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BEHOLD!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!

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can't get rid of me , fushiguro toji

sent straight from... hell, with a cigarette in hand , chapter two

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cw: smoking, profanity, money talk, odd conversation, just a lot of smoking

author's note: its hard trying to build on a characters story when you havent got it written out on paper (like me) lol font make this mistake because building as you go is painful

at last, night was just around the corner.

you put megumi to bed as soon as you could, despite the high risk that he'll be the one waking you up in the morning and not the other way around.

you're well aware you should quit smoking, for your sake and his, but you just can't. it takes so much weight off of your shoulders, even if it's just for a few hours, or maybe even minutes. it brings peace to your mind, but it's more like you can't think at all rather than having the negative thoughts pushed out.

and here, you find yourself around the back of the slummy apartment block, holding your last three cigarettes in your hand. multiple times have you peered up at your floor, checking through the window that the light to your son's bedroom remains off. you know that he's well-behaved, but sometimes kids just get up to the oddest things when their parents aren't around; if you even consider yourself worthy enough to be one.

the only lighter you have seems to have enough fluid, but it's hard to say when there's little to no lampposts in this area. on top of that, it's windy, so if the flame keeps blowing out... you're doomed.

and wow, would you look at that! every time you press on the pusher, the little beam of joy that sprouted out just had to be blown out. better yet, it's completely dead now. there's no store within a walking distance that you could reach in time, and you sure as hell don't want to be knocking around on doors when your neighbours know you have a kid.

addiction sure is scary.

"bloody hell..." you mutter, your head throwing back onto the concrete wall behind you. it hurt, but the rising irritation burning up in your throat was worse. way worse. perhaps this is a sign..?

"need a light?"

one of your eyes open and gaze off to the right, only to see a tall-ish silhouette of a man. your eyes squint, and a scowl quickly overcomes your face, ready to scare him off if need be. "who are you?"

"just call me..." the mystery man hums for a moment, hands in pockets as he steps closer to you. "kong. mr kong." you can tell he's got a smile, or what you'd (not) like to think is a smirk, and he comes up to lean against the wall beside you.

automatically, you shift over to create a wider gap between the two of you, and you cross your arms in defence. "well, mr kong, i don't appreciate you approaching me in the middle of the night."

"and i don't appreciate your attitude either, missy. for someone who looks so distressed, you really don't seem to want what you're craving, do you?" he says, his tone awfully amused.

is that a threat? sounds like a threat to you. and it definitely sounds like it's got multiple layers to it. "i don't want shit from you." you bark back.

"oh, really?" in the corner of your eye, you watch as he takes out a cigarette box, placing one in between his teeth. "then, don't mind me." he turns his head away from you, and a quiet flick flick commences. the thick gust of smoke wafting into the air was only a dream for you at the moment.

this guy... this mr kong guy... he's teasing you. he dares to come into your personal space, and rub it in your face that he's got a lit cigarette and you don't. something bubbles in your throat, like you're salivating at the thought of your mouth running dry. you have to. "wait, actually—"

"exactly." the tab in your hand was tightly pinched between your middle and index finger, and he takes it upon himself to press a fire against the butt. "let's handle this like adults, yeah?"

as anticipated, your face immediately lights up. this is a sign! weird strangers that approach you in the middle of the night are the best sources for a light! and he's got money too, you can tell by the design. chic and sleek, black, gold accents. rich guys usually go for things like that, right? with no ring on his finger, you're going to try butter him up.

you gaze at him, trying to find anything to talk about, but you could only notice his appearance. tall, stubble, suit. the surname kong doesn't really sound japanese... maybe he's not from here. that would be disrespectful to ask though. the sound of his sighs and mumbles catches your attention, and you immediately pounce at the opportunity. "are you stressed?"

"definitely. got a man-child on my hands. will not stop whining about how much he misses his wife." mr kong groans again, his free hand coming to loosen his tie.

you tilt your head more at him. "and the wife in question is...?"

"no, it's him that's away. locked away, to be precise." he's staring off at nothing, mindlessly repeating his actions. "he's always visibly disappointed when it's me visiting and not her. it's not like she ever will anyway, so he should give it up."

rapid fire questions are the way to go. "what did he go in for?"

"a lot of things." another pause as he takes a drag, sighing again as he takes a glance at you. "something a woman like you shouldn't hear." ...rapid fire was cut short.

rude and assuming... also, that's the second time kong guy here has said something suspicious. you can't even be mad, not when you want to milk some money out of him. hell, even that little light he gave you could've cost a whole ten thousand yen note. you've got nothing else to ask.

"got kids, by any chance?" he asks inquisitively, or maybe trying to fill for the silence, a question for you.

"a little boy. well... he won't be so little anymore soon." your eyes drifts down to the ground, and you fiddle with a little strand of hair that was within your sight. "he's only got me, i've only got him."

"and the father?"

and tell him that your ex-husband also coincidentally went to prison for bad things too? yeah, no. "...gone."

"unfortunate." mr kong seems to be trying to find something else to look at, having used up all of what was in front of him. "you live here?"

"yep." you shouldn't even try to deny it. surely he saw you glancing up at the windows multiple times, even before he came up to you. there's no point in lying.

when he turns back to you, his eyebrow raises; he's amused again. "you really make me pity you, missy. it's not often that i feel that way."

now he's looking down on you?

it's like as soon as you heard that word pity, you saw dollar signs blinding your eyes. "...think you could help me out? some bills and stuff?" shit, you're asking too early! so shameless about it too.

not only was your kiss ass attempt obvious, you're asking a random man that you don't even know for financial help. you're seriously vulnerable to scammers.

"sure."

"what?"

"i said sure."

"but i didn't even—"

mr kong chuckles, mockingly too. "money always comes with a price. just be ready for it." with that, he stomps out his used up cigarette, walking off as he lights himself a new one.

he's too trusting, or you're signing yourself up for something dangerous. either way, it's like he was aware you would accept no matter the conditions. does this guy know you already or what? and when the hell will you be able to see him again?

no... he's familiar.

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[rdiowx]

Kinktober day one

Kidnapping with Gideon graves.

Warnings!: Kidnapping obviously, reluctant to needy reader, reader is kind of a whore, Gideon is unstable (as if he wasnt a Little already..) and literally obsessed with you, restraints, use of derogatory names, hickeys and bite marks, nipple sucking, yea dubcon

Readers gender or parts aren’t mentioned like at all.

Opening your eyes you were met with a concrete wall, a basement wall. Trying to stretch, you were stopped by the rough rope rubbing against your wrists and ankles. Trying not to freak out, but utterly failing when a slight startled noise left your mouth as the metal door opened. Your eyes needed adjusting to the bright light that flooded into the dark space, finally focusing you were met with none other than Gideon graves. “I see you’re awake, how’d you sleep?” He smirked slightly, it was a bit off putting of course not as off putting as the fact you were tied to a chair in his basement.

“What are you doing?” You spoke up suddenly as he made his way towards you, he couldn’t help but notice the crack in your voice. You struggled against the rope but to no avail, he just laughed at your stupid attempt. “Don’t worry about getting out of thoes, you won’t need to, not for what i have planned.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to jump at the sensation of his breath against your face. You could see his smile from the corner of your eye, the light bouncing off his glasses obscured his from your view.

It didn’t take long for you to end up on your face, cheek smashed against the cold concrete before your hands were restrained once again. You made a noise of disagreement as you felt his cold hands on the exposed part of your hips, your shirt having slid up from the movement in position. “Hey don’t worry, im gonna take really good care of you.” He reassured leaning over your form from behind,his hips pressing against you. You couldn’t even deny how turned on you were, having to stop yourself from whining from the lack of touch as he moved back and took his hands away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whimpered from your place on the ground, you could feel him remove your restraints from the bottom of the chair just to redo them. He chuckled grabbing your cheeks to face him before teasing you “don’t act like i can’t tell how turned on you are honey, you’ve been squirming so much id think you’re starting to like this..” you ripped your face out of his hand, refusing eye contact with him, cause you knew he was right. “Don’t get all shy on me now, it’s okay that you like this..just didn’t take you for a slut i guess.” He teased, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Fuck you.” You spat, before getting your cheek smashed into the concrete floor again. “Honey im trying, but you can’t keep your slutty little mouth shut can you?” He spoke between clenched teeth, you tried to move away from him but he was too strong and you were still weak from having been knocked out. He used handcuffs instead of rope this thme so you couldn’t use your mouth to get the knot of the rope undone since your hands were in front of you once again. You didn’t have time to observe for much longer before you were flipped over on your back by Gideon’s hands on your hips. He sat up on his knees, he seemed to be admiring you. “I love the view but, i think it would be so much better if we got rid of thoes clothes don’t you think?”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, scooting back only for Gideon to pull you back by your ankles. “Well, you can’t exactly do it yourself now can you?” He laughed at you as if you were the stupidest person alive. It didnt take him long to get rid of your shirt, your back now exposed against the cold concrete causing you to whimper at the feeling. You could tell Gideon wanted to say something. “If you have something to say spit it out.” You mumbled. Gideon laughed “i was gonna make fun of you for whimpering and i havent even touched you yet.” He said while making quick work of your pants, deciding to leave your underwear on for now.

“You’re such an asshole.” You complained, glaring at him from your spot on the ground. He grabbed your face pulling you up once again, squishing your cheeks together. “and you’re such a slut, arent you?” He growled pushing your head back. Before you knew it he was teasing your chest, catching you completely off guard causing you to let out a small whine. He smiled in response, playing with your nipples, you could tell he was set on making you squirm. Didn’t take him long to start trailing his hands down your sides, however you were starting to get impatient.

“God If You’re gonna fuck me just do it!” You moaned before he started teasing you through your underwear, making fun of how turned on you were to himself. “You know, for someone who didn’t want me to touch them you sure are impatient, or have i just gotten you that worked up?” He laughed and slipped his hand into your underwear causing you to groan. Considering your legs were still tied your pants just sat at your ankles, your underwear now joining them as Gideon got bored with teasing. You’re not sure when Gideons shirt came off let alone when he took his pants off but he was now almost in your situation, however what made him lucky in this is that he wasn’t tied up like you were.

“Don’t look so miserable i’ll make sure im inside of you soon.” He spoke, leaning between your thighs leaving bites on your chest. After a bit, Gideon looked as if he had the greatest idea in the world, you didnt have the chance to ask as he pulled you on his lap your legs behind him, your restraints and pants making it so you couldn’t get off if even you tried. “Jesus christ!” You exclaimed, a little relieved you couldn’t fall right now considering he decided to sit back up on the chair. Gideon wrapped his hands around your hips before moving them to grind against him pulling a groan out of him and a whine out of yourself. “You gonna make thoes slutty noises for me when im inside of you?” He whispered against your neck before leaving a mark there.

He moved his hips up to take his boxers off, his cock now against you making you squirm pulling a strangled noise out of him. You could tell he was getting impatient, especially as he shoved your hips down on his cock letting out a groan as you moaned rather loudly. You couldn’t help but start to move your hips as you grew impatient as well, hinting to Gideon that you wanted him to move. He simply groaned and grabbed your hips before moving them so his cock was sliding in and out of you. He pulled you into a kiss to swallow your noises before moving his face to your chest to suck marks into it, leaving teeth marks as he made his way down.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, im never gonna let you leave me.” He whispered it didn’t sound very stable, like he was gonna flip you over and start fucking your brains out, but it just added to the arousal you were feeling. “Im gonna make you love me, and i won’t even have to brain wash you.” His voice getting lower as he went on. You put your palm over his mouth before speaking, “you- talk too damn much.” Your voice cracking after your first word. Gideon only rolled his eyes a bit but you could feel his smirk from behind your hand. You could feel his mouth open as you clenched around him and he let out a muffled whine as you did so.

“God You’re so much hotter when you dont talk.” You teased, grinding against him. He groaned before taking your wrists and moving your hand away from his mouth. He slid off the chair and laid you on your back and started to fuck you himself, your hands going to push against where your hips met, feeling the pressure of him speeding up inside of you. “God..You’re gonna cum soon, i can tell.” He was right, you were but you could barley form a sentence anymore to tell him. Cursing as he played with your chest once more causing you to get closer to your release. It didn’t take but a few more. thrusts for you to let go around him, the tightening causing him to pull out and cum on your stomach and chest.

“Jesus fuck…” Gideon panted, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. “You are never, ever leaving me.”

[anemhoez]

Desire…(pt 2)

Scar/AFAB Reader!

A/N: so this was in my drafts for a bit and just needed to be proofread 🤭 oops im so sorry i became a hard ATINY and now my life revolves around those 8 queers 🥴 hope you all enjoy and let me know when Scar comes back i havent touched WuWa since 🙄 feel free to read part 1 here hehe

WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, monster fucking 👀

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Upon finally entering his room, Scar let you down onto your feet and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Welcome home doll.” he said softly. You looked around the room, taking in everything all at once and learning the kind of person he was behind closed doors. It was all, surprisingly normal looking. The room was large enough to have two separate spaces. There was a section for his bed, ornate and comfortable looking, and a section for lounging where he had a computer set up. Aside from the shockingly bright red walls, there really wasn’t much to say about it. “And here I thought you’d have people chained up and begging for their lives.”

