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moonrisecoeur · 1 month

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romance — leon kennedy

author’s note: i am sick this is actually a really cute fic. although i might be a lil mentally ill. this fic is for @ovaryacted so i hope u like it nic :3 feeling re6 leon vibes hehe !!

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content: detective leon x psycho reader, fem!reader (reader wears a dress and is referred to femininely), no d/s dynamics but reader is slightly more in control, lots of pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, my girl, sweetheart, sweetie, pretty wife), talks of marriage, unprotected sex, blood as lube. reader is like actually insane but leon loves her.

warning: this fic is dark content, containing moderate amounts of blood and gore depictions, along with discussions of murder, torture, bodies, weapons, etc. please read with caution and take care of yourself.

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"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly.

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

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“what… have you done now, princess?” he stumbles, because when you said you look good in red, he clumsily thought you meant you were going to wear a red dress for him.

“the guy was asking for it, lee,” you tell him, taking a step closer to reach out to him, but he steps back, “are you… afraid of me?”

“kinda. i also just… i don’t want you to get blood on my work clothes,” his smile is always gentle towards you. there’s no reality where detective kennedy can get mad at you, though. he adores you too greatly.

your eyes drop from focusing on his soft, warm gaze, to trailing down his body. he really does make himself pretty for you. black blazer and black dress pants on top of a red wine button down, top two buttons left unbuttoned because obviously the s in leon s. kennedy stands for slut. or maybe selfless? sensitive? submissive? who knows?

either way, you have the eyes of a predator. he knows you know that, yet you make no attempt to ease his mind, to tell him, ‘oh, it’s alright baby. i would never hurt you’ because neither of you are sure if that’s true.

“blood on your clothes, huh..?” you murmur, almost distantly, like your mind was somewhere else.

“we, uh, have dinner reservations, baby. why don’t you get cleaned up and we can go? i don’t think… the restaurant would appreciate blood all over their chairs and tables,” he looks away, and then back to you. your eyes are hungry, but he tries to keep you focused, “baby, you got rid of the body, right?”

“well.. not necessarily… i wanted to dismember him myself,” you pout, like you were asking for something a lot less gruesome. like, ‘leon, could we please get ice cream after dinner?’ but instead you were asking something a little bit more on brand for you. he doesn’t even know why he’s surprised.

“just… okay, whatever. just c’mere and kiss me, sweetie,” he welcomes you into his arms again, refusing to even pay any mind to the viscous scarlet liquid that saturates his velvet suit, your hand staining his neck and you reach to rest it on the back of his neck. he stopped caring about the mess and wrapped his arms around your waist.

you kiss him feverishly, stained hands and tainted souls clashing together. leon was rotten before you met him, corrupted and dark. you feel a bit more comfortable with the fact that you have not ruined him. there was nothing good about him to ruin. he lies, fabricates and destroys evidence, forces confessions, truly a brutal guy.

and yet, for the pretty thing that clutches onto him, only feeling truly happy in his arms, he is comfort. he’s safety and goodness. he is everything that’s right in her world. your world.

you are awful. but so is leon. that is why he loves you so dearly. if people like you both are even capable of such emotions.

your dress is carmine and if leon didn’t know any better, he’d think you were a victim of a heinous crime, but he does know better. and he knows there is not a single scratch or bruise on you.

leon holds you close to him, hands wrapped around your waist, giving you his complete soul, enjoying the warmth of your embrace and the familiar feel of your lips pressed against his. he squeezes you tightly and runs his hands along your hips, his touch smooth and gentle.

leon is your complete opposite. your touch is forceful and aggressive, but leon is gentle. all your body knows is his softness. you are erratic and violent, but leon is composed.

as you continue kissing him, leon's breath becomes heavier and his heart beats faster. he pulls away for a moment, panting gently as an expression of pure joy and relief crosses his face. leon leans down again, this time capturing your chin between his fingers as he looks into your eyes, soaking in the sight of you.

“you… are beautiful,” his voice echoes, low and full of an adoration even leon can’t wrap his head around. scarlet covers your figure, and all he can see is utter beauty.

“you got anywhere to be, detective kennedy?” you smile as you address him professionally, but it’s only teasing. your hand is moving to help him shrug off his suit coat and he thinks he might be here a bit longer than he thought. you throw it onto the table.when your hand starts moving to help him take off his jacket, his eyebrow raises in interest, and his eyes follow the movement of your hand until it touches his shoulder and starts undoing the buttons.

"no, nowhere in particular," he says casually, watching his coat get thrown to the side. you’re careless. that is expensive velvet, and your red hands definitely just ruined it. it’s alright he muses, he’ll just replace it.

the coat, he clarifies to himself. he’ll replace the coat. not this memory with you.

"excellent," you tell him, crimson fingers tangling into his blonde hair, “i wasn’t going to let you leave anyway.”

"i figured as much," he chuckles playfully, enjoying the feeling of your fingers digging into his scalp, massaging the tension away. leon's body relaxes against yours, savoring the feel of you pressed against him. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer.

"i've been working way too hard today," he sighs, and he sees the soft pout that comes to your face. it’s gotta be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, "don’t look at me like that, baby. i just didn't get much of a chance to relax. it’s my job, princess.” leon squeezes you tightly against him, the warmth from his body radiating against yours.

“how does your brain work for that long?” you shake your head, “i feel like i would start losing it with how long of days you work. you shouldn’t have to work so hard, lee.”

"i swear, i was staring at the same case file for like, ten hours straight," he sighs. "i can't look at those numbers and words anymore."

"i bet," you mumble, noticing the way the blood is drying up in his hair and on both of your clothes and skin, "you look like you're the murderer now," you chuckle, "i think i'm going to have to lock you up."

leon lets out a laugh, looking down at himself and noticing the dried blood caking up in his hair and on his suit, "i bet i do," he chuckles, "i look like i've just come from a crime scene."

leon looks up at you, his eyes shining mischievously. "then i guess you'll have to arrest me," he teases, "do you have the handcuffs ready?"

you laugh, mostly because you know he’s making shitty jokes, but also because you might enjoy restraining him a little too much, “oh yeah, except the jail cell is my bedroom.”

"well, you're the officer who has to bring me in," he says with a smirk, "i don't think i'll be resisting arrest too much."

“oh, shut up, dork. just kiss me,” you groan to him, pulling him in by the hips. his white button up dress shirt being stained by your red hands feels indicative of what you’ve done to leon. it’s not like he’s perfectly pristine, he’s been a corrupt cop for years, but… you have only made him worse.

it's as if he's addicted to the touch and affection of your hands, his body becoming hot with desire. he enjoys the way you press against him, your red hands staining his shirt and staining his soul. your fingers dig into his hips forcefully as you pull him in close to you, your tainted hands staining his clothes as you do so. you've definitely made him even more corrupt than he was before you came into the picture, and he's loving every second of it.

you pull away to whisper to him, in his ear, wet blood covering his skin and his clothes, "i love you."

now, he’s known for a long time that you love him, even if that love is twisted and tainted. as blood drips down the both of you, he wraps his arms around you more tightly, burying his face in your neck as he whispers into your ear.

"i love you too, princess,” he whispers back, not caring about the dried blood coating you both, "also, wait, where is your victim? did anyone see you? please tell me you were careful, baby."

"i destroyed his body parts already, don't worry. no one saw me."

"thank god.. or should i say thank you?" leon replies with a cheeky grin. to him, you are god. you are a religion. you are a deity who visits him in his dreams and treats him like her beloved human pet. he looks at you for a moment, his eyes trailing over your body, the dried blood of your previous victims making you look even more beautiful to him. god, you are so fucking pretty to him.

"though, i do need your help destroying evidence.." your fingers draw sweet little hearts onto his back once you throw his dress shirt off entirely, but he's certain your bloody hearts left literal, physical drawings on his skin. you are so fucking deranged and he adores you.

"i can help you with anything," he murmurs, leaning his head down to plant kiss after kiss on your neck, “that’s what i’m here for, baby.”

every trace of your blood-stained heart has been embedded and melded into his skin, like a stain that can never be washed out with bleach. he loves his psycho princess.

"but i don't want to think about that right now," you lean your head on his shoulder, "i just wanna be here with you.."

leon nods, enjoying the feeling of your head pressed onto him, the warmth from your body radiating gently, "i know, i know, baby," he says softly, "no worrying right now, just you and i."

after a moment of peace and calm, you perk your head up suddenly, a contemplative look on his face, "do you think... will i ever go to prison?"

leon chuckles, shaking his head as he continues stroking your hair, "no, you won't," he replies confidently, "not as long as i'm around, and i'm not going anywhere. i'll always keep you safe and make sure you're never caught."

leon feels the weight of your worries melt away from you. he enjoys being the one to calm you, tame you in a way. you are a monster, but with him, you’re his sweet girl with her.. mildly disturbing hobbies.

"you’ll be okay," he says gently, "i mean, if anyone does find evidence pointing to you, i'll get rid of it before it can even be used. i'm not going to let anyone come between us.”

“yeah?”

“you’re stuck with me forever, princess. i’ll make sure you never spend even one night in a jail cell. only the most comfortable living arrangements for my baby.”

you chuckle, pressing sweet kisses to his neck, “you’re the one that’s stuck with me. who knows? maybe my thirst for blood will include you some day.”

leon laughs, his body trembling slightly at your sweet kisses against his neck, he doesn't even want to think about the possibility of you deciding to kill him one day, but he also knows that it's not an impossibility. he swallows the lump in his throat and decides it's better to just push that thought away for now.

the worst part is… he knows you’d enjoy it. you’d watch the light slowly leave his eyes with glee. makes him nauseous.

"maybe," he says with a teasing tone, but it’s impossible to miss how his voice shakes, "but i'm more valuable to you alive, sweetheart."

“i know, i know.” you giggle, hands digging into the waistband of his fancy velvet slacks, “i just like playing with you. you get so nervous.. it’s cute.”

leon grins in return, but a hint of a nervous chuckle escapes his lips when he feels you start unbuttoning his pants.

he feels his heart rate start to pick up, both from anticipation and a little bit of anxiety, “you like playing with me huh…” he says in a lower, somewhat panting voice, “don’t play with your food, baby. do what you gotta do.”

you smirk, pushing him down onto his office chair, the same one you bought him a couple months ago when he was complaining about his old one. you sit yourself down on his lap, hands resting around the back of his neck, caressing him so sweetly. god, if leon closed his eyes, he could pretend this was normal and you were normal and you were both just two young lovers that adored each other.

his hands grasp your waist and keep you close, as he's afraid you'll leave him. you can't leave him now. not after all he's done for you, to protect you, to save you from yourself. he's ruined himself for you, he's destroyed evidence and burned bodies and lied and lied and lied for you. you can't leave him now.

his psychopath. his monster. his sweet lover. him. you belong to him.

he doesn't understand why you're so gentle with him, but you are and he's grateful, so he doesn't push the subject. when your hands pull at the waistband of his boxers, his eyes become soft and glassy and he rests his head back against the chair. you may do what you please with him at this point.

leon lets out a contented sigh as he relaxes back into the chair, his head leaning against the backrest as he gazes up at you. you are… breathtaking. a beautiful dove covered in her victim’s crimson blood.

your touch is soft and delicate, much different from the usual roughness that you've had with your previous victims. yet he can't complain that you're choosing to be so gentle with him, letting him keep this illusion of you being a normal person, just for a moment.

"can i have you, lee? right here, right now?"

it's almost amusing how normal that question sounds to him. after all this time, after everything he's done for you, after all the murders he's covered up for you, the bodies he's burned and the evidence he's destroyed... it almost makes him chuckle to hear that sentence. it’s remarkable, honestly. you’re vicious and violent and cruel… and you’re asking for consent? how adorable.

"of course," he says softly, his tone slightly pleading and desperate, "please. take me, baby... i'm yours."

you smile sweetly, though the sweetness is undercut by the blood on your face. he would almost assume you're possessed by something demonic if he didn't already know you were evil to begin with, "you make me so happy, baby." you muse gently, "you keep me safe, protect me when i mess up... i'm gonna be your perfect little wife someday."

leon chuckles softly at your words, but there's a part of him that's a little bit terrified. in his mind, he knows that this isn't the beginning of some fairytale romance, and that your intentions aren't quite pure, but he chooses to ignore those thoughts. he's already fallen down such a dark path because of your influence, so what's stopping him from falling a little bit deeper and going all the way down into this fucking madness with you?

"i'll protect you from everything," he replies, his fingers gripping tightly around yours, "nothing will ever hurt you again, my sweet wife. i’ll keep you safe and happy, always.”

"we should get married in a big, beautiful chapel. i don't need a lot of people there, i just want to be there with you."

leon grins, "you'd be happy with just a small wedding?" he asks with a hint of surprise in his voice, "i thought you'd want something big and extravagant to show off to everyone."

“all i need is a pretty dress and you,” you whisper to him.

leon chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face with his hand, his fingers slightly trembling. a part of him can't help but wonder how this would all end: would it actually end happily? with you two walking down the aisle to an altar, exchanging vows? or would it end up with his body buried deep in the woods?

he forces himself to ignore those thoughts, for now he should stay focused on the moment. you look at him so sweetly, so earnestly, so he decides to trust your intentions with him for now.

"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly.

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

you smile as you lean in to kiss him again, hands finally resuming their movements to get into his underwear.

leon lets out a soft groan, his muscles tensing as he feels your hands slip through the fabric of his underwear, pulling out his cock for you to play with, or so he assumes you’ll do. you play with it like it’s a toy, something you can just have fun messing with while he sleeps or before you fuck him. he uses the verbage of ‘you fucking him’ because this is in no way him fucking you… even if it’s his dick. at some point that dick attached to his pelvis became yours..

he wraps his arms tightly around your waist as you begin to caress him. he's just so vulnerable to you, he's yours in every aspect of the word, physically and emotionally. yours, yours, yours.

"i'll be gentle, i promise. i'm just gonna stroke your cock, nice and slow.." you murmur. your touch is warm but teasing, and when you notice the tension in his body, you can't help but giggle, "i can't go too quickly just yet.. can't make you feel too much too soon."

leon chuckles softly, a part of him enjoying this teasing routine. he knows that eventually you'll give him what he wants, so he doesn’t mind waiting. whatever his girl wants, she gets.

"i know" he says panting slightly, "just take your time, princess..."

it's just so hard not to adore him, so malleable and soft, you could mold him into anything you want.

leon's eyes are starting to get hazy, his breath hitching in his throat and his body trembling. your touch is so delicate yet so powerful, it's making his entire body quiver. he’s not even on the edge but he feels like he is. both of your hands jerk him off so slow and sensual, and he knows the only reason they’re moving so smoothing is because your hands still have wet blood on them… which means you’re practically using that guy’s blood as lube and… this is so fucked up. you are so fucked up. you are awful and he can’t wait to make you his wife.

leon’s not necessarily the most submissive man alive, but he does listen well and you always get what you want, so take that as you will. he's always been so easy to mold into whatever you want him to be. he's followed along like a loyal dog, doing everything you ask of him. he's done such despicable things in your name, knowing that at the end of the day, you'll love him enough to keep him by your side.

he feels your thumb massaging his tip and he suppresses a nervous whimper, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in the feeling of your touch. you’re too much of a tease, but leon is patient.

