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deunmiu-dessie · 1 day
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ⅳ▬ ⁽ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑒 ⁾
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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎: ₂˖₁ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡
𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎: unedited----- attempted murder, fluff(??), angst. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ꒰shade ₊⊹ gn!reader꒱
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thinking of a shade, just a little more powerful and smarter than the rest, becoming your protector. little ol' you who's had severe insomnia since you were a child. ♡
shade who didnt want to at first, since it usually didn't meddle in human affairs; besides you were nothing special. ♡
shade who ignores you for the first couple of days before begrudgingly shooing away the pesky, lower demons who crawl over your body. ♡
shade who lays next to you and wraps you within its arms ˙◠˙
shade who finds immense satisfaction in watching you sleep for the first time in a long time. ♡
shade who watches as the demons instead prey on your family. ♡
shade who is too enamored with you to even care. ♡
shade who watches your family fall apart. ♡
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𝒴 our lashes flutter open in the inky black room, eyes reflecting a glossy sheen from the remnants of sleep, all while the sound of your sniveling fills the darkness that surrounds you. Against your pale complexion, the deep, dark circles under your eyes become prominent, now moistened by the tears streaming down your cheeks in small rivers. You struggle to recall the last time you experienced a full night's sleep, the memory fading away as you reach the tender age of seven.
     Despite the numerous prescriptions, medical professionals, therapists, and even herbal teas you have tried, none have succeeded in lulling you to sleep. You remain confined to your bed, yearning for the day when your eyes will finally close and you’lll find respite in sleep, yet that day never arrives. Occasionally, you manage to drift off into a state of unconsciousness, albeit for a mere five or ten minutes, but it never feels like true sleep. Every now and then your plagued by nightmares—disturbing and horrifying dreams that startle you awake, leaving you gasping for breath.
Ever since you were a small child, you had been wanting, no craving to have a good night's rest– though your weren't so sure anymore. Not if the black abyss that threatens to swallow you whole almost every night is the thing greeting you happily when you finally succumb to the person that is sleep. 
    Nevertheless, you refuses to let it impact you social life. Each morning, as the sun warmly embraces you with a melancholic smile, you rise from your bed and diligently apply layers of concealer and foundation to mask the exhaustion evident in your eyes.  Peering into the mirror, you practice a smile, willing your eyes to sparkle, and whisper softly to yourself, "I'm okay."
  You're not okay, you swerve gently in and out of traffic, eyelids heavy as you force yourself to work. All you want is to sleep, to feel normal again. Deep down, you knows that what you yearn for is something you can never truly have, but yiu can always ‘dream’.
     As the day finally draws to a close, you retreat to your bed – the same bed that bears the imprint of your body from countless nights, the same pillow that holds your thoughts and tears captive, and the same dusty dream catcher that fails to capture any dreams. You're anxious for what your mind might conjure up tonight, but you embrace it with ease – slipping beneath your cozy comforter and switching off the lamp.
     A cool warmth envelops your body, your tense muscles finally finding release, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You nestle yourself into that snug cocoon – savoring the way it makes your eyes grow heavy with the blissful weight of sleep. It's not the kind of sleep that startles you awake in a panic every night, but rather one that feels natural and inviting.
  You're too comfortable to notice the faint outline of a body beside you, mind too far gone to notice the emaciated arms that tighten themselves around your body, pressing your form into the depths of its torso. Even if you were of sound mind, you would simply attribute any strange sensations to your lack of sleep. 
   That night you sleep for the first time in twelve years, without any nightmares to ruin the unusual but sweet moment. You, this time, don't greet the sun as it rises in the sky, no, you don't wake up until late evening, waving goodbye to the sun as it drifts away from your sight.
    Suddenly, your alarm blares from your nightstand, reminding you of your impending night shift. Dread fills you as you recall the eerie occurrences that often plague you during these dark hours– shadows come to life, items are in places you didn’t put them and customers come in faceless. 
  You feel fine today, energized even. You don't want to push your luck though; and so when you leave for work, passing your mother and older sister- who seem to be completely out of it, you grab an energy drink and wave them goodbye. 
    You worked diligently and quickly that night, your manager thoroughly surprised that your movements aren’t sluggish anymore and so he praises you enthusiastically– you can only smile in thanks as you rings up another customer. 
      The night goes on smoothly, and as the sun begins to rise and wave its warmth at you, you realize that the energy drink is still next to you, untouched. You're tired from working the night though and you clock out as soon as the time strikes 6AM. 
