#i just want to go into a cold dark closet and cry for a minute and then i’ll be good

[sharkieboi]

it’s only 8am and I’m already fighting to not have a hashtag Autism Meltdown at work because they changed out my computer for a completely new and different one over my weekend and it’s too hot in the kitchen and I can’t find the fan and I’m sweating so uncomfortably I want to die

[think-like-a-poet]

Take me back to the night me met

Part 1- Traitor

Part 2- You are here

Part 3- I bust the windows out your car.

Ex Charles Leclerc x Singer Fem!Reader

Summary: Charles faces the consequences of his actions. You both look back at your relationship.

wc: 1272

With the McDonalds in your hands the three of you drove off to the Hotel in Nice where Pierre and Kika were staying.  "Was it something I did. Am I not good enough?" You had broken down the moment you exited Monaco. Stuffing fries in your mouth you hoped to stop the crying. "Don't say that, you didn't do anything wrong. Sometimes people just want to ruin a perfectly good thing and that will never be your fault. Remember that." she stroked your shoulders in encouragement to help calm you down. 

"Did he say anything to you Pierre. Anything that would have led to this." You cried out. His heart broke at the sight of you. "I don't know why Charles would do this, but I will figure it out. From everything i heard that men was head over heels for you and I know that he did a future with you. I want to know what changed his mind and fucked everything up." Pierre sounded angry. He wanted to slap his friend in the head hoping he would find his brain back. How could he want to lose the woman he spent the last five years with? 

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A couple of kilometers away Charles had arrived at is apartment. The minute he saw the photos online he had booked a flight from Sicily and flew back to Monaco. He knew he couldn't explain it over call. He knew you would hang up on him or don't even pick up the phone. He couldn't blame you. 

He did have a work meeting planned but it got cancelled last minute. Some of is colleges had invited him to the yacht part and he couldn't say no. He forgot to tell you about the change of plans. He also forgot how much alcohol he had consumed and after he knew it he had fucked up everything that had happened the last five years. He knew the alcohol wasn't an excuse, but he did regret everything. He didn't plan for this to happen. 

When he opened up the door he was taken back by the cold sfeer of the home. He knew that you left. He felt it. Walking through the apartment he saw that your things were missing. The bookshelf was almost fully empty, only his own books were still placed on the dark wooden shelf. Plants were missing and he didn't see your guitar. Walking into the bedroom he saw the closet only filled with his clothes. Some of your pieces were on the ground, probably not able to pack them in your bags. Tears felt his eyes as he screamed his lungs out. "Putain, fuck, fuck, fuck. No, please don't leave." he slid to the ground as he put his knees to his chest. 

His eyes were puffy and red by the time he finally managed to calm himself down a bit. The tears were dried to his face by the time he looked up from the ground. His eyes landed on the picture on the nightstand. It was you two together at his first Monaco grand prix. He love that picture more then anything and right now he wanted to smash it to pieces. 

He didn't know what to do. He needed someone to talk too, but he knew he didn't have anyone. He had seen a note on the table from Pierre, saying that he didn't have to call because he wouldn't pick up. He couldn't talk to his family, they would only scold him for this. As he deserved. The only option he had was Max. Before he knew it he had walked out of his apartment and towards the Dutchman's home. Hoping he would have good advice for him. 

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Pierre looked up at the sound of his phone ringing. A confused  look  made a way on his face when he saw that it was Max verstappen calling. That didn't happen often anymore. "Hello Max. What is it?" the other side of the phone was silent and Pierre taught maybe it was a butt dial. He waited for ten seconds more before the dutch man started to speak. "Hi, Sorry. Can you please tell me what is going on. Charles is crying on my couch and I don't know what to do." 

Pierre's heart broke a bit knowing his friend was in pain, before remembering that he was the one that caused all of this to happen." Charles thought that it was a good idea to go and kiss another woman, that isn't his girlfriend. I think he right now comes to terms with his actions." He explains to the world champion who lets out a heavy groan. "Why did he do that. Why is he acting like it isn't his fault? He does keep asking about her, so please just tell me you know where Y/N is." Pierre tells him that he had picked you up the moment he figured out and that you were right now crying your heart out to Kika. "Please get to know why he did it?" 

"Who was it?" Kika asked her boyfriend. "Max. Charles is in his home crying his heart out because of his stupid actions." Your head snapped up by the sound of Charles. Was he sad?  Good he deserved to be. He is the one that screwed everything up. "What an ass whole is Charles. His red flag is redder than his Ferrari."

As if it was on cue your phone started ringing. It was Charles. Charles Leclerc the man who broke your heart was trying to reach out for you. "Don't pick up. Let that man hurt." Kika grabbed the phone out of your hand. He tried another time and again, before starting to text you. Messages were filling your inbox so fast that you wanted to know what he was saying. "Just let me read them. I won't answer."

Charles<3

-I am sorry

- Please just pick up the phone

- Can we talk

- I didn't mean for this to happen

- I love you Cheri

- Please, just talk to me

- I can explain

-> read

- Don't leave me

- We didn't built all of this for nothing

- I can see that you read them

- J'taime

- Cherie please

- Y/N please just let me explain myself

- promise it is not what it looks like

Your heart ache with the feeling that maybe it was all fake. Maybe it didn't happen. "I just wished this never happened. That this was all some kind of nightmare and that I woke up with him next to me. I want to go back to the moment that I met him and do things differently, hoping he doesn't end everything. Why can't it be like the past." You sniffled.  You think back about how you met Charles. It was the end of 2017. You had been lost in the mall of Monaco and asked a stranger for help. That stranger turned out to be Charles Leclerc, the formula 2 championship winner. You had been in love the minute your eyes landed on him, it being the same for him. You were both young, but knew that you wanted to spend time with each other. At the end all of it was for nothing. 

All that time you spent together. The dates, the conversations, the sacrifices. It was all for nothing. Just because he had to ruin it by kissing another woman. You hated him for that. That he threw everything away that you had worked for. You want to be hurt the same way that you were feeling right now. You smile a bit when you get an idea in your head. "The positive look from this is. I finally have the inspiration to write a new album. And it is going to be completely dedicated to the man who broke my heart."

Part three is coming

[froggibus]

Jason Todd (any version) x reader (preferably female) where Jason helps reader through an anxiety attack? Or a panic attack, if that's easier for you. And with as much fluff as possible, please?

Chilling Out - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: during a party at Wayne manor, you have a panic attack, but Jason knows just how to help you

CW: panic/anxiety attacks, tight spaces (but no claustrophobia), crying, general anxiety (O7), hurt/comfort, mentions of past trauma & triggers, soft!Jason, they get ice cream, i promise it ends very wholesome. lmk if i missed anything

i haven't wrote DC in a hot minute but this request was too cute not to write. im so soft for soft Jason!! also shoutout to my trog for helping me come up w a title bcs i am dumb today. anyways hope you enjoy <3

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Jason knows very little about your past. Or at least, the bad parts of your past. You were always hesitant to share that part of your life with anyone, and Jason was never one to pry. 

Even if he didn’t recognize the trigger, he recognizes what comes next. 

That vacant, scared look on your face. The rapid, shallow rise and fall of your chest. He notices the way you’re almost shaking, the way your eyes dart around the room looking for an escape. 

You lose more and more air with every breath. The manor is absolutely packed with guests for Bruce’s most recent gala, and having so many people in so little space is overwhelming. You dig your nails into your palms. I have to get out. 

Jason is frozen across the room from you. He’s torn—stuck between running to you and wrapping you in his arms and never letting go, or letting you be and giving you the space you need to calm down. He knows if the roles were reversed, he’d want to be left alone. He’d go and hide in a comforting space and try to regain control of his thoughts. But you’re not him. 

He blinks and you’re gone, tearing away from the main foyer and escaping into the safety of the house. 

You collapse in the closet of a random room. The darkness accepts you into his arms, surrounding you like a blanket. You squeeze your eyes shut and contract all of your muscles, trying to force air back into your system.  

Jason doesn’t realize he’s following you until the cold air of the grand entrance hits him. You’re completely out of his sight now, having disappeared into one of the many rooms of Wayne manor. He pinches the bridge of his nose—where could you possibly be?

He starts searching the rooms on the ground floor, careful not to be too loud and accidentally startle you. After none of the rooms on the ground floor turn up anything, he starts to climb the stairs. He only makes it two steps before he hears a sob that sounds a little too familiar.

He backs up, eyes locked on the closet that Bruce keeps winter coats in. It’s tucked just out of the way of any prying eyes, at the end of a hallway near Bruce’s study. It’s quiet, enclosed and of course, dark. The perfect spot to hide in. 

“Y/n?” He keeps his voice soft and even, kneeling just outside of the closet. 

You sniffle in response, strained gasps echoing off the walls of the closet. How did he find you? How did he know?

He slowly pulls open the door, giving you enough time to hide your face or protest if you need to. A sliver of light from the hallway breaks through the darkness of the closet and illuminates your face. Jason’s heart breaks at the sight.

Poor thing. All teary eyed and wet cheeked, shaking like a leaf at the bottom of an old closet. He shakes his head. This won’t do.

 “Hey, hey,” he says, “it’s safe here. It’s just us. Just you and I.”

You hear his words but it’s hard to register anything in your panicked state. Your breathing stays erratic, your heart beats so hard you’re scared it will burst. You can see Jason through the black spots and tears, but just barely. He looks more like a broken mirror than a person right now, but it’s Jason.

“Are you okay if I touch you?”

As soon as you nod, Jason is pulling you into his lap and shutting the closet door to return you to darkness. Strong arms hold you close to his chest and his scent surrounds you. 

“Close your eyes, okay? Focus on your breathing, focus on what you feel, not what you think.”

You try to follow his instructions, managing to relax enough to shut your eyes. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, the steady bump of his heartbeat, his hands resting above your belly button. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent filling your nostrils and reminding you that he’s really there. 

Jason keeps himself sturdy. He keeps his breathing steady and his hands still. You need stability right now, and Jason is going to be the one to give it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to hold you for an hour, or even the entire night. All he cares about is you.

Your breathing starts to steady and the burning in your chest fades. You try not to push yourself—taking slow, gentle breaths. 

“Feeling better?” He asks, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you’re sitting in his lap, in his arms, in a dark closet.

“Y-yeah,” you say, “I think so.”

He nods. “Great to hear.”

Jason awkwardly adjusts so that he can stand, opening the closet door. He reaches a hand out to you. “How about we ditch this thing? We get rid of these stuffy clothes, take a ride on my bike and get some ice cream?”

Jason almost bursts at the genuine smile that fills your face. It’s like clouds parting to let the sun rays through—a reward after seeing you break down in his arms.

“That sounds great,” you accept his hand and let him tug you to your feet. “I’ll go get changed.”

Ten minutes later and Jason is waiting at your door, having traded his suit for jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready to go?”

He takes your hand in his and leads you downstairs, out of the backdoor and to the garage where he parked his motorcycle. He helps you do up your chin strap, calloused hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your neck. 

You mount the back of the bike, your feet barely scraping the ground. Jason puts on his own helmet and climbs in front of you. He revs the bike, “you should hold on.”

You lean forwards awkwardly and wrap your arms loosely around his waist. Jason seems satisfied with this and takes off. As soon as the bike lurches into motion, your grip tightens around him. You swear you hear him laugh.

The cool night air feels nice on your once clammy skin, the familiar smell of the city surrounding you. Jason drives carefully, or at least, more carefully than he usually does. You can tell he’s making a great effort to keep you comfortable.

You relax into him, feeling the curves of the bike as you make your way into the city. The streets of Gotham fly by, amber streetlights casting the whole street in a soft glow.

