angstyandromanticwriting

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Good morning, guys!

My schedule’s gone a bit askew today because I’ve unfortunately overslept and my alarm didn’t go off so annoyingly it’s messed things up quite a bit, but hopefully from tomorrow I’ll be able to be more efficient with posting again, and will definitely probably not be doing another festival for a long time; it took a lot out of me, but I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to hopefully seeing you all again tomorrow for my next short piece, and on time!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒈.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.3k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Trauma & PTSD, Implied Past Child Abuse & Familial Neglect, Drug Use & Addiction References, Mental Health Struggles, Dissociation & Unreality, Violence/Threat of Violence, Self-Harm Ideation (Non-Graphic), Sexual Trauma (Non-Graphic but Implied) - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Sharp Teeth/Not Strong Enough

“I’m sorry, for - for what happened, I-.. I didn’t think I’d get stuck, but - I guess I should have seen that one coming, right?”

You offered up, when you felt like you could; when your throat wasn’t so painfully tight.

Angela appeared surprised, for a moment, and you were worried maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all, until she lightly shook her head, before timidly reaching for your free hand again.

The other was still busy clinging onto your jacket, your fingers lightly trembling, but when you felt her soft warmth encasing your other hand and your fingers, the shaking ceased.

Your breath stuttered, and your eyelids fluttered, just for a moment; she always seemed to have this effect on you, whatever it was, as you gave her hand a soft squeeze to try and soothe her own nerves as much as your’s, as her demeanour relaxed, and her expression softened more than it ever really had before.

Her eyes even looked like they were made up of something warmer; something more alive than you’d first seen in them.

There was even a little glint there, making your heart stutter behind your ribs again.

You didn’t know how she did it, but again you found yourself letting the first thing you could really think slip from your lips without you even realising it at first until it was too late to do anything about it as you distractedly continued to explore her eyes, until your lips shifted, and your voice was back out to play the way it was then.

“I love you,” you heard yourself whispering, as your voice cracked, and you winced, hastily bowing your head again; it was something you’d never get used to - that was for sure, by now.

You were terrified to lift your head again, wondering if you’d done something wrong for a moment; wondering if the words were too overwhelming; too strong right now, until she carefully lifted your head back up so she could softly connect her forehead to your own again.

“I know,” she replies softly, as your breath stutters shakily again, hardly stable, “I just-.. I love you, too, Y/n, I-.. but - I’m scared I’m not right for you, n-not - not yet, anyway, I just-.. I want - I want to be better, I-.. s-sorry - I’m-.. I’m sorry, it - it doesn’t matter, it-.. it’s not your problem. Please, just let me try and be-”

“You don’t need to try and change for me, Ange,” you coo softly, as she falters again, “I don’t - I don’t ever want you to think that you need to be different for me, because I think you’re perfect, just - just the way you are. I - Ange, you - everything about you is-”

“You don’t have to lie,” she murmurs, averting her gaze slightly, as your heart sinks; you weren’t lying; you could never lie to her - never about this, especially.

Never about the way you saw her; the way you felt about her.

“I’m not lying,” you insist, your voice still as gentle as it could ever be, not once growing too firm, or too impatient; you couldn’t lose her - you’d already lost Clara, and been broken; you couldn’t lose the only woman who had made you want to live; to just live, and breathe for her again, and more intensely than Clara ever really had before. “I swear to you I’m not - I’ll even swear on my life that I-”

“Don’t-”

She strains out breathlessly, worriedly, her eyes full of a new panic, as you fall quiet, just for a moment to try and give her a moment to just breathe and settle again.

You don’t ever want to push her too far; don’t ever want to scare her the way you were afraid you had, then.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper again, as she tenses up slightly, before relaxing again, and tightly shaking her head, “but-.. I’m alive, see? I’m still here - nothing happened after I said it, and that means - guess what? I wasn’t lying about what I said before. You’re everything to me, Angela; you always have been. Since I saw you back at the cemetery, I-.. things just felt-.. they felt - distorted, like something was missing, around me and maybe even inside me, I-.. and then when I realised it was you, I just-.. things have never been this clear around me before. Never. Not even around Clara, I-.. you changed me, Angela, because I did need to change. I see that I did, now, and I’ve never been more grateful for anyone the way I am for you. It - it might seem - might seem typical to say, but - you complete me, Angela. You might not think, or see that you do right now, but-.. you do complete me. You are the reason I’m still here; still fighting; still breathing, it - it’s all you. I love you, Angela - I’ve always loved you, I-.. a-and I won’t stop - I promise you I’ll never stop, no matter what, because the day if - if I ever lost you - would be-.. would be the day that I died, too. There’s nothing, without you. It’s always felt like that, even when - even when there was something that didn’t want me to see you - really see you, I-.. so - so no, Ange, I - I wasn’t lying when I said that I think that everything about you is perfect, because it is. You are perfect, to me, even-.. even if your family never really-.. never really saw you like I do. They never deserved you, Angela, and - and you never deserved what they did to you. You - you know that, right? Please, Ange, tell me that you-”

She hesitates, as your voice cracks, eyes slightly wider and wetter than they were before, as you winced, cursing yourself again; you’d probably said too much, but you needed her to know that she had saved you, body and soul, otherwise you didn’t think - if you’d never had met her the way you did that fateful day you’d decided to come back, or been sent back here again, however it worked according to the strange dreams you had and occasional notes the both of you had found so far - you would probably have either been taken by the drugs, or finally succeeded in taking your life again.

But that wasn’t what you wanted now - not ever, for as long as you still had her beside you; still breathing with you; still safe, as you timidly rubbed the back of your neck, trying to find the right words you could to try and make this moment less overwhelming for her, as much as yourself, the way it probably was, then.

“A-Actually, don’t - don’t worry about answering that, I just-.. I’m sorry I-.. fuck, I’m sorry - sometimes I probably say too much at one time, and - and I-.. I’m so sorry, I just-.. but it’s true - Angela, I swear it’s true, I-.. it - it’s the only thing I truly know now, I-.. I’ll shut up, I’m sorry - erm - is - is there anything you want to talk about, or - or would you just like to-?”

“I don’t know if I have - have anything to-.. to really say, but-.. I could just-.. u-use a hug, maybe? If-.. if you have one for me? You - you don’t have to - Y/n, I promise you don’t have to; I don’t want you to ever feel like you - you have to try and-”

But you were already timidly opening your arms for her, a shy, and almost sheepish smile on your face, as she relaxes, her heart skipping a beat for a moment as her expression softens again, and eyes glint just like they so beautifully did before, as she carefully moves toward you, and even more timidly makes to wrap her arms around you, you never pushing her to do so, always patient, as you give her time to relax against you, and when she’s softly whispering a gentle ‘thank you’ against your shoulder, you know she’s found a comfortable enough footing again as you timidly and as carefully as you did before wrap your own arms around her, and she tenses, just for a moment, but before you can make to pull away or to withdraw your arms, she’s relaxing again, and softly kissing your shoulder as if to try and soothe you as much as herself again.

“You-.. you’re everything to me, too,” she manages, eventually, her voice close to a whisper, but still audible, as your breath stutters softly, and you’re smiling gently as you listen to her every word as softly as you do then. “I remember I was scared that maybe things would never get better, before I met you, but-.. when - when you were there - when you were finally there, and I finally saw you, I-.. it was like nothing I’d ever really felt before. I guess that was-.. that was why I ran away from you. I didn’t know what it was that I was feeling; I didn’t know if it was bad, or good. And - and I didn’t know if-.. if maybe - the feeling meant I should be scared of you, too, but-.. I’ve never been scared of you, Y/n. Never you. The only thing I can think of being scared of that’s related to you is-.. is that if - if I lost you, I-.. I don’t know what I would even be able to do anymore. I don’t know if I’d be able to even think, or - or even breathe, and I-.. I can’t lose you, Y/n. I can’t live without-.. you. I can’t live without you, Y/n, okay? I-.. I’m sorry. I just-.. I keep-.. I keep thinking about it, I guess, and I-.. it scares me, sometimes. I love you, so - so much, I-.. I’m so sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for,” you coo gently, “I promise you there isn’t. There’s nothing wrong either with how - how we feel about each other. I-.. I used to think maybe there-.. there was something wrong when-.. when Clara was still-.. but I know there isn’t, now. My parents can’t stop me from loving you; I won’t ever let them tell me what to do anymore, I-.. I just want you. Us, Angela, I-.. I love you - I love you so much, I-.. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite like this before, but - but I want it to stay; I - I want - I want you to stay, Ange, I-.. you - you don’t have to; I promise you you don’t have to, okay? If there’s ever a point you don’t want to be here with me anymore, then - then I won’t stop you from being happy; from doing - doing what you-.. just-.. if you ever do want - want to just go, I-.. don’t turn back. I don’t want you to see what-.. what I’m scared I-..”

As your voice cracks again, and you bow your head, before lightly shaking it; you don’t know why your heart won’t stop aching, the way it does, then, but you can hardly care less about it whenever you thought about what might happen; how you might lose yourself, if you lost her, too.

“It doesn’t matter, I just-.. I want you to be happy, Ange, and if you being happy means that - means that you can’t be here with me then - then I need you to know it’s okay; I promise you it’s okay, I-.. just know I love you, okay? No matter what - a-anyway, maybe we should try and-”

“Wait-”

She strains again, and you fall quiet, your heart skipping yet another painful beat, as you glance back up at her, and her own heart feels like it is trying not to shatter when she sees the tears in your soft eyes again.

“Y/n, I-.. I’m not - I promise you I’m not-”

She winces, struggling to find the right words to say, as she tries to recompose herself, and there’s nothing better she thinks she can do than her first other idea, as she hesitates a moment, before timidly leaning closer to delicately, and as softly as she can, connect her lips to your own, as you falter, melting instantly into her warmth and her love again.

It feels like it’s more than just a kiss; it’s a promise.

Not just to stay, but to fight for each other, no matter what comes next, as you vow silently to do everything you possibly can to protect her; to fight for her - always, and prove to her that she’s worth so much more than what she had previously thought before, as you seal the joint promise with her, and just when things feel so much lighter than they did before, you’re hearing another of those sharp growls, as you try not to panic all over again, instead trying to look around to find a place you can go with her just in case you need better coverage, as you guide her as carefully as you can toward another of one of those weirdly shaped and convenient crevices as she follows after you, and you’re carefully helping her as fast as you can to get through, before you’re hastily pressing yourself into the next space beside her when you hear something smash in the room the both of you were last in, as the both of you desperately get to covering any entrances and exits up before you let yourselves collapse into each other’s warmth again, wanting desperately to keep each other safe as the snarls and heavy snuffling as well as teeth snapping go on for at least another half an hour, before the sounds slowly start to die out, and you’re hopeful that maybe you’re both finally in the clear again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

A lovely morning to all my beautiful supporters, here!

I unfortunately might not be able to post regularly over the duration of this weekend as I’m due to be going to a festival, shortly!

If I can’t post anytime sooner than this coming Tuesday, then I look forward to seeing you all again, soon, around that time!

Have a lovely rest of the day, and weekend, and hopefully I will be able to talk to you guys sooner, rather than later!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑮𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏.” ☦︎︎

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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.8k!

Takes place after the events of the third season!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Parental Abuse/Abusive Parent, Emotional Manipulation, Implied Physical Violence, Panic Attack Symptoms, PTSD/Flashbacks, Verbal Intimidation/Threatening Behaviour, Fear of Being Hunted or Found, Emotional Distress/Crying/Loss of Consciousness, Nightmares/Disturbed Sleep - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

The Monster/Lost and Found

The day started out softer than you’d thought it would.

Leighton wasn’t beside you, but you could hear soft discussion downstairs, as you winced, reaching for your phone to check the time, only to realise you’d more than overslept as you cursed faintly, and hastily rushed yourself out of bed, down the stairs after throwing on some easy outfit you’d not really thought about in ages so you could almost slip into the kitchen, only to luckily catch yourself as Leighton warily inched closer to you just in case, whilst the amusement in her eyes was still plainly present despite the worry etched into her soft eyebrows.

“That’s lucky; you came down just in time - me and Aurora thought you were dead for a minute, and we considered maybe burying you in the park, but - clearly we don’t have to worry about doing anything like that today.”

You raise your eyebrows, and Leighton smirks even more sheepishly than she did before.

“Ha-ha, very funny - how long were the both of you waiting to use that one, huh?”

Leighton shrugs, as she makes a point by slowly looking at the closest clock in the room, before pretending to think as she timidly and deliberately glances back at you.

“Not long, we kinda just put it together around 10-ish, and you’re finally here and it’s almost midday, right? Yeah, almost midday.”

You wince, but shrug it off, already flustered, even before Leighton’s expression softens the way it always does when she’s about to either say or do something sappier than you expect her to, as she timidly inches closer again so she can wrap her arms carefully around your waist, as your eyelids flutter, and your breath stutters.

She’s always had this effect on you, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever end up being able to be truly used to it, as you melt further into her embrace, and gently let your forehead connect to her own again.

“I’m glad you’re here, though - more than glad, actually,” she adds softly, and you can’t help the smile that plays on your lips as you bow your head a little as if to try and hide the fact that you’re blushing a lot more profusely than you had been before.

“I - I’m glad you’re here, too,” you return gently, and her heart skips a beat, as she grins back at you, and you’re terrified of how fast your heart keeps pounding, now.

“I’m sorry I came down so late, I - I just-.. I think maybe it’s because I-”

As you wince, having to fight back yet another possibly invading yawn, as she raises her eyebrows, and Aurora worriedly watches you.

“Nightmares?”

Leighton muses, and you falter, hardly breathing regularly anymore as you avert your gaze again, and her heart sinks.

“Well, erm - you - you’re obviously tired, Y/n - why don’t you go and lie down for a little while longer, and I’ll come and bring you some water up, maybe? If - if you want me to, I - Y/n, I just-”

“No,” you strain, not wanting to worry either of them anymore than you could see you had already - especially not Leighton, as you try and stand up straighter; try and avoid leaning too heavily against her as though you’re struggling to even control your body right now, as you instead try and coax your voice back out, determined not to let exhaustion win today. “I - I’m fine, Leight, I-.. I promise you I’m fine, I just-.. this is nothing a coffee can’t fix, okay? A-Anyway, why don’t we just get set up and just get ready to actually do what we were planning on doing today.”

“Oh, erm - we - we already talked about dates, whilst you were sleeping,” Aurora reassures, as you falter, surprised, before looking back toward a wincing Leighton as you then look back at your sister again, and raise your eyebrows slightly.

“O-kay, well - were there any dates, weeks, or months whatever that seemed better for you to make, or-? I-.. we don’t mind, we just-.. we just want to make sure you can be there, and that it’s an easy day for all of us, so-.. y-yeah, we-.. were there any you might be considering, maybe?”

Aurora hesitated, still not sure, as she partly busier herself with the kettle and getting a coffee set up for you to get some life back into you as fast as you can somehow.

You were struggling to even speak, and move, as you pushed yourself toward the kitchen table, Leighton always staying as close as she can just in case she needs to catch you, worried about your stability on your tired two feet right now as she even helps pull out a chair for you that you could sink into as she sits down beside you, and timidly holds onto your closest hand again.

“I was thinking maybe it could be good for all of us if the wedding’s held sometime in December, maybe, if - if that would be-.. y’know, I just - things just get busy down at the bar, and after we get a few events over with I reckon things’ll get easier to manage, so-.. as long as it’s okay with you guys, I’m happy for it to be anytime after the November festival season, really.”

You hesitate, just for a moment; you’re only pained by the fact that December still feels so far away, even if it’s just a few months off.

You try and fight back your worry; your skepticism, as you turn to Leighton, who also seems at least slightly disappointed, but relieved at the same time.

You don’t blame her; you are nervous, yourself, and want to do everything as perfectly as you can, you just-..

It doesn’t matter.

