#♫ strange is the call of this strange man...

[valkugo]

I want your stories. And I want your songs. And you gon' have mine. [...] We will make beautiful music together.

sammick as a very toxic version of orpheus and eurydice... wdym that's not how it went?

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_you’ve been lost for a day, and Miguel is worried. And it’s all because you’re not a science girl, thankfully your boyfriend is there to help you with your biochemistry class. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_age gap not specified (I’m 19, I can’t help it), idiot lovers, implied sex, fluff, Miguel best bf, civilian! shy! Insecure! reader, implied Mexican reader. 𝐀/𝐍_this is based on my favorite song of the movie, hummingbird. Listen to my playlist tho <3

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist. ✰ Index (+ fics here)

Hi, I might be busy, but leave a message. Love u…. *beep*

Miguel smiled, thinking the love u you had as a voicemail was only for him.

But soon he grew irritated. You hadn’t answered your phone for the whole day. You hadn’t even touched the device he had created for you to contact him through his gizmo.

“Why the sad face? Is it because your girl hasn’t answered?” Lyla asked appearing beside him. Miguel only eyed her.

“No.”

“Mmh… Even civilians have busy lives. Just because they aren’t spiders doesn't mean they don’t have responsibilities” the AI said trying to do a wise tone.

“I know, Lyla.” Huffed Miguel, clearly annoyed.

“Well. Then don’t worry, boss. Your girl is okay” You were smart, and Miguel knew you were fine. It only was strange, because you always answered.

“Oh, Peter and Gwen asked permission to come and see you” Once again, he rolled his eyes. Miguel could already hear a silly comment coming from Peter and Gwen cheering him.

“Tell them to be quick”

“On it, boss” With that Lyla disappeared.

Miguel could not wait to leave the HQ and call it a day.

…

By the time the sun was about to start fading, Miguel was able to finish a mission and report and leave everything ready for the next week. The HQ was okay and all the anomalies were safely contained.

He knew it would be easier to find you with his suit.

Most of the people in Nueva York lived in apartments, futuristic and minimalistic ones. Miguel lived in one of those. Until he met you.

Not so long ago, when an anomaly was causing chaos, he saved your life. An angry venom was about to devour you when he appeared.

He thought you were a kid. But later he learned it was your first year of college just when he was finishing his Ph.D...

Long short story, both fell in love at the very beginning of summer, but he waited.

He waited until turned twenty to be your boyfriend. Because your mother disapproved of him.

Your house was in a decent neighborhood. The street had these rectangular houses that were built upside down with long crystal windows and terraces as rooftops.

But you weren’t there.

Your window was open, but no signs of you.

“Damn it, where are you, y/n?” He mumbled, hanging from his bright web in your window.

Huffing, he activated his mask again and started balancing across the city.

He even thought about calling your father. As the man seemed to tolerate Miguel; offering beers and exchanging tastes in music at every gathering. But your boyfriend knew he didn’t have to worry.

Although Miguel didn’t possess a spider-sense, he knew you were not in danger.

And he almost missed to see your tiny silhouette.

He stopped on the balcony of an apartment complex.

The smell of coffee invades the whole avenue.

Your seating, alone. There’s a cup beside your laptop and a book is splayed. You seem very concentrated. Miguel thinks your furrowed brows and hand under your chin are cute.

Peace floods him after finding you.

Relief assaulted him when you started collecting your belongings. You thank the waitress and you leave, putting on your earphones, and carrying your big tote.

So he smirks.

You are humming one of your favorite songs, and finally, you finished all the modules of all your classes.

You can’t wait to go back home and call Miguel. You had missed him so much and-

“What the hell?” You yell as you are pulled towards an alley.

Miguel is there. Suit on, imposing height coming closer to you.

You cross your arms over the red shiny web around your waist.

“Oh look… You don’t own me from Lesley Gore started playing” you say with sarcasm, showing him your phone.

“You didn’t answer any of my calls” Deep down, you knew he was worried. And it made you feel guilty.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy with school” Suddenly, Miguel remembered you had started a new college semester. And everything made sense.

“Tough course in specific?” He asked, his mask disappearing to your eyes, meeting his gorgeous face.

“Uh—, actually… yes”

“Why you doubted?” You blushed. And more embarrassed you felt.

“I was struggling and I didn’t want to ask for help. Especially to you” Miguel was confused. His web let you go, but he came closer to you. The way he was so tall and broad made you feel like a rag doll, always having to look all the way up to him.

“And why is that?”…”

“Silly me completely forgot the biology of drugs was biochemistry in disguise” Miguel laughed. He actually laughed and to that point, you were red like a beetroot.

“You’re so stubborn, muñeca” The music had stopped at that point. Putting your phone inside your bag was a good idea to avoid his deep gaze.

“What? I don’t want you to know how much of an idiot I am. I’m not a science girl and you know that…” Miguel stopped smiling.

You had said in the past that you were ashamed. Because you weren’t special like him. You were just a normal girl living a boring life. While he was Spider-Man, he was the leader of a whole group of people like him. He had a job besides that. Miguel was successful, and you were soon to become something. Yet, you were lost.

“We’ve talked about this, y/n. I’m not with you for pity or something. I just happened to fall in love with the most sweet and caring woman I met in the middle of chaos” he had mentioned his late daughter. The mother wasn’t in the picture. Miguel never knew who was his partner in that universe.

And yeah, on Earth-929, he had seen this woman named Dana, but it didn’t last. He never felt in love.

“I know, Miguel. I know that very well, bebé” You pull him closer to you, and immediately your lips welcome him. He closes his eyes and completely leans towards you.

After missing you the whole day, he melts in your lips, savoring each second his skin is on yours. Allowing himself to feel happy.

“I would still look like a bimbo if you ever tried to help me” he laughed, a long laugh, before venturing again into your soft lips.

“Then I’d look like a himbo if you introduced me to arts and literature” both of you giggle, hugging in the middle of a dirty alley.

“Your parents are out?”

“Yeah. They went to visit my abuelita for the weekend. She’ll come next week so I declined the trip to stay and learn about enzymes” Your man nodded.

“I’ll take you home. And I’ll stay with you these days” The news made you really happy. Miguel had stayed with you before. But most of the time it was just a single night. You barely visited his apartment.

“Wait till my parents find out” As you giggle, he rolls his eyes.

“We can keep it a secret”

“Oh, so romantic of you” Miguel feels like a puppy when you start smooching his cheeks. He said he would never grow a beard because he didn’t like it. You had said loved him however he decided to look, but honestly, you really loved his clear face.

“Just for you, mi vida” When you met him, he was this grumpy giant who hated physical contact. Now, he was still a grumpy giant but loved physical contact, just yours of course.

“Wanna go watch the sunset?” He asks holding your waist. You nod, you would never say no.

“Hold tight” his strong arm envelopes your hips, and you hug him so tightly. And the pressure of being lifted appears suddenly, startling you.

As Miguel starts balancing across the city, he notices your head buried in his neck, which makes him smile under the mask.

“This isn’t new, muñeca. You are missing the view” Slowly, you open your eyes, but you don’t dare to move your head, the wind obstructing your view, but across your stubborn hairs, you can see Nueva York.

The lights of the cars, every single highway, the sounds of news on big screens. But the most beautiful view is Miguel and you and his arms. Every skyscraper is a mirror for you and your boyfriend. You can see how small you look compared to him.

As you start approaching your neighborhood, you have to close your eyes again.

You can feel how hard he loves you by the way he holds you as if his life depends on it.

“I don’t like the way my stomach churns every time we do this” you admit on his ear.

“Good to know we are already here, bebé” Pink, purple, orange, and yellow make your eyes collapse as you encounter the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen.

Miguel lets you go. He lets you walk across the rooftop and appreciates you for some seconds.

“It’s beautiful…” you almost whisper, referring to the sky.

“It is…” but he means it about you.

You were his miracle. A safe miracle that came in the most unexpected moment.

