whispered. 

“I think it was more than one girl… I can’t—. Indigo in the graveyard. The wires got crossed somewhere… Like a signal… Radio waves… In my head. I—. The bathtub. Different girl. Same person maybe,” Jason mumbled into Dick’s shoulder. 

“Okay… Jason, listen… We’re gonna crack this case. Okay, you and me—.”

Helena cleared her throat. “Helena, too. We’re here for you,” Dick reassured him. 

“We should go… We should go now,” Jason replied as he turned away and headed for the door. 

**

Helena drove them to the abandoned apartment building, and they climbed the fire escape into the window. Jason started murmuring something, and Dick touched Helena’s arm. She pushed her brows together, wrinkling her forehead. Jason dropped to his knees in the living room and held his clasped hands to the radiator. “You can’t do this. Please, my father can pay you whatever you—.” He fell face-first into the wall as if someone had taken his face into the wallpaper. Helena moved forward, and Dick stopped her. “I—. Please, you’re hurting me!” Jason shouted as his face remained pressed against the wall. He bled from his mouth and nose. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just—. Please don’t hurt me.” Helena looked at Dick. 

“Stop this,” Helena whispered. Dick shook his head. 

“Let it play out. Trust me… He’s walking us through a very real crime scene,” Dick replied. Jason’s hands dropped to his lap, and he sighed in relief. 

“Thank you,” Jason smiled with tears in his eyes. “I won’t tell anyone what happened. I promise. I just wanna go—.” He screamed as something yanked his hair. He fell backward on the ground and started clawing at nothing. His screams were muffled as he waved his hands in defense, and his sleeves tore like they’d been cut. The screams turned to hyperventilating and suppressed sobs as he slowed down, losing his ability to fight off the invisible attacker. His hand traveled to his chest, and he held the hand over his face, looking at it before something dragged him from the living room to the bathroom. It wasn’t until Helena and Dick witnessed an invisible force pull him into the tub that Helena started to believe Dick. 

She crossed herself as she stepped into the bathroom. Dick turned his cell phone flashlight on, and the tub was rusted inside. He reached into his fanny pack and chiseled some of the inner residue into an evidence bag. “Do you believe Jason now?” Dick questioned. 

Jason woke up in the bathtub, shaking and sweating as he looked around. He couldn’t see Dick and Helena. “Dick?” Jason cried. He could see women’s bloody clothes hanging all over the bathroom, Polaroids of girls alive and smiling, knives in the sink… And a man facing the mirror. He seemed so calm amid all the gore. He took off his gloves and mask. “Dick?” Jason raised his voice, hoping for an answer. 

“I’m right here, Jay,” Dick answered. 

Jason watched helplessly as the man turned toward him. Jason’s breath caught as he saw the man’s face. He knew it well. Indigo would’ve known the man, too. His mind went back to Bruce and the cult. The bodies squelched and crunched underneath him as he walked in the darkness. “ Nooooo. ” He felt the man touch his face.

“Shit,” Dick whispered as he and Helena lunged toward the tub to pull him out. Jason felt Dick’s wrist and grabbed him. 

“Where did you go? I called you,” Jason wept. Dick smoothed Jason’s hair down in the back. 

“I was here the whole time,” Dick replied. Jason coughed and sobbed. “Let’s go home. I’m gonna take you home.” 

Jason sniffed and nodded. “I don’t—. I feel dizzy,” Jason whispered. 

Dick helped Jason up. “Helena, I’ve got him. Go and start the car,” Dick whispered as he supported Jason’s weight. 

**

Bruce sat on the couch, fuming as Dick entered with Jason and Helena. “Where the hell did you take him?” Bruce asked. “I trusted you.” 

Dick set Jason down beside Bruce, and Bruce held Jason’s face up, looking into his eyes. “Jason, are you with me?” Bruce asked. Jason lay his head on Bruce’s lap. 

“It was Father Nathaniel,” Jason mumbled, “Father Nathaniel at St. Matthew’s killed those girls.” 

“What?” Bruce asked. Jason sighed into Bruce’s knee as he tried to sleep. “What is he talking about? Where did you take him?”

“The church, the graveyard, and the apartment Helena found him at. I need to go test something in the cave. Jason’s cuts will heal. Give him a few hours,” Dick replied as he sped by. Helena frowned. 

“I didn’t really believe it until I saw it for myself,” Helena replied. 

Bruce’s chest tightened as he rustled a finger through Jason’s wet hair. “I don’t like this… I don’t like what this is doing to him. I won’t lose him again. I know these girls are important to someone, but I can’t let you do this to him again. He’s in such a fragile state right now,” Bruce whispered. Helena had never seen that side of him before. Bruce looked more like a father than he ever did. The dark circles around his eyes, his tearful expression, the tightness in his throat as he spoke, and his shaking hands in Jason’s sweaty hair. 

Jason softened as his fists opened and fell loose on either side of his face. “You can go check in with Dick. I’ll watch Jason from here on out,” Bruce whispered. Helena nodded.