You think of it as being another reason to be excited for December to come around, as you sit up just slightly more, and manage a timid smile as best as you can as you muster up the words ‘December sounds good’, as Leighton nods softly beside you, and lightly squeezes your hand within her own soft touch again.

“Now we just need to figure out and actual day, and then we’ll just be-”

You don’t expect the doorbell to ring, the way it does, then.

Neither of you do; you don’t recall ordering anything, and Aurora hasn’t given you a heads’ up like she usually does about anything due to arrive or whatever, but you get up anyway, trying not to think too hard about it, as Leighton tries to get up alongside you, but you don’t want her to think that you can’t handle anything alone as you gently reassure her that you’ll be back in a minute, as she reluctantly stills, eyes still full of something akin to worry and awe at the same time, as you gently squeeze her hand back, before even more reluctantly releasing it so you can walk out into the hallway, and back toward the front door of the apartment whilst your hands tremble, and you can’t ignore that something feels wrong already.

You falter, when you lift your gaze, stopping just in front of the door, as a sharp breath threatens to escape you - that shadow; it seems too familiar.

Too broad; too looming.

You tense up, body frozen, just like it used to always get all those times before now.

You don’t want to reach for the handle, but you don’t know what else to do; don’t know what he’ll do, as you bow your head again, fingers trembling even more violently than they did before as you wonder how he even found you as you make to open the door, faltering when you find that there’s no-one behind it once your gaze has lifted again, and your body is half relaxing, but before you can close the door back up there’s a shoe stopping it as you jolt at the sudden pressure, before hastily re-opening the door as make to stammer out a shaky and too hasty apology, before reluctantly forcing your gaze back up as you freeze all over again, and you don’t know if you’re caught in another of those usual nightmares you’d been gradually starting to have again.

You don’t even know if you can speak anymore, as you try not to whimper; try not to draw attention to yourself; try and appear smaller as you try and think faster than you were, but before you can even think about running, his still twisted and slightly older looking face was looking back up at you, as you wanted to stagger back; wanted to find something you could hit him with to get away again, but there was only a newspaper on the shelf close by to you that would probably do nothing to help you, as you tried to speak, your tongue feeling too thick, and body too numb all of a sudden, but still you managed eventually to strain out a faint ‘you’, as he raises his eyebrows amusingly again like he knows he’s won, just like he always used to, as you shook your head, trying to move, but your legs felt too weak below you, and you couldn’t think; you just couldn’t think, as he tilted his head partially in response to your actions, unable to stop the chuckle that rises in his throat, before he steps forward just slightly, leaving you unable to shut the door as fast as you could have then.

“Now that’s not a very nice way to be greeting your old man, is it? Especially not after you hit him over the head a few years back - you really thought you could just leave me to die, huh? And after everything I’ve done for you?”

You don’t notice Aurora and Leighton when they linger in the doorway; don’t know how to even really breathe anymore, as you lean heavily against the wall, whimpering faintly as you try not to let another shaky ‘I’m sorry’ escape you, like you always did before as if everything he’d done to you was your fault, as you shake your head heavily, hating how much you’re already trembling again.

“Stop-”

You manage, instead, your voice hardly there, and before you can even think or try and breathe again, Aurora is perching herself protectively in front of you, whilst Leighton carefully reaches for you, and you jolt a little in her arms, unable to relax fully as you instead tentatively lean closer into her warmth as she scowls back over at the figure of your and Aurora’s father, slightly older than he looked before, but still just as twisted and monstrous as you remembered him as you clung tighter onto Leighton, crying quietly, as you even started losing consciousness, your ears ringing as Aurora and the monster share heated words, and something slams just as you pass out in Leighton’s hold, and are struggling to try and bring yourself back into the strength you’d been managing to slowly build up for yourself with Leighton and Aurora always beside you the way that they were since you’d managed to find your way back to the only people you could really bring yourself to truly trust in the hands of your life now.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒐.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.9k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Substance Abuse & Addiction, Self-Harm & Suicidal Ideation, Emotional & Psychological Trauma, Abuse & Parental Neglect, Toxic Relationships & Emotional Manipulation, Dissociation & Psychological Breakdown, Panic & Anxiety Attacks, Fear of Abandonment/Loss, Post-Traumatic Stress Symptoms - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Further Purgatory/Barely an Escape Plan

The void felt even darker, here.

Wherever the hell you’d been dropped down.

You wince, your back aching even more than it did before, but you have to find her.

You have to find Angela, no matter what, even if trying to do so ends up just killing you in the end.

“Please,” you whisper shakily, but the void doesn’t answer you.

Not yet.

“Someone, just-..”

You grimace at the way your body burns; at the throbbing pain spreading throughout you as you try and push yourself up, desperate to get away; desperate to get out of this, whatever this is.

You whimper, barely audibly, cursing the thing that was, and probably still is stalking you, and trying to present itself as Clara even though you knew the real Clara wouldn’t be hurting you like it was; like it already had, as you manage to get yourself back onto your feet.

It feels almost like some sick purgatory.

You feel water pool around your ankles.

No.

You knew this place too well.

You remembered Angela’s reflection first, before you remembered anything else.

You remembered how it almost looked like she was trapped under the water.

It reminded you of too many things, and painfully, all at once.

This was often where you felt, or imagined you landed sometimes; you didn’t know how else to escape your parents; didn’t know how else to make yourself perform better for the things they expected you to be good at, so you turned to drug use.

It started with performance drugs - the usual stuff you’d find around quite a few places at the time.

You never really had to look too hard; too far away - you had a friend.

It felt like almost everyone had a friend like that when home was home; this town was the way it was, before.

The way you remembered it being, alongside Clara.

You hated the way it got, but you were probably biased then.

Probably biased, even now.

The performance drugs led into the bigger stuff.

More needles.

So many more; you could hardly even count them.

Clara had been your only escape from that stuff, at least for a little while.

Before Chad.

Before everything.

You tense up, just at the thought of it; at the thought of how things had actually been going okay, until you’d started losing her, and now you were scared you weren’t ever going to be able to find your way back to Angela again.

Your hopes were dwindling too fast, now; you even wondered if maybe you should just give up.

If you should just let yourself collapse, and just die on the spot.

You even wondered if you were already dead, by now.

Your knees buckled beneath you, and you felt too weak for a moment to stop yourself from falling onto them, the water lightly splashing beneath you again.

You didn’t even think you’d felt this helpless, before, even on the worst of days, before you’d found her.

Before you’d finally found Angela again.

You remembered moments where - before Clara had suddenly been just gone - you’d be on whatever drugs you’d decided to take, and just lying in the bathtub of your parents’ old home.

Sometimes you remembered smoking in there just to piss them off more; to really be the failure they often said you were.

Other times you remembered crying; remembered wondering why you were even still here.

Sometimes you made yourself bleed - other days, or maybe even on the same painful ones you often thought about, you even ended up touching yourself, just briefly, wondering what it would be like if you gave into Clara’s subtle and even subtlest advances.

It wasn’t often.

You mostly cried, and bled, because you didn’t know what else to do.

This was at least one purgatory, because every time you passed out you often fell right back down here, but this space had never hurt more than it started to since you’d met Angela.

Things were different, now; you felt more - almost everything.

Things felt more intense around you, and still all you could think about was trying to get back to her.

Trying to make her smile; make her laugh again.

You shifted slightly, and were moving again before you even fully realised that you were.

You whimpered just faintly again, but tried desperately to ignore the pain; you couldn’t stay here; you couldn’t lose yourself again, not when Angela could still be in trouble; not when Angela was alone out there, left for the town to easily try and snap her up again.

So you walked, until you felt like you could run, feet burning, and the water feeling intensely colder than it did before, but you didn’t let it stop you, even as the whispers began to cut through the dark space around you, like they had, too many times, now.

They started small, you hearing a faint rush of breath against your right ear saying something like ‘he’s a new friend of mine’, as you wince, almost thinking you’re kidding yourself into feeling another of those sharp needles pricking into your arm again.

You don’t need to hear anything more to remember exactly what happened that day.

It was the first time you’d learnt of Clara’s budding relationship with Chad, as you tried not to let it get to you; tried to keep running as fast as you could - there had to be an end to this void somewhere.

There just had to be.

Your own voice came next, clearer; almost too clear.

‘He doesn’t look at you like a friend would.’

You almost trip up over yourself, but still manage to keep your footing as best you can right now, as you silently beg yourself to keep running; to please keep running, when the next voice came, and the next one.

‘Does he need to? I think he likes me, besides - he’s not bothering me, so why should he be bothering you, huh?’ - had been Clara’s response, before you remembered how you’d chipped in again-

‘I just-.. I’m sorry, Clar, okay? It doesn’t matter, I just-.. Clar, I wanted to-.. forget about it; you’re right - you’re always right, Clar, just not about the drugs, alright? They’re doing good things for me.’

You hate your own voice; hate yourself for everything you’d been saying, but there was nothing you could do about it, now, as you remembered Clara replying with something like-

‘What, so - you - you actually are intending on getting yourself killed by those substances just because you-?’ - you remembered how her demeanour had shifted, a hurt look on her face, as she shook it lightly, scowling down at the ground; you wished you’d said something, instead of just trying to voice her name again the way you had that day, as she instead continued in your ear, and her voice sounded harsher than it did before. ‘Fine - be that way. I’mma go and talk to Chad, and since you’re still thinking about those stupid drugs you might as well just go and knock yourself out with them again, like you did last time. I’ll see you again when you’re planning on being sober with me, okay?’

You’d been stupid.

You knew you’d been stupid.

But you weren’t going to be like that - not anymore.

Not for your parents, and especially not for the life and the career that they’d wanted for you.

You had one priority now, and that was Angela - it had been since you’d first met her, as you pressed yourself to run even faster than you were before, no matter how much your lungs felt like they were burning in your chest, as you struggled to keep breathing, the air feeling thicker around you than it did before until your feet were no longer touching solid ground as you began to fall forwards again and into a further abyss, except this time you could hear Angela crying clearer than you did before as your heart ached with it, only hurting even more so when you could hear her shakily voicing your name again, as you slipped even further, beginning to feel disorientated the more you continued to fall, until you were suddenly jolted upwards as you shook violently, eyelids shooting open as you breathed hard and fast, heart pounding, and body convulsing slightly until you felt Angela’s warmth clinging to you, as you subconsciously melted further into her embrace, whimpering softly as you tried to recompose yourself, the process being hastened by your instincts as you buried your face carefully into the crook of her neck, sniffling lightly as you gradually began to calm down again, taking in her sweet and warm familiar scent as you smile softly, gradually beginning to feel that this can’t be another of those sick traps anymore.

At least, you hoped it wasn’t, your blood running cold, but before you could spiral any further again, you felt her softly pressing a kiss to the side of your head as your breath stuttered, and you clung just slightly tighter to the material of her jumper as you revelled in the feeling of her lips against your hair and skin again.

You’re still tentative, for a few moments, terrified that maybe you’ll blink, and she’ll be gone, or that maybe she’ll suddenly begin to shift into that thing that was stalking you, as you worriedly looked up at her, and her eyes were full of nothing, but the concern and warmth they’d always held toward you.

“Are you-.. are you real-?”

You can’t help, but whisper, your voice hardly there anymore, as her heart sinks, and her eyes darken dejectedly to the point that you hate yourself for even letting the question escape you, but before you can desperately try and take it back; desperately apologise to her for fear of losing her again, she’s softly connecting her lips to your temple, as you falter again, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment, as you revel in her touch again like you always had, as your heartbeat began to calm down, and there was nothing, but her soft whisper against your still slightly damp with sweat and fear skin.

“I’m real - I promise you I’m real, Y/n,” she whispers, “you’re safe, okay? I’ve got you, now - I’m not going to let anything hurt you, I promise. Just please don’t go anywhere again, okay? Y/n, please, don’t-”

“Definitely real,” you whisper in your disorientation, for a moment, as you relax even further, and she breathes easier than she did before as you pressed your face back into her shoulder, feeling warmer than you did before as you gently squeezed her free hand again as if making her another promise, albeit wordlessly, as she squeezed back to seal the vow, and you were determined this time not to fall into another of those traps, like you had so stupidly done before.

Not when you knew, now, what was partly behind it; now when you knew it meant Angela would be alone, and possibly even hunted by the town’s fearful and guilt induced inhabitants as you clung carefully onto her like never before, only partly letting go to reach for the supply bag when you decided you’d try and make it up to her the way you hoped you could now as you tried to put something together for a quick, but soft breakfast again as she timidly helped alongside you to sort something out until it was finally prepared, and the two of you were allowed a few moments to try and repair the cracks that had briefly formed again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽

[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.” ☦︎︎

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A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.6k!

Takes place after the events of the film [2024 version!]

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Physical Violence & Bullying, Verbal Abuse & Threats, Blood & Injury Depiction, Emotional Distress & Self-Worth Issues, Implied Homophobia & Societal Pressure, Fear of Abandonment, Ambush/Assault Imagery - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Hospitality/A Circle of Blood

You still don’t know how to feel about everything you and Regina had shared with each other yesterday.

It was hard enough thinking about what would happen once high school was over, and done with.

Then again, you weren’t sure if you would be able to even make it that far, the amount of times you and Shane had got into fights again.

It had almost been every working day of the week, by now.

You hated coming back here, and loved it at the same time, perhaps too much.

Shane had managed to punch you in the face.

Your nose was bleeding, but you didn’t care.

You would have given the gesture back, if you hadn’t heard Regina calling for you to stop again.

You hesitated, after finally getting hold of the idiot’s collar, as everything he’d said about your parents and what happened to you rang through your head like a cracked vinyl on a broken record player.

“Y/n-!”

Regina calls for you again, and you huff lightly, but not because you’re mad at her for interrupting; you’re just mad that you didn’t get to make him pay any further than you had somewhat managed to.

“You’re running out of things to say about me - you should fix that,” you utter, before you shove him away, and he staggers back, scowling up at you, but when he gets back up, he doesn’t bother trying to start a second round, as he instead just glares back at you, as Regina finally reaches you, subconsciously holding you as close as she can just in case anything else started up between you and the asshole before you.

“You’ll regret that - I’ll make sure you do,” he hisses, before he stalks off, and you imagine a tail between his legs, as you grunt, before timidly turning toward her again.

She falters, noticing the blood leaking from your nose as she frowns, heart sinking, and she can’t hide her soft frustration.

“What the fuck do you think you were doing, back there?”

“Reg-”

“You need to stop this, Y/n - please, just stop; you can’t let him get to you forever, okay? The board already let you off last time with a warning, Y/n - if they catch you fighting with him like that again, you - you might get-”

“I don’t care if they kick me out,” you murmur, and she can tell you mean it, as her expression softens a little, before she pulls you aside, noticing that people were still watching the both of you, uninvited, as she scowls around at them, desperate to find a more private space for the both of you so she could really talk to you; really get through to you, as you followed along beside her, keeping your head down, not sure what to do or how to try and make things right again. “I’m sorry,” you try, and she scoffs, making your heart ache even more as you look back over at her, terrified that maybe you’ve pushed things, and way too far this time. “I am-”

“Then stop getting into fights all the time,” she interjects, and you falter, as she sighs heavily, before carefully turning you around to face her gently again. “Look, I - I’m sorry, okay? Just-.. I-.. I know that - that things he’s probably saying to you are just-.. they should never be said. Ever. But - but they were, and I understand that - I understand why you react the way you do, I mean - I’d probably do the same thing if I-.. but you have to understand that - that if you go too far, you-.. you will be the one suffering for it, not him, and that isn’t fair. That isn’t fair at all, Y/n. In fact, I think you deserve your place here, more than he does. Way more. You shouldn’t let him ruin anything of your time here, okay? Why don’t you just try and think like he’s the idiot for even trying to bother you, the way that he does, without using your fists next time, huh? It works - I swear it works, just-.. promise me you’ll try it. Please promise me.”

You’re hesitant, at first, and you hate yourself for it, and the way her eyes darken slightly only makes it hurt more, as you push yourself to nod, not wanting her to worry about you anymore than she already was.