“It’s a fruit punch sunset…” You’re worried because you hear Miguel laughing again, which is weird. You turn around to encounter him smiling at you.

“Really? A fruit punch?” You’re blushing again.

“Okay… It’s a summer sunset” he knows you’re annoyed. Because he laughed earlier and now again.

“I’m sorry, mi chiquita. It’s a fruit punch sunset” he admits hugging you from behind.

His soft hair brushes your temple, and his hands around your stomach make you put yours on top of him.

“I love so much” he whispers.

“I love you too, Miguel” Everything was all too well with you. And he intended to keep it that way.

…

Again, that little scrunch you tended to do once you were stressed or highly concentrated.

“Okay… so enzymes are?…”

“Proteins.” You answer shyly.

“Correct”

“And where does the substrate bind with the enzyme?” He is testing you, and you don’t like it. But it’s for your own good.

“The activate site?”

“Good girl” You send him a bad look and he just chuckles.

“See? You’re not dumb, mi amor. You’re very smart” You bump your head with his shoulder.

Both of you are in the kitchen, on the table actually. All of your books are displayed with notes and pens.

“I really want to be done with requisites” Miguel sighed.

“I had to take three English courses when I was in college, y/n. And believe me, I wasn’t the most brilliant. My essays used to have red marks all over” you giggle.

“I don’t think so, you’re a genius”

“Just because I developed this thing with Lyla doesn’t mean I am a genius,” he said pointing at the gizmo in his wrist.

“Oh, Lyla. I miss her” you admit.

It had been a couple of weeks since you visited the HQ for the last time.

“I can take you next week. Actually, I’m strongly thinking that I might need help with the reports” proving that you were very smart, Miguel remembered the system you developed for the spiders to accommodate the reports filled after an anomaly attack.

“Oh stop it, Jessica said it would be fine”

“Jess had actually stated that having you would be very helpful” It surprised you.

“Really?”

“Yeah. A lot of people like having you around the HQ. Peter’s kid especially”

“Mayday?” Miguel nodded. Remembering how fussy the baby got after hearing your voice in a voicemail you had sent to your boyfriend.

“She’s a newborn, Miguel”

“So? She’s like two months old. She already knows you” you shrug. Remember the time you met Peter and how he told you his wife and he wanted to have a kid. A couple of weeks later he broke the news and you had crocheted the baby’s first plushie. A pink little spider girl.

“I love Mayday but don’t use her to make me your assistant” Miguel kissed your nose.

“Why would I do that, mi vida?”

“Because you’re a cheeky asshole” breaking a record, Miguel was laughing again.

“Ay, corazón. No seas así”

“I’ll think about working more time at the HQ. Qué tal?” He nods.

“That would make me very happy”

“Nah, you just want to have me around like your rag doll” Miguel smirked, so you gently punched his chest.

“I’m not in the mood to keep learning about DNA, enzymes, and monosaccharides” you admit rolling your eyes and pushing your head back in the chair.

“Well, I’m in the mood to teach you anatomy now” Your eyes widen, and you start giggling.

“Fine. But not on the couch. Last weekend Mom was this close to finding my ripped panties under the pillows” Miguel couldn’t help but laugh at your index and thumb almost brushing.

“Don’t worry. I won’t throw away your panties. But for sure I’ll rip them apart”

“See? Cheeky asshole”

“I’m just being honest” You would never get tired of how serious Miguel sounded every time. Even when he was saying nasty things. It was in his nature to be sassy.

“Yeah, yeah. Now take me to bed and do what you’re good at” Carrying you in his arms, he hurried to take you to bed.

He gently placed you over the sheets. And before anything, he made sure to show how much he loved you. By kissing your lips like he always used to.

“Miguel?” You ask suddenly.

“Yes, preciosa?”

“I think I forgot everything about steroids… Oh no,” you want to face-palm yourself.

“It’s okay. I’ll make you remember everything, muñeca” As his kisses traveled through your jaw and neck, you relaxed. Finally, let the heat flow across your body.

“First thing, steroids help growth energy, metabolism, and reproduction, bonita” reproduction, naughty ideas start to cross your mind.

Like the morning your parents left to get some things for a gathering, and he had you sweating and crying under him on your floor carpet. But beyond that, you only have eyes for your Miguel. The only thing you seem to need in life.

Your strong and beautiful geneticist boyfriend.

You are unsure of how you ended up by his side. Dating the infamous Spider-Man, visiting the HQ of the Spider Society, and dealing with everything all together.

And he held you tightly the whole night.

Even when things would change in less than a year. With new piers joining, Miguel growing obsessed with keeping in harmony the spider-verse, grieving his past. And how he would traumatize a teenager in hopes of saving everything. Miguel would see you dying thanks to the spot, and the only way of preventing that was making you a spider too. The changes after that would be big. Even with all of that, both of you thought the same; you were in the correct pair of arms, and hopefully, you’d stay long. If not, forevermore.

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special mentions_ @freehentai

[npookie0]

kc x unintentionally therapeutic mc? like an mc that is like a safe space for them? :D

A killer's soothing lover.

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Ronin:

At first, Ronin felt a strange sense of uneasiness when he felt just how comforting your presence was for him. He wasn't someone to feel like someone could soothe all the voices in his head with a single look, touch or by saying some comforting bullshit. Yet, here he was. Looking at his partner who's presence felt like heaven for his broken mind. He felt the need to spend more and more time with you, using more methods of corruption to ensure himself that you will be rotten enough to never leave him, but still sane to keep soothing him.

"What's on your mind, Ro?" Their voice made the killer return to reality. He turned his head to look at MC who was currently playing with his plum coloured hair. "About how strange you are darlin'." He replied half honestly. Their strange ability to make him calm and feel completely relaxed was a mystery for Ronin, a mystery he wasn't really interested in solving. What would it change anyway? Nothing. He would still feel this unknown to him sense of relaxation. "And what's so strange about me?" You asked and took a hold of his hand and rubbed its back with your thumb. "Hah, it would be easier to say what's normal about you. We're both fucked up darlin', fucked up and together." He kissed the back of your hand. Ronin was sitting on the floor while you were seated on the sofa, so it was only natural that he leaned his head on your lap.

"I love being fucked up with you Ro." You said with a gentle smile as you brushed some hair from his eyes so you could look into that beautiful abyss hiding behind them. "You really like this? The grotesqueness." He asked, his voice softer and definitely quieter than before. You smiled softly and poked his nose. "Ronin, this grotesqueness is a part of you. I love every part of you even the ones that I haven't discovered yet. You're my boyfriend Ro." You cupped his face in your hands and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. "I know that your life before you could be yourself was extremely terrible and I will be never able to imagine it or completely understand it, but I am not someone from your past. I will stick with you until my body rots and even in hell I will haunt you for eternity." Your confession and declaration, gave him a great sense of safety. You wanted to see every part he was willing to show, you could wait and wouldn't question his choices. How in the hell did he find someone like you? He will never understand. But he's willing to burn this whole damned world at your whim.

V:

The Vigilante never felt particularity save in anyone's company. Especially when he met them through the serial killer server, so this new sensation that he felt with every new voice call, message or meeting with you was something he would never expect.

There were moments when Valentin felt particularly bothered by the murders he commits, those small doubts if he truly was any different from the bastards he erases from this earthy vale. This one was of these moments, V was looking down at his hands while he was sitting on his bed. You just entered the room and immediately stopped in your tracks when you noticed him in that well known for you state. You took a deep breath and quietly approached him to sit next to him. To break V out of his busy mind, you took a hold of his hand and squeezed it. This sudden motion started him and he turned his head to you. "My dear, when did you come back?" The man's voice was laced with self doubt, but you felt his previously tense body relax with you right next to him. "Not too long ago. Are you doubting your morale again?" You asked and leaned your head on his shoulder. Your question was answered with a long sigh and him leaning his head against yours. "What if I am no different from these beasts and devils I swore to clean this world of?" V's hand squeezed your hand. You smiled softly and sat straight, he looked at you and you used this chance to gently kiss him on the lips. This sudden action left him stunned and flustered. "You're not a monster Valentin, you could never be a beast in my eyes. I will repeat this every time you will be faced with doubts, I swear on that." Your words made V's heart melt, he cupped your cheek in his hand. "Thank you, my love." He replied, leaning his forehead against yours with a soft smile forming on his lips.

