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Summary: Reader takes care of a sleepy Michael. (Younger!Michael Langdon x Female!Reader)

Warm water flows over the washcloth, soaking the material thoroughly before you shut the tap off. As you wring out the excess water, you look up at yourself in the mirror. Your neck is painted in numerous pink and red marks, curtesy of person waiting for you in the bedroom. The trail of love bites is long. Most are hidden beneath your silk bathrobe. 

Sighing at the coverup work you will have to do to hide these for work in the morning, you decide to finish the task at hand. Returning to the bedroom, you’re greeted by the sight of Michael curled on the bed and dozing off.

“Michael,” you coo at him, threading your fingers through his soft honey blonde hair, “I need to wake up, baby.” 

Michael moans lowly, nuzzling his face further into the comforter. It always takes a lot of effort to get him to move after a long night of fucking. 

“Don’t you want to be a good boy for mommy? Let me help you get cleaned up then we can cuddle.”

Your offer entices him just enough for him to compile, rolling over to lie on his back and offering his naked form to you. Michael whimpers when you peck his lips and pull away too quickly for his liking. Tugging on the hem of your robe, he pouts his puffy lips, wanting another kiss. Deciding you have tortured him enough for the night, you give him a longer much more passionate kiss. Your tongue traces along his lower lip, asking for entrance which he grants. Your tongues fight for dominance. You easily win due to Michael’s tiredness and desire to please. 

Feeling the washcloth losing its heat, you attempt to pull away but Michael is having none of it. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he tries to tug you down with him.

“You’re so needy, aren’t you?” You chuckle, rubbing the cloth over his face. 

“Only for you mommy,” he grins at you lazily, his eyes heavy with sleep. 

“Let me finish. After that, I’m all yours.” 

Wiping the remnants of cum off his stomach, you feel Michael’s muscles tense beneath your touch. His hips rut upwards as the cloth gets closer to his member as you continue to clean him. Once satisfied, you cross the room and hang the washcloth on the laundry bin. Turning back towards the bed, you find Michael already under the covers and holding them open for you. 

“Now can we cuddle? Naked?” He questions cutely with his head tilted, hair falling over his eyes. 

“Of course baby. Whatever you want.” 

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Serving You

Summary: The Reader stalls Micheal’s own release in favor of her own. (Michael Langdon x Female!Reader)

The bed creaks under Michael’s weight as he tries to pull free from his restraints. Although the ties are silk, they still bite at his wrists when he harshly tugs. Calling out to you, he receives no response. The tiny earplugs placed in his ears and the cover over his eyes leave him devoid of two very useful senses. All he can do is wait for you to make your next move. He isn’t sure how long he’s been like this, naked and waiting. His cock aches and throbs as precum dribbles from the tip. 

You watch from across the room as your lover ruts his hips, hoping you might close enough that he’ll feel you against him. It’s been ten minutes of him writhing on the bed, waiting so desperately for you. Deciding he’s ready, you make your way toward the bed, your eyes rack over his body like a hungry predator taking in her prey. That’s what he is tonight, your prey. The control is in your hands and you’re going to enjoy every second of it. By the end, he will too. 

When your chilled finger tips make contact with the inside of his ankle, his body jerks suddenly, unprepared for your touch. 

“(Y/N),” he lets out breathlessly. The rising and falling of his chest accelerate as he tries to anticipate what you will likely do next.  

Your touch skims along the length of his leg and across his well-defined thigh, so close to his cock but never giving him the satisfaction of feeling you there. A low growl rumbles in his chest. His defiant need for control sparking. You tsk, watching the frown grow on his face when you cease touching him. 

Shocking him, your index finger traces his member from the base to the tip. You drag your finger up his abdomen and chest, spreading the precum that had collected on the pad of your finger. His muscle flex under your touch. 

Torturing him further, you leave a light kiss at the corner of his mouth. Recognizing your actions, Michael swiftly turns his head in a futile attempt to steal a kiss. Snickering at his failure, you peck his nose, only annoying him further.

Growing tired of playing games, you carefully straddle his waist. The moment your core touches his cock, Michael bucks his hips causing his length to press on your clit. You let out a yelp as he chuckles beneath you, continuing to move his hips. Not taking too kindly to his antics, your hand is quick to grip his throat. Your nails dig into his flesh and you can feel his racing pulse. 

He stills, knowing that continuing will only hinder his chances of getting off sooner. As a reward for his compliance, you kiss him deeply, not asking for entrance before your tongues fight for dominance. Seating yourself back on his lap, you rock your hips, allowing him to slip through your slick folds. You shudder when the head of his cock brushes against you at the perfect angle. 

“Fuck, please (Y/N).” He begs, rutting upwards again. This time you don’t stop him, enjoying it too much. “I’m gonna cum. I need to be inside you.” 

You’re close too. Your thighs ache and your pussy tingles in delight. Wanting to delay both your highs, you slow your rhythm. Michael groans in irritation as he feels his release flutter away. You play this game with him a few more times. 

