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BLACK LACE | chapter 8

I've been waiting since

last March to post this chapter

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All you could remember was the bright lights, fizzy alcohol, and pole dancing. You'd been up on stage, set in a small party room. The neon lights were glowing purple, and the music was loud, bass pounding into your feet as you danced up and around the pole.

You two were good at what you did. You knew how to work together well, and did your jobs without much complaining.

Man. That was one hell of a party!

As the fog fills your brain, your eyes open with a harsh flutter. The room was trashed, and dark, purple lights are dim and glowing. It reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. You let out a soft groan, feeling the pounding of aches filling your head and eyes.

Why the hell are you still here?

Slowly, you sit up, taking a quick scan around the room. Your brows furrow. What the actual fuck happened last night?

Your hand raises to wipe your eyes of tiredness, but there's a weight pulling it down. Something soft was clung around your wrist. You frown, turning your blurry vision to see whatever it was that's stuck to you.

Heart shaped handcuffs.

FUZZY, heart shaped handcuffs.

Your stomach sinks, and your eyes follow the chain up to the arm connected to the other side; all the way until it reaches a familiar face.

Beside you, is a passed out Fizzarolli. Parts of his jester clothing are ripped off, leaving just his normal shirt, striped pants and hat; the ruffle collar laying somewhere on the floor ahead of you.

Your stomach sunk. Oh shit, shit, shit.

You were cold, and that was saying something, in hell. Looking down, you notice that you were still in your stripper fit from last night. The floor was marble tile, so it made sense that it was chilly against your bare skin.

"Oh, fuck." You mumble, gathering your head together. You pry at the cuffling, and try to wriggle your wrist out of it, but literally to no use.

Your eyes flick over to Fizz's seemingly lifeless body on the floor beside you.

This was bad, right?

Being at Ozzie's overnight without a purpose could have you kicked out.

But, why was a part of you not as freaked out as you maybe should be?

"Fizz, wake up." Your hand shoves his shoulder.

His head lifts slowly, body starting to come more to life as he looks at you through heavy, tired eyes. A groan escapes his lips, and he sits up holding his head. "What the—" catching his eyes gaze over your revealing body once, you frown as he stretches himself out.

"Holy shit." He says, eyes trying to focus on the room. It was destroyed. "Where'd the party go?" He frowns.

"I think it's over," you inform him.

Obviously, it was over. You two were the only ones left in the room!

"—And, we have a problem." You yank your wrist, causing his arm to tug along with yours. His eyes peer down, then widen at the sight. "What the fuck."

Fizz looks at your wrists with wide eyes before trying to yank his hand free. It was no use, but he kept tugging and ripping his wired arms as much as he could, before realizing it wasn't coming off. "Come on!" His chest started heaving in anxiety, and soon enough, Fizz looked like he was having a full fledged panic attack. "W-Why isn't it coming off?!"

You frown over at him, sitting up a little. "Calm down!"

"I can't get it off!" Fizz yells back in distress, using his free hand to try and yank the cuff apart. It wasn't goin' to happen.

"Okay, but you need to relax! It's gonna be okay," you tried to assure him. Truth was, you didn't know how these were coming off the both of you, but you'd find a way. Eventually.

He frowns, slowing down the breathing pace he had going. "Is it? Who the hell did this to us! Why can't I remember anything?!"

"I don't know, but they're just hand cuffs, Fizz." You look over at him softly, keeping your composure. Apparently he was bad under pressure. "We're gonna be fine. Start looking for a key." you say. He didn't look too convinced that things would turn up.

You fumble around, squinting through the irritating neon glow of the room. It was hard to see anything, as everything was black and purple from the lights.

"If anybody sees us like this, I could get into allot of trouble!" He glares through the purple haze, eyes searching the floor. "The publicity we'd get, would be ridiculous. We can't get caught!"

That kind of hurt, to be honest.

This was like a fantasy come true for you, and he was over there flipping out about it.

"Don't worry; I won't let anybody see me with you." You reply in a bit of a stinging, sour, kind of way.

He glances away with an awkward frown and retracts his arm so that he could walk around the room.

"I can't see anything. I don't think it's in here." He huffs, turning his nose to the floor to see around.

You're starting to think he's right. You didn't find much else but cigarette butts, needles, and liquor shot bottles.

"Fuck. Well, now what?" You lean your back against the wall with a little sigh up at him.

Fizz towers over you, an arm on his hip with a frown. "We're gonna have to sneak out, and find someone who can cut this off."

Fizzarolli looks away with a tense expression, causing sone curiosity to enter your brain.

"What?" You question his appearance.

He sighs heavily, rolling his eyes. "I know a guy . . but he's not exactly the guy I wanna go visit."

You frown a bit, tilting your head. "Who is it?"

He sits down beside you and looks away with a tired expression. His hands rest on top of his knees, wrist pulling your side of the cuff a bit.

"His name's Blitzo. We have a . . past, together. We just started making things right- - but, I don't know, I don't think I can ask him." He quickly shakes his head of the thoughts, and waves off the possibilities.

You lean towards him, eyes all curious. "Well, it's either him, or you're stuck with me at your side." Your shoulders shrug a bit, wavering the options he has in his face.

Obviously he didn't like either choice, but you knew he'd have to pick one.

"Y'know, I'm starting to think maybe you aren't so bad." Fizz lightly teases, giving you the faintest of smiles a jester shouldn't have.

That still didn't make you feel like any less of a nuisance to him, but you nod along anyway. "Then we better get moving." You stand, unintentionally jerking his arm upward to pull along with you.

Fizz stands, following you along, and picking up his dismantled jester collar in the process.

The two of you sneak up to the door, cracking it open. The hallway was quiet, lights still on.

It had to have been early morning, right?

Hopefully nobody was still in the building working; for Fizzarolli's sake.

You feel a light shove from behind, as fizz guides your figure forward to get moving.

"This way," he nudges his head, leading you down the hallway.

"We can take the back exit- - hopefully nobody's on the cleaning shift." He whispers to you.

You don't really understand why he hated the idea of publicity finding out that the two of you were stuck together, but you just try to ignore it.

Even if the thoughts are screaming in the back of your head that he doesn't really like you like you thought he maybe was starting to. Maybe it really was just all part of the show and alcohol last night.

You accidentally bump into him when he came to a quick halt— earning a narrow eyed look of worry from the jester in result. He holds a hand up to keep you from passing, and the two of you crouch around the corner of a hall.

You frown, trying to see what was up ahead.

Two voices came closer, bantering and gossiping as they strolled down the hall.

Security.

Shit.

You tug fizz backwards to the small broom closet on your left. He opens the door, and shoves you in it, his figure slipping in behind you. The sound of his bells alert the two demons that strolled the halls, but once you closed the door to the closet, it was like you were never there.

It was cramped. Your back was against the wall, his body practically pushed up against yours. Hopefully he couldn't feel the pounding of your heart against his chest.

"What the hell was that?"

"The fuck are are you talking about?"

"I thought I heard something. Sounded like bells,"

You and fizz nervously glance at each other with worried eyes, but all you could think about deep down, is almost wanting to get caught with him.

Would it be so bad? People would think you and him were a thing - - you'd get better opportunities and gigs; you'd be a famous stage worker.

Ugh. Fantasies.

"You're losin' your shit, y'know that? I don't hear anything." The other worker replied.

"Whatever, man. I know what the fuck I heard."

It felt painfully long for the two workers to finally walk off, out of sight and hearing range. Fizz let out a held sigh, and grabbed your wrist with gentle fingers. "C'mon, let's go." He nudges you.

You blink out of your trance, and follow him once again. Fizz and you take quick, calculated steps around the hallway corner, and down the next hall.

Finally, a door comes into view, and he smiles with some hope that you two might actually be free. He pushes open the door, and the both of you rush outside.

It was still a bit dark out, so it must've been the middle of the night.

Fizzarolli pants, looking around with wide, frantic eyes. Without even realizing it, you feel two arms wrap around your torso, pulling you into his body in a quick, tight hug. "We made it!" Just as soon as it was there, he was letting go.

You smile with amusement at him, as he begins walking.

"Okay- I can call and get a limo here in five, then, we can get changed, and put on something so we won't be recognized— oh! And I'll need to find a—" His frantically fast voice spit out a bunch of words, practically blending every word together that came out of his mouth. You hold your hands up, and try to get him to stop talking in a panicked rush.

"Fizz! Calm down," you grab his shoulders, noticing how he freezes under your touch. His eyes look into yours, as if searching for something, and you smile. "It's not the end of the world. Nobody knows what happened, and nothing is gonna go wrong." You release his shoulders and step back.

"This sort of thing happens all the time!"

His eyes dull, a light frown pulling to his features. "When?"

You shrug, smoking nervously. "Y'know- - in clubs," your tone was wavering with a lie, but you don't think he cared that much.

"Y/N, can we just get out of here?" He asks, in hopes you'd agree and just shut your mouth.

"Mhm." You bite your tongue and nod.

He walks at your side, eyes glancing around the streets of Hell. Your outfit was . . well, exposing. You've caught tons of eyes just within the first five minutes of walking.

Fizz noticed, and frowns nervously at all the attention you were starting to bring on.

You felt your arm pull you back. Turning to look behind you, Fizzarolli had stopped in his tracks to take the top layer of his jester fit off. You were still surprised to even see him still wearing it, after all you both went through last night in the club room.

He half hands it to you with an awkward look.

"We don't need any more unwanted attention after what we went through last night."

Your gaze drops down to the purple jacket in your hand, feeling a warm feeling rising in your chest. He gave you his jacket?

You smile, slipping it halfway on, due to your wrist's being connected by a chain, and turned the other sleeve inside out as you slip it through your linked wrists, and over your arm.

It worked as well as it could, even the linked chain it made uncomfortable.

"Thanks," you smile softly at him. Fizz nods in reply and kept on walking.

The two of you reach his home, and a feeling of relief floods over you. Your legs were tired from walking, and honestly, you needed a nap.

You almost sort of wished you could both just crash for a few hours until meeting with whatever that guy's name is. Blitzo?

Fizz groans, walking up to the door and heading inside. He looked as equally tired and stressed as you did, if not more.

Inside the house was filled with lush decor, pretty paintings, and lots of colored lights.

You were inside his home- -

You, inside Fizzarolli's place! Crazy.

"Okay- - let me just think for a minute," Fizz frowns, taking a seat on the couch. You follow suit, and practically dead weight on the cushions. Your body seemed to melt into the couch, legs tired and weak.

It was exhausting to walk after a night working the club! Especially waking up in the conditions you did. Not to mention, the long walk in high heels.

"I'm gonna pass the fuck out," you mumble up at the ceiling.

"No, no, you're staying awake," you looks over at you. Something told you that he wasn't going to be staying awake for much longer, either.

By the sound of his voice, and the way his eyes looked- - fizz was definitely crashing.

"I can't," you pout tiredly at him. Fizz frowns, feeling the drop in energy just as much as you felt.

"Fine. We can rest for a few minutes, but then we gotta go," he warns you with a finger.

It wasn't scary, and he knew it, too.

"Okay." You mumble.

It wasn't long until your head fell onto the couch pillow, eyes threatening to close. Fizzarolli soon slumped over as well, body crashing.

Before you knew it, sleep took over your body, and damn did it feel good.

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Blood in Heaven and Hell - Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Summary: What do you do when your siblings want to destroy Heaven? Try to stop them and hopefully not have to kill them in the process.

Canon: Supernatural (AU), Season 10

Pairing: None (in later chapters there will be)

Characters: Bobby, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, MOC!Dean, Sam. Mentions of John and OMC!Adam Morgenstern

Warnings: Cursing.

Word Count: 2,380

Author’s Notes: AU Spn. Bobby Lived. Charlie lived.

Author’s Notes 2: Finally wrote! It’s out. I hope you enjoy it. I welcome comments and feedback.

REMINDER: Please do not post on any other website without permission from ME. Please feel free to reblog on tumblr.

Beta’d: @fluffiest-dreams and @myloversgone

With it near nightfall the sun started to set in the cloudy sky, Bobby, still with his cap on, turned on the headlights and radio. Making it scan for a local channel and stopping on the first oldies station. A chuckle came from the woman in the passenger seat as she glanced at him and then back at the road ahead. She leaned forward to stretch out her back from sitting so long and scratched the back of her short auburn hair, “Where are we goin’?”

“I told you. I need some books for my next case,” Bobby said matter-of-factly.

“You haven’t said where though. Where are you going to get these books from? I mean are we meeting an antiques dealer? Going to a bookstore? Picking them up from an Amazon locker? What?”

“You gotta wait until we get there. We might be staying a while, actually,” he stated, deliberately ignoring her question.

Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin glaring line. “What? But you said—“ She took a deep breath. “Oh my God! You and my Father. Keeping secrets like it’s gonna kill me,”she said, getting louder with each word, yelling the last two. She unbuckled her seatbelt and angrily climbed into the backseat; although, careful not to hit him, he was driving.

She pursed her lips as she got settled in the back. “I’m hungry,” she leaned back, crossing her arms and placing her chin on her chest. “I’m tired of these secrets, Bobby. I don’t give a damn what my Father told or asked you to do. I don’t have to stay here, let alone be treated like I’m some stupid child or newbie hunter. I’ve been doing this shit since I was 14.”

She laid across the backseat with her boots flat on the seat, arms still crossed over her small chest, and chin still on her chest. She stared out the window at the darkening passing trees and orange-pink sky trying not to just leave especially with all her belongings in the trunk.

Bobby adjusted the rear view mirror slightly but remained silent while he periodically looked at her.

“I can just leave, Bobby,” she paused, then added, “ can just poof; I’m gone,” she said almost sing-song-like.

Tires suddenly squealed as the car came to a sudden halt causing her to roll her unbuckled self into the floorboard yelling, “Ahh.” She quickly got up and sat back on the seat, confusion written across her face as she stared at the back of his head.

She opened her mouth but Bobby leaned back glaring daggers at her face, so she shut it. “Listen here, girl. I promised your Daddy I would keep you safe. Heaven or hell. If I have to track you down, I will but I’m chaining your butt to a chair with them sigils, so it don’t happen again. Got it?”

Her eyes quickly looked down into her lap and she fiddled with her fingers. She knew she was in trouble so she quietly replied, “Yes, sir.” She sighed quietly as Bobby got the car going again and she buckled her seatbelt.

“We’re just about there,” he said a bit exasperated and adjusted his cap. “Dean’s making spaghetti.”

She looked up at him in the rear view mirror, “Dean? As in Dean Winchester?” She leaned back haughtily and crossed her arms. “No wonder you didn’t want me to know. My Father would be pissed if he knew we were working with them.”

“Yeah, well, your Daddy is something else and doesn’t know shit sometimes,” Bobby replied.

“Preaching to the choir, Bobby. Why do you think I stopped doing cases with him? Only doing easy shit. A coward.” She opened her mouth then closed it, and then opened it again, “Why does he hate them?”

Bobby sighed while rubbing his forehead under his cap. “From what John told me years ago, he called Adam out on some shit and hated him ever since. Never told me what though,” he explained.

A few minutes passed and she finally asked, knowing she should ask before getting there, “Hey Bobby, are those Edlund Carver books true?”

