just-a-sleepy-idiot

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

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[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Billy & Stu Imagine: Finding out that Reader is attracted to Ghostface and taking advantage of that

The filthiest Smut I've ever written and probably will ever dare to post

Content/Warnings: Female Reader, NON/DUB-CON!!!, Pet names, Fear kink, Size kink, Slight exhibitionism, Double penetration, Oral (m receiving), Descriptions of murder, Reader is shy and a little naive in this, Probably a bit of unintended knife kink, Stu centric in the beginning

They haven’t noticed you much before besides from the sweet and kind appearance, the shy smiles you would give them when they happened to talk to you in school. You seemed like just another victim in a sea of clueless people.

They weren’t actively considering you, since you didn’t particularly stand out to them. The only class you shared that wasn't mandatory to the school program was the course about movie theory, that's why they could put a name to that face in the first place. Cause you also chose to mainly pick Horror movies for the analytic essays you were supposed to write for it.

But you happened to catch their attention because you caught them, or Stu to be specific, while they were fleeing the crime scene of their newest victim.

That idiot really didn’t see it coming, made a weird face as he was stumbling back at that- and he put up a fight. That made it even more satisfying for them. Seeing people like these hold their heads up high in the streets only to gurgle and grunt like a pig when they suffocated on their own blood was just too funny.

They didn’t want to take off the masks quite yet, too high from their kill. They both laughed a little, adrenaline cursing through them still. Billy tilted his head and walked around the body another time, imprinting the view in his mind for another time, Stu however felt like having some fresh air and exited the house first- pausing when he saw someone standing in the driveway. That person was you.

Your gaze shifted from him to the bloody knife in his hands, your mind was running. Ever since the killing spree started the town took action and stopped the sale from Costumes like these, because there were already enough people getting it to scare their peers with a copy of the killers costume. It was the middle of the night, there were no parties around that would explain a costume in the first place- and then the knife.. it wasn't the fake, bright red blood you saw in movies. It was dark and.. sticky on the blade. This.. this was real wasn't it? Slowly your expression turned into a panicked grimace, was this.. did he just..

But you didn't move a bit, didn't even try to fake some composition. Stu observed how tense your form became, how you gasped for air when you seemed to realize who you have encountered, what you have witnessed. But you didn't seem to be able to run.

Billy had noticed you too and lingered at the window so you didn’t see him yet, letting Stu get the kill for himself for a change. He recognized you in the dim streetlight, curious how this would go on about- you were one of the shy, sweet ones in their grade, Would you sob and beg or run? Judging from the way you were frozen to the spot you seemed to be incapacitated by the shock alone. An easy target, but why not.

"Are you.. did you just..?" Your voice broke, sweet sweet fear dripping from your voice as you stuttered. Stu nodded and wiped his knife clean of that guys blood in one swift motion, "Are you going to kill me too?" Stu nodded again and started to approach you, you stumbled one step back before you were frozen again, watching with widened eyes as he came closer. Stu slowed down a bit, why didn't you run away? You weren't just ignorant of the danger, or so stupid that this could be seen as confidence. You just froze.

Billy climbed out of the window to get a better look. What the hell were you doing?! It didn't make sense, it didn't fit the script. You were supposed to scream and run, begging that someone was around to help you.

Stu became confused himself as he slowed down, up to the moment he was just stood right in front of you. He was much taller than you were, eyeing you though the mask like a scared bunny that froze in the corner- even though all ends were open for you to run to.

But you just clutched your shirt and shut your eyes quickly when he stopped in front of you with raised shoulders. What.. were you doing, what was that supposed to do?? Stu send a quick look over his shoulder to Billy, before deciding he would give you some more motivation to run for your life. Stu leaned down to be eye to eye with you, puting the tip of the knife under your chin and slightly pushing it up so you had to look at him. You flinched and obliged, your cheeks were red from the tears that welled up but wouldn't spill, you squinted a little as it was hard not to sob. Stu snickered, he didn't knew you could do such a pretty face!

„You know you should really be running Bunny.“ He teased darkly but not without a hint of amusement. "But I'm nice so I will even give you another head start, sounds good?"

You looked so lost that it made him sigh with desire, you were so wreckable! He really wanted you to run now! Wanted to see you stumble stupidly and fall only for him to tower over you and have you struggle and tremble as the knife hit you.

You slightly shook your head, it made him tilt his head curiously. "Hmm what is it?" Stu picked up a strand of your hair and twirled it around his finger. „I can’t do it just.. just kill me now.“ Stu let go of your hair and made an annoyed, impatient noise. It was ruining the best bit! How unfair!

„Hmm.. You're really a joy kill you know that? I will let you go this time, but next time you better run because this pretty throat of yours is just too tempting!“ He said in a sing song, leaning forward so you gazed deep into the hollow dark eyes of the mask and were forced to lean back a little. Stu slowly let the knife sink down, but not without letting it graze you for a moment. Having you feel the promise he just made to you.

„O-Ok! Alright!“ You finally gained enough strength to move again, clumsily moving a few steps back without breaking eye contact with the mask- before quickly walking off with a distraught look on your face. Your steps echoed through the empty street for another moment. Billy now joined him on the driveway as well and pulled his mask down. So did Stu when they exchanged glances. You left a dissatisfied aftertaste within them..

„What the hell..“ Billy said with a frown. He normally wouldn’t have let anyone go, if Stu didn’t want to he would have ended it if it wasn’t for all of this. You were so accepting of your inferiority in that situation, and this face you made- it made him angry in a way. Why the hell didn’t you just run like anybody else? That's not how it was supposed to go, that not how it went in the movies. But somehow he also felt challenged, weren't you scared enough in that moment?

„Y/n.. huh?“ Stu seemed almost excited, if nonetheless confused. They decided to find out more about you, scope you out at school. Relish in the fear that you must still be feeling for the next weeks if not months to come to get back the satisfaction that you just robbed them of.

You were friends with Sidney so they had access to you without being suspicious the next day, joining in as you were in a group with her, Tatum and Sidney. Randy was the first to tell him what happened to you, earning stern glances from the girls. You were staring off a bit and biting your lip.

„Really? What did he look like?“ Stu asked upfront as always, curious if you picked up on anything about him despite your fear. He couldn’t help his broad smile, but that wasn’t even suspicious behavior from him. He was known for being goofy even in insensitive situations.

„He.. was very tall.“ You said, it made his smile widen. So you noticed that? „He sounded cheerful. And he smelled like blood and citrus.“

Tatum threw her hands up, „See, I have no idea why you remember that. He was tall? Citrus?“ Sidney shook her head, „Yes its unusual but it’s a unusual experience as well, one that not many people live to tell. We are just glad you are safe.“ You nodded and briefly smiled at Sidney. But.. it didn’t quite satisfy give them what they wanted from you. It wasn’t enough.

So they went to talk to you again as you were about to leave school. School was over so crowds of people were streaming out of the gates but Stu caught up to you in between everyone else and jumped to jog backwards in front of you. „Heyy Y/n!“ You looked up at him, those big eyes again- they made him stare for a second before continuing. „Would you come aside with me for a moment?“ You stopped walking and he put an arm around your shoulder, gently leading you away from the crowd to a bench under the tree that a few students just stood up from and left chatting.

Billy leaned against the tree, when he saw you coming he walked around the bench and took a seat on one side, Stu led you to sit in the middle between them, caging you in between them. You looked around between them in surprise and set your bag down, „Um.. Hi Billy. So, what do guys want to talk about with me?“ You looked from one to another.

Stu put an arm around you on the bench, Billy turned to talk to you now, instantly fixating you with his intense gaze. „We wanted to talk about what happened to you yesterday.“ Your eyes widened a bit, you slightly leaned forward to get your bag again. „But I don’t want to so..“ you made signs to stand up. „Stay.“ Billy‘s voice rang clearly, not loud but firm and you actually halted, and slowly set the bag down again. „Good girl.“ Billy said without stopping to look at you, and Stu smirked behind you as you were fixated on Billy now. How responsive.. you were well behaved at least, the dark haired one thought. A pleasant surprise.

„We were interested in how you felt during all of this.“ How you felt? It was a very unusual question for someone like Billy Loomis, he didn’t seem to be the type to be interested in something like that. You remembered that Billy was known for his special interest in Horror, was that why they asked? Cause you were the only survivor so far that talked to the Killer. He didn’t just attack you, you didn’t get away with a wound. You got away fully unscathed. That was a completely new aspect to the Woodsboro Murders.

„I.. was scared, of course.“ You said warily, but that didn’t help. „But why didn’t you run away??“ Billy asked with growing urgency, making you halt. „I froze!“ You defended yourself, „I knew that I didn’t have a chance even if I tried.“ Billy didn’t seem fully satisfied, even though he had the answer now. Stu played with your hair from the back, making you turn your head back at him for a moment. That was.. like yesterday. Billy‘s eyes fell on your neck as you did, what a fragile naive person..

„And you remember his height and smell.“ Billy noted, slightly narrowing his eyes as he didn’t understand how you could notice that of all things. Your head shot back at him and you blushed, „It doesn’t matter!“ You snapped at him, surprising both of them. „Thats just what stood out.“

Stu chimed in ironically, „Next to the mask, the knife and the blood?“ Billy fixated you for a moment. You were-

„Why are you blushing?“ He asked, and thats when Stu noticed too. „You are!“ You swallowed, your gaze became shifty as if you were trying to hide something. They both saw it. „I‘m not, thats just the panic coming up from yesterday. Now leave it be please..“ You stood up and took your bag, hurrying away to catch the bus. They watched you go. They wanted answers but in the end you confused them even more.

„They’re irritating me.“ Billy said calmly, frowning as he watched your figure disappear amongst the crowd. „Let‘s kill them.“

They continued to watch you for the next few days, but this time they went farther than just the school grounds. While the streets were still busy with other students on their way home they followed you to find out where you lived. It was so easy to follow you as long as they moved within the crowd, you didn't seem to suspect them at all.

In those few days they observed your behaviour. Watched you lending a different Horror movie DVD every day and bringing it back the next day after school. It seemed like you had a clear preference for Slasher movies, the subgenre in which there was almost always a masked killer or monstrosity that went rampant on a killing spree.

How, they wondered, could you watch something like that after what happened to you??

Your encounter with Ghostface was already in everyone's ear, so the other customers in the DVD Rental were surprised to find you wandering the Horror isle like always.

It didn't take long for them to find out what you were up to after stalking you for those few days, after school you would either way watch a Horror movie by yourself or with friends or you went to Babysit the Terrance Kid. That's why you were out in the night at that time, because you walked home from Babysitting.

Today was a night like this again, and they would get to do it right this time.

You just got done babysitting, the kids parents got home quite late. But they always compensated you well for staying after midnight and waiting for them to come back, so it was more than fine. You had tucked the kid in and read a book while waiting for the parents to return. After they came back home and paid you were on your way back through the suburbs of Woodborough. You were dipped in darkness, the cool night air made you inhale deeply.

Ever since the encounter with them you stopped walking the suburbs and chose the quicker route through the park. Sometimes there were still some teenagers out there or couples making out, in both cases someone could see you walk by and account for seeing you. If something were to happen to you there would be witnesses to your screams if that Killer tried to get a hold on you again here. From the park on there wasn't much left till home so it was the safest route despite being less illuminated than the sidewalk.

What you didn't account for when you made that choice this night was that there was a house party going on, so most of the people would be drawn to hang out there instead of the park- which is why they decided to kill you tonight. You didn't get wind of that party and chose the route again not knowing that the witnesses you expected to have weren't there. Tonight was perfect.

You entered the park and they followed you from either side, hiding alongside the bushes and trees. You were wearing a plaid skirt and a loose shirt, a few strands of hair kept falling in your face and when you put them back your eyes briefly glanced over to the side- spotting movement in the shadows. You paused, turning a bit to take a better look.

You have been walking through the park for a few minutes now.. why haven't you seen anyone around yet? You frowned as it dawned upon you that you haven't seen any other people on your walk yet, not noticing the tall figure approaching you from behind.

Suddenly, you were violently swept back, loosing hold under your feet for a moment as someone put their hand firmly over your mouth and pressed their arm around your stomach, making you kick your feet and claw at their arm. Your scream was muffled and you tried to get ground under your feet again- when Ghostface appeared in front of you and grabbed your legs as well, completely lifting you off the ground.