Planting your hands on his chest, your pace increases again. Your hips moving to an unheard beat. Your right hand slips between you both, fisting his cock. He quivers at your touch, moaning your name. Aligning him with your waiting core, you lower yourself onto him. Both of you moan, when he finally bottoms out. 

“So tight. You feel so good.” 

At his praise, your pussy clenches around him. Once adjusted to his size, you begin to ride him. With each bounce, Michael’s length brushes against your walls, making your back arch. He thrusts in time with you, both of you working together. 

You can feel yourself reaching the edge of your orgasm again. Pressing on your clit, shocks erupt through your lower half. Michael groans beneath you but you pay him no mind; focused on your own pleasure. 

A few more bounces on his cock and the coil snaps plunging you straight into orgasmic bliss. You’re body shudders as you continue to ride him through your orgasm. Michael feels the way your core spasms around him but can do nothing but rut his hips upwards in the hope you’ll give him his end too. That doesn’t happen. 

Experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm, your hips move to a much slower pace. Michael, who is teetering on the verge of cumming, is pulled back to the harsh reality that you are in control of when he gets his release. 

“(Y/N), please. I need to cum. Please let me cum.” His pleading begins again. His voice is laced with desperation. 

“You will baby. But first, you need to make me cum again.” 

You will eventually give him what he wants but for now, he is going to serve you.  

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The dead past

(TW!! self harm/abuse/hatred/violence)

April 29th 2020

He just stood there. Not a word spoken, not even a sound. Just stared at me with those cold, dark eyes. I searched for some sort of remorse, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. It made my stomach churn, as I looked at him wearily. "----?... Please just... say something."

He looked away from me, looking to the empty highway. Where were all the cars?.. not a single one had passed in the last hour of us standing here, at least that's how it seemed. It didn't feel real, standing here infront of him. He didn't feel real. He turned his gaze to me.

His eyes were so dark, clouded over. Was he here? Or was he somewhere else?.. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk, he looked stoic. Unnerved almost, it was as if he looked like he could snap at any moment. I wanted to hear him. His voice one more time before I was forgotten.

He knew why I was there. What I wanted, what I wanted to hear and see. He wouldn't give me any of it. He was different, not so naive. But with that, he was stone cold. The young boy that laughed was gone, he was hurt to many times. I hiccuped, tears going down my cheeks.

"God please I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry for what I did please.. just talk to me please I just!-" "Shut up." Even his voice was different. So cold, gruff, and deep. I looked at him with wide eyes. This wasn't the boy I knew.. he was so different. Not easy to manipulate anymore..

"I dont wanna hear your bullshit, just get the fuck out before I make you myself." He wasn't gonna take my apology. I messed up bad no I wanted to make him cry I didn't want to cry!! No no this isn't how it's supposed to be he's supposed to!- "Out. Now." I froze, gulping.

"You think I needed you?" He stepped closer to me, being intimidating. "You think I wanted you? You made me a fool, you made me weak." I trembled, looking down at the ground. He laughed "Look at you!! You can't even have someone raise their voice at you. You're weak."

"Y-You're wrong!.. you're.. you're wrong.." I knew he was right. I was weak. He was everything I couldn't be. I wished to be strong, to be confident. I never could be. I wasn't him. He wasn't me. "I am right. I can see your hesitation. You're literally see through." He laughed

He stepped right infront of my shaking figure, as the tears streamed down my face. "I thought maybe I was different from you, so many people put that idea into my head. Now that I think about it, I think they're right." He laughed again. "How could I be as weak as you?"

"I'm not a weak, obedient little girl like you are. I don't care as much, I don't worry as much either. God I'm so glad, you're dead!!" My eyes shot open, staring at him in disbelief. "You were such an embarrassment I mean.. with the whole "dick" situation, that was stupid!"

"He kept hurting you, & yet you let him haha! You didn't even try and get help, did you little girl?" The tears wouldn't stop. The shaking wouldnt stop. He just smiled. "That's what you are, a scared little girl that doesn't like conflict, that doesn't wanna "get hurt" right?"

"Well guess what? I don't talk to him, I dont give him the time of DAY. Ya wanna know why? B/c people don't change. They never do! So instead of wasting time on an asshole or someone that doesnt care, move on little girl. Ah I can't blame you tho, that's just who you are, huh?"

He laughed in my face as he gripped my shoulder tightly, a sick smile drawn on his face. "Oh I hate you.. so much. You have no idea.. everytime I see your face on a picture I just want to cut it up and throw it into a fire." He growled, digging his nails into my skin.

"I'll see you again sometime maybe, hah probably not. Maybe when I get fired up again about your stupid decisions, I might come back." "J-Jake please I'm sorry!-" "Don't be." He smiled at me, taking in a deep breath. "If it wasn't for you, sweet, stupid, naive little girl.."