“promise that you’ll always stay with me, lee. promise that you’ll never leave,” you whisper. he doesn’t know why you expect such a deep answer from him when his brain is becoming more and more mushy by the second.

“i promise," he whispers back, still panting slightly from pleasure. “i'm never going to leave you. i'll stay by your side for as long as we're alive. i'll never stop protecting you, loving you"

“i will sink my claws into you and never let you leave,” you growl.

he leans his head back against the chair again, a smile creeping on his lips as he lets out a shuddering breath. "i'm all yours, princess, and i have no desire to be anyone else's."

just as he starts to get close to the edge, riding the fine line of pleasure, you pull your hands away from him. you feel bad for denying him, but you're only doing it so you both can finish together. leon lets out a soft shiver as you tug your hands away, your teasing just making him more and more desperate.

he lets out a tense, groaning sigh as you pull your hands away, a small whimper escaping his lips as you did so. he's so close, but you're not quite ready to let him cum yet.

leon tries his best not to show his disappointment, the build up has been intense and it's frustrating to feel himself denied, but he knows you love it. you love making him desperate, making him beg.

he concedes: this is what you like, so it’s what he likes.

but his disappointment is quickly brushed away as you get up off of him to take off your beautiful bloody dress, and your undergarments too. for all of the blood on your face, neck, chest, and arms, the rest of you is mostly untouched, and he finds the difference rather amusing. your stomach and thighs look so soft and innocent.

he gazes at you lustfully as you remove your clothes, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at your naked body. he can’t think, can’t breathe, his eyes going everywhere they’re not supposed to. he can only try so hard to be a gentleman.

"you.. are going to make me your wife," you say, voice carrying an air of certainty. you are not suggesting. you are telling him what's going to happen, and he will obviously obey, “you’ll buy me a pretty ring. nothing expensive, don’t waste your money on something stupid like a diamond. and you’ll take me on a beautiful honeymoon, and we’ll spend every moment of those days together just fucking like rabbits. understood?”

marriage was never something he considered until you called yourself his ‘pretty little wife’ to be honest, but with the way you're demanding it now... it's something he'd easily give in to, "okay" he finally manages to whisper back, "anything for my beautiful wife."

you smile gently, settling back onto his lap, pussy aching for the cock in front of you, so desperate to fill you up, “you ready, baby?” you ask.

leon nods, his eyes fluttering briefly at your words, “yeah, i'm ready," he mumbles, his breath already short and his heart beating so hard he's surprised that you can't hear it.

you slide him inside, giving yourself a moment to adjust. leon can't help but find the slight discomfort in your face cute.

you moan gently, resting your hands on his shoulders, "o-oh, ah..."

he can hear every soft sound and breath that escapes your lips as you begin to move, and he can't help but let out a soft groan as well. his hands grip tightly around you, tightening every time you moan or gasp.

leon holds onto you for dear life, he knows he's already so close to finishing, he could really blow any second, but the longer this goes, the longer this moment lasts, the more intense it gets. you’re going to kill him one of these days.

"l-lee.." you gasp, hips rocking back and forth, almost circular motions.

"oh god.. baby..." he lets out a tense moan as you ride him, movements gentle but somehow still so overwhelming. his fingertips dig into your shoulders as he tries to keep himself restrained, but he's at the very edge of his control.

every movement sends a jolt through his body, his muscles flexing and releasing with everything he's got to keep himself from finishing before you.

“leon…” you groan again, and he never really realizes the effect he has on you until your body is trembling as you ride his cock. your voice isn’t quite begging, but he almost hears it like that. it sounds like a love confession wrapped up in his name. he doesn’t see it until all of your defenses are down, but you love him so helplessly that it must be scary.

god, he wants to hold you in his arms forever and never let you go. protect his serial killer for the rest of her days.

he lets out another tense, breathy moan as you start to move even faster, you're pushing him to the limit. every sensation that he feels is so intense, he can hardly handle it, it takes every ounce of self-discipline in his body to keep himself from finishing early, but that’s what you get for edging him right before. you put him at a huge disadvantage.

“wait for me..” you whisper, “wanna cum with you..”

he nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut as a trembling breath escapes from his lips. he's trying his hardest to wait for you to finish, the urges and sensations within him are overwhelming and he feels as though he might explode at any moment.

and he does unfortunately, just a moment early, but it kick-starts your orgasm so for the most part, you’re both gasping and moaning and breathing fast and shaky and helpless together, hands grasping at any skin they can reach as you’re pulled ever closer to him. he sticks his head into the crook of your neck as your pretty pussy squeezes around him. he feels breathless and helpless, holding you like he’d die without you. he feels your heavy breath and your hands tightly gripping him, you must be completely gone, orgasm hitting you in waves that squeeze every drop of cum out of him.

you’re his, he realizes. completely, utterly his. you need him. you can’t go on without leon and there is nothing more pleasing than being your lifeline. your face makes that cute little pout, dried bloody fingers making his shoulders red, but this time it might just be his blood. your nails are digging into him, but he can’t blame you. you’re too lost in pleasure to realize what you’re doing.

once you both start to slow and calm down, breathing returning to a more normal pace, you lean down to rest your head on his chest.

after a moment, you ask him, “are you really gonna marry me?”

“mhm,” he hums, fingers brushing against your head, licking his thumb to try and rub off the dried blood on your forehead, “i'll get you a ring and get down on one knee and everything.”

“what will our wedding be like?”

“whatever you want, princess,” he closes his eyes, “i don't have a single care in the world about what flowers you pick or if you want to invite people or if you just want it to be us two and an officiant in the empty wedding chapel. i just want to call you my wife. my sweet, pretty wife. my girl. my only love.”

you giggle, nuzzling closer into his chest, “detective kennedy. my husband,” you grin cutely, “my leon. mine.”

burgundy drips from his fingertips as he brushes them against your cheek, “yours.”

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cur-sedd · 4 months

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RAHH okay currently thinking of some concepts for vampire!TXT BUT BUT BUT !! i thought of the most delicious soobie boobie car smut while i was on a late night drive SO please take this silly fic i wrote at like 1 in the morning (also ty for the love on my hyuka fic, yall ate fr)

MDNI!! NSFW CONTENT BELOW !!

╰┈➤ dom!soobin x sub!fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap!) slight size kink, petnames (baby, bunny, sweetheart, soobs), one mention of hair tugging, car sex, and making out! lmk if i missed anything 💕

In the two years you and Soobin have dated, you both had NEVER touched each other sexually . Despite you both being the horniest people you both know, it was just a matter of who was going to make the first move. Sure, a few hugs and kisses here and there. And of course, cuddling. But you both had never even gotten to the makeout stage. Until tonight. You and Soobin had been giving small hits to each other the last few days. Soobin’s hands always dangerously near your boobs when he would be the big spoon, or how everytime you both would kiss each other goodbye to leave with friends, your lips would linger in certain places you KNEW he was sensitive in just to get a reaction. One that same day, Soobin texted you, asking if you wanted to “move forward”. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you agreed in less than a second. You both were so childish around each other, giggling whenever Soobin would put his hand on your thigh. You both would just burst out into laughter. It was silly and you both couldn't take each other seriously. So, setting the giggles aside you made up a little plan. You guys would clear your schedules for the next day and try your best to makeout

Except, of course it didn't go to plan. Soobin being forgetful of this whole plan had you confused on why his friends were now sitting in your shared living room. Soobin had invited his friends over, thinking nothing of it. So when you walk into your house, you can imagine the face Soobin had made as soon as he saw you, all dolled up for him. Closing the passenger seat of the car, you turned your head to glare at Soobin, whose face had guilt spread all over it. Soobin had told his friends he was out to get some dinner, to which they all happily agreed, given they were hungry. But you and Soobin both knew it was gonna take a bit longer.

Soobin had put the car into reverse and slowly backed out of the driveway before shifting the gear to drive. His car was fairly big so it was great for transportation-.. Among other things. “Bunny, I’m sorry, I really am. I completely forgot. I must've mixed up the day or something.” “Soobs, we made the plan together! You could've at least texted me that we would’ve had people over.” “I know, I know. I really am sorry baby.” Soobin mumbled, a hand reaching out to caress your thigh with his thumb You gave Soobin a small glance, just to see if he was laughing or anything but surprisingly he was serious. In a few minutes, Soobin parked his car in a secluded area. If he drove a little further, you could've sworn you could see the whole city. You both quickly made your way to the back seat and wasted no time. Soobin crashed his lips into yours, to which you reacted quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wanted to make up for that little mistake. That and because he was tired of hiding the fact he had jerked off to you so many times + he was horny. Soobin pulled you into his lap as you two kissed, large hands squeezing the plush flesh of your ass. You jumped slightly, causing Soobin to break off the hungry kiss, leaving you both breathless. “Are you okay?” Soobin asked, tilting his head to the side. You nodded with a slight giggle. “Your hands are cold.” “Get used to it quickly..please.” He quickly responded, to which you nodded, leaning in to kiss Soobin once more.

Feeling you slightly grind on Soobin’s thigh, Soobin let out a small chuckle. “You want it that bad sweetheart?” He teased, lips slowly trailing down to kiss at your breasts. “It's not my fault you make me feel this way.” You breathed out, feeling Soobin’s cold fingers pull your low cut shirt down, only for his heart shape lips to latch onto your nipples

You feel your breath hitch as Soobin’s tongue licks and sucks your mound of flesh with such hunger, giving each one the same treatment. You felt his boner come up through his jeans to hit your right where your soaking core was, under your skirt. Your hands tucked softly on Soobin’s hair, causing him to look up at you with his big eyes, faking innocence. Your eyes said it all, and Soobin was more than happy to serve. The car shook slightly as Soobin’s hard thrusts gave out. Your hands held onto Soobin’s broad shoulders as mascara filled tears trickled down your cheeks. Soobin’s hand gently was placed over the small bump in your stomach, watching as it disappeared and reappeared with each thrust. Your moans were like music to Soobin’s ears. He waited, he was patient for two whole years just to hear you cry out his name, saying it was “too much”

You hiccuped and sobbed, removing all of your pretty makeup. Hours of getting ready, doing your hair, doing your makeup gone in a mere 20 minutes :( You watched Soobin pound the living daylights out of you as your grip on his shoulders tightened. Soobin lowered his face to kiss at your lips, to which you gladly kissed back in between soft sobs

“Baby gonna cum- gonna- oh fuck! ‘M gonna cum-” “Its okay- just.. God you’re so fucking tight- gonna cum too.”

Soobin’s thrusts were sloppier than ever as you both nearly reached your high. You guy’s moans became much whinier until you had came, to which Soobin had pulled out and came onto your stomach right after. Soobin let out a tired sigh, placing small kisses all over your face. “You felt so good, my love.”

“Why did we wait 2 years for this?” You asked, letting out a breathy laugh. Soobin shrugged slightly, chuckling a bit as his kisses trailed to kiss at your boobs. It was only until a text from one of Soobin’s friends had brought him out of his lustful trance.

“Hyungggg!! When will you and y/n be back? We’re starving and i swear i will actually burn your house down if you dont hurry” ✧˖°

(a/n: bonus points if yk who texted soobin LMAO)

#txt #kpop #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #choi soobin #txt hard hours #txt smut #kpop smut #soobin #curse writes #soobin hard thoughts #soobie boobie #so obsessed #soobin hard hours #soobin x reader #soobin scenarios

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agendabymooner · 6 months

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the little schuminis || ms47 fic

dad!mick schumacher x mom!ofc

EXTENSION TO SHE’S EVERYTHING… AND HE’S JUST MICK! (SMAU) + MICK, MULTIPLIED (SNAPSHOT)

Summary: Barbie Schumacher was the best mother there is to Mick’s little carbon copies. OR four times when Mick showed his devotion for his kids, and the one time his devotion paid off.

Content warning: Made this in about an hour— did not proofread this but I love it bc F1 driver with kids, All around fluff, Mick issa good dad, Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel being wingmen to their kids (Barbie and Mick), Michael’s clowning his own son, many Schumacher kids

Note: @avaleineandafryingpan I know this isn’t much but I hope you love this request babygorl 😭😭🫶 my heart beats for you fr. Enjoy some dad!Mick content xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

i. the time with minna schumacher’s late night wake up call

Shrill cries of a newborn love was equal to the agony that Barbie Schumacher — formerly Blanco Vettel — felt as she groaned quietly. 3 AM never felt this awful until her firstborn child reached her teething stage, and all Barbie wanted to do was cry like her daughter was doing in her nursery now.

Perhaps it wasn’t ideal to have a baby at the age of 27. Many people told her that her spouse wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment— that he was still on the peak of his career as a formula one driver.

And Mick was in the midst of a season when Minna Elisa Schumacher was born. Being away from her for far TOO long was something he didn’t want, but he was forced to leave as soon as Minna reached her 47th hour of her life. Mick never hated something this much until his career made him choose.

Barbie grumbled as she reached for her nightgown and slipped it on, only for a large hand to pull her back to the mattress as the German man murmured, “I’ll get her, liebling.”

“Mick…” Barbie hadn’t really wanted to make him get up, seeing as he just arrived four hours ago after his triple header.

“‘s okay, I’ll get Minna,” he muttered, reaching out to kiss his wife’s forehead. “Just go get settled down and you can feed her here.”

The blond man had immediately found Minna crying in her crib as he cradled her, heading downstairs to grab some iced teether to help soothe her gums. “Shh,” he shushed her gently, the baby’s cry subsiding immediately as she sucked on the teether. “You hungry, liebe? Or ‘s it just your gums?”

“We have to stop waking your mom up at such an early time, Minnie baby,” he sighed, rocking her in his arms as they made their way back up to the bedroom. “She’s been awake all the time— she works too hard for us.”

“She’s amazing, no?” Mick asked his daughter as if she could understand every single word he was saying.

“Ma…” Minna mumbled regardless, clinging to his arms as Mick grinned tiredly.

“Yeah, I know,” Mick nodded. “She’s working too hard, Minna. I’m glad she’s here to see you grow like this, liebe.”

“Talking to Minna again, Schums?” A soft voice reached his ears as Mick looked back at his wife, who had her back against the headboard as she smiled tiredly and extended her arms.

“Of course, Barbie,” Mick chuckled. “She’s got to learn her words, one of these days.”

“No need to lecture her though,” Barbie told him. But it wasn’t anything that she didn’t appreciate; she always liked it when Mick talked to their child like Minna understood everything. He had been doing this since Barbie fell pregnant with the girl— he’d often crouch down or lay next to her bulging stomach to speak to the growing baby inside of her.

It showed Barbie that Mick was a committed father. It showed that regardless of his situation as a busy driver, he always saw his family as his number one priority. Perhaps that was why Barbie loved Mick so much.

ii. the time with gisela schumacher’s first ballet show

Gisela Belle Schumacher’s first little ballerina performance was happening in the program facility and everyone made sure to show up.

By everyone, I mean Barbie’s family, the Vettels, and Gisela’s (or Gigi) aunt Gina, Pippa Michael and Nina Corinna. The two year old was excited to show everyone what she practiced with Madame Pinault throughout her three months of being at the class.

She was the tiniest girl out of the group, with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair making her stand out in comparison to her peers’ darker tones of hair. The Schumachers and Vettels knew which one to look out for while they waited at the auditorium.

