#it wasn't something good from the very beginning

[alarajrogers]

In many cases it's been revolution and genocide. The French Revolution murdered thousands of French people who were not nobility, as well as wiping out most of the nobility, and Communist revolutions have a bad habit of also killing a lot of educated people (and Jewish people, in countries where Jewish people are -- not many Jews in Cambodia to begin with, but many Jews in Russia were killed after Russia went Soviet.)

Revolutions are not a good thing, generally speaking. The American "Revolution" was an exception because it wasn't a revolution, it was a successful battle against an occupying colonial power -- which meant that it was never about Americans vs Americans, and rich and poor Americans alike could both point to the Brits, who they couldn't get to and therefore couldn't go murder, as the source of their troubles. All they needed to do was terrorize every American who still supported British rule into running away to Canada, and kill enough British soldiers in combat that the Brits withdrew. There was also already a local government that could step in and take over, so no period of anarchy.

Actual revolutions, where the people rise up against their own leaders, result in enormous collateral damage, which usually includes any kind of ethnic minority, queers, people with a different religion, and people in the middle class. The actual filthy rich can usually flee in time.

In some alternate history without Hitler, the Communists successfully took over Germany, but the outcome for queers and Jews would not have been a lot better. Somewhat better, based on what we see from looking at Russia, but not much.

Right now we're at an inflection point where we could go full fascist -- certainly the outcome Donny Boy and his people want -- or we could have a revolution -- lotta people with guns in this country and all they have to do is get sufficiently disillusioned with Don Boy -- or we could successfully ride it out and return to normal liberal democracy as people in general become utterly disgusted with the Republicans' inability to make anything better for anyone. Fascism is somewhat more likely, then liberal democracy return, then communist revolution -- the last one is actually quite unlikely in the US. Or, we could go a fourth way that no one here can predict. Popular uprisings always result in Communism, Fascism, or Liberal Democracy (often where Liberal Democracy very quickly de-evolves into Fascism, unfortunately); even the religious ones are sufficiently totalitarian in nature that it entirely depends on whether the religious leaders lean left or right in their economic ideology, but it'll end up as something a lot like one of those.

[adieutristana]

hello omg just found your blog and might i say your writing style is so gorgeous?? absolute chefs kiss 💯. aaaaaanywho, i read your post about how the arcane women would be during aftercare. i was wondering if it would be possible to maybe write a dribble drabble of how sevika would react to reader going like completely nv (non verbal) and dissociated after said hankey pankey actions? 🤔 💭.

feel free to ignore if this makes you uncomfortable!! :3 have a good rest of your day/evening and happy holidays!

of course! thank you for the request <3 i appreciate your kind words, it means a lot that you enjoy my writing :) happy (late) holidays to you as well!

summary; sevika and her girlfriend during aftercare. reader goes nonverbal and dissociates.

characters included; sevika

tags/warnings; nothing explicit but very suggestive, comfort (no hurt), fluff, just sweet, nonverbal / dissociative episodes

men and minors dni.

your back hits the mattress, sheets clinging to your sweaty skin.

that was… intense. it usually is with sevika. but good. you can't feel it right now, but you know that in an hour or two, your legs will grow sore. your breath is coming to you slowly, although it's still a bit difficult. you're still slightly trembling. your girlfriend is in the next room, quickly rolling a cigar before she joins you in bed. it’s become a routine of sorts.

roll the cigar, climb in bed with you, hold you, talk about whatever’s on yours or her mind. sevika was always gentle, doting afterward. looking out for you, then herself. before entering a relationship with her, you’d never expected her to be affectionate. she never expected herself to be affectionate. but the moment your eyes locked with her own, things changed.

sevika slowly makes her way to the bed, sitting down next to you with her back propped on the headboard as she uses a blanket to cover her lower half. she comes to light her cigar, taking a long drag before looking down at you.

“you alright?”

you make a little ‘mm’ noise, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. your breathing has evened out for the most part, although sweat still clings to your skin and you’re still a bit shaky. sevika purses her lips, leaning down over you slightly. it’s not often that you give her this… lackluster of a response.

“you sure you’re okay?”

she presses, earning a slow nod from you. not much is getting through to you right now… it was good. amazing. but right now, you just feel so out of it. an out of body experience, in some way.

sevika lets out a heavy sigh and puts her cigar out in a bedside ashtray, deciding to inch closer to you. she's concerned, to say the very least. did she go too far? did she do something that she wasn't supposed to? not notice something you had said? she hesitantly drapes an arm over your chest, laying on her side as she takes in your flat expression.

“did i hurt you?”

she asks. always straight to the point, but she’s never seen you like this after sex. she’s worried. the anxiety is quickly relieved after she sees you frantically shaking your head. no, she didn’t hurt you. she wasn’t too rough. but that doesn’t explain why you’re just blinking with a dazed look, as if you’re only partially present. you’re aware of what she’s saying, at the very least.

but she won’t press. she’s concerned. she knows that you’re not completely yourself right now for whatever reason. she doesn’t want to force an answer out of you if you don’t want to give it to her at this moment. so instead, the woman opts to gently pull you into her arms and hold you close to her chest.

she feels your arms slowly wrap around your waist, and your head nestling into her chest. this is good. this is a good thing.

“i take it you’re just not up to talk right now, huh…?” sevika mutters, reaching to begin gently running her fingers along your bare back. lightly raking her fingernails in a soothing motion, the cold metal of her other arm slightly grounding you. “that’s alright. i can talk instead.”

sevika continues running her fingers over your back, a rhythmic motion that she hopes serves to soothe.

"you did great for me... you always do." she mutters, that low drawl of hers evident. "and you're doing great now. i don't know what's going on... maybe you need time to process?"

sevika wonders, maybe more to herself than to you. nonetheless, she presses a gentle kiss to your temple. lips the slightest bit rough, fingernails still going up and down your back.

"i don't know. but i'll be here."

she smiles when you slowly nod, making eye contact with her. you lean slightly closer to her touch, seeking the warmth that she offers. a calloused hand, firm body, soft touch. the smell of smoke and sweat. it's everything that you could hope for in this moment, paired with that low voice of hers.

"there you are."

your eyes looking at hers. what a privilege. this isn't something sevika thought she'd ever get, only having had flings and brothel visits in the past. she didn't think romance was something in the cards for her, and she didn't think she'd ever particularly want it. yet here she is, holding a woman who she loves and who loves her in return. after showing that love to her.

if that woman isn't feeling the most herself right now, then that's fine. at least she knows she enjoyed herself, but she'll be here while she finds what she needs.

"and you look as beautiful as ever."

she murmurs, moving her hand from your back to gently grasp at your shoulder. running a calloused hand up and down your upper arm in slow, caring motions. her eyes take in your expression, relaxed and a bit dissociated. you're always beautiful to her.

the curve of your cheekbones, the edge of your jawline, the softness of your cheeks, the way your lips curl up the slightest bit. sevika could melt. gods, she feels strange admitting that to herself. she could melt from how stunning her girlfriend is. who would've thought?

she continues to press light kisses to your face- your cheeks, your forehead, the bridge of your nose, over any freckles or moles you may have. this might be on sevika's list of favorite things to do, to just take you in. the way your eyes flutter closed as you feel her lips on you.

"let me know when you come to, but i'll be here until then... and after."

sevika murmurs, slowly dragging her thumb along your bottom lip. she can't deny that she's still a bit worried, although part of her will always worry. that's her job, isn't it? to make sure you're okay, you're safe, you're happy.

but right now, you just need her. and sevika is more than happy to give you everything within her reach.

[ihaznoclue]

May I request Shadow the Hedgehog, Maybe that the reader is very close to shadow as well as Maria because the reader and Maria were siblings so the reader knew shadow

But since Shadow was sealed for 50 years the reader thought they lost both their sibling and a friend

But later on, maybe the reader and shadow reunite as reader runs to shadow and shadow doesn't believe it until the reader hugs him making him believe that the reader were alive and real

HE NEEDS A HUG MY POOR BBY

He does! Like My poor baby suffered enough :(

Pairings -> Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Warnings -> Past Trauma, Loss of a loved one

Note -> Reader is beginning to think they lost their sibling and their friend but they reunit with shadow after so many years of guilt

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

This might be a long story as I thought of writing something like this!

Shadow the Hedgehog

In the past years of living by yourself, you felt guilty for not being able to be there for them and to say a final goodbye.

In the past, you lost both your sister and your very best friend in a blow out at the G.U.N base, they simply wanted shadow to be gone but Maria didn't seem to let him go.

Sadly you were pulled out of the room where you are Maria and shadow who were just simply having a good time until the alarms went off, Gerald coming into the room to get them before it was to late.

One of the Gun men decided to shoot from getting 'orders from someone' as Walter tried to stop them causing them to miss but hit the tubes of orange stuff that caused them to explode.

That result in Maria dying and you weren't there to help her or say goodbye.

But you didn't know if Shadow was alive or not, simply thinking about it every single day to the point, it was like a big missing piece of your heart.

But to this very day you still think about them..

"Name! Come on, we are going camping!" Tom yelled out to you where you were sitting on kitchen table trying to write some stuff, you completely forget that you were going camping with the others.

That sort of helped you lighten up, you were willing to be happy for them. Tom and Maddie were like your parents but not really, you loved them dearly as they helped you in and gave you shelter. A home and a Family.

"Coming!" You shouted back as you quickly put on your shoes on as you tripped a little bit and ran outside closing the door behind you. Sonic, Tails and Knuckles were already in the back of the car.

"Oh Hun, your shoe laces" Maddie then kneeled down to do them for you. "Oh Thank you" You said waiting for her to finish with both of your shoes, she then patted your shoes to let you know she finished doing them.

She smiled at you and you smiled back as she pulled you in by wrapping a arm on your shoulder "You excited?" She asked

You nodded "I've never really went camping before"

"Well you are going to love it!" Maddie said as she shook you gently then walked to the car

You were going to have fun and you know it

"Come one Name! We are going Camping~" Sonic sang as he did a little dance, you chuckled as you opened the door at the back, putting your seatbelt on as you were ready to go.

The camping site wasn't too far away, it was in the bush where the lake was, it looks beautiful. The water sparkled from the sunlight, the bushes greener than ever. You never knew that the outside was this gorgeous.

When you were younger, you always looked out for Maria and stayed with her, she couldn't leave the base as her sickness became worse, only the time was when you and her got shadow to look at the stars.

-Flashback-

You were simply in the room trying to sleep but couldn't, shadow was sleeping peacefully beside you as you turned around to see if Maria was asleep but she wasn't there.

You lifted your head up to look around the room, suddenly the door slide open as Maria was smiling brightly

"Maria? What are you doing?" You asked but she shushed you, she then walked over to shadow as she gently woke him up as well causing him to look confused while being sleepy.