"I wouldn't be here." His voice was deep, chilling me to my core. "Without the fuck ups you've made, I wouldn't be here to run this wonderful life on earth, now would I? I wouldn't know what's a fuck up, and I wouldn't know what's perfect. Would I, little girl?"

"N-No.. I just wanted to help them a-and I just wanted to save!-" "Exactly. You wanted be something for someone else other then yourself. Well guess what? That doesn't work for long. You'll get fuckin broken and beat." He huffed, letting go of my shoulder. He looked up.

Then looked back at me. "Really though, thanks for being you. Now I know what not be, and what to be! I don't listen to people, I do what I want, and be what I want for myself. While you're over there being something you aren't for other people, wanting to die~ I'll be happy."

His smile sent shivers down my spine as I fell to the floor, grabbing at my ribs. I could feel them so easily, as they poked through my skin. Blood came out of my mouth as I looked up at him, his eyes glowing crimson. He chuckled, backing away. "Can't die peacefully, can you?"

He shot a dagger into my stomach, as I hunched over more. I slid to my side, laying in the cold wet grass. I gasped for air as he came closer again. He laughed at me, spitting in my face. "I really.. /really/ hate you." He crouched down to my face. "Go on, die Sophia." I let go.

I felt so warm as he felt so cold. I frowned as he smiled. He found true happiness through killing me?.. I coughed out more blood as my vision got spotted. All I could see was the crimson in his eyes, as I felt myself leave again. He knew I wouldn't be fully gone, no. I couldn't leave fully just yet.

I knew he couldn't wait until I was dead. But until then, he would continue to kill me over and over again. To kill the thing that caused him so much pain. I didn't wanna cause pain.. I just wanted to help people. Everyone but myself. With that, I ended up dying.

I saw how happy he was when my eyes glazed over, even though he knew it would be only for a bit. He was happy. That's all that mattered. He was happy and I was dead. No one cares about me, they just cared about my body. They never cared about who I was.

I saw him get up, and walk away into a dark tunnel. They love him for him.. not for his body.. tears dripped down my face, happy for him. Desperate for my life. It was never ever about me, only about who wanted me.

I laid there now cold without his presence. His presence was so nice... Comforting. Something I always wanted. I felt drips onto my face, seeing the thunder and rain come from the hills.

I wanted to be like him.

But I couldn't.

So he became someone entirely different.

Then here I was, Sophia, long and forgotten. The only people "caring" about me were disgusting. I realized that now. I realized that once I was killed.

Maybe I'll learn next time. But for now, I'll lay here.

Lay here in these clothes that disgust me.

Lay here in the cold, wet grass.

Lay here with the masks around me.

Lay here with the cuts and blood, gushing out of my body.

I'm so sorry, body.

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This was a mega mega rant, and made me feel a little better. I hope you enjoy.

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The Silence after sex

This is an answer to that one anon who legit sent me a blank ask it’s right here. (Apparently it didn’t let me answer it directly) But, Seriously -.-‘ I’m not sure if you did it on purpose or if it was an accident. How am I supposed to answer silence???? You know what since ya like trolling me so much I’ll indulge ya. So I looked at this ask and, thought okay silence hmm-

The silence after sex

All characters 18+

Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou,  Shinsou Hitoshi,  Hawks (Takami Keigo), Fatgum (Toyomitsu Taishiro) Twice (Bubaigawara Jin) x reader (They are in that order if you wanna skip around)

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Hi I’m a smaller writing blog and I want to follow other smaller writing blogs!

If you’re a writeblr who has less than 1k followers, and you post a lot of original content (poetry, prose) and/or talk about your oc’s, your process, etc. can you like or reblog this? 

I’m not looking for fanfiction writers, sorry.

I’m also an adult, so if you’re a minor and that puts you off, don’t interact. 

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///This is just a thing for me that I did to calm down from last night. Read if you like.///

Lost work

Soft version

I rubbed small circles into his back as he cried, embracing him with my warmth. 

"i-I can't believe it!! All that work I just put into that a-and my emotions I-"

The poor thing could barely get out a sentence without crying again. 

"Baby.. baby sweetheart it's okay.. listen, if you can't get it back you'll just have to re do it... I know I know but..."

I squeezed his hand, tears still pouring out of his eyes.

"You just gotta come to terms with it being gone, and making it ten times better. There's never gonna just be onnee time Mike and I argue, there'll be plenty of that haha.."

He sniffled, looking up at me with those doe eyes.

"i-I just can't believe I was that stupid... My dumbass PRESSED discard.."

His face contorted into a cry again, leaning against me as I cradled him.

 "It's okay doll, did I ever tell you about the time I slammed my finger with a sledgehammer?"

His pretty eyes looked at me shocked, still glistening with wetness as he blinked at me in surprise.

"w-what?!? When was this??! How is your finger not gone!!-" 

I laughed hard, seeing his adorable response. He pouted at me, putting his head down.