Bobby rolled his eyes looking in the rear view mirror, “Do not bring those up. They hate them.”

“He’s a prophet, right? That’s why they’re about the brothers, yeah?”

“Something like that. I don’t know. Just...don’t,” he said exasperated.

“I won’t mention it. Promise,” she agreed right hand up.

She came down the stairs behind Bobby holding her duffle in one hand, a medium-sized chest in the other, and a satchel across her shoulder. “Nice digs,” she said aloud as she walked down.

A foyer-type space containing a long table with a USA map in it greeted her and opened towards a kitchen and a small library-like area. The place was made of brick and cement and decorative paneling, which she knew was common for an underground bunker except for the paneling. She’d never been in one, let alone one that was this size. She had no idea they could be made the size of a house but underground. Maybe I should get one of these, she thought to herself with a half-smirk across her pale pink lips.

“Thanks,” said Sam.

“Hey,” Bobby said with a wide smile on his bearded face, dropping his bag and hugging Sam, patting his back.

“Dinner’s ready,” yelled Dean from the kitchen.

“Come on, I’ll show you your rooms and then we can eat,“ Sam said and then offered to help, “Need help with those?”

She shook her head, “Nah, ain’t too bad. I’m stronger than I look.” Sam nodded with a small smile and motioned for them to follow him through the kitchen and down the hall.

Bobby and her put their stuff down in their designated rooms —each staying in a concrete walled, spartan-like bedroom with a full size bed, small wooden nightstand with a lamp, and chest of drawers matching the nightstand— they chose not to unpack yet and headed back to chow. As they sat down to eat, Bobby made the introductions, “This is Alex Morgenstern.”

Alex waved with her other hand as she pulled the empty fork from her mouth.

“Alex, Sam and Dean Winchester,” He said, pointing to each as he spoke and then dug in.

“This is really good, Dean,” Alex said once her mouth was empty.

“Thanks.”

Alex helped clean up the dishes and washed.

“Alex, you don’t have to do that,” said Sam.

“I’m gonna be staying here for a bit. Might as well help where I can,” She replied. “I don’t mind. Besides, Bobby doesn’t want my help with his case even though I’m,” she leaned towards the entrance to yell her next words, “PRETTY SURE I KNOW WHO HE IS AFTER EVEN THOUGH HE REFUSES TO ASK ME FOR HELP!”

Her brow furrowed as she went back to washing the dishes. “Stubborn old man,” she mumbled.

Sam chuckled at her nodding, “Sounds like Bobby.”

“Why don’t you go help him find whatever he is looking for? I’m pretty sure it is a demon that hasn’t shown up for a few centuries until recently due to all this new age-y witchcraft movement.”

Sam tilted his head, “Know a name?” he asked, standing there listening to her.

“Gamellus,” she said. “Asshole demon who acts similar to djinns except they’re draining your life force, not blood, and slowly warp your desire to kill you if they don’t do it first. Records show it would hit villages. Possessing the first person who they grant their desire to before they drain the first person's life force fully since it needs a body— look good for the masses, I guess—but you know demons, don’t know a body is dead until they leave. I don’t know how or why they do that. It seems stupid but eh.” She shrugged.

She started rinsing the dishes, “Bobby just doesn’t know how to kill it. I’m sure he was hoping to get you guys to help him figure it out.” She paused,” I told him Gamellus is a lot tougher than they look and it only goes after worshippers at first. Depending on the history you read, it’s either considered a demon or a god. It’s actually a demon that was worshipped as a god but as it killed its followers, less and less worshipped them. There has been no new evidence for several hundred years and only speculation in the recent two hundred.”

“Seems you did your research,” Sam complimented with a smile.

Alex looked up at him and felt heat rising to her cheeks. She cleared her throat and turned away putting the dishes on the drying rack, “Other than some protection using Gamellus stones, I have not found a way to defeat it. I mean other than de-possessing it from their first host which doesn’t necessarily make it go back to Hell with it being a higher-level or more powerful demon than what I’ve typically seen with possessions. It’d probably just leave before it was fully de-possessed, so finding out how to kill it would be better.”

She paused and looked at Sam again, “I’m worried though this isn’t even a demon and it’s really a djinn. Poisoning traumatic mindfuck. While potentially more likely to survive if you have the antidote, reviving a lifetime of trauma which no one wants to unpack.”

Sam opened his mouth to speak but Bobby interrupted and called, “Alex.”

She dried her hands and nodded at Sam to follow. Walking into the map room, she looked around again, silently ooo-ing and ahh-ing at everything in the room. She finally walked to Bobby, “Yeah?”

“Can you translate this?” He asked.

She looked down at the book and touched the page, “It’s a form of ancient demonic.” She picked up the book looking at the image closely, “Yeah, hang on.”

“Demons have a language?” Dean asked between sips of his beer.

Alex looked up, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t they? Angels speak Enochian. Why can’t demons have a language too? I mean most demons were former humans. They gotta communicate in a common way somehow.”

“Isn’t Enochian innately known by Angels?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, Demons are the same,” she explained as she continued looking at the book. She started pacing with the book, her lips moving silently. A sudden laugh escaped her, she stopped abruptly her cheeks turning pink with all eyes on her, ” Sorry.”

“What’s funny?” Bobby asked.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a demon…” her eyes looking up as she tried to figure out how to explain what she read. She looked at them and stated, “a demonic joke.”

Dean and Sam raised their eyebrows at her. She raised her own eyebrows in response and rested a hand on her hip while defensively stating, “I like dark humor.”

“You gonna tell me what it says?” Bobby inquired turning towards her.

“Listen, this isn’t easy. It’s like trying to translate Egyptian hieroglyphs into English. There is a lot that goes into it because you gotta figure out when it was written to figure out the meaning and sound it produces, and then I have to translate it into actual, current demonic just so I can translate it into English. Ok?”

“Ok.” Bobby put his hands up.

“Why do you need to translate it into another form of demon?” Sam asked, brow furrowed almost worriedly.

“It’s how I learned Abyssal, you know, this demonic ancient language I’m trying to translate here,” she explained while absentmindedly staring at the book.

Dean looked at Bobby questioningly. Bobby silently shrugged in reply, “She knows demons.” Then added, “and Angels.”

“This is the shit you and I already know, Bobby, except one detail. Gamellus was cursed by Asmodeus, apparently, after failing to…” she paused, “something about not following his orders but there aren’t specifics.”

“Well, that’s something,” Bobby smiled.

“It doesn’t say what Gamellus was cursed with, just that it was cursed and why.” Alex put the book down on the table. “I wonder what other historical books y’all have related to demons. Sam, could you help me find those?”

“Of course, card catalogue,” he spoke and motioned her to follow.

“Wow, a card catalogue. Haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“How do I cross reference again?” Alex asked.

Later that night, Alex settled into her room. She unpacked her clothes and put them in the chest of drawers: one for pants, tops, and undergarments. The next drawer she placed the numerous knives she brought still in her thigh holsters, two 9-mil glocks also in gun holsters, an ammo box of bullets, a large cigar box of miscellaneous pendant-style metal symbols, pieces of varying shapes of metal no bigger than the size of a quarter, folded pieces of colored paper, and a breast knife glued to the inside of the lid. She paused a moment, closed the lid of the cigar box and grabbed three slim, palm-sized, all metal throwing knives. She placed one under her pillow, one in her back pocket and one in her front pocket of her jeans.

She moved the medium chest between the wall and bed at the head. She took her key out and unlocked it,

Hung the lock on the hook preventing the chest from being locked again. She began to hum No Quarter by Led Zeppelin as she opened it up looking around. There were more clothes, some linens, and labeled bags of various dried flowers, herbs and spices on top of books. She grabbed the top book from under the bags and closed the lid, and then laid down on the bed. Inside the spine was a space that held a pen she removed and began writing in the book.

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Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 12 - Marigold

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Orym/FCG

“What's that flower?”

Orym glanced up, breaking from his thoughts to meet Fresh Cut Grass’s curious gaze. Deft fingers held out the bloom he’d slowly been twirling, a rather sunny flower that matched with the usually chipper automaton rather well.

“It's a marigold. Pretty, isn't it?”

FCG hummed, drumming his fingertips against his chassis.

“It's a real bright one, that's for sure. Looks kinda fluffy and soft. Are flowers soft?”

Orym watched as the tap tap tapping of those metallic digits paused, and his friend’s head ever so slightly tilted to the side. It was strange, he thought, how expressive FCG could be even without the ability to move most of his face.

Stranger still how he'd never doubted for a second, after properly meeting them, that the bot was truly alive.

“Mostly. Some have thorns, others are poisonous to the touch. This one though? Totally safe and soft,” Orym informed him, before reaching out and clasping his hand around FCG’s. This seemed to surprise them, as he felt them jolt at his touch. Near instantly Orym went to apologise, guilt setting in as swiftly as the wind. Yet before he could even utter a word, cool fingers slipped into his own, and quite suddenly he found they were holding hands.

Oh.

“So they’re like you then, Orym! Soft and safe. Well, you keep us all safe, which I'm really grateful for, just so you know. I'm sure all of us are! But you're also just… safe. You're nice to be around. Like I don't have to worry about sayin’ something wrong or dumb. It's a mighty nice feeling!”

Orym felt his cheeks warm up, and he was sure if he were to find his reflection that it would be sporting a rather brilliant rosey red that wasn't normally there.

“I like your company too, Letters,” he replied softly. “I can't say I've ever seen myself as a marigold though. They represent inner power, strength and light, and they’re associated a lot with the sun.”

“That sounds a lot like you though. I mean, if you don't mind me pushing this, but I think, for you to keep goin’ on after everything you lost, and finding yourself a new purpose in life and all… well, that's pretty powerful and strong! Plus you're definitely the light of Bells Hells! You're our guiding light, all warm and comforting!”

Okay, now his cheeks were DEFINITELY a rich rosey red. No one had managed to get to him in such a way since… since Will.

Sweet, earnest, headstrong Will. The only man he'd ever loved, whom he'd dared to give himself so fully to. His big moon to his little moon.

His heart ached, so deeply disappointed in himself for daring to open his heart up to another like that, even for just a childish little- what was this? A fleeting crush, perhaps?

Yet he could hear Will now, could feel his warm smile upon him, urging him to allow himself that happiness, the grace to move on and find love once more. Will would never wish to see him alone, to live his life with his heart chained away.

Orym thought of the box Chetney had carved him, of the three moons that graced it’s lid.

‘Your big moon, your little moon and whatever comes next.’

Next, huh?

Orym twirled the flower in his free hand, before reaching up and oh so tenderly tucking it into Fresh Cut Grass’ wires. He smiled softly, offering FCG’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“I think it suits you better. Marigolds are the sun flower, and you're the sunshiniest person I know.”

In his heart, Orym knew he could never replace his moon.

But maybe, in his heart’s sky, there was room for a little sunshine too.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #Orym #orym of the air ashari #Orym/FCG #This one is just sweetness and tenderness #and flowers #of course #I think their ship name should be somewhere like...#Silver Bells #A lovely tiny flower #but also #ya know #silver #day 12 - marigold #Dungeons & Drabbles 2022

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The performances you gave became critically acclaimed, earning yourself an Emmy and a Golden Globe. Because of this, you were offered more exclusive roles, bought a new apartment, and were finally feeling happy again; the first time in a long while. It’s givinnn BOSS ASS BAD BITCHHHH FR 🤭

SZA was dressed in a sleek black halter dress with a thigh-high slit, which accentuated her minimalist aura. Fine as always 😌

black Mugler dress which had a plunging neckline, and different cutouts down to your hips - similar to that of Megan Fox’s. YOU SEXY BITCH I LOVE IT 😘

He wore a sleek black suit and shoes - Prada most likely, his diamond encrusted PG ring gleaming in the lights, KY chain peeking out, and his dazzling smile. Heyyy baby daddy 👅

his hands stayed curled around your wrists. If u wanna fuck js say that 🫣

“I saw your interview.” Jack’s voice spoke. You turned around and saw him leaning against the bar. What happened to Hello? How are you? What happened to that? Cause Jackman what tf compelled you to start off the conversation like that ?!?😭🤔

“Can’t believe you forgot to mention what a great chef I was too, besides a great boyfriend.” He joked. Bookie making nasty ass lookin peanut butter chicken & a bowl of cereal does NOT make u a chef 😭😭 A for effort tho

“Thank fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all night - all year really-” Jack said inbetween kisses. You giggled, letting out a “me too” before kissing him again. Dayummm y’all in public😭 keep going Finna give these people a free show.

“Go do your thing, I ain’t goin nowhere without you, baby.” I wish tf u would 🩴 we locked in for life now mothafucka 🫡

Jack was on you the second the elevator doors closed. He quickly lifted you up in his arms, setting you on the small steel railing of the elevator, pressing you into the corner to hold you up as he attacked your neck.AHHH WE GETTIN TO THE NASTY SHIT NOWWW 😜 imma stay quiet now…..

“his hands stayed curled around your wrists. If u wanna fuck js say that 🫣” NO BC IM SAYINNNNNN!

jack dgaf abt anything, he tryna be with his lady!!

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the-starry-seas · 2 months

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decided to assign Florence + The Machine songs to my clones

Aces

Racer: June (In those heavy days in June when love became an act of defiance / You were broken-hearted and the world was too, and I was beginning to lose my grip / Choirs sing in the street and I would come to you / I'm always down to hide with you)

Fury: Seven Devils (Holy water cannot help you now, a thousand armies couldn't keep me out / And it's an evensong, it's a litany, it's a battle cry, it's a symphony)

Blue: Shake It Out (Regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments / I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart)

Whisper: Morning Elvis (If I make it to the mornin' I should've come with a warnin' / And after every tour, I swear I'll quit It's over, boys, now this is it, but the call it always comes / Oh, you know I'm still afraid, I'm still crazy and I'm still scared)

Ember: Free (Is this how it's always been? To exist in the face of suffering and death, and somehow still keep singing? / There is nothing else that I know how to do, but to open up my arms and give it all to you / And for a moment, when I'm dancing, I am free)

Ghost Squad

Harlow: St Jude (Another battle never won, and each side is a loser, so who cares who fired the gun? / I'm learning, so I'm leaving, and even though I'm grieving, I'm trying to find the meaning)

Karla: Cassandra (I used to move into the future, bring it all back, let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands / Well, can you see me? I cannot see you. Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view.)

Cavalry: Are You Hurting the One You Love? (Bite your tongue until it tastes like blood / Are you hurting the one you love? You'd like to stay in heaven but the rules are too tough)

Boom: Leave My Body (I'm gonna be released from behind these lines and I don''t care whether I live or die / I'm gonna leave my body [moving up to higher ground], I'm gonna lose my mind [your history keeps pulling me down])

Ray: Hardest of Hearts (And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts / There is love in your body but you can't get it out, it gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth)

Tally: Breaking Down (Even when I was a child, I've always known there was something to be frightened of / I think I'm breaking down, all alone, on the edge of sleep)

Nox: Spectrum (We are shining and we will never be afraid again / WIth metal on our tongues and silver in our lungs / Say my name as every colour illuminates)

Shay: No Light, No Light (I was disappearing in plain sight, Heaven help me, I need to make it right / You want a revelation, some kind of resolution / And I'd do anything to make you stay)

Clone Force M

Winter: I'm Not Calling You a Liar (I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me, and I love you so much I'm going to let you kill me)

Bee: Delilah (These chains never leave me, I keep dragging them around / 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine, but maybe not tonight / A different kind of danger in the daylight, can't you let me know?)