“Dad, do you remember—? Do you remember Deacon Blackfire?” Jason asked in a whisper once Helena left the room. Bruce sighed and made a soft noise. “Do you remember the bodies?”

“Jason—.” 

“Now, I feel like the bodies are walking through me… And it hurts inside. It hurts so much,” Jason mumbled, “I’m tired. I just want it to end. I want it all to end… It’s too much.” 

“Do you remember what you did when I wanted to give up? You stuck by me. You snapped me out of it… You saved my life, Jason. I’m not gonna let whatever this is drag you under. I’m not gonna leave your side until this is over,” Bruce whispered. 

“Dad, I can’t do it anymore,” Jason’s voice broke as he pressed his face into Bruce’s leg. “I can’t keep watching women die like that. I can’t keep feeling and smelling death. It’s inside me. Maybe I never came back at all. Maybe this is hell.”

“Jason, you’re here. You’re real, and I don’t know what this feels like for you… But, I love you. I love you enough to see this through if that’s what you need. And I love you enough to stop everyone if that’s what you—.”

“We need to give those girls justice. I can’t—. I don’t know if I have a choice in the matter either way,” Jason interrupted. And then there was silence.

[the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 32

View Kill Tino, Monsters Compounding into the Sight

Pairing: Alastor x F!OC (Theia, The Demon of a Thousand Eyes)

Chapter Summary: After learning the news from the end of the previous chapter, you choose to do the healthiest method of coping you can think of: killing Tino and then fucking Alastor and Ombre while the three of you are in your demon forms, of course.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: blood, knife, gore, murder, Valentino, body horror, tentacles, monster-fucking, cannibalism

“I’m fine, ma moitié,” you tell Alastor for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. He’s been fussing over you, doting on you, ever since you’d left Rosie’s, keeping your feet propped up and a bowl of eyeballs just within reach. Ombre, meanwhile, is still draped about you like a cape: quiet, unassuming, and refusing to let you get up off the bed. It’s as if they’re both determined to fix the problem before anything has even begun. There’s no guarantee I’m pregnant anyway, so what’s the fuss? Then you start to panic. Oh God what if I am pregnant? What would a baby that’s from both of us even look like? “I’m fine, I promise. Can you stop pacing and sit down, please?” “So much to do, nostre reine; we must prepare.” He says easily as he starts doing some measurements to add a new room onto his suite, summoning shadow minions to do the work for him. You snag his hand when he paces back by the bed. “Al, bien-aimé, please. Come sit. We don’t even know if I’m actually—” You choke on the words and start to sob without meaning to do so. “I can’t be pregnant, Al, I cone’t want a girl. I don’t want her to suffer like I have, like I will.” You can’t help it. You’ve never told anyone this, and now it’s all pouring out. Seeing you a sobbing wreck does get him to join you and Ombre on the bed, however, so he sits down beside you and pulls you into his arms. “The first one is always a girl. View saw what was in the book. I don’t need to even read it to know that. Every first child is always a girl, and she is afflicted the same way that all the rest of us are.” The rest of the words that spill out are in a jumbled panic, and you feel yourself start to hyperventilate. He shushes you and kisses your lips to quiet your trembling mouth. You kiss him back with fervor, despite your shaking form and the mess of tears covering your face. “As you just said, we don’t know if you are, and if you were, we’d have all the more reason to find this angel and break every bone in her body and tear her apart until she breaks the curse.” His antlers start to elongate and you see his eyes start to turn to dials. You shiver with excitement at the sight. Ombre, who has been silent since the words came out of your mouth in Rosie’s lounge, murmurs into your ear, “We will eviscerate that angel’s body to rid you and yours of this wretched curse, our majesty.” Your eyes flash red. “Speaking of breaking bones, I have a moth to murder.” You declare, refusing to think about your doomed future any longer, determined to turn your panic and fear onto someone you can hurt. “Nostre reine, you’re insane if you think I’m letting you out of my sight.” Alastor kisses your nose. “Who said anything about leaving it? I want you there, ma moitié. I want you to watch.” You grin wickedly and your eyes flash again.

The look on his face turns salacious and foul. Ombre vibrates on your skin, rippling in sheer eagerness. He kisses you fiercely. “Lead the way, nostre reine.” “I shudder in eager anticipation, our queen.” You pull on the collar of your dress and it changes patterns to the one you’d had the day before. When Alastor protests, you point out, “The red will contrast so well, ma moitié.” He kisses you fiercely again, and the three of you rise from the bed. 