Scar emerged from a door you assumed led to the bathroom since you could hear water running in the background. “That’s what the dungeon is for, maybe I’ll show it to you one day.” he said and reached out to you. You took his hand and he led you to the bathroom, which had the same red walls but there were accents of black and gold that caught your eye. He sat on the edge of the onyx colored bathtub, observing the way you looked around at everything. “Im a little offended you think i would live like some kind of barbarian,!Rover.” he said crossing his arms over his chest. You giggled and turned to look at him, “Sorry it’s just, I’m glad i won’t have to change much, I like your taste.” you said as you put both hands on his cheeks. You squished his face and leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back. “Who said you’re even allowed to touch anything?” You don’t know why you thought everything he did was so cute, but the way he spoke through his squished cheeks was just so endearing. “Blah blah blah,” you teased and pulled him into that kiss you wanted. He pulled you closer, intensifying the kiss and squeezing your rear. Now you were the one to pull away from him, finally removing your shoes and stockings. He stood up and stopped the running water and added some sweet smelling soap. He helped you get in the tub, making eye contact with you as he removed his own shoes and pants.

You finally got a good look at his dick, at full mast by now after all of the teasing the two of you were doing. And it was just as impressive as you expected, long and thick with a delicious looking curve that caused a pang in your gut once you saw it. He saw you eyeing him and reached for it, tugging on it hard. You made eye contact with him and pointed to your mouth in a cute way that made him smile. He prodded at your mouth, moaning as he felt the warmth and wetness once you took him in. “Who am i kidding, you can do whatever the fuck you want,” he huffed and took the back of your head with both hands and pushed you even further onto him. You gagged hard and looked up at him, his smile widening mischievously, pulling out so you could catch your breath. “You’ll get used to it, promise.” he said and leaned down to give you a kiss.

He then stepped into the tub, sitting down across from you, leaning back on the rim of the tub. “Feels so good to be home, that prison was so dull, if you hadn’t gotten me out of there when you did, I’m not sure what i’d have done.” You grabbed the nearby wash cloth and dunked it into the water, letting the soapy suds soak into it. You began scrubbing him, starting with his neck and chest. “I’m sure someone would have shown up, and given us quite the fight.” As you scrubbed his skin, the scars on his body almost looked red due to the warm water. You couldn’t help but admire his body, muscular yet lean and littered with scars that each held a story to tell. “I told them that once i was caught to not bother coming for me, a part of me felt like there was no way they could win against you,” your hands slipped into the water and began scrubbing his stomach and thighs. “I really was banking my fate on you,” he said softly, taking you by the chin to look into your eyes. “How did you know that i’d choose you?” He smiled and pulled you closer, “The day in that clearing, when i told you that story, you were so interested in finding out the truth,” you moved with him as he pulled your face closer to his, your cunt brushing against his stiff cock as you now straddled him. “Your curiosity to learn everything they’ve been lying to you about, I knew youd want to know more, and getting you like this,” he kissed you as he prodded at your entrance, lazily grinding up against you, “is a bonus, I mean I’m good but I didn’t know i was that good,” he laughed at himself, patting himself on the back for getting someone as lovely as you on his side, and in his bed.

“Quite the gamble,” you said and reached down, taking the base of his cock and lining him up with your waiting cunt. “So impatient,” he said as he watched you, and reached down to stop you from sinking down on him by holding your thigh with one hand, while the other grabbed his cock. He rubbed his tip against your folds, “You think you’re gonna get what you want that easily?” he chuckled darkly and moved you so that you could sit with your back pressed against his chest. You audibly whined, “You are as evil as they say!” you teased and he just laughed. He grabbed some soap and began cleansing your body, trailing the soap down your front, “Come now, I want to help clean up the mess I made,” he kissed your cheek playfully while you seethed.

Once the two of you finished washing up your need was still as hot as ever, now hating how he laughed at you as you began getting bratty with him. But almost as if he felt your desire, the second he helped you stand on the plush bath mat, he lifted you up, and finally stuffed you full of his cock in one swift motion. “Scar!” you yelped out, your wet hands gripping for purchase on his back. He knew exactly how to get to you already, making you realize just how your lives together would play out from now own. You held onto him, the cool air pricked at your slicked skin as he walked you to his bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his dick so deep inside of you, you were sure you felt him in your gut. You tried moving up on him but he held you down firmly and scoffed. “Needy little slut,” his words made you clench down on him even harder, your pussy was aching at this point. “Asshole,” you hissed suddenly, the surprised look on his face threatening to make you giggle through your fake annoyance. “Did you bring me back to fuck me or just tease me?” you tried wiggling out of his grasp, pushing against his chest as you tried to stand. “I’ll just finish myself off-ahh!” you yelped as he gripped you even tighter, his fingernails had turned to claws during your attempt at defiance. Scar dragged his claws up your back, “Fuck I didn’t think you had it in you,” you finally started to ride him slowly, his thick cock molding agsinst your waitibg walls. “You’re holding back, aren’t you?” you huffed against his lips, letting out a small moan as he bucked up against you. “You’re worried I’ll get hurt, right?” you took his face in your hands, kissing his lips breathlessly as you chased your release. “Yes,” he sighed holding you even closer, his hands now resting at your rear. “I can handle it Scar, please don’t hold back.” your voice was a whisper in his ears now, pleading for him to let go and be himself with you.

He growled, the tightness of your walls against him driving him to finally let go. His eyes glowed red and his horns appeared on his forehead. They twisted at the tips as he stared at you, a wicked smile on his face. You reached for his horns, and pulled him into a kiss, one he reciprocated eagerly. He lifted you up as he stood and maneuvered your body swiftly so that you were on your back. But you immediately turned so that you were on your knees, “Come on then,” you perked your ass up to him and you could see the way his eyes flashed. Scar buried himself into you once again, his claws digging into the flesh of your ass, “Rover, you better tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he said with a moan as he felt your tightness around him. You just nodded quickly, bucking back up against him as you craved more of him. His pace quickened, his hips smacking into yours loudly, any mystery of what was happening in here lost due to the lewd sounds the two of you were making. Gods you hated how good his dick felt, already knowing you’d be addicted to it after this. You were certain you’d be begging him to fuck you wherever and whenever you wanted from now on. He pressed down on the small of your back, your body sinking onto the bed and resting on your arms and cheek. The harder he fucked you, the more you felt your peak nearing, accompanied by a slight pain. But you didn’t stop him like he told you to, you didnt want the onslaught of the most intense pleasure you ever felt to stop. Not only that, you were sure you couldn’t even speak a coherent sentence with the whiny babbles that were dripoung from your lips as he pistoned into you. Scar leaned down, “Perfect little rover, all mine.” he moaned out and licked your cheek, trailing a path to your neck. He kissed and sucked marks onto your back and once he was done, he caged your body between his arms. He fucked you into the mattress mercilessly, tears forming at the corner of your eyes at the pleasure and you buried your face into the sheets, quieting the scream that signaled your climax. “Yes, fuck don’t stop!” you begged as you clenched around him, feeling another orgasm incoming. Scar didnt let up, loud grunts coming from deep in his thtoat as he threw his head back, “Gods,” he sighed and thrust against you as hard as he could, bringing the both of you to climax. You writhed on his twitching cock that filled you with his hot seed, finally unclenching your jaw and letting go of the sheets. He kissed the back of your neck, “I really fucking like you, doll.” he chuckled against you before pulling out. He watched his release drip out of your spent and swollen pussy, “You alright?“ You moved to sit up, wiping at you eyes “I’m fine Scar,” you spoke softly, looking at him with tired fucked out eyes. You reached for him and he smiled, moving closer to cuddle you.

The two of you lay next to one another chatting about your new life together and getting to know one another better. He kissed and soothed you, reassuring you with kind words about how he’d never betray you. “You can trust me,” his voice was soft as he spoke, pulling you even closer to him by your leg. You winced and let out a small sigh from the pain, “I told you to tell me if it hurt,” he said rolling his eyes at you. You snuggled closer to him, “I know but it felt so good, I wasn’t about to stop you.” you kissed his chest to reassure him you were going to be fine. Scar growled in defiance but still kissed your forehead, despite you disobeying him. The rest of the night was spent with him praising you and thanking you for choosing him, his stamina unlike anything else you’ve experienced as he pleasured you over and over again.

A/N: PLEASE LET ME CHOOSE HIM!!!!! I WANT ONLY HIM!!! ugh!!! i dont wanna feel good i wanna feel evil and fuck the hot villain 🥲

[surshica]

well fuck me — SHE KNOWS

warnings: cussing, angst hardly any fluff, a broken relationship, betrayal, heartbreak

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“i have no clue where you are taking me and a part of me doesn’t want too know..” chishiya wiggled his fingers go interlock with hers. “we are going to get your cookies don’t worry but there are places and things i want to do first!” she was skipping happily on the sidewalk passing people who didn’t even bat and eye or two at her and chishiya.

“excuse me?” chishiya looked at her weirdly; her message definitely got lost in the wind, he knew that but he wanted her to just repeat what she had said to him. “you and i both know it isn’t like that..you’re being weird.” a quirked smirked formed onto his thin lips causing yn roll her eyes “shut up and follow me”

chishiya stuffed one of his hands into his pocket while the other was held in her soft warmth hands, his thumb caressed hers. the walk was quiet very in the moment, he parted his lips as if words were come flying out his lips but nothing came out but a breath of air. in that moment it’s as if he was told to just shut up and enjoy who was in front of him.

it definitely was a walk but the sound of peoples voices grew louder the more, “are we in a mall?” he gave her a questioned look he wiggled his hand out of her grasp, he could’ve sworn he saw her hand hesitantly reach back for his but just slipped it to her side. “YUP! because there is so much we can do here plus it’ll kill time and your cookie spot is in here!” yn had smiled walking towards the direction of the cookie spot,

“they moved locations..?” chishiya had walked behind her; not too far behind her but not too close. he knew there would be people here who would recognize her no matter what but he still believed in personal space and he wouldn’t want people to cause more than they had already.

“yeah it’s a little farther now but they expanded on their menu! i…havent tried it yet because i was waiting for you..” yn had smiled under her breathe turning around to face chishiya. obviously since she didn’t have eyes on the back of her head she was going to collide with the pole.

her back collided with the pole earning an honest groan and a small pout, “why didn’t you warn me about the pole behind me” she annoyed huffed at chishiya who snickered at her shrugging. “thought it’d be funny..and it kinda was” he looking at you.

his condescending eyes made you frown like those stupid angry cat photos people would use at memes, crossing your arms yn walked ahead, “you can forget about me buying those cookies! you can buy them yourself now”

“hey now..”

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“PHOTOBOOTH!” yn had pointed at the painfully obvious photobooth lines against the wall with people coming in and out of them, “let me guess you want to do that?” he side eyed the girl while munching on one of the cookies he got from the shop.

“how did you know?!” she dramatically exclaimed with her hand over her mouth, yn had grabbed his wrist dragging him over to the booth. she thought it’d be cute—taking photos with him for the memories!

“i have this thing called yn awareness” he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, “if the so called yn awareness was a thing how come you didn’t become aware of me going to hit you with a door?” she smirked at him putting in money for the photobooth.

chishiya licked his lips before pinching her cheek, “i have to be around you for it to work..” “mhm i can bullshit.” yn smiled dragging him inside the photobooth.

they had chosen the black and white phots with a black border, it was simple and didn’t need much color and if anything it was much cuter.

the poses were simple holding up the middle finger to their cheeks, peace signs, chishiya with his arm around her neck like he is going to strangle her, the last one though she hadn’t expected it much.

chishiya was never the type to make the first move so this was definitely put his comfort zone, he had grabbed yn by her face pulling her closer to him—the kiss was gentle yet passionate, the years of waiting for her to make the move had been evident. his lips were soft and gentle, he knew what he was doing almost as if he planned for it to happen.

yn’s ears started to get hot as a smile formed on her lips, her hands slivering around his neck pulling him deeper for the kiss. his breathing tickled the small hairs on her face making her giggle.

the sound of the photos printing has brought them back to reality, separating apart as if nothing had happen. they waited for the photos to print—just sitting them, chishiya bite his lip while yn licked hers.

“i lo—” chishiya got cut off by yn pulling him into another kiss; this one was rather short and sweet, “i know.” she smiled at him grabbing the photos exiting out the booth handing one to him.

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surely, they hadn’t want the day to end but sometimes things do have to end. yn had to get back home and prepare for a meeting she had today for her new upcoming comeback.

they didn’t want to say goodbye in a dark alley so they did it walking back to the cafe they met at, there was a silence but it wasn’t tense that’s for sure—rather it was a calm moment.

as they got closer to the cafe, yn felt like there was some things that needed to be said obviously. “hey chishiya, as much as i know i can trust you..please don’t leak or spread those photos” yn had smiled at him,

“yeah i know..you don’t have to tell me that” he shrugged not really taking it seriously, he wasn’t going to leak them obviously since it wasn’t anybodies business. yn had gotten the feeling she wasn’t taking him seriously at all, it upset her slightly.

she stopped in her tracks causing chishiya to stop in his and look at her, “chishiya im serious” her hands rested on her sides. chishiya inhaled lifting up an eyebrow “what makes you think i’m not serious either?” he was confused from where that came from her.

