#tired of being terrified every waking moment that you're going to scream at me and berate me for no reason

[theladygazingatemptiness]

no shade but. @ [redacted]: why are you still here, exactly

[axailslink]

Should have been me

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: Riri is haunted by her memories of her father of her best friend and of queen Ramonda and she doesn't want you to be another haunting memory.

Snippet from the fic: “ You have seen Riri so vulnerable in your life of course you've seen her upset, jealous Maybe and even angry but this emotional. This is all new territory. ”

A/n: Enjoy a bit of realistic trauma

You've noticed Riri's tossing and turning while sleeping sometimes she wakes all the way up but she's silent so you never said anything or asked anything but tonight she's a lot more vocal. She's gasping and scratching at her throat as if she can't breathe and truthfully you don't know what to fucking do but panic instills in you when she starts to let out choked screams. You trip out of your bed and run to hers waking her as quickly as you can but you're terrified even more when she jumps up and grabs you by the neck and cries "Queen!"

You shake your head glancing down at her hands "Riri it's me your roommate/girlfriend that you're mad at right now and have been since you've gotten back from wherever the fuck you went" Riri sighs and loosens her hands from your neck "shit I'm sorry. I didn't mean to grab you like that it's just these fucking nightmares..." You nod waiting for her to further explain but she doesn't instead she pulls her cover over her sweaty body and turns on her side "I didn't mean to wake you." You shake her shoulder "hey no we're not going to do that whole shutting each other out thing stop doing that, please. I don't care if you were pissed at me for a fucking year I'm here. Talk to me." Riri turns and looks at you before signing "I don't think I can."

"Riri yes you can. All I know is you went missing for the longest time maybe two weeks your mom was worried as shit and you just came back like nothing happened. We got into the tiniest argument and you pushed me away I can't help but feel this all related." Riri sits up now staring at you "so what? This is all about you and me?" You raise a brow "no I never said that and that right there is you trying to push me away further but guess what I know you Ri. You think I haven't seen you rolling in your bed waking every other night gasping and on the verge tears? Because I have and on those nights you don't have those nightmares you're sighing of relief when you wake. I see your pain but I can't force you to talk to me about it."

Riri looks at you for a moment as she gets out of bed before turning her attention to her hands "I want to tell you I wish I could blame you and not because you did anything but maybe if I blame you it'll go away... The thought of her. The thoughts that remind me constantly that I woke up and she didn't." You don't know who "she" is but that doesn't matter right now not while Riri's on the verge of tears in front of you so you don't ask any questions instead you grab her in a tight, firm, well-needed hug. "Everyone around me dies I don't want that for you too. I don't. I can't. Y/n I'm tired of seeing death everywhere I go. First my Dad and best friend than a woman who was just trying to protect me. I lived and she didn't. I don't want that for you... I don't want you to be next." You nod as you hold her close to your chest letting your hands comfortingly rub up and down her back "I know." Riri's shaking violently all while trying to hold her tears back too but it's not helping much you can feel her falling apart in your arms and it's breaking you too. You can't handle the sound of her gasping and crying into your chest it's saddening to hear.

Riri's all over the place "I didn't mean to push you away I just cannot handle another death especially not yours but you don't understand it follows me like the fucking plague. All I can think about is her death... The dream starts with me choking on water not being able to breathe not being able to speak but when I can do those things again I see her lying next to me unresponsive. Dead." You carefully guide her over to the bed seeing as her knees are weakening "Riri why would you not tell me you had this on your chest? I would have understood. I would have listened." Riri shakes her head as she wipes her face.

"I didn't want to bother you" it's your turn to shake your head now as you both plop on her bed which Riri crawls further back onto and you're quick to follow behind "you have to remember it's not your fault..."

Riri snaps her neck at you "what?" You repeat yourself and Riri is full of tears again as she yells at you "it is my fault I was not fully conscious but I saw her come for me because I was drowning so yes it is my fucking fault and I should have died not her!" Anyone else will be upset with Riri's tone of voice but what does it matter? She means no harm to you so you simply grab her hand comfortingly and pull her into your lap "you can't blame yourself for living. If she died it was her time you woke up because you're still...You still have to live. I know you don't feel like it right now but I promise she would want you alive."

You have never seen Riri so vulnerable in your life of course you've seen her upset, jealous maybe, and even angry but this emotional? No, this is all new territory. So you do what you can you ask no questions and you hold her for as long as she needs which ends up being all night but you make no fuss.

<3 <3 <3 ʀɪʀɪ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ

sɯɐıllıM ıɹıᴚ <3 <3 <3

When Riri wakes she turns her head to you seeing you half awake and staring at her "you missed your morning class" you nod as you run your hands over your face "I tried leaving you just tightened your grip so I stayed it seemed like you needed comfort." The right corner of Riri's mouth lifts into a gentle smile "damn I love you" you hum in response "I know you do because I love you too but if this needs to stop or we need a break because you've got a lot on your mind and all of that I can de-" Riri shakes her head immediately "no" you raise your brows in confusion "I'd be a really big dumbass if I say I can give you all my love and attention right now because I know I can't. I care for you I love you and I need you but I don't want to drag you with me through the hell I'm currently feeling. If you want to stay and help me through this that's fine but it's also fine if you don't-" you let her ramble about until she feels she's said all she can. When she finally stops speaking you nod "Riri I'm not going anywhere. I'm not. So stop that I'm not dying and I'm not leaving alright?"

Riri can't even give you a grunt of reassurance because she doesn't believe it but with your help and comfort, she's more than willing to try.

A/n: Look look before y'all hate me for sad shit I just have to say Riri would definitely have some fucked up hate for "death." Alright, I'm done back to my cutesy flirty shit. *poorly edited watching TV 🤷🏾‍♀️*

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[koishua]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ─── 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

in which, he takes you out to have fun, perhaps for the last time

"oh my gosh! look at that thing there!" you point at the large and overbearingly tall ride that seemed to swoop down into the ground with how fast it rotates on a 360° angle.

jungwon hugs his jacket closer to his body after adjusting your thick collar, puffs of white escaping his mouth. he fumbles around with the small zipper with his glove-clad fingers. the tufts of hair framing his babyish features brush against his lashes, tired eyes roaming around the crowded space despite the cold weather.

"are you sure that this is really where you want to spend your day out?" you nod firmly, clasping an arm around his puffy coat to pull him along as hard as you could to catch up with the long line growing by the second.

the smile on your face was enough evidence and jungwon sighs, perfect lips painted by the most tender of smiles, much too knowing for an eighteen year old, some would say. he jogs alongside your out of breath form, half supporting and half being dragged along by you, "we're not allowed to go on that monster, though! remember the rules."

you purse your lips, groaning at his words, "who cares what they said? you only live once, am i right or am i right?"

that stings whatever was beating inside the cage called his chest at that moment. the tall boy takes you by your hand, fingers weaving perfectly in between each other comfortably. "we are riding this one first. nothing too exciting, okay?"

you sigh, "okay, fine."

jungwon sniggers, lightening up the solemn mood with a nudge on your elbow, "for your information, i happen to be terrified of this stuff, so you will have to babysit me throughout this entire thing."

you snort, sitting comfortable on the seat that had been suspended by chains to an umbrella-like structure to spin you around 20 feet in the air like a giant rotating swing. "you're literally my assigned sitter, basically. i don't think things work the other way around, bud."

the operator announces the start of the ride through the loudspeakers and jungwon clutches your hand for dear life as you feel the ground beneath your feet cease to be there. "sure, go ahead. take every opportunity you see to hold my lovely hand, loverboy."

your teasing goes pretty much unnoticed by said boy, save for the light tint of pink dusting his cheeks, eyes looking anywhere but yours.

"don't worry, won." he takes a timid peak to his side as he sits there, suspended so high above the ground, to analyze the faraway look on your face.

"because before you know it," the ride comes to a creaking stop at the very top and jungwon hears the machinery whirring to life as you slowly start in a slow circle around the trunk of the giant pole.

"you'll be flying."

maybe it was the height getting to him with your words— the adrenaline and excitement that put the tears to line on his lower lids, but the matter was, his heart hurt. his heart crumbles into shambles for the infinith time.

maybe he shouldn't have befriended you all those years ago. it would have surely saved him from the fears he had been facing for the past year, from the terror of waking up to a morning without you.

he holds your hand and he holds it tight out of fear— not of the height, but of the dread that one day, soon, he would have to let these fingers go and move on.

he holds your hand tight as you spread your other free one high in the open space, emulating the flight of an aeroplane, the blue and wonderfully clear skies serving as the prettiest of backgrounds for the real object of attention on the canvas— you.

jungwon's heart beats painfully against his chest again and he clenches his eyes shut to scream as loud as his lungs would allow him to, his vocal chords ripping, almost.

one day, soon, he would have to let go of this hand of yours and stand all alone before the gates of the dream university you both had dreamt of attending together, hoping that you were up there, guiding— pushing him from his back to take his first steps forward towards a future without your smiles, laughter, and presence.

towards a future where he continued on forward and you slept eternally, right there behind the black, dreary gates that served as a cage for hundreds of other grey headstones.

one day, soon, he would have to bring you your favourite flowers, not to propose, but to ask how it was up there where the angels lived and talk about his days.

one day, soon, he would have to just have to let you go.

and so he screams.

he screams until he feels his throat aching, raw and painful, begging for him to stop. he screams until he feels the burn in his lungs and feels your weirded out stare at his handsome profile. he screams until the only thing he can feel is just that irritation in his body. he screams to drown his fears away.

he screams to forget about the fact that his love would be the first one to go. he screams to forget about the fact that this is your last day of going out of that stuffy white room of yours in the fifth floor of the hospital, where you had spent so many months in.

he screams to forget about the fact that he was going to have a future where you were not going to be by his side. he screams to forget about the fact that his heart was bleeding and he screams to let fate know how much he fucking hated it.

he screams out of fury and agony. he screams, because he is in pain and he is angry. he screams for vengeance and he screams and begs for the world to just let him go with you, for he does not think he could stand the fact that he would be waking up for the rest of his life without you to greet him every morning to brighten his weeks.

yang jungwon screams, because he is terrified.

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[dreambones]

For the writing prompt: "I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake." With Foxy and Starling (pizzaplex edition).

Me: I don't like writing angst.

Also me: *Sprints to write this because I have the perfect scenario*

TW For blood and injury :)

Has her body always felt this heavy? Starling blinked a couple of times, everything around was dark and blurry. A groan leaves her lips, it hurts, bad, while at the same time she feels numb, disconnected from her body. Despite that, there was only one concern running through her head, she had to know if he was ok.

“Foxy?”

God she sounds awful, her voice cracks and she can’t even be sure it was above a whisper. But the animatronic hears her perfectly, frozen next to her, crouched on the floor while his system is done rebooting, blocking out whatever the hell had gotten into his coding.

Foxy body twitches, and slowly, his vision turns back to normal, flooding with pop up alerts he shoves to the side, unable to deal with them at the moment.

He feels as if he had woken up from a vivid dream where a stranger kept control over his body, pulling invisible strings. But it was no dream, he knew that, he kept screaming at himself from the back of his head to stop, fighting to regain control as he was forced to be a front seat spectator of his worst nightmare.

For the first time after waking up, he focused on Star, another urgent alert warning him of the gravity of the intern wounds and the need of immediate medical attention.

He did this, this was his fault, because he couldn’t fight it off, fight him off.

“Mouse… I’m sorry I am sorry please…”

Star recognizes the fox’s voice, he even dropped the pirate lingo, he must be truly worried, she doesn’t want that. The pirate moves closer, hands hovering above her body, afraid to touch her, to make it even worse, was it even possible to make it worse? Before his eyes flashes her terrified expression before his fangs sunk into the skin on her shoulder, crushing the clavicle bone with an ease that was terrifying, the deafening crack stuck in his memory.

“He-hey Captain, nice to see you back to normal”

Star wants to lift her hand and pat that crooked snout of his, but the motion shoots a wave of pain from the tip of her fingers to the center of her chest.

Foxy scanner is going crazy, unable to focus on a single one of Starling wounds, not knowing where to start. Where was the blood coming from? How could he touch her without doing further damage to the broken bones?

He tries to connect to the Pizzaplex communication system and send a message to the others.

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

He clenches his jaw close, metal teeth clicking with the force. The thought of leaving Starling there and running for help crosses his mind, the others should be at their rooms already, and if not, Vanessa should be arriving soon for the night shift.

The thought is discarded far out the window when he sees Star slowly closing her eyes, body shaken by tremors every now and then.

With clumsy movements, he takes his jacket off and tosses it on top of her body, hoping it helps fight off some of the maintenance tunnels cold.

“C’mon mouse, I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake”

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

The shadow of a touch caresses her cheek, she instinctively leans closer to it, finding comfort in the contact among the numbness and screaming pain. Foxy gulps a non-existent lump, but the tightness inside his throat doesn’t go away.

“‘m sorry Foxy, I’m kinda exhausted”

Star sounds distant, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Slow and careful, as if handling the most fragile glass, Foxy slides an arm under her neck, minding his claws, frustrated by not being able to cradle her face to comfort her, the hook on his right never felt more dangerous than now.

Star never felt so small in his arms, he never felt more useless.

Incapable of keeping her awake, the animatronic internal machinery whirs loud as she closes her eyes and stays like that.

“Mouse”

He presses the point of his nose to her face, nudging carefully. There’s no response.

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

“...Starling…?”

He brushes her cheek with his snout again, wanting a reaction, any reaction, anything but her body going limp in his arms.

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Why is no one replying?

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Please

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Anyone

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Help

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

pls do part two of “you're everything you once hated” 🥺

Alright! I originally wasn’t going to do a Part 2 of this but a few people have asked so here you go! 😙

You’re Everything You Once Hated | Suguru Niragi

PART 1 | PART 2

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC, Ann, Tatta, Hatter, Kuina)

Summary: You attempt to escape Niragi to replenish your visa by yourself, but he catches you and makes sure you won’t do it again

Warnings: (okay here we go) blood, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, obsessive themes, suggestive themes, graphic violence/torture, needles, being held hostage, deranged behaviour, reader is traumatised, implications of a panic attack, dehumanisation (kind of?), mention of amputation, mention of suicide, guns, knives, reader sees a corpse, minor character death

Word Count: 4.6k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: this is quite heavy and messed up, so I recommend people under 15 don’t read this

The young man leant against the large building, holding a small rose in his sweaty palms as he waited for you to arrive from your after school class. He winced as the thorns slightly caught on his olive skin. He sighed and craned his neck back to rest on the wall behind him. No matter how much he attempted to distract himself, the rate his heart was beating kept bringing the nausea to his stomach.

The sky was painted a soft mix of orange and pink as the sun began to fall asleep below the horizon. Valentine’s Day couldn’t have created a more romantic atmosphere for Niragi, he couldn’t mess it up now or he would let cupid down himself.

“What the hell am I even doing?” he questioned himself, wiping his brow with the back of his wrist. “She probably doesn’t even see me this way. We’ve been best friends for years, if she felt something she would’ve told me by now, right?”

He was stressing himself out, continuing the doubt whether his idea was good or not. He was considering dropping the rose and just walking away, being too afraid of the reality that he had been in love with you for years and had never been able to voice it. He felt embarrassed about himself, making his head fill with insecurities and doubts.

His phone vibrating in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts. Niragi reached into his blazer and pulled out his device, noticing a text from you.

‘I’m on my way,’ it read.

He heard your footsteps around the corner and straightened himself up, letting out a sigh to relieve tension. He knew there was no going back now, so he had no choice but to go ahead with his confession.

Just as he was about to turn the corner to meet you, he noticed a male voice that echoed yours, making him freeze in his tracks. He kept himself pushed against the wall, trying to listen to what you were saying.

“I mean, movies are cheap at the moment. Do you want to go see one together?” Niragi heard the boy say. His heart sank at the males words and his hand holding the rose fell from his chest to drooping towards the ground.

Your voice, that was all too familiar to Niragi, answered him. “Sure! I’m busy this afternoon, but I’m free this weekend on Saturday.”

Saturday. Niragi frowned. You and him always went to the park together every Saturday to have a picnic together. You wouldn’t forget about that, would you?

His disappointment turned into anger suddenly. The exhilarating emotions filled his mind and heart so quickly, it took him off guard. As his hand twitched slightly, he shook his head to remove the thoughts from his head.

“Okay, I’ll send you a text later to talk about times and stuff,” the boy said. Niragi’s curiosity got the best of him and he peeked his head around the side of the building to catch a glance of who you were with. He wished he didn’t.

It was one of the young kids that picked on him in Science class, which you weren’t in. Niragi felt betrayed, but tried to reassure himself that you just didn’t know what this guy was really like.

“Bye Y/N,” the boy muttered shyly, making Niragi fume at his fake behaviour. ‘He obviously is just trying to get in her pants,’ Niragi thought to himself, jaw clenching in annoyance at your blindness.

The boy leaned close to you and left a soft kiss on your forehead making you smile and wave happily as he walked away. As soon as he disappeared up the stairs a few metres up, Niragi leant back so you couldn’t see him.

He felt tears building in his eyes, so he quickly wiped them away before you found him. He jumped as he saw you turn the corner, hiding the rose he held behind his back.

