why did you do that

Credence Barebone: Runaway Part Four


Exhausted is an understatement of how Credence currently feels. His head is throbbing, throat dry from what feels like screaming, and all he wants to do now is to take a nap and erase all the pain.

But just as he’s about to close his eyes and allow blissful sleep to overcome him, the all too soft bed dips slightly at his feet. Hang on, where am I? This is NOT my bedroom. The bed’s too soft… Wait… Am I being kidnapped? Oh God, not now. Not when I’ve yet to tell Mr Graves what happens to me sometimes! But it’s soooo soft. Ughh… Just gonna let myself enjoy this as long as possible I guess.

Credence’s plan fails almost immediately when a rough hand cards itself through his hair, making him force himself to not stiffen up like a branch. What is this? Why does it feel so… nice? Wait, this isn’t going to be like comfort before torture right? Oh, no.

He shifts a bit, unintentionally leaning into the hand. But it suddenly leaves, making Credence stifle a whine and lift a hand to his mouth to bite down. However, his attempts at preventing himself from making another sound fails, as he accidently yelps when the hand travels south ever so slightly, barely skimming over his chest.

“Okay, I’m awake! Don’t touch me, please!”  Immediately, he opens his eyes and scrambles away from the hand, backing away against the headboard.

“Ah, you’re finally awake. Who knows what might’ve happened if you hadn’t woken up?” Credence can hear the smirk in his captor’s voice, and he jumps off the bed quickly, putting his hands up in a feeble attempt to look defensive.

“Now, my boy, there’s no need for that. Go back to sleep. You’re very tired after what had just happened.” The last thing the boy sees is Graves’ hand waving almost dismissively as he falls back down on the bed, closing his heavy eyes and allowing sleep to overcome him once again.

“Hngg…” Credence groggily opens his eyes for the second time that day and rubs it sleepily. Looking at the window, it’s nighttime and the city’s lights are blinding. Woah, is this how the city looks like? It’s amazing. I wish I was able to live here. He can’t help but think. Oh wait, I was offered to live here, wasn’t I? Should I change my mind?

Graves laughs in his room when he hears Credence thinking this. He should really learn to conceal his thoughts better. Silly boy. I could teach him all this and more if only he would accept my help for once…… ‘and more’, huh?

Credence gets up and peers out the window, imagining how life would be if he actually had said yes to Graves. He’d probably be sitting on this very bed, sipping hot cocoa and maybe he’d even be reading a book that Mr Graves taught him to read. Maybe Mr Graves would be sitting beside him as he slowly falls asleep and dreams of not having any more troubles with Ma or anyone else.

It’d just be me and him. But what about Modesty? No. It’s okay. She’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. If I say yes to him, maybe he’ll let me ask him about letting her stay too. Chastity can stay with Ma, though. They’re exact replicas of each other. I just need to keep Modesty safe. Safe from HER.

Credence walks towards the door and opens the door, hesitantly poking his head around the frame. “M-Mr Graves? Are you there?” Seeing a door slightly open in the hallway, he steps out of the comfort of the bedroom and heads towards the door, only to step back slightly when he hears sounds coming from the room. Credence bites his lip and decides to literally commit suicide, bending down to untie his shoes and removing them before quietly padding towards the room Graves is in. He sees his life flash before his very own eyes as he continues walking towards the entrance of the room.

Oh Lord help me, am I actually doing this? He thinks to himself, leaning against the wall just outside Graves’ quarters. He peers into the room before immediately turning back and sinking down to the floor biting his hand painfully. Holy- What is he doing? Why is he touching himself?! That’s a sin! Credence can’t help it though, as he sneaks another peek at Graves. He can feel himself hardening at the sight of Graves on the bed, and he shakes his head in denial. But he can’t tell who he’s trying to convince that he isn’t obviously, painfully horny. He only barely stops himself from reaching down, and rolls away from the door before running back to his room.  However, he’s suddenly frozen in place by an unseen force and he can’t move, the tears once again filling up his eyes. But no matter how hard he tries…he just can’t seem to move at all, not an inch.

“Credence,” Graves says from the room, his voice breathy and gravelly. “Why did you run away…? Y-You don’t have to hide anymore. I’ll a-always be there for you, remember?” The tears begin to flow freely down Credence’s burning cheeks, dripping to the floor as he tries to form words to speak. “You h-have me! Y-You don’t need anyone else…

Credence is forced to listen to the harsh breathing that comes from the room, the tears quickly drying on his face. But soon, he hears Graves swear loudly and suddenly the spell is gone, probably because he had finished and his concentration was broken, allowing Credence to run back to his room scrubbing the tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.



pidge: keith i have a gay problem and need the help of a gay who is more experienced

keith: ok. what is it?

pidge: i like this girl but there’s no way she likes me back and i dunno what to do about it

keith: nothing. absolutely nothing. you do nothing, and then you do your best to ignore it but it’s just eating at you and it’s so hard to pretend it’s not there so then you watch ten thousand heteronormative hallmark movies but eventually you start getting daydreams about how great your life would be if you actually were dating and how much fun you’d have doing the cheesiest coupley stuff and you aren’t even paying attention to the hallmark movies anymore they’re just lights and sounds in the background of your daydreams but we’re in space so you don’t even have the hallmark movies so you just go straight to the daydreams and you get this idea in your head that if you two date you’ll finally be a happy functional person and you won’t have any more problems ever and you know that’s not true but you still wanna believe it anyway and now the crush is getting bigger and bigger and you’re even more of a mess and you talk to your friend about it since he says he’s always there if you need someone to listen so you think that’ll help a little bit but it turns out it doesn’t because your friend is an asshole and says “well why don’t you just tell him?” but if i could tell him then this wouldn’t. be a problem, shiro!

keith: (breathing heavily)



pidge: actually i think i’m gonna go to lance

keith: …good plan.

30 day otp challenge | day 2: on a date


Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know


“are you scared? imagine how scared she must’ve been. not that it’s any of my business…

you never had a happy past anyway. you were ridiculed and bullied all your life… and now you’ve escaped that life because for the first time, you did something for yourself.

congrats, mr. murderer.” - oh sangwoo


My heart is pierced by Cupid;

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.

I’m trying to fight my art block and I received some lovely suggestions I’m going to draw.

Mer!Hanzo and Pirate!McCree was one of these.
@rebeza and @finchworks are my inspirations and I look up to their designs and AUs ‘cause wow.

Have you ever seen a prettier Hanzo?


did some facial ref practice with the vento aureo gang also @ davidpro part 5 when????

seijou sleepover
  • oikawa: [eyes snapping open] if two guys were on the court and one killed the other with a volleyball, would that be fucked up or what?
  • iwaizumi: oikawa go the fuck to sleep