  Cool brisk air greets you as you exit the gas station, wisps of cold brushing  your cheeks while you walk to your car. Excitement fills you as you look forward to finally getting some rest after a long day. However, a lingering sense of caution remains, reminding you that what occurred earlier might have been a mere coincidence; and so the car ride home is made up of your thumb tapping against the steering wheel and the sound of your heart pumping quickly. Silently, you ease open the door to the house, moving with delicate steps as you enter. You gently places your keys into a bowl, its transparent purple hue catching the light. You hang up your thin jacket and slide out of your shoes, placing them in front of the shoe closet haphazardly. As you ascend the staircase, your movements are hushed, making sure to avoid any creaks on the staircase. You reach your room door, a contented sigh escaping your lips.   You plop down on your bed without a second thought, still clad in your work attire. With the room pitch black, You sleep easily. Cocooned in warmth once more, your body relaxes itself. Despite feeling a slight pressure on your body, you pay it no mind.
    Sleep comes quick for you, but not your family. The moment your head touches the pillow, their nightmares start to rear their ugly heads, their once peaceful sleep is no more. 
   The dark figure that graces you with sweet dreams, relishes in the way your skin gains color, the way your dark circles lighten and your forehead creases smoothe out. You weren't special in any way, many humans out there had the exact same condition that you did- maybe even a bit worse off than you.
 The entity couldn't resist being irresistibly drawn to you, despite its own reservations. Seeing a human with so much potential- wasted, was excruciating. So, it clings onto you tightly, using its presence as a protective barrier against the demons that are inexplicably lured by your human essence and dormant state.     However, the shade finds itself far from bored. It observes as your chest rises and falls with each breath, watches as your lips curve sporadically with sleeping ticks; and the serene expression that graces your face. It can even discern the muffled whimpers and groans emanating from the rest of your family in the adjacent hallway, as the demons voraciously feed on their fear and anguish, draining their life force. The shade doesn’t care if your family suffers for a bit longer though, now they can fill your shoes. It was only fair.   Your lashes flutter and then open at 8:19 PM, you can hear the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen just down the stairs and the soft jazz music that only plays when your mom is cooking. You slide out of bed and pad softly out of the room, stretching your body as you walk down the stairs.
"Good morning," you playfully mumble to your older sister, who is seated at the kitchen island.  Your eyebrows knit together in confusion when your sister doesn't reply. Curiosity piqued, you took a few steps closer, gasp of surprise quickly stifled. Jo-Lene’s face is pale, her lips are chapped and her cheeks a bit sunken in. Around her eyes are dark circles that the girl has never gotten before. You cups your sister's face in your hands, titling it back and forth. “ Have you stayed up late working on your book?” Jo shakes her head, softly removing your hands from her cheeks. The older of the two of you shrugs her shoulders and covers a yawn with her hand.  "I haven't been getting much sleep lately."
   Slowly, she trails off and shakes her head, taking a moment to savor the dark coffee in her cup. "You know, besides the fact that I can't sleep, I also have the most terrible nightmares," she admits. You nod in understanding, settling down beside her and grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl. "You're starting to sound just like me," You tease, playfully rubbing her shoulder to offer comfort.
   With a slow fade in her voice, she trails off and shakes her head, taking a deliberate sip of her dark coffee. "You know, it's not just me. Mom and Dad struggle with sleep too," she reveals. You glance at your mother, eyes widening in disbelief. "You're not kidding," You bite into your banana before pushing it against the side of your cheek to speak. “Weirdly? I’ve been able to sleep for the past 2 days. No nightmares; and for hours at a time.” 
Your mother stops chopping up vegetables, mouth slightly ajar and eyebrows raised. “Oh! Honey, that's amazing, I’m so happy for you. How did you do it?” You can't recall doing anything out of the ordinary, except praying to sleep well.   You shrug your shoulders and chew the banana some more before swallowing. “I didn’t do anything, it just happened.” Jo nudges you with a smile. “Maybe you’re cured.” You give her a sarcastic smile, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. "I highly doubt it, probably just a one-time thing."
   “Also, this could be temporary for you guys as well. I’m sure it’ll pass soon.” 
  Little did they know, this temporary situation was about to become a never-ending nightmare. Days turned into weeks, and your restful slumber continued while the rest of the family suffered from sleepless nights. As sleep deprivation took its toll, the atmosphere in the house became increasingly tense. Your fathers short fuse ignited violent outbursts, leaving you helpless as you watch your family crumbled before your eyes. Initially, you played the role of peacemaker, but as time went on, resentment grew.
   As the weeks pass, younotices a shift in the house. Your family seems to be keeping their distance, observing your peaceful sleep and well-rested demeanor with suspicion. Slowly, they begin to direct their frustrations and animosity towards you.
  You learn to sleep with your door locked, especially after a harrowing night where you wake up to an alarming pressure against your neck, feeling your father's chubby, thick hands squeezing your throat. Determined to protect yourself, you start sleeping with your door locked and even go as far as barricading it, when your mother begins sleeping beside you, clutching a knife tightly between the two of you.   Your once close-knit family becomes a source of fear and suspicion, leading you to distance yourself and cut off communication. Preferring solitude, you opt to order food instead of joining them for dinner and secretly slip out of your window to go to work. You’re consumed by terror when it comes to your family, but you refuse to surrender to the sleepless nights you endured in the past.