You tried not to laugh as you got out of the pillow fort, shadow following you as he held your hand as you two followed Maria to a lift

"Wait, Where are we going?" You asked, Maria simply such smile as she spoke

"you'll see~" She winked then pulled the lever of the lift when you and shadow were on it

The lift then stopped at the very top as a opening opened revealing such a gorgeous sight of so many stars, you stepped off the lift as you looked around to see so many white flowers on the ground of grass

"Oh wow" You were amazed

"This can be our very spot" She smiled once more, you loved her smile, very bright and happy even though she was suffering with a illness

You guys were all sitting down looking at the stars, shadow was sleeping on your lap, gently petting his head. You and Maria talked until you felt tired yourself as you yawned then leaned your head down on her shoulder

You missed those days..

But everything can't be the same as it use to be...

-End of flashback-

You and The Wachowski family were standing by as Sonic, Tails and Knuckles went to race, apparently sonic fell for it as he raced the holograms that Tails created

You ruffled his yellow soft fur as a good job as you all now started to prepare something special for sonic. His Bearthday birthday.

Now you were all having a fun time roasting marshmallows, this wasn't so bad. Camping was fun, spending with the right people, your family.

Thattsss until a helicopter came in, making everything blow away as sonic, tails and knuckles knew who these people were. But you..

Once you saw the word G.U.N you instantly was sent to the past on what happened to Maria and Shadow...

But you didn't say a word as you didn't want to ruin anything. Sonic, Tail and Knuckles was asked to go to Tokyo to save the people there from something so they agreed, leaving you, Tom and Maddie together.

You hoped they were going to be okay, they were like your younger brothers but.. aliens? Animals?

Either way you still hoped they were going to be okay, as the helicopter left. You, Tom and Maddie decided to go back home.

It's been a while since you heard from sonic, you were just resting on the couch along side with Tom and Maddie as they did some hobbies that they haven't done before.

They seemed bored and you were bored as well, you couldn't blame them as Sonic, Tails and Knuckles were the fun around the house, keeping everyone happy and charged up for some fun time.

You were laying on to the single couch, legs hanging from the arm rest while your head was on the other side of the arm rest. Sighing every time while Tom and Maddie did their stuff to entertain themselves.

You then heard a little noise as you look over to see a golden ring being opened, Tom and Maddie instantly stood up, you quickly sat up as you notice a familiar red colour

It was knuckles, a chaina round him and a pole behind him, you could also see a blue and yellow colour behind him

"Tom, Maddie, Name, we need your help on a super..." sonic paused, "Knuckles do you mind?"

"Oh excuse me" Knuckles said as he woddled around to show sonic as he then continued "Tom, Maddie, Name. We need your help on a super mission!" He shouted

Maddie and Tom just looked at each other "We're In!" They said together

Then everyone looked at you as you raised a hand up "Same here" You said as you smiled at sonic which caused him to be all excited for this mission

London, this is where the G.U.N base is and all you need to do is go with Maddie and Tom to put the USB that we got from tails to plug it in the device system

Sounds easy enough... except there are so many guards but luckily Tails is way ahead as he gave you guys holograms to change yourself into other people

While Tails is somewhere else, sonic on the bridge to be ready at any moment while knuckles was on the big clock to break glass.. for emergencies only

You, Maddie and Tom switched as you guys went into the base up to the front which caused Maddie to go into character a little bit too much

Now you guys were in the device system to plug into the USB so Tails could get into the system itself but unfortunately there was another one that look like

Eggman's?

"Eggman is here?" You asked as you looked at Tom as he told tails there was another USB already plugged into the thing

Now everything went very bad, Eggman was maybe already up the key, Tom told you to hide somewhere as he heard people coming so you quickly hid as you saw Maddie and Tom get caught as they walked out of the room that you were hiding in

"Damn it.." You then crouched and then fully stood up walking to the door as you looked out to see no-one so you went out and tried to find Tom and Maddie

A lot of chaos happened in one go as you heard a crash on the building above you, might of been knuckles which meant that something was happening because he was meant to break glass in case of emergencies

Now you were lost

"This base is a maze" You whined as you ran every corner until you were met with..

A hedgehog?

You then looked down to see a familiar face, realizing it was..

"TOM!" You shouted out causing the hedgehog ears to flick at the suddenly shout as you ran to Tom

"Tom? Tom.." You shook him to see if he was going to wake up, you felt like crying at that moment at he didn't seem to flinch or move at all

He seriously hurt

Your brows furrow as you looked at the culprit to only see a familiar hedgehog in your eyes

Your breath hitched, it had also seem that shadow noticed you as well as you two stared at each other

You heard him say your name in a soft voice, your tears started to swell up in your eyes

"Shadow..."

The you heard sonics voice shout out for Tom that caused Shadow to grab you and then teleport both of you out of that spot causing to look confused for a moment

You were now in a quiet and empty room, the lights dim as if this room was no longer needed for anything

You noticed that you sitting down, you then started to look around the room to see if you could spot shadow anywhere

You eventually did as he was a couple steps in front of you, you could see his crimson eyes looking at you

Looking at your every move that you did

"Shadow.. Is it really you?"

You heard a little huff meaning that was yes

Your body now moving on its own as you started to stand up as if you were really happy to see him again

Shadow noticed as he didn't move a muscle, seeing your tired and sad face made him knew that you missed him dearly then he saw you running to him causing him to widen his eyes at the suddenly movement

You run at him and then hugged him causing him to fall over, your face on his chest fur as you were now crying, tightening your arms around him

Shadow didn't believe it at first if you were real or not but he now knows that you were here with him at this very moment

You then felt furry arms wrap around you, a hand holding on the back of your head as the other was on your back, feeling that shadow was trembling as he heard you sob

As you two held each other for the very first time in forever..

I got lazy at the end :P

-A<3

[reallyromealone]

Title: mate oh my mate chapter 2

Fandom: vampries knight

Characters: vampire knight cast

Fic type: fluff, angst

Pairings: Kaname. x reader, yuuki x Kaname one sided

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, Omega male reader, yuuki is angry, one sided love, reader has powers, reader can see the future and is an empath

Notes: thank you all for the support it genuinely means the world to me

Summary: things quickly spiral and Yuuki has enough and cross realizes that (name) knows more than he lets on

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Yuuki couldn't stop staring at him.

The other Omega.

(Name) Walked with a grace she couldn't even begin to emulate and a poise that made her look like a wild animal and all that made her despise the vampire prince. (Name) Barely acknowledged her, not to be rude but their paths didn't cross very often and when they did he was so fucking kind to her!

"Just because he's an Omega, suddenly he's more important than anyone else!" Yuuki ranted to Sayori who listened patiently, knowing the brunettes love/obsession for Kaname and the sudden competition was driving the poor girl into a spiral. Sayori didn't have the heart to tell her that Yuuki was never even in the race, seeing how Kaname looked at (name) the few times that she saw them... That was a love that could never be faked. "I-I just have to show him that I'm good enough! That I can be a capable wife!"

Sayori didn't say anything but let her continue until the morning bells rang, halting the girls ranting.

(Name) Politely chatted with Aido, not sitting to close to the Alpha and primarily letting the Alpha chat away while Kaname spoke with the teacher,(name) liked Aido as the blond treated him like a genuine friend which was something (name) didn't have much of due to his status. "Thankfully the day students are less crazy in the mornings since they're tired and have to be in class!" Aido cheered and (name) nodded, finding the evening switch to be quite intense and the Omega frankly didn't know what to do with so many people fawning over him.

"(Name)" Kaname called out to his mate, (name) politely saying his goodbyes to Aido before promptly walking to Kaname with an obedience that made the Alpha let out a soft rumble, happy (name) was being good for him; mostly due to the fact (name) wasn't Hungry.

"Are you ready to leave?" Kaname) asked in a whisper, kissing his mates temple and (name) closed his eyes before nodding, exhaustion hitting him in slow moving waves.

The night class never spoke about the fact Kaname and (name) shared a bed, it kept (name)s instincts at bay and calmed him considerably... None of them wanted to deal with him when he was even slightly feral.

"Then let's get to bed ,yes?"

-

"So why is (name) treated the way he is?" Zero asked his adoptive father who sighed "Zero, do you know what a feral Omega is like?" He asked the young alpha calmly, the white haired teen thought for a moment before answering "they're strong, they run in instincts and they could take down an alpha if their instincts were on high Enough alert"

"Good you pay attention in class, now take all that and put that into a vampire who struggles with reality because they're a seer and the only person who can keep them calm is a busy alpha vampire trying to keep his sibling from putting the seer Omega into a spiral" cross was rarely this serious, staring at the other calmly and Yagari blew smoke from his cigarette "(name) is incredibly dangerous but he is incredibly vital, him being here and monitored by not just the night class will keep him and everyone safe"

Zero thought about his mentor and adoptive father's words "but why keep him alive if he's so dangerous?"

"(Name) Can see the future and can predict danger with terrifying accuracy, keeping him on our side is detrimental especially as the vampire royalty has made a treaty with the hunters!" cross smiled at the teen, wanting to calm him down a bit "so, as long as he's with Kaname or calm we shouldn't have problems"

"He must be a monster" zero spat, frustrated at the Omega being treated with such a level of superiority and cross sighed before looking out the window to see (name) walking with the night class "the thing is... Hes innocent, hes... He's just terrified and why wouldn't he? Would you not be terrified if you knew what everyones intentions were towards you? To detect ones emotions and know just how powerful one could be?"

"He lives in a nightmare in his own mind and we can merely bare witness to the events"

-

He could feet the rage, the resentment and the pure acidity of jealously radiate off his sister in law, the two locking eyes and flashes of her intentions and outcomes in the future flickering in this head before it locked onto Kaname protecting him from a rod.

He felt pity for her, he knew how vampiric traditions worked and he knew typically if it was possible, she would be with Kaname but (name) outranked her due to his omegan status...

He couldn't help but feel pity for her, breaking eye contact to continue walking to the night dorms while Kaname walked a bit behind, eyeing his sister with caution and trying to figure out what her next steps were.

Yuuki glared at (name), hands shaking and she hated that she couldn't smell his pharamones due to being a beta, (name) on the other hand smelling the anger radiating off her and scrunched his nose at the smell though to Yuuki it was seen as him looking at her with disgust.

And that's all she needed, pulling out her weapon to strike him down.

She ran full speed at (name) and jumped to strike him, (name) quickly turning and stepping away and letting Kaname step before him and block her attack. Yuuki was stunned at her brother, anger flooding her body and tears filled her eyes.