“I’ll promise you, I just-.. I don’t know why you get so worried about me all the time,” you murmur, your voice barely there, but just audible enough for her to hear, as she raises her eyebrows, before timidly reaching to hold your hands within her own again.

“You do know, Y/n, you just-.. you don’t - see yourself the way I see you. The way I’ve always seen you.”

Your breath stutters, even before she’s carefully lifting her hand to delicately caress your soft and still tear-stained bare left cheek.

“I’m going to say this just once more, okay? Y/n, you-.. you mean more to me than you will ever know - I promise you you always will, okay? I love you, so - so much, I-.. I’ve always loved you, Y/n. Always. And I’ll never stop, okay? Ever. You’re everything to me. Don’t ever forget that - please, don’t. Just-.. you don’t even have to promise me, just-.. say that you know. Or - or nod, or-.. just - Y/n, please-”

“I love you,” you manage, your voice faintly trembling, as you tightly swallow back the lump in your throat again.

Regina falters, heart skipping a beat, as her eyelids even flutter a little whilst she tries to recompose herself as best as she can, then.

“I - I love you, too, you - you know I do, Y/n, I-.. c’mere,” she coos gently, as she carefully eases you into another of her delicately soft embraces.

You falter, in an instant, melting into her soft warmth, as she smiles softly, burying her face into the crook of your neck as she draws in a soft breath of your sweet scent.

“I just-.. I wish we could stay like this; I wish we didn’t have to go back inside when the-”

And, of course, as untimely as ever, the bell rings out just like she’d been predicting it would soon.

“Shit,” you murmur again, and she sighs heavily, before tightly shrugging as she holds you carefully at arms’ length again.

“I probably should have kept my mouth shut, huh?”

You can’t help the soft smile that plays on your lips again.

“Would maybe have been a better thing to do,” you corroborate a little more playfully, as she pouts a little, and your heart stutters faster than it ever really had before.

“We, erm - we’ll see each other again later, right? You - you’ve got a different class, if - if I remember correctly, maybe?”

She recalls, as you wince, your heart sinking again, before you nod softly, determined, and she relaxes again, not sure what else to do, as she reluctantly looks back toward the back entrance, sighing softly - she knows she has to go, but she isn’t about to part from your side again before she gently kisses you, and you melt into her soft touch again.

You’ve never been this breathless before.

Never felt this alive before.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt - you guessed that was maybe why it hurt more to have to part from her again, as you timidly wave back at her as she disappears back into the main building of Northshore High again, and you’re about to make your way to the other, until someone unexpectedly rounds the corner, as you stagger back a little, evidently startled.

The unfamiliar smirked, like he’d caught you in a trap, as you scowled, trying to recompose yourself.

You knew what this was, of course you did.

You were being ambushed, and it felt more familiar than anything else ever really had before.

You tensed up, subconsciously shaking your head, but you didn’t want to show any of your possible attackers that you were scared, as you stepped back just slightly, hands trembling, before you finally managed to coax your voice back out.

“This was Shane’s doing, right? You’re working with that asshole, aren’t you? Aren’t all of you? I’m surprised he even has friends, or maybe he’s paid you to do his dirty work, huh? Well, let me tell you something - you might have won, this time, but I’m not giving up; I will fight back if one of you even tries to-”

And that’s when you feel something colliding with the back of your head as you falter, your ears ringing more than the clanging sound did, as you staggered down onto your knees, but it wasn’t enough to completely knock you out, as you lifted your head again, already feeling blood running down your skin.

You wince, just a little, as you’re shoved down onto your front, and all you can hear is the rush of blood in your ears, as one of them decides to speak, saying something like ‘you messed up big time, you little freak’, and before you can even try and speak again, you’re knocked out on the ground, and hardly able to breathe regularly as you falter in place, and the last thing you try and mouth is Regina’s name, as you lose consciousness, and all you can see is the stars dancing behind your eyelids as you slowly begin to stir, and are invaded by a pair of two intensely bright and dancing lights again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Regina George Masterlist, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽

[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Trauma/Breakdowns, Survivor’s Guilt, Violence/Physical Assault, Gun Violence (Offscreen/Aftermath), Nightmares/Hallucinations, Psychological Horror, Discussion of Past Family Rejection/Family Disapproval of Queer Identity, Implied Grief/Loss of a Loved One, Dissociation/Confusion Between Reality and Memory, Fear of Abandonment, Abusive Relationship Implications (Past), Body Horror/Supernatural Threat - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

The Void/Clara’s Revenge

“I think they’re gone,” you whisper, and Angela falters upon hearing your voice the way it is, then.

It’s hardly there, like you’re still afraid maybe something’ll hear you, and try and take her away as you tense up again, heart aching more than it should as you timidly turn your head slightly, faltering when your gaze is delicately meeting her own again.

“Are - are we safe?”

She replies, albeit hesitantly, almost regretting asking such a question, worried maybe you won’t respond, until you gently nod your head, but not too confidently.

“For a little while, maybe,” you answer, eventually, and she relaxes, body leaning further against your’s as her composure softens slightly more, before you find yourself looking around the room, and wondering maybe if you’d be able to get away with both looking for more supplies, and perhaps even an entrance into the room that had been locked up before. “I think we’re in 203,” you murmur, eyebrows furrowing just slightly as you try and process the situation, Angela nodding tightly beside you, as you reluctantly make to get up off of the ground, and she’s trying not to panic as she hastily gets up after you, not wanting to let anything possibly manage to grab you and either take you away, or do worse somehow.

She doesn’t know what would happen, if she ended up being alone again.

She doesn’t even want to think about it.

And neither do you, as you wince again, ensuring you stay as close as you can to her as the both of you check anything you can for whatever supplies you could carry with you, finding at least a couple more bits of food and medicine - not so much drink wise, as you try not to think about how dry your throat feels, by now.

You’re hopeful enough to even check the sink; see if there’s running water in there, at least somewhat clean - not dirty to the point that it’s inedible or something not meant to be consumed entirely, but instead of even getting the dirtiest water you’d seen here so far, there was nothing.

Just a droplet, and you didn’t even manage to catch it, before it disappeared down the drain again.

You weren’t thinking about yourself, when you tried.

You’d seen there was one droplet, and you wanted to get it for her.

And you couldn’t even catch it on your finger fast enough.

You tried not to curse yourself, bowing your head as you shook it slightly, before timidly turning toward her again.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, and her heart sinks, as she gently shakes her head, not wanting you to feel like you had to apologise to her when you’d not even done anything to hurt her, or anything like that, but you still felt like you should say it, regardless, feeling like you’d failed just by not reacting quick enough to the droplet hanging on the edge of the tap the way it had.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she tries to reassure gently, as you frown again, still feeling like you had as you nod tightly, before reluctantly making to try and continue again.

“We haven’t got any water left, I-.. I wanted to-.. there was a droplet there, Angela, we - I-.. I couldn’t even catch that, I mean-.. what are we going to do if-?”

“We’ll wait - just wait,” she answers gently, and you try and recompose yourself, her voice easily soothing you as you let your gaze meet her own again, and before you can try and gently voice her name, she’s softly continuing, whilst you - as always - determinedly cling to her every soft word again, “we’ll be okay, Y/n - I promise you we’ll be okay. We’ll find more somewhere along the way; I know we will. We just need to wait for a little while longer, okay? I don’t want to go out there or anywhere else until we’re sure they aren’t there anymore. Is - is that okay? I - I don’t mind if you’d rather try and find somewhere else to-”

“I think you’re right,” you reassure her, without hesitation, your voice soft as ever as she relaxes again, timidly averting her gaze a little as she offers a timid ‘thank you’ back at you whilst you’re gently nodding your head, and squeezing her hand as softly as you can, only soothing her nerves even more as she smiles gently back up at you again, ever patient as you try, and eventually manage to coax your voice back out as you try and think of something the both of you can do in the meantime, as you gesticulate back toward the barricade the both of you had set up in front of the door leading back out into the hallway as you tightly swallow, before managing to then gently half-whisper something again like - “try and get some sleep with me, before we head out again, or whatever we decide to do when we wake up, maybe?”

“I - y-yeah, sure - I think that sounds like a good plan,” she corroborates, and you relax again, even feeling something of a burst of pride again as you smile sheepishly, glad, trying to hide it as much as you possibly could as you both walked together almost in sync toward the barricade, before reluctantly deciding to ease yourselves back down against the dresser and table behind you again.

You almost forget how to breathe again, when you feel her head lightly resting upon your right shoulder.

You can’t help the smile that plays on your lips, as you timidly manage to rest your own head just lightly on her’s, heart stuttering as you revel in her warmth, and wonder how you could have been so lucky to have found her the way you did that day.

It was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

She was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and she always would be.

You were certain of that fact now; you had been for a little while, even when the painful memories seem to dig their claws back into you again.

You’re not thinking about what you might see, when you let your eyelids flutter shut; you’re just hoping you’ll dream of nothing, but her.

Her smile.

Her beautiful dark eyes.

Your breath stutters again, and you’re lost in a daze to the point that you don’t even realise you’re already unconscious and trapped within another of your usual nightmares again.

You only begin to feel the dread beginning to settle, when you let your eyelids flutter open softly.

Instead of seeing Angela, you’re stood in front of Neely’s Bar.

Instead of softly kissing her, you’re freezing up again.

You know this place, too well.

Way too well.

The jukebox.

The counter.

The tables.

Everything about it.

You don’t want to see it again.

You’d vowed not to come back since you’d started thinking maybe Clara really is gone.

You don’t want to have to go through what happened here, and miserably all over again.

Don’t want to risk getting yourself killed, even.

You don’t know what to expect anymore, but you know what this place wants you to do, as you take a hesitant step forward, followed by another, and another, until you’re easing the doors open, and are standing just before the main activity space when you let the doors close behind you, and you’re startled by the sudden buzzing of activity as soon as the doors click shut again.

You heard things you didn’t think you’d ever hear again.

The buzz and roar of laughter and conversation around you; the jukebox playing its typical tunes.

You tightly clear your throat - it’s even more uncomfortable when you can hear what’s going on, but you can’t actually see anyone moving around you the way you thought you should be able to.

You draw in a barely audible shaky breath; it’s just you, until it isn’t.

Clara.

She’s sitting a few paces away.

Of course she is.

You want to turn back.

To try and get back to Angela as fast as you can, but you’re glued in place.

You can’t look away.

You feel too weak.

And that’s when you feel the small gift-bag in your right hand again.

No.

The last day.

It was showing you the last day.

You couldn’t do this.

You couldn’t do it.

But there was nothing else you could do, right now, as you reluctantly stepped forward, your hands trembling, and when she looked up at you it all just felt - wrong.

So wrong.

You didn’t want to be living this again.

Never again.

You just wanted to get away, as you reluctantly lifted the gift-bag, before setting it down on the table, as Clara frowned, eyebrows furrowing, and the moment felt different.

Too different.

You didn’t need to wait, to know why, when she reluctantly began to speak again.

“Why?”

She murmurs, and you tense up again.

“No. Clar, no - I’m not doing this with you, okay? You walked away, not me - it was you-”

“Why would me walking away even change things? You always said and acted like you didn’t feel the same way that I did; you always said that-”

“I-.. I wanted to tell you, that day - I wanted to actually-.. yes, my parents said we were going to leave; that they weren’t going to let-.. but-.. I actually felt ready to - to get away from them. To - to fight, for-.. for you. But you didn’t let me even try. You left. You walked out, Clar, a-and I couldn’t-.. and then you-.. you were just - gone, you-.. look, I’m sorry that - that I was - that I was pushing you away, okay? I’m sorry that I-.. I’m sorry for a lot of things. But you didn’t even give me a chance to speak - you gave up on me, Clar. I just need to accept that you’re-.. that you’re not-..”

You sigh shakily, bowing your head, and still you can picture Angela smiling softly at you.

Still, you hear her gently encouraging you.

Saying that’s it’s okay; that you’re okay.

That she’s here.

Your heart cracks even more, and the silence is heavy, until you hear Clara getting up, and you half expect her to walk out again, until you notice that the shadow looming before you, and stretching across the ground is nothing like Clara’s had ever been.

You knew you were in trouble, even before the amalgamation had voiced your name in a rougher voice, and you thought you heard it saying and even almost whispering quite sinisterly something along the lines of ‘you should never have tried to move on from me’, and before you could even try and speak, or move away, you were knocked back on the ground, the back of your head hitting the main doors of the building as you fell unconscious again, head pounding, and all you could dream about was Angela, and how you hoped you’d be able more than anything to make it back to the warmth of her arms as soon as you possibly could, even as you felt yourself being dragged along the ground as you heard her voice whispering your name, and you tricked yourself into thinking you could see her face in the dancing lights behind your eyelids, until everything went pitch black, and you were lost in that painful abyss of emptiness and despair again.

That was, until you somehow heard her voice even more clearly crying your name, sounding panicked as ever, as your heart and your head throbbed painfully, and you couldn’t just let her go on suffering like that as you tried to follow her voice through the void, only to falter when you were grabbed on your leg again and pulled backwards as you cried back for Angela, desperate to find her again, until suddenly you felt yourself falling, and falling, hearing the warped laughter of the person you used to know, and love, ringing out above you until you hit the ground, and the wind was knocked out of your lungs again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however - I have been, as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” ☦︎︎

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A Cynthia Hammond (An OC) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2k!

Cynthia’s Face-Claim = Reneé Rapp (mainly as herself or - occasionally - other characters as long as they suit the moment in regard to pictures I use for this idea!)

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Trauma & Guilt, Panic Attacks/Dissociation, Depression & Suicidal Ideation (Implied), Gun Violence/Being Shot, Blood & Injury, Medical Distress/Makeshift Wound Treatment, Themes of Homophobia & Societal Rejection, Mentions of Family Abuse & Control (Implied & Referenced), Fear of Abandonment & Self-Worth Issues - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Reckless Serenade/A Miserable Outline

“Y/n-?”

Cynthia manages to strain.

You can hardly lift your head, let alone coax your voice back out to respond to her.

You don’t know what happened.

Well, you didn’t want to know what happened.

You didn’t want to feel the guilt that you did, but here you were, anyway, crying like you were a child again; crying like you’d been responsible for the death of your only true friend, because you felt like you almost were.

If she wasn’t here with you, you knew it would hurt; you knew it would be hard to wake up everyday.

Maybe you wouldn’t even bother trying anymore, if losing her and letting her go meant you’d never really be able to see her again.

But she’d be safe.

You knew she’d be safe.

Whether she’s with her family, or somewhere else, with someone else, you knew maybe there’d be a better chance of her not being shot or stabbed to death out here.

Not with someone else.

You’d never felt a pain like this before; it felt like it was trying to tear you apart from the inside out, and you couldn’t take it - you couldn’t even breathe properly; you couldn’t even-

You faltered, feeling her hand gently resting on your own free one.

The other you were still crying quietly into, as if you thought maybe you could still shield her from the pain, when it was beyond too late for you to really do that, now.

She knew you too well.

She always had.

You were certain of that, now, and that only hurt even more, as you tried to fight back a faint whimper, pressing your face against your left kneecap, whilst she carefully shifted closer, and you hated that you were the reason she was trying to move again when all she needed right now was all the rest she could try and get before the two of you could try and go on down the hill again.

If there was anything even beyond the gates of the border here.

You sighed shakily, wondering why you even agreed to run away when you knew this could happen.

You knew maybe there’d be nowhere for either of you to stay and be happy together, without the threat of being located by her father or being prosecuted for being the way you were together.

You couldn’t help how stupid you felt; how much you hated yourself, as you warily turned to face her, heart stuttering in your chest when your gaze met her own, and her heart broke again.

“Did you-.. did you sleep at all?”

She manages to ask - just manages to, her voice barely audible, and still struggling from the events of the night before.