“Hey Niragi!” you exclaimed, having the same gorgeous smile that you always conveyed around him. Usually the small action would make him melt into the ground. But at that moment, he didn’t think anything you did could make him feel better.

“You okay?” you asked, leaning close to his face with your eyebrows raised. His heart beat picked up, noticing how your lips were only a few inches away from his. He turned his face to the side, hiding his blush. “Yeah, I’m just tired,” he lied through his teeth.

As he kept up his innocent façade, small droplets of blood slowly drizzled down his wrist from the tight fist enveloping the thorned rose. His confined anger flowed through the blood that spilled from the cuts in his palm, but he didn’t feel a pinch of pain through his tensed muscles.

Perhaps one day, the world would give him another chance to show his love for you.

***************

You woke with a start as someone busted through the door of the room, looking around in a panic at who would enter so suddenly. Your eyes widened as you caught sight of Niragi, stumbling into the room with his usual sniper rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry love, did I wake you?”

You stayed silent, sitting up properly and watching his movements closely. You didn’t trust a single thing he did or said, so you still remained on high alert whenever he was in this room alone with you, despite the fact you had been sharing the room with him for three days.

“You getting hungry? I brought some food up last night for you while you were asleep,” he said, placing his rifle on a small table. You watched as it collided with the wooden surface, flinching at the loud noise.

You hadn’t been able to leave the room since your injury. You had been shot in the foot by an overly sensitive militant woman who you weren’t even sure was still alive after the beating Niragi gave her in front of you. His behaviour during that time alone was enough to you terrified, especially the fact that it is impossible to run from him now.

But the lack of movement on your foot has proven to help and you have noticed the bullet wound healing quite well. The ointment and bandages you apply regularly on it (no help from Niragi) has been working perfectly, and you were praying for the moment you could move your stuff back to your own room and escape Niragi’s unpredictable and psychotic behaviour around you.

As if he read your mind, Niragi spoke up. “How’s your foot? Is it getting better?”

The sweet tone in his voice was so contradictory to his intentions. You hated the fact that he thought you fell for his fake façade. To be honest, he probably knew you didn’t believe him, but continued with it to keep you on your toes.

You glared at him through the top of your eyelids, keeping your head low in suspicion. As Niragi sighed from your unresponsive behaviour, he strutted over towards the bed that you were laying on. You panicked and used your arms to push yourself away from him, being terrified of his presence alone. Spending only a few days with him was enough to make you realise how despicable of a human being he actually was.

“Shh, calm down. It’s just me,” he attempted to calm you.

You froze as he sat on the bed nearby your legs. A pained expression grew on your face as he slowly lifted your injured foot to place it gently on his lap, running his hand carefully over the bandage you had applied before going to sleep.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, glancing up at you. You shook your head no, watching as he smirked slightly and turned back to it.

“I’m going to have a look at it,” he demanded, beginning to unravel the bandage on your foot.

You remained still, watching as he was unusually careful. It made your adrenaline run rapid, not knowing when he was going to suddenly snap.

As he pulled the final layer off your foot, relief filled you when you saw that it was still fine. The injury had turned into a small hole in the top of your foot, no blood or redness in sight. Maybe perhaps you could walk again soon, and be able to replenish your visa that was due to end in a few days.

Unfortunately, Niragi wasn’t as happy about this knowledge, and he intended to do something about it.

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought, leaning over to the night stand and picking up a small unwashed needle that he had kept there. It was left there by Ann a few days ago, as she had to come to the room to stitch up a cut that Niragi had obtained during a game.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him holding the needle close to your bullet wound. “W-Wait, Niragi,” you stuttered, nervous about his intentions. “What are you doing?”

Niragi glanced up at you, a devilish smirk painted across his face. His expression made your stomach churn and you attempted to pull your leg from his grip. Your heart rate picked up and you began to panic when he refused to let go.

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt much. Just... try not to scream.”

Just as you were about to protest, Niragi pinned your foot onto his lap and pushed the tip of the needle as hard as he could into your bullet wound, making you let out a silent scream and thrash in his hold.

You screamed and screamed and screamed, a horrific pain continuously shot through your foot to your leg. You swore at some point it felt like he was cutting your foot off.

“NIRAGI!” you wailed. “STOP! PLEASE!”

You begged and begged through your cries of pain. After what felt like a century, Niragi pulled the needle out of your foot slowly and placed his hand over the wound to attempt to stop the bleeding. You were now lying on your back, sobbing lightly into the sheets and given up.

You felt Niragi caress your face with the back on his hand lightly. “My little princess needs to stay here, where I can keep her safe. You can’t leave. There’s horrible monsters at The Beach and I would hate for you to fall prey to one of them.”

You felt like screaming at him. How could he be so blind, so ignorant. He was the monster, and he failed to realise it.

He placed your leg off his lap, making you let out a small cry. Niragi crawled further up the bed next to you and sat on the sheets. You were facing away from him, not even daring to turn to look at him. You could hear him unbuttoning his checkered shirt, seeing it fly over your frame and land on the floor. A shiver made its way up your spine as Niragi’s hot breath hit the nape of your neck and his warm limbs snaked around your torso. He placed his hands underneath your shirt and softly caressed the skin of your stomach whilst nipping at the skin on your neck.

“You’re so pretty. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you over these years.”

His words sounded so loving, so sweet. But your reaction was the opposite of what he wanted. A slow, sorrowful tear traveled down your face and you began shaking in his embrace in fear of having him so close. You wanted to close your eyes and wake up back home, back in your own bed with your family’s hushed conversations spread throughout the house. This wasn’t home, this was absolute hell.

“Why are you shaking? Are you cold?” your tormentor asked. He removed his hands from underneath your shirt and pulled on your shoulders to make you turn over to face him. You kept your eyes shut tight, refusing to submit to his demands.

He pulled you close once again and placed his hand on the back of your head to push your face into his bare chest. Niragi’s usual smell of blood and metal filled your nostrils, making you grimace against him.

You continued to shake, not being able to control your movements. Niragi sighed, tucking his chin on the top of your head and nuzzling into your hair, taking a breath of the all too familiar scent of the shampoo you’ve always used for your hair. How you managed to find the exact one in the Borderland was beyond his understanding.

The smell made him feel at home. The comfort he found in you was too strong for him to handle, making him become deranged at the thought of you being back in his arms. It scared him, how much he actually depended on you to keep him happy.

And while he continued to hold you close and smile happily at the feeling of your soft breath against his chest, he failed to notice the continuous flow of tears that cascaded down your face and the shaking of your hands that gripped the top of your own thighs violently, trying to realise the tension of the adrenaline in your veins.

************

You had had enough.

Niragi did nothing but put you through absolute torture and trauma no matter how much you attempted to reason with his psychotic self. Bruises littered your body from his usual violence, committing to the awful promise that he was going to make sure you couldn’t leave the room.

You were imprisoned. It felt as if you were trapped in a cage that had the easiest lock in the world to pick, only you didn’t have hands to unlock it.

So two days after the needle incident, you decided you were going to escape, even if it killed you.

You had to replenish your visa, considering it ended the next night. You feared that Niragi would just leave you to die, not caring about your visa, so you had to take it upon yourself.

You may have had an infected bullet wound and a nearly crushed spirit, but you weren’t going to let this be your end. You had to at least try.

*************

“Oi, I’m leaving now,”

You shifted your eyes from your hands resting in your lap to the tall, deranged man who stood at the door of your room. He had his usual black and white buttoned shirt on, charcoal hair tied up at the top to keep it out of his face and his relaxed hand tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans. You almost felt disappointed. How could such a handsome man be wasted by such a horrific mentality.

He carried his loaded sniper rifle in his arm, fiddling with the trigger as he awaited an answer from you.

You nodded your head and turned back to your hands, twiddling your thumbs nervously. You stayed frozen as you heard his footsteps make their way over to you.

Niragi lifted your chin with a harsh grip to your jaw and smashed his lips onto yours. You closed your eyes tightly in discomfort, feeling his desperate lips bite over yours hungrily. It made you feel sick to your stomach.

He pulled away, your lips connected by a string of saliva, making him chuckle. “I’ll be back kitten. Maybe I’ll bring you back a present,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows.

You nodded once again. You knew what he meant. Perhaps an amputated hand of one of your friends? Or the eye of a seeker/hunter to remind you of the “monsters” he’s hiding you from? At this point, you were desensitised to it.

The feeling on his lips on your head brought you from your thoughts. He softly stroked his hand through your hair, tucking slightly on the ends, making you wince.

“Stay here, and don’t answer the door if someone knocks.”

And with that, he left. You stayed completely still for a few minutes, waiting in case he decided to come back just to torment you further.

After you were sure he was completely gone, you shifted to the edge of the bed and swung your legs over the edge to stand up. You had practised walking around the room on your injured foot for the past few days when Niragi wasn’t there, so you had grown used to the random aches that shot up your leg from your bullet wound while walking.

You waddled to the door, slowly swinging it open and grabbing the small knife that sat on the table nearby. You had to have some kind of weapon in case something was to happen.

As you stepped outside, a few people were still making their way down the halls towards the lobby. You noticed a young man that you had somewhat befriended when you first arrived at The Beach named Tatta. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, a smile growing on his face.

“Y/N! Where have you been?!” he exclaimed excitedly, running to you and throwing his arms around you in a playful embrace. You grimaced at his loud voice, being afraid of a certain someone potentially hearing him say your name.

“Hey Tatta,” you said back, giving him a right hug. You swore you felt like you could’ve cried in his arms from how deprived you were from normal human interaction without the fear of being assaulted.

“Are you coming to the games tonight?” he asked, pulling back from the hug and keeping a hand on your shoulder. You nodded. “Can I stick with you?” you asked with hope in your eyes. Tatta smiled and hit your arm lightly. “Of course! I’d feel better going with someone I knew.”

You agreed and began walking down the hall towards the lobby together in a comfortable. Tatta failed to notice you being more cautious, checking around corners before you turned and whipping your head around to glance behind you every now and then.

************

Just your luck, a ten of spades. You swore the world just wanted you dead. At that point, you had become used to the never-ending bullshit that was thrown your way.

You clawed your way to the table that held the card. Holding the single piece of cardboard between your fingers had never felt more satisfying. You slid down against the wall near the registration area, limbs shaking from the muscle strain you faced during the game. Tatta knelt in front of you, rubbing your knee in an attempt to comfort you, but nothing he could do would make you feel better.

Back at The Beach, you sat in the lobby on one of the leather couches, rubbing your foot to try and ease the aching pain coming from your wound. You had heard when you arrived back that the executives had called a meeting, so you weren’t too worried about running into Niragi.

You closed your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, rolling your head back to rest against the couch. Moments like that were complete bliss. For a moment, you were able to forget your current situation.

A sudden hand on your shoulder ripped you from your meditation, and you turned your head to see none other than Kuina with a red face and heavily breathing from running. “Hey Y/N,” she started. You sat up and turned around fully to face you.

“The executives want you in the meeting. They heard you collected a high number card and they need you to deliver it.”

Your heart dropped at her words, realising what was coming for you. You had to walk into that meeting room, where Niragi stood. He was going to find out about your little adventure you had without him knowing. Adrenaline filled your senses from the thought of what he was going to do to you.

You slowly stood up, wiping your sweaty hands on your shorts and checking your card was still in the front pocket. You gulped heavily and nodded to Kuina. “Okay, I’ll head there now.”

Every step towards the meeting room was another towards hell. The more stairs you climbed, the more nausea filled your stomach, the more thoughts filled your head. You were seriously just considering throwing yourself off the roof of the hotel, as that seemed like a better option than facing Niragi.

You arrived in front of the double doors, freezing in your path. You don’t know how long you stood there, sighing shakily and attempting to crack your knuckles to relieve tension. But still, as you lifted your hand to push on the large wooden door, your arm shook like a leaf.

You trudged in, hearing the room fall silent at your entry. You refused to look up from the ground, keeping your widened eyes locked to the carpeted ground until you reached the end of the table.

“Ah, Y/N. Finally! Care to show your card?” you heard Hatter ask. You glanced up and caught sight of all the executives gathered around the table on chairs. One of which was of course Niragi.

You locked eyes with the psychotic man, and your stomach dropped when you saw the scowl on his face. He was staring directly into your soul, eyes hardened with anger and unforgiveness. If looks could kill, you would’ve been on the floor dead before you even made it to the table.

You focused on the task at hand and pulled the card from your pocket, placing the somewhat damaged ten of spades on the table. Hatter reached over and held it close to his face to examine it as everyone watched. Well, everyone except Niragi, who held his piercing gaze on you. You swore you could feel him burning holes through your skin.

“Hmm,” Hatter hummed in approval. “Thank you very much Y/N, that will be all,” he said, making a shooing movement towards you.

You nodded and thanked him before quickly walking out of the room. As soon as you stepped out, you broke into a sprint towards you and Niragi’s shared room.

You had to leave the room before the meeting finished. You feared the absolute worse.

When you arrived at the room, you ripped open the door and scrambled inside, groaning at the pain your foot was in. You didn’t have a choice, you had to hurry.

You made your way to the large closet, immediately reaching for the top shelf to pull down the miniature machine gun that Niragi stored up there as a spare. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to know about it, but you managed to spot him tucking it underneath the clothes at some point.

As you were shuffling around the cupboard trying to find some bullets desperately, annoyed and stressed sighs and gasps leaving your mouth, you froze when the sound of the door opening hit your ears. Immediately assuming the worst, you grabbed the door of the cupboard and closed yourself inside, attempting to enveloped yourself in the piles of clothes and resources.

The keyhole in the door of the cupboard allowed you to have a small space to look through. You closed one eye and glanced through the hole, spotting Niragi placing his sniper rifle on the bed and untying his hair, running his hands through it in stress.

You didn’t dare even breath, keeping all your limbs tucked close so you didn’t knock over anything. You were so afraid that Niragi would even hear the sound of your heart beating, as it was as loud as a drum in your own ears.

You grimaced as a sudden putrid smell filled your nose. The smell of fresh flesh that you were all too familiar with from living in the Borderland. You turned around in the cupboard and moved to the side so the light of the keyhole would at least somewhat illuminate the small space. The sight in front of you was enough to make you throw up.

There sat Tatta (or at least, Tatta’s remains), empty eyed and leaning against the back of the cupboard. Bullet holes littered his once kind face, probably counting eight at least. You covered your mouth in horror, letting out a loud cry at the sight, pushing your legs against the ground to scramble away from your dead friend.

Once again, just like the other day during the needle incident, you screamed and screamed and screamed. You fell backwards out of the closet, curling into a small ball and screeching into your palm in horror at the now clearer sight of your friend’s corpse. 

Everything was crumbling around you. Your voice was being ripped to shreds at the back of your throat. Your mind was falling apart, not being able to handle the traumatising events that you’ve faced, breaking and tearing itself apart. Your body was broken. Bruises and scars scattered your frame like an artwork, each one holding a connected traumatic event.

Niragi sat on the bed, watching as you screamed on the ground over by the corner of the room, tears sliding down his tanned cheeks.

What had happened to you? Why did you change so much in these few years?

Niragi slowly stood and made his way over to your shaking frame, hooking his arms underneath your shoulders and knees to lift you bridle style. He smiled sadly down at your shivering frame, not being able to control your rapid movements.

“Aw baby, you’re a mess,” he cried, a sob escaping his mouth halfway through his sentence.

He brought you back over to the bed, crawling on his knees to the centre of the mattress and crossing his legs to lay you in his lap with your head tucked into the crook of his elbow.

He brushed your hair with his fingers, trying to ease your breathing as you kept your eyes tightly shut in fear. “I tried to warn you. Look what happened,” he chuckled through his tears, motioning his head over towards the cupboard. “Do you like your present? I saw you walking with him on your way back to the hotel and thought it would be perfect. Why don’t you like it?”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him with fear all written all over your face. You didn’t dare move from his embrace, being too afraid.

Niragi smiled as he caught sight of your glistening eyes, reaching a hand up and stroking his thumb along your cheek. “You’re so pretty,” he breathed out, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

You brought your shaking hands up and rubbed your face before finally speaking up. “I want to go home,” you desperately whispered, turning your head and pressing your face against Niragi’s clothed chest. He watched as you brought your hand up and gripped the material of his shirt in your fist tightly, conveying anger and stress through your grip.

“You are home kitten,” he states, rubbing his cheek against your head. “I’m your home. I always have been.”

He wasn’t lying to you, and that was the pill that was hard to swallow. Niragi had been your source of comfort for so long, and for once in your life, it felt foreign to lay in his arms and to look into his night eyes.

Oh how weird it felt to look at something that conveyed such sweetness, such delicacy and such empathy, only for it to be utterly ruined by its environment.

You’d like to think that it wasn’t either of your faults. But in the end, it doesn’t depend on the environment, it depends on how you react to it.