"That is enough!" Kanames voice bellowed through the courtyard, causing Yuuki to shrink back at the sound and (name) to fidget, a soft whine escaping his lips. "Yuuki, you were raised better than this" his voice firm and the girl glared at her brother teary eyed "you are old enough to keep your emotions in check, these childish tantrums are unbecoming and frankling pathetic, get your act together because no one cares to entertain these delusions!" Kaname would not tolerate his sister's blatant attack and if it weren't for the dwindling numbers of pure bloods, he would have struck her down where she stood.

He loved his sister deeply but this had to end.

"Whats going on?" Cross spoke hurriedly while Yagari and Zero followed behind, trying to assess the situation "Yuuki attacked (name), well attempted!" Aido called out and Ichigo checked in on said Omega who was mumbling things with his eyes closed much to the concern of everyone but Yuuki who was confused and a bit unsettled by the Omega "Kaname, take (name) back to the dorms will you?" Cross had to have a conversation with the youngest kuran-cross.

-

Kaname held (name) close, walking him briskly to the dorms while (name) whispered things that only Kaname could hear "her hearts made of fire and Brimstone.... Her impatience will cause her to fall from the tree..." (Name)s words barely made sense but Kaname put it together enough to know a problem when he seen one. "Let's rest now, love" he ushered him up to their room where (name) looked at kanames hand and the burn mark from the weapon "her fire burned you, my love" (name)s voice grew colder, the polite tone in his voice vanishing and at that moment Yuuki Kuran was an enemy to (name).

Kaname knew it was only a matter of time before (name)s instincts caused him to lash out, he would need to satisfy the omegas base instincts to settle him before (name) caused problems for the Alpha.

Oh the double edged sword of having a hopelessly in love mate...

"None of this..." Kaname scolded (name) lovingly and pulled him into a kiss, trying to distract him from the rage that was filling the others being "behave for your alpha" (name) enjoyed the kisses, his rage subsided to soak in the attention the other was giving him "but--"

"Shh" Kaname bit his own lip, blood staining the alphas bottom lip and immediately captivating (name) who wanted a taste.

And falling for Kanames tricks like an obedient dog.

But Kaname knew (name) wouldn't forget such insolence from Yuuki, he knew the Omega had cards up his sleeves that he had yet to share with his alpha, did he know of the attack? It would explain the step back...

He would have to gently interrogate (name) once the other calmed down, knowing if he didn't get this in check that Kaname would be an only child.

-

Cross remembered when he first met (name), the tragedy of someone so sweet slowly go mad due to the powers gifted to them from generations before, it was slight things that he noticed with (name), the mood swings and jumping from fully lucid and passive to existing in almost a dreamlike existence.

And now Yuuki made an enemy of (name), an Omega who was trying to find the fox in his henhouse but not knowing he was his own fox.

For Yuukis own safety, he had to put her under house arrest, he knew this was just teen jealously and she would realize what she did but till then, (name) was to be kept far away from her.

"She's furious but she's safe" Yagari said softly, having locked her in her old bedroom "I can't believe she would do something so rash and--"" she's a scorned lover even if that loves one sided" Yagari calmed the man "only (name) would have seen it"

Which was something that made them pause.

"(Name) Would have seen this, why didn't he say anything?"

But they subconsciously knew why.

(Name) Wanted a fight.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Now I'm curious as to the home lives of all the other students.

The Bully I think would come from a somewhat generic Lower-Class Nuclear Family household, one with the Stay-At-Home Mom, the Father that goes out and earns money, the Older Brother (Bully) and the Baby sister-

But it's a real version of the modern Nuclear Family.

The Dad's an authoritarian alcoholic, the Mom's a Karen, the Sister is a prissy little thing that's far and above more a bully than the Bully himself - yeah the Bully is Rude and crass and a Delinquent, but he rarely goes out of his way to hurt people (Until they end up in Fantasy Land.) His little sister (Who's like, 12-14) is a sadistic mean girl.

The biggest Reason he's coming around is that He's not sitting in the toxic environment of his home. He's always been a good person, he was just stuck surviving terrible circumstances.

The Prep Girl comes from a fairly well off Prepper Family - she lives just on the outskirts of (Home City/town) at a farm - she's the been keeping people fed and safe with her survival knowledge, at least in the beginning (Save for the time she killed the Nation's holy animal. That was almost really bad.)

Her family isn't a Nutso-selfish kind of Preppers, they're well thought out and prepared in a very real way - they have a plan with their neighbors set up in case of disaster, a Paddock for Chickens in their bunker, Grow places, replacement parts for Water Pumps and stuff - enough to last at least two decades in there, save for something like seeing the actual sun.

The Teen Mom is an only child, and she's currently living with her Aunt in a trailer park - very Penny from Stardew Valley - and in a night of simply wanting to feel wanted she got pregnant.

Her Aunt wasn't happy to learn this, but everyone else has been supportive about it. Pres makes sure she gets extensions on Tests and Classwork Deadlines, Prep has a schedule set up to get her to her appointments (MC Takes up most of the spots on there - He's got a lot of free time,) even the Bully protects her - makes sure no one who's actually nasty gets to her.

The Queen Bee has a normal Life. She's middle Class and her Parents are in a healthy relationship, and her siblings are well adjusted and don't have anything wrong.

The worst thing that happened to her was figuring out how to get a Double-Shot Mocha in Fantasy Land.

The standard 'entire class gets isekai'd to a fantasy world and the outcast MC is basically discarded' anime setting, where the MC, now assumed dead, decides to instead help the class of Heroes in the shadows, making sure they live up to what the people need.

However, the entire class knows that he's alive and are hellbent on dragging that son of a bitch back into the spotlight and to give him the recognition he deserves.

(And maybe because he was basically the entire class's Little Guy™.)

[eeuni]

like him ! b.e

angst, fluff, daddy issues, sh & ed

you had experienced a loss that time would not fix. your father was going around in your mind, after years without knowing about him, you still carried him in your heart everywhere. he was not in a coffin underground, but far away from you. very far away, much more his love. ever since you could remember, his fights with your mother went beyond the limit, broken glass, bleeding knuckles and screams could be seen and heard. after those fights he would grab his things, ready to leave and not come back, telling you that he didn't want to leave you, but he had to do it so he could come back the next day, as if nothing had happened.

you grew up not knowing what to expect, terrified that he would leave again, tired of seeing him leave and come back. he would sit you on the chair, your mother and him crying, repeating that it wasn't your fault but that they were going to start a divorce.

one more lie.

you fell asleep with a bitter taste, at fourteen, what else can you do? bleeding thighs, mirrors covered with sheets, nights without leaving the bed that seemed like your body was slowly beginning to rot. your father took you to the river, taught you how to use a gun, made you laugh.

and for a moment everything seemed to be stable, at least for a year. another fight ruined happiness, confidence, the desire to stay alive. now he has finally left home. "he's coming back tomorrow" you believed.

It had been so long since you saw your father walk through that cursed door. empty house, relapse, therapy, and a new man in the house. your mother's boyfriend. what a detestable thing. your mother complained that you never went out, that you were always sad, that you missed your dad but he was not a good person.

of course you knew, you knew what he had done, but not by his own decision. you left that house behind, you traveled to another country, you looked for a different nickname, you started smoking and being alone as always but in another place.

while you were studying and working you met zoe, your new friend. you discovered that she liked the smiths, so you decided to invite her to lunch. now at 21 you ordered a bottle of alcohol. she told you about billie.

oh, billie.

the beautiful black-haired girl who gave you a smile all the time, who took you to the best places to eat, bought you flowers, did everything in her power to make you look good and happy. you liked her instantly, fell in love within months, and your fear appeared out of nowhere, one summer night.

billie adjusted the sheets of her bed where you now slept almost every night. she hid in your chest, watching you from below smoking a cigarette. her eyes were shining.

"that smells like shit." she spoke, laughing.

"yeah, i know, but it's different when you smoke it." you put out the cigarette, billie had bought about two months ago a cute ashtray with flowers on it for you to use. "you know what? i think i'm broken."

billie looked at you confused, you had said that out of nowhere. "the other day a friend and i were talking, she told me about the love she feels for her friends and partner." you kept talking. "and i was like 'how do you not be afraid? ' "

"about what?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"you know...that you don't know how to love and that in one moment you want to give them all the love in the world and in the second you don't want that person to repeat that they loves you or even touch you." you explained.

she thought about it for a moment, finding it difficult to speak.

"can i tell you something?"

when billie asked that you froze. if that was what you were thinking, you wouldn't know what you would do. you swallowed, sat up better on the bed and looked at her curiously, with fear.

"...yes."

"i think i fell in love with you."

a burning sensation formed in your stomach. of course you loved billie very much, so much that sometimes it was overwhelming and perhaps the fear of not knowing how to love her stopped you from taking any steps that would indicate that you need her. you loved her from afar, in silence, admiring her beautiful being for months.

"what if i hurt you?" was the first sentence that came out of your trembling lips. billie's gaze softened, placing a hand over yours. "what if i don't know how to love? what if i'm a copy of what my father is?"

tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, you began to feel the need to tear your skin off at the thought that you were living it all in your father's body, with his ideas, his traumas, his wounds that continued to bleed. you couldn't hurt her, even if that meant keeping all the love you had for her to yourself and taking a step back.

"hey." she caught your attention, you looked into her eyes again. "what your father is is not synonymous with what you are. you are not in his skin. you love in such a beautiful way, i noticed it. with me, your friends, with people you don't even know. would your father do what you do every day for the people you love?"

you saw him in the back of your mind, grabbing his bags and leaving you for the last time. the first time you wished for him to come back and he wouldn't. by this time you were crying, fighting with yourself.

"you don't mind loving someone who has disorganized attachment?"

"i don't mind loving someone like that, because i know very well that you can overcome any difficult moment." she smiled softly. "and that you love me too much to keep me away."

you laughed at billie's words. she was right, you had created a connection with her where you simply needed her.

"you're right." you proved her right. "i love you too much to keep you away."

"so...that means you're in love with me too?"

she asked, her excitement building behind her heart because she was sure you would say yes, even though a part of her was still afraid. you nodded.

you bit your lower lip and before billie could say anything you captured her mouth in a kiss full of sweetness. you felt every foreign wound beginning to heal. the foreign wounds that your father left on you.

no doubt your expressions were perhaps like his, your way of walking or smiling.

but your way of loving would never be a murder committed by the one where he left the lifeless body on your shoulders. with billie you would learn to leave all that pain aside.

(...)

two years later, billie was now your girlfriend, you lived together with shark. you were sorting through a couple of boxes containing things from your childhood, you looked through a diary you hadn't seen in a long time.