“you just shrugged it off as if it was a joke or something..i just don’t want you posting it. it’ll be harmful..” yn tried to reason with him but to chishiya it was literally just bullshit. “harmful? yn im pretty sure your fans wouldn’t care if you were dating someone, you’ve been in this industry for long enough..”

“i wasnt talking about harmful to me i was talking about harmful to you chishiya” her left hand grabbed a fistful of her jeans biting her lip looking chishiya dead set in the eyes. to say his eyes didn’t make her heart race was an understatement. chishiya sighed blinking slowly maintaining the eye contact,

“how would it be harmful yn..you know i’m not on it much. i’m on it because kuina and heiya ask me too.” he stated ever so calmly, that somehow pissed her off more. “it’ll be harmful because you are just some random doctor that blew up on tiktok while i am an idol.” her words tasted like bitter.

“what.” is all chishiya could replay with. yn’s eyes widened she didn’t mean it like that but they had just slipped out her mouth, regret filled her eyes and chishiya could see it. “chishiya no i didn’t mean it like that” she let out of her jeans cuffing her face shaking her head.

chishiya stared at her in silence for a few seconds before breaking out in a deprived laughter. yn had looked at him and god how much she regretted those words, his eyes that were usually calm and told no story finally had a story to be told; they were filled with betrayal sadness and anger.

yn had tried to reach out to him but he just pushed her hand away, “no it’s okay i understand i am just some pawn in your companies little scheme to grow your popularity.” his words were sharp, sharp enough to cut through a rock. “it was stupid of me to actually like you and believe we could be something more. it was stupid of me to actually want something like that.” he had lowly smiled.

chishiya looked at the bag of cookies shaking his head, grabbing the photo and putting it in the bag with cookies, throwing the bag into hands hold. “chishiya you know you didn’t mean it like that, it just slipped out on accident.” yn had tried to justify herself.

“words don’t slip out on accident, its okay if you did just do that for publicity. just don’t use me, use someone else.” he stuffed his hands in his pocket, he took in a deeper inhale than usual. “why..why did you give me back the photo and the cookie..” yn’s words came out stiff—stiffer than wood.

chishiya maintained a short eye contact with her, before turning his back on her. “you don’t want the photos leaked right? well there you can have them that way they won’t be leaked.” chishiya bit his lip in stress, “and the cookies…” yn became quiet as a mouse. “the cookies will remind you of me so it can help you realize what you did to get where you are.” his words laced with venom stung her heart even more.

words couldn’t even come out with her mouth, she was blinking tears away; she was a victim of her own ideals and blindness she threw what she wanted the most away. she couldn’t even stop him from leaving because by the time she was able to get words out he had already left.

finding the nearest bench she had sat there quietly, the scene played throughout her mind; she was thinking of ways she could’ve said it without coming off cruel. “fuck.”

click. click. click. “they are going to love this.”

SHE KNOWS — masterlist — next

A/N : i’ve been working on this for like the past 3 weeks..that’s how bad my writers block is..ANYWAYS i’m kinda shit at writing angst but heree~ this is actually based off the main scene in starstruck and if you’ve watched starstruck you only know it goes down hill from here~~ so enjoy those last few fluff moments cause i can guarantee you there is no fluff for them for the next 5-6 chapters HECK EVEN MORE MAYBE!!

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[polarizefinn]

A GUIDE TO SERENDIPITYS FALL: a short story

a little bit'a angst :^) artist hyunjin x gn!reader notice: 0.7k words, wrote this in a span of like 15ish minutes, may be messy (are we surprised?)

warning: mentions of nudity, bitchesz broken hearts fr and scars.

deep breath. in, out.

as much as youd like to believe that time heals all wounds, youd like to believe that this one had completely disappeared by now.

the person who you were addicted to, who you couldnt insist on letting go from your life broke your heart, yet your feet guided you here. his first official exhibition, which you promised to him over a year ago that youd attend no matter what.

you stare at the art gallery in front of you, the glass doors seeming to expose the long hallway before it, at the end a big room extending to the sides.

the walls of the place seeming decorated with spectacular pieces, wallpapers glistening and making the place seem heavenly. you push the door open, taking it all in.

the air here feels heavier, richer - sort of.

you walk down the long hallway, with each step your shoulders loosening, your breath alligning and your ears starting to lose the overwhelming sense of hearing your heartbeat.

you reach the end, allowing yourself to take in the canvases, almost a lifelong worth of work all in one space. the amount of people here doesnt shock you, hes always been loved. still, he couldnt fit the part of being the lover.

you walk to the far left, starting from the beginning and working your way up to observe all the paintings, as if you havent seen most of them already.

you giggle at the first couple of unfinished pieces, admiring a bit how he had always left some unfinished on purpose,

"i have other things to focus on."

the ones after explore life, nature, the sky. things that are simply beautiful, things that build more imagination, things that are simple yet hard to understand.

"look, do you see it the way i see it?"

pain, humiliation, flowers. flowers had meanings, he taught you. the one time he got some for you, he apologised for it.

"i didnt envision that this would end up hurting you instead."

as you reach the last couple of paintings, you spot the artist.

the group around him listening intently to his words, his explanation for the newest painting.

as you look at it closer, your head starts spinning and you feel tears filling your eyes.

deep breath, in and out. you repeat over and over to yourself.

you look up again and confirm - the painting is of you.

your nude body, a photo you sent to him when he was still a somebody to your life, when you thought you meant so much more than a piece of artwork.

you put your hands in your pockets, looking from afar. you couldnt help but to overhear his explanation, the description of the inspiration earning a chant of "ooh"s.

"and who were they to you?"

you hear a man asking.

you turn to look at hyunjin, his head tilting slightly to look at the man, as a smile creeps up on his face. he looks at the painting again, that goddamn smile still stuck to his face.

"they were merely a muse, nothing more."

and there it was.

how could the same person have the guts, have the fucking guts to break your heart enough times that you can start counting them?

you tried to say something. you tried, but couldnt. your stomach filling up with anxiety and embarrassment instead of butterflies upon hearing his voice.

as much as you hated to admit it, he was something you considered otherworldly. but very slowly, and painfully you came to realise that his weakness was his art, his fondness to you seemed to be replaced.

until you merged as one, and you had to step away from that picture, promising yourself that you wont let yourself be someone elses second choice.

you promised him youd come here, no matter what. didnt he remember?

you became his object, his composition. this time you werent there to stop it, to tell him that youd rather be a distant memory, than now a new collectors item.

that, and he forgot to paint the scar on your wrist from the thorn of the rose. the unrequited love flower, remember?

[arlertsbaby]

codependency, condescension, mentions of violence, mentions of gangs i think? idk. kidnapping, ran puts his hands on reader, no happy ending u all end up with a cliffhanger kek

this makes zero sense!!!! pls

The footprints your boots leave in the snow are crisp and orderly as you pick at your nails while nearing the steps of your boyfriend's apartment building. The code you know punches itself into the number board and when the speaker buzzes and the door clicks open, you step inside. 

His door was exactly 2 floors above where you're standing; it only took you two seconds to bolt up each floor to reach his and knock on his door twice, and then once again.

You hear a quiet rustling come from inside the apartment for a moment before the door clicks and opens slightly; blue eyes look through the crack of the door secured by only a thin chain, and he unchains the door and opens it fully. 

“I know ‘m not supposed to be here,” your gaze pointed down, your hands fidget, and you’re shifting your weight between your legs while standing on his foot mat, “I just wanted to say things havent been the same without you, I can't manage without you.” 

A moment of silence passes by as Inui looks you in your eyes. You cant scan his emotions, or tell what he’s feeling at the moment, but he does let out a short breath before stepping to the side to allow you to come in. 

You sit with your legs tucked under yourself at his couch, and you can hear the faint hum of his fish tank from across the living room. He’s around the corner of the room inside his kitchen, making hot water for the two of you while you sit in silence.

A few moments pass by when he comes into the warm lit space, two cups in hand, and hands one to you. 

“I don’t have mint at the moment,” Inui sits down next to you with both hands on his mug. He looks at you with a sad smile on his face. “I’m sorry for how things are currently going.” His face is indifferent, his eyes looking over to your low ones.

He earns nothing short of a quiet grunt from you, meant to be a soft laugh to soften the tense situation you two were in; his fingers shift around his cup.

You’ve noticed from the moment he opened his door that his eyes looked darker, sadder, and sunken in, like the way yours were just a few moments before. You stopped crying only a short time ago, a tired, numb look on your face made everything you’ve experienced evident. 

The white stuffed bunny that you’ve caught in your vision (Inui made it when he was seven, he says it's his last memory left of his late uncle, and that makes sense to you because of the messy stitches and missing plastic eye) on the couch is sitting about 2 and a half seats from you, and you’d have half a mind to reach for it if you weren’t currently fixing your lips to say a sentence. 

“Just shaken up, that's all.” You breathe out, nod, and bring the cup closer to your face, sniffing the strong cinnamon smell wafting from the steam. You take a sip.

“Ah,” Inui sighs wearily. He isn't looking at you now, his eyes directed to the wall in front of you two, where a TV would stand if a long hallway wasn’t made in the middle.

“Has Koko mentioned anything about management lately?” You ask after you put your cup back down on the glass coffee table. 

His face looks nothing short of a bad week, month even; yet he continues to speak.

“He hasn’t mentioned anything about the company's joint account since Ran pulled that stunt last meeting,” you shiver at the name, “real funny act to a guy who gets off on making a living hell out of people's lives.” Inui spits out the last word like it's a curse, and a sharp frown is shown on his face. 

Haitani Ran was nothing short of an evil person. He didn’t care for anyone, except his associate members and his brother. He thought your bond with Inui was a waste of time, and approached him frequently to convince Inui to drop you.

Its 6pm when the sun sets, and the light blocking curtains Inui has installed gives his bedroom a quiet look. No artificial light is present, instead three vanilla candles are scattered  around on tables; one near his closet, one on the dresser, and one on the nightstand beside the bed you were sitting on the edge of. 

Inuis bedsheets are soft and blue, and that’s easy on the eyes, you think. Inui is a benevonlent person, so it shouldnt be a surprise that his house matches his interior. 

A few moments have passed since you’ve sat on the bed, and by the time inui comes in you’re halfway under the covers running your index finger over his silk pillow cases. He chuckles under his breath. 

He’s wearing a pair of blue athletic shorts, with what appears to be a white t-shirt wrapped around his right hand. His back is facing you as he’s fiddling with some things on his dresser, (that you assume is cologne and deodorant). He turns around once he’s finished. 

He’s sliding the shirt on while making paces toward the bed on the other side of the room, and the candles illuminate his face and abdomen. 

“I streamed all new law and order episodes every time they came on this week, thought you’d wanna watch them next time you came over.” He speaks in a matter-of-fact tone while grabbing the remote and climbing beside you onto the king-sized mattress. When the ‘on’ button is pressed, the remote makes a short click and the episode starts. You're not even 30 minutes into the first episode before you fall asleep on one of the blue pillows beside you. Inui tucks your shoulders under the covers. 

“Ran, you can’t do this,” Inui sounds torn when you register his tone in your mind. He sounds far away, you can make out.

“Sure I can,” A familiar voice, supposedly Ran, answers back in a playful, but dangerous tone. 

Your eyes slowly open and you see Ran standing in front of you. He can’t see you’re awake yet but when he begins to walk away, you adjust under the covers, and he catches that. 

“Awh,” Ran stops in his tracks and turns his head toward you. Your eyes are fixed on his purple ones when he turns around. 

“Look who's awake, Inui.” Inui’s gaze drops to the floor. You’ve lifted your head high enough by now to see his face, and he’s standing in the farthest corner of the room.

Fingers snap close to your face, making your nose scrunch involuntarily. Ran smiles when he sees you flinch.

“Hi,” He’s unforgiving when he places a heavy hand on the right side of your neck, yanking you out of your place under the covers to stand up on the cold hardwood floor.

“Ran, that hurts,” You hiccup.

“I’m not sure why you thought you’d be safe after denying Manjiros orders,” His grip tightens on the side of your neck.

Inui grimaces. Ran’s face moves closer to yours, and you try to pull away. He lets go of you, and you hunch over onto the floor.

“Anyway, I’ll be taking the girl to Mikey. Don’t try to make moves. Kokonoi already knows and he won’t be on your side anytime soon.” Ran speaks casually when he starts rummaging through the nightstand, fishing out Inui’s gun from the mess of clothes inside the drawer. 

“We’ll be heading out, Inui.” Ran leans over, grabs your hand, and drags you to the door. You turn your head to face Inui, only shame and guilt plastered on his face. Ran notices this moment between you two (the face he makes at this realization is almost sickening) and laughs.

“You’d be the luckiest man in the world if you ever see your girl again,” Ran quips, and then turns to you, “and you, take that frown off your face,” He pinches at your cheek,

“It’s fucking unbecoming of you.” 

[spaciebabie]

🌺 In what situation would your OC be pushed to commit an act of violence? Would they go as far to kill someone if they had to? How would this affect them and their relationships with others?

🌼 Describe one of your OC’s worst nightmares.