"Hey hey there handsome I didn't say you could look away from me…"

 My confidence was a bit boosted, and yet when he looked up at me again I still felt the warmth in my face.

"Anyways, the moral of the story is. Watch where you throw things, and watch where you press  things. And ESPECIALLY..."

 I say leaning in close to his face, feeling his small breath on my face.

"Keep track of where your fingers are~"

 I winked at him, him getting flustered squeaking at me not to say things like that.

"Whaatt? I'm just saying to watch where your fingers are..."

My voice turned husky as I trailed my fingers up his shirt, his eyes going wide and dilating.

"Mmm my little angel huh… my little anioł ~" i say, just before I start to tickle his ribs

He squeaked in surprise, giggling at my touch as I laughed at him. He laughed harder, begging me to stop. But I didn't let up yet, hearing his laughter was too precious to me.

I finally let up, him breathing heavily underneath me as he looked up at me tiredly.

"Mm.. is my little anioł tired?"

"Uh Huh…" he said quietly, as we looked at the time.

"You gotta stop staying up all night doll…" 

He hummed, snuggling into my chest as I laid back on the bed. 

"Good baby.. I'll wake you up in a little bit, okay?"

"Otays… I luh youuss…"

"I love you too, little angel."

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After spending an hour and a half writing something so emotional, I accidentally deleted it. I'm beyond upset, crying.

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Short little sorry featuring Mr. Cortes

Love note crime scene

You walk into the bar scanning the crowd of rowdy men and women, drunk off their feet. Jazz music played calmly throughout the speakers, making them dance like they were at their honeymoon. Now.. where is that bloke? You spot a man in the back of the room, wearing a blue button up, seeing the rest of his suit beside him. He’s drinking some sort of cocktail, looking down at some papers. You speed walk over to the man, yes.. That was the man you were looking for. You sit down across from him at the booth, him not taking his eyes off the paper. “Dr-” “Don’t call me Dr. here, we’re gliding low, remember?” “ah yes.. Cameron, what do we have here?” The man paused and looked around, then looked up at you with his piercing maroon eyes. “At the library, it seems someone forgot to clean up their.. Mess..” He tossed pictures of a crime scene towards you, them having young women slaughtered. “Now.. no name, there’s only a few people that go to a library. Brain whizzes, people that need somethin for homework, or just go there for a hang out spot.” He shows you a couple more pictures, instead of young women its note, notes to one of the girls found dead.

 “So, which one of those three catergories do you suggest would want to..” He taps the note, the note reading: “Jackie, I know you do not know me, but I’ve watched you from afar. Your beauty has swooned me, will you give me a chance and the honors of taking you to homecoming in a few weeks? Yours truly, your secret admirer - 8” The man snickered for a moment, and took the pictures, putting them into a file. “Now if I were an extroverted person, I would just go right up to the girl. But.. in the case of being shy, or introverted, I would write my crush a love note.” You nod, looking at the man deep in thought. “But why.. Make a mess of the situation if they’re your crush hm? Looks like Jackie said nope to whoever this was.” He put his hand in the air and waved over a waiter. He murmured to the waiter for another cocktail, glancing at you, ordering your favorite drink. The waiter rushed away to get your drinks, as the man looked at you with a firm gaze. “We need to go to her school and question her friends, because as you know girls talk, a lot. If some creepo or any person came up to Jackie or put this in her locker, the first thing she's gonna do is tell her “girlfriends”, right?” 

“Yeah I suppose so.. But this persons a secret admirer, how would they know who it is?” Cameron smiled, and took out his phone for a moment, setting it down seconds later. “Teenage girls really should be hired for the FBI, if you have girlfriends, they can find shit out about anybody. When I say anybody, I mean anybody. It’s like some sort of super power, I have a younger sister as you know.” “Hm.. how are we gonna get them to talk?” “Just promise them a trip to starbucks or get them one of the $15 cards you can use there, that’ll get them talking.” You laugh at the joke, making humor of the situation made it a little less uncomfortable. As you did that, the waiter brought over your drinks, as Cameron took a long gulp of his. He brought out his pen, clicking it to jot down a few notes in a small journal he brought. You observed the man, with his dark brown hair, and the eyebrow piercing over his left eye. Watching his maroon eyes dart around the room, then back to his journal. “Uh kinda off topic but.. Does it get really stressful for you? Heh actually I probably shouldn’t even ask that.. Of course it does, You’re a PR, detective on the side, AND a doctor at the Psychesphere Mental Ward? How do you do it all?” 

He slammed his journal together grabbing his pen and putting it all in his book bag at lightning speed. He looked up and smiled, placing money for the drinks on the table with a small tip, “It’s called multitasking my friend, see ya on the flip side.” and with that, he rushed out of the bar leaving you slightly baffled. Seeing he left you a note, you read it noticing it was a quote. It’s read: “The present time has one advantage over every other – it is our own.” 

