#they had every opportunity to change it. make it a normal blonde.

[swashbucklerred]

my favourite part of the designs is that they kept butters ugly highlighter yellow hair

[lyinginmeadow]

Shadows will guide you home | Azriel × reader

Summary: Some fae don't like the idea of the Archerons turning into high fae and reader being one in unfamiliar city makes a perfect opportunity for an intervention Warnings: acotar related violence, not super descriptive, language, slight angst Word count: 1.4k a/n: Hii, this is my very first fanfic, please remember to be kind. <3 Also English is not my first language so it may be a bit rough.

Being another Archeron sister was quite exhausting. The constant comparison drawn between you ever since you were born created a dark place deep within you. After years of being poor, starved, and uneducated, the family regained their riches back thanks to Feyre. The cost left you empty, breaking your heart into a million pieces. You wanted your sister back more than anything, you would return your newfound lifestyle to have her with you again. Taking lessons together, sharing laughs, and pretending as if everything is normal. As if she never left and their father hadn't left them to starvation.

Instead, the Gods were laughing in your face as you with two of your sisters were changed and thrown into the world of high fae. While you got your sister back, there were matters to be taken care of. Leaving you alone in a city and with species foreign to you. You had met the inner circle while you were still human. They were nothing but kind to you then, but you assumed that was because you were Feyre's sister. Now they haven't paid you much mind because their hands were either full with court business you didn't understand or your sisters. You were left scarred inside while pretending it hadn't affected you as much.

''Are you listening?'' Asked a pretty blonde in a red dress, Mor. ''I'm sorry, I just spaced out a little. What were you saying?'' You smiled, red creeping up your cheeks. ''You are free to explore the city, you don't have to feel caged inside.'' She returned your smile. ''Oh, I don't feel like that. I...I guess it's kind of strange to be here. Is there an apothecary around here?''

''Yes, it's in the square just next to the bridge you can’t miss it,'' Mor replied. ''I must go, but I will see you during dinnertime.'' She smiled for the last time as she disappeared into thin air. She came by just to invite you as per Feyre's request. Your sister knew you were too polite to decline any offer and without it you would probably not show up.

''Right.'' You mumbled under your breath as you looked out of the window. In the reflection, you caught the sigh of a shadow. You whipped around to see nothing. Signing, you turned to the window again thinking about certain Illyrian familiar with shadows. When you first met him, he was like a rock that you could lean onto while the queens invaded your home. You talked, feeling an instant connection and thought he felt the same. You didn't remember what happened during the changing process, your brain blocked the memory altogether. But after waking up in Velaris, he didn't seem to notice you, rather seeking the company of your older twin sister.

You knew it wasn't rational to feel hurt by this, but that didn't stop your heart from throbbing. Exhaling a deep breath you went to explore the city as Mor suggested, feeling sick of your little pity party.

After hours spent in the city, it was starting to get dark. Nights here were magical, but your fear of them only amplified during years spent in the dark streets trying to provide for your family by any means necessary, so you tried to hurry back to the house. Taking a turn into an ally wasn't a choice you wanted to make, but panic started to take over every action your body made. Looking around you knew you were lost and didn't know where to go next.

''Looking for something?'' You whipped around with shock in your eyes. ''No, but thank you. My partner is just around the corner.'' You smiled politely your instincts kicking in as you lied smoothly. A shadow caressed your skin as if to soothe your worries and disappeared. You didn't have time to think about it more as the man standing in front of you stepped closer. ''Are you sure? We could help you, Y/N.'' Another dark figure from behind you said so near you could feel his breath on your neck. ''I don't know who you think I am, but that is not my name. And I do not need help from strangers. So let me pass.'' You tried to will your voice not to tremble, but it was of no use. You were starting to give in to the panic rising within you. ''And we don't need humans becoming high fae and hijacking our court. But here you are.'' Said a male in front of you while pulling out a knife. “This will send the message." Continued another one next to what you pressumed was the leader. One againts three were not the odds you prefered.

You had no idea how they found out your name or how they knew of your fate of becoming fae. "Feeling threatened by a female?" You knew getting a rise out of them was not the smartest idea. But maybe it could gain you valuable time for someone, anyone to notice. Velaris was supposed to be peaceful after all.

"You think you're funny, huh? We'll see if you'll find the knife just as entertaining." The male behind you pulled your hair harshly earning a scream from you. You didn't understand how they could blame you for something you had no control over. “Watch the alley, will you?” The male infront of you ordered the one standing next to him as he lifted his hand to your face. The knife danced lightly on your cheek leaving you defenseless. "Just so you know, maiming your face will be a pleasure." He whispered to your ear as he increased the presure on the knife drawing blood.

The whole alley turned pitch black. You had fae senses, but the dark was completely impenetrable yet familiar. You could only feel your hair being released, knife falling to the pavement, followed by screams and scratches on the stone. You were paralyzed, terrified, and unable to move. The dark had you in its claws and you could feel your breath getting more and more quick. ''How dare you hurt her ?'' A deep familiar voice took you out of your panic. There was no answer to his question. Only whimpers.

The shadows slowly dissolved letting in light from the main streets. There was no one here anymore. Only blood and scratches deep in the stone indicated a struggle.

Azriel appeared in front of you his hands gently grazing your untouched cheek. ''Don't look at it.'' His voice hoarse. You inhaled his scent making you instantly relaxed. ''Are you hurt?'' He asked worry lacing his voice. You gave him a shake of a head not trusting your voice. ''Lies. Shaken. Blood.'' Hissed hushed voice, startling you. ''I am not lying. I am just fine.'' You pushed Azriel away looking around for the source. ''You can hear them?'' Azriel frowned examining you.

''Look, I am sorry you had to bother with this. I know there are a lot of things to be done and I should have known how to protect myself-'' He stopped you from rambling with a thumb to your lips. His previous question forgotten. ''No one has a right to assault you. It is not your fault. Velaris is supposed to be safe. I promise that no one will harm you ever again.'' He left you completely stunned. ''Now, could you please show me where they hurt you, so we can heal it?'' Azriel asked slowly removing his thumb from your lips. Leaving you wishing it could stay there for a bit longer. You pushed back the hair that was covering your healing cheek. ''It's already healing. My abilities do come with very fast healing. As long as I don't use my powers much. I am just a bit shocked, that's all.'' You admitted looking to the stone path. ''Let's get you home then." He offered his hand which you gladly took your heart threatening to jump out of your chest.

''Look, Nesta started training with Cass and a few priestesses joined her. It is a way for them to regain their power and help them with their struggles. I was thinking that maybe it could be something you would give a try?'' Azriel asked as he led you through the house to your bedroom. ''Oh...I think I would like that.'' You smiled. Silence enveloping you again.

''Thank you, Az. For today and the offer.'' You looked down standing infront of the door to your bedroom. ''There is no need to thank me. But you should get some sleep.'' He looked at your door and then down the hallway. ''I will be right next to your room if you need anything. So please, let me know.'' He gave you a look of urgency and you gave him a nod even if you knew you would not. He probably knew it, too. ''Goodnight.''

"Goodnight."

[destinationtrekk]

Albert Wesker NSFW Alphabet

a/n: not edited, and i included links to ones already answered in asks so this wasn't a million scrolls long

nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 aftercare with wesker 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wesker is an ass and thighs man. He’s staring you down in your uniform behind his sunglasses, and don’t be surprised if you have to repeat yourself when you’re sitting close to him and wearing shorts. If you shake your ass when he’s fucking you from behind he’s heart eyes and drooling like a cartoon character. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always asks to finish inside you. He’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out. However he also isn’t a fan of mess or having to change the sheets every other day, so if he’s feeling really lazy he might even wear a condom just to make it easier on both of you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty sniffer. Why are you booing? I’m right. This guy has INSANE biological and physiological differences from a normal human, so excuse him if you just smell amazing. It isn’t a fetish or anything, don’t make it weird. He’s just able to smell you way past your preferred fragrance, and your natural scent drives him insane. Even better if you wear boxers because then HE can wear them and smell like you and– 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not very experienced when you first get together, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good! He knows exactly what to do, and he’s watched you enough that he can memorize your tells and most sensitive spots pretty easily. He’s a fast learner. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down ass up, by far. Sure, he loves you on your knees and he adores watching your face twist in pleasure, but being able to press you into the mattress while your ass jiggles against his torso– heaven. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a pretty serious guy. Not to say he doesn’t have his silly moments when the two of you are feeling especially loving and giddy, but he takes sex as an opportunity to share your devotion to one another, not as a game or way to simply pass the time 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A little darker than his hair, but still noticeably blond. He keeps it trimmed pretty short. This goes back to his cleanliness like with cum– he wants to be presentable and also doesn’t want his entire groin wet and sticky when the two of you are finished. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on what Wesker you like. STARS and uroboros!Wesker are heavy on sweet words and gentle, loving sex, while RE4 or 5!Wesker like it more rough and (dare I say) violent. Not mean!! They just prefer to leave their affection behind in bruises and bites rather than candle-lit confessions of love 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, doesn’t do it much. He never had a need for it before, and really didn’t have the time or energy either. Maybe when he was in STARS he had a little more time to indulge, but in general he would just rather have sex. On the rare occasion he does, though, he’s quick and efficient. Usually in the shower, to keep it clean, it’s done in a  few minutes and he goes about his day like nothing happened. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

wesker's kinks

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

STARS!Wesker not-so-secretly loves to fuck in his office. It’s a thrill keeping you both quiet and still being in your uniforms, random gear and holsters thrown about when you’re pawing at each other to touch skin. I think maybe RE5!Wesker likes to have quickies in the lab or his office, but it’s more of a power play for him to see you on your knees than anything else. Otherwise, most Wesker variations prefer the comfy bed 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He hates to admit it, but insubordination is a big one. He demands respect, but knowing you have an attitude and aren’t afraid to tell him off gets him rock hard. This is usually how quickies start as well. Another turn on is calling him by his titles (Doctor, Captain, Officer, etc). Once again, he’s a respected figure who earned his titles through work and bloodshed, so giving him this attention feeds his ego (and his massive dick) 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wesker will not permanently harm your body or psyche. He doesn’t want to you be his mind/fuck slave, and he won’t have you crawling around after him begging for scraps of attention. He’s with you because he respects you on a fundamental level, so unless those are things you’re actually into, he wants to treat you with the respect you deserve. I also think he isn’t into food play, or any bodily functions in general. Once again, he’s a very clean and mindful person and making a mess doesn’t suit him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving to giving, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t love both! He enjoys knowing you feel good and he’ll do anything to see you moan and arch your back, but he just adores how you look kneeling in front of him with big teary puppy eyes while he fucks your throat

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He enjoys a good mix of both. He works so often that he usually doesn’t have energy for a rough session, so generally he takes his time and wants it to be sweet for both of you– other times he’s a beast and leaves you marked up for days with a barely-there limp from your sore hips

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Any Wesker loves a good quickie. Not on a regular basis since he’s so busy, but when the opportunity arises, he will absolutely take it. Whether it be in the lab, the office, in the field on a mission- if he has a spare 10 minutes, expect trouble in the form of his desperate hands and mouth.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s a big risk taker. He figures worse comes to worse, you didn’t like it and it won’t happen again. Like trying new kinks for the first time or having an especially risky quickie at work- sometimes he jerks off to the memory for a week, other times it’s a little awkward and humorous. He just sees them as trials that may or may not work out, just like everything else. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Insane stamina, much lower energy. He can go for hours if you asked him too, but the poor guy just doesn’t always have it in him. Technically, even tired, he has potentially limitless stamina with how the viruses affect his body, but he’s tired, okay? He needs a nap because he was up all night staring at reports

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He enjoys using toys! Vibrators are his go to because it’s easy to quickly overwhelm you with one, but he also really likes using ropes and plugs. He enjoys plugs a lot because he can keep you from dripping everywhere when he plans on round two later. He also loves to see you squirming and struggling when the ropes come out, and he especially loves when you use the ropes on him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Wesker is a world-class tease. It starts with smug looks and raised eyebrows that make you blush under his attention, then slowly devolves into his breath on your cheek while he’s trapped you against a wall. He’s got a track record of leaving subtle touches on your body when no one is looking, but it still leaves you a blushing mess when his hand finds your thighs under the table. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a shy little guy…. But God can he whimper and moan. He likes to keep himself quiet unless he’s teasing you with dirty talk, but if you get him comfortable or seriously out of his head, he’s loud as all hell. A complete mess, just babbling on about how good you feel, begging you for more, crying out and whining while you wring him dry. He’ll call you every pet name in the book just to beg you for whatever you’ll give 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a whole sub!wesker tag but… this man is a switch. He’s naturally dominant and commanding, even in bed, but when he feels safe and trusts you, he’s like putty in your hands. Whether he’s topping or bottoming, he’ll nuzzle into your skin and whimper like a puppy with every quiet word you coo at him. He’s into praise, hardcore, but he also enjoys a little (read: LITTLE) bit of degradation aimed at him when he can’t stop begging you for more. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 wesker below the waist... 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high! He works his ass off, be it STARS or Umbrella or Tri-Cell, so most often he comes home and collapses on the nearest soft surface before he’s up at the crack of dawn and back to the grind. It’s actually hard to get him to relax sometimes, so even when he does have time to fool around, his mind is going a mile a minute and he doesn’t always have it in him to stop thinking long enough to even get hard. Not to say you never do it, your sex life is very healthy– it’s just not on his mind every day  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll ass out after a good orgasm. You’ve even seen him fall asleep at his desk, head hanging limp against his chest, after a quickie before. If it’s late at night and you’re in bed, good luck getting him up long enough to take a shower

[flxrartsstuff]

Under his command

ErwinxfemReader! 18+

Authors note: The need to write something for this man was never bigger than now. So imagine having something between you both and you’re Erwin’s soft spot. The blonde commander wants you again this night, especially after a tough mission. The burden on his shoulders is heavy but luckily he has you…

cw: Erwin x female Reader, Erwin is eating you out like a king, him being a little dominant, clit play, unprotected sex, missionary, mention of names like darling

»When are you coming back?« the woman asked, strands of her long hair framed her beautiful face. Her eyes locked on the blonde tall man, who was closing the last buttons of his white shirt, his back facing her.