Barbie peered down at her phone and sighed quietly. Mick wasn’t here yet. Stupid flight of his.

At Gigi’s age, she couldn’t easily grasp the concept of people not being able to make it to certain events at the right time. All she knew was that she was going to show her Dada how she could balance on her tiptoes without a problem.

And of course, Mick couldn’t find himself to break her heart like that. And so, after the Brazilian GP, he took the fastest flight back to Lausanne.

And there he was, rushing inside the auditorium with the biggest bouquet for the littlest girl.

Minna’s announcement led the families to look at him as Mick kissed Barbie’s lips and Minna’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Mick apologized, “the baggage claim took longer than expected.”

“She hasn’t gone out yet,” Barbie laughed quietly, mindlessly caressing Minna’s blonde hair as she continued to speak, “glad to see you back from the race in one piece, though. With the biggest flowers too.”

Later after the performance, Gigi ran around the Schumacher home with the bouquet bragging about the flowers her Dada had given her. Barbie laughed at the sight of the girl— she was too adorable.

Mick laughed along, as he knew that he’d be more than happy to come carrying the biggest flowers for his girl— even after the longest double header he’s had. After all, nothing can stop him from being the best father to his children.

iii. the time with mika schumacher’s birthday party

“Who decided that setting up a pet display should be this fuc—“

“Mick, watch your words.”

“Sorry, Dad.”

“Stop going crazy,” Michael said with a frown, throwing the small giraffe plushie at the direction of his son, to which Mick reacted with an ‘Ow!’ after being hit in the face. “This isn’t the first birthday party you’ve handled.”

“Well this is the first one where ‘pet adoptions’ are a thing,” Mick gestured at the safari animal plushies at hand. “I don’t know what came up to Gina thinking it’s easy to find bulk plushies, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done— and I have three kids, Dad!”

“Because you can’t control yourself,” Michael mumbled, making Mick glare at him. Michael shrugged, “Am I incorrect?”

Mick couldn’t even find himself to argue with his dad. Six years into the marriage, and he and Barbie already had three kids under seven.

“I’m just so used to the girls wanting princesses and all of that,” Mick pouted lightly.

Michael sighed, “Well, now you have Mika— think of him as you. What did you like when you’re a kid? Put yourself in his shoes. Don’t tell me you’re having an existential crisis three kids into marriage? I’m actually gonna be disappointed if you didn’t think that before you had the kids— you’ve been a driver for years!”

“How can you find a time to joke about it,” Mick sighed exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why I’m here being an ass about my kid’s birthday party.”

“Because,” Michael told him with a purse of his lips, “you’ve never had a son before— that’s why you’re stressing out about messing up.”

“I struggled with you for a good while,” Michael shrugged nonchalantly, “Gina was into princesses and pink ponies. You were a boy— I didn’t know what baby boys liked. But I was a racer, that’s why I didn’t have any questions— I still hesitated though because you might like something else and I have to be aware of it.”

“From what I can tell, you’re doing an alright job so far,” Michael smiled at Mick, patting him on the shoulder. “Miki’s been a happy child. That’s what matters, no?”

“So pick up your sad face and put those plushies up,” Michael said.

A delighted scream came from inside the house as the year old boy escaped from Kimi Vettel’s chasing, giggling as Mika Sebastian Schumacher ran as much as his little legs could handle.

Eventually he found himself in the arms of Mick as Mika hid from his Uncle Kimi.

“Da!” Mika screamed delightfully, kicking his legs when Kimi Vettel began tickling the boy.

Mick and Michael exchanged grins.

Yeah, Mick would continue to put these plushies up if it meant that he’s making his son happy.

iv. the time with michael ‘mikey’ schumacher’s introduction to the world

Michael Senna, or Mikey, Schumacher was born sixteen hours ago, his tiny body was proof that he was so much like his mother. Yet despite the smallness of his, his facial features and expressions of contentment showed that he was his father’s son.

Another Mick Schumacher had been born into the world, and Barbie and Mick (alongside their family in Switzerland) welcomed him with open arms.

And no one was more than excited than the newborn’s namesake, his Pippa Michael, and Sebastian Vettel when meeting the little boy. In fact, they raced through the hospital as soon as they heard that Barbie, Sebastian’s adoptive daughter, had given birth to Mick’s second son.

Michael was more than happy to meet the boy— just as he was excited to meet his other grandchildren— but to meet little Mikey Schumacher was a moment to remember for everyone. Because that was also the time when Mick announced that…

“I’m retiring,” both Seb and Michael looked at the man with surprised expressions as if they wondered if they heard him right.

Mick explained, “I feel like I’ve lost a lot of time with the kids because I’ve been racing. The kids obviously don’t know how much time I’ve lost because they’re young but… I do. Barbie does.

“It took me a good while to understand what Mika loved— it took me a while to learn how to keep Gigi from having flyaways in her hair during her ballet classes— or how Minnie managed to handle her equestrian routine without Gina or Mom.

“I’ve lost a lot of time,” he said with a small chuckle and a shake of his head. Mick then gestured at Mikey, who remained peacefully sleeping in Michael’s arms as he said, “And with Mikey, I think I can’t afford to do that anymore. I’m okay with one championship only.”

Sebastian broke the silence after, “I’m proud of you Mick,” he smiled softly before reaching out to hug his in-law. “Look at how far Barbie and you’ve come.”

“Back then we had to goad him to ask Barbie on a date,” Michael chuckled quietly.

“It took us eight years,” Sebastian joked.

“Or nine,” Michael snorted.

“We’re still here,” Barbie mumbled in her sleep, “stop making jokes about it.”

“Still,” Michael said, “we’re very happy for you and Barbie, son.”

“This is where your life begins,” Sebastian nodded, “all you need to do is to tell everyone about your commitments and devotion for your children and wife.”

i. the time mick’s devotion paid off

Being a retired driver felt great. It wasn’t everyday Mick got to say that— and now he had every chance to.

Barbie’s family restaurant in Lausanne, one that she named SV et Blanco, had been built years ago— it was the Vettels and Schumachers’ pride. After she graduated from culinary school, Barbie worked as a chef in nearby restaurants before eventually deciding that she wanted a place where family could start their traditions through countless dishes and desserts to try.

Needless to say, it became a local and even international favourite. Many tourists in Switzerland would try to stop by Lausanne just to get a taste of Kimi Vettel’s favourite spinach and egg soufflé.

And now, SV et Blanco became a place for the Schumachers to spend their time during the Friday afternoons after Minna and Gigi’s classes. Mick would always pick up his daughters with Mika and ten month old Mikey on their car seats.

And after that, he’d come dropping by the restaurant. With Mika on his pram and Mikey on his back carrier, he led the kids into the restaurant as they found their mother making her rounds around the place.

“Mama!” Minna exclaimed before she and Gigi ran towards Barbie, hugging her around the legs.

“Oh, excuse me,” Barbie smiled at the guests before she crouched down to hug her girls. “Gigi, Minnie— hello! How’s school!”

“School is good, Mama!” Gigi grinned. “I got star for writing!”

“That right? Good job, Gigi,” Barbie grinned. “And you, Minnie? How is your school?”

“Okay! I want soufflé though!” The eldest Schumacher pouted lightly. “I wanna see Pippa and Nina!”

“Pippa and Nina! And Sebby— and Mamma Bel!” Mika shouted from his pram.

Barbie giggled lightly before looking up at her husband, “And…? How’s Dada, kids?”

“Dada’s not that busy,” Mick giggled, “hungry for some soufflé though— Minna’s right.”

“Well,” Barbie clapped her hands before standing up, “it’s a good thing it’s our everyday special.”

“Great,” Mick joked. “Otherwise we traveled to Lausanne for nothing.”

Barbie rolled her eyes playfully.

It was a good thing Mick’s devotion and commitment for his kids were paying off. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be the retired father that he is now— his kids wouldn’t be adoring their mother as much as Mick did back when they were teenagers and secretly in love.

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zer0ady · 10 months

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Moments With ZB1

All Members.

Fluff.

Bullet-points + Small scenarios for some.

I apologise if some are longer than others. 🙏

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✿ 𝚂. 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 -

• Hanbin likes to make coffee for you and his members in the mornings.

• If you're not already with him in the dorms but he knows he will see you, he will make one in your own special to-go cup.

• You both have one and you decorated them yourselves.

• They're filled with cute stickers, doodles, and sweet nothings.

• When you are in the dorm you can count on being wrapped around Hanbin's waist as he drags you along whilst making coffee.

• If or when he makes food, you are his professional taste tester.

• If Hanbin is in the kitchen, chances are you will be too.

• Hanbin is obnoxiously a morning person.

• Like I mean this man is up and ready to go in 10 minutes whilst you and all of the other members are still waking up.

• And so if you get too sleepy Hanbin will sit you on the counter and come over to cuddle you whenever he gets the chance.

✿ 𝙺. 𝙹𝚒𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 -

• Being the oldest of the group, when everyone orders takeout, you and Jiwoong sometimes take responsibility of ordering food when Leader Hanbin isn't available or just to help him out.

• You basically tag-team it. One person finding out and writing down orders and the other ordering the food on the phone.

• Most of the time, it goes smoothly.

• Mother and Father moment.

• When everything has been ordered, you proudly smirk at eachother and share a smooth high-five.

• The 04s watch and commentate on it like a sport. When they know food is about to be ordered they gather, tell you their orders first and watch it go down.

• Gyuvin narrates what is happening and Ricky adds a comedic remark here and there.

• This also means you and Jiwoong find yourselves swatting them away when something doesn't go according to plan.

• Almost like a military operation. Theres a lot of hungry people waiting and a lot of food to order. It's of utmost importance!

J: "Okay, is that everything?"

Y: "I am 98% sure."

J: "We don't need 98% Y/n we need 100. Can you give me 100% certainty?"

Y: "Yes sir!"

G: "It looks like our players have a bit of a mixup on their hands. They're rechecking the orders. A recount! Will they make it in time?"

J: "Yah Gyuvin! Out!"

R: "Oooh and Gyuvin strikes out!"

Y: "You too Ricky!"

R+G: "Fine..."

J: "Wait... Should we ask again?"

Y: "Babe. I'm sure it's right."

✿ 𝚉. 𝙷𝚊𝚘 -

• Sometimes when you get to the ZB1 dorms, finding Hao is difficult.

• My guy tells no one where he is off to.

• Which is fair because if he wants privacy, it needs to be that way.

• However, chances are that when you can't find him, he will be somewhere playing his violin.

• His violin is a way for him to relieve stress.

• You are another.

• He instantly calms down when you are around.

• He says you help clear his head and help him get his thoughts straight.

• He thinks more rationally when you are around.

(Realising he legit said this about Hanbin •-•)

You walk up behind Hao. He is sat on a stool facing out of his window, his hands skillfully playing a chorus of notes on his violin. As you reach him you carefully place your hands on his shoulders and a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Hi baby." You say lovingly, your hands moving further down his chest, leaning fully on him, as he lowers the instrument.

"Hello my love." He responds with a sweet smile.

He sighs in content as he holds your arms and closes his eyes, resting his head against your shoulder.

"Long day?"

"Mhm."

"Want to lay down and talk about it?"

"I think I'd rather just lay down with you."

"We could also do that."

✿ 𝚂. 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠 -

• You and Matthew are the couple that always have one show that you are watching together.

• Whether it be a soppy K-drama or a cringey YA series, you both are addicted.

• I'm not kidding, everytime you guys meet in one another's house, you have to watch at least one episode.

• You often shush and shoo away people who intrude, not wanting to miss important scenes.

• You also often disagree on situations in the show.

M: "I'm telling you, she's gonna end up with ___"

Y: "No! But ___ is so good for her! They'd be great together!"

M: "Yeah, I get that, but he likes ___ and so he's gonna get with her."

Y: "No, you're wrong, that's what the show wants you to think!"

H: "Hey, Matthew, have you seen my-"

M: "Shh! He's confessed!"

Y: "Wait it's a cliffhanger?!"

M: "Oh my god! How could they do that?!"

H: "Nevermind..."

✿ 𝙺. 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚎 -

• Many times Taerae has tried to teach you how to play the guitar.

• But to no avail.

• Instead he offers to play an acoustic version of your favourite songs for you to sing along to.

• He provides excellent backing vocals.

• He sits on one end of your bed, watching you sing.

• He thinks you look beautiful whilst singing.

• When your eyes flutter shut, how you scrunch your face to reach the high notes. Your laugh when you forget the lyrics.

• He truly is your biggest fan.

• When you get tired of singing he will serenade you.

• Singing cheesy love songs to make you blush.

• Not only will he sing to you for fun. He will also sing you to sleep.

• You lay next to him, Taerae resting on his elbow looking down at you as he gently brushes hair out of your face. He quietly sings a slow song as you fall asleep.

✿ 𝚂. 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 -

• You and Ricky love going out and exploring the city.

• Whether you go shopping, find a new café, or just walk around or take pictures, you both love it and have so much fun.

• As the night gets later the temperature gets colder, and eventually it is so cold that the two of you can see your breaths in the air.

• A lot of the time you get much colder than Ricky and he ends up giving you one of his jackets.

• You and Ricky usually decide to find a few street food stalls to walk around, both for the food and the warmth they would provide.

• If your hands get cold so he offers to feed you so you hold a heat pack or put your hands in your pockets.

• Ricky always gives you the last bite.

• You buying something you found interesting such as a new drink or a new food and giving him a sip/bite.

• Watching his face either light up as he smiles and nods, or as he scrunches his face because he doesn't like it.

• A lot of the time its the latter.

• He may love food, but he is picky.

✿ 𝙺. 𝙶𝚢𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚗 -

• Video gaming with Vin.

• Loves to tease you.

• Tries to grab your controller when you're doing good in a game against him.

• If you're not against him he cheers for you very loudly.

• Most of the time he wins. Mans lives on his ps5.

• But there are a few that you are better at, and he hates it.

• You pretending not to know a game and them him whining when you actually end up being better than him at it.

• You sitting between his legs, his hands on your hands holding the controller as he teaches you the controls of a new game.

• Him getting excited for new game news/releases.

• Going to conventions together.

• Your halloween costumes are always video game characters.

• Y'all are geeks fr.

• But its cute. 🩷

✿ 𝙿. 𝙶𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚔 -

• Likes to cuddle whilst you watch youtube in your first language.

• Your arms over his shoulders holding the phone. Him most likely hugging one of your stuffed animals.

• He doesn't always understand but just likes to be involved. Plus he might pick it up along the way.

• He is the little spoon during this time. Always.

• Never deny him his little spoon time.

• Big boy yes, but little spoon.

• Falls asleep 90% of the time.

• If he does get a lil too sleepy and realises before he actually falls asleep he will turn around and bury his head in your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

• Pouty sleeper.

• Literally the cutest.

• Won't wake up unless you wake him up with kisses.

• You could try... He won't get up, but you could try.

• Still pouty when you do finally wake him up.

• (Sleepy Gunwook is so adorable ㅠㅠ </3 )

✿ 𝙷. 𝚈𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗 -

• Often you will go to the boys' dorms to hang with Yujin.

• A lot of the time this is to play video games.

• One of Yujin's favourite things to do is to watch you play video games.

• He likes to sit you between his legs whilst he hugs you from behind and watches you play Animal Crossing on the switch.