Indigo: You've Got the Love (Sometimes, it seems the goin' is just too rough and things go wrong, no matter what I do / Sooner or later in life, the things you love, you lose, but you've got the love I need to see me through)

Jewel: Remain Nameless (I wish to remain nameless and live without shame, 'cause what's in a name, boy? I still remain the same / Tell me what you're running from, I know everybody lets you down and I'll do the same)

Nebula: All This and Heaven Too (And all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling, all this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I'm hearing)

Zenith: Falling (Falling is not the problem, when I'm falling I'm at peace. It's only when I hit the ground, it causes all the grief)

Sunny: Third Eye (You don't have to be a ghost here amongst the living, you are flesh and blood and you deserve to be loved / I'm the same, I'm the same, I'm trying to change)

Star: Howl (If you could only see the beast you've made of me, I held it in, but now it seems you've set it running free / Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins, I want to find you, tear out all your tenderness and howl, howl) [+ bonus: Long & Lost (Without your love I'll be so long and lost, are you missing me? is it too late to come on home? / It's been so long between the words we spoke, will you be there up on the shore? I hope)]

Sky: Sky Full of Song (Be careful, oh, my darling, oh be careful what it takes. From what I've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break / I feel like I'm about to fall, the room begins to sway, and I can hear the sirens but I cannot walk away)

Silver: Stand By Me (I won't be afraid, oh I won't be afraid, just as long as you stand, stand by me / Whenever you're in trouble, won't you stand by me? Oh stand by me)

#potentially unreasonable #but having this many clone OCs is good for me <3 #aces squad #ghost squad #clone force m

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burning-fcols · 9 months

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"You're amazing. You feel so good." Stolas for Angel (after the prince's breakup with blitzo) - ✩ 「 @helluvaxhazbin 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Sex with Angel is often used as a substitute for things one lacks but can't genuinely have. For some, indulging in the spider is a taste of freedom. Be it from a stifling marriage, a persona they're chained to, or a brief yet precious breath of respite from the literal Hell they call home. For others, it's a rush of power. Something so valuable— Valentino's prized pet, a shimmering star across every ring —under their command. Vulnerable to their whims; bared entirely to their liking. Rarer than the others, are those who a desperate for touch in itself. For connection. Pretending that they're loved. Wanted. Even if they can only scratch the surface of that fantasy by having someone to fuck. Someone good enough to distract from any reason.

So it's no surprise when Angel finds himself pinned beneath a sorrowful soul, acting as an emotional bandage for what must have been a really shitty breakup... What IS surprising is that it's Stolas in need of consoling. Angel never thought Stolas would have the sense to cut ties with the Imp who was using him. But there's gratitude to be found even amongst the abundance of heartache sitting in his chest. Broken up as the Prince may be, he'll heal with time... and plenty of distracting sex with Angel.

Praise feels hollow, Angel not doubting that Stolas wishes he was with someone else. He always was obsessed with that fucking Imp, despite holding Angel's well-being in the palm of his hand. But Angel doesn't let it show, claws digging into Stolas's back, clutching at mussed feathers to show that HE is content with the one inside him. With each greedy slam of Stolas's hips, Angel's body contorts in whatever way it's needed, muscles eagerly accepting the owl's cock into their tight depths. Heat overflowing from the panting spider, it caresses the throbbing meat and urges more pre. Already dripping with it, ass squelches lewdly with each thrust.

❝ I-I know... I know, Daddy— ❞ Angel breathily moans— comfort somehow lacing the sultry tone —back arching to press his flushed chest against Stolas's damp form. A leg hooked around the Prince's hip, ass angles to further drive in his partner, Angel mewling in pleasure as tremors of it shoot through him. ❝ You feel so good too... Yer so fuckin' good ta me, baby~ ❞ Using a free hand, he cups Stolas's cheek and guides his head closer, moaning into the owl's ear, ❝ Keep goin', Daddy— Fuck me wit' yer big meaty cock. I wan' ta feel you ALL the way inside me... I wan' you ta flood my insides wit' yer thick semen an' jus' keep givin' me MORE~ ❞

Crudely groaning suggestions in an attempt to completely fill the owl's mind— leaving no room for Imps —Angel's tongue licks a hot stripe up Stolas's neck to his cheek, before he rushes his lips against his partner's beak. Dexterous tongue slipping in, Angel practically tries to shove it down the Prince's throat. Entangling itself with Stolas's tongue in a messy invitation to deny themselves oxygen, shared saliva glistening on lips as prominent as lipgloss. 「 ☆ 」

#stolas don't look #hari don't look #burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」#helluvaxhazbin #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Stolas 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Stolas 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜰɪʀᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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Chapter Twenty Eight: I Release You

Jensen could hear Ian scrabbling down the rocks to find him, muttering a string of profanities rather loudly as he almost slipped but managed to grab onto a tuft of grass and steady himself. When he saw Jensen leaving the house he started up the engine, but Jensen had no intentions of leaving, he needed to think, and as he crossed the road over to the football pitch marching with purpose, he heard Ian yelling boss several times but he chose to ignore him. A while later he was joining him as he looked out to sea, "Boss what the fuck?" He growled, throwing himself down on the rock next to Jensen who had no idea how long he'd been sat there, how long he'd left Jane chained up in her cottage. She knew the combination, she could free herself whenever she wanted, it was a wasted exercise. "Boss will ye say somethin'?" Ian elbowed him softly with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I left her!"

"Whit boss?"

"I just left her there, I was so mad...I still am!" He could feel Ian's eyes on him but he didn't turn around, he couldn't look at anyone after what he'd done. Was this how Jane felt? Was this what it was all about?

"Yer no makin' any sense!" Ian shook his head slowly, his knees level with his chest and his arms wrapped around them. Jensen gave him a swift side glance, he looked like one of those elephants balancing on a soccer ball sitting on that rock, he was a big guy!

"How long have I been down here?" He changed the subject, he couldn't tell Ian what he'd done, it was so bad.

"Aboot half an hour, how?" He'd left her there for half an hour. She was probably long gone, he needed to tell her he was sorry, that he got it now, but he was too late. What was he supposed to do now?

"She'll be gone by now!" He mumbled, watching the waves lap up onto the sides of the rocks, he felt strangely calm under the circumstances.

"Who? The lassie? Naw, never saw her leave, unless she has a back door?" As far as he was aware she did but it led out to the woods behind a high wall, there was no access to the front. Jensen shot up and climbed over the rocks back onto the grass at the football pitch, "Boss where are ye goin' noo?" Ian huffed, following behind him.

"I have to go back. Make sure!" When they arrived back at the cottage, Jensen couldn't bring himself to go in, as he stopped abruptly, Ian collided with him with a grunt not expecting it, "I can't face her, not after..." Jensen trailed off as Ian placed his large hands on his shoulders and guided him to the car.

"A think it's time we went hame, aye boss?" They sat in the car for a little while in silence, Jensen had said he wasn't ready to leave yet. Eventually Ian couldn't keep quiet anymore and just asked what he wanted to know, "What's goin' on?" He repeated as Jensen sighed, a long and weary sigh that indicated he wasn't ready to share.

"I should go in and...check!" He mumbled, looking at the clock on the dashboard, it had been an hour, he had to make sure! "Don't follow me!" He ordered, and exited the car.

Standing at the front door, taking in deep breaths, he wrapped his fingers around the handle and turned it. To his surprise it was unlocked, pushing it open and stepping inside, he listened out for any sound of her...of Jane! He made his way to the bedroom, slowly, holding his breath and his heart in his mouth. Peeking inside, there she was, still chained to the radiator, a pitiful little figure. "Why are you still here?" He demanded breathily as she continued to stare at the opposite wall, "Jane?" She ignored him, it pissed him off and his fear and guilt were gone, replaced with this searing rage and urge to pick her up and shake her, "JANE!!!" He yelled, she blinked and her body jerked slightly, but she still wouldn't answer him. He walked over to her and dropped to his knees so that he was level with her, "I asked you a question young lady!" She looked at him blankly, tear stained cheeks, those mixed emotions returned, he wanted to yell at her and kiss her all at the same time.

"Where would I go?" She replied softly, her deep blue eyes watery and sad.

"Jane I get it, okay? I forgive you! Is that what it will take? Huh?"

"I don't forgive myself!" Her voice was almost a whisper and fresh tears rolled down her perfect skin, she was so beautiful but she was also insufferable, she drove him crazy!

"Look I get it, okay? I left you here for an hour and it tore me up inside, I get it Jane, now will you please just...I can't give you up, I can't forget about you, I love you so much!"

"Jensen you don't love me, it's not love!"

"Then what is it?" He stared her down and she had to look away, "If it's not love then what is it? Miss psychologist!" She closed her eyes and rested her head on the wall, she wasn't as clever as she thought!

"Stockholm Syndrome!" She finally answered.

"HA!" Jensen pointed a finger at her and shot to his feet, "No, it's not! My therapist told me! If anything you have Lima Syndrome, so there!" He placed his hands on his hips and nodded at her, satisfied with himself. She just smiled sadly, saying nothing in return. "Jane it's not Stockholm Syndrome! It's not, so you're wrong, it's love! I love you!" His declaration had no effect on her, she remained on the floor, chained and unchanged.

"I don't deserve to be loved, I'm a bad person! I'm a waste of space!" What was she talking about? There was something going on, and he had to know what.

"Jane what's wrong with you? What's happened?"

"So much!" She replied cryptically, Jensen sat next to her against the wall.

"Talk to me!"

"You are the last person I would ever talk to!" Well that hurt, the last time they talked it was a good one, even though his dad was dying, they had talked for a long time and they were on good terms, "I reached out to you and you ignored me, I get that you were grieving, but a simple text would have been nice!" Jensen's heart sank, she had texted him and even sent a condolence card, and he never did get back to her, he just forgot, he forgot she'd reached out to him and he'd believed she didn't care, he'd gotten it into his head that he meant nothing to her. The card and the message had completely slipped his mind.

"Jane..." He tried to explain but she talked over him.

"You hurt me, I hurt you, and around and around we go!" She twirled her finger round for effect, "It has to stop! So get your closure and get out!"

"What if I don't want to?"

"Jensen, make up your mind! I'm a kidnapper, I'm a terrible person who tortured you and made your life hell for ten days! Wise up!" Jensen shot up and felt the volcano of rage erupt again inside of him.

"No you wise up little girl!" He started to pull the bed apart, throwing pillows and ripping the bed sheet off of the mattress.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jane moaned, still she remained chained up on the floor.

"Where are they?"

"What?" She snapped irritably.

"My letters, my-my notes and..." He looked over at her, she had a guilty look on her face, "Did you read them? Jane?" Silence engulfed the room as they stared at each other, Jensen's face twisted with anger and Jane's full of embarrassment.

***

Jane had been surprised that Jensen had come back, she expected him to hop on a plane and be on his merry way, never to be seen or heard from again. But he did come back, and now, after another bitter argument, he was tearing her parents' bed to bits like a crazy person. "Where are they?" He turned to look at her, his face was red hot, she'd never seen him so angry.

"What?" She answered him back, trying to match his anger but deep down she had an idea what he was talking about.

"My letters, my-my notes and..." Yes, she knew exactly what he was talking about! He noticed the guilty look on her face as he interrogated her, "Did you read them? Jane?" What was she supposed to say? Yes she had read a couple but not all of them, she knew it wasn't right, they were still stuffed under the duvet cover that smelled of Jensen in her ottoman back in Kilmarnock. Her parents followed by Jonah had stayed here since then, did he really expect her to leave evidence lying around? Didn't he listen when they discussed the absence of the chain that was currently locked around her ankle? The silence was unbearable as his beautiful blue eyes were fixed on her, she felt so naked, so exposed. Finally she gathered the courage to tell him the truth.

"There were letters, a song and drawings but I swear I only read the song about Eliza, and the first lines of a couple of letters. They were private so..." She trailed off as those blue eyes of his looked almost black, this was bad.

"I wrote one to you, did you not even read it?"

"I didn't know..."

"Jane you need to read it! I don't care if you've read any of the others, there's nothing in those papers that you don't already know, or that I don't want you to know! I don't want there to be any secrets between us, I need you to know...if you think that this is all a lie, then you need to read the letter, I wrote it a couple of days into our time here and...it will prove to you that what I feel for you is real, it always has been and it always will be! I'm so mad at you right now, but I wanna kiss you so badly right now too! You drive me crazy Jane! It's still all about you, it's always been about you! I love you!" Jane clasped her hands over her ears and screwed her eyes shut.

"Stop saying that, please!" She begged, she couldn't hear him say that word, she didn't deserve it! It had finally come to that point, the break, everyone warned her it was coming, especially Louise. The more she listened to those bereaved people she was trying to help, the more her own issues came to the fore, she had to give up her volunteering as it was having a detrimental effect on her own mental health. What had been beneficial at the start had ended up churning buried feelings inside of her, her mother and the recent death of her aunt and then Daisy, her fourteen year old Labrador. A cataclysm of events that brought her to her knees, and the end of her rope. She'd reached her breaking point, Jensen's silence was too much, the only indication that he cared was his bust-up with Corey Tyler, no messages or phone calls, just a show of bravado for the world to see. She felt abandoned, she felt alone, despite Louise being there for her, she felt isolated from Eliza who had Jonah on tap regardless of their relationship status, he was always there. Jane didn't have that, she didn't have that special someone she could rely on, Jensen was all talk, words that he couldn't back up with action. Not anymore, she'd put that down to Chloe, but now he claimed they'd never dated, that he despised her, that it was all about Jane. So if that was true, then why did she feel so abandoned? Where had he been? Why did they constantly argue? Why did they always end up hurting each other? What was in that fucking letter?

"No! I won't, because I do, I love you! I want you, I need you, just let me in!!!" His eyes were back to that beautiful blue, pleading with her.

"I can't, I can't be around you! Look at me!" She wept, "I'm hideous!"

"You are not! You're fucking gorgeous! What are you talking about? Have you never looked in a fucking mirror? You're beautiful Jane, you're so fucking beautiful and I'm so in love with you!" He stepped forward, but stopped when Jane put up her hands.

"I had to have my dog put down, I came here to...and my aunt died of a stroke before that, look, please just go!"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know!" He mumbled.

"Yeah well you weren't around to find out! You just left me hanging!" The bitterness in her voice was apparent, she couldn't hide it.

"Jane...if there's anything I can do..."

"Look what's it going to take to get rid of you?" She wept, her eyes pleading with him, she was so tired of this dance, it had to stop!

"You don't mean that..."

"Yes I do, I don't love you Jensen! I never have, and the only reason I kidnapped you that night was because I hated you so much, remember?" A flash of hurt crossed his beautiful face, it broke her heart to do this again, repeat her cruel approach that got rid of him the last time they were here together, "You were the cause of everything bad then and nothing has changed, you still bring me misery and pain! Just stop! Get out of my life, please!" Jensen put his head down, looking at the carpet.