 Even if it kills you, you think your family can suffer for a little longer. You’ve dealt with severe Insomnia since you were little, and you were still sane. As a sharp knock resonates through the door, your body tenses. You hear your sister's gentle, drowsy voice calling out, "Are you awake?" Though cautious, you respond with a soft hum, ensuring Jo-Lene can hear you. “I want to apologize. Mom and Dad have gone a bit crazy.” You cut Jo off with a scoff. “A bit? Dad tried to strangle me and Mom isn’t any better.”  Jo is silent for a moment before sniffling. “You're right, which is why I think you need to leave.” You blinked owlishly at the door, eyebrows furrowing. “What? What do you mean?” 
   “Mom and Dad have set up an account to transfer money to you.” A small envelope is slid underneath your door. “Find a motel to stay at until you think you’re ready for an apartment.” You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating your decision.  "Ok, then what.” Jo shrugs despite you not being able to see her. “We’ll see each other on Holidays?” She jokes softly but you don't laugh. 
   “For how long?” 
   “Until we can figure out this whole situation.” 
   You hum before getting out of bed and grabbing the envelope that has the credit card in it. “Okay. I’ll leave.” 
   You leave in the morning, without saying goodbye to your family and without looking back. You smile softly at the faint, dark outline of the entity next to you and sit on a bench in front of a bus stop. 
  “ Thank you.”
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ayana2570 · 2 days
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Protective Alex.
No one touches Henry on his watch
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runby2 · 1 month
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daddy bear
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kyrjnie · 1 year
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Protective prompts:
“Get behind me.”
“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”
“Close your eyes for me love.”
“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”
“It’s all going to okay, they would never hurt you again.”
“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”
“Listen to me.  . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”
“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”
“I’ll be back very soon, but don’t come out. Stay there hidden until I come back and try not to make a noise, hmm?” *forehead kisses being a must here*
“I’m so so sorry! I wish I would’ve never left you alone! If I knew this would happen, I would never leave you alone.”
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anticanonsposts · 1 month
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Protective Konig HCs?
hehe once again so sorry this took a minute
cw: nsfw under the cut-mdni, above the cut sfw
Simple gestures like having an arm over the shoulder of a chair or couch wherever you are 
If you’re out somewhere and someone raises their voice at you he usually stands up 
He matches his walking pace to yours even though he can walk significantly faster 
Always walks you up to doors when dropping you off anywhere 
Always opens doors for you, car doors, building doors, bedroom doors, etc 
He wants to shield you from everything bad in the world
He takes care of you when you’re sick
Or when you’re drunk 
Your goofy ass will be pawing at him, pulling him closer to you, rambling about how hot he is, how hot you are, how hot you two are together and he just smiles and nods back at you, slowly moving you about the apartment, pulling your clothes off, helping you take your makeup off, getting you in the shower then in your pjs 
He would hold umbrellas above you, squeezing you very close to him
If your feet hurt because of your heels or something he will carry you home 
If you trip/fall get any sort of bruise, cut, scrape, scratch he turns into a nurse and ‘dresses your wounds’
Nsfw
Bro you are drinking water during sex or he will stop 
Like normal dirty talk is like keep your eyes on me or i'll stop, nah this man will stop if you don't take water breaks
He’s also very conscious about his size, his body and his dick 
Will always make sure you are good and warmed up before he gets inside of you 
Bc one time you both were a little drunk (consent had been given by both parties prior) and you had insisted that you were ready but in the morning you woke up quite sore
And he felt, so bad
For like a week after, foreplay lasted twice as long as it normally does
He waited until you were dripping before putting himself inside of you 
Like i said he’s also very conscious of his body size on you 
If he is bracing himself against you, gripping you, leaning his weight on you or anything he always makes sure to check in 
Iiiiiiiii think that he wouldn’t be very happy about any bruising he may accidentally inflict on your body, he would have to make sure that you weren’t actually hurt and he would defo be more careful going forward
I also think the first few times you two have sex, he would be very focused on your body language, noises, facial expressions, and check in a lot
the first time he really got you going and you let out these choked moans that almost sounded like sobs he was very concerned but you were just having a really good time
Requests are still open!!
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imagine-darksiders · 4 months
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Enemy POV: You just hurt the feelings of Death's human and you have 3 seconds to either apologise, or run.
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WHUMPTOBER 2022 - ALT PROMPT 7 - PROTECTIVE
Did I draw Jack too big here? Probably. Do I care? Not really. Let him be a big terrifying woof woof who can dwarf his Dorm leader. As a treat. Leona has many thoughts going through his head, several he will absolutely bottle up and never talk about. But one of them is probably equivalent to D:< ASDFSDFSDFSDFASFSDFSDFSDFSDFSDF
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(Jack is being a good Freshman leave him alone) -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-
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l-michalska-writer · 11 months
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🗡️Protective prompts
Can I kill him now?