🍃 Describe a regular day for your OC. What is their schedule (if they have one).

ive been hyperfixating on katherine lately so all three answers will be about her :3

🌺it would take a lot for katherine to hurt someone. shes non confrontational and a pacifist at heart. later on in two she is eventually forced 2 use violence against others just for self defense, and she promises herself that the only time she will use violence is when shes defending herself for survival. she also takes up a vow not to kill anyone, although this will prove to be. quite difficult. moreso than she thinks it should be. her friends and family would understand, maybe they'd even think it was justified, but it would still be something she could never live with. something that would eat her from the inside out.

🌼for this one i wrote a little scenario that ive been thinking about for the past 2ish years? i put the rest of this under the cut since its kind of long. please be gentle with me when it comes to reading the next portion of my writing! i havent written in quite some time

katherine found herself standing in the very center of an almost pitch black room. as her eyes adjusted, she soon came to realize the room was that of her parents. she warily casted a glance around the room, feeling unnervingly uneasy in a space where she normally felt safe and at home. a quick glance at the clock on the wall told her that her parents should have arrived home hours ago, and yet they were nowhere to be seen. perhaps if she wandered the house she would find her mother and father cooking dinner and talking loudly about how the day was at the cafe, who came in, and what customers managed to infuriate them for the day. she hoped that's what she would find, the silence around her almost felt deafening. with no clanks of pots and pans or chatter coming from behind her, she had the sinking feeling she was very much all alone. as much as her brain willed her to leave the dark room her body did not seem to want to obey. instead, she came to realize that she had moved from her previous position in the center of the room, to being directly in front of her parent's mirror slated on their bedroom wall. she looked down to notice crimson light spilling through a crack under the mirror and felt her heart skip a beat. all of the sudden everything felt so wrong, so extremely dangerous, she was so certain she was not supposed to be here, and yet her body didnt move. she attempted to cry out to her parents, but found herself unable to speak, choking on her own words. it was then that the mirror began to slowly slide open, spilling more of the red light out into the open room. panic ravaged her insides. she willed her hands, her legs, her fingers any part of her to just move, move, move! the door seemed to open too fast and too slow at the same time, almost mocking her panicked state. outside of her own volition,as the door opened, she found herself staring directly into the bright light. it burned her eyes, causing a waterfall of tears to cascade down her cheeks. she blinked them back with ferocity, and eventually was able to catch a glimpse of what lay inside. encompassed in the light, almost blocked out by it entirely, she could make it out, almost, if only there weren't so many tears in her eyes! it was so close and so recognizable, she just needed to stop freaking crying so she could fully make it out! she continued to squint into sea of red light, trying in vain to make sense of the various blobs that were casting shadows within the room. in an instant, a switch flipped in her brain and she knew all too well what she was looking at. horror flashed across her features, and her breath caught in her throat.

katherine startled from her nightmare a very sweaty mess tangled up in her own sheets. blood pounded in her ears and her breath hitched with every intake of fresh air. she gulped in breath after breath, taking it in as if she had just come up from almost drowning. she took a moment to lay in bed and calm her breath and mile a minute heart rate. after she no longer felt like she was hyperventilating, she attempted to get her bearings. she was in her room, it was a school night, and she should probably at least try and get some rest before the next day arrived, nightmares be darned. she turned over to her side and adjusted her sheets, nestling into her bed once more. her thoughts drifted to the nightmare she had apparently had, and her stomach twisted with anxiety. she tried to recall what exactly had happened, but came up empty. her brain had just chosen to forget it she guessed. not that she was complaining, she didnt want to remember what had gotten her so worked up in the first place.

🍃a relatively chill day for katherine quin in part 1? you betcha! katherine usually wakes up, goes ta classes and then does some sort of history club meeting (of which she is the president). afterwards she goes home and does homework, hangs out w/her friends and parents, and then starts the day all over again :D

one thing katherine quin needs is a routine!

[pesterloglog]

Aradia Megido, Rose Lalonde

Act 5, page 2808

-- apocalypseArisen [AA] began trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] --

AA: what d0 y0u think y0ure d0ing!

AA: just st0p

AA: st0p st0p st0p st0p st0p st0p

AA: maybe if i say st0p en0ugh s0mething else will happen instead 0f the thing that d0es

TT: Hi.

AA: y0u arent g0ing t0 st0p are y0u

TT: Do you want me to stop using magic too?

AA: n0 i d0nt care ab0ut that

AA: its y0ur quest t0 tear y0ur sessi0n apart

AA: i kn0w its exciting

AA: breaking stuff

AA: and n0t w0rrying ab0ut it

AA: but there are c0nsequences t0 hum0ring y0ur destructive impulses

AA: and c0nsequences t0 f0ll0wing

TT: ?

AA: what they say

TT: Who?

AA: y0u kn0w wh0

TT: You sound frustrated.

TT: Like you know you can't change my mind.

TT: I presume your future footage of me has already verified this?

AA: i d0nt even need t0 watch y0ur future acti0ns t0 kn0w this

AA: the kn0wing is the same as this elusive feeling 0f sickness thats been with me f0r years

a: pr0bably since bef0re i died c0me t0 think 0f it

AA: it was always a big setup

TT: You died?

TT: Revived via dream self, I take it?

AA: n0

AA: i never had 0ne

AA: s0rt 0f a special case here

TT: Hmm.

AA: i just wish

AA: back when i was behaving recklessly

AA: i had s0me0ne t0 tell me t0 st0p listening

AA: even if i ended up ign0ring their advice

AA: it w0uld have been nice

TT: What did they tell you?

AA: i was assured i w0uld be saving my race

AA: which is maybe still true i d0nt kn0w

AA: but if it is then it will be the punchline t0 the vast j0ke

TT: Is that anything like the ultimate riddle?

AA: y0u really d0nt understand anything yet d0 y0u

AA: and yet y0u bug and fuss and meddle

AA: with things m0re danger0us than y0u can imagine

AA: what d0 y0u want with the s0urce 0f the first guardians

AA: what g00d d0 y0u really think c0uld c0me 0f it

TT: Do you know about it?

TT: The sun?

AA: y0u cant p0ssibly wield its energy 0r put it t0 c0nstructive use

TT: That isn't exactly my plan.

AA: y0u w0nt find it either

AA: its imp0ssible

TT: How do you know that?

TT: Could you please share your information with me?

AA: n0!

AA: y0u still havent gathered that y0ure the pr0blem

AA: im thr0ugh with c0nsci0usly c0ntributing t0 inevitable 0utc0mes

TT: Well,

TT: Aren't you doing that regardless? Right now?

AA: 0bvi0usly

AA: but im just talking

AA: maybe the things i say will indirectly trigger y0ur critical acti0ns

AA: maybe n0t wh0 kn0ws

AA: maybe!!!

AA: maybe if i behave in a manner s0 rand0m

AA: parad0x space w0nt kn0w h0w t0 handle it!

AA: blah BL00P blee BLUH!@#$%^&*()_+

AA: didnt see that 0ne c0ming did y0u pspace??? + ?*rand(413^612)

AA: oh look and now i suddenly refuse to type zeroes in my sentences

AA: isnt that crazy! who thought that was even a possibility

AA: bslick never would have imagined THAT little vestibule of probability was tucked somewhere in his huge glistening blow sack

AA: ribbit ribbit ribbit

AA: WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT

AA: I JUST CONTROLLED THE RIBBITS AND I DID IT DELIBERATELY

TT: O_O

AA: hahaha!

AA: 0h w0w im sure y0u were just being faceti0us with that but y0u have n0 idea h0w funny that is right n0w

AA: y0u had n0 way 0f kn0wing thats a thing i d0 all the time but with zer0es

AA: this is great

AA: i think im 0n t0 s0mething here

AA: maybe if i dig deep en0ugh int0 my circuitry and rer0ute all 0f my reserve p0wer thr0ugh my quantum based rand0m number generat0r i can pr0duce behavi0r s0 c0mpletely 0ff the wall that parad0x space will have n0 ch0ice but t0 change everything!

TT: You have circuitry?

AA: maybe i will also rig my p0wer s0urce t0 the 0utc0me 0f the functi0n and rand0mly bl0w myself up!

AA: that w0uld be just

AA: really

AA: really

AA: really*rand(rand(rand(rand(rand(0M)*0M)*0M)*0M)*0M) where 0M = s0me number drawn quite at rand0m fr0m 0ne 0f y0ur absurd human hats

AA: !~M~0~D~N~A~R

AA: g00dbye r0se

AA: enj0y y0ur rampant indiscreti0ns

AA: talk t0 y0u later assuming i havent rand0mly bl0wn myself up!

TT: Wait, don't go!

TT: You were actually interesting.

--- apocalypseArisen [AA] ceased trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] --

[sugarrspice]

HELLO i havent read all your fics yet but i did binge-read your antiaverage ones! they are so good! i personally am a big fan of antistein, if i could get "stop pretending that you care" with anti and henrik? bless you, youre a brilliant writer

((Oh, goodness, yes, I've seen your tags in my activity. I fully admit I may have giggled over one or two. You're very kind, thank you!

As for the piece: warning for emotional manipulation, overall not a very healthy relationship.))

Henrik doesn't bat an eye when the lights flicker. Cool fingers brush against the back of his neck, a whisper of touch, and he flips another page, scribbling a note down in the margins.

Anti cocks his head, and listens to the way his heart picks up. 63 beats per minute. 72. 75. 75. 75.

"You're a shit liar," he murmurs, letting his voice tip just that side of mocking, and drapes himself over the doctor's shoulders, studying his profile. Henrik, as Anti knew he would, grimaces at the intrusion into his space, bristles at the tone. There they go. "At least where it matters."

"You're a pest," Henrik returns, dryly. "We can't have everything."

"You can't, maybe." He watches with no small amount of glee as Henrik's jaw tightens into that familiar line. Hard to read, his ass; Henrik can't help but wear his heart on his sleeve, hard as it claims to be. Scrape it even lightly, and it'll bleed, angry and red, and Anti wants to lap up every last fucking drop. He'd bleed Henrik dry for another taste.

"They call this insanity, you know. Slamming your head against the same wall because you can't admit I've won."

Henrik, carefully, puts his pen down. He's still not looking at Anti, and it itches at him. "More fool you are, then, for assuming this is victory."

Anti is genuinely caught off guard by how deeply that statement amuses him. Henrik's clever, but he's not always smart. It's something about the stubbornness- like Chase, how he can't seem to acknowledge the clock ticking forward. A laugh bursts out of him, sharp and bright, and it startles Henrik into looking over, for the first time.

"This is victory, Henrik. Do you want to know why?"

In one fluid motion, he twists to sit on the desk in front of Henrik; their knees knock together, and Anti leans in, close enough to count each fleck of green in Henrik's eyes.

"Jack's not home. He's not waking up. You can breathe for him and pump his blood but there's not a single spark up in his head. I'm not going anywhere. You brought me here and gave me the key to shut the door behind me. But you know what else?"

He lets his words hang in the silence for a moment. Let him stew, let him think. Henrik's heart is beating loud enough for both of their words; if he reaches out, he fancies he'd feel it, hammering away under paper-thin skin.

"I have you, now," he purrs, softly, and this time, he does reach out, tracing the scar that cuts just over his jaw, thin and silvery. Henrik is frozen, still under his touch. Then, slowly, he reaches up and curls a hand around Anti's wrist, stilling him.

His grip is iron; hard as his eyes. That's nice, really, Anti thinks, idly. He's gotten bolder. Catching up to Anti at his own game. Or he thinks he is, at least, which is half the fun, following the breadcrumbs that Anti's laid out for him.

Anti lets his grin curl just that fraction wider.

"Careful, Anti," Henrik murmurs, eyes flinty. His fingers tighten; he's going to be seeing those bruises for days. "I might think you're starting to pretend to care."

Anti rolls his eyes, and hooks his legs around Henrik's waist, pulling his chair closer. Neither of them could leave if they wanted to.

Well, Anti could. He knows exactly how much pressure he'd have to apply to snap each of those fingers, that Henrik's ring finger never healed right and would take just a pound or two less of pressure. But where's the fun? "You're really impressively dense, for a thrice-named doctor. You're alive, Henrik. That alone should be your first hint."

"How flattering," Henrik murmurs, eyes unflinchingly meeting his. Bravado, pride; all armor which Henrik wears like a second skin. It's just such a shame that he knows the soft, squalling thing underneath it all, that wants to be wanted, needed.

"Isn't it?" Anti rolls his neck; there's a faint echo of an ache. Not the most comfortable position to be stuck in. "Count your blessings, doctor. I like interesting things. I like it when they stay interesting. And you're starting to get tiring."

Slowly, slowly, Henrik releases him, and he leans back with a smug hum; there's a faint ring of red marks around his arm. Only fair, he supposes. He'll have to pay him back for it, later.

He braces his arms behind him, and cocks his head as he rakes his eyes over Henrik, slowly, cataloguing him with a lazy smirk. "So I'm here to make you an offer."

[voidwritesstuff]

Angel Of Lost Hope AU

Cw: food, trauma relating to war and ptsd. Biblical references and themes,agegap between Jerico (my oc) and Lucas.

Summary: Lucas meets up with his date, and soon much to his dismay they become entangled in their mission too. Later,they go rescue their friend and therapist, Desmond Wales.