"she said that i made expressions like him.

my waist and my posture like him.

so do i look like him?"

a tear fell. you grabbed a pen, sitting down on the cold floor. you started writing in that old diary from your childhood.

"you can look like him

but you don't love like him."

you heard billie's sweet voice calling you to dinner. "my love?" she asked. you wiped away your tears but before you could compose yourself billie walked into the room, instantly getting worried. "baby! what happened sweetheart?"

she came over, crouching down beside you. you smiled.

"im just very happy."

you answered. your girlfriend's gaze fell to that old diary, reading those words. she didn't say anything, she just held you tight against her body, kissing your forehead. "i'm so proud of you."

"i'm proud of myself too."

you finally learned that life doesn't end when your father walks out that door of your childhood.

[thethronezone]

Perturabo had never cared for his son. He had known from the moment the child had been born that Maximus was flawed. A disappointment like the rest of his legion. Perturabo had done his best to refine the boy, to turn him into a worthy astartes, but he wasn't a miracle worker. He couldn't fix something that was broken from the very beginning.

Despite this, Perturabo had kept Maximus close, even when once the boy had officially joined the Iron Warriors as another space marine. He reasoned it to be out of shame. Better keep an eye on the boy and make sure he didn't embarrass Perturabo any further. After all, that was his blood, flowing through his veins. His genes which had crafted this flawed specimen. He had to take some sort of responsibility, he supposed.

So why does he feel like both his hearts have just been ripped out?

The Battle of Isstvan V had been more difficult than initially assumed. The loyalists had fought back remarkably well, considering the fact that they had been caught completely off guard. But it was almost over now, just a couple of stragglers and minor skirmishes left. Clean up. The worst of it was supposed to be over now.

Perturabo had not expected to find Maximus skewered on a loyalist's sword, rapidly growing paler by the second as he bled out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-" Maximus whispered under his breath and when he saw his father approach, his expression twisted into one of genuine remorse and shame. "I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough, I couldn't hold the line, I let my guard down, I failed you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Perturabo said nothing as he knelt by Maximus side, said nothing as he inspected the fatal wound that had pierced through several of his major organs. Dying. Perturabo's son was dying.

Small. Perturabo had always thought his son had been too small but it felt so viscerally wrong now.

The Primarch looked Maximus in the eyes and instead of seeing a wounded astartes, he saw the little boy that once had gotten hurt during a training exercise and begged his father for forgiveness for not being good enough. Back then, Perturabo had sneered and told him to stop pleading, that it made him look weak and pathetic. Maximus had taken those words to heart as he had never done it again. Until now, that is.

Maximus wheezed. "I'm sorry father, please don't hate me."

Normally, Perturabo would have felt disgusted by this blatant display of weakness. Of the lack of discipline. But any condemning words he had died before they could even reach his lips. He didn't feel disgusted, like he ought to. Instead he just felt so very empty.

"I don't hate you" Perturabo finally said and felt a detached form of surprise when he realized he was speaking the truth. Maximus started at him with wide, glassy eyes and Perturabo felt the need to say... Something. But he didn't know what. Praise felt hollow. Reassurance false. Words just didn't feel like enough, so instead he grabbed his son's hand in his own. "I don't hate you, Maximus" he repeated, more to himself this time. Again, the truth of the statement surprised him.

Had Perturabo not spent all these years loathing his son? Cursing his weakness and the shame he had brought him as a father? Perturabo knew hate, was intimately familiar with the feeling, so he knew that was what he had been feeling. But if WASN'T towards Maximus, who had it been meant for?

A wet cough from Maximus snapped him out of his musings. His son (stars, his SON) clenched his armored hand weakly and Pertufound himself leaning closer, his other hand reaching for Maximus shoulder as if to steady him.

Maximus' expression of despair eased by a fraction and his body relaxed. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep, shuddering breath, before opening them once more and looking his father directly in the eyes. He cracked a sad, remorseful smile.

"I'm sorry I failed to make you proud, father."

And then he was gone. Perturabo saw the light leave his son's eyes, heard his hearts beat one last time before coming to a full stop. Yet he could not accept it. Maximus could not be dead. Not really. He was alive just a moment ago, talking, looking him in the eyes. It wasn't right. IT WASN'T FAIR!

Perturabo wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to tear open a hole in his chest and rip out the pain and grieg that was overwhelming him. But he did none of that. Instead he just kneeled by his son's body, still holding his hand.

Finally, he knew what he should have told his son when he had still had the chance. "It was I who failed you, Maximus."

But it was too late now.

[cosmic-glow]

Can't You See The Connection?

Notes: Just a cute intrusive thought I decided to write, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: SFW!! Thanos x GN!Reader; Reader is not Asian, but country of origin not specified! ; No use of "Y/n" ; Reader paints nails ; Soft ; Cute ; Violence mentioned in the series.

You were still having to absorb your current situation. Stuck in a place you have no idea where it is, having to play children's games to survive, surrounded by people you've never seen in your life… all because of a debt. What a load of shit.

For your own benefit, you've always been more of an observer than a talker. So you managed to read some of the players just by watching what they did. Without having to talk to anyone, you discovered that player 333 almost got punched for manipulating his followers into investing in cryptocurrencies (which led to them losing everything); player 456 had played the games before and won; player 230 was a rapper and players 149 and 007 were mother and son.

It wasn't much, but it was something to know who to avoid and who could be useful.

After the first game, the dormitory no longer seemed so full. Not just because of the people who died, but because most of the players were still in shock, the only ones who spoke were those gathered in small groups. You were sitting on your bunk, minding your own business and totally ignoring the brief glances that landed on you.

As a foreigner, you were more than used to your simply different appearance attracting attention. The problem was when they made hostile comments, but as long as they weren't directly said to you, you could ignore them. These damn games were just beginning, it wasn't a good time to get into trouble and be tarnished in the eyes of others if you needed a group in the future.

Because you were ignoring all the stares, you didn't even notice the one that was most persistent on you. Since the end of the first game, Thanos hasn't been able to take his eyes off you. Not only because your appearance stood out, but because when the game was over and everyone was pale with horror after seeing people die because of a stupid game, you were standing just catching your breath. Not seeming at all affected by what just happened, by what you just saw. And that made him curious even though he was a little high at the moment.

Thanos was sitting with player 124, Nam-Gyu. His eyes still on you with curiosity. He analyzed every detail of you that was different from what he was used to. The shape of your eyes, the tone of your skin, the curve of your nose, the shape of your lips… everything was captivating to him.

But something caught his attention as soon as his eyes noticed it. It made him jump as he stood up and walked over to you without even responding to Nam-Gyu's call. You insisted on keeping your gaze down even when he stopped next to your bunk, thinking that it could be some random player wanting to get into trouble for some reason, wanting to avoid that for at least one more day.

- Hey, your nails! They're just like mine.

The soft but excited voice said and then the man stretched his hand in front of your eyes so you could see. In fact, the man painted each nail a color just like you, even if it wasn't the same colors as yours. When you looked up to see who it was, you were met with the smug smile of Thanos, who was waiting for your answer. You really thought about giving a short and cold answer to cut him off and thus get him away from you. He was very noisy and had already started a fight early on, he was the type of player you should avoid. But honestly? He was the only one so far who didn't look at you as if you were an alien, so at the last second you decided to give him a brief smile before answering:

- It's true. Are you copying me by chance?

You said with sarcasm and a slightly friendly tone. And God… it was just a half smile, but Thanos was sure his heart wasn't beating faster because of the drug. He smiled wider as he absorbed the sarcasm and withdrew his hand, putting both in his pockets.

- More likely the opposite. There's no need to be embarrassed if you're a fan of mine.

- Fan of yours? - You raised an eyebrow - Why would I be a fan of yours? I don't even know you.

- Don't know me? I am the legendary rapper Thanos! Come on, you must have heard me somewhere.

- No, no idea.

If Thanos was upset that you didn't know him, he hid it well by just shaking his head, still smiling and letting out a sigh.

- Guess I should introduce myself then, huh?

And without waiting for your answer, Thanos began to improvise a rap introducing himself and talking about how great he was. In a kind of pathetic way, on purpose to make you laugh. He would soon discover that he was becoming addicted to your smile as if it were a new kind of drug, even if you hated yourself a little every time it happened. But you couldn't help it, his rap was so cocky and pathetic that, for a brief moment, you forgot that you were trapped in this place at the risk of your life. You relaxed and just laughed, feeling the brief lightness that the sensation brought.

When he finished, you said your name accompanied by "I'm just…" in front to contradict the cocky way he introduced himself. Thanos smiled and said it was a pleasure to meet you, repeating the "just" in front when saying your name.

He extended his right hand to greet you, you looked at the gesture for a second before shaking his hand with yours. Your colorful nails matched in a way and he liked that, it was as if there was already a kind of bond between you, something that connected you.

- Come to my group. Nam-Gyu is a bit annoying sometimes, but you can tell him to shut up if you want.

You found it funny how he said the phrase in the most banal tone possible, as if he were referring to some kind of pet and not another player, but you accepted the offer and went with him to the other side of the dormitory where the boy was waiting for Thanos in the same place he left him.

As the drug wore off, Thanos noticed more how much he liked your accent, your smile, your voice, the way you sometimes gestured with your hands… it was as if it was simply difficult not to look at you.

And in that moment of sobriety he knew he would do everything he could to make sure you survived the games with him.

Sorry for any typos;

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[alessabriel]

Only one doll.

Summary: They found something to hold on to, to love and they won't let go, even if you want to run away from them...you never can (or so they thought).

Cw. Dark content, typical canon violence, gore, mental disorders, suicidal thoughts, dark CaitVi, dark romance (or worse), dead dove, divergence from canon at best.

"You just have to obey, okay? We don't like to hurt you," Caitlyn said in a soft, measured, controlled voice, looking at her with her one uncovered eye and cradling her chin, lifting her up so that their gazes would meet.

The doll can only see that face she loved one day, features that showed pure and sincere love at one time now staining so slowly with profuse, deep and terrifying darkness. Intentions that are not hidden in those eyes I once loved and intentions that intend to leave her disabled, at her mercy, at the mercy of both.

She lives in a hell coated in gold.

Fear begins to rise so fast, as the grip on her chin increases in strength and terror settles under her ribs enlarging until it occupies all available space, pressing her organs outward, pressing against her ribs so hard that they may well break under the weight of the doll's fear of them and it is impossible for her not to shed tears, to tremble when she hears that purposefully heavy gait.

"I-I'll be good, I promise" stammers the doll with pain breathing through her pores, tears pooling in her eyes but refusing to shed them until she feels a finger press against the bullet wound in her leg and the doll stifles a scream, pulling away from the sheriff's hands trying not to go crazy; she had tried to run away and had almost succeeded but a bullet in her thigh had knocked her down "I-I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear" the doll recites desperately trying not to throw up, not to look them in the face because that will destroy the only good memories she has of them; Caitlyn and Vi.