You wince, bowing your head; of course you hadn’t slept - why would you, after you’d almost lost her again, and could have still lost her if you hadn’t-

“You’re not going to lose me,” she muses again, her voice verging on being nothing, but a whisper of breath again, as you tensed up, wondering how she always seemed to be able to read you like one would a book somehow.

Not that you’d ever really been able to read a book before; you’d tried, but you did have some difficulty with at least some of the words you’d come across so far.

“Stop doing that,” you murmur, and she raises her eyebrows a little, as you tightly clear your throat, and bow your head in more of a flustered manner than anything else at this point.

“Doing - what-?”

She inquires, sounding genuinely curious, albeit somewhat playful at the same time, as you hesitate, before trying to think up the right words again.

“Doing - whatever you’re doing, y’know-.. it’s like-.. like you always know what I’m-.. so stop, okay? Please. My head is my own space, okay? Don’t invade it like that again.”

She scoffs, and you feel stupid again, your tongue feeling thick as you cursed your own words in silence, and she couldn’t help the soft smile that plays on her lips, then.

“I can’t, I’m afraid - that’s - I mean, it’s like you’re asking me not to know you; not to love you, like I do, and that’s just-.. you can’t stop me from doing either of those things, okay?”

You tense up, jaw tightening, as you keep your gaze locked on the ground, before fidgeting with your fingers slightly as she worriedly looks back over at you, your change in demeanour making her try and sit up a little, as she winces again, and can’t bring herself to move as much as she wanted to, the wound - albeit healing, slowly, but surely - still paining her, as you swallow tightly, hating yourself for the pain you can see she’s in, even after all the time that’s passed, by now.

“Well, maybe I should,” you murmur, and her heart sinks, her eyebrows furrowing, but before she can protest you’re continuing again, and you sound almost more broken than you ever have before. “Maybe you should stop loving me. Maybe you shouldn’t want to be here with me. Maybe - maybe you’d be-.. you were being stupid, when your dad showed up. You should have gone back home with him. You should never have said you wanted to stay with me. Cynth, all I’ve ever done is tried to survive out here; it’s hard, okay? It’s more than hard, and when you showed up? It got even harder. I feel like I can’t-.. when you’re not here, I-.. I feel like-.. I can’t even-.. but that doesn’t matter. I love you, Cynthia. I’ve loved you ever since-.. and I - I can’t let you keep getting hurt just-.. just because I-..”

You nod tightly, as more tears threaten to escape your already too wet and much too sore eyes again.

“I won’t turn myself or you into the authorities this time, okay? I don’t want to hurt you again, I just-.. I think you should go, Cynth. Whether you go home, or-.. or go somewhere else safe, I-.. that’s up to you. That’s always up to you, okay? I can’t let anything else happen to you. I can’t be the reason that you’re in pain again-”

“Then you’re stupider than I thought you were,” she murmured, a hurt look on her face, but still determined, as you fell quiet, lips trembling a little as you listened to her every word, just wanting to do everything you could to try and make things right for her again, “I mean - do you seriously think I’d be happy, being anywhere else? Y/n-”

“Cynth, please-”

“No, okay? It’s my turn, now. You need to hear this, Y/n. You need to know how I feel about you, okay? About how I feel about this, I-.. about everything you’re-.. y’know. Y/n, I-.. you say you don’t want to hurt me; you don’t want me to be in pain, but-.. how can you not realise that you letting me go would hurt even more? Not - not just for me, but-.. for the both of us - Y/n, you can’t just-.. besides, it’s not like you were the one who shot me, right? It was - whoever the hell it was, for whatever reason - it doesn’t matter, okay? You saved me. I’m still here; I’m still me, and you are still you. They haven’t got to us, yet, but what you’re doing will let them get to us, if - if we don’t-..”

She sighs, trying to recompose herself as she averts her gaze a little, before trying timidly to continue again, as softly as she can, now.

“So - so I’m sorry, but - but no, okay? I’m not just going to up and leave you. I’m not just going to give up on what we promised each other; the dream, remember? Our dream?”

You falter again, your heart aching as you nod tightly, before averting your gaze away again as you tried to blink the last of your tears back.

“Look, I-.. I know it’s hard to believe it, right now - that - that maybe there is a place for us out there, somewhere, but-.. that doesn’t mean there isn’t one, either. There has to be, Y/n. No matter how small, we-.. at least we’d be together. Happy - free, even, we-.. we could walk down the streets together, and nobody would care about my family’s money, or about what happened to you, and they wouldn’t even care either or second glance back at us for being two women holding each other’s hands, and kissing on the sidewalk, we-.. we could do anything we wanted. It’s out there, Y/n - I know it’s out there. I can - I can feel it is, we just have to-.. y’know, keep on looking for it. We’ll get there, eventually. I know we will. So please, Y/n - I’m even begging you now, just-.. don’t ask me to let you go. Don’t ever do that again, okay? Please, don’t, b-because - because if you do, and I can see you still love me the way I love you, I - I will never do a single thing for you. I mean it; if you ever even try and pay for my silence, I will scream. And then, if you change your mind again after that, and if you beg me to speak, I’ll sew my mouth shut with your little needle you used to patch me up - sound good, or - do you need any further examples of what I’ll do if you ever try and ask me to leave you again just like that maybe?”

You wince, trying not to sniffle again as you lightly shake your head, and she expresses more relief than she ever had before.

Well, still a tad subtly, but you could feel it in the way her shoulders shifted; her expression softened slightly, as you relaxed with her, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still scared that something could still go wrong somehow.

“For what it’s worth - I’m sorry,” you murmur softly, “I really am sorry, I-.. I just-.. Cynth, I-.. I don’t want anything to happen to you, okay? I don’t-.. I can’t let-.. I love you. Cynth, you know I love you. I-.. just - seeing you get shot like that, I-.. it - it was just-..”

“I know,” she coos gently, voice full of care; full of understanding, as she gently squeezed your hand again, and you softened slightly, timidly letting your gaze meet her own again, “I-.. I’m sorry, too. Y/n, I-.. I didn’t want-.. I never wanted you to have to see that, I-.. let alone have to patch me up after, I just-.. but hey, at least we’re still here, right? They tried, and they failed, to take us away from each other. Sounds good enough to me. A-Anyway, does-.. does that mean-.. do you still want me to leave, or-? Or are you happy to-?”

You hesitate, and the pain on her face again is too hard to ignore; you didn’t even dare try, and though you were still terrified that she’d only get hurt again, you didn’t want to hurt her more by making her have to walk away from you, as you said you wanted her to stay, and her eyes lit up slightly enough to make your heart stop beating for a moment, until she leaned over, and delicately kissed you, almost breathing life back into you again as you softened against her touch, and you forgot the world, if only for a few brief but blissful as ever seconds or couple of minutes in the best way humanly possibly.

You never wanted the feeling to stop - ever, but when you both reluctantly decided you should get moving again, the dread was back, and even more intense than it had ever really been before, but still you tried to keep it hidden away until you thought you saw the authorities passing as you gradually began to break down, and she had to try and pull you out of the same pain and the forever seemingly endless fear of being alive and pursued all over again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Cynthia Hammond Masterlist shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏?” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.6k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Trauma-Related Flashbacks, Emotional Abuse/Gaslighting References, Animal Violence, Injury Detail, PTSD Symptoms, Survival Horror Elements, Mental Health Struggles, References to Previous Substance Use - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

In the Wrong/Path of Acceptance

There’s still so much you don’t understand.

So much you can’t bring yourself to understand, maybe.

You’d frozen up, seeing the next dog-like creature running at you.

It only made you think about what happened, the day before you’d lost Clara.

You’d had a pretty bad fight with her; you’d been walking in silence together most of the way back toward the park.

Past Moonlight Reverie.

The words ‘I’m sorry’ kept playing behind your lips; they wanted to escape, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let them.

It terrified you.

Besides, you weren’t sure what else you could do to try and fix this, now.

You’d told her you would talk to your parents, but they weren’t going to change their minds.

Of course they wouldn’t.

At one point you’d thought you’d heard her sniffling, and it almost broke you.

You hated seeing her upset.

Hated hearing her crying, but it only hurt more to think that it was you who’d made her cry this time, and not that asshole she’d been dating before.

You just still couldn’t believe that she’d only really got with him because of you; couldn’t believe that she’d only wanted to make you jealous, and when it worked, she broke up with him.

There was just so much you wanted to say, but couldn’t.

Of course you couldn’t.

And that was when you remembered how she’d spoke up again.

‘Why?’

She’d said.

Or asked, rather, as you remembered how your body had tensed up again beside her slow strides.

‘Why - why what-?’

You’d inquired, in return, not daring to let your gaze meet her own again.

‘Why are you denying it now? I know you feel it too, Y/n, I - I can see it-’

Your heart ached just to think about it, as the memory went on-

‘It’s like I said before, Clar - I’ve not felt anything like that for someone for a long time; you’re my friend, okay? My best friend - besides, I-.. I don’t know if we’d ever be able to really be together, anyway; it would look bad for-.. y’know, if I did feel something, I-.. you know what they say, Clar. What they think about stuff like that. And my parents, they’d-.. if I ever even came out with something like that they’d probably be-.. but-.. it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, okay? Clar, you know I’m sorry, right? Why can’t we just be-?’

‘If you don’t feel it like you say you don’t, why are you so jealous, or why were you so jealous, before me and Chad broke up, huh? Why were you being so stroppy all the time - practically every time I was talking about what we were doing? And don’t forget the time I introduced him to you; the day I told you I was seeing him - I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so distant before, not even when you were on those stupid drugs, you-.. I’ve seen you through everything, Y/n. I’ve been with you through everything. I thought that would at least - at least mean something to you. But-.. I guess you’re right, huh? Even if you are hiding something, maybe we can’t-.. maybe that means we wouldn’t be good enough for each other anyway.’

You remembered thinking that nothing had ever hurt that much before.

Nothing in your past could compare to how hard those words had struck you.

You remembered how you’d tried to voice her name, before she turned around, and made to walk away.

And that was when that dog - a frisky looking German Shepard - had showed up around the corner.

You remembered it snarling.

Remembered how Clara had staggered back in alarm, as you hurriedly caught her before she could fall, heart beating too fast to be normal, as you’d eased her out of the way, when the German Shepard lunged, hackles raised, and you’d not known what else to do, but to throw it off, and kick at it before it could get any closer like it had before.

It had stopped moving, shortly after that.

You’d not known what to do, trembling violently as you silently begged it to get up; to just get up - please, but it didn’t move, and it looked like it was bleeding.

You’d never done anything like that before, and the way Clara had looked at you had been the worst thing.

Until now.

You faltered, as you blinked rapidly to try and get the tears out of your eyes again.

You were still in the same hallway you were in before; your wrist was still throbbing painfully.

Angela wasn’t beside you, and you didn’t know what to do.

And that was when you heard another of those creatures hitting the ground again.

“Angela,” you manage to whisper, your voice hardly there, as if part of you is still caught in the memory somehow, as you try and turn your head, faltering when you notice her a few paces away from you; she’s trying to keep the other dogs back.

Still trying, and you weren’t even sure why she’d be trying to keep you safe anymore.

Part of you wondered if you even deserved to be helped; to be loved, after everything.

To be trusted, even more so.

But there wasn’t much time to ponder on it any further, when you heard another startled cry escaping her, panicking you in an instant as you hastily pushed yourself to get back up as fast as you could, determined to get her away from this, no matter what; no matter how hurt you yourself might get, as you pressed yourself forward, and managed to kick the next dog away.

The creature snarled at you, after a faint whimper - too ethereal, had escaped it, as if the sound was surrounding the both of you, as you tried not to let it overwhelm you as best you could, as you carefully eased the knife from her hand, and kept her behind you again no matter how much she protested, wanting to help, as you held the knife steady in your hand, noticing the next creature lingering a few paces away.

This one had darker eyes than the last did.

It was harder to see in the shadows of the hallway ahead, as you tensed up, narrowing your eyes just slightly.

You almost didn’t react fast enough.

It moved quicker than the others did.

One moment, it had been at the other end of the corridor, and shortly after that it was already making a lunge for you, long teeth and claws bared as you tried not to stagger back, managing just barely to dig the blade into the creature’s chest as it knocked you down again upon impact, Angela almost falling again with you as she managed to keep herself upright in time to avoid the attack, allowing her a good vantage point as she kicked the creature off, not even letting herself think about it anymore for fear of slipping up in her attempt to try and keep you safe again.

“Shit,” you whispered again, a shaky exhalation escaping you, as she remained tense beside you, her gaze still locked on the slowly dying creature until its body stilled, and she managed to return her focus back onto you. “Was - was I-..?”

“You scared me,” she admits, her voice close to a whisper as she crouches down beside you, a wary look still on her face, but the relief was still there as your heart ached with something warmer in response to it, as you nodded tightly, cursing yourself again.

“I’m sorry,” you return gently, as she timidly averts her gaze, before letting her fingers intertwine softly with your own in the best way possible.

They just - seemed to fit together, a lot more than anything else ever really had.

Clara’s had been similar, but-..

You tried not to think about it.

You wanted now only to think about her; about Angela; about what you haven’t lost.

What you’re determined not to lose.

To not let die, as you gently squeeze her hand, and her breath stutters slightly, you worrying maybe you’ve done something wrong until she returns the gesture, and your heart skips and almost maybe even stops again.

It had never really done anything quite like this before.

You never wanted it to stop, but when you heard the next undeniable snarl, you faltered again; you couldn’t waste time anymore; you had to find somewhere better for the both of you, and you guessed that was why you hastily managed to get yourself back up off of the ground, never letting go of her hand, and she never letting go of as the both of you rushed toward the next door down, it of course being locked, as you pressed on instead toward the next one, and managed to rush it open, as the both of you hastily fled inside, Angela closing the door and locking it carefully behind her as you make to start blocking up the lonely window in the room as she desperately tries to help, the both of you only stopping when it’s covered with the best and only options you could really find as you both sink against the makeshift barricade, instinctively leaning closer to each other, when you hear and feel the thudding starting behind you both again.

You wince, trying to push against it, hearing the snarls growing angrier and angrier outside, as your hands tremble, the shaking only ceasing when you feel her holding you even closer as your breath stutters lightly again, and you melt into her embrace as you linger together in each other’s warmth, only really relaxing when the dogs fall quiet as you let your eyes open, and feel something like hope washing over you, body and soul, when she lightly kisses your cheek, and you forget much too easily how to really breathe again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑶𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆.” ☦︎︎

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A Cynthia Hammond (an OC) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.7k!

Cynthia’s Face-Claim = Reneé Rapp (mainly as herself or - occasionally - other characters as long as they suit the moment in regard to pictures I use for this idea!)

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Gun Violence/Shooting, Blood & Injury Detail, Graphic Medical Procedure, Pain & Suffering, Emotional Distress/Panic, Fear of Loss/Death, PTSD Symptoms/Hyper-Vigilance, Survival Trauma Themes, Implied Class Divide & Prejudice, Caretaker Guilt/Self-Loathing - if I’ve missed anything here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

The Locals/Layers of Devotion

Most of the locals, upon your and Cynthia’s trying to greet and thank them, were a bit cagey, at first.

Some of them smiled, and waved, but it was mainly the children.

The rest of them just awkwardly bowed their heads, tight, but still respectfully.

“I don’t know if they really like us being here still,” you muse, as you and Cynthia walk back toward the alleyway you’d found yourself waking up in earlier.

“They’re just-.. probably not used to us, I guess?”

You wince, nodding tightly; you could see why that would be a problem, given that they knew nothing about either of you, and why someone like them - yourself - would be travelling with a ‘Richie’ - Cynthia; they didn’t know she was rejecting that lifestyle, you suppose.

“Either that, or they’re wary about you being here with me, maybe?”

You muse, albeit gently, not wanting to worry her or make her think that you’re putting her down somehow for where she’d been made to come from.

She didn’t react the way you’d feared she might, as soon as the suggestion slipped from your lips.