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//This is something I wrote awhile ago, another prompt,another prologue. Let me know if you like it, and I'll add more.//(!!TW!! Mentions of abuse/some gore)

Subjects G-073

Prologue: 4/14/20

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Activating File #G3

loading... loading… loading.. 100% complete

Would you like to run a progress check on subject G-073?

[Yes] No

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Running diagnostic... 35%

loading... 77%

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-Diagnostic results-

Name: Gwenevere Williams

Date of Birth: N/A

Age: N/A

Gender: F

Hair: Brown

Eyes: L Blue

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What is Subject G-073?

“Was found in an abandoned mansion near Bethlehem Insane Asylum, London. She was afraid, stating someone was coming after her to take her away to a place called the Pychesphere, and we would all die if we took her away. She has been staying at the CLASSIFIED project lab for 2 months, not much activity other than mumbling and having extreme tourettes outbursts. She is reluctant to talk, has only stated things like “They are coming” and “Where is bubby?.” We do not know who she is talking about, we have diagnosed her with Schizophrenia. Dr. Schnitzenheim sees something in her, explaining that doing tests on her will do us no good. We got Subject G a therapist, which Subject G attacked in under 5 minutes. Taze guns do not affect the subject, we have recorded proof of her being able to manipulate the electricity, and even trying to bust our technology. She is class 4 out of 5, very dangerous and no personnel are allowed in her quarters. If anything happens under codes 840 and 310, call Dr. Schnitzenheim ASAP.”

Danger Level: 4[EXTREME]

Plan: “Find out where she is from, do tests on the subject to figure out her ways of bending/controlling electricity. Find out her connections with P-”

“S-sir..? There is a new subject you need to look at right away.” 

The small assistant panted out, catching his breath from the long run across the base. Sighing, the doctor looked over to the red headed boy. “You’ve been working here for four months Tate, you should know by now you can use the phones to get ahold of me.” “O-Oh yeah! Sorry I'm just very scatterbrain today haha..” the boy looked over to the two way mirror, looking at the subject curled up in the corner of her quarters. The doctor typed in a few things into the computer, as Riley furrowed his brows. “Has.. Has she moved at all since the last visit?” “No, No she hasn’t.” “O-Oh.. well don’t you think someone should check on h-her?” The doctor coughed, looking up from the computer to meet his assistants eyes. “You do remember what happened last time we did that, correct?” realization hit the young boy, as he looked down at the files. “Peter hasn’t come back from the hospital, and if it was only up to me I would have just got rid of him since he was dead as soon as she struck him” He clicked his pen, jotting down notes in a small journal. “W-What do you mean Sir?” Clearing his throat, the doctor looked at the subject and raised a brow. “When she has touched anyone, they have fallen fatally sick. Why is that? Or what about the fact that she has three different doctors, no not nurses, doctors. Whatever she is, she’s not human. Or at least isn’t anymore.”

    “W-Well why is she still here sir? Isn’t she like.. Really really dangerous?`` ''Yes Tate she is, but as the diagnostic says, Dr. Schnitzenheim is wanting to keep her here until we figure her out. Unless she starts being compliant, she’s gonna be here for a while.” “O-Oh ok.. W-wait you need to go see the new subject now! Quickly!” Tate started jogging away to section A, where we kept all of our new and potential subjects. Clicking the pen, the doctor took a deep breath. “I’ll be back, behave alright?” ”O#kaY..’” the girl whimpered, keeping her knees up against her chest. As the doctor left the room, she looked up with hypnotic blue eyes, tears running down her cheeks. With a deranged smile on her face, she moved her gaze to the camera aimed at her corner of the room. She giggled at the camera, and turned her gaze to the two way mirror. She struggled getting up from her position, her arms being bound to her body. She used the wall as support, and began walking over to the small desk in the corner of the room. There was a notebook in a plastic bag, along with a pen that was sealed in its case. 

    She stared at them for a moment and sat down at the small chair belonging to the desk. She had begged Cameron for something to do in this room, for the atmosphere was so sad and chaotic. Even if she couldn’t get to the items, it still made her happy there was something to look at other than white, white, and oh! More fuckin white. She grumbled to herself, her dark brown hair getting in her face. She giggled again, and got up kicking the table slightly, and began to circle around the room boredly, giggling to herself and her thoughts. Then, she finally settled back into her resting place, and stared at the camera that didn’t dare leave her figure, knowing what could happen if it did. In the other room, there was a young man being held in section A of the building.

“ Hey buddy, what’s your name?”