»I don’t know. Can’t make anything specific.« he said back without turning around. His voice sounding cool and restrained. The woman sighed, he could hear her turning around in the bed, her naked body only covered by the white bed sheets.

»Why are you saying this? You know very well, how this makes me feel.« she said defending herself and leaning back against the headboard. The moonlight fell into the room and through the windows which was half open through the curtains. The man turned around finally, looking at her more desperately than he intended to be. He grabbed his brown leather jacked and put it on, before he took place on the bed next to her again. His eyes roamed over her face, soaking in every detail he could get. She was beautiful. Like a dream only he was able to dream. And only he could left her. This room was their safe space, only for hours and it hurt him every time when he had to leave her.

A few hours before…

You teased him too much. Every here and then, you used every opportunity to give Erwin a sweet innocent but naughty glance or smile form afar. It was hard to act like normal, to keep posture in front of all the other soldiers. He was good. Really good. But only you knew, how good he really was. Your affair went on just a few months actually. He became the new commander of the survey corps, so determined and confident. As if it hadn’t already make you crave for him, it became much stronger over the months. And it seemed he felt the same for you either. He knew you since you both went for the military training. Truly impressed by your skills and confidence he lost his eyes on you more often than he should. You found yourself spending more and more time with him, getting closer and more to know each other. He knew he could always count on you, because you both had the same mind. You followed him, always ready to fight along his side.

Then it turned to Commander Erwin Smith and he started to give you orders. This changed everything for you. Only for the good of course. You couldn’t deny that it made something with you, how authoritarian he became, his confidence in his plans and actions rising up like hell and his always so collected and calm demeanor which no one could ever read through. With the years his blue eyes became colder and he more and more lonely. Loosing soldiers like flys only because of fighting for humanity also had its impact on him. He carried the last hopes of humanity on his shoulders and felt his duty like no one else.

But you were different. In all the darkness which covered him, you were a bright light. A reason for him to come back in one piece. To look through the crowd, searching for your eyes and realize you were still alive. To see that slightly cocky grin on your lips as your gazes met and promised for more. Until he found himself by your room just with you and nothing else. He could let fall the whole world behind him as if nothing existed anymore. Laying his hands on your waist, guiding you to the bed and feeling the desire growing with every second. Erwin knew what he wanted as always. And one thing for sure, it was definitely you.

His blue eyes seemed to glow in the half lit room as they looked at you with such an intensity. He took a few moments just to let his eyes wander along your face and body. As if he wanted to check that nothing happened to you. You smiled at him, giggling softly and placing a hand on his cheek.

»Missed me?«

»Mhmm..« he hummed in confirmation and smiled back at you. He couldn’t hold back any more, he was craving you. Erwin turned his head to kiss your hand, slightly sucking on your fingers, making sure to give each one a soft treatment. You watched him silently like hypnotized. Then he grabbed your wrist to get a better hold of you, placing last soft kisses on your hand before dragging you in for a much hungrier kiss on your lips. He growled as soon as your lips met his like a starved lion, breathing sharply through his nose. His mouth was eating yours up, didn’t hold back and wanted to claim what was his. You were his, no matter what happened. No matter how much you both had to behave outside this room. Slowly his hands ran down your back, your waist till he reached the soft curves of your ass and squeezed them. Letting out a quick surprised loud right into his mouth you continued to kiss and roam through his blonde hair with your hands.

It still wasn’t enough for him. Still so much to crave for. Your clothes were definitely too much and a true barrier for him to feel you properly under his hands. So of course they quickly disappeared on both of you and landed on the floor like nothing. His tall and broad figure was hovering over yours, caging you under him. He never looked more beautiful than now. Leaving all his duties behind, his facade opened up to you as he looked at you as if you were his most precious treasure. He buried his face in your neck, kissed and sucked on it. Immediately finding the right spot to make you squirm under him. You moaned his name out of nowhere and it echoed through the whole room. So he couldn’t hold back his grin, feeling more confident in his actions. Your hands went to the back of his head, feeling the blonde undercut of his hair between your fingers. It fueled him much more, so his breathe hitched as his body pressed on yours. Still wearing his tight boxers you already felt a bulge growing in them.

The night outside this room was covering both of you. Only one candle lit in the corner of the room, was throwing dancing shadows along the walls. Showing your bodies move on another. It was still quiet and you both excited not to make any too loud noises. But was it really possible? It got more harder for you, as his hands roamed over your body, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples. His blue eyes were covered with lust as he looked at you. They showed that he definitely wouldn’t gonna go to hold back. He would go wilde on you. Appreciating this every moment between you.

„Now tell me, you will always listen to your commander, won’t you?“ he suddenly asked through a hissed voice. His eye lashes half opened. His whole weight was now pressing harder on you as if he wanted to emphasize his words. Your pussy throbbed in anticipation as his half hardened erection was now poking your thigh. As your eyes wandered down his body to steal a glance, he immediately grabbed your face, forcing you to look in his eyes.

»Eyes up here, darling. You will listen to everything I say, right?« his hips moved slowly against yours, closer to your pussy but still teasing you. Your breath went faster in sync with your heartbeat. You nodded speechless but this wasn’t enough for Erwin. His face was so close to yours, his grip getting a little more tight.

»I need an answer.«

»Yes, Erwin.« you whimpered just how he expected it from you. You were so excited to see this side of him that you would just do as he said. You never felt more desired than now and especially by a man like him. He hummed satisfied and leaned back to get some space between you. His hand loosened the grip on your chin, while his thumb caressed over your lip dragging it down slightly. Erwin’s blue eyes roamed over your whole face, letting everything sink into his brain as if he might could forget you. But as long as you were around him, he never ever could forget you.

Again his lips found your body and he made his way down your breasts to your stomach. Appreciating your skin with soft kisses and licks, biting even to mark your body. You sighed in delight, still with a low voice which made him look up to you. Slowly spreading your legs more open in front of him, he could get a clear view of your panties, already soaked with wetness. But instead of rushing, he leaned down, kissing your thigh before placing his mouth on the damped shade of your clit. He kissed your pussy through the lace, licking over it so your hips already started to move as well. As he squeezed your clit with his lips it made you squirm and a loud of excitement left your mouth. Mumbling a few words which made no sense, he continued with his penetrating, burying his nose deeper as well.

»Oh!« you gasped, throwing your head back for a moment before looking back to him, encouraging to keep on going. »Please don’t stop…«

His breath hit your skin as he chuckled through his nose. Couldn’t he be more sexier than he was now? That gaze he was giving you through his blonde eyelashes was all he needed to make you weak, melting like butter in his hands.

»How could I stop? I’m just getting started.« one last lick, one quick bite on your thigh to leave another hickey before he leaned back again and hooked his fingers on each side of your hips around your panties to drag them down slowly. You lifted your hips a little to help him and seconds later they landed on the floor to the rest of your clothes. His fingers brushed along your exposed skin, slightly parting your lips and watching the effects it had on you. All wet and glistening for him, it was like an invitation to continue. Your body shivered as his breath hit your wet sweet middle.

He had you finally exposed in front of him, that sweet rose bundle of nerves making his cock pulsing in delight. Erwin began to kiss and lick slowly all around your clit and vagina, the edge of his lips only making a tiny amount of contact with your skin as he moved his way around, constantly teasing you. Hearing your voice, your whimpering only in this room made his cock painfully hard and let some little growls escape his mouth as well. Soon you were a moaning mess, edged to the very very thinnest and burning inside out. His mouth full of your sweet nectar and his salvia. He sucked on your clit but now even let his whole tongue slide in your tight warm hole.

»Oh God, Erwin! Haaahh…nghhh!!« your voice echoed now much louder through the room. That’s when he paused. He pulled back only to get back to your face and kiss you almost brutally. You could taste yourself on his lips and sucked on his tongue as much as you could. Your legs were shaking but still you didn’t reach your climax yet. You were so sensitive right now, that one last lick of his tongue would break your whole dam.

»Want to get caught, huh? Alright, give your best darling.«

That’s when he finally took place between your legs, placing his cock right at your entrance. He teased you, rubbing the tip along your pulsing clit slowly. You watched the spectacle with half lidded eyes and open mouth, not able to say or do anything. He looked at you with love and desire in his eyes as he entered you slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside you. Inch by inch, but always watching your reactions as he pushed inside. Like a thirsty for water he needed to be as close as possible to you. His fingers intervening with yours and so was his body melted to you with your sweat and juices. The whole room smelled like just the both of you and the loud, obscenely noises you made definitely could be heard in the hallway.

The way his cock felt inside of you, pulsing inside you just the way you always needed was intoxicating. The more he did, the more you wanted of it. You melted away with every slow thrust of him and your pussy burned like hell. He picked up the speed while wrapping your legs around his hips to get you much closer and him much deeper. His broad chest was melted with your tits, pressing on them with heavenly pressure. It was all to good to be true. Having the commander of the survey corps lying on top of you, with such filthy noises, with such a desire for you, brought him into a different kind of light.

As if he wasn’t going fast enough, his hips slammed even harder against yours as he dominated you in the best way possible. Whispering words of admiration for you in your ear, against the skin of your neck and right on your lips, as his breath crashed against your open mouth. Your brows furrowed, your eyes rolled over to the back of your head as his cock reached your perfect spot and kissed your cervix. Before he could realized his orgasm reached him faster than he expected. He reached between your legs and started to rub your clit in circles, giving you the last drop to send you over the edge.

You didn’t hold back as you came. And so did he.

»Oh my god! Yess, please!! Oh please, Erwin!«

Your scream was music to his ears, pushing his ego much higher than it already was. His thrusts became erratic, his cock disappearing inside your warm hole as deep as he could. Getting closer and closer to orgasm, he looked at you with a pleading gaze. A silent beg for him to come inside of you. You dragged him closer for a sloppy kiss, signaling him that you wanted his cum inside you as well. It should be a risk of course but it just felt right with him. Just the fucking wedding ring was missing on your fingers though!

»You’re so Beautiful, sooo fucking Beautiful…« he hissed breathlessly in a repeating manner. »I can’t get enough of you…!«

In a fast motion, his hips bucked forward and released an amount of cum right inside your pussy. Warmth spread all over it, as he thrusted a few times more to make sure you milked him dry. He praised you several times, kissing your forehead, your nose and lips. Pearls of sweat dropped down on your chest, while his fingers still did his job on your clit, rubbing you faster and faster till your whole body fell apart. You gasped surprised by the wave that was rolling over you. Moaning his name desperately just to get as much from the orgasm as possible.

And just to go on and on for the next hours…~

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ʜᴏᴡʟ ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴜᴘsɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ. ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ sʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ…

1. ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ɪ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟ ɪs ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs.

Howl spun his dance partner around to the music. Step by step they followed the other couples. The glow of the lanterns was reflected in her eyes. Her hair danced in the cool air. Her lips were slightly parted. She inhaled sharply. Every now and then she burst into laughter. She tried to shout over the singing crowd in the town square. She fell under the spell of Market Chipping. Nothing unusual. She probably never stuck her nose out beyond this point. Most of the people around them had spent their entire lives here. They weren't like him. They couldn't just drop everything at will and move with all their belongings. It was not every day that they had the opportunity to celebrate. Especially in the dangerous times ahead.

He knew what was coming next. She stared at him like he was the whole world. He should be satisfied. And yet, for some reason, this adulation irritated him. He didn't deserve her. And besides, SHE never showed it as openly as this woman did.

The lace dress swirled. The material fluttered as a strong wind blew up. They didn't feel cold. The dancing lasted all evening. He knew it would start raining soon. The first drops had already reached his hair. The woman's touch was foreign. He tried not to think about it but the thought kept pushing itself into his head. She smelled different. Not as he would have liked. She moved in a strange way. Something was missing. He realized painfully that she was different. She moved her lips closer. He let her place a kiss on his cheek. Only one. Something seemed to stir inside him but not as it should. Maybe it's guilt? He gave his heart to a demon a long time ago. Calcifer was far away. He couldn't check it. He probably wouldn't have told him anything anyway.

She moved closer again. He didn't let her continue and pushed her away. Gently. She took a few steps towards him but he gently slapped her hand away. She looked at him reproachfully. She disappeared somewhere in the crowd of a thousand people. Everyone was running away from the rain. They covered their heads with their hands or newspapers. They ran as quickly as possible to take shelter under the roofs. He was the only one walking at a normal pace. Water was pouring into his collar but he didn't care. He took the guitar that he had left at the inn earlier. Immediately afterwards, he disappeared behind the alley of a colourful tenement house. He could conjure an umbrella. Even change the weather if he really wanted to but for what? He somehow liked the concept of getting wet. He followed the path leading to the Wasteland. Here the wind was tugging at his coattails. Pink and gray rhombuses wanted to fly away somewhere far away towards the lavender fields. He should be angry. Something squelched in the shoes. He could barely make out the blurry castle in the fog. Blond hair stuck to her face. He brushed them away every now and then with patient movements.