But they won't allow her that indulgence.

"Lift your head girl" Vi commands, her voice being soft but there is a steel underneath, a steel that could very well hurt that forces the doll to obey; she sits up lifting her head still on her knees in her room and looking at Vi with her eyes watering with tears "Will you do it again? Use your head silly girl you can't run away, we had already told you"

The doll only feels the bile in her throat, the voice she once adored and the soft eyes she once loved for how sincere they were, right now she wished to tear them out with her own fingers or her own to never see her again. He once loved her voice that whispered love in his ears, that assured him to love her as intensely as he loved the Sheriff, maybe it wasn't true and it was all a lie from both of them.

"We don't want to increase your punishments" she tried, again to sound kind Caitlyn but irony, mockery and sarcasm seeped into her tone.

She understood, and could only grit her teeth, holding back that will go like boiling lava inside her.

"But you're making us be mean to you Is that what you want?" Vi questioned, taking a few steps closer to the sweet doll kneeling on what was once a nice light red carpet and leaned down, staring at her; still everything she loved was still there, a little stained by fear but it didn't matter and she reached out her hand, touching that angelic little face sliding her thumb down her cheek brushing away the tears "Cait and I don't want to be mean to you princess, but you're making it hard for us Running away? You understand we were scared our little love would run away"

«as if they would care, you psycho bitches» thinks the doll but she would rip her skin to shreds before she would speak in front of them, she would rip her vocal cords out if she could so she would never speak to them and never have that pair of deranged women hear her voice again. But he forces himself, he forces himself and at will, with something tucked deep in the back of his mind where they could never touch anything he would always cling to; father and sister. She disconnected, she needed to do it because she could never run away from the damn Kiramman mansion, nor Piltover and she didn't want to endanger who is like an older sister to her, truth be told she was afraid of them and of herself, dad had not raised a weak woman but right now in front of an Enforcer capable of breaking a man's skull with her bare hands and a sheriff that could shoot you even from miles away, her survival instinct came into play.

She would live, and she would mold that damned jail with her bare hands.

"I-I'll be good, sorry for escaping" the doll whispers, her voice trembling before closing her pink iris eyes and shedding tears, beginning to sob for real letting go of the emotional anguish and that tiny part that still contained hope that they would realize what they were doing was so fucking wrong but that hope shattered it and went infinite in tears of faint pink transparency "I-I was afraid and I-I was dumb, sorry, sorry, s-sorry, s-sorry"

It would return that prison of theirs, one way or another.

[sugawhaaa]

☆[HAN ONE-SHOT]☆

🐾•{ four months and two weeks }•🐾

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, hybrid, breeding, mating, riding, no foreplay

Pairing:: sub!hamster!hybrid!Han x dom!fem!reader

A/N:: Gang this is so short I'm sorry. Also sorry my inspo and motivation is like nonexistent so I haven't been writing at all lately 😭

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Taglist:: @yukichan67 @kbunzzi2oa @annafeebou

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Han has always been your snuggle bug, always up for cuddling up in your warmth, because it's in his nature. Hamsters like to burrow and cuddle up in the bedding, so naturally, Han likes to burrow into your body, snuggling into your chest or your neck, and he likes to cuddle up against your body and in your bed sheets. It's gotten to a point where you don't have separate beds, you have separate rooms but he sleeps in your bed at night. It was something you became accustomed to quickly and you enjoyed it.

One night though you notice him tossing and turning a lot before bed and when you woke up in the morning you noticed that Han wasn't beside you like usual, nor was he in the room which was strange for him considering hamsters are so clingy, especially him. You quickly get up and search for him only to find him in his room, curled up on the little bean bag chair in his room, his nose and ears consistently twitching.

"Jisungie, are you okay?" You come over to him, squatting down beside him.

"I-I think I'm..." His face burns red as sweat drips down his nose and builds along his hairline. "In heat..." he swallows hard before meeting your eyes, his eyes frantically searching yours for something. Understanding? Concern? Hope? He suddenly felt his eyes watering, the overload of emotions and hormones breaking through. "This morning I woke next to you a-and I couldn't hold back..." He looks at you with guilty eyes and your heart shatters at the sincerity in his eyes. "I started..." His eyes jitter around your face again, searching for your reaction.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," You wrap your arms around his head and upper back. "I know how hard these times are for you, I should've known...has it already been five months since your last one?" You feel kind of bad for not being able to track his cycle better. Hamsters have a different breeding cycle that is a little more like humans. Instead of going through heat/ovulation every spring for weeks on end Hamsters go through heat every four to five months.

"Four months and two weeks so...yeah," He looks down at your chest quickly before blushing. "Can you...Help me? Like you always do?" Part of him felt guilty for always asking for some sex during heat but the other side of him craved you like a drug and he knew you didn't mind, if not enjoyed it, so he asked.

"Of course, wanna get back to bed?" You smile and he nods. He follows close behind you as you walk back to your bedroom. The two of you quickly toss off your nightwear and crawl into bed, Han beneath you. His heats are very different from many other hybrids, to Han it's not entirely about mating and breeding it's about the sexual release, so he doesn't mind being on top or bottom: Heat to Jisung is almost like being in a full body sub-space. He bites his lip as he watches you crawl on top of him, his ears flicking quickly in interest. "Want me to ride you?" You ask just to be sure and he nods.

"Please..." He looks up at you desperately. You then push him down gently by his chest, getting him to relax against the pillows.

"I'll take care of you, baby," You say as you slowly sink down on his cock. During heat, he's extra sensitive so you need to do everything slowly and cautiously. He lets out a choked whine before latching onto your body, holding your hips, and burying his face in your upper chest. He takes heavy, shaking breaths as he holds onto you. You slowly begin to grind on him and he lets out a whimper.

"Feels good," he whispers between choked moans. His hands creep up to your back, rubbing it comfortingly. "I love you so much, you're so good to me," he murmurs before leaning back, watching you as you ride him, a small grin spreading across his lips as you lift yourself a little and back down. "Yes," He moans as he throws his head back. "Please keep going," He whines even though he knows that you had no real reason to stop.

"I won't, don't worry baby," you kiss his forehead before resuming your bouncing motion on him. "Not until you've let out all this frustration," you tuck his silver hair back and he looks up at you with those doe eyes, twinkling with love and need. His ears tuck back as he looks up at you but as you continue to ride him his ears perk up again.

"Fuck you're so beautiful like this," Han moans before biting his lip, breathing heavily again. "You'll make such beautiful babies," he smirks softly, laughing at himself. "Sorry if that's weird it's just what I'm thinking," he whines before tossing his head back again. "I-I think I'm close," He warns as you feel his cock twitching inside you, nudging at that tender spot. "Oh please please please," his mouth begins to hang open as his brows furrow, his body now drawn forward from the overwhelming sensation. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" He cries out as his nails dig into your skin. "Gonna fill you up, make you mine baby," He lets out one last dirty remark before coming undone.

His body folds forward by instinct, wrapping his arms around your body as his cum warms you up from the inside out. "Oh baby," his lips quiver as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

"Shh, it's okay," you pat his head as the warmth envelops your body. He lets out little sobs from the overwhelming experience, his body trembling in your arms. He mumbles a bunch of incoherent lewd words as he nuzzles into your chest. "You did good baby," you stroke his hair back. Jisung can't help but smile as he cuddles into you, the rush of feel-good hormones taking over his body.

"I love you," he murmurs as his eyes flutter shut. "My mate,"

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Replenish (Alec Volturi x Reader)

It had all happened too fast. Had you not been in the throne room, you'd have assumed you were hut by a truck or train. You were on the ground before you knew. Your only warning was a snarl, and everything happened so quickly you didn't get the reaction time. You felt the pain of the slam to marble ground, back muscles seizing and locking from impact.

Second came an icy grip stronger than steel...some hair. It brushed your face. Two needles forced their way through the skin if your neck and then more little needles followed in a circle. It felt like a sting that turned into a burn, a draining burn. A crunch and more pain, a numbness deep in her bones. A cold slick tongue lap at the skin.

The concept of time fading the nervendings in your body snapping like tiny fireworks, brain cells sparking, sending out colours, lights, images of memories, and dreams. All as quickly beginning to fade when the show is halted, they fall away to show the ceiling once more. The light of the torches dancing along the ceiling. Someone moved into sight.

Alec looked down at you passively, almost like he was looking through you until he cupped your face. He straddled your body, and you felt his weight on your stomach. "You're alright. I'll fix this. You'll be alright." He said softly. He leaned closer, his face looming over your own.

Red eyes coming into focus brighter than before. Red staining around the perfect curve of his mouth. Staining pale, unblemished skin. Alec looked as perfect as always, yet nothing short of monstrous.

Suddenly, he twisted your neck with his hands, and you felt your neck crunch under the force. A gurgled groan ripped through your throat. It wasn't right. The sharp piercing pain of your bones.

"Ah ah ah, it's okay. I know. Listen to me. I know, but physical pain is temporary. Let me tell you a story, hm? My sister and I used to play in the woods outside our home. I suppose to you, it'd look like a little hut made of wood, sticks, and mud. Very little of us had something with such stability as concrete. One day, Jane fell. The woodland has so many dips and bulges in the ground. Humans didn't have an impact on the greenery back then. Humans were like fawns back then, trying to find their legs-"

He suddenly yanked again, and their was another crunch and more sticking sensations into the vulnerable flesh deep in your neck. You cried out again and he hushed you before continuing.

"Twisted her leg. It wasn't broken, but she couldn't put her weight on it. My heart would flutter and jump in horror at that sound. Just another time the world was out to get us. I had the ability to make it all go away, if I tried hard enough. It wasn't easy but it was as strong as I allowed my will to be. With the touch of my hand, the pain would leave her. Not forever. But in that moment, I gave her time. I was special, but the story didn't end yet, not with me getting her help." He smiled. "An angel came to us. A guardian angel that had been watching us for a long time. I could see he wasn't like us. Too perfect. To ethereal. Like we were all tiny ants that he analysed for years and decided to reveal himself. He spoke with us and soothed us. Told us that one day, he'd give us a gift, but we had to be patient. That all of our pain and suffering would be worthwhile because something greater was in the cards for us. We just had to keep each other safe, and it'd be set in stone as good as. That our pain was gruelling but temporary." He paused. "Our gift was given a little premature from planned...but he was right, (Y/N)."