Neither of you were perfect, but you were both incredibly different. It never would’ve worked between the two of you, and being in the Borderland did nothing but strengthen that fact. In the end, your differences would either tear you apart from each other emotionally, or you would tear each other apart limb from limb.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’m back to finishing off the fanfic requests that have been sent to me because I finished all the prompt scenarios. I won’t be doing another part to this because I honestly struggled for so long trying to figure out a plot for this one 😭 But anyway thanks so much for your patience. I’ll be uploading these fanfics as quick as I can! ❤❤

Small addition to this fanfic talking about Niragi’s motives and intentions

[sjpinkman]

The Myth of the Chimera

The lights are dim outside my closed eyelids. It was customary every morning, as I usually leave the curtains tightly closed before going to bed. What was really strange was the fact that I had to strain to open my eyes. You know when you drink the amount you would knock down an elephant but I hadn't done any of that and I wasn't even tired of my routine. After all, my routine is not the same as before, as many, many months ago. Basically bed, laptop, bed, and sometimes, kitchen. My eyes opened and the dim light didn't come from the huge window that looked out onto the balcony but from the pair of yellowed lamps that were in the right corner of my room and barely lit the room.

So it was still night. I woke up one more time at night. And don't start thinking that I have insomnia or something, the 10 hours of sleep are well covered, the problem is when you sleep at 8 a.m.. I managed to fully open my eyes despite the difficulty. I felt a little dizzy and a strong thirst. I tried to move and from that point nothing made sense anymore. Something stopped me from moving my arms. My wrists felt pain from the movement. Automatically my gaze fell on the black handcuffs that hugged my wrists tightly. Another sleep paralysis. If I tried to calm down, I would wake up to reality in a few minutes.

"So, you finally woke up."

I tried not to look in the direction of the voice, usually, in sleep paralysis, a big demon or ghost be on top of you calling, weighing you down.

"Closing your eyes won't make me disappear."

The same voice spoke. It was really close to me and I didn't want to look. That's when my bed sank a little beside me and I instinctively looked. A scream caught in my parched throat at what I saw in front of me. Even in the dim lighting the woman's outline was well defined, her hair too dark and straight. She would be a complete ghost if the sheen of the black silk robe that covered most of her body didn't reflect the light waves. It felt real.

"You're thirsty?" The woman said, looking at me.

And I was, but this was weird for sleep paralysis and the thought of it being real terrifies me more than any evil spirit. The scream returned to my throat, it didn't take long to get out.

"Who are you? This is real? I’m still dreaming, right?” The words came out with perfect pronunciation but my lips felt heavy like my eyes.

"Oh, you're not dreaming" the woman smiled devilishly. "I'm waiting for you to wake up so we can start playing."

She got up from the bed and walked towards the various switches next to the big tv that was in front of my bed. The white lights came on and my eyes burned. That situation became more and more real, my heart began to race. Who was that crazy woman in my room?! Inside my home?!

“Get out of my house, immediately” I tried to be serious and authoritative as if I wasn't afraid of it all. The biggest fear of any famous person is having their house invaded and being hurt, robbed, or killed. This has happened before with countless famous people, it was a real danger. Despite the fear, I was never found in that situation, besides I was handcuffed. Yes, in the meantime I felt the pressure on my ankles. And I knew I was immobilized, helpless.

"If you think a little bit more, you know that bossy voice won't work as much as you want, but relax, I won't do you any harm," the woman said with the TV remote in her hand pointing to the off-screen as comfortably as if that environment didn't was new to her. “I like to start by seeing something, to make you more comfortable. Do you like porn? A girly thing?”

“What?” What was happening? I really think I'm still dreaming or is someone playing a prank on me? The other members had already done this to me once and I wasn't stupid, not to have realized that it would be another moment of my life recorded, but I'm clueless this time. “Just get out of my house, you crazy!”

“I'm anything but crazy, honey” she said smiling, so openly.

“Really? Why are you talking about porn then? I don't even know you, you don't even know me! We...”

“Oh, come on, tell me. I can choose something else” the woman, who was on her back, turned to me and I could see her face from the front with the lights on for the first time. If this wasn't a dream, maybe it was a play. No, I didn't want to believe that crazy woman who broke into my house was so… beautiful. That's not convenient now, right? Someone call the police, please. She changed her carefree face to one of 'i got it'. "I already know! You like hentai, don't you? I never make mistakes.”

And she wasn't wrong, but I would never admit that out loud to anyone. And why was she talking about that? Shit. Shit. Shit.

"You're not going to say anything anyway, so..." she huffed and shrugged. “Blue pill or red pill?”

“Does my opinion matter here?” I asked, sarcastically. Even at those times, I couldn't control it. The devilish grin returned and I automatically regretted it. I'm going to take a big stab now. I closed my eyes expecting the worst.

"I'm not that monocratic. C'mon, choose."

“Red pill,” I said, remembering one of my favorite movies. Maybe if I took the right pill I would wake up from this nightmare.

“Great choice” and then I didn't know what to expect. I was getting uncomfortable not being able to move. The woman started fiddling with the apps on my television while she was talking, in the same comfortable and routine tone, it irritated me. “As we are close to starting, I have to explain a few things. First, I'm not here to hurt you, as I've said before."

The television screen went completely red, so she turned off the white lights and the redness engulfed the entire room. Red pill my ass! “Second, I apologize for drugging you a little…” She made a childish gesture with her hands to indicate a little.

"You what?" That's why I felt so dizzy waking up without having had a drink last night or the day before, I don't know. Fuck, I was really going to die. So young.

“And third, you can call me Chimera.”

Then Ch… Chimera untied the noose that held the black robe to her body and holy shit. The lingerie the same color as the robe outlined the bronze skin. With the robe on the floor, the red light illuminated her waist and hips and I knew I was no longer sane. The blood that had been running strong in my heart since I got into that bizarre situation leaked a little to a place I didn't want it to go, that I thought I could control. The last place it could go in a situation like that. I no longer knew if the craziest was me or her. I hadn't handcuffed anyone, maybe I had a score down.

Chimera approached the bed and I tried to shrink. Unsuccessfully. At least my survival instinct was still with me. She pulled the duvet that covered my bare waist down and smiled as she looked at me in just a random pair of pajama pants. I swallowed hard. Her nails started to dig through my shins over my pajamas. I didn't show any reaction, I didn't know whether to scream for help or wait for the next thing she would do to then ask for help.

“I feel you so tense, you should relax.” Her nails crept up my thighs and I felt my ears heat up. Damn! I swear I could have done something, anything to try to get out of there. I don't know. My head stopped working when I saw her breasts… And it bothered me. Well, I'm not a brat who falls for a pair of breasts. I'm a grown man! But it's indeed been a while since I've seen one this close. Oh shit, if I left the house like everyone tells me I wouldn't be letting that crazy woman touch me without me complaining… Fuck!

"I knew you'd like it," Chimera smiled after touching my hip so close to mine... "I'm dying to sit there but I really like to play with my food before I eat it."

What did she mean by that? Cannibalism in this century, please no! And that's when I felt her hand touch me where it was already relatively apparent before. Half a growl escaped my throat. What the fuck! You stupid, scream! Do something! My rational side screamed it in my consciousness, the irrational side gasped at Chimera's second touch.

“I just need to move away a little, okay?” Small hands gripped the hem of my pajama bottom which was lowered revealing something as pink as my ears and cheeks. Chimera got to her knees between my legs that were trapped in parts of my bed, who knows how. She pushed her waist-length hair to the left and lowered her face to my hip. If I saw the lingerie from the front and already lost a part of my consciousness, the way the lace panties covered her ass ended everything else.

"Seriously, if it's some kind of joke, it's gone too far, hasn't it?" I said babbling. In the cold room, with the red light, and the curves, I knew I was going to lose my lucidity and it would be pretty fast from there.

"Nobody knows I'm here" the warm air that came out of Chimera's mouth came into contact with my firm cock. The thermal shock of the cold air from the room's air conditioner made me shiver. Damn me, I lost everything.

“What are you waiting for?”

Yes, that came out angry, almost desperate, denouncing my insanity and she laughed.

"I thought you'd be harder to convince" her voice sounded sincere and before I could think of what to answer the wetness covered me and I had no choice but to moan. Chimera did it so delicately, that I could have sworn she was doing it on purpose. I ended up pushing my hips towards her mouth and she growled. Cold air enveloped me as the heat of her mouth left me.

“So hasty! I said I liked to play with my food, none of this is serious yet” she was explaining herself while her right hand went up and down slowly but with an unbreakable rhythm. Her speech didn't get in the way, I doubt anything would, actually. "Let's not get bored, as you insist."

To my misfortune, her hand left me. She shifted across the bed with her knees landing on either side of my waist. Chimera looked down at me, dark hair dancing around her body. The stranger's face came close to mine. Even though the only light source was the television, I could still clearly see the thick lips, the color of the eyes as dark as the hair, and some freckles on the bridge of the nose coming through the prominent cheeks. She was beautiful. It would definitely be someone who would make me look twice, but as always, I wouldn't do anything about it. However, she was right there on top of me, while I was literally chained under her. Our eyes met, maybe she was looking at my face as closely as I was looking at hers. The weirdest thing is that she must have known who I was, what I was like, but I didn't know anything about her, apart from the insanely criminal mind.

“How boring would this be for you? You handcuffed someone” I tried to say firmly but it came out almost a whisper and she returned it with a roll of her eyes and pulled her face away from mine.

"I don't think you understand yet..." she moved and I gasped. The heat of her hips on mine, the lace touching what I missed. Chimera had sat on my uncovered lap. "The more you complain the more I will make you feel good."

She moved her hips back and forth. My wrists ached and the handcuffs creaked, with the instinct I had to grip her thighs.

“Holy shit” I blurted out angrily.

"You're going to keep complaining, aren't you?" She moved her hips faster more times dancing on my completely hard member.

"Release me!" I ordered, with the same command tone I tried to use once.

“For you to run away?” Chimera's voice no longer had the playful tone it used to have, it was a mellow, pitiful voice. I felt her wetness on me.

“To move your hips faster.”

She groaned at my answer. I told you before, didn't I? Condemn me! My reasoning went to hell with a woman like that sitting on top of me. And I know how wrong she is, how crazy she is or even how long I would live. Ably, Chimera pushed the thin lace panties to the side, leaving that place free, and fitted me without warning. I didn't know which was the louder moan, mine or hers.

“You are…big” her voice almost like a cry.

“Release me” I begged, my last appeal.

"This is non-negotiable" she smiled, up and down slowly.

"What would be negotiable?"

"Speed. As I said, I'm here for you." For me, right?

“So, faster, Chimera.”

The next few minutes were a complete blur for me. The movements were fast and synchronized. Like a cornered brat, I wouldn't wait that long to come. I don't know at what time her bra came to rest on my neck releasing the sweet, intoxicating scent, while the huge pair followed the unimpeded movements that Chimera was making on top of me. Her small hands braced themselves on my abdomen, her fingernails clawing at me with desperation. I'm sure I'd do back if I had my hands free. I was so close.

The red light was really a sign from hell. Chimera used one of her hands to now lean on one of my thighs while the other moved toward her intimacy, the quick rhythm of her fingers following the same of her hip. I could see my cock going in and out of that tight pussy and that was the peak for me. The redness became even more blurred. My frantic mind moaned her name and she moved her fingers faster and thrashed in ecstasy over me. 

My hip was soaked, the biggest evidence of the crime. I didn't know what was hers anymore or what was mine. Her body fell wearily onto my torso, her hair with the same perfume as her bra consuming me more and more. After a few more minutes with Chimera's weight on top of me, I fell asleep again.

The room was just an empty place again, with no red lights, just the rays of the morning sun sneaking in. I still felt the presence of the handcuffs but they weren't there either. I cannot describe the extent of my grief. I can't even describe what happened the night before… Yes, my static cell phone on the nightstand said that another day had passed. I can't even know how to describe what had happened the night before.

And if I called the police? The most natural thing to do, of course.  But they would ask what happened to me, what am I going to say? Someone broke into my house, officer. She tied me up, undressed herself, undressed me, and rode hot on top of me. I was going to be the major joke of the police department, in addition to the story being leaked, and I would come out as an attention seeker for inventing something like that. The media would fall on me, and I would start a witch hunt by the fans who would believe me. The bottom line is there's no chance of that happening. And my silence matters as consent. I have to accept this silently.

And so it went on for 3 months. My life has been very normal, pretty much the same. 

I went out to see Hoseok today, we drank and laughed together. Sometimes a quick memory would catch me up, taking a few seconds of my breath, but then it pass. God knows I'm driving home altered like this, that absolutely no one dreams I'm driving drunk like this. One less secret, one more secret. To apply double standards.

My house keys ended up on the living room table. I don't think I've eaten anything in the last few hours, a ramen would be fine. Microwaves saving me, because driving drunk is ok, now messing with boiling water when you're a little dizzy...

“I boil the water for you”

FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK.

“I always thought you had words on the tip of your tongue, where are they when I show up?”

The ice-cold water coming out of the faucet and filling my ramen pot overflowed and wet my hand, waking me up.

“I'm not tied up… I mean. Shit! What are you doing here?"

I dropped the spoiled pot of ramen in the trash. My hunger going to space.

“I just came to see how you are, I'm leaving in five. You shouldn't drive drunk,” she said so naturally. Insanely natural. Psycho.

"You shouldn't arrest people and sit on top of them." She laughed. I swear she laughed out loud. I wasn't kidding!

“You're really funny, I like that about you” she wore formal clothes. A suit was missing there. “I better get going. Forever, this time.”

“Your clothes are of great quality, are you rich? This is why you’re crazy?” I asked because it was a sincere doubt. I used to have cheap clothes and now I know what a designer label is.

"Actually, you're rich, I only make a bunch of money," she smiled.

“As a?”

“Lawyer. One of the good ones.”

“Is that what they teach in college? Breaking into houses and manipulating people?” She planned everything so perfectly that it was all just a dream, with no evidence, nothing. I had no idea how.

“This one is on me, I confess.”

She left, walking towards the door of my house to leave I believe so. She's leaving.

"Wait, do you really think I'm going to let you go free like this?" It was my turn to laugh.

“I don't think so, but I would recommend it.”

“Would you recommend it? Really?"

"Yea. Let me explain, if you prevent me from going it will be a deprivation of liberty and I am inside your house, which constitutes false imprisonment and kidnapping since we are not related. Your word against mine and I know what I'm saying.”

Yeah, she knew what she was talking about. A psychopath with legal education. But you know what, I wasn't defenseless this time. 

I walked over to Chimera and took her by the wrist. I think I spoke too close to her face. Everything blurred, it was the alcohol or it was her.

“You think you can come and go anytime you want…”

"From your home? I said it was my last time” she said firmly without losing her pomp.

"Of my life."

I don't even know if what I said made sense. Her gaze failed on mine, I was too close to not notice.

"Tell me if it's fair to fuck with my head and leave me thinking about it a hundred times and come back as if nothing happened."

"Sorry for bothering you" she smiled cynically and I kissed her. 

Honestly, fuck if she was going to refuse. It was my fucking personal revenge. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck being pulled painfully closer to her. Naughty psychopath.

My hands felt all that fabric from the black skirt. I could finally feel that plump ass that filled my hands. Shit. I already knew that wine made the heart race, but the way my cock was throbbing was absurd. She was so small that I easily maneuvered her onto my kitchen counter. Her hips were at the same level as mine, her legs wrapped around me. I was making out with the psychopath. I broke the lewd kiss to unbutton her white shirt. They finally came back to me. I fit my face into the breasts of Chimera. She moaned. How I miss this song.

"Do you know you're crazier than me?" Her voice cracked as I kissed one of her breasts. I smiled. I didn't know, I was finding out now. A new fact.

"I think I know now, either way, it's your fault."

"I'm glad," she said almost in a whisper, her hands scratching my shoulders through my plain white shirt.

“That's not enough. That's not fucking enough.” I don't usually act like this. I think I'm too soft anytime, but in my heart, I wanted to unload everything on Chimera. “You know I'm going to fuck you, don't you? Do you know that it's you who will scream my name tonight? It's you who will be wondering if you should have enjoyed being invaded so much.”

“Hunt me and kill me, Bellerophon.”

This bitch is totally roleplaying. The soft voice asked for the violence I wanted to give. Giving me a free hand. I turned her back to me, her toes having trouble reaching the floor and I didn't care. I rubbed my hips against her tight skirt, her ass heating me. We both groan. I lifted the skirt that bothered me so much, the light pink lace panties were completely removed, I took advantage of the journey to take a look at the golden and firm legs.

“Show me your arrow,” she said within the character she'd fit us both from the start. Completely and irrevocably frantic.

I pulled my shorts down and without warning, I pushed myself all in. She was already wet, waiting for me. What motivated her was the whole show, everything that was out of the ordinary. Worse than that, it was her pulling me into this myth. I've never felt as much pleasure as hunting with the intent to kill. Her whimper was like the cry of a wounded beast, I knew it hurt and I knew she enjoyed it as much as I did. I pushed hard again, her body sliding against the cold, hard marble. And so, over and over again as far as I thought it was necessary. I felt myself pulsing inside her. The feeling of riding her, so helpless, made me avenged. She'd done the same to me, she'd created a need I didn't have and I would make her feel the same way. She would remember this for the rest of her life. The loud moans, tears streaming from her eyes, her mouth swollen and red from my previous intense kisses.

“The more you complain the more I will make you feel good. Remember that?" I asked thickly. She nodded in agreement and smiled. Obviously, she remembered. I completely pulled my cock out of her and she moaned in protest. I almost gave up on my idea at her protest. Almost. “You will come in my bed, Chimera. Don't worry."