You were quickly taken away from the walking path, watched and screamed with eyes wide in panic as they dragged you behind the trees, behind the bushes. Your feet were let go, the grip on your waist strengthened as you were pressed against Stu's body. Tears spilled over the hand he had on your mouth, he could feel your body trembling against him. Billy sighed, excited, and drew his knife on you.

You tried looking back, seeing who was caging you and you let out another scream when you saw another Ghostface mask behind you. How could that be?! Didn't the Media talk about just one killer??

Billy drew his knife, "Now.. lift up her chin so I can see that pretty little throat." He instructed Stu, exposing your neck. He put the blade against the vulnerable skin, making your squirming stop as you were afraid to move against the blade.

"You really pissed me off last time you know? Why the hell weren't you trying to flee?" You muffled something, he nodded to Stu to let go of your mouth, "Don't you dare scream now or I will absolutely cut you open." You nodded, "Now, answer the question." He commanded.

„I..I just couldn’t..!“ You felt Stu‘s fingers slightly press into your stomach and flushed, pressing your legs together instinctively. He smelled like citrus, he must be the one who talked to you!

Billy got impatient, „You are fucking lying, you‘re blushing.“ He pointed out as evidence of your lie but you shook your head. Stu breathed down your neck through the mask, getting close to your ear, „C‘mon bunny answer.“ You got goosebumps from that, turning your head away with a soft gasp slipping your lips.

Billy was quiet for a moment, eyeing you sternly. You pressed your lips together, anxiously awaiting what was coming for you.

„You are enjoying this.“ You froze, feeling betrayed by the ticklish heat that cursed through your body. You.. no! You weren’t feeling anything!

Billy clicked his tongue at you, „No? Well then let’s check why don’t we?“ He stepped up to you and forced hands between your legs, rubbing his fingers over your underwear. You gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure jolt through you. Your legs trembled in the air looking for ground under your feet, but Stu wouldn’t let go.

„You’re wet.“ Billy stated, still agitated but not without a bit of amusement in his voice. „So you like being violated hm..?“ He hummed, Stu chuckled in excitement. „Do you like being our prey Y/n?“

They knew your name?? They knew who you were, but you had no idea who your assaulters were. The heat in your body was rising, you felt incredibly sensitive to their touch. The way the man behind you breathed and chuckled in your ear, the way his fingers grazed over your stomach. You were absolutely helpless to their will, no matter what it may be. You couldn’t tell if they were going to kill you or do something entirely else. It was driving you insane, and while you were scared for your life your body still reacted different from how you wanted it to act.

You felt this pulsing before when you first met in the driveway, you had tried to ignore it and brushed it off as the adrenaline but.. this time it was even worse.

Billy was annoyed by how he felt himself getting aroused by this. He didn’t want to desire you, he wasn’t a simple pervert. The thrill of killing was only thing he wanted, the release and the delicious screams of his victim set him off.

And yet.. you were so fucking helpless. And the way you were torn between hating and enjoying it played over your features so wonderfully. You triggered his Sadism in yet another way.

Stu was ecstatic to feel you squirm against him, not being able to free yourself from his grip no matter how hard you tried to kick or claw him. How could you possibly be so weak? He squeezed your stomach in an attempt to control himself when he caught himself thinking about how lovely you‘d look getting stuffed by him.

„Please..“ you cried, „Just let me go“

„Little Y/n expects us to just let her go?“ Stu mocked you with a giggle, he was condescending and yet he was so gentle when his hand slipped under your shirt and grazed over your skin.

„You don’t have the right to ask us for anything, you just take what we give you.“ Billy replied and gestured Stu to put you down. „Start filming.“ Stu pulled out his phone and put the camera on you. „W-What..“ you were confused, looking into the camera with your tear stained face.

„I know you can make better use of those lips than whining." He said and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you had to look up at him. "Unzip, now." He commanded, you hesitated. What.. were they doing to you now?? He pulled your hair a little more in a warning, you started to comply and opened his pants.

"Open up." He pulled down his boxers, freeing his already hardening dick. You complied with tears in your eyes before he pushed himself in your mouth and let out a sharp exhale, "Yes exactly. Like that." Stu chuckled at your muffled sounds, you started to claw at Billies pants which turned him on even more.

"Fuck." He cursed, he loved how helpless you looked up at him. He could keep going like this but he also wanted to be inside of you now. You felt heat pooling inside you, and eben though tears filled your eyes you couldn't help but feel so damn turned on. Sucking Ghost face off in his mask while being filmed, while being used. You shyly swirled your tongue against him and looked up at him while he has his hand firmly in your hair. You gagged a little but moaned, letting him guide you. He thrusted into you a few more times before letting you go- he needed to be inside you so badly. Stu adjusted himself over his pants and sighed, "That's so fucking hot Y/n, I bet you feel great."

Billy laughed, "Go on. Put it in her. There's space for too anyway."

Stu wouldn't let him say that twice. He bend down and heaved you up by wrapping his arms around you again, knowing just how weak your knees were now. He kissed your neck while at it, gently licking over the hot skin before turning you around and tilting his masked head at you. "Drop the panties for me, will you bunny?" Your lips were still glistening, you looked at him so flushed and drunk it was delightful. You hesitated, and Stu pulled you towards him by the waist and grabbed your butt. He already knew you wanted it, but what you apparently wanted more was for him to just take what he wanted. So he grabbed your panties below your skirt and just dropped them for you-

You gasped and before you knew it he freed his cock from his pants as well and lifted you up for you to wrap your legs around him in order not to fall. And considering how tall he was, that would be quite a fall.

He could just hold you with one arm, you were wondering where his other was, but then you felt it- felt the tip of his cock sliding through your wet folds in search for your entrance. You dug your nails further into him and moaned- he chuckled and slowly let himself sink into you, laugh soon replaced by a low grunt as he impaled your pussy with his dick. "Fuck.. this is it. God you're just perfect."

Your head fell back, but that was when you felt Billy grab your hips from behind. "You're not done yet." He probed your backside with his fingers, preparing you just for a moment before burrowing himself inside you as well.

"I can't wait anymore" Stu groaned, Billy agreed with him and both of them started to thrust, both at their own pace shaking you up. Your legs dangled in the air and you could just hold on for dear life while the two masked men roughly fucked you in the park.

"You're so tight, it's fucking amazing"

"It's like you're molded for us"

You felt them both so deep inside of you, you were unbearably wet from all of this. Having them cling onto you and bury themselves in you again and again made you feel like prey- it was terrifying and perfect all the same.

Billy slightly pulled up his mask from behind and his breath fanned over your shoulder, he now started to kiss up to your neck as well- clearly leaving hickeys as he did. He was marking you.

You could tell that you were close, your breath hitched and your legs tensed, Billy could tell as well by the way you shut your eyes as if in blissful agony. So his hand came around to find your clit, gently circling the nub and making you sigh with ecstasy. You couldn't help but beg for him to keep going, and he did- then suddenly, you tightened around them as pure bliss rolled over you and you felt them filling you up with their cum while at it.

Your legs relaxed, you needed to catch your breath and felt how the guy behind you retreated out of you. The tall guy stayed inside you a moment longer, relishing for another second how he just filled you to the brim.

He then let go as well, carefully setting you down on your feet again. But when it was clear that you couldn't immediately stand, Billy caught you in his arms, gently shushing you. "Shh.. Shh.." He sounded both caring and condescending at the same time. Stu came up behind you and pulled his mask up enough for him to tuck your hair away and kiss you on the head. "Never thought you'd be just as messed up as we are.. maybe we are meant to meet hmm?" Billy nodded, "You're perfect for us. There is no running away now. Not anymore."

They traced circles over your back and arm, when you could stand again they parted from you and backed away. "See you Y/n" Billy said, promising, and then they disappeared in-between the trees. You were still.. overwhelmed, but you couldn't deny how satisfied you were despite the fear that was still very much cursing through your veins. Were you scared to see them again or were you looking forward to it already?

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Anton Chigurh Drabble: Taking care of you after you've been shot

@thegutteddog AND YE SHALL BE HEARD + @detectiveapparatiagreen thank you 😘

Content/Warnings: Some making out, Based on the song ‘Tear you apart’ by She wants revenge, Definetly some size kink, Gender neutral Reader, Some implied Sadism and Reader being injured

If it were anyone but you, Anton wouldn't be far from throwing someone in the back of trunk a few hours into this new bodyguarding job. Looking out for the life of anyone else but himself was pretty much the opposite of what his line of work entailed. He tracked and discarded of his target, now he had to consider the needs of someone else- and his own more than ever too because you insisted that he ate and slept like a normal person.

If it were anyone but you, he wouldn't have felt a sense of urgency when you were shot. When you were paling and gasping for air as blood pooled on the white tiled floor beneath you.

You had been unconscious for 8 hours after he stitched you up. And when you awoke you were in such a frail state that it was immediately evident to him that traveling had just become much harder. If escaping the guys tasked to kill you qualified as travel. He was so used to treat others like livestock, like quickly noticed that simply manhandling you like luggage wouldn't do. Not if he wanted you back on your feet soon. Because besides a surprised sound you yelped in pain when he threw you over his shoulder because you couldn't walk yet, and you were visibly embarrased when you didn't manage to shower on your own a few days after, and did not ask him for help.

So he experimented with some.. gentle approaches, so to say. Anton noticed that you were still in pain by simply climbing into bed, and when he did, he made you pause without explanation and heaved you into his arms like a bride. Carefully, huffing while he took notice of the blush that spilled over your features. The way your eyes widened, but not with the fear that he aquatinted that expression with. It was surprisingly easy to lift you, and it would be so easy to hurt you, too. Part of him felt temptation crawling at his skin, but the drive to have you unharmed and intact.. protected, strangely enough they didn't contradict each other. They made him feel something entirely different. Wrecking you, messing with you, but gently.

He found that after that you felt more comfortable to ask him for help, even if accepting that help seemed to be an embarrassing process for you.

Like when you had troubles washing your hair without your body so no water would get to the bandages. When you asked for help he looked at you for a moment from the motel armchair he was sitting in and looking at a map. You were a dark contrast against the orange light behind you. You shyly took a step forward onto the velvet carpeted floor when you asked. He stood up and followed you in. The shower was too narrow for him to stand beside you and help, so he instructed you to sit at the edge with your back facing the shower. Anton then got the shampoo and the shower head, waiting for the temperature to be right before kneeling down in front of you. He straddled your stretched out legs and then proceeded to tilt your head back by gently grasping your hair. It made you gasp, quiet but audible enough for him to notice. There again was that feeling.

He helped you through it and then gave you a towel for your wet hair while he put everything in place. When you were finished up he once again helped you get into bed as many times before in the past week. Your warm breath fanned over his neck for a moment, when he gazed down at you you looked a bit tired. When he came back from the bathroom a bit after you were already asleep under the covers.

Anton sat down on the edge of the bed and looked out of the window. Contemplating which route was safest to take tomorrow, and which Motel would raise the least suspicion where you were headed. It was important to be more precautious now that you were injured, because during another encounter he couldn't count on you to run away anymore if needed.

You managed to get a head start over the next few days, traveling across state and putting them off enough to give you some time to focus on your rehabilitation. You even went to properly shop for some supplies with him in the city. You had to dispose of some clothes before because of the blood that now needed replacing, so you also got to experience the shopping version of Anton. Which was like regular Anton, but puzzled at why you were so adamant about the difference between baggy and boot cut jeans.

He was confused how his raised brow reaction made you laugh, too.

If it weren't for the assassin following you, this could have been the perfect outing. When he noticed him, he needed to improvise. You couldn't run or walk greater distances yet, hiding you until he took the guy out was the only choice- and that choice was limited to the immediate surroundings he could get you into. So he ended up ushering you into a club.

Dimmed colorful lights and a crowd with partying folks. Good enough. He paid some staff member off to get you a private booth, but when he was about to deposit you here and go, he noticed the assassin in the entrance area looking around. This place was to stuffed to do it here. It would neither be clean or witness free. And it was in way too close vicinity to you in his book.

Quick. He definitely knew how you looked, but wouldn't necessarily recognize him in the dark.

Anton sat down in the booth and swiftly grabbed your confused self by the waist, nearly lifting you off the ground when he places you to sit on his lap. That way your back was facing the crowd, and you looked like just another couple making out. He briefly explained his plan, and you nodded yes, despite how anxious it made you to know the killer was so close by and you would have your back turned to him.