He yanked again. A crunch, more pain and then immediate relief, the pain fading. Your neck back in place. You let out a breath."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite you." His apology didn't sound entirely genuine. "Control is...a little difficult for me sometimes. Even at my age." He playfully smirked. "Lucky for you, you're gifted with cell regeneration, hm? You don't have to worry about death. Or maybe not so much lucky... you're still human. You don't know what it is to be free of humanity." He said. "You ought to stay still for a few hours until you're back to normal. Blood loss is a longer fix than a broken neck."

[ihueka]

BUZZ DRINK

— huening kai x reader

— frat boy kai, whos sweet, there was no way he would do something like this to you.

WARNING! non con, reader gets drugged, kai puts something in ur drink but he drinks out of it too 😭🙏🏻... very slow sex if you're not comfortable with any of this BLOCK or IGNORE!

kai, the same boy who has golden retriever energy, always smiling and showing his perfect teeth and blonde hair bouncing up and down as he tries to catch up to you after class ends.

the same sweet boy who holds your bag and walks you back to your dorms, you had a slight crush on him and your friends were feeding your delusions telling you he definitely was into you when he invited you to one of his frat parties.

sweet boy kai who waits for you in the cold of october outside your dorm and as soon as you walk out with your slight revealing outfit, he smiles innocently.

"hey.." he says "hi.." almost like if it was his first date he scratches the back of his neck shyly and says "uhm, you look pretty." you take a look at your outfit and reply with a thank you and continue walking over to the party.

"do you want to pregame?" he asks as he shows you the two fruity alcohol drinks, one green grape flavor and the other peach. "yeah, ill take whichever." kai humms, turns around to what you think is to open the bottle when he actually put a pill inside and quickly hands it over to you. "here" he smiles sheepishly.

"thanks" you smile and take a sip, he watches you carefully as you take a good and long sip. "ah its so good!" he laughs at your reaction. "peach is better, try" he hands you his bottle and takes yours.

you look at him for a second before taking a sip of his, "youre right, this ones better" you say and continue walking to the frat house.

you two continue your walk, laughing along the way and light flirting here and there. and soon enough the party came into view, the music could be heard and people were walking into the party still.

kai took a swing of his drink and it wasn't till he was almost already done that he took a look at his drink and realise he was drinking your drink. his heart dropped and looked over to you and saw you were done with the bottle in your hands, peach.

kai gets a hold of your hand, that takes you from surprise and you two quickly walk in the fat house. you eye the rooms and could aleady spot yeonjun, kais oldest friend making out with some random girl, beomgyu, a friend of his that youve talked to once with a girl on his lap as he sits in the couch. and his two other friends soobin and taehyun who were talking with a group of friends already, you would say they were more calm when it came to girls.

kai spots soobin and taehyun and his grip tightens around your hand as he drags you thru a crowd. kais jaw was tight and looks over to his friends in panic, it goes unnoticed to you as you were beginning to feel a bit out of it..

"kai!" taehyun smiled seeing his friend. "guys i fucked up.." kai whispered but his words were becoming more slowish. "what happened?' soobin, the oldest asks. "i drank the spike drink" both theyre eyes go wide and take a look at you, who was hiding behind kais big frame.

"shit, did she drink too?" "yeah she took a big sip" taehyun who was more in his right mind of state brought kai closer, "take her to your room and wait it out"

and fuck, could kai not wait.

"what are you.. doing?" you asked with your eyes almost closing as he kissed your collarbone. "youre. so damn-sex..y" he moans as he holds you from the torso and grinds his hard cock to your clothes pussy.

you moaned, "kai.." you hold onto his big shoulders and move your hips as well. "fuck" kai stumbles and thank heavens his bed is right there because he falls on top of you and starts to sloppily kiss you on the lips.

one of his hands go down to your skirt and slowly pull on your cotton underwear. "let me fuck you.. please." he says desperately giving you puppy eyes.

buzzed all the way and not a care you hummed and allow him to pull your underwear all the way down.

"so big." you moaned as kai had his dick all the way in you, his hips going in and out slowly as he lets out the whiniest moans ever. feeling more sensitive than ever now that the drugged drink took over his system. "ung! warm" he moans out load hips stuttering as he slips out and slams himself back in.

your pussy is so wet and warm, theres no way he's lasting anytime soon. "you're so hot" he groans leaning down and kissing you again and gained balanced and fucked into you again. your knees go weak as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming.

you dont know what was in that drink but fuck were you so sensitive now. kais hips started to get a bit faster, not to fast but he was obviously hitting your cervix harder.

little uh uh uhs slipped from your mouth as kai was tongue fucking you. kai raising one of your legs higher and digging into your pussy at a different angle. kai moans like a slut with eyes shut as he feels his dick deeper to your tight hole.

your brain comes into mush and drool spilling from you as you continue to let out whore-ish moans and whines from your lips. you can basically feel yourself drowning in sleep as kais dick hits you all the way with your cum coating his huge dick. with one last wet plap kai comes after you and lets himself fall on top of you.

too weak and head spinning to be able to move. almost immediately he falls asleep with his dick still inside you.

obviously i haven’t edited this and i did this rq..

[throughthetwistedmirror]

Hi! I read through the rules and saw your requests are open, so I was wondering what you think would happen if Reader saw Azul's merform for the first time (intentionally or accidentally, your choice!) and instead of getting scared or disgusted like he thought, they begin praising him and calling him beautiful? Thank you!

Summary: Azul is full of secrets and you respect that. However, one of his most precious secrets gets out...

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1306

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @savanaclaw1996 @goseew

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I apologize for the delay! I hope you enjoy this!

Azul has a plethora of secrets, some that he holds for others and some that are his own. That is an undisputed fact. And you respect him for being such a good secret keeper. It must be very hard to keep all of that information to yourself, which he does with such ease.

However, all of that information can bog one down, and things can slip through the cracks if one is not careful.

Which is exactly what happened to the poor dorm leader of Octavinelle.

You were on your way to the Mostro Lounge on request of the Leech twins. Apparently, they were short-staffed and needed your help to step in as a waiter. You were more than happy to do so, because all of Octavinelle made working at the Lounge so much fun. You were already dressed in the appropriate uniform, thanks to Jade allowing you to keep one after you kept covering shifts at the Lounge. You'd never say it to his face, but you felt like the vice dorm leader had a soft spot for you.

When you arrived, you realized you definitely had your work cut out for you. For starters, the only wait staff were the Leech twins. The kitchen staffing situation wasn't much better. And it didn't help that the Lounge seemed fuller than usual. Without waiting for instruction, you jumped right in, seating students, running orders, and bussing tables. Jade and Floyd were impressed by your work ethic and Jade even thanked you for stepping up to the challenge. But you assured them both that you were happy to help and to rely on you more often.

Once things started to settle down and you managed to catch your breath, Floyd snuck up behind you. "Shrimpy! I have a huge favor to ask you!"

You were about to argue, wanting to tell him that you finally managed a moment off your feet, but you smiled at him instead. "Of course. How can I help?"

"Well, you saw the dire circumstances we were in but minutes ago." He dramatically sighs. "It threw our poor leader, Azul, into quite the tizzy. He hasn't been out of his office since you got here. You don't mind checking in on him, do you?"

You were a little surprised by his words. He wanted you to check up on Azul? Well, that was easy! And something you were more than happy to do for him!

With a nod, you turn to head to the office, calling out to Floyd. "You got it!"

Arriving at his office door, you gave it a sharp knock. "Azul? Are you in there? Can I come in?"

You heard a muffled voice behind the thick door, making it hard to decipher what he was saying. You assumed he was buried in documents or pacing frantically in front of his desk. So he shouldn't mind that you were entering.

As you opened the door, you called out, "I'm coming in!"

"NO!"

It was too late for the poor dorm leader, as you saw exactly what he hoped you would never see. Azul quickly pulled his tentacles further into his octopus pot, in a vain attempt to hide himself from you. But you had already seen his most shameful secret, the one that he kept the most guarded to himself.

You simply tilted your head to the side when you heard him begin sobbing inside his pot, a frown tugging on your lips. You had never seen his mer-form before. Sure, you've seen the Leech twins on more than one occasion, and you've even spoken to Azul's mother over a video chat once while Azul was busy. Based on his interaction with his mother, you knew he had octopus tentacles that were as black as night. But you had never seen it in person.

"Go away!" He blubbers, still crying his heart out. "You can't see me like this! I don't want you to see me like this! Just get out and never return!"

"Azul." You softly answer him, slowly making your way closer to his pot. "I'm not leaving."

"NO! You need to leave! Now! Go away! Get out of here!"

"Azul, listen to me, please." You softly beg. "I'm not leaving you like this. I can tell you're scared and embarrassed, but you have nothing to be afraid of."

He lets out another loud sob. "Yes I do! I am hideous! I'm a monster!"

"A monster? You are not a monster!" You assure him, reaching out a hand to put it on his octopus pot, but stopping just short from actually touching it. "You are most definitely not hideous. If anything, you are beautiful."

"You're lying!" He accuses you with a harsh shout. "You're making fun of me! I am nothing but a hideous monster!"

With a sigh, you run your hand through your hair. This was going to be even harder than covering the Mostro Lounge. How could you get through to him? He wasn't going to listen to you if you constantly praised how handsome he looked in his mer-form, which you had to admit, was very handsome.

And that's when it hit you. "Hey Azul? Can I tell you something?"

"No. You're supposed to be leaving."

"I'll tell you anyway." You sit next to his octopus pot and begin talking. "You know what's cool about octopi? They have big brains and three hearts! They can use tools to hunt and problem solve. It's kind of like what you do here. You're super smart and use a bunch of tools to make all of your clever plans work."

You hear him sniff and his crying begins to subside. Your plan is working.

"Also, they can build underwater cities. And isn't that similar to the Lounge you made here? It's like your own community and I like to think the Lounge helps keep things running at Night Raven College. I mean it's the biggest social hub on campus and everything."

You notice him peeking around the lip of the pot, but you don't look at him. You don't want to scare him. You're so close to getting him to calm down and finally show himself to you.

"A lot of octopi are masters of camouflage, which I think is really cool. I mean, I can't do that, but I'm sure you can! I mean how many people do you know can blend into their surroundings? It's like having your own super power!"

"I can camouflage." Azul mumbles, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see him slowly emerging from the pot. He's not looking at you, so you don't look at him. "I don't use it often, but I can do it."

You nod. "That's so cool! See? You're not a monster. You are one of the coolest people I know."

You hear him give a small wince and it makes you panic for a split-second. "I wouldn't go that far. I'm not that cool."

"Well, I think you're super cool."

He gives a breathy laugh. "Thank you." There's a pause before he speaks again. "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. You didn't deserve that. I was just scared. I've never shown anyone this side of me before. I was terrified you would hate me and be disgusted, like everyone else I've shown this too."