I left her on her feet again to kiss her. Mouth salty with sweat and tears. On the way to my room, the rest of the clothes were left in the middle. She looked even smaller in my spacious bed. Straight black hair like a mane around her head. The legs open inviting me to enter again. Her full, rough breasts pointed at me. Chimera's smile was the most beautiful I had ever seen in my life. 

So I killed the beast. My quick movements were as strong as her spasms beneath me. My back burned from her nails, the beast fighting the hero and I think I won.

Chimera buried her face in my neck, her makeup smeared beautifully because of me. She was beautiful. And then I had already lost my sanity again. My heart was pounding and I came. She knew that and hugged me closer to her. We were totally finished. This time my weight was on top of her.

We stayed in the same position for long minutes. Any movement meant the end of the fantasy. Maybe I didn't want the end and neither did she.

"I'm falling asleep," I said, breaking the silence.

“Why don't you sleep?” She asked, touching my forehead. The pompous voice was gone.

“For you to disappear?”

"Isn't that what you want?"

“Not anymore,” I said. As unusual as it sounded, it was true.

"I don't believe you," she laughed. Shit, that smile!

"I fuck strangers who show up in the middle of the night, I drive drunk, but I don't lie."

“At least perjury is out of the question.”

“You talk in Law all the time?”

“I'm just showing myself. Handcuffing someone is not enough.”

She was funny. Oh, let's face it, it was all comical. Ironic. Sarcastic. 

I would sleep anytime. Her fingers stroking the back of my neck weren't helping to keep me awake. I hesitated a few times and embraced the darkness.

The empty bed the other day was disappointing. Again. But this time I was sure it hadn't been a dream. I wouldn't be able to so vividly imagine everything that had happened, not even drunk. I sat up in bed carefully, the effect of the alcohol still stuck in my bloodstream. My lips felt swollen, I had kissed Chimera too hard. I wanted to consume her completely. But I had no idea who it was, or where I would find it. I already missed her. I don't know if it's because I'm crazy like her or because I never allow myself to have someone because I'm always alone. Because this house is always empty. Someone entered by force as nature's law of expansion. Everything has to be occupied, even my heart. But, no one plans to take the path that brings you nowhere. Here I stand before you all and say it's over.

Then the smell of coffee entered my room.

[wastelandcth]

Coney Island - cth

summary: Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

author’s notes: this was...wow. i hope you all enjoy shoutout to @in-superbloom and @hoodhoran for letting me give them sneak peeks to hype myself up over it! 

warnings: mentions of a car accident, mentions of a hospital, angst, sorry there’s a cliffhanger. 

masterlist || request || more songs for calum

You’d always been told that finding your passion at a young age was a blessing. That finding the one thing you wanted to do for the rest of your life and running with it was a blessing in disguise. You’d never understood why everyone would say that to you, you loved making art and there had never been a downside to creating art. There had never been a point in your life where your job had become a stressor and where you’d regretted ever wanting to chase the thrill of canvas and paint. Every day you’d wake up and have the time and space to create scenery you’d seen in dreams or in real life, little pockets in time you could freeze on canvas for the world to see. It’d been a rough start, selling your work for whatever amount you were offered until you had your break and found yourself in a museum overseas staring at the large painting hanging on the wall of some museum you’d dreamed about. You’d been standing there in the empty halls, breathing in the quiet of the hall, the occasional footsteps bringing you back into the moments before a shadow next to you brought your attention away from your splatter of colors and lines to the person who stood next to you. And that’s how you first met Calum, in the silence of an art museum where his eyes studied your work as if he’d been trying to find all the secrets you’d hidden in the paint. It was where you’d told him about the painting, where you’d both found one another in more ways than one. 

That’s when you finally understood the blessing in disguise. 

Coney Island had always been a warm and distant memory to you, the boardwalk lined with thrills on either side, waiting to be explored. You remembered cotton candy dreams and spending days in the sun with your friends. Coney Island has been love and laughter, sunshine and summer days, and a place where the pit in your stomach was gone. It had been all you could think about when summer was mentioned, an inspiration to the painting you’d whispered to Calum about. The colorful swirls of paint and oils that gave you your first real break in the art world had all come from the place where boardwalks and rides had brought you nothing but happiness. 

But now, the boardwalk was silent and you felt like a ghost walking through it. 

The ocean was inviting, a teasing view from wherever you stood, tempting you to step into the sand and sink into its secrets. The boardwalk echoed with every step you took, bouncing the noise up into the sky where it returned as a sharp crack of thunder. The empty bench you’d found was hard and cold, leaving your bones aching with a chill you weren’t sure would ever go away. The wind thumping against your ears as you took in the cold ocean air into your lungs, letting the salty breeze burn them and leave you gasping for air. Your eyes searched the water, a muted gray and blue that seemed to stretch on for as far as your eyes could see, swirling with white foam from the waves that crashed onto the sand every so often. 

The lights from the amusement park flickered against the shore, strobing in and out of view which left you shaking and with teary eyes. The waves filled your head with the screeching of tires and breaking glass. The swirling of the ocean putting the same fear in the pit of your stomach as when you’d heard Calum’s scream. The scream that had been cut off as the call went dead. 

“I know I promised I’d be able to make it to dinner…” you mumbled hesitantly, frowning as you heard Calum’s sigh, “But I-”

“Let me guess, you have a very important gallery show and it just happened to slip your mind again so you’ll have to skip dinner with the band?” Calum mumbled, the annoyance in his voice obvious, “Yeah, I’ve heard it before. It’s fine, you’ll still make it to the show, right?”

“Well…” you sighed and ran a hand through your hair as the busy streets of Brooklyn surrounded you, “I’m really sorry, Cal.”

“Are you serious?” he scoffed, “We’ve had this planned for weeks now! You can’t just-”

“Calum? Calum?! Honey?”

The hospital had become a maze, turns, and twists that only led your farther and farther from your destination. With every squeak of your shoes against the vinyl floor, you felt yourself drifting farther away from him, from the man who’d you’d been putting second to your job and the one you didn’t know you’d be able to see again. Your adrenaline had been on high since the moment the emergency worker had answered the tenth call you’d made to Calum’s phone, telling you the what, when, and where had happened to Calum. You’d raced through the busy sidewalks, trying to find the hospital where Calum’s unconscious self was being sent to. But even as you walked through the barren halls, hands shaking and dried tears on your cheeks, you couldn’t help but blame yourself for it all. What if he never woke up and the last words you’d shared between one another was a fight? What if he never knew that you loved him more than anything in the world? What if all the nights away from him could’ve been switched for time spent together? 

“Darling?” one of the nurses said softly, breaking you out of the hurricane of thoughts, “Hey, take deep breaths, how can I help you? Are you hurt?”

“Where’s….they said he’d be here but I don’t..” 

“Who are you looking for, honey?”

“Where did my baby go?”

You’d been ready to answer, to tell them that you needed to see Calum and hold his hand. To make sure he was okay and that he’d be able to make it to his show that night, to be happy on stage. But that was all thrown out the door when the doors opened, bringing a gust of cold and rainy wind into the room as well as the man you’d talked to on the phone only minutes before. Your breath caught in your throat, your body going stiff as you watched them wheel him into the building and then away from you. He was bloody and bruised, his eyes shut in a way that seemed too peaceful for the situation he was in. His hair was flat against his head, the usual curls that had roamed freely on his head now matted with blood, and you couldn’t help but rush out of the building. The walls had started to close in, trapping you in as you watched Calum disappear behind a crowd of nurses and doctors, and you finally took a breath of air as the door shut behind you and the hospital was behind you.

The waves were louder now, crashing against the shore with a force so strong they shook the boardwalk beneath your feet. You hadn’t realized how far you’d walked, not until the familiar lights of the boardwalk shone beneath the fog that had come with the rain, how far you’d walked away from him again. It wasn’t like he’d want you there anyways, the annoyance in his voice had been a clue if you’d ever seen one. You had just pushed him aside again in order to go to another gallery you knew deep down you could afford to miss. It had been like that for weeks now, you both danced around the fact that you hadn’t been in the same city for months on end. Daily phone calls or text messages were replaced with a silence neither of you enjoyed and airplane trips became lonely. You’d been off traveling the globe as your newest works were displayed all across and Calum had been off promoting the band’s latest album. It hadn’t been the first time both of your jobs had overlapped schedules and being away from one another for this long had happened, but the silence was new. 

Which is why the fact that you were both finally in the same city was so important for Calum, and for you. But the idea of finally seeing him had caused the pit of anxiety to form and you found yourself looking for excuses to push him away. And now your last memories of him would be seeing his bruised body being wheeled away from you, the way his voice had cut off with a squeal of tires, and the sound of glass breaking. All because you’d put a distance between the both of you because you felt that intense feeling that you could no longer ignore. It had first started that night when his back became a canvas for your art, and his soft gasps whenever the cold paint hit his skin had ingrained themselves in your brain. The gasps and giggles mixed in with the smell of paint and you felt yourself falling more and more in love with Calum, seeing yourself old and gray with him. It had been terrifying and the shapes you’d made with paint had become nothing but a blur of colors. 

“I love you,” he mumbled against his arm, watching as you’d started packing up the paints and brushes you’d just used on his skin, “You know that?”

“Mhm, and lucky for you,” you teased, pushing down the pit of fear into the back of your mind, “I am deeply in love with you.” 

That’s what loving Calum had always been, a blur of beautiful colors. 

The air had begun to pick up now, swirling and swinging around the sky as the storm grew closer and closer. Not that it mattered much, your face was already soaked with tears and stained by the black mascara that had been running down ever since you’d walked out of the hospital. You wished he’d be by your side, hugging you and telling you it would all be okay. If you closed your eyes and focused hard enough you could hear his voice, modulated over the speaker of your phone as he told you about his day. He’d been trying to distract you again, the frustration of your newest piece not looking how you’d imagined bringing you close to tears. 

“I’ll see you soon, yeah? And then you can paint all over my body so you can find inspiration. I promise.” he chuckled quietly, probably laying in a dark room across an ocean. 

“I miss you,” you sighed, watching the sunrise out your window and rubbing at your tired eyes. 

“I love you,” he whispered, a smile in his voice, as if those were the only three words you needed to hear. Maybe they were, maybe those were the three little words you would remember before the crash pulled him away from you. 

Time seemed to tick by slowly, almost torturing you, as your eyes drifted from the ocean storm ahead to the screen of your phone. You knew it was coming, the call that would change your life forever. The one that would leave you broken and shattered on the beach like the shells that had crunched under your feet. Soon enough, the buzz of your phone would bring the time with Calum to an end. Soon, it would just be you, the ocean breeze, and the memory of Calum. The crack of thunder shook the world around you, almost making you miss the sharp shrill that came from your phone, the screen lighting up with a picture of Calum you’d taken a few months back. Your lungs froze, hands shaking as your thumb slid over the screen and accepted the call, bracing yourself for the inevitable. 

“H-hello?” you asked, mentally preparing for the tears that would fill the ocean with salty tears. 

“I think I-I forgot to say your name and they wouldn’t let me in no matter how many times I asked,” you stuttered out, your feet carrying you back towards the sidewalk, towards Calum, “I love you so much I’m so sorry I’ve been so far away.” 

That’s what you would’ve said to Calum, if you’d only had more time and if you had said no to more events. You would’ve spilled your heart out to him, telling him all the secret words you had only whispered in the darkness of the room when you were sure Calum was asleep and his soft snores confirmed he’d never hear them. And even then, as the static of the ocean makes it hard for you to hear the call connect, the waves crashing onto the shore as the wind picks up doesn’t matter. Nothing matters then because the sharp inhale of air brings them to a dangerous silence, a silence that hurts your ears as the ocean, the waves, thunder, and air all come to an end with a soft whisper. 

“Baby?” Calum’s voice spoke out, the softness of it laced with a pain you wished you could take away. But it was Calum’s voice and that itself felt like a lightning bolt to the chest, a breath of fresh air, and a cold wave to wake them up. 

And that cold bench on Coney Island feels like the warmth of his voice. 

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[obeymebabes]

Hello there! I've just found your blog and you do wonderful work. I hope that you're doing well and the Holidays were good to you.

If you're feeling up to it (please don't feel pressured if you don't), I was wondering if you were feeling up to writing a little flangst (angst to fluff) for a MC that sadly gets very nightmare prone the more stressed they are, but doesn't want to worry anyone, so they keep it to themselves and childishly opts instead to pull the 'I'll sleep when I'm dead tactic', only to fall asleep on one of the brothers (preferably Lucifer, but I'll leave it up to you)?

I hope you have a wonderful day today.

As someone who has constant and frequent vivid nightmares, I understand this struggle so much. Snuggling up to a demon boy would be the ultimate cure.

Sweet Dreams At Last (Lucifer x MC)

Warnings: Fluffy asf None!

Summary: Having been tasked with tons of work and the annoyance of the restless demon brother drama, MC ends up having nightmares and refusing sleep. A certain peacock boy notices and takes action to ease some stress.

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Everything seemed to be happening all at once. Lord Diavolo had appointed you as the leader of a “fun” school event, the brothers kept arguing, and literally nothing was going the way you wanted. Regardless of what you did, it seemed like all of the realms were against you. To say that you were incredibly stressed with all of what was happening was in fact the understatement of the century.

Is this what Lucifer deals with on like, a daily basis?

To top all of the terrible things, each night when you were nestled all snug and cozy in your bed, you’d wake up with a shiver running down your spine as your brain began to play it’s annoying tricks on you during your sleep. Your worst fears come to life as you’re unable to do anything but sit back and watch.

The only quick fix that you knew of was to just avoid sleeping. No, it wasn’t practical or logical, but it was easier than dreading the moment you closed your eyes.

Lucifer was the first to notice you weren’t doing well. He could practically feel the tension and stress dripping off of you. This was every day for him. If anyone is going to understand, it would be him. Of course you weren’t acting like your usual self. With the constant fear of falling asleep and slipping back into your terrifying mind, you were visibly more drained, sluggish, and perhaps a bit more snappy than he would like. He knew better than to bring it up in front of his brothers, so he waited, keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

Sitting at the table for breakfast you could feel the lack of sleep starting to fog your mind. Your eyes and whole body heavy with sleep. Hardly having the energy to eat, all you could do was prop your head up with your hand, trying desperately to keep yourself awake. The occasional slip of your head luckily went unnoticed as the brothers continued to argue over whatever it was they were fighting over this time. It took too much energy to try to keep a steady focus on their complaints. Soon it would all be over, and all you had left to do was make it through the day at RAD.

Stopping you before you had strayed too far from the table after breakfast, he spoke quietly. “MC, will you come to my room with me please?”

With a low energy nod, you could feel your chest tighten with mild panic. Lucifer? Speaking to you this early? What could have gotten you in trouble this time? Are you not wearing the RAD uniform correctly? Were you failing a class? Was it about the event that Diavolo insisted that you plan? 

Upon entering his room, it was warm, and dimly lit. His bed looked so comfy. So tempting. Oh what it would be like to curl up and recover sleep in such a large cozy bed. 

But you were quickly snapped back to reality after hearing Lucifer call your name. Turning to face the first born, you suppress a yawn, trying to keep up the facade that you weren’t actually tired, when every bone in your body was screaming at you that you needed to sleep.

“Is there something you would like to tell me?” He questioned, waiting for you to relax in his presence. His voice was calm, soft, understanding even. It may be rare for him to show it, but he genuinely cares about you and your health.

You were quiet. What are you supposed to tell him? So many things ran through your head. 

“You haven’t been sleeping properly, correct?” Lucifer inquired, taking a seat on the couch in his room, coaxing for you to join him.

Joining him, you hesitated, but finally gave in to his curious gaze.

“I keep having nightmares. I don’t know how you do it, Lucifer. The stress from Lord Diavolo asking me to prepare the event for RAD with all of the schoolwork on top of that, and your brothers arguing over absolutely everything is just so tiring. I haven’t been this stressed out since I got here. Then I started getting nightmares so I just stopped sleeping. I’m sor-”

“No need to apologize, MC. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Lucifer’s interruption caught you a bit off guard, but looking up into his dark crimson eyes you could tell he meant it. He was listening, and he was aware that you needed help.

“I brought you here to let you relax. I told Lord Diavolo to overlook your absence at RAD for today. My brothers will be away for the time being, and there is a curse placed on the door so you will not be able to hear their return.” Lucifer stood, heading over to the vintage vinyl player he had in his room to put on some of his soothing classical music. 

“As for your nightmares,” He paused, handing you a cup of warm tea, “I advise that you drink this. It should prevent you from having any, and will ensure that you will sleep peacefully.” 

You were speechless aside from the soft “thank you” that made it’s way past your lips. This was strange, especially for Lucifer. You had never seen him so generous, so caring, so willing to tend to your needs. It was a new side to him that you were happy to see. He wasn’t just the uptight and strict demon that he always portrayed. There is indeed a heart in his chest.

Lucifer took the opportunity to sit next to you after handing you a soft blanket. Both taking the chance to make small talk until you dozed off. Things were peaceful. The Avatar of Pride letting his guard down, telling you little stories about his life over the years. Doing his best to keep you relaxed and ease your mind from the stress you kept dwelling on.