Instead, she shrugged nonchalantly, a thoughtful look still playing on her face as she strained out a soft ‘it’s possible’ in response to your own musings as you nod tightly, shoulders easing up a little.

“So, where - where do you think we should-”

You hardly finish your sentence, before a gunshot rings out.

You falter, ears ringing, as you subconsciously make to cover them, but that isn’t the only thing that worries you.

In fact, it’s something you’re already at least somewhat used to, but the way Cynthia staggers back slightly isn’t anything like something you’d ever seen before.

“Cynth-?”

You strain out, painfully, fingers already trembling just slightly, as Cynthia winces, almost dazed, leaning heavily against the wall beside her, as she tries to keep her composure despite the blood already dripping down and staining her vest and trousers.

You don’t know what to do at first, when you see the blood.

Your first thought is to desperately try and stop the bleeding, but when you hear another unmistakable click of a gun being reloaded, you know there’s nothing you can do yet, but get her away from here.

Just get her away, as you hastily rush up to her, urgently hooking your arm around her waist as carefully as you can, trying desperately not to make the pain worse as you guide her desperately away from the next string of gunfire, barely grazing your shoulder as you grit your teeth, a strained grunt escaping your lips, but you don’t stop.

You can’t, even as your shoulder throbs, as you continue hastily guiding her around every risky, but available corner, until you’re back on the main road, ignoring the startled cries of those going by - they aren’t important - not right now, as you rush her into an alleyway further down, guessing maybe the locals you and Cynthia had been trying to talk to weren’t as welcoming as you thought they were.

Unless it wasn’t them.

You weren’t too sure, but you couldn’t think of any other reason why she would be the target, this time, unless someone was trying to set you up somehow.

The thought made you tenser than you were before, but you tried to force it out of your head, desperate to get the bullet out of her and to try and stall the bleeding before you could lose her without even being able to do anything of what you and Cynthia had set out to, in the first place.

You also just couldn’t bring yourself to stand the thought of living without her; of having to go through the daily grind alone again.

It made you feel empty just to even think about it; just to even think about never being able to see her smiling back at you the way she always did.

Your breath stutters, and you curse yourself for getting distracted yet again, as you carefully ease her down onto the ground, her back against the wall behind her, as you slightly shakily crouch down before her so you can - albeit reluctantly, and more tightly than ever - carefully lower her hand away from the wound again.

You wince, swallowing tightly when you notice all the blood that has already managed to escape her.

“Fuck,” you strain, as she winces again, a pained expression on her face, but it isn’t just because of the wound this time; it’s because of what she can see it’s doing to you, too.

“Y/n,” she whispers, her voice raspier than it was before as you shake your head, not wanting her to waste her energy, as you carefully try and clean away the fresh blood, preparing to try and get the bullet out with your switchblade as carefully as you possibly can.

She tenses, eyes widening, as soon as you take the blade out, even shaking her head hastily, but you can’t let the bullet stay inside her.

You just can’t, as she tries to speak, and you’re carefully and as lightly as you can holding her in place to try and relax her even more somehow.

“Please,” she manages, and you can’t take it; you can’t take the pain and the fear in her voice, as you curse yourself for what you’re doing, but there’s nothing else you can do.

No doctor you can pay for.

This is the only way.

And you’d never hated yourself more for having this be the finalised option to keep her with you as best as you can somehow.

“There’s nothing else I can do, Cynth - I can’t get an actual doctor, okay? Besides, if we took any longer getting you to somewhere safe you might never keep enough blood to get through whatever their own method of treatment or whatever might be like, so please, Cynthy - I have to do this, now, or - or you’re going to die, a-and I-.. I can’t just let-.. let anything just-.. y’know-..”

You wince, quickly averting your gaze again, as her heart sinks, and her expression softens.

“You-.. you can do it, okay? Just-.. please, be - be careful, I-.. I don’t - I don’t know if I can-..”

She falls quiet, wincing again at another burst of pain from her shifting even just slightly - almost not at all.

“Cynthy-?”

You pry gently, and she nods softly to reassure you that she’s here; she’s still here; she isn’t going to leave you - not that easily, as you relax again, hands still trembling much too violently as you try and recompose yourself; try to steady your grip on the blade as you begin to try and dig the bullet out as carefully as you possibly can, trying not to make the wound worse for her as you eventually manage to secure a good grip on it, before sliding it upwards as she whimpers, crying softly down at the ground as she trembles under your attempts, and you hate yourself for each of them.

You hate yourself for making her cry like that.

Making her shake like that.

You can’t take it, as you finally get the bullet, alongside a couple of bits of shrapnel out of her wound, before throwing the remnants away so you can begin work on trying to clean it all up, her trying to stay awake as best as she can, as you whisper the softest reassurances and encouragements to her to try and keep her warm; to try and soothe her own nerves as much as your own as you take out only a small bit of string you’d been carrying with you in case of emergencies like this, alongside a bent needle you’d been trying to replace, before you got to work on trying to stitch her wound up with what little was left, before you tore off the lower-half of your own dirty tee so you could wrap it around her, managing just about to cover the wound, and tie it as securely as you could around her waist and slightly above that just in case it would be needed whatever the hell was coming next, if there was anything.

“Not too tight-?”

You inquire worriedly, and Cynthia shakes her head.

“Good,” you manage, voice close to a whisper; hardly there anymore, as you try and calm down a bit more, but it’s still hard to get your breathing pattern right after you’d come so close to almost losing her again.

“Thank you,” she strains, voice shaky, and weaker than you’d ever heard it before as your heart aches again, and heavier than it did before.

“I couldn’t just leave you to die like that,” you muse, “I wouldn’t do it even if it meant saving myself, Cynth. I just-.. I need you to know that, okay?”

Cynthia frowns, as she carefully glances over at you, barely able to even turn her head toward your own right now.

“Don’t,” she whispers, “please.”

You know what she means.

Of course you do.

You know her too well, by now, and she knows you too well.

Maybe even better than you know yourself, somehow.

You could see it in her eyes, too.

It was another way of saying something like: ‘please don’t get yourself killed for me, okay?’, and that was something you couldn’t ever agree to.

Whenever you thought about it, you felt worse than you did before; your life was nothing, compared to the way you’d always seen her’s.

It was settled, already.

You knew that - even if something managed to actually take you away from her side, leaving her to go on living - at least hopefully, she would have more ahead of her to be both dreading, and looking forward to.

More opportunities than you yourself could ever picture yourself having, and although it relaxed you to think about her being safe; being happy - actually happy, you didn’t sleep.

You couldn’t.

Not when you were still scared that maybe something could go wrong; maybe it would be the makeshift bandage breaking; the wound getting infected; her still losing too much blood due to the weak stitching.

You weren’t sure.

But you couldn’t let yourself drift off when you knew the pot was still boiling, and her survival wasn’t completely guaranteed just yet.

Not until the next morning, anyway, when she finally woke up, finding you in tears again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Cynthia Hammond Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.1k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Violence & Injury, Psychological Trauma, Threat of Death/Mauling, Mentions of Past Abuse & Abandonment Trauma, Emotional Distress, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Trauma Recovery, Creature Horror/Body Horror (Mild), Emotional Hurt/Comfort - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Blood Spill/They’ll Always Come Back

You were half-asleep, head on Angela’s shoulder as you breathe slowly, heart racing, but softer than it ever had before as she keeps you close to her, pressing the softest kiss to the side of your head again.

It evens out your breathing more, just to feel it there.

It does wonders, until you hear the first growl.

You jolt slightly, breath hitching, as Angela whimpers faintly beside you, looking around her, until her gaze falls upon the window a few paces away from the both of you.

“Angela-?”

You whisper, voice half-trembling, half firm.

You need to keep your composure; you can’t let yourself crack - not right now.

Not when she could be in danger of getting hurt, killed, or even pushed to flee from you again.

She doesn’t respond to your soft voicing of her name, eyes lingering on the boards covering the window as she hugs herself tightly, lips trembling faintly as you follow her gaze, and that’s when the first thump strikes.

It almost knocks one of the weaker looking boards clean off.

Dust flies off of the protection as you desperately hold her close to you, and she clings onto you even tighter as she whimpers again even fainter this time, pressing her face into your left shoulder.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, as softly as you can, but part of you knows you’re lying, and you hate yourself for it, as you keep your fingers hovering just beside the knife she’d given up to you as you prepare to remove it from the makeshift sheath you’d prepared for it if needs be.

“Y/n-”

“I know, Ange - I know,” you coo, as you tensely wait for the next thump, if another’s due, and that’s when the first board comes down.

You’re really trying not to panic, now; you can hear the excessive sound of panting outside the window and you can only think of one thing.

The dogs have found you both again.

“Shit,” you whisper, unable to stop it, as you carefully help her up off of the ground, before rushing toward the kitchen, and wishing that you’d picked up any possible supplies before the both of you had timidly decided to settle back down like you did before. “No - fuck, no,” you strain shakily, as you look through each of the drawers, relaxing when you at least find another couple of syringes, a half-packet of okay looking biscuits, and another small piece of bandage roll.

It’s enough.

It should be enough.

But you’re paranoid.

Extra paranoid.

“No,” you continue faintly as you open the last drawer - there’s nothing in it.

Of course there isn’t.

So you decide to check the bathroom.

The other small spaces.

One health bottle.

Just one.

You wince, hearing another worrying thump.

Another board coming down.

You remembered there being three covering up the window in a quite trashy manner.

Two had been knocked down, so far.

There’s one to go.

“I think we’ve got all we can here,” you muse, voice tenser than it was before, but Angela is distracted, still looking toward the window sending endless shivers down your spine again. “We’re okay - A-Angela, look at me - we’re going to be okay, we just need to-”

Another board down.

The window’s exposed, and you can already feel the drift entering the room.

“No-!”

You cry, as the first dog jumps inside.

It’s teeth are bared, and just like it did with Clara, it looked toward Angela, and snarled violently, before making to lunge, but not before you’d got the knife out, and were already aiming it toward the dog’s neck.

The creature made a strange gurgling sound as blood poured down its throat, your hand shaking as you push it off of the blade, and it falls limp, you standing protectively in front of Angela as the next one comes through.

The next one’s flesh is even more mangy; more heavy-looking, as it slobbers upon its entry into the room, eyes dark, claws longer than the last one’s had been.

You carefully start easing yourself and Angela back toward the door you’d earlier come through together.

The puddle of blood was still staining the carpet where that threatening shadowy figure had been looming before.

You still remembered the pain on Angela’s face upon seeing it walking toward the both of you; it still made your heart ache to think that maybe it was something she remembered, after all this time.

“Stay behind me, no matter how many there are, okay?”

You strain, voice cracking occasionally as you keep your gaze glued upon the dog lingering before the both of you.

“I just - I need some time to think about where we’re going to go and what we’re going to do, just before we-”

Except the next dog was already lunging for you, and you hardly had enough time to think before it was gripping onto your wrist as you cried out in shock, it only managing to bite you before you stuck the blade into its side, Angela desperately trying to get it off of you as you cry, just for a faint moment as the dog staggers a few paces away, you clinging to your wrist as it bleeds against your palm.

Angela can’t let you get hurt again - she just can’t, as she hastily begins to rush you from the room before the dog can lunge itself again as the both of you barely make it out quick enough to slam the door in the creature’s face as the both of you lean heavily against it, clinging onto each other again as you wince at the pain ongoing, just wanting it to fade away as she gently holds your hand in her own, whispering soft words of encouragement and safety to you as best she can right now as you bury your face into her left shoulder, nodding tightly to try and reassure her you’re okay; that you’ll be able to move again soon as more than one of the creatures begin to slam themselves against the door whilst your chest aches heavily, and you don’t know what to do.

You can’t think clearly, no matter how desperate you are to do so as you whisper shaky apology after apology to her as the thumps slowly die down, and you’re not sure whether the dogs are still in there, or if they’re trying to find another way to get access to the both of you.

There’s more doors along this hallway.

At least one of them is wide open, and there’s nothing you can do to stop how another of the creatures; a more nimble one this time, manages to burst out into the hallway, and you almost feel lost again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄.” ☦︎︎

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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.1k!

Takes place after the events of the third season!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Past Abuse/Trauma References, PTSD Symptoms/Flashbacks, Fear of Abandonment/Emotional Vulnerability, Emotional Breakdowns & Trust Issues, Mild Sexual Tension/Emotional Intimacy, Healing After Trauma/Trauma-Informed Romance - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Sunday Dress/Keep it all Inside

“I’m glad we decided to come here first, rather than head back up to where home is, y’know? It’s been a little while since we last just sat here, and let the world go round.”

You wince, nodding tightly, as you pry your eyes back open again.

You weren’t sure why, but being close to the pond always made you sleepier than you were before.

A few steps away from it, and you’re usually fine, but a few contrasting steps toward it?

You’re half knocked out by whatever power it must have over you.

You exhale softly, content; this still felt like the only place you could really just lie back and forget everything, and with Leighton beside you, too?

You feel like maybe you’re even more normal than you yourself thought you were before.

Even if it’s only for a few minutes, or a couple of hours, as you subconsciously inch closer to her, wanting to feel her warmth more as you think about wrapping your arms around her, but you’re afraid of doing something wrong, as you instead keep your hands to yourself, your forehead lightly brushing her shoulder as you subconsciously breathe her in beside you, and you feel warm again.

“It’s great here, right?”

You corroborate, your voice sounding sleepier than you’d been intending it to, as you wince, getting flustered even before she giggles softly, noticing how tired you are.

“You’re knocked out, already? Jesus, Y/n - it’s not even been half an hour, yet,” she remarks, and you appear taken aback; it had definitely felt like it had been longer than that, but you guessed you had been drifting in and out of sleep for a little while, now.

Maybe the lines had blurred, just a bit.

You groan, as you try to push yourself up, but she lightly shakes her head as you strain out a half-formed version of the words ‘I’m up’, only for her to gently ease you back down, seeing as you’d been more comfortable being like that before.

“Why sit up when you’re probably just going to end up collapsing, anyway?”

She asks, before you can even try and protest against her previous action.

Your eyebrows furrow at her words, as you tentatively tilt your head, a mischievous glint forming in your eyes as you clear your throat a little, before managing to timidly coax your voice back out again.

“So, you want me to fall asleep, then?”

Leighton raises her eyebrows back at you, before shrugging nonchalantly as she smirks in your direction, even more so as you dramatically stretch, whispering back a soft ‘tidy’, as you let your eyes close, and you can just feel the way she’s pouting back over at you.

“Am I boring you that much?”

She teases, as you wince, mock-yawning, before clumsily making to coax your voice back out again.

“Sorry, I - I think I dozed off for a sec there; what did you say?”

Leighton can’t help the dramatic gasp that escapes her lips, as you giggle softly, almost uncontrollably, only for it to become harder to stop it when she begins tickling you, and you struggle uselessly in her grasp.

“You know what I said, baby; I can’t be boring you now, can I?”

“Leight-”

You manage between giggles, as she chuckles above you, and of course you had to be the one who accidentally struggled against her enough to get her to unintentionally fall on top of you, as she appears flustered, and you forget how to breathe again.

“Shit,” you whisper a little shakily, your voice close to a whisper, as you timidly avert your gaze, afraid of what she’ll think or if she’ll leave as you keep your head fading away from her own, your jaw tighter than it was before. “Sorry, I-.. I’m-.. I’m sorry. Leight, I-”

“N-No, it’s - hey, it’s okay; I was the one who started the tickling, to be fair,” she reassures you gently, as another soft smile begins to lightly play on her lips again, “besides, it’s not the first time we’ve landed on top or below each other, if you know what I mean.”

You’re blushing.

Already.

“Er - y-yeah. You’re - you’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-..”

You awkwardly clear your damned throat again.

“I didn’t want to spoil the moment like that, Leight, I just-.. can-.. do you want to-?”

“You’re not spoiling the moment,” she reassures you gently, and your breath stutters in your chest as you reluctantly glance back up at her again, “you never have, Y/n.”