    All that greeted Cameron was silence, and he couldn’t see the boys face since all of his black hair was in the way. Cameron cleared his throat, and put his hands together on the table. “C’mon you’re not getting out of here until you speak up, I’m not your enemy here.” I heard a groan from the silent boy, then he looked up. Everyone gasped in the room, seeing the resemblance of this boy and.. Him. The man that escaped our ward, but the public didn’t know this was the place he escaped from. “My name.. ?” he looked around the room, his dull blue eyes scanning the people in the room. “It’s.. I think it’s Julles, that’s all I remember..” He put his head down, weeping quietly. “Where am I..? What happened to me why does my throat and head hurt so bad?..” “What is the last thing you remember?” Cameron said quietly. Waving his hand subtley to the Annie. Julles looked up at Cameron, “I.. I remember screaming to somebody, then some guy in a trench coat put his hand on my head and..” He looked to the side at the wall, a small “vrrmmm” could be heard in the room. The door opened loudly, making the boy jerk out of his seat slightly, seeing Dr.Hodge. She came over to the table, her heels clicking on the hard surface of the floor. “Julles huh? Is your last name Levin?” The boy looked up to her, and squinted his eyes in thought. “That.. that sounds familiar.. I think so?..” Nina chuckled, jotting down onto her notebook. “Of course you’re a Levin, you look exactly like your father, except your eyes have a bit more life in them. She took out a picture from a folder, it was a picture of an old abandoned mansion. “Do you know this place?” Cameron and Julles both looked at it, their eyes becoming wide.

 Cameron tried to hide his surprise, as Annie tapped his shoulder, making a motion to the door. Cameron got up from the seat, Dr. Hodge taking his place as she tried getting an answer from the confused and scared boy. He followed the small assistant outside of the room, turning slightly by the door. “What’s going on? Isn’t that the same place we found Subject G?” ”Yes that’s where we found Gwen, what part of the building was he in?” she paused, clutching her notes to her chest. “He.. He was in the next room, but when we searched the place the first time, finding her- he wasn’t there, there was nothing. We don’t know how he got there or.. If he really does have a connection with her. He has the same sort of zombie-like state she had when we first brought her in, too.” Cameron tapped his foot nervously, hearing muffled voices in the room. “This is really no job for these people, they have no clue what we could be messing with. Dr. Schnitzenheim will love to see this, I know for sure. But the thing is.. Do we really want to get caught up in all of this?” Annie lowered her head slightly, looking up at Cameron with her light green eyes. “The people running this place.. Are they hiding something from everybody else?” “Annie you know better then to ask me that kind of question.” He said, his voice deep and his eyes boring into hers. “O-Okay sir i’m sorry..” she backed up slightly, looking around the halls of the ward. “I’ll talk with you later.. It’s close to my lunch break i-is it okay if I go a tad early? I didn’t catch breakfast today..”

He put his hands behind his back, gripping his wrist tightly. “Go ahead, have a good lunch Ms. Hanson.” with his okay, Annie rushed off to the staff lounge. He stayed outside of the room for a little longer, thinking of her question and why he had to snap at her like that. He chuckled lowly, and went into the room where Julles was being questioned. The buzzing noise was getting louder, and the boy looked even more uncomfortable than before. Dr. Hodge had her head in her hands, and sighed frustratedly. “He doesn’t remember anything, what in the hell are we supposed to do with the information that he had a coffee cup in his bag?” “Nina, how about you let me talk to him.” She looked up at him, and got up from the seat and stood by the door. “Alone, Dr. Hodge.” she looked at him surprised, and waved at the assistants to go with her. Then, finally when Cameron and Julles were alone, the boy seemed a bit more comfortable. “I’m sorry everything is so formal, it’s just very important that we figure out why you were there. “ Julles shifted in his seat and gulped, “I really don’t know what the fuck is going on here sir..” He looked up at Cameron, with fear in his eyes. “But something is happening to me.. And.. and do you have any fuckin advil my head hurts so bad..” He clutched his head, as Cameron studied the boy. Black hair, dull blue eyes, eyebrow piercing on the left just like Cameron, and very fair. His eyes seemed to change from a light blue to dark grey every few moments. He could see Julles was getting impatient so he called the front office, asking for a bottle of advil. A nurse rushed in and put the bottle down, running away quickly out of the room. Julles grabbed the bottle violently, trying to open it with his shaky hands. Cameron got up, and went over to the water fountain that was in the corner of the room. He filled a paper cup up with water, and chuckled- walking over to Julles setting it down. “Want some help there son? Those caps are tricky” He took the bottle from him gently, and opened it taking out two pills, handing them to Julles. 

“Thanks..” he swallowed the pills and chugged the water quickly, and looked up to Cameron. “Are you up for a meal? It’s on me.” the doctor said, with a gentle smile on his face. Julles shifted in his seat before looking down again. “Y-Yeah actually.. I’m starving.” “Alrighty, follow me and I’ll get you something to eat.” Julles stood up hesitantly, and followed the doctor out of the room. They went down long hallways, hearing muffled noises from other rooms until they got to a navy blue door. In this room were tables and chairs, and there was a kitchen hidden behind a small window that Cameron walked over to. There was a man behind the window that popped his head up, the chef's hat getting in his face slightly. “Rhowch rif 5 a 7 i mi os gwelwch yn dda” “ie sir.” the man smiled, and disappeared into the kitchen. “Go ahead and sit down wherever you like, our food will be out in a moment.” Julles sat down at a table near the window with a confused expression on his face, as the doctor got two water bottles and sat them down in the middle of them. “How long have you been like this, do you know?” He took the water bottle, taking long gulps of his. He panted, and looked around. “It’s strange.. I feel like I've been like this for a long time, but I just woke up yesterday in that creepy mansion place..”