He placed his hand where the heart should be. Something hurt there. For a long time. Did he really feel something or was it just his imagination? That evening confirmed his belief that he hadn't made it all up. When SHE lived with him, everything around her seemed to come to life. He felt like singing and dancing whenever he saw her. She seemed to draw out reactions from him that he lacked. He tried because she wasn't satisfied when he didn't give his all. Howl spent time with her. She seemed to rediscover life with him. Even these seemingly simple things. She didn't accept his complaining. She stood by him when he called for the shadows. Now there's nothing left of it. Since she was gone, the days had become gray streaks. Each one similar to the previous one. Jenkins, Pendragon, Sorcerer, Wizard, Magician, Apprentice of Suliman, Servant of the King, Demon. He played so many roles and was fed up with all of them. The one person for whom he was always only Howl was gone. He didn't realize how dependent he had become on her until she disappeared.

Howl pushed the wooden door open. A pleasant warmth enveloped him. Something pulled at his gold necklace. The same one he received from her as a gift. Sapphire pulsed slightly. This made him open his eyes wider. He looked up and saw this one person he never expected to see again. For a moment he was unable to move. The puddle outside the doorway grew and grew, staining the floor. And he still didn't get it.

She promised she would come back. But he didn't believe her. After all, why would she do that? He's already taught her most of the things. She was so good at magic that she didn't need him at all. She could find a decent house, set up a business and meet someone. That last thought particularly annoyed him but she had every right to do so. In the end, they promised each other nothing. They didn't even talk about what actually connected them.

— Welcome home, [Reader] — he simply said, sitting down in the chair across from Calcifer.

This was, is and will be her home. That's what he told her the last time they saw each other. Did she still remember that?

The woman nodded, smiling slightly. But then she seemed to remember something and smile faded away. Markl didn't seem to notice anything. The boy showed her all the new spells he learned during her absence. She was rufflling his brown hair again and again, praising him for how much he had grown. She talked about her travels, taking out souvenirs from her bag. Ingaria was huge and it took her months to explore so many corners of the world. She travelled with everyone. By carriages, trains, cars, airships and on foot. More than one adventure has made a child's blood run cold. But then she would add an anecdote or a joke to make him laugh.

— I heard you were at the festival today — she said casually to her former master.

— You're right. — He held the look she gave him. Her piercing gaze told him everything. She knew why he was at Market Chipping. How? It didn't matter much.

He suppressed the strange feeling rising inside him. He regretted going there but she didn't need to know that. Or how much he missed her all this time. That at night he dreamed that she was close again, or that he planted lilies of the valley in the garden just to feel the scent she always carried behind her again. So he kept a straight face adorned with a small smile and announced that he would make dinner.

The fire demon looked at him scoldingly. Its flames danced accusingly. He knew what he meant. After all, he once took his heart. He knew him best and understood what was happening to him.

— Howl, cheek — he hissed quietly, sighing dramatically.

The blonde rubbed the indicated spot. Trace of red lipstick. Great. He wondered what she thought of him. If she even wondered about him at all... But why else would she have asked him the previous question?

Unfazed, he reached for the eggs. Plus a few slices of bacon. His signature dish. If you can even call a simple meal that. Calcifer eagerly ate the shells. To the accompaniment of complaints, he graciously agreed to put a frying pan on it. The pleasant smell of food lured the woman and the boy to the table. They had to clear away books, scrolls and potions. There was barely enough space to put dirty plates on it.

[Reader] complained about the condition of the castle. Dust, cobwebs and a pile of junk. He tried to defend himself. Deep in his heart, however, he agreed that she was right. Since the day she left, there has been chaos here. Marek somehow fought it at first. After a few days, however, he gave up. Seeing his master's condition, he instinctively followed his example. Howl knew he was responsible for this child but he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He denied all the changes for the better that the woman had introduced. He stopped cleaning, left the work in the hands of the student and disappeared for days at a time. Her absence caused him to completely fall apart. He went back to being the worst version of himself. He hated himself for it.

And now she saw who he really was. There was evidence everywhere. He couldn't stand that scolding look. Halfway through the seemingly cheerful dinner, he stood up and reached for a thick book. He read the spell from the old assignment over and over again. He pretended not to be interested in the other two's conversation. But im reality, something inside him was screaming. It rose towards her like a sapphire from a necklace. He hadn't been this close in a long time. She was sitting right next to him. At his fingertips. How many times had he dreamed about this? How he thought about what he could do then? And now she was home again and he had absolutely no idea what to do. Even if he looked composed on the outside.

He looked out the window. The rain didn't stop. He was stumbling mercilessly. Even if she wanted to leave, she would have at least spend this night here. But what next? Maybe she's only here in passing. She came to visit them and is about to disappear again. She will disappear like the mist that hides the The Waste. Or worse, it will all turn out to be just a beautiful dream. Howl will open his eyes in a moment. He will put his feet on the cold floor and she will be gone. He will only have what he has always had left. A pile of objects that he carried into the room one by one to occupy his attention. A colourful ball that reflected light in the glass on the ceiling because she didn't like the dark. An old, worn-out, golden gramophone. They listened to music together. Stacks of books covered with dust. Her favourites were on top. She left handwritten notes in them. When he read to them, he felt like he was one step closer to her. Masks from playing at Market Chipping, feathers from wild birds they watched together, a stuffed mascot and thousands of other things. All this helped him sleep when he lay in bed, tired from working for the king. There he pushed the images of war away from his mind. He tried to forget about the explosions, destruction and victims. Lilies of the valley by the bed drove away all evil, even if only for a moment. They smelled sweet like her. He could imagine himself lying right next to her. She brushes his hair from his forehead again, whispering soft, soothing words. She playfully tries on his emerald earrings, bursting into soft laughter. They talk about what happened all day. Seemingly nothing special. And then she slowly leaves, wishing him goodnight and he sleeps peacefully until morning. He hasn't felt peace in so long...

— Mark, it's time for bed. — The woman pushed him lightly towards the stairs.

— Just a moment — the boy begged, looking at her pleadingly.

— No discussion — she said, seeing that he wanted to protest.

He glanced uncertainly at her and then at the teacher. Then he cast a quick glance towards the demon. The flame tilted towards him knowingly. The student put his hands behind his back but everyone in the room could tell he was nervous.

— Are you staying with us? — he asked, looking at the floor.

The question rang in Howl's ears. This was what he also wanted to know.

— I don't know exactly for how long but I'm staying — [Reader] said calmly. — Now go to sleep.

Delighted, Markl ran to her and quickly hugged her. Then, as if embarrassed by this gesture, he ran up the stairs. The sound of his footsteps faded away. All that remained was the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. There was an awkward silence.

— I think we need to talk — [Reader] said after a while.

The man nodded.

— Don't mind me — Calcifer hissed. - I'll turn around and it'll be almost as if I wasn't there!

They would certainly not find peace with him. Discretion was not in his vocabulary.

— I think we'll leave after all — Howl said.

He turned the doorknob. The color pink meant a garden. He offered [Reader] his arm. She hesitated for a moment but eventually accepted the offer.

— Come on... I wanted to hear it — the demon growled dissatisfied as they walked through the door.

It never rained in this place. A warm, calm evening. As always. The pools of the lakes reflected the starlight. They walked together through the soft, light, green grass. The woman looked around the area. Not much has changed here. Actually nothing. Except for the lilies of the valley. She looked at them for a moment. He saw it. The only flowers that ever interested her. He just planted them.

He sealed his fate here long ago. Who would he be now if he hadn't caught a shooting star that fateful night? Would he still practice magic? He might not be a wizard at all. He regretted what he had done in his youth. The contract took his heart. It wasn't that he was completely devoid of feelings and emotions but something was missing. He was painfully aware of this. Some part of him that would make him feel completely human again. The worst thing was that it hadn't bothered him at all before. It was only when [Reader] came into his life that he realized how many things he didn't have or couldn't do. His love has always been and will always be incomplete.

— So… — he began, staring at the lake. — How long will you stay?

— I've already answered that I don't know. It depends. — The woman shrugged slightly.

— On what? — Howl continued. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he saw her at the castle today. He had to know the answers.

— On you. — She looked straight at him.

— I told you once. This is your home and you can always come back to it. I still stand by it.

— You know that's not what I mean. — She raised an eyebrow. — I'm waiting for you to tell me something.

— Like what? — asked the man.

— You know well — she said with a smile. — That you're sorry. That you love me. That you want me to stay because you care — she concluded.

The wind gently moved her dress. She stood on a hill among the lilies of the valley, the constellations reflected in her eyes. He could have sworn that he had never wanted anything more in his life than for them to stay like this until the end of time.

She was right. He knew it. And yet it was so difficult to express everything he wanted. How on earth did it come so easily to her?

— I am a monster. — That was all he could manage to say.

Black feathers appeared for a moment and then disappeared. He hated this monster. A big, heavy bird. The perfect and deadly weapon. Sent to the front to fight the enemy. There were also people on the other side of the barricade. Ordinary civilians, wanting to survive like him. Soldiers who had families they wanted to return to. Even if he didn't kill them, he contributed to it. If he didn't fight, he was a coward. If he fought, he was almost a murderer.

One day he will overdo it. He will use up too much magic. And then he will remain in this hideous form forever. Until the end of his days.

— That's true, but it doesn't mean I look at you differently. I already know that.

— I meant monster in the second sense too. I'm a terrible teacher for Markl. I'm setting a bad example for him. And I can't take care of my own castle. Since you've been gone, everything has been in ruins. — He took a deep breath. — And I used a woman today to forget about you.

— I was there. — It shocked him. — Why did you push her away? — [Reader] asked.

She had to use seven-mile boots. There was no other way she could have made it back to the castle before him. She took the prototype a long time ago and he hasn't seen them since. He didn't think they would last this long. And he certainly didn't expect her to take them on a trip.

— Because she wasn't you. I only love you and no one will ever replace you. Even if I didn't realize it. — Howl locked eyes with her for the first time that evening.

He could finally look her in the eyes without a trace of shame. That's what it was. The feeling he had found so difficult to name all this time. Even if he felt love, he didn't want to admit it. He also let go of his guilt. The ballast accumulated over such a long time disappeared as if by magic.

She stared at him expectantly. He knew she was waiting for the last words. She wouldn't be herself if she didn't want to see it through to the end and have her own way.

— I wish you would stay. — The man gave up. — I will change. I promise.

He placed his forehead against hers. She smelled like all the lilies of the valley around them. He stroked her hand and kissed it. He felt like he didn't deserve more yet. He'll work for it. He will make amends. He will become a better person. And then he will be worthy enough.

— Then I guess I have no choice. You're stuck with me. — Her laughter echoed throughout the starry garden.

Howl grabbed the place where the heart should be. He couldn't feel his pulse under his shirt. After all, many years ago, he gave up everything he was. And yet he lived.

This time he didn't need Calcifer to know what was inside him. He was still human. Looking at [Reader], he was sure of it.

[newtthetranswriter]

Hair dye and Soulmates

Word count: 1431

Paring: Chifuyu Matsuno x Reader

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate connection, they come in all different styles, yours is you have a section of hair that matches your soulmate’s current color and changes if they dye it. 

Warnings: shit used once, other than that none that I can think of.

A/n: Hello peoples, This fic is dedicated to Chifuyu Matsuno for his birthday. Even if the theme isn’t about his birthday I thought it was cute so HAPPY BIRTHDAY Chifuyu. Also as I'm posting this for his birthday it will be part of my winter fic event even though it isn't wintery. Anyway I hope you enjoy and Remember to hydrate or diedrate.

    Having a soulmate was a relief for many, it gave people hope that one day they would meet the person that will love them unconditionally. Unfortunately the way to find your soulmate is a little less than perfect. It’s different for everyone, some have a timer counting down to the day they will meet, others can hear each other's thoughts, but for me, I’m stuck with a chunk of hair that matches my soulmate’s hair and vice versa. This would be fine if they didn’t have blonde hair. Hair color marks are fairly common but that just makes it difficult to find your soulmate unless one partner dyes their hair a crazy color to help notice each other in a crowd.

   Every morning I would wake up hoping my soulmate had gotten tired of the wait and finally dyed their hair to make it easier, but every morning I’m faced with the same blonde streak at the front of my hair. Around my last year of high school I got tired of waiting, so one Saturday I bought the stuff and dyed my hair bright blue. Sadly when I got to school on monday morning none of the blonde students at my school who had the color connection had a stripe of blue in their hair. Even though I didn’t find them that day, I decided that I would keep dying my hair crazy colors until I finally found them.

   A few years after high school, I got an opportunity to move to Tokyo for work. With no luck on the soulmate front in my hometown, especially after their hair changed from blonde to black, I figured why not, and accepted the offer. Within a month I was moving me and my dog into a small apartment in the heart of Japan. 

   While I was unpacking I remembered I needed to find a pet store nearby to get some food for  my sweet husky. After getting the essentials taken care of in the apartment, I sat down to look up pet stores hoping there would still be one open close by as it was fast approaching evening. To my surprise there was one just down the street called XJ Land, but they would be closing in about thirty minutes. Deciding this was the best option so I wouldn’t be wandering the city as the sun set, I quickly grabbed a coat and my keys before bidding my dog goodbye, and left to hopefully get dog food before this place closes.

   As I entered the shop I was greeted by the worker at the counter. “Welcome in, we will be closing shortly just so you are aware.” He said as he went back to looking at his phone. I smiled looking at him, noticing a large tattoo on his neck, thanking him I went to the wall of pet food.