You were beginning to feel the tea working it’s magic. The soft music lulling you to sleep as the fireplace kept you cozy. It was almost too perfect. Like some sort of fairytale.

Unbeknownst to you, your head had found its way onto Lucifer’s shoulder. But he didn’t move. Instead, he simply rested his head against yours. He had the same peace and quiet that you had, so he was going to make use of it. 

As he began to doze off, he clung to the hope that when he opened his eyes, this tender moment wouldn’t just be a dream he got lost in. He hoped that you would still be snuggled up peacefully with him, feeling relaxed, comforted, and well rested. 

“Sweet dreams, MC.” 

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[pedropascalssimp]

Thunderstorms

Boba fett x fem reader

Summary: jango (your and boba's son) seems to favor you, making boba a little jealous and also ✨sad boi✨ but after one particular night spent on Eadu jango finds himself clinging to a certain bounty hunter.

Warnings: Fluffy soft boba. Short - like really short because I suck😖

Part 3 to this

Tags: @anilynworlds

The ship was in complete silence, something that seemed to be a rarity since little jango was born into the galaxy. Every night since you both had left Endor after you recovered from giving birth, little jango seemed to find wailing at 3am up until 9am was the most thrilling thing in the galaxy. No matter what you did, feed him, change him, even walk him around the ship you called home, he wouldn't fall asleep. Not until you started letting him sleep in your and boba's bed that is. You didn't mind him sleeping with you both, neither did boba, in fact it put him more at ease knowing his son was safer snuggled under the furs and in his riduurs loving arms. But jango seemed to not like how boba would at least try and hold him, he always cried whenever his father held him. Tiny puffy eye's tightly shut as his little cheeks turned red as cries flew out of his mouth.

It was frustrating for boba how much his son clings to you, always tugging at your pant leg or reaching out for you to hold him, of course you'd drop everything your doing to hold the little man, placing little kisses on his chubby cheeks and loving the adorable giggles that emit from him when you do so. Boba knew he should be happy to see his son love you the way he does, he should be thrilled. But he couldn't help feeling a little envious, especially since he was strongly convinced his son hated him.

It was quiet as jango slept in your arms, you seated in the co-pilot seat while boba was beside you flying the ship through space. You didn't miss how his eyes would fall on you and your sleeping two year son. So you give him a small smile, "he's been doing good with talking, he can almost anything... Of course it's still a little none understandable at the moment" you giggle at how he words things, dink being drink and sleep being seepy, his two favorite words besides momma, It was adorable. You adore his little voice, always giggling at how he leaves Rs out of some things. But for a two year old he was a fast learner.

"I've noticed... He seems to call you momma now, but I have yet to hear him say daddy or even buir" boba sighs, voice gruff letting you know he's tired. He's been trying to make enough credits to give you and jango a nice life he said, taking on more bounties then usual, in fact, you was heading to the planet Eadu because some bounty boba was hunting was supposedly located there.

"he'll say it... Just give him some time" you reassure, but you can tell by the ever present grumpy look on his face he didn't believe you.

"I've been giving him time since the day he was born cyar'ika I can't even hold him without hearing him scream and cry, he hates me" boba grumbled as a scowl was etched on his face, brown eye's glued to stars that zoomed by.

You sigh and stand up, careful as to not wake jango up, his head resting on your chest as his little arms wrap around your neck. You walk over to boba and run a hand through his dark hair, his eye's falling on you. "he loves you boba, it was only natural for him to cry that much as a baby" you say and trail your hand down to cup his jaw, tilting his head more.

"that doesn't make up for how he is two years old and still refuses to let me hold him" his voice came out more gruff, a sign he was getting irritated. "he's a mommas boy my riduur, you spoil him to much" he muttered with a ghost of a smile on his face, his eye's holding the amusement his voice failed to display making his words some harsher, but you knew he wasn't angry nor frustrated.

"I'm not the one who buys him absolutely everything he points at when we walk through the markets" you tease boba, remembering how if he spots jango point at something with a excited glint in his dark eye's, he'd buy it.

Rolling his eyes, boba focuses back on flying the ship. "I don't want him to do without, I only get him something if he needs it" he grumbled causing you to roll your eye's this time, you knew that he did it because it was his way of showering the boy in love, buying him little toys after every hunt and always sneaking little desserts into his plate whenever you wasn't looking. Boba spoiled the boy without a doubt.

Deciding to not tease him anymore you place a kiss on his forehead making him hum happily as he peers up at you, "I need to lay him down before he wakes up, hopefully you'll be joining us after awhile" you said before walking out of the cockpit. As you walk through the ship, making your way into the small room you called a bedroom, you laid jango down easily so you could get ready for bed. As you take your dirty shirt off, picking up a clean one your about to put it on, but instead you throw it against the wall and scream in fright, for on the shirt was some sort of large spider looking bug.

Jango jults awake and looks around the room until his large eyes fall on you, staring at wear the shirt is with startled eyes.

"momma what's 'ong?" his little voice spoke up making you look back at him with red cheeks, embarrassed you screamed like that over a bug. But you was terrified of them.

"cyar'ika!? What's going on? What's the matter?" boba runs into the room with a hand on his blaster holstered at his hip and concern on his face.

You look up at him, standing with only your bra and pants on as you point at your short laying on the floor with a sheepish smile. "there's a spider on my shirt..." you muttered without meeting his eye's, To embarrassed.

Boba sighs with relief and walks over to the shirt, crouching down to inspect it. Jango starts asking you what's wrong again and you scoop him up as he watched boba intently. As your husband picks the shirt up and shakes it you see the bug fall out of the shirt and onto the floor, making you jump and scream, jango soon screaming but his sounded like glee rather then fright. Jango always watched closely whenever boba would always get bugs away from you and him or simply always helping you in whatever way possible, whether it be a protective way or a simple task.

Boba stomped the spider before it could crawl away anywhere and gives you a reassuring smile, "there, you're terrifying little friend is gone" he mused while handing you your shirt, you take it hesitantly while looking over it. Not really wanting to put that one on now you gently lay it down and find another one to put on, of course you hand jango to boba so you can slip the shirt on. But like boba expect jango starts reaching for you while repeating momma! This makes boba roll his eyes and bounce jango around.

"why do you hate me so much hm?" he asked with his usual scowl, making your son start crying. After you get the shirt on you quickly walk over to them and take jango from boba who seemed a little annoyed.

"he doesn't hate you" you sigh while calming jango down, his little cries turning to whimpers as you rub his back soothingly. "why do you always give buir a hard time? He always protects us from big bad bugs and always spoils you with toys... He's a nice buir isn't he?" you talk to jango with a smile, watching how he looks over at boba and then buried his face in your neck.

"get some rest cyar'ika, it won't take long before we arrive to Eadu" boba wasn't one to initiate anything affectionate, but you knew by the way he stood still, watching you with those big brown eye's that he was waiting for the kiss you always gave him before bed. You walk over to him and gently peck his lips, "I'll be in here in a few minutes" he grunts while leaving, the door closing behind him. You turn to jango who was already innocently looking up at you, eye's droopy. You kiss his little forehead and walk over to the bed.

"jango honey, can you say buir?" you ask while laying down on the bed, back pressed against the mattress while he peers up at you through his dark lashes.

"seepy momma" he yawns while wiping at his eye's, and although you are determined to get your son call boba buir... But he was sleepy, so you lay down and gently run your fingers through your sons dark hair. His head falling on your chest.

Perhaps you can try and teach him when on Eadu, when boba is on the hunt. It would surely surprise him if he came home and his son called him buir, hugging him if you was lucky. It would make boba happy, especially since jango acts like boba is nothing but a grumpy man who simply supplies him with food, clothes and toys.

It's been a few days since boba left Slave I in search of the quarry, but you expected the hunt go on for that long, boba was supposed to be him in merely a few hours. You walk around, holding jango close as he cries, loudly might you add. You was worried about your son, he always calmed down whenever you'd walk around the ship with him while telling him little stories. Your voice always soothing him, but today it seemed everything you did wasn't working. At first you didn't know what was scaring him, but as the loud claps of thunder shook the ship, you understood he was scared of the thunder. Eadu was known for being a stormy planet, always raining and lighting along with thundering. Something jango has never heard before, but for the first few days the thunderstorms was quiet, not entirely loud enough to be heard from inside the ship. But today the storm seemed bad, thunder so loud it drowns out jango's cries almost.

"c'mon jango honey it's okay... You're safe" you say by his ear as he screams, little voice starting to go hoarse from how long his crying has been going on, almost two hours. You sigh and walk into the room, sitting on the bed and placing your son in your lap as you hug him.

It wasn't much longer until the door opens with a hiss, boba walking in, in his armor. Helmet gone as he gives you a look of concern.

"what's wrong with him?" he asks while looking to you with furrowed brows.

"he's terrified of the thunder" you tell him, but as jango heard boba's voice, his head is turn in his direction while he reaches for boba.

"buir! I want you!" jango cries, shocking both you and boba. But boba is quick to pick his son up, holding him close while jango rest his head on boba's chest.

"you're okay my little adiik, you're safe with me... I won't let anything hurt you" he placed a kiss on jango's head while swaying softly. Jango sniffles as his cries subside, little hand reaching up to pat boba's cheek as he kisses his nose. The sight enough to make your heart swell while a smile tugs at your lips. Boba smiling a rare beautiful smile.

" 'ove you buir!" jango says happily while you stand up and stand beside them, loving the way boba's eyes sparkle with happiness, love swimming in the brown eye's you adore.

Gently placing a hand on his little back you giggle when he pats boba's cheek again. "I love you too you stubborn little man" boba grabs his little hand and placed a kiss on his forehead, making jango giggle.

"I told you he'd say it" you said, grinning at your husband. He nods and goes to hand you jango so he can take the armor off and wash away the days hunt off of him. As he does so jango tightly wraps his arms around boba refusing to leave him.

"oh come on now, I have to get cleaned up little one" boba tries to unwrap his arms, successfully do so and handing jango to you. But the little tremble of his lip and tears swimming in his eye's tells you both he's gonna cry. And cry he does while you hold him.

"jango honey he has to take his armor off" you coo trying to calm him down. Your attempts useless until boba gets back.

You tried bouncing him, tickling him, even making funny faces at your son. But he only sits on the bed and cries, "buir!!! I wan' buir!!" jango screams, and it's then his buir walks through the door wearing comfy pants and a shirt. Hair damp as he smugly walks over and picks jango up.

"it looks like he's done being a mommas boy and decided he wants to be his buirs little warrior" boba holds him with a smug smile making you roll your eye's but smile nonetheless, happy jango is finally calling him daddy now.

"he's always going to be a mommas boy, but for some reason he's just clinging to you tonight" you say while crawling in bed, slipping under the covers and watching your riduur with a amused smile. "but just you see, he's going to be cuddled up to me as soon as you lay him in the bed" you spoke matter of factly, almost cocky as you smirk at boba. He rolls his eyes and grumbles something under his breath, whatever it was made jango giggle, a proud smile on your husband's face.

As soon as boba crawls in bed he placed jango between you both, boba rolls over on his side to face you while you do the same. Jango pulls the covers up and turns to boba, holding on to his arm that drapes over him. Boba laughs at the gasp you let out, betrayal written all over your face.

"jango!! How dare you do this to me! Betraying you're own mother like this" you pout playfully and turn your back to them, a smile now on your face.

"ignore her son, she's only trying to make you feel guilty for finally treating me like I'm you're father and not some man who lingers around the ship" boba jokes, something that was rare but tonight seemed to be a unique night.

Jango listens to boba and ignored you, falling asleep while snuggled up to your husband. You turn around and smile at them. Noticing boba was also asleep. You giggle quietly and scoot closer, draping your arm over jango and placing your hand on boba's arm, taking in the tender moment you was having with your little family.

After that one night jango never wanted to leave boba's side, always latching onto his legs whenever he tried to walk or always asking him to hold him, it was cute, adorable even as jango soon decided to favor his father now.

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[bill-y]

INURE

Peeta Mellark x male reader

[ We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family. ]

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

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Part seven: Finally here!

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Peeta and I end up helping Haymitch to his compartment, the reek of vomit and alcohol wasn't exactly pleasant.  Since we couldn't set him down the bed, we ended up hauling him to the bathtub, setting the shower on him. 

Peeta gave me an odd look when I laughed awhile ago; there was no humour in the situation after all. Forming a good impression wasn't really on my agenda. "It's alright; I can take it from here," he said.

I nodded, "Okay," I nodded, putting my lips together. "Do you—need me to call those Capitol people?" I asked, stumbling over my words. My confidence seemed to have been drained at some point.

He shook his head "No, I don't want them," he responded. I nod for the last time and head to my own room, relieved that I don't have to wash putrid vomit off Haymitch's chest hair, or something. Though it would be the perfect "revenge" for the people working here, I get why he doesn't want to see them. 

I wonder, why does he want to help such a wreck? Was he simply kind like the time he gave me bread? Or was he using this to gain Haymitch's favour? A feeling of nervousness bubbled up within me, a kind Peeta Mellark was way more dangerous than an unkind one. Not everyone in the district can afford to be kind, so kind people make such a mark on me.

I looked at the packet of cookies at the table beside the fancy bed—a lump formed in my throat. Kindness would've been nice, but not in this situation. I sighed, taking my attention to the window instead. 

There stood a lonely yellow flower, a dandelion. It took me back to the schoolyard, all those years ago. My eyes had just left Peeta's bruised face when I saw that dandelion; hope rose within me that moment, I plucked it gently from the ground and hurried home. I grabbed a small, broken bucket and grabbed Nal's hand and headed to a meadow. It was filled with the same flowers.

It was the first moment where Nal smiled after our Father's death. He loved the way the flowers smelled and looked. However, he was quite upset because we had to eat them, with the rest of the bakery bread. My father loved his plants, maybe a bit too much. 

I remember countless hours we spent in the woods looking for a specific type of plant, whether for eating or for medicine. He had me memorize them by heart, which took a couple of years because I got distracted halfway through. 

The next day, we were off to school. I hung around the edge of the meadow after, contemplating whether I should jump the fence. My mother couldn't get a job, well, she didn't want to. She thought the whole District would shame her the moment she stepped out of our crumbling home. It made no sense to me; we had nothing to lose anymore.

Which is exactly why I went under the fence, retrieved the old, leather-bound daggers my father made from scraps and wood. It was pretty frail, but if you handle it carefully and throw it properly, it won't break—most of the time.

I didn't go beyond twenty yards that day; I didn't feel confident enough to go deeper, fearing I'd get lost in the forest. I took home a small rabbit that day, we hadn't had meat for months, so it honestly looked like a full course meal, like the one we were served in the tribute train.

My mother isn't the greatest cook, so she burnt a couple of bits, mainly the thighs. But it still filled us. The woods became my second home, escaping the sad atmosphere my mother gave off and the pressure the Peacekeepers would regularly make us feel. 

The hunting started slow, but each time I went under, I went deeper. I stole eggs from nests, jumped from tree to tree and managed to shoot a squirrel or two down. I struggled with the fish; my father would always throw his dagger to the fish with little to no effort. Whenever I'd throw mine, it would miss. It took me a couple of times to figure out the water distorts my vision.

The plants were no effort; I knew which one to pick, which ones were poisonous. The signs of danger used to terrify me back to the fence until I gathered enough courage to climb the tall trees, then I stuck with it, not liking the feeling of being chased. The wild dogs would always leave me alone after a while.

On July 15th, I finally signed up for the tesserae, carrying the first batch of grains and oils in the same broken bucket I used to gather those dandelions. I patched it up with some scrap bark. On the 15th of every month, I would put my name once again. I still had to hunt; grains weren't enough. We still needed soap, milk, thread and many more things we used to have. I began to trade in the hob, learning how to hold my tongue in the process. My father used to trade there as well; he used to do all the talking while I watched, stayed silent. 

And so I simply tossed the game I had to their tables. They caught on fairly quick; I'd only speak up when it came to bargaining or when I'd change what'd I'd buy. Or when I would insult wild dog soup. My father was a charismatic man, always able to persuade people to buy whatever. Not me, though, I was like a sore thumb. Painful, to talk to at least.

My mother wasn't very enthralled with the fact that I had been hunting, too much like my father, she said. That's when we argued, "Don't be stupid like your father!" she shouted. I remember my face contorting to anger, how my fists clenched as she continued to scream. 

I finally exploded, "Why don't you go out and get a job if you don't want me hunting, then? You'd rather we starve?!" I said, slamming the table. "I won't die, I won't end up like father! I won't be Capitol's pig, neither was he!" 

"But if you do die?" She argued back, tears flowing down her cheeks as she gripped both my shoulders. "I'm only thinking of you, Y/n!"

I scoffed, glaring at her, "If you're thinking of us so much, then why aren't you helping us?! If I don't die being accused of rebellion, then I'll die because of those stupid games because of you!"

"Don't blame me for this! It was your father's fault for being brash—" She reasoned, but I cut her off by pushing her off me. I stared at her as if she grew three heads. "They asked you," I whispered, "All you did was nod, you could've lied."