• Snacks are also a necessity.

• He will feed you chips one at a time whilst you run around your island keeping everything in check.

• The members have often walked in on this and think you two are freaking adorable.

• But like actually it's something so adorable to witness.

• Sometimes Yujin will fall asleep on your shoulder and it's something that you just have to capture because omg this absolute sweetie. 😭🩷

• His head is on your shoulder, eyes closed, slight smile still on his lips, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

• You would want to stay there forever if your legs werent going numb...

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Ngl the 04s were the hardest to write for this one, I just couldn't think of anything :') The idea for this came from my Gunwook idea, and i just decided to write for the rest lol.

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gardenofnoah · 10 months

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hi bea 💕 saw your note from a few days about gently pushing a writing prompt in your inbox 💌 if you're still taking them, here's a thought i've let run wild in my brain. hope it helps with your writing rut! bakugou and kirishima coming home to a non-pro hero!reader after a grueling 2 month stint overseas. it's the first long mission they've gone on since starting this fairly new relationship. it's a little awkward, but everyone underneath is brimming with longing. no one's not sure how to break the ice and settle back into a rhythm. maybe some insecurities come out as dinner is awkwardly made. how do the three of us get back to a safe and vulnerable place? a lil sweet? a lil angsty? all up in our feels? 👀 is it a soft kiss that breaks the tension? a lingering touch? a massive dam that breaks with clothes haphazardly ripped off down the hall?

i am kissing your brain directly for this one omfg

it doesn't feel like you thought it would.

to have your beloved heroes back home should have filled you with the familiar contentment that only they bring you. the knowledge that katsuki and eijiro are here and safe, back to you like you made them promise, should be a welcome thing.

but the hours that scratched at your loneliness until it bled are between you now. a great divide—one that widens with every touch the two exchange in front of you. you stand on the other side of it alone—an unfortunate voyeur to the very thing you've yearned for but could not have. how odd it is that the very people you have loved bring up a completely different sentiment now.

how strange it is that some part of you wishes they were still gone.

the apartment that felt too big now suffocates you. the mahogany under your fingers seems a far better sight than the alternative. they chat idly about situations you aren't privy to, missions you haven't gone on—you keep your eyes trained on the wood grain to ignore what's looking you straight in the face: you are othered—you are outside of this. you trace a chip in the tabletop and think with some detachment that you could get up unnoticed.

"you tired, babe?" eijiro's head turns to you as you stand. it feels foreign to have his eyes on you. you gather your bowl and utensils in your hands and fight the urge to tell him to look away.

"yeah, no, i just—i'm not hungry."

"oh! do you want to pick a movie to watch?"

you shake your head, looking anywhere but him. your feet take you past him, headed straight for the kitchen or anywhere else but here. "no, that's okay. don't worry about it."

"oi," katsuki's rasp commands a pause in your steps despite intending the opposite, "what's that s'pposed to mean?"

you don't move an inch—it's enough effort to contort your face into something resembling a smile. something to appease. you can't look at either of them—you keep your eyes on the floor and will it to open up and swallow you whole.

you jump when you feel katsuki's warmth in front of you—far too close. he takes the dishes from you, setting them on the table.

"don't worry about what?" he murmurs, reaching up to tip your chin up. forcing you to meet his gaze.

it doesn't take much else to make you crumble.

you whimper as your eyes burn, blinking furiously to fight the way his face blurs in your vision. he keeps you there and it's torture—fighting the wave that won't stop coming when no one has taught you how to swim. full of fear that it might be the thing that washes away everything.

"baby—" eijiro gets to his feet, startled at your outburst.

"sit down, red," katsuki mutters, holding a hand to the side to stop him. it's absentminded at best yet still effective—and the only thing you can notice is the unspoken between them. there is a trust there that existed long before you and has only been strengthened in the months without you. eijiro settles back in his seat. the canyon deepens—you get farther away.

you know that fighting katsuki's grip on you is futile and you try anyway. he lets you get as far as arm's length away before his fingers close around your wrist and drag you back to him. distantly, you can appreciate the metaphor.

the palm that cradles the back of your head and traps you against his chest is a cruel one. heart to heart, something inside yours breaks.

"it hurts," you gasp. god, does it hurt—the wound sears as hands that feel familiar and wrong hold you tighter.

"take a breath,” he says it so gently that you’re not convinced he’s not someone else in this moment, “tell me what’s goin’ on.”

you do as he says—shuddering and staggered, all torn up in his arms. you feel put on display here in front of both of them—an actor who’s been the butt of the joke the whole time, unbeknownst to them until the final act.

"you left and i—" you squeeze your eyes shut, bearing down on the sob that would love nothing more than to punch its way out of you, "y-you had each other and i was alone."

neither one speaks—the silence stretches and waits patiently for you to fill it.

"you left and i was the one to miss you. i—i feel like i missed everything—i don't feel like i have a place in this anymore—"

the grief knocks the wind out of you when you get to the root of it. it was silly of you to believe you could ever have a place in this, really. two heroes at the peak of their careers, and you—a chain around both of their ankles. how could you have ever held on to those that are held just as tightly by a whole nation? would it have ever mattered, with the hold they already have on each other? there could never be enough room.

"do you think we didn't miss you?"

the blatant hurt in eijiro's voice brings you back to the present moment. katsuki moves back just far enough for you to see it etched on to the red head's face in a way you haven't ever. something about it makes you want to step back into katsuki's warmth, as if it could shield you from it. you can't answer him—and the silence is more shameful truth than you're willing to part with.

"baby," eijiro breathes, strained and thick, "i—we—thought about you every single second we were gone. every single second, i thought about how you'd be spending your day, and i was so excited to get to call you to hear about it. at night we would talk about how you were probably burrowed in blankets and our clothes on the couch, and about how badly we wanted to be there with you."

"you are a part of me," he goes on, goring you any way but softly, "you are a part of us. this doesn't work without you. i know you're hurting and i'm so sorry we had to leave—but sweetheart, you are what we come back to."

your knuckles are white as katuski brushes his thumb over them. he brings them to his lips—brushing over each one softly. you shake in his grasp and he doesn't falter.

"i'm tired," you whisper to no one in particular. it's a half truth—the why hangs in the air between you—but the fatigue is bone deep. it hurts.

"alright," katsuki's voice is raw in a way that feels like a knife in your side—stoicism given away to something far too vulnerable for him, "shower first. then we're goin' to bed."

the ritual you had in place before distorts under the weight of the night. the act takes on new meaning as you let him peel the clothes off of you and corral you into the shower. you're only under the spray a short second before he's gathering you in his arms again--warm and damp in the steam as he dips down to press his face into your neck.

"don't you run off on me," katsuki’s lips brush your throat and it only feels melancholic. he whispers his fear against your skin and all at once you realize that it mirrors your own. you feel eijiro's chest at your back, and when he reaches over your head to wrap a palm around the back of katsuki's neck, the pain fizzles out into something like remorse. how blind you'd been to the knowledge that they held the whole time—that you were the thing they'd wrapped themselves around and sworn to protect.

there's nothing left to say, and yet you speak your apology anyway, hoarse over the patter of water against tile. much louder is what you don't say: i love you. i need you and i'm afraid.

katsuki dries you off slowly, like he's trying to commit you to memory, and it makes you ache. you let him preen you in some animal attempt at strengthening the tear in the bond.

but it's only a tear. blood dries and wounds repair themselves just as the connection between you will. when you settle into bed, it gives under the familiar weight of the two halves of your heart. it's almost comical, the way they both wrap themselves around you—nearly swallowing you whole.

it might be to keep you there—but your heart settles under their tangle of limbs and love and for the first time in the months they'd been gone, you sleep through the night.

#bunny this was probably not what you were asking for #and i truly have no explanation for this but uh. i hope you like it heh #like i told you i really wanted to do it justice and i hope i did that. this was an amazing prompt #mha drabble #bnha drabble #bnha hurt comfort #bnha angst #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x bakugou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bea writes ♡#bkg it's the little things #kiri it's the little things

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lets-zofifi-stuff · 1 year

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The Smallest Miracles

Fairy!Sun and Moon & Witch reader short story

Heavily based on Fairy AU by @ayyy-imma-ninja, Fairy Friends AU by @themuse-artcorner and this drawing.

Thank you all!

hurt/comfort, no romance

Trigger Warnings: abuse, animal abuse, implied suffocation, panic attack

Edit: there is an ao3 with (currently) three more chapters.

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It would be fitting to say, it was a dark stormy night, when I sneaked into the poacher's den, but in fact it was a calm chilly evening, in the middle spring. The sun only began to set down, when I found the base of the operation I was tracing down for months.

There were plenty of people in the world willing to pay a hefty price for a magical creature. So obviously, there came assholes who busied themselves with catching and selling them. But they made one serious mistake. They tried to hunt in the witch's domain. Mine, to be precise.

They made their base in a wide sinkhole in the middle of the old forest. About half a dozen goons were camping next to the mouth of a cave, presumably their main storage. They were sitting by the campfire and drinking heavily from glass bottles and ceramic jars, for warming-up.

I was hiding in the bushes, observing. The day was cold. A gentle drizzle, half way between rain and fog, was settling on me as a damp layer. If not for my warm coat and thick gloves, I would be already freezing. I had a hood pulled deep on my face with my pointy hat put on top.

The sinkhole was an excellent place to stay hidden, and to help keep imprisoned beings inside. Far worse to defend yourself against an ambush. I had a few spells prepared.

I made the fog rise from the forest floor and slowly flew down into the hole. They didn't notice anything suspicious about it until they all started to feel dizzy and unsteady on their feet. The airborne spores I added to the cloud were working.

I sat on my trusty broomstick, covered my nose and mouth with a scarf and flew down into the cloud. I landed unnoticed near the mouth of the cave. I nearly tripped over one of drugged bandits. He was wiggling on the ground, mumbling something about the rain, so I assumed he was dreaming about being a worm in the mud. He seemed strangely content with that.

The cloud was only reaching a few feet inside. Further, the air was clean, so I was able to uncover my face.

Creatures in the cages looked at me when I came in. Some got startled by the presence of a human, but some seemed to recognise that I am not one of their captors. Maybe they even knew what my pointy hat meant. A shine of intelligence in some of the eyes, made me feel sick to my stomach. Not like I wasn’t expecting magic folks trapped together with magical animals, but it was always a shock. Sleeping spore was far too good for those bastards.

I could see only about eight cages with residents inside. Either the poachers were bad at their job, or they managed to transport and sell most of their catches before I could stop them. I didn't have much hope of rescuing the poor guys after they were given away into the hands of some rich collectors or power-hungry mages.

I waved my hand at the creatures. “I am a friend. I want to help, I promise. Let me do that, please.” None has answered me, but that was okay. Many beings able to speak like to fall silent at the moment the human shows up. I was not here to make friends anyway. I began to walk from cage to cage, speaking to them soothingly and checking up their condition.

All the creatures seemed to be in relatively good health. They had to get captured recently. I could risk simply letting them go as they were. They were able to find their way out and take care of themselves, just like they were doing before humans took them.

Meanwhile the sleep cloud outside started to dissipate.

I quickly opened the cages and urged the creatures to move fast, before the bandits could wake up. I didn't need to tell them that twice. All ran out and didn't look behind once. If some of them were about to trample their former captors in their sleep, I couldn't blame them.

I could give myself a pat on the shoulder for a good job, and fly home. Or should I try to place some curses on the bandits, while they were still unconscious? I couldn’t exactly arrest them, I was just one person, and what they were doing was hardly even illegal in this part of the world. But a good curse or two would make their life miserable for a good while, and force them to seek some very expensive help with their removal.

I was just about to start when something brought my attention. Deep inside the cave, there were rows of shelves, and boxes, likely with gear and supplies, for the long hunting trips.

I spotted a big glass jar, lying overturned on the ground. From afar I thought it was just an emptied container for alcohol. The fading daylight was not enough to let me see clearly, but I felt there was some object inside. I wordlessly ordered the crystal at the end of the broom to lit up with starlight stored inside. The gentle glow revealed a tiny figure curled up inside the jar.

I crouched down to have a better look and gasped. It was a fairy. A real fairy like in the old children tales. It had to be.

The figure was yellow, with something like orange flower petals growing out of the tiny head. They were dressed in fabulously colorful clothes. On their back… there was a set of butterfly-shaped translucent wings. The wings were sparkling in the light, and flowed like silk, but they had to be able to spread and fly once.

Could I be mistaken? Fairies were extremely rare, and nearly impossible to spot. They were supposed to live deep in the woods and never ever show up to adults. They were supposed to only be seen by nice kids who’d listen to their parents, respected nature and did their chores in time. Naturally, many people doubted their existence after getting older.

My mentor told me about them too, when I was still very young. She said they are beings of great magic. They were supposed to be invisible to most, and have a natural bond to all living things, and energies of the universe were flowing through them freely.

“Nature's tiniest miracles“ she said with her eyes so dreamy. It was so unlike her to act this sentimental, that the memory remained clear. She had traveled everywhere, saw everything and had a very cynical view of the world. She also swore she saw a fairy once in the distance as a girl, and tried to find it ever since. But apparently they were once in a lifetime sightings.

Now one was right before me, closed in a jar. A jar that likely was once used for storing cheap booze. Somebody made an effort to jab carelessly a few times at a metal cab, to create holes for air. Did the bandits even know what they had trapped?? Could somebody really be this stupid?!

Even though I never saw a fairy, I could say this one didn’t look healthy. Their petals were withered, their skin sickly pale, and they were sitting curled up with their face hidden in their knees.

I put my hand on the glass. When I did that, the fairy finally looked up. Their face was round like a child's, sunny yellow with a bouquet of freckles. Their big round eyes went wide with fear, one sky blue, one gold like a sunset. They also started to shiver.

“Don’t worry,” I said, taking away my hand, and putting a reassuring smile, a little forced but still genuine. “I’m here to help.”

They opened their mouth and said something. Their lips were moving but very little sound was getting through the glass. I pointed at my ears and then at the jar cab.

“I can't hear you. I will open this now. Don’t panic, alright?”

Once I took off the top, the yellow fairy crawled out. They laid down on the ground, panting erratically and shaking. That scared me. Were the holes in the cab not giving them enough air? Or was it the reaction to shock? Fairies were always described as fragile and sensitive creatures. I swallowed hard.

“I am not going to hurt you, I promise.” I said in a soft voice. “I’m a friend.”

The creature peaked at me.

“I know you are scared but would you let me-?”

“Moon,” they said. I blinked in surprise.

“What about it?” The fairy shook their head and pointed.

“Moon,” they repeated urgently.

I moved my light up and realized the wall behind the shelves was not a cave’s wall but a gray curtain. The fairy was pointing at it.

“Alright. I will look there. Please, try to take deep breaths.”

The cavern went further than I realized. Behind the curtain was another part of storage I would otherwise miss. More supplies, barrows, boxes, some very small cages, like for birds and rodents.

“What am I looking f-?” I began to ask and stopped myself because I saw. On the higher shelf standing another jar. It looked empty from down there, but I sat on my broom and levitated myself up. I picked it off carefully and held it in both hands. Inside-

I was wiser than to falter and fall off the broom but only barely. Another fairy??