Anton placed his other hand on your waist as well, his large hands seemed to engulf you with ease. His fingers slightly pressed into your sides the slightest bit, you flinched instinctively. Your body was incredibly responsive to just the slightest touch, he noticed that ever since the incident, but was made aware of it now specifically. It wasn't a negative reaction, he learned to differentiate it clearly from when you were in pain. You got goosebumps, he could see that despite the dark.

That guy came closer, way too close. You could see it in his gaze, because you then put your hands on his chest and shoulder and leaned in for him to pretend you were just one of the couples looking for privacy here. Anton caught onto what you were doing and leaned into you as well, tilting your head to the side to get access to your neck.

The way he presses his lips onto your neck is mechanical, just means to an end- Anton breathes in your scent and feels the heat radiating off of your body when you gasp. A scarce but familiar sound that still makes his fingers tingle from wanting to bury his hand in your hair. You tense a little yet somehow your head instinctively dips to offer him more of your tender skin. His grip around your waist tightens unconsciously as he goes on, yet he finds himself lingering, feeling your warmth and your pulse against his lips. Feeling how fast it goes makes him groan- this sensation was driving the part of his brain that needed to be alert and aware up the wall.

You were so vulnerable right now, it made him want to be rough right now. With all of your little reactions deliciously prodding at this desire, his kisses become more intense, trailing down your neck and over your shoulder. Your sighs turn into moans- he craves you now.

Only when you get approached by a waiter do you stop- and the killer is gone. Your chest is heaving, your eyes look at him as if it is hard to remain focus. Anton wants to pin you to this booth table in this very moment.

You leave through the backdoor together in case he is still somewhere in the front, Anton leads you through the crowd of partying people by going up front, when you reach the exit he holds open the door and leads you by the small of your back.

He now knew what it was that made him hold on for a moment longer when you looked up to him from below, what made him want to grip your hair and pick you up- and he wanted to fucking tear you apart.

Thank you for reading! Comment to let me know how you liked it

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Multifandom Preference: Being petite and very short compared to them // PT. 2

This is dedicated to the people who commented on part one: @robin-the-enby @maria-moll @agentfandom @whoneedtheyantonchigussyate @humanfleshismeat and @kennedyisityou

Content/Warnings: Once again kinda size kink coming through, might read a bit like objectification in some instances, Definitely some Sadism in the Hannibal section, Gender neutral Reader

Anton Chigurh

He likes the practicality of it a lot, honestly Anton considers you travel sized at this point because he can hide you easily if there's trouble and then come back later to where he deposited you after he's done dealing with whoever was after you. He's not the Gentleman type at all but seeing how pathetic you carried your bags when he started to bodyguard you around was enough to decide that he would take those for the rest of time. Will look at you with a mixture of amusement and condenscation when you try anyway before taking the luggage away from you. If you protest he will carry you like luggage as well, I dare you. But sometimes he will just observe you, look at you while you get on your tiptoes, climb into bed ect that makes you very aware that he is fond of your height in some way.

Brahms Heelshire

Since he can't have anyone see him, he makes sure to put one of his sweaters or cardigans on you whenever he knows some delivery person or similar is coming by. It really is a mixture of possessiveness and loving to see your frame swallowed in clothing his size, while you just think he's worried if you get cold. Brahms is spoiled as hell but he also really enjoys doing things for you, and when he decides to make dinner for you both he likes lifting you up to sit on the counter and watch him. It's just so terribly easy, it excites him whenever he finds a reason to do it. Especially when it means getting to wrap his arms around you for a moment and taking in your scent- even while you go on capture a bug on the ceiling with a glass or something while he holds you up.

Dennis

It's hard to keep his distance at all times, even though he certainly tries his best to adhere to that self set rule. Dennis is strong, the strongest after the Beast itself out of the horde, so he is well aware of what his body is capable of doing if he were to let that cautiousness slip. But nonetheless, accidents happen. Like when you nearly fell unconscious and he had to catch you, or when you nearly did something dangerous and he had to reach out and grab your arm. In both occasions you halted insteadly, flinching when his hand firmly pressed onto your hip or caught onto your wrist. It made a pleasant shiver run through him, this ambiguity of wanting and not wanting to be close to you because of the implied vulnerability of your height drives him mad. But you will not hear a word from him about it, only see him press his lips together and huff or sigh in contained frustration.

Hannibal Lecter

He is outwardly very considerate and Gentlemanly toward you, pacing his steps when you walk together or taking over the umbrella in one case because you can't really hold it up his head as well without extending your arm like an athlete with an Olympic torch. But when you happen to get your leg hurt, just a little, it is exhilarating to him. Seeing your composure shift from a functional person to something alike an injured bunny is so damn amusing and befitting of that height difference. He will gently guide you to sit on his couch and touch your ankle to put it up while he goes to fetch his first aid kit in the other room. Hannibal will be so forthcoming, because seeing you whine and squirm a little while he puts on a bandage is satisfactory enough to return the favor and make sure you are well cared for and get comfortable. He makes you your favorite drink and will make sure permit you lean on him or grab onto him as to not put pressure on the injured leg while you put on your shoes or something while he patiently gazes down on you.

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Ok but genuinely interested if there's an overlap here cause it can't only be me and my best friend right?

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Vivarium Martin Drabble: Changing his mind on trapping you

Ok so fun fact he is played by the actor who plays Anderson in BBC Sherlock, and he has that neurodiverse rizz so. If you don’t know him but would like to, I highly highly recommend you watch the movie. If you don’t mind spoilers and want to read this now go watch this clip of him!! He’s so cute like-

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Height difference, Spoilers for the movie

Martin was good enough at being human, at least his understanding of their behavior was sufficient to lure couples like the Thompsons into their assigned housing units. It was important to coax them into a house viewing, it took practice to say the right words and often enough the humans had left beforehand, promising they would come back another time. He had smiled, drumming his fingers on the desk in anticipation of their visit but found himself confused when they didn’t return. Why didn’t they return?

The quicker they agreed to come along and view the house the better it was, he found. Because he didn’t spend much time with them, but it was apparently enough for them to start finding him ‚off putting‘. He heard them well enough when they went to look at the back yard, and that phrase was like an echo to him like the seemingly indistinguishable houses all around them. Off putting. Off was wrong, wasn’t it? ‚Your sock is off Martin‘. ‚Fuck off kiddo‘. ‚She ran off.‘

He doesn’t have a deep understanding of the things they said to him back then, they talk differently from his species. But they have the same facial structure and that makes him understand what it meant when they furrowed their brows at him. Or when they grimaced and shouted.

Martin tries to do his job right and he feels like he is getting better at it. Being a Salesman seems to work better than being perceived as a person, they accept it much more than citizen-him when he closes the shop. Every shop closes at some hour so they have to do that too.

Never before since he took over the office did only one person come in. They always came in two. Yet there you came in without a partner who looked with you.

You looked around a bit, he watched you from his seat for a moment longer than he usually did before approaching the clients. You were young and you didn’t wear a ring. Most who came here wore a ring in different variations, but always on the same finger. Your hands were empty though except for a shopping bag.

„Hello!“ He exclaimed after a few moments and stood up to walk around the desk. Your head turned to meet his eyes and you replied with a enthusiastic hello of your own. Your pupils widened, he recalled possible reasons for this in his head such as benign episodic unilateral mydriasis, migraines or attraction.

„Do you have a migraine?“ You slightly tilted your head to the side and raised your brows in wonder, „No, but the heat outside might honestly work up to one. Do you?“ You answered, to which he nodded thoughtfully. „No.“ He seamlessly transitioned to offer you his hand for a handshake, „Lovely to meet you!“ You laughed and took his hand, „Lovely to meet you too, I‘m Y/n.“ He noticed how easily his hand engulfed yours. You were a shorter one. At least much shorter than him.

You squinted your eyes when you laughed and slightly opened your lips. Unlike other animals this was the opposite of a threat in humans, smiling so broadly that the other person could see their teeth was a sign of real friendliness.

Martin introduced himself as well. He used the last name of the family who fostered him, Bailey. His Nametag didn’t say so, but he liked to introduce himself as such regardless.

„This neighborhood is really something special, we already sold most of the houses to some lovely couples.“ He recited. „We are hoping to build a strong diverse community.“

You approached one of the miniature houses, you didn’t have to bend down as much to look into them. There was something hard to read in the way you looked at it. It was one emotion distilled clearly into this moment, one that he had seen before, but blurred by other things. This thing his parents had in their eyes when they said they wanted to go home. But you did not look sad or angry. Just that.. third thing, that he couldn’t name.

He came to stand next to you and eyed the miniature. „I grew up in a home like this.“ He went to houses like the one he was fostered a lot but it was not his. It started to drizzle outside, the humid air tearing from the rain. He didn’t know why he told you that. You looked up to him again. „You grew up in a house from this company?“ Well, that was technically correct. What you didn’t know was that it was this exact setup too in front of you, because nothing ever really differed from the design. „Yes.“ You hummed and looked at the miniature again. „Was it nice?“ Was it nice? He wanted to repeat but managed to hold it back. When he was in the presence of humans it was hard not to do it.

„I don’t know.“ He said truthfully, for once, because neither did he know what would be appropriate to answer to specifics about his personal experience nor did he even really know what he felt about it to begin with. When he took over this office he looked up human data on the word as well, the variety of definitions were confusing but nonetheless enlightening. Because Hotels were also supposed to make you feel ‚at home‘ even though you didn’t permanently lived there. Apparently it was about being welcomed and being around like minded people. He did not have that experience there, so did Home still qualify for it?

„I understand. It’s not as easy as perfect or awful, a home is always kinda both.“ You said and nodded at him. Martin blinked. He didn’t even have to scramble for words to explain it any better, you seemingly understood what he meant just like that.

His species mimicked their words and behavior, but expressions were something that he genuinely seemed to share with them in a way. It was clumsy and sometimes less attuned, but it overlapped to an extent were it wasn’t just mimicry. So he felt a smile further tug at his salesperson-friendly-welcoming-human-attitude, something from inside, when you send him an understanding smile.

Your eyes caught sight of the rain, and turned slightly to look outside. It was really starting to pour now. „Oh finally, look how lovely.“ You exhaled with relief. „The rain is lovely?“ He asked, because when someone came in while it rained they would usually very verbally complain about it. They didn’t like to get wet except for cleaning.

„Yes! It makes everything much cozier, and it smells so flowery in the spring.“ You explained. „I used to work in a small shop like this too, not real estate, but it was always nice when we had a rainy day. It gives you more privacy, you can make yourself a coffee and just watch people walk past.“ He watched you intently as you talked about it, it seemed to be something that makes you happy. „You used to work in a small shop like this too.“ He repeated, „We have that in common.“ He noticed, because truly everything else about him wasn’t alike anyone, it was just copied off everyone- except this thing right here. „That’s true.“ You said, and you didn’t even seem weirded out by the way he recited your words.

Martin found it interesting that you also watched people go by. He knew why he did it, but he didn’t know why actual humans wanted to observe each other. Yet there you were, also observing him back when you looked back up at him. „What do you like to do on the job?“ You wanted to know, and it felt like you were more on a common place now. Because you weren’t asking the representative of this company in front of you, you asked Martin the Person who was also in sales like you.

He genuinely needed to think about that. „I like learning new things about people.“ New phrases, new gestures, it was exciting. He especially appreciated this thing he saw the other day, where two people walked and they unnecessarily entangled their arms with each other. Why did they do it if it meant that they could only use one arm now? It was funny. „Thats true, coming by so many different customers every day is really interesting!“

He looked outside as well now, hearing the rain drum against the glass. The clouds darkened the sky so much that the contrast to the light inside became stronger. It never rained where he grew up, there was no weather at all. Seeing Humans enjoy different kinds of weather was unknown to him. „We could drive to Yonder right now if you’d like! It’s only half an hour drive away.” He offered now, eyeing you from the side. “Do you have a car?” You shook your head, “I don’t have a car, would you mind if I come along in yours?” “Certainly, let me get my keys.” He went to the back for a moment and you took out a small umbrella from your bag. When he came back he really only got his keys, no bag, no jacket or umbrella of his own. When you both stepped outside you unfolded the umbrella while he locked the door, turning a sign that said that he’d be right back.

Then Martin found himself in yet another unexpected moment, because you shuffled close to him and held the umbrella over both of your heads. He blinked down at you, you were ducking your head towards him so you wouldn’t get hit by the rain. The umbrella was quite small and probably only meant to fit one person, but you tried to make it fit anyway. You were trying to protect him from the rain too? “Ok, lead the way.” You said, and smiled up at him.