He deserves to die after what he did to you. And I’ll bring it to him.
He doesn’t even deserve to be breathing the same air you are.
I wanna know as soon as he does anything that makes you uncomfortable.
I’ll deal with him.
I'm not going anywhere.
I want you to go to me any time he does something that freaks you out.
She's my date. Fuck off.
Why was he talking to you?
Did he want something from you?
You won't go anywhere with him.
He touches you again and I won't guarantee you I won't kill him immediately.
He said what to you?!
You go near him ever again and I'll kill him.
Is he just a friend?!
I looked everywhere for you.
I'm yours, you're mine. I don't intend on ever changing that.
You're mine. There's no changing that.
She's mine. Get lost.
You're mine. But I'm yours too. You don't have to worry about me not being loyal. There's only one woman I could ever want in my bed and that's you.
Baby, am I your first?
I hate the thought of other men touching you before me.
Just say a word and I'll kill him.
Was it your first time?
One your word and I'll take you from here.
I love the fact that I was your first.
You'll stay with me. Where you're safe and near me.
You're worried about me sleeping with other women? I don't want anyone else but you. That means I won't sleep with anyone else but you.
I won't hear another word.
He won't hurt you again, I promise.
Whether you like it or not, you're safest with me.
I don't care what you think. I won't let you come back to that motherfucker.
Yeah, I killed him! He used to hit you! What did you expect me to do?! Leave him alone?
I won't let him come near you.
I won't let you saty here. Not when you're so close to him.
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musingmedia · 8 months
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Who is that guy? An old friend.
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lavenderrmidnightss · 3 months
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Safe and Sound - Billy the Kid
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Billy the Kid (tom blyth) x fem!reader 
Summary: While walking home one evening from the inn, a man comes across you and attempts to attack you. You are saved by Billy and he begins to grow very protective over you, right from the start.
Warnings: Attempted SA (not successful), cursing
Word Count: 1.9k
PART 2 IS HERE
The walk home felt like a near impossible task despite the reality of it being less than a mile walk. Working at the local inn was not lightwork as some may think. Taking care of others can be exhausting when you have so little to pour out of your cup. The sky’s hues were transitioning from its cerulean blue into shades of purples and pinks. Your eyes were trained on the varying colors that dared to come out as the day shifted into evening. The sunset resembled a masterpiece brushed on a canvas by a renowned artist. With each step, your eyes never failed to tear away from the beauty above you. Each step you took filled the air with echoes of crunching due to the diminutive pieces of gravel hidden in the dirt. Hard to see, but easy to feel through the sole of your shoe. Your commute home seemed to be working as a medium of decompressing until sudden movement out of your peripheral vision stole your attention. You caught a glimpse of a man stumbling towards you. Your instinct to move quickly kicked in, but you knew better. Acting afraid would only entice the man more. ‘Just keep your eyes forward. Just make it home,’ you thought to yourself. 
“Where’s a pretty lady like yourself headed?” a coarse voice entered the atmosphere, demanding your focus. You looked over my shoulder, looking at him. Just a couple inches above your own height, he held a gaze on you to imply his superiority. 
“And that’s your business, how?” you inquire, daring to stop in your tracks and face him. His complexion smeared with ash and hair slicked with sweat, your wonderings of who he was and why he was approaching you intensified. 
The man’s eyebrow’s furrowed, accentuating dense lines and creases in his forehead. He made his way up to you, closing you in. “Well ya sure do got a lot of nerve, don’t ya?” He diabolically chuckled. You began to internally squirm as he noticeably began to eye you.
 “Look at you. Exhausted. Looks like you’ve been on your feet for quite some time, haven’t ya?” He interrogated, allowing himself to continue looking you over. You could only imagine what he was envisioning as his eyes fixated on your chest.
 “Look like a hardworkin’ woman. I admire that. Ya know, everybody has to earn their keep in these parts..” his voice trailed off just as his body began waltzing closer to yours, entrapping you. Your back soon crashed against a raggedy, abandoned building you weren’t even aware you were passing. It’s astonishing how much your mind evaporates when your main focus is survival. You knew where this was leading. You’ve seen so many women be taken, raped. Even some of your own friends. Men don’t view women as a treasure, but rather an accessory designed to bring them pleasure. It had become an intrusive thought; when would it happen to you? Looks like reality finally caught up with your nightmares.
His calloused hand toyed with the hem of your dress before slipping under. The rough texture of his skin clashed with the silkiness of your own. You were frozen in fear. His face now hovered in front of yours. “Bet you could be a real good worker for me, couldn’t ya?” A condescending smirk decorated his face. 