"Is that what you really want?" He asked her quietly, there was so much hurt in his voice. Jane nodded a yes as their eyes locked, "Fine!" He whispered, "Then this is it Jane, I mean it this time! I'm done!"

"I understand!" Jane felt this unbelievable ache in her chest, but she knew this was for the best, Jensen Reed deserved better! It hurt to look at him, everything just hurt, but she couldn't do this anymore, and neither could he.

"Do you? I hope so, because this is it! Whatever we had is gone, it's over!" She heard him sniff, was he crying? She couldn't look at him, it was too hard, the last thing she heard Jensen Reed say to her were three simple words, "I release you!" Before she could say goodbye he was gone, shortly followed by the front door slamming shut. That pain intensified as the tears poured from her eyes, running down her face like a never ending river. She thought they would never stop as she smelled his scent everywhere in the room, it broke her heart as she whispered to thin air.

"I love you too Jensen, I always will!"

***

Trying to keep his mind occupied, Jensen put all of his energy into the new movie he'd written with Landon, his honorary big brother who was now going to be playing his actual big brother. Shooting had begun a week after his final meeting with Jane, he needed to forget about her, Doctor Jenna was trying to help him after the disastrous trip that shattered his heart into millions of pieces, possibly irreparably so. He did the rounds, spending time with his mother, his half sisters and stepmother, Jonah in the studio where he was freaking out over going solo, and then a little babysitting Maddie his adorable niece while Juliet started dating again. He headed out to Nevada to visit his best friend Kris who had his hands full with his two and one year old children Roman and Violet. Jensen was becoming a natural with kids and had a blast playing with them, Nikki told him it was time he had some of his own which stung, that was a long way away...if it ever happened. After parting ways with Jane for good, his future was uncertain. As they sat in the nursery, Kris snuggling Violet and Jensen stacking blocks with Roman, the topic moved onto Jensen's non-existent love life. When he only answered with one word answers, Kris knew not to push. Then suddenly Jensen piped up, "So I chained a girl to a radiator!" Kris looked up and a laugh escaped his lips, but seeing the serious expression on Jensen's face, it transformed into a squeak.

"What are you talking about?" Kris demanded so quickly that the words came firing out of him like a bullet from a gun. Jensen spilled everything to him, from the very beginning. His missing ten days, where he had really been, how Jane had taken him, he didn't miss much out...if anything! It felt good to get it all out, to tell someone besides his therapist. He finished the whole saga with his last meeting with Jane that ended in complete heartbreak. Kris sat in shock as Violet tapped him several times repeating daddy over and over again, Jensen didn't know what to say or do, it was a lot to take in, he knew that, but he needed Kris to say something, anything!

"Kris?" Finally his best friend shook out of his stupor and spoke.

"You need to go to the fucking police!"

"Bad word daddy!" Roman called over from his blocks.

"I can't, I denied it remember? Besides, I still love her Kris, I don't want her to go to jail!"

"Jensen she kidnapped you! What is the matter with you? This girl you've been pining over abducted you and kept you prisoner for ten whole fucking days!"

"Daddy! Word is bad!" Roman moaned again, "I'm getting mommy!"

"Yeah, Roman take your sister to mommy. Go watch TV or something! Daddy and Uncle Jensen need to talk, okay?" The little boy nodded and took his sister's hand. When they were gone, Kris continued to rip into Jensen. "No wonder you ended up in fucking rehab, you're suffering from PTSD aren't you? This is what your weird behaviour has been all about, hasn't it?"

"Kris please, I'm trying to come to terms with letting her go. I keep hoping she'll call or text and tell me she didn't mean it, she's sorry and that she loves me but..."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Kris butted in, "I don't know who's crazier, you or her!" Jensen pointed an angry finger at him.

"Don't you dare call her that! I won't stand for it! Don't disrespect her like that!"

"You truly have lost it, who are you? You're not my best friend! My best friend is logical, sensible and knows right from wrong! She's committed a crime, you've stalked and manipulated her, this is a nightmare! How the fuck did you get into this car crash?"

"I love her Kris! I know you find it hard to..."

"Stop right there, you're insane! She told you to leave her alone, it's over, consider me the jaws of life, I'm getting you out of this wreck before it blows up!" Kris looked so angry, Jensen had never seen him like this before, he didn't expect him to react this way. He thought maybe he'd have an ally in his best friend since Kindergarten, but instead he was talking about the police! "You can't ever see her again, you know that right? If you're not gonna report her to the authorities, then you need to cut ties completely, understand?" Kris looked deep in thought, then he piped up, "Jesus Jensen, your crime is all over the Internet, it's all over your fucking album! If she decides to turn the tables and report you to the police, you're fucked man!" He then gave Jensen a hopeful look, "Unless there's something that will implicate her in your abduction, anything?" Jensen knew there were his letters, the chain, but he shook his head and lied.

"No, just my word!"

"Fuck! Look, you have to do as I say, alright? No more Jane! Or I'll go to the police, whether it fucks your life up or not, understand? This is over Jensen!" Jensen agreed not to contact Jane again, not for himself but for her. Jensen placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder and confessed one more thing, something he hoped would make Kris cut Jane some slack and warm to her, who was a good person deep down.

"She saved my life! The night she took me? I was going to kill myself, and she stopped that from happening! Kris, please don't hurt her! I love her, I always will! There will never be another girl like Jane for me! I will leave her alone, but I'll never forget her, as long as she's okay I will be too, now do you understand?" Kris nodded mechanically with his mouth gaping open.

"Buddy, you always have me, don't you get it? I'm always here to talk you off the ledge but you never come to me, please Jensen! If you ever feel like that again, talk to me!"

"I couldn't tell you that I wanted to break up the band, before the kids you were totally invested! I couldn't do that to you! It was all you had!"

"Jensen nothing is more important than your life, okay? The band could rot if it meant I'd lose you! Don't you get that?" They talked a little more and Jensen agreed to leave Jane alone, he didn't want her getting into any trouble, not after everything she'd been through. Kris promised not to tell anyone what he'd been told, it seemed like he didn't really want to know himself and the sooner he could try to forget what Jensen had told him the better.

Pouring himself into this new movie was a good distraction for a while, but when Jonah started coming over to his house moaning about Eliza, Jensen wanted nothing more than to smack him and throw him out. But Jonah was really upset, he wanted to get back together with her and was finding this just friends thing harder every day. "If you were me, what would you do?" He wasn't the right person to tell his brother what to do! After his disastrous attempt at trying to win over Eliza's sister, he was the last person Jonah should be talking to about this! Then an idea came to him and he just said what he felt was right.

"Do what your heart tells you Jonah! If you want to get back together with her, then make it happen!"

"But she's finding herself, I dunno maybe I should just give up!"

"No, don't do that! You love each other right?" Jonah nodded apprehensively.

"Yes, at least she told me she loved me. That could all be bullshit though!"

"It's not, Eliza says what she feels, you and I both know that! So fight for her! Like I said, do what your heart feels is right! One of us has to get the happy ending, and it's not gonna be me kiddo!" Jonah did something he rarely ever did, he pulled Jensen in for a brotherly hug, holding on for a very long time. It felt good, it felt right, this new relationship they had was something that Jensen never knew he wanted or needed until they grew closer. Having a little brother no longer sucked, he was no longer envious of him for having what he wanted, he was proud of him for being able to hold on and fight for Eliza. So Jensen decided to help him out, one of Landon's friends was making a horror movie and with a push from Jensen he put in a good word about Eliza Thomson, an up and coming make-up artist with immense talent.

"She's incredible!" Landon had laid it on thick over the phone as Jensen sat and tried not to laugh, "She's extremely talented, if you don't hire her someone else will! She's got award winning potential and you can never have too many Oscars my friend!" Between them they got Eliza a job, the movie was about vampires but it was a good start. Jensen left Jonah to tell her the good news before her official letter came through. Eliza was coming to America and Jonah was like a toddler high on E numbers. He'd arranged for her to stay with him in his apartment while she worked on the movie, he was over the moon walking around with a permanent smile on his face. Jensen was no longer envious, he was just sad, he could have had this with Jane but she was so stubborn! I don't love you Jensen, it swam around his head, was she lying? What did it matter, he'd promised her and Kris he would stay away! The day he unfollowed her on every social media platform was a painful day, he hovered over the buttons for a long time, doubt fogging up his mind. He felt a weight lifting when he got to her Instagram account and pressed the final unfollow button, but the weight was replaced with that hole deep inside of his heart. It was for the best, Kris told him that and so did Jenna. Landon told him it was all up to him and that he had his back no matter what, like a big brother should. He went on with his life, working hard on this movie he had co-written, this was his passion now, it had to be!

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Seeing Eliza off at Prestwick Airport was a bittersweet moment, Jane felt like her mother, asking her if she had her passport and her sun cream and most importantly her ticket. Eliza took it well, even looking happy that her sister was mothering her. "I miss you already!" Jane croaked and squeezed her in a hug.

"Don't be silly, I'll phone every day! I'll be okay you know!" Eliza knew that Jane took after their mother in many ways and inherited most of her quirks, feeling anxious about the people she loved leaving her was a major one.

"I love you, you're my baby sister and I love you so much!"

"Jane I'm coming back, it's only for eight weeks!" Eliza looked to Louise for back-up but she merely raised her hands with her head down backing away from the sisters. Eliza clutched her boarding pass and slung her carry on bag over her shoulder, "I love you too!" Looking at Louise again she added, "Please look after her?"

"I always do!" Louise smiled and linked arms with an emotional Jane looking longingly at her little sister leaving for Hollywood. They waved her off then headed outside to the car park. Jane cried a little, this was the first time Eliza had left the UK on her own but it didn't seem to bother her, she was young and fearless unlike her neurotic sister. "Come on you, let's get sweeties and crisps and binge something on Netflix!" Louise took charge as always, Mike was moving to Glasgow permanently and she was rather chirpy. Everyone had someone except Jane, which was her own fault, she could have had a rock star with two Oscars but instead she drove him away like the stupid cow she was! They'd just completed their diploma and could now practise counselling but under supervision of a superior. Half way through watching the Harry Potter films, Jane had the urge to tell Louise the truth, about what she did to Jensen. How they really met, absolutely everything...so she did. Pausing the film and turning to her best friend who looked confused, she told her, "So I have something to tell you, because I am so alone and I feel like I can't carry this on my own anymore..." Louise turned to face her with a concerned expression.

"Jane, whatever it is, I'm your best friend!" Jane confessed everything, from stealing Eliza's tickets to kidnapping Jensen after his fans ambushed them. She left nothing out, she told her about Jensen's constant pursuit of her, the bits she didn't know about. The kiss, the last meeting at the cottage, all of it! Louise sat so quietly, not interrupting once, just listening. When Jane had finished, tears staining her face, she couldn't work out what her best friend was thinking, for the first time since they'd known each other Jane had no clue! When she finally opened her mouth to speak, Jane's heart stopped, "You're not joking are you?" Jane shook her head, still trying to read Louise's mood, as she got up and walked out of the living room. When she returned a few minutes later, she sat down and her grey eyes pierced Jane's soul, "At first when you started I thought you were joking, but..." She trailed off and scanned the room, as if she was looking for something.

"You hate me don't you? You think I'm crazy, I'm a bad person, I told you I was a bad person and you didn't believe me! Are you going to report me?" Jane ranted as Louise simply stared at her as if she was a complete stranger, it hurt to see that look on her face.

"Jane I don't hate you, but it's a lot to take in, I don't think you're a bad person! You said he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the lift, he technically abducted you!" She looked as if she was trying to justify it in her own mind, trying to reason with the part of her that wanted to walk out and never see Jane again.

"Louise I tried to go to the police but..."

"I know, he made you out to be batshit mental! How did you keep this all to yourself for so long? How did I...I mean I knew there was something...but I never thought..."

"Louise I can't lose you, I've already lost Jensen, I can't lose you too, please say you can forgive me, eventually?" Louise gave her a loving look and took her hand.

"It's a lot to process, I mean it's a shock but...I'm still your best friend and I love you no matter what. He's not dead is he? You're not a murderer, are you? And he's madly in love with you, so you did something right!"

"He told me he was going to kill himself, the night I took him, he said I saved his life!"

"Fucking hell, he tries to kill himself a lot!" Louise mumbled, staring off into space.

"No the time when mum was ill was a mistake. He was just in a bad place and mixed things he shouldn't have, he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing!" Jane laughed sadly, "Listen to me defending him, the one who called him all the names under the sun when it happened!"

"What are you going to do?" Louise's voice was soft, was it going to be okay?

"I thought he had Stockholm Syndrome but his therapist told him he doesn't, she thinks I have Lima Syndrome!" Louise let out an involuntary laugh and shook her head.

"No Janey, he doesn't have Stockholm Syndrome, I've met him and in my professional opinion, he's in love with you! I want you to talk to someone, other than me, you don't have to tell them about...this, I mean you can't! But you need to deal with your mum, Daisy, your aunt! You and I both know you're depressed, you're just existing! This is no life!" Jane sobbed, thinking about Jensen, about how she'd driven him away for the last time.

"I've lost him Lou, I've blown it!"

"I don't think you have, I firmly believe that if you picked up the phone he'd come running! There is no way you'll ever be able to lose him! I've read his letters, the postcards, that boy is in love with you! You don't just switch that off, it doesn't go away!"

"Nothing can ever happen, not after what I've done! How can it? It's all so toxic!"

"No it's not!" Louise replied defensively, "Don't you think that you found each other for a reason? It's like that song..."

"The heart wants what it wants?" Jane interrupted with a smirk.

"No! Funny you're the broken one, but I'm the only one who needed saving! Jane you were broken, but he needed saving! I don't think what you have is toxic, it's two damaged people coming together, gluing all the pieces back in place! Jane it's beautiful!"

"All we ever do is hurt each other, we just destroy each other!" Louise sighed and closed her eyes, thinking for a moment, then she answered Jane's negative statement.

"I can't tell you what to do, I never could, but you pushed me to Mike and that's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time! I think you and Jensen are soulmates, I truly do! I'm positive that you're meant to be together, you keep coming into each other's lives, you can't avoid each other! But as I said, it's up to you, I can't make you go out and grab him!"

"I told him I don't love him!"

"So you lied, he'll get over it when you tell him the truth! Janey what happened to you, it happens once in a lifetime, you met the one! Okay it wasn't ideal how you met, but it happened and he's never been able to let go of you since! Jensen Reed doesn't really date, not since Hayley Ford and they were engaged for three years! Jane that was almost ten years ago, then you came along and he's never stopped trying to get you to be with him! Come on!" It didn't matter what Louise said, it was too late, Jensen had said it! Whatever we had is gone, it's over. His voice invaded her mind, his beautiful voice saying the hardest thing she'd ever heard, I release you, that's what he'd said! Release her from what? She didn't feel free at all, she felt worse now, if that was even possible.