You feel almost disoriented when he brings the bike to a stop in a parking stall next to the ice cream parlor. The sudden cease of motion leaves you feeling like you’re still moving, and you have to wait a minute to get your bearings.

Jason puts down the kickstand and climbs off of the bike, hanging his shiny black helmet from the handlebars. “Here,” he offers you a hand and helps you down.

Your knees shake slightly but you find your balance. You take off the helmet and set it on the seat of the bike where you just were.

“So, what’s your go-to flavor?”

You smile. Jason has never been one for small talk, and he’s definitely never been as gentle as he’s being now. You melt at the idea of him being extra careful with you.

“It’s so hard to decide, honestly,” you admit. “I usually get the same thing every time, but sometimes I want to switch it up, you know?”

He nods, “I’m usually a mint chocolate chip or rocky road guy myself, but I like to mix it up sometimes.”

You spend almost five minutes discussing ice cream flavors with Jason. It doesn’t help that this particular place boasts over 100 flavors, and all of them sound equally delicious. Finally, you manage to decide and step up to the counter to order.

You order your ice cream, but before you can pay, Jason steps up behind you and places his order with yours. You go to protest, but the man is already tapping his card.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly.

“Hey, if I invite you out for ice cream, don’t expect to pay.”

You get your ice cream and settle down at one of the picnic benches in the parking lot. It’s a nice, warm night, and there’s not very many people around. Usually you’d be afraid to be out this late in Gotham but having Jason around just settles your nerves.

“Thank you for tonight, Jay. It—it really means a lot to me that you helped me.”

You swear his cheeks tinge red. He looks at you seriously, “anytime. Seriously, if you ever need me, no matter what, just call me, okay? I’ll be there for you in a heartbeat.”

His words almost have you tearing up again. Seeing Jason so soft, so kind and caring—it just makes your heart flutter. He reaches across the table and squeezes your hand reassuringly. 

A peaceful silence falls over the table as you finish your ice cream. Jason never takes his hand away from yours, and you’re not quite sure you want him to. If you could live like this, with him, in this moment forever, you’re sure you’d never have another panic attack again.

[rezwrites]

Playground

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Reader/Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Wanda has to go out of town for a bit, leaving you in Natasha’s care.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Stockholm Syndrome, Sensory Deprivation (blindfold, noise-canceling headphones, handcuffs), claustrophobia (locked in a closet) threat of bodily harm, cursing, hair pulling, semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation

Masterlist :: Series Masterlist

Natasha was around a lot more since that night at dinner. Unfortunately, because of that you started to act out. You didn’t like that she invaded your space, or was even in the same room as you. Not to mention when she hovers over your cage when try to take your afternoon naps. Wanda scolded you whenever you refused food from Natasha, always pushing the plate away not eating until Wanda gave in and fed you.

Wanda had only tolerated your misbehavior around Natasha because she thought you just had to get used to her. Natasha had offered to make dinner, your favorite. Neither of them thought you would throw the plate of food at Natasha’s feet as she walked back to the counter. Natasha just stood there stunned, while Wanda pushed you up the stairs by the back of your neck.

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“Want to tell me what’s wrong, Bunny?” You just huffed, pushing your face further into your blanket trying to ignore the stinging pain of your ass from Wanda’s spankings, knowing you messed up when you saw her pull out the wooden paddle. Wanda was so disappointed that she had to use something more effective to get you back in line, but you could see the thrill behind her eyes that she got to punish you. You mumbled out that you didn’t that you didn’t like Natasha, that you didn’t want to call her Mama.

“Well you better start because she’ll be watching you when I leave. I’ll be gone for a week.” Shaking your head you begged her not to go, profusely apologizing for dinner. Cupping your face in her hands through the bars she cooed, ”I have to go, Bunny. Don’t give me those tears, and if hear of anymore misbehavior,” she roughly gripped your jaw, “I might have to find a way to permanently keep you obedient.”

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Wanda had woken you early before the sun rose, bringing you downstairs to your playpen, settling you in a makeshift bed. You clung to her as long as you could before she lulled you back into a deep sleep, tucking you under your star blanket.

“Eat your breakfast, Bunny.” Natasha ordered as you stared at your plate. Hearing her voice only made you grumpier. First, she had gently shook you. Responding by groaning and pulling your blanket of your face. She had returned every few minutes, each time pulling you out of your half conscious limbo. Natasha got fed up and raised her voice, startling you out of a sweet dream about Wanda. The second you smashed the plate by her feet you snapped. Standing up yelling at her to leave. Stomping your foot, crying that you wanted Mommy, all while she looked at you with a straight face. Slowly standing up, a smug smile creeped onto her face, “Oh, you have gotten so bold, Bunny.”

Pain twisted onto your face as Natasha’s hand flew to your hair. Tugging you up stairs into the bedroom, throwing you against the chest that sat at the foot of Wanda’s bed. “Don’t ever fucking talk to me like that again!” she roared, kneeling on your back, digging into the chest. Natasha wrestled your hands into handcuffs, before cuffing them to your ankles, making you bend forward so much that your ears were touching your knees. Once the blindfold was on you begged her to take it off, only to be unable to hear anything when she secured headphones over your ears. Wriggling and screaming with everything you have as you were dragged on the floor. You were shoved in somewhere small, the cold drywall touching you, feeling the door of the space vibrating as it was slammed shut. Pounding your body against the door, screaming for Natasha let you out. You pushed your body against the door as much as you could before giving up. Hanging your head you focused on your breathing, trying to slow down your heart beat, attempting to keep yourself centered. Your mind drifted to the box, not having been in a tight enclose space since then. You thought about how lonely it was, time stretching and warping around your mind. Relief filled you when you finally felt vibrations of footsteps growing stronger, stopping just before the door.

“M-mama?” You felt the soreness in your throat, not knowing if she could hear you, “Can I please come out? I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” You started falling when the door was opened, Natasha catching you before you hit the floor. Wanting to cry when she took the headphones off, being able to hear Natasha’s heart beat as she held you.

“Tell me why you’ve been misbehaving,” she commanded softly as she unlocked the handcuffs, helping you sit up.

“It’s not just Mommy and me anymore. It’s different now.” You mumbled, pressing your face in her chest.

“I only want to take care of you, Bunny, but I won’t hesitate to punish you and remind you of your place.” Regaining your sight you saw that you were in front of the storage closet at the end of the hallway. Scooting into her arms nodding, “I’ll be good, I promise.” Carrying you back to the kitchen you caught sight of the time on the microwave. You had only been in the closet for half an hour but it felt like an eternity. Natasha put you down and served you another plate of food, making sure you ate it.

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The next few days passed in a flash. Natasha would set up your playpen in the office while she worked so you could watch the fish, only stepping in after asking. You took all her meals without a fuss. She even got you a new toy to keep you occupied, a small chewy lettuce head that squeaks. Falling in love with it instantly, you obsessively chased the squeaker that moved around.

Today was unexpected. Instead of going to the office after breakfast Natasha dressed you up, packed a picnic bag, and put you in the car, kissing your temple as she secured your seatbelt. The car hummed to life before Natasha pulled out of the gravel driveway. She placed a hand on your thigh, noticing your quickened breath, looking over to see you scanning the trees frantically. Pulling off to the side she laid your seat back to let you lay down, grabbing your blanket from the back to cover you. Natasha held your hand as she drove on. The ride was peaceful, Natasha jammed out to the radio the whole time, her braids swinging wildly as she bopped her head to the music.

Natasha squeezed your hand, signaling that you could get up once she stopped the car. Sitting up you saw that you were at an old park, surrounded by trees. It was an open space with a treehouse like play area in the forefront, a concert walking trail that loops around the park and breaks off into the trees, and tree resting on the hill in the back overlooking the park. “It’s alright, Bunny. No one is here, nobody will see you,” Natasha voice calmed you as she helped you out of the car.

Natasha laid out the picnic blankets and food while you looked large sturdy oak tree above you in admiration. You noticed how many carved marks and hearts it had around its trunk, and wondered how many things it’s seen in its lifetime. Pulling you into her lap, Natasha began to feed you, making sure you ate the vegetables first. Wanda had warned Natasha that the only way you would eat your vegetables is if you have sweet fruit to chase them.

After you finished, Natasha made you lay down so your stomach could settle before she let you play around the park. You focused on the way the leaves shook in the gentle breeze, enjoying the fresh air. Creaking drew your attention to the swing hanging from the other side of the tree. Running over, calling for Natasha to push you. Hurriedly packing everything up, she ran over and started pushing. Each time you got higher and higher until the top of your head was almost reaching the branches.

“Too high!” You fussed dragging your feet to slow down, Natasha catching you. The swing came to a full stop, Natasha cooing that she’s got you. Maneuvering to where she was sitting down, allowing you to wrap yourself around her while she slowly swung, rubbing your back. Natasha kissed a trail from your temple to your lips, her honey-cherry chapstick sticking everywhere she kissed. Continuing her trail down your neck she pulled your shirt down revealing the healed WM on your collarbone, lingering a kiss there, “We’ll have to update this, won’t we?” A frown broke out on your face remembering how much it hurt when Wanda made that, dreading to go through the pain and healing process again. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt as much this time,” attaching her lips to yours Natasha slipped her fingers under your plaid sky-blue skirt, running them up and down your slit swallowing the tiny noises you make.

She mentally thanked Wanda for the no underwear rule. Your hips stuttered when she teasingly brushed your clit, her low sultry chuckle filling your ears. Her fingers eased themselves into you, quickly finding your spot. Whimpers and groans left your lips as you buried your face in Natasha’s neck out of embarrassment. Blood rushed to your ears as you rocked yourself on her hand, her palm rubbing your clit deliciously. “Look at you, Bunny. Mommy was right when she called you a slut,” Natasha picked up her pace, lightly placing a kiss on the shell of your ear. Whining loudly as you picked your pace, chasing your high. Natasha was on cloud nine hearing a sharp Mama fall from your sweet lips as you fell apart in her arms, your body trembling in the aftershocks.

Natasha continued trying to bring you to the brink again, wanting to hear all she could pull from you. You were so precious as she watched your face twist in pleasure, a proud smile on her face every time you cried out her name. Slumping over her shoulder, breath heavy after Natasha pulled two more orgasms out of you. Popping her fingers in her mouth she moaned at your sweet taste, holding you still as you squirmed in embarrassment.

Packing up the car Natasha laid you down in your seat, covering you up with your blanket. Peppering kisses all over your face as she buckled up your seatbelt. Both of you blissfully unaware of the flashing lights of a camera from the tree-line on the far side of the park.

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Abandoning the current Bluey episode, nearly tripping over your playpen when you heard Wanda announce that she was home. Running into her so hard that she stumbled back a little, your toy squeaking as you hugged her tighter, babbling that you missed her. Her warm arms embraced you tightly, kissing you anywhere she can reach, “Mommy missed you so much. Were you good for Mama?” Wanda pulled away when it got silent, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

”We had a bit of a rough start,” Natasha stepped out from the kitchen walking over, “but we sorted out our problems.” Rubbing her hand on your lower back. Wanda pulled Natasha in, all three of you hugging. It would’ve lasted longer but Natasha had to go make dinner. Your attention immediately back on Bluey the second Wanda brought you back in the living room.

Walking into the kitchen Wanda wrapped her arms around Natasha’s midsection as Natasha stirred the soup. “She’s our precious little Bunny,” Natasha affirmed, placing a kiss on Wanda cheek as they watched you contently chew on your toy focusing Bluey.

[aokoaoi]

▎chapter two : welcome home.