Your stomach churned. “Get off of me. Right now.” The short demands came out urgently. Your hands moved to defend yourself, preparing to shove his stocky body off yours. However, you underestimated his strength and build. He grabbed your wrists and shoved your arms above your head, pinning them there. 
“Fiesty too? They say that manifests well in the bed,” his growl echoed in your ear, his face grazing yours. “Mm, you’ll fit right in. Just be good for me, would ya? Listen to what I say and do as you're told, and you’ll be treated well.”
“Fuck off,” you spat in his face, jabbing your knee up to jolt his gut. He stumbled back, releasing you. You took the opportunity to sprint away. The world moved in slow motion. Your feet couldn’t carry you fast enough. Time resumed when you felt two hands snatching your waist, slamming you to the ground. The husky body which entrapped you before immediately went for it again, but this time, pinning you into the dirt and gravel mixture where your feet once stood. The pain you once felt radiating from the sole of your shoe, walking on the road, now pierced deeply into your back. You squirmed, trying to loosen yourself from him. It was no use. 
“Gonna be a bitch? Then I’ll take you right here for free, show you what you’re missing,” he grumbled, beginning to unbuckle his pants. Continuously trying to make your way out, no amount of thrashing would free you. Looking around you, you tried to decide if screaming for help was even worth it. Who would hear you? You were alone with this man. Your eyes darted up to the sky only to find the pastel colors which once delicately danced above you had descended into darkness. 
“P-Please, no, I’ll go with you. I’ll listen. Just, please don’t. Not here, I-” you were a stuttering mess, hoping your pleads would be enough to convince him to get off you. You squeezed your eyes shut. If you didn’t see it, maybe it would be quick and over with? Maybe it would sting less? As soon as your eyes shut, the weight of his body completely lifted off of you. You thought you were dreaming it, that it wasn’t reality. However, the sound of a heavy thud crashing to the ground, along with groaning and pounding, you were assured you were safe. 
You open your eyes to find a significantly taller man had swept in. His messy, brunette ringlets dangled in front of his sculpted face as his feet consistently and harshly came in contact with the enemy’s stomach. You weren’t one for violence, but you admitted that seeing this mystery lifesaver relentlessly pounding into this bastard was a joy. You sat up, finding a pair of sapphire eyes lighting the darkness, striking you. 
“What’re you waiting for? Go, run,” he called out to you, before putting all his attention back on the attacker. You stumbled to your feet, backing up to guard your body behind a railing. However, your eyes stayed on the match. Really, just the one who swept in to save the day. You studied him closely. 
The stocky man who had attempted to pull at the one hovering over him. You were taken aback when in quick response, zero wait time, blue eyes drew out a gun, aiming it at him. “Try that again, and it’ll be the last damn thing you do,” he growled, cocking the gun. The man on the ground shrunk by tenfold. You watched as fear washed over him, the metal rim dangling in his face. Holy shit. 
“Get up,” blue eyes demanded him, watching as he slowly stood. The demand in his voice was filled with such hatred. The man who was once so confident now trembled in fear for his life, his hands going in the air. Blue eyes kept his aim on the man before him. “Get out of this town. Far away. Let me so far as see a glimpse of you around these parts, and you’re a dead man. Got it?” The trembling man nodded shakily and quickly, sprinting off without another word.
 Suddenly, the world got quiet. Finally. You emerged from your temporary hiding place just as the man who saved your life turned to face you. “Thank you,” you managed to get out. “I-I don’t know what I would’ve done, what would’ve happened if-” A drawn out, thick accent cut you off. 
“I’m sure of what would’ve happened, and it would’ve been awful. What’re you doin’ anyway, walking around here this time of evenin’ all by yourself?” He secured his gun into its holster as he made his way over to me. His demeanor was entirely different. He radiated protection, genuinity. Minutes prior, you were trying to escape a nightmare. Now, you were being drawn in by a stranger’s kind act and handsome features. You felt safe. How refreshing. 
“I was just heading home from the inn. What’s your name?” you asked, desperate to know the name of the one who guarded you. 
“Name’s Billy. And you?” Billy. His name etched into your mind, knowing it would now hold a priority in the forefront of your thoughts. You told him your name, to which he nodded. “How about I get you home?”
With that, Billy guided you on the path back home. The gravel didn’t seem so daunting against your soles now. Under the pitch black sky adorned with stars, you had Billy to protect you. The walk to your place wasn’t filled with much conversation, but when it was, you were fascinated by his thoughts and the sound of his voice. 
Once he had successfully guided you to your destination, you noted that his eyes scanned over the place almost as if he were attempting to memorize its design and build. Billy didn’t want to leave you. He couldn’t invite himself in, couldn’t insist you to leave with him. Not after what he had just saved you from. He knew if there was a shot in hell he was going to gain your trust, he had to demonstrate he was worthy of it. 