Martin didn’t say anything as he was still surprised by this gesture, and first he walked way too fast, but as you paced up as well he understood that he needed to be patient and match your smaller steps. He curiously looked at you from the corner of his eye, your arms were touching. When you stood so close it was even more obvious that you were shorter than him, you even struggled to extend your arm to make sure you didn’t accidentally hit his head. And then you.. did that thing, your hand came up to gently loop itself under his arm, holding onto him. “May I?” You asked, making sure he was comfortable with you getting a bit closer in the moment. It was.. restricting, but somehow comfortable? Like the compression of a hug but on a smaller scale.

He smiled slightly and nodded yes, eyes flickering to your hand on his lower arm for a moment. He felt your warmth through the fabric of his dress shirt, it was strong against the cold from the rain. “May I?” He repeated now, offering to the take the umbrella from you and you nodded with a smile. Martin took the handle from you, hands slightly brushing against each other as he did so.

You walked like that together for a while until you reached the car. He opened the door for you to get in before going around, quickly figuring out how to close this thing before getting into the driver’s seat next to you. When he looked over you were smiling, looking out of the front window at the rain. „We should listen to some music.“ You said, „Let’s turn on the radio!“

He obliged, this one took more calibrating, but eventually some tunes came out as the engine came to life and he exited the parking spot. It was a soft melody, and you seemed to recognize it because you started to sing along the words. Martin hummed along, trying to mimic the melody as well, because he didn’t know how to sing. You drove through the street and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you were both mimicking the music. And you smiled widely and glanced at him while doing it, squinting your eyes once more in this disarming way.

He never thought he could do these things with a human.

You kept on listening to music for a while, traffic was holding you up quite a bit. You yawned a bit and snuggled yourself further into your coat, but to no effect. The cold from outside was still crawling into the car the longer the traffic jam continued. You closed your eyes and laid your head back. „I hope I‘ll like it there. I hope there are people I can sing in cars with too.“ You said, just like it was a sidenote, but it made Martin look at your tired form. He didn’t really know how this made him feel. But the fact that there was something he felt about it to begin with was making him insecure in a way. You yawned again without opening your eyes, „When we drive back you gotta show me the music you like too.“

He gripped the steering wheel harder. You were so casually.. everything that he never had before. Humans were cautious not to show that they didn’t care, he was mostly being tolerated to some extent by every one of them up to now. He was only aware of a lacking because he saw them interact with one another, how much more authenticity there was to their relationships. How did everything you said to him feel so fully different from the way they interacted with him before?

Martin didn’t do anything different, no matter how hard he tried to discern the reason why someone would actually like him now this time. He had only told you something about him, the fact that he grew up in a house like that, because you were also candid towards him. You evoked him to differ from the script, but was it all that more significant than what he did before?

He didn’t say anything for a while and neither did you, and at some point he found that you had fallen asleep. Martin glanced over at you and blinked, his eyes then drifted to the backseat. If he remembered correctly.. and he most certainly did then- he pulled a blanket out of the stuff that was crammed in the back from the previous owners of this car. When he stopped at a red light he carefully placed it over you. It would help with the cold. During sleeping periods the body temperature of humans became even lower and you already seemed to be shivering before.

He remembered how his foster parents tucked him in even though it wasn’t cold there. It was neither particularly warm or cold, there was no weather to shelter from but they insisted to do that with him and themselves as well. It was one of the many rituals they participated in even though there was no outlying reason for it. So he did this to you as well, and he was careful to put the fluffy fabric over your shoulder so it wouldn’t fall. You let put a small sigh but did not awake, and his eyes flickered over your face. You looked.. nice. You looked as nice as you were as a person.

Martin turned towards the steering wheel again and drove further, but when he saw the sign for Yonder he stopped the car. He did not enter the neighborhood.

He didn’t want you too live and die in there, never to be seen again. He didn’t want to drive someone else to the house that you had died in. He wanted to drive back with you now and show you the music he liked like you said.

And he let you go, would he be able to see you again at all?

He heard shuffling from the blanket and looked to the side, seeing how you sleepily opened your eyes again. When you caught sight of him you smiled, even though there was no social prompt for you to do so. You just did. „I fell asleep goodness..“ you mumbled and straightened yourself again. „Are we there?“

Martin looked at you, his eyebrow twitched and he breathed in before closing his mouth for another moment. „Yes. But. I was called just now which is why I stopped the car. And the agency informed me that another real estate agent has just sold the house that I was going to show you. And unfortunately the other ones are already reserved.“

You slightly weighed your head to the side, „Oh.“ you slightly bit your lip, disappointed. „Well, I was too slow then I guess. But.. well this was still fun enough don’t you think?“ He raised his brows, you chuckled. „Singing along to music with someone I just met and taking a nap in a real estate’s company’s car isn’t an ordinary experience, I like it.“ You explained, amused despite the rejection of a viewing.

Martin couldn’t help but smile himself too. The way you were, how you acted and spoke and were so forward and positive towards the things around you was something he didn’t want to disappear and be covered up by the trap that was this neighborhood. It was something he wanted to be around more, not just observing but partaking in as a person. Because you saw him as such.

The rain drummed loudly on the windshield. He swallowed as there were no specifics for him on what he was trying to say now. „Would you like to drink coffee and watch people together when we come back?“

Your smile grew wider. „Yes! I‘d love to.“

I hope you liked it! Idk if this will get any notes or comments because thats one if the mist niche characters I‘ve ever written for but I still really wanted to write this. I‘m so endeared with this guy

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Wait, is Herbert West actually like from Switzerland??????? Is he from there or did he just study there????

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Roommate! Herbert West Imagine: Reader having that time of the month

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader!, ties in with my previous fic of him, mild Swearing, Sexism from Dr. Hill

It‘s the 80‘s and even medicine is behind on actually understanding the reproductive health and needs of anyone they don’t consider the standard human being which directly translates into ‚white male‘. There is shame and secrecy on the topic, so you had every reason to believe that it would become immensely uncomfortable as soon as your new roommate saw you in that state. Thankfully, he was so preoccupied with his experiments at all times that you doubted he would notice if you came home one day wearing a Mohawk.

It wasn’t that you ever really saw Herbert outside of his selfmade lab in your basement. Besides his products in the bathroom, his neatly arranged self and the fact that he hasn’t starved yet you had no evidence of him ever actually using any other rooms in your shared flat. Sometimes you imagined him doing mundane tasks to fill in the blanks of never actually seeing him do any. Like ironing his many dress shirts and ties, cleaning his glasses, putting on socks. Now that you were thinking about it it may be more weird of you to be imagining that than the topic itself.

You usually hid your period products out of sight in the bath, hoping he wouldn’t find it so no awkwardness would ensue. It was simply how you were brought up, and having to pretend that this literal bodily function didn’t happen was unnerving. Especially since you realized that you had just gotten your period- and that you had no more products in the house. Fuck fuck fuck-

you just stuffed your underwear with some tissues for now, hoping to swipe some pads in the Hospital without anyone noticing. Surely you would make it till work.

Herbert already called out for you from outside, reminding you that you needed to go now if you wanted to be punctual. Before he didn’t bother waiting for you even though you were going the same way, outside of your Home one wouldn’t have assumed that you were roommates by the way he just minded his business. Lately however he started going to work with you, which rendered your watch practically unnecessary because he was always very much on time.

You came out of the bathroom and grabbed your bag, ready to go. You were very speedy today because you were trying to distract yourself from the cramps you were getting, you might need to get more than just pads from the Hospital once you were there.

What you didn’t expect was that once you arrived, your colleagues were all over you and you were thrown in to handle a full on emergency before you could even think of aiding yourself. You hurriedly waved to Herbert before you were involved in tending to multiple serious wounds of a car crash victim.

You initially planned to go around with him and look into the listing of freshly deceased patients together, as you were looking for a suitable person to test the Reagent on. And shortly after you were finally released from the patient your Roommate picked you up right after, urging you to go after your plan now so it was hard to call for a bathroom break, or rather a ‚I need to find a storage room with nobody in it and stuff my pockets with tampons‘ break. You were starting to get a headache.

Both of you were now hurriedly flipping through files, you had to be quick before someone got suspicious. Herbert had made himself known quickly with his sunshine attitude, especially since he was so keen to piss off your resident Narcissist Top Surgeon Dr Hill. It wouldn’t go unnoticed if anyone saw you two looking through confidential records.

You were surprised when Herbert stopped you by putting his hand on your arm, prompting you to pause and look up. „What?“ This was his idea in the first place, why was he stopping you now? „Y/n“ you tried to flip over to the next page, catching his eyes with slight irritation. „What, we‘re almost..“ „Y/n you’re bleeding.“ Oh.

You threw your head around to see the blood stain that formed on the back of your pants, and it was hard to tell for you if that made you go even paler than you already were today or blush with the vast embarrassment that this caused you.

This was even more embarrassing than if he had found a Tampon or something. Should you move? Quit your job? You seriously considered it while your eyes searched for a bathroom in sight, you needed to get away as quickly as possible before even more people saw it- „Um, I‘ll be back!“ you dropped the files on the counter and swiftly went for the bathroom before Herbert could say anything else.

You found the bathroom empty, thankfully, and hid in a stall to dispose of the tissues you bled through. Even if you had the time and secrecy to just go scrub the stain in the bathroom sink and wait for it to dry, blood was way harder to get off than the coffee you had repeatedly spilled over your shirt until you had approximately more of it soaking through your clothes than was left in the cup when you arrived at Dr. Hill‘s office. Which certainly is not based in a real example. At all.

You considered your options. Should you just go home and call in sick from there? No, it would be weird to not tell anyone in person that you were going home, people already saw you..

Someone cleared their throat and you froze- did someone see you come in??

„If you are.. composed right now you should open the door for a moment.“

Herbert?!? Why the heck did he follow you in? Gods if he wanted to discuss this right now- he was oblivious to personal details sometimes but he wasn’t stupid. And also a med student.

„Um, I think I need to go home early today. We can continue with the files tomorrow.“ You said, hoping he took it as a sign to not talk about the river styx situation in your pants right now.

„That’s not it, open the door and I‘ll go.“

You complied, slowly opening the stall. Herbert looked back to see if anybody was coming before handing you.. a bunch of stuff. „That should suffice, just put your pants in the plastic bag after.“ And with that he really did just.. leave, without further explanation. You looked after him and retreated back into the stall to find.. a blue pair of scrub pants and both pads and tampons stuffed into a plastic bag. He didn’t know what you preferred so he just got both.

He.. your tense expression softened, a surprised smile setting on your face. Of all people you didn’t expect Herbert to be doing this for you, and he didn’t even seem awkward or disturbed by it. Stern as always.

You changed into the new pants, took care of the rest and put the plastic bag with your stained pants in your locker to pick up after work.

Herbert had a way of flickering his gaze around in a sharp, acute way as he was always somewhat alert. Yet when you came back out and found him leaning against a wall with his arms crossed he looked at you, and softly lowered his gaze before looking back up to meet your eyes. Maybe you imagined it to look assuring, but it surely felt that way to you. „Thank you.“ He simply nodded, and you went back to look at files without him even mentioning it again.

Dr Hill likely assumed you two to be a couple and that brought you both peace and stress in a way, because now he wasn’t relentlessly flirting with you anymore and actually let you do your job. But if anything about how you did your job stood out to him he would find a reason to scold you about it. If he couldn’t have you he likely just put you and Herbert on the same list with people to put in this creepy cell with one way see through glass that he had bordering on his office if he gets the chance.

Now he was onto you as well when you returned to work, taking just a second too long to act the way you should when he came up to you in long, malignant slides promising trouble. He consciously ignored Herbert.

„Do you need someone to instruct you on your own job now? You are wasting the budget of this hospital by slacking off like that.“ He huffed, making you freeze by the sudden accusations he threw your way for the simple act of pausing for a moment. „And now you can’t even respond? Are you always this incompetent or just on your period?“ Some by standing staff quietly looked on as Dr Hill didn’t even bother lowering his voice, in fact he seemed to be pleased with this act of public humiliation. Your face turned red, what the hell was wrong with him?!?

„What an excellent example of the alarming parallels between toddlers and people of old age, Dr Hill. You really do act just like a squeamish kid rather than someone who should know better about Medicine by now.“ Herbert chimed in, approaching you two to stand beside you with his hands buried in the pockets of his coat.