"There's something else I need to tell you..." Jane studied Louise's face, there was one last part of this story, it happened when she got back from the cottage, when Jensen had locked her up and told her he released her, that their complicated dance was officially over. Jane told Louise about the letters, the songs, his record of his stay during those ten days. When Jane arrived back home, she opened the ottoman and retrieved the papers, she read a few, he had kept a kind of diary describing how he was feeling. He had painted her in a good light, he described her as his saviour, as his Scottish Girl who took care of him. Clutching the duvet cover that smelled of him, she found the letter he was talking about. When she read it, it had truly opened her eyes!

Dear Scottish Girl, Thank you for being you, kind and thoughtful, considerate and caring. I hear you crying and it breaks my heart, I want to give you a hug and tell you everything is going to be alright but I don't want to scare you or have you hate me again like you used to. I want you to know that I appreciate everything that you've done for me. Before you brought me here I was a mess! I wanted to die, I hated my life, no one understood what I was going through and I just wanted everything to stop! Now I am here and I am at peace, you've changed my life, you've saved my life and I will forever be grateful to you for that. Kidnapping me was the best thing anyone has ever done for me, I hope someday I can return the favour and help you feel at peace too, just not by kidnapping you, that would be weird. With deepest gratitude, Jensen xoxo

Jane had just sat on the floor smelling the duvet cover and cried, it was at that point that she truly believed he loved her, that they loved each other. It was too late though, she'd burned that bridge to ash and there was no way he would ever give her another chance. When she told Louise about the letter, she took her upstairs and showed her the pile of papers with Jensen's handwriting on them, the drawings and the notes and the letters. Louise sat on Jane's bed and flipped through them, skim reading a few until she got to the letter that was addressed to Jane. When she'd finished reading it, she said "I told you!" Through gritted teeth as Jane stood subconsciously holding that duvet cover to her face as Louise smirked at her.

"But it's too late, I lost him! By the way he's unfollowed me everywhere! He's done with me!" Jane felt her eyes fill up remembering when she noticed he'd disappeared from her followers on Twitter, Instagram and her public Facebook page dedicated to her baking tips. It hurt more than she had ever expected, in fact she'd wandered around the house feeling depressed about it for days. What did she expect though? She told him to leave her alone, he just did what she asked of him.

"Jane!" Louise sighed dramatically, "I'm not going to keep telling you the same thing over and over again, you have to get there on your own. I've told you many times that all you have to do is snap your fingers and he'll be there in a heartbeat! You haven't lost him, it's not too late, the ball is in your court though. The boy just can't handle any more rejection, so he'll wait for you to make a move! Trust me!" Jane wanted to believe that, she'd made a huge mistake driving Jensen away and only now did she feel that things could work. Could there ever be anything between them despite everything that had happened...or was it really too late?

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A/N: Stucky (primarily Steve)/Reader. 2k words of idkwhatthisisi’msorry. There was a prompt from six months ago that I wrote this for but I lost the message and I can’t remember! All mistakes are my own, please stop reading if you are not 18+

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You wake up in scattered shock.

Knee-jerk reaction to fast hands sliding between your thighs, fingers carelessly ticking sensitive skin.

You wake up to a groggy voice, slurred with sleep and raspy-raw.

“Baby,” it croaks from between your legs, “Honey, sweetheart, sugar. Please, please, please let me eat your pussy.”

Wha—

A few disbelieving blinks as you scrabble for your bearings—can’t see shit—still dark—head throbbing.

“Oh god, I wanna sosososo bad,” and then hands are between your knees, spreading your legs apart. “So… damn... tasty. Uh-huh… Come to daddy.”

Who the fuck is—damn it, Bucky.

In the dead hour of four-something when nothing should be moving so intentionally, an unsteady moan tumbles out of him when he starts groping for your ass.

“Buck!” You whisper, kicking your leg to shake him off. Grabbing the covers with one hand, you reach under with the other, swatting his head and trying to get a firm hold on him. Slippery fucking man.

He pauses for a second before his body goes limp, half hanging off the foot of the bed and you groan at his weight. Idiot boy. Two hundred pounds of horny somnambulist dropping like an anchor on your poor legs.

Fiddling now with how to get him back up to his regular spot, you try to do it quietly, the warmth radiating next to your left shoulder a compelling incentive. Even with your wits barely about you, you know better than to wake—

“Whassit? Whas goin’ on?”

Steve. Ah.

“Nothing,” you sigh, reaching over and stroking his arm absently, one foot tapping against Bucky’s waist to urge him upward. “He’s just sleep-talking again.”

Steve makes a groggy noise of comprehension. “Sleep-talking or sleep-fucking?”

“Just sleeping now. Ugh… didn’t mean to wake you.”

He’d come in late again—meetings and paperwork keeping him well after hours. Not even able to do it from home, which would have been nice. At least here you could make sure he was eating, or drinking enough water, or at least be in the presence of good company.

Instead, you and Buck watched a movie, took a few rounds of shots (because he likes the taste and how you look dancing all over the coffee table), fooled around in the kitchen, and turned in around two—Steve nowhere in sight. Some jobs were Captain-Only, which meant you’d have to make peace with being useless.

That’s generally not a task that goes over well. The amount of untamed energy Bucky exudes without Steve’s guidance is… close to being categorized as a natural disaster and trying to stay up with him is always a double-edged sword. Lots of fun, sure, but he requires less sleep than you do and can finagle you into getting piss drunk with a single smirk.

“Wish you’d been more responsible.” Bone-tired and Steve’s still bossy. His arm is heavy as it snakes over your tummy. “You know he needs direction.”

“Hey, I tried.”

“Issat right? That why your panties’re on the counter? Shirt in the sink, too. Come home close to four and still gotta clean up after the two of you.”

His raspy breath tickles, plump lips crushed just below your ear—enough to start a chain reaction of shudders.

“Go back to sleep,” you huff, embarrassed. It was only a few hours ago so your head’s still a bit fuzzy—vague memory of playful touches before hearing, hop up, baby, from Bucky. And you, tittering and zealous the whole way, kissing him like he’d never been kissed before.

YouTube blinking on the T.V., stuck on some ad because the streaming’s a snail’s pace from when Steve set up the internet and tried to pinch pennies at the same time. Bucky’s specially crafted “Wine, Dine, and Sixty-Nine” playlist refusing to load even half a song afterwards so neither of you could spare your neighbors from hearing all the noises.

Hopefully the laughter was loudest, and not the primal fucking, or the crashing when you slipped off the counter and knocked Bucky on his ass.

You giggle at that. Years and years together and some nights still feel brand new.

“Have fun without me?”

There’s no real jealousy in Steve’s voice, but there is greed behind the question. A single night away and he acts like he’s never been kissed either.

Your eyes start fluttering when his fingers curl around your hipbone. Je-sus. Hell. It’s too late—early—for this.

You grumble his name, asking him to save it for a couple more hours when your brain doesn’t feel pried free, but, Captain-Only mode activated and he’s not deterred. A bloodhound on a fresh trail.

The hand on your hip turns inward and you’re suddenly aware of him pressed against your body, that hot line of him, pulsing on your upper thigh. He tilts forward, one knee rubbing up your leg. Bucky stirs a little and makes another declaration about how he’s fit for the CEO position of Eating Your Ass, but nothing more after that.

“He do you good?” Steve wonders, apparently not giving a fuck about whether Bucky’s dead or alive down there and instead only worried about repositioning you, rolling you on your side, “That why you’re so happy to get me out of the house? So you two can fool around unchecked as much as you want?”

“Steve, you know damn well—"

His hand slips around the side of your neck, four thick fingers drumming over the ridges of your throat. “Watch your mouth,” he whispers, “before you get yourself into any more trouble.”

He gets mean without enough sleep. And no one would ever guess, but other than working over some poor punching bag that’ll never see the light of day after he gets his hands on it, Captain America likes to fuck it out. You and Buck have properly come out of a few sessions barely alive, feeling like two ends of a slinky that’s taken one too many tumbles down a flight of stairs.

You squirm as he palms your bottom with his free hand, kneading the bare flesh a flimsy pair of sleeping shorts can’t cover.

“Gotta be quiet,” he tells you gently, “Can’t wake him, can we.” Christ help you. What a time to play a game. You mumble under your breath, “Do I have a choice?”

A prod at your already sore entrance, and Steve says, annoyingly convinced, “I think you’ve already made your choice.”

He stills for a second when Bucky flops around on the mattress and then he starts pressing his mouth to your back, your shoulder, other hand holding you steady with expertise. It’s Steve’s favorite position when he wants to be in charge—you, writhing and turned away, usually leaned about 50 degrees and pawing at Bucky’s chest—this morning, feebly snatching sheets instead.

It doesn’t take any buildup. He’s achingly ready; you’re willingly wet. Clothes moved just enough out of the way and his two fingers slide upward, pushing barely to spread you before he quickly replaces it with something much thicker. It’s only been a few seconds. He’s too fast for you to get a word in edgewise, your brain still muddled, body cooperative.

“Huh,” Steve mumbles, slowly feeling his way into position, “A bit fucked loose, aren’t you?”

“Steve,” you hiss in reply, clenching up reflexively the same time mortification bursts across your scrunched- up face. “Don’t say that.”

“Hush, baby.”

“I’m trying—”

“Try harder.” And he’s evil incarnate, you swear. Satan himself packaged up in the neat body of a demigod. He rolls his hips slowly until the tops of his thighs are pressed against your ass, fingers holding so tight you think he’s going to spear right into bone. “Stay still or you’re gonna knee Buck in the cheek.”

You twist your head around, instead, shaking your chin free from his hand, hoping that once he sees your pitiful expression, he’ll find it in his heart to maybe not pound you into oblivion with bells on.

Of course, Steve’s not looking anywhere but down the line of your back and further to where he’s opening you up, bottom lip tucked into his teeth.

You constantly rib him about how he’s making up for all the years he spent with the two working eyes of a mole so now he’ll break his neck to watch. Bucky’s confirmed it multiple times to Steve’s chagrin, cackling at the way Steve goes purple defending himself. You love the stories they tell and retell; you try to spend most your time making up for all those years you weren’t there to find out.

Who isn’t in this relationship? Violently horny like teenagers, the three of you, spending every idle hour mishandling for each other like it’s the first time. Excitement primeval like animals in heat, apparently instinctual enough for one of you to do it in his sleep. Years and years and it still feels brand new.

The bed’s rocking surprisingly moderately for Steve’s usual pace, and it’s a bit heartwarming to know that he’s doing it because he really doesn’t want to wake Bucky, but he ramps up his game. He starts whispering again, meaner, hotter, the damn mouth on Steve Rogers continuing to give you hell this early morning.

He pinches your nipple hard, letting you gasp at the brief sting before he goes back up to your chin, your mouth, and then he puts the entire hand over it.

“Quiet. Not another fucking word out of you. Gotta teach you how to behave this morning, don’t I?” He’s working himself up, working you over, even pulling you back on him by the hips and then wiggling you up and down on him like he’s adjusting you on a saddle. Motherfucker.

Your toes curl, knees grinding, legs folding up to get simultaneously closer and away from him and it feels—it feels so excruciatingly good—the effortless glide of his cock, the burn of friction dragging itself out the more you wriggle. Whatever indelicate sounds falling out of your mouth are getting mashed back in, Steve ramming himself into your body, shaking your brain further loose.

He’s probably louder than he intends to be—you know how he gets when he’s close— bombs could be dropping two feet away and Steve Rogers would hear nothing but the roar of his own wanting, chasing it until he crashes into bits. You’re chasing too, both hands clamped around his wrist, arching your back to near breaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, “That’s it, that’s good, baby. Ugnn—back up on me, stay—right there.”

More uneven jerking, he releases your face and starts rubbing your clit, saying, you like it like this? Like me givin’ it to you good like this? And you’re shaking in his arms, the both of you tipping over the edge.

“I wasn’t serious,” Steve says later after a few moments, lips all soft and gentle on your neck, rather than fierce like before, “Bout you bein’—” you can feel him shrugging, “Y’know… fucked loose.” He whispers the last part like it’s a sin.

You snort, “You turning decent on me? After railing me to death?”

“You sound pretty lively to me.” He pokes your side, “I just… woke up and remembered how much I missed you last night.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got both of us here—shit!”

“Steeeeeve,” and the sound of it slaps both you back to reality. Sleep-smashed, more tipsy than any alcohol could make him, Bucky’s giggles break the steady pattern of muffled conversation. His vibranium hand pats around for a new destination, undeterred by the disruption of his previous mission.

You can’t believe it. He’s still asleep.

“Steeeevie,” Bucky mewls again, “Lemme— lemme suck your dick, sweetheart.”

What a menace. Your shoulders start quivering as you poorly hold it back, pfffftppblffpt’s kickstarting Steve into a tizzy right alongside you.

Bursting laughter finally wakes him up. Bucky yelps once, twice, flailing like a cat caught unawares and rolls himself right off the goddamn bed.

Two hundred pounds of newly conscious pervert wallops the hardwood floor and you’re sure the entire apartment complex—if they didn’t hear the ruckus last night—certainly heard it this morning.

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Hurricane - Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

A/N: I’ve recently re-fallen in love with the beauty of the movie Dazed and Confused, and there’s like literally no work for it so I decided to write my own about one of my favorite characters! It’s a friends-lovers type thing sooooo.... Enjoy ;)

I exited my car and walked towards the school entrance with a little more pep in my step today. Around me, I could hear the chatter and excitement of the kids scattered across the parking lot, a few more days and school would be out. Soon, a lot of them would be seniors, including me.

As I was walking, I saw Pickford’s bright yellow car pulling in, Pickford and Michelle inside. Thank the lord! I smiled as he sped into the parking lot, walking over to the car and leaning against the window.

“Ahhhh, Pickford! Just the man I wanted to see on this fine morning!” I said dramatically, smiling at him. He rolled his eyes putting the car into park.

“Hey Michelle!” I said to her as Pickford turned the car off, looking over to me. She smiled back, laughing at Kevin’s reaction to me.

“What do ya want now (y/n)?” He said in fake annoyance.

I nudged him gently, laughing.

“Light me, I left my lighter at home.” I said, pulling a joint out of my pocket and placing it in between my lips, leaning closer so he could light the end.

“M’Lady” He laughed dramatically, producing a lighter and sparking the end.

“Thanks man, you’re the best” You said standing back up right and smiling gratefully, taking a few drags off the thing.

“Yeah yeah, you only want me for my weed and my lighters.” He fake pouted dramatically, earning another giggle from me and Michelle.

“You know you love me!” I exclaimed, reaching in the window and ruffling his hair, much to his annoyance.

“Anyways, I gotta go find some people, I’ll catch you guys later!” I called, backing away and going to find some other friends.

I took a couple drags off the joint, making my way through the school gates and saying hi to people I knew along the way. Mid laugh (at something someone had said) I felt the joint being pulled out of my mouth. I turned quickly only to see one of my very best friends, Randall Floyd, or Pink as we all call him. I smiled at the sight of my joint hanging out of his mouth, a smirk on his lips.

“And what do you think you’re doing Mister? I chuckled, crossing my arms and giving him a look.

“Well, you know what they say (y/n), sharing is caring.” He said jokingly, taking a big hit off of it.

“Heyyyy!” I exclaimed, laughing and reaching for it.