▎content warning : gore/blood, rotting, violence, typical resident evil behavior.

▎character pairing : leon kennedy x fem!reader.

"HOW LONG ARE YOU gonna be gone for?" Your closest college friend, a girl who happens to crash at your apartment for a few weeks rent free, frowned at you like some hurt puppy. She was lazily sprawled on your bed, watching as you packed up necessary things for your visit in raccoon city. All you really needed to pack was clothes.

You sighed loudly, exhausted after dumping all the clothes that existed inside your closet- outside of the said closet. Placing your hands on your hips, you deadpanned at her as she continued to sulk. "I don't know how long I'll be gone but I planned on staying for a week."

"Noo! A week?!"

"Jane, I haven't seen my family for three years."

Practically feeling her cheeriness visibly deflate at that. Jane knew you had a point, and she understood why you'd be gone for a while, but surely being on the verge of tears watching your best friend pack to go back to her home place is also reasonably understandable, right?

Breathing out through your nose, you sat next to her now slumped, seated form. You placed a piece of clothing on your lap, wrinkling it in the process. Jane found the feeling of your cold hands on her exposed shoulder, a gesture you do when you're comforting.

"Come on, don't get all mushy on me. I'm not gone for that long, and I'll be back before you know it." While you particularly didn't really understand why she's so upset that you're leaving for a week, you didn't want to see her cry.

Was it her abandonment issues? Hm, maybe.

Jane pouts childishly again, now heating up put of embarrassment. "Now my mascaras all ruined." She huffed, her fingertips slightly stained in black inkish liquid from her tears when she brought her hand up to wipe her cheek.

"You barely even cried." You commented.

"I tend to like wearing these types of mascaras to add dramatic effect." Jane shrugged mischievously, a grin overtaking her soft features.

"Oh so everyday you just suddenly start shedding tears out of nowhere?" She snickered at your comment, shaking her head in amusement. You matched her grin, standing back up to start packing again.

"Hey, do you think I can come visit your family with you?" She suddenly brought up, taking you off guard. You paused for a moment, letting the words sink in and processing what to say.

"..maybe next year."

The drive is mostly silent. Mostly. All you could hear was the static from the radio, the muffling noise outside that your tires were creating, and the raindrops softly padding against the glass windows of your car. It was pitch black darkness outside, and all you could see was the road ahead of you as your headlights was on. Occasionally turning on the windshield wipers here and there.

Your elbow was propped up on the door beside you, resting there as your hand stabilized your head. In a minute now you could possibly get a headache from how your knuckles was digging into the side of your head. It was uncomfortable, but it surprisingly kept you awake.

Your brother called before you left your apartment, and by that I mean before you stepped out of the door. He called to say he'd arrive tomorrow, and he wanted you to tell your parents instead so he won't have to. You were upset at that, but there was nothing you could do about that.

After a few minutes, you caught up to a gas truck. It was slowed down, and you could only assume that the driver is half asleep and half awake right now. Not wanting to waste time trailing behind it, you steered the wheel on overtook the truck. You looked back at the rear view mirror, watching as the trucks light began to slowly disappear.

You huffed out of your nose, pursing your lips together as you heard your stomach growl. And it growled again.

Glancing at the baked delicacy on the passenger seat next to you, you opened the box with one hand, fishing out a glazed donut that Jane baked for you before you left. You could smell the taste of cinnamon rolls, but she said that's her gift to your mom and dad. But more to your mom.

After a mile and a suffocating silence, you encountered lights up ahead, and as you squinted slightly you could see that it was a gas station. A gas station occupied with two cars, a motorcycle, and seemingly drunken people surrounding two individuals.

Two individuals holding guns.

Something bubbled in your stomach, and you didn't like it one bit. You shouldn't have ate that donut. You swerved into the gas station, the sound if tires screeching and lights flashing at the unknown man and woman catching both their attentions. You bumped into three or four of the weirdly rotting bodies, your eyes widening at the sight of small droplets of blood getting on your windshield.

There was yelling from your side, and you could see two of the unknown people shooting at whatever the fuck you just crashed on until they finally decided to get in your car. There was loud thudding on the passengers seat, and you turned to look at it.

The look of face rotting, was on the other side of that glass window. It's skin around its mouth ripping off that you could see the gums of its bloody mouth and teeth. It's neck was torn apart, and it's workers uniform was now trashed and dirty. As soon as you could hear the door loudly close shut, you sped out of that gas station immediately.

Both their heavy breathing filled the car, making you look back to where they're seated, concerned. "You guys alright? What the hell was that- that thing." The question came out worridly and mortified at the same time.

"I don't know. Hopefully they'll have some answers at the police station." The man responds to you, catching the girl's attention.

"Wait, you're a cop?"

He curtly nods, "Yeah. Leon Kennedy, you are?"

"Claire- Claire Redfield."

Upon her response, was silence. You glanced back, seeing how they were now looking at you, waiting for your response. "Oh- you were also talking to me?" You deadpanned at yourself, watching as an amused smile take on their face.

You introduced yourself, firstname and lastname.

Claire hummed at your response, "That lastname, hm, I could vividly remember my brother mentioning that name." She muttered, but was it didn't go unheard by the other two in the car.

"Your brother?" You beat the dirty blond male to it, making him purse his lips but still look at the girl beside him for an answer. "Yep. I'm looking for him. he's a cop, too." She answers you, making you nod.

The man who you now know as Leon looked at you, "Do you live around here?" He questioned, and you nodded again.

"Mhm. I'm visiting to see my family."

"Well, it's a good thing we found eachother." Leon perked up again, "I don't know what to expect anymore." You were confused at his words, but you couldn't bring yourself to question it. Besides, you were too tired to be paying attention to anything other than the road right now.

You passed by a billboard; welcome to raccoon city, home of umbrella.

[atashigenoge]

The Cold

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⁠♡

The terrible, unpleasant whistle reaching our class is the wind creating a merciless snowstorm - the reason why we cannot go home. The handful of people unlucky enough to stick around after school seems to fall asleep to this winter lullaby, quietly wondering when it will end. I pray that it doesn't…

I pray for us to sit that close to each other forever, with our heads on the desk, dozing off to the distant sounds of the snowy flute…

So that I can enjoy your even breathing, holding your hand in mine…

But every fairy tale comes to an end, does it not?

°°🖤⃝ °°

♡ ̆̈

Eventually, the snowstorm subsides and everyone goes home. We walk home the usual way, but in the unforgiving darkness of the early northern night under yellow lanterns. The snow crunches pleasantly under my feet while I am listening to your beautiful voice, imbued with such genuine passion that I would listen to you forever…

But I feel a growing sense of sadness and loneliness - so incredibly strong that I could to cry. It happens every day. Y̷̡̛͈̤̟̰͈͈̻̘̦̫̥̤̥̳̾́̂̋̎̒̑̌̌͛̋̕͝Ơ̶̡̦̗̼̼̮̟̒̍̾͂̅͌̋͋̚U̸̹̞̖̣͓̘̫̝̻͉̬̪̱͇̳̿̈́̈́͗͋͛͆̅̈́͝͝ ̸̦͓̹̮͠W̸̨̡̨̧̪̟̻̥̦͈̠̯̠͙̜̿͑I̷͈̙̲͉̜̖͛̉̎͝L̵̟̞͔͊L̷̡̡̧̼̞͖̹̝̼͕̪̪̦̤͖̔̆̀̉͋̓ ̷̧̙̘̬̤͗̃̈̎̋̔͋̑̇̅̀͘ͅͅĽ̶̡͓̬̝̣̻͙̏̈́̾̆̒̾̅̑̾̔̓̇͜Ḛ̵̢̟͎̼̞͔̳͉̝͕̦̽A̵̡̗̰̪̩͌V̸̜̝̤̺͙̥͎̰̜̰͔̯͈̗͇̈́́̇̐̍̆̍́̆͌͆̚Ȩ̷͕̠͉͖̥̳̂̃̈́͛̓̄̃̀͒̒̓̕̕͜͝ ̷͔̹̎A̴͔̜̰͕̫̯̐̔͂̐͌̅͘͝G̶̨̡̨̤̰̻̭̝͐̔̊̀͆Ă̶̛̼̳̠̜̦͔̬̱̣̝͑̓̌͑̑͘̚͝͝ͅI̶̛̼̍͂̓́̾̇́͋̈́̄̏͆̾͝N̸̢̨̧̟͕͎̖̜͇͔̙͛̋̈́͋͛͆͆̾͒̾́̃̂̚͝ - - ̘̼̈

I don't want to let you go ̶̛̛̟̣̝̠̜̭̣̳͎̒ͤ̋̊ͬ̅̆̾͐̇͑̑̂̈́̌ͬ͘͡.

You laugh in response - so naturally, so sweetly and innocently - and offer something that makes my heart start pounding… Stay the night at my place?

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

A few hours later you feel almost at home, I can see it by the way you walk and laugh loudly. Oh, I want it to last forever…

We get ready for bed by spreading a large warm blanket on the futon. Our conversations are full of such closeness and warmth that we don’t need a heater…

☕ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Finally, the moment comes when I have to leave for just a few minutes - you laugh when I pout, not wanting to let you go… But in the end I force myself to slip out of this comfortable, warm, colorful world where only the two of us exist , into a quiet and grey world, indifferent to my existence.

As I wash my face, I look in the mirror.

My eyes are dead while you're not here.

My hands are cold when you're not with me.

I take an ice cold shower - I don't care. I have no reason to endeavor if you are not there to give meaning to my existence.

One second next to you is worth my whole life.

That's why I did it, you know?

That's why I looked for your empty bottle in the trash bin, your used napkin or your gum. That's why I spent my nights studying what you like. That's why I intimidated the teacher who gave you an undeserved grade by sending him photos of his mistress (YOU ALWAYS DESERVE A HUNDRED PERCENT!). That's why I learned how to cook all your favorite dishes. That's why I carry your favorite sweets and drinks every day. That's why I d̵̹͑r̶̰̒o̴̗̚v̶̻̈́e̵̩̚ ̵̝̅t̷̨̀h̷͍̅e̵̩͋ ̶̙̊c̵͍͋r̴̼͌o̶̗͌w̴̘̏b̸̗̀a̷̖̓r̷̼̾ ̵͎̌i̷̱̅n̷̯͝t̴̬͛o̶̩̿ ̴̻̅t̴̛͓h̵̼̋é̶̝ ̶̣̓s̵̳̑c̴̦̕u̴͍̎l̵̻̐l̸̟̚ of the guy who tried to flirt with you. That's why in my closet you will find an altar dedicated to you - all those pictures, your things, everything you gave me - EVERYTHING related to you…

I enter the room with a smile.

No, something's off. It's getting cold here.

Why are you wearing a jacket? Are you going somewhere..?

The closet is open.

No. No. Stay.

You know I won't hurt you, you know how much I love you…

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Now you do know how much I love you. I trust you enough to let you see it… I know you won't leave me. After all, that is the power of our love.

Right?

[starry-night-author]

Thought I'd try this!!!! It's gonna be a fun collection of mostly hero x villain whump. :3 I'll probably try to keep them shorter than my prompts, but let's see.

June of Doom Day #1

"You don't want to do that." | Locked Door | Fear |

June of Doom Prompt List

There was a pounding on the door, the screams of fear. Despite the slight possibility that Hero might be able to actually break the door down, Supervillain grinned.

They finally had Hero in their clutches, and subjected to the tortures of one of their worst fears.

The hero was claustrophobic, and Supervillain had locked them in one of the smallest closets in their lair. Only a few minutes had reduced them to crying and clawing at the door, Supervillain was delighted to see what would happen after a few hours.