You shake your head, finally turning to face him. Azul flinches away, but he doesn't hide again. You can see more of his mer-form which is just as spectacular as you imagined. "I am not disgusted or horrified. If anything, I'm curious. What can you do in this form?"

A bright blush appears on his cheeks. "I... can do a lot of things in this form."

"Can you show me?"

He takes a deep breath before nodding. "Sure."

[maretinelli]

CYCLING AROUND LONDON

Ollie Bearman X fem!reader

Summary: When Ollie wants to ride a bike in the park with his girlfriend, but she doesn't know how to ride a bike, this makes Ollie the first person to change that.

Words: 2.2K+

Warnings: This is cute from start to finish, Y/n is embarrassed at first because she doesn't know how to ride a bike, but the rest is all sweet.

Author: English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes that may be in the story. And you can request stories on my profile or in messages❤️🇧🇷

MASTERLIST

Y/n was in the kitchen of Ollie's apartment, focused on organizing the sink counter while the cake was baking in the oven. The sweet smell was already beginning to fill the room. She liked being there, in that space that became a little bit of hers, on vacation, shared with Ollie.

She was distracted when she felt someone approaching.

Leaning against the kitchen doorframe, Ollie watched her. The crossed arms, the messy hair that he hadn't even tried to fix, and that look that always seemed to carry a bit of admiration.

She looked up and laughed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, laughing and drying his hands on the cloth next to him.

"Because you look beautiful like that, all focused." Ollie replied, with a smirk on his face.

"Focused on washing dishes? I think you need new hobbies." Y/n joked, arching an eyebrow.

Ollie laughed and started across the kitchen, stopping beside her. He leaned his hip on the counter and looked into the oven.

"What do you say we go out later? Take a walk in the park?" He suggested, naturally.

Y/n grimaced and looked out the window, watching the cloudy sky and the strong wind hitting the windows.

"It's cold out there, Ollie... I vote we stay here, with hot chocolate and cake. It seems much more sensible."

"Ah, come on, Y/n. Nothing a coat and scarf can't solve. Besides, maybe we'll ride a bike?"

She stopped fiddling with her cutlery and stared at him, hesitant. She mumbled something halfheartedly, enough for Ollie to realize something was off. He tilted his head and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Ollie asked, his voice gentle and curious.

"Nothing, it's nothing." Y/n looked away, visibly uncomfortable.

"Hey..." Ollie took a step closer, lightly touching her arm. "Talk to me."

She sighed, biting her lower lip, and finally looked at him, trying to hide her embarrassment with a shy smile.

"I don't know how to ride a bike... Okay? I know, I know... almost 20 years and nothing. Tragic." He said, in a sarcastic tone that made Ollie laugh.

"But what about that day at the park with my family?"

"I didn't ride, remember? You and your brothers rode your bikes and I stayed with your mother talking because I wasn't feeling very well.' That was my excuse. But really, I just... I never learned."

Ollie laughed again, but this time tenderly, his eyes shining with the unexpected revelation. He touched her face, holding it in his warm hands.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. And you don't have to be ashamed, love."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to contain a smile.

"My dad tried to teach me when I was a kid. About three times. But after I fell every time, he kind of gave up."

"Then today is the perfect day for you to learn." Ollie declared confidently, his eyes shining with excitement. "I'll teach you, Y/n."

She raised her eyebrows, laughing.

"Confident, aren't you?"

"Confident and determined." He held her hands, smiling widely. "I promise you won't get hurt. And if you fall, I'll catch you."

Y/n finally gave in, smirking.

"All good!..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Ollie pulled her into a tight hug, placing light kisses on her face. Y/n tried to pull away, laughing loudly.

"Stop! You're insufferable!" She laughs, trapped in the pilot's arms.

"Insufferable and the best teacher you'll ever have." He teased, laughing along.

Y/n turned her attention back to the kitchen, finishing organizing the countertop while Ollie, beside her, carefully took the cake out of the oven.

While she cleaned up the last spills and put away the utensils, Ollie began to put away some things, not missing the chance to steal a glance at her, clearly still excited about the idea.

After everything was ready, he casually leaned against the counter and suggested that she go and choose some comfortable and warm clothes for the weather outside. Y/n nodded with a small smile and left for the bedroom.

And with that, Ollie began searching for the two bikes stored in the corner of the apartment's small storage room. He adjusted the chains and checked the tires, making sure everything was in order.

Ollie’s excitement was evident as they pulled into the parking lot. He loaded the bikes with ease and positioned them on the rack of the car, the wide smile never leaving his face.

Y/n, next to him, just watched, leaning against the side of the car, hugging her coat. She smiled, amused, as she saw him practically radiate energy.

All the way to the park, Ollie makes lively and funny comments about how now they could be those couples who wake up early to ride their bikes in the park. Y/n laughs at every word he says.

And when they arrived at the park, the couple noticed that the wind was much stronger and colder than the one that hit the windows of Ollie's apartment. But that didn't make the pilot give up on his mission.

Ollie led Y/n to a far corner, where a grassy area stretched uninterrupted. It was a quiet place, away from the eyes of people.

While he carefully placed his bike on the ground, he positioned his girlfriend's bike to start teaching Y/n how to pedal.

And as Ollie made sure everything was normal, Y/n couldn't help but smile as she watched him. The attention he put into details and the patience he demonstrated made her feel less tense.

"It's all set, princess!" He says, adjusting the scarf that was falling from his neck, while holding the bike for his girlfriend.

Y/n looked at the bike as if it were a monumental challenge. She could feel her hands starting to sweat, even with the cold weather, and her shoulders were a little tense.

Ollie, still holding the bike tightly, noticed her nervousness and gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, love, take your time. I'm here," he said, his voice soft as an anchor to her anxiety.

She sighed and placed her hands on the handlebars, hesitating for a moment before looking at Ollie with a semi-serious expression.

"Okay, the only thing I know about riding a bike is that these are the brakes..." She pointed to the levers with one finger. "...and these are the pedals." With her foot, she indicated the pedals with a light touch, as if she were pointing out something obvious.

Ollie let out a hearty laugh and tilted his head to the side, clearly amused by the comment.

"Well, that's an excellent start!" He replied, still laughing.

"Now all that's left is everything else." Y/n muttered, grimacing as she looked at the bike seat.

Ollie laughed again, but this time he moved a little closer, adjusting the bike to make it easier for her to climb on. He lightly touched the side of her waist, encouraging her.

"No pressure, princess. Get up there. I promise I won't let go."

Y/n took a deep breath and finally placed herself on the seat, her hands firmly on the handlebars and one of her feet hovering above the pedals, hesitantly. Ollie kept his hands secure on the handlebars and back of the bike, supporting all of her weight while her balance was still a mystery.

"See? It's going well." He said, his voice calm, leaning in a little to maintain eye contact with her.

"Well? Ollie, I still have one foot on the ground, supporting myself!" She protested, but a laugh escaped as she glared at him.

He smiled even wider, his face lit up with his patience and excitement.

"Trust me. I've got you covered. We'll do this in our own time," Ollie said, his voice low and sure.

Y/n took another deep breath, casting a quick glance at Ollie before finally placing both feet on the pedals. As soon as she tried to take her first pedal stroke, her balance disappeared almost instantly, and she lurched to the side.

A small cry of surprise escaped, but Ollie's firm hands quickly grabbed the bike, keeping it upright.

"Calm down, calm down, I'm here," he said with a calm smile, holding the bike firmly.

She let out the breath she was holding, still nervous, but gave a light laugh, realizing he really wasn't going to let her fall.

As the afternoon wore on, Y/n began to get the hang of it, albeit hesitantly. At first, Ollie just held on to the bike, steering it and adjusting her balance as she pedaled slowly. But over time, she grew more confident.

With each attempt, her feet found the pedals more easily, and she was able to pedal a few times without Ollie's full support.

Balance was still a struggle, and steering control made it zigzag a lot, but the small improvements were noticeable.

Ollie watched it all with a mixture of pride and amusement, silently cheering on her every new achievement.

Of course, the falls still happened. The grass served as a soft carpet for the inevitable tumbles, but Y/n got up every time laughing and renewed with determination.

After a series of attempts, Y/n managed to pedal a few meters without needing Ollie to hold the seat, which made her visibly excited.

But, on a more awkward turn, she lost control and tried to correct herself abruptly, only to end up leaning to the side. Ollie, who was right behind her, instinctively tried to hold her, but ended up being pulled along.

The couple fell onto the icy grass in a tangle of laughter and arms, not caring about the cold or the moisture that was starting to stick to their clothes. Y/n laughed out loud, her face resting on Ollie's chest, while he did the same, his hair already messy and dirty with grass.

"You're doing great, you know?" Ollie said with a chuckle, his voice slightly breathless. "Falling down is part of the process."

Y/n raised her head, still laughing, and lightly slapped his chest, trying to feign indignation.

"Part of the process? You suck at motivation."

Ollie laughed again before standing up, extending his hand to her with a wide smile.

"Come on, princess. One more time. You're almost there."

She took his hand, still smiling, and let him pull her back to her feet. Her cheeks were flushed, not just from the cold, but from the good feeling of having someone like him by her side. patient, funny, and completely confident of success.

Y/n climbed onto her bike once more, determined to keep trying. Ollie was right behind her, holding tightly to the back of the seat, balancing her with ease as she began to pedal.

"That's it, love, keep it up. You're doing great," he said, with an encouraging tone that made her smile, even though she was nervous.

With each new pedal stroke, Y/n felt more confident. She looked ahead, focused on the path, while Ollie continued beside her, holding the bike carefully.

But then something changed. Ollie realized she was keeping her balance on her own. Slowly, with a satisfied smile on his lips, he let go of the bike, without saying anything.

Standing on the grass, he watched as Yin rode her bike on her own for the first time. His proud smile grew bigger by the second, watching her ride forward with more confidence than he could have imagined. Her hair blew in the wind, and she looked so light, so free.

Y/n, still without realizing it, continued pedaling, increasingly stable. When he realized he was doing well, he smiled widely and shouted.

"Ollie! I'm doing it!"

She waited for his answer, but heard nothing. Confused, she shouted again, turning her head slightly.

"Ollie? OLIVER!!"

That's when she heard the sound of his laughter, coming from far away. Y/n turned the bike slightly, making a turn, and saw Ollie standing where she had started, with his hands in his coat pockets and the proudest smile she had ever seen from her boyfriend.

He was standing there the whole time, watching her, not holding the bike for several meters.

Y/n stopped abruptly, still in disbelief, placing her feet on the ground and leaning her bike against a nearby tree. Without thinking twice, she ran towards him, laughing loudly, her heart filled with happiness.

