#I will be scream bloody murder if they don’t let me work from home the next day

[mostlykind]

successfully evaded travelling with my boss for work but now I have to take a train at 7am in the morning so still an L in the end

[ellieslovr]

mad love (e.williams)

a day in the life of you and your girlfriend, notorious killer, ellie williams.

-A/N:This is an excerpt for a longer series i’m working on, which takes place in that same universe. I hope you all like it, if so I’ll post the first chapter! important note at the end too :)

-CW:extreme blood kink,possessive ellie, choking, breeding kink, degradation, strap on sex, spit kink, finger sucking, oral fixation, body worship, praise kink, domesticity kink? (is that a thing?)

-i do NOT condone any of these things irl as a disclaimer, this is a work of fiction.

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It all happened in a blur. Ellie came home from her latest kill, still giddy with excitement. The adrenaline was pulsing through her veins, and she was practically bouncing off the walls.

She swings the door to the penthouse open and kicks off her steel toed boots, the same she had used to stomp her victim’s face into the ground.

She knew you’d scold her for getting blood on the hardwood you just cleaned, but she was too excited to care. She looks around for any sign of you, but all she sees is an empty room.

She checks the bedroom. Nope, not there. All of a sudden, she hears running water. She silently makes her way towards the bathroom, careful to not alert you. The door is unlocked, so she pushes it open quietly.

You’re humming contentedly to yourself in the shower, some pop song you’d heard on the radio.

With a devilish grin on her face, Ellie jerked the shower curtain to the side. Not expecting it, you scream bloody murder.

Ellie just stands there, beaming at you. Her eyes drop down to your naked body, and she wolf whistles. “Looking good babe.”

You roll your eyes. “You scared me half to death, you dick.” You reply. She smiles, reaching out to touch your cheek. You jerk away from her, and she frowns.

“Come on, gimme a kiss.” You shake your head and point to her clothes. “Take those off and get in here.” You tell her. She wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh? Are you trying to get dirty again?” She asks, laughing.

You whack her lightly on the arm as she strips off her clothes. “No, I just don’t want to use up all the hot water and leave you with none.” You reply.

She coos. “That’s sweet of you, babe.” She steps in the shower with you, letting the water run down her body. You take note of a few scrapes and cuts, ones that weren’t there earlier when she left.

“I take it they fought back?” You asked, a finger tracing one of the most prominent ones. She sighs. “Yeah, but I got him in the end.” She replied. You run your fingers through her wet hair, washing out some of the dirt.

“Who was it this time?” You ask. She turns around to face you. “Some rich dude who was involved with Joel’s crew back in the day. He fucked them over, didn’t pay back his debts. If it were me I would’ve killed him right there.” She groans in pain as you run your fingers over a bruise on her chest.

“Sorry.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She continues. “I took care of it though, you know me, I hold grudges.” You chuckle. “Yeah, you’re still mad at me for beating you in Mario Kart.” She sticks her tongue out.

“Whatever, you cheated.” “I did not!” You exclaim, splashing her with water. She laughs, moving out of the way. You turn back around and start to lather yourself up with soap, when you feel Ellie’s hands start to wander.

“Babe?” You call her. “Hm, what’s up?” She replies, hands going lower. “What’re you doing back there?” You ask.

You know for a fact she’s smirking as she remains silent, moving her hand down to slap your ass.

“Ellie!” You scold, turning around. “What? Come on, you knew it was coming!” You shake your head with a grin.

“Hurry up and get washed up, I’ll start dinner soon.” You tell her. She nods and continues her routine. You step out of the shower a few minutes later, with her in tow. You’re able to dry off and avoid her wandering hands. “They have a mind of their own, babe!” She’d told you once.

Once you’re dressed, you step out into the kitchen and grab one of the cookbooks from the shelf. “Els, what do you feel like tonight?” You ask. She doesn’t reply. You turn around, looking for her. “Ellie?” You call.

She appears behind you suddenly, wrapping her arms around your waist. She buries her face into your neck and inhales, groaning softly. “Shit, Ellie..” You mutter, pulling her closer. “You smell so good, fuck. I missed you so much.” You grin, leaning into her embrace. “I missed you too.”

Her tongue darts out to run across your neck, making you shiver. She slowly kisses her way up, until she reaches your lips. At this point you’re desperate, so you pull her into a hungry kiss.

She moans into it, her hands wandering down to squeeze your ass. Her tongue slides into your mouth, tangling with yours. When she pulls away, you’re both panting. “Take me to bed.” You tell her, looping your arms around her waist.

She grins and lifts you into her arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You loved how strong she was, how effortlessly she could pick you up and carry you around.

You also loved the little things she’d do for you, like lifting heavy things even if you were perfectly capable. Her love language was acts of service, and it definitely showed in her daily life with you.

While your thoughts were wandering, Ellie placed you down gently onto the bed. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you smiled up at her. “I take it you’re still on an adrenaline high?” You ask.

She nods, grinning like a maniac. “Mhm, you’re right. You gonna let me use you?” Her words cause you to blush. “Yes daddy.” You reply in a sultry tone.

Ellie’s pupils dilate. “Fuck. Let me take these off, baby.” She tells you as she begins to tug at your shirt.

You let her undress you, and she pauses for a moment, smirking up at you. “You didn’t put any panties on?” She asked. You blush. “They’re all in the laundry.” Ellie raises an eyebrow. “I just did the laundry.”

You groan, covering your face. “Shut up, you know why I didn’t put any on.” She laughs. “I know, sweetheart. Wanted me to have easy access, huh? Such a slut.”

You’re pretty sure you’re dripping onto the mattress at this point, and Ellie decides to take mercy on you. She slowly circles your entrance with two fingers, while using her thumb to massage your clit. “Ellie..” You moan softly, and she shushes you.

“Just relax baby, I’ve got you.” Her fingers move slowly in and out of you, making a shiver go up your spine.

“That’s my girl, so fucking wet.” She crooned into your ear. The wet squelching sounds of her fingers fucking you echoed off the bedroom walls, and Ellie grinned. “Aw, did this pussy miss me that much?” She asked, lips grazing your jawline.

Ellie’s thumb strokes slowly up and down your swollen clit, while holding you down to the mattress with her other hand. “Poor thing, she didn’t even touch you while I was gone? You must be so pent up.” The realization that she’s not talking to you, but to your pussy, makes your face grow hot.

It was degrading and demeaning, like you were nothing more than a toy, and you loved it. When a soft whimper leaves your lips, Ellie decides to take pity on you in her own special way.

You hadn’t noticed that she’d put the strap on, so you gasped when she pressed against you. You shut your eyes in anticipation and Ellie tuts in response, pushing into you.

She starts thrusting slowly, a low groan coming from the back of her throat. “You’re fucking dripping, baby. Yeah, this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?” She asks, grabbing your face with one hand.

You nod, and she glares at you. “Say it.” When you take too long to respond, she slips two fingers into your mouth. “If you can’t speak properly, put your mouth to better use.” You do as she says, not wanting to push her any further.

She keeps a steady movement, her hips slamming into yours while your tongue swirls around her fingers. She pulls them out of your mouth suddenly, and spreads them apart in front of your face.

A thin string of saliva connects them, and she brings those same fingers to her mouth and wraps her lips around them. You moan at this, rocking your hips to meet her thrusts.

Ellie grunts and leans over you, green eyes piercing into yours. “Open.” She orders.

You let your jaw hang slack, and stare up at her. She opens her mouth, letting your mixed saliva trail down to her tongue.

She spits into your open mouth, and wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her flannel. “Swallow.” She orders, eyes never leaving yours. You do so, and she hums in approval.

She starts to fuck you faster, her pace brutal and unforgiving. When you look away for too long, Ellie grips your throat.

“Fucking look at her baby, look at the way she swallows my fucking cock. No no, don’t you dare look away.” She grunts.

You moan loudly, nails digging crescents into her back. You feel a bit bad, since her back was pretty scratched up from her victim earlier. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she was currently groaning into your ear.

“God, you’re makin’ such a mess. You’re a dirty fucking whore, you know that?” She asks, reaching up to roll your nipple between her fingers. “Just for you.” You breathe, back arching in response to her touch.

She lets go of your nipple and squishes your cheeks between her free hand once more, forcing you to open your mouth.

She leaned in to kiss you, letting her tongue slide against yours. She bit down, causing you to yelp. You kept kissing her nonetheless, as the taste of blood invaded your mouth.

You moan louder at this, and Ellie kisses you harder. When she pulls away, she gives you a lazy smile, her eyes half lidded. “I should come home all bloody one of these days, yeah?” She asked. “Fuck you while I’m covered in it, you’d look so pretty.” She groans at the image inside her head, pounding into you faster.

She has a tight grip on your hips, and you’re absolutely certain you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you don’t care. Ellie speaks up. “Oh fuck, I can feel you clenching around me. You like that idea baby? You want me to come home straight from a kill and fuck you, let the blood stain your skin?”

You rake your nails down her back, hard enough to draw blood. She hisses, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and continues to thrust into you.

“You’re a depraved fucking whore, nothing but a nasty slut. How long have you been waiting for my cock for, huh?” Ellie asked.

You whine in response, fucking yourself on her strap. “I’ll fucking give it to you baby, don’t worry. Anything you want princess, just say the word. I’d, fuck-” A particularly hard thrust. “I’d do anything for you.”

The weight behind her words and the emotion in her voice almost tipped you over the edge. You decide to ask her a question that’s been on your mind since the first time you found out who she really was. “Would you kill for me?” You ask her.

Ellie could’ve cum from just that question.

“Course I would baby, my girl gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.” She reaches down to pinch your clit between her fingers.

You moan as a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. “You spoil me too much.” You tell her. It’s half teasing, half sincere. She just coos down at you, speeding up. “Just take it baby.” She tells you.

You’re not sure whether she’s talking about her strap or her lavish treatment of you, but you decide not to question it.

“I meant what I said doll, anything for you. Cars, clothes, those expensive perfumes you like..” Ellie trails off, getting lost in the way you writhe and moan underneath her.

She takes in your soft skin, your pretty face and..how good you’d look carrying her baby. God, the thought alone could make her cum right then and there.

She’d considered it before, settling down, starting a family with you. She knew she’d have to change her ways for that, but she didn’t mind.

She meant it when she said she’d do anything for you. While the two of you did have a breeding kink, you’d never really explored past that initial conversation.

Ellie decides to test the waters. “Fuck, m’ gonna make you such a pretty little housewife. Gonna come home from work and fuck you on top of the same table we eat from, we’re gonna do such nasty shit-“ You sob, thrusting your hips to meet hers. “Yes.” You choke out.

Bingo. She’s got the green light, feels like she’s won the damn lottery.

She continues on. “Yeah, you like that baby? Wanna be my wife? You gonna let me fuck a baby into this pretty pussy? Gonna let me make you a mama?” You cry out, you’re so close, and she laughs condescendingly. “So fucking cute.” A kiss to your lips. “You want me to breed you that badly, baby? Stuff you full of my cum? The sneer in her tone was undeniable.

“Yes Ellie,keep me stuck here with you, bind me to you forever, please daddy-“

Your cries are cut off by Ellie, who lets out a loud guttural moan. She cums onto the strap, soaking your chest and stomach.

You follow soon after, a mixture of soft moans and pleas leaving your throat.

After a few moments of silence broken by occasional heavy panting, Ellie manages to catch her breath. “That was- fucking incredible.” She murmured against your chest.

You laugh. “It was.” You’re absentmindedly stroking her sweaty hair, trying to find the energy to get up and go to the bathroom.

When you finally stand up on wobbly legs, Ellie’s right behind you. However, her legs are shaky too, so she’s not much better off. The two of you hobble to the bathroom, holding onto the wall for support.

Once you finally reach it, Ellie turns on the water to start a bath. She dumps some soap in, and turns back to face you. “C’mon, I’ll help you in.”

You lean against her once you’re both in the tub, and sigh contentedly. “You planning on actually getting clean this time?” You ask her.

She presses her face into your neck to hide her smirk. “Maybe.” She replies. You laugh and she lifts her head up, grinning at you.

You take a moment to take it all in. How despite everything you and Ellie had been through, you were still here. She was still here. You bump your forehead against hers.

“Hey.” You murmur. She gives you a toothy grin and brushes your noses together. “Hey.” You reach up and caress her cheek, and she closes her eyes.

“I’m really glad you’re okay. I love you.” You tell her.

You’ve told her this tons of times, it shouldn’t be anything new. However, she stills get choked up every time you say it.

“I love you too.” She replies, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You weren’t sure what the future held, but you knew she’d be there by your side.

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Thanks for reading this far if you have! I wanted to drop where i got my inspiration for this from. It’s from a book by Eden Emory, in the club petale series. Inspiration for Ellie’s personality comes from Avery, a character in the third book. I implore you all to read that book series, it’s genuinely one of my favorites. Please heed the tws though!