„So brain death isn’t the only topic you are lacking in I see. Now, what body function can we attribute your incompetence to then if this is the logic we go by now?“ He took a step closer to him, and he really did not care for the height difference because if Dr Hill were to even lay a finger on him he would prove his intellectual inferiority in front of everyone looking. He was just staring him down as the older man was practically fuming.

„It will be a pleasure to fail you, both of you!!“ He yelled, throwing you a furious glance before turning around, „Stop wasting my time, I‘m having dinner with the Dean and I‘m sure we‘ll have lots to discuss.“ With that he left with this vague threat hanging in the air, leaving you two and the other staff who each now stopped staring after a few moments and returning to work.

You were quiet for a moment, both you and Herbert. Did he.. did he defend you there? Or was it just him trying to one up the man he so very openly despised? You looked at him now, trying to read in the ever lasting frown on his features why he did it. Why this was the second time he had came in to help you out of a highly uncomfortable situation.

He didn’t let anything on. Only later when you were both home you couldn’t bear to leave it unsaid anymore, despite the embarrassment that came from bringing up the topic. „So today um.. you really helped me. Twice.“ He shot you a glance from the kitchen, it was the first time you ever saw him use it. „Yes.“ He answered factually, somehow that made you smile a bit. You stared at the back of his head for a moment. „Thank you.“ He nodded without really turning around and let out a hum. „Why did you do it?“

That made him pause in his movements for a moment, he then turned down the stove. You saw his shoulder blades moving through the fabric of his dress shirt. He moved around some more before returning to the living room with two plates with some simple pasta.

He took a seat and handed you one of the plates, impaling some noodles with his fork.

„First, we are Reanimating the dead in your basement Y/n, I have seen worse than a little blood. Bodies are complex organic mechanisms, everything makes sense and comes together in perfect order. The only thing I defy about it is Death.“ He looked at you intensely, it seemed as if he were hesitating to say what he intended to next. Herbert scratched his neck and looked away for a moment.

„You did not leave when I was in withdrawal. This state isn’t any more pleasing to witness than it is to go through it. Well,“ he pressed his lips together. He was well versed to argue from a logical standpoint, but this now wasn’t a position he really found himself in often nor voluntarily. You understood it, though, and he found you smiling at him. „I see.. Thank you, again.“ He reciprocated your look and then turned his attention towards his food again.

He was glad that you knew what he meant. You often seemed to do so, even when he was rambling or pacing like a madman, and you understood him now too. It was.. nice.

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Castiel Imagine: Winchester!Reader falling asleep on him in the Impala

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Younger Winchester Reader

He couldn’t safely teleport anymore since his disobedience, and he was bound to the earthly means of transportation ever since. Dean joked that he looked like a kid in the backseat when he joined you there, you had stuck your head out and jokingly asked which of them was the Mom then. That set off an interesting discussion on the topic, but you whispered to him that Sam was clearly the Mom. Castiel had frowned and curiously gazed at your brothers at that.

Sharing a backseat with you meant a lot of things, it meant that when you hit a part in your book that you particularly liked you would turn to him with a smile and tell him about it. It meant that sometimes you stopped looking out the window with your headphones in to give him an earpiece so he could listen to it as well. You then would return to look outside and rest your head on your knees while he sat still and looked on straight as always. It meant that you would always hand him a bit of your snacks on the drive, despite him explaining to you that he didn’t need food to survive. At some point he just took what you gave him and ate it with his usual stoic expression.

You were very insistent on treating him as their own.

He didn’t know why, but you seemed to care about his opinion on things that he really didn’t know much about. Like politics, or the clothes you were wearing that day. He squinted and tried to find something to say in those moments, „They look.. functional enough.“ He had said after a few moments, „Functionality is associated with comfort right?“ You slightly tilted your head, „I guess, yeah. You ask like you don’t know what comfortability feels like.“ He blinked, „If I can move around that should suffice.“ You somehow concluded from that that he needed a set of ‚lazy day clothes‘, whatever that meant.

This time it was raining heavily, you hardly went forward since Dean couldn’t drive as fast as he usually would in the storm, and he wouldn’t stop complaining about it too.

You had put your book down a while ago as it seemed to become harder and harder for you to stay awake. Increasingly uncomfortable with sitting for hours you had pulled your legs in and shifted a bit more towards him in that notion.

Castiel sat still as always, when his eyes suddenly shifted to the side when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He blinked, swallowing thickly when he felt your face nestle further into his clothes as sleep fully took over you. Your weight must have shifted to eventually sink fully to where he was seated. You were warm, and your lips parted with the soft, steady breathing of slumber.

It was like were suddenly a ton of signals and sensations going on in his form- he usually never got this close to anyone unless it was in combat. But you took over all his senses at once and he didn’t know what to do. Your scent mixed with the smell of rain that streamed in through the small crack of the window you left open. Your warm breath fanned over him, your knee brushed against his thigh.

It was rude to wake up humans when they slept, he learned that through plenty of pillows thrown at his face by Dean so.. so he should just let you be, right? He gazed at the book in your lap, still weakly held onto by your hand. He carefully reached out to untangle your hand from it before it fell down and woke you up, but once his hand brushed against yours your fingers twitched upwards to cover his.

It was so natural for humans to hold each other, their forms completed each other perfectly, like hands. And it came so intuitively to them that even in your sleep you felt and sensed another hand and got closer to it with your own, with the smallest movements your state of sleep allowed you to.

You always treated him like you were equal, and even if he didn’t take as much harm in a situation as a human might you were the first to advocate for his safety. Were you simply.. fooled by his human form? His gaze dropped, the thought somehow caused him disappointment.

Sam and Dean had gotten quiet, both of them had noticed the scene.

„Can I tell you something?“ Dean made eye contact with him through the mirror, both of them agreed. „Sometimes I think Y/n doesn’t understand I‘m not a human.“ Castiel said, quiet as not to wake you. Sam raised his brows and turned a bit in his seat to look at him.

„I don’t think so. I think.. they just don’t know how to show their affection ‚angel like‘. Humans show each other that they like them in different ways, but part of it is meeting the needs of the other human or getting close to them, you know?“ Castiel frowned, „I don’t.“

„Well you don’t need to eat or something like that, and Y/n knows that.“ Dean said, „But they don’t want to exclude you from the group, and they don’t know how else to show affection but the human way.“ He said and shrugged. „They don’t want you to feel left out just cause you don’t need what we do.“

Castiel looked at you again. You.. liked him? You wanted him to feel belonging? He had never expressed that he felt uncomfortable, and sometimes he did feel.. disconnected. Piloting this body around. trying effortlessly to understand and relate to the references and behaviors that came with being Human. The jokes, the conclusions you all seemed to come to simply because you were the same species and family.

He never talked about it, but you assumed or understood it anyway.

Castiel bit his lip and his eyes flicked from your face to your hands, and he carefully intertwined them with you more. Maybe he could show you appreciation by mimicking and reciprocating some of what you were doing. It felt.. like he was doing it right. It felt right, and not only in a technical way.

Hm.

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Hmm... Death comforting a gender neutral Reader who is one of his brothers' child (though brain keeps imagining the child of Pest, you can do whichever feels best. Also doesn't need to be a child reader, them being an adult works)? Perhaps during the apocalypse/nearing its end and Reader is worried about their family's safety should the Winchesters not succeed? Perhaps their worry causes problems with power control?

I finally finally completed this request! I hope you like it my dude <3 I appreciate you and your support a lot

SPN Death Drabble: Comforting the child of Pest because they’re worried for their family

The Horsemen of the Apocalypse were upon the world, and with them so did you rise up to wander the earth once again with them. You weren’t known to the Bible or other writings of the church, you were the only mortal connection that existed to them because you were the child to one of them. 

Your father was none other than Pest, the Horseman who kept on appearing on earth in a steady rhythm. But he would always bear the name of the disease he first created, the one that nearly wiped out the European population in Medieval times. 

The Winchesters slowly came to understand than everything in the Bible might as well be true and exist as Angels and Demons kept on interviewing in their lives. But the Horsemen.. they were something so foreign, something so hard to grasp that they wouldn’t have believed them to be true. And yet.. Lucifer started to summon them one by one. 

Your father was among them, and you were finally reunited with him after the long slumber all of them have been put in. 

And with them appearing again so did your powers. The power than you had inhibited from your father when you were born to a normal woman. That way you both held the power within you that had the world succumb to illness as well as the ability for immunity to said diseases. 

Lucifer had the Horsemen emerge again, but they were not free. The Devil expected them to follow suit with his hatred of Humanity, but with that he gravely misunderstood their nature. They all contributed to the Apocalypse, to Humanities demise, but they were just as natural and inherent to the world as any other Entity. Just because something caused grief didn’t mean it was bad by nature. But your powers scared you nonetheless, the thought that your family would be endangered in this unnaturally triggered process of destruction, puppeteered by Lucifer, made you feel overwhelmed with yourself and your powers.

You had never actually met your him until then, the oldest of them all. Older than god himself and all that came after. Yet the moment he came into the nearly empty Cafe you were sat in as the Storm outside swelled dangerously, sweeping across the streets and knocking over people, cars and streetsigns- the moment you saw him you felt a familiarity in your soul. A blossoming, instant trust.

The Barista dropped to the floor, glass shattered. He picked up a Cup of Coffee from the table of a Customer that was now dead as well, walking around to take a seat across from you. „Y/n.“ You weren’t sure if it was a greeting or a statement. „We didn’t have an addition to the family since World war one. You may be able to guess which one of my brothers fathered a child during that time.“ He leaned his cane against the table, his movements fluent and composed as he took a sip of the coffee.

„Uncle..“ you breathed. A part of you was nervous, the human part most likely, and yet- „I don’t know why, but I‘m very glad you are here.“ Death looked on calm as he always did, but his eyes softened at your words. It was rare, only creatures in agony welcomed his presence and service to the world. But you genuinely meant what you were saying.

„I felt that your energy is disrupted.“ He said. You lowered your head, it was true. „I‘m scared about my family, I don’t know what will happen. My powers seem to malfunction too now, when I‘m anxious I keep casting out disease! I try to keep it down, I tried in so many ways but once I slip for just a moment it gets worse and worse. It feels like I‘m playing into what Lucifer wants, and not who we are. What if my father, what if all of you…“ you felt a knot in your throat and blinked at the tears that welled up inside of you. „What if there is nothing I can do and.. in the end I‘m all left alone?“ You admitted to him, to which he responded with a knowing nod. „I see.“ You both looked out into the storm for a moment, rain started drumming against the window.

„We are forces of nature, and nature isn‘t only nurture towards this world but also destruction. You don‘t need to expect yourself to be fully in control at all times, because look at us all now. Imbalance is part of existence at times, but we will eventually claim our autonomy back. Neither humanity nor yourself can deny any part of who you are, and if you don’t trust yourself to let yourself be whatever you naturally occur to be.. it only causes more loss of control.„ You looked up at him, his dark eyes had authority yet they also offered clarity and the kind of calm that only the finality and eventuality of life could offer. „Nothing is inherently good or bad, those are simply judgements, but not a reflection of who you really are.“ Tears rolled down your cheeks, you nodded and sniffed. He was right.. „And.. what if the Winchesters fail?“

Death reached out to you and closed his slender hands over yours, „None of us are are truly a puppet of Lucifer, and as long as there is life there is us. He may have us spellbound right now, but he is just an angel. He has limits, and none can control nature forever.“ You squeezed his hands, you couldn‘t help yourself from the tears anymore. You were shaking quietly, and lowered your head to the table. It was so overwhelming, and until now you had no one to talk to about this because your father was out of reach. Lucifer send him someplace you didn‘t know, famine and war as well.