Ombre detaches themself from you to retrieve your knife. You won’t kill Tino with it of course, but it would be fun to threaten him with it for a while. You slip the belt around your waist on which your knife is holstered. As soon as it slides into place, the eyes on the belt and sheath blink up at you. Making the decision to do what Charlie had refused to before, you open the eyes in the studio and find Valentino in the middle of shooting a scene that surprisingly doesn’t include Angel for once, but perhaps it is one of his very few days off today. You close the eyes in the studio. “Alsight this is going to be fun.” You say as Ombre wraps themself around you like a cape again. In a blink, you’re inside Tino’s studio. It takes him a moment to notice you, even as you practically manifest on top of the bed. Stupid blind moth.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Tino bellows, before he sees you. “Ojitas? What, come to lose another round of ‘who has Angel Dust?’” “Actually, Tino,” you step forward, and as he steps closer as well, he finally notices Alastor and suddenly looks nervous, “see, I made a little promise to you when I left the studio when last we spoke. Do you recall what it was?” You unsheath your knife and run your tongue along it as his eyes widen. Most of the employees of Tino’s studio bolt from the room. “M-Maestra punishes the worst ones first.” He stutters out and you smirk. “If that’s true, why is he here?” “Who?” You give him a blank look just to toy with him. “Oh, you mean Alastor?” You wave your hand dismissively as Al manifests the chair from his sitting room. Ombre drapes themself over the back of it to watch as well. “He and his equally perfect shadow are just here to watch the show.” You wink at a nearby camera without turning your head. “Vox,~” You tease from where you stand, “be a good boy and stay where you are. If you try to interfere, I’ll subject you to the same torture, just for far longer and far more painful, and I hardly see the point in that, hmm?” You see Alastor smirk, and Ombre shivers with delight again, but both their gazes stay fixed on you. You cross the room to Tino and press the blade against his neck. “Here’s how this is going to work. See, Maestra knows a thing or two, but you, my stupid little pupil, are so blind that you can’t read the board, see the writing on the wall. I see the way you look at me. I know what you want, what you can never have. Vox got the free sample platter offered because I was bored and he was easy. Alastor and his shadow Ombre, they get the full course meal and dessert because they know how to respect a lady and treat her to a good time. But you, the insipid little waste of space that you are,” you let the blade dig into his flesh and smirk harder as he flinches, as it draws blood, “this is the closest you will ever get to having even a taste of this, and I am going to kill you right here and now.” You feel a buzz of TV static and turn to the nearest camera, your knife unmoving from Tino’s throat as it digs deeper into his flesh, a larger rivulet of blood seeping from it. “Remember what I just warned you about, Vox~” You croon, “I’m only going to kill him with my bare hands. I’d never use the knife on him, no. Then he’d be gone for good, and I wouldn’t be able to kill him again. That tends to happen with angelic steel weaponry, after all.” With your free hand, you tug on your collar, and your dress shapes to cut low in the back and hug your form. Alastor’s eyes dilate slightly, but you suspect it’s because he knows what’s coming next. Your eyes flash red and your tentacles emerge from your back, freed from their confines once more. You roar, and whoever that had dared to remain in the studio up until this point finally decide to flee. 

The Thousand Eyes writhe in elation at being released. As your tentacles wrap around all six of Tino’s limbs, his torso and around his neck, you sheath the blade. “Now I’m going to tear you apart.” You say calmly, casually, off-handedly. You may be facing away from them both, but your focus is on Alastor and Ombre, who are both leaning towards you, entranced by your movements. 

If you had better control of your tentacles, you could carry this on for hours, but instead it is far quicker than you’d enjoy, the limbs acting out of the sheer thrill of tearing another victim apart.

 First his legs, one and then the other. You relish in the choked wail that bubbles from his lips, and you let his torso fall to the ground. “Having fun, Tino?” You croon to him, and he seems to be too stunned to speak from the loss of limbs and blood. “Has my pupil finally learned his lesson? Oh, my bad. I guess I forgot to tell you what today’s lesson is.” You cackle as you watch him flop over onto his four hands to try and crawl away from you, blood gushing from his wounds as he struggles to get any kind of traction on the garish purple carpet, where it will no doubt leave permanent stains. In his desperation, he drops his cigarette holder and it rolls under the bed. “Today’s lesson is: don’t break your toys. Otherwise, Maestra will break you. From now on, every day I find out that you’ve hurt one of your souls for your pathetic films, I will come here and tear you apart. Every time you die, I will wait until you respawn, and I will kill you again. You have two choices,” you say as your tentacles grab ahold of his struggling torso and pull him back towards you, “you can either learn your lesson and show your contracted souls respect,” you flip him onto his back again so you can watch his face filled with panic as a pair of your tentacles wrap around each of his wings, “or…you can give me all of your souls, since you don’t know how to play nicely.” With a wicked grin, you wrap another pair of tentacles around his lower arms. “What do you think, arms or wings next, mes rois?”

“Whatever would satisfy you greater, nostre reine.” Alastor purrs back, leaning back into his chair as he watches, one of his palms nestled under his chin on the arm.

“Wings, our queen. Wings.” Ombre insists.

You turn your gaze at them both to give a salacious smirk of your own. “Good choice.”

The shriek that bursts from Tino’s lips is a pleasure to hear. You wish you’d thought to record it so you could listen to it on command. The sound of ripping, tearing, wailing blesses your ears and you revel in the blood splatter and gush as it paints you in pretty, pretty red. You toss his wings aside unceremoniously and then wrap your blood-covered tentacles around both sets of arms.