“He didn’t hurt you, right, darlin’?” Billy’s tone was now hushed, almost as if it solidified his authenticity. Billy’s eyes were a shade you had never seen before, but a shade you would quickly find filling your dreams. Your heart admittedly flipped at the sound of the pet name rolling off his tongue so effortlessly. 
“No, he didn’t. You got there just in time. Thank you, Billy. Again. Don’t know how I could ever return the favor for what you’ve done for me.” Billy’s smile lit up the night sky, melting you from head to toe. He shook his head, shrugging. 
“No greater pleasure than protecting ya. Now, get in and get some rest.” Billy watched you disappear into your house, the screen door creaking behind you. It felt wrong to leave you so abruptly. Never before had he felt a desire to stay up long hours of the night getting to know another before, but for you, he ached to. Billy couldn’t leave you. As you went in and laid down, wondering where Billy was headed off to and if you would ever even see him again, Billy sat down on the steps of your porch. Adjusting himself, his back aligned with the post. Leaning his head back, he pushed the strands of hair out of his face. He basked in the breeze of the night, listening to the harmony of varying late night insects. He also intently listened for any potential danger, looking to protect you at all costs. Maybe it was the innocence in your voice that enticed him. Maybe it was the way your hair flowed down, the way you were unafraid to fight that enthralled him. Regardless of how it happened, Billy had an instantaneous desire to keep you out of harm’s way, no matter what it cost. As you laid in bed, you thought of Billy. As he leaned against your porch that night, he knew he was doing his job. He was keeping you safe and sound.
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studyofwhump · 1 month
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Co-captives that are finally freed but A believes what B went through was so much worse than anything A endured. They want to be there for B, help them recover and care for them.
They can be the strong one for B, the steady presence that holds them together.
A is fine.
Really, they’re fine.
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frissy · 10 months
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Earth 42! Miles Morales x Earth 1610!/fem! spider!
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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)
ATSV SPOILERS
• protective Miles 42
• protective Miles 1610
• mentions of blood
•mentions of death
• (Kind of) aggressive Miles 42
• not proofread!
• first half follows the ending scene (script wise, i tried following as best as I could)
Miles slowly opened his eyes, he was restrained tied to a punching bag. He groaned as his head throbbed with pain, Uncle Aaron was in front of him. He was facing Miles as he pressed a button which lifted Miles high off the ground.
Uncle Aaron walked closer.
“You don’t understand. I’m not from here.”
He got closer.
“I-I’m from an entirely different universe .” Miles said, struggling against the punching bag.
Uncle Aaron got closer, lifting his arms up.
“W-wait wait wait— please. Please! I got sent here by mistake. I’m not supposed to be here.” He stuttered out, as Uncle Aaron slowly turned around the punching bag to the other wall. Revealing a wall of food rent weapons.
“Uncle Aaron!” Uncle Aaron kept silent. Starting to play music on a record player as he fixed some weapons on the table.
“Uncle Aaron.. Just hear me out.”
His uncle ignored him, Turing up the music. Miles sighed. “I was but by a spider that gave me powers… so was [name]… But it wasn’t supposed to bite me and her. It was supposed to bite someone else… someone.. from here. Me and [name] don’t belong here. We need to go home. I have to save my dad so he won’t die.”
Uncle Aaron continued to stay silent, but he was listening.
“I had an Uncle Aaron too. He’s a bad guy..”
Uncle Aaron put a claw-like gauntlet on his hand. It glowed purple.
“…called the prowler. He looked out for me. He did a lot of bad things, but.. I knew he wanted to be good. He just didn’t know he had a choice. But you do! You can be a good guy!”
He tried turning his head over to uncle Aaron, the punching bag spinning very slowly.
“A good guy?” Uncle Aaron questioned. His back still facing Miles.
“Please.” Miles sighed. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Trust me.”
he opened his eyes, looking at Aaron. “I know you don’t wanna be the prowler.” As he said that, uncle Aaron was lunging toward Miles, raising the prowler gauntlet at him. Instead of punching Miles, he punched the side of the punching bag. Which made Miles’s breath quicken as he swung back and forth.
Uncle Arron pulled Miles close to him.
“I’m not the prowler.”
Miles looked confused as he looked up, a figure was kneeling on a pole that went across the ceiling. The figure jumped down, and slowly walked toward Miles, Uncle Aaron tossed the prowler gauntlet, and the figure, the prowler, caught it. Sliding it onto his hand.
The prowler stopped right in front of Miles.
“your Dad’s still alive?” His voice was distorted.
“What?” Miles raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Your father. You said he’s still alive.”
“Yeah.. who are you?..”
The mask opened up. Revealing an identical copy of Miles. “I’m Miles Morales.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “But you.. You can call me the prowler.” He made his head upright, looking at Miles sternly.