Everyone was gone but.. Death had found you. Not only did he know where you were, he approached you too to.. help. He was looking out for you. One of his hands came up to put the hair that was veiling your face behind your ears. „I promise it will eventually come together again. We are scattered now, but it is only a matter of time until we are fully restored and free again. Until then.. you can come with me. And I will find your father.“ You looked up again, gasping quietly as your tears subsided. „You.. thank you, Uncle.“ A slight notion of a smile settled on his face at the name, Death huffed quietly and nodded. „Let us go now.“

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not a request but your herbert imagines are making me feral rn they’re beautiful thank you for existing 😳😳🫦🫦🫦

Omg asdghh you just made my morning much more enjoyable, thank you anon! 👀 It really keeps me motivated to write for niche characters like him when people come forward and let me know that they enjoy my writing <3

Currently working on a little Period-comfort Drabble with him as Readers Roommate 😌

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Herbert West Imagine: Being your Roommate and slowly starting to care about you

Why is he so cute it’s so unfair. Shout out to @herbert-west-did-nothing-wrong for being an archive of cool Re-animator content and furthering my hyperfixation hoho hehe

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Some fake dating, Violence against Zombie animals, Dr. Hill is obsessed with Reader the way he is with Meg in the movie, Swearing, Herbert being addicted to the Reagent like in the uncut version & Withdrawal, Autistic Herbert West

When his unsuspecting Roommate turned out to be a Insomniac night owl his initial plan of secrecy had to be turned around. Or to be more specific, it was rather the very unfortunate moment when you happened to catch him wrestle the Re-Animated Raccoon that tried to claw through his labcoat in the middle of the night when he realized that he couldn‘t get around some explaining. „Get it off me!! Get it off me!“ He yelled, trying to keep the beasts treacherous little zombie hands away from him. „Fuck! Fuck, Herbert what the hell!?“ You yelled back while hurriedly grabbing a towel and trying to pry it off him with that. The Racoon ended up Re-Dead eventually, after an excruciating fight that showed you the extent to how fucking Undead that thing turned out to be. You stared at Herbert in Horror, he was heaving and leaning back against the Operation table he had set up. He was quick to jump and talk to you, „Listen-„

You were this close to demanding he‘d move out as fast as he had turned up that evening a few days ago, when he knocked at your door with the sign you had posted to the Hospital staff‘s board about looking for a Roommate. You were vaguely aware of what he was studying, at least you witnessed how strongly he defended his opinions about Brain death against Dr. Hill, who was the head surgeon of the clinic but also his teacher. And as such the older man was more than inclined to fail Herbert in class over his upfront disrespect. You were somewhat uncomfortable with Dr. Hill as well for a long time, and maybe the fact that Herbert openly disputed against him was part of the reason why you didn‘t turn him off when he turned up on your doorstep.

But he showed you, he proved to you, that the insane claims he was using as his explanation were actually true. His research has led him to revive the dead, no matter the damage the body has taken before, because soon after the wretched beast you had just thought dead came back to life, if that absolutely murderous state it went into could be called life.

You were sat there, next to him and stared at the cadaver. Blood on Herberts shirt and loosened tie, and you in your silly Pyjamas. „Which is why I need your help Y/n.“ Your head turned quickly, „Help you?“ He scooted a bit closer, „Yes! You are the perfect assistant. You are hardworking, we work in the same Hospital and you have no functioning sleep schedule.“ You frowned at that, but well, he was right. „We could do something great, conquer Death!“ He put a hand on your shoulder and you looked him in the eyes for a very long moment. You let out a stressed out sigh, „for gods sake.. ok, alright. This is.. just insane, Herbert, but it‘s the kind of insane that I can‘t just leave be. I‘ve never seen anything like it.“ Herbert smiled, patting your shoulder enthusiastically.

That is how he got himself an Assistant by chance. As long as he could keep you motivated to keep going and pushing through the Horror his research would really benefit from the help you were providing.

You weren‘t as obsessed about working day and night as he was though, which is why you didn‘t react too pleased when he stormed into your room at nearly 4 in the morning to tell you about a new theory he had. He didn‘t really notice how you were snuggling a plushie, or how you had curled up in the moment as he ranted on and paced your room excitedly. You let out a long stretched moan and grimaced at him, “I was sleeping..!” You complained, but he didn’t really listen. Only when you threw a pillow at him he halted, looking at you in offense. “That was uncalled for.” “Apparently it is! I wanna sleep Herbert now gooo” you stood up and shoved him out of your room. “No bursting into my room while I’m sleeping!” He turned around, getting a last look at your sleepy, disgruntled face before you shut the door on him and went back to sleep. Only when he huffed and puffed, walking back down into the basement, he remembered how you have looked sleeping. Curled up like a Pillbug, he thought.

The next day he found that the lack of sleep had not really made you forgiving towards him when he tried to tell you about his findings. He clenched and unclenched his fists nervously, frowning as he tried to figure out his next step of action. Herbert never needed to prove himself to anyone or be particularly likeable to make it to where he was now, his work spoke for itself. So he genuinely didn’t know how the heck he was going to fix something that was well.. a person. He needed you to be cooperative, and pissing off his only assistant was not very beneficial to his work.

When you came home, Herbert was already sat there and stood up quickly. „Look,“ you already looked at him pretty much pissed, much like this night while you threw him out. He came forward and firmly held out a plastic bag, neatly wrapped inside was a piece of your favorite cake. „No more bursting into your room while you’re sleeping.“ He said, lowering his head without breaking his continuous eye contact. „Is that.. how did you know I liked that?“ He nodded, „See I‘m not always listening but my brain is always taking in information.“

You took the bag and raised your brows, a slight smile on your lips as you took out the cake. „Alright.. I accept.“ you said, putting down the cake to go into the kitchen to get a fork. „So what did you find out?“ He smiled as well, clapping into his hands and starting to explain it all. You came back with two forks. You made Herbert try some too, as it turns out he is more a dark chocolate kind of guy, and he makes a face when he finds things too sweet that makes you giggle.

Herbert was always eager to go back home and experiment after work, the days were Dr. Hill taught were especially agitating to him. „I feel like every minute I am forced listen to this man it’s diminishing my brain capacity.“ He complained every time. Those were days were he stayed in the lab until the sun rose, and listen, throwing stones in a glass house and all but this was too extreme. You noticed he was still up when you woke up to pee. Did he even eat dinner? You spied into the kitchen, no trace of dishes.

He was scribbling down a new variant to his substance he had thought of, it was brilliant! This would solve at least one of the major problems you had been encountering in your experiments, he couldn’t wait to put the chances into action and see how the reagents power changed. Herbert lifted his gaze without fully looking up when he heard the familiar creak of the wooden stairs. „You need to see this Y/n.“ He bickered you closer. He was surprised to find a plate with Pancakes in his field of vision. He looked up from them to you. You were in a different set of silly pyjamas now. „You didn’t eat. How are you gonna save me from Zombie Goldfish if you faint?” You joked and reached for his notebook to read his new results. He stared at you for a while, then said „Why do all of your pyjamas look like that.“ „Hey!“ “Also by now I deem you capable enough to bring down a Zombie fish yourself.” “That is the sweetest thing you ever said to me Herbert.” He shot you a look over his glasses.

Though, he ate the pancakes when you left and they were good. You didn’t make them too sweet. Judging from the way you giggled at his reaction to the cake you must have had remembered. Hm.

It was another night, another period of labwork he was up to with you. You were replicating the reagent for him into smaller, portable versions you could take into the Hospital to begin and document the reactions to human bodies with low dosages. You poured some of it too quickly and a cloud of poisonous gas errupted from the glass, you nearly fell back trying to evade it- your chair already tipped over and you closed your eyes, but the crash didn’t come.

You looked up, still holding onto the glass for dear life, and saw Herbert looming over you from behind the chair. He had swooped in and grabbed it from the back before you could fall. Why did this somehow feel.. close, the way you looked up at him that way. The way his knuckles turned white from gripping the chair, and the way he frowned down at you. You eyed his face. “You should avoid dying before I perfected my reagent.” He said, still holding you. Your feet dangled in the air, you put your head further back. “Don’t worry, I would come back as a ghost to haunt you.” “Why would you do that?” You raised your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, surprisingly gently. “I wanna spook you once, not see you as composed as you always appear to be.” Herbert swallowed, his eyes flickered over you for a moment. Your fingertips were warm against his skin. Why were you.. your lips parted in a smile. He cleared his throat and carefully set your chair down again.

“You really need safety googles, let me see if I have an extra.” He looked through his stuff, finding his thoughts trail off. He paused for a moment without noticing, briefly letting his eyes flicker around without really focusing on something. When he found them he turned around and gave them to you for you to try on. “Do I look good?” “You look safe. That is good.”

A week or so later you were both at the Hospital, working as usual. Herbert went to your station to discuss your next test subject, he happened to find an older man who was sure to die soon of his illness that he intended to try and Re-Animate. If the bodies weren‘t registerested in the Morgue in the first place it couldn‘t be traced back to the few with the authority of entering it, aka you. So if he just waited until the patient died and took his chance before anyone took the body he would make for a perfect test subject. When he arrived at your station he looked around for you, only eventually finding you cornered against a door by none other than the most dimwitted person in the Hospital; „Dr. Hill, I really need to be getting back to work..“ you said and tried to walk past him, but he blocked your way with his body.

„Now Y/n there‘s no need to be in a rush, I‘m sure someone will handle it. Surely you‘ll have some more time for me to discuss dinner.“ „Well.. um, like I said, I‘m sorry but I‘m already getting something with Mr. West tonight.“ The older man rolled his head back for a moment and laughed spiteful at the mention of his name. „Yes but you are rooming with.. Mr. West, so you will have plenty of occasions to eat with him. But you see, I am a very busy man and my company is high in demand. You should prioritize me making time for you.“

Herbert saw the way you smiled, and from what he had learned about body language over the years he would most likely interpret this as a sign that you were flattered and comfortable with his invitation- but there was something that went against that deduction; Your eyes. Either way he didn‘t look people in the eye or he did so to an extent that was considered staring. But he had seen you smile, at him, at the cake he got you, at the note he left on the fridge that said ‚Leftover Dinner left, Bag of Eyes right! Do not accidentally microwave‘ so he knew what you looked like when you smiled. And.. you weren‘t smiling with your eyes right now. You always smiled with your eyes, did that mean that your expression was simulated? Were you in distress?

He approached swiftly, clearing his throat to get Dr. Hill to turn around. „I shouldn‘t be surprised to find out that your ignorance isn‘t limited to your scientific research, Dr. Hill, but here we are. Y/n, I need to discuss something with you.“ You were more than happy to use the moment of Dr. Hill‘s bubbling irritation and slip past him and next to Herberts side. „Mister West.“ He said through gritted teeth, „It seems like you are compensating your inability to surpass me by taking something from me in reach, but let me assure you that a Roommate isn‘t as important as a Lover can be.“ When he said the last words he looked at you with a smug smile, not even hiding that he thought of himself as your suitor. You looked horrified.

„I agree. Now if you‘ll excuse us, it’s 3 PM and therefore Y/n‘s Lunchbreak.“ Herbert held eye contact with Dr. Hill as he put a hand on your back and led you away. The older mans eyes widened in disbelief at the implications of him agreeing, of the way he put a hand on your back when you left. „Are you saying you are-?“ Herbert didn‘t stop to listen and made you follow his pace as well. Did he just hugely imply that he and you were affiliated? Yes. Did he plan to do so? Certainly not, but it just happened to be the perfect split between pissing of Dr. Hill and helping you out of the situation and potentially even future attempts like these. How wonderfully efficient.

„Now, I wanna show you the perfect candidate for our-„ „Herbert“ he looked at you, eyes flickering over your features as he rapidly noticed a change in your expression. Your cheeks were reddened, your lips slightly pressed together. The redness even extended to your ears. „You are embarrassed. Or flustered. Which is it so I know for future reference.“ He observed and you blushed even more.

„Now the whole Hospital is going to think we are a Couple!“ He shrugged his brows and led you further through the Hospital, you whispered as a colleague walked past. „Potentially, since Dr. Hill is more concerned with spreading misinformation anyway than working.“ He paused, „Ah, I did not account for the possibility that you already have a crush on someone here. If they heard about that it wouldn‘t be to your advantage.“ „Yes, I mean, I don‘t but- now we gotta act like it in front of him too.“ He hummed in acknowledgement, well, surely that wouldn‘t be too hard.

He had you meet the man that he meant to Re-animate if everything went according as planned, you inspected him and gave Herbert a look. It was doable, his body was weak so in case of aggression he could easily be restrained for both your safety, and lastly the man had decided to donate his body to science anyway after his passing.

„I think I can ask to switch shifts to his station and make sure the beeper doesn’t go off once he passes.“ You said as Herbert walked you back to your station, „Then you distract the nurses while I get the body out in a Wheelchair.“ Herbert added and you nodded, slightly nervous about the whole thing already. Bringing a full human back to life.. was it even possible to conserve the refined parts of the human brain and personality or would it operate like the animals as well that he brought back?

You reached your station. Herbert surprisingly took your hand in his, your eyes widened yet you didn’t resist the gesture. Reaching out, he did that a lot, he does in when he fails to verbalize what he wants to communicate in an emotional extent. But people usually react with.. a leap of faith, and trust in him when he does this instead. Touch, hold onto their arm for a moment. And he reaches out for your hand now and you trust him, you let him.