However, as they stood there, they became aware of a cold air against their back. They scowled, glancing backwards. "Villain, what have I said about turning on the AC-"

But they broke off quickly.

The room around them was dark, too dark. The light was on above them, but it was too dim, somehow. Shadows leeched into the room, crawling across the floor and collecting in a place a few feet behind Supervillain.

Confused, Supervillain turned to face the hazy patch of darkness. "Um... what is going on? Villain, you'd better not be-"

They broke off as the darkness came to have more shape, it rose up tall, tall, taller. At last it stopped as its top nearly touched the ceiling, and Supervillain took a shaky step back. "What-"

A tendril shot out from the darkness, wrapping around Supervillain in an instant and lifting them off their feet. Supervillain screamed as they were dragged towards the top of the darkness, where they were halted just in front of it. Their feet dangled about three feet in the air.

As they watched, a pair of dark purple eyes opened in the head of the darkness. Supervillain yelped, flinching back.

From the closet, Hero had gone silent.

A wide mouth opened in the darkness, hardly visible except for the shining teeth that suddenly came into view. Supervillain watched, eyes wide, heart pounding, as the sharp fangs slowly revealed themself, and the monster smiled.

"You don't want to do that," the monster whispered. It's breath stirred Supervillain's hair. "You don't want to touch them while I'm around."

Supervillain swallowed.

"But because you did," the monster drew Supervillain closer and they whimpered, struggling. "I'm going to make you pay."

The monster dove down upon them, and Supervillain only got time for one last scream.

[ria-writes-stories]

I stay

Ship: Dizzy

Genre: Glass-ish cotton

Description: and I stay deafening silence in an empty void...with sugar cubes

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(No one's pov)

Children laughter filled the hallways of copper 9. The first generation has been born and now the little ones were old enough as to run around in their little shoes and fill the empty cold hallways with joy and life. Each was their own little person regardless of what others did, and perhaps that is what made them shine more than their parents. They were happy in their own little way. But then of course comes the day when you have to let your little one go to school.

Not everyone was laughing. A quiet girl with long dark purple hair and red eyes dressed in a beautiful skirt, with tidy shoes and a soft pastel shirt was crying in silence in a dark corner in the janitor's closet. "Мама, папа." The little girl would say between cries and sniffles as she stood all on her own in this small crowded room, as loud steps were heard outside, running through the hallways, when a quieter pair came closer to the door. Silence fell once more as the little girl was lost in her own little world unaware of her surroundings, when suddenly a small creek of light breached through the eternal darkness in which she was consumed.

The girl looked over her shoulder with a small sniffle as she cleaned her tears cowering into a corner out of fear. "Hello." Another little voice said as a drone her age stood in front of the door where the creek of light was coming from as her presence in the door, blocked some of the light to fully emerge the room in. "Why are you crying?" The girl asked curiously as she looked at the other one. She was wearing a small dress with strawberries on it. "Мама, папа..." the girl said quietly with a sniffle. "Ma...? Your mama?" The girl asked puzzled. Neither knew how to talk to each other.

The first day of kindergarten was terrifying wasn't it? The blond haired girl approached the girl with dark purple hair and pointed to herself. "Lizzy!" The girl said with a small smile as she looked at the other girl innocently. "Lizzie...?"

Lizzy frowned a little and shook her head. "Lizzy." "Lizzie." the other girl said as she scanned Lizzy's face with her red neon eyes. Lizzy just rolled her eyes and pointed to the girl. The girl was confused for sometime but then she understood what Lizzy wanted from her. "Doll..." the girl said quietly before suddenly having Lizzy grab her hand and pick her up from the cold floor before walking with her towards the door.

Doll stopped in her tracks and backed away, yanking her hand from Lizzy's grasp and going back into her dark corner. Lizzy turned around confused stepping slightly off site and her body was no longer blocking the light, allowing more of it to invade this cramped up space which made Doll try to desperately hide even further into the dark corner. Lizzy noticed this and got in front of the door again to block the light.

Doll looked at Lizzy puzzled as Lizzy looked at the floor after some time and extended her hand out. They couldn't talk with one another... yet. But that doesn't mean they couldn't communicate with each other.

Doll slowly took Lizzy's hand as the girl guided her outside and back into the classroom.

For the next few days Lizzy would pick up objects and say what they are called aloud, and Doll would do the same, as the two girls slowly got a better understanding of what one another was talking about verbally. Each day it would be a routine of struggle as Doll wouldn't want to leave her mother's grasp and when Yeva would finally leave Doll would be in utter dispaear, but this time, before she'd get to hide into her little space, Lizzy would go to her with a toy. Sometimes Lizzy was late, and Doll would be nowhere to be found, so, she'd take some crayons and paper and go where she first met her, leaving a small creek in the door so that they had light, and Lizzy would draw together with Doll.

As time passed, slowly, little by little, Doll could understand English, and Lizzy could understand Russian.

The two girls could finally talk together, and one day, they spoke their first words together. "Why do you cry?" "Мама оставляет меня" (Mom leaves me) Doll said while cleaning some of her tears. Neither Doll nor Lizzy had a strong grasp on the other one's language, but they had enough to communicate on a basic level, so, they needed to use simpler words or shorter sentences at times, and this was one of them. Lizzy thought for a while and then said, "I stay." flashing Doll the sweetest and most precious smile that she could muster. Doll looked at Lizzy surprised as she cleaned the last few of her tears and Lizzy held out her hand again for her, and Doll gladly took it.

They became partners in crime, every shenanigan that they did, they did it together. "How does this dress look on me?" Lizzy asked as she, Doll and Rebecca played make pretend together, and they had their little imaginary world. "Fat-" Rebecca tried to speak, only for Doll to shut her by placing a hand on her mouth. "bulous. Fabulous." She would correct Rebecca as she simply looked at Lizzy with a small and soft smile.

"Ew! It didn't kill her- Oh my God." Lizzy said rolling her eyes before giggling as Doll looked at Lizzy with sparkly excited eyes before sticking her tongue out at Uzi before nudging Lizzy for her comment and running away with her as she laughed. Her angelic perfect laughter that it was so very cherished.

Doll wasn't very active around others, she'd even sleep in class, but if there was one person that she would be awake for that would be Lizzy, her best friend, maybe more than just a friend now that they were all grown. Wherever Lizzy went, Doll followed. Lizzy signed up to become a cheerleader? Doll was right behind her. Lizzy was talking about something? Doll would listen attentively as if Lizzy spoke about life itself. Lizzy wanted to just hang out with Doll out of the blue in a weekend? The two would be sharing the same bed while watching a movie on TV.

However things do not stay the same...do they?

"Can you believe it? Like-" Lizzy stopped talking when the alarms went off and her eyes widened in shock. Doll. Where was Doll? Doll went straight home after school. Could Doll make it in time to the emergency room? Doll. Where was she? Where was her precious Doll?

These thoughts of worry and concern filled Lizzy's brain as she ran on the hallways and thankfully she has found Doll, as a huge wave of relief washed over her. Lizzy smiled joyfully despite the distress she was feeling earlier. "Doll! There you are! We got to go to the evacuation room! Come on!" Doll's eyes were empty, but Lizzy couldn't see that, Doll wouldn't allow her. Doll couldn't do this to Lizzy. The two were still alive weren't they? They had to worry about themselves, so, Doll just nodded and followed, like always...

After everything was over Lizzy was walking down the hallways of the colony by Doll's side. "Can you believe what happened? Like I'm not complaining, I'm alive and all but- Doll?" Lizzy said as she stopped walking and turned around as she noticed that Doll stopped in her tracks long ago. "Doll. What's wrong...?" Lizzy asked with a puzzled look on her face, slightly irritated as well before Doll spoke up in a quiet whisper, and Lizzy's eyes immediately widened in shock.

The two girls embraced each other in the dark dim lit hallway of the colony. Doll stood there like a lifeless mannequin while worry was painted all over Lizzy's face.

Doll was back into that dark little space of hers from where Lizzy once found her. The fear was gone. The tears didn't exist. She was simply engulfed within the darkness and everything felt numb. She'd close her eyes feeling herself drifting far away from this reality, from this world, from this realm of existence that we know, yet no matter where she went she could feel the tender soft touch of gentle loving hands.

The neatly blond hair kept in a high ponytail and bowtie were imprinted in her mind, and she could see them even know, feel them, even with her eyes closed, as she felt a gentle caress upon her face without being touched at all, as two pink orbs like the dust of the galaxy looked at her with gentle care and love. They were unable to breach into the numbness that she drowned within, however they were able to keep Doll in a set place of existence as they softly moved across the surface of it all with genuine love, reminding Doll of this surface that felt so far away from her, yet so close as if tickling her nose.

It didn't matter where she was. It didn't matter if her eyes were wide open or tightly shut, if she was in class or at home, if she was surrounded by others or all on her own. She was right there. The embrace of her loving heart and soul was right there, soothing Doll at all times no matter what.

'You're way hotter than Doll! Save yourself idiot!'

Even now... walking in this cold snow field Lizzy was right there, and she was hers. Hers and no one else's. That pest was not allowed to see her. How dare it? How dare it have the audacity to try and bless it's sight with what was hers and hers alone? It had no right, so, Doll placed a button upon her eye.

Lizzy would squirm and struggle in her sleep as tears ran down her cheeks involuntary only to stop the struggle when an oddly familiar presence will take place next to her and gently hold her .

Her deep red eyes, red like the intensity of life, which craved more than blood and than one's soul, only satisfied when laying their sight upon her face. Her cold overworked merciless hands only knowing gentleness when holding her. Her cruel menacing grin turning into a soft heart felt smile when being near her. The lips that had consumed gallons after gallons of oil craving more and more, thirsting for it, starving for it, filled by simply placing a loving kiss upon her forehead like an angel's touch.

Their first sleepover together. They sat just like this. Lizzy was asleep and Doll held her in her arms, confessing her love for the very first time by placing a kiss upon her forehead while she was peacefully drifting off into dream land, and each and every single time they are together for the night Doll refuses to fall asleep before she gets to place that loving kiss on her face.

"Mmmmh...don't go." Lizzy whined softly into her sleep as her hand gently grabbed Doll's hand. Doll looked at Lizzy with soft eyes as she pushed some strands of hair out of Lizzy's face as she softly spoke these words of love, perhaps long forgotten by Lizzy, but forever imprinted within Doll's soul and heart.