“So maybe you have a case of amnesia, do you remember anything at all? A name, face, place?” Julles fidgeted, “Just.. Just the scream, and the guy in the trench coat. He had a bandage around his eyes I think..” “You said he put his hand on your head, right? Did it do anything?” the room was still, but you could hear the small buzz as if the atmosphere made noise. “Yes.. Yes it hurt a lot. It burned, it felt like my head was gonna explode.. And- ngh!” He grabbed his head and groaned in pain. Without saying anything, Cameron took out the advil and gave the boy in pain two more pills- which Julles took without any hesitation. After several moments, a young boy came out of the kitchen and sat the plates of food down quietly, seeing that Julles was in a major state of pain- which wasn’t uncommon in this place. Julles unclutched his head, and looked around with a paranoid look on his face. He looked down, seeing the roasted turkey sandwich, with mashed potatoes and gravy in front of him. “T-Thanks.. For this” he mumbled and began eating the food, seeming to hold himself back from scarfing it down. Cameron brought his plate close to him- a chicken alfredo pasta - and chuckled at the boy. “You don’t have to thank me, it may be good manners but I’m just treating you like a human. That’s one thing people don’t remember nowadays, is that if you keep treating people like animals- you’re gonna get an animal alright” They giggled at the joke, trying to make this situation a little more light-hearted.

They ate their food in silence for a few moments, before Julles looked up and glanced out of the window. His eyes went wide, and he froze in fear. Cameron glanced out of the window calmly, and saw why Julles looked so frightened. About 200 yards away from the building at the tree line, was a man in a trench coat. His hands behind his back, and it looked like there were bandages on his face around his eyes. “Julles he can’t get you in he-” the loudest scream Cameron ever heard ripped out of Julles throat. Cameron crashed into the wall behind Jullian, in shock of what was happening. He heard screams in the kitchen, and heard more of them muffled across the ward. The chairs in front of Julles moved forward, and started to break as he kept screaming. The doctor tried getting Julles attention but couldn’t. He lunged at Julles and grabbed ahold of him, trying to get him to stop. “JULLIAN ENOUGH!!!” Cameron yelled- the scream stopped, many groans were heard around the ward. The boy was shaking in fear, and looked to Cameron with red puffy eyes. “Y-You.. How did you..?” Cameron huffed.. And backed away from Jullian. “Because son.. I know a lot of shit that I shouldn’t.” He brushed off his pants, and looked out the window- seeing the man was gone. 

“Julles is your nickname that your friends gave you.. You’ve been missing for three months.” “Wh-What?! H-How the fuck do you know all of this?” Jullians eyes teared up, he looked at Cameron with a confused and fearful expression. “Because Jullian..I keep in touch with many different things in life that most people don’t. Like for example, all the people you have met today don’t know you or why you are here, but I do.” there was that buzzing sound again, as Jullian stared at the doctor like he was insane. He chuckled “Plus I have contact with your father,” he said with a huge smile. Jullian gasped and rolled his eyes. “Jeez dude.. You scared me I thought you were some sort of weird psychic or something.” He sighed in relief and looked around the room, his eyes widening seeing what he had done. “Do you see all of this? This is what you caused by your fear. Good job, Jullian.” Cameron looked over to the kitchen door, seeing a red liquid coming from underneath the door. He sighed, hearing the crying of the old man. “Looks like we need to hire a new bus boy for the kitchen, I wonder who else has suffered a fatality.” Jullian looked horrified at the door. “I-I’m so sorry! Oh god I just killed someone.. Fuck fuck fu-!” “It’s quite alright son, I was going to fire him anyways.”

The boy looked at him with a bewildered expression, “Dude are you kidding me you aren’t freaking out?... How the fuck can you just say “OHAHA it’s totally fine!” How?!” without saying a word, Cameron went over to the kitchen door and opened it. The young boy from earlier that gave them their meals was on the ground in an uncomfortable position, his ears were painted red, leaving two puddles of blood on either sides of his head. He sighed, and looked at the crying old man next to the boy. “Reggie you may go home for the day, come in at 9 instead of 8 tomorrow alright?” “W-What abou-” Cameron raised his hand, and with that the old man stopped and got up from his crouching position, and moved into the other room to get his things. Cameron closed the door and came back to Jullian, who was still confused at the situation. “Julles, I think I know what happened to you but first.. You need to see someone that is at this ward. We can either do it tomorrow, or whenever Dr. Schnitzenheim is here.” “W-Who is Dr.Shitzneheim? I’ve heard a lot about them.. Are they gonna help me?” Cameron walked over to the entrance of the lounge, and sighed. “She will most likely aid me in helping you, but I will be the one to help you.” 