[charlieeenby]

let me show you how to kill a man

the bat won't kill, it's a line he won't cross. his birds, however, are a different story

warnings and tags: murder, violence, injury

title from how to kill a man by bloody civilian

What everyone knows, is that Batman doesn’t kill. He can’t, or won’t, cross that line, and he doesn’t think that killing is the answer.

But he knows that it’s necessary sometimes, and while he’ll never kill, he knows that his children don’t share the same sentiment.

So when it comes down to it, he lets them, and over the years, he’s gotten a little more lax with that rule, trusting his children’s judgement of a situation, and when they need to, he turns his back, doesn’t acknowledge it, and let’s them do what they have to.

But he’s managed to keep it a secret from most, only a select few surviving his the feral sides every one of his children hid from most of the world.

A group of four men stood with their backs facing each other, knives and fists up, ready, for a fight.

But they wouldn’t get one. Batman dropped down from the rafters, but he seemed focused on the kids the men had placed in cages.

Before any of them could react, Nightwing dropped on top of one of them, snapping his neck in one fluid motion. Then he lunged for a second. The other two tried to attack him, but he was able to fend them off, on taking a blow to the face from an escrima stick, the other, a kick to the knee.

Nightwing snapped the neck of the man under him, then stepped to the one who’s knee he’s kicked in. He reached down and snapped his neck. Then he moved over to the fourth man, who swung his knife at him. Nightwing grabbed it, twisting it out of his hand, then stabbed him in the throat, no screams able to escape.

He stood, made sure there was no blood on his suit, then made his way over to Batman and the kids, helping his father get all of them home safe.

Afterwards, Batman asked him if the goons had been handled.

“Of course. Quick and quiet. Hood’s gonna take care of the rest.”

“Good. Let’s go home.”

“Batman doesn’t kill, which means you can’t stop me!”

Gordon growled under his breath, wishing at that moment that Batman did kill, because if someone didn’t kill this weeks psycho, he’d end up leveling the city a few months down the line.

When he looked over to Batman, he was surprised to see that the man had straightened up, hands relaxed at his sides. He had an odd expression on his face, on Gordon couldn’t quite read.

Then he said, very calmly, “You’re right. I don’t kill. I can’t stop you.” Gordon watched him put a hand on his belt for a brief second before dropping it to his side.

The rouge started cackling, ranting and raving about how he was going to be the first to beat Batman, but when he looked down at Batman, and saw the smirk on his face, he stopped.

“Why are you smiling like that?” he yelled, panic clear in his voice.

“I don’t kill, but he does.” Batman said.

“Who -” he was cut off by a gunshot and a bullet piercing his skull. Gordon looked up and found the Red Hood with a rifle.

“He killed almost an entire army, Batman!” Ra’s screamed. “He blew them up because I upset him.”

Batman leveled him with a blank look, but said nothing.

“You don’t kill. Are you going to just let your son kill of thousands of people?”

For a beat, Batman stayed quiet. Then he said. “I don’t let Red Robin do anything. He does what he wants, and you tried to blackmail and kill him. You threatened him, his friends and his family. What he did to keep them safe is not in my control.

“I don’t kill, but if he found it necessary, then I trust his judgement. I’m sure you’ll recover, Ra’s.”

Ra’s stared at him, and Batman turned and guided Red Robin and his team out of Ra’s’ palace.

“Batman, control your hell spawn!” Black Mask screamed, though it was cut off with a gurgle. Robin drove his sword through the crime lord’s throat, and Batman turned away, working through the files on the computer.

Robin came over to his side, blood on his face and sword.

Batman glanced at him, then said, “You have blood on your face. Please clean it off before we talk to the Commissioner.”

“Yes, Father.” Robin did as asked, making sure his face was clear of blood, then followed his father out of the hotel and onto the street where Gordon and his men were waiting.

“Batman. Are we clear to enter?”

“Yes. Black Mask is dead.” Batman said, handing over a flash drive to Gordon. “I have a copy as well.”

Gordon nodded slowly. “Dead?”

“He attacked Robin. Robin defended himself.” Batman said simply. Then he used his grapple gun to launch himself to a roof, Robin following closely behind.

“Okay, then.” Gordon said to himself, not sure how to react to that, especially after he'd seen Red Hood shoot a man after it seemed like Batman had given him the go ahead. 

While Barbra was Batgirl, she was safety and a warm light for the victims they all saved together. She was inspiration for little girls. She was violence, sure, but she was comfort, too.

Tonight, she was all violence. She and Batman had arrived a moment too late, and she was angry. She wanted vengeance and she would have it. Not even Batman would stop her.

No one could stop her when she rose from that little girls body and stepped forward, pulling out the knife her father had given her for her birthday. No one could stop her when she lunged, blade plunging into the killer’s throat, tearing it open. Blood spirted, spraying across her face.

And no one stopped her.

When the man was dead, and she was the killer, she stepped back, and looked to Batman.

He had bundled up the dead girl, wrapped her in his cape and covered her face. And then he had waited for Batgirl to finish. He looked at her for a moment, then nodded once.

“Go back to the cave and clean up. I’ll handle this.” he spoke softly, and there was no anger in his tone.

“Okay,” she said, and that was that.

Cass, Steph, and Jason were thick as thieves, and these days, Bruce rarely sees one without the other, especially on patrol.

So it didn’t come as much of a surprise when Spoiler called in saying that she, Orphan, and Hood needed backup.

Batman responded to the call, Nightwing a minute behind. When he arrived, he could hear fighting in the alleyway, but no gunshots, which worried him. Hood was quick to fire his guns when his siblings were in danger, and of all the times for him to use them.

But the air didn’t echo, it was still, quiet.

Batman dropped into the alleyway in time to watch Spoiler yank a knife from Orphan’s shaking hand, spin on her heel, and plunge the blade into a man’s eye, grinning under her mask as he screamed.

Hood came up behind the man and pulled a batarang across his throat, blood spilling down his chest. Even though he couldn’t see Hood’s face, Batman had the distinct impression that he had a grin that matched Spoiler’s.

Not pausing to hesitate, Batman moved to Orphan’s side, making sure she saw him before pulling her into a firm embrace. It was then that he saw the half dozen other bodies in the alley, all dead.

He looked to Spoiler and Hood.

Spoiler spoke up. “They attacked Orphan. She couldn’t kill them, so we did.” there was no room for argument, not that he had one.

“Thank you.”

Looking down at Orphan, he realized she was still shaking. “Sweetheart, it’s over. You’re safe.” he tried to soothe, though he wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong.

A hand rose and signed, “I thought I’d have to kill them.”

The shaking made sense now. “No, sweetheart, you will never have to kill again. I swear. And even if you did, I would still love you. You’d still be my daughter. Nothing will change that.”

Orphan laid her head on his shoulder. “Thank, you, Dad.”

“Love you, kiddo.”

Batman stood on the rooftop, watching Spoiler go after her father, a flash of purple here and there the only sign of her.

Cluemaster was no match for the girl he claimed to be the father to. He’d only hurt her, sharpened the blade.

But Spoiler was who she was in spite of her father, not because of him.

She became the one to beat him so she could save people. And when Batman had found her, he’d helped her hone the skills she already had, helped her improve. And while he’d done that, he’d given her a home, a family, and most importantly, he’d given her love.

Now she was gutting her father, preventing him from causing anymore suffering.

And when she swung up to the roof Batman was on and saw him, she ran to him, ran into his arms, and clung to him.

“He’s gone, sweetheart. He can’t hurt you or anyone ever again. You’re safe.” he whispered, holding her gently. “I’ve got you.”

While the other’s killing had never surprised Batman, Signal came as a slight surprise. But only slight. He was a bright, warm light, often reminding his family of the sun.

But the sun was fire, and fire burns. So when Signal came face to face with the Joker only a few months after losing his parents, Batman wasn’t sure what to expect.

When Signal caught sight of Joker, he snarled, and tensed up, ready to fight. The Joker had cackled and started taunting Signal.

Red Hood was about to step in when Signal grabbed Hood’s gun and fired every round into the Joker’s head, until his face was obliterated and unidentifiable. Then he’d dropped the gun and fell to his knees.

Batman stepped up next to him and set a hand on the teen’s shoulder. “He’s dead, Signal. It’s over.” he said, voice as gruff as ever.

“I know.”

For a moment, they were all quiet, not sure what to do. Then Batman offered a hand to Signal and helped him up. “You good?” he asked, looking his son over.

Signal didn’t answer right away, but then he said, “I will be… thank you.”

Batman smiled. “Of course.”

Of all the times for his children to start killing people, now was the worst time. He couldn’t just ignore it because the Justice League was here. So Batman was not having a good time.

“Batman,” Flash started, voice shrill. “Nightwing just tore a man’s head off.”

To his left, Orphan snickered, not that anyone would know aside from him, but she did. Batman sighed.

“I saw that, Flash, thank you.” What was he supposed to do?

“Batman, almost all of your… children are actively killing people. Signal and Orphan are the only one’s who aren’t.” Superman said. “Why aren’t you reacting?”

Batman looked at him. He hesitated.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Superman was an inch away, worry clear on his face.

On his right, Signal cleared his throat. “I feel like it’s a good time to point out that one, the people they’re killing are all of the rapists that have ever existed on earth, come back to life, and two, no one else is doing anything about it.”

Batman grinned. Well, the corner of his mouth ticked up, but it may as well have been a grin with the way Superman stared at him.

“Batman?” he asked incredulously.

“Hn?”

“Do something!”

Batman tilted his head, grunted, then walked over to the ledge they were all on. “Hey!” he yelled and the fighting stopped, all of his children stopping and staring at him. “Superman wants you to stop killing.”

For a good thirty seconds, no one moved or said anything. Then on the comms, Batman heard Hood snort.

“B, will you please tell Superman to, respectfully, get fucked?” Nightwing said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Batman grunted, then turned to the League. “Superman, Nightwing told me to tell you to get fucked. Respectfully.” he said, deadpan. Then he walked back to where he was standing.

Bonus:

It had been twenty years since the Wayne’s brutal murder in that alley way, ten since Batman had started, and one since Dick had joined the family. Today, someone was breaking into the manor.

Alfred sighed as he loaded his shot gun. This would be messy to clean up, but he never missed and he didn’t share the same sentiment as his son.

So he after he finished loading it, he stepped into the hallway, moving silently towards the living room. Must be idiot intruders, thinking there’d be anything to take there.

When he stood in the doorway of the room, he raised his riffle, counted the men – there were three – then spoke.

“Hello.”

They all spun around staring wide eyed at the shot gun.

Alfred grinned. “Goodbye.” he fired three shots in quick succession, all three of them dead. Footsteps pounded down the stairs and Bruce flew around the corner, panic on his face.

“Nothing to fret over, Master Bruce.” Alfred said calmly. “I’ve handled it. The mess will be cleaned up before breakfast. Now go back to bed, dear boy.”

Bruce gave him an odd look, eyeing the shot gun, then nodded and went back to bed.

In the morning, when Bruce looked into the living room, it was spotless, nothing out of place. No one said anything about it. 

[shadesslut]

Hi

Could u do a Ethen Landry × fem reader

Where reader and Ethan have been dating for a few months, and like reader and him have a fight (about whatever that's ur choice) while they were studying at his house.

And in anger reader leaved the house and goes to her house and like he attacks her as Ghostface but it was like just to prank her, and she gets shit scared and gets an asthma attack and like doesn't have her inhaler with her and like she had to get more inhalers so he panic and like runs to a pharmacy and gets her an inhaler, but when he's back she's past out.

You can choose what happens next

Thank you <33

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Hope you like it:)

i love you

Pairing: Mean!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Asthma attack, angst, fluff

Summary: Ethan decided to scare Y/N after a fight, it doesn’t end well.

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It had been two hours. Two fucking hours of Ethan studying. Y/N had been laying on his bed, randomly scrolling on her phone. She came over after her classes to work on an assignment for a class they shared, but after finishing, Ethan wanted to study for his Econ final the following day. Every thirty minutes, she would try to get him to spend time with her, rubbing at his shoulders and gently kissing his neck, and every time, he dismissed her.

“Ethan,” she whined, drawing out his name.

“What?” he mocked. His pen frantically moved across the paper as his head turned to his textbook and back to his notes.

She took a puff from her inhaler, which caused Ethan to turn around. His eyes looked tired, and his shoulders looked tense. Y/N knows how much Ethan hadn’t slept lately, the nights where she felt him slip out, presumably to work on school. What she didn’t know though, is that her perfect, shy boyfriend, was out killing.

“Can you take a break?” She asked as she sat up. He sighed and put pressure on his temples. “Do you need advil?”

He shook his head as he looked back up to her. He stood up and walked over to grab the water bottle on his night stand, taking a quick swig. “I think you need a break.” She suggested.

He groaned at her. “I need you to stop being so clingy.”