She timidly lets the fingertips of her right hand delicately caress your cheek again.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, as your eyelids flutter a little, your head tilting toward her touch as you subconsciously glance down at her lips, before your gaze hastily flits away from her before it can linger too long anywhere where she or part of her is.

“We, erm-.. Leight, we-.. it’s getting late,” you murmur, and you hate how you can feel the dejection in her gaze again, “we should probably start heading back, right? O-Only if-.. if you want to, too. I just-.. I just think we should-”

“We only recently got here,” she muses, and your heart aches at how soft her voice is, “and - and if I know you as well as I at least think I do, you wouldn’t be so keen on wanting to leave. It’s just - you. Especially this place. We used to hang out here all the time, remember? And usually I’d have to be the one to try and encourage you to start making your way back with me. So-.. was-.. be honest with me, okay? Was it something I did?”

“Leight-”

You try gently, but she’s already making to continue, looking like she’s trying not to panic as she tries to speak again.

“Am - Y/n, am I - am I scaring you? Did - Did I-? Is it because I’m still-? Here, let me get up, I - I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped or - or anything like that, okay? Y/n-”

“Leight, stop,” you strain, and before she can even think or stop herself she’s letting her next thought slip from her lips as your eyes widen again.

“I’m not him. Y/n, I-.. I’m not-.. I could never hurt you like - like he did, I-.. shit,” she murmurs faintly, as tears threaten to run down her cheeks, you tenser than you were before as you wince, and look away before she can see the pain on your face still. “Y/n-”

“I know, Leight,” you manage, eventually, your voice hardly there, as you reluctantly look back up at her, the other’s eyes still trained on your’s as much as they can be, now, “I know. I promise you I do. You-.. I know you could never be-..”

Your voice cracks, then, as a shaky exhalation escapes you; it’s hard enough to think about it, let alone try and talk about it; about what happened.

About what he did.

But you didn’t think anything could hurt more than every time you got scared, and even knew that Leighton was fearing that you might one day see her the way you did him.

A monster.

A shadow around a deadly corner.

You don’t know what to say; don’t know how to make things better, as you instead turn your head, heart still feeling like it’s cracking, and much too easily behind your ribs again.

“You-.. Y/n, I love you - you-.. you know that, right? You know that I-?”

“Leight-”

“I just-.. Y/n, I can’t lose you, okay? I - I don’t ever want to make it so that you’re scared of me, too, I - can you please just tell me that you know that I - that - Y/n, that-”

“I love you, too,” you whisper shakily, hardly breathing regularly anymore as her breath stutters, alongside your’s, and her demeanour is relaxing as you glance back up at her, eyes wetter than they were before. “Leight, I-.. I’ve always loved you, okay? I-.. and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Look, I-.. I know that-.. that I get scared sometimes, I-.. and that when I have a nightmare, or - or have one of those episodes or panic attacks, I-.. I forget who - who you are, until-.. until it’s over, but-.. that - that doesn’t mean I could ever see you the way I saw him. The way I see him. I-.. you’ve never done anything to hurt me. Ever. I trust you. I swear I trust you, Leight. I’ve always trusted you, okay? Even - even after we-.. after we lost each other, for a little while, I-.. it didn’t mean that I stopped loving you, or trusting you, okay? Because I thought about you. Every damn day. You were always there. Even when the nightmares got bad - really bad, I-.. I thought about you, whenever I could, a-and I-.. I felt like I could actually breathe again. Just because of you. Sure, Aurora helped me, too, but-.. I think-.. I think you helped me more, and - and I can’t tell you how glad I am to still be here with you, even after everything, I-.. I love you, Leight. God, I love you, and I-.. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be able to be marrying you, even. Y’know, as - as long as - as you still want to too, I-.. Leight, I-”

“Always,” she whispers softly, as you falter, eyelids fluttering softly again.

“Always?”

You muse, and she nods, without hesitation, and you can’t explain the way your heart wildly thumps then.

“I’ll always want to marry you,” she repeats, and you relax again, smiling a little more sheepishly back up at her as she grins back down at you, unable to stop it - not that she could ever want to, as she carefully leans down to connect her forehead your’s, allowing you to somewhat playfully boop the tip of her nose with your’s as the both of you giggle softly together, the air feeling less tight around you both, now.

More free, almost.

It’s easier to breathe in, should you need to.

“That’s - that’s good; that’s always good,” you corroborate softly, “b-because - because I’ll always want to marry you, too. No matter what. It’ll only ever be you, Leight. That - that’s pretty much all I really know, now. Well, that, and a bunch of smaller stuff, but hey - this - this feels more important right now.”

“That, and finding a date to set the occasion up, huh?”

She adds, and you wince; you’d forgotten about it, almost, but she was right.

You just hadn’t found time to really talk to Aurora about when the occasion could be dated yet.

“Don’t worry; I’m working on it, just hang tight, okay? If you haven’t already, maybe you can even tell whoever you wanna tell about it, see if they can come too, maybe?”

Leighton raises her eyebrows, and you wince; you know that look all too well, now.

“You’ve already been telling people, haven’t you?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

She returns brightly, almost seductively, as you appear flustered again, quickly ducking your head a little, not that you could hide much of your face right now.

“Anyway, how about we do this? I can be there when you try and talk to Aurora about when the actual wedding can take place, and then we can see where we go from there, maybe - does - does that sound like a good plan, or-? I don’t mind, either way, I just - I want you to be comfortable, that’s all.”

“I am comfortable, Leight,” you reassure her gently, as you try and find the right words to try and say again. “I just-.. I guess I-.. it doesn’t matter. But sure, you can be there - how does tomorrow sound? I don’t think Aurora has a shift until quite late and Eva’s got some renovations going on tomorrow, so-.. I just figured maybe it might be a good time to be able to-”

“Tomorrow it is - besides, you already had me sold when you said that Eva’s got some renovations on; I’ll finally get to spend more time with you, then, huh?”

You can feel you’re beginning to blush again as you stammer a little, nodding softly, as she smiled warmly back at you, glad, before she carefully leans forward to press the softest kiss to your temple, as you falter, eyelids fluttering shut again for a moment as you revel in the feeling.

You don’t know how she always makes you feel so safe, but - here she is, anyway, despite everything, proving to you yet again that not everything is out to hurt you, you just need to get used to Aurora, still; to get past what happened, and how she escaped when you couldn’t before.

You were glad, though - of course you were.

You still had the both of them, and you felt a lot better than you ever really had before, you just never expected it to feel as good as this.

That was, until tomorrow came around, and way too fast again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.9k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Trauma & PTSD, Abuse (Implied), Low Self-Worth/Self-Blame, Mental Health Struggles, Violence/Creature Threat (Mild), Survival Tension - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

The Dogs/Peace Isn’t Easy Here

You’re on edge a lot longer than you were before.

Your fingers wouldn’t stop trembling, even as Angela lightly held onto them, keeping her gaze low as she did for fear of making the wrong move, as she instead avoids looking over at you at all for at least half an hour or so, before you can bring yourself to try and coax your voice back out.

“I wasted time getting scared like that, didn’t I?”

You manage, as Angela’s heart sinks for a moment as her breath catches slightly upon hearing your voice again.

“What time? This place doesn’t change depending on how long we stay here - at least I - I don’t think it does.”

You falter for a moment, thinking about it, as you nod tightly, jaw briefly tensing again.

“I guess that would explain why it always looks miserable outside, no matter what time of day it could be, huh?”

Angela nods quietly again, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to think of something else to say, not wanting the silence to keep on falling like this, the way it is, now.

“I’ll try and look around for things we can use in a bit, I just-.. y-yeah-.. I just need to-..”

You wince, as you fall quiet again, rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand, as your heart beats uncomfortably against your ribcage.

You don’t know if you’ve ever really been this lost for words before.

“You don’t have to do it today,” Angela manages, eventually, eyes soft and so incredibly warm as your lungs fail you yet again, and you can’t help the smile still playing on your lips somehow.

“Today? I thought you said something about-”

She falters, eyelids fluttering in a flustered manner as her breath stutters a little, before she hastily looks away, and tries to recompose herself as quickly as she can again.

“I-.. you - you know what I-.. okay, fine - maybe-.. maybe I forgot-.. I just-.. I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice briefly cracking as you tilt your head partially back at her, and - as gently as you can - even squeeze her hand a little to try and soothe her alarmed nerves somehow.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you manage softly, “Angela-”

“I-.. I just-.. it doesn’t matter, I just-.. I want to be - be better for you, I guess.”

You tense up slightly, before hastily shaking your head as you gently voice her name, before trying to continue as best as you can then.

“You don’t need to be better for me. I love you, Angela - I don’t want you to be a different person. I want - I just want you to be you. Just you. You are perfect, okay? You always have been. What they - what they did doesn’t define you, okay? It - it doesn’t mean that-..”

Your voice fails you much too easily again.

It even makes your heart feel like it’s breaking, seeing her looking at you the way she is, now.

You almost can’t take it; almost feel like you could just curl up and die right there, but you can’t let her go on alone; can’t risk letting anything happen to her, as you timidly shift just slightly closer, your left leg brushing her right one just slightly as she falters at the touch, trying to fight back a faint whimper as you worry that maybe you’ve made the wrong move again, as you make to withdraw, only for her to lean a little further against you as your breath stutters, and you smile fondly back at her.

She even lightly rests her head on your shoulder again, eyelids half-shut as she revels in the moment alongside you, before she timidly glances back up at you, and her eyes are full of something bright you weren’t sure you’d ever really seen before.

“I-.. I think that - I think you are perfect, too, Y/n,” she manages, her voice close to a soft whisper as your smile so easily returns as your heart skips yet another beat again. “I always have,” she coos, averting her gaze a little again as she timidly clears her throat, and you’re timidly glancing back down at her.

You can’t believe she’s still here with you.

Still trying.

It makes you ache in more ways than just one.

It always has.

“That’s, erm - nobody’s ever really-.. I-.. a-anyway, er - we-.. god, I love you - I’m sorry, I -

I just-.. I just need you to hear it, Angela, I-.. I just need you to know that I-”

Her grip lightly tightens on your hand as she gently squeezes it back again to try and soothe your own too reactive nerves a little.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and your heart warms again as another faintly shuddery exhalation escapes you, before you’re timidly letting your gaze fall back upon her as she turns her head slightly to press a kiss to your shoulder, and your heart is pounding too fast again.

You don’t know how she so easily has this effect on you all the time, but you do know that you don’t ever want it to stop; you don’t ever want to lose her, as you timidly rest your head against her own as lightly as you can, focusing on the sound of her now softer and still slightly shallower breathing pattern as she tries to keep up with her heart beat, and you your’s still.

“I love you, too.”

And there’s no way you’re going to be able to catch up with the way it’s racing, now.

“You - so, you do still-?”

As you wince, hastily shutting yourself up as she lifts her eyebrows back at you a little, appearing slightly puzzled for a moment, as she can’t help, but grin sheepishly back at you, and she doesn’t know if she’s ever smiled this brightly before.

“Of course I do, silly - why would you ever think that I-?”

She falters, again, awkwardly clearing her throat, as she looks like she wants to apologise again, only to stop herself before she can as she quickly bows her head, and you breath stutters again.

You don’t know how it’s possible that she’s continuously making you admire her every time you look over at her as you timidly squeeze her hand, and she soon relaxes against you.

“Hey, erm - would you - maybe-.. would you maybe want to just-.. I don’t know, I just-.. if-.. if you don’t want to talk about-.. you, erm - you can talk to me about anything, okay? Anything you want - it can be stupid; it can be serious - I just want to talk to you, okay? Just - just you. At least for a bit, but - but if you don’t want - if you don’t want to, that - that’s fine, too, I-.. of course it is - just - Angela, just tell me if-”

“We can talk,” she manages, her voice verging on drifting into another faint whisper as you easily relax again, expression softening as you allow another faint shaky breath of relief to escape through your lips, before you smile timidly back at her, and are lovingly as well as delicately relocating a stray few strands of her hair back behind her ear so you can see her eyes better as she smiles softly back at you, and is lovingly holding you even closer again.

Things felt better, like this.

They always did.

You sigh, content, before trying to speak again.

“Sounds good - so, what - what would you maybe like to talk about, this time around?”

Angela hesitates, thinking about it a moment as she shrugs lightly, not sure, before her eyes widen brightly a little.

“What - what do you think maybe - about - about what we-.. about what we can do, when - if we ever find a way out of here?”

You falter, just a little, evidently surprised by the question, but it still made you feel warm inside to know that she was still thinking about a future with you, the way she was, then.

“I-.. well, I’ve - I’ve thought about a number of things. We could - we could try and get a place for ourselves, for starters; try and find work, maybe? Anything else I’ve thought about has - has just been-.. y-yeah. Is there - anything you had in mind? We - we could always try to-”

“A dog,” she murmurs, almost muses, voice sounding slightly more distant than it did before; more thoughtful, “just-.. if - if you’d - I don’t want you to feel like-”

“I think a dog would be a great idea,” you reassure her gently, as she relaxes again, heart stuttering as she glances back up at you, and smiles even softer than she did before somehow. “Would a cat be crossing the line if we added one of those, too?”

You inquire a little more nervously, as well as tentatively, testing the waters a little as she raises her eyebrows again, but her expression is still soft, and eyes even softer as she gently shakes her head, and her voice sounds out again.

“A cat could work,” she reassures you gently, “I-.. I’ve always wondered what it would be like, maybe - if we-.. my father, he - he hated stuff like that. Mama, too. They-.. besides, they wouldn’t want to listen to me, anyway. All they ever did was-..”

Her voice cracks a little, as she shrugs heavily, trying not to think about it anymore as she instead bows her head, eyes a bit glassier than they had been before.

“I-.. sorry. I’m-.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking about them so much, I just-.. sometimes, I-.. I guess I just think about-..”

Your heart sinks again as you delicately shake your head, not wanting her to feel like she has to apologise for anything about what they said, and did, either.

“It’s okay,” you coo softly, and she is hesitant to look back up at you, for a moment, before you manage to coax your voice back out again. “Angela, you-.. you’re not doing anything wrong, okay? You never have. Thinking about them is - is just-.. well - sadly, normal, I guess, after-.. I think about things I don’t want to think about, too. It just happens - it doesn’t make you a bad person, or - or even wrong - I promise you it doesn’t. You - you know that that’s true, right? Angela-”

She’s hesitant for a moment, but still she tries, as she nods tightly, and manages to speak again.

“Y-Yeah, I-.. I do - I guess. I just-.. I don’t want them in my head anymore.”

Your heart sinks even further, at that, as you nod, tightly.

You understand that feeling more than you can even say, and you don’t want to, but you do.

Of course you do, and it hurts.

Of course it hurts, but you knows there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Well, almost nothing, as you carefully ease her closer into a soft cradle-like embrace whilst she hesitantly allows herself to relax into it faster than she did before as she presses her face softly into the crook of your neck, and there’s nothing more that needs to be said.

Not yet.

At least there’s peace, or something like it, until the rabid and somewhat unusual fleshy dog like creatures start to come back again.

Not through the doors.

Not through the hallways, but through the boarded up windows again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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A Cynthia Hammond (an OC) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.6k!

Cynthia’s Face-Claim = Reneé Rapp (mainly as herself or - occasionally - other characters as long as they suit the moment in regard to pictures I use for this idea!)

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Distress/Breakdowns, Betrayal/Guilt/Regret, Family Conflict & Manipulation (Especially Parental Control), Mentions of Violence/Implied Physical Assault (Blunt Head Trauma), Systemic Oppression/Social Marginalisation, Self-Worth Struggles & Abandonment Fears, Mentions of Fleeing/Being Pursued by Authorities, Verbal/Emotional Abuse from a Parent Figure, Survivor’s Guilt - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

The Meaning of Safety/Love Still True

When you began to stir, your head was still throbbing.