  Reaching the wall I started looking for a food that would work for my dog. Completely lost in thought, I failed to notice another person in the store. “Hey Kazutora, you can head out, I'll finish everything up here.” A new voice called out from the end of the aisle I was on, making me jump. It seemed the person noticed me as they then spoke to me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we had a customer. Is there anything I can help you find?” The person asked as I overcame my shock.

   I took a second before answering, having turned back to the wall of food. “I’m looking for good food for my dog. I just moved here and can’t seem to find the kind I normally get. Do you maybe have any recommendations?” I asked, turning to look at the person next to me.  Before the person could respond we both froze. The young man had jet black hair except for a small chunk in the middle of his bangs that was currently bright purple. It was the exact opposite of my head full of purple hair with a black chunk in my bangs. “Holy shit” I was all I could say realizing what was going on.

   “I’m Chifuyu Matsuno, and I’m guessing you’re my soulmate.” The Green eyed man said, offering his hand for me to shake. I accepted it and quietly introduced myself. “I like the hair all though I do have to say the time it was pink, was not fun.” He said with a smile.

   “Sorry about that.” I said, still in shock from having met my soulmate in a pet store. “I was just trying to make it easier to find you. I thought my soulmate was just covering the piece with their hair and figured that pink would shine through your blonde hair and make it easier.” I explained my choice, receiving a chuckle from him.

   “It’s all good, the gang just liked to poke fun. Anyways about the food for your dog, I personally have a cat but many customers have said this is the best one for dogs.” The man named Chifuyu explained. I nodded before reaching to grab the bag from the shelf, only to be stopped by him grabbing iot for me. “I’ll carry it for you, don’t worry.” I was stunned, I came into this shop fifteen minutes before it closed and now my soulmate is carrying dog food to the counter for me. 

   As we got to the counter, he placed the food down and walked around it to ring me up. “So Y/l/n, what made you move here?” He asked as he pressed a few buttons on the till’s screen. 

   “I was offered a job at a local beauty school, teaching students how to dye hair.” I explained briefly. Before I continued talking he told me the total, though I was shocked to hear it was significantly cheaper than what the price listed on the shelf. “Ok, here’s the money but I thought it was more than that. Won’t you get in trouble for giving me a discount?” I asked hoping I wouldn’t be costing my soulmate his job, after just one meeting.

  He just smirked at me, about to speak before the man with the neck tattoo left the back room and interrupted the conversation. “He can’t get in trouble for giving discounts if it’s his store. Anyway, have a good night Chifuyu and don’t stay up too late or Keisuke will kick your ass if you’re late.” The man I think Chifuyu called Kazutora earlier said walking out. I just looked back at Chifuyu in shock.

   “You own this store.” I said in shock. “I can’t let you lose money just to give me a discount Matsuno.” I continued trying to get him to let me pay full price.

   “One call me Chifuyu. Two, If I want my soulmate to pay less than half price at my own store, my soulmate is not paying anything more than that.” He said finishing the transaction before I could give him any more cash to cover the full price of the bag. “Anyway, do you live too far from here? If you’re fine with waiting for me to close up I can walk you home.” Chifuyu offered, flipping the open sign to closed.

   I paused thinking for a second. “I live just down the road, I can get home on my own. Thank you though. Also if I’m supposed to call you Chifuyu, you can call me Y/n.” I said moving to grab the bag of food from the counter.

   I watched as he hesitated before nodding. “Okay, If you’re sure. At least let me give you my phone number and you can call me if you need anything ok?” He asked and I could hear the slight concern in his voice.

   Nodding I handed him my phone to enter his number, smiling when he handed it back. He saved his contact as ‘Soulmate 😻’. I sent him a quick text so he could save my number, before bidding him goodnight. With that I headed home to feed my dog and sleep.

   I knew moving to Tokyo would give me a better chance of finding my soulmate but I didn’t think it would be the first night. Anyway when I got home I sent Chifuyu a message letting him know I got home safe, and received a ‘great, have good night’ text in response. After feeding my dog, I decided it was time to sleep and I drifted off with the thoughts of how great my life will be now that I’ve finally found my person.

[likeahorribledream]

Eeeeeee! I’m excited for this short stories series!!!

Could you please do: Ransom Drysdale (you know I love how you write him! 😉), mob universe, with this prompt “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

Please and thank you!!!

I love me some mob ransom 😍

Word count: 1.4K

TW: None

As always, written on my phone and reading my own stuff makes me cringe so I apologize for any and all mistakes as this is unedited!

When you were younger, it always made you laugh when adults used the term “honeymoon phase” to describe a certain time in their relationship. Especially when those people weren’t married or even in a relationship. To you a honeymoon has always been the vacation you take after getting married, and that was it. As you grew older of course people explained to you what the term really meant in the way that they were using it.

“Sometimes it’s a few weeks, a few months or a few years and if you’re really lucky it could last for the entire relationship. A period of time where everything is great, both people are happy and in love, and life is just good.” You remember your aunt telling you this after your first heartbreak. “Why does it have to end?” You had asked her, not understanding why couples wouldn’t want to stay in the honeymoon phase. “Life gets in the way, reality sets in and things change.” She had simply answered.

This conversation plays back in your head every time you start a new relationship. Which wasn’t often, you were quite picky and what you wanted was to be with someone with whom the honeymoon phase never really ends. That’s what true love meant to you.

As your aunt taught you it wasn’t rare for life to get in the way, for reality to set in and for things to change, but you were always ok. If it ended, then it wasn’t meant to be. You didn’t have a lot of relationships, but you loved going out on dates. You loved meeting new people and getting to know all the little fun facts about them. No matter how the dates went you always ended up learning something new about yourself, and about other people, and you never regretted any of them.

That is until you accepted to go on your first blind date. Usually you want to get to know the person a little by exchanging messages before meeting them face-to-face, but this one time one of your coworkers at work said she knew a sweet guy who was also dating for the long run. Her boyfriend’s coworker. Normally you wouldn’t have said yes, but you liked your coworker and you’ve met her boyfriend a few times, and he was sweet too.

It added to the confusion as to how you ended up in a nice restaurant with the sleaziest man you’ve ever met. All of his comments were innuendos and the way he looked at you made your skin crawl. You just didn’t know if he acted this way because he was nervous or that’s just how he was. Whatever the reason, you were beyond uncomfortable and you wanted to leave.

You eyed nervously around, just hoping that an opportunity was going to present itself soon so that you could leave without hurting his feelings too much. It finally came in the way of a tall, broad blonde who stepped up to your table. He was very clearly a sharp dresser, all of his accessories were chosen with purpose and you could see some ink peeking from under his sleeves and collar. You had no idea who he was, but he was already your best friend.

You’re guessing your date knew who the blonde was because as soon as they made eye contact, your date became paler than a ghost. Everything happened so fast after that: your date was gone with the threat of security throwing him out on his ass if he didn’t get out on his own, the blonde invited you to his table for a complimentary dessert, that’s how you found out he owned the restaurant, and before you knew it it was way past midnight and you had been talking for hours with the man. His name was Hugh Drysdale, but he insisted you call him Ransom.

As the true gentleman and savior that he was, Ransom drove you back to your apartment complex. Well, his chauffeur did but Ransom came along.

His chauffeur would pick you up at exactly the same spot a few nights later, Ransom opening the backseat’s door for you so that you could go on your first official date together. It took about a month of you dating him to find out, from one of your coworkers, that Ransom wasn’t only a restaurant owner but also a part of one of the biggest mob families on the east side.

Not that you cared. You didn’t judge him for the way he was brought up, as far as you were concerned he was a good man. He never showed you once that he couldn’t be trusted, that’s all that mattered to you.

It really didn’t take long before the two of you became inseparable, you were spending more time at his mansion than you did at your apartment. You only went from time to time to get more clothes and pick up your mail, otherwise you only left the mansion to go to work.

It was all going perfectly, until Ransom’s grandfather died and that his father got arrested for murdering him. Suddenly Ransom found himself at the head of the table, and everything started going downhill from there.

Ransom was beyond stressed, and you could easily understand why. There wasn’t much you could do for him, aside from offering him your help and your support if he needed it. As an ER nurse, you had seen your fair share of family drama and tragedy but never to this extent. You couldn’t blame him for closing himself off to you, although you really wished he would let you in so that you could take some of that pain on yourself and make it easier for him to get through the day.

At first you were really understanding, that was until his attitude changed towards you. He wasn’t the man who you met at the restaurant months ago, and you’re not sure you like the version of Ransom you’re beginning to discover. You’d love to talk to him about it, but he’s always in his office in the basement with his men until he leaves the mansion all together or he finally joins you in bed late at night.

You wanted to talk to him about it, so you asked for a special date night. Nothing fancy, just dinner together at the table so you could take a moment and actually talk to each other. Though he had promised to you that he was going to be there, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t show up until hours after you were supposed to meet. You finally had enough, and you went back to Ransom’s room to pack a bag.

“What’s going on?” Ransom asked as he walked into his room, looking exhausted and disheveled.

“You’re late.” You simply said as you finally ended packing, not even looking up at him.

“What do you mean I’m late?” He frowned, not understanding. It hit him after a few seconds. “Fuck, kitten. I’m sorry, I forgot and I had things to do. You know how busy I am.” He loosened up his tie and toed off his shoes.

“Oh, believe me I know.” You said in a cold tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

“You’re so busy, I don’t even matter anymore.” You grabbed your bag and stared him down.

“Oh fuck, don’t start.” He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, this conversation was already giving him a migraine. “I have enough shit to deal with during the day, I don’t need your drama at night.”

“I’ve been telling you for weeks to lean on me, to talk to me so that I can help you but no. It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me! Until you need to blow off steam; then you suddenly remember I exist and you spend the little time I have with you telling me off on all the things I’ve been doing wrong.” You walked past him and grabbed your jacket that was by the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” Ransom felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster: he was tired, then annoyed, then he felt guilty and finally he was panicking.

“I’m going home.” You simply answered as you stepped outside his bedroom.

“You are home.” He quickly answered, following you.

“This isn’t my home anymore. I’m done.” You told him without looking back, you felt you might give in to him if you saw the look in his eyes. You hurried out of the mansion and to your car, ignoring Ransom as he called after you.

The honeymoon phase was over, and so was the relationship you thought was going to be forever.

[cloverskentwells]

ficlet: inspired by this scene from the show never have i ever

when the rule change is announced, shortly after the hunt for katniss draws a dead end and the two cannons in quick succession of each other combined with the fact that marvel never met up with them announce the very probable fact that he's dead, cato and clove are left facing one another, shocked into stillness by the news. their weapons lie discarded at their sides, gathering dirt and whatever else is lying under the arena's soil to add little dark specks among the blood. the resounding silence echoes around them in a stark contrast from claudius templesmith's booming voice that had swept the arena just seconds before.

clove recovers first - out of the two of them, she'd always considered herself the faster one - and shrinks back into a persona she's comfortable with, her default shell of biting sarcasm and scathing sharp wit wrapping around her comfortably like a blanket to a newborn. "so it looks like we're the only two left," she mutters slowly, more to herself than for cato's benefit. "and we're in the finals, apparently." cato grunts in confirmation.

"it's awesome that you made it this far," he says slowly, and she can visibly see him regaining his wits in real time, the transformation obvious in the unsubtle changes of his facial expressions - unlike her, he had no practice in carefully controlling and mastering what he allowed his face to reveal. clove observes his recovery and takes note of his surprise, which is followed by slow acceptance, and then followed by the dawning of a reality she'd accepted several seconds before him.

naturally, his irritating habit of finding every opportunity to provoke her returns with his recovered senses. it doesn't take long for him to become his typically insufferable self. gathering his weapons and approaching her with the cocky smirk she'd come to associate him with, cato continues his jab. "we'll see how it goes, clover." his large hand settles companionably on her shoulder in a friendly gesture clove decides not to punish. she also doesn't bother to protest at the term of endearment - better cato, anyways, who says it with some modicum of grudging respect and admiration, then marvel (an ally she did not at all "dearly miss") who liked to relentlessly tease her and imply that there was something going on between her and her district partner that existed under the surface of their mutual antagonism and vicious barbed-wire threats.

clove watches him walk away, probably back towards their campsite (because of course he just assumes she'll blindly follow along like he's still the leader of a pack that's mostly dead - or close to it, in peeta's case), incredulously. "what the fuck do you mean by - cato, i'm telling you 'how it'll go' right now!" in a rare moment of weakness that she isn't proud of, she hastily stumbles after him so they can walk side by side as she gets the last word. normally, clove prides herself in not putting that much effort to win a verbal battle against someone, always ready with a cutting remark, but this time he's gotten the better of her.

cato's amused chuckles only agitate her further. "it'll go bad for you! and good for me! because i'm the better tribute and we both know it, you blonde oaf!"

he comes to a stop beside her to laugh, almost hysterically. and clove can't blame him, she can only blame herself for her lame attempt to sass him.

but because she was never one for self awareness, she blames everything but her own behavior. so many factors were responsible. the stupid rule change that meant they were inextricably tied to one another, cato for making it difficult for her to contemplate a reality without his hubris and deep chuckles and strength complementing her own as they fought side by side. cato for being her only tie to home and weakening her so badly she'd begun to consider him a friend. a friend, of all things, when he was supposed to be just some competitive asshole with an ego she could easily check with a well aimed blade at a lethal area.

because he felt the need to worsen her current feeling of indignity, cato smiles down at her - fondly, with crinkling and affectionate eyes as if he has grown to enjoy her presence. like an insane person. "fine, but we can go home together now, you know."