She was taken aback by his words, he had never snapped at her before.

“I’m..I’m not? I’m just worried about you.”

“Bullshit, you’ve been trying to get me to pay attention to you for the past hour.” Ethan argued as he sat back at his desk. His back was turned to her, but he could feel her gaze on him.

“Don’t be an asshole,” she muttered, getting up.

He let out a half tired half annoyed laugh. He rubbed his palms over his face. He genuinely wasn’t pissed with her; he had been stressed from his dad getting into his ass and his poor grades in classes. He did want to spend time with her, he was just…frustrated, in certain ways. He needed to let out his stress with some form of relief.

“I’m not being an asshole, I just have a shit ton of work.” Ethan grumbled.

She nodded and grabbed her purse. “Then I’ll just leave you to your work.” She spat before leaving, slamming the door.

—

On her way home, she clutched the strap of her purse. She felt her anxiety peaking, checking her phone for any messages.

Ethan kept behind her carefully, watching her intensely. He watched her turn a corner, and he checked around him to make sure they were alone. He slid his mask on and quickened his pace.

Y/N started looking through her purse for her inhaler, feeling each breath getting heavier and heavier.

“Shit.” She cursed once she realized she probably left it on Ethan’s bed.

Her eyes started to water from the overwhelming weight on her lungs.

She heard quick footsteps grow louder and louder behind her, and she pulled her pepper spray out. Ethan caught up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and yelling “Boo!”

She screamed bloody murder and turned around, spraying towards him. He inhaled some of the spray, instantly coughing.

“What,” cough. “The.” cough. “Fuck?”

He took off his mask and coughed more. Y/N gradually fell to the ground and started to wheeze. She held her hand over her chest, gasping for air. Ethan looked at her after his coughing fit, and his eyes immediately widened. “Shit. Shit.”

He leaned down and went through her purse, desperately trying to find her inhaler. She gasped and wheezed as Ethan ransacked her purse. She felt tears spill from her eyes as she began to panic. Could this night go any worse?

“Fuck, there was a pharmacy near by. I’ll go, I’ll go get an inhaler.” He said quickly before getting up and running back around the corner. Her eyes followed him as his form disappeared, and her vision started to blur.

When Ethan came back, she was laid on the floor, eyes closed.

His eyes widened and he dropped down on his knees next to her. He shook her limp body and called out her name.

“No, no, fuck fuck no,” he cursed as he picked up her motionless body.

–

She woke up to a bright light shining in her eyes as she softly groaned. She moved her hand up to her eyes and gently rubbed them. She saw someone jerk their head up out of the corner of her eye, and she saw Ethan enter her peripheral vision.

“H-Hey! Are you okay? Do you need water?” He immediately asked, grabbing her hand.

She looked at him and blinked. “What happened?”

He gulped and looked down shamefully. “I- Uh,”

She thought for a moment, and she sighed as she remembered. He looked at her and knew she knew, and he waited anxiously for her response.

“I remember you scared me.” She said.

“Y-Yeah, I did. I’m so sorry. You started to panic, and I-I went to go get an inhaler for you, but I came back and you were-“ he stuttered, face heating up with embarrassment.

She grabbed his other hand and squeezed. “H-Hey it’s okay,” she said, softly smiling.

He shook his head at her. “It’s not, I was an asshole. I’m sorry, my dad has been such an ass, and I’ve been so stressed lately. It’s not an excuse, b-but I-“ he was cut off by her lips gently meeting his.

He sighed and relaxed his shoulders, kissing her back. She pulled away slightly and smiled.

“They said you were lucky I got you here when I did.”

“My hero,” she softly praised, making his ears turn red. She caressed his warm cheek with her palm, and she leaned forward and kissed his nose.

“Good.” He said smirking, tugging her towards him, kissing her harshly. She breathed heavily at a quicker pace, and she pushed him off of her, looking around the room.

“Here,” he said, offering her inhaler. She grabbed it and took a puff, slowing her breathing.

She thanked him and he nodded at her.

“I’m gonna have twenty of those on me everywhere we go now.” He joked, causing her to softly chuckle. She rested her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“I really am sorry. I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

[sungiesbabygirl]

summary : after your mother re married, you find out that you have stepbrothers. Feeling odd feelings for them that no sibling should feel. It’s only a matter of time before they confess. Which one will it be first? - my imagination

warnings : step!cest, swearing, mutual pining, age gap (the boys are older by 2 years)

pairings : enha!0t7 x fem!reader

a/n : hey guys, so this is a new story I'm writing. It will have multiple parts so please be patient with me for these updates. I'm also sorry this is so short, it was suppose to be longer but I didn't want to bore anyone. I'm also a fairly new writer so no hate please....

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This was a pain in my ass, I hated every single second of it but I couldn’t exactly refuse and go home.

I guess your wondering why I want to go home but can’t, am I right? Well my mum recently re-married to one of the parks, you know the parks that own those really really high fashioned and marketed companies? Yeah them. Unfortunately for me I had to move in with my mums new fiancé, it’s not as bad as it sounds and he’s not the reason I want to go home per say.

The reason I want to go home is because I have 7 step brothers that my mother just happened not to mention. Now don’t get me wrong it’s not at all as bad as I’m making it sound, apart from the fact they’re insanely attractive and day by day I’m going crazy. I know its not normal to like your step siblings but.. when they look like my step brothers its kinda hard not too-

"Y/N get down here right now!", my eyebrows furrow in confusion as I get pulled out my thoughts by my mother screaming bloody murder from downstairs.

Pulling myself up from the comfort of my bed made me realise how quiet it was after my mother had stopped yelling. 'mmh, that's weird. what are they up to now?'. My mind ran with absurd thoughts that I knew could never be true, as my feet padded against the cold wooden floor. It felt like a million years before I reached the kitchen where I saw a mess that was beyond bad, my furious mother standing right beside it giving me a look that said 'if you don't explain I will get out the wooden spoon.'

"Y/N, can you explain to me why you made this mess and tried getting jay to clean it up?", my mother said in that aggressive voice I absolutely hated.

My mind turns blank as I look from the mess, to my mother and then back to the mess. "I swear I didn't do any of that, I haven't even been downstairs this morning." desperation laced in my voice. The air felt a little colder now, maybe it was due to the fact my mother was glaring daggers at me or the fact I was wearing shorts. I couldn't tell.

It all felt very tense my mother has never once blamed me for creating messes and not cleaning up after myself, considering the fact I've been living with her all my life.

"Oh stop lying to me Y/N, first you make a mess in the kitchen then you try denying it, and now your ignoring poor jay who had to suffer with your sorry ass. I'm sick of it." The voice of my mother says, a mix of stress and exhaustion in her voice making my eyes trail to the floor in shame.

Its silent for a few minutes until a low voice that sounded like honey starts to speak from the doorway of the kitchen, "um.. miss l/n, I'm so sorry for creating this mess. There was an emergency at my work so I had to go and sort it out. Please don't blame y/n."

Looking up from the floor my body instinctively turns around, breath hitching in a heart beat as I look at the figure leaning against the doorway. Lee heeseung. I slowly let my eyes run down his body noticing the way his muscles flex under his black shirt and the way his eyes seem darker under his black cap.

As my eyes make their way back up to his face, my eyes connect with his making my cheeks heat up and my body quickly turn away from him failing to notice the smirk on his lips. My mother looks at him in shock a tense air hanging around the room making me shift uncomfortably. "I'm so sorry heeseung, if I knew it was your mess I would have cleaned it up for you."

I let out a small scoff at the audacity my mother held, 'she would do it for him but not for me, it wasn't even my mess.' Feeling a hand on my shoulder bought me out of my thoughts for the second time this morning, but god did I wish I had stayed in those thoughts. As I looked up, my eyes once again held contact with heeseungs dark brown orbs, it was like we were both having a staring contest.. only this one was a fight between instincts and desire.

Clearing my throat I quickly step away from him, noticing the way jay intensely stared at us. 'what the hell is his problem?'. I look up at my mother who already has the cleaning products out and is now halfway through cleaning the mess that heeseung claimed to have made. We all know the only thing he can make is ramen noodles.

"Y/n you can go back upstairs now, you aren't needed anymore.", my jaw falls slack open as I hear what my mother said, she made me come all the way downstairs just to argue with me about something I didn't do? What a waste of time seriously.

Nodding my head was the only thing I could do in that moment, not that she would be able to see it considering her back was facing me but I didn't feel like wasting my voice on her. As I walk away I feel eyes digging into the back of me, I turn around expecting my mother to be glaring at me for not replying to her. But to my surprise, I saw not just heeseung but jays eyes running down the back of my figure. Before turning my head back forward, heeseung looks up at me giving me a subtle wink and putting his lip between his teeth. My cheeks flush a deep red as I quickly face forward. I was so telling beomgyu about this.

[rezwrites]

Non Portae Caeli

Pairings: Dark!Priestess!Wanda/Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You reap the repercussions for trying to leave your Priestess.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, TW graphic depictions of murder/parental death/blood, noncon/dubcon, beginning of loss of faith, pregnancy, vomit, religious upbringings, bloody Wanda in cleric’s clothing, unspecified age gap(reader is in college), Somno(tiny bit) cunnilingus, fingering

You do NOT have permission to copy or repost my works anywhere.

Masterlist :: Peccata et Paenitentiam

“For I have sinned against you,” she pleaded on her knees in front of you, hands clasped around her rosary, as if it was her only lifeline at the moment. Her eyes gazing into yours, “Please forgive me.”

“You hurt me. You defiled me!” Raising your voice, clenching and unclenching your fists. Turning your head up to the ceiling, you tried to stop your tears from forming. Wanda’s cold hands slipped under your shirt splaying over your stomach, kissing the small bump growing there. Head falling down, “Why did you do this? I tr-trusted you.”

A soft “l love you” left her lips as she lifted her tear filled eyes to yours. She had told you that after every session for the last two months, always touching your belly when she said it. “Let me take care of you,” her voice sounded so shattered while she tried remaining composed. Shaking your head, “No. No, I don’t want anything to do with you,” pushing her away.

“They have everything to do with me!” she screamed, catching your hand in an iron grip. The fire in her eyes growing as she stood to her feet, tugging you closer. Gripping your chin harshly, “You can try running all you want, but I will not stop until we are a family.”

“You’re sick,” you spat her with such disgust, finally wriggling free from her grasp, running out of the classroom.

———

You had come home late after school to avoid your parents, hoping to evade another argument about who could have possibly been leaving flowers at the doorstep in the middle of the night. Being raised in a strict Christian household your parents were already upset with you for skipping church and your afternoon sessions for the last month. On top of that, they are firm believers that pre-marital sex is a major sin. You wanted to tell them because there will be no point in hiding it and hopefully things would work out but you knew deep down they will be absolutely livid when you tell them.

Walking into the house you noticed that kitchen light is on, as well as the television. The digital clock under the television reading 8:56pm, normally your father would be up but the house was dead silent. Slowly walking to your parents bedroom door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. Swinging the door open, the stench of rusted iron hit you immediately. Face twisting in panic seeing Wanda standing over your father, dark sticky patches coating her shirt, white collar stained crimson. Your father was on his back, sputtering up blood, a knife deep in his chest.

“I know why you didn’t want us to be a family now, baby,” she shot a hard look to your mother hogtied and struggling on the bed, “You were afraid of your parents. Well I’m taking care of them so we can be together,” stepping over your father, Wanda outstretched her arms. Letting out a terrified scream, you dashed to the front door trying to get away, to outside so you could call for help. Kicking the door closed mid-swing, Wanda muffled you with her hand, her other hand trapping you against her. The metallic odor on her made you queasy. “You know better than to fight me,” she seethed through gritted teeth, but you weren’t paying attention, too busy emptying your stomach. Each time a smell hit you, you retched again. You hadn’t noticed her taping your arms behind your back or your ankles together until you were on the floor dry heaving, using your forehead to hold yourself up, vision blurring momentarily. Carding her fingers through your hair, she gently sat you up trying to force you to drink a glass of water but your stomach refused anything.

Placing a piece of tape over your mouth Wanda carried you back to your parents room. Your fight resuming once you were placed on the bed, struggling to rip the tape. Wanda crawled over you placing her hand on your stomach, her long red hair falling on your face. “Stay still. You could hurt the baby,” you froze in complete horror watching your mothers eyes widen. You frantically shook your head trying to tell her it wasn’t true. Effort, unfortunately, in vain when Wanda turned you on your back lifting your shirt to show your baby bump. Closing your eyes, cries racked your body as your mother screamed in shock. You prayed that this was all a nightmare and that you’d wake up soon.