Misaki:

Misaki is someone who faces self doubt, stress and fear of disappointing someone every so often. At first it was just their parents, because how could anyone want their child to be an assassin? Then it was you, how could you love someone who lives in a small cabin and sends a lot of money to her parents? But to their surprise you were very understanding, you didn't offend her parents, never questioned their choices and asked if you could help them out in some way.

Not even once in their life did they feel so much support from anyone, this loving look in your eyes when you met for the first time was something that Misaki was willing to come back from a assassination for. Just a single thought about you was enough for them to feel motivated to return to you safe and sound.

Misaki was laying in your bed, while you brushed a hand through their hair. "Hey, babe?" They called out loud, earning a "hm?" in response. "Don't you feel disappointed?" After their question your hand immediately froze and you hoovered over them. "What do you mean? With what?" Your gaze was filled with worry and confusion at this sudden question.

"Well, me? I'm an assassin, I kill people to make money, and I can't even keep that money because I need to help out my family." There was a lot of self doubt in their voice and the way they couldn't look into your eyes showed just how your reaction stressed them.

Misaki was caught by surprise when you wrapped your arms around them and kept your head on their shoulder. "Misaki, there't nothing to be disappointed about. Yeah, I don't find the idea of my partner possibly dying while they're at work." You paused and started to play with their hair, since one of your hands was tangled in between them. "But it doesn't change anything. I love you, you're caring and determinated, that's why you're trying to help your parents so much. it's not something to be disappointed with, it's something to praise." All tension from their body was gone after your words. "I can't believe how easy you can just shut up the whole mess in my head." They chuckled awkwardly and ruffled your hair. At least with you around they could relax.

Angel:

Angel had to face of lot of stress, her modeling work was a lot, and adding her channel to that was even more nerve wracking. So after you basically started living with Angel every time she felt stressed you magically appeared behind her with a cup of tea. "Maybe we should watch Black Swan?" You usually ask and she immediately falters. She wasn't sure if it was just her being too tired to fight, or if you were just so good at being her weakness.

This day was no different, you two were laying snuggled on the couch and watching the movie. Angel felt in heaven with your hand rubbing her back and her being able to just feel your scent so clearly and your body so close.

"What's on your mind, Angel?" Your voice reached Maria's ears. It was when she realised that for the whole time she was somewhere else. "Oh, it's... I'm not sure." She chuckled bitterly. "I will be working with a new menager and it's been stressing me out... I'm not sure if I will trust any other menager after Finian." Her voice broke at the thought of her previous menager. It took you a while to help Angel realise just how badly she was treated, so you could understand why she would feel so worried about working with someone new. "An... Maria, it's going to be alright." You barely used her name, so Angel was always caught off guard by the sound of her name leaving your lips. "You're the heartsick angel, if this new menager will be as bad as Finian they will end up jut like him. Me and Ronin are willing to help you with handling this if you will need help, but I know that will do jut perfect without our help." You placed a reassuring kiss on the top of her head.

"Let's focus on resting for now, we will see how the new menager acts once we meet them." And with that Angel was ready to let this situation wait and focus on spending some quality time with her partner for the rest of the night.

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[drawing-by-the-bonfire]

♫ To be the wolf ♪ Following the journey to my soul ♪ The wolf ♪ Howling to me, calling to me ♫

— 𖤐 Introduction ⌗

Hello! You can call us Bonfire! We're a DID SMP that's just here to make art and play Minecraft. It's a pleasure to meet you!

Oh, but this is just our art blog! Our SMP blog is @the-bonfiresmp and some of our members' side blogs can be found here if they feel comfortable sharing their blog.

You may have noticed that we don't refer to ourselves as a DID system but rather a DID SMP. We use different system language than other systems when referring to ourselves. It is for our own comfort. A masterlist of our system language/preferred terms can be found here.

— 𖤐 Socials ⌗

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Art by our friend @gh0stttea!

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We are in a relationship with another system, so please do not flirt unsolicited or be suggestive without first asking to see if it is okay with the both of us.

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

Can you do Gotham!Victor Zsasz x reader where he gets jealous? And maybe it leads to smutty angry sex ;-)

‘YOU’RE MINE,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; you’re his girl, only his.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor zsasz x female reader. obsessive and possessive behavior. victors dry humor (sort of?) persevering through his jealousy. SMUT !!!!!! like, i went heavy with this one guys. SADOMASOCHISTIC SEX! victor marks reader. also, drama queen victor.

♫ “whistling like a bullet in the sky / you don’t talk to no one, don’t you look at nothing / no ones gonna use you up and break you the way that I do.” You’re Mine by Phantogram

He typically doesn’t get like this. No, he trusts you. And even if he didn’t- he stalks you every damn day. Has your phone password. Crashes your apartment and searches your drawers. And when he’s not keeping an eye out for you- one of the zsaszettes is. Y’know, just in case, he always adds- whenever you come home to him fiddling around your apartment or browsing your phone.

In reality, because he keeps tabs on you is WHY he trusts you. And so far, nothing has been out of the ordinary. You’ve been his loyal soldier- his girl.

Well, until percisley 10 seconds ago. He was doing his daily…night watch? Lurking on top of buildings, with a loaded sniper, the stake-out usual, watching you converse with work friends. Just like you said you’d be. Normal tuesday.

He just has to be clear. It’s his motto, yeah? And thankfully, it came in clutch for him tonight. He’s reminded of why he does this so frequently when he spots you out in the parking lot of your work, when a man comes behind you.

He zones in through the scope of the sniper, immeadiatley aiming it at this guys head. He’s about to shoot this creep, until you laugh.

Why the hell are you laughing? (Victor thinks only he should be the funniest person you know.)

He’s watching carefully through the scope, vein popping through his forehead. All he can do is clench his jaw.

He notices everything. The way the man gestures towards you, the way you two converse like two old pals. It gets a bit too much for victor when the man gently grabs your shoulder while the two of you laugh.

Immeadiatley, you hear the sound of boots on gravel, and turn around to see Victor. You and said work friend damn near scream.

Your male friend is looking on in horror, it’s VICTOR FUCKING ZSASZ.

You on the other hand, after the inital shock wears off, give a polite smile to victor.

“Oh- hey.” You chime, but stop in your tracks when you read his expression. No smile. And his gloved hand is gripped tight around a handgun in it’s holster- itching to be set free. You swallow.

“Out.” Is all he says to your friend- and he looks at Victor incredously. You feel yourself start to sweat.

Victor looks at the man, eye practically twitching. The man stays frozen in shock.

“PLEASE?” Victor suddenly harshly calls- rolling his neck and cocking his head. His eyes are opened fully, and you feel fear bubbling up in you.

You’re friend instantly runs off, and you visibly see victor’s hand around his gun relax. He turns to you, taking a deep breath.

In a strange fashion, he offers you his arm like a gentleman, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the walk home. You don’t find out the reason for his anger until much, much later…

The moment you two came home, you assumed he’d want a bite to eat, talk about what was bothering him. But apperently not. The second the door closed, he was pushing everything on your counter top down to the floor with a loud slam, man-handling you, pushing you on top, and kissing you until you had to force him away for air.

He’s deadly silent, not explaining himself. You want to ask why- but the moment he pulls away from your lips, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth- making you suck on the flesh. You gag as he forces them deeper and deeper, tasting the rubber of his gloves. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are soaked in your spit, and shoves them into your cunt.

You’re practically mewling around his fingers, taken aback.