Her green eyes shook at my words, "Lie to the Peacekeepers? The Capitol? And get us killed as well?! I only what your father wanted," 

"They didn't have anything on father! It was your voice that gave it away! It's your fault that he's dead, now we're over here starving because you can't get over yourself—"

Then there was a sting on my cheek. She had slapped me. My eyes landed on a crying Kunal; guilt surged through me, so I ran. I ran to the woods and slept on top of a tree, humming a soft tune to the mockingjays next to me. They listened and sung back. I fell asleep to their lullaby, surprisingly, not falling off.

I found my hand on the same cheek my mother slapped that day. I was going to die the same way I said, how ironic. I won't be able to apologize or tell my mother I loved her anymore. A sigh left my lips as I continued to stare out the window. 

I clenched my fists, punching the wall as my breath hitched. I let out a groan, holding the stinging part of my hand. I glared at the wall, grumbling under my breath before I decided to fall asleep, not wanting to think of my regrets and what I could've done. As I closed my eyes, I only hoped my dreams would be pleasant. 

"Up! Up! Up! It's a big big day!"

Effie Trinket's voice awoke me from my dreamless slumber. I groaned, muttering profanities as she left my compartment. I tried to imagine what it was like in that stupid wig--- well--- head of hers, it made my head hurt.

I had fallen asleep in the green shirt, causing it to become wrinkled, the. Not that I cared, there will be some stylist stripping me anyways. I shuddered at the thought of Capitol people touching me, what a nightmare. My eyes landed on the packet of cookies on my bedside table. I decided to grab it.

I entered the dining compartment, still half-lidded and yawning. Effie Trinket brushes me with a cup of black coffee. She was muttering obscenities, probably because of Haymitch. Peeta held a roll, looking somewhat embarrassed  "Sit down! Sit down!" Haymitch said.

Peeta flashed me a smile, amused by how dishevelled I look. To be fair, I wasn't a morning person, I find waking up to be a tiring task. I rubbed my eyes, the packet of cookies still in my hands as I slid down the chair.

They served an enormous platter of food. I'd hate to admit it, but I was starving. So for the first time, I decided to stab it with the fork, not sure what to do with the cookies so I pocketed them. I figured I'd eat them much. . . much later.

I chewed slowly, glare on my face as my eyes struggled to remain open. I didn't even notice the orange juice next to me because of it. Peeta nudged me, handing me a cup of brown, rich liquid. It was quite warm. "They call it hot chocolate," he said. "It's quite good,"

My green eyes moved from him to the cup, then back to him. As if asking for permission. I sniffed, muttering a "thank you," before I took the cup from him. The moment the hot chocolate touched my lips I felt awake.

Not only was it hot, but it was also amazing. I've never tasted anything like this before. Coffee was a luxury, this I cannot even fathom. After I've drained my cup, I put it down and muster a sheepish smile. "Is there more?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Effie seemed to be excited by my sudden interest. "Glad you're finally appreciating the finer things," she quipped as another cup was passed to me. "Right," I responded, gripping the cup tightly.

I stopped eating when I felt somewhat full, only asking for more hot chocolate. Peeta is still eating, breaking off bits of roll and dipping them in his hot chocolate.

Haymitch hasn’t paid much attention to his platter, but he’s knocking back a glass of red juice that he keeps thinning with a clear liquid from a bottle. Judging by the fumes, it’s some kind of spirit. I don’t know Haymitch, but I’ve seen him often enough in the Hob, tossing handfuls of money on the counter of the woman who sells white liquor. He’ll be a mess again by the time we reach the Capitol.

"So, you're supposed to give us advice," I said, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He grinned, "Here's some advice, stay alive," then he burst out laughing.

My brows furrowed, "Ha. Ha." I let out, unamused. I glanced to Peeta, surprised to see Hardness in his eyes. Usually, he looked mild. "That's very funny," he said as if adding to my remark. He suddenly lashed out at the glass in Haymitch's hands. It shattered, spilling the blood-red liquid on the floor. "Only not to us,"

Haymitch took this opportunity to punch Peeta straight in the jaw, knocking the boy out of his chair before turning around to reach for more spirits. I stopped him, driving a knife into the table, between his hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers.

I expected some sort of retaliation, but that didn't come. "Oh, well what is this?" he said. "Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?"

Peeta rose from the floor and scoops up a handful of ice from under the fruit tureen. He started to raise it to the red mark on his jaw.

"No," Haymitch stopped him. "Let the bruise show. The audience will think you’ve mixed it up with another tribute before you’ve even made it to the arena."

"That’s against the rules," said Peeta. "Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought, you weren’t caught, even better," said Haymitch. He turns to me. “Can you hit anything other than the table?"

I shrugged, pulling the knife off the table. "Your head or. . ." I said, before tossing the knife in between the seams of two panels. If I was confident at one thing, it's my aim. But not so much with a bow.

"Stand over here. Both of you," ordered Haymitch, nodding to the middle of the room. We obey and he circles us, prodding us like animals at times, checking our muscles, examining our faces. “Well, you’re not entirely hopeless. Seem fit. And once the stylists get hold of you, you’ll be attractive enough.”

Peeta and I don’t question this. The Hunger Games aren’t a beauty contest, but the best-looking tributes always seem to pull more sponsors. Though I do enjoy the fact that the stylists are likely going to have a hard time styling me.

"All right, I’ll make a deal with you. You don’t interfere with my drinking, and I’ll stay sober enough to help you," said Haymitch. "But you have to do everything I say,"

Of course, there's a catch. "Fine," Peeta said while I shrugged carelessly, sipping on my hot chocolate. "In a few minutes, we’ll be pulling into the station. You’ll be put in the hands of your stylists. You’re not going to like what they do to you. But no matter what it is, don’t resist," Instructed Haymitch

Oh, well there goes my plan on being a general nuisance. Damn you, Haymitch.

He takes the bottle of spirits from the table and leaves the car. As the door swings shut behind him, the car goes dark. There are still a few lights inside, but outside it’s as if night has fallen again. I realize we must be in the tunnel that runs up through the mountains into the Capitol. The mountains form a natural barrier between the Capitol and the eastern districts. It is almost impossible to enter from the east except through the tunnels. This geographical advantage was a major factor in the districts losing the war that led to my being a tribute today. Since the rebels had to scale the mountains made them easy targets for the Capitol's air forces.

Peeta and I stood in silence. My finger raised, mouth opening but I decided it wasn't worth it and awkwardly shuffled to one of the windows. He seemed to have caught on, however. "Nice view, isn't it?" he joked.

"I guess if you're blind," I answered dryly, raising the warm cup to my lips. "Sophisticated darkness, my favourite type," I finished.

He chuckled, walking next to me, the train slowing on cue. My muscles tensed as the sunlight entered the compartment. It was blinding. After my eyes adjusted I finally saw the Capitol.

I would be lying if I said it wasn't beautiful. Rainbow hued buildings that tower to the sky, possibly beyond. Shiny cars rolling on the fancy, clean pavement streets. The cameras failed to capture its beauty. It would've been perfect if not for the fact that the oddly dressed colours, wearing blizzard wigs and painted faces exist.

They looked painfully artificial. I much prefer the natural tones of district 12. "Eugh, how do they look at themselves?" I muttered, catching the attention of Peeta, who chuckled at my comment.

Huh, I forgot that he was there.

The same disgusting people began to point at us, enthralled. I was sickened, they couldn't wait to watch us kill each other like wild wolves. I suppose that's better than ending up at soup.

I stepped back, a scowl on my face. No longer able to stand the obnoxious attires and the mocking smiles of scums. Peeta held his ground, smiling and waving at them.

He only stopped when the train stopped at the station, blocking up from their view. "Who knows?" he said. "Some of them may be rich."

My body seemed to freeze as I took one last sip of the now-luke warm hot chocolate. That's when I realized, I had misjudged him. Not that I can read people well.

Which made sense, if I could I would've known that his father visiting me, offering to help Haymitch only to challenge him and now, waving and smiling at those slugs. He had a plan in mind.

He hasn't accepted his death yet. Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread was fighting hard.

And that terrified me.

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Cerulean Butterflies

Dabi x Good Girl Reader

You just can't help but let him in when Dabi comes calling, even though he's definitely out of place in your perfect little life

Angst? Idk kinda ,more like one sided pining

Words- 1.4k

Warnings- Sex is kinda eluded to but nothing graphic, just Dabi being a brat

A/N- Oh ho ho I finally posted some original work and OOP MY SECOND FIC. Anyway I’d love feedback. And I hope I got his personality right <3

You sighed, throwing your laptop off your lap and on to the other side of the couch. Looking around your neat apartment you were pleased at how productive you had been today. The group presentation that was due the next day was turned in. The assignment due next week could totally be put off until tomorrow. Your laundry was tumbling in the dryer, and you had meals prepped, so no more worrying about cooking for the next few days

Rubbing your eyes you decided could go on your phone or read a little bit before going to bed, so you hopped up to put on your pjs. But before you could reach your bedroom, you stopped at the open window in your living room. You covered your eyes and groaned.

You shook your head trying to undo your thoughts. Tonight had been going SO well. Of course he had to worm his way into it. For some reason, nights like the ones outside your window would always remind you of him. Nights where the moon was full and the sky wasn´t black but indigo. And you could see every cloud illuminated.

You needed to stop thinking about him. You knew men like him liked to chew up and spit out girls like you. He knew what he wanted, and there was a reason he was so good at it. But you couldn't help it, he could deliver you to heaven and cradle you as you fell back down. Dabi was addicting.

You made your way to your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from thinking of him. But as soon as you had put on your pajamas, you heard a knock on your door. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, and the most devilish motherfucker you knew was standing on your doorstep. You sighed and pulled on a cardigan, trying to come up with a good reason to send him away.

Opening your door, you lean against the doorway to block him from entering.

“What Dabi?”

You watched his eyes as he racked them up and down your figure, and suddenly every bit of confidence you had melted away. His gaze just held that type of power over you.

“Aw, no hello kiss?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

You blush, and can´t meet his eyes. Pouting you say “No, I only give kisses to good boys.”

He scoffs. Yeah that was to be expected.

“Listen Dabi, I really can't help you with whatever you need this time...” You still cant meet his gaze, and you just hope, by some miracle he´d maybe turn around and leave.

He signs “Doll,” His sudden change of tone makes you look up in concern, and he meets your eyes.

His eyes always shocked you, the cerulean made you question how eyes that beautiful really existed. You shifted your gaze to his scars and staples, and you felt a pang in your heart.

No! You couldn't get soft now, not when you almost had a strong start.

“I'll spare you the details, but things haven't been going well for me recently, and I know you don't like when I steal...” Now he's the one who can´t meet your eyes.

Steal? What was he… Oh, he was hungry.

Well, now you felt like a dick. Looking in his eyes you tried to come up with a reason to say no. Really you did, but you couldn't deny him. So you move out of the door to let him in

He bussels into your home, suddenly a new man, “So what's for dinner?”

You purse your lips staring at his back. Fucker, he knew you couldn't say no when it came to stuff like that.

You made your way to your kitchen, rolling your eyes as you say, “Whatever I decide to make for you.”

“Aw is someone pouting? Just admit you can´t resist me.” He says the last part in a sing-song voice and you want to kick him out right then and there, he could go hungry for all you care. But when he looks away, his smirk drops and suddenly your ache to cradle his face and kiss every inch of it. He looked so tired.

Deciding against punching his already imperfect face, you start working on his meal. It feels like it takes forever as you cut food and stand in front of the stove, you can feel his eyes on your back the whole time. You try to ignore them and act natural, but it wasn´t until the very end when you were standing in front of the stove stirring the food when you suddenly felt a presence behind your back.

“So,” Dabi says as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against you, “how will I ever repay you?”

“Don't go acting like a gentleman now Dabi,” you slap away the hand that was getting a little too close to your chest, “I know when I´m being exploited.”

“Good them we’re on the same page.” He chuckles and smacks your ass, making you squeak.

He moves to lean against the counter a few feet away, and you will yourself to not look up into his eyes until the food is ready.

When you finally hand him the plate, you sit side by side at the island. After a few moments he asks “What are you thinking about?”

You immediately look away from him. You had been thinking about something, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. You were even having trouble telling yourself.

In reality you were scolding yourself, telling yourself to stop thinking about what this thing right in front of you meant. Because it could never mean what you really wanted. Because what you really wanted was to turn to him and scream that you loved him. You wanted to shake him and yell hysterically and maybe just hurt him a little. To say ‘Can't you see that when you're here you're my everything. Can't you see me falling right in front of you, won't you catch me?’ But you didn't think you would ever be able to tell him.

You were also terrified to fall in love with him. Because even though you might love him, loving and being in love were separate things. And you knew that if you fell in love with him and he adored you like you wanted to be adored, he would have to ask you to do things you didn't know you could do. Things that any self respecting girl with a future ahead of her would run from as fast as she could. And you couldn't blame her. You could never abandon the future you were so delicately building for yourself.

So you would pretend that you couldn´t understand your feelings, that you didn't know how you felt about Dabi, that everything was a bundle of hatred, guilt and lust. But you knew yourself, and knew it was pretend. But how could you tell him? How do you tell someone like him you loved him?

So instead of telling the man you loved the truth, all you said was, “How obnoxious you are.” As you stole something off his plate.

“Me? The obnoxious one? Well that's certainly out of charter for a good girl such as yourself...” He began as you giggled, bumping his shoulder.

And so the night would go. It would go like every night before, and every night to follow. Unless one day you had the nerve to ruin it all. You would talk with him while he ate, making each other laugh, and roll your eyes. You would end up a blushing mess every now and then. Eventually you would fall into bed, where he would make you feel SO good, good enough to forget, to let the butterflies in your stomach consume you, to enjoy their frantic wings and how brave they made you feel. You would go back and forth from bed, to the kitchen, to bed. Until finally he would keep you warm as you fell asleep. He would warm your bed for long enough. And you would wake all by yourself, only to remember him in flashes that would make you blush. You would remember him until you could will yourself to stop, until you organized your life again, into its neat clean rows. But sometimes you´d slip up, remembering, leaving you alone with only a feeling. He would leave nothing but a storm of cureulian butterflies.

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[ooo if you're still doing the sentence prompts!] It's dark and his heart is heavy in his throat.

I’ve Had A Day and this escalated.

He’s tired of it all. Exhaustion runs deep in his veins. It steals his breath away, hides it down below at the bottom of the ocean, daring him to drown so he could truly be alive.

He doesn’t dare think he is secretly searching for death. It’s not death he seeks; it has never been. Ever since he has been young and capable of understanding that the galaxy is so much larger than his mother’s embrace, he has wanted nothing more than to be alive.

He wants to see the world again for the first time without having to wonder about the bloodshed and the horrors he might find. He knows there are people out there capable of looking at a meadow and think of all the flowers blooming there without their vision being overtaken by images of barren wasteland.

He can’t.

He doesn’t know how to.

The darkness that keeps tearing at every fiber of his being sinks its teeth deep into his mind and every time he tries to escape it, he is left with a gushing wound, bleeding out on the cold floor.

The water keeps rising.

It is only a question of time until he will be lost in its depths.

He doesn’t mind as much as he ought to, but the part of him that remembers warmth protests that he’s become so used to shivering in the cold. It’s funny how much he adored water until his Master showered him in it, dunking his head beneath it to teach him that he has no wants of his own.

He will be what his Master needs him to be and only that.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

It feels like giving up, giving in, but if that were the case, he wouldn’t be fighting against it still. His limbs are growing heavier by the minute and he knows he can’t keep this up forever. His Master says that he is the strongest Force-user ever born, calls him a sun with the knowledge of someone who has seen what destruction a star can bring.

His Master doesn’t know that even stars burn out.

And his light is so close to fading, it is a miracle that it’s still strong enough to cast any shadows at all. It bears fruit to desperation within him. He swallows mouthfuls of water when he tries to speak, but he forces out the words anyway.

Please.

The art of begging is nothing unfamiliar to him. He has done nothing else in front of his Master. He lashes out with the expected anger and rage, though nowadays, he can’t even tell anymore whether those are his emotions or just a reflection of how he knows he should behave. Underneath that exterior, he begs his Master not to hurt him again, not to take away the last comfort he has, not to violate the memories of his mother, of a childhood bound in chains that was still so full of light he scarcely recalls the bomb beneath his skin.

The hands that reach for him a warm, kind. They do not smell of sacrifice and decay, and he wants to weep because of how careful they are.

He closes his eyes.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

The world around them is silent as he’s pulled close to a body, his bloodied face leaning against an unarmored chest. A heartbeat thrums beneath the skin and it would be so easy to reach for a lightsaber, to summon the Force and kill this person. It is what he has been created for. The destruction left in his wake is his purpose, his singular goal.

He can’t bring himself to lift even a finger.

He curls up as much as his injuries allow him to, thinking himself so much younger than the years he actually counts. The gentle hands of before began to comb through his hair, messy golden curls covered by ashes. The sensation is soothing, calming. His breath stutters and the motion stops, hands pull away. The lack of contact draws a pitiful whine from his throat, but he doesn’t dare to open his eyes and see what expression the other makes. He might lose whatever resemblance of control he has if he allows himself to examine his situation further, to be drawn out of this sweet lullaby of a moment.