"Didn't think I was serious, did you?,” you opened your eyes to Wanda’s viridescent orbs, “I always mean what I say.” Sliding off of you she bent over the edge of the bed, yanking the knife out of your father’s chest. Her eyes darkened, lips curling into a smile as she looked at your mother. Wanda ripped the tape off your her mouth. Your mother screaming obscenities to both you and Wanda. You backed up until you felt the cool metal of the footrest, curling in on yourself as much as you could, trying to dig your head under the covers hoping to block out the curses of your mother, and get rid of the oncoming nausea. Scooping you up in her arms, you kept your eyes closed as Wanda carried you into the hallway setting you against a wall. Hearing her footsteps fall away and come back Wanda covered you with a blanket. Wanda was quiet, you knew horrible things happen when she is quiet. The second the door closed you let it all out, trying to block out your mother’s screaming. Soon the house fell silent again, save for your sobs as you cried yourself to exhaustion.

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Waking up your throat was sore, head pounding as you tried blinking your fuzzy sight away. You attempted to move your hips to dissuade the tingling feeling between your legs but Wanda kept her hold, sinking her teeth into your inner thigh.

“Please, stop,” moving to push her head away but she caught your hands, rubbing her thumb on the back of one of your hands. Her hair messy, eyes wild as she devoured you. Her fingers met your walls as she wrapped her lips around your clit, your back arching as you let out a moan. You felt Wanda smile as she sucked harder, curling her fingers. Your head fell back into the pillows, questioning why God would allow this to happen, or if there even is a God. Wanda gazed up at you, thanking God for bringing you into her life, she won’t ever let you go. Wanda refocused her attention, striving to bring you to the edge. A strangled cry left your lips as the knot in your abdomen snapped, your thighs unintentionally squeezing Wanda’s head as the she worked through your orgasm.

“I want to go home, please,” pleading as she stalked up your body like a predator, your juices dripping from her chin. Peppering kisses to your cheek she covered both of you up.

“But angel you are home, with your family,” Settling behind you, her hand falling to your belly, “And nothing will ever change that.”

[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno, Na Jaemin

Chapter Four

Anti-Venom! Jaemin x human! reader x human! Jeno

Synopsis:

Jeno thought he had his whole life together and was on his journey of uncovering great scientific discoveries when he got the job in a top secret governmental research center. But his life gets turned over like a snowglobe when the alien in his facility escapes in the midst of a power outage, and if things couldn’t get any worse, he becomes the host of this alien, and the only things he knows about this alien is that he’s name is Jaemin and he’s most definitely a psychopath, psychology wasn’t his major, but it won’t take one to know how crazy he is. There’s no way of escape other than to learn to live with the madness, maybe something could tame Jaemin, or someone?

warnings: DUB CON, aphrodisiacs, tentacles, (sort of) ovipositioning, etc.

a/n: DON’T READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE THEMES MENTIONED ABOVE, ANY HATE MESSAGES WILL NOT BE TOLERATED, THANK YOU. 

Seoul was surprisingly, peaceful after the fight between Venom and Anti Venom, the citizens of Seoul thought they were going to be plucked out of the sky and be killed by the ‘blood thirsty villain’, as they had labelled Anti Venom as. They were scared the first few days of course, but other than an increase of mysterious thefts, that seem to be his doing, the villain they had feared at first was just a common thief, for now. What’s holding him back? Or is he scheming in silence?

The first few days of being with Jaemin was spent walking on the eggshells of his emotions and trying your best to prove your loyalty to him in order to convince him to let you go to work and out and about to buy food, he only agreed because he was pissed off by getting caught stealing junk food at a supermarket aisle after stumbling upon an old woman who had brought her cats along, apparently Jeno’s allergic to cats and so he let out a body wrenching sneeze, to which made Jaemin glitch into some parts of his alien form and drop all the food he had ‘picked out’ from an oversized hoodie he had stolen just for the purpose of hiding his stolen goods, and of course that old lady screamed bloody murder on him.

Jaemin had to turn into full form to trash all the cctvs before leaving a mess behind him.

“Why should I trust you not to leave?” Jaemin asked that day you sprung the question, his hands crossed over his chest, legs spread on your only couch in your home, treating your home like it’s his own by this point.

“If I wanted to run I would’ve ran when you slept Jaemin,” you said, your tone almost a whisper, but Jaemin detects a sense of wounded in your tone, almost like you didn’t want him to know what you were feeling .

You turn away from him before going back to the strawberry yogurt he stole before decided to chuck one into the trash after saying it tastes like shit, apparently he hates strawberry. You should be scared, but you’re not that scared, and that’s what confuses you, there’s just this huge question mark sized hole in your brain, and that’s when the answer comes in the form of a back hug, Jaemin nuzzles his nose into your neck, breathing deeply your scent, he’s been doing this ever since he’s established that you were too precious to kill, inhaling your scent like he’s an addict.

“Go, if that what makes you happy, but please return to me everyday,” Jaemin muttered, Jaemin doesn’t know how to describe it, other than the fact that he’s obsessed over you, you’re the only light in his dark world, not the type of brightness that burns his eyes, shoving the positivity down his throat whenever he used to hear his seniors in the military say when he was upset growing up, but the type of light that comes in warm flickers, comforting like the fireflies he’s seen on a wildlife documentary on your telly, oddly reminding him of the warmth and comfort that Doyoung used to bring him, the only source of light that was once Jaemin’s idea of a star that disappeared, has now reappeared, Jaemin’s found a new star to revolve around, and he’s scared, he’s scared you’d pivot out of his life, even if it was just one small error, which is why he’s giving you back your freedom, to walk around eggshells, you learned that you need to tiptoe around the more fragile pieces.

This leaves Jaemin alone on the first Monday after you had called in to the hospital you’re working at to report that you had the worst body ailing flu ever that left you paralysed on your bed, the higher ups were doubtful of course, but they need as many hands as they can at a high density hospitals like yours, in the heart of Seoul.

‘You can’t get mad and glare at the city skyline all day just because she left,’ Jeno said, obviously mad at the fact that no matter when he sleeps to kill time, he wakes to see the same view Jaemin’s mad at, not the city specifically, but if Jaemin wanted to, he could zoom in closer to locate the hospital they picked you up from, but doing that the whole day must be too much work, which is why he settles with the bigger picture, only literally, unfortunately.

When the clock struck 6, Jaemin eyes the entrance of the hospital, zooming in as close as possible, you told Jaemin you’d get off at 6 when he asked when you’d be back. Jeno sees you only 4 minutes later, happily waving goodbye to your fellow nurses, Jaemin wanted to run to you at an instant, but Jeno holds him back, getting better at controlling, or fighting for control more so, over his counterpart.

‘You promised her you won’t make a scene and fetch her back, was the scene you caused at the grocer not bad enough?! We’re here to live a new life, you idiot! Stop giving the Seoul government more reasons to kill us, you’re lucky your friend Yuta promised on your behalf to not mess up the city,’ Jeno reminded Jaemin.

Jaemin clenches his jaw, this happened when Jaemin tried robbing a bank while some other robbers were also robbing a bank, and of course, he underestimated Yuta and his host’s efficiency, because they caught Jaemin red handed, Jeno was still learning how to fight for control at that time, so he was helpless to Jaemin’s crazy ideas, apparently he wanted to buy an expensive camera to take photos of you, to which Jeno told him that he definitely does not have the money for, which brought him to the crazy ‘I’ll just rob a bank idea’.

Someone’s phone caught Jaemin in action and the clip was sent to the defense department of Korea, so obviously Jaemin had a manhunt on him for almost half a day, worrying Jeno himself and you, that was, until Yuta spoke to some reporters after saving a 5 year old girl from falling to her death, who was found hanging by the pinky on her balcony, the message of swearing on his behalf to not cause any more trouble being relayed to the government, which is why Jaemin needed to lay low in the first place, other than that grocery incident that is, but the government turned a blind eye to that, thinking Venom would ‘straighten him out’ to utilise his skills just like Venom.

Jeno is betting on Jaemin to be on his best behaviour, not a very solid bet, but he’ll take what he has, and Jaemin is treating Jeno better after the many chides from you, and Jeno guess he’s taken a liking towards you, it might be influenced by Jaemin’s own feelings towards you, he doesn’t know, he wonders how Yuta and his host works, oh how Jeno wishes he could conduct studies like he used to, but this was more a psychological thing, not Jeno’s forte, but he’s still curious.

Fast forwarding back to the present, Jaemin grumbles at Jeno’s words, settling on watching your bus making its way closer to him, bringing him back closer to you.

His eyes don’t let you go until you got off the bus and walked into the lobby of your condo, Jaemin springs up, switching places to wait, now he’s stationed at the kitchen island, leaning cooly as if he wasn’t paranoid the whole day.

When the door opened to reveal you, a confused expression was painted on your face when you see Jaemin reaching for you immediately, but the expression was quickly replaced by Jaemin’s actions, he wrapped you loosely in his arms before his lips secured yours, the feeling of his plump lips and upper teeth biting onto your lower lips has your head spinning.

Jeno tried his best not to be swayed by Jaemin’s advances on you, they haven’t conducted research to this degree before Jaemin killed off all the ‘white mice’ in the lab, Jeno is the longest host Jaemin’s ever had, and god, he feels almost everything Jaemin is doing to you, his hands on your skin, his lips nipping onto yours, it’s like he feels everything through a thin barricade, the comparison is like having sex raw and with a condom on, the feeling is identical to that, which is why it stills drive Jeno mad, on one hand, Jeno wants to respect your privacy and he feels like he’s bordering touching you without consent, technically, only Jaemin is supposed be the one feeling your body, and Jeno feels the guilt eating him up.

Jaemin slides your shirt off of you, as well as his own, annoyed at the material separating the both of you, a growl escaping his throat once he catches your lips into his again, biting onto the swollen muscle roughly as if he’s addicted. Jaemin directs you to the spacious area of the living room, right next to the glass doors of when he first entered into your home and your life.

Jaemin pushes you onto the ground, his tentacles extending behind his back to catch you before your body hits the ground, Jaemin feeds into the gasp of surprise and the fear in your eyes, the natural instinct of a predator taking over, and the beast inside him claws at the fact that you give him free rein.

Jaemin lets his tentacles do the tedious job of stripping off all your layers and his pants, revealing your beautiful bare body to him, your chest arching into his touch, you were asking for more, and Jaemin is more than willing to give it to you, with an evil glint in his eyes, he splits a tentacle and mold it into two thinner ones, shaping them into suckers at their ends before attaching them to your nipples, a natural lubricant helping the sucking movements easier for you, this doesn’t really do much for Jaemin, but he loves the way you react to it, the mix of pain and pleasure, the conflict clouding your mind, the way you squirm away, your hands trying to push them away, but giving up almost instantly when you feel the shocks of tingling pain sending sparks down your core, your toes clenching, not knowing if you want Jaemin to stop or continue, so you let him decide for you.

Satisfied at the way you accepted his torture on your nipples, Jaemin moves onto the next part of his agenda.

“Open up that tiny little mouth of yours, baby, feeding time,” Jaemin ordered, you heeded immediately, your mouth was already opened the second those suckers were on you, whimpers being put to a halt when your mouth welcomes Jaemin’s tentacle, the honey like syrup flowing down your throat freely, choking you, but Jaemin doesn’t faze at all, pumping more aphrodisiac into you, eyeing the way your throat bulges, following the action downwards, eyes trained on the way your stomach bulges once he gives you a significant amount of aphrodisiac, the way it expands, he groans at the sight, he can’t imagine how bloated you’ll get when he cums inside you, Jaemin’s going to fill you up, your mouth, your pussy, your ass, he wants to mark you by cumming everywhere inside you, he wants to see you take each step with his cum and sweet nectar swaying in your belly, womb, and ass for the next few hours, constantly being reminded of what he had done to you, what you had allowed him to do to you.

Jaemin doesn’t stop pumping his juices down your throat even as he slid his two tentacle cocks inside you, barely any time for you to adjust before ramming them inside you, one in your pussy and one in your ass, the pain that would usually come from lack of foreplay was non existence, it was a given, how much aphrodisiac he’s feeding you, you’re only feeling what he wants you to feel, and that’s pleasure beyond mankind that only he could give you, Jaemin is ruining you for any other human man out there, and he knows it. You’re sure your neighbours hear every single moan, whimper of Jaemin’s name next door, you could barely bother, not when you’re feeling the best you’ve ever felt, Jaemin is everywhere inside you, the stretch making you dizzy.

You’ve never felt so full before, the feeling of every inch of your walls being in contact with the warm slick covered tentacles was downright euphoric, Jaemin is literally apart of you now, with how he’s so deeply etched inside you, you clench around him when you realise Jaemin’s tentacle cocks started stirring inside you, almost worm like, the thin tip of his cocks were not anywhere threatening in terms of size, especially with the assistance of the magical liquid you drank, but the way it worms itself deeper inside you, you swear it went way past your cervix, into your womb, you can’t feel the pain you usually feel when you accidentally knock your dildo’s blunt tip against your cervix by accident whenever you made the effort of getting yourself off, but the area is still sensitive, so you curl into Jaemin instantly, your body was reacting accordingly towards the foreign intrusion.