And now… you’re here. Your face is buried into the pillows, ass-up. You’re soaking wet, working toward your fifth orgasm. The previous four had all just been from his trigger finger fucking you out until all you could do was scream his name. Tally marks have been all but littered into you’re thighs and chest and back- bloody and raw from his blade. Typically he’d only make one cut each time he claimed you like this- but appearently it’s not enough. People need to know who you love.

No, now his cock is buried deep inside you. Messily sliding in and out of your swollen pussy, generously giving you every inch to clench around. You need to know who owns you. That you two own each other.

He replays the image of your work friend staring at him in surprise. Victor’s practically tweaking out…why haven’t you told anyone that you two are together? God, he’d fuck you in front of the whole GCPD if he could. And here you are, keeping him like a dirty little secret.

“No one’s gonna love you,” He growls out, punctuating each sentence with a thrust. It’s the first thing he’s said all night.

“No one’s gonna touch you,” Between your moaning and his groans, it’s almost inaudible.

“No one’s gonna look at you the way that I do.” Thrust after thrust he emphasizes his point, fingers tracing over the tally marks on your back to make you moan in pain. He needs to consume all of you.

You’re gasping, whining for him to slow down- and he only goes harder. Sex without pain for Victor is like food without taste. Every part of you aches, and every part of you feels fucking euphoric. You know the marks will scar in the morning, no matter how delicately placed. You assume that’s his goal.

You two cum together in an instant- fast and unprecedented. The sudden shockwave takes you both by surprise, feeling your pussy squeeze against his dick makes him finish inside you- and you feel the ropes of his cum flood into you. He fucks you through your orgasm, movements not stopping until he’s sure he’s satisfied every single spasm within you, and you’ve milked him for all hes worth.

“There you go, sweetness,” He groans gently, hands weakly pulling your hips to his. He slows to a stop, but doesn’t pull out.

Between the numerous light cuts littering your body and bruises from how tight he was gripping your thighs, you don’t even have the energy to scold him. No, you collapse into the mattress, letting him shift down next to you, his cock still inside.

Oh, he intends to sleep like this, you warming his cock. He grabs you to his chest, not letting you go. You feel the marks on you back sting as he shuffles behind you.

You’re too fucked out to say a word, and he simply gently kisses your knuckles. Man of few words.

You think he’ll be gone in the morning. But no.

He intends to stay until you and your body can’t remember the feeling of anything or anyone else.

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[Julian Bashir] All This Time

♫ - Always Been You - Shawn Mendez

A/N: Hello! I'm finally back and working on the requests in my inbox! If anyone is still here to read this, please enjoy! I thought I'd start with someone I love, and so this fic was born. Thanks for reading! - Mal <3

When you had joined Starfleet, you were hoping to be stationed on Deep Space Nine. You had gone through the Academy with your friend, Julian, and he had been assigned to the station as the resident doctor. You were so happy for him, this was all he had wanted. You were even more so when you learned that you had been accepted onto the station as a science officer yourself.

"Julian!" you called out, running to him with your PADD in your hand.

"Do I detect good news?" he replied, and when you nodded and tilted your screen to him, he burst into a light scream and picked you up, turning you around in the air. "My gosh, I am so happy for you! For both of us."

That night you both celebrated, perhaps a little too hard, but it was one of the best nights of both of your lives.

The morning of your departure, you took some time to think about your time on Earth, and growing up with Julian.

It was strange, you had watched him go from this quiet, barely academic child to somehow being incredibly gifted and beyond smart enough for his age. It wasn't until you were older that he confided in you that he had been genetically enhanced. It changed your opinion of him none, he was still your Julian. His parents and yours had hoped that maybe you two may have married, as they thought highly of you both. Julian had insisted it wasn't like that, and you had agreed, despite your feeling for it otherwise.

Julian was a great man, he was strong and caring, and he was handsome. You would be a fool to deny it. Over time, more as you grew older, you realised that it was no longer friendship you felt for him. It had been love for so long. You knew he viewed you as a best friend, and you were not about to ruin that; especially not on your final day on Earth.

Now, you were almost three years into being on Deep Space Nine, and the job had yet to get boring. There was always something happening, whether it be a planet in need of saving or stopping another impending war. Sometimes, even Gul Dukat would grace the station with his presence, which gave you all something to laugh at in Quark's that night.

"Is this seat taken?" A cool, familiar voice asked you as you sat at a table in the back of Quarks, sipping on an Antarean brandy. Turning your head, you met the face of Jadzia Dax, someone who had quickly become a close friend of yours.

"Does it look taken?" you replied, a cheeky tone in your voice. Jadzia and yourself always joked, and you were happy to have someone to be that comfortable with. You couldn't lie to yourself that Jadzia was very attractive, and one hell of a flirt. So, half the time, you gave as good as you got.

"How have things been on the station lately?" she asked. Jadzia knew you had been a little stressed that week, as work had piled up high in the science department. You sighed, shaking your head.

As you began to talk to her, you told her everything that had gone wrong that week. In truth, very little had gone right. Still, she sat tentatively and listened to every word. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone staring.

Julian was sat a few tables behind, alone and sipping at a drink. It wasn't often he drank alone, but it had been a tough week for him, too. As well as the workload and a quite the few emergencies, he was dealing with a new wave of emotions that had completely drained him. As of late, Julian had come to realise that he loved you, more than a friend should love another friend. He was certain you didn't feel the same, but the hope he still had that perhaps you would feel the same was still there, however faded.

Julian sighed as he watched you and Jadzia talk. Jadzia was smiling, laughing at your jokes. She even had her arm around you from time to time, and Julian was sure she was closer in proximity to you than when she had originally sat down. Jadzia caught his eye and winked, before going back to your chatter. To say he was jealous was an understatement; if anyone outside looked in, you and Jadzia looked like a couple, and he couldn't help but feel that it should be him.

Perhaps it was his imagination, but he could swear after he had made eye contact with the trill, she was more touchy and giggly with you than at first. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not. Either way, it made him feel a certain type of way inside. He knew. It was definitely jealousy.

"Well," Jadzia broke the conversation, standing and placing a hand on your shoulder. "I should be off, I have a lot I need to be doing. Thank you for the drink, hopefully we can do this again sometime."

With that, she winked at you and took off, leaving  you chuckling to yourself. Ever the flirt, she was. Jadzia ducked past Julian's table on her way out of the bar, leaning in to his hear and startling him out of staring down his glass.

"If I've made you jealous enough to finally act on your feelings, I would suggest going over there and kissing that Lieutenant now."

Julian's head shot up.

"How did you know how I'm feeling?"

Jadzia simply laughed. "We all know, except them."

Pointing a finger your direction, Jadzia sauntered away and Julian made his decision. Downing the last of his drink, he strolled over to your table and met you with his ever beaming smile.

"Hi," he started, seeming more nervous than he had ever been. "Is this seat taken?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" you asked rhetorically with a giggle. Music to Julian's ears, was your laugh. "Please, sit down. I'm happy to see you."

The god doctor took a seat, and his fingers played idly with his glass. A glass of which he wasn't sure why he was still holding, given it was empty. Still, he pushed it away and turned to you. Julian's intent was to talk to you, to tell you how he felt, but he was stricken for a second looking your way.

In the light of Quark's Bar, or what little of it there was atop the balcony, your face was lit up in the most angelic light. Your eyes sparkled more than usual, and your hair framed your face perfectly. Backed by the windows showing the stars, you were the brightest thing in the room. Never had Julian seen such a picture, and it stirred something inside him. He knew it was now or never, and he feared that if he spoke, he wouldn't be able to convey what he wanted.

Noticing him staring, you raised a brow and waved your hand in front of Julian's face.

"Julian? Is everything-"

Cutting you off, Julian's lips connected with your own as he moved forward, his hand wrapping itself around your waist. Finally, he was kissing you. Without thinking, you closed your eyes and kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck. It was lucky you were in the darker part of the bar, the quiet and stifled noises coming from you both would surely have disturbed some.