“if I don’t get home.. our dad is going to die”
“your dad.”
Miles sighed. “Please. You have to let me and [name] go.” The prowler Miles got closer, lighting up his gauntlet. “Now why would I do that?” He made a fist with his gauntlet. Putting it right next to Miles’s head on the punching bag.
”Please”
The prowler Miles shook his head.
“do you know what it’s like to watch your father die on live televising along with the love of your life? Watching as a building crumbles and falls onto them?” His voice got louder.
“Do you know what it’s like.. finding their bodies under all that? Their blood on debris of the building?” He narrowed his eyes.
“it’s so mocking, for you to come here. With her. [name] a living [name].” He took his hand off the punching bag. “And to top it all off, you still have your dad, and your streets aren’t covered with crime.”
Suddenly you came through the bedroom door, you had figured out a way to untie yourself.
“[name]! You’re okay.” Miles looked over, smiling at you, which made the prowler version of himself grow more hatred for his copy from another universe.
How dare he have her. It’s not fair. He thought.
“Miles!” You used your web shooters let him out of his restraints. And he ran over to you, picking you up and hugging you before setting you back down.
Just then, the prowler version of Miles yanked you. Holding you while hyperventilating, he looked at your Miles wide-eyed.
“No. You’re not going to take her. Not when I just got her back.” He held onto you tighter.
“No! You don’t understand. If she stays… If she replaced your [name]… your whole universe would vanish! You’d all die.” Miles tried pleading.
“I don’t care.”
“you should!”
“why!?”
“wouldn’t your [name] want you to be happy? This is only hurting yourself.”
“you just don’t get it. I loved my [name]. She was everything to me. And she died.”
you tried prying yourself out of his arms, but his grip was too strong. You reached out for your Miles, but before he could take your hand, the prowler put his mask back on.
“you’re not leaving me again, [name].” He said, carrying you has he made his way out of the apartment complex, shouting for your smiles as you left.
Your Miles stood there, shaking. Not with fear, but with anger.
Now, Miles had two people to save. And you were the one his heart wanted to save first. .
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TO BE CONTINUED….
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HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.
a selection of some of my favorite underrepresented lines and phrases for one of my favorite tropes! feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.    
TO THE THREAT.
“let them go.” / “let me go.”
“take me.” / “take me instead.”
“don’t hurt them.” / “i’ll do anything you say.”
“what do you want with me?”
“where are you taking them?”
“what did you do to them?”
“where is receiver?”
“give them back.”
“get away from them!”
“get off them!”
TO THE HURT.
“can you hear me?”
“wake up… please, wake up.”
“are you with me?”
“stay awake.” / “you have to stay awake.” / “please, stay awake… please…” / “promise me you’ll stay awake.” 
“don’t close your eyes.” / “open your eyes for me, name.”
“there you are.”
“just a little longer, okay?”
“i know it hurts, i’m sorry, it’ll be over soon.”
“shhh, it’s alright.”
“i need you.” / “i still need you.” / “i need you to be okay.”
“do you remember what happened?”
“name?! name! what happened?!”
“what did they do to you?” 
“if they lay a finger on him/her/them/you…” 
“if they touch a hair on his/her/their/your head…” 
“those bastards.” / “if i ever get my hands on them…” 
“i’m gonna get you out of here.”
“let’s get you out of here.” / “let’s get you out of this.” 
“we gotta get out of here.” / “it’s alright, name. we’re taking you home.”
“can you stand?” / “can you walk?” 
“i won’t let anything happen to you.”
“you’re safe.”
“it’s gonna be okay.” / “you’re gonna be okay, just hold on.” 
“you’re hurt.” / “did they hurt you?”
“i’ve got you.” 
“lean on me.”
“stay with me.”
“i can’t lose you.” / “i’m not losing you.”
“oh, name…” / “oh, kid…”
“receiver? receiver, it’s me. it’s sender.”
“i’m here.” / “i’m here. i promise.”
TO THE RESCUER.
"...where am i...?"
“what happened…?”
“i’m with you.”
“it hurts.” / “make it stop.”
“you came for me…” / “you came back…”
“you found me…”
“where were you…?”
“i’m sorry…”
“i was so scared.”
“i thought you’d never find me…”
“what are you doing here?”
“just go. you can still make it. don’t worry about me.”
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Hihi,, another silly Drayton request,,,
Drayton x Reader who owns protective pokémon (mb a Silvally as their ace or main pkmn?)
You all never fail to impress me with these adorable ideas you all come up with! I'm so down for this one!!! I do hope you don't mind the fact I changed the Pokémon to be a Hisuin Arcanine. I am not the biggest Silvally or Type: Null fan (kinda dislike them lmao) Plus big fluffy doggy 💜💜
Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!
After a Pokémon somehow broke into the Academy and shut the power of to Drayton's dorm room. The pair of you bump into one another in the hall where your Arcanine is the least bit pleased about his sudden arrival.