“Need to open you open, baby,” Jaemin groaned beside your ear before he started thrusting inside you, assisting his cocks’ less languid movements, it was a given, his cocks were as long as a child’s arm. Jeno had given up on closing his eyes, watching in suspended awe as he feels the faint pleasure that Jaemin feels, what he feels isn’t as strong, but he’s still struggling not to moan aloud, knowing that Jaemin could hear him.

Jaemin has already retracted his tentacle that was shoved between your swollen lips, but they’re still parted, your head lolled to the side, the pleasure coursing through your whole body was too much to process for a human like you, Jaemin knows you’re fine, your hand is still lightly holding onto his, Jaemin has a hand in yours while the other was held securely around your right hip, supporting himself as he thrusts into you, every second harder, faster, the pace was out of this world, brutal, but that’s how you love it now, you would never turn back from what Jaemin would offer to you after this, you’re addicted in the worst way possible, but it feels so right.

Jaemin lets out a growl when he feels your walls clenching down on him, is this how humans react when they’re close? Jaemin increases his pace, impatient to find out, the back of your bed frame hits the wall, almost like your unit is having a large scale renovation, you pray your neighbour is out for dinner as you bit down on your fist harshly, trying to suppress your noises, but Jaemin shoves your hand away, a stern expression on his face.

“I want to hear you when you fall apart, show me how much pleasure I’m giving you, baby, am I not generous?” Jaemin asks before he snaps his hips particularly hard, the tip of his cocks opening up, the feeling almost like a flower blooming inside you, tickling your walls for a millisecond before you felt the warm spurts of cum inside you, shooting directly inside your womb as you convulse, your brain going into haywire from all the different sensations from both your own body’s reactions and Jaemin’s.

Jaemin groans into your ear, the crown of his head falling onto your shoulder as he lightly thrusts his hips, trying to milk his orgasm as long as he could, savouring the euphoric feeling, letting his mind slip from something of utmost importance, he hadn’t felt it, too absorbed by the feeling of your convulsing walls, but Jeno had picked it up after hearing a surprised gasp breaking you out of your post orgasm haze, that’s when Jeno felt the movement through Jaemin, Jeno could feel everything at a mild setting through Jaemin, and that includes all parts of his body, which explains why he felt one of Jaemin’s cock sliding something circular inside you.

‘Pull out you, dumbass!’ Jeno shouted, panicked stricken voice ruining Jaemin’s moment with you. That’s when he felt something that definitely wasn’t cum slide out of him.

Jaemin quickly pulls out, you didn’t understand what was happening when Jaemin unsheathed so abruptly. Jaemin must’ve seen your worried face because he immediately flashed you his signature billion dollar smile reserved for you when you’re mad or if he broke something.

“Did you feel anything just now, baby? Maybe something round?” Jaemin asked as he transforms his right hand into its alien form before splitting it into little tendrils.

“I was too caught up in the moment, but maybe a weight, I thought that was just...cum,” you said meekly, not used to speaking about sex like this, only having done this once when you thought your high school boyfriend was your last, Jaemin made you felt like you were losing your virginity all over again.

“That was my egg, baby, and now I need to remove it before it merges with your ovary and attaches itself into your womb,” Jaemin warned before he literally shoved a fist inside you, painless of course, the tendrils searching, until it locates your cervix, shoving, as if it was trying to lodge itself inside your fallopian tube, to your ovum.

‘If it gets to her egg, chances of you being able to pull it out is very low, no offence, but you’ll be a terrible father, you asshole, and I’m not taking care of her and your kids,’ Jeno muttered.

“Jeno, can you shut up for a second? That egg isn’t as fast as you think,” Jaemin retorted before his hand wraps around the egg, at least it was just one inside you, there’s like at least five lodged in his dick and it’s getting uncomfortable, Jaemin sighs when he finally retrieves the egg, throwing the pale pink, jelly like egg on the ground before he jerks himself off.

The sight was the weirdest thing you’ve ever witnessed, the way his cock expanded before more of those oddly mesmerising eggs fell onto the floor with a thud, one by one, the more eggs that came out, the more blissed Jaemin looks, this must be like a second orgasm for him. When he was finally done, your floor had ten of his eggs, covered in his own cum, needless to say, your whole living room was a mess.

“Nothing to say anymore, Jeno? Felt good, didn’t it?” Jaemin asked, he had heard Jeno groaning loudly when jerked himself off to your naked body, it was truly a sight, the way your eyes were transfixed on Jaemin, your belly swelled up with cum, some dripping onto your baby blue couch, Jeno couldn’t deny that you, at that moment, was the most sexiest person he’s ever seen, not even his old hentai stash could top the sight of your body now and the feeling of Jaemin’s expert fingers touching Jeno through himself, bearing with the slight overstimulation just to let Jeno have a feel of what all three of them together are capable of.

“Well, let’s get you cleaned up and have Jeno clean that mess up, hmm, baby?” Jaemin said before he strides towards you, carrying you into the bathroom while he hears Jeno groan in his head.

He knows Jeno wouldn’t be able to bear with the thought of needing you to clean up Jaemin’s mess, maybe Jaemin doesn’t really mind having Jeno around anymore.

[morbidmemories]

Tyler Hadley

At 1:15 p.m. on July 16, 2011, Tyler Hadley, a 17-year-old living in Port St. Lucie, Florida, posted a status on Facebook: “party at my crib tonight…maybe.”

There was only one problem. Hadley’s parents were home. And since they’d recently grounded Hadley for drinking and drug use, they weren’t about to let their teenage son throw a party. Some friends knew this and were incredulous. When one asked if it was really happening, Hadley wrote back, “dk man im workin on it.”

But by 8:15 p.m., the party was on. Tyler posted again on his wall to confirm: “party at my house hmu.” When one of his friends asked, “what if your parents come home?” Hadley responded, “they won’t. trust me.”

That’s because Hadley had just murdered both his parents. When he posted on Facebook, their bodies were barely cold. And the high schooler wanted to throw a party at the crime scene.

Before inviting 60 people to his house for a party, Tyler Hadley calmly killed both his parents.

Blake and Mary-Jo Hadley had worried about their son for years. They’d taken Tyler to a psychiatrist and turned to a substance abuse program for help. Nothing worked. So when Tyler drove home drunk one night, Mary-Jo took away his car and phone as punishment.

Tyler fumed. He told his best friend Michael Mandell that he wanted to kill his mom. Mandell brushed off the statement as something an angry teenager would say. He never thought Tyler would go through with it.

But on July 16, Tyler made a plan. First, he took his parents’ phones. That way, they couldn’t call for help. Then he took some ecstasy around 5 p.m. Tyler worried he couldn’t go through with his plan sober.

Hadley found a hammer in the garage. While Mary-Jo sat at the computer, Tyler stared at the back of her head for five minutes. Then, he swung the hammer.

Mary-Jo turned and screamed, “Why?”

Blake, hearing the screams, ran into the room. Blake echoed his wife’s question. Tyler shouted back, “Why the fuck not?” Then Tyler beat his father to death.

After killing his parents, Tyler Hadley dragged their bodies into their bedroom. He cleaned up the crime scene, tossing bloody towels and Clorox wipes onto the bed. Finally, he invited his friends over for a party.

Tyler Hadley put out the call to come party shortly after he’d cleaned up the crime scene — right around sunset. By midnight, more than 60 people had shown up to Tyler Hadley’s house. None of them knew that the dead bodies of Hadley’s parents were in the other room.

High schoolers played beer pong in the kitchen, rubbed cigarettes into the walls, and urinated on the neighbor’s lawn.

At first, Hadley tried to stop the teens from smoking inside, but eventually, he relented. As he explained, his parents were in Orlando. Then Hadley changed his story about his parents. “They don’t live here,” he told a partygoer. “This is my house.”

Later in the night, Hadley pulled aside his best friend, Michael Mandell. “Mike, I killed my parents,” Hadley said. In disbelief, Mandell responded, “No you didn’t, Tyler. Shut up. What are you talking about?”

Hadley insisted they were dead. “Look at the driveway,” he told Mandell, “all the cars are there. My parents aren’t in Orlando. I killed my parents.”

Mandell thought it must be a prank. Then Hadley led his friend to the bedroom where he’d stashed the bodies.

“The party’s going on over here, and I turn the doorknob,” Mandell remembers. “I looked down, and I [saw] his father’s leg against the door.” Mandell suddenly realized his friend was telling the truth.

Mandell didn’t leave the party right away. In shock, he took a selfie with Hadley, figuring it would be the last time he would see his friend.

Then, Mandell left the party and called Crime Stoppers to report the murders.Michael Mandell left an anonymous tip with Crime Stoppers at 4:24 a.m. on July 17, 2011. He said that Tyler Hadley had murdered both his parents using a hammer.

Police rushed to the Hadley house. When they arrived, the party was still going on, and Hadley claimed his parents were out of town and refused to let police in the house. But they made an emergency entrance despite Hadley’s protests.

“Tyler appeared nervous, frantic, and very talkative while speaking to the officers,” according to the arrest affidavit.

The police found beer bottles all over the house. Unrolled cigars littered the floor, and the furniture had been tossed around. They also found dried blood on the walls.

When police forced open the bedroom door, they found dining chairs and a coffee table tossed on the bed. Under the furniture, they discovered the body of Blake Hadley. Nearby, they found Mary-Jo’s body.

Police arrested Tyler Hadley for murder. Three years later, a court sentenced Hadley to life in prison.

If the police hadn’t shown up, Hadley had considered taking his life. He had a stash of Percocet pills hidden in his room.

But for the time being, whether it was the ecstasy, the party, or the murder, he was feeling good. He even posted one last time on his wall at 4:40 a.m., right as police were on their way to his house: “party at my house again hmu.”

Credits: https://allthatsinteresting.com/tyler-hadley

[her-storybooks]

The Greater and Less - Aaron Hotchner and Y/N

Summary: Prompt - Stargazing Author's Notes: Hello dear readers! It's me, back from the dead. I went on hiatus as I started my new job. It's currently my week off and since I had some time today, I thought I'd get back into the writing mood. It's just a little drabble but it's on the fluffy side! Enjoy!

San Diego in Spring, trapped in a small stuffy room filled with police officers with bad B.O and profilers with high adrenaline running through their veins. Cases involving children were always the worse. The haunting knowledge of a small innocent life being tampered with and destroyed echoed through everyone’s minds as they tried to build a profile of Sanita Cole’s abductor. On Monday morning the team was called in after a series of unsolved child abductions became a series of unsolved murders. Victimology was a mess. There were 5 children so far, all of different races, gender, schools, and family wealth. The only correlation was that these children were all a week away from turning 10 years old. The current theory was that the Unsub must have experienced some form of trauma once they turned 10 years old. The question was, was the Unsub acting ins a twisted act of mercy, ensuring these children never got old enough to experience the pain they had endured? Or was this an act of revenge? An eye for an eye?

Y/N was hunched over a desk, staring down at picture after picture of bloodied and uncensored pictures of children’s bodies corrupted and tortured. Looking up from the pictures was no relief, they were on the walls as well. Along with a list of suspects and their previous convictions for child abuse. All in a small dark and stuffy room in San Diego during Spring.

When the door burst open, Y/N looked up to see Sanita Cole’s mother covered in dirt and tears hurdling down her face. The primal pained scream gave Y/N all the information she needed. Just like the other children, Sanita had been left half-buried in her mother’s backyard. A poor attempt at remorse? Allowing the child to finally rest in their home. Or an evil twist of a knife already slicing a mother’s heart. Malinda Cole was forced to use her manicured figure nails to dig at the ground and claw her way to her cold daughter. JJ and Emily bundled up the grieving mother from the ground and carried her to an empty room, leaving the room in icy silence. Y/N looked around and saw the faces of officers sigh with contempt and slug their shoulders before turning their attention back to their jobs. There was a protocol to follow now. Crime scenes are to be cordoned off, neighbors to be interviewed and autopsies to be scheduled. It angered Y/N how the first thought in her mind was what Sanita’s body could teach them about the Unsub. A calculated and impersonal thought for the child. She angrily shook her head and her thoughts and rushed out of the building.

The night air was no relief. She had yearned for a cold wind to hit her skin and wake her up from this nightmare. Instead, it blanketed her in a sticky blanket, weighing her down. Her neck was hurting after hours of looking down at coffee-stained wooden tables. Craning her head upwards to let her eyes close for a moment, relishing in the darkness before peeking through her eyelashes into the night sky.

She saw the stars but looked quickly away, turning her body back towards the police station to get back to work. A large solid bolder blocked her path as she stumbled over his shiny black shoes. “Hotch!” She jumped, scolding him for scaring her. “Don’t you make any noise when you move!” Complaining she scoffed and annoyance. “Y/N,” he whispered her name in a gentle warning as he placed his protective hands on the side of her arms.