"я остаюсь"(I stay)"

The end

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

The outsiders HC

TW: murder, break ins (literally one hc in dally’s section includes these), abuse (one hc in steve’s section)

i like angst ok 😭

ponyboy

he pretends to absolutely hate when somebody asks him to read a book out loud to him but in reality, ask this man to read out loud to you and it’ll make his day.

i don’t remember where i saw this but i remember one time i saw someone say he had really bad luck and if anything bad/unlucky happened to one of the other guys they’d all call it “pony-luck”

ever since he and soda started sharing a bed, 1. he can’t sleep without someone beside him (that’s actually canon though i think?) 2. he can happily sleep without a blanket (more on that in sodas HCs

Darry

i find it sweet to think that he sleeps with a stuffed bear that one of his parents gave him as a joke present for his 18’th birthday, he never let on, but it’s one of his prized possessions

he absolutely sucked at cooking when his parents died, he had like 2 things that his mom taught him when he was younger and that was like how to bake bread and how to cook pasta right. i think it’d be funny if soda felt bad and pretend he loved pasta sandwiches for a solid month just to help darry feel better

darry isn’t very interested in dating, sure he would love to settle down and have kids some day, but he doesn’t think there’s a rush, he’ll know when the right girl comes along. all the guys tease him saying it’s cause he can’t get a girlfriend but really he’s just not bothered, he doesn’t think he needs one.

even though he isn’t interested in dating he secretly loves a good romance novel, he has a stack of them in his wardrobe, ponyboy found them one day and was traumatised by the…”spicier” moments. they still joke about it

when he and pony fight and pony goes into his room darry just kinda stands outside for like 5 minutes wondering if he should go in and apologise

Sodapop

he’s the type of person to steal all the blankets when he’s sleeping. he always ends up like a little burrito. pony once tried to bring and extra blanket to bed so he could- yk actually have some blankets but soda just stole that too.

he started having nightmares after his parents died, all three of the curtis boys did. he would often wake up in a cold sweat or crying, but he never said anything since he didn’t want to worry anyone. when he had to move in with pony he pretended to be annoyed but secretly he was happy, sleeping next to someone helped soothe his nightmares too

he loves to go for long, late night walks alone. it helps clear his mind. the first few times he got caught sneaking out darry got a bit mad with him but after they sat down and soda explained why he was leaving darry let him go. now when darry sees him leaving he just says something like “stay safe, take as long as you need. when you get back come in and say goodnight.”

sodapop curtis can play piano. that’s all. i’ve just decided he should be able to play piano.

soda does actually drink. he doesn’t tell pony, to kinda “save his innocence”. he only drinks when he and steve go out and pony isn’t with them. he used to drink when pony was there but just put his beer in a pepsi can but one time pony asked for a mouthful and soda just had to chug the entire thing.

Dally

he secretly loves to watch the sunrise. he normally makes himself a cup of coffee, goes up to the roof of bucks place and watches the sunrise while drinking his coffee. he hates the sunset though, he hates that it ends in the dark. it sounds stupid, but when the sunrise ends, it ends in light, and that kinda gives him some sort of hope? i dunno, ask him

dally is an orphan, but he just says that his parents don’t care about him. his mother died during childbirth. his father died when he was nine years old. one night there was a break in, he hid dally in a closet. while he was hiding, he heard a gunshot. he heard a car drive away and he came out. his father was lying on the floor, motionless. rather than go into foster care, dally ran away, lived on the streets. eventually he made his way to tulsa.

he plays music in bucks about twice a week to “earn his stay”. he plays the guitar.

he loves to draw, snakes mainly. but he doesn’t like to draw on paper, he likes to draw on his arms and the arm of whoever is willing. for a while he thought of becoming a tattoo artist, he’d love to. though he realised that it’d probably never happen.

Two-Bit

he’s like- scarily graceful. you’d think he’s clumsy given he’s always drinking and everything, but he acts like a freaking cat. if he drops something he just scoops it up and keeps walking without stopping. if he’s walking around the Curtis house and the coffee table is in the way he just walks over it.

he’s surprisingly good at styling hair because of his little sister (it’s canon that he has a sister right?) he always does her hair before school. whenever he’s stressed he grabs pony or johnny since they have the longest hair and just starts putting tiny braids in their hair.

he just mentally combusts at the first sign of a girl flirting with him, he’s a real flirt until a girl does something back, he doesn’t know how to react.

he normally picks ponyboy up from school, he’s just worried that something will happen to him otherwise. he sees pony as a little brother almost.

steve

this boy is obsessed with bugs and frogs. don’t ask why i have no explanation i just think he does

he’s very self conscious of his teeth, he saves everything he can from working in the DX to put towards braces

he learned to fight to defend his mam from his dad, even when he was little his dad would hit his mother so at like 7 he asked Mr. Curtis to teach him boxing because he wanted to be like “Sonny Liston” (famous boxer at the time) but in reality he wanted to fight back for his mam. eventually she left, she wasn’t able to take steve with her.

Johnny

allergic to peanuts.

he befriends all the stray cats and dogs in tulsa. or at least the ones that appear in the lot.

he and pony have weekly sleepovers, even when they were really little. they only ever went to Johnny’s place once, but after seeing what johnnys parents were like pony decided that from then on they went to the curtis’s place

he’s suprisingly good at baking, especially cookies. he’d love to own a bakery when he’s older. (poor johnny didn’t get his bakery 💀)

[riyva]

finally with you. | k.dy

pairings. kim doyoung x fem!reader genre. fluff, romance, angst warnings. explicit content, minor dni, read at your own risk. a/n. this is the part two of almost had you. also, revised! hehe thank you! :)

You felt nauseous when you woke up today. You vomit again and again, which makes you weak. You intend to go to work, but your body won’t cooperate. “Geez, I need to rest.” You feel so terrible. You kept on wondering what did you eat last night. But a few minutes have passed, and you felt okay? So, you packed your things for a two-week vacation in Japan. Your flight is in 2 days.

You haven’t seen Doyoung in quite some time. From what you’ve heard, he seems fine, but something seems off. Despite his absence from social media, he will still answer your texts. You didn’t want to interrupt him since you needed some quiet time to recharge. You have to prioritize your own needs. You two have been inseparable ever since you two became best friends. You used to run to each other whenever you needed to talk or cry, but now is the time to be alone.

You stayed home all day and ate ice cream, pizza, chips, and donuts while watching your favorite movies. Thankfully, the rain outside served to quiet your racing thoughts. Laughs and cries filled the room, and different emotions while you were watching. You halted the instant you heard a knock on the door. You glanced at the clock, it was already 11 p.m., and you were not expecting someone. Who the hell will go to my house at eleven and raining? The moment you opened the door, you saw doyoung soaking wet. He was in pj’s with a jacket on. Doyoung’s unexpected visit didn’t take you aback. You asked no question as you took him in.

You sat on the solo sofa across from him while he was covered in a towel. “Doyoung, what’s up with you?” Curiosity keeps you going, but he glanced at you sleepily as his eyes wandered your sala. He noticed your bags and asked, “You’re leaving Korea?” You nodded. “Why?” He added. “I just want to spend time alone.”

Before Doyoung continued talking, you stood up to urge him to bathe. “Please use my bathroom and freshen up. You could catch a cold from that.” He didn’t say anything but nodded before going in like a lost puppy. “Go grab any oversized shirt and joggers in my closet!” You added as you went to the kitchen to make some chocolate milk. You’re wondering what happened. Did you guys break up? You thought. I hope not.

You sat on the countertop as he left your room wearing your clothes. You can’t help to laugh when he wears your hello kitty shirt and dark pink joggers. “I have some dark colors there, but why did you wear those?” You asked as he settled down next to you. “Because they’re cute?” he said, leaving you dumbfounded. You raised your eyebrow as you shook him, making him dizzy. “Ya! This is not the Doyoung that I know! Bring him back!” Laughter filled the room, and then suddenly, there was silence.

You took a sip before asking, “So, what happened? Hmm?” He shrugged. “Nothing.” You scoffed. “Ya, Kim Doyoung! Seriously? You’ll lie to me?” Doyoung sighed. “She cheated on me.” Your eyes widened in shock. “Dude, what the hell? That bitch!” You stood up. “Let’s go to her house. I’ll slap her.” Doyoung held your wrist, stopping you while shaking his head. “Nah, anj-a.” You silently sat back down, giving him a look.

You never thought that someone would do this to him. You examined his face; you didn’t see any mad or sad look at him. There’s something you can’t pinpoint. His girlfriend just cheated on him. Why doesn’t he act like he was hurt? Is he going crazy?

“Yes, I’m crazy over you.”

You awkwardly laugh. “HA-HA-HA! Nice joke, Kim Doyoung!” You suddenly felt nervous as you gripped your glass, and you could hear your heart beating so fast. You started to have hopes again that you know it isn’t normal. Is he joking? How the hell did he hear me?

“Because you’re speaking out loud.”

You looked at him worriedly. “Should I call 911 for you?”

“Seriously, what’s going on with you?” you added.

He glanced at you, and you met his gaze. He took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N. I’m okay,” he said.

“We split weeks ago, we’re just actually messing around.” They already broke up after you had a talk. “I-i tried to rid my affection for you with someone else, but it didn’t work out. It made me realize that my feelings for you weren’t gone. You always linger in my thoughts, driving me to insanity.” he held your cheeks, feeling your warmth.

Your mind was lost in the clouds. “W-what do you mean?”

He gazed directly into your eyes, brimming with sincerity, and spoke softly. “I love you, Y/N.”

-

Clearly, he wasn’t seeing anyone, so you do. Ever since that night happened, Doyoung never fails to make you smile every single day. He wants you to fall harder for him. He takes you on dates, late-night strolls, movie nights, and many more that will make you happy.

You both agreed that there would be physical contact (except holding hands) once you reached ten dates and had three left. You’ve also been tempted to say, “I love you too,” but you’ll say it at the right time, maybe after the ten dates.

You also find it so difficult not to kiss his plump lips. Oh god, I miss those lips.

A sudden knock on the door jolted you out of your reverie. You almost forgot that Doyoung is coming to your house. You took a few deep breaths before opening the door. “Hey, pretty boy!” he showed his pretty smile. Why so cute? You saw him with boxes of donuts and pizza, and you leaned on the doorframe. “Come in, doie!” you said with a warm smile.

As he went inside, you prepared the food he brought for your movie night. You also took the wine you bought last time in Italy. When you were halfway through the movie, there was a spicy scene making you bite your lips, and you felt his arms wrapped around yours. His throat tightened at the sudden scenario. You pulled away from his touch, making you sit beside him. “Wow, it’s getting hot! HA-HA right, Doie?” as you fan yourself with your hands. He just hummed as he drank the wine. He felt the tension too. It was hot, hot. You gulped as you looked at him and called out his name.

Without warning, you abruptly interrupted him and seized his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Your lips began to move while he was still in shock. You pulled away, “What are you doing? Aren’t you going to kiss me back or wh--” he locked his lips to yours. Your hand instinctively reached for his nape, pulling him closer as you sat on his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he supported your bum. He barely squeezed it, making you flinch.

The embrace was imbued with deep affection and admiration, albeit slightly intense, yet it was a sensation that you found yourself drawn to. His tongue glided into your mouth, exploring every inch with an irresistible touch. Your tongues battled fiercely as your hands explored each other’s bodies. With effortless ease, he removed your top and unclasped your brassiere with a single hand, carelessly tossing it aside.

Fuck it. Fuck, the dates. You want him tonight. You missed this; you missed him. The sensation of his lips against yours is simply irresistible, leaving you yearning for more.

“Fucking hell.” A curse escaped his lips as he felt his manhood stiffen. He pulled away from you to remove his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. He scooped you up into his arms and carried you toward the bedroom with one swift motion. As he made his way there, he couldn’t resist the temptation of your neck and began to suck and nip at it, sending shivers down your spine.

As he gently placed you on the bed, your lips intertwined in a passionate embrace, and tongues battled. You both removed your remaining clothes until nothing was left. When you’re both naked, his lips wander down your neck, eventually finding their way to the gentle curve of your breast. He palmed it and showered his attention on your hard and taunt nipples. Once he’s done, his lips go down to your mound. In between your thighs, his tongue and lips bathed in your wetness.

Your legs trembled as she reached her first orgasm. With an arched back and closed eyes, waves of pleasure washed over your body. And he didn’t stop yet, sliding his two digits while simultaneously continuing to suckle and lap at your clit. Your insides clenched again as a sign that you’re cumming again. He quickened the pace of his fingers, prompting you to grasp his head and draw him nearer to your cunt. As the waves of pleasure began to wash over you, you found yourself chanting his name like a sacred mantra.

“Doyoung..”