"stop that. we're still enemies. it doesnt change anything, and you know it." she feels the need to regain distance, and fast. hide whatever is the reason for this weird sense of gratitude that claudius templesmith's announcement had drawn out of clove.

"yeah, no shit, i can't stand you," he agrees, although clove doubts his sincerity based on the impish smile he's not working too hard to cover. cato watches her glaring back at him with his arms crossed in an obvious attempt to flex, leaning casually against a tree like he's some unreasonably handsome capitol model endorsing a weird makeup product, as always too confident and assured in his sense of righteousness.

it's a fight she has no chance of winning. with a huff, clove opts to ignore him, resuming the trek to their campsite and keeping him at her back where she doesn't have to deal with visual evidence of his presence.

he laughs lightly behind her, obviously amused by her failure to one-up him. her lips twitch upwards responsively in an exasperated smile that she forcibly suppresses.

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: anxiety attacks

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

…and bentley is already not having a good time, bless him

part two

❝ MAFIA FAMILY ❞

SATURDAY — JULY 14 — 8:48PM

GIRLS WERE SO WEIRD.

Especially these ones. Weirder than Steph, who was already pretty weird.

Bentley, Layla, and Vera had taken up residence in a little lavish sitting area in one of the ballroom’s corners — the two girls sharing a loveseat, and Bentley sitting nicely in his own velvet chair. He had said next to nothing, simply watching, listening, occasionally texting Asten but making sure not to stare at his phone for too long. (Asten seemed quite enamored with how quickly Bentley managed to find himself in the presence of females. Bentley wasn’t sure why.) Now, said females seemed to be playing a game where they narrated random people’s lives just by looking at them, but… ridiculously.

Bruce was still talking to the rude couple. Bentley wasn’t exactly sure why, but he was. And it seemed like intriguing conversation. They were all moving their hands, and changing their expressions, but it didn’t seem like they were arguing. (He still wanted to know what they were talking about.)

Dick had disappeared again. Bentley had only seen flashes of Timothy Drake here and there, talking and chatting and doing things. Damian hadn’t appeared yet, nor had anyone else. Only Asten and Jason had the real opportunity to skip, yet Bentley hadn’t seen a single Wayne besides Bruce, Dick, and flashes of Tim for the past… how long had he been in here? Twenty minutes?

“That guy’s dad is an Italian baker,” Vera said, pointing at a dark-haired guy that was passing with a plate piled full of whatever little fancy foods Alfred had made for the occasion. “He has to get a flavor profile of every food here so his dad can add it to his Wayne Gala inventory. They’ve been stalking the Wayne family cook for years trying to get recipes out of them, but there’s just something they have that no one else does.”

Bentley snickered at that one. She wasn’t wrong, actually, Alfred was one of a kind. Bentley wasn’t so sure about the food, though. It all looked kinda… strange. He liked… y’know. Spaghetti? Normal things? He was pretty sure Tim had said one of the things Alfred always put on the table was fish eggs. (And he did not want tiny baby fish swimming around in him.)

“Okay, okay,” Layla chuckled, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear and pointing through the crowd. “That one.”

She was pointing at Steph, who Bentley hadn’t seen once until then. She was wearing a lovely long, purple, sparkly dress, and her hair was ironed into fancy curls. She was talking to a guy in a suit that looked at least double her age.

(Why were galas just the perfect place to hang out with the opposite sex? Because, frankly, Bentley didn’t want to go over there, either. Interrupting would be way too awkward.)

“She’s a runaway model from France who just wants to see the world, not be enslaved to the runway! She snuck in to feel the American dream coursing through her veins,” Layla said dramatically, shrugging, tugging at the bottom of her white dress. “And she has amazing hair.”

Okay, Bentley really did chuckle that time. Steph was many things, but a runaway model wasn’t one of them. He was sure, though, that she would get a kick out of hearing that.

“You try one, then, pretty boy,” Vera piped up.

Bentley glanced over at her, blinking momentarily. She stared back at him with her borderline lifeless brown eyes. “What?”

“You try one, if you’re going to sit here and judge us for it,” She replied, flicking her hand out toward the crowd. “Go on, pick anyone.”

Bentley, with a huff, looked back out toward the crowd. There were people everywhere, moving and walking and talking. 

And then he saw Damian. 

Maybe he really hadn’t been here before, because Bentley was sure he would’ve seen him — he was dressed in solid black dress pants and a blazer, with a blood-red button up underneath it. He was fifteen, now (Bentley wasn’t very fond of the little gap between birthdays where Damian was two years older instead of one.) and it was showing. He was starting to look less like a kid and more like a man. Like… at least guy or dude status. And Bentley, at thirteen, still looked pretty much like a kid. Which wasn’t at all embarrassing. (At least he didn’t go to public school anymore to put it on display, he guessed.)

Bentley pointed over at Damian. All he had to do was make something up, right? What was the most interesting thing Asten had talked to him about lately?

I’m telling you, dude, the mafia is real and they’re everywhere.

Bentley settled for that. “He’s in the mafia.”

That seemed to work well enough. Layla made a loud pfft noise, and Vera rolled her eyes, muttering: unoriginal. 

”Isn’t that your brother?” Layla muttered, peering through the crowd to catch Damian as he moved.

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Everybody on the internet thinks the Wayne’s are a mafia family,” Vera teased, her eyes flicking as she watched people walk by. “Give us something cool.”

Bentley scoffed. “Okay, what would you say, then?”

Vera peered back across the room, seemingly at Damian. “He’s Robin.”

Bentley choked.

“Nah, Robin is way cuter than him,” Layla spoke up, watching Damian move across the room. Her eyes flicked to Bentley. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Something shattered. 

Bentley jumped a mile and a half when the crash of a champagne glass sounded from right next to him. He whipped around quickly, and there was an older woman with shaky hands there, near his chair, looking awfully embarrassed.

Bentley looked at the broken glass. Broken, shattered, with little diamond designs scattered about the broken pieces. There was champagne pooling on the tile.

Glass with diamonds and alcohol on the floor. 

He saw his father.

No — he didn’t live there anymore. He turned back forward in the velvety chair and-

Didn’t he used to sit on chairs like these during his fathers meetings? In fact, his father’s house had been full of them. Tons of them. Fancy chairs just like these.

No. Stop. Bentley looked up at the girls in front of him, who were looking pitifully at the old woman, at the glass. Distract me, he begged, but no words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t just… he was… he was gala-ing! He had to be perfect!

His dress clothes started to feel a little less like new ones he got with Steph and a little more like the same ones his father forced him into.

No, he should be over this. He should be over it. His father was in prison, he lived in a good home, he was okay-

In a panic, the woman, trying to clean up the glass, cut her hand on it.

There was alcohol and bloody glass on the floor.

Bentley forced himself to sit upright, but- no, it didn’t work. He forced air in and out but that didn’t work, either. He tried to tell his body to stop it and shut up and get it together but it didn’t want to.

He’d watched Dick drop a plate in the kitchen not three weeks ago and he was fine. He’d seen blood and bruises after patrol and he was fine. He’d sparred with Damian and Dick and Jason and Tim and Bruce, and even with their hands flying at him, he was fine.

More likely to happen if you’re already nervous, the logical little Tim Drake that lived in Bentley’s head said.

There were people everywhere, people who looked rich, and they were talking and talking and talking about business and business and business and Bentley wasn’t having fun anymore.

Stop. He grabbed onto the wooden arms of the chair he was sitting in and squeezed them, hard. There were two girls sitting in front of him. Two girls that were probably weirded out and confused. 

He could hear his blood moving, and- crap. No. Not right now. 

You know we’ve all pretty much ended a gala before, right?

Bentley closed his eyes and focused on Dick’s voice. Remembering what they talked about. 

I broke a chandelier. Cracked a man’s ribs.

Crack! Went his father’s shoe against Bentley’s abdomen, and he was in the warehouse, being poisoned, and Dick was in front of him.

“Bentley?”

Crack! Now he was in a different warehouse, and Jason was dying.

But Jason was alive-!

Crack! Went his father’s glass against the wall. There was the smell of alcohol. The smell of blood.

Bentley was only coherent enough to fold over on himself in the chair, lacing his hands in his hair and resting his elbows on his knees. He could not. He could not have an attack right now. If he did, then he wouldn’t be able to control his powers, then all the water and liquid and blood in the room would move, then he could break stuff, then he could hurt someone, then he could kill people.

“Bentley, can you hear me? Your mind is a wreck!”

He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

His dad was going to kill him.

Someone touched his shoulder.

And it freaking sent him.

—

“-mon, Bentley. Hey. Hey, you with me, bud?”

He couldn’t breathe.

He was sitting somewhere very not the ballroom. It wasn’t loud enough. Or maybe it was. All he could hear was his blood — water? — he couldn’t hear anything else. It was too loud.

Someone was holding onto his wrists. Gently, keeping his hands away from his face. “Hey. Can you look at me?”

Bentley couldn’t really focus on anything besides his father. But he wasn’t with his father, right? He was with… everyone else. He was in the Manor.

“You’re in the Manor, chum. You’re not there anymore,”

Yeah, he was in the Manor. He was. He was. 

He was staring down at his own pants. He could hear his stupid wheezy breaths, but he couldn’t make them stop. He realized the reason someone was holding his wrists was because he was shaking near-violently.

His father was going to kill him.

“Bentley. Bud, look at me,”

His father was going to kill him.

“I’m right here, chum. I’ve got you,”

Someone’s hand raked through his hair, and he finally managed to bring his eyes up, locking on the icy gray ones that belonged to Bruce Wayne.

He smiled sympathetically. “There you are.”

Bruce Wayne. Sitting with Bentley in — where were they? It looked like a guest room on the other side of the Manor. Not in the ballroom. Bruce Wayne, crouched in front of Bentley, not in the ballroom. Bruce Wayne, not at his own gala.

In a mental whiplash, Bentley’s cluelessness was very suddenly changed to hyper-awareness. He could feel the water moving in the pipes, the realized that Bruce wasn’t at his own gala, that he’d probably had to have been carried out because he didn’t remember walking to the bedroom, that he couldn’t breathe, that this was happening again after seven full months without an attack, that there were a few more people in the room and they were all staring at him, that he could’ve hurt someone-

“Stay with me, pal,”

Bentley wheezed in and out a few pitifully fast breaths and curled his hands into fists, hoping that something would be in them, but nothing was.

Why was this happening again?

“He’s grabbing for something, B,” Came a voice Bentley knew. A voice Bentley knew he knew so well that he just couldn’t place it.

But the voice was helpful — Bruce moved Bentley’s hands so he was tugging at the bedsheets underneath him.

“I-I’m sorry,” Bentley choked on his own breathing. (At least he wasn’t crying, though, that would be even more embarrassing during a gala.) He squeezed the bedsheets and stared down at his pants, willing his lungs to work, for his body to stop shaking. “Go back.”

“Bentley-“

“Go back,” He repeated, moving his heavy irises up, back to Bruce’s face. “To the ballroom. I’m… okay.”

“Bud-“

Bentley shook his head. “Please.”

“The galas over, chum. Everyone went home,”

Bentley froze as much as a kid having an anxiety attack could freeze.

No. He didn’t.

“It’s alright, bud, just breathe. It’s going to be okay,” 

The bed dipped beside Bentley, but Bruce was still in front of him, and someone started rubbing up and down and up and down his back. 

He shook his head in an attempt to shove the water out of it, but it was really loud.

No, not water. Champagne.

Champagne screaming on the tile. Tons of it. In the ballroom, covering the floor, getting mopped up right now.

Champagne and blood on the floor.

No he didn’t.

“I didn’t mean to,” He whispered, nearly inaudibly. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s alright, Bentley. It’s okay, just look at me. Just breathe. We don’t have to talk about it right now,”

“What did I do?” He muttered, bringing his heavy eyes up to meet Bruce’s again.

Bruce looked at the person beside Bentley, as if they would help him decide whether to tell him or not. That’s about when Bentley realized that that person was Dick, and that Asten was lingering near the door.

Bruce looked back at him, his smile wiped from his features. “Bentley-“

“Dad,” Bentley started, squeezing the bedsheets again. “What did I do?”

Bruce breathed in. Shared another look with Dick.

“You shattered all the champagne glasses,”

Bruce didn’t elaborate, but Bentley got it anyway.

He shattered all the glasses.

In everybody’s hands.

Bentley exhaled heavily, squeezing the sheets so hard his palms would be bleeding if the blankets weren’t in the way. His eyes flicked down to Bruce’s right hand.

It was haphazardly bandaged, and there was blood seeping through.

Bentley opened his mouth, but Bruce cut him off with an immediate: “Don’t apologize. It’s okay.”

Bentley blinked, forcing a little burn that was surfacing behind his eyes away. “How long? Was the attack?”

“About an hour and fifteen minutes,”

Bentley exhaled sharply. He’d never had one that long before. 

Maybe that’s why he felt like crap.

“I didn’t mean to,” He mumbled, releasing the bedsheets and bringing his arms up and around himself. “Someone broke a glass.”

“I know,” Bruce said sympathetically, running a hand over Bentley’s head. 

Well, at least he was breathing better now, somehow. The shaking had gone down a little, too.

He felt like he’d been hit with a truck. His head was all fuzzy and felt like it was full of stuffing, and it seemed to be taking three times the brain power to will up any thoughts or statements.

Instead, Bentley just leaned his head over on Dick’s shoulder, who hummed sympathetically.

“On a brighter note,” Asten said, moving forward from the door. He was way taller than Bentley now, standing at sixteen years old, and his blue hair was a darker blue than it used to be. (Jason had taken up dying it for him, and he was shockingly good at it.) He was wearing pajama pants and a hoodie. “Those girls left their numbers with Damian. For you.”