“What?” she snapped back. She looked up and expected to see Hotch about to scold her and tell her to watch her tone. Instead, she saw the kind eyes of the man who left flowers on her desk with a secret note just a week before. She felt the gentle brush of his thumb on her arms and the patient smile curving on his lips. She sighed heavily and fell into his arms, crashing her head onto the pillow of his chest. “Aaron.” She sighed heavily.

“I know,” he whispered, wrapping her body up in his arms and holding her close.

“How many more children have to die before we catch this guy?”

“Stop,” he hushed gently, stroking her hair lovingly. “Just take a breath away from work.”

“But…” she began to protest, pulling away to meet his eyes and give him her long mental list of reasons she couldn’t afford to take a quick five-minute break.

“Look.” He interrupted, turning her around in his arms and pointing up to the sky. “Ursa Major.” Y/N rolled her eyes and looked up to the night sky, following Aaron’s stretched-out arm.

“No,” she sighed. “that’s Ursa Minor. That’s…” she moved his hand to the left, pointing to the large and almost mirrored constellation beside it. “Ursa Major. See it’s bigger and the round spoon-like bit is at the bottom.”

“Oh yeah,” Aaron feigned ignorance and hid his smirk in the locks of her hair. “How does that story go again?” he dropped his arm and wrapped it firmly around Y/N’s midriff, holding her back close to his stomach.

“Well remember how I told you Zeus was a bit of a lady's man?” Aaron hummed in remembrance of the many late-night chats where Y/N shared her love for Greek Mythology over a glass of wine. “Well, he had a child with Callisto and that angered Hera.”

“Zeus’s wife?”

“Yeah, she was the jealous type. For good reason. Anyway, she took it out on Callisto and turned her into a bear. When Callisto’s son went out hunting, he came across Callisto in her bear form. He didn’t realize it was his mother and was going to kill her. To save them both Zeus threw the mother and son into the sky where they became Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. The Greater Bear and The Lesser Bear.”

“Sad story,” Aaron mumbled, happy to feel the friction of Y/N’s palm against his arm as she patted whilst she spoke.

“Maybe,” Y/n mused. “But it beats the alternative. Imagine the guilt he would have felt knowing he killed his mother. At least this way they’re together.”

“Hmm.” Y/n relaxed into Aaron’s embrace and caught herself smiling as she marveled up at the stars that shone above them.  

“You’re a sneaky mean, Hotchner.” She laughed as she realized what Aaron had done. How he had distracted her and forced her to relax. She felt his chuckle as she pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Take five minutes to breathe then come back inside and we’ll catch him.”

He departed with one more kiss on her cheek. Y/N felt a cold waft as Aaron’s body heat was removed from hers. She found the cold awaken she had come outside for, and now she could breathe, even just for a few minutes.

Author's Notes: I confess to injecting my own personality into this fic as I love Greek Mythology. I have no idea if you can see Ursa Major and Ursa Minor in San Diego, but you can see it in the UK so forgive me if it's inaccurate!

[blissfieldbitcher]

terrible day

pairing: slashers x gn!reader (thomas hewitt, michael myers, quentin shermer) content: slashers kissing you. mentions of death, murder, and violence (it’s for slashers so duh on that one), dirty words sprinkled here and there with smut relations but not actually written, (so officially consider this my 18+ warning: minors do not interact) words: three drabbles // around 500-600 each (total words: 1743) note: modified from the kissing writing prompt: ‘i’ve had a terrible day at work, just kiss me’ but the work day is murdering people. i was gonna make this for six people instead of three but that would’ve been too long. so look out for a part two! if you wanna see anyone specific, just let me know :)

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thomas hewitt

You were upstairs - where you always were. Thomas had placed you down on his bed, as gently as his large hands would allow, and commanded you with a single finger to stay still. You had listened, to the point of staying in the exact same position, in the exact same spot.

Staying still and staring… it was the easiest way you could get yourself to mentally check out. For a moment, the screams of victims were too far away to hear. The world you created in your mind had taken the front of your vision. A world with less blood, less death.

Your opportunities for running away were long gone. Though you hadn’t actively participated in anything, you were just as guilty as the rest of them. Plus, the way Thomas looked at you…it would break your heart to leave him behind.

So you stared and imagined until he came back for you. And when he did, all bruised and bloodied, you still felt your heart drop to your feet. Thomas took a step towards you, but from the slumped shoulders, you knew something wasn’t right.

You had stood from the bed, muttering his name softly. He looked up at you, the leather of his mask covering his expression - not that he gave much away to begin with. Before you could make another move, his hands had gripped your hips and pulled you close. You started to comfort him again, but he nudged the side of your face with his.

Not understanding, you fell silent. Your hands trailed to the back of his head, running your fingers through his knotted hair. He grumbled, squeezing your hips tighter.

“I’m here, Tommy. It’s okay - ” He cut you off with an awkward kiss. The mask didn’t give much room for him to work, but the closeness was enough for him. It wasn’t the first time he had kissed you. But this was not like any other - this wasn’t the hesitant fumbling he usually kissed you with. He was always so unsure of what to do next, how you were going to react… but this time he kissed you with such tiredness you almost wanted to cry.

You kissed him back, hands coming to rest on the side of his face. It would be easier without the mask, but he refused to let you take it off. You pulled back when the rough edges of the leather started to rub too harshly against your lips. Taking his hand in yours, you pulled him to the bed,

He sat down, giving you no choice but to sit on his lap. You cradled his face again, fingers running over his eyebrows as if that was the cure for the tension he held there. “Tommy…”

His thick fingers brushed over your lips, his index resting over both of them. You nodded, understanding. He needed silence. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. He pulled his finger away and kissed you again. He was starting to find his confidence with you. The thought made your stomach flutter.

Thomas rested his head against your chest, listening to your steady breathing as you ran your fingers down the back of his head and over his neck.

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michael myers

You don’t know what happened. You never would. Michael wasn’t exactly the kind of person (was that what he was?) that would come home and tell you about the struggles of his day. You could only tell when he appeared in the shared room. You never heard him approaching, whether it was just his nature or if he didn’t want you to know he was there, didn’t matter. Soon, the Shape would appear and you would learn exactly the kind of day he had.

At first you didn’t think anything had happened. You had turned, and there he was standing in the corner. Your heart gave a jump - it was something that you would never be used to. You had offered him a weak smile, waiting to see what he was going to do before you offered him any kind of words. You had learned that lesson early on.

But Michael just stood there, watching you. You couldn’t see his black eyes from where you stood, but you could feel them raking over your body. Studying you, maybe? Waiting to see your response?

The handful of laundry you were working on fell from your grip as your nervousness started to grow. You cleared your throat, picking up the dropped t-shirt again. Your folding wasn’t exactly spot on, but you focused it more as a task of having something to do with your hands. You folded and he stared.

You didn’t hear him move, but when you picked up the last shirt of the pile, Michael’s hands were on you. You turned to face him, expecting… something. But instead of the roughness you were used to, Michael held his hand to your throat. There was no pressure, no pain. He just kept it there, fingertips holding onto your heartbeat.

If you were there, just three hours ago, you would’ve seen his last victim. One that wasn’t planned, but had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they… they remarkably looked like you. Under the light of the street lamp, Michael had thought that you had left. That you had left him.

But as the victim cried out, as their eyes dulled under his hand, he felt a strange feeling at the base of his neck. The lightness of his shoulders twisted. Why? Why did he have the sudden urge to see you and see you now? You were nothing to him. Something to keep his cock warm and clothes washed.

But watching the death unfold in front of him. He saw your face. He saw the blood leaving your neck. The light leaving your eyes. He didn’t like it. At all.

So he held your throat. Counted the difference between your steading breathing but rapid heartbeat. And he lifted his mask. Just slightly, though you had seen his face before. This wasn’t the time for full vulnerability.

His lips appeared, and before you had a chance to question him, he leaned forward and pressed his lifeless lips to yours. A squeak came out of you and you froze. He didn’t move, so you look the lead. Dropping the remaining shirt, you placed your hands on his biceps, holding him tightly.

He pulled back, securing his mask back down over his face. You had leaned down to pick up the fallen shirt, and when you stood - he was gone.

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quentin shermer

You wouldn’t exactly say that the Blissfield Butcher took you in out of the kindness of his heart. Someone whose art projects focused on using supplies taken from dead animals and humans wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy.

In reality, you just wouldn’t go away. The fascination with his pieces, commenting on small artistic decisions that most wouldn’t even realize, had changed his initial idea of killing you and tossing you out of the window.

It wasn’t the right time, anyway. He had plans. Plans that didn’t necessarily include you, but you proved to stay out of the way.

He wasn’t stupid enough to not realize you were using him as protection. As a hideaway from the druggies that would chase you down if you looked at them the wrong way. They didn’t dare chase him. They didn’t even glance his way.

It was smart, on your end. Holding out with the silent killer. Not that you knew that, of course. The rumors of the Blissfield Butcher had entered one ear and right out the other. The thrillers of folklore had bored you. Not when there was nothing more than rumors to back it up.

So when the high school’s homecoming night came around, you didn’t lift your guard. You didn’t move from the dirty mattress on the floor as the sun hid away its protection. You didn’t bat an eyelash as your quiet roommate slipped away.

You did, however, take full notice when he stumbled back in the door. The side of his shirt was darkened and wet and you didn’t know what to do. He had fallen back onto the bed just as you had jumped up to help him. His eyes were closed, hand pressed to his side. You hovered, trying to remember any sliver of first aid. The only thing that repeated in your head was stop, drop, and roll. You doubted that would do much help here.

“Left of the head.”

What? Was that a riddle? Oh shit, wait, he was talking.

“W-what?”

He opened his eyes and you could see the clear annoyance in them. “Left. Of. The. Head.” He pointed with his right hand and to the side of a mannequin head, you saw a pile of towels and duct tape. Oh. Right.

You had brought over the supplies, commenting clearly on how putting dirty towels on an open wound might not be the brightest idea - but he wasn’t listening. He guided your hands where he needed them, taking over doing most of the work himself. Once he was as situated as he was going to be, he fell back onto the mattress, arm swung over his eyes.

“Are you going to be okay?” Your voice was small. No matter what wacked out relationship the two of you had, you weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea that he might be seriously injured. He didn’t answer you, and your nerves wanted you to keep talking to give yourself something else to focus on. “Shit, you’re gonna die and I don’t even know your name. I mean I have the name I call you in my head but - ”

You didn’t even realize he had sat up. Your words were cut off by his lips on yours and you didn’t know what to do. He didn’t seem to take any offense to you not kissing him back. When he pulled away, his bored eyes were locked onto yours.

“I need you to shut up.” You would’ve called him rude, but you just nodded at his tone. His eyes flicked down to your lips again, and this time you were much more prepared. He pulled you back onto the bed, his arm holding you to his chest.

As you started to drift off to the smell of drying blood, you could’ve sworn you heard a deep voice whisper, “Quentin.”

[gardensgatekeeper]

Watching Over - Part 1

Welcome to chapter one of Watching Over! I'm so excited for this story to finally be taking off and I hope you all enjoy the ride. Shoutout to my dear friend Sadie (@jannysarcher) for putting up with my constant spam of ideas and reassuring me when I feel like I'm in over my head. Happy reading!

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: 18+ minors DNI! Mentions of anaphylaxis, swearing, anger, mentions of cheating, mentions of death (non-graphic), fluff. Let me know if I missed any!

June 22, 1992 - Izzie

I swept behind the counter of the small coffee shop I worked at, ready to close up for the day and go home. The jingle of the door opening echoed through the empty shop and I called out from the back. “Sorry, we’re closed!”

“Fine, I guess I’ll have to find someone else to eat all these red velvet cookies with!” I heard a familiar voice reply.

“Danny! What are you doing here? I thought you were with Jenny?” I said as I emptied the dust pan.

“Oh uh, something came up.” He started, an unrecognizable look painted across his face. “Besides, that just means I get to spend more time with my best friend on her gotcha day!” He smiled faintly, setting the box of cookies on the counter. Apart from the obvious marked packaging, I could tell by the smell alone that these cookies came from my favorite bakery around the corner, Mad Hatter Bakeshop.

“Danny, I tell you this every year, I’m not a dog! But I appreciate the thoughtful gesture. I was actually planning on swinging by there later to get something, so thank you for saving me a trip.” I chuckled at the fact that he knows me so well.

“You still coming to dinner tonight?” I asked before practically inhaling one of the still warm treats. “Duh, I wouldn’t miss mama Laura’s mac and cheese for the world.” He said, patting his stomach. Though I knew he was just being silly, I fake gasped as I threw a nearby rag at his chest, earning one of those award-winning Wagner smiles.