“Hmm.” he only answered with a moan while he was busy pleasuring you. You can almost see stars again. Your fingers instinctively reached for his head as your other hand tightly gripped the sheets. With a few more licks and thrusts of his fingers, you got the peak of your second orgasm. Your legs trembled as your body weight fell onto the mattress.

Doyoung took a few more licks as his lips met your lips. You welcomed his lips again, tasting yourself. He placed both hands on your sides, using them to lift himself. He desired to gaze upon your stunning face as he passionately loved you. He didn’t move yet; he wants to feel your warmth and looks at you like you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Once more, he claimed your lips, the kiss tender and brimming with affection.

Your messy hair and pretty face were in his view. Seeing you like this makes his body burn even more. Your fingers entwined with his as he moved on top of you. It felt more intimate. He wanted to move faster and rough, but he wanted to savor this moment.

His thrusts were deliberate, slow, and deep, causing you to whimper in pleasure as the tip of his member brushed against your sweet spot. “Right there?” he asked breathlessly. You nodded as you slightly slapped his butt cheek, making him flinch. You chuckled when you saw his reaction. “Stop being so naughty.” He lowered his head towards your neck, planting gentle kisses and nibbles while occasionally applying slight pressure with his teeth.

He leaned back and firmly grasped your waist, causing your legs to spread even wider as he maintained a steady pace. You gave his arm a firm squeeze, urging him to go faster. Loud moans escaped your lips as he intensified his movements, thrusting faster and harder.

He was breathing deeply in your ear and whispered. “Let’s get married.” Doyoung’s heart raced as he awaited a response, wondering if you would say yes or no.

A chuckle escapes your lips. “Really? Are you proposing marriage while still inside me?” Your voice trembled in shock.

He slowly moved. “Why?” He kissed her forehead and nose, a familiar gesture to you both. He did not doubt that you would make an exceptional wife and mother. “Because I love you,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on yours. Finally, he leaned in and gently placed his lips upon yours once again.

You hummed. “Hmm.. Let’s not waste time, shall we?”

"And, I love you too my Doyoung."

Finally, I am with you. As fate would have it, our paths have crossed once again. There are no more what-ifs, no more holding back, and no more hide-and-seek.

-

BONUS PART :)

“Are we seriously in a relationship now? We’re official?” you asked as you traced your fingers on his naked chest. He hummed gently as he caress your hair. “We are.” he took your hand placing a kiss making you flush. You suddenly stood up naked when you went straight to your bathroom leaving Doyoung confused. You remembered the pregnancy test kit that you took yesterday morning, and you haven’t checked the result.

“Doyoung, sit down.”

He was in shock seeing the pregnancy test on your hand. “Do you have COVID-19?” you took the pillow and smashed it to his face making him laugh.

“You dimwit! I don’t!”

“I know! I was just kidding. So, what’s the result?”

“Let’s look at it together.”

It was positive.

©riyva

[fruityhooliga]

I got bored,so more info on the YJ as Batkids AU

It started with Conner, he was crying after another …encounter with Superman. Batman has watched it all go down,and he instantly decided, ‘I’m gonna adopt that boy.’ and that’s that,he comforted Conner,and then asked him the million dollar question, “Can I adopt you?” And Conner was quick to say yes.

Next Batkid was Kaldur,surprisingly. Kaldur had an argument with Orin and Mera, it was about his father. Of course it was. It ended with him crying and Zeta beaming to Mount Justice. Thankfully no one was there,he settled down on the couch and just let it out. He was sobbing for a solid 30 minutes. Near the end of his meltdown,he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was none other than the big bat himself. He got defensive but Batman instantly comforted him,he broke down again,ended up crying in Batman’s arms. After a while,Kaldur calmed down,and now he was sleepy,before he fell asleep, Batman asked him, “Would you like to be my son instead?” A nod of the head and Kaldur was knocked out.

Third one was Wally, after a fight with Flash,he stormed off and went to Mount Justice. He wanted to go to the training room to let the anger out but he was intercepted by Batman. He asked him what was wrong, and best believe the flood gates broke. He ended up venting,after he was done he got offered water and adoption.

Artemis was next up. She took it as a joke when the big bad Batman asked her to be his first daughter. She said yes,mainly because GA pissed her off earlier that day. She soon realizes it was not a joke,too late to back out now. At least some team members were there with her.

M’gann knew it was bound to happen,she accepted it easily,she had gotten into a fight with MM,she was sad and low key depressed. She tried to cry in silence,but Batman was not letting that slide,he ended up guiding her through it,she did not hesitate to say yes when he asked “Can I adopt you?”

Zatanna and Raquel actually got adopted at the same time. A mission went haywire,they were trying to comfort each other,but it wasn’t enough. Suddenly Batman was there,he was the anchor they both needed. Batman didn’t even get the chance to ask before they both said, “Could you adopt us?”

That’s how the adopting went,now their rooms at the Mansion.

Conner’s bed has a bunch of pillows and blankets,he replaced all his Superman merch with Batman,he has posters,drawing,figures and so on…

Kaldur’s room has its own personal pool,walk in closet, a desk, and a king sized bed,this fish boy was living the dream. He has a bookshelf full of trinkets,pictures,books and other random stuff, and a bunch of doodles on his walls.

Wally’s room still has some Flash merch but it’s all practically taken over by Batman posters everywhere. He also has a wall dedicated to pictures of the team,he also has his own bathroom.

Artemis’s room was somewhat normal. (She has a Zatanna shrine in her closet.) Moon lights all over the room. And a massive vanity,she has the room with the biggest window.

M’gann’s room is really bright,curtain lights everywhere,pink bedsheets,baby blue walls,and she has LED lights,she has a big mirror taking up half of a wall

Zatanna’s room is. Chaotic to say the least. She has those glow in the dark star stickers on her roof, the most normal thing. Two posters of Houdini. On different walls. A tapestry of Shrek standing in front of the bisexual flag. A million fans everywhere. Cold asf in there. She also painted half a wall Neon Green. Not even the whole wall.

Raquel as I said before,obsessed with butterflies, Butterfly posters,butterfly bedsheets,she even had her walls painted with butterflies. Anytime Bruce sees something butterfly themed he instantly gets it for her.

Sibling bonding time :)

Movie night,they were watching The Little Mermaid to troll tf out of Kaldur,who was not amused. Like 40 minutes into the movie everyone was asleep, Kaldur in the middle and somehow everyone was physically touching him. Bruce walked in,took a few pictures,turned off the tv and threw a blanket over the pile of Bats on the couch.

[awhorrerstory]

Are you scared?

You find something of your girlfriend’s you’re not supposed to…

Are you scared?

Jill smiles softly at me as I open my eyes, “Jill? What time is it?” I ask her sleepily. She kisses my cheek before yawning, “11:30.” I sit up and I feel my bare chest grow cold, “shit did we?” I ask Jill fearfully. She chuckles, “no, I’d want you to remember how I make you cum, you did that to yourself because you were hot.” She said giggling as she gets out of bed wearing her shirt from last night and some panties. Jill glances at me, her eyes lingering on my breasts for a minute before throwing one of her flannels at me. “I’m going to make us breakfast.” She says coming over to me and kissing me, “You’re the best…” I say smiling softly at her. She smiles back revealing those cute dimples I couldn’t get enough of. “You’re not getting dressed? What about your mom? Oh shit school!” I get up panicked by Jill laughs at me, “babe it’s Saturday.” I blush and sit on her bed dumbfounded. Jill leaves to go downstairs, “You can pick out some clothes though, I’ll take you somewhere later.” She says leaning against the doorway. I smile and nod going to her closet as she walks away. I hum he can only hold her by Amy winehouse as I grab a t shirt and as I’m looking for my pants I see a shiny object under Jill’s bed.

I frown in curiosity as I bend down to pick it up revealing a knife identical to the ghost face killer’s. I feel my heart drop and begin to shake at the thought of my girlfriend being the killer…

No.

I keep looking under her bed and find the mask, covering my mouth to prevent me from crying out. I frantically look around to find my cell phone but only see Jill’s on the nightstand finding it dead. I go to the opposite nightstand and pick up the landline hearing the dreaded beeping and gasp softly as I look around for my phone.

“Looking for this darling?” Jill asks causing me to jump as I look to her, “J-Jill!” I say in a panicked voice as I see a smirk plastered on her face as she wiggles my cell phone in her hand. “What’s the matter baby? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost…” her eyes are dark and there’s just an evil about her that wasn’t there before. “Jill You’re scaring me…” I say backing up against her wall, “why is that my love?” She asks as she comes over to me and kisses me deeply. I whimper but give in to the familiar feeling holding Jill wearily. She smirks against my lips, “such a good girl…” she says before the hand she had around my neck closes and I begin to choke; “j-Jill!” I gasp out looking into her cold green eyes, “shhhh don’t worry…I could never kill you baby, but you’re too smart for your own good…” She says tissing as her hand tightened. I whimper as I stare at her in pure terror, “p-please-“ I whimper before things start to get blurry, “don’t fight it, we’re going to have fun…” she said.

I open my eyes and feel cold, the room was completely dark and I feel my naked body on a familiar bed. “Jill?” I call out immediately, forgetting what happened until I see a light illuminate the doorway and Jill comes in the room with her murder knife, “Jill please! Don’t do this!” She chuckles; “don’t what? Give you what you want?” She asks causing me to look at her with a confused expression, “just relax y/n. You know I’d never hurt you baby…” Jill says making my blood run cold as I pull at my restraints, “what’s the rush darling? I thought you didn’t mind being with me.” Jill says getting on top of me, “Jill?” She kisses me deeply and I couldn’t help but kiss back. I still loved her but I know I shouldn’t, her lips disconnect with mine for a minute and she looks into my eyes as her hands cup my breasts causing me to gasp softly, her thumbs flicking my nipples as she bites her lip. “J-Jill-“ I moan softly as Jill stares at me, biting her lip as she does. Her knee settles against the heat between my thighs causing me to whimper and grab at my restraints, “Jill, let me go…” I whimper as she kisses my neck; “what’s the fun in that? Plus if I did that then what are the chances you’ll tell Dewey about me? I can’t have that darling…” I feel the tip of the sharp metal against my stomach dragging down to cut off my panties, “Please Jill…” I whisper my eyes shutting as tears ran down my cheeks, “don’t worry babe, I’ll let you cum. I promise…” I feel Jill’s necklace I bought her for our anniversary rub against my breast and I cry harder knowing this was the woman I love, “Jill…” “enough, just enjoy yourself for me y/n.” She says as her thigh grinds against my bare cunt, “oh Jill…” I moan as my back arches in pleasure, “such a good girl…” Jill’s knife gently draws circles against my stomach as she makes me hump her thigh, “j-Jill-please-“ I continued to moan as she pushes her thigh against me in a slow and rhythmic pace, “fuck.” She curses as I feel my hips buckle, and smirks as she tenses her thigh, “ah! Jill!” I moan in pleasure, my body betraying me. She tenses up her thigh again and it makes me focus on her again, and I grind myself faster and faster, chasing that glorious edge, “is this all it takes to make you cum? You’re such a good little whore for me hmm? Do you even care if I murdered your best friend? You’re just so desperate to cum.” She says causing me to moan out and my thighs squeeze around hers, “You wanna make a mess on my thigh darling?” Jill asks her knife pressing against my throat; “Jill~” I moan my voice breaking in both pleasure and fear causing her to chuckle, “cum for me slut…” Jill says causing me to moan and whimper as I desperately rub myself against her thigh. “Good girl…” she praises as she kisses just under my ear. “Can I trust you?” Jill asks as she looks at me, “I’m scared Jill…” I say softly as I look at her, “I’m scared you’re not the same girl I fell in love with…” I say softly as I try to catch my breath and come down from my high, “I am. I want to be famous and I want to be a director, and I want you by my side.” She says kissing my neck gently, “I still love you but you can’t run from me, I can’t let you tell anyone about this side of me…” she says as she runs her knife gently along my nipples and towards the restraints. “I, I won’t tell anyone Jill, I love you.” I say to her truthfully. She looks at me uncertain but cuts the rope holding me, “if you’re lying to me I’ll gut you like that bitch Casey Becker, no one will be able to identify you babe…”