->reblogs appreciated. Lmk if I missed anything

Lucas had just gotten out of the shower, he turns his neck to the side, passing a hand across his trapezius, Rolling his shoulder back. A sigh of relief escapes past his lips, then his eyes catch sight of himself on the mirror.

Tall and lanky yet muscly body,littered with scars and a happy trail across his chest down to where the hem of his pants cover it near the end of his hips.He scoffs at himself whispering --Good thing I never lost my looks-- to then put on his shirt and getting out of the bathroom. His eyes check the sun coming through the windows , its late morning from what he could gather.

--About time you came out!-- rosemary shouted from the Next room over-- I thought you might be late to your date!

--Fuck off its not a date!--Lucas yelled back grabbing his leather jacket from the clothing hook-- I gotta get going don't explode my house please?

--I cant promise anything!-- she yelled back.

He rolled his eyes and before he left he grabs his trusty boot Knife,hiding it between his boot and the hem of his pants,maybe it was a stretch but he could never be sure .

"My house" saying that felt..odd. its been so long since he lived in a proper home, somewhere of his own. Living in a van crammed with Gear was an experience but he missed having his own little corner of the world.

The Man walks through the park,admiring the Beauty of Elysium park. The name really did suit the place, it was fall which meant  not too Many flowers were blooming, but the paths that littered the land were covered with leaves that made a nice crunching sound when stepped on.

Its oddly calm. Like the calm before the storm. "It's not a date, we are two people meeting up to get to know eachother better..." he thought nervously playing with his dogtags"Just that...yes. But what if they think it's a date?! What then? I guess I wouldn't mind it if it was a date but--" Lucas let out an exhasperated sigh, Rosemary would be laughing her ass off if she saw the state he was in.

By midday he reaches the entrance to the dinner, he leans on the wall beside the door as he waits for Jerico to arrive. He sighed fixing his curly hair now tied up, he could've braided it if he didn't spend so much time in the shower.

As the autum leaves fall, being blown away by the ocassional breeze, he catches sight of them. His heart skips a beat and he tries to fix his posture, stand a little taller, cross his arms over his chest, leaning his weight on his right leg.

--Jerico! -- He chirps with a smile-- hello,glad you could make it

--Lucas! Good to see you again-- They reply with a smile

--Did you eat anythin' before gettin' here?-- he asked.

--Not really,no

He nodded and pointed at the entrance to the dinner-- Want to...?

--Sure!

He opens the door for them and lets them go first. he stands behind them as a sort of guard dog, doing an overview of the place and Gently guiding them to a secluded booth, sitting there.

--You seem on edge, you okay?-- they ask taking off their green flannel.

--'m 'kay just...ah it's been a while since I've been in a crowded space like this-- He half lied taking off his jacket-- Bein' in the war left me alert to crowded noisy places

They nodded,understanding of his past trauma--I see, well... you looking out for me-- for us is appreciated

He smiled a little,cheeks bright red--ah its uhm..nothin'

--sooo-- they start trying to make conversation-- How you've been, anything interesting?

"If you knew" he thought to then answer-- Had some Friends over...we're planning a...trip

--Oh cool! Where?

--...we havent decided yet-- Lucas replied, looking away to the menus the waitress sets down on their table.

--I hope you have fun wherever youre going!--jerico Chirped opening her menu and checking the options.

--Thank you...N' how 'bout ya? Anythin' fun? Goin' on in yer life?

They think for a moment, tapping the menu-- Ah well, nothing much. Finished my midterm exam, we'll get the results after winterbreak, I was going to hang out with some Friends but it Fell through. Uni is a pain in the ass-- they reply, finally deciding on what to order.

--I never went to uni but I can imagine how tiring that must be-- He answered barely paying attention to his menu, too focused on how cute they looked while concentrated.

--It is but like...im happy to be studying something I like-- they admit-- it gets kinda boring though..hanging out with you helps lightening my week

Their eyes meet his and he looks away,cheeks darkening with blush-- ah uhm..well im glad I can be of help. Hey uh..I'm ready to order if ya are

--'m all good-- they confirm.

After ordering the waitress takes away their menus and leaves. Jerico sighs as anxiety creeps into their body, he made them nervous as shit. He was really good looking.

--I uh...Like your flannel-- Lucas comments-- really like the color, where'd ya get that?

They snap out of their trance at the sound of his voice--I uh...lemme think. -- they make a pause-- a thriftstore, its a bit oversized...I think it could fit you

--I think im too muscly for that thing-- He half joked.

--Hmmm maybe. But I think you'd rock it-- they compliment with Pink cheeks,might as well shoot their shot.

--Oh uh..thank you. I think you wear it better though-- he answers, trying to sound as smooth as possible as He offers them a warm smile.

Their cheeks go bright Pink, they stammer a --Thank you-- before avoiding his gaze.

--Hey why dontcha tell me more about what you're studying? Never went to uni so im curious-- he proposed leaning in a little.

--Oh uh sure!--They answer to then start talking about the Carreer they are pursuing.

The rest of the lunch seems to go quite alright, the conversation is fluid And quite animated, its enjoyable and quite warm. The food tasted great and everything went well...mostly.

Lucas noticed a few men coming and going,giving Him and his companion weird looks. Whispering amongs eachother as if hatching a plan.

He pays for their food, not hearing jerico's protest. But him ignoring them is not out of arrogance but rather out of worry, they had to get out of there. Fast.

The ex military Man escorts his companion out of the dinner, shielding them with his body by standing behind them, hands ready for action

--Hey uh you have anythin to do these Next few weeks?-- Lucas asked.

--Uh no...why?

--Remember that trip my Friends n' me are doin? Well I need someone to stay at my house,for security purposes. Could you? I uh could pay you?

--Uh sure! It's no Biggie. Is it just gonna be me though?

--Uhm no. A friend of mine is staying too. Shes alright. I actually gotta tell ya something more but not here-- he checked to see if the men from before were looking around, they were-- I know this is super weird but ya gotta trust me. Follow me

Seeing the seriousness of his tone, jerico took a chance and Walked with him, going through the more people filled areas of the park,hopefully losing the men that were after them.

--Lucas whats going on?-- they asked mildly scared-- why are men following us?

--You noticed 'em too?-- he asked dumbfodedly. They nodd-- ill tell you everything soon. While im here I wont let 'em hurt you,I promise

--I trust you-- its more like a warning than an answer, but he nodds.

Thankfully, they manage to lose the spies after them. Lucas sits jerico on a log and rubs their back soothingly-- Easy, breathe

--That was really scary-- they comment,voice shaky

--I know 'M sorry. Its all my fault-- he says pulling them in for a hug.

--How so? How could it be your fault?

Lucas sighs and looks away, he explains everything, from who he was and what he was looking for, what had happened to desmond too.

Jerico sinks against his chest a little, using his arms as a protective barrier between the outside world and them--I understand if youre angry at me..I didnt think they'd go to such extremes

--Its uhm...it was one talk I guess you couldnt really have imagined that that couldve caused this...-- they answer, his warmth soothing and comforting-- Men have been following me around too, so I guess it makes sense.. what should I do?

--Well..my Friends plan was to let you stay at my place until we get desmond out from where hes trapped...you'd be safe there -- he explained.

--well...that sounds like a good plan..-- they agree-- uh...lead the way

He helps them up, guiding them carefully Back to his cabin. The walk is quiet and tense,but theres an underlying sense of warmth, of safety. Its weird because even with the threat on their life Jerico seems to be mostly at ease, they look up at Lucas and the height difference is oddly endearing.

Their eyes settle on his serious expression, his eyes scanning for danger, some sort of fight or flight response or some sort of triggered trauma,of losing someone close to him because of his fault. But who he lost is unkown to jerico.

But,alas they reach the cabin. Oddly charming in its simplicity. After introducing Jerico to rosemary, Lucas accompanies the newest addition of their team to pick up some things from their house, returning to their HQ Unseen.

Rosemary looks at Lucas, smirking-- Hmm..so this is the person that has your cables in a bunch?

Lucas turns to his Friend, sighing in exhasperation,Jeri settling their things on the sofa-- Rosemary..

--Look. I like annoying you because youre my friend-- she starts,arms folding infront of her chest, pushing her friend with her hips-- but this is a chance to move on,take your shot

--Move on?--He asked,playing dumb.

--you know what I mean, move on start a life-- she explains as if to say "dont act dumb with me"-- get a lovely partner and a buncha dogs

His face goes dark red, Burning up-- Rose!-- he whines.

--consider it. You can still move on and make something else of your life-- she added-- Imma check on 'em N you go call the others okay? --She sees the look of concern of his friend. Rolling her eyes she adds-- 'M not gonna rat you out,cole. Go

--Fine. You better--He replied leaving to get the phone, Rosemary goes And check on Jerico. After making sure they were alright and settling in well, she goes and prepares the diluted version of agent rainbow with a shaky sigh. Tomorrow was the big day.

The Next day arrived way faster than anyone wouldve liked, but they could wait no longer.

Matresses are settled on the floor, everyone is already laying down, Rosemary giving them a vial with agent rainbow, and just as Lucas is about to lay down he hears

--Hey! Be careful. If something happens here Or-- jerico started, scared and concerned for the Man.

Lucas stops them while putting a hand on their shoulder, squeezing it gently-- I said that while I was here you'd be safe. Even if im somewhere else mentally that still applies. Rosemary can pull us out pretty quickly...ill protect you

They smile and hug him tight,he hugs back and presses a small kiss to the top of their head-- good luck

He smiled and winked a them-- Thanks, kiddo

While his Friends melted at the scene, Lucas lays down on the matress, Rosemary hands him the vial and whispers-- Ill Keep them safe..

--Thank you-- he whispers back, laying down.

--Alright everyone! It'll take a hot second to find desmond,my guess is that if you call for him he'll answer. Its not much but...its something--she explains-- Now drink up

Max sighed and raised his vial-- Bottoms up!

Everyone drinks the vials and As Lucas slips into unconciusness the last thing he sees is jerico looking at him worriedly, he gives them a small warm smile that his friend copies,hopefully it helped them feel more relieved.

Then, pitch black. For a moment ,at least. Lucas is the first one to reach for desmond, hearing the faint tune of a piano, and the rest follow the sound until its as loud as an orchestra,they see a door and then...

A blinding light comes right after, the contrast sudden and violent. The Group find themselves on a white road, the Grass framing it is alive and rich in its green coloration.

--Everyone's here?!--Lucas called out, turning behind him to see that all of the members of his troop were, effectively, with him. He count them and Yes,everyone was accounted for.

--Yep!--Answered Allen, looking around-- where are we

--Well theres a house over there-- Max pointed out behind Lucas and beyond where the road seemed to end-- if the docs anywhere it has to be there

--Hey, theres a tape recorder--Virginia added, kneeling down to press the play button, and then they hear it.

"Agent Rainbow, as I got to call him, has pulling at my mind in a battle...a battle that I lost...and now im trapped here" the recording ends there, but as the Group move and finds more of these tape players they listen to the recording within It.

"Time has lost all meaning, here in this...elysian field I somehow managed to make a house, its grand And ornate and not really something I would choose to live in..but its home"

"These walls feel like a prison some days...but its safe, I have all I May need and...Tonia is with me. Shes here to Keep me company, a guardian"

"I spend most of my days in my Office now, some things never change...but now that theres nothing much to do then...what theres left for me? Who am I now? A therapist? A savior? An Angel of lost hope...?"

But the final one is the most concerning,as they reach the entrance to the now large ornate and crisp white rococo mansion all they hear from the last tape is "This is my home now. I cannot leave...here is where I can serve my purpose...I'm a savior...even if theres no people to save"

The Gates Open on their own and it gives everyone a bad feeling,yet they push in. Until now nobody had uttered a Word,only exchanged worried or amused looks.

Lucas stares at the grand garden, Virginia and Allen look at the field of flowers. Max tenses up, everything was too calm.

--Damn It, of course-- The ex military Man growls-- a Maze...

Beyond the maze,That seemed huge from here, was their destination. For Max it was one of the first signs that there was another power at play here,he lets the troop know his thoughts and approaches Lucas saying-- I dont like this

--Me neither...we should stay together traversing through-- the other man stated, turning to Virginia and Allen.

--I agree-- the only woman of the Group added-- as pretty as this place Is, it gives me the heebie jeebies

Allen nodds-- we dont know how big this thing is, it could take us days to get past it

Then, Lucas noted something on the ground he kneels and traces the marks on the dirt with his hand they are old but still present foot prints. Dress shoes-- hey...what kinda shoes did the doc wear?--He asks.

--plain toe oxfords-- Virginia replied instantly, then as the men turn to her she shrugs-- Hey I have hobbies and fashion is one of them

--Well...this is a good landmark--Lucas added-- good looking out Virginia

She snorted-- Hey, dont let your friend back there let you know youre out here giving me compliments...they might get jealous -- even if Virginia was usually reserved, after spending enough time with the three men she got used to them...even considered them Friends. This was the first time in a while she let her humour shine through.

Lucas' cheeks go dark red as he stands up-- c'mon we gotta Keep moving --He tried to brush it off and appear stoic,and he failed miserably.