This one was blue, with clothes in a star pattern. They didn’t have petals, but there was a hat on their head. A soft-looking nightcap, trimmed with white down. Half of their face was light, almost white part in the shape of the crescent, the rest was deep blue. The constellation of freckles sprinkled across their nose and cheeks correspond to those on the yellow fairy’s face. The fairy had deep dark circles around their eyes. That had to be “Moon”.

But something was wrong. The little figure was lying on the bottom of the jar, and didn't react when I moved their jar. I felt the cold panic rising. I lowered to the ground, and hurried out. The yellow fairy was waiting where I left them. They brightened, like a sunrise when I stormed back out.

“Brother?” they asked, looking at the jar. When I came closer the relief on their face fastly shifted into horror.

I put the jar gently on the ground. Did those fuckers forgot to make holes in this one entirely?!

No, the holes were there although less of them. I opened it with shaky hands, reached in and carefully pulled the fairy out. He was just the size to fit on my opened palm.

I turned him to his back and lowered him so the yellow fairy could have access as well. They immediately crawled on my palm, forgetting about their fear of me, and kneeled by their brother’s side.

I craned down and held my breath. Was I too late? Please, spirits, don’t let me be late.

I wasn’t.

We could both see movements of the tiny chest. Slow, shallow breaths.

“He is alive!” cried the yellow fairy. I let out a sigh. Thank you spirits!

The fairy took their brother in their arms and hugged him.

“But he is so weak!” They weren't wrong. It could be just fear that I felt, but the blue fairy looked like he was about to die at any moment.

“How long has he been unconscious?” I asked.

“He was still awake when I saw him last time. The jar fell off the shelf, I rolled off, and lost sight of him. The floor was uneven, it got stuck on something and I couldn’t… couldn't…” they looked like they were about to cry.

“When was it?”

“Yesterday… morning?”

“I will use some healing magic on him. It should help some, regardless of what is wrong.”

“Magic?” They looked at me in fear. “Are you a mage?”

“No. I am not.” I rubbed my fingers together, mentally preparing for the task.

“Let me access him, allright? And be still for a moment. This requires concentration and balance.”

I put two on the blue faerie’s chest. His sibling didn’t try to stop me. I breathed deeply and focused on the life energy inside me. I told it to flow down my arm through my fingers, and connect to the magic of the blue fairy. My fingertips started to glow. Moon tensed under my touch.

“What’s happening?” gasped the yellow fairy.

“He fights me,” I said. “Even though he is unconscious.”

He was no doubt a creature born to magic, as he was able to sense my intervention and tried to push me away. I bit my lip trying to stay calm. I didn’t want to force my way through the fairy's natural defenses. It would cause him distress and exhaust him further but I was starting to feel tired myself.

“Please, don’t fight me, please, don’t fight me,” I mumbled, pressing my energy gently against his. For a moment I thought it would be all for nothing. But then a small yellow hand lay down on mine. It felt good.

Maybe it was his sibling's familiar aura that made Moon lower his guard, or maybe it was me regaining some sort of peace for a moment, but I could feel the resistance fading and my magic was able to flow. The fairy relaxed under my touch.

When I finished, Moon was breathing easier. His face gained some more color, and dark circles around his eyes faded slightly.

The yellow fairy hugged their brother tighter.

“Th- thank you. But… Are you really not a mage? I thought they are the only humans that can use magic?”

“I’m a witch. Do you see a hat?” I pointed at my head. “Haven't you ever heard about us?”

They shook their head.

“Well, I guess there are not too many witches around really.” I signed.

“I’m… My name is Sun.”

“And he is Moon?”

“Yes. We are twin brothers.”

“Nice to meet you Sun, I’m-” I turned my head as I heard some groaning outside. The bandits were waking up. I couldn’t exactly fight all six of them.

“... going to introduce myself later. We need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to take you out of here, quick.” I began to empty one of my bigger pockets. Witch’s clothes have many of them as a principle.

“We will go to my hutt. It’s a safe place. You two will be able to rest and recover.”

“I don’t know. I think Moon would-”

“Okay, done. You should both be able to fit in here.” I carefully picked Sun and plucked him into the pocket. Then I passed him the blue fairy. “Here. Hold him, when we’ll fly, watch if he lays in a good position.”

“A-alright.” Only Sun’s head was poking out of the pocket. Moon layed secured in his arms. “Wait, fly? You can fly too?!”

I sat on my broomstick. The celestial magic from the crystal flew through the wood. My clothes fluttered in the nonexistent wind, as we raised into the air. Sun gasped loudly and I couldn’t help but smile. Who does not like to show off sometimes?

I squeezed the stick tighter and we leaped forward. “Wooaaahh!” shouted Sun.

We flew out just in time to see the poachers that were waking up and scrambling on their feet. The broom flinched and wobbled as I was trying not to crash with them.

I grit my teeth and jerked the end of the broom upward, pointing it at the sky, accelerating. Some of the more awakened bandits started to shout at us and look around for their crossbows. But before they could begin to shoot, and we flew out of the sinkhole.

We weren’t ascending fast enough and pierced into the tree line. Now both me and Sun were screaming.

Somehow I avoided hitting any bigger branches. We soon bursted out above the treetops, like a fish jumping above the green waters.

I was finally able to flatten out and calm down.

The wind was hitting my face. The last shines of sunset dyed the clouds in pinks and oranges.

“You alright down there?” I asked, looking down.

“Yes, yes. We are okay.” breathed Sun. “That was so fast!” Fortunately he seemed more excited than scared.

“You guys don’t usually fly this fast, huh?” I grinned.

“No. Usually not,” he gave me a warm smile in return. He was still looking tired and sick, but maybe soon I would be able to fix that. I set a course for home.

#fanf sun #fnaf moon #sun and moon x reader #fairy friends au #fairy!Sun #fairy!Moon #witch!reader #short story #zofifi's post #zofifi's writing #long post

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frikatilhi · 5 months

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Jere keeps asking/informing Bojan about his OF ideas, sending different pictures and videos to get opinion if this is still fine or already too much. Meanwhile Bojan is sweating, jumping at every message ping and checking them while hidden in a corner, to the point that it pisses off everyone else in the studio. He can't say not to send them to Jere but can't ignore them either because the phone is burning a hole in his pocket.

Anon, I think you just wrote your own fic, this is perfect.

I got several prompts about Bojan's reaction to the OF, so here's a little something about that.

Bojan can’t believe it has come to this.

It used to be that musicians would make a living selling records and performing live. Nowadays you need to sell tons of merch to even break even, have an online presence and be accessible to your fans and be relatable and funny and flirt with your bandmates to keep them guessing and keep generating fucking content, all the time.

But he wasn’t aware that the hustle included Onlyfans now too, apparently.

Bojan can appreciate Jere trying to make the most of his success and fame. He has clearly done some Scarlett O’Hara type “I shall never go hungry again!” pact with himself, determined to strike while the iron is hot, and make up for his meager earnings by any means possible.

It is none of his business how Jere chooses to make his money. If posting cheeky little skits with Häärijä is going to make people throw their money at him, who is he to judge.

So there really is no problem for Bojan.

The only problem is that he is lying awake, 1 am Slovenian time on December 1st, knowing full well that the first post of the calendar has been live for two hours.

It’s probably nothing too risque, anyway, he reasons. He has watched those two idiots film their stupid skits enough times to know that they like to joke around, shitposting their way through life. It’s probably just them in santa hats doing… the stuff they always do. Maybe a little suggestive, but nothing actually pornographic.

But also, knowing those two, knowing what they truly are capable of, he wouldn’t put anything past them.

So of course he is curious. Who wouldn’t be?

He can’t just ask Jere. He just can’t. He’s been trying for days to craft a message that would convey the exact joking, teasing nonchalance that would make Jere share the stuff with him without him asking directly. But everything he comes up with is too transparent. Asking Jere would mean admitting that he wants to know. And Jere can’t know how much he wants to know.

He also can’t join Onlyfans. He just can’t. Because that would mean… Too many things. Things Bojan is really not ready to prod or poke at.

It would also be totally icky. Watching Jere in… situations without him knowing that Bojan is watching, even though he is clearly okay with anyone and everyone seeing it, feels somehow wrong. If he can’t man up and talk to Jere and tell him how much he wants to see him naked, what right does he have to sneak around and pay money for it?

But also, he really, really wants to see what’s there.

So you can see his dilemma.

He holds off for two days. But then the online reaction to the newest one reaches him, and he sees a mention of the socks. It is the opening he needs. He taps a text.

me Watafak is this I hear about Joker Out socks making an appearance on OF???

Jere Did you like it?

me I haven’t seen it jesus christ

Jere No just us, Käärijä and Häärijä 😝

Jere You not subscribe? 😥

me Wtf you mean, of course not ☠️

Jere Bojan poor 🙁 🙁

Jere Wait

In a minute, Bojan’s phone dings as a sign of a new email. The pop-up notification shows the beginning of the subject line:. You have been gifted a subscription to–

me You didn’t.

Jere This one on me! 😊

Jere And Boju…

Jere Tell me what you think after you watch 🤭😘😉

(okay sorry for ending it there, I know you wanted his reaction to the actual videos, but I don’t think I have it in me to write about him looking at those apron strings hanging between his buttocks and him imagining picking them up with his teeth, I am already hanging by a thread here)

#prompt fill #bojere #käärijan #fanfic #not!fic

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silkydew · 2 years

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Doe really really loved you.

John doe x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of stabbing, blood, mild sexual content, making out

From what felt like an eternity, you had just finally clocked out of work. Sure working at the gas station out of all the other options seems lame and all, but it pays enough for your small apartment.

Swiping your phone out of your pocket to check the time, you examined the time for a hot few seconds, 7:10 pm. The bus should arrive soon.

Just as you started relaxing your shoulders, you felt a sharp gaze behind your back, goosebumps starting to form on the back of your neck spreading to the rest of your body all while your hairs were rising.

"Hi."

Jumped to the sudden greeting, you twisted your back quickly to see that same forsaken face, that exact same forsaken face.

"Ah- ! Geez you scared me!" Replying with a hint of annoyance plastered on your tired expression.

"..do you like being scared?" John doe tilted his head in seemingly innocent curiosity.

What?

"Um.. kinda, it just entirely depends, but you certainly shouldn't be jumping out on people like that!" You scoffed.

"You're cute when you're scared" He said plainly while staring at you with unblinking yellowish hued eyes.

...

Silence creeped through the air, until doe finally spoke up.

"Can I come home with you?"

Stuttering, you slowly but unsurely you agreed.

"I.. I guess?.."

"You shouldn't invite strangers home." He slyly remarked.

"..oh-"

"But don't worry! I'm not a stranger anymore! you know me now!" He chirped while clasping his hands together to his chest.

Uh, okay.

Hearing the bus screech into it's signature spot, you quickly walked inside, and sat on a seat, along with john doe standing in the opposite direction of you.

Tapping your foot nervously while looking at the bus window, you could see a glimpse in the reflection of his gaze eyeing right on your figure. Why did I ever agree to this? You silently ranted in your head as you reached your destination.

Stepping off the bus, you trailed off to your apartment, and then the moment of realization hit you, He's not here.

Maybe he forgot to get off the bus? That should be a good thing.

Fumbling around your bag for keys, your hand finally hit the cold metal, and dragged it into the keyhole. Click, the door is open.

Walking in, you kicked your shoes off and face planted onto the couch sighing with satisfied relief. You then paused for a moment, should I get something to eat?

I say I deserve a little treat, after all I am a little hungry. Standing up, you walked over to the kitchen, and started examining the fridge.

"I wonder what we have her-"

Squash, you stepped on something.

"Jesus, what did I step on?" You then looked down, which is something you regret doing, horror struck upon your face.

What the fuck is that? You lifted your foot up from what seems to be a.. blob of an unknown substance of flesh? Great, I'm gonna be sick.

You immediately grabbed a plastic piece of bag, and scooped it up dunking it into the garbage.

I think I lost my appetite.

Sighing, you decided you were just gonna relax and watch tv for the night.

Plopping yourself against the couch, your eyes mindlessly looked at the moving motion of pixels, eyes drooping, you slowly drifted away, away into slee.."

"What are you watching?"

Your face immediately contorted into horror, absolute horror. Slowly twisting your head around, you saw him, it was John doe.

"How did you get into my house?!" You shrieked in panic.

"You let me in silly! You're so forgetful you know that?" John doe giggled.

"What the fuck are you talking about??" You spat while staring at him in utter disbelief.

He smiled even wider, "y ou ca n f eel it do n't you?"

Something was not right. the air feels glitchy and crackly.

"Th ere's so mething bet ween us.. oh I j ust lo ve l ove lov e yo u!~" he gushed as he pulled a knife out.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

You felt frozen, you wanted to run, but you couldn't. The only thing you could do was, watch.

suddenly, you were pinned onto the ground, with John do sitting on your waist.

DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME?

Then something slipped out of your mouth.

YES.

With full force, the knife penetrated you. It felt like thousands of needles being pushed into you, but excruciating. You tried to scream, but nothing came out, you were in shock.

Blood pooled onto you as you tried lifting your arm to cover the wounds, but for every movement, it felt like your limbs were being torn apart.

Doe looked at you with absolute love sickness.

"Oh love, you're so so so beautiful!" He praised you as he rubbed your sides while leaning down to kiss your bleeding wounds.

It shouldn't feel so good, yet you were dying for more. Doe then lifted his head towards yours, and let his lips crash into yours. Biting your lip, you let out a pained but a desperate moan, allowing him to slip his tongue into your luscious mouth. He wrapped his tongue around yours, then proceeded to move his tongue around along with yours. He then pulled away with a string of saliva connected from your lips to his. He let out a sick wide smile and looked down at your dying form, with love in his eyes.

Doe really really loved you.

#john doe #x reader #reader insert #john doe x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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Never me (Caroline Forbes x gn!reader)

first caroline fic !! i love her sm S1 ERA

a/n: it’s been awhileeeee. been planning this fic for months and just a lil something while i work on other ideas!

word count: 1.4K

content: lil angst?

summary: poor caroline feels like shes always the other woman

You picked up your buzzing phone and answered with, “Hello?”

“Are you busy? I need a comfort buddy.” Caroline simply stated.

“Well, I got a shift at the grill in like 30 minutes…call Bonnie maybe?”

“She’s at her grandma’s and this is urgent! I need a friend with me.”

“I can’t let my boss down again; two people quit this month.”

“The grill can survive one night without you! Plus, you work like all the time.” she tried to reason.

“I don’t know, Caroline.” you said, unsure. It’s not like you ever missed work before. Maybe one slip up wouldn’t hurt? It’s the mystic grill for Pete’s sake.

“Could you just come over please?!” She pleaded desperately.

You sighed and hesitated before rolling your eyes and saying, “I’ll be over in 10.”

“Thank you.” she said, relieved and hung up after.

You put on your boots, grabbed your bag, and packed an extra shirt, knowing you’d probably be staying the night.

Caroline could be a bit dramatic at times, but you wonder what could have happened this time. She has been a bit off lately, but always managed to pick herself back up. You guess a physical presence is all she needs right now.

You show up at her door and knock a few times before it’s opened by her. She gives you that sad smile you hate to see and hugs you right then and there. You embrace her back and give her gentle pats while swinging back and forth.