Asten held up two little torn strips of… was that a napkin? That had writing on each of them.

Bentley breathed in and out.

He guessed ruining your first gala was just one of the dozens of ways to become a Wayne. 

(He wondered if getting phone numbers off of random girls by having an anxiety attack and hurting people was another one.)

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[scarlettriot]

★ Hello, all you wonderful people. I know it's been a pretty long time since I've posted any kind of story or fic update. The inspiration well has been suffering a terrible drought, and then this idea hit me pretty hard, and I decided just to see where it would take me. Story will get smutty so, no minors or ageless blogs. ★ The world is entirely my own as it is part of another piece of fiction I am writing, however, @twisteddaydreams1135 & @meggsngrits have been helping so much with ideas and plot, it's not even funny. Thank you guys for your continual help. I know I wouldn't even have started this if it wasn't for you two. I also pulled some inspo from the incredible fantasy audio series by Yuzuya. ★ Below I give you a little taste of what is to come. The story will heavily follow the BakuSquad as well as some other beloved characters from the series. I really hope you all enjoy ♡

When you woke up this morning, this wasn't quite how you imagined your day would play out. It started normal, a bit exciting even. You had the opportunity to aid two travelers in locating information regarding some dragon clans, which just so happened to be your area of expertise.

But, you thought when they walked down the library's grand marble staircase and out into the crowded evening streets, it would be the end of the day's excitement. Truth be told, even if you were a senior librarian, nothing too thrilling ever really occurred within the city limits.

All of that changed just a few hours later.

Never in your life had your heart raced quite this fast. Then again, you'd never been running for your life before. Hand in hand with the very loud, and grouchy blonde you'd helped earlier in the day. Footfalls pounding against the cobblestone road in sync with each other, propelling yourselves forward, keeping just ahead of the six hunters that had cornered you not minutes before.

He pulled you through the city you'd always called home, the one you'd never left, making sharp turns down alleyways and cutting across roads without so much as a second thought. Anything he could think of to get them off your trail, he was trying, and yet nothing deterred them.

You were nearing the city limits. And it was only a limit because it was a cliffside. A massive one at that. Standing high above the sea with its unforgiving waves hundreds of feet below.

“When we get to the ledge, don't slow down. Just keep running and jump.”

Just when you thought it would burst, your heart sped up even more. He was insane. He had to be.

“Are you mad? That's a cliff, you know! We'll die!”

“Don't argue! Just do it!”

Before you could blink or hold him back, his free hand flung out behind you both, and magic exploded outward from his palm in a brilliant display of light and sparks that had citizens screaming and debris scattering in every direction. But, it afforded you time. Just precious seconds to create enough space between you and the hunters.

The ledge was a few meters away, there was no going back now. “JUST JUMP!” He screamed, and another blast went off powerful enough to launch the two of you right over the edge, and then you were free-falling through the open air.

Your stomach lurched, and your heart lodged itself in your throat as the wind tore through your hair and stung your skin like a thousand tiny needles. You had a death grip on the blonde's hand and just waited for the icy waters below to swallow you whole, but no chill came.

One moment you were falling, and the next, you were flying. Your body connected with something hard as the man held you in place. “Get up here. Can't have ya fallin' off.” You opened your eyes to see two massive ebony wings, dragon wings, carrying you away from the only home you'd ever known...

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain Chapter 2

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Sophie: The night air wasn't freezing, but I was so glad I decided to wear my hoodie. Compared to inside of the venue where I'd just come from, the outside L.A. air was cool enough to make me pull my hood over my head and shove my hands deep into my pockets. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was the temperature or excitement that was making my body shiver.

The concert was incredible and just what I needed to escape the hell of my reality. My therapist suggested I start doing more normal things to get my mind back into thinking I wasn't living through trauma anymore, and when I mentioned the concert, she said I should jump on the opportunity. But trying to teach yourself how not to respond at certain times or to certain things or certain situations was easier said than done; especially when you were sometimes living in a state of constant fear.

The fact that I used to be with a man who became my entire world faster than I expected was the reason for what I was going through now. He was my first of many things and I fell head over heels in love with him; his stunning blue eyes, dirty blond hair, tall muscular body and sweet personality was like having my own Prince Charming. But once we grew comfortable with each other and he knew he had complete control of me, his sadistic and hedonistic nature was quick to come out, trapping me in a violent love affair that of course ended in violence. That was many months ago and here I was still trying to put my life back together after he'd ripped it apart. But I was doing better than I thought and the Bad Omens concert was proof that things were changing in my life for the better. I was healing and their music was part of the process that made me feel more like myself every day. Tonight, though, was the icing on the cake. Tonight I was flying high on confidence and butterfly feelings that was the reason for the smile still plastered to my face. And it was all thanks to Noah and his very obvious flirting. 

He made eye contact with me half way during the show. As the lead singer of the band, I first wrote it off as part of the job for stage presence. I caught him looking periodically throughout the night, smiling when he noticed me staring back, and I couldn’t push away the feeling that something was going on between us. I later learned I was right when Noah came down off the stage and mingled with the fans. He touched their hands and even gave a few quick side hugs, but stopped the moment he got to me. I froze when his fingers touched my cheek, the feeling of his cold fingers sliding down my skin taking my breath away and making my legs weak.Thank God I was holding on to the steel barrier or I just might have collapsed. 

Noah and I had a moment; a beautiful, amazing, moment that I would never forget. I don't know what came over me, but as he turned to leave, I quickly grabbed his wrist, sliding my hand into his before he had the chance to return to the stage. He looked back at me, the surprise in his dark chocolate eyes making my heart skip a few beats, I didn’t know a guy could be so adorable and fucking hot as hell at the same time and it gave me the wrong feelings in the wrong places, making me clench my thighs tight together. Before I let go of him, he kissed my hand, focusing on my knuckles. Noah’s lips were wet and the kiss was soft and very innocent, but the way his eyes fluttered closed then opened, twinkling as that same disarming smile I’d seen many times before in photos crept over his over his face, I could tell he was maybe feeling the same way I was; ecstatic. 

I threw my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. Later at the end of the show he found me again. His long arm stretched out to me, reaching for me as far as he could. I gave him my hand, feeling like time had stopped for a moment. It was a magical experience that I would never, ever forget. Noah motioned something as he was walking away, but because of the people bumping into me and walking between us, I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. I left soon after.

I wished I could have had the opportunity to tell Noah and his bandmates what their music did for me; how it healed me and helped with my recovery. But, I didn't and that was okay. The sweet, personal moments I did have with Noah would stay in my heart and head forever, like a tattoo, encouraging me to keep going no matter how hard life got.

The two and a half years of abuse that  sometimes disguised itself as love had eaten away a lot of my self-confidence, leaving me a shell of my former self. But they say that things happen for a reason, and I suppose they were right. What happened to me was the foundation for my personal growth and even though it broke me to the point I didn't believe I would or even could recover, I did. Once I was out of the woods and gave the past a brief look, I no longer stayed there, but began the journey of identifying the new me

The wind blew, dragging me from my thoughts, and I shivered. I picked up my pace and walked a little faster, thankful my apartment building wasn’t far from the venue. In minutes, the tall six story building greeted me like an old friend. I went inside, grateful for the immediate warmth. I took the stairs to the third floor where my apartment was because I had a weird fear of elevators, of all things, and stepped out into the familiar hall that would lead me to my front door. It was quiet in the hall, but not so much that I couldn't hear the faint sound of a tv or the sounds of the outside world below and I yawned when I looked at the time on my phone. It was way past my bedtime. Pulling my keys out from my pocket, I grabbed the doorknob, turning it out of habit and found it was already unlocked.

Sudden dread filled my chest, causing it to tighten beneath my skin. I placed my hand over it, feeling my pounding heartbeat, and tried to calm the thoughts that were suddenly speeding through my head. Staying out in the hallway wasn’t an option and I didn’t want to waste the Police’s time in case it turned out to be nothing, so I was left with only one other option and that was to enter my apartment and face whatever was waiting on the other side. With nine-one-one on speed-dial, I slowly opened the door, greeted only by darkness at first, but as my eyes adjusted I saw the small light coming from the kitchen that I always left on. Feeling around on the wall for the switch, I flipped it up and the living room filled with a soft white glow that illuminated everything in it. I sighed, releasing the breath that I’d been holding, as my shoulders drooped and my body relaxed. Everything was okay. No danger. After closing the  front door and locking it, I headed toward my bedroom to take a shower when my bedroom door flew open and I screamed. Perry’s tall, massive figure, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, loomed over, stirring up a heap of emotions inside me. My hand flew to my mouth as the other gripped my chest, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out from fright.

"Sophie," Perry said, his smile so big and beautiful. "God, I missed you baby." I took a step back. My eyes were wide with fear and I knew he noticed. He stared at me, eyes narrowing as he watched for my next move, but all I could do was stand there, speechless. He took a few steps toward me but I didn’t move, and then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and holding me close. I found it difficult to catch my breath as the tightness in my chest wouldn’t let up, making me feel suddenly very dizzy. Perry’s scent, so rich, so intoxicating, flooded my senses and brought back memories of the night he left me broken with the proof of his rage all over my body. I began to cry, thinking of how badly he’d hurt me and what happened the following day and how he didn’t answer my calls or any of my texts and I felt abandoned, betrayed and neglected. He’d simply got on an airplane and disappeared from sight. Perry gently caressed my hair, whispering to me how much he missed me and was sorry he left like he did, but I didn't want to hear any of it. My cries turned into sobs, and I felt the panic attack coming but I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed it to submerge me into its darkness as Perry’s strong arms tightened around me, holding me through it.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I remembered, I was laying on my couch with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. Looking around I saw Perry sitting in the chair opposite of me, hands gripping the arms rests and his head laid against the back of the chair.

"What are you doing here Perry?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my face with the sleeves of my hoodie. His head shot up. Our eyes met, and it disarmed me when I saw how his were filled with worry, but honestly that wasn’t anything new. Perry could be a very good actor at times.  "What do you mean?” His blue eyes were confused. "I mean what are you doing here? And how did you get in?” I pulled the blanket back and flung my legs over, placing them on the floor. “You left me months ago without a word since.”

He frowned "Right, about that," he answered, peering up at me through his eyelashes. "I," he leaned forward and reached for my hand, but I moved away. He glared at me, and I noticed his jaw tighten. My body went rigid. "I still have a key." he confessed, pulling the silver item from his pocket and laying it down on the end table beside him. "Sophie, I was under so much stress at the time those things happened between us that day. I know they were horrible things, I know I hurt you and I'm sorry I did them. I came back to tell you so, hoping you'll forgive me. I came back to tell you I love you and I still want you.”

He was lying, just like all the times before. Perry was good at manipulating me and knew how to use it against me to get what he wanted. At one time, he was my weakness and I believed everything he said to me; the good and the bad. Early on in our relationship, I began to feel like all the things that went wrong were my fault; that I was to blame for all the ill-fated misfortunes that happened to Perry. He made me believe they were and I spent so much time doing whatever he wanted to make it up to him. 

"Sophie?" I looked at him, fighting back tears."Well?" "Well, what? What do you want me to say, Perry? Let’s just pick up where we left off and pretend that you didn’t do anything to me? Pretend that you didn't walk out on me, leaving me so fucked up and hurting right over there on my own living room in complete and utter misery? You put me in the hospital for god's sake! You broke me and you expect me to say that all is okay and forgiven; let’s work things out, pick up where we left off just so you can feel better about yourself? I can't do that; I won't do that and just because you say you love me doesn't mean it’s true and that I feel loved by you.”

The familiar shadows of anger crept across Perry’s face. He straightened his back, rising to his full height, and my legs began to shake. My heart was beating so fast and I was terrified but I did my best to not let it show. "Come here," he said, beckoning me over with his finger. I didn’t move."Sophie, I said come here. Now!” The rise in his tone sent me scrambling over to him because of conditioned obedience. I brace myself for what I was sure would happen next. 

"You couldn't wait to disobey me could you? Couldn't wait to push!” He snatched a handful of my hair and yanked my head back until I was looking right at him. "I came back to you, Sophie. I came back to this pathetic shit you call your life to tell you that I was sorry and that I missed you; I missed us. But all you can do is mouth off and refuse me your forgiveness. You’re just as much of a bitch as I remember.” Crying out, I flinched, instantly attacking Perry’s hands with my own. Finally, he released me, pushing me away. I rubbed my head, grimacing over the pain my head now felt. Perry ran his hands through his hair and down his face, pacing around in an attempt to calm himself down. No matter how hard I tried, the tears from my eyes fell, making my nose run as I stood, huddled into myself scared to even look his way."All I want is your forgiveness, baby. That’s it. Everything else, I know we can work out. Please.” I glanced over at him. Perry stared at me, his expression now softened and blue eyes pleading with me to do what he asked. "I fucking love you, baby. I just want to love you." 

He came over to me and I flinched when he grabbed my arm and moved in close. His body rubbed up against mine, the sexual tension rapidly spreading between both of us. I hated Perry, and despised what he’d just done to me, yet no matter what he did, my body always responded to his sexual advances. Maybe it was because he was responsible for taking my virginity and I didn’t have anyone else to compare him to or because he knew my body like the back of his hand and what to do to get the right responses out of me. He was hard for me already, leading me back against the wall and pinning me against it as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me like a starving mad man. It was passionate, aggressive, and I wanted it despite everything.    