“Don’t smoke it all! I barely got a few hits in.” I pouted as he pulled it from my reach. He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and passing the joint back to me.

“Fine, I’ll give it back Mrs. Grouch” He said, earning a nudge in the side from me.

‘You’re lucky I love you” I grumbled out, looking at him. He laughed. keeping his arm around my shoulder and walking towards the doors to the school.

“So I was wonderin’ if you’re free tonight? Maybe you can drop by mine later tonight? I’ve got some new records to listen to and a sixer just begging for us to drink it.’ Pink said, as if he’d really have to coax me into coming over. I laughed at his ‘puppy dog eyes’ all the same.

“What, no plans with the leech tonight?” I joked around, referring to his ever annoying girlfriend.

“Nahh, needed a break for one night” He said dismissively, earning a laugh from me.

“Alright, It sounds like a plan! Be there at 6?” I confirmed, stopping as we heard someone call Pink’s name. He waved to them to hold on before finally removing his arm from my shoulders.

“Sounds great! Can’t wait.” He confirmed with a smile, turning towards me and stealing the joint again, taking another hit before passing it back to me.

“See you then.” I called to him as he walked backwards, shooting finger guns my way and nearly tripping on his own feet. I laughed at how dorky he really could be at times.

I took the last drag before putting the joint out and walking into the building, nearly running straight into Slater.

“Slater! My man! How’s it going?” I said to him, doing the funky little hand shake we made up a few years back.

“Good, man! Hey! I got that stuff for you.” He said smiling like a maniac, pulling a little bag out of his pocket and handing it to me.

“You are the best my dude!” I laughed out, putting the baggie into my bag.

“Anything for you! Hey man, I’ll check ya later!” He said, shooting me finger guns and walking away. I really was friends with a bunch of dorks.

I sighed, continuing my walk to first period, now all I had to do was survive the day.

Later that day

The final bell rung out, everyone including me rushing to pack their stuff up and get out. As I was walking out of the building I saw Slater, Pickford, and Michelle hanging out in the parking lot over by Pickford’s car and decided to go say hi real quick.

“Only a few more days dudes, and then we’re seniors!’ I exclaimed as I walked up to the group. “Hey Michelle, can I bum a cig?”

She handed me one and lighter. “Thanks.”

“It’s gonna be so weird man, we’re gonna be like so....old” Slater said slowly, laughing after he realized what he said. I laughed too. I handed the lighter back to Michelle and took a drag off the stick.

“All I know is, we’ll be the top of the food chain, and i’m gonna throw a fat party to celebrate!” Pickford laughed, lighting up a joint of his own.

As I was about to reply, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up slightly before setting me back down. I let out a little shout, startled, holding my cigarette out to avoid burning whoever the culprit was.

“Floyd! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” I said knowing it could be no one else.

“Oooooo, she used your last name. You’re in trouble, man!” Slater called out, laughing as Pink placed me down again and moved to my side, throwing an arm over my shoulder, as he usually did.

“Awe, look at the two love birds who won’t admit they’re lovebirds!” Pickford said mockingly, faking a gag at the end.

“Oh shove it Pickford” Pink said dismissively, waving off the comment.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want his toy to hear that.” I fake whispered to the group as they laughed along. I was referring to Simone and they all new it. They all new I couldn’t stand her, including Pink, and most of the group felt the same way.

“Alright alright, that’s enough of that.” Pink started, trying to keep the peace as always.

“Look! It’s my favorite group of little stoners!” A voice called to the left, Donnie joining the small gathering, a chorus of ‘hey Don’s’ and ‘what’s up man’s’ emitting from the group.

“Hey Don! How ya been? Haven’t seen you in a while.” I said as he reached the circle.

“Still waiting on your call, baby.” He said winking and flicking his tongue at me. I heard Pink scoff at this from beside me, but I just laughed. Donnie was Donnie after all.

“In your dreams man.” I replied smoothly.

“Oh you know it sweatheart! Anyways, I’m here for you Slater. Where’s my drugs?” He called over to the stoner, who was currently passing a joint to Michelle.

“Follow me, man.” He said with a guilty grin, him and Donnie walking away.

“Well, as much as I love hanging out with you nerds, I gotta get goin.” I said, moving to walk towards my car. Pink hooked his fingers into the belt loops on the side of my jeans, pulling me back towards him.

‘We still on for tonight?” He asked.

“Yes, sir!” I said feigning seriousness, fake saluting him. He laughed at this.

“Alright then. I shall see you tonight.” He smiled, releasing his hold on the belt loops and backing up slightly.

“See you then. Later, guys!” I called over my shoulder and hopping in my car, the radio coming to life at full volume as the car roared to life.

Today had been a fairly good day but who was I to lie, I was beyond exited for the night to come. I raced home and instantly started getting ready-showering and then getting dressed. I had a little more time to kill before I needed to head over to Pink’s so I took out the new goods from Slater and rolled a few more joints, placing 2 in the “Emergency” supply and packing the rest into my purse before slipping my shoes on and heading out.

I eventually pulled up outside Pink’s house, only to see him and Slater talking out by Pink’s car.

“Getting the party started without me, boys?” I smirked, making my way over to the little group.

“(y/n), man! It feels like it’s been forever since I saw you man.” Slater called, laughing almost nervously. Pink looked over at me as well, shooting me his award winning smile.

“Slater, I literally saw you a few hours ago” I laughed, pulling him into a hug anyways.

“My turn!” Pink exclaimed once I’d let go of Slater, holding his arms open wide with a little smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, laughing, but walking into his arms anyways, my heart skipping a beat momentarily. I just chose to ignore that bit.

“So, what’re you doing here? Not that your company isn’t a pleasure, “ I started, looking at Slater. “but i thought it was just gonna be us tonight?” I finished, looking at Pink.

“It is, he was just dropping off some supplies” Pink answered devilishly.

“Yeah, don’t worry (y/n), I’m not here to steal your man time, man” He laughed out, beginning to step away.

“You wish Slater!” I said, blushing slightly. He just shook his head, beginning to walk away. The blush intensified even more when Pink put his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. He was usually pretty touchy, but it seemed to be amped up even more tonight.

“Thanks again, man. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Emporium?” Pink called as Slater was walking away.

“For sure man! Have fun, but not too much fun, man!” He called back, making his way around the corner.

Pink still hadn’t let go of me so I turned, putting a hand on his chest and laughing at his dopey facial expression.

“Hmmmmm, seems like someone really did start the party without me” I laughed, pinching his cheek lightly, him swatting my hand away.

“Ok maybe I smoked a tinyyyy bit, but there’s still plenty to go around” He said smirking and hooking his fingers into the front belt loops of my pants. I looked up at him, suddenly having an overwhelming urge to lean in. I snapped myself out of it though, if any of that was going to be happening tonight I’d have to be a lot more out of it than my current state.

“Well, why are we still out here then? The weed isn’t going to smoke itself!” I chuckled, breaking away from him and making my way into his house, directly to his room.

I plopped onto his bed, leaning against the headboard as Pink followed me in, closing the door and lighting some incense to mask the smell. As soon as it was good and burning, I pulled out my freshly rolled stash, lighting it and taking a drag as Pink put one of the new records on the player.

Once it was settled, he turned towards me.

“Hey now! Don’t be greedy” He laughed at me, launching himself on top of me on the bed, opening his mouth for me to place the joint in it. I complied with his wishes, sticking it in his mouth and leaning back with a smile on my face, his body still very much on top of mine.

Eventually, he moved to a more comfortable position at my side. We listened to the records, back to back, giving our respective opinions on each of the albums, going through about 4 joints and 3 beers each. By the time the last song on the last of his new records rang out, we were fairly buzzed.

“Well, that’s all of em. Now, what to do, what to do?” Pink stated, looking over to me with an idea in his eyes.

“Have anything specific in mind?” I asked absentmindedly, more focused on the brightly colored poster on the wall.

“I have an idea, yeah” He answered vaguely. I giggled lightly at his lack of explanation.

“Are you planning on sharing that idea with me or are you just gonna keep it locked up in that brain of yours?” I questioned teasingly, leaning forward to tap his temple lightly. He swatted my hand away with a laugh.

“I’ll do better, I’ll show you!” He exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the window. I was curious now.

Before I could question his intentions further, he slid the window open and climbed out on to the roof, turning back and reaching his hand in the window, motioning for me to follow. I grabbed his hand and climbed out as well. He began walking towards the middle of the roof, my hand still clasped tightly in his own.

He sat down finally, pulling my arm along with him. I sat down quietly, leaning against his shoulder lightly. For a few long moments, there was nothing but silence. Pink stared up at the sky, lost in thought.

“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked quietly, poking his side gently.

“I don’t love her.” He answered immediately.

“What?” I replied, taken aback by the question.

“Simone. I don’t love her, I never did. In fact, we’ve been split for months, but she refuses to let me go. I don’t love her because..... well, because I love someone else” He laughed out almost incredulously, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. Something about that statement sent a ping straight to my heart.

“Well then, that’s ok! I’m sure this girl likes you back. Who wouldn’t? Don’t worry yourself too-” before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. They moved in sync briefly before he pulled away.

“It’s you. You are the girl I’m talking about. I think I’ve always known it’s you, I just never realized it.” He let out with no hesitation. As I processed what he was saying to me, my heart was dancing in my chest. This was not how I planned for the night to go, not that I’m complaining at all.

“I don’t think there's any question that I feel the same then?” I asked in a daze, still shocked by the events that had just transpired. Pink chuckled at this, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around me, pulling me closer.

“No, I don’t think so. Though, I think I should double check, just to make sure.” He stated, a goofy smile finding its way onto his face. At that, he leaned down once more, placing his lips on mine once again.

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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hello, i love your writin'!! seriously, it's so cool to read and im just ajdhsish and this is the first thing- second thing, would you be comfortable with writin' albedo x gn reader (headcanons are cool yknow!) who dislikes goin' outside alone? like, they worry that somethin' bad will happen to them or are a bit scared of doin' things that might go wrong around people, so they prefer goin' outside with someone? (they also want to get rid of their fears but have no ideas how) i will understand if you don't want to so dw!! 👉👈

First thing, thank you so much for requesting! This took a while, I'm so sorryy! This was supposed to come out yesterday but I got sick and barely had the brainpower to even stand :(( feels better now tho so yey? And yess ahhh thank you for your kind words, you guys have been wonderful too, give yourself some credit too!

This is the last Albedo request in the inbox and woohoo, we ended this streak in one of the hard prompts I've come by so far ahaha

I'm not sure if I interpreted anon right but this shall be a fic as originally requested? I'm apologizing in advance because I don't think I've captured this scenario well enough hehe,,, but I hope you still enjoy this!

Keep Me Intertwined

Albedo with a gn!reader that's scared of going out alone (Mild Social Phobia?)

Albedo is a genuis, everybody knows that, even beyond the walls of Mondstadt. Praised and sought out by scholars to ask for his wisdom and a majority of the time they receive their desired enlightenment.

Indeed, the Kreideprinz is a genuis even if he says otherwise, but he's a genuis in the art of Kemia. And only that. Truth be told there are a lot of things he lacks when it comes to knowledge, as his focus is only in the science he wants to explore. Beyond that, he comes close to a child's understanding of the world.

When he bumped into you when he was strolling through the stalls during a market fair of travelling merchants, he'd thought it would be something he can shrug off easily, but as he moves his head to look at the perpetrator he'd hear a squeak of a "sorry" and a running figure. What?

Albedo silently pats himself down as he continues to watch as the silhouette disappears farther, with a calculating gaze to memorize all their features for... future references.

After he made sure it wasn't a thief that bumped to him to pickpocket, he immediately moves on without another thought.

"Ah, you're the one from the marketplace yesterday." In all honesty, your second meeting was quicker to come than he expected, and at the most curious location of all places. In the Knights of Favonius HQ. How had he not heard or seen of you before?

Your shoulders tense at the sound before you even closed the door of which you came from. This was a room he's never seen anyone use, he realized. Was this where you've been residing all this time? What an oversight on his part but it seems that you two share the common practice of barely leaving your quarters.

When you turned around, behind those surprised eyes lies a gentleness of relief he has not seen a mixture of in the ones he'd observed before. "O-Oh, Chief Alchemist! I'm really sorry about that, I was- I'm really sorry!" He hums in contemplation before shaking his head, assuring you it was a matter that caused no harm.

There was more to it, but his thoughts are distracted with his current task at hand, and with a short goodbye he made his way out down the hall where the stairs resides.

His heavy boots clap on the carpeted floor...

Paired with shuffling light ones to try and match his stride.

Huh? "Are you perhaps going outside?" He confirms with a soft yes as he continues his walk. What are you implying? "Is it okay if I join your company? I uhm also need to get some stuff from outside." He just nods, not one for small talk or questioning. It's nothing much to think about really—

Your loose and subtle grip around the chains hanging by his coat seem to ground him from his musings as you two traverse through Mondstadt in a normal gait. He tries not to think about it too much, but the way you look around with unease when you near other people or your desperate strides to stay a respectable distance to him were things he observed during the walk. Albedo was no man of science focusing on human personality and it bothers him.

It was like a game of cat and mouse between you two running errands, he'll detour to the side and you'll follow him, and if you need to drop by to a building then he'll have to follow you.

And he doesn't know why. Is it because of his mannerism towards taking care of Klee? Or his feeling of responsibility for bringing you along?

During this whole ordeal the Chief Alchemist has brought himself a bright idea (it is not) and went into his scientific mode. He watches you talk to one of the citizens about a commission you had finished yesterday and after confirming your undivided attention, he quietly slips away from the area to visit the Alchemy stall where Timaeus would surely be working on.

It took about an hour before he was allowed to use the table, because Timaeus took so long working on his forgery. Goodness that man needs to work on his studies more.

Ah, speaking of— Albedo realized he'd just up and left you for an hour. Without a second thought he retraced his steps to where he had last seen you. Surely you would have gone off to do your own thing, probably finished up your errands by now and had gone back to the Knights headquarters.

An unmoving force made him tumble forward as his coat seemed to have been caught. If you were there, it would be a sight to see, a rare moment of the Kreideprinz so uncomposed and shocked as he catches himself with a sputter. What the hell? His head snaps to look over his shoulder at such incredible speed, you'd thought it really would have snapped—

The clutch on his chain accessory tightens. With your head down low he couldn't see what expression you were, but your tense shoulders shake with a tremor similar to that of an on-going earthquake. His guilt was more obvious as your knuckles turn white from the deadly grip.

"Albedo-!" You exclaimed in what seems to be a cross between a whine and a whimper. "You disappeared, I couldn't- I couldn't leave..."

He hides a sigh as you refuse to look up to show your face. And in a comforting manner he has 'mastered' with a certain someone, he gently pries off your tight grip (with some urging pats to get you to loosen) before interlocking your fingers with his gloved ones. And he smiles as genuinely as he can, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Are you done here? It's almost night, we should get moving."

Your nod of agreement was a breath of fresh air to him.

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Days after that were pretty much as uneventful as uneventful it could be for Albedo's lifestyle.

Holed up in his laboratory for days without rest like the madman he is. Master's alembic and grounds of scarlet quartz able to keep his mind occupied to not wonder. Hyperfocused, no one has seen him out, only Sucrose dropping by with an 'assistant pass' despite the experiment on-going sign hanging by his doorknob.