After a few seconds, she lets go and allows you to come in; like always.

As you took a step in, the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods hit your nose. “Cookies?” you asked, a little hungry.

“Yeah, I was making a batch before you arrived.” she replied, quietly.

She shut the door and you took your shoes off by the coat hanger.

“Do you want some actually?” she pointed to the kitchen.

“Yes, please I’m STARVED.” you exaggerated.

She slightly smiled before turning for the kitchen. You followed right after.

“Is it okay if we eat in your room?” you asked as you grabbed one of the chocolate chip.

“Of course.” she shook her head yes.

With that, you two went up the stairs and took a right to her bedroom. It was as same as always and you fell right back onto her bed.

She plopped down next to you before she began.

“It’s just never me, you know? I feel like everyone else…every other girl gets noticed.” Caroline crosses her arms.

You turn towards her and look directly at her; giving her all your attention.

“Like, a few weeks ago with Stefan! I tried to talk with him, but without even taking a second look at me, he I’m completely disregarded and he goes right up to Elena!” she complains, exasperated.

She then lies down next to you and continues.

“I love her, but she gets like every guy. I swear.” She sighed.

You nodded your head as she went on and on, then reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. You caressed it with your thumb.

“And it just sucks because everyone keeps trying to tell me that the right one is gonna show up someday, but I’ve been patient! I have waited!” she began to tear up.

“What is it that I’m doing wrong? Am I not pretty enough to be noticed? I help out! I’m basically in charge of all the committees and I’m from one of the founding families; what’s not to like?” she choked up.

You frowned at her words. Oh, she has no idea, you thought.

“All I want is to be loved. To be yearned over, you know? No guys ever go for me! It’s not fair!” she burst into tears and you pulled her into your arms.

You squeezed her in your warm embrace and consoled her. You had no idea she really felt this way.

She would say things under her breath or make small comments about stefan or any guy for that matter, not paying attention to her. You didn’t think that it had affected her this much.

You kept on rubbing her back as she sobbed into your chest. You felt a bit of warmth on your face and slight goosebumps. You got a little nervous being this close to her; it gave you butterflies.

The crying was no where near over and went on for a good 30 minutes.

“Just let it out. Let it all out, love.” you reassured.

The sobbing slowed down, but her sniffles could still be heard.

“Thank you for being here. Means a lot.” she mumbled into your chest.

“Hey, I’m always here for you. Sacrificing my job at the grill is worth any moment with you.” you confessed without thinking. You didn’t realize how weird that might have sounded until after you said it.

Caroline’s head poked out, “I know it is.” she giggled, sounding all congested.

You chuckled and relaxed again. Okay, it wasn’t weird, you thought.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she sighed as she looked right up at you.

“That’s what best friends are for! Missing work to hug and listen to you vent for awhile.” you smiled.

“To be honest, I don’t think I could ever cry to Bonnie or Elena about this.” she sat up as she began again.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m too much around them. I don’t think they would judge, but for some reason I can’t let this wall down.” she confessed.

“Well, we’ve all known each other since pre-school, I’m sure they wouldn’t have a problem listening to you go on about your troubles.” you reassured again.

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. You’re different.”

“How so?” your brows furrowed.

“Well, I just feel more comfortable telling you things!”

You smiled, now intrigued.

“This is surprising. Tell me more.” you just said.

“I don’t what it is but for some odd reason, I feel no judgement from you whatsoever. I feel so free and like I can be my exact self without worrying about being too annoying.”

You sat up and scooted closer over to her.

“I feel that way too, you know. It’s refreshing, honestly.”

You two looked at each other for a few seconds. There was silence, but it wasn’t entirely awkward. Both of you were trying to figure out if the other felt as deeply.

You took a breathe before deciding to make a bold move.

“I think I love you, Caroline. No, I don’t think; I know.” you suddenly spoke.

“Are you serious?” she asked in partial disbelief, for obvious reasons.

“I’m the most serious I’ve ever been. I love you and your company so much.” you confessed again.

Her eyes scanned your entire face, she was making sure before she was going to pour her heart out.

She inched forward and met eyes with you once more before leaning in and pressing her soft lips against yours.

This feeling, matched no sense of joy you ever felt in your life. Nothing could top this moment. It felt like time had just stopped for the two of you.

Her hand grasped onto your shoulder and she deepened the kiss.

You cupped her right cheek and pulled her closer, wanting to leave no space in between. You savored the cherry chapstick flavor.

Her fingers began to wander towards the hem of your white tee. Your mind started to slip as you let her hands move up and down underneath your shirt. Her touch was also soft and gentle.

She brought her fingers back out to try to pull your shirt over, but your senses were brought back.

“Not yet.” you breathed out.

“Right, sorry I got carried away!” she immediately apologized.

“No, no, it’s fine! You were excited that’s all. The kiss was great.” you laughed as you reassured.

“When you put it like that it sounds kind of funny.” she let out a chuckle.

“Then how was the love confession?” you asked.

“Hmm, the ‘I don’t think, I know’ part was a little corny too.” she snorted.

You yelled jokingly and defended yourself, “hey! I was just saying whatever came to mind.”

“Well, it made me happy either way.” she said with a small grin.

“It took everything within me not to say anything before. I was thinking to myself… ‘to hell with those guys who don’t see you! I’m right here and I’m a free agent!” you joked.

She bursted out laughing and playfully hit your shoulder.

“I may have seemed real angry about Stefan not looking twice my way, but I was really just upset I couldn’t get the kind of attention I wanted from you.”

“Well, here I am.” you said as you took her hand and held it in yours.

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Take Care of You (Tech x Plus Size Fem Reader)

I don’t normally title these, but for some reason decided to on this one. Also, it got a tad long, so

Word Count: 752

CW: discussion of eating disorder / disordered eating and recovery

I got a request for Tech with a reader who has a history of disordered eating (I’m not going to get into the specific definitions of that versus diagnosable eating disorders). This could be read with the relationship being romantic or not. I am not including the long ask from anon because I wanted to include a content warning first. The reader is also plus size (although I use the term ‘fat’ in a descriptive, non-derogatory way) and there is some discussion about how that changes how people approach this topic versus if it were for a thin person. Reader uses self-depricating humor at one point.

Tech knew something was not quite right, although it took time for a pattern to emerge and for him to do some research to solidify his worries. You seemed to eat relatively little when you were with the group, but you were still eating. There was plenty of food, but you wouldn't get up to get something in the middle of the day when your stomach growled.

"It's okay," you would try to joke when anyone brought it up, touching your belly rolls, "I have plenty in reserve."

The boys always sent you a look, but didn't want to try to force anything on you. Until, that is, Tech started to notice how you were losing focus and other things seemed to be harder for you. He approached you carefully, taking your hands and telling you he had something important to talk to you about. You were about to make a joke. He could tell, and his mouth twitched in worry as you both sat down.

He took a breath and said, "Please know that I am saying this because I care and so does everyone on this squad. I have spoken to them and we are all concerned, but do not want you to feel ganged up on, so to speak."

You looked at him, clearly uncomfortable and pretty sure you knew where this was going.

He continued, "You joke about issues around food and eating, but cyare, we are concerned that you are not eating enough. I know you say you are a picky eater, but it is not that, is it?"

You looked down at your hands still in his and shook your head.

"It's just that I don't feel I've earned it," you quietly replied.

"You do not feel you have earned food?!"

You nodded. Tech let out a huge sigh and rubbed his thumb across your hand.

"You do not have to earn food. You must eat when and how much your body needs. Can you tell me why you feel this way?"

You started to let your secrets out slowly, but then once you got going, you let it all out. How you were always told your species should look a certain way or be labeled gluttonous, slow, and lazy, regardless of their true abilities and characteristics. How, if you were thin you would be diagnosed with an eating disorder, but since you were fat everyone always asked how your diet was going and you’d just accepted you needed to diet all the time, regardless of how hungry you got. You’d learned to ignore your body’s signals. You told him how that only added to how low you felt. And how you didn't want to let anyone down by being the size you were. How you were sometimes even shy about things like being touched because you felt so untouchable, so unlovable for being in the body you were in.

Tech shook his head and responded, "I am holding your hands right now and I promise there is nothing unlovable or untouchable about you. In fact, I want to give you a hug."

You started crying and reached for him. He held you and gave you an extra squeeze. He gently described the experience of hugging you while giving you all the time you needed.

"You feel soft and strong and wonderful and beautiful. You are someone I care about deeply and I am sorry others have not bothered to notice."

You pulled away and looked at him with the first real smile you'd had in ages. It was tentative and small, but there.

Tech took a breath and added, "You know what you are describing is disordered eating? You are hurting yourself, cyare."

You looked down again and nodded. You knew you were hurting yourself, but it had become a way of life at this point.

"I know it takes time to form new habits,” he said, “but we are here for you. You are worthy simply because you are a living being, and you deserve to eat what you need and want. You do not have to be some vision of whatever others want. Please do not be cruel to yourself."

You nodded.

"The things you tell yourself, if you would not say it to me or my siblings, then you should not say it to yourself."

He held your hands again and looked at you, making sure you were really absorbing his message. Change took time, but you would get there and Tech would be with you the whole way.

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years

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Savage Sunset Chapter 11S

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Let's see how everyone is doing after a very stressful chapter 10, shall we?

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, aftermath of torture, starvation, heavy emotional distress, mentions of off-screen non-con/rape, cuts/broken glass, burns

Lex felt so very cold, but she was getting warmer. She reached out and grabbed blindly at the warmth surrounding her. “Ari?”

“There she is,” said Ari’s voice, and as her vision resolved, Lex saw the woman herself, kneeling with Lex in her arms, her face breaking in relief. Nick was also leaning over her.

Lex flailed a bit, and Ari soothed her like a started horse. “Woah, girl.”

“Where–what–” She stopped as she felt something on her lips. A straw. Ari was holding a juice box to her mouth. “Ehuhuhm?”

“You lost a lot of blood.”

Lex’s eyes slid half closed and she let herself be fed juice. But then she suddenly sat bolt upright again. “Wh–wait, where is, where is Vam–Valpire?”

“Hm?” said Ari. “Don’t worry about him. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“Did you–did you kill him?”

“No,” said Nick, while Ari simultaneously answered, “Not yet.”

“Don’t kill him,” Lex cried.

“You shouldn’t get all worked up,” said Nick, leaning down and reaching a hand out.

“Don’t touch her,” Ari snapped.

“Geez, I’m just trying to help.”

“I think you’ve helped enough.”

Nick frowned and walked off. Grumbling, Ari turned back to the woman lying in her lap. “This guy…Are you feeling okay?”

“Can you–wait, please,” Lex cried, muddled brain scrambling to make her thoughts from before she’d passed out known. “Don’t–Don’t kill him, don’t hurt him!”

“Don’t worry about him.”

“No,” Lex cried. “Just–just don’t–”

“All right,” said Ari. “I won’t hurt him. Just calm down.”

Lex relaxed, sipping her juice.

“Here,” said Ari, handing her Nick’s snacks, which she’d taken off of him without asking or saying thank you.

“Cheense cwacker,” said Lex. “Mmm.”

“Yeah…I think we need to get you to the hospital ASAP. It looks like you’ll need stitches. I managed to stanch the bleeding, and I think you’ll be OK if we can get fluids in you, but you definitely need to see a doctor.”

“Right.” She munched on a cracker. “Thank you. Hey…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you single? You’re really hot.”

Ari smiled. “You dork.” Her smile faded. “Why was that the first thing you said when you woke up? Why aren’t you scared of him?”

“I… I am scared of him. But I–I think–I think he was just scared too, and hungry. I think if–I think he never actually wanted to hurt anyone.”

“Well, he did.”

“I think we were wrong, Ari. I don’t think he was here to kidnap people. I think he only got violent because he was desperate.”

“That doesn’t make any of this okay!”

“Well, no, it doesn’t make it okay that he did this, but…it kind of shows his real character, right? When he’s not put in dire circumstances?”

Ari tiredly looked over the ocean of blood on the floor. “Okay…Well, whatever.”

“I mean–I mean it. Hey, is he okay?”

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah.”

Ari stared at Lex. Then: “No, not really.”

Tears pooled in Lex’s eye. “Ari…Please don’t hurt him.”

Ari moaned. “Fine! Okay, fine. Jesus. Only for you.”

She took Lex and set her at the table, putting a bottle of water, more juice, another bottle of water, and several more snacks in a pile and shoving them towards her. “I’ll take care of him. You sit here and start replacing all that blood you lost.”

“Okay. Wait!”

Ari had tried to turn away. “What?”

Lex gave a loopy smile. “I love you.”

Ari grumbled, rubbing the back of her head and walking away.

She went back out to the van and got the first aid supplies therein, then rifled around through the house for anything that might be useful. She carried them in a pile in her arms towards the basement.

Nick’s voice could be heard in a sinister whisper as she got closer. As she pushed the door open, she saw him kneeling next to Valen, the vampire’s immobilized neck in one hand, craning him so he could whisper in his ear.

She caught the tail end: “...so I can see you writhe in agony when I sew you back up. And after that–”

Ari stepped purposefully loudly on the top step, letting the wood squeak. Nick dropped the vampire immediately and backed away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” said Ari, tossing her supplies to the ground.

“Ari,” said Nick. “I was just–I was just, I was making sure he was secure–”

“Come up here.”

Nick glared at the vampire before coming up. Ari shooed him through the doorway and then closed it. She pushed him into the dining room, away from the basement.

“You have five minutes to get your shit and get out,” said Ari.

Nick nearly choked. “I helped you save Alexis!”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re getting five minutes instead of zero minutes.”

Nick flared his nostrils. “Fine, then. Just help me get that creature into the coffin, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Ari extended an arm to block him as he tried to walk back towards the basement. “Leave him here.”

“What! What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to kill him, like I said. You said you’d need a new one soon anyway, since this one isn’t working for you anymore, so there’s no reason you need it back.”

Nick’s lip twitched. “The director would want me to take him back.”

“Well, the director ain’t here.”

Nick huffed, walking over to the phone on the wall. It was still off the cradle. He picked the handheld unit up, starting to peck at the numbers. “Well, I can call him and see what he has to say about this.”

Ari came over and snapped the cradle of the unit off the wall, pulling the phone line out and throwing it to the ground. They locked eyes for a brief moment.

“He. Ain’t. Here.”

If looks could set people on fire, Ari would be in flames. Nick's face was twisted in hatred. "Fine."

The two women watched him walk off, slamming the front door, getting into his car and driving away.

"Oh," said Lex, looking at the broken phone. "That reminds me, I think I heard him talking on the phone, asking someone to come pick him up."

"His vampire buddies I'd expect." Ari sniffed. "We should get out of here ASAP, then. Definitely before nightfall, but probably before that."

Lex thought briefly that…maybe they should just let him go, if someone was going to come rescue him. But no, her realizations had been too tentative, not enough to know for sure he wouldn't hurt anyone else if they let him go.

And she…was selfish. She wanted to keep him.

Ari sniffed. “Well, why don’t you sit there and make a list of everything we need to do before we leave, and I’ll go, uh… I’ll go check on him.”

“Okay,” said Lex. “Please don’t hurt him, okay?”

“I said I wouldn’t, you big whiner.”