“So, Tino,” You sing as you drag his bloody torso closer so you can turn him around and have your gaze meet Alastor’s so you’re not even looking down at the writhing wingless moth beneath you, “have we learned our lesson today?” When he doesn’t reply, you cackle darkly, “What, too broken to talk? I’m hardly done yet. C’mon, you’re always so busy with those quick words of yours. Have nothing to say? Be grateful I haven’t ripped out that tongue yet and speak. I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you bleed out on this floor, in fact.” “Fuck you, Ojitas.” He spits, and you rip an arm from his torso for his impertinence, closing the eyes in front of you as the spray hits your skin. As he wails, you rip the other half of the pair off, declaring, “Tsk, tsk, Tino. What a bad little pupil. You know what my name is.” “M-Maestra, please,” He begs, and you smirk harder. “What is it, hm? What can Maestra do for her pupil?” One of your tentacles soaked in his blood strokes his cheek, leaving his face covered in it.

“P-please, Maestra…” He coughs as you run the red-coated tentacle across his lips and nose. “...kill me.” Your laugh bursts from you with unrestrained elation. “You silly, stupid, pathetic little moth. There’s far too much fun to be had for that just quite yet, hm? Besides, someone hasn’t learned their lesson. Are you going to be a good boy and play nice with your toys, or is Maestra going to have to take them from you?” “I-” He chokes as you wrap a tentacle around his throat and squeeze gently, just for the sake of watching him squirm, “I-” He tries again as you wrap your tentacles around both of the arms still connected to his torso. “I’ll b-be good.” He stutters, and your cackle emerges from your lips again.

“See, I don’t believe you,” you declare as you tear off one of his arms so that he only has one left, “so here’s how you can prove it to me. I’m going to kill you when I decide you’ve understood what I want from you. You will respawn, and when I catch wind that you haven’t learned your lesson, I’ll just have to reteach it to you again.” You rend the final limb from his torso as you declare, ignoring his sobbing pleads, “Every time you forget to learn the lesson, it will be more painful for you to hear, and the longer it will take. You’d do well to remember that, but I know you won’t. So understand me now. There are only two options, and neither of them are pretty: play nice with your souls, or give them all to me.” Your tentacle squeezes his neck again, testing how much force you’ll have to apply to remove his head from his shoulders. “Are we understood, Tino?” Hoarsely, he gasps out, “Y-yes, M-Maestra!” “Good. Remember what I’ve taught you today, and maybe I won’t have to kill you for a third time. The second one? That’ll be just for fun.” You grin wickedly and your tentacles pull. The sound of blood and viscera and bone and muscle squelching as your tentacles behead him slowly, achingly slowly, and the blood-curdling, delightful, raw wail of a broken man hits your ears. The tentacles hold his head aloft like a battle trophy and others, as the light still holds and his mind still reels, push off his stupid heart-shaped frames and burrow into his sockets as they pluck out his eyes. “Mmm, delicious,” You say as your Thousand Eyes drop the head carelessly and bring the two eyeballs to your outstretched palm. Alastor and Ombre, who have been noticeably quiet, are watching you with an intensity you greatly appreciate as you stride across the room to them, covered in blood and all Thousand Eyes focusing on them both. You perch on Alastor’s lap and offer him an eyeball, pointedly ignoring but not unaware of the massive bulge in his trousers underneath you. He licks the eyeball into his mouth and you see him relish in the taste as you pop the other into your own, then kiss him and then Ombre fiercely. Before you can speak, before he even says a word, he wraps his arm under your legs and stand., He has the chair disappear back to his lounge, then kisses your lips fiercely as his antlers grow and his eyes turn to dials. You shiver and feel yourself drool a little at the sight as heat pools in between your legs. As he calls forth his shadows to carry you both elsewhere, you see his body increase in size and stature, his spine popping and elongating wildly. You let out a glorious screech and allow your own body to do the same as you feel yourself touch down in a field away from everything. He is a nasty, wicked, wild thing, and so are you, stories tall and jagged limbs as his own tentacles emerge from his spine. He is devastatingly handsome like this, terrible and brutal, all limbs and teeth. You want him inside you, inside your massive, writhing form.

He will break you, and you want him to, as your blood-soaked tentacles seek his own. He is on you in an instant, your gaping mouths crashing and gnashing at each other. Ombre coils out from him to bite at your flesh wherever they can reach, and one of your massively clawed hands tugs on your collar to drop your dress to the ground. Your tentacles tug at his suit and his own comply, nearly popping buttons and tearing fabric in a desperate plea to have skin to skin contact. Your massively large maw hangs open agog at the sight of the impossibly large cock before you, and drool drips from your lips as you feel yourself soak your panties, dripping onto the ground. He has never looked so incredible before, and you want him inside you already. You jump on him, knocking him over.