I nod and Jill cuts the other restraint then kisses me as she puts her knife on the bedside table, “I love you…” I say to her as I wrap my arms around her and deepen our kiss. Jill moans softly as she pulls away from me to pull on a strap on around her hips, “Jill-“ “I know you’re a virgin but I know you’ll take it like a good girl…” she says as she rubs her breasts against mine causing us to moan, “I’m going to fuck you soo good baby…” she says as her fingers slip through my lips and against my clit causing my hips to buckle into her hand

“I know you’re a virgin but I know you’ll take it like a good girl…” she says as she rubs her breasts against mine causing us to moan, “I’m going to fuck you soo good baby…” she says as her fingers slip through my lips and against my clit causing my hips to buckle into her hand, “Jill, fuck!” I moan as she rubs my clit and kisses me roughly before going back to giving me hickeys everywhere. After what felt like centuries i whimper Jill’s name desperately, “what is it my love?” She asks gently. "Please, please, please," i barely get out. "I want you inside, I wanna feel you...I want to cum." Jill smirks at me and mumbles something about being her good little slut as she wraps my leg around Her waist and thrusts three fingers inside me until she's all the way in, stroking my walls. “Oh, fuck-" i moan, gripping the bedsheets tighter as my leg tenses around Jill’s waist. Her hand moves from my breast to my neck choking me slightly, “Jill-“ I breathe out signaling I’m close, “shhh…You're gonna cum just like this," she hisses in my ear, squeezing my throat a little tighter.

She keeps thrusting inside me, curling her fingers as she strokes that spot inside me making me whimper and moan out her name. 

“Jill!”

“Cum for me darling…” she whispers as she quickens her pace slightly and I cum with a loud groan. “Soo good for me…” she mumbles kissing me softly as she rubs the tip of the strap along my slit, “Jill I can’t-“ she shushes me and holds my hands above my head as she pushes the strap into me, “Jill!” I whimper as she kisses me again, her lips pulling away from mine as she begins to fuck me slowly, “fuck…you feel so good…” she says against my lips, hers ghosting over mine. I whimper trembling in both pleasure and pain, “Jill please I can’t-“ “I know you can give me one more baby, please I want to cum thinking of you squeezing around my cock…” Jill says Thrusting in and out of me stroking the same spot inside of me over and over until tears run down my face.

“Come on baby, I know you can do it…” “p-please Jill I can’t-“ I whimper. “Yes you can.” She states, her thrusts getting harder but remain the same, moving slightly out before thrusting relentlessly back in. The rough sensation brings me closer and closer to the edge and Jill knew it. I feel myself clenching around the dildo and Jill moans out, “fuck, just like that baby, I’m close-please” my girlfriend whines and I moan at the sound, surprised at Jill’s reaction as she lets go of my hands causing me to throw them around her neck and dig my nails into her back moaning loudly as I feel her rubbing my clit and whispering dirty words to me as we both cum, Jill moaning and kissing my forehead as she does, “shit…” she mumbles as she collapses on top of me when we’re both finished. I whimper as she pulls the strap out of me and I squirt on her whimpering as I do, “fuck…” Jill mumbles going down on me to clean up my mess causing me to whimper and whine at the feeling. When she finishes she kisses me allowing me to taste myself, “you’re mine.” Jill says as she rubs small circles on my stomach, “I’m yours…” I whisper softly as I nuzzle into her. “I love you too y/n…” Jill says quietly. I hug her tighter and kiss my girlfriend’s lips as my hand finds its way into her dark hair.

[multirockbands]

A Broken Promise

•Layne Staley•

Summary: Layne promises the reader that he would try his best to get clean but the promise is broken one day.

Warnings: Slight smut, Death, Drug Use, fluff, sadness

Pairing: Layne Staley x fem!reader

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2OO2

“COME ON LAYNE YOU GOTTA STOP THIS!”, you shouted as you saw Layne preparing to inject a full syringe of heroin into his arm he looked up at you with guilt written all over his face, “I-I can’t stop I even tried I’m so sorry” he puts his head in his hands as he starts crying, dropping the syringe onto the floor, you put his head into your chest and run your hands through his hair gently soothing him “it’s ok just please stop this for me please I need you here” you felt a few tears running down your face before looking at him, he was a mess “here let’s clean you up” you went into the bathroom and ran Layne a bath and helped him with his clothes and helped him into the bath and started cleaning his hair as you were Layne looked up at you looking like he was gonna cry again “I’m sorry y/n” you looked down at him grabbing the side of his face gently for him to look back up at you “it’s ok Layne I just need you to stop and I promise I will help you I don’t wanna see you fall apart from this” he slightly smiled at you and kissed your lips gently “what did I do to deserve you” you smiled at him “you deserve everything in the world Staley”, after the bath and Layne getting dressed you went into the closet and saw his stash and flushed it down the toilet Layne saw and had sadness written on his face you looked at him walking over to him to sit next to him “I promise you’ll be ok I’ll help you I won’t leave you here Layne” “I don’t know if I can do it” you grabbed his head and put it on your chest “I’ll be with you Layne” you kissed the top of his head he rose from the position “I love you y/n” he smiled and kissed you deeply you felt a smile on your face as you kissed him back, you pulled away from the kiss for air smiling at him “I love you too Layne Staley” and reconnected your lips with his, you felt Laynes tongue against your lips for entrance which you gladly granted he laid you back and kissed down your neck he put his hand on the other side of your neck pulling you neck closer, he looked at you panting slightly “I’m sorry I hurt you I promise I’ll stop” you smiled at his comment kissing his lips “I hope so Layne I promise to help” he laid his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat “I promise” he said before dozing off into sleep”

*April 5th 2002*

You woke up and gently ran your head through Laynes hair smiling at him as you kissed the top of his head which caused him to wake up smiling, god how you loved his smile “Morning” you laughed “Good morning to you” you gently laid him next to you as you got clothes to shower “Lay with me” he laughed dragging the ‘e’ as he said it you just smiled at him and went into the bathroom running a shower, after your shower you saw Layne on the couch singing to himself, you decided to go to the store for some things and went over to Layne “do you want anything from around the corner” he looked up at you grabbing your hand “I’m ok baby” you smiled at him pecking his lips before walking to the store thinking about Layne ‘will he really stop?’ You kept walking trusting Layne.

*Laynes POV*

I sighed and looked down, ‘I need it’ I got up into the closet looking for my other stash y/n didn’t know about, I looked around until I found the stash “I’m so sorry” I said to myself ‘I promised’ I thought as I put the liquids into the syringe preparing to inject and decided to do another ‘another cant hurt right?’ I injected the other full syringe, after a few minutes I felt cold and sweaty feeling the beads go down my forehead, I started breathing heavily and felt my eyes going into the back of my head before blacking out into eternal darkness ‘what have I done’.

*Y/n POV*

You paid the cashier and started walking back home, you walked up the stairs to the condo grabbing the keys from your pocket and unlocking the door “Layne I’m back” you heard a silence and got worried “Layne?” You walked into the room and found Layne on the bed passed out “LAYNE NO!” You ran over to him trying to get him to wake up “YOU PROMISED LAYNE, YOU PROMISED” you went over to the phone dialing 911, after a while you were crying over Layne and the paramedics arrived and grabbed you off of Layne and did everything they could to help him but was pronounced dead, you broke down and wanted him to come back why couldn’t he come back to have another chance you whispered to yourself crying heavily “you promised”.

*Present*

You looked down at a picture of you and Layne, you really wished he didn’t do this all you wanted to do was help him, he promised he would stop, you had a son and named him after Layne “He wouldn’t want you to be sad mum” he was right, layne would’ve wanted you to live your life without him even though you couldn’t see him, he was always with you no matter what went wrong “your right” you sighed putting the picture with the rest of the pictures with you two “he promised he would stop” you felt your son hug you collapsed in his arms “he loves you for everything that you did for him, he’s keeping you safe mum he loves you after everything that went wrong” you wiped your tears away smiling at your son going for a walk to clear your mind with your only thought ‘What if he did stopped?’.

A/n: this was pretty long let me know what you think and please send requests you have any have a good day!

[100and1fics]

(004/101)

Summary: 'CHUCK: No, uh, this time [Lilith’s] a "comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana.”' A look at the woman Lilith possesses in season 4. [403 words]

You lose your first tooth at Jennifer Gaines’s birthday party, eating Baskin-Robbin’s cookie dough ice cream cake. You bite down and it hurts, a shock of cold, and when you cough into your hand, there’s a white bright tooth in the middle of your palm. Jennifer gasps when you show her, asking if you’re OK, all of her teeth still firmly in her skull, and you laugh because you know all about the Tooth Fairy and how she’s going to give you a present and that now you’re going to start growing your adult teeth. The real ones. When you wriggle awake the next morning and check under your pillow, there’s a whole dollar, just for you.

You lose your virginity to Logan Snow, your boyfriend and the cutest boy in the whole school. It’s also why you lose Jennifer, because she likes Logan but Logan likes you. You lose Logan when you’re seventeen and the two of you have your fight outside of Dairy Queen, the one that gets you branded the Dairy Bitch, where he keeps saying you have to keep it, and you’re so stupid because you didn’t think to wear waterproof mascara and you can’t stop crying so of course it’s dripping off your lashes and down your cheeks and ruining everything.

You lose your body when you’re twenty eight, getting ready for work at Bloomington Dental Group. One second you’re washing your face, the next you’re surrounded by charcoal hot darkness. You open your mouth to scream but it hurts, a wildfire burning down your throat, into your stomach legs hands everywhere. Then your mouth curls into a smile. “Oh, this one’s pretty and grown-up too,” your lips say. Your legs walk into your bedroom. You lose your clothes to hands that take off your pajamas and then spend minutes trying on everything in your closet until they settle on a low-cut blouse and skirt and all of you can think is, don’t wear that, you can’t wear that, it doesn’t match, and on the edge of your vision in the bathroom mirror you see your mouth bunch up, petulant, and say: “I don’t care if it doesn’t match! I like it. I want it.”

You lose everything; you become your own shadow. When the end finally comes, for you and her and the world, there's a gaudy dress and a black-eyed man and a white bright light.

[sykosomatic]

Tee hee hee can you write adam surviving the bathroom but hes really messed up and shit. Also I would not mind some hurt/comfort

(heavily heavily inspired by this post, so thank you op!!!)

‘adam survives the bathroom and is fucked up’ au for all my angst fans out there <3

i was gently flirting with the idea of a part 2, let me know if that’s something you’d want lol

⚠️ content warning!!!!! depression, anxiety, ptsd symptoms ⚠️

and if you were curious, this is the song i was listening to while i was writing lol:

blinds shuttered in a quick whoosh, plastic clacking against itself as adam’s heavy eyes fought to stay open just a few minutes longer. the sun had set; it was dark out, the sky turning a dark, heavy purple. he stared at the blinds for a second, blinking slow and heavy. his little flip phone buzzed on his bed, another phone call missed. they’d leave another voicemail.

adam checked, double checked, triple checked his locks; his closet, his bathtub, under his bed. he sank slowly onto his bed, arms folded so his hands white-knuckled his biceps. he shivered a bit, but it wasn’t cold in his apartment.