 "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry," he moaned into my neck while his hands traced my sides up and down. “Being without you was slowly killing me and I'm just,” pulling away to look at me. He took my face between his large hands, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs and pecking my lips. “I fucked up so bad,Sophie.” I nodded, sniffling back tears. He buried his face back into my neck and left more wet kisses on my skin. I was responding to him in a way I knew wasn’t healthy or safe and I had to stop. "Perry, stop," I said, pushing on his chest to get him off me. He lifted his head again staring deeply into my eyes and for a moment I saw a glimpse of the man I was once in love with. My hand found the side of his face and I slowly traced his jawline and chin, forgetting that I was never supposed to touch his face unless he said I could. He snatched my hand away so fast, squeezing it until the pain sliced through me. I took a deep breath, clenching my teeth together. "I told you to never touch me unless I say you can," he said sternly. I swallowed, peering up at him. “I’m sorry,” I squeeked. 

Releasing my hand, Perry backed away from me, giving me room to move, and wandered over to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cabinet."Do you know why I never called or wrote, Sophie?” My head was still reeling from what just happened between us, that his question didn’t even register at first. I followed him into the kitchen, watching as he filled the glasses with my only bottle of red wine. “I don’t know Perry, why didn’t you?’ He handed me a glass, which I took, but didn’t drink. “I was ashamed, that’s why. I didn’t know how to face you after what I did.” I wanted to believe him, god knows I did, but the voice inside my head was screaming at me not to. He took the glass from my hand and sat it back down, sliding his hands around my face and pulling me in for another heated kiss. I was breathless when we parted. Perry grinned, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and tapping the end of my nose. It was a cute gesture that normally would have made me smile, but not this time. I was through being broken by him.

"You’re never going to make any of the past right, Perry.” “Then let’s start over; fresh and new.” I shook my head and took a step back. “No, I don’t want to. It's over, Perry; for good. What happened between us is in the past and what's done is done. I don’t want a life anymore.” I watched the last of the kindness leave his eyes as the evil that drove him to hurt me seeped in. I gasped the moment he swept the wine glass off the counter, sending them crashing to the kitchen floor. The sound of glass breaking and shattering on the tile was so loud as the crimson color of the wine spread like blood. Perry’s hand wrapped around my neck and was pressing so hard against my throat, choking me. I gasped for air, clawing at his hands and dragging my nails down his arms. He yelled out, seething through his teeth. “You fucking bitch,” he screamed, hitting me for the first time across my face and sending waves of tremendous pain through me that only worsened when he began to shake me like a rag doll. My back slammed against the wall sending pictures crashing to the floor as his hand came down again and slapped me so hard it was enough to make my lips begin to bleed. “Since you don’t want to play the way I want you to play, I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t obey,” throwing a punch to my gut. I groaned loudly, sliding down the wall no longer able to stand from the pain I was now in. My body was in shock and I couldn’t stop it from shaking. 

“Beg for me to stop, and maybe I will,” Perry fumed, breathing heavily. I shook my head, crying uncontrollably. “I said beg, whore! That’s what you are! I bet you’ve slept with every man who’s crossed your path since I’ve been gone.” I continued shaking my head, moaning and mumbling “no”. He reached down and pulled me to my feet, hitting me again before slamming me against the wall. "I fucking love you, Sophie. All I've ever wanted was for you to love me in return.” “But I did love you, Perry," I screamed out through my pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the blood and dripping onto the floor. "I was so in love with you, but you were too wrapped up in yourself to see. And then you started hurting me and all the love I had for you began to fade. You have no idea how much I loved you,” I stammered, looking him deep into his eyes. There was so much confusion and hurt written all over his face, but before any of it could reach his heart, he jabbed his fist into my side and grabbed me by the hair, leading me to the living and throwing me to the floor, just like he did the night he left me. I was terrified of what was coming next. 

Crawling my way to the sofa, Perry grabbed my legs and pulled me back, slapping me a few more times before straddling me. “I want your pussy baby. I want what’s mine!” I started swinging at him, trying to hit him anywhere, but couldn’t. Once he got a hold on my hands, he pinned them on each side of my head, but I wouldn’t stop squirming and thrashing around as hard as I could. “Get off me, Perry,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying any of my neighbors would hear. Perry grunted as he tried to keep me still. We continued to struggle and wrestle for a few moments and I was getting tired, but I couldn’t allow Perry to get the upper hand on me. If he did, I knew I’d end up in the hospital again or worse; dead. Releasing one of my hands so he could undo the button on my jeans, it seized the chance to take back my life by slamming my fist into the side of Perry’s face. Screaming in rage, he let go and sat back, holding his face in pain. He yelled, but I didn’t give him any chance to do anything more to me as I slid my leg out from under him and slammed it into between his chest and stomach. “Fuck you, Perry,” I screamed, watching as he fell back into my tv stand, knocking everything off, including the tv. I scrambled to my feet, and grabbing my phone that I had left on the chair by the front door, I quickly undid the locks and ran out of my apartment, never looking back.

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I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you

Taking place shortly after Kevin leaves the nest:

Kevin felt the buttle slowly slipping out of his fingers. He tried to hold onto it, but there was no use. It was already almost empty and whatever spilled on the floor would be a problem for another day. He let it fall to the floor with a quiet thud that was softened by the carpet. 

His head felt heavy. His neck had trouble supporting its weight and it was slowly falling onto the back of the sofa. He looked up at the ceiling and started to trace the cracks with his fingers that were suspended in the air. In that moment he could have sworn that he was connecting every line painted on the surface. His hand was moving in slow motion and was the only thing his mind saw clearly. Everything else was a blur, the cracks in the ceiling started to completely mix together and the sounds of the street were muffled despite the window being wide open.  

His hand was the only thing he was focused on, but it was the wrong hand. He couldn’t look at his other one. He couldn’t look at the damage, he couldn’t bear to think about the waste. His left hand was everything to him, he was nothing without it, so he wouldn't dare to look at it at its current state. He focused on his right one and thought about the potential. He could do this, after all, what would be the point of moving forward if he couldn’t play. Exy was all he was good for, Exy was the only reason he was still alive, this couldn’t be it. His life couldn’t be over just like that. 

He would adapt, he was always good at it. He knew how to change himself to appease others. He had to do it over and over in the nest. He was going to learn how to play again or die trying. 

His hand fell to his lap and he gripped his thigh to bring himself back to the present. It didn’t work, it never did. The world still seemed so far away. The first time he voiced this out loud to Andrew, the blonde told him that it was just the alcohol talking, Kevin didn’t tell him that that was not the case. Although alcohol didn’t make the world around him any more real, it at least made his mind lighter. The things around him always seemed like they were coming through a fog, but while he was drunk, no one batted an eye. When he was sober, he had to act like everyone else. He had to pretend that he was normal, that he heard everything and that he saw everything, without everyone realizing how much strength it has cost him to stay present day after day. 

He didn’t remember a time when it wasn’t like that for him. He couldn’t remember what the normal felt like and if there even was one, maybe everyone was just lying to him and pretending as well. There was only one person who knew, one person who noticed his absent gaze and well hidden confusion. 

Kevin’s chest began to close up on itself. There was ringing in his ears and he closed his eyes tight to stop the room from spinning around him. He tried to calm his breathing, but the panic raising deep in his stomach was stronger. 

He left him. He used him to rescue himself and didn't look back. He took the first opportunity he saw and sacrificed the only person who has ever truly seen him. Before Jean there was no one who understood even a part of him. The Frenchman eagerly uncovered every bit of Kevin and always wanted more. More of Kevin’s input, more of his emotions, desires and insecurities. He never took what Kevin was not willing to give, because to Jean Kevin would always be willing to give his all. 

And yet he left him. 

He was a coward. That much was always true. Coward for staying as long and enduring the abuse, coward for leaving like he did and a coward for hiding in plain sight and endangering people who’ve done nothing to deserve it. 

His hand clumsily reached for his phone and he clicked on Jean’s contact with shaky fingers. He put the phone to his ear and held his breath as he was waiting for the signal. His heart seemed to sink with the slow beeps of the connection as he was waiting for the back liner to pick up the phone. It rang and it rang, but no matter how many times Kevin pressed the call button again, there was silence on the other end.  He would have kept calling for eternity if not for someone ripping the phone away from him. 

He tried to take a swing at the mystery figure, but his movements were obstructed by the amount of alcohol flowing through his veins. When he tried to stand up, his legs gave up under him and he fell to the floor, almost head first if not for the person gripping him under his shoulders and slowly guiding him to the ground. 

He lifted his head up with great difficulty and through a blur he saw coach Wymack’s concerned face looking down at him. He spotted his phone in Wyamck’s tight grip and made a move to take it, but was denied. 

“I will give it back tomorrow.” The man put the phone in his back pocket and ignored Kevin’s whine of protest. 

“I beg you, sir, just let me call.” Kevin’s speech was slurred and it would be a miracle if the coach even understood him, but he seemed to have heard him. “I’ll give you my blood alcohol, I’ll rot with all the burnouts on the court,” he pleaded not noticing the confusion written all over Wymack’s face, “I’ll change my loyalties, I’ll wear the orange. Let’s wait, I swear he will call me back.” 

Wymack kneeled next to him on the floor and looked into his eyes. Kevin tried to focus on the face in front of him, but his consciousness was starting to get away from him. He was hoping that he’d convinced the coach, that he said what was needed of him, what was expected and that he would be granted his wish. Of course, he knew that just doing what was right, didn’t automatically make him entitled to having his pleads fulfilled. After all, coaches always knew best and Kevin shouldn't be fool enough to demand anything of one. Still, he couldn’t help but pray that this time would be different. 

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?" Wyamck’s voice was softer than he had ever heard it and he felt his chest tighten again. 

He saw genuine care in the other man’s eyes and it suddenly filled him with so much anger. He was overwhelmed with a blinding fury and he couldn’t stop his next words. 

“Fuck that, sir, just let ma call.” His voice was raising. 

He knew it shouldn’t, but somehow Wymack’s gentle eyes were ten times worse than the master's cruelty. Kevin didn’t want that amount of care to be directed at him. It was dangerous to let his guard down around an authority figure. He had to see the coach lose control so he would know what to expect when he inevitably snapped and took off his kind facade. 

“Just let me call, I’ll give you my blood alcohol,” he started to repeat what he had said before, but with double the force, “I’ll rot with all the burnouts on the court. I’ll change my loyalties, I’ll wear the orange. Just wait, I swear he’ll call me back.” 

He tried to stay firm, but failed miserably. His voice began to break on the last sentence and he fell forward, bumping his head into the broad chest in front of him. His whole frame started to shake while he was overcome with sobs. He felt two strong arms enveloping him and he was pressed closer to the body that was supporting his whole weight. 

“Son, why do you do this to yourself?” Wymack whispered into his hair. 

He shook his head and immediately regretted it after his insides threatened to spill out of him. He sagged further into the coach’s frame and abandoned any sense of staying strong or angry. He let himself be overtaken by his tears and sorrows and drifted off with the gentle movement of being rocked back and forth into unconsciousness. 

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Lana's P.O.V.

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Now, I've lived in Arcadia oaks for some time now and I must say, it's a pretty interesting town to say the least. During my time at Arcadia oaks high School, I've had crushes,and they either rejected me without a second thought,use me to get their exes back or date me for only my appearance..but that all changed one day when a certain punk wizard came into my life ; Douxie casperan. The moment we first made eye contact,I could've sworn I felt like this spark of connection,and I couldn't even figure out what I was feeling...was it..Love?.. something about him just drew me in..

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It was currently five in the morning,and as usual,I would wake up to do my normal routine before heading to my job at the library downtown,and as I was walking past the GDT arcane bookstore,I stopped in my tracks after seeing Douxie himself inside through the window,as it seemed he was sweeping the floor,which gave me the perfect opportunity for me to get a good look at him..God everything about him was perfect..His black hair with indigo highlights...his punk style..Even his accent..Though i felt my heart sink a little bit once I saw Zoe in the store as well, seeing the two getting close to each other ,to which i just walked away, didn't want them seeing me anyway, plus I have to get my shift over with.

I know your favorite song I hear it every day Whoever made your smile Made it to get in my way And every time you laugh..You make that little sound It's just the hardest thing To love you, but not know how..So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid 'Cause I've tried to forget you But these things just don't go away

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As Lana would continue on with restocking the tall bookshelves on the second floor of the library,she would hear a couple of girls around her age talking about wanting to have a chance with Douxie,which upset her a little..even the thought of him breaking her heart scared her a little..

" What's the point?.... He's way out of my league...but then again..I may not have a chance with him.." The female with fluffy blonde locks muttered softly to herself,a notable scottish accent being present in her voice, holding a few books in her arms while walking to a different part of the library to return the books to their original spot,as she noticed that they were misplaced.

I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me If I didn't know better, then I would believe That we were made for each other..But I'd know the truth..You're no good for me, I'm no good for you And I hate that you're perfect..You're perfect for me..I hate that you're perfect..You're perfect for me

Lana would soon start heading down the long wooden stairs back to the first floor,though she had a worried expression on her face,but quickly shook off the feeling since she needed to focus on her job after all.

" I'll just get my heart broken again...I can't risk it... plus he probably sees me as a friend...right?.." Lana thought to herself, grabbing the books that fell off the floor and went to go put them in their correct shelf in the magic section.