Lex watched Ari walk off. She kicked her feet idly and sipped juice, thinking about the possibility of a blood juicebox. Oh, right, Ari wanted me to…

Well, they were going to leave…And Lex had to go to the hospital…

They certainly couldn’t leave Valen here, or take him back to the hunter’s compound. I guess the only thing really left to do is take him to our house…

It would be easy enough to convince Nick and the others that they had killed him–Ari had said she was going to do as much. A few of the other hunters knew where they lived, but they knew better than to tell Nick their address.

And they would do…what with him there? Well…They would have enough time with him to hopefully finally figure out an actual way to safely talk with him, that didn’t involve writing…maybe they’d jumped the gun a little bit on trying that out.

We’ll help you, Valen, we’ll be gentle with you. Just be patient a little longer.

It hit her that this meant he would be what, living at their house for a while? He would be their…guest? Should they take some of his things with them, to make him more comfortable? They should grab his clothes and toiletries at a very minimum. She was sure that even something as simple as being able to change clothes everyday and brush his teeth would make a huge difference in how safe he felt.

Her head started to spin. We’re really going to do this. We’re going to just take him home like he’s a lost puppy. She would have to convince Ari, and Ari probably wouldn’t be happy about it, but they’d already run through all their options earlier, and the one they’d settled on had ended in disaster…clearly they had to try something different.

Ari came back into the room, holding a bare metal muzzle, which had burnt skin and flecks of blood on it. “All right, what–”

“You didn’t put that on him, did you?” said Lex, dismayed.

“I already took it off! You don’t have to yell at me!”

Lex wanted to cry. If her guesses about him had been correct, he didn’t deserve any of this at all, and it just kept getting worse for him. He must be absolutely terrified at the prospect of what was going to happen to him now that he’d attacked Lex. He probably wouldn’t expect Lex, of all people, to advocate for him after what he’d done.

But it wasn’t like humans couldn’t be driven to do monstrous things when they were scared and hungry and in pain. It was so, so unfair that when they saw what he did to Lex, everyone would judge him based on the things he’d done at his absolute most desperate, driven there by their monstrous treatment of him, as though that was fundamental to his character. It must be stressful to know everyone else was watching you like a hawk for evidence that you should be denied your basic human rights–well, vampire rights. She tried to imagine herself put in a scenario where people hated her and were physically violent towards her, but if she did the same to them, it was taken as evidence that she deserved it, and therefore doesn’t deserve food or water or to be free from pain or to just be able to talk and move. She felt an odd need to shield him from that now.

“Listen, Ari,” said Lex. “I think–I can’t really think of anything else to do right now other than just take him back to our house. Maybe we can figure something out later, but we’ve gotta go, right?”

Ari huffed. “Yeah, I was just thinking that. I’m not too happy about the idea of having a vampire in the house, but I’m certainly not letting Nick get at him.”

Lex twirled her hair. “So, handsome…Do you think you could put those muscles of yours to good use?”

A few minutes later, Ari was insistently snapping at Lex not to help her move things.

“You’re way too injured to be moving that,” Ari growled, blocking Lex from helping her move the dresser into the cargo van.

“I can just get the corner.”

“No, you can get nothing.”

“But your hand is hurt! Let me help!”

“I do not need–” Ari said, with a grunt to pull the dresser into the van, “--help from somebody who currently has about one teaspoon of blood in their body.”

Ari brushed her hands on her pants and surveyed the van. “Okay, we decided not to take the mattress because we have the pull out couch, we have the dresser, all his clothes, all his shoes and coats from the downstairs closet, some of that…weird science stuff from the basement. The stuff from the bathroom. Most of his books. Anything else? Not that we can fit much else in here, since Nick left the fucking coffin.”

“I think that just about does it,” said Lex. “Except for the man himself.”

Ari closed one of the back doors. “All right, let’s go get him then and we can be off.”

Despite the amount of stuff they’d removed, the house didn’t feel much emptier–it had already been pretty barebones. It had clearly been meant for short-term accommodations.

Lex stood at the top of the stairs and watched Ari go down to retrieve him. He was lying face-up on the ground. God, he looked fucking miserable. The shirt he’d finally managed to get ahold of was soaked with blood and torn up. His bony face was taut with despair as Ari bent down and hauled him up. “All right, let’s go, buddy, time to leave.”

He started hyperventilating, as much as he could through the cloth gag over his mouth, eyes watering.

“Do you want to walk up on your own? I don’t think we need to chain your ankles.”

His knees shook. He was absolutely petrified.

“Come on,” said Lex. “It’s gonna be okay. Come on up here.”

That seemed to make it worse. Lex felt guilt crash on her–she’d probably blown her ability to make him feel any better that very first time she’d told him it would be okay right before abandoning him for six months.

Ari’s hand on his elbow was half-guiding, half-supporting. He took a few wobbly steps and mounted the stairs.

“You’re doing great,” said Lex. She tried to make her voice sweet, magnanimous.

He painstakingly climbed the stairs, coming face to face with Lex at the top. He saw the bandages that had been plastered on her neck and dipped his head, sobbing, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto the floor. The one eye that been hit by the sun earlier was shriveled and blackened, but tears still managed to come out of the destroyed tear ducts.

“It’s okay,” said Lex. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you. I understand you were hungry.”

He didn’t meet her eyes.

Ari continued to guide him, and he cooperated–until they got to the front door and he saw the patch of sunlight on the porch.

He planted one foot on either side of the doorframe and locked his knees, making hysterical noises.

“Jesus–Fuck–” said Ari, wrestling with him. “Lex, go get that cloak, will ya?”

Lex strode out into the sunshine, fishing in the van for the thick black cloak she’d previously retrieved for him under duress. She came back over and tossed it on him.

“All right,” said Ari, pulling it over him so there was no exposed skin. “There, see, no reason to freak out.”

They carried him out and down the stairs to the van, just as they had before. He was much lighter this time, and more vocal about how unhappy the situation made him.

Ari stood and pulled him into the van. She dropped the cloak so he could see.

His eyes immediately fell on the coffin, underneath all of his belongings, and he let out a muffled scream, leaning his head into Ari’s knees, shoulders shaking with sobs.

“We’re not going to put you in there,” said Lex. “I promise. You’re not going back in there.”

Ari squatted, putting a hand on either side to steady him. “Hey, look at me. I’m not bullshitting you, we’re gonna help you, okay?”

He looked at her with red-rimmed eyes, disbelief written across his tear-streaked face.

She gently took his hands, pulling them forward onto the cloak. “You can pull this on over yourself if any sunlight starts to get in through the window. Or even if you just feel like it’s all a little too much and want to hide. You’re allowed to do that, okay?”

He kept his eyes on his lap.

“All right, you got this, buddy. We’re going to the hospital first, and then you’re coming back to our house.” She gave him a final pat on the shoulder, then clambered down and shut and locked the back doors.

“All right, Lex, how about what’s hopefully gonna be our last road trip for a while?”

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quins-whump-stuff · 1 year

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982 | Chapter 3: Willow

(I know none of these have been super whumpy yet, but I promise we're getting there. For now, whump will be in the form of flashback or lasting effects of what our poor whumpee has been through)

Contents: (institutional) pet whump, conditioned whumpee, dehumanization, 1st person pov (whumpee's pov), profanity, emotional distress, imperfect caretaker, lady whump (whumpee), whumpee calls caretaker her owner

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"Oh, god! Are you okay?"

I shift my gaze upwards, not moving my head. My owner looks worried, her hand clasped over her mouth and eyes wide in shock.

"You- you aren't mad?" I ask tentatively.

"What? No! I'm just... I don't like people touching me," My owner tells me. I let out a shallow breath.

"Oh. But... I'm not a person, Ainsley. I'm a pet," I say, quietly. I want to ask, So you won't punish me?, but I know better. I look up at my owner, another salty tear falling off of my chin.

"Please don't say that. And, uh, don't cry. I'm not mad, I was just, ya'know, startled."

I nod my head and sniffle. Then, she reaches out a hand, and awkwardly pats me on the head a couple times. Only then do I feel my muscles relax, and I start to calm down.

"So, um, you good now?" she asks.

"Yes," I whisper, with another small sniffle.

"Okay, uh, if you're ready, we can go meet Otis."

To my surprise, Otis is a slobbering, tail-wagging, yellow-furred dog that seems to be smiling.

My owner kneels down and scratches the dog behind the ears with both hands.

"Hello, sweet boy! I missed you!" she dotes on the dog for a full minute before remembering me. "This is... a friend." Turning her attention to me, she says, "You can pet him. He's a sweetheart, won't hurt you, unless you're allergic to drool."

I cautiously raise a hand toward the dog. He sniffs it for a second, before nuzzling his nose into my hand. I smile a bit, and shift my hand to gently scratch him behind the ear, like my owner had. Before I know it, a rough, wet, pink tongue is on my cheek. I feel a smile spread across my face, and a giggle escapes me.

"Otis is super friendly. And very energetic. He's a lab, and he only stopped chewing everything I owned about a year ago," my owner says, her mouth stretching into a small smile, "he's a handful, but he's a good boy." Realization crosses her face. "Oh you're probably hungry, aren't you! I was about to make lunch. You can hang out here with Otis while I fix something, and if you need me just give a holler. Or you could come inside with me."

She must be testing me. Pets don't make choices. She must be gauging how well I've been trained. I won't mess up. "Whatever you wish, Ainsley."

"I literally don't care."

I'm frozen. I don't know what to do. I don't know what she wants me to do. I can't do anything until she tells me what to do. If I do i'll get in trouble. I bite my lip a little.

"Do you like it outside?" my owner asks after a few moments, and I nod my head. It doesn't matter what I like, I must be grateful. "Do you like it inside?" I nod again. "Which do you like better?"

But again I am paralyzed. I don't get to have preferences, favorites. Those are for people, not pets. Metallic warmth bursts through my mouth. I bit my lip so hard it's started bleeding. "Please just tell me what to do, Master," I whimper.

"Ainsley. And I just gave you the options. If you're worried I'm, like, messing with you, I'm just, not."

I look at my owner's face. She seems so genuine. She seems confused by my reluctance to choose. I think about it. Inside is much better than the kennels ever were. Warm and carpeted and quiet. But outside is so... beautiful. There's sunshine and soft green grass and the nice dog. I swallow, take a breath of the summery air, and tell my owner in a quiet, breathy voice, "I like it outside."

"Okay then. Let me know if you need me."

The second the door closes behind her, I sigh in relief, and collapse to the ground. It wasn't a test. I didn't fail. My owner isn't disappointed in me. I take a few deep breaths, calming myself.

After a moment, I look across the yard again. There’s a wooden fence that marks the outer bounds of the yard. One edge is lined with colorful flowers. Along the house is pavement and some furniture. In the far corner of the yard are three trees, two small ones with something stretched between them, and a larger one.

I think for a few seconds, my owner did say I could move about the house freely, before I make my way to the largest tree tree, and lay in the shade underneath it. Laying like this, my toes still feel the warmth of the sunshine, but my eyes, which haven't fully adjusted after so long in the dark, are protected by the tree's canopy. I consider cleaning my glasses, because the dog got some slobber on them, but I'm not sure if my shirt would scratch them up.

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I make my way back inside, and let the door close behind me before I start whispering under my breath, "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?" Why was she so scared? When she startled me and when I asked if she'd rather stay outside she seemed petrified. Why can't she even walk?

I walk into the kitchen, rubbing my temples. I know they say that human pets aren't really human, that they are "genetically engineered cloned humanoids," but she just seems like a scared young woman. The only weird thing about her are those light gray, almost white eyes. Other than that, she just seems so human. And the idea of her calling me "Master" makes me shudder. I'm no saint, but how depraved must the other people who buy pets be?

I wash my hands and then open up the small package that came with her. I read through the "personal" section of the info sheet to make sure she doesn't have any allergies, just in case I forgot. She doesn't, so I start cooking. I open a can of tomato soup and put it in a pot on the stove. While it boils, I dump various spices in. Then, I add some alphabet pasta. It's not a very filling meal, but hopefully it will hold the both of us over until dinner.

Both of us, I think, and I smile a little, I'm not alone anymore. I get two bowls and spoons, and after the pasta is cooked, I split the soup between the two bowls, and bring them outside to... well, I need a name for her.

She's laying on her back, under the willow tree. Willow, I roll the name over in my mind. I'll ask her what she thinks of the name. I hope she doesn't panic again. Willow.

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Hellooooo, it's officially three years since I started this blog here. Active or not, I haven't forgotten and still write some things.

Some suggestions of some of the favorites of my own content.

Family (from the start)

Bounty hunter

Also some new content, based from a dream and something I do find interesting. Enjoy the new content.

The cell had always been small, only a mattress. I always found it boring, nothing to do, and when my master appeared it more often than not training, and he was better than me and he could beat my ass. Sometimes I had to heal broken bones. Wounds that I slowly got used to.

It had been like this for years, ever since I had tried to get myself and my little brother out, it had been mothers idea. While she had distracted him.

Click, the door swung open. He stood there, I knew it. More training… More pain and more… There was nothing fun about it. My master stood at the barred door, holding a tray, water and food. Warm food, it smelled good. I was hungry… He was the one I saw the most nowadays.

“Will you keep me here forever?” Asking and hoping, I missed my family so much. My little brother.

“As long as it takes. It’s either you in here or your little brother,” he had been in here, at the start. Watching every training session I had had for a week, he had begged when my leg was broken. “You made your bed, now you have to lie in it until I see fit.” Waiting, until he saw fit to let me eat, let me out of the cramped cell. “I know it was your mothers idea, despite you insisting it was yours.”

“It was mine!” Still clinging to it, even if it was the reason I was still here.

My master chuckled, “fine, that’s not why I’m here.” Putting the tray down and under the door, I would at once eat and drink. But there were pills there today, looking up. “Take them.”

I drank some water while taking the pills. Eating, quickly, as it was supposed to be. Quick. My hunger stilled and thirst as well, tried not to think of what the pills could be.

“You’re lucky, I will give you one week of some freedom to spend with your family. Then you will leave here with me, I need you to help me take care of some things.” The door opened and I was stunned. “Don’t try anything or you and your little brother will pay for the mistake.” Fear struck and I didn’t believe it, or didn’t want to believe it. He never came with empty threats.

“What did you do?” Standing up and leaving the cell like it would lock behind me.

“The reason why you get to see them, you won’t be the only one in pain if you make a mistake like that again. You are mine, always was and nothing can change that.” I nodded, scared out of my mind. But I knew. I had learned the hard way and my master was after all better than me and he made sure I knew it.

The wait was relentless and when he finally let the second door open wide. The door that never was unlocked while I wasn’t in the cell. I hesitated, he gestured “go on, I’ll make sure you won’t get lost.”

I walked out into the hallway, “is it a different way?” I remembered the way, memorized it.

“Yes, they have enough space for two now.” I nodded again, and let him show me the way to where my family slept now. Where my mother soothed my brother after a bad dream. The safest space in this entire building, my mothers arms.

Passing people I did recognise, but they barely looked at me. Until reaching a door, he knocked and once it opened he left without a word and I was embraced by my mother. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, mom…” Hugging her and resting my head on her shoulder, “I missed you.”

“Is he here?!” I let out a tear and more came. My little brother rushed toward us and made it into a group hug. A week and then I would leave and do something. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… He told me he could allow you out for a time and I couldn’t let…” I shook my head.