“i wanna live! i wanna live!”

and he had. somehow he had clung to life long enough to get out of that damn bathroom, and what had it helped? what, did he think everything was just gonna go back to normal, now? now that he’d been through that?

adam couldn’t sleep. he hadn’t slept much since he’d gotten.. well, if you wanted to call it rescued. in truth he was on the fence about whether he should’ve died in that bathroom. the people who’d found him called it a miracle and adam had to say he agreed. cosmic injustice; a gift straight from god himself, whoever that was.

he sighed softly as he stood, rubbed his hands on his arms to keep himself from shivering. the doctor told him he had circulation issues now. because amanda — he’d learned that was her name after her and her weirdo ‘boss’ tried to recruit him.. after he ‘won’ — had strangled him with a plastic bag. she’d been sent to do a mercy killing maybe. and he’d survived. twice he’d survived that bathroom. why wasn’t he done yet?

adam had a collection of other maladies courtesy of john kramer — jigsaw.

his grip strength in his right arm was a little.. wonky. it felt like what people described carpal tunnel to be, tight muscles and a weak grip, pain when trying to hold something tightly. he’d been scrubbing a plate the other day and found out that he probably shouldn’t do that.

he didn’t think it was a huge problem but — he’d gotten odd looks from his friends when he spoke.

they said he was… different. and well.. duh, he was different. you don’t go through prisoner of war type torture and come out the other side shiny and clean.

he didn’t like the way they said it though. he hadn’t talked to them in a long time because of it. well that and the fact that he spent most of his time sitting in his bed and staring at the wall. thinking. he’d never spent that much time thinking before.

he went to the bathroom— his bathroom— catching his reflection in the mirror and seeing streaks of tears down his cheeks. he hadn’t realized he’d been crying. he’d been having days like that — most days were like that. he used the heels of his hands and rubbed stars into his eyelids, trying not to see lawrence’s foot out of the corner of his eyes.

lawrence; he hadn’t thought about that name in at least a day. a new record. the only other person who knew exactly what he’d gone through, and he hadn’t bothered to reach out. yet. maybe he was going through the same things (or at least similar things) as adam was. adam himself hadn’t spoken a word out loud in a very long time. not since the last time a friend had come to check on him. was that last week? he didn’t know, couldn’t remember. he sighed, started stripping down out of his clothes. cold showers and nightmares were the only things that kept him awake.

he couldn’t help but think about lawrence in the shower, while he washed himself with one arm as the other sort of hung there idly by his side. he wondered what sorts of things lawrence had to do now, now that he’d cut off his own foot.

on the surface adam looked unchanged, save for the gaunt look in his eyes and sunken cheeks, his already slender frame astonishingly leaner with stress. he maybe looked like a drug addict, he thought, but drugs were one thing he hadn’t sunk to yet. he figured he’d have to leave the apartment for that and he really didn’t want to. not just yet.

adam finished his sad little shower, drying off and stepping back into his apartment. it was cooler now, he thought, surely it wasn’t just him being unreasonably cold all the time.

he suddenly remembered he’d left his window open when he’d shut the blinds, and he could feel his heart about to explode as he rushed over to shut it. he could feel his vision start to blur and his head spin, the edges of his sight turning dark as he fought the urge to panic. he slammed the window shut; it creaked as he clicked the locks shut.

his chest heaved as he sat down on his bed, half-naked, grabbing the knife he kept under his pillow. he brandished it out into the dark as he stood and re-checked everything three more times. he didn’t find anything. how could he have forgotten to shut the window?

adam dropped the knife on his bed suddenly as if it was burning him; for a second it looked like a bloody hacksaw by the streetlight coming through the slats in his blinds.

he collapsed in shuddering sobs quite suddenly, bringing his knees up to his chest. his face pressed against his knees, he let himself cry for a bit. when his body couldn’t take it anymore, he looked up, caught his phone buzzing again.

missed calls from friends, a few texts from them as well. checking in half-heartedly. he could tell they were getting tired of him being.. the way he was. well he figured he wasn’t changing back anytime soon. not unless they could erase his memory for him or fix what that bathroom had broken in him.

and then he saw it — an unknown number messaging him. he picked up the phone and looked at it, his eyes savoring the shape of the letters, taking them in and digesting them, holding them close to him, letting him just live in them for a moment.

‘adam? it’s lawrence. do you have a moment to talk?’

adam felt his lips curve up into the closest thing they’d gotten to a smile in a long long time. if anyone was able to help talk him off the edge it had to be someone who went through the same thing as him. right?

[deadmandreams]

Four | Five

⚠️: same old warnings

y/n pov:

you were back in the hallway. naoya was still sitting behind his table. two of his crew were watching outside. scarface was guarding the front door. The other two were keep watching the back door. you were sitting right beside toji. after your huge fight, you decided is time to stop judging him and wait for his plan. diner's weather was a bit cold. you were shaking a little bit. toji noticed your shaky figure. he threw his hand on your shoulders and pulled you to his side. you didn't know was it for mental support or his hot body warmed you up. you felt safe. fuck naoya, you felt safer than ever. maybe having toji by your side was a miracle. without him, you would break down by now. you inhaled his bittersweet scent and leaned into him unconsciously and purred. toji smirked as he looked at your relaxed face. naoya's face twitched.

"tch. I can't keep it up with your stupid show. hope he's showing up soon. masaki how much he's late?"

"few hours sir."

"fucker. that son of bitch I swear to god is going to pay for mocking me. I gotta say your stupid lovey-dovey state is not helping either. toji I thought you're a real man not a fucking simp like this." toji deep breathed through your hair as he stared at him. he was daring him to do something about it. "jealous?"

naoya gnashed his teeth.

"toji don't make me mad, you don't know me and you definitely don't know what things I'm capable to do."

"oh yeah? like what? wanna pick another cute waitress and threaten her to kill me? or you're just gonna cry about it."

naoya snapped out of his place.

"Don't mess with me man. you don't know who I am. I need to make one phone call and your family is going to pay for what you did"

"yeah...same old pussy naoya. whenever you get into something serious you'll go and hide behind your daddy and your stupid family. I know who you are. that fucking zenins gave me nothing but a broken personality and physical damage. I had to pick my dead wife's name to clear up zenins out of my life."

your eyes got opened.

"oh my god...toji..." you hugged him involuntarily. you remembered earlier when you misjudged him. you knew having a terrible family is the worst.

"is alright doll." he patted your head. naoya narrowed his eyes.

"Should've known you were that pathetic loser who got kicked out of the clan. you should be dead by now. you worthless pain on the ass" now if toji did keep it cool before this, he was damn mad right now. you could see it in his eyes. he was thirsty for this man's blood. maybe this was his dark side he warned you about. his eyes were frozen on naoya as he whispered in your ear.

"hey y/n. I want you to go and hide under the counter where no one can see you." "What?"

"it will be over soon. don't come out till I say your name. be a good girl and do as I say."

"ok"

you ran to the kitchen. you find the closet for bread and groceries and you hide in it. you heard one or two different gunshots and naoya that was swearing to toji and calling for his crew back up. then a few minutes later after they ran out of bullets you heard toji add a few swears and guns started shooting again. you were sure toji just came out of his shelter because there were a few shouts of pain and everything went to a deadly silence. what happened? is he alright? please god please let him be ok so I can hear his voice with a cheesy remark. you heard footsteps in the kitchen. come on toji. please say something. don't let me think naoya did something horrible to you.

"where are you birdie? is over now. told you to go the counter, kitchen is too damn far for an oldman like me." you jumped out of the closet

"there she is."

you hugged him tightly.

"toji im so happy you're alright. one second I thought....everything was fucking silent...I thought something bad just happened."

"for who? for me? cut the bullshit princess is too good to die in a fucked up diner like this. let's go birdie everything is alright now."

you were giggling when you heard someone laugh and pulled the safety lever.

"toji look out!" you came out from behind him and you shield yourself.

toji pov:

naoya that fucker. toji should make sure he's dead next time, not that he's still alive and someone's else blood covered this fact for him.

"alright you disgusting love birds, I will finish you with my own hands. screw this deal and screw this date. that son of a bitch didn't show up and my people died. I guess I have to kill you two and say that mission failed. bummer! any last words?" If it wasn't for y/n in front of him, toji would risk everything and attacked naoya. He's a pussy. direct attacks will scare the shit out of him. toji looked behind him and see your cook, yaga with a chair behind his head. toji smirked

"yeah hears something I like to add."

naoya snored.

"what??"

"sweet dreams naoya"

"yeah, you think you're better than me even when I have the gun? that's why I always hated y-"

yaga slammed the chair and naoya fell to the ground.

"YAGA! how did you-"

"is a long story l/n. sorry, I kept long. we should thank our friend for saving us from this illegal mafia. thank you sir"

"yeah. thank you toji. for everything. and of course, blowing those assholes"

"y/n, language!"

"okkay...but we own you big time. we will make it up to you. I will personally make it up to you because of everything you've been through and well you know...anything ever happened to you no matter where you are we will help you out."

toji smirked

"yeah, thanks doll but you don't need to get yourself in trouble. free coffee can help." yaga and you looked at each other. of course, he would underestimate you guys but you meant every word.

****

toji got his stuff together.

"so you sure you don't need help cleaning this mess?" you and yaga shook your heads

"of course. Don't mind it at all. consider it done."

"alright. I'm going then."

you couldn't stay still

"hey toji"

"yeah birdie?"

"see ya"

he smiled and shook his head, and then, he left the diner. you followed him midway you shook your hand till he disappeared from your sight. A few months later, after toji started and finished several missions, still he was thinking about you all the time. the way you looked in your cute skirt. the way you smelled and talked. and your sweet innocent eyes. he really missed you and the way you acted with your sweet smile. people like you deserve the best. is a shame this world is so unfair against you two. toii was waiting for shiu kong to come and give him new info about his next mission. his pockets are a bit empty so he will accept anything with good money in it. "alright toji here's the new profile. you remember one of your last missions when we sent you to war-torn zone?"

"hey, that was a shitty one. zenin clan is still pissed at me. they threatened me few times and they still send assassins. that is a huge pain on the ass."

"hey I know, I know that was a huge risky one. but come on you wanted the money not me."

"yeah well, whatever it was is over now. alright? I'm not going there ever again. maybe for one cup of coffee but that's all." "alright then. you sure you don't want this new mission?"

"yeah of course I am."

"even if they pay you triple this time?" toji's face twitched

"wait wait...let me see the profile again." "no I'm sorry man it's either in or out. is a real important thing so info is classified"

kong looked at toji with a sarcastic smile. "you bastard. you know money is my only weakness. let me see the profile" kon smiled and slide the documents on the table. toji checked them out. same place. same info. "look you gotta shiting me alright? I told you no one nor a mafia was there alright? is this a prank?" kong raised his eyebrows.

"prank? for christ's sake, NO! look this time our guy find some new information about your target. last time you had nothing. we found some valuable info about their main headquarters and a few names. now you have a name you have a face to kill. I gotta say everyone wants her dead"

"oh yeah?....that will help a lot. let me see this motherfuck-"

Y/N, L/N

Head of new obstructionists in the region

committed few murders against old-line clans.

and there was a picture of you shooting with a machine gun. no, it's impossible. toji looked at the image few times. like he expected it to show a different person each time. but no...there she was with her glory and her beautiful eyes. she was a different person in this photo. a monster. just like him when he was shooting in the diner. seems y/n was right. you will meet again.

Thank you guys for the support and everything. Hope you enjoyed it.