“O-Okay.. So who is this person that I need to see?..” Cameron looked over to him, “her name is Gwenevere. She was found in the same place as you, just in a different room.” Jullians eyes widened “Gwen.. GWEN!!” Jullian rushed at Cameron grabbing his shoulders “WHERE IS SHE?! S-She came looking f-``''Jullian quiet down if you don’t want the guards to come in here. Yes she's here, and yes i'll show you her. Tomorrow, alright Julles?” He was hyperventilating, and tried to calm himself down. Cameron sighed, “Looks like I’ll have to calm you, just breathe” as Jullian let out a breath of air Cameron put three of his fingers onto Julles head. With that action, Jullian collapsed unconscious onto the cold floor. Cameron looked down at Jullian, and smiled at him. He reached into his pocket and took out his radio, pushing the button down. “Hey Tate, get a room ready. Room type 0-M, asap.” interfierence came through the radio. “O-Oh! Okay Cam it’ll be ready in about 30 minutes.-``''Make that 20 minutes, Tate.” the doctor said in a low tone. The line was quiet for a moment before a small voice came through. “Y-Yes sir..”  With that, Cameron looked outside of the window and sighed. Rubbing his temples he called in two guards that took the young boy away to a confined area. He walked over slowly to the window and smiled. “Well…

 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎.”

[smiles-and-stitches]

//This is something I wrote awhile ago to a song called Lovers Death, it's very important to me and people seemed to like it on YouTube so I'm putting or here as well. Enjoy, let me know what you think in the comments.//

(TW!! Miscairrage/trauma mention)

A womens lost memory

Prologue: 4/14/20

A woman walks down the halls of her and her lovers castle, making her way to their bedroom. She opens the door to see him, waiting for her on the balcony. He turns to her and smiles, she runs to him- hugging him tightly. He asks her of her day, if she wanted to go to new places, while all she did was smile. She smiled at him like she couldn't forget.  She couldn't forget his smile, his warm embrace, and the way he looked at her. "Damien... I've missed you so much..." She says, on the brink of tears. She thought why... Why did this happen?... I miss you my love...

*It turns to white*

She goes to the town to get bread for her family, spending plentiful amounts of money to the people she saw on the street. She gave to the poor, not really needing bread- but needing to help others. One day, she sees a handsome man, hidden underneath a black cloak as he did the same as she. She follows him, and finds herself tugging at his cloak. When their eyes meet, all she could do is stare. She couldn't look away from him, it's as if they had a connection as soon as they met. They talked for hours, both of them being very rich, and loving people. They found each other in love, touching each other's faces fondly. They went to each other's castles, acting as if they were children. Laughing and running around, he kissed her, taking her back. She kissed him back, feeling amazing, not wanting it to leave. She fell more and more in love...he supported her, and he fell with her. She didn't want it to end, she loved this man with all of her heart. They decided to become married, and got a castle of their own. Wanting to build a loving family of their own..But little did she know of her future..

*It turns to white*

She cried of pain, seeing the blood on the bed. She cried loudly, her husband waking up and ringing the doctor to come quickly. They had lost their 3 month old, she had has a miscarriage.. She fell into a deep depression, him doing his best to help her. She was quiet, going to their garden very often. Her husband worried for her, making her tea often but grieving himself. They still loved each other deeply, but she almost seemed to be losing herself. Her husband reminded her they could try again, but the grieving of her first child was too much. She stayed in the garden. She looked over the balcony of the garden, the river below being very deep and ragged. She saw a beautiful black rose, reminding her of her husband. She marvelled at it, reaching out to it as she slipped. She fell, seeing her hair blow into the window, she saw her life flash before her eyes, accepting her death. The gardener found her, running to tell her husband. As he left, someone came and took her body. She became new, she turned into an evil. He became evil over time, losing his mind to the madness of losing his first true love. She went and roamed the land for years, not knowing she had a husband for the longest time. But once she found out, a single tear went down her face, and that was when she was him again. Different, just like her. Possessed by evil, gone. She ran to him again, kissing him as he held her. They held each other's faces, lost in the moment….

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The woman gasped, looking around her neat, sleek bedroom. Looking down at her bed, she saw the sheets were rustled and messy. Another nightmare… or was it a beautiful dream?.. she thought, as she grabbed the glass of water beside her bed. She stared at the water as it rippled in the glass, taking big gulps of the liquid. "Who.. who is that man?.." she whispered to herself, touching her lips softly. A blue glint came from behind her curtains, as she looked outside of the window. It was still dark outside, still… Dark… Dark?.. her head pounded in pain as she dropped the glass, falling to the ground with a loud thump. She withheld her scream, as blue lights surrounded her vision. All she could remember at that moment was someone screaming her name.. was it her name?..