“Of course that and the fact that I get to celebrate the day the universe gave me my best friend!” He pleaded, holding his hands up in defense. “Yeah, yeah. Now why don’t you make yourself useful and finish wiping down the counters while I enjoy the rest of these cookies.” I laughed while making myself comfortable on one of the small leather couches.

“You’re lucky I love you. I wouldn’t do scut work for anyone else.” He sighed, making his way over to the cabinet that held the cleaning supplies.

The radio was still playing overhead and I all but screamed bloody murder when I recognized the familiar tune that started flowing through the speakers, which caused Danny to quite literally drop everything and come running to my “rescue.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a panic, looking around trying to figure out what caused my sudden outburst. “It’s our song!” I grinned. His body slowly relaxed when he realized I wasn’t in immediate danger. I watched his face as he finally heard the lyrics of Tears for Fears’ ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ fill the empty building.

“God, I remember when this song came out. What were we, like 17?” Danny asked. “Yeah, I remember they played it at our junior prom and you spilled your punch all over my dress running to the dance floor!” I shot him a playful glare. “You’re lucky I ended up deciding on a darker dress so the stain wasn’t that visible.”

“Isabella Louise Rotterdam, how many times do I have to apologize for something that happened seven years ago? I think you’re just holding a grudge for fun at this point.” He jokingly defends, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Maybe.” I giggle. “I have plenty of reasons to hold a grudge against you though. Remember that time in seventh grade when you convinced me that everyone was wearing their pajamas to school, but I was the only one? I still have trust issues over that.” I shook my head, remembering how mortified and embarrassed I felt the entire day, especially because my parents couldn’t bring me a change of clothes.

“You gotta admit, that was pretty funny.” I could see him trying to hold back a laugh as I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, but not as funny as when you were nine and somehow managed to break your arm from flinging that dumb Star Wars lightsaber around all the time.” I recalled the memory so vividly of Danny coming over to show off his cast that collected dozens of signatures following mine.

“Yeah even I still don’t know how I did that. But hey, the ladies thought it was cool.” The smirk on his face quickly faded when I reminded him that his old babysitter was obligated to call it cool, therefore it didn’t actually count.

Danny finished disinfecting the tables and chairs as I walked around to double check the stock for tomorrow and ensure everything else was properly locked up for the evening. Once I was sure everything was set, I collected my things and Danny followed me out the back door where I punched in the code for the alarm system.

“I need to freshen up and grab a few things from the house so I’ll meet you there, yeah? I figured we can just ride over together.” Danny and I agreed on our plan before each hopping into our cars and pulling out of the gravel parking lot.

The weather was absolutely beautiful today so I opted to roll the windows down and turn up the volume of my Fleetwood Mac ‘Rumours’ CD. I took in the scenery on the drive home, which made me feel extra grateful to celebrate another year with the people I care most about.

I’d never been one to particularly enjoy my birthday, so in lieu of a big party and presents, my parents and I (and usually Danny) will just have a small dinner together to celebrate the day I was adopted. They tried for years to start a family but never had any luck. When I was left at the local fire station as a baby, they practically jumped at the chance to take me home. The rest was history.

Of course, I’ve tried a bit here and there to find my birth parents but have always come up empty handed. Not even the folks at the fire station had any information on who dropped me off all those years ago. Though it was a bit disheartening to think that someone out there really wanted nothing to do with me, I tried to to take it as a sign that for whatever reason, I just wasn’t meant to know. Either way, I feel so lucky to be able to call Laura and Ben my parents. I’ll never understand what I did to deserve to grow up in a loving and supportive household with them.

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The rest of the evening flew by as we all enjoyed one another’s company. Mom, like always, rambled on about the day they brought me home. Dad even managed to make everyone, including Danny shed a few tears with his ‘miracle child’ speech. 

As my parents slowly began to clean up, Danny and I flipped through a photo album I found in my old bedroom, which mostly included pictures from the summer they took Danny and I to Edgewater Beach in Cleveland.

“Oh my god I remember this!” I say pointing to a picture of me with patchy red spots all over my face, clearly physically exhausted. “My mom cut up some pineapple for us to have as a snack and my face swelled up like a balloon. I guess that’s one way to find out you’re severely allergic to something.” My mind replayed the memory of me being rushed to the emergency room when my throat nearly closed up.

After that scare, my parents had me tested for any other allergies and health concerns just to ease their mind, but everything else seemed normal. We flipped through the remainder of the photos then headed back downstairs to see if there was anything else we could do to help before we headed out.

The ignition came to life as I slowly backed out of the driveway and began the fairly short drive back. “So, how’s Jenny? I haven’t seen her around in a while.” I decided to test the waters a bit. I could almost immediately feel the air tense up as he sighed.

Though he hadn’t explicitly said anything, I could tell things weren’t great considering when she was over last week, I heard them arguing all night.

“Apart from the fact that I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on me, just peachy keen!” He replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What? Why do you think that?” I asked. “When I was at her place earlier, I found a shirt that definitely does not belong to me in her room.” He started. “She tried to say it was her brother’s shirt that got mixed up in the laundry. Biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard if you ask me.” He huffed out. “I’m pretty sure I broke her front door off the hinges from slamming it so hard. Serves her right.” He smirked to himself.

“Shit, Danny. I’m so sorry. Are you okay though? I mean you guys were getting pretty serious.” I asked sympathetically. “Yeah I guess. Just wish she wouldn’t have lied to me.”

I hummed in response and let the faint music from the radio be the only sound for the remainder of the drive. Soon enough, we arrived back at the house and I wrestled with my cluttered keyring before finally finding the one for the deadbolt. As soon as I stepped inside, I heard the phone ringing. Danny sauntered over to the kitchen to answer it as I hung my work bag on one of the metal hooks on the wall.

I discreetly listened to the conversation as I began taking my shoes off, curious as to who would be calling this late in the evening.

“Why would I want to listen to anything you have to say?” … “No, I don’t want to hear it.” … “Why can’t you just tell me over the phone?”

There was a long pause before I heard him speak again. “Fine, but no funny business.” I heard the phone slam down and Danny let out a loud sigh before walking back into the front hallway.

“Who was that?” I asked. “Jenny.” He said. “She wants to meet and explain things. Said it’s really important.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to stay up for you?” I asked. “Nah, I shouldn’t be long. I just want to get this over with.” He blew out another frustrated breath as he grabbed his keys and pulled the door closed a little too harshly, the loud slam causing me to jump.

I quickly showered and got ready for bed, dreading having to work so early in the morning.

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When I crawled out of bed the next morning, the house was still quiet and I assumed Danny must have come back after I fell asleep and just hadn’t woken up yet. Curious as to how his chat with Jenny went, I left a sticky note offering some freebies at work as an incentive to get him to swing by and fill me in.

The day dragged on and I was a bit disheartened when it was nearing closing time and Danny hadn’t come by. Maybe things didn’t go well? I guess I’d see him when I got home. Apart from Danny’s relationship drama, I was also curious about the buzz of hushed whispers that seemed to take over the cafe in the last hour or so.

Normally, the types of secrets to flow in and out of this town are fairly superficial, but the air felt heavier and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. My curiosity finally got the best of me when a customer came up for a refill as I quietly asked what was going on.

“You haven’t heard yet? Jenny Evans was found dead by the Kokosing River lookout point this morning.”

✶ ✶ ✶

[blueroan-equestrian]

Fluffy for Remus

Remus watched his beautiful girlfriend get into the boat to leave Hogwarts as a student for the last time. He couldn’t help but stare at her beauty before trotting up to catch up with her. Remus sat next to her, wrapped her quickly up in his arms. She leaned into his embrace and for the moment he was content. But life as a werewolf was not easy and keeping a job was hard. (Y/n), insisted she was alright with supporting him. Though that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty every time he lost a job. Remus sat at the kitchen table with a muggle newspaper. (Y/n) walked in nothing but one of his shirts and a skimpy pair of panties. She shuffled over and kissed him on his head as she wrapped his arms around him, “What are you doing?”

“Looking for a job.” He says as circles another flexible job opportunity.

“In the muggle newspaper?” She asked in not a judgmental manner but rather curiosity.

“Yeah I can work my schedule around the full moon without anyone thinking anything of it. So it’ll be easier to hold on to the job… you know?”

He paused to look at her and she nodded, “Alright, if that’s what you want to do. But don’t risk your health alright?”

“I promise to do only what I can. I know… but I need to work, I can’t let you do everything. You’re working two jobs because I can’t hold down a job and we would barely scrape by if you didn’t work the second when I don’t have a job. I can’t do that to you… I refuse to be a burden, it’s supposed to be me to who takes care of you. Don’t tell me it’s not because it is.” He grumbles.

(Y/n) gives him a squeeze before shuffling to the cupboard, “Pancakes?”

“That would be nice, thank you love.”

….

Remus got a job as a waiter at a decent restaurant that paid well for only four days of work. The job allowed him to pick his days out each week so it was perfect for him. He felt like like a contributing family member. Not just (y/n)’s sickly stay at home boyfriend but her partner and boyfriend who can help take care of her. Not a burden. Today after he got off work, he stopped by his father’s place, it was time to ask for his mother’s engagement ring. He was finally in a position where he felt worthy and deserving of love. He was going to finally make (y/n) his wife.

On his walk home he fiddled with the box. He practiced his speech in his head over and over as if he hadn’t imagined it a thousand times before. He stepped inside their shared small apartment to the smell of something delicious cooking. He instinctively hummed to himself. He stepped behind her and wrapped himself around her as she cooked, “What are you making love?”

“Beef stroganoff.” (Y/n) hummed.

“Smells delicious. How was your day love?” Remus kissed her shoulder.

She spun around, “It has about fifteen-twenty minutes to cook, want to sit?” He nodded and they do, “today we had this guy try to smuggle this huge cursed artifact into the ministry! It was epic! You should have seen Peter’s face when they popped open this guy’s suitcase and out popped this gargoyle esk statue! He screamed bloody murder like it had tentacles or something. Like for real that was the best part my day.”

“Watching Peter nearly shit himself? You got a mean streak.” Remus chuckled.

(Y/n) brushed him off, “Whatever you say, how was your day?”

Remus smiled softly, “Oh you know, same old same old. But I did stop by my father’s place.”

“Oh? How is he?”

“Excited.” She gave him a questioning look, “You see, I have found the most beautiful and supportive woman a man can ask for. I asked him for my mother’s engagement ring so that I might ask her for her hand in marriage. So (y/n) will you please make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

“Oh my Merlin!!!! Yes! Yes I will marry you oh my goodness!” She squeals as he took her into his arms and spun her around.

He gave her a peck, “better get the oven, the times up.”

(Y/n) playfully smacked him, “Remus Lupin, your timing is horrendous.” And the two laughed.

[spookiifi]

Lo-fi Beats for Alternates Only

This fanfic is based off of Alex Kister’s Mandela Catalogue series on Youtube. I highly suggest checking out his content before reading this fic.

Sidenote: This work of fiction is not meant to have a happy ending nor is it shipping. BUT we do get to meet our dear Six (intruder) and Alt!Gabriel in the worst ways.

Maybe the best ways for some of you. Enjoy.

Reader is gender neutral!

ao3 link!

Warnings: Alternates, manipulation, horror elements, gore, body horror and violence. Read at your own risk

Half asleep, you finished the written portion of your college exam. Never did the send button look so welcoming. It was your last one before your digital graduation. Your clock read 11:58; the video portion would have to be late, but that really didn’t bother you.

Several red bull and cold brew cans litter the room. The small trash bin is towered with 5 hour bar wrappers and great value energy drink cans.

Even though you hated the idea, your zoom camera had to be used for the video portion of the exam.

Half of the people in your class had gone missing, and you’d think your classes would have cancelled. One of them was diagnosed with M.A.D. They were admitted and they never returned to class. They might as well be dead to the world.

But no, the show must go on. Class from home was the best option, even though they specifically said that all mirrors and webcams were prohibited. Anything to do with screens, television, or any reflective surface were to be destroyed without question.

You tried to focus on classwork, despite the apartment complex right next to yours blasting music. Your neighbor “didn’t believe in alternates” saying that it was some sort of theory to keep people paranoid. She gave off the save vibe of a Karen that didn’t believe in vaccines.

You rubbed your eyes and popped open another energy drink, getting back to work with trying to record. Maybe you should just give up and wait until the am hours where she’d probably stop blasting tunes through the paper-thin walls.

Just one ten-minute rest period, that would be it.

Thirty minutes passed instead.

The sound of bloody murder screaming jolted you out of your unconscious state of mind. You could hear your neighbor screaming for help, a thud, then silence.

Your biggest mistake was peering through the boarded-up window, only to find the lights off. The worst decision of your life.

And a hooded figure staring right back at you.

A sudden knock at your bedroom door made you jump.