Don’t leave me.

A warm hand returns to his cheek and he thinks it might be burning him with the fires of Mustafar.

“You don’t need to beg.”

The so familiar voice, his salvation and nightmare, is just loud enough that only he can hear it.

“I’m not your Master. I do not demand obedience. I only need your permission.”

You have it, take me with you, please, please, please—

He starts crying in earnest now, hides his face in the chest because he can’t face the world outside of the bubble he created. His shoulders tremble and he holds onto whatever warmth he can find with an iron grip.

“Can you tell me your name, dear one?”

Inevitability, his mother named him in the dead of night, blood covering her thighs. She never told him whether she had the same gift of foresight as him and bestowed upon his fate one last prophecy.

Anakin.

His chance at freedom hums as sweetly as the winds that used to tousle his hair during dawn, then he stands up. He carries Anakin as if he weighs nothing, and perhaps after months on the run, he doesn’t. Anakin still continues sobbing even when his mind is wrapped in the same warmth as his mind, spring sunlight shining through suddenly shallow waters as his body is lifted out of the ocean. Unconditional love and acceptance flood the fledgling bond that gives his soul wings and allows him to look at the pit below.

It’s still there and he is terrified of sinking into the darkness.

I don’t want to go back.

You won’t, I promise.

He is carried out of the Sith temple, whose ghosts scream and attack his fragmented shields. They are incapable of reaching him, his new guardian already protecting him with a ferocity Anakin can’t remember witnessing before.

His mother had been too tortured herself to offer him this sense of safety.

It’s even colder outside than it was within the building and his protector takes a deep breath, steadying himself. They are barely a few steps away from the gateway, but the world already feels so much more alive. The stars above are as loud and bright as the souls wandering outside this desecrated hall.

“General Kenobi—” One out of thousand identical voices rings out.

His shield stops and Anakin fears this is all a lie, a trick, but comforting melodies and featherlight brushes against his worries reassure him.

“We have apprehended Darth Vader,” his savior says with a steady voice. “Get a secure comm to the Council and tell them I have taken Anakin Skywalker into my custody. He will remain there until his former Master is apprehended.”

You will keep me?

For as long as you want me to.

And if I don’t learn to let go?

“Then I will spend forever teaching you,” Obi-Wan Kenobi says. Nothing in his voice allows for Anakin to doubt him.

Anakin gathers what strength remains within him and throws himself into a running leap, trusting that he will not crash back into the dark ocean below, but that Obi-Wan will catch him.

(He does. Again and again, even years after his Master’s death.)

[kanesthirstblog]

NSFW ALPHABET: ABE HARUAKI

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

Requires lots of aftercare but also wants to take care of you. Very clingly, like, will latch onto you and cuddle you for the rest of the night clingy. You should probably give him some reassurance or comfort, he seems like the type to stress about whether or not he was any good to you once the fun is over.

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

Hmmm... Totally the sappy kinda guy who tells you he loves all of your body and thinks it's beautiful and 100% means every praise he sings you about it. He loves everything about you from your soft hair to the tips of your toes.

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

God. Just imagining him sprawled out on any surface with an exhausted yet dopey look in his eyes, covered in his own cum (and/or yours of course!) after a few rounds of sex really makes me feel satisfied. Really can't explain this one

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

Secretly a bit of a masochist but also scared of being hurt so he never asks even if he really wants to.

Also secretly owns a couple erotic novels he used as "research" when you first brought up wanting a sexual relationship. Since you are his first, he would want to see how he's supposed to act in that scenenrio so he could please you properly. (But damn was he shocked when you wanted to be the dominant one. That wasn't in his books.) Haruaki learns the importance of communication that day.

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

Dudes a canon virgin y'all. This also excites me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Secretly loves it when he's on his back so he can see your face as you ride him or peg him. He just thinks you're the prettiest person he's evermet and loves watching you even as you tease or toy with him.

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

He's a sappy guy. Would probably look at you like a puppy who sees someone they really love. Besides that he's have that dopey look like he's never been happier than he is in that moment, smiling up at you.

Once you've had sex a couple times he might start opening up more, cracking jokes and asking shy requests from you.

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

Yup. Makes sure he's nice and clean especially

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

He really tries hard to be romantic but he has 0 experience in this area and often fumbles his way through it by trying to be sweet and make you feel good. Very bad at saying romantic things and would probably give up after a bit before he dies from embarassment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I actually think he'd barely masturbate if he did at all. This is partly because I actually have an asexual headcanon for him and partly cause in canon he seems really put off by sexual things if not being outright afraid of them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Contrary to some of the fandom headcanons, I don't really imagine the sailor uniform thing as a kink. It just seems like a typical fixation or something that gets played up for laughs to a strange degree. But maybe thats my ADHD dumbass brain projecting my ADHD onto a fave. (Off topic but him knowing everything about sailor uniforms, from design to creation, being able to make them himself, getting happy any time he sees one, ect. Are headcanons I have because his weird fixation with them reminds me of my fixation on rocks, mushrooms, and jewelry.)

HOWEVER

Praise kink. Body worship. He'd love to be pet gently while you tell him how pretty he is. How you love his soft hair or his long legs or slender form as you lightly trail you fingertips down his body or card fingers through his hair. And he would do the same for you too.

Might at least try pegging, and then realizes he actually likes it when you hold him down and pound his ass.

Would be too embarrassed and a bit scared to bring this up but actually likes the idea being treated roughly. If you could pull at his hair and bite him even a little bit he'd practically melt in your hands.

Might try bondage if it's light. Soft hand cuffs or silk ropes are the way to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. Anywhere is fine as long as its at home

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

The fastest way is probably being physical with him or just stripping for him. He gets embarassed and tries to hide but you know he's aroused, you can feel it when you sit on his lap.

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

He'd probably not be okay with having more than one partner. You might frighten him if he starts feeling like you guys are ganging up on him.

Public/semi-public sex is a no go. Especially since he is a teacher, he wouldn't risk his job on the off chance you both get caught.

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

I think he actually might no be very into oral at first. But will give or recieve though you may have to hear some complaint about it being kind of unsanitary or something. He's also kinda bad a giving oral but what did you expect? He's a virgin.

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

Personally prefers the slow and sensual kinda sex but you set the pace regardless so ultimately it's up to you. He won't be turned into a stuttering mess right away if you guys take it slow.

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

Alright with it as long as it stays private. You'll be the only one asking for these but try to get him in the morning before he leaves for work so you can corner him against a counter. Its best when his back is turned so you can grab his hair and lick along his throat, nipping here and there. He'd shiver in your arms as you trail a hand down to undo his pants

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

As long as it isn't a risk to him (would probably be too scared to try knifeplay) or job (no public/semi-public sex) you could probably talk him into it.

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

Hmmm... Depends I guess. I feel like he might only be active for a round or maybe 2 before he starts slowing down. You could still pound the guy into the mattress but he'll have those half lidded doe eyes cloudy with exhaustion. He'd wrap his arms around you loosely as if you'll help ground him to the waking world and try to hold you closer to him.

At that point you should definitely ask a few times before you start another round to make sure he's okay and reassure him that it's alright to stop now. Strikes me as someone who could easily fall into a place where he'd hide his desire to stop just so you can use him for your own fun since it makes you happy. That could be kinda bad for his mental health.

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

You'd be the one with all the toys tbh. But you can sure as hell use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not much of a tease but if he's feeling playful, he might play up the innocent look of his. He really is a pretty innocent guy actually, but he knows you love that sweet look he's got to him and he will use it on you.

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

So damn loud. This guy would moan and beg loudly, scream your name and plead for mercy, for relief as you all but eat him alive. Might even cry and whine and beg. Oh, but he tries to be quiet so he doesn't risk disturbing anyone. He'd purse his lips and turn away from you while you play with his body in an attempt to stay quiet but he always gives in quickly. It's easy to turn this guy into a whimpering, begging mess no matter how many times you do this.

You'll know when he's tired because he will be unable to make much noise besides low pants and gasps. Probably best to wrap things up at that point before ya fuck him unconcious.

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

I have a few actually.

-Has a hard time saying no to you. He's a bit cowardly and overthinks and he would be afraid to lose a first relationship. This is potentially hazardous to his mental health because he might say "yes" to something he doesn't want for fear of losing you. Consent is important though so even if it's difficult at first, keep checking to make sure he's alright.

-I actually headcanon him as a sex indifferent asexual. He can 100% live with sex or without it. Doesn't matter to him, though he's terrified of trying it for the first time.

-The first time you tried to get him in bed, you pinned him to a wall and he was terrified because he thought you were trying to shake him down or harass him. (Well, the latter part was true but not the way he expected.) And then you kissed him and he straight up broke, wrapped himself in blankets and hid under the futon for the rest of the day. Disappointing? Sure, but damn was it cute.

-I'm actually caught up on how he would take to dirty talk tbh since a lot of it I've seen or heard involves some form or another of calling your partner a slut or whatever. Seems to be popular. On one hand if he's secretly a masochist, he might be into it. But on the other, he also seems like he might take anything you say to him to heart and beat himself up over it and would ultimately not like it. Also probably would not be comfortable if he did the dirty talking and assuming he manages to make it through the night without apologizing to you for everything he says, then you'll hear it when you finish.

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

Mandragora patterned briefs. You cannot change my mind on this one.

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

Not very, so he's pretty chill about it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much you exhausted him but it usually doesn't take that long.

Bonus:

Some more cute Haruaki.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

ABOUT TRUST.

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Hank “Tranq” Loza daughter!Reader

Anon asked: can you do an imagine with bishop losa where you have a secret relationship with bishop and you two are having sex and hank (your dad) catch you two.

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

Word count: 1.9k

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The sun is shining on top of the sky, when you start to feel somekind of awaken, with two hands holding yours. One lying on your stomach, another surrounding your neck and your throat. It's a nice feeling his chest breathing against your back, as his breath collides on your nape. You sigh, sinking your nose on his forearm, 'cause yes, it's a good dream.

A finger running through your right cheek, putting away a small brist of hair, making you squirm on the sofa with a heavy and sleepy snort. Then a lips pressing your skin in a soft caress, while two arms are surrounding your body to lift you up. It's half past four am, and you fell asleep watching a TV show you can't remember which one was. Resting your head on his chest on the way to the bed. Your eyes getting almost opened in some flashes, recognizing your room, when he leaves you there. Again, his lips kissing your forehead. It's a good dream, you think. It's like if a eternity has passed, when his arms wrap you again, pushing you closer to that delicious smell you could die for. It's insane how much you need it in your daylife, being an agony every time he has to leave Santo Padre.

“Wake up”. Like a distant whisper, you hear his voice. But you refuse to do it, so he's gonna disappear again. “Mi amor…”

Another one accompanied by some kisses on your head, sliding his lips over your hair, reaching your neck. A soft gasp leaves your lips. One week separated and you're starting to be so needy in all the possible aspects that you're dreaming with him. With a slight sob you shake your head, holding tightly his arms around you.

“I don' want you to go again”. You say somewhat sleepy.

“I don' gotta go anywhe'”.

Your eyes snap open, touring with your orbs the fingers tangled with yours. Your heart jump, turning so fast over the mattress that you almost feel dizzy. Bishop is truly there. It's not a dream. Smiling with both eyebrows raised, chuckling in silence. You hug him, screaming for a second, before filling his face with kisses listening his laughter as he tries to give you back every kiss. You suppose that last night he came to your house and brought you to bed.

“It's good to be back at home”. He says holding you closer.

“I missed you”. Your lips finally find his.

He missed you too, by the way he has to kiss you. So slow and careful, wanting to enjoy every single inch of them, while one of his hands get tangled in your hair. Your teeth collide for a moment, making you laugh against his mouth and his tongue looking for yours. Drowning a moan there, his free hand travels to your ass grabbing it and pinching it. Forcing you to place a leg on his waist, you discover that he's naked and by the way how hard he is, moving your hips slowly as you're trying to feel some more friction. Your left hand getting slide among your bodies, grabbing gently all his extension and giving him a chill that makes him grunt between teeth.

“Fuck… baby girl, I need you”. He bites your low lip, as your wrist it moves faster at times, caressing his swollen glans with your thumb whenever you can. “Take it, mi amor. It's all yours. Only yours”.

With a naughty smile on your lips, drawing a way of kisses down of his chest, traveling all around his abdomen noticing how shaky his breath his, until the tip of your tongue roams his hardened skin. Grabbing your hair with a hand, so he can maintain your gaze full of lust, when you take his cock inside your mouth pushing him to the limit. Your nose touching his low abdomen, as he's forcing your throat. You can see Bishop leaning his head back slightly with his eyes almost white, till you need some air to breathe. Moving your lips somekind faster from top to bottom, with your tongue touring his sensible skin, his guttural growls start to flood the room. This is your favourite part, tasting him as he enjoy every caress you give him stroking your throat with the reddened and delicious head of his cock. It's fucking amazing.

“Com'ere, baby”. Holding your chin with two fingers, he raised you up enough to kiss you whilst he's getting up to rest his back against the metallic headboard, so you can sit on top of him. “Did you miss daddy, ah?”

Pulling away some bristles of your hair you nod with no hesitate, kissing him away. His tongue tastes good fighting with yours. His fingers curl the fabric of your shirt, lifting up above your head to throw it away. Bishop's moustache gives you some tickles on your neck when his teeth bite your collarbone softly and his fingers squeezing and pinching your nipples.

“Daddy needs you, baby girl”. He mutters, going up his lips kissing you under your chin, on it, until he reaches your lips so desperate that you can feel it as if it was your feeling.

He's tired after too much hours riding from southern Cali to northern and the only thing you want is please him, make him know that he's back at home so he can rest calmly. Guiding his warm cock between your thighs, you bounce on him just one time. His fingers getting nailed on your ass with a pleasure howl from him sinked in your lips.

“Fuck, mi amor… don't move. Let me enjoy it”. He almost begs pulling you closer, with your hands caressing his chest.

You can feel how Bishop is getting harder inside you, pressing your tightness in a delectable agony taking away your breath. Moving your hips slowly in a soft dance, keeping your gaze darkened, the pleasure is finding you. It feels better than finger yourself whilst he's moaning by the other side of the phone, when you two are in different parts of the country. Spreading your legs a little more, every pound gets deeper, faster and rough than the last, wailing his name with a broken voice. His saliva wetting your throat, filling it with small red bruises marking his territory in need of makes you know that you are his and he's yours.

“Hey, baby, I brou—”.

At least, your father had knock the door before coming in, giving you the enough time to sit by Bishop's side and cover your body with the sheets. The scene is the most awkward and uncomfortable moment you've had to live. Hank with a hand on the doorknob, Bishop licking his lips with an ill-at-tease look on his face, and you trying to hide under the sheets.

“I'm pretty sure he saw you too”. The older mutters twisting his head to a side just a little, as if your father couldn't hear him, but with his eyes on his.

“I can explain”. You say feeling your whole body shaking terrified.

“You better do”. Tranq's face has no expression on it and his hoarse and rough voice gives you cumbersome chills. “Get the fuc' outta' my daughter' house, Obispo, before I shoot you till the charger is empty”.

Your boyfriend doesn't say anything, nodding with his tongue touring his teeth for a second, before getting up from the bed to get dressed and collect his stuff. And he also doesn't give a fuck about Tranq being your father, proving it when he kneel above the mattress placing a hand on your nape so he can kiss your forehead.

“I love you”. He also says, leaving another kiss on your right cheek, taking off of one of the kutte' pockets a small red box. “From LA”.

Bishop leaves the room in silence and your father doesn't even look at him, with his eyes full of rage on yours. So, when you hear the main door getting closed, his snorts heavy supporting his shoulder on the door frame.

“Da—”.

“Are you fuckin' kiddin' me, (Y/N)?”

“Let me have a shower and we wi—”

“Stay there. Ashamed as you should be. What the fuck were you thinking, ah? Bishop? Really? You betray my trust for what? For a… frig?”

“Bishop is not a one-night-stand, dad”. You try to explain him, irritated and desperate.

“Shit, it only get worse when you think he's gonna have somekind of serious thing with you…” Tranq rubs his face with both hands laughing bittersweet.

“Two days ago was our anniversary”. You spit at him, raising the small box between your fingers, with both eyebrows upped. And you can hear how his heart stop for a while. “I didn' know how to… tell you, and I'm sorry. But I'm old enough to make my own choices. I didn' meant to fuck up your trust in me, but it just happened”.

“There are no secret between us, that's what I thought. But seems like I'm not that important to you”.

“C'mon, dad! That's not fair!” Tangling your body in the sheets, you get up from the bed walking towards him. “I love you, more than anyone and you know it well. But I was afraid of this happening”.

“So what? You were gonna hide it from me all your life?”

“'Course not!” You say a little bit louder. “He truly loves me and takes care of me, that's the only thing that should matter to you”.

“Till he breaks your heart”.

“It's not gonna happen. Likewise, it's the law of life and no one can avoid it”. You sigh closing your eyes just for one second, trying to calm yourself. “I—I'm sorry. So sorry. But I love him and I didn'... meant to hurt you”.