When he finally stepped out to the hallway, three days already passed. The door behind him clicks as it locks, a sound that echoed with the door four rooms apart to his.

Kaeya looks up from your doorknob when he noticed the approaching silhouette. "Oh, Chief Alchemist? Finally came out of your cave." He quipped as he leans his shoulder against your room's door, visible eyebrow raising slightly after noticing the fleeting gaze Albedo passed at the door.

"Cavalry Captain, good evening. What were you doing there?" Straight to the point.

The taller man's eyebrow rose higher before he composed his amusement. "I didn't expect you to be into rumors, Albedo." The Alchemist's brows furrows in response. "No harm done, worry not. I just accompanied them on their trip outside before retreating for the night."

Humming to himself, Albedo's eyes wonder back to your doorknob before it was protectively shielded by the man's... white fur cloak?

"I also heard you left them alone when you two were out. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel man, amping up their fear after the progress they've made." Fear? Progress? More questions swirled within the genius' mind the more he talked with this.

Kaeya had noticed his faraway look and pieced together the context. Finally, he offered to explain the background of the issue and Albedo was ecstatic to listen in, a first with the blunette.

"Do you understand it now?"

"Mhm."

"Then I'll leave them to your care, I'm sure your genius mind can come up with something."

"Huh?"

And thus you find yourself standing at the bottom steps of the Ordo Favonius HQ the next morning, hand in hand with the Chief Alchemist you've last seen four days ago. Doesn't he have better things to do? No, he reasoned the solution he worked on will take two days to formulate the desired sediment, and so he has that timeframe free for the taking.

You would have been confused and wary he'd abandon you again—

Were you not forced to listen to the two dummies talk about YOU right outside your ROOM.

"You uhm, you don't have to hold my hand during this whole trip, Master Albedo."

"Albedo." He corrected. "And this is necessary, much more convenient and predictable than pulling on my chains really." A touch of a blush framed your cheeks with embarrassment.

"I have nothing in my itinerary today, so feel free to tug me along. It is, after all, the most I can do for what happened."

Despite the rough texture from the long use, the leathered hand in yours brought about more comfort than you would have thought.

Bonus:

The solar isotoma sparkled in pure golden beauty in front of you, but it didn't prevent the anxiety bubbling inside as you watch Albedo hop over the ledge with the help of his geo construct. "What- what are you doing?"

"Experiment. I'll be up in the roof looking over you so you'll know I'm still here, if it makes a difference if your company is far from arms length or not." He replied as he casually hopped over to the roof of a housing unit.

"Albedooo!"

I didn't get to capture all the aspects of the request that I wanted to focus on ahhhhh, I got so conscious of the length I had to stop it! Still ack I hope I captured his personality and context well— and I'm sorry if I amped up the fear more than you gave, I'm not really sure how bad it was supposed to be skskskks

But hey, this being the last Albedo req in my inbox, I am now free from this man *happy sigh* //:Albedo smut leading the leaderboard for the followers event looms over from behind:// *sweats*

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #exile.flower #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo #exile.goblet #genshin impact oneshots #genshin impact scenarios #glorysuffer #i enjoyed writing this more than i thought i would have!#sorry this took so long!!#the requests are getting harder lately hmmm #followers special #gender neutral

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twentytanya · 2 years

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six of rogues: a playlist for warriors who don’t call any land home

take what you want, be who you are, trust no one, and don’t get attached.

@hngrylikethewoolf @thehuntress-rose @ashleigh-inyourdreams @thorns-ofthe-thistle @agentgrumpy-gils

1. Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

I found myself an omen and I tattooed on a sign I set my mind a wandering and I walk a broken line You have a mind to keep me quiet And although you can try, Better men have hit their knees And bigger men have died

I'm gonna raise, raise hell There's a story no one tells You gotta raise, raise hell Go on and ring that bell

I thought this was a good anthem for joining the rogues! Whether you left a clan, used to be a loner, or were born into it, this really evokes the vibe imo. Raising hell!

2. Kiwi by Harry Styles

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it I'm kind of into it It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it Oh, I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

This one is honestly just for the vibes, because I think the guitar in this has big heist movie/band of misfits terrorizing the town energy and the rogues kind of have that energy. Also... “havin your baby”??? Wolf?????? hehe

3. Freedom by Beyoncé feat. Kendrick Lamar

Singin', freedom Freedom Where are you? 'Cause I need freedom, too I break chains all by myself Won't let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I'ma keep running 'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves

This song is... as the title implies... all about FREEDOM! That was a big reason for Spider being a rogue-- she doesn’t like rules and she doesn’t like being constrained by a code. And I think the chorus really sounds like a chant and an anthem and I love its vibes on this playlist.

4. Just a Girl by No Doubt

Oh, I'm just a girl, living in captivity Your rule of thumb makes me worrisome Oh, I'm just a girl, what's my destiny? What I've succumbed to is making me numb

Idk if this song has PLOT relevance although I think it’s kind of an Ashleigh song?? I put it in here for the girlies because it’s all about feeling constrained by the society you’re in and wanting to break free. It’s also a hardcore bop and really fits the vibes.

5. Paper Planes by MIA

No one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless We pack and deliver like UPS trucks Already going hell, just pumping that gas

All I wanna do is- *gunshot gunshot* And a- *cash register noise* And take your money

I think this is an iconic song for committing crimes in a squad. It had to go on this playlist. Obviously cats don’t have any concept of burner prepaid wireless, packing and delivering, UPS trucks, pumping gas, or guns or cash register, but I mean... the vibes are there.

6. Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash

Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double So come on and let me know

This is another song that’s more for the vibes than the lyrics, but I think the rogues are always choosing GO! They don’t put down roots! Which can get a little complicated when they do form those bonds with non-rogues... what happens then?! Mostly, though, to me, this song is about power and resisting someone’s power over you. You choose “go” so that you can have the power, because you can’t take being in their state of limbo anymore!

7. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark by Fall Out Boy

A constellation of tears on your lashes Burn everything you love Then burn the ashes In the end everything collides My childhood spat back the monster that you see My songs know what you did in the dark

Rlly no idea what this song means IRL but it’s such a bad guys banger. The rogues reject the past and embrace villainy! They’re just here to fuck shit up and have fun doing it!! This song is very violent and intense but it’s exactly the rogue vibe.

8. Highway to Hell by AC/DC

Don't need reason Don't need rhyme Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do Goin' down Party time My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell

This song is like Born to Run’s evil twin. Not to repeat myself too much but yeah!! This song is about abandoning your principles and just doing what you want. A good message? Who knows! A rogues message? Hell yeah!

9. Beggin’ by Maneskin

Riding high, when I was king I played it hard and fast, 'cause I had everything I walked away, but you warned me then But easy come, and easy go, and it would end

This song is also more about the vibes than the lyrics. It reminds me of motorcycles. Cats can’t ride motorcycles but they can channel motorcycle energy and I think the rogues do that.

10. Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

He said, "There ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free I know I can't slow down I can't hold back Though you know, I wish I could Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good"

I thought this was a good place to end! Since the playlist is over but there still... “ain’t no rest...” get it...? But yeah this song is all about how ppl gotta do stuff that other ppl disapprove of to survive... and even the ppl who are held up as paragons of virtue also do shady things! As the outcasts and criminals of the cat world, the rogues definitely fall into the first category. But they embrace it! That’s who they are!

#how many times did i say vibe #i am tad tad is me we are one #swynwarriors #swyntask #six of rogues #errol #rose #ashleigh #thistle #gil

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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haikyuu guys n their summer street style [hcs]

characters: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, hirugami sachirou, sakusa kiyoomi

genre: is thirst a genre? also, crack.

warning(s): mild thirsting because I can’t help myself sometimes okay

loves the athleisure/sportswear look

and he works it

did he come from the gym? class? or was he just lounging around at home all day with his cute self? the world may never know

I just envision him in red, black, and white like idk why I can't separate him from the nekoma color scheme lol

red t-shirt, black joggers, and black or white sneakers

his shirt is fitted enough to hug his ~ muscles ~ but not so much that it’s a straight up compression shirt

sneakers are strictly adidas ultraboosts or vans (era style)

might wear a lil baseball cap but likes to let his bedhead be free

and maybe some aviator sunglasses if it’s an exceptionally bright day

if his s/o begs him to free his thighs, or the weather calls for it, he will unleash the beasts in some black athletic shorts

likes to be comfy and cute! an athleisure king!

first of all, let’s take a moment of silence to mourn the plaid shorts incident because *inhales sharply* no

pls let him wear his track pants 24/7 (sorry I'm still drooling over how he looked in s2 ep6 where he made takeru take a pic of him with kags bowing to him)

okay but all personal thirsting aside, he low key gives off toorist vibes with his fit (get it??? tooru + tourist = toorist!!! I'm sorry but not really bc I'm kinda proud of that one)

so just humor me and picture this will you

a lil button up, hawaiian style shirt (shades of blues, yellows, and oranges)

with light wash jeans (slim fit, not skinny)

and white nike sb sneakers, specifically (I take my shoes very seriously lol)

would probs flex on us by just casually throwing on a gucci/prada belt

definitely wears a watch so he can make it to all his d*ck appointments on time since everyone wants a piece of his fine self

let’s throw a gold chain in there for extra drip cuz we all know he would if he’s feelin fancy

is a king so must dress like one. he ain’t playin.

why am I picturing him looking like a crime syndicate boss on vacation now??? and why do I love it for him???

okay I picture him dressing like a chilled out skater kid ngl that's just the vibe he gives off cuz he’s immovable ya know

but soft skater boy

by this I mean:

pastel colored t-shirts/button ups (pinks, lavenders, blues, and yellows) sometimes with brands on them. call him a mf ambassador

black, slightly ripped, slim fit jeans that he cuffs at the bottom because his legs are too long for them and he wants to make the length look like a ~ style choice ~ rather than an unfortunate thing he must deal with bc he’s tall as hell

white nike crew socks

and black/pastel colored vans (high top or era styles)

wears a watch so he knows when he has to be home to feed his dog

probs has a custom made lanyard hanging out of his pocket with pics of him and his dog on it

has little round sunglasses that are just too cute on him

disclaimer: doesn’t actually know how to skate

I mean, he’s basically a sequoia tree with a long way to fall so it’s understandable that he’s a lil hesitant about it (note: gao is a redwood)

avoids skate parks because of this

a very aesthetically pleasing person to take pics with for the gram because of his outfits. his presence always does your feed justice. 11/10.

I feel like omi’s the kinda guy who doesn't try super hard with his looks

like, he’s fine with just a t-shirt, track pants, and sneakers

but I have a feeling that he secretly loves collecting cool sneakers and just steppin tf out to flex

komori is shook when he goes over to omi’s place and sees his secret collection

asks to borrow a pair. sakusa says no.

so here’s the fit I'm feelin for him:

a crew neck tee that’s white/black/soft yellow/soft green (again with the school colors lmao but he looks good tho so why not keep it goin???)

black track/running pants with a tapered fit

crew socks with a funky pair of running shoes (totally see him in the nike air max react 270 shoes)

rarely wears shorts bc he feels ~ exposed to the germs ~ but if he does, they’re athletic shorts

will 100% wear a fanny pack cuz he needs someplace to put all his germ-fighting essentials!!

but crossbody, not around the waist. atsumu roasted the sh!t outta him for wearing it like that before

and to finish his fit: a mask. just white or black. no need to get too crazy

another comfy sportswear king!

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lizzie-tempest · 3 years

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Can...can we get the paps of the yanderes SO finds out they are pregnant and manages to escape?

Nyehehe~

Undertale

Oh no. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about the skeleton brothers, it’s that even though they’re both yanderes, Papyrus is the one you really need to worry about. Sans may be the violent and manipulative one, but at least you can predict when he’s gonna strike. But Papyrus?

Completely unstable. There’s a reason why he usually gets what he wants. No one wants to get on his bad side. You don’t know what might happen if you do. And once he finds out you’re pregnant, there’s no knowing what he’ll do to keep you with him.

You’re quick to leave. You’re surprisingly lucky. You find a place to settle down, find someone new to love who accepts your pregnant. The months go on and as you get more and more heavily pregnant, you relax. You think you’ve finally done it. You’ve finally broken free!

There’s a knock on your door while your partner is at work. You don’t think anything of it, until you open the door.

Papyrus is standing there, grin crazed and eyes wild. He’s covered in blood and you can see why. Your partner’s body is lying on the floor, completely mangled beyond recognition and their decapitated head in Papyrus’ grasp.

“DEAREST! I HAVE FINALLY FOUND YOU! OH, YOU MUST LOVE ME VERY MUCH TO HAVE CRAFTED SUCH A BRILLIANT PUZZLE! AND WITH A CHALLENGER AT THE END! I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT! OUR CHILD WILL BE SO SMART!”

He takes in your form, his hands stroking your belly and it’s then that Sans steps into sight, waving the pregnancy test and smirking.

“you didn’t think we’d let you go, did you?”

Underswap

You try and get away. Really you do.

But no matter who you try and turn to for help, they turn their backs on you. Family? Consider yourself disowned. Friends? All talking behind your back. Everyone who you used to talk to, be friends with and care about before you started going out with Stretch, now wants nothing to do with you and you can’t understand why.

But it turns out, that Stretch has actually been rather busy. He knows you’re pregnant. He’s known for days that you’re trying to get away. He could see it in your soul. He can’t let you get away. He loves you too much.

So he started spreading rumours. It’s amazing how the tiniest rumours spread among humans and can flare into a wild fire of nastiness and cruelty towards the one being talked about. Stupid human idiots will believe everything.

You finally come back to him in tears, sobbing and genuinely upset about how your loved ones have treated you.

He shushes you. Stretch pulls you into his arms and dries your tears, allowing you to sob openly into his hoodie and telling him your woes.

“shh. it’s alright, honey. they can’t really love you if they treat you like that, right?”

You nod. He grins. He’s got you right where he wants you.

“it’s okay. you’ve got me. i’ll always be here, i’ll never say such mean things about you. you can count on me. you don’t need anyone else. wanna go upstairs and cuddle?”

You sniffle and mutter a quiet “Okay.”

Without you even knowing, he’s got you in his clutches again. And this time, there’s no chance of escape.

Underfell

Naturally, he’s furious when he discovers you’re gone anyway. Even more so when he finds the pregnancy test. This just would not do at all. Has he taught you nothing?

It really doesn’t take him that long to hunt you down, he’s rather experienced in hunting humans after all. He doesn’t listen to your protests and unfortunately for you, no one jumps in to help you. No one wants to confront the giant, scowling skeleton with razor sharp teeth.

When he gets you home, he tugs you in the direction of the basement and you start struggling and screaming even more. You know from experience what will happen if you go down there.

He’s going to punish you for leaving.

Oh, but rest assured that the baby won’t be harmed. He’ll make sure of that. He just has to make sure that you realize what you did wrong and then he will restart the process of training you.

A good mate is an obedient one, after all.