The ground shakes as the two of you roll together in the blood-red grass, and Ombre sinks their semi-permeable teeth into every inch of your waiting skin as they pull your panties down hips and off your feet. You feel the massiveness of him and you want him inside you, the earth trembling as your legs fall open for them both. You want them inside you again, outside in the crisp Hellish night air. All of your tentacles, all of your Thousand Eyes, reach for him as he collapses to his knees, the dirt kicked up in his wake. There is no need for much preamble or foreplay. You’re drenching the ground beneath you already as Ombre slides into you with ease. They fill you as they always have, perfectly stretching to meet the confines of your walls. 

“M̴̤͙͕̩͎͎̟͒̑̎̎͋̍͝O̴̝̹̞̠̫̒͊̍̄̔̉̂́͆̕͝Ȑ̶̙̙̿͆̏́͑͑̀͊̊̉̐̀̅̊E̸̡̛͓̹̟̮̠̬͖͓̬̹̜͊̿̃͌̄̈́̚̚͜͜͝.̵̠̙͕͉̬͗͒̔̈́̇̌̈́̏̃” 

You howl, the first you’ve spoken since you placed the eyeball on his tongue.

 “Ṃ̷̧̡̛̩̬͇̻͎̮̪̳̟̘̍͗̈́̓͑̈͂̚Ö̶͈̬̦̑̓̉̎̋͊̍́́͌͆́͘̕͝R̶̡̛͚̦̞̲̗͈̺̠͇̗̫̽́̐̊̃̍̄̈̈̊̌͠͝͠É̵̲̭͙̰͆̎̏̈́͛͜͝.̵̳͚̼̳̻̬̼̲̘̳͕̣̝͉̱͊̀̀͑̈́̀̂̇̿͘ ̶̨̢̡̢̡̧͍͈̘̬͓̩̘̪̓̇̈́̀̋͑̋̑̀̇͆̍͘B̸̙̝̯͗̆̏͑̌͌̋̈͌͝Ö̵̱́̓̎́̾͘Ţ̵̘̱̙̋́́̇́̑̅̿̚͜Ḩ̷̛͔̣̝͕̗͉̓̈́͒̏̎̈́̒̒͋̈́͜͠ ̵̢̡͕̹̦̲̟͍̞̳̦̦͛̍̄̅̕͜O̸̪̹̩̜͙͔͎̍͋̿F̵̧̩̻͖͕͎̀͒̈́͐̃̈́͗͐ ̸̛͖͐̉̒̒̎͂́͝Ỷ̶̧̡̛̛͕͚͚̺͔̤͓̲͎̀̽̑͛̓̿̈͌̈̀̀͘͝Ǫ̶̧͚̺̻̘͓̝̫͍̞̟̬̺͇͕̃̌̅̅̈́̍̏̎̇͘̚͠Ų̴̛͈̲̲͇̜͇̙̯̥̥͍̣̰̮͔͗̀́̀̍͆̈́̍́͐̇͗̍.̶̢̛̤͓̹̻͇̻̳̟̦̬̱͕̪͕̯̈́̍̓͑̾̈͊́̂͋̈́͒̌̌̚͠ ̶̛͚̪̖̻̆̀̍̍͝Ņ̷̣͓̖̜̗͎͇̞̯͕̀͐̉́̈́͒Ǒ̴̳̱̗̠͝Ŵ̵͖̰̖͉͉͔̤̈́̓̃̀̍̇̾̂̇̉͗͌̏̀̕ͅ.̸͚̭̗͗̀̓̓”

They shift, and Alastor’s massive, impossibly massive cock lines up to sheath himself  inside beside them. You howl in delight at the feeling of them both stretching you impossibly wider, feel the bulge inside your belly as you are overly full. You never want to be empty again.

“Ǫ̴͔̪̳͔̻̜̳̰͇̖͒̿̓͂̀̀̕Ư̸̢̻̮̜͕̥̟̪͖̝̐̎̏̋̆̑͒͂̅̉̾̐̈́̉̕͝Ŗ̵̤̖͓̘̝̣͉̟͚̬͚͗̀͑͋͌̊̅͋̽̅̅̎͂̀͜ͅS̴̜̹̪͚̟͙̪͍͙͙̙̦͛̃̐͊̈́͋̀̆̆͐͜͝͠”

“Ǫ̴͔̪̳͔̻̜̳̰͇̖͒̿̓͂̀̀̕Ư̸̢̻̮̜͕̥̟̪͖̝̐̎̏̋̆̑͒͂̅̉̾̐̈́̉̕͝Ŗ̵̤̖͓̘̝̣͉̟͚̬͚͗̀͑͋͌̊̅͋̽̅̅̎͂̀͜ͅS̴̜̹̪͚̟͙̪͍͙͙̙̦͛̃̐͊̈́͋̀̆̆͐͜͝͠”