„Listen, Dr. Hill is watching us.“ He said, and you blinked, eyes darting to your hands as you suddenly understood his gesture for what is meant- an attempt at portraying romance.

Your hands were warm, almost beaming with heat. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

„Would you consent to me pretending to kiss you for the sake of proving our lie. He isn’t close enough to actually see if our lips touch.“

You squeezed his hand and slightly stepped closer, breath hitching. „I consent.“ He studied you, sighing and wetting his lips. The way he looked at you, if he reciprocated eye contact at all, was always intense and yet this was.. as if he was actually taking in much more of you. Not just reciprocating a gesture to an intense amount, but actually looking at your face, all of it. Why did he feel his pulse raise? He took another step towards you and closed in- until there were centimeters left between your lips. Your noses slightly brushed against each other, your breath gently fanned over his skin. Both of you had closed your eyes, Herbert felt your hand on his chest clenching slightly onto his shirt. You radiated warmth, why did he want to have you even closer than that?

He stepped away again, opening his eyes. For a second he saw you, with closed eyes and a reddened face.

„I think that will suffice for a bit, depending if Dr. Hill has enough audacity to flirt with someone who is supposedly already committed.“ He concluded, straightening his glasses. He felt weird, somehow.. anxious? Anticipating? Frustrated? Disappointed? Hm. Hard to tell.

„Ah.. yup! Um, maybe it works!“ You said, swallowing and bidding him goodbye until work ended. And Dr. Hill actually walked past you that shift without saying anything else, purposefully not acknowledging you as it seems.

You felt anxious about going home that day, not really knowing what has changed exactly that made you feel that way. What did you expect to happen? Nothing actually.. happened! You did not kiss, this shouldn’t feel so Sitcom-ish. And yet-

you came home, the kitchen light was on but you didn’t see Herbert. He must be home, he was always tinkering with something as soon as he was free to do so after work. Sometimes he didn’t even wait until then, but right now there was no light coming from the basement. Only from his door, and that was unusual. You never even saw that man in a pyjama once! As far as you were concerned he had an identical set of clothes to sleep in. ‚I can get behind wanting to revive the dead but that is just weird Herbert‘ you once told him, to which he replied ‚at least I don’t sleep in something that is patterned with geese‘ which really only showcased your point.

„Hey, do you wanna eat something?“ You asked, not straightforwardly showing your concern. „Y/n..“ he muttered, and you frowned, now opening the door. What you saw was a very distraught looking Herbert, rummaging through his things with the small fridge he kept in there open as well. „Fuck- there are no probes in the right stage!“ he howled, hands shaky and room disheveled. „What are you talking about??“ he turned around but didn’t look at you, his eyes darted over the room panicking. „I can’t.. inject any of them at this stage this is..“ his breath hitched, you were putting the pieces together in your head. He was talking about using it on himself, and judging from the erratic state he was in he was physically addicted to it. He was pale too, the withdrawal must have kicked in a while ago. He behaved both impulsive and weakened. There is.. something you needed to do. He sat down on his bed, fidgeting and running his hands through his hair. „It keeps me awake, keeps my mind running.“ That didn’t even sound unlike him, it made sense for him to try and find a way to ditch any kind of the human experience he didn’t like. He did it with death so why not sleep too while he was at it.

„That means you‘ll go to sleep after a while, once your body gets exhausted enough from the withdrawal.“ He nodded, you sat down next to him on the bed. „The Hospital doesn’t have a the tools of dealing with the specific addiction you’re dealing with right now and we don’t have any reagents that are ready to fix either so.. I‘m gonna stay here ok? Monitor you so I know you‘re safe. I‘m gonna fetch that terrible Novel I‘m reading right now to distract you from the pain with a different kind of pain, hold on.“

And he let you do so- listening to you read the book to him while fidgeting nervously and running a hand through his hair or over his arm as he tried to let himself be distracted by what you were saying.

You kept reading to him until 5 AM, Herbert was still struggling but getting more weaker by the hour. He frowned and closed his eyes here and there to rest a bit, visually displeased to be requiring that sort of thing. He muttered that it was wasted time he could use better, but his physical agony seemed to find a bit of relief in this. ‚You were usually asleep now‘, he said when he noted how tired you were at this point, ‚you should just go to bed.‘ He didn’t understand how stubborn you were on staying with him to look out for his safety even though he assured you he was fine. You were nearly drifting off to sleep yourself, resting your eyes as well when he asked „Why do you even care so much?„ Your answer was murmured as your consciousness slipped, „Because I care about you“ your head sunk more against the bed frame behind you since you both resorted to sit at the end of his bed.

Herbert stared at you, frowning once more but slightly bewildered. He was important to you? Personally? Your lips parted as slumber caught you fully in mere moments after those spoken words. If it wasn’t for what you said.. he would have never even thought about wether he reciprocated what you felt, but somehow he found that- he did care about you too. He had cared about your distress earlier and went to resolve it without fully acknowledging why, despite being highly agitated just by the thought of exchanging a word with Dr. Hill. He cared about your opinions on his Experiments. And he even cared about how you felt about him, and it wasn’t even fully based on the necessity of having you as his Assistant. He pressed his lips together.

Herbert straightened his glasses and looked over to you again. With a sigh he grabbed the blanket and put it on top of you, covering you up to your shoulder which made you intuitively sink further into the mattress. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes for a bit as well, fully keeping his stern expression as he slowly fell asleep as well without noticing.

For the first time in a long time he fell asleep again, and for the first time in a very long time he wasn’t alone.

I was literally non stop writing this since I watched the movie a few days ago. I would love to write more for him or maybe even write a part 2 of this? If ppl like this and want me to I‘d love to hear what you have to say. Comments get me motivated and keep the hyperfixation running

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He just makes me wanna go

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Herbert West Drabble: Being stuck at a Busstation with him while it rains

I watched the movie for the first time and now I already have three Wips for him I‘m working on

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader

You were seated under the roof of an old, wooden Busstation and watched the trees bend and sway to the strong winds that whipped through the empty street. The humid summer air had suddenly been disrupted by a burst of rain that was still relentlessly pouring down on the small shelter that was this bus station. Thankfully you were already close when it started, you only got a little wet.

It would take a while for your bus to arrive, so you just quietly listened onto the drumming and tinkling noise. At some point though, you spotted a man swiftly walking towards the Busstation, sheltering his bag under his suit jacket rather than using it to cover himself. That was why he was already pretty soaked when he made it under the roof.

He had black, short hair, glasses and wore a shirt and tie combo that was now fully sticking to his body. You smiled at him with some sympathy, he nodded at you and took a under the bench as well.

You put your bag on your lap and rustled around to find something, shortly after you handed him a handkerchief. „For your glasses.“ You imagined it was pretty hard to see with rain stained, fogged up glasses. „Ah“ he took it and took his glasses off to clean them, revealing dark, very dark eyes beneath that briefly met yours before polishing his glasses. „Thank you.“ He muttered, frowning down at the specters with a concentrated look in his face.

„You must really like your work if you are trying to protect your bag from the rain instead of yourself.“ You joked lightly, putting your own bag to the side again. Herbert looked up, „Like..?“ he paused, „well, you could say so. But most would rather call it Obsession.“ He huffed and put his glasses back on. He handed you the handkerchief back, the way your fingers closed around the fabric mirrored his own, you were looking at him though. „Is it Obsession or Possession?“

Herbert looked up at that, letting go of the handkerchief and now it was you who didn’t look as you were putting it away. It struck him, the phrasing, yet you just lightly smiled like it was nothing.

„Both, probably.“ He said. He liked to think that he was in control of it all, that he was the constructive agent of a scientific revolution. Exceeding not only research but pre-existing beliefs about death itself in the world. But then again there was failure he hated to acknowledge, like the Death of Dr. Gruber. The state he slipped into when he needed a shot. So both, probably.

„What about you?“ He turned the question back at you. He didn’t really care to hear about other peoples lives, he was more occupied to beat Death than to get to know the living. But the question, that weirdly precise phrase, made him a bit curious about your answer.

„I think I may be too idealistic to enjoy the work I‘m doing now, maybe my expectations are too romanticized. I want to do more than all of what is within reach of me right now. But I don’t really have a choice.“ You laughed.

Strangely enough he understood, in a way. Always feeling like there was more to be done, more to archive only to be halted by the somber limitations of his environment. He responded with a hum.

You shivered, wrapping your arms around your body in an attempt to combat the sneaking cold. A strand of hair fell in front of your eyes, but you kept looking out into the rain. Observing it. And Herbert looked at you, and the way there was something so attentive and imaginative in the way you were watching Nature bend and wrestle with the wind and rain. He looked at things the same way, but with different intentions. Everything had a reason, a purpose, and he was determined to put the pieces of his environment together into something he could make sense of or use.

And he saw purpose in you, somehow. And he ached to make sense of it, to grasp how something about you resonated with the Drive that led him to do all of these things. You were very different from him, but your perception seemed to overlap with his in some places.

You heard faint rustling, and looked up in surprise when you saw him gently putting his jacket around your shoulders, careful not to come too close. Herbert held your gaze. You sighed without noise, feeling that it slightly helped with the cold.

„Maybe you can do more.“ He pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to you, „My name is Herbert West. Would you like to be my Assistant?“

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I hope you liked it even though this was really short! Please comment to let me know <3

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

I was drinking bubble tea and the color reminded me of Herbert West asdfgh

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Criminal Minds Imagine: Being a Paramedic for ‚The Silencer‘

Based of S8 E1 with the Silencer aka John Myers. I always loved that episode, he‘s one of the few unsubs that I can feel for. Fun fact: The actor who plays him is actually deaf as well!

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Canon events, Leg Injury, Short!Reader, Height difference

You were covering the night shift when you were called to come to the Prison and pick up an inmate. Since you were the Hospital closest to the facility you were responsible for the cases that exceeded the qualifications of their medical personnel, as well as anything that happened after their Nurses shift ended. Like now when it was nearing 2 AM in the middle of the night. The guards weren‘t trained to recognize what was wrong with the Inmate, the only thing they could say with certainty over the phone was that he was found collapsed on the floor of his cell, violently shaking as if he was being jolted with electricity.

You and your colleague shot each other a look, while he was driving you prepared the equipment in the back to have anything handy should he turn out to be epileptic or suffer a similarly urgent ailment. You watched the gates of the prison open from the windows in the back, looking on for a moment before you turned back to get a cushion to hold his head still once he was brought in. You opened the doors, the fluorescent lights of the ambulance spilling onto the concrete that the patient was being rolled over by three Guards. They fixated him on a Stretcher of their own, it almost looked too short for a man his size. He was still shaking, you jumped out of the vehicle to help them get him in. His eyelids fluttered when he was brought from the dark into the brightly lit inside of the ambulance, you checked his vitals quickly and prepared an injection.

The Guard that came along for Security reasons hopped in as well and closed the doors behind you, you called out to your colleague to drive without looking up from your patient. The man in front of you didn‘t seem to be aware of anything that was happening, just like you weren’t fully aware of the stuff that Guard was chatting on about while you were at work.

You frowned and looked up when you realized he was talking to you, „Sorry, what was that?“ He sat there so casually like this was a mild nuisance, not the urgent cause for worry over a human life.

„I said it’s a shame you had to come all the way here for that stuff.“ He repeated, and while you looked him in the eyes for a moment and contemplated answering, you didn’t and went back to check for any other injuries.

„So what‘s his problem? Can you tell?“ He pressed on and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his spread knees and looking you over.

„It‘s an allergy.“ You replied, and studied the mans face. Did he have a stroke before? One eyelid was slightly drooping, you flipped through his medical record. While there were many notions about fights he supposedly started and the injuries he took away from them there was nothing there explaining what you were seeing.

And.. „There’s no name? How is that possible?“ The guard shrugged, „Never talked, neither back then or now. Either way he’s silent or he’s violent. A complete waste of tax money if you ask me, but you should know. They call you up for Scum like that in the middle of the night.“

You found yourself getting annoyed with his presence in your work space, this reminded you why you didn’t like taking up these emergencies from the Prison in the first place. That job really seemed to attract a certain kind of man, usually the kind that looked for an excuse to put others down without much of a consequence.