Pulling back after what had felt like a lifetime, you opened your eyes first and they fell upon Julian's face, his eyes still partially closed and looking dazed. It was a kiss you had waited forever for.

"I-I, um.." Julian struggled to formulate a sentence, and you sat smiling at him, your hand resting on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"Did you mean to do that?" you inquired, hoping that his answer was yes. The doctor nodded, eyes twinkling and sparkling with wonder. Nodding, you leaned in again and quickly pecked his lips. Julian's mind was in overdrive.

"Finally," you whispered, placing your forehead against his own. 

Julian held you, his arms around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. You ran one hand through his hair, the other holding him tight. This was an action that was not uncommon for you both, but now it felt different. Now it felt right. 

"I have loved you for so long," Julian started, remaining where he was. "I haven't been able to tell you because I haven't had the words, but I was worried you wouldn't feel the same. I see so many people around you who you could choose, and I figured I was just the best friend who got to hear about it all."

"Oh, Juli," you chuckled a little, not unkindly. "You listen to me. I have been aware of who flirts with me, and I will admit there are some rather beautiful people on this station. But, none of them are you. I fell for you heart and soul so long ago that anyone else is secondary. I care not for the advances of anyone else, your heart is all I want."

"My heart is exactly what you have."

Julian glanced up at you, lovesick eyes peering into your own. The night was spent together, doing all of the things you should have been doing and being so engrossed in each other that you had no real bearing for those around you. If you had, you would have noticed Quark on the other side of the bar, handing over a few bars of latinum to a certain smug trill.

"Well I'll be damned," Quark said, shaking his head. "I really thought they would be oblivious for the rest of their lives."

"Never doubt my tactics, Quark," Jadzia replied, chuckling. 

[unovaascollectionoftrinkets]

sneak peak at a fic i'm writing !

inspired by the fact that I just want to write something where Katsuki has piercings and every freaking time I start to write one... somehow the piercings get removed... or I just don't know how to add them without saying

HEY UA! BAKUGO KATSUKI HAS piercings.

and thats not the exact ~vibe~ i'm going for.

so this is my attempt so far. (it doesnt even get to the part where they are mentioned, smh)

i give most of my fics 'code names' while writing them and then decide on the name at the end, so for now this is: pierce. obvi somethings will probably be changed when i'm done with the fic.

enjoy :)

The slam of a door reverberated through the entire dorm, shaking walls and rattling picture frames. 

Every head in the common room turned toward the source, but they didn’t need to see who it was to know. Only one member of Class 1-A possessed the strength—and sheer rage—to shake the whole damn building.

Kirishima glanced up from the couch, a knowing smirk already forming. 

“Mido, looks like you’re up,” he said, his voice laced with amused sympathy.

Izuku let out a groan that was equal parts exhaustion and resignation, dragging a hand down his face. 

Ever since he and Katsuki had worked out their… extensive history and rekindled a somewhat volatile but undeniable friendship, the rest of Class 1-A had taken to calling him the “Katsuki Whisperer.” 

The nickname stuck like super glue. 

And while Izuku secretly found a strange pride in his ability to calm the explosive blonde, it also meant he got stuck with handling him whenever the grenade went live.

Case in point: Katsuki had apparently gone nuclear. Again.

“I dunno, Kiri,” Izuku muttered. “I don’t think I can do much this time.”

“You’ve got the magic touch!” Mina chirped from across the room, grinning over her can of soda. “Just give him that voice. You know, the soft one.”

“Yeah, the calming one,” Kirishima added, his grin widening.

Izuku groaned again, louder this time. He could already feel the heat rising to his face.

The faint but unmistakable sound of blaring music began filtering down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Izuku’s shoulders tensed as he recognized the song.

“♫ EVERYTHING IS FUCKED, EVERYBODY SUCKS. YOU DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT YOU WANNA JUSTIFY RIPPIN’ SOMEONE’S HEAD OFF ♫”

“Yeah… definitely not going up there,” Izuku shouted over the sudden blast of Break Stuff.

“Oh, come on, Mido! He wouldn’t actually rip your head off!” Kirishima said, though his words lacked any real conviction.

“♫ NO HUMAN CONTACT, AND IF YOU INTERACT, YOUR LIFE IS ON CONTRACT ♫”

“Not helping!” Izuku snapped.

“♫ YOUR BEST BET IS TO STAY AWAY, MOTHERFUCKER! ♫”

The chorus hit like an explosion, and Izuku couldn’t help but cringe. 

If that song was playing, Katsuki was definitely in a mood. There wasn’t a chance in hell anyone was talking him down—not without risking life, limb, and possibly the structural integrity of Heights Alliance.

“Come on!” Mina pressed. She cupped her hands around her mouth and affected a dramatic falsetto. “Just hit him with the classic Hey, Kacchan~ If you don’t explode Heights Alliance, I’ll give you a big fat wet ki—”

Blackwhip shot out of Izuku faster than a lightning bolt, clamping over Mina’s mouth before she could finish.

“Don’t even say it!” Izuku yelped, his face and ears turning a mortified shade of pink. He shot a glare at the fifth user in his head. Thanks for the reflexes, really.

Mina pried the tendrils off her mouth, laughing so hard she had to grip the couch for balance. “Oh, come on, you’re blushing! That’s adorable! You know it works.”

“It’s not—it’s not like that!” Izuku stammered, his voice rising an octave as he flailed his arms in protest. “And even if it was—which it isn’t—it wouldn’t work this time.”

“Why not?” Kirishima asked, looking genuinely puzzled. “You’re the Katsuki Whisperer, man! What could he be that mad about?”

Izuku sighed heavily, glancing toward the stairwell. He could tell them, but… nah. 

Some truths were better kept under wraps. Especially because he didn’t want Katsuki to find out he was the one who let the cat out of the bag.

[ivory0]

# betty

♫ You heard the rumors from Inez You can't believe a word she says Most times, but this time it was true ♪ plot : A figment of Mile's worst intentions.

1 → 2 ( coming soon )

"Are you really sure about this?" Gwen Asked Mile's in a soft and crisp voice looking hesitant of herself when she thought of you.

It was summer, august to be exact. Mile's was on summer break as his school year had ended. Mile's hand traveled from Gwen's hips to her waist as he held her close to him.

"Yeah.. We weren't really serious about the whole thing.." Mile's breathed out slowly as his voice was pushed to a little whisper.

Before the could get any closer, Gwen's dimensional travel watch flickered, indicating another call from another dimension as Gwen sighed.

"See you soon.. Spider-man..?" Gwen asked with a light giggle at the end of her sentence as Mile's lips curved up into a grin. "Yeah." Soon enough, Gwen had sneaked out of Mile's bedroom through his window as Miles sighed.

Time went by as Miles laid on his bed, scrolling through his phone until his fingers clicked on Spotify. As he scrolled through his playlists, one playlist stood out to him the most, the one you had made just for him as his mind forced him to think about the infidelity he was participating in as his mind geared to a few memories.

"Do you think this would look good on me, Miles?" You asked as you put swatches of a dark lipstick on your skin, thinking deeply about your choice as your eyebrows scrunched up.

Miles noticed how concentrated you were in your thoughts before he squished on of your cheeks with his free hand, the other holding your shopping bags as he chuckled.

"You know my answer already, Ma." Miles said with a grin. "Anything and everything looks good when you wear it."

You playfully hit him with a smile creeping up on your face due to his words. "Don't play 'round with me too much, Morales."

Then she showed up, Gwen stacy. Mile's soon-to-be dilemma. They clicked instantly, I mean- who else could you talk to about this kind of top secretive spider stuff to? Each other right?

Gwen is one of the only people who actually know about Mile's true identity, one could even say that she practically knew everything.

But she didn't really do anything to personally help Miles whenever he was actually going through something. Or at least she didn't patch him up like you did.

That's right, You snuck him a literal eraser including a math's formula during a test because he didn't know there was gonna be a test.