They roar in unison, and you moan as Alastor’s tentacles pull you impossibly closer, one snaking into your mouth and down your throat. You gag on it and tears prick your eyes as you take it deeper. Another snakes around your hips and prods at your other entrance, and despite everything, you buck into it, desperate for more. Your own reach for him as he fills you, and you breathe through your nose as more pain hits you. You moan at the feel of it, stretching you further, deeper, than ever before. Your own slip into Alastor’s mouth and around his legs, around his balls and up to prod at his ass, wrapping around Ombre’s body in every spot you can reach. Just as he is filling you, you will fill them both. You buck your hips again and so does he. You find him sinking down onto your tentacles as he does yours, and the noises you make as you shake the ground harder echo into the night a rumble like thunder. You wonder if they’ll hear this in Lust and be jealous. It makes you moan and howl louder, determined for all of Hell to hear the joyous sounds you are experiencing. The pace they set is brutal, pounding into you, and your claws dig into his flesh as both of them do the same. Rivulets of his blood and yours are pooling together as they dig deeper, red and black spilling so prettily. One of his tentacles curls around your thigh to tease your clit and you can’t give a warning before your orgasm hits you, and you don’t need to, as their own, in unison, hits them both less than a breath later. It’s a screaming, mind-numbing orgasm, and the best you’ve ever had. You are a sobbing mess and there are tears streaming down your face. Your chest is riddled with cuts, and your neck is covered in drool. You’ve never felt more alive. The three of you collapse as your bodies return to your humanoid forms, and you find yourself curling into their sides as all three of you breathe together, panting. He is still inside you, filling you fully, fuller than ever, and still releasing his essence into you, even as he uses the shadows to carry the three of you and your clothing back safely to the confines of the bed the three of you have begun to share.

A/N: A spicy chapter that I've been looking forward to since Theia held a knife to Tino's throat. Special thanks to @selenezq for the encouragement to do the monster-fucking scene, as I was uncertain.

Chapter 33 will be kitchen sex the morning after followed by...Theia finding out that Lucifer is coming to the hotel and Dad Beat Dad.

First || Chapter 31 || Chapter 33

[whumppmuhw]

Mixing it up

contains: knives, cuts, blood, kneeling, crying, intimate whumper, violation of trust

I'm back to writing!! It's been a while so I can't say how great this is but I hope you like the idea at least!

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Whumper held Whumpee's head in place with one hand and used the other to guide her knife along Whumpee's scalp. She enjoyed the muffled whimper that followed as she imagined the look on poor Whumpee's face.

Whumpee hadn't trusted Whumper from the beginning, but she felt violated as what was usually kneeling quietly while getting her hair brushed became writhing in agony as Whumper dragged the knife along her head, over and over again. She knew something was up when she had been gagged, but dear god, not this.

She watched drops of blood run through streaks of her hair and fall to the floor, crimson beads staining the carpet. She tried to shriek as the knife passed over a spot that had already been cut, and balled her fists tighter to keep from lashing out at Whumper.

Whumper took her time making a bloody mess. She could feel Whumpee's back shiver against her and smiled. It was moments like these that made kidnapping Whumpee all worth it; nothing beat having someone to hurt at her whim. All of her creative ideas could finally come to fruition.

When Whumper was done, Whumpee's soaked red bangs fell in front of her face and blood stained tears hit her legs. She sobbed, body shaking and lightheaded from the crying and the gag. She was relieved to hear Whumper finally set the knife down on the end table.

Whumper's voice was gentle when she spoke. "I thought I'd mix it up today," she cooed as she began running fingers through Whumpee's hair, tugging softly. "I know you like the routine, but what can I say? Inspiration struck."

Whumpee continued to cry, so Whumper leaned down to rub her arm. "Was that too much for you?"

She nodded in response. Not that you would care... she thought, while still leaning into Whumper's touch. Any comfort she could get in a place like this was better than nothing.

"Let's go back to brushing hair then, okay?"

A flicker of hope sparked inside Whumpee, at the promise of a better tomorrow, but it halted. Whumper wouldn't just leave it here, would she?

Whumper lifted her hands as Whumpee knelt frozen and confused. She picked up Whumpee's hairbrush that rested next to the knife and held out a large strand of Whumpee's hair with the other hand.

She began brushing, pushing against Whumpee's scalp, blood finding its way to every single strand of hair. Whumpee tried to scream, and she laughed. "Dear, I thought this is what you wanted."

"Mrrph!" No!

"Oh, well. Your hair still needs brushing. Is it painful?" She moved all around Whumpee's head, irritating every cut.

Whumpee didn't answer, fixated on the pain.

Whumper pushed harder, untangling knots and Whumpee's tolerance. Whumpee whipped around to grab the brush out of her hand, but she lifted a leg and easily kicked Whumpee to the floor.

"Stop that-" Her voice was drowned out when Whumpee tore off the gag, sobbing and hyperventilating. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee only stopped wailing when Whumper stood up and stomped her foot on Whumpee's mouth.

Whumpee froze, quickly trying to pull herself together to avoid any other conflict.

"Stop crying, now. Else I'll cut your whole body before scrubbing it raw in the bath." Her tone was harsh, and Whumpee looked up at her, petrified. "How am I supposed to deal with a brat like you when you're so difficult?"

"I'm s-sorry." Whumpee looked up with pleading eyes. "Please stop."

She grinned with a fire in her eyes. "Oh, I'm not finished yet." She grabbed Whumpee's arm and the gag, and pulled Whumpee up back to the couch. "After I finish your hair, how about the bottom of your feet?"