„I don’t know what he did, but being so willing to talk foul of others doesn’t really support your supposed superiority over those you guard.“

You remarked, and there was a moment of silence before suddenly- tires screeched, you were violently thrown back into the wall and the guard flew forward as the ambulance crashed down a hill. Your hearing was muffled by the sound of your blood rushing through your ears like waves crashing down on you, a metallic taste spread in your mouth and made you spit out blood onto the cold floor before you fell unconscious.

It happened so quickly and yet it all took ages, when you regained consciousness you immediately spotted the guard collapsed against the broken doors. You blinked slowly, trying to make out your surroundings.

Hearing velcro snapping open and metal clinking you looked up to find the man getting off his handcuffs and slipping off the Stretcher. When he stood up to his full height his head gently bumped against the ceiling, he tilted his head and looked around-

you make eye contact, you hold onto your breath. He was a Criminal, and judging from the fights he picked in prison he wasn’t adversary to violence.

He said nothing, he only eyed you with suspicion and caution, almost like a wild animal. You didn’t recognize any aggression in his features despite looking worn and well capable of the brutality from his medical record.

He took a step toward you, almost towering over you with the little space he had approached- and held out his hand towards you. His eyes flickered from his hand to you, and your lips parted in surprise. He wasn‘t planning on killing you..

You nervously looked up and yet you found yourself reaching out to him as well to take his offered hand. It engulfed yours easily, his skin radiated warmth against yours and it made you aware of the cold from outside flooding in from the broken doors.

A swift pull brought you up to your feet and a sharp pain made itself aware in your left leg- „Ah..!“ tears shot into your eyes and you instinctively grabbed a hold of his Prison Overall with your free hand to stabilize yourself. „F..Fuck.. I think..“ you breathed. His eyes widened at the sudden motion, instantly letting go of your hand to support your other side. He had seen this pained expression many times, usually it was followed by loud, pained noises that he found unbearable. And yet, even when you gasped in agony it was unexpectedly soft. The tears in your eyes gleamed in the flickering, dimmed lights of the ambulance- it reminded him of something he had read once in a book by Jerry Spinelli; ‚When a Stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light‘

You looked up to meet his gaze, his ever quiet, intense expression. You weren‘t able to get help if you weren‘t able to walk, the phone dangled from the wall with parts of it scattered on the floor alongside a bunch of medical supplies. The Guard and your Colleague seemed to suffer more than mere unconsciousness, it was crucial that you found someone to help. You.. you should probably start off by taking care of your leg as best as the supply of this ambulance would allow it and give yourself a remedy for the pain. That is.. if he wasn‘t going to change his mind on sparing you. You essentially had no idea what his intentions were, only that he could have easily killed you already if he had wanted to. Would he take you hostage now? Use you for his escape and kill you off once you weren‘t of any use for him anymore? You grimaced, both out of pain and fear, but you didn‘t shout or beg. You simply asked, „Are you going to hurt me?“

He didn‘t immediately react, he couldn‘t guarantee that he wouldn‘t if you did something stupid. But he didn‘t intend to, for now. So he slowly shook his head. You exhaled and closed your eyes in relief, squinting again at the pain. „Are you going to take me hostage?“ You asked, again, he shook his head. You nodded, „Then.. I‘m going to be taking some time to get help. It should buy you enough time to disappear. I don‘t know where exactly we are but.. avoid Thompsville, I see a lot of Guards dropping by there to get lunch. They would recognize you.“ He had more reasons to kill you than to let you go, so the least you could do.. was that. That was when it dawned on you that you were practically clawing at his Overall and you quickly let go, taking a step away from him and hitting the stretcher with your back.

He saw the realization on your face when you became aware of your proximity, quickly you retreated from him despite your sprained leg. But unlike everyone else you didn‘t make a disgusted face when they realized he was there, it was.. embarrassment? He slightly tilted his head. John nodded at your words and took a step back as well towards the doors. He knew where he wanted to go now. Before he was arrested there was no calm, no quiet, no matter where he went in hopes of finally living without the agony of the noisy outside world. But due to an unexpected turn of events did he find a vision of such place in prison. The man in the cell next to him talked of a place so peaceful, it left him yearning to go there ever since. Now he actually had an opportunity to see it for himself.

He was about to turn away, to open the doors and go, when he picked up your movements from the corner of his eye. You heaved yourself up on the strainer and tried reaching the supplies from there, but failed to do so because they were up too high. Your hands were shaking. John paused, and why he did it he could not tell, but he went back to go to the cabinet for you. His hand hovered over it, waiting for you to tell him what you needed from it. „Ah.. um, the syringe, and, yes-„ He got out what you told him you needed.

You lifted your shaking leg so you could start cutting open your pant leg, he got impatient and took the scissors from you and kneeled down to do it instead. He carefully propped your foot on his chest, you looked at him in surprise but let him proceed. He carefully cut through your pants up to your knee to reveal the swelling that confirmed it to be sprained. He helped you put an ankle brace on, careful not to touch you. It might prevent further injury when you moved, and the pain medication you injected yourself would soon start to work as well. You sighed when everything was done that could be done for now- he watched you run your hand over your face. When he helped you you had winced here and there, sighed at the pain, but you didn‘t pull away. Your eyes locked with his, there was no need for you to speak, he nodded at you as if he instantly understood what you felt. You figured he saw it as a repayment for helping him out of the seizure he suffered.

John turned around to open the doors, looking left and right before jumping out of the car. The ambulance had landed in the forest next to the highway, it was dark and steep. You limped towards the doors, and lowered yourself to sit on the floor so didn‘t need to jump when you slid out and came in contact with the forest floor. He was looking around, working on putting together a flashlight he had found in the car. Where were you..? You have rarely been the driver during Calls like these so you couldn‘t really tell where the highway was going either. Shit.. you didn‘t want to hitchhike, how high was the possibility of being spared by a Criminal twice? You‘d rather not wander the street in the middle of the night to be picked up by god knows who. No, best case scenario was you found a shop with cameras, the manager could call an ambulance and send them to your stranded car to help the other two.

The man managed to turn on the flashlight and looked back at you, gesturing you to come along. He would get you close enough to civilization until you could safely walk the rest on your own, maybe you recognized your surroundings at any point and could pinpoint him into a secluded direction.

You followed suit as best as you could, thankfully he illuminated the path in front of you both so you wouldn‘t trip and hurt yourself even more. The forest air was cold but fresh, you heard birds calling out in the distance and the rustling of leaves as the wind bend the trees in what was going to be a storm in foreseeable time.

„I like Night time walks..“ you started talking, just because the whole Situation was freaking you out and you still had lots of Adrenaline pumping through you, „It‘s usually too bright and noisy when you walk in the Daytime. But it‘s really pretty when you look into the Orange lights of someones windows against the blue night. And when the birds act up around the time it gets dark and they fly around in swarms.“ John shot you a glance, lingering for a moment before looking ahead again. When was the last time he was out at night? He tried remembering the last time he had seen what you described to him. Maybe it was in Spring, the night had been warmer than the ones before.

You found a walking path soon, a good sign that you were somewhat close to civilization, at least you could follow that path now instead of hoping that you were somewhat steady in the direction you‘ve been taking. The pain medication was working by now, but it didn‘t make walking any less difficult for you. The man was walking slower so you could keep up, you were thankful of that but at what rate would you actually get somewhere with the way you were limping? The longer you two were gone the closer he was to have the Police called on him. You hoped that he wouldn‘t abandon you in the forest because of this. Time was running and it would rain soon.

It’s been a while, you couldn’t tell if it was thirty minutes or two hours when you came across a gigantic tree on your path, it was so dark you couldn‘t even see the trunk. The man approached it and looked around as well, climbing it with ease and huffing when he jumped off to the other side. You slowed down in your steps, eyeing this massive obstacle in your path warily- he pointed the light back at you so you could see and it wasn‘t looking good. Should you try to get on your stomach and then just.. just move over like a seal? The man seemed to recognize the problem as well, because he got on top of the tree as well. He crouched down to one knee and held his arm out to you.

You limped closer and carefully put one hand on his shoulder, imagining he‘d support your balance– you let out a surprised sound when his hand came around your waist instead and he heaved you up into his arms instead with one arm, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing. You instantly went to put your arms around him to hold on, clawing at his collar. You felt heat rushing into your face when you felt his fingers gently dig into your thighs. He rose up to his full height again, adjusting you in his arms by heaving you up a little more. He got off the tree, careful not to shake you too much. For a second he caught a whiff of your perfume. It was sweet, like a vision of the place the man in prison had told him about. The paradise he was chasing, with lush fields and honeybees.

When his feet touched ground again, John pointed the light towards you again to check if you were alright. His eyes widened just a little when he saw that a dark shade of red had flooded your cheeks, and your eyes caught his with a glassy look of embarrassment. He mustered you for signs of discomfort, yet the only thing he could discern was that you seemed to be.. flustered. Hm.

People usually didn’t react to him that way. Many of them crossed the street or put distance between themselves and him even if he was just minding his own business.

His imposing height paired with this impairment he had with noises, his defiance to speak after growing up deaf, it made him unapproachable and suspicious to most people. He understood why, and over time the noise sensitivity and isolation had turned him into a recluse. But..

he couldn’t deny that this felt nice, comforting in a way. He didn’t remember the last time he wanted to be careful with someone else in the way he was with you right now.

He held out the flashlight to you and you took it from him with a questioning look. Once his other hand was free he put his other arm around your legs, shifting you so you laid in his arms like a bride instead. You swallowed thickly, unable to break eye contact with him for yet another moment before you pointed the light ahead of you so he could see. His hands were warm through the fabric of your clothes.

„So you don‘t talk at all..?“ You started after a while, looking up into his face. It seemed like he was going to show no reaction, but then he nodded slowly while still looking ahead. „I assume no one in Prison is using sign language with you.“ You were quiet for a while, rocking in his arms with every step. You heard the gravel under his shoes. The wind picked up, you slightly cowered more into his chest. „If you had written letters to someone they would have known your name by now. So.. so do you communicate with anyone at all?“ You looked up to him, he frowned and his eyelids fluttered for a moment. How did you know? Why did you ask? He did not dare meet your gaze.

First raindrops were starting to come down, a contrasting cold against your warm cheeks. You shivered. „That must be hard.“ You breathed, gaze letting go of him to trail down to your legs. The swelling of your leg still alarmingly prominent. When the rain picked up you blinked fast and instinctively hid your face in his Overall. His eyes quickly darted down to you when you did that, John slightly pressed his lips together and slowly looked up again. Your nose nuzzled against him, it felt like he held a fawn in his arms.

It seemed as if the forest was slowly clearing up, the path was getting wider. You must be close now-

A light cut through the dark, one that was not your own. He spotted a house, no, more than that. A village.

The luminescent lights of a nearby gas station reached you, a car was just driving away from there.

Relief coursed through you, you turned off the flashlight and ran a hand through your hair. God.. you actually managed to get there before the night was over! Maybe your colleagues had a chance, maybe someone had called already to find your ambulance. You needed to tell them where you were.

He halted and bend over, carefully helping you back onto your feet. His eyes flickered over you when he stabilized you and took back the flashlight. You realized he wouldn’t want to get any closer, once you made your call this place would be swarmed by Police.

So.. this was it?

You breathed out and looked at him, you didn’t quite know what to say. Your form stood against the orange light from behind you, contrasting the blue from the night. A scene molded out of your words. Maybe you could make all these impressions come true with your words.

„I.. um,“ you brushed a wet strand of hair out of your face, it was pouring now. „Thank you for taking me here. I don’t know what you did that got you into prison, but I know what you did for me so.. please stay safe.“

You smiled and, maybe it was the adrenaline but, you leaped forward and hugged him. Johns arms instinctively jumped upwards in surprise, he felt his heart race against the spot where your head laid.

He was.. fully immobile for a moment, when he managed to regain his senses John put his arms around your smaller frame in return. He engulfed you easily, the rain seemed to stop when he lowered his head to rest on top of yours for a moment. Even now he seemed to be very careful with his touch.

He felt weirdly grateful for this, for the way you allowed him some kindness despite his unknown past, despite his Silence. You squeezed him and let go, he inhaled deeply and nodded at you before taking a few steps back.

You smiled lightly and turned around to go to the Gas station. When you turned around one more time he was gone, but you saw the faint light of the flashlight dancing through the trees. Birds called out from the forest and took off into the sky.

It‘s been a while since I‘ve written or posted anything. I hope you liked this nonetheless and if you did it would motivate me if you left a comment or an ask!!