As the Group enters the Maze, Virginia adds--Sooooo whats the story with them?

--You wanna talk 'bout that?-- he protested.

--Im sorry do ya see anythin' better to do?-- Max answered. Lucas never took him for a nosy Nancy.

--we had one chat. N then I met them yesterday to explain everything, I paid for their lunch and thats that-- He replied.

--Hmmm I dont think so!--Allen chirped in with a playfull smile-- what was that hug and the whole "I promised you'll be safe while I was around" thing?

--Ya heard that?!-- Lucas asked looking at the floor as If he was keeping track of the footprints, but really he was looking down out of shame.

--Buddy, we all heard ya-- The ex truck driver answered a shit eating grin audible in his tone-- Ya were practically makin' heart eyes at 'em

Then, they hear noises. The leader of their troop raises his fist and they all stop-- Shit..the fuck is that?!-- the ex radioman asked under his breath. Staring at these dark purple/black entities made of some sort of ink, a purple light shinning where their eyes would be-- Hide!--The Group splits, Max and Lucas, Allen and Virginia. They dont hide too far away from eachother, but then theres a passing breeze and when it hits the back of the monster's head they turn back and see the Group.

There was two monsters that go after each of the Groups, Allen And Virginia run for dear life. They turn a corner and then another, they hide behind bushes and when they think they lost the inkblot it somehow finds them.

Allen pulls his companion down behind a Bush, both panting they look around as the monster runs past-- How are we supposed to get out of here?!-- she asked.

--The foot prints-- the ex lighthouse keeper whispers, pointing at the tracks-- But we need to distract that thing

Virginia spots a pebble nearby, she gathers its heavy enough it could make a pretty loud noise-- you thinking what im thinking?-- she asked.

--Yeah-- he agreed-- how good is your aim?

--Im...not as good as Lucas but...I know how to throw rocks decently enough--She answered and her friend looked at her weird, she rolls her eyes-- dont ask -- The pebble is thrown to the opposite direction they needed to go, it hits the ground ways away from them and the inkblot takes the bait, screeching and running towards the source.

The pair looks at eachother and fight off the Urge to run for dear life, it would make too much noise.

So,they walk silently, using the tracks as a guiding Point, the mansion growing bigger the closer they got. They could only hope Lucas and Max were okay.

And speaking of which, Lucas thought of himself as a patient Man, that is until he saw Max trying to fight one of the Monsters with his bare hands-- What are you doing, Idiot?!-- he yelled grabbing his companion by the back of the shirt and pulls him back as the monster swings at him

--What the fuck Man?!--Max yells-- I had it

--The hell ya did! Dont be a moron! Lets try to lose it!--The ex military Man adds ducking down to evade an attack--Cmon!

Both run losing themselves further into the maze, their enemy in hot pursuit. They run past bushes and sculptures of what seem to be biblically accurate angels...yet they seem familiar, the face particularly but they cant pinpoint what.

As they hide behind a bench within a clearing of the maze Max says--We should go and fight it!

--With what?!--Lucas protested-- If by some miracle a sniper rifle comes from the Sky i can hand you that thing on a silver platter but as you can see-- he wildly and angrily gestured at the whole place-- We are dead in the middle of a fancy ass rococo dreamland!

The ex truck driver sighed-- alright then,smartass, what do we do?!

--Lemme think...!--The other Man exclaimed rubbing his temples in exhasperation partially from the wild ideas of his companion and the stress of the whole situation.

Sun shone down on the clearing of the Maze,theres nothing he could use...unless.

Lucas checks the space between his boot and the end of his pants, his eyes go wide and he says-- well ill be...-- He pulls out his trusty boot Knife from his army days-- This...is our only chance--Apparently the Knife had gone in with him, he almost forgot about it since he didnt need to use it when he went out with jerico.

--You've got to be kiddin' me...--Max whispered with exhaustion and completely baffled. With resignation he adds-- what now...--both men look at eachother, as if considering a plethora of options-- unless...

--You thinking what im thinking?

The ex truck driver got a big grin on his face,rubbing his hands together--Time to Grab the bull by its horns!

Soon,the inkblot catches up to them, its non existent eyes land on Max who yells--Hey asshole! Get your inky ass over here! -- the monster takes Long and heavy steps towards him,trying to intimidate Him. It tilts its head to the side and reaches out for its target before it hears him say--Now!

Lucas comes out of the bushes, jamming the blade to the inkblot's chest, pulling back and slashing across its torso and neck.

The monster falls dead to the ground and dissolves--Holy shit --Max whispers.

--What...the...fuck...Man?--now it was Lucas' turn to sound tired and confused.

--Lets not think too much about that-- The other Man proposed-- Lets go get the rest..

Both find the way back to the path were the tracks were,noticing two more pairs that correlated with Allen's and Virginia's shoes. Finally they make it out of the maze and see their Friends sitting by a bench talking.

--What took you so long?--Allen asked with a shit eating grin.

Max and Lucas death glare Allen and both consider making him a human kebab for a split second--Good to know you two got off the hook easily enough...--The ex military Man growled putting his Knife back into its sheath in his boot.

The four of them look upon the grand mansion, intricate golden details adorning the walls alongside pillars and beautiful windows. The double Doors seem ominous but the faint piano playing from beyond them gave the Group hope.

--Ready?-- Lucas asked.

--Dont think so...--Max replied.

--Great...--the ex radioman replied sarcastically though internallty agreeing with his friend-- lets go in

They walk up to the Doors, grand and ornate in all their golden glory. Midday sun reflects a golden light onto the hand reaching for it to Open It. 

The second sign that there was another power at play was that the door opened by itself. Its eerily fluid in its movements as if the house was inviting them in. Looking at eachother the Group steps into the house, a double set of stairs guiding them up to the second floor.

--oh my gooosh!!--Virginia cooed and awed at the house-- so ornate and sparkly! Allen look at all that gold! -- she was practically jumping in her place, she tries to walk further into the mansion and Lucas stops her with a jarred concerned look. She rolls her eyes and side hugs him singing-- They can beg and they can plead

But they can't see the light

'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash

Is always Mister Right!

Allen Is about to join in to the singing until the leader of their troop says-- Look kids not to rain on yalls parade but lets not get distracted 

--ugh fiiiine-- Virginia complains folding her arms over her chest-- Fine I'd say follow the piano melody

They go quiet and listen a soft tune, they follow it up the stairs and down a grand Hall with paintings of what seems to be a biblicall battle..but the protagonists seem to be desmond and...some sort of multicolor mass--Could that be the rainbow chemical?--Allen asked and at the mention the house shakes for a moment,effectively scaring everyone.

--I don' think the house likes that name very much--lucas said with a jarred tone-- god,this place gives me the creeps... cmon gotta find the doc

As they walk, Max leans in and whispers in a ghastly tone--The houuuse is aliiiiiveee

Allen seems spooked by this, he takes a step towards Virginia who slaps Max over the head with her hand-- thats not funny idiot!

--Fine fine sorry!-- he apologized-- this house gon' eat us -- and with that he walks faster towards Lucas before his female companion slaps him again.

They reach the entrance to what they can only assume is the source of the noise. The four of them push the door Open and theyre met with a Giant Office space, long bookshelves filled with tomes and books, grand Windows that filter the light from outside, They look to the side and see the source of the music, an old piano being played by the air with...a Giant cat sleeping ontop of it?!.

--I wanna cuddle it--virginia and Allen whispershout. The Giant beast seems to pay them no mind.

Lucas tilts his head and says-- kinda looks like t-

A sudden heavy flap of wings interrupts him, the Group looks around beyond the large laberynth of bookshelves extending past an ornate beautiful desk. They see a shadow fly by and Grab books.

Finally, Max works up the courage to speak-- Doc?

The shadowed figure stops to look at them, making everyone shiver and tense. It flies up to the light flowing from the Windows, revealing itself. A Man with a Long robe and indigo scarf with rococó decor in gold, large white wings dripping with rainbow chemical, a crown that doubles as a Halo and various rings with eyes like ones you'd see in biblically accurate angels.

Lucas finally puts the pieces together. The being before him is the same from those sculptures back in the maze. His breath leaves his chest as the figure seems to scan them all,smiling And saying-- Lucas, Max,Allen,Virginia...it is so wonderfull to see you all again

And in a choir the Group yells-- Desmond?!

[garfieldlvr03]

im on the cusp of greatness

i've always felt that im meant for something more, something larger than this life of mine. But the roads are winding and dawn is nowhere in sight. i feel lost, there's cotton in my ears to stop me from hearing, there's dust in my eyes to stop me from truly seeing, there's a bubble around me maybe its plastic wrap maybe its rock solid but it stops me from feeling. my head is pushed so far under the water air seems to be a dream i had years ago in a world that never existed.

sometimes i think im on the cusp of losing everything

i almost killed myself last december, did you know that? i need to have conversations. i havent opened up to anyone in a while. i tried to recently, almost a year ago coming up. i moved away for college with childish fantasies of loving friends and safe spaces, because, well, why wouldn't i want that? i tried to step out of my shell, my wings were raised and ready for lift off, but it was weird. i fell. down and down and down to a part of myself i had never met before. sure, im harsh, ill bark but never bite. this time i didn't know what to do. my teeth turned inside out and i bit myself. i clawed and chewed and spat, the whole time facing the mirror. no one talked about the scars it left.

im just out of reach of more

i think something went wrong in crafting me. one too much of this, one too little of that. your measurements are off go check them. i worked hard to advance in life because when home wasn't safe, my room at least always was. i recently had these walls repainted and put up new posters. yet i still remember. i moved away from home and it was exciting, fresh, uncharted territory. but the devil lie in wait. so i fear i have shut off. i get high to feel something otherwise i sit in silence until someone entertains me. i wont text first. i cant think of anything to say to you. im beat in a corner and im beginning to think about more. i am going to be more.

[wkemeup]

for drabble night- which i am so excited for, by the way!! you're a marvelous writer and one of my top favorite bucky writers- my personal favorite trope is oblivious idiots to lovers (like the love is requited but they're just idiots)

dialogue prompt: “I’m too good for revenge.” “Well I’m not. Give me the gun.” - from anon pairing: bucky x reader word count: 1.4k warnings (provided by @jessalyn-jpeg): idiots to lovers, mutual pining, shouted love confessions, (and warnings from me ->) past torture, descriptions of blood, canon level violence, sorry I made this so dark??? a/n: guess who already broke the 1k rule!!! but hey I loved this one and Im a little sad it's a drabble and not a monster fic. it may not be idiots per say, but definitely two people who love each other who havent admitted it yet and are scared of what it means

A man withered on the ground at your feet, scrambling along the prodding edges of crumbled concrete. Crawling as blood streaked in his wake. This man – this monster – you'd been chasing for weeks was reduced to a helpless, crying mess as you towered over him. His hands shook as they shielded his face, tears streaking over his cheeks. This time, you held the power. You held the leverage. He wasn’t so scary without the table of surgical tools at his disposal – your blood stained upon his hands and a maniacal grin upon his lips.

You didn’t know his name. He was only ever ‘the Doctor’ when you spoke of him in your head. You’d only uttered the phrase once since the team rescued you from his basement two months ago and even then, it had tasted of venom. He haunted you in your sleep, followed you in the shadows of every room, drew screams as he pleased even when he could no longer touch you. Safety was not a luxury you could afford – not after what he’d done to you.

Bucky was your only reprieve. A broken man who had found the pieces of himself again – who had offered pieces of himself to you to soothe the mess you’d become with gauze and tape. It was his arms you woke in when your throat was burning raw, his voice lulling you back to sleep, his hands that had taught you peace again.

Bucky saved what his man destroyed.

“P-please,” the Doctor begged, his trembling hands reaching out for the toe of your boot – like a peasant before a king. You flinched before he could touch you. His back pressed against the wall. There was nowhere else for him to go. You flexed the gun at the end of your grip.

“You ruined me,” you spat, barely able to taste the words as they left your tongue. They did not sound like your own. “You expect me to grant you mercy?”

It only made the man sob harder. He was struggling to breathe – hyperventilating between sobs as his hands curled tight against his chest. Pathetic. Weak. Certainly not the type of man who could orchestrate the kidnapping of an avenger without help. He was sick and twisted and evil down to his bones, but he was not the mastermind behind your abduction. He was the executioner.

“D-don’t kill me,” he whimpered, bowing his forehead to the ground. “Y-you’re an Avenger. You wouldn’t.”

You had every intent to put a bullet through this man’s chest the moment you laid eyes on him again. You’d expected to be afraid, to see the surgical mask over his mouth and the cold, dead look in his eyes. You’d expected him to lunge at you with the scalpel and add to the array of scars he’d drawn upon your body. You’d expected violence from the psychopath you knew him to be.

Instead – you found this trembling, frail man who could not manage the courage to meet your eye. It was only when you were chained and drugged that he felt powerful enough to torture an Avenger. You were disappointed.

“You’re not worth my soul.” Tears welled into your eyes as you stared down the monster who had taken residency within your nightmares. “I’m too good for revenge.”

“Well, I’m not,” Bucky’s voice growled from the edge of the room. He stalked across the floor of the basement, his boots stepping over the stain of dried blood you’d left behind months earlier. His expression was cold, unemotive. The plates of his left arm whirled as he clenched his fist. “Give me the gun.”