[stargazer6969]

!Trigger Warnings!:

Fluff, Cussing, and SH

Chapter 3 of Halloween Night

Chapter 3

That same night, I was in bed, sobbing into my pillow. God, this shouldn’t hurt so much but it dose! It’s just a stupid high school crush but for some reason it hurts like hell. I feel stupid for even liking him, I feel stupid for even thinking he liked me, I feel stupid for even going to that party! The more I think about it, the worse I feel. I feel as if there someone suffocating me, because suddenly I can’t breath. My room is filled with my sharp gasps as I hyperventilate, and I quickly stand up from my bed and move to my closet. I pull out a lego box that I still have from when I was younger and desperately dig through it until I finally find it- a sharp piece of broken glass. My hands are shaking, making it hard for me to hold onto it so I tighten my grip until my knuckles turn white and my fingers begin to bleed. I roll up my sleeve and slice the glass through my skin.

Blood seeps from the cuts like raindrops rolling down a window as I slice three more cuts through my skin. Then another. Then another. Then another. I dont stop until my arm is more blood then skin, and until I’m numb- numbness, a feeling I know all to well. I dont crave it, I dont yearn for it, but its better than sadness. And what better way to numb myself than slicing through my own skin? The next day I wore long sleeves.

I see Matt walk up to me, a small smile on his face as if nothing had even fucking happened. “Hey!” He says, his white teeth showing as he greets me with a smile. “Hey,” I respond, burning a fake smile on my face. “So, me, Chris, Nick, and Anna are planning on going to this carnival! You wanna come? Chris is inviting anna right now”

”Sure, what time?”

”This Saturday around noon, so probably 12. You in?”

”Mmmmm, yeah, why not!”

”Great! Ill pick you up at 12!” He says before walking off.

IM PACKING UP EVERYTHING I might need in a small bag when I hear Matt honk his horn right outside my house. I walk down the stairs and out the door as Matt steps out of the car, opening his arms to greet me with a hug. “Hey!” He says, his tone exited. I wrap my arms over his shoulders and I feel my face heat up as his arms wrap around my waist. He lets go and thank god he doesn’t see the pink on my cheeks as we start walking to the car. Chris is sitting in the passenger seat, while Nick, Anna, and I sit in the back. I was anxious at first to go, but we all started talking and things seemed…normal. It hurts but I like it at the same time. Eventually, we get to the carnival, and as I step out of the car I'm hit in the face with the strong aroma of deep fried food. A wide grin creeps across my face at the smell so familiar to me. Carnivals were always nostalgic to me since my dad and I always used to go to them when I was younger.

The first few hours are a blast. We ride rides, we eat tasty snacks and small treats, and the day is filled with laughter. It almost makes me forget about the party, until we're all sitting down on a small picnic table to take a break to eat a real meal instead of snacks. Nick got a hotdog, Chris got a meatball sub with Pepsi, and Matt got a chili dog while me and Anna shared a bucket of cheese-fries since neither of us were that hungry. “Guys, I cannot get over that Halloween party!” Nick says. Me and Anna look at each other and back at Nick as he keeps talking. “God I had, like, the best time! And the host, Samantha, was so nice! I got wasted and she stayed with me while I threw up. She even drove me home! God I love her, she’s such a queen.” He says, not knowing what happened at the party between me and Matt.

Anna, like the amazing friend she is, tries to change the subject. “So guys, I was thinking that after this we could all go back to my house and-” Matt cuts her off “I guess so, but that party was kinda mid if i'm being honest” He says as if Anna wasn’t even talking. “I mean, I got kinda tipsy and made, like, the WORST decision of my life!” He says through laughter as I feel hot tears begin to form in my eyes.

“Yeah? What’d you do?” Nick asks, amusement and curiosity clear in his tone.

“Get this, I kissed Amber!” He says through laughs.

“No fucking way!” Chris exclames

“I know right! When I woke up the next morning and I realized what I did I couldn’t stop cringing! I mean, could you imagine? Me and amber” He says through obnoxious laughs. While he was laughing, I was blinking back tears as my sadness slowly turned into anger.

Without any warning I stand up, my hands balled into fists as I shout “Oh, was it really that bad?!” My knuckles begin to turn white, but I keep my eyes focused on Matt’s icy blue eyes that I once loved, but now despised. “God, Matt, I throw hint after hint after hint in your face in your still oblivious! I like you, matt! Is that so hard to understand?! Or at least I used to before I learned what a piece of shit you really are! I mean, even if I didn’t have feelings for you, who just keeps going on about regretting that they kissed someone! You know what? I’m done, matt. I’m done with you, I'm done with your stupid jokes, I'm done. I’m just done. Do you know how exhausting it is to find someone that you really like, only to watch them degrade you and embarrass you? I’m leaving, and I don't think I ever wanna see you again.” I say as hot tears begin to stream down my face like lava seeping out of a volcano. I turn around and walk away, not even looking back.