SPOILER WARNING AHEAD (Indigo Disk)
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(I got an alpha Arcanine stuck though it was perfect for this)
Inside and out | Drayton x Reader
It was all over the school blog ‘Mass power outage on the second floor dormitories! No update yet on when power will be back! Will keep posted and up to date! On other news… Kieran finally to be dethroned?’ How in Arceus did a massive power outage occur? It rang in the back of your mind throughout the afternoon, curiosity tackling you at every possible moment whenever you would be wandering the halls. Unfortunately, when you finally caved in to your kitten instincts, the hallway was taped off. That wasn’t normal, it's just a power outage right?
“No this can’t be right…?” You question looking down at your phone then up to the stairs again.
“You can say that again!” A familiar voice chimed from behind you, before you even had a chance to turn around, you felt a head on your shoulder and arms wrapping around your waist, one of your pokeballs slightly rocking inside your pocket. “Quite the predicament wouldn’t you say?”
“Hello Drayton.” Chuckling you slightly turn your head towards your new companion, his hair slightly brushing against your cheek. He simply humed in response, looking up towards the tapped off stairs when you caught his attention again. “Any idea what caused this? Strage for the stairs to be blocked when it's just a power outage…”
“Well that, my Starlight, is because it's not just a power outage! Somehow a wild pokemon managed to get into the school without literally anyone seeing it, and torched up the breaker connected to the second floor, fried the whole thing, so even a simple light switch could spark it up. I only know this because Carmine dragged me out of bed… literally. I was having a very nice dream too, until I got carpet burns and bruises from her grip. Girls got a grip, I'll say that much.” Drayton chimed, getting a little off topic as he spoke.
“As long as everyones alright… Though, where are you guys all sleeping?” The thought suddenly popped in your head. It's blocked off and most likely can’t be fixed for quite some time. Plus with the fire hazards and the pokemon most likely still roaming in someone's dorm room now, it's definitely not safe in the slightest. “Are they going to put bed rolls down in the cafeteria?”
He shrugs finally letting you go to stretch out his arms before resting them behind his head as he starts to walk down the hall, “Yeah pretty much. I may need my beauty rest, but there's no way I'm sleeping on the floor with everyone else on that floor like a bunch of rattata.”
“You of all people don’t need beauty rest Drayton.” You teased now walking by his side, the pokeball in your pocket shaking more than before.
“You are such a sweetheart you know?” Drayton chimed, a bright smile crossing his face as he put his arm around your shoulder. But before he could do anything else the pokeball of yours finally sprung into action all on its own and out pops you Hisuin Arcanine. Expression unphased, you stare at your pokemon completely unamused, Drayton on the other hand has been pushed away from you with his hands in the air and surrendered. “Ah if it isn’t my arch nemesis, wonderful to see you again Arcanine!”
A low pitched growl followed his comment as the Arcanine backed up towards you expecting pets for his deed. Gently stroking its back you sigh disapprovingly, “Arcanine, how many times do we have to go through this, you both have to share my attention.”
“I’m not gonna hog them all the time you know! As much as I really want to…” Mumbling the last part, Drayton made an attempt to approach the Arcanine only to be met by the Pokemon’s glare. Seems his mumbling didn’t go unheard. “Think i just upset it…?”
“You upset Arcanine just by breathing near me, love.” You laugh scratching the underside of Arcnin’s chin as a temporary distraction.
“True true…” Drayton nodded, placing his hands in his pockets as a light smirk crossed his face. “Though try as it may, your Arcanine can never keep me from seeing my treasure.”
The bright red blush that crossed your face immediately made Drayton laugh out loud, he adored getting reactions like this out of you. Especially if Arcanine happened to be out of his ball, as it drove the pokemon nuts. Since day one, Drayton and your Arcanine never got along, no matter how hard he tried to get on Arcanine’s good side, it just fell upon deaf ears. After all Arcanine is the most loyal pokemon a trainer can have, and Drayton is basically the exact same. You are Arcanine’s trainer, and Drayton’s beloved treasure. So the pair will never stop fighting for your full attention! Even if you tell them otherwise.
“Arcanine, leave him be, you know nothing you do will stop me from spending time with him.” You respond, the Arcanine’s unamused huff followed. 
Drayton’s next mistake came the moment he let his winners smile show on his face, thinking teh Arcanine had given into you. The moment he moved, Drayton found himself watching you get pushed down the fall by the Arcanine’s nose before he even got close enough to touch you. You’d accepted this finding it too funny not to allow, Drayton however took a moment to actually process what was happening, eventually having to run after you two before he'd actually have to use his brain and find you. “HEY HEY! YOU CAN’T JUST STEAL THEM! THAT WASN’T PART OF OUR DEAL YOU FLUFFY HORDER!”
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