You silently patched him up whenever he was injured from his duties as spider-man, not asking him questions about how he received them as he asked you to stop worrying, you did.

You waited patiently for him to open up to you, not wanting to make him feel pressured but will he ever tell you what was actually going on?

At first, You were oblivious to the summer affair Miles had going on, chasing two girls at the same time. You and your friends were on facetime talking about anything until suddenly one of your friends mentioned a certain rumour about Miles, Mostly about his affair as you slowly connected the dots from his unresponsive and strange but nervous behavior towards you to many more antics.

Usually you didn't believe in the rumours you heard from this particular friend but you had a feeling- No, knew that this time, it was true.

Summer had passed by as it was time for a new school year, Miles's face was currently in a merged expression of surprise and bewilderment as he stared at Ganke. "She changed her homeroom?" Miles finally asked as his voice sounded surprised and disappointed.

[abbyiceps]

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[aetherceuse]

he's just laying on the floor soaking in the sun rays through the windows. photosynthesizing, even. the humidity is comfy.

The humidity was comfortable, according to the other creatures basking in the sunlight next to the man on the ground. Humming and whispers of content could be heard, bouncing back and forth between the Petilils. A Lilligant stands above all of them, occasionally swaying and shifting the positioning of her arms, in order to get the best of the rays draping over her leaves.

' Hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmm. ♫ '

While the serene scene plays out, there was a notable lack of visitors and Aether employees occupying the conservation deck. Everybody was busy handling larger projects, while visitors tended to keep to the islands while the All Hallow's Eve festivities began to unfold. Lusamine herself was quite busy, and was stuck in her office. There seemed to be nobody around at all.

Except for one, who sheepishly, and cautiously, looked from around the shrubs, without making a single sound. Lillie wasn't sure what to make of the strange man splayed out on the floor. Was he having a medical emergency? Should she call for someone?

" Excuse me. . . Are you-- are you okay? "

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

𝘈 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 & 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦

(♫♪) “Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran host Club is where the school’s handsomest boys with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran academy’s elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.”

"—Welcome @nevertem !"

"Son—I would like to discuss something extremely important with you." 

Tamaki flinched in his seat when his father finally spoke.  The blond was sitting in a chair directly in front of the giant ornate desk of Ouran Academy’s chairman.  Yuzuru’s tone made Tamaki feel a little uneasy. Not to mention it was strange seeing his father during normal school hours.  The blond had to admit he was surprised when his father called him into his office.

Tilting his head to the side, Tamaki blinked while he watched the Suou would-be patriarch stand up from his desk and wander over to the large window just behind him.  Just outside was a perfect view of Ouran Academy—his father’s kingdom.  Though the Suou Group managed more than just the school, Tamaki always felt a sense that the academy was like a kingdom to his father.  The irony was not lost on the blond.

“Did something happen—?”  Then Tamaki wondered if there was something he had done instead—maybe his grandmother told his father something? “Dad...did I do something?”

Yuzuru whipped his head around and shot Tamaki with a quick glare.

“NGH—!!!!??” With his body bristling Tamaki sat up straight in his seat. “I MEAN!!—Chairman.” Tamaki corrected himself.  He knew his father preferred Tamaki to address him formally when they were at the academy.    

Yuzuru turned on his heel and offered a charming smile, that resembled his son’s smile in so many ways, and told the Suou boy that his father was only teasing.  There was nothing wrong.  Tamaki was getting ready to argue when Yuzuru lifted his hand to stop his son.

“We have a new student joining Ouran Academy. I felt it might be necessary if you escorted him around the school for a few weeks." Yuzuru explained. “Necessary?” Tamaki perked up as his interest piqued.  “He is a foreign exchange student, Tamaki; I figured you would know better than anyone else how difficult it can be.”  Yuzuru’s expression turned distant as he looked over at his son.  He knew the kind of pain he had caused his child.  The man understood the hardships he had foisted upon his son; the hardships his own mother foisted upon her grandson. 

Tamaki nodded then paused when he heard the door behind him opening.  Lifting himself from his seat, Tamaki turned around to greet the new student. 

“Tamaki, I would like you to meet your new classmate, El Sayyid.” Yuzuru struggled with the pronunciation but did the best that he could.  Extending his hand toward the new student, Tamaki tilted his head and offered him a beautifully charming smile. 

“Good afternoon, my friend; Welcome to Ouran Academy. My name is Tamaki Suou—it is a pleasure to meet you.”

[a-scientist-reborn]

*as you walk though the woods at night, you hear a soft voice singing, its beautiful but shaky, as if the person had been cryin and injured*

♫︎Are you, are you comin' to the tree

Where dead man called out for his love to flee?

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree♪

♫︎Are you, are you comin' to the tree

Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free?

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree♪

-@lumi-armaros

*Viktor makes his way to the voice*

[hotelhamartia]

BUT YOU CAN'T STAY HERE - [ finale 3/3 ]

Eventually,

After some time,

A hotel will find itself empty.

Despite its lack of audience, someone will take a seat at an organ and test out a few keys. C-- no B-- B, G, B, G, D, G, yeah, yeah, there it goes! It's got the hang of it now. Grinning, it plays out the montage of its mind. What kind of kick-ass story wouldn't end in a cheesy montage of all the greatest hits, right? What a time we've had!

A sky somewhere whips rapidly through the cycles of day and night. All manner of brilliant hues paint themselves across the wide swath; the sun and stars dance through time.

Geez, man. This is the thing you spared? Its delusions persist.

♫♫♫

Closing time, open all the doors And let you out into the world

For the first time in a very long time, Tad is well and truly alone. Only-- it isn't really, is it? Some approximation of a thing some might call a heart will remember each of you, for better or for worse, just as all of you will remember it, try as you might to let it go.

The heart remembers, even when the mind forgets.

Perhaps something in this haunted house does wish some of you luck in forgetting; it knows what its like to have ghosts carved bone or root deep after all, because somewhere, somewhen there is a tree that stands alone in a clearing but will be gathered with others into a ship, and then built with others still into a house that never got to be a home, and, quite frankly, was rather shit at being a hotel.

That much it bids you luck in forgetting. Other bits it might almost hope you remember.

Closing time, open all the doors And let you out into the world

Because somewhere, somewhen, there is a dancer and a sheriff, and a forest and a Cali girl. There is guardibara and boxer and someone absolutely electric, and there is a unicorn, and an actor, someone deep in faith. There is a man beyond years, and a detective and an artist, and there is a mushroom and a dog, and a tadpole and a frog.

I know who I want to take me home

And they have time, for however long it lasts. Some of them can and will have each other, and some of them can and will invite others in: brothers and mothers, children and friends, new and old. Possibilities branch ever outward.

There will be hands to hold now and again, and some already lost, never to hold again. Death is not the only separator; time is as much a weapon as it is a tool. Nothing lasts forever, after all.

But something in you remembers all the same.

...Are all hearts not hotels in their own way?

Closing time, time for you to go out To the places you will be from

One golden, glowing doorway beckons exit with all the promise of now, but the framework around your heart will remain a foundation of invitation in its own right even as you take your leave. We pass through each others' lives, checking in and checking out in the natural way of things with the time we are allotted.

Better make the beds! Fluff the pillows! Dust off the mantlepiece! Who knows what flowers will find their way into your garden?

I hope you have found a friend

Despite all appearances, it hopes you find, and have found that company to build those four walls around. It hopes you let them in, even as you have to let them go. To love will to be changed, but to be changed is a reminder of that ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump. You are alive, and isn't that wonderfully strange?

Closing time, every new beginning Comes from some other beginning's end

And maybe for some of you, one of those guests will be a strange little tadpole pulling its eyes open and testing new waters, to see if you're really sure, before it crosses the threshold and checks into that new hotel for as long as you'll let it stay.

I know who I want to take me home Take me home

But for now? For this hotel? The bell at the front desk rings. It's time to check out.

The keys of an organ slowly come to a rest.