“Calm down, okay… I’m fine, as long as you are okay I am. Don’t think about it too much.” All of this was our father's fault, he had caused this and then left. Probably paid off his debts by now while they were trapped.

Once inside, my mother made sure I wasn’t hurt. Although my latest wounds healed a week ago and I had managed to stick to bruises only since. “Where will he take and when will you be back?” He told them…I shrugged like it didn’t matter.

“I don’t know, but I know I will beat the living shit out of our father if I see him. And I don’t give a shit about the consequences.”

“Don’t say that,” my mother frowned and her worry was clear. She was looking at the scars my master made while either making me an example or just during training.

I looked down, “sorry mom.”

Follow and if anything you want me to write I'm gladly try.

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fanfics-cause-i-can · 1 year

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Don’t Leave Me: Chapter 1

In which this time the newest villain is different. This time, he’s not akumatized. He’s just a normal human. But sometimes normal humans are the most dangerous, and our two heroes find that out the hard way.

Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir AU: In which Ladybug is realizing she does have feelings for Cat Noir, and in which Cat Noir still loves her.

Author’s Notes: Hiya! So imma just apologize now because yes this has some angsty stuff. Sorry but also ✨ not sorry✨. So as for some background info, this is chapter one of a story I’ve decided to work on because the idea popped into my head and I wanted to run with it. It’s probably gonna be a bit messy because I reaaally don’t want to edit it, but we’ll see.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Akuma Trouble

Word Count: ~2000 words

Unedited

Running swiftly along the Paris rooftops, Ladybug winced as she saw another group of people get turned into pigeons. Rolling her eyes at the ridiculous situation, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath and try calling Cat Noir. Again.

“Has the cat got your tongue? Leave a message,” his voicemail said. Ending the call, this time without leaving a message, Ladybug sighed and rubbed between her eyes, trying to work away the impending headache she felt.

“Fe-line alright m’lady?” A voice said from behind her. She sighed without turning around.

“I’m fine kitty. Just tired and so very ready to go home and sleep for the next year,” Ladybug said. Her black clad partner came to stand beside her with a half smile.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He agreed with her. They both knew that things had gotten harder ever since Shadowmoth found out how to break past the magical charms Ladybug gave to people they saved, and Cat Noir knew how much pressure Ladybug was under now that she was guardian.

“If only she would let me help her.” He thought to himself. He straightened up and held out a hand with a more enthusiastic smile. Ladybug glanced up at him and saw the hopeful shimmer in his eyes and it immediately reminded her that she wasn’t alone, and never would be. “Come on m’lady. We’ve got this one. I bet we could do it in record time today too.” He smiled. She took his hand and smiled back.

“You’re right. We got this.” She replied. When they got to the Tower, Mr. Pigeon cackled down at them from within the ball of pigeons circling around him.

“Well well well. If it isn’t the bug and the kitten.”

“Ha ha. Hilarious. Just as hilarious as the first ten times,” Ladybug grumbled under her breath, her tiredness giving way to a sudden spurt of sarcasm. Cat Noir stifled a laugh through a cough before nudging her lightly with his shoulder. She looked up at him and he winked, making her break out into a small smile and easing the tension in the air.

“Go right, I’ll go left,” she muttered to him. He gave a small nod before watching her call upon her lucky charm. A red bag fell from the air and she caught it, opening it up and smirking at the contents.

“Nevermind kitty. I think todays akuma will be a bit more simple than we thought.” Cat Noir looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She reached in the bag, snatching a handful of the contents before whistling to get Mr. Pigeons attention.

“Hey birdbrain. You hungry?” She threw out her hand, scattering breadcrumbs from the bag all over the concrete ground. The flock of pigeons all flew directly for the scattered food, despite the cries of protest from Mr. Pigeon himself. Ladybug dumped the rest of the crumbs out in a pile and Cat Noir watched with an amused smile as she used her yo-yo to swing up to the defeated villain. He leaned on his staff and kept an eye out as his partner gently grabbed the bird call and broke it, capturing the akuma and setting free the white butterfly.

She swung the deakumatized Mr. Ramier down to the ground as he apologized the entire time.

“I’m so sorry Ladybug, I truly am. I don’t know what happened, I just-…”

“Mr. Ramier,” interrupted Ladybug, holding up a hand. “It’s okay. I’ve told you this before. Cat Noir and I will always be here for you. We’ll always be here for anyone who gets akumatized. You don’t need to apologize,” she placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “We all get mad, we all get upset. It’s called being human.” Mr. Ramier gave a timid smile and nodded. Ladybug reached into her yo-yo, pulling out a new charm for the pigeon lover and smiled as she handed it to him.

Cat Noir watched with a loving smile as she threw her lucky charm into the air, scattering magic ladybugs all over Paris to repair any damage caused. Mr. Ramier walked off with a wave and then Ladybug let her superhero facade slip. Her shoulders slumped and she rubbed between her eyes again, causing Cat Noir to stare at her with a concerned look.

“Are you sure you’re okay m’lady?” He asked gently. “I know it’s been a lot lately. And you know that you can talk to me. I’m you’re partner after all.” He said. She sighed and looked at him, eyes tired.

“I would say yes, I’m fine, but I feel like you’d call me out on my lie,” she said with a half smirk that appeared for only a second. “I’m just tired. And I’ve got a wicked headache, probably from lack of sleep. On top of this, I’m running out of excuses to tell people about me disappearing all the time. Oh, and homework is a thing that I never do.” She listed off. Cat Noir winced, knowing exactly what she was feeling. The pressure of having a double life, it wasn’t easy.

“How about this. Do you have anything pressing going on tonight?” He asked. She raised an eyebrow before thinking for a moment.

“I guess not. It’s a Friday after all.”

“Perfect. Then you go home, get some rest, and meet me back here, on top of the Eiffel Tower at say, ten, okay?” He said.

“Kitty…”

“Nope,” he said, popping the P. “You, m’lady, need a break. If only for an evening.” He said. Then he softened his eyes and grabbed her shoulders. “Please Ladybug.” She bit her lip before nodding reluctantly. Cat Noir gave her a quick hug, and tried to ignore his pounding heart, before letting her go and watching her leave with a wave.

“Now for actually planning something,” he muttered as he started running towards his own house.

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“He suggested it, and besides, he’s right. It’s been forever since I’ve just talked to him, plus we both need a break,” Marinette said from her spot on her bed. Alya nodded in agreement.

“I know you do. You work so hard girl, not just as Ladybug, but as Marinette too. You need to take a minute for you.”

“Well hopefully tonight goes off without any problems,” Marinette yawned. “I hope he doesn’t plan something that means having to move any more than necessary. I think I’d fall asleep.” Alya just laughed at her friend with a shake of the head.

“Go get some rest Marinette. Then go have a good night with Cat Noir. You deserve it,” she blew a kiss at the screen before it went black, leaving Marinette alone to be devoured by her own thoughts.

“We can’t do this Tikki. He’s too strong, and getting stronger every day,” Marinette said, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes to prevent tears from falling. A small pressure on her forearm made her look to see the small red kwami gently hugging her arm.

“Just because Shadowmoth is getting stronger, doesn’t mean you aren’t. You’re doing amazing Marinette. You need to have more faith in yourself and Cat Noir.” Tikki told her. Marinette sniffed before pulling her blankets up to her chin, Tikki snuggling in close to her cheek.

“I know, Tikki. I’m just worried. Cat Noir and I… we’re just kids. I can see it on his face too, this is taking a toll on us both. And just imagine, if my magical ladybugs couldn’t fix the damages afterwards who knows if Paris would even still be standing. Who knows how many people would be hurt, or worse.”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t have to worry about that, isn’t it?” Tikki smiled. “Things will be okay Marinette. Remember how many Ladybugs there were before you and remember that no matter what, they all made it through. And so can you.” Marinette smiled at her kwami.

“Thanks Tikki. You’re the best.” She said quietly before drifting off into a much needed sleep.

On the other side of things, Adrien Agreste too was laying on his bed with his own thoughts.

“Why won’t she just let me help her Plagg?” He said. The kwami of destruction, who was currently searching through Adriens room to find some cheese, stopped and rolled his eyes.

“Because she’s a Ladybug. In all my centuries of working alongside Sugarcube and her holder, never once did any of those holders ask for help if they needed, because they never think they need it. It’s the stubbornness of every Ladybug.” Adrien let out a small huff of disappointment before sitting up and watching the small black kwami flit about his room.

“Well I already knew she was stubborn. But-…” he rubbed his hands down his face, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. “We’re all each other has now. Shadowmoth has taken away so much. We need each other.”

“If I was you, I’d just focus on the job at hand. Finding me more camembert,” Plagg replied. Adrien chuckled, but still felt a pit in his stomach.

“Fine. But let’s make this quick. I still need to set up for tonight.”

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Marinette woke up hours later, just before nine, feeling only slightly more rested than before, but ready for her meet with her feline partner.

“How about something to eat and then a short patrol Tikki?” She asked as she climbed down from her loft bed. Her kwami yawned before nodding eagerly at the promise of food. Marinette chuckled before grabbing her purse and heading down the stairs where her parents were sitting in the living room.

“Oh, there you are Marinette. We were wondering if you were ever going to come down,” her mom smiled. Marinette yawned and smiled back.

“Sorry mom, I fell asleep. Turns out I’m pretty tired. It’s been a big week,” she replied.

“You overdo it Marinette. You’re always running, doing things for others. You need to rest more,” her mom tutted. Marinette went over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

“If only you knew, mom.” She thought to herself. “Don’t worry about me mom. I know what I’m doing, and besides, if I can help people I will.”

“I know darling.” Her mom said lovingly before patting her on the cheek. “Dinner’s in the fridge if you want. And there’s some leftover macarons from today downstairs in the back.”

“You’re the best, mom,” Marinette said before running downstairs to get Tikki some food.

A plain, unbranded box was soon filled with the leftover macarons, some for Tikki and some for Cat Noir, unbranded just so Cat Noir didn’t suspect anything.

Cat Noir. She was so thankful to have him. So proud to be able to call him her partner. And so very concerned about him.

She had grown attached. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew that if she didn’t have Cat Noir, she wouldn’t still be doing this. His undying loyalty, his commitment to her and their job, and even his everlasting positivity in any situation. If something ever happened to him…

“Well it’s a good think nothing will ever happen.” She told herself.

“It’s almost 9:30 Marinette. Don’t you think it’s time to go?” Tikki said, bringing her out of her thoughts. Marinette turned and forced a half smile grabbing the box and going back upstairs past her parents who just waved and said goodnight, and back into her room.

“Come on Marinette. Have some fun tonight. Relax. Enjoy the time with Cat Noir.” Tikki told her. Marinette just nodded and called upon her transformation, snatching the macarons before swinging out of her room and into the darkened Paris sky towards the Eiffel Tower where her partner was patiently waiting.

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sh4dowsdi3 · 2 months

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Interview: 2 (Llydia)

Word count: 974

Content warnings: Implied abuse

Synopsis: Llydia tells us about the strange man (or rather, thing) she met in the bathroom.

[8:30 am; We’re in a coffee shop on campus at the request of Llydia. She’s sitting across from me, sipping on a cup of iced water. She’s looking around the shop and hasn’t made eye contact with me at all.]

(Okay, let’s get started. Tell me about yourself.)

My name is Llydia Summerton. I’m 23 years old and I like reading and writing poetry.

(Okay, now, tell me your story.)

Well, I’m kind of a paranoid person. I’m very cautious when I’m in public; always checking my surroundings, making sure someone knows where I am, all of that stuff. Being a woman, I’ve learned the hard way that the world isn’t kind. When I was 15 my boyfriend used to… I was in an abusive relationship. Ever since then, I’ve been more reserved and a bit paranoid. I don’t want you to think I’m crazy or that I just imagined this because I’m 99% sure that this really happened.

One time, a couple months ago, I got out of class late because I needed to talk to my professor about one of our assignments. By the time I actually got out, the hallways were dead silent and empty.

(Can you tell me about what time you got out of class?)

It was around 6pm. I usually eat dinner at around 6 so I was starving at that point. I get anxious when I’m hungry so I went to the bathroom to wash my face and calm down. Then I ended up actually needing to pee.

I really hate that bathroom. There’s no lights above the stalls so it’s dim and creepy. Anyways, as I’m sitting on the toilet, I can hear the faucet dripping slowly. I wasn’t even peeing, I was just daydreaming. It was so silent that I could hear the lights buzzing. It was really cold too. I started breathing through my mouth to see if I could see my breath. For a solid minute I was just focusing on my breath. In and out, in and out, in and out…

Then I heard someone else breathing.

When they inhaled it was harsh and had a slight wheeze. When they exhaled it was soft and slow. I was frozen. I didn’t hear the door open and I was sure that no one was already in the bathroom when I came in. My eyes were getting dry from not blinking. Without moving my head, I looked below the stall door. Two bare feet. They didn’t look dirty and the toe nails were neatly cut. Then, slowly, I raised my head and looked above the door.

(Note: Llydia is picking at the skin on her fingers. Her ring finger on her left hand has started bleeding slightly.)

It was a head. It looked like a man but he looked weird. Do you know anything about the uncanny valley?

(I’ve heard of it, but please explain it to me.)

It’s basically when something looks so much like a human, but not quite. That’s why so many people are afraid of dolls or mannequins. There was something off about that man. His expression was blank. His eyes weren’t focused on anything and his smile… It was too wide. Like something was stretching his lips back.

Then he started climbing over the stall. I practically fell off the toilet trying to put my pants back on. He moved like a puppet. His arms were impossibly long and moved sporadically but his face kept that same bizarre expression. No person’s body should bend the way his did. He was hanging over the door and was reaching out towards me. I was huddled at the very back of the stall and his fingers still managed to graze my lips. I just- I couldn’t-

(Do you need a moment to compose yourself?)

Yeah. I’m sorry, I just feel sick.

[Llydia takes a big gulp of her water and chews on the ice.]

I couldn’t even scream for help. All I could do was cry. Snot and tears were running down my face. I didn’t know what to do! I cried so hard that my chest hurt.

Then he went limp. The feeling of his fingers falling down my body made me sick. I thought I was going to vomit. Everything was still for a second then his body flopped back over to the other side of the door. It was like someone was dragging him away. He made a fleshy thud when he hit the ground.

I didn’t hear the door open so I sat there for at least ten minutes before I checked to see if he was gone. I kind of peeked under the stall door on my hands and knees. No one was there so I just… got up, washed my hands, dried my face with some paper towels, and fixed myself up. But yeah… that’s my story.

(How did the rest of your night go?)

I didn’t eat. I just went back to my dorm and lied in bed. I didn’t eat breakfast the day after, or lunch, or dinner. I was so tired and starving. At some point during the night I ate some granola bars then I fell asleep. I remember that because I woke up feeling so groggy and sick.

Nothing like this has happened since though. I feel like I’m going crazy. Maybe school just isn’t for me. Maybe I should just drop out and go home… I don’t know what I would do back home though. Thank you for letting me get this off my chest.

(Thank you for sharing)

I’m so tired. I know I’m not going to drop out though. Crazy people can live somewhat normal lives right? I doubt that something this freaky will happen twice. I’m just going to keep my head down and graduate.

[End]

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