You winced, as you tried to move; tried to open your eyes, only to have your vision still swimming as you groan, and let your eyelids shut tightly over your orbs again.

This was the worst you’d felt in years.

Not even a tremendous amount of alcohol could leave you feeling this numb.

This weak.

And yet, you still can’t help, but wonder what Cynthia might be doing now.

Your breath stutters in your chest, and that’s when you hear it.

A few shuffling footsteps - little footfalls, they were, not as heavy as you thought they might be.

For a moment, you wonder if you’ve already been robbed of what little you’d had left before.

It didn’t matter, not when you thought you’d lost the only good thing that had ever really happened to you.

Well, you thought you had.

You wince, feeling little, but stubby finger lightly poke your left eyelid as you jolt slightly, an excited batch of giggles rings out around you as you groan again; it’s way too early for you to be dealing with this sort of thing, whatever this was.

“Shit,” you strain, and whoever this group is starts laughing again, as you open your eyes, and your vision is just slightly clearer than it had been before.

Children.

You were surrounded by children.

You grunted, your first thought immediately being to run off, until you sit up, and falter when you notice that Cynthia is still there; still here with you.

Even after what had happened before.

You don’t realise you’re holding in a sharp breath, until you let it slip out as she cautiously approaches your side again.

“Cynth,” you whisper, voice hardly there anymore as it struggles through your throat, heart pounding even more as Cynthia crouches down beside you, and you’re struggling not to just give in and hold her close to you. “I-.. I didn’t think you’d be-”

“Not at home? Still wasting my time on you, just for you to try and throw me back to where I came from like some shit wrapped up in some cheap paper, maybe?”

You falter, a pained expression on your face as you avert your gaze a little.

You had it coming; even you knew that much.

The silence that follows is unbearable, but it doesn’t last for long, as Cynthia sighs heavily, before carefully managing to coax her voice back out again.

“I’ve got nowhere else to be, now.”

You hesitate, before carefully glancing back up at her.

“That’s not true,” you murmur, prompting her to grunt as she looks back at you, and tentatively tilts her head again.

“Oh, really? So, you’re still trying - even now; even after what happened, back there, to convince me to leave you? To convince me to go back home? Anywhere that isn’t remotely close to you would be just fine, huh? Wouldn’t you say so yourself? Considering you were the one who fucked us like that, how long have you not wanted me here with you? Because that’s what it’s starting to feel like for me, now. It feels like - like you don’t want me here; like-.. like you-.. maybe you never did. Did you?”

You freeze up, slightly, your heart aching as your lips move silently, before you bow your head again.

“You know I want you around. Cynth, you-.. I’ve always-..”

Your voice cracks, before you can continue, leaving her space to cut back in again, albeit in a broken and painful manner still.

“Then why, Y/n? Why did you alert the authorities about us? My dad, of all people, too? Why would you even think to-?”

“Because you don’t belong out here,” you utter, unable to hold it back anymore as you look back up at her, and your breath catches when you notice her eyes filling with tears again. “At least I-.. I thought you didn’t, okay? Not until you-..”

Cynthia’s eyebrows furrow a little, before she shifts just slightly on the ground so she can carefully reach for your closest hand again.

“So-.. you do think I belong out here, now? Or did you change your mind again, in that time?”

You hesitate, glancing down at your and her joint hands as you try and coax your voice back out, though you’re not entirely sure why you’re even trying anymore, afraid of just as easily ending up making things worse between you both again.

“I just-.. it’s not that I don’t think you-.. not anymore, I just-.. it’s that you aren’t safe here, okay? You just aren’t. None of us are, but - but it’s you who matters most to me. Cynth, you - it’s you who has always been-.. I can’t be the reason why you get hurt, okay? I can’t let anything happen to you. That was basically why I thought I-.. why I guess I thought I was doing a good thing by letting them take me, a-and getting you home safely, but-.. but even that went wrong, just like - like everything else seems to, so-..”

The silence falls again.

It’s heavier and more uncomfortable than it had been before.

You just want to hear her soft voice again.

Except when you do, all it does is make your chest ache more excruciatingly than it did before as she posed on you a question, and you completely faltered just like you did earlier somehow.

“Do you even think there’s a place we can be happy together in anymore? Or have you given up on that, too?”

You wince, shaking your head a little as you try and find the right words to say, especially when the pain has easily begun to return to her beautiful grey-ish blue orbs again.

You can’t stand it.

You just can’t.

You carefully reach for her with your free hand and arm, but she moves a little further back, her other hand still not releasing your’s regardless as she waits for you to answer her, and your expression crumples for a moment.

You don’t know why she’s even still bothering with you, as you try and continue to lightly coax your voice back out for her again.

“I never gave up hoping, Cynth. I-.. I just-.. I want you to be happy, okay? Safe, so-.. I-.. I just-.. y’know. That was why I-.. I don’t want anything to happen to you, okay? I can’t - Cynthy, I can’t just-”

“How many times do I have to tell you that nothing is going to happen to me? It never will. I love you, Y/n, okay? I don’t want to lose you; I’ve never wanted-..”

As she sighs, a shaky exhalation escaping her as your heart skips a beat, and you just wish somehow that you can be better for her as you dejectedly nod your head, not sure what to say for fear of just doing something wrong again.

“Just-.. tell me something, and only then will I make a decision, okay? Will - Will you do that for me, at least?”

“Anything,” you whisper shakily, “Cynthy, I - I’d do anything for you-..”

Cynthia nods tightly, her jaw tense, before she draws in a barely audible shaky breath, and gesticulates for you to inch closer just slightly as you do exactly that without hesitation, and she relaxes as she makes to continue, and your breath stutters again.

“Then-.. tell me if - if you do, or don’t still love me, okay? If you do, I’ll stay, and we can keep moving; keep - keep searching, but-.. if you don’t-” - as her voice lightly fails her, before she continues even softer somehow - “then I’ll leave, and we won’t ever have to see or speak to each other again - does - does that sound okay a-and maybe even fair to you, too?”

You hesitate, though you aren’t sure why.

You guess part of you is still scared of what could be waiting on the horizon as you draw a shaky, but faint breath back in, but above the fear you can’t deny that you do still love her.

You always have.

Your heart stutters, as you carefully take her other hand within your free one so you can gently squeeze the both of them together, before you let your gaze finally meet her own again as you nod softly, and you know you have to do this, now.

“I love you - Cynthy, you know I love you; I always have, I-.. I - I always-.. since we first met, e-even, I-.. I just-.. I want you to be happy, and if you’re happy with me - really happy to stay with me, I-.. then I’m more than happy to keep moving with you, okay? I just really don’t want you to get yourself hurt and maybe even killed for me, Cynthy, I-”

“Well, it’s like I said before - as long as I’m with you, I’m safe; I know I am - nothing can take me away from you, I promise you it can’t. Just ask the people here, and they’ll tell you what happened. They saw, and they helped, Y/n. Without them, maybe we’d - maybe we’d both even be-.. but I tried to get you out of there. To keep my dad away from you. To keep those men away from you, okay? Of course I did. And guess what? We got away, just fine. We’re still here. Despite everything. They can’t stop us like they want to, Y/n - you just need to trust not only me, but yourself, too. S-So - what do you say? Do you think we should settle here for the night, get talking to the people who helped us out, maybe, before we leave tomorrow in the morning maybe? I don’t mind, Y/n, I - I just want you to be able to-”

“That sounds like a good enough plan to me,” you reassure her gently, as her expression softens, and she smiles back at you, before you return the gesture as she offers you her free hand again, and the two of you prepare to talk to your life-saving locals as carefully and respectfully as the both of you can together.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Cynthia Hammond Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.8k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Trauma Flashbacks/Intrusive Memories, Implied/Referenced Homophobia & Rejection from Family, Parental Emotional Abuse, Emotional Breakdown/Dissociation, Panic Response/Hyper-Vigilance, Mentions of Violence/Previous Abuse (Implied), Monsters/Body Horror (Mild Description), PTSD Symptoms (Startle Response & Guilt & Freeze Reaction), Implied Grief/Loss of a Past Partner, Suicidal Ideation (Subtle Emotional Context & Not Explicit), Fear of Abandonment/Fear of Harming Loved Ones, Emotional Vulnerability in Romantic Relationships - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Room 201/Better Here Than There

You hardly notice how quiet you’ve been, when both you and Angela reach the middle of the staircase, and the first set of double doors leading out onto the second floor of the building again.

You remember being here.

You don’t want to, but you do.

You guess that’s just the way it is as you warily make to turn and make sure Angela’s okay beside you only to find her already timidly glancing back at you as you falter, stammering a little as you bow your head, and she hastily averts her gaze again.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, and you frown, lightly shaking your head as you timidly glance back up at her, heart beating way too fast against your almost too weak feeling ribcage.

“Don’t - don’t worry about it,” you manage, and she relaxes, just slightly, expression softening as she reluctantly looks back up at you, just for a brief moment, before she looks away again, not sure why she feels so nervous and unstable all of a sudden. “Are-.. are you ready to go through? We - we don’t have to, I mean - we can probably even go back to 106, we - I’m happy, either way, I - I just-.. I don’t want you to feel like-”

“We can go through,” she reassures, as you fall quiet, demeanour softening as you nod faintly, waiting for a brief moment, before you approach the doors, leaving space for her to change her mind even as you slowly begin to ease them open, her tensing up beside you as you stop in the doorway, and your breath catches again.

It’s familiar.

Way too familiar.

You almost step back, but manage to avoid doing so as you faintly shake your head, hands for a moment lightly balling into fists as you try and recompose yourself, only for snatches of Clara’s voice to sound out in your head yet again as you wince, and hastily bow your head against them.

It hurts.

You can’t deny it hurts, as you struggle to fight back your tears with each whisper that comes again.

There were musings like-

“My mom is going to be so thrilled when I bring you home as my ‘significant other’ for the first time.”

Doubtful replies - reminders of her own voice like-

“I’m still not sure if - if this is a good idea, or-.. I mean, your mom is hella awkward around me. But I’ll try and keep things as light as I can - always for you, okay?”

You wince, wondering why you’d agreed so easily given your knowledge, and your more intensified fears, at the time.

You’d known it would probably go wrong.

Of course you had.

You’d just wanted to try and fix things; to try and do everything you could for her, and yet all you did was make things worse by agreeing to her reckless idea that her parents would be able to accept the both of you being together, when all they’d ever done was - like most people at the time - either been hesitant about it, or completely discouraging about the whole thing.

Your parents had been the same - it was why you’d never told them about how you felt about Clara; about other women, too, over the years.

You knew what they’d say.

How they’d be.

And yet they still found out anyway - of course they did.

You’d not known what else you could do to get away.

You’d never seen them that angry.

So you’d just run off, and stayed wherever else you could.

You remembered you’d got an apartment briefly in the Woodside complex; Clara had briefly got one here.

Room 111, you recalled.

You didn’t want to think about what happened in there - not yet, so you awkwardly cleared your throat, feeling rougher than you did before - more worn, until you lightly feel Angela’s fingertips brushing your’s as you falter again, breath stuttering as you looked back over at her, and she didn’t dare let her gaze meet your’s again as she kept her head low, again not sure why as she looked toward the first room on this floor; the closest, before reluctantly easing herself toward it as you follow behind, wanting to stay as close as you can without scaring her away or making her feel uncomfortable again as she hesitantly tries the handle, and it budges beneath her hand.

You tense up, just for a brief moment, as she presses the door open, looks inside for the briefest of moments to make sure the space isn’t immediately dangerous to walk into as she tightly takes a step forward, and you begin to panic again.

It starts with a shallower hiss of something breath-like than the weird needle-insects do.

More subtle, even.

Maybe you wouldn’t have noticed it, assuming maybe a draft had slipped into the room, until you noticed a glassy pair of eyes, almost hungry-looking, followed by the sound of heavy and hasty stomps on wood and carpet as your own eyes widen, noticing the vaguely presented figure approaching from the dark of the space ahead as you swiftly withdraw the knife Angela had given up to you, so you can hastily ease her out of harm’s way, before instinctively raising the knife up and through the doorway just as the figure gets closer, but before the blade can dig into the figure’s hauntingly broad and looming body, there’s a horrible twisting sound; gut-wrenching, even, as you stagger back, watching the abomination taking place as blood - glinting in the darkness - falls to the ground below as the figure melts away, terror and disbelief in its eyes as your chest rises and falls too quickly, Angela whimpering faintly behind you as she shakes her head, eyebrows tilting upwards before the eyes go dark, and there’s nothing, but a wet stain on the ground where the thing used to be.

You don’t know what to say.

What to even think, as you glance reluctantly back toward Angela to make sure she hadn’t been hurt by it somehow as you carefully manage to voice her name, only for her to shake her head again, eyes wide with the fear and maybe something more as a result of what happened that worried you, in more ways than one.

“I - I’m sorry,” she strains out again shakily, her voice hardly there, as your heart sinks again; you can’t take seeing her like this, as you carefully reach for her, but it’s like she doesn’t recognise you again - at least for a few moments, as she staggers away from your offered embrace, and you’re terrified for a moment that maybe she’ll run again as your knees threaten to buckle beneath you with the same pain as last time as you hastily shake your head, eyes wider than they’ve ever been before as you silently plead for her to stay; to please just stay; to not disappear again as your heart throbs painfully, and your lungs tighten as she lingers for a moment, hardly breathing as she keeps her head low, eyebrows furrowing, but when she moves, she doesn’t run like you’re scared she will.

She inches closer to you.

Your breath stutters in your chest as you stay as still as you can, not wanting to scare her again as she stiffly looks up at you, before her gaze darts away again, and her lips move silently for a moment as she tries to find the right words to say, only to decide that they’re not needed right now as she instead inches ever closer, until you’re both reachable, but still you don’t dare reach out for her again as you wait for her to make the call she wants to make again as she then - after a brief moment of heavy and even perhaps intense silence between the both of you - takes one more step, before she reluctantly reaches out to rest her hands on your sides as you keep your head low, wondering if you should try and meet her gaze again as she carefully eases you closer to her, her arms lightly wrapping around you as you easily relax into her warmth, and her own breath stutters as she tentatively brushes her forehead against your left shoulder, until she feels comfortable to bury her face into the crook of your neck as you carefully return the hug, not tightly at all in case she wants to break free as she stiffens for a moment in response to the feeling of your own arms around her, before relaxing again as her eyelids flutter shut, and she softly breathes your sweet and warm scent in.

“Y/n,” she breathes, and a breath you’d not realised you’d been holding in until now shakily escapes through your lips again at the acknowledgment she makes; at the clarification that she still knows you.

That she still wants to be here, with you, whether she loves you, or not, still, as you whisper her name back as gently as you can, almost sounding like you’re worshiping it; worshiping her, as you kiss her shoulder as lightly as you can, too, relaxing her more than she can say as she stays there with you for a moments longer, before reluctantly shifting in your arms a little so she can glance back up at you, expression softer and more at ease than it was before as she timidly manages to lift her left hand up to rest upon your right shoulder as delicately as she can manage, before she leans forward a little - still somewhat apprehensively as if there’s still something trying to hold her back, carefully let her forehead meet your’s as her gaze locks with your own for a brief moment, or two.

You don’t know how there’s still so much you want to say, in such little time.

You can’t bring yourself to coax the words out, lost in her eyes again, as you softly clear your throat, trying not to let your gaze drop back down to her soft lips again.

Especially not when you remembered how it felt, the first time she’d kissed you the way she did, brief though the moment had been.

She seemed to be struggling, too, quickly averting her gaze again as you softly manage to voice her name once more, before carefully gesticulating toward the room still waiting to the left of you, words not needed still yet for the both of you to understand each other as she nods tightly, before letting you gently guide her inside before you close the door behind you both to ensure nothing can follow in after you, but it did nothing to soothe your worry that there might be something else already waiting inside as you stayed as close as you could to her, before hearing another of those hisses, as you jolt a little, except nothing turns up this time.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to have this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍.” ☦︎︎

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A Cynthia Hammond (an OC) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.7k!