You've got your lives back. Time to fill in your own vacancies.

Thank you for your stay at the Hotel Hamartia.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘HOLD UP,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You want to get him back, after breaking his heart.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. small blurb. Reader is a bad person, and isn't very self aware. Angst with a happy-ish ending. Victor being rightfully mad at reader, but also whipped. Subby victor undertones but not really. He’s just at her beck and call, and readers toxic with it. Reader has commitment issues. Inspired by a dream.

♫ “What a wicked way to treat the boy that loves you / don't like being walked all over lately.” Hold Up by Beyonce

It was your fault. You just wanted a break. Ever since you were younger, you remembered how it would feel. Get into a relationship; then leave. Simple enough. You didn't put too much value on the fleeting romances in your life. No, you had better things to do. Better things to aspire too in Gotham.

Then you met him. He was everything you could've wanted, dangerous, hilarious. Maybe he wasn't model level pretty or whatever, but he was for the most part, perfect. You'd thought you would've finally found the cure to your avoidant attachments.

Turns out, he was a ladies man. It enticed you more. And you seemed to entice him just the same. Your playfully banter, the way he'd chase you. You weren't opposed to it; until the invasions of privacy, the incessant calling. The man couldn't leave you alone.

Maybe that's an exaggeration, actually. You just weren't very talkative in a relationship. You had other things to attend to- and you loved spending time with yourself above all else. You'd thought being a hitman and all, he'd feel the same. Keep it casual.

But no. The man was...obsessive. You thought he would be able to deal with being left on read for a few hours, but you were wrong. He'd crash your apartment like he owned the place. He'd ask sarcastic and rhetorical questions. They all boiled down to why haven't you been paying attention to me?

You didn't expect him to be so...clingy.

And in a turn of events, you didn't like it. It reminded you of every other man before him, desperate for your attention.

So...you ended it.

In a text message.

Okay, not very bright of you. He's not a normal man. He could break back into your apartment anytime. But, thankfully he never did. And everything in your life settled back to normal, just as it had been before him.

Until you realized what you lost.

It started off normal enough. You were happy to have time to yourself, not walk into your apartment with him rummaging through your fridge. You were alone again, as you always had been, single and ready to flirt with any other man. Spice up your life again.

That was...until you began to think.

Think about how he smelled like gunpowder and cologne. Think about how he was the most dangerous assassin in Gotham. The most threatening man in the game. He was rich, kinky, and would've killed for you. And he was whipped for you. Any other woman would be screaming at you for letting him go so casually.

You understandably felt idiotic. But you were smart, and you were beautiful. And you knew about the cuts on his wrists and forearms. The man was a masochist, not just a sadist. And, not to toot your own horn, but everyone you asked to come back to you in the past always had. And something about Victor screamed that he disliked desperate women; no, he enjoyed the chase. He enjoyed the feeling of being hurt.

You unblocked his number, he hadn't blocked yours. You sent him a cheap text to come over and talk. It'd been a few days since the quick break up.

The familiar feeling of adrenaline bubbled inside you when he left you on read. You continued.

"I have something to talk about." You typed, fingers shaking. You'd played this game a million times over. Playing it with a hitman would be no different. He was strangely one of the more human humans in Gotham.

You set your phone down, and heard it chime. You didn't open it. You kicked you're feet back. You'll wait.

You heard the latch on your window open. You were reading a book, head engrossed. You'd almost forgotten about the text you'd sent. You looked up.

"Hey." You replied. He stared at you, expression unreadable. He cocked his head.

"About the other day-"

"Stop." He said, slowly. You looked at him, biting your lip. He was reasonably angry. You'd dealt with this reaction all before.

"Victor." You chimed, standing up. "I'm sorry."

Before he had a chance to respond, you launched into an apology. You apologized for ending it like a bitch. You apologized for not paying enough attention to him. You promised to be better. You through in a few fake excuses. Same routine you'd done every time.

And just as you suspected, it worked.

He stayed quiet after your apologetic outburst, looking at you. His mouth was only slightly agape. He let out a shakey breathe, and it was strange to see him so vulnerable.

"Promise me," He finally drawled, "You won't try this shit again." His voice broke, an indicator of the war in his head.

You held back a knowing smile. No, you pressed your lips into a desperate thin line.

"I promise, Victor. Please. One more chance." If you looked close enough, you could swear you saw him blink away tears. He was standing incredibly still. His nostrils flared, and his hands swung by his side- nowhere near his guns. It was a good sign.

"...Okay." He nodded.

"Okay?"

"Uh-huh."

At this, you let yourself hug him. You felt his hands dance around your waist- slack and loose- before tightening almost too tight. You could feel the wetness of his tears bury into your shoulder.

You thanked god. You two would be alright. You'll have a good life together, you reassured yourself. This wouldn't happen again.

Well, not for awhile, at least.

[symphonicsoul]

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Everything in this place is upside-fuckin'-down and he hates it. Fuery is trying to show him around the place with Pinkie as their guide. They got brought to another strange man he could call lollipop mk. 2 if he wanted to because even though they have described him as the word 'orange' he sure isn't what he would fuckin' call that color.

"Valo - Aamunkoitto - "

All heads turn at the new voice as there is a man of bright green hair as tall as a tree and if he remembers right he was the silent guy with tall dark and broody.

"Hey Tree Guy." The teenager injects before anyone else can answer. "Where the fuck is yer friend n' didja ev'r find sugar cube like ya said ya would?"

He watches as pink eyes lock in on him and stare for a moment. He's quiet and the teenager finds himself crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for an answer.

"Sugar Cube?" He can only say as he tilts his head in question. "I'm afraid I don't follow. Anyway I came to tell Valo and Aamunkoitto that not only did we bring the bring back safely... but Sinfonia had him."

He doesn't have a chance to explain what he means because apparently no one knows fuckin' names in this joint before the lollipop duo are near leaned over themselves at the other name that got mixed into that mess.

"Sinfonia?!"

"He's alive?!"

Tree guy is nodding and he doesn't know why this sin-phony-whatever wouldn't be. There is something here he's missing. Maybe he's important to them and they would understand why it was so imperative that he found Al some time fuckin' soon hopefully.

"Joo. He's alive. He's with Sielu right now, and His Highness is resting. The doctor put one of those sugar lines in Sinfonia's arm for the time being because he's very sour. Very very sour."

"Thank Tiamat they're finally together. He needed this."

"Maybe Sielu will finally start feeling a little better. He must be so relieved to have his bond."

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ It's nice to hear that Valo and Aamunkoitto are here and together no less. Being without your bond is hell and it's not a hell he ever plans on experiencing ever again. Sielu is clung to him so thoroughly he almost wonders if the man is trying to push himself inside of him so their spirits can truly become one. What color would they be then?

Green probably with the yellow dominance of his orange and that would be fine with him. That would be more than fine. Then he would have the toxins required to keep away anyone in this world that dare threaten the being his heart beats for. He doesn't care if Sielu crawls right into his chest. His breath is his anyway. He's always belonged to him and that has never changed - even now - even after all these years.

But the sound of his love's voice is breaking his heart. He can hear the break in it. The fear. The uncertainty. The loneliness.

Just what did that bitch do to him? He'll tear her throat out for it the next he see her.

He can hear all of it in Sielu's voice as he begs him not to leave. Not to go anywhere. To stay right here with him and he can't think of a place he'd rather be. Sielu swears he'll do whatever he needs to "get him better" and how he'll take care of him now. So all he can do is stroke his hand gently through blue locks as he holds the smaller man as close as he can with this thing stuck in his arm and they were right - he wants to tear it out.

He wants to tear it right out because Aqua comes before whatever it is. Is it really sugar? He supposes he'll have to find out. It certainly feels like it is.

"En lähde minnekään, rakkauslaulu. Lupaan. Olen täällä ja olen sinun aivan kuten olen aina ollut."

( I'm not going anywhere, Love Song. I promise. I'm here and I'm yours just like I always have been.)