What good are words When they always just get in our way? And it hurts the most just to know That you don't feel the same, the same So sometimes, I get down on my knees And I pray things will change But life is what happens when things They don't work out our way, our way

" I hate that your perfect.., perfect for me If I didn't know better, then I would believe That we were made for each other..But I'd know the truth..You're no good for me, I'm no good for you And I hate that you're perfect..You're perfect for me..I hate that you're perfect..You're perfect for me..." Lana sang softly to herself,soon noticing Douxie entering the library,which surprised her since he rarely visited..She would quickly stand up from her crouching position and cleared her throat,even fluffing up her hair a little, before inhaling and exhaling.

" Hey Lana...you got a minute?.."

Douxie would soon ask, approaching Lana with his normal charming smile that would make anyone smitten,though Lana had noticed that there was a slight nervous glint in his eye.

" Yeah...what is it?..." Lana asks as she looked up at the male who seemed about three inches taller, however Douxie could've sworn he felt his cheeks turning into a light pinkish red color,but quickly calms down, before gently grabbing the female's hand leading her over to a more quieter study area.

" Well... It's kinda silly but I've been meaning to tell you something for quite awhile actually..." Douxie says while rubbing the back of his neck , unsure of whether to just spill the beans or not,but decided to just go for it,but was quickly caught off by Lana

" I may have something to confess to you.." Lana would say in a rushed tone,her cheeks turning a little bit more red from embarrassment,but got a nod of confirmation from Douxie, signaling her to continue.

" Douxie I....I really like you..A lot....but I was scared to say anything...And I'm afraid I may not be perfect for you..." She would confess, turning her gaze away from his, preparing for rejection,but instead felt both hands gently holding her face, meeting his gaze.

" Lana I like you too..I have for a long time too.. You're the sweetest person I've ever met in my entire life..And I wanna be able to be there for you as much as I can...You are perfect for me love...And i really mean that...You have no idea how long I've been keeping that in..." He would respond, pressing his forehead against hers,as Lana herself would tear up a little bit from joy and relief,as she soon had her arms around his waist due to her being a little shorter than him, relieved to know that he felt the same way about her.

" I'm so glad you did..." Lana responded,her voice in a hushed whisper as they looked into each other's eyes. These two were meant to be together,as if the universe had a plan for the two all along.

" I love you..."

" I love you too...so so much darling..."

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choose your adventure . gn! reader

[south park dating sim]

this occurs in HIGH SCHOOL. i do not write for 4th graders.

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you have chosen the name "new kid", is that correct?

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you have chosen the name "new kid" you can change this in settings in any point of the game

WARNING . . this game is written by a author who's fucked up in the head, and can't focus! please proceed with caution

[they/them pronouns will be used for the reader]

south park is a land of cold, your parents moved here a few weeks ago, and now you have to go to a new school. the whole situation was quite blurry, you've always had memory issues so remembering stuff has always been a hard task for you. due to this, you don't remember exactly why your parents moved here, or your past school. you remember some of your friends of course, but nobody really liked you at your past school, so in the end you are bound to forget everyone at some point.

waking up is such a pain, you thought to yourself as your phone rang, signaling how it was the first day of school for you. you felt nervous, a new year's party must've been happening in your stomach, because you could not calm down no matter what. of course, you didn't show this in your face. it was neutral, as it normally was, emotions weren't your strong suit.

well, PHYSICAL emotions anyway, obviously you felt emotions, you aren't some kind of mysterious main character. at least, not in someone else's point of view. you stood up as your vision blurred and you fell, clearly meaning you had woken up a bit too fast. so now your head was spinning. ow, you complained in your thoughts.

you got back up, and went to your wardrobe. you could really care less for your sense of fashion so you put on the first thing you saw and left. you now opened the door and started to walk downstairs, cracking your neck as you saw your father, taking care of your little brother. "good morning [name]!" he said to you.

"hey dad, hey charlie" you waved to your brother and dad, starting to make your breakfast. "mom's at work, i guess?" you asked, he let out a muffled yes as he started to feed your brother once again. you sat down at the table, starting to eat as your dad complained because your brother threw up on him and laughed. you let out a small chuckle, and began eating again.

"cmon kiddo, this is the third time!" he rolled his eyes, exhausted as charlie just laughed at him. he went to go and clean his clothes and left charlie with you. charlie then out of nowhere, hugged you. "huh?" you were confused, and then charlie started to eat your food, you just sat there, watching your brother eat your food. "oh"

your dad entered the room, laughing at the site. "seems like the little guy wanted your food instead." he said, resting his arms on top of the chair you were sitting on. "im glad he's eating at least" he said, your brother now finishing your food, and then going to your dad, yelling "up! up!"

so, you just sat there, looking at the plate who was now clean. resisting the urge to throw your brother.

"hey buddy, your school bus is coming soon, right?" your father asked. you looked at your phone, "yeah, im gonna go now" you stood up from your chair, getting your bag which was on the couch and placing it on your back. "bye kiddo! have a good day!" he said as your brother yelled "bye bye" to you.

you unlocked the door, going outside and closing it, you stepped on the cold snow, your boots being there so you wouldnt feel it, the bus stop was a few inches from your house.

walking to it, you realized there was a blonde boy there who seemed to be your age, you COULD use this as an opportunity to make a friend. what should you do?

[A] say hello, and try to be his friend

[B] go to the next bus stop

[C] go to the bus stop and say nothing

in this game, you have gems.

you obtain gems by getting friends, and you use them to make special choices!

every friend you make, you get gems. depending on who it is, you can get 2, 3, 4 or 5 gems. it all depends on their role in the show, main character, second main character, side character or background character.

currently you have 0 gems! congrats

to vote for the option you want, you have to write me through an ask, can be anonymous or not! just simply say "A", "B", or "C"

the more votes, the better! so make sure to vote!

i'd also love to hear ideas and suggestions so i can feature them here in this story! so dont be afraid to tell me those either!

bye now, until the next episode of this story!

- august

[cloudsandwichsoup]

general mp100 char headcanons,,(this’ll probably change in the future maybe,, i’ll update as i think of new ones)

shigeo “mob” kageyama

he/him

bi 100%

he’s quiet in most spaces and likes to listen but he rambles a lot when given the opportunity

he’s more talkative in general post canon but usually needs someone to start the conversation

he feels a little uncomfortable in fem clothes (because of the school break in incident) but would wear a skirt if asked (depends on who’s asking, will say no to reigen)

will wear anything teru buys for him

always the first player when playing video games

goes to s&s at least once a week to visit

teases his brother sometimes (but is the one mostly being teased)

the most normal little guy you’ve ever seen /j

arataka reigen

he/him

(disaster) gay

single father of 3 (tome, teru, shou)

married to serizawa

has a decent fashion taste when recommending things to others (but not himself all his clothes are ugly)

unofficially adopted teru and let him live in his apartment; serizawa (didn’t live with him at the time) convinced him into getting a bigger one because teru and reigen were super cramped

very proud of mob (cries when he graduates middle school)

slowly and painfully tries to be more honest (and causes more problems in the process)

can cook is just too lazy to do so

sings pretty well

doesn’t pay his rent on time

salt everywhere

ritsu kageyama

he/him

achillean (men liker syndrome)

“romance ew” but is also a hopeless romantic (shouromantic /hj)

homophobic but only towards reigen (and teru for liking his brother)

emo and listens to mcr and p!atd /hj

he talks about his fixations with mob

it’s hard for him to open up even post canon,, he still has the tendency to bottle up his feelings

he gets to 100% much easier then mob does since he has less patience

it isn’t as bad though

had a fursona (his drawing of it is crumpled up in his closet)

shou drew it for him once when he found a drawing of it lying around (ritsu wanted to die)

katsuya serizawa

he/him trans (im not projecting you are)

gay

goes to therapy (and forces reigen to go eventually)

tries to give helpful advice… to varying degrees of success

he’s shou’s better dad

sensitive to louder noises (like houses burning)

aware he’s severely underpaid but stays at s&s because of reigen (and the fact that he genuinely likes the job) they end up sharing finances so they should be fine… hopefully

he works multiple jobs (online and otherwise) to keep himself afloat before he gets married cause he really REALLY wants to stay at s&s

he gets a degree in psychology and expands s&s with counseling services

can be sarcastic when he wants to be

still anxious though he’s gotten a lot better (he’s learned how to look more put together and instead panics more internally)

the nerd ever

he rambles about his favorite games and shows to anyone that will listen

teruki hanazawa

he/they (hetheycore)

gay i don’t make the rules

his hair is naturally blond and his blue eyes are not contacts (i’m specifying this cause some people say otherwise) his parents are some european + japanese

he’s fem but in a masc way if that makes sense

hopelessly in love with kageyama shigeo,, he isn’t subtle about it at all (mob has his suspicions but doesn’t want to get carried away)

literally realized he didn’t like women after he met mob (more like after he realized liking boys was a thing after looking it up)💀

has one sided beef with tsubomi over mob’s affection, they became friends later I just think it’s funny if teru is jealous

has a hobby in fashion

reigen is his dad and they move in together post canon cause i said so

shou suzuki

he/him

pan

animal lover; hampter

art kid 💀

has ocs probably

he gets scared easily and is also sensitive to louder noises

serizawa straightened his hair as a kid (still does his hair just gives him his curly hair products now that shou wants to go natural)

got a buzz cut cause he absolutely ruined his hair after ironing it every day

honorary child of the arataka family

he visits people by breaking in through their windows

wants to kiss ritsu on the lips but he burned his house down so (he might burn it again if they kiss)

dimple

he/him

aroace king

“i am a male. i am a man. i’m a ‘he’. I don’t get into that… mentally ill shiz.” /hj

besties with reigen (but won’t admit it)

strange uncle to shigeo and ritsu

wants to attack teru for all of the atrocious outfit recs he gives mob

he tries to pick a fight with mob about his outfit when it looks horrendous (mob always wins)

babies ritsu a lot

follows tome to make sure she doesn’t get hurt and ends up enjoying traveling to weird places in search of spirits

tome kurata

she/her

sapphic

never stops loving aliens

becomes interested in figuring out how espers work

hates momo /hj

runs a spirit blog + a cringe yt channel with dimple

calls dimple “dimps”

crashes at reigen’s place cause she can

she pretty much lives there so she’s technically wawa and taka’s kid

her grandparents raised her… her parents exist lol

her grandpa was a conspiracy theorist and that’s why she got into aliens idk

probably takes over s&s when she’s an adult (kicks reigen out)

momozou takenaka

he/him swag

says he's straight only cause it's funny 💀💀

he had a crush on tsubomi but now likes tome against his will,, he thinks her passion is admirable and she didn’t treat him differently because of his abilities so… crush?

good friends with tsubomi, they complain about life together

actually really likes tennis

expresses his affection through subtle ways and tries everything he can to divert attention from said affection

hates tome /j

[pasiphile]

Ficlet prompt! The Locked Tomb. Gideon gets away and joins the Cohort. But it's not exactly all she'd hoped it would be. She doesn't actually miss the taunts of the Reverend Daughter, does she? Gross.

The food’s good.

The food’s good, and having non-geriatric company makes for a nice change, and Gideon’s fucking ace at sword practice and she gets high-fives after training and people laugh at her puns and she’s pretty sure that cute Fourth-house blonde is gonna ask her out on a date any time soon and it’s great, it’s everything she’d hoped for and more, and –

And every day she feels deeply, staggeringly lonely.

Space blinks back at her, forlornly, her own face – oddly bare without the paint, even though she hated it, even though she avoided wearing it every opportunity she got – staring back at her.

There was a bit at the end of every fantasy, where she got mentioned in dispatches, or got some kind of medal, and Her Royal Boniness would be there and grudgingly nod, or shake her hand, or even – in Gideon’s wildest and yuckiest dreams – smile with some sort proprietary pride.

But Gideon’s been in the Cohort for two months and it’s clear now that’s never gonna happen. As soon as basic training’s done they’re gonna send her to one of the colonies, and she’ll be literal light years removed from the Ninth. Even if, somehow, she’d perform some glorious feat that set her apart from the thousands of other soldiers, she’d never get close to orbit again.

And fuck knows Harrow would never leave her precious planet alone unattended.

And that should be a good thing, fucking hell, why is she moping about this? The Reverend Daughter hates her guts. Being away from her should feel like a release.

But it’s a familiar hate. A hate she grew up with.

“Hey Nav, coming? We’ve got a beer pong competition to win.”

“Yeah, sure. In a minute.”

There’s a rumour going around, of all the House Scions and their Cavs being called to some special meeting thing, and wouldn’t that be a rub. On the one hand she was loyal to the bone – hah – to their Kindly Prince, but on the other hand, to leave her House alone…

And it would be with Ortus at her side. Yuck.

Gideon closed her eyes, rubbed her face, for a moment let her thoughts wander. Imagined what it would be like to go in at Harrow’s side instead of Ortus, be her cavalier, challenge people to duels in name of the Ninth. Maybe then the Reverend Daughter would begrudgingly show her something more than outright contempt. Gideon would absolutely trash some jumped-up little Fifth House pampered Cav and Harrow would look on from the shadows, ominious in her ceremonial robes, the tiniest smile pulling at that thin line of a mouth –

Yeah, as if.

“Nav!”

“Yeah, I’m there.”

Gideon threw one more look at the porthole and space outside, full of promises and adventures that had lost their allure, black as the Reverend Daugher’s eyes…

Yeah, no, this was good. This had been the normal, healthy choice. Fuck Harrow and fuck the Ninth, she had an ensign to flirt with and beer pong to win. Besides…

Only a madman would have believed Harrow to ever regard her with anything but hate.

She pushed off and strode down the hallway, her boots clanging on the metal floor that seemed almost obscenely shiny compared to the Ninth rusty squalor, leaving behind dreams of black eyes and bone-ringed hands and gritting her teeth against the sharp pang of loss.