Ollie opened his arms, ready to welcome her, and wrapped her in a warm hug when she finally arrived. He spun her around slightly, still laughing, before whispering against her hair.

"I'm so proud of you, honey. You did it."

Y/n, still laughing, hugged him tighter, feeling his heart beating against hers.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"YOU are amazing," Ollie replied, leaning his forehead against hers and leaving a lingering kiss on the top of her head.

They stood there, hugging each other, ignoring the cold and the wind, just enjoying that moment.

It was a simple victory, but full of meaning, and they knew that day would be marked in their memories as one of the best.

[hangesdarling]

Hii,can I request headcanons for a psychiatrist hange zoe x insane reader

(Hope this fits your rules)

insane as you are — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader

SYNOPSIS. Your psychiatrist helped you escape the asylum.

CONTENT. blood, stabbing, angst, murder, inaccuracies (i can do smth worse than this, let's do that next time)

A/N. I shortcircuited writing this: Hange is insane too with an "I can fix her" syndrome. billy russo and krista dumont from the punisher s2 kinda inspired me to write it like this

"This is somewhat unoriginal of you. I was betting you'd come up with something better," Hange heaved a grunt, trying to keep the knife you drove through their shoulder in place. The gun you stole from the guard outside your door had four missing bullets, not even one caught you in the encounter—such a shame. Your eyes flicked over their slumped form against the wall. 

"Sorry for putting you in such a situation, Hans," you walked over and kissed their forehead. "I'll see you later, okay?" 

"Don't get killed on your way out."

 "Won't be."

-

It wasn't a great plan to begin with. Just because you were locked away in some cheap standard comic asylum doesn't mean all the guards are stupid. You weren't superhuman either so that's a far stretch of a difference from the escape stories you read about on your stay there. 

What irritated you the most was probably the bullet that gashed the surface of your cheek right when you couldn't afford to be bleeding out. 

It was rough. The guards put up a fight. Just a standard Tuesday night. 

You had to thank Hange for the lowered security, and failing machinery inside. Only then did escaping become possible with getting little to no injury. 

Once the red and blue lights of police cars zipped through the streets, you knew it was headed for the old, cheap asylum that housed you for at least five years. 

Snow drizzled outside, the night bluish with speckles of snowflakes falling. You caught one on your finger and almost laughed at yourself for wanting to cry. You forgot what snow felt like. The place treated you like a sewer rat with very little ventilation. You only had small, barred clerestory, and mud-colored bricks to gaze at in each waking moment. Even the sheets are bland. 

Only when Hange arrived in your life did you have the chance to see what was outside after such a long time. It's been a year since the asylum sent an overqualified psychiatrist in front of you and it brings a smile to your face at where you at now. 

The night was cold but you were warmed by the thick coat you stole from a stranger on your way out. You left the poor man bleeding on the pavement but thankfully not a speck splattered on the coat. It has such an expensive, natural color to be stained. 

You sat obscured on a rotting bench near the alleyway, waiting for your lover. Sure the proceedings may take longer than you'd like. They will be interrogated, after all. 

A few minutes and many strangers passed by after you spotted their familiar dark green coat. They turned on the next street and you soon followed. 

-

"They did such a half-assed job on this one. No wonder you're still bleeding," you complained, tearing the poorly wrapped bandage on Hange's shoulder. 

"Are you even surprised by such a degree of incompetence at this point?" Hange chuckled, taking a shot of brandy. You were straddled on their lap as you bandaged them properly.

"I guess not."

"We dodged a bullet back there, you know," Hange said, setting down their glass to place their hands on your hips. 

"What happened?" 

"They sent someone too curious for her own good. Almost had evidence against us. But we staged it well somehow."

A laugh escaped your lips, "We did not."

"I know," Hange laughed, showing you that broad, charming smile you love. "We need to get away in a week or so. We can't hide for long."

"I have some plans you might want to hear about."

"Go on. Shoot."

You took the bottle of brandy from the side table, not even bothering with the glass. You gulped the liquid down your throat, missing the burn of the alcohol. 

You set it back down and took Hange's face on yours which was already focused on you anyway.

"You sure about this?" you asked. 

"About what?"

"This thing we planned. Running away."

"We planned this long ago."

"But are you sure?"

"Yes."

A sigh, perhaps of relief, passed your lips. Then you smiled.

"You're insane, Dr. Zoë."

They grinned, squeezing your hips a bit, "Try me."

_

But good things don't last as much as you'd love them to. You were bound for destruction no matter how much you tried to keep your bloody hands to yourself.

 "Hey, baby, please," Hange called with a sigh, nursing the shallow gash in their arm as they kneeled in front of you. 

The bloody knife unfurled from your fists, clattering against the floor. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed. Their hands tried to reach yours but you were afraid to touch them again. 

"I know you didn't mean it," Hange tried to soothe your sobs, brushing a tear from your cheek. 

"You should just call the police," you mumbled, hugging your knees. 

"I'm not doing that after we've been through," Hange said strongly. "Our flight will be in a few days."

"I don't want to hurt you again. I didn't mean to—" 

Hange sensed another burst of apology from you again. They cupped your face, forehead leaning against yours. 

"I know, Y/N, I know," they ran a hand through your hair. They gently tugged you to your feet and pulled you on the couch with them. 

"I thought it would be okay again," you said through tears, gaze falling down your hands with much hatred and disappointment. I thought I’d be okay again.

"It will be. Eventually. We don't have to rush anything."

Their small side hug warmed your heart and yet you still couldn't get around the fact that you're dangerous, even for Hange. Knowing that you can't even control that sort of impulse was a slap in the face. 

"Are you willing to give all of these up, everything you built?" you said slowly, fiddling with your hands. "For me?" 

They laced their hands around yours, pressing a kiss on your cheek. 

"You know I will," Hange said softly. With a gentle sigh, they added, "We'll be okay."

"I'm not sure about the me part."

A humorless smile spread on your lips.

"I want you to be okay on your own terms," Hange can't help but crack a smile. "Damn, I can lose my license ten times over just by saying that."

You laughed, pushing your fear to the back of your mind this time. You kissed them, as gently as you could, as if they would fall apart in your hands. 

"I think I get what you mean."

Hange knew it wouldn't be easy. Only god knows how many times you'll turn up at their door with blood on your hands from people you don't remember or how many times they'll meet the end of your knife. But only Hange knew and understood your internal turmoil. The urge to just cut off your own hands rather than hurt them again. Hange found the gentleness built within your walls. It was fiery and stinging. It hurts to hold. But akin to the moth to a flame, Hange still held you closer and closer even if it felt like digging a knife deeper into their chest. They persevered even with all the awareness of the faults these situations present. They didn't spend years studying psychiatry only to wander from patient to patient, hoping some of the therapy would stick. They knew they could piece you together in some semblance of normal. And they knew you'd let them. 

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dangerous. the word felt like it echoed in his mind - and roman laughed, humorless && dry. he'd known she was trouble, danger lacing those gorgeous eyes. but roman thought his biggest risk was a broken heart - not broken bones. not his life ended. not the goddamn mafia on his ass. her voice quivered, and it scared him more - softening his panic, pulling up something from deep within him. as much as he was afraid of the man waiting for her outside... roman couldn't fathom letting her go alone, either. letting her walk without him into certain trouble.

" fuck! " he cursed, hitting his head backwards on the door in frustration. every second felt crucial. every moment he still had of clear (ish) thought necessary to figure this out. fuck his stupid heart for making him care so much, unable to look at kyra in the eye, unable to handle her fear, her worry... and fuck his dick for getting him in her bed to begin with. " this is all my fault. " he mumbled, hands rubbing over his face, trying to remain calm. why hadn't he stayed strong, why hadn't he reminded her of the text- that stupid, fucking text...

if she left with him now, her dad would hunt them down. roman would die. if he let her go outside - if her dad realized what he'd done with his precious daughter, what he'd given her... well, roman would die. either way, the story turned grim for him. slowly, he slid down the door with his weight in his back, until he sat at the base of it, finally bringing himself to find her gaze once more. " i'm not letting you go out there alone. " roman told her, voice low. he knew it was stupid, maybe signing his death warrant, but what other choice did he have unless kyra left with him? now? it's like they could skip town. he would lose the ability to drive very soon, as the drug would take hold. and, hell, he'd been drunk even before swallowing the pill. there options were limited from the start, and growing thinner with every minute wasted. " ... my apartment is a piece of shit, but... it's not in my name. just a little unmarked studio above a greasy pizza place. " in truth, he was practically squatting there, supplying the pizzeria owner's son with a steady supply in exchange for the key, and the water to stay on. it was listed as abandoned with the city, unleasable but he'd made it his own, in roman's own way. " i guess we could go up the fire escape. bunker down, face the fireworks in the morning. when we're sober. "

it'd be dangerous trying to get there without getting caught. roman wasn't stupid. he knew the severity of the situation, maybe more than she thought he did. it was the biggest rule on the street - you don't fuck with the mafia. ever. and he'd been so good at avoiding that. until now. until her. even now, as he tried to craft a plan through thickening clouds in his mind, roman couldn't help but say - we. they were in this now. together. just as he had fucking feared.

There was a flicker of relief when her father left the room, but that feeling was short-lived. Roman scrambled up, securing the door behind him with a sense of urgency that stunned her. She had never seen him look so rattled, and she felt something threaten to drown her in despair. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” His voice held a seriousness that sent a shiver down her spine. Roman was right; the drugs they had taken were stronger than most, and they wouldn’t just roll with it—the high would hit harder than either of them was prepared for. Panic surged; she could already feel the first inklings of it creeping through her, and she didn't want her father to see her like this, not in front of someone he barely tolerated, if not outright despised. Kyra’s mind raced, a swirl of thoughts, the air thick with tension. “I—,” she started, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what he wants…” she could feel the rush of warmth spreading through her body, the pills they'd taken together were taking effect. Roman was right; her father would sense it immediately. The man was a ruthless mafia boss and a master of reading people. There was no escaping his scrutiny. If she just disappeared with Roman, she knew her father would unleash his men, sweeping the entire city in search of them. The thought sent a chill down her spine. Whatever dangerous bond was brewing between her and Roman felt like a ticking time bomb, and she would never forgive herself if her reckless choices led to harm befalling him.

“What if he finds us?” she whispered, biting her lip, torn between the desire to stay in this moment with him and the fear that clung to her like a suffocating shroud. The wildness of the night felt so close and yet so unattainable. “I just can’t—” she hesitated, uncertainty clawing at her. “If he finds out about us… about the pills… he’ll never let you go, Roman. He’ll—” she had to stop herself from speaking those words. "Its too dangerous."