"Joten itke kaikki mitä tarvitset. Ei hätää. En jätä sinua enää koskaan. Olen pahoillani."

(So cry all you need to. It's okay. I will never leave you again. I'm sorry.)

Sitriini wants to know if he's angry with him for being late.

But it's better late than never, isn't it? He thinks so. It has him near frantically shaking his head, shoving his face into the man's side just so he can be as close as possible. It still doesn't feel close enough. It never will unless they mix their Mist, but this will have to do for now.

"Ei, ei," he squeaks. "I could never be mad at you. Not - not for this. I'm just glad you're here again. Just don't go. I'll take care of you and get you better. Whatever you need. I promise."

Pale hands twist into tattered fabric. He can't breathe in enough of the smell, yet still the floral undertone remains and he can't say he wants his bond to be covered in it - but he also can't tell whether it's real.

Maybe Revon will have an answer when he returns. It will make more sense when he can ask, even if the answer scares him. If Herba had her hands on his bond for any length of time, he doesn't know what he'll do.

He doesn't know if he'll be able to fix that kind of damage. He certainly hasn't fixed it in himself, regardless of how hard he's been trying. Maybe he needs to think about something else.

"Valo is- here. Valo. Remember, we looked for him? And Aamunkoitto and Revon. They are here. With Pilvi's human and Cid. The doctor. They are nice. I like them. You will too, I think. I missed you. Please don't leave."

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ The only way he can describe this place is dirty. This inn is messy and there are cracks in the walls and he wonders if these people have ever heard of paint in their entire lives. Being in a building that isn't made of crystal is more than unsettling but he can't find the right word for it and even having only been here for a few months means that they haven't had it in them to go out into this world and explore and yet he doesn't know if he wants to.

This town is far from welcoming but he doesn't know where else they're supposed to go when they don't have anything to their names and the only reason he thinks they still have a room here is because the innkeep and what he only assumes is his bond took some kind of twisted pity on them. Sielu and Sydän must have begged their way into this one and his own singing voice is what kept them there.

He wasn't in the mood for singing tonight.

There's eyes on him as he walks his way through the halls and into the lobby of the building that is if you could call it that.

"Need something, son?" The woman behind the counter calls out to him and he gives her a look that says he clearly doesn't understand what she just said.

"It's nice to see you up and about." She continues as if he can understand her so he just nods his head as if he does to keep this one sided conversation rolling.

She's coming out from behind the counter to put her hands on him and he hates it. She's patting down his arms and then at his back before she smiles at him in an awkward sort of way that tells him she doesn't mean any harm but he just doesn't understand a damn thing she's trying to say to him.

"You seem like you're feeling better. Can I get you something?" And his stomach growls loudly as if it understands what she means when he certainly doesn't.

"Oh you poor dear. Are you hungry?"

And that's one of the only words he's been able to figure it out since they got here even if he hasn't been out of bed much since they landed themselves in this damnable town.

Hungry meant nälkäinen and he knows to nod at that word and it's the way she smiles at him that tells him that it was this woman was probably the reason Sielu and Sydän were able to beg their way into this place with no words of their own to use. Though he can practically hear the babbling mess of worry his bond had to have been when he tried. Misterican probably flying out of his mouth faster than anyone here had the opportunity to register that the panicked fool wasn't speaking their tongue.

They said he was pretty rough. He doesn't remember much of the first few weeks here. It's all hazy at best and missing at worst. So he had to be. This woman seems to think so even as she swishes her tail of a brown toned fur back and forth when she walks. She halts shoulders going rigid and her back straight as the man who he assumes owns this place and he's making a face at him that he doesn't like.

This man always seems to look at any of them when they leave their room with the nastiest expression.

"Don't hand out freebies to those vermin, Darma. You know they ain't got any money." The man snarls at her and she frowns in response. He doesn't know what he said but the tone sounded awful.

She's moving to put her hand against his arm gently as her tall animal like ears are drooping. If he had to compare them to anything this woman had a strange way of reminding him of koira.

"Don't call him that. He's just a lost one and you know we were all lost ones too once, Kartal."

She's patting his arm and he's not moving. There is something going on between then and he doesn't want to interrupt if it is going to destroy his chance of bringing back a meal.

"He's just hungry and he'll help me clean the kitchen, won't you dear?"

Again he knows the word 'clean' means 'siisti' and if that's all it takes to get them fed tonight then he'll clean whatever they need him to so he's nodding with no words because they don't understand him anyway.

"See? They might not have any money right now, but we can't just abandon them, Kartal. When we were lost ones, someone helped us out too and this one was so hurt I almost didn't think he would make it."

Her arm is looping in his as she pulls gently a little and starts to bring him towards the kitchens.

"Come now dear. I'll make something for you and your friends and you can clean the kitchen when we're done, alright?"

Hours pass before the woman is presenting him with three large bowls of what appears to be soup and she's placed them all on a tray. His stomach growls at the smell of it because even if it didn't have any sugar in it, it was better than nothing. But he at least kept up with cleaning as they worked.

A few knicks of fresh cuts on his fingers from struggling with a knife when he was trying to help her chop what he was sure vegetables he'd never seen before and small bruises on his arms where he'd knocked and bumped them as he worked but he'd survive.

Hours pass before the door to their small room is creaking open as the eldest works to slip his foot into the crack of it to push it open fully so he can bring the tray of three lukewarm bowls in to set them on the table.

He'll trade as much labor as they ask of him if it keeps their stomachs full.

"Rakkauslaulu. Are you awake? Wake Sydän. We're eating tonight."

He's setting the tray down with hands that are covered in bandages.

Most of the reason he keeps himself busy is to protect what little remains of his loved ones. He can't assume anyone survived that, but he also does not want to think about the toll. He does not want to remember anything at all, so he fills his time and thoughts with tasks to help preserve what he has left.

Sitriini shouldn't be out too much. Sydän is the only one of them who can't be healed by her Mist. Neither of them can afford being the one who forages and who risks becoming a punching bag for whoever or whatever gets angry that day.

And yet, here he lays, clinging and breaking apart into sobs instead. Surely he could have tried something else.

Surely, especially given the fact that no matter how hard he tries to push it out, he can still hear the impact into this hellhole and the way his bond had nearly suffocated on his own blood. They'd had to force release his sumunaamio to let purple flood into his lungs near constantly for days before they got him back, and almost immediately Sitriini had checked on them. They'd been able to move to a room in an inn, somewhere to keep the man comfortable while he recovered and while they worked out a plan.

They still haven't worked out a plan, and that feels like as much of a failure as coming back empty-handed.

Just another to add to the list. He couldn't save his parents, he couldn't save his co-binds, and now he can't even make sure the only people he's got left are taken care of.

It seems like he should still be out finding food rather than crying about trivial matters like fear and pain and grief.

Do the bruises even matter? There are more important things to be doing than healing before he actually needs it, but he's laying here anyway.

He's been coming back to the inn every night in rough shape, so logic should have it that he can withstand a little more.

He wants to.

He wants to be brave enough, strong enough, and has it not always been that way?

He's always fallen just shy of where he should. Here he is, repeating the same pattern he was born into. There's no way out of it when he's on his own, when he only feels complete filling his lungs with Mist that is and isn't his at the same time.

Just like Lord Haya, people would say.

But he wasn't. They were always let down when he didn't measure up to whatever expectations were laid out for him.

It feels like only a matter of time before Sitriini ends up feeling resentful of him just the same.

And his sister - she's not feeling well. She at least should have food, shouldn't she?

Isn't it his turn to protect?

Sore arms hold her more firmly to him as another sob is heaved into her shoulder.

"I'm s- I'm sorry," he nearly squeaks.

A few more seconds pass.

She would have known anyway. There's no point in lying to her, even if she's asleep or half-awake or miles away. It just doesn't work.

"... I'm scared."

He just wants Sitriini to come back. He should have never let the man leave. What was he thinking?

What were any of them thinking?