“I’m sorry that I blasted music while you were studying. I won’t do it again. Why don’t let me in so I can apologize?” Your neighbor never sounded that sweet. She was known for being a stuck up teenager that never said “Sorry.” Fuck, what was the T.H.I.N.K principle, what was the principle? Your mind was drawing a blank as the alternate chanted to be let in. How the hell did it get past your bolted front door?

“I have a housewarming gift that I think you’ll love.” You’d lived in that same apartment for several years. This wasn’t your neighbor.

At this point, you resorted to hiding under the desk and grabbed a metal bat next to your office chair.

“Let me in let me in let me in.” Every word started to grow more violent and sickly sweet. The creature slammed its hands on the door repeatedly, thank god you locked it.

If there really was a God. These alternates wouldn’t exist if there was one.

“LET ME IN DAMN IT.” The being screeched your name VERONICA open the open the door please . 

The alternate’s footsteps faded, and you sighed in relief….only to hear them getting louder and louder. You could hear the wooden door breaking into several pieces as the creature body-slammed it open. Huddling your body as close to the desk as possible, you watched as the intruder’s shoes paced your carpet floor, their heavy breathing blocking out your thought process. It was almost as if they were waiting for you to make a move.

“I just want to talk. Come out.” What used to be your neighbor’s voice now turned into a scratching whisper.

With your weapon gripped tight, you readied yourself until their back was turned. You lanced out at the alternate, landing a blow on their jaw. The same hooded figure hissed and held its head.

You stepped back a couple feet to gain some hitting space. Raising your weapon, you moved to hit again, but the alternate caught your wrist, fully twisting it clockwise. You screamed as fiery pain coursed through your broken wrist. The bat clattered to the floor.

The intruder grinned and used his free hand to grip your throat, squeezing as tight as possible.

You landed a hard kick on the intruder’s chest, and they reeled back into the wall. Still holding the bat in your hands, you carefully knelt down next to the intruder. They didn’t have a pulse.

“…Did I kill it?”

The last thing you remember was the intruder whirling around, their fist making direct contact with your face.

Then blackness

“Wake up.”

A huge gust of wind brushed past you, and blinding light filled your vision. A figure emerged from the light. Gabriel stood before you, his robes flowing with the wind. Two giant feathered wings unfolded from his back.

You were dead, you had to be dead. But your bedroom was still here.

“Ah, good. I saved you just in time.” He smiled down at you and offered his hand. “And here I thought you were dead.”

This wasn’t right. Nothing about this angel felt welcoming to you.

Even though you could barely stand, you refused to lose consciousness. You could only see out of one eye from being hit, making it more difficult to make out his appearance. Blood still dripped from your broken nose.

“I’ve never seen a human try to murder an alternate.”

A false prophet.

“Murder?! I was trying to-“ You shook off the thought as you sat up, wincing at your broken wrist. “Who are you and what the fuck do you want with me?”

Gabriel pulled his hand away. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m your true savior.” He stepped closer and kneeled down. “All I need is your eternal loyalty to me.”

“Are you going to kill me? Turn me into that…thing that knocked me out cold?”

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done so while you were asleep.” The facade that hid Gabriel’s large grin and eyes faded away. “Now, where were we??”

“Wh-what are you?” You scrambled backward for safety but he grabbed your arm and chin.

“Your one and only god, and you’re a fool for believing that I’d let you go so easily.”

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For my first Mandela fic, I think I did pretty well.

So much for your video exam

Gabe hun, I didn’t mean to call you a false prophet. It was for the content. I still think you’re the realest.

Anyway, hydrate or DIEDRATE everyone.

[ldfanfic05]

Stu Macher x Male! Reader

Stabbed Heart🫀🔪 Part.3

(Extended Version)

As you drove to your house, shocked. You walked in your house and locked your door then walked to your room, getting your work clothes off and getting dressed for the party.

( Multiple options); ⬆️

You walked to your car and got in, starting to drive to Stu’s house. You saw lights, cars and a ton of people. “Jesus...” You said, parking your car and getting out. You walked to the door and knocked loudly, for someone to hear over the blasting music. “Y/N? Hey!” You saw Sidney Prescott. “Hey Sid! I never expected you to be here!” You said with a smile. “Well I didn’t expect to be here either..You know how I am..!” She said, moving to the side to let you in. “Y/NNN!!” You heard Stu shout, running over to you and wrapping a arm around your shoulder, walking you in his Massive, Crowded home. “I knew you’d come! Did you get the horror film?” He asked. “Yep! It’s right here..!” You gave Stu the film tape and he walked you over to the couch, sitting down. “Hey babe, could you get some more beers, and one extra for Y/N?” Stu said to Tatum Riley, his Girlfriend. “What am I, some beer slave?” Tatum chuckled and headed to the basement.

A couple hours later...🕧🕦🕥🕣

The phone rang as you and the other random group was watching the horror you picked. “Y/N could you get that? This horror is lit!” Stu said. “Okay..” You nodded, walking to the phone. “Hello? You said. “Hello Y/N...” A deep voice seethed on the other side of the phone. “Who is this?” You asked, a little scared. “You don’t need to know until you see me, your heart, in my hand...” You hanged up quickly out of fear and rushed over to the living room. “Stu! The mur-“ You stopped, everyone was gone. When you were on the phone everyone heard that there was a dead body in the woods and went to see it. You heard a thud then a scream upstairs. “Sidney!” You said, running up the stairs and opening the door. You saw Billy’s dead body on the ground and the murderer in the corner of the room, trying to kill Sydney. “Sidney! Come here!” You screamed getting her out of the room. “Y/N! We have to help Billy!” Sidney sobbed as you got her downstairs. “No time, he’s dead!” You said, scared out of your mind.

Sidney kept sobbing as you dragged her out of the house, looking at the garage door you two saw Tatum, head crushed and neck snapped, hanging off the garage door. Sidney sobbed even more as you feared the murderer was near by, as you were right, the murderer ran out of the bushes and ran towards you. Not Sidney, you. He slashed his knife on your temple, making blood rush down your head.

You guys ran back inside and into the kitchen to go outside from the back door until you saw Billy, with a gun and his shirt all bloody, he licked the blood on his finger while pointing the gun at you two. “Syrup, my favourite...” He said lowly as Stu walked in. “Stu! I told you! I told you the murderer was here!” You sobbed but Stu didn’t react, he only smiled. “Oh Y/N, haven’t you heard of teamwork? Me and Billy are pretty good at it” Stu said as he leaned his head over Billy’s shoulder. “What’s the matter guys? You two look like you’ve seen a ghost...” Billy said, a voice box to his mouth, making him sound really different. “It was you..It was always you...” Sidney said, tears streaming down her face. “What’s wrong? Scared?” Stu said to Sidney. You pulled out a knife from the drawer and held it out. “Stay away you fucking psychos!!” You screamed, the wound on your head stinging.

Stu and Billy did a fake surprised look then smiled, you grabbed Sidney’s hand then sprinted, Billy shot you in the shoulder and you screamed in pain, still running. Hiding in the closet.

Ring, ring...

The phone rang and Stu answered. “Wanna play a game?” A low voice spoke. “What game..?” Stu had been stabbed and tried to gain consciousness. “It’s where some friends call the police on your sorry ass!” Sidney yelled through the phone. “Aw...My parents are gonna kill me..!” Stu sobbed then fell to his knees.

Billy ran in the hallway but got stopped as the door slammed him against the wall, Sidney running to him and stabbing him repeatedly with a umbrella. Billy fell, dead for real this time.

Stu stumbled into the living room, planning acting like the victim when the police arrived but another thing happened.

You shoved him to the ground then pushed the TV right on his head, electrocuting him until his feet kicked and twitched.

You moved the TV and looked at his burnt and bloody face. You frowned upon him and lowered your head.

“Stu...I always had a crush on you...But now I know why we couldn’t be together..” You whispered and bent down to close his, dead, open eyes.

You heard police sirens and walked Sidney out of the house, you covered in blood.

[thezsisters]

Challenge of the mind

When I was younger, say 5, 6 years old, I used to think that all mentally unstable people are those you will find by the road either half naked or fully naked with matted hair thick enough to break a comb and always talking to themselves. I was scared of those people. I remember my first encounter with one around the Accra mall. It was terrifying. He grabbed my wrist and started talking gibberish in my face. Luckily, he let go before I could scream bloody murder and turned away to harass his next victim. I was shaking like a leaf. I’m pretty sure my soul left my body at some point. When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, scrubbing around my wrist so vigorously it started to hurt.

There’s a saying in Ghana that goes, ” Many are mad, but few are roaming.” Growing up, I came to a conclusion that not all mentally unstable people are on the streets. There are so many people who look normal on the outside, but inside, they are struggling, tearing apart, some are even dead inside – no feelings whatsoever. Yet they aren’t on the streets. They are in offices, our classrooms, hospitals, and even our churches.

What is Mental Health?

I did some research and came across the definition of mental health and types of mental health issues. Believe me when I say the types are not what I expected.

Mental health according to The World Health Organization, is a state of mental well-being that enables people to cope with the stresses of life, realize their abilities, learn well and work well, and contribute to their community. So basically, if we aren’t in the right mental state, we can’t think or act properly, and we start to feel disoriented. Like a faulty switch kind of situation? Imagine trying to drive with a faulty car. That is mental health. Keeping our mental state clear and healthy.

I asked myself one afternoon on my way to lectures, what the types of mental health issues are, or what you call a mental issue? Is depression a mental issue? Anxiety? Fear? Well, apparently, these are types of mental health. Anxiety, depression, eating disorders, PTSD, ADHD, OCD, bipolar disorder, some of which I never thought would be classified under mental health issues like eating disorders, autism, schizophrenia?

Either way, a lot of people don’t share what they are going through. I can be walking, all smiles and laughs, but deep down, I’m not happy. I am crying inside, ripping my very own heart into shreds. Happens a lot to a lot of people, your friends, siblings, enemies, and even our parents.

I want to share a personal experience at this point. When I was in junior high school, I had a lot of trouble making and keeping friends. I wasn’t really shy because I tried so hard to fit in. I had a few friends, though, say three or four, but I felt I couldn’t get to their standards, and so I felt left out. In my attempt to try to fit in, I ended up scaring the little friends I had away.

A few years later, I discovered that people did like me in junior high school, they just didn’t associate with me because I looked mean and always pushed people away from me with my moody personality and till date I don’t even understand what that means. I didn’t understand why people didn’t talk to me, people didn’t sit with me, I’m always arguing with people trying to defend myself and it made me look problematic and so I stopped trying. That's the story of my life.

So don’t take your mental health for granted. Before I sign off, I just want to remind you that there is a God, a powerful God who is watching over you and has big plans for you. He loves you and will always love you. This is the perrie writer and I will see you all later. Take care.

Written by Queen Ijeoma.

[madewithspice]

Eren Yeager Headcanons

Just a load of random Eren headcanons i think about sometimes. Enjoy.

Eren is the type to have no idea what you were talking about because he got distracted playing with your fingers or just flat out was staring at you and forgot that conversations work two ways, just mouth open and zoned out.

He is extremely ticklish and screams bloody murder when you even try to go near him with the intention of doing it. He starts off warning you and throwing threats about but will end up with tears in his eyes, begging you not to tickle him because he’s a dramatic bitch.

He secretly tries on your makeup when you’re out. One day you came home early and he ran into the bathroom only to come out later with streaks of smudged eyeliner and faint lipstick stains around his lips. When you confront him about them, he shyly admits he was just curious and now he sits, with you standing between his legs and lets you do it for him. My pretty boy Yeager

Hear me out, Eren is definitely not a stoner like the majority of hcs say. He tried smoking with Connie (who, in my opinion, is the smoker of the gang) and it ended in him having a coughing fit and crying from the smoke. Thinks smoking is stupid anyway and that only idiots (aka Connie and Jean) think it’s cool but really he’s just salty because they tease him about his first try. Between me and you Eren practised before hand with an inhaler lol (don’t try this at home kids).

Eren loves to steal your phone and leave a hundred odd pictures. Sometimes of his face, sometimes of random shit like a lamppost or blurry pictures of the view from your window. Sometimes he’ll take cute pictures with your back turned or when you’re zoned out. It gets to the point where you purposely leave your phone lying around so you can get some cute pictures of him since eren is the least photogenic person ever.

Elaborating on the last point, tell this man to smile and pose for a picture and he looks like either he’s holding in a huge shit or that he’s just enter the stage of rigor mortis (when a dead body turns stiff). Eren only takes good pictures if he takes them himself or is unaware someone is taking pictures of him. Once he realises he turns into a stuffed corpse.

Eren likes to leave tiny notes for you everywhere. A simple “good night cutie” on the nightstand, a “good morning baby” stuck on his pillow, smiley faces left in random places like the inside of your wardrobe and “don’t touch this, it’s mine” stuck on his snacks yet there’ll be “sorry i ate your crisps I was hungry ^_^”. Honestly the audacity of this man -_-

And that’s all I can currently think of - Kiki.