Bucky’s hand slid over yours, the gun falling slack in your hand. You parted your lips to tell him that justice was due, that there was still more at play than just the sick mind of the man crumbled at your feet. But the safety was already unlatched and Bucky unloaded the weapon into the Doctor. Blood trailed through the cracks in the floor until they touched your boots. The echo burned into your eardrums.

You gaped, stumbling a few steps back before Bucky could slide the gun back into the holster on your hip. He raised an eyebrow, concerned, but you couldn’t find any air inside your chest. Your gaze flickered back to the Doctor as his body slumped down the wall, sinking into the pool of his own blood. It would stain into the rock amongst your own.

Your stunned stare returned to Bucky as he gently reached a hand towards you. You slapped it away. “Why-- What did you—Why would you do that?”

Bucky stilled, his eyes narrowing. He retracted his hand, genuine confusion upon his features. “Are you serious?”

“We could have brought him in, Bucky!” You threw your arms in the air, pacing over the red stain at the center of the room. “We could have interrogated him! You saw him – he clearly isn’t working alone!”

“We don’t need him, Y/n, we can—”

“He’s a pawn! He deserves a hell of a lot worse than death but we needed him, Bucky!”

“No,” Bucky snapped. His face was growing red, his jaw clenching so tightly the muscle flexed beneath his stubble. “No — that monster should have been shot on sight! I don’t give a shit what he could have been useful for! He got what he deserved!”

“Dammit, Bucky! We’re right back where we started.” You pressed your hands to your eyes. Tears wiped at the edges of your palms – angry, frustrated tears. Helpless tears. A lump burned so terribly in your throat, you thought it might choke you.

“We’re not,” Bucky eased, trying to calm you though his own breathing was labored. “We killed the bastard who took you, Y/n. He’s dead now. He can’t hurt you again. It's a hell of a lot more than we had yesterday.”

“Not when the guy who’s making the calls is still out there!” you cried, shoving away his efforts to reach you, though he kept trying. “We were so close, Bucky! He would have talked!”

“You don’t know that! He could have been manipulating you!"

“He would have rolled over in a second!” you roared, fire and fury and agony coursing through your veins. “And you just—you threw that all away for—what? For revenge?!”

“For you!”

The moment the words left Bucky’s lips he held his breath. His boots carried him several steps back, putting space between you as if it might draw the words back from the air before they could touch you. The anger drained from your body, washing away in a matter of seconds. Bucky exhaled a tensed breath.

“I did it... for you,” Bucky repeated slowly, his voice dangerously quiet. “I couldn’t stand the idea of that monster living another second after what he did to you.”

You swallowed, though your throat was aired dry.

“I can hear you cry at night,” he confessed and your heart clenched. Slowly, Bucky lifted his gaze to you, blue eyes startling through the wash of tears. “I know what he did to you, Y/n. You don’t have to tell me, because I know. I know what it’s like to be stripped of your power, to be helpless. I know what that does to a person. You... You never should have had to know what that feels like, too. It would have lingered over your head, Y/n -- to have that monster in the compound with us. It would have driven you mad. So I did what I had to do. I won’t apologize for that.”

You stared at Bucky, lips parted. “Fury will be pissed.”

You didn’t know why you said that. Perhaps because you were too afraid of what Bucky was really saying – the meaning behind his actions. Why it tortured him to allow this man to live after what he did to you.

Bucky chuckled dryly. “Yeah, I suppose he will.”

Quietly, you inched closer to him, stepping over the wet bloods of crimson as it slithered along the floor. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressing to his chest. Bucky stilled for a moment, surprised, before his arms folded around you. It was warm in his embrace, safe. You listened to the gentle thumping of his heart as a hand circled sweetly over your spine.

And then, so quietly you knew only his advanced hearing could pick up, you muttered, “thank you,” against his chest.

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this is your reminder that on drabble night I'm barely reading this over after I write it instead of taking weeks to edit and draft and redraft lol so if there's mistakes or the quality is not on par, that is why

[natjennie]

ok I havent actually read the transcript yet but. guillermos dating this guy because he genuinely does like him and they hang out and get along but after a while they end up talking about how work has been his whole life for the past 12 years and he hasnt gotten a chance to like, be a person on his own, and this was a really wonderful way to do that but his heart is genuinely somewhere else. now that he's had time and space away from nandor he realizes he does truly miss him and wow maybe meg was on to something.

and this bf guy is super supportive but hes like "wow it kinda sounds like this guy was a dick to you. and he's really oblivious." and they agree to continue "dating" in a really obvious and disgustingly over the top way to try and make nandor jealous and realize what he's missing out on. so they keep upping the ante and nandor always stands there like "hah good for you guillermo :) I have to leave now :)" and punches a hole in the wall of his room. rips his coffin apart with his bare hands. but he refuses to actually say anything, and they kick it up a notch.

we get a full parallel gail proposal scene but this bf guy proposes to guillermo and they're really hamming it up and watching nandor's face and he just :] meanwhile he's breaking his own finger bones in his clenched fist. and guillermo is obviously disappointed nandor seems to not notice or care, and maybe his feelings were never gonna be reciprocated at all, and this was a dumb idea and eventually bf guy has had Enough of it.

so he marches up to nandor and pokes a finger in his chest and does a whole speech like "hey dipshit! have you been paying attention at all? he's in love with you! if you weren't so busy wrapped up in yourself and what you want, maybe you'd see that he's been right here the whole time! and you'd be so fucking lucky to have him! dumbass! for having super human senses you vampires are really fucking stupid sometimes" and memo does the same little embarrassed wave nandor did w/ the heartguard scene.

and then memo's face shifts to confusion because wait a minute he didnt tell bf guy they were vampires.. and bf guy goes "oh, yeah, hey. dont worry about it. they're like, wicked obvious with the blood and the fangs and the old goth clothes. it's really easy to put together. also I'm a werewolf, so. yknow." and guillermo's eyes nearly pop out of his head and he gets a "for fucks sake!" out and some spanish swearing before he flinches as nandor's hand is on his shoulder turning him around as bf guy ducks out to take his leave and CUT TO CREDITS "damn these vampires" by the mountain goats plays thank you good night.

[literaila]

a void on your side of the bed. 

loki x gn!reader 

summary: loki is feeling lonely. and guilty about that. 

here was the thing:

loki tried not to ask for too much. he tried to be the perfect partner, the perfect person just for you.

he didnt complain when you wanted to sleep in, or when he was supposed to make you breakfast (he enjoyed doing that). he wasnt upset when you asked him to ‘clean up’ around the house, or when you refused to buy him any more ice cream.

he tried to eliminate any problems-- never been done before by the god of mischief --he might cause before they even appeared, and tried to give you anything and everything you might want.

it wasnt a hard task, actually. he liked the feeling in his chest when you smiled at him, when you were grateful for his help or when he surprised you with something that made your life just a little bit better. he liked taking care of you, causing less trouble than before.

but. it was really hard not to complain when you werent paying attention to him.

when you needed space for just a bit too long for his liking. when he felt like an interruption every time he attempted to make any small talk with you, and you sighed-- almost reluctantly --before turning to him.

he knew you were busy, and he knew that you wanted to get as much work done as you could during the day. he just didnt like it.

he didnt like not conversing with you during the day, not cuddling with you on the couch during lunch while you snacked on something beside him. he didnt like leaving you alone until it was nine o’clock at night and you looked like you were contemplating murder.

he felt lonely. and he just missed you.

and, gods, he was really trying not to complain.

he was really trying not to make this a bigger struggle for you by stealing any of your time. he knew how hard you were working, knew that it drained all the life out of you by the end of the day, knew that the last thing you needed was him telling you that he was upset.

he was used to not sharing his emotions, to building up walls and keeping all his thoughts locked in. but usually, he didnt have to do that with you.

it was all looking up for loki when the week was coming to a slow end. friday night, he felt excited to get you back for at least two days, to steal all the time he could from you before you got annoyed of him. he got his usual smirk back when you came out of your office friday night, giving him a soft smile as you headed to the bedroom.

this was it, he knew. tomorrow morning, he wasnt going to let you leave bed until at least noon.

he fell asleep that night, arms tucked around you, lips smiling against your head, with thoughts of the next day filling his dreams.

so, when he woke up in the morning, colder than usual, a void where you were laying in his arms, it wasnt surprising that he was feeling more upset than before.

disappointment was a violent emotion.

still, he walked out of the room with some hope left, that maybe you were just drinking coffee and eating breakfast while you waited for him.

that hope disappeared when he heard the familiar click-clacking from the room you had proclaimed was your office.

you were working. again. and loki was alone. again.

he felt a groan building up in his chest, a terrible feeling filling him as he listened for your breathing. he knew it was madness to miss you this much when you were only a door away, but he wasnt used to spending days away from you.

he reminded himself that you were right there with a bitter laugh.

he was trying not to be angry or disappointed with you, he knew that it wasnt fair to put you at the end of the blame when you didnt even know how he was feeling and that it wasnt fair for him to want you to stay with him of every second of every day. to ask for so much.

he turned toward the bedroom again and tried to drown his emotions in reading.

it wasnt really working, but at least when he was this far away from you he didnt feel like you were ignoring him.

at around noon, after hours of re-reading the same chapter over and over again and illusioning himself as his brother and throwing a fake hammer around, he finally decided that you needed lunch, at least. he decided that bringing lunch was a perfectly acceptable thing for a significant other to do.

(and hopefully, it wouldnt annoy you too much)

“my love,” he called, knocking on the door. “i’ve brought you sustenance”

you replied a quick ‘come in!’ and loki put a smile on his face, walking in the room deviously and grinning down at you in your chair.

“thank you, loki,” you whispered, kissing his cheek when he leaned to place the plate on your desk, rubbing a hand down his arm when you looked back at the screen in front of you.

loki tried not to preen too much at the touch.

“how are you, love?” he asked, bending down to stare at the screen with you. he didnt understand anything about it, but it was still fun to pretend. to include himself with you.

“oh, tired,” was all you said as you leaned over to type something yet again. loki frowned at your words and focused his attention on your face instead.

you looked perfectly normal, perfect and normal, he supposed. your eyes were bright and your face was blank, but still, loki was worried over your words.

“maybe you could take a break for lunch then?” he asked, bringing a hand to your face and tracing your jawline with his thumb. he was trying to sound casual, to not let the hope that you might concede slip.

“i wish i could,” you sighed and looked over at him with a smile, taking the hand that was on your face and placing a gentle kiss on his palm. he froze under the attention. “thank you, sunshine, for lunch. i adore you,” you kissed him again, and turned away.

his hand was still in the air, left behind.

your words were sweet. exactly what loki wanted to hear, really, but he heard the unspoken dismissal of his presence. he knew this was your way of asking him to leave, even if you didnt realize it.

he wanted to plead with you to let him stay.

he stood up instead, not letting the sigh escape his lips in the room with you, and headed toward the door. he touched the doorknob, feeling all the emotions building up in his chest. making their way through his body like a stampede.

it was all very much for him. this disappointment that he could barely hide anymore. the loneliness he knew he had to return to in the other room.

before he realized it, the words were slipping from his lips.

“have i done something wrong?” his usual teasing tone was there, his usual indicator for dramatics, but when you looked at him the look on his face was much more serious than his tone.

you frowned immediately, and loki scolded himself. “quite the opposite really, sweets. you just brought me lunch?”

“right, of course.” he nodded to go, but you stopped him.

“is there something wrong, loki?” you were turned towards him completely, concern tainting both your face and your tone. loki felt terrible like he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

he tried to put on a smile. “no, darling.”

but you werent easy to trick, he knew, and you scowled at him. “loki.” you were staring at him with your intimidating eyes now, only slightly soft because you were worried. even to a god, it was scary.

reluctantly, he nodded. avoiding your eyes now.

“come sit, sunshine,” you said, gesturing to the couch next to your desk. loki could hear the concern more now, stronger. he winced and took a seat.

after a few moments of silence and loki looking at the wall with furrowed eyebrows, you spoke first. “whats wrong?”

he sighed, feeling silly. you were supposed to be working and he was interrupting that with childish emotions that he could deal with himself. but still, he couldnt help but feel grateful at your asking.

“we havent been spending as much time together recently and..” he stopped, still avoiding his eyes to run a hand through his hair. “i suppose i’m feeling a bit..excluded? or maybe lonely?” he winced, sighed, looked like the perfect definition of regret. “i dont know” he said, almost silent.

but while loki was feeling ridiculous, you were looking upon him with something similar to horror in your eyes. terror at the thought of hurting him.

you were well aware that you’d been working more, the exhaustion every night made sure of it, but you hadnt realized that it was taking a toll on loki too, that he was... missing you while you were preoccupied.

you hadnt even considered it, really, when you longed to go watch a movie with him or have dinner together. your clinginess wasnt surprising, but loki?

he never seemed to mind space.

your brain took a few seconds to process it before you could speak again. “i’m so sorry, loki.” you were already pleading with him, begging for forgiveness.

how could you have disregarded him so much this week? you felt disgusted at the thought.

loki’s head snapped up in shock. he thought you might be tired with his admission, maybe even upset. not... regretful? he didnt expect to see this look on your face, one that was so disappointed, so loving.