[angel-gone-dark]

He’s Got His Mother’s Hips - 4 [Lights Out]

CWs: Death, awkward ass interactions, leigh is legit having a breakdown for half of this

The cards were powerful. 52 of them, completely controlled by the will of Leigh. April whooped with glee every time the effects would cause some sort of shenanigans. Leigh exploded a dumpster or three, the friends giggling at the loud bang and eruption of garbage.

Their commotion attracted a visitor. As they caught their breath on a rooftop, Mysterion landed near them.

“Petit Mort. Who is this?”

“He can talk, you know.” She sassed back, umbrella held defensively. Mysterion sighed and turned to Leigh.

“Name. Now.” The shorter man grinned, hands up in mock defense, as he approached.

“Me? I’m nobody important, big guy. I’m just Heartless.” He grabbed Mysterion’s hand in a handshake, grinning cheekily. “Heard a lot about you. It’s quite an honor.”

“You’re causing trouble.” He yanked his hand away harshly, a snarl in his voice and on his face. “Go home.”

“Oh, home? We just came out, really that would be such a shame…” Leigh trailed off, shuffling his cards in his hands. “See, I have a better idea.”

“Wha-?!” Mysterion gasped. Before he could blink, Heartless had made a staff with his cards and sent him plummeting to the ground. He grabbed at his side for his grappling hook, and-

Splat. Leigh looked downward horrified, yanking off his mask to gape down at what he’d done.

“No, no no no no.” He hyperventilated, looking teary eyed at April as he pulled up his mask. “Who… who is…” he choked out.

“…Kenny.” She swallowed hard, not daring to look for herself. Leigh dropped to his knees and wailed.

April pulled him up as he sobbed, dragging him back to his. He was exhausted from crying. She ensured he was safely inside before going to her house- and anonymously reported the body.

── .✦

Leigh’s mom forced him out of bed the next morning. He looked like shit, and didn’t even bother to bind. Just changed himself into cleaner pajamas to go to school in. He stood at the bus stop, nearly nodding off. Every time he felt like collapsing, the sight of Kenny’s body would scare him awake. The way his legs twisted. The blood. Leigh felt like vomiting.

Kyle felt a little relieved every time he saw Leigh standing there. Someone else sane that his friends hadn't scared off yet. His brows furrowed at the sight of the boy today, however. He looked awful, deep bags under his eyes and hair tangled in a fucked up ponytail. He was pale and trembled, resembling something like a crumpled tissue in the wind.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, voice soft. Leigh jumped and looked at him with wide hazel eyes.

“F-fine. You?” He averted his gaze back to his feet.

“I’m good. Um, y'know you can talk to me. If you ever need it.” He sighed, not wanting to press the issue.

“Yeah. Thanks, Kyle.”

Before any more words could be said, Stan and Eric were at the bus stop, and the moment was gone.

── .✦

Leigh leaned his head on his hand, zoning out in class. Kyle kindly took a second set of notes for him, figuring that he would need them.

The door opened and both lazily looked up.

“Sorry I’m late.” Kenny panted. “I missed the bus.”

The teacher excused him to his seat. Leigh bore holes in the side of his head, trying to decide if this was real or if he had fallen asleep during the lecture. He swallowed hard and wrote a note, passing it over.

‘how?’

Kenny raised a brow at him quizzically and replied in the same fashion.

‘how what?’

‘how are you not dead?’

Kenny choked on air. He looked at the other boy with the widest eyes, excusing himself to the bathroom and sending Leigh a pointed look to excuse himself yoo. He did.

“You remember.” Kenny said, glancing underneath stalls for any stragglers as he locked the door.

“W-well, no. I mean, look. I walked up on your body while going on a walk last night.” He lied, hands shaking. “I called the cops about it. I had to watch them scrape you off of the pavement, Kenny.”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like that.” He relaxed. There’s no way the sniveling and trembling boy before him was a villain, let alone the one who killed him. “I.. I’m okay though. I always come back, okay? No need to worry about me.”

Leigh sniffled, nodding as Kenny held him by the cheeks to kiss his forehead. The small boy clung to him for at least three minutes before he let go.

“I’m happy you’re okay, Kenny.”

“Me too, Leigh.”

── .✦

Lunch was as usual, except April and Leigh huddled in a corner of the hallways to talk.

“He what?” She exclaimed. “There’s no fucking way.”

“Keep your voice down. And I swear to you, it happened.”

“Okay, let’s say I believe you. Who else would remember?”

“Other than him? I have no clue. Butters and Cartman are his best friends, right?” April scoffed.

“I wish they weren’t.”

“Hey-” Leigh started, cutting himself off as Butters made his way by. He sent a look to April before walking with the lanky blonde. “Hey, Butters?”

“Yeah Leigh?” He beamed, happy-go-lucky. “Whatcha need?”

“I know something.” Butters’s face fell into a grimace.

“Meet me at the U-Stor-It. Tonight. Unit two hundred twenty three.”

He walked off, mood returning to joyful as he went to lunch. Leigh stood baffled, looking at a smirking April.

“You just got a date with Chaos.”

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