Horrortale

Is completely delusional. Your unsteady relationship with Crooks is based purely on the fact that you look a little like the main character on his favourite show. He insists on you dressing, talking and acting like that person so that he can live out his fantasy of being with that character. It makes you uneasy to begin with, but when you find out you’re pregnant you know that you can’t do this anymore.

You try and break it to him gently. Besides the whole character worship thing, he’s been sweet and kind and you don’t want to break his heart. You can still be friends and you want him to be involved with the child if he wishes to be. If not, then you understand. Not everyone wants to be parents.

He takes it surprisingly well and sends you on your way. He...took it a little too well.

Crooks shows up at your work the next day, all smiles and holding a gift basket filled with goodies. His obsession’s favourite snacks and treats.

When he calls you over, he’s not using your name. He’s using their name. You try and talk to him, try and explain that you’re no longer together and that you broke up the day before. He just smiles sweetly, blinking.

“What are you talking about, my dear? We had no such conversation! Oh, you must be imagining things! An effect of the pregnancy, no doubt!” He’s announced it so loudly that everyone is looking over now. Crooks insists on taking you home and you reluctantly agree.

Except he doesn’t take you to your home. He takes you back to his home. When you try and protest he pouts and says that he has prepared a home-cooked meal for you. He made it with love! You’re aware of what the situation in the Underground was. You can’t bring yourself to turn him down.

When you step inside he locks the door. You reluctantly eat the spaghetti he’s made, feeling more nervous with every mouthful. Why isn’t he eating?

You feel drowsy. You just about catch Crooks grinning with excitement before everything goes black.

You wake up in their basement, surrounded by pillows and blankets. And dressed as the main character from his favourite show, hair styled in the same way and a chain around your ankle.

Swapfell

You left him? You left? How could you do this to him? Don’t you realize how much he loves you?

Mutt hunts you down out of desperation. He needs you. He can’t live without your presence in his life. Every moment that he’s without you increases his anxiety.

Are you safe? Are you alive? Are you happy? These questions and more bounce around in his skull as he searches, growing more desperate and frustrated with each passing day. He needs you, you’re his princess! His goddess! His very reason for staying alive!

He starts scratching at his bones. It’s his fault you left. He wasn’t good enough. If he had been a better mate, if he had protected you from the outside world then you wouldn’t have left.

You’re a few months along when he finds you. He takes you in, stares at your belly and the cogs start turning. The dots connect. It makes sense.

You wanted this to be a surprise! Oh what a wonderful mate you are! So perfect! He grabs you before you can run.

“i finally found you! at long last, stars i was goin’ crazy without ya.” he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You whimper, protesting and trying to get away and his expression turns crazed.

“no! don’t leave me again! please, i can’t live without you! look! look what i did! i did this because you left me! that kinda makes it your fault, haha!”

He’s shoved his wrists into your face and you take in the deep scratches. The kind soul you are can’t help but inspect them, trying to make sure they’re not infected or hurting in any way and he purrs at the attention.

Mutt’s teleported you home without you even knowing it, having used his scratched wrists to distract you. He pulls you even closer, placing his hand on your belly.

“now we can be together forever.”

I’m so sorry this took so long. I got this ask really late at night, so I decided to leave it till morning. But then I had to help Big Bro make a CV and THEN I got dragged out to walk Tilly dog and have only now just been able to get to it! >_>

I hope it’s okay!

#anon ask #ask #imagine #yandere papyrus #pregnant reader #undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #lizzie writes #lizzie imagines

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skylights2000 · 3 years

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Switch! (Gundham x Fem! Reader) Part 6

I swear I’m still doing everyone’s requests. I was just so excited about this story that I ended up writing the whole chapter when I only meant to get started on it 😅

!TRIGGER WARNINGS!

There is a reference to a past suicide attempt!

This is a long one, so get settled in and enjoy! On to the story! 💜

No matter how much you argued that you had things to get done, everyone agreed that you needed rest. You finally gave in when Manako and Hiko promised to keep you updated on the current projects, as well as any new ones that came in.

In the end, you were thankful for the help. Though you’d never admit it, you really were exhausted, and it was comforting to have someone remind you that your business wouldn’t fall apart if you took some time off.

You slept for the majority of the next week. Gundham and Sonia spent more time at your home than at their own during that time.

Every few hours, you’d vaguely hear your bedroom door creak open, and one of them would come in to ask how you were doing.

If you were sleeping, you’d mumble that you were okay, just tired. If you were awake, they’d ask you if you wanted to eat, watch a movie, or something.

Sonia was a great cook, and whenever you felt bored or cooped up, she’d let you help her.

Sometimes, the three of you would go outside and sit on your front porch or walk down the street to the park. They always walked on either side of you, ready to catch you if you fell.

You appreciated their concern, but you eventually nudged them both ahead of you, assuring them that, yes, you were fine and would tell them if you weren’t.

On days that Gundham had to work, Sonia would keep you company. Today was one of those days, and Sonia was excitedly telling you about her upcoming date with Peko.

“Do you want to go shopping with me?” Sonia asked excitedly.

You hadn’t actually been shopping in a while. You spent most of your time working and never really went many places that required nice clothes, so you never had a reason to go shopping that much.

Maybe you could get something nice for yourself? It’s not like you didn’t have the money. But where would you even wear something like that? A date maybe?

The thought made you realize that you hadn’t been on a date in almost two years. Jeez, that made you feel like some kind of hermit.

“Sure, why not.”

Sonia clapped happily and dragged you up from the couch. “Alright, get dressed, and we will go!”

You shook your head, amused by her enthusiasm, and retreated to your room to change out of your pajamas.

Miu sent you and Sonia a message just as you were getting into your car.

I’ve got awesome news fuckers! Where are you?!

You raised an eyebrow, wondering what she’d gotten into this time. You turned to Sonia. “You mind if she comes along?”

Sonia just grinned. “The more the merrier!”

You smiled and answered the message.

Be outside in ten minutes or I’m leaving you behind

Ooh are you gonna punish me?

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face didn’t falter.

I’ll leave that to Ibuki

You put your phone in one of the cup holders and started the engine.

Miu clambered into the backseat the second your car had stopped and immediately launched into a tirade. “Clear your plans for Friday night! We’re goin’ to a fuckin’ concert!”

“You bought tickets?” Sonia asked, and Miu’s grin widened.

“That’s the thing! It’s Ibuki’s concert so we get in for free!”

“Isn’t that abusing your relationship?”

Miu punched your shoulder, causing you to swear and whack her knee. “Don’t do that while I’m driving!”

“It was Ibuki’s idea! She wants all of us to come!”

“All of us?”

Miu nodded, listing off people on her fingers. “The three of us, Gundham, and Kazuichi. So whaddya say?”

“That sounds wonderful!”

“Sounds like fun. You gonna need a ride?”

“Nah, I’m ridin’ with Kazuichi.” Miu seemed to finally remember that they were driving. “Where’re we goin’ anyway?”

“Shopping. Oh, we can even buy outfits for the concert!” Sonia exclaimed, and you nodded along.

“Yeah, gotta match the occasion.”

Miu and Sonia dragged you through several stores. Each of them found their outfits fairly easily. You, on the other hand, were having some trouble.

The clothes were all nice, and you really liked some of them, but you really weren’t sure you could pull any of it off.

Eventually, Miu got tired of waiting and started searching for you. Within minutes, she returned with enough outfits to make your head spin and dragged you towards the changing room.

You tried on each outfit, each one getting various comments of “Not that one.”, “Try the next one.”, and “Not your look.”

By the time you got to the last few, you felt incredibly discouraged.

“I actually like this one.” You said as you stepped out of the changing room.

Sonia and Miu, who had been having a conversation about Kiibo, turned to you. Sonia’s eyes widened, and Miu’s mouth fell open.

“You look wonderful!”

“Hot damn, you look good, kid.”

“I’m older than you.” You huffed indignantly, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Gundham’s gonna bust the fattest nut when he sees you.” Miu laughed.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise before you smiled awkwardly. “I think you’ve misinterpreted something. Gundham doesn’t see me that way.” You sounded so confident in the assumption that both of them were a bit caught off guard.

“Wait, you really don’t see the way he looks at you?” Miu asked disbelievingly.

You frowned at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Miu looked to Sonia, who shrugged in response to the silent question.

“Well, how do you feel about him?” Miu asked instead.

You smiled happily. “We’re friends.”

“An’ that’s it?”

You paused for a moment, considering her words for a moment. “Hm, I’ve never really thought about it.”

You didn’t elaborate further as you headed back into the changing room, much to the frustration of Miu, who really wanted the scoop on you and Gundham.

The day of the concert was a hectic one. You got several new orders for various kinds of furniture, so you spent most of the day alternating between ordering supplies and cutting and labeling the wood needed for each project.

As soon as you got home, you jumped in the bath, soaking away the soreness in your body. You washed your hair, blow dried it, and set about styling it. Once you were satisfied with that, you headed back to your room to get dressed.

You’d ended up buying the outfit that the three of you liked. You were wearing a dark purple t-shirt, black jean shorts, fishnet stockings, and black combat boots. You accented the outfit with a black, lace choker that had a silver crescent moon in the center and a pair of fingerless black gloves.

You smiled at your reflection. Miu and Sonia were right. You did look good.

You grabbed your phone from your bed and sent Sonia a message saying you’d be at her apartment soon to pick up her and Gundham.

When you got there, you parked and climbed the stairs to her apartment. When you knocked on the door, you very vaguely heard Sonia’s voice and the dull thump of boots on the floor before the door opened.

You’re not sure who looked more surprised, you or Gundham.

Sure, you’d seen him in his long coats and dark clothes, but you’d never seen him dressed like this. He was wearing a dark red, band t-shirt, black jeans with several straps and buckles along each leg, and black boots. He had on several black and silver necklaces and twin leather bracelets on each wrist.

You finally forced yourself to look away when you realized you were staring. You waited for him to say something or invite you inside, but he didn’t. For a long moment, he just stared at you, and you hooked your thumbs through your belt loops in an effort to look calmer than you felt. People never really looked at you, so having someone openly stare at you was making you nervous.

“Um..Gundham?” You smiled bashfully, offering a little wave to get his attention.

He blinked and upon realizing what he’d been doing, he looked away from you, moving to hide his face with his scarf before remembering it wasn’t there.

As if to save him from his own awkwardness, Sonia appeared beside him. “Hello, (Y/n)!”

Sonia was wearing a beautiful, gothic style, black dress. It stopped just past her thighs and had long lace sleeves. Several thin, silver chains hung from her waist. She had on knee high, black boots and her usual choker with the pentacle on it. You couldn’t help but smile. They both looked great.

“Hey Sonia. You guys ready to go?”

When they nodded, you led them to your car. Sonia climbed into the front seat since she was giving directions while Gundham climbed into the back.

The place was packed when you got there, and it didn’t take long for you to spot Kazuichi’s pink hair out front. He was deep in conversation with Miu, and as you approached, you realized they were talking about their newest project. You smiled nervously. Hopefully, this time, it wouldn’t involve any weird rituals.

As soon as you reached them, Miu dragged you all inside. The place was packed, and you felt a spark of anxiety at the sheer number of people around you. You didn’t like crowds. You probably should’ve thought that part through.

Well, you were already here, and if anything did get bad, you could just politely excuse yourself.

With that thought in mind, you followed everyone inside. You found a table near the back and took a seat with the others. Miu disappeared to wish Ibuki luck before the show, and Kazuichi left after asking if any of you wanted something to drink. You asked for a soda, Gundham requested some water, and Sonia politely asked for some lemonade.

Shortly after he returned with the drinks, the lights dimmed, and the ones on the stage lit up. Miu appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Sonia’s hand then yours. “Let’s dance, bitches!”

“I don’t really know how t-“

“Fake it til ya make it, (Y/n)!”

She wasted no time dragging you two towards the stage. Sensing your discomfort, Sonia stopped Miu from dragging you fully into the mosh pit in front of the stage. Miu huffed, but her expression softened. “Ya alright?”

You smiled sincerely, albeit a bit awkwardly, and nodded. They threw their arms up and danced like crazy, and you laughed as you watched them. You bobbed your head to the beat. It really did make you wanna dance, but there were so many people around.

Sonia, ever the empath, grabbed both your hands and pulled you towards them. “Dance with us!”

They both grinned at you, each taking one of your hands. It was awkward at first because you were still a bit uncomfortable, but being with two of your best friends helped you loosen up, and soon, you were jumping and dancing along with them.

Across the room, Gundham was watching you quietly, a small smile on his face. He liked your smile, liked the way your eyes shined. Your hair whipped your face as you banged your head to the beat. The adrenaline made you feel like you were flying, like nothing existed except you and the music. After an entire week of being cooped up in your house, it felt good to just dance.

The music made you feel high, like you were tripping on just being alive. It was strange, something you’d never felt before, but you welcomed it readily.

No matter how much fun you were having, you ended up excusing yourself when you got thirsty. You asked for some water and headed out the side door to get some air. The cool, night air felt incredible against your skin. You didn’t realize how hot you’d gotten. You sat down on one of the benches outside.

The vaguely heard music from inside mixed with the quiet hum of the night. It was relaxing, and you closed your eyes for a moment to just listen. You breathed in deep and let it out slow.

It felt good to be out, and it made you wonder why you didn’t do it more often. You hadn’t been out like this since you started your business. At first, it was because things were still being set up, then it was because you were busy with all the new customers, but even when you got used to everything, you never went out like this.

You opened your eyes when someone sat down beside you, and a glance to your right revealed that it was Gundham.

“What are you doing out here?” You asked curiously.

He was quiet for so long that you began to think he wouldn’t answer, but eventually, he turned to you. “I wish to inquire about something.”

“What’s up?”

“That scar on your arm. Why have I never seen it until our bodily forms were swapped?” As he asked, he motioned to the long scar that stretched diagonally across your left forearm.

“Oh.” You traced your fingers along the scar. “I usually cover it with makeup.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s kinda ugly, isn’t it?”

“Scars are a sign of perseverance in battle.”

“I don’t think you’d say that if you knew how I got it.” You murmured somberly.

“Why do you speak such nonsense?”

You were quiet for a moment. “...I tried to commit suicide once.”

He stared at you with wide eyes, too stunned to say anything.

“Sometimes I still wonder why I’m here. What point does my existence have? Does it really matter?” You tilted your head back to see the stars as you continued. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s easier to give up.”

You flinched at how suddenly he moved, but in a heartbeat, he was crouching in front of you.

“It seems you do not know the potential you hold, so allow me to enlighten you.” He watched you so intently as he cradled your face in his hands. His touch was gentle, like you were something precious, and it did something funny to your heart. “I have never met a mortal filled with so much compassion. You are humorous and strange. You are talented in your craft and an inspiration to those around you. You do not know the light you bring to this dark world.”

The sincerity in the words surprised you, but you found yourself smiling. “You’re something special, Gundham Tanaka.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

He stood up, looking away from you to hide the growing blush on his face.

You still saw it and giggled softly. “Why don’t we head back inside?” You stood up when he nodded and followed him back inside.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa goodbye despair #gundham x reader #gundham tanaka #gundham imagine #fem reader #sonia nevermind #miu iruma #danganronpa killing harmony #kazuichi souda #referenced suicide attempt #referenced past abuse

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