“Breakfast is gonna get cold”. He just replies, turning over his boots to leave your house in complete silence.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

You're playing with the golden collar around your neck, lying on the sofa waiting for a text or a call, after the night has fallen down. Neither your father, nor Bishop, have answered to their phones, starting to think about the worst possible sceneries where your boyfriend get shot, stabbed, asphyxiated by Tranq's hands… Until the sound of some keys colliding open the front door. Jumping off of the sofa, you run to the entrance, finding Bishop's bloody face. Covering your trembling lips with a hand, he starts to laugh confusing you. His nose is almost broken, with an open wound on his left eyebrow and gap on his lower lip. You can't even imagine how are his ribs, knowing that it's your father's favourite place to punch.

“I'm okay, but I need my nurse”. He says taking off the helmet and the kutte to leave them on the small table next to the door.

“My father…?”

“In the Mayans' ring”. He nods wrapping your waist between his arms as you place your hands on his neck, so you can study better his face. “He said that he… ‘approves’ it, after threaten to spread my body across the desert if I hurt you”.

“Shit, 'am sorry, Bish…”

“It was worth it, baby girl. But I really need you to heal me, 'cause it hurts as fuck”.

“Com'ere, boxer…”

[artsyxloner]

Not just a Monster

Warning: Blood, Violence, death

24: Secrets out

Read 3rd P.O.V

Soo-Nico laid on top of the other dead body's some of her group and others of the invaders. Flies were landing on them as blood seemed in more through their clothes creating large puddles of different types of blood.

The monster inside of Soo-Nico was beginning to fester. Taking over every inch of her body, telling the dying girl to wake up. That it wasn't her time or ever will be inevitable. She was going to evolve into something much more stronger and powerful.

In no time she'll be a ticking time bomb, as her wound was healing already. It would be like nothing had happened. The color was coming back to her ghostly green pale skin going back to its original color Gradually.

" come on!" Her inside monster would yell. " get up." Even though the monster wasn't supposed to care or worry about its host it somehow felt bad. I remembered when I said I'll be real soon the desire to resist us too tempting.

Maybe it was time for it. She couldn't stay full human forever. For humans to survive, they would have to change it was the only way as Soo-Nico had no choice but to Evolve.

Her body gave into the deep void of death that wanted to swallow her whole. Her fingers and toes started to twitch one by one her chest began to rise up and down again.

Then all in one moment her lids flashed open revealing nothing but fully black eyes. Tears dripped from down them As her head inhumanely twisted from side to side giving off sinister smile.

" They think they can kill me?" She laughed crazily, " oh, they can try but they can't kill the desires that are inside!" Soo-Nico sat up. Staring at the dead bodies she sat on top of.

" They can't kill my friends!" Those were the last words that slip out of her bloodied-up dried lips. Thinking about her friends. Those invaders were all going to die.

Soo-Nico P.O.V

When I woke up I didn't recognize myself. I didn't know why I was crying? However, I began to smile, for some reason looking from side to side I felt different.

It was like I had awoken in someone else's body. Soon a couple of memories came flooding back to the surface of my brain. Little fragments here and there. I had stayed with a group inside this apartment building.

But I can't remember anyone else or anything before I came here? I wondered why I was In a darkish closet that smelled weird. And files were everywhere.

I then realized what happened invaders had come in. Attacking my people killing some and trying to kill me in the process little did they know?  My smile widened. " they think they can kill me?" I began to laugh and not the type where I find something funny.

" oh, they can try but they can't kill these desire inside!" I desired to get back at the ones who harmed me did me wrong they were foolish just to kill anyone. I sat up seeing the dead bodies my some of my people, and the invaders.

" They can't kill my friends!" those were the last words that left my lips that tasted strange and felt dry. I thought about my friends and how the others were going to die for what they did.

Standing up I walked towards the door grasping the nob opening it slowly. The light was bright that I had to Squint my eyes and look away for a moment. The air was filled with dust and smoke giving off a haze.

I stayed there for a few seconds until continuing. Soon a dead body came into view it was on fire. It was Sun-Young. Guess she turned too.

Passing the Elevators and the large column that was right around the corner a large man was standing in front of a group I knew who they were.

Their faces showed sorrow, " she's going to die isn't she?" The man with the glasses said. But the guy with the gun wasn't so thrilled and told him to shut up.

Threatening him with his gun, no one noticed me yet as I was standing in someone's blood. Soon others came in I recognized one, with the crazy hair and the sickening urges for girls.

I felt my fingers' nails sharp as I clenched my fist. I wanted to kill him. " Where the hell have you been?!" The man that was guarding asked.  " Shut your trap your breath stinks—" he glanced over at me.

Eyes going wide, I grinned a little. " what the fuck is wrong with that chick?" He pointed and soon everyone was taken back in surprise. By Fear mixed in with relief and confusion. The girl in the red jumper stood up.

" Soo-Nico?!" The girl called, I remembered her name to be Eun-Yoo, she knew about me being infected. Tears were in her eyes. " sit down!!" the man screamed at her. Her brother Eun-Hyuk pulled her down.

" so the bitch is a monster all along," The crazy hair boy walked over to me. " I can't wait to kill you!" He spits raising his weapon but I didn't give him time to by grabbing the inside of his mouth gripping at his jaw.

My black eyes stare into his brown ones he made some gurgling sounds and in one swift move, I jerked his mouth right off of his dirty mouth he won't be able to use.

He fell to the floor with a thud as his blood-covered my hand. My eyes hardened as I saw one of the other men. They pointed their guns at me and began to shoot at me.

I felt the bullets go throw but it didn't hurt. I kept going like it didn't bother me which it didn't. The men began to shake back up, as my bloodied hand shot out into the man's chest.

He Screamed, yanking on to my arm trying to pull away. I felt around then grabbing what I wanted clutching it feeling wet as it beat. I ripped it out staring at the guy's heart I ripped out his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he tried to gasp for air.

I pushed him to the ground, he was already dead before hitting the concrete. Dropping the squishy heart, screams were let out. I turned to them, they wall-scooted away terrified at what they just witnessed. I began to walk towards them but I some began to feel tired my knees went weak. I felt my sticky Palms of my hands hit against the cool concrete. I breathed in and out slowly my eyes went back to normal.

Someone got up and run over to me. It was Eun-Yoo, " are you alright!" she crouched down beside pulling me into her embrace. " I– I'm fine." a huge lump formed into my throat I tried to swallow but it was nearly impossible.

Tears formed in my eyes it all came back to what I just did. " she's– she's one of them a Monster!!" Jae-Hwan called out. I knew it, I looked up they were all staring at him. " well you saw what she did she could do that to us if we don't—" he was interrupted.

" So what Jay-Hwan she saved us?!" Eun-Yoo barked back at him defending me. I stared in awe, she didn't have to do that. " I knew about her being infected for a while now but didn't say anything knowing how you'll react."

Her brother didn't look surprised when I stared at him. " you what she could of—" jay-Hwan tried to speak but Eun-Shook her head. " but she didn't!" The conversation was soon stopped by someone jumping down from the ceiling.

" Eun-Yoo right, she risked her life for us the least we can do is thank her I would have kept it a secret too." Hi-kyeong walked towards us. " thank her?!" Jay-Hwan stood up about to fuss again but expectedly, Eun-Hyuk got up to them and faced him.

" it doesn't matter now, her monster or not she with us." He walked over towards me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, " I'm sorry Soo-Nico, for putting you through all that trouble." He stuck out his hand.

They didn't hate me, I smiled. With my other none bloodied one I took a hold of his and he and his sister helped me up. " I should have said something but I was nervous that you guys would kick me out."

I stared at the group but then noticed Hyun-Su wasn't there. " where's Hyun-Su?" They were quiet, " Jeung-Seob and a couple of others took him to the roof." Eun-Hyuk clarified. Was he okay? Were they going to kill or hurt him?

By the Expression on my face, he could tell what I was thinking. " he was wounded but he'll be okay for now we need to Focus on a plan on what we are going to do." Yi-Kyeong nodded.

" We need to go," she motioned for us to come along Eun-Hyuk helped me walk. But a man came out in front stopping us. " I knew this would happen!" he slapped Ms. Cha and grabbing her from behind pointing his weapon.

" Drop your gun!" Yi-Kyeong threatened to point hers. " we should make a bet on who can kill more people!" He then shot Duk-Silk in the shoulder my eyes widened. Hearing people scream backing up.

" you're going to lose, so drop your fucking gun!" He yelled but Yi-Kyeong held her ground. This pissed him off more than she already was. " I said  drop your fucking gun, you bitch!"

He wasn't playing around, she knew it lowering the weapon. Dropping it on the floor, He soon pushed Ms. Cha harshly and ran to Yi-Kyeong slapping her. She fell to the floor, " This is just the beginning, you bitch!" He cursed kicking her.

I couldn't let this happen as he continued to kick and hit her with the end of his gun. I looked around and found a crowbar grabbing it I got out of Eun-Yoo's hold and ran over towards him bashing it against his head. I backed up as Eun-Hyuk and Byeong-II pushed him up against the tank but the guy's gun went up and began shooting the ceiling. We ducked for cover as Bullets it the glass chandelier shattering into tiny pieces flying everywhere.

The guy with the gun soon flew back hitting the column as his blood splattered all over it. He was dead Turing my head it was Yi-Kyeong the one that shot him. her chest huffed up and down like she was tired.

We all waited a couple more minutes before doing anything making sure there was no one else. I sat down on the ground staring at the mess and the Stench of blood and a burnt body.

Everyone was scared and shaken up as the guys dragged the men That were killed by Me and Yi-Kyeong. I hoped Hyun-Su was okay, if he were to come to do here and see me I wondered what he will think? It was hard to say watching the girl he liked died in his arm, then getting taken by the leader not on when he'll come back if he does then finding out the girl that was supposed to be dead is alive and he'll think the only reason is that she's infected.

What was I going to say? I lied to him all this time making him think I was human. I couldn't remember anything about my family still. Did I even have a mother a father or a brother, sister? Something tells me I didn't have much of one.

Even school I don't remember anything at all it's all a blur in my mind. Hanging my head low tears dripped from my eyes. I made a big mistake of coming here. Maybe I would have been better off I thought until there was the sound of an elevator door opening.

Thinking it was Hyun-Su I quickly got up running over towards it but it was him it was another guy. The others came pointing their weapons at him. Faces Contoured in anger.

He held up his hands in Surrender, " stop it! Stop this we don't have time for it!" The guy cried, " what do you mean?" Byeong-II questioned, " if they come down we're all dead!" I raised an eyebrow who?

Was he talking about Hyun-Su? " what are you talking about?" People pressed their weapons more towards him I was standing right beside Eun-Yoo. " All right I'll put my weapon down, okay!" He laid it on the ground.

Then pulled something out of his Pocket it was a red piece of paper. " here, read this!!" He handed it over to Yi-Kyeong she looked at him suspiciously then took it. Hye-In read it out loud to us.

" special infectee Report guide." She began, my heartbeat started to pick up. " We guarantee the safety of anyone Who reports a special infection. You will be transferred to a safe camp."

She finished my heart dropped in the pit of my stomach. They wouldn't report me, right? My fist clenched, " what does that mean?" I rolled my eyes did that person not listen? " they want to report people like me!" I said out loud looking down.

Of course, something like this would happen. I Sensed they were all staring at me, after hearing that I wasn't sure if I and Hyun-Su were safe here anymore. Anyone will do anything if that means they are assured safety.

It was quiet until a dig went off, slowly my head Rose to see the numbers on the elevator we're going down. " there coming, there coming!" Byeong-II said all Panicked everyone pointed their weapons. I didn't have one and if it was Hyun-Su I wouldn't use it.

Everyone was still as the numbers hot in the Single digits. I counted down from five if they were going to shoot him I would protect him.

THREE, TWO, ONE!

I said in my head as the elevator doors opened.

@xetherealbeautyx @yeolsbubbles

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If you're still doing the fic prompts could I please have; "It’s over. They’re not going to hurt you again.” Virgil being his best protective boi to Remy?

Title: Ivory Tower

Summary: There’s a tale about a terrible dragon witch who kidnaps a prince and locks him up away forever from his betrothed in a tower. People consider the ending to be a tragic one. The prince himself considers it to be a happy one.

Word-Count: 1k

Pairing: Sleepxiety

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Death Mention, Implied Abuse

Hi, I wrote this instead of going to bed at a decent hour rip

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After hours on end of tossing and turning, Remy gives up sleeping for the night. He climbs out of his windowsill, onto the precarious sloped siding and up above to the very top of the tower. He sits there, legs tucked tightly against his chest. Just as he has for the past week. Crickets chirp. An owl hoots in the distance. Frogs croak in the nearby creek. 

He doesn’t hear any of that. He hears screeching, screaming, slapping, smacking, sobbing. Right now, sobbing. Someone is sobbing. It can’t be Remy himself. Crying is weak. It’d ruin his cool, sassy tough-guy persona.

A hand touches his shoulder. On instinct, Remy shoves it away, fleeing it’s grasp. 

“Fuck off!” He growls, raising his arms over his head to shield them from the impending blow. His heart beats loudly in anticipation for a blow that never happens.

“Whoa, hey,” A gravelly voice murmurs, “It’s me, Remy. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.”

Remy doesn’t trust it, shaking his head erratically, “No, no, no! I’m not trusting those words. Not this time.”

The other person doesn’t respond right away. This both angers and terrifies Remy. He’s never been known for his patience so he snaps, “Out with it! Tell me your bs about how it was an accident and you won’t ever hurt me again.”

“The hatchlings heard you crying,” The person says, the subject completely jarring Remy, “Both Remus and Roman were convinced a bogeyman from under the bed frightened you. They wanted to fight it off but I convinced them to stay behind and protect Logan.”

Remy peeks over his fingers. Virgil is there, not them. He crouches several feet away, flattening himself low to the ground to be as nonthreatening as possible. Which is rather a hard thing to be when you are an eight foot tall fire-breathing Dragon Witch with horns, wings and a tail to boot. 

“Virgil, I--” Remy chokes. He can’t hide behind a snarky flippant remark here and both of them know it. He’s tired. He hasn’t slept in days. That’s his only excuse for breaking down and hurling towards Virgil with breakneck speed. Virgil jolts backward, as if expecting a punch. Still, he draws his arms around Remy’s trembling form---a protective wall of muscle. 

“It’s over, Remy,” Virgil says softly, “They’re not going to hurt you ever again.”

Remy sniffles. He’s vaguely aware that he’s getting snot all over Virgil’s favorite frock but he doesn’t care at the moment.

“You promise?”

An indiscernible look passes over Virgil’s visage. He adjusts his hold, pulling something out of his pockets. He hands it over. Remy squints, examining it close in the dim moonlight. A ring. Not any ring--but his betrothed's. He almost drops it upon recognition, nausea clenching hold of him.

“It’s--where did you get this?”

“From their smoldering corpse,” Virgil says, fury brewing in his words, “I came across them when I went hunting a few days back. That cut on my torso? It wasn’t from a manticore-chimera. It was--”

“--them,” Remy finishes, “why didn’t you tell me?”

He can’t believe it. He can’t conceptualize the idea that they can no longer hurt him. That they aren’t seconds away from scaling up the tower and snatching him away. Still, he doesn’t doubt Virgil’s words.

“I was looking for a good time to tell you,” Virgil’s gaze drifts away, “or at least what I told myself.  I mean, the hatchlings love you, I also lo--care about you a lot. But you no longer have any reason to remain under my guardianship, now that they’re dead. I apologize for withholding that information. It was selfish and stupid and--and I understand if you’re angry at me, you have every right to be.”

Remy stares back, mouth slightly agape. All his life, he’s been told how to walk, talk and think. He’s fought tooth and nail, breaking all the rules to express himself. Never before has someone freely allowed him that ability without any strings attached.

“I’m not mad,” Remy says slowly, “I mean, I’m a little mad. I might royally kick your ass in chess later for thinking I wouldn’t want to stay.”

“W-wait, really?” Virgil asks, his turn to look shocked, “you’d stay?”

“Well, of course,” Remy rolls his eyes, “Someone has to keep the tower from burning down, don’t they?”

“I had that under control.”

“Did you? Because if I recall correctly, you were a second away from a panic attack as Remus gleefully ran through the flames.”

“I wasn’t freaked. H-he’s immune to fire, I knew he’d be fine!”

“Uh-huh sure.”

It took one shared look before both of them burst out laughing. A harmonious sound that grew discordant as one turned into a wailing, wretched sound. Remy gasps for breath, his lungs threatening to cave in on him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t--”

“It’s okay,” Virgil tells him, “Don’t be like me--you don’t have to hold it all in. It’s okay to let go. I’m here.”

Remy lets go. Not all of it, because a hurt like that is hard to heal in one night’s time. But he does let go of a significant chunk of it just then. 

The hatchlings find them in the morning, lying peacefully on the rooftop asleep. They pounce on them begging for breakfast. Virgil grouses at them for waking them up at sunrise. Remy doesn’t mind--he gleefully tells Virgil they’re his problem and not his own (although they very much at this point are his problem). 

Remy catches a half hour more of rest before strolling down for breakfast. Virgil is there, trying to convince a petulant newly hatched Logan to eat his porridge. Remy coaxes him into eating within seconds. Virgil looks at Logan with faux betrayal and Remy laughs. And so their lives continue onward.