Cynthia’s Face-Claim = Reneé Rapp (mainly as herself or - occasionally - other characters as long as they suit the moment in regard to pictures I use for this idea!)

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Manipulation & Psychological Abuse, Institutional & Systemic Oppression, Betrayal & Feelings of Self-Blame, Physical Violence (Blunt Force Trauma), Parental Abuse (Gaslighting & Coercion & Controlling Behaviour), Themes of Self-Worth & Hopelessness & Sacrifice, Implied Classism & Marginalisation, References to Past Trauma & Implied Violence - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Gone/Can’t Change it Now

You didn’t want to end up crying again.

Didn’t want her to see.

Didn’t want to scare her.

But you did.

Of course you did.

You’d said you would give yourself in to the authorities; you’d told them you’d lead Cynthia to where they told you to take her.

You hated yourself.

But you didn’t know if you could be sure that maybe things would work out, if you kept running with her.

If you kept searching for somewhere that would accept the both of you being happy together.

It hurt, more than you could say.

The authorities didn’t say if they’d kill you or not, by the time they took you in, but-.. you hoped maybe they’d just end it.

You couldn’t really picture being able to live much of a life without Cynthia beside you, anyway.

Even as you and Cynthia are walking slower than usual further down the hill, your heart continues to ache.

The guilt returns heavy, whilst the dread settles even more so.

You didn’t want the finality to be there, but it was, just not in the way you’d hoped it would be.

Today, you were on track to lose her, and it was all your fault - you knew it was.

You just hoped she’d be able to forgive you, but even if she didn’t, at least she’d be safer without you.

She’d be at home.

Further up the hill, where she should be.

This was no place for her to have to be - not for you, especially.

You don’t notice that she’s stopped walking beside you, at first, until she warily voices your name, and your heart stops beating again as you falter in place, before glancing back at her cautiously as you return the gesture, and she hesitates, before trying to coax her voice carefully back out again.

“I just - I-.. you’ve been quiet, and I-.. and I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but-.. I’m worried about you, okay? Of course I’m worried about you. Are you - are you sure you’re okay? That’s all I need to know - just, Y/n, please just tell me that you’re-”

And that’s when you hear them.

It starts with footfalls.

Cynthia tenses up as she worriedly looks toward the approaching group, and tenses up, her hands balling into fists - the authorities had sent a group just like they’d said they would.

You remembered why.

It was ‘just in case you got any ideas’.

But you were beyond hoping at this point, your heart pounding, and ears ringing, as you bow your head, hearing Cynthia shakily voicing your name as she reaches for your hand, only for you to lightly shake your head as you step away from her, apologetically glancing back up at her as her heart sinks, and you can see the slowly piecing together of fresh pain forming again in her glossy light blue-ish green and grey orbs.

You’re surprised you don’t just collapse, right then and there.

Part of you wants to; it can’t take the fact that you know you’ve hurt her, and are only making things worse by staying where you are as you swallow tightly, wanting to voice her name, when one of the assigned men grab you as you wince at the tightness of his grip, almost staggering back with it as Cynthia’s eyes widen; she doesn’t know what to do.

God, she doesn’t know what to do and you put her in this situation.

You did this.

And that’s when her father steps forward, meandering out of the small crowd of hypocritical security and voluntary officers again.

You half hoped one of them would try and stop this.

That they would go against his authority, but the group seemed pretty adamant to stay in place as they watched, too greedy for his money to want to try and fix what you’d done again.

You wished they’d just kill you now, but of course they didn’t; they wanted you to suffer, and you knew that was probably what you deserved anyway as you kept your head low, whilst you listened to her father starting to speak and just as falsely as you thought he would.

“Cynthy - god - thank god you’re okay; I was worried you’d get yourself killed out here, or - or ravaged by one of these dirty criminals,” he begins, as you tense up, scowling down at your hardly holding together pair of old shoes again.

It was better to have them on than go around without them, was something you’d always thought.

Your first friend had got them for you, too.

Before she’d been caught stealing a couple of tomatoes - one for her, one for you, and this was when you were younger, too.

You were hardly experienced with stealing.

Hardly able to fend for yourself.

You guessed you deserved it.

You didn’t know why your friend had even bothered with you, especially when she got taken away, and you’d never seen her again since what happened.

Your heart aches even as you think about it.

You’ll probably disappear too, just like she did.

One less vermin to worry about - that’s probably what they’re thinking, when they think about you.

People like you.

You half want to cry again, but you fight the tears back as best you can, not wanting to make things worse; not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing you broken.

You don’t want to hurt Cynthia anymore than you already had, either, so you try and stay composed, as you listen to them talking, feeling emptier than you ever really had before.

“Look at you - we’ll have to get you cleaned up when we get back home, huh? Come here-”

“No,” Cynthia strains, and your breath stutters as you look up at her, shaking your head a little.

“What did you say?”

Her father asked, already sounding angrier than he did before.

It didn’t phase Cynthia, and you couldn’t help the way you admired her, then, as she scowled back at him, jaw set, and eyes fierce as she glances back toward you, before reluctantly letting her gaze fall upon him again.

“I’m not going back there - I’m not staying here anymore. I’m going with Y/n. Away from this town; away from you.”

“You’d rather live a life of poverty, and violence? Really? You, Cynthia? Of all people? After everything me and your mother have had to do for you? I already don’t like the person you’re turning out to be, after less than a few days down here - come along, it seems we have a lot to do just to get you back on the right track again-”

But Cynthia is determined.

She takes another step back, eyebrows furrowing as he rolls his eyes, evidently more frustrated than he had been earlier.

You can’t help, but silently will her on, though you aren’t sure why when you’d been the one to get her into this situation as you curse yourself again, and avert your gaze back down to the ground a little.

You didn’t feel like you deserved to observe the situation; didn’t deserve to watch the way she was fighting back, still, even though you were sure she would have guessed already that you were giving up, and so easily.

Well, it probably looked easier than it was, to her, but you felt like a weighted stone with each breath you took as you tried to stay in place, worried still that you’d only make things worse if you tried to break out of their holds now.

“Look Cynthia, this is getting quite ridiculous, now - if you think we’re mad at you, or something - or whatever it is that’s making you want to somehow stay here, there’s nothing wrong at home, okay? And if the people down here have been trying to force you into believing things or doing things you really don’t want to do, then you can tell me - we’ll have them sorted out with just a few bits of cash and the whole thing will be done with, alright? We aren’t mad, Cynth - well, I know I’m not mad, I just thought you would have called if you got yourself into trouble, that’s all-”

“Nobody’s done anything to me, down here - you - you think they’re all bad people just because the system shuts them out, huh? Well they aren’t - it’s - it’s you, and people like you, who are the problem, okay? Not them. You could do so much more with your money to try and make things right, for once, but instead you and your asshole little friends just spend it on seeing others suffer - how the hell have you ever slept at night, huh? How? Can you even tell me? Do you even have the capability to provide an answer to that? No, you probably can’t-”

“Hold your horses, there, Cynthia - you never really gave me a chance to answer, did you?”

He begins, as Cynthia tenses back up again.

“You seem to be forgetting quite an important thing; you know how I sleep at night, Cynthia, because you have slept exactly like I have, haven’t you? You know how it feels to sleep in the safety of a home; your own bed, whilst the people out here have probably got nothing close to an idea about how it feels to have such comfort - either that, or they stupidly turned it down; abused the system - you don’t belong out here with them, Cynthia - come back home, and you’ll see that - you will know, and no-one out here like your little apparent ‘friend’ will be able to hurt you - I will make sure that they don’t, so I’ll ask you again. Are you prepared to come back home, now, where you really belong, or will you stay down here, and wallow in your self-pity and weakness and even a desire to harm just like her and her little friends do?”

You can’t help, but look back up at her.

You don’t even know why, your heart cracking in your chest; a split right down the middle - that’s what it almost felt like, when her gaze met your’s, and you wondered for a minute if she was going to accept his offer of returning to a life of comfort; no pain; no risk; no physical threats - not all the time, from what you’d heard, until she shook her head, and all you could feel when she said ‘no’, was the way your breath stuttered as you shakily voiced her name again, even trying to move toward her until you heard her cry out a warning as you felt something blunt colliding with the back of your head as your vision swam, and you were staggering back down onto the hard ground again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Cynthia Hammond Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.6k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Child Abuse (Implied & Referenced), Sexual Abuse/Incest (Implied), Emotional Manipulation & Psychological Trauma, PTSD Reactions/Panic Responses, Self-Worth Issues & Internalised Guilt, References to Suicidal Ideation/Self-Harm (Emotional Implications), C-PTSD Symptoms (Dissociation & Fear of Abandonment & Hyper-Vigilance), Mentions of Past Domestic Violence/Family Trauma - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

It Happened/Can’t Hide Away

You don’t know what to do, after that.

For a few moments you just freeze up.

You’re glued to the ground you’re half-pushing yourself up upon just to keep your gaze on her, worried that maybe she’ll disappear again if you look away, but she doesn’t move.

She just stays perched in place, shaking lightly as she whimpers, keeping her head low as she hunches over slightly, holding her legs to her chest again.

“Stop,” you hear her whine, as your heart sinks; you hate seeing her like this, as you carefully reach for her again, only to prompt her to jolt back as her eyes widen, glistening with unshed tears as she shuffles further away, and you feel more empty than you ever have before.

“Ange,” you strain, voice trembling faintly as she shakes her head, eyebrows furrowing as if she can’t work out who you are again; can’t see past the barrier in her head as she whimpers barely audibly, just wanting the pain of everything to go away somehow.

“I - I can’t,” she manages, eventually, shaking her head a little more numbly as you nod tightly, carefully shifting forward a little, and hastily raising your hands in surrender as she looks back up at you, alarmed, eyebrows tilting upwards a little the way they do when she’s thinking too hard, and expecting everything to try and hurt her again.

“Then - Then don’t - Angela, you - I - I’m not expecting anything from you, okay? I - I could never-.. just - please, don’t-”

“But-.. why? Why aren’t you-? They all said it - they said I deserved it, why - why wouldn’t you-?”

“They were all nothing, but liars, and assholes, Angela - you shouldn’t even bother thinking anything about what they told you, because none of it was true - I know it wasn’t; it - it could never be-..”

Her head is bowed again as she lightly shakes it, eyes closed tightly, and you want nothing, but to try and hold her again; to try and take the memories away, but you know better than to try and move just yet, as you continue to try and fight back the urge, heart beating way too fast again.

“You weren’t there,” she murmured, and you winced, before nodding your head as you shrug nonchalantly, determination still written upon your face despite the ache in your chest, pulsing violently against your ribcage.

“I didn’t have to be to know that what they all did to you was wrong. It all was. E-Even if you never really said what-.. I know what happened to you.”

She tenses up again, at that, a sharp breath escaping her as she looks back toward you, and you wonder - just for a brief second - if it had been a mistake to admit or even claim that you knew when she herself hadn’t really said much about her family, other than that they were emotionally manipulative, and some snatches regarding her father that made your skin crawl hatred, and pain, all at the same time.

But you thought you knew, now, from one of those dreams.

The dreams that helped you and Angela both to try and break the barrier between memory and reality; past, and present, despite everything the town had been trying to threaten you with and communicate to you somehow.

They’d never once lied, or failed you.

Except when you’d had to see the Angela you often saw in the same dreams die, in different ways, and several times over.

It was painful enough having to see her suffer like that; to be stuck in place as she disappears each time, and the dream fades out, but having to see her do stuff like that to herself?

It was almost enough to break you more than you could ever break yourself, and yet the only thing that stopped you from breaking down was the fact that when you woke up each time she was still there for you.

Still breathing.

Still close by.

Not running away again.

That being said, yes - you were sure you knew at least almost everything now.

Her mother, the liar.

Her father, the drunk and incestuous rapist.

Utter abuser.

Bullshitter.

Her brother, the bully.

The manipulative.

Your heart sinks as you think about it again.

As you think about them, and what they did to her.

“It wasn’t your fault, Angela - what - what they did, it - it could never be-”

“No-!”

She strains out sharply, as you falter, worried maybe you’ve crossed a line as you bow your head, a pained expression forming too easily on your face again.

“I’m sorry, Ange,” you murmur, as she breathes shakily; a little more shallowly, gaze still wide and wet as it remains locked upon you, even as you coax your voice back out, and she continues gently to cling to your every word, “but I can’t just sit here and say that they were right; that - that they-.. that you deserved what they did, when-.. Angela-.. I can’t just trust the word of anyone or just trust anyone who doesn’t absolutely love you, like - like I do. I just can’t. Especially not - not when I know that they-.. that they hurt you the way that they did, okay? So no, I’m not going to agree and say that they were right; that you deserved anything they gave you, because you didn’t. You never could. Angela-”

“Then-.. what do I deserve, if-.. if I don’t deserve what-.. what they-..?”

She asks, gaze averting for a brief moment as she looks back up at you, and your breath stutters again.

“More,” you breathe, first, as her eyebrows furrow, and she tilts her head partially back at you, “so much more.”

You shift slightly, but not enough to scare her away again.

“You deserve to be loved, Angela - not hurt, a-and I - that’s why I - well, partly why I’m still here; still bothering to try and breathe, just for you, I-.. I love you, Angela Orosco, okay? I loved you since I-.. and I’m sorry if - if all I’m doing is overwhelming you, b-because I - that’s not what I wanted to do - I could never just-”

“You don’t overwhelm me,” she interjects softly, voice just above a faint whisper, as you falter again, gaze timidly meeting her beautifully dark orbs like they did before, “he does. Y/n, you - you could never-”

Her voice cracks, as she winces, before tightly shaking her head, and averting her gaze away from your own again.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, as you shake your head, not wanting her to think she has to apologise to you when she hasn’t even done anything to hurt you whatsoever.

She never could.

You didn’t think you’d ever trusted someone this much with your life before.

Not like this.

Not even Clara could make you want to give yourself up like that, the way Angela does.

And just for her, too.

No matter what.

“It’s okay,” you reply softly, and her shoulders relax slightly as she looks back toward you, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her eyes that sparkly before.

Part of you wondered if it was just the tears, but another half of you couldn’t help, but think maybe it was more.

Maybe she was seeing you.

Truly seeing you.

More than anyone else ever had before.

More than you could even see yourself, too.

Your heart stutters, at the thought, before you awkwardly clear your throat, and timidly look away when you feel your cheeks heating up again, and faster than they ever had before.

“We, erm - we should probably have some food, before we head out again, right?”

Angela tenses for a moment, before she nods tightly, unable to stop how she remembers the next hallway, and the door at the end of the corridor.

You frown, when you notice the faint hint of worry on her face; the way her eyebrows tilt again, as her eyes grow cloudy with something distant, and your heart sinks just to see her like that as you gently voice her name, prompting her to jolt a little as the guilt faintly washes over you, before you try and coax your voice back out through the numbing pain of the fear of doing something to make her run away as you try and continue, her demeanour gradually relaxing as you went along again.

“We don’t have to go down there yet,” you whisper gently, and she falters in place again, “I promise you we don’t; hey, erm - why don’t we check out what’s upstairs, instead? I don’t want you to feel like-”

“Okay,” she manages faintly, her voice hardly there, as a shuddery breath escapes you, the relief intensely gripping you as you smile softly over at her, and carefully reach out to gently hold her closest hand again.

She’s hesitant, at first, to reach back, as if she’s having to relearn how to cope with this strange, but beautiful new feeling as she carefully lets her fingertips meet your’s, her eyelids fluttering for a moment as she then lets her hand slip over to rest on top of your offering as you carefully reach for the bag of supplies you’d both compiled together to pull out some of the remaining dry goods you’d both found in the last room as you share them out together, and try and hide the dread still settling in the depths of your stomach as you think about what’s to come, and what might be waiting for you both when you finally decide to move toward the staircase, and to navigate the first part of the second floor together with worried, but hopeful composures as best as you both can again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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