“i didnt realize that you might be feeling lonely also, which is completely unthoughtful of me, i just thought that maybe-” you were gesturing with your hands, looking around the room rapidly as you used all your breath.

“you arent upset?” loki asked carefully, interrupting your rambling.

you paused, then blinked, looking at him curiously. he was serious, that much you could tell. he had that same frown on his face. you blinked again.

“upset?” you repeated, astounded. “why would i be upset?”

loki was just as confused as you now. he scratched his neck, looking down. “because i’m getting in the way of your work, interrupting you, being troublesome?” he said it as if he was trying to ring any bells in your head. he seemed sure of every word he spoke.

all you felt was more horror.

“your emotions are not interruptions or ‘troublesome’“ you mocked his accent, mostly with anger at yourself as you scowled at the floor. your words were harsh, but loki didnt flinch away. he still didnt understand.

“they aren’t?”

your eyes snapped up to his, guilt pouring from them. immediately, you jumped up from your chair, coming to sit next to him and taking his hand in yours. his face relaxed a bit at the feel of your touch. “of course they’re not, loki. if you’re upset i want to know. you and your feelings arent burdens on my day, i love you!” you promised him with strong eyes, with a strong grip on his hand.

it was probably the most important thing in the world to you that he knew this. that he didnt feel unwanted again.

“i love you too” he answered, quickly, before he even had the chance to think over your words.

he almost smiled when he did, proud of himself, of you, for seemingly no reason. you loved him.

it was nice to hear.

it was also nice to hear the softness in your voice, the sweet words, his name. it was nice to be sitting next to you.

he was hit was a sudden burst of longing, this time for something different.

he wished he would’ve talked to you days before, wished there was more he could do. if that had happened, he might’ve saved you both from some unwanted feelings. might’ve kept you from the sorrow that you still had on your face.

you were still upset, he knew.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so busy. that i havent spent enough time with you,” the words fell from your lips before you could stop them, despite the happy look on loki’s face. you still felt horrible, guilty for making loki feel anything but joy.

“its okay, darling, i know you have a lot of work to do.”

though his words were sweet, they only made you scoff.

“thats not an excuse.” you insisted, scowling again. “i havent been taking care of you,”

loki, who no longer felt disappointed or lonely, who was enjoying just the sound of your voice and feel of your skin, frowned with you. he didnt like the pain in your voice, the anger he could hear.

he really wasnt upset anymore, never upset with you, to begin with. he was only glad that you knew he’d missed you and that you seemed to feel the same. he was happy to see you away from your desk.

his brows furrowed.

then he smiled again, leaning in closer to you with an idea.

he lifted your face towards him with gentle fingers, admiring you before he spoke. “i know how i’d like you to make it up to me,” he said, smirking at you.

it was a familiar look. one you hadnt seen in far too many days.

“you do?” you asked him, forgetting your guilt for a moment while he stared at you.

he nodded, staring down at your lips. his damned smirk was glued to his face now, distracting you from anything besides him. “i rather think you’ll enjoy it..” he assured.

and then he kissed you, and guilt was the last thing on your mind.

the thing was: loki was already the perfect person for you.

*

[kittydcoxx]

Stay with Me.

KAEYA X READER.

Warnings: light angst/heartbreak but nothing bad (happy ending)

The tavern was as crowded as usual, and by that meaning almost completely baren for a rainy Wednesday afternoon. As you order a apple cider from Charles, the tavern door bell rings and you instinctively turn to check.

"Ah~ it is pouring out, I need a drink to combat the dissapointment of getting my fur cape wet."

Kaeya. Of course he wasnt the last person you'd expect to see open the tavern doors, he just wasnt much of a "afternoon delight" type drinker. Still, you stare as he tries to cooly swipe off the wet rain from his uniform as he walks towards the counter and takes a seat next to you.

"Well, well! Good afternoon y/n! What a suprise to see a beauty such as yourself here at this hour."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he turns to look straight ahead and run his fingers through his hair, not allowing time for you to respond before he has a drink in his hand.

"Afternoon Captain,"

You face him and smirk with the same intensity of flirty-ness as he just had.

"Of course you would be surprised to see me at this hour, you usually drink yourself to sleep before i order a evening drink."

You chuckle and look straight ahead and take a swig of your beverage, the confidence of your little witty come back replays as the cider burns your throat.

"Oh ho, well thats quite the attitude! I must ask, whats the purpose of this?"

"Hmm?"

"The occasion? I've never seen you drink three days in a row, I've been sober enough to pay attention to that."

The truth is, the last few days you've been at a bit of a crossroads. You know you and the Cavalry Captain share feelings, but you have a job offer in Natlan. This job is a dream to you, ever since you were a child. You could never dream of passing this opportunity, but you question if this possible romance could be the first significant one. You've been meaning to bring it up to him, but recently you just havent seen enough of him to bring up the subject. As a result, you turned to the more than occassional drink at the tavern to brighten your mood from the decision that faces you.

"Well then if you're interested, it actually... might concern you."

Your face is flushed red due to nerves, of course it doesnt directly concern him since nothing astronomical has occured in order to absolutely weigh your decision based on a man, but you didnt want to leave without warning.

"I see, well, we haven't..." His cheeks grow the slightest bit red as his eyes skip to look around then back at you.

"we haven't progressed to that yet, have we? I mean, you're not pregnant are you?"

"What?!" You're taken aback by the direct-ness of his statement, about the fact that he thought it could even have been a possibility. Was it confirming your suspicions of him returning feelings? "No, i- its not that! That is out of the question completely!" You yelp as you shake your hands as a frantic meaning of saying "Absolutely no way".

"Of course! of course.. i just figured i'd ask in case, but i guess drinking for a few days regularly isnt particularly healthy for a baby."

You roll your eyes and take another swig. Oh boy.

"It's actually more of an advice thing, i suppose."

"Ah~ well! lets discuss then, hm!" He happily takes a sip of his wine, his face surprisingly relieved.

"So? What do you need the great Master Kaeya's guidance on?" He smiles and giggles slightly.

"Actually, I'd like to take this outside."

"But its raining cats and-"

"Outside. please."

Your tone picks up more aggresively and he gets the memo. He takes one more sip of his beverage and you do the same with yours. You pay Charles and meet Kaeya right at the door.

"Get ready for the rain, sweetheart"

Your heart jumps as he grabs your wrist and swings open the door, pulling you with him down the street, stopping at a small archway behind a building, big enough to comfortably converse without being cramped or drenched.

"Now, where were we?"

"right.. well.." You look down and fidget with your thumbs, only to look back up at him and see him gazing into your eyes, examining your soul and what felt like your heart. Did he already know? It sure felt like it.

"I have a big decision to make, but i want to ask you before i come to a concrete decision."

He nods as a sign to continue talking, acknkowledging his position in helping you decide.

"I might have to move away. To natlan more specifically. I've recieved a dream~ job offer that i simply cant refuse, unless i was faced with new circumstances here in Mondstadt."

"Hm, And how do i play a role in this?" He asks as he folds his arms and leans back against the stone wall.

You explain to him his part, and he lets you talk until you are completely finished. you tell him your feelings, your worries, your doubts, and your hopes. Every single one that included him in the package. He looks at you sternly the whole time, but he looks hurt at the same time and you wonder why.

"Well, i honestly dont know what to say to this y/n. You know i cant leave Mondstadt if we were to persue eachother."

"I know."

"Then why bother telling me? Why not just leave, hm? Before damage could be done? before you told me all this, confirmed my hopes in our relationship but crushed it with the fact that you 'might' leave? You should have just spared me and left!"

He looks emotional and teary eyed, much more that you're used to seeing from a man who held such a cool composure 24/7. Have you hurt him that much? Does he hate you?

"I can always stay if you wan-"

"No. Its your dream job, and you shouldnt pass it off. I just cant promise that i'll wait for you."

He steps closer to you, inches from your face. His breath is warm and it contrasts with the cold rainy air. He slowly takes your hand and hold it in his, then lands a soft passionate kiss onto your lips. A few seconds of the kiss pass and he breaks for air and looks at you, making strong magnetic eye contact with you.

"Y/n, I can't wait for you."

"You dont have to. I can stay."

He runs his hands up your arms and grips firmly onto your shoulders and kisses you again, and when he pulls back he lets out a heavy sigh.

"There's no staying, just be safe. Please."

Your throat swells like a rock is stuck and your eyes burn hot along with your ears. You cant muster any words, you just stand there maintaining a sorrow eye contact for a few seconds.

As you both stare in silence, he slowly lets go of you, and as soon as his hands depart from yours, he turns and walks out and into the road. The further he walks and fades from your vision, the further you slide down the wall until your behind hits the wet floor as you curl up to your knees. Hard, Hot tears stream steadily down your cheeks as you hide your head in your knees, sobbing hard yet silently. Your heart aches and your stomach churns.

You want to run and look for him, grab him by the waist and embrace him in a hug from behind as you cry against his back, but he has already erased you from his plethora of memories as he sulks in his room with a drink. The night is weary and so are you. You walk home, replaying the scene in your mind over and over, and the instant you step into your home, you fall to your knees and sob once more.

You dont even close the door behind you. You cant do anything but cry, you had no idea you felt so strongly for Kaeya, but you had to put it all behind you.

He probably had.

What feels like an hour or two goes by and you barely made it to the couch, where you lay sprawled out, half on the couch and half not as you stare into empty space, thinking of nothing but everything at once. Why did his mood snap so quickly? Why did he cut you off? Was it self defense? What could he gain by pushing you away? You had no clue, but you didn't want to dwell on it and start crying again, so you just lay there trying to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a warm, slender hand grazes your back and rubs up and down softly.

"I'm sorry."

You jolt a little, but you dont get up immediately.

"How long have you been like this? Its almost night again y/n. Have you gotten up at all!? Your door was wide open, I was worried."

No response from you as you try to analyze the voice. It sounds like Kaeya, but you had remind yourself that he wanted nothing to do with you.

The man sighs and walks away. A hallucination for sure, you thought. The male comes back and lifts you by the shoulders. He sits on the couch and then lays your head onto his lap.

You look up and are met with blue eyes, one scarred and one as normal as you're used to seeing on him, though both glossy as if about to cry.

"Kaeya?"

"Mhm. Sit up Darling, you need to drink water."

You obey and sit close beside him, sipping the water he hands you with both hands on the glass like a child. He puts his arm around you and his hand on your head and gives you a soft yet quite long kiss on the head as you finish your water.

"Im sorry. We can work something out. I know that i shouldn't.. I can't push you away."

You dont fight his embrace as it gets firmer, and his body trembles slightly as if he is crying.

"Do you want me to stay?" you ask sheepishly.

"My dear, its up to you what you want. I'll follow you in whatever you decide. Im choosing to persue you, the rest is yours to seal."

"I want to stay." you state calmly.

"As you wish." He eyes your empty glass of water and gets up to pour you some more. When he comes back you sit against him again, and drink the glass empty, then put the glass on the coffee table and lay your head on his lap.  

"Sleepy?"

"Mhm.."

He chuckles and holds you as you fall asleep, giving you tender kisses all over your face. When you fall asleep, he carries you bridal style upstairs to your room and tucks you into your bed. For a moment he stands there and ponders leaving you to rest, but the guilt of the words he said yesterday and seeing your state today convinced him to stay at your side. He walks to the other side of the bed and crawls in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gives you one more peck before falling asleep.

You wake up once in the middle of the night to use the restroom, and when you come back to your room you're awake enough to process the fact that Kaeya was indeed in your bed. You crawl up into where you were in the bed before but this time facing him. You run your fingers along his face, feeling every bone and inch of his smooth skin, his tan beauty enhanced by the glow of the moonlight that peeked in through the window across the room from the bed. Your run your fingers down his hair and admire how his hair falls down his body. You've only been this close to him once, but never had you touched him like this. Your face was red and your smile was definitely pronounced, and as you stroke his cheek his eyes slowly open to see your expression.

"Good morning y/n~" he smiles and wraps his arms around you softly.

"How did you sleep?"

"Actually, its midnight."

"Oh, i see. Well, lets fall back asleep shall we? Or are you wide awake?"

You don't respond immediately but instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"Back to sleep.."

He chuckles and brings you closer to his body, rubbing your back and stroking your hair until you both are hazy and about to fall asleep.

"I love you..." you whisper, half aware of what you just said and half not.

He pauses for a second, then gently squeezes your body as if to be his response back.

"I love you too.." he whispers back, his words echo in your mind as you drift to sleep, your dreams filled with nothing but happiness and him. 

You would stay in Mondstadt, but occasionally take trips to Natlan for a few weeks, and would try to take Kaeya with you if he wasn't too busy. The two of you became inseperable, and quite the item for some time, the story of your romance left most who heard it in tears.

After every time you tell the story, he grips your hand and grabs your face softly making you look into his eye.

"I'm glad you stayed."

He says as he pulls you in for a tender kiss, which is usually embarrassing in public but you dont mind in this case, because it was of genuine emotion and not of his flirtatious teasing.

You really do love him.

NOTES!!!!!!!!!!!

This was my first fanfic LMAO