#Then they took the little dude back home and scared the fuck out of Sun with it

[cupophrogs]

Little Guys!

@8um8le The sillies went shopping and made a friend!

I made this in Adobe Illustrator, so it's a little wonky and not as detailed as I wanted to make it, but fuck it took three days it's fine LMAO

[sarahmysweetie]

You called

Rafe Cameron x reader

Requested by @rafecgf : heey, can you do one with "you came" "you called" pls i need it 😭

Hii thank you so much for the request i love this prompt! Sorry that it took me long to write this but i hope you like this<3

Summary: You get in trouble and call Rafe for help. Luckily your boyfriend is always ready to drop everything for you.

Warnings: swearing, violence

Rocks crunch under my shoes as i walk along the sidewalk. I was just hanging out with my friends at the beach and now I'm walking back home. It's getting late and i check my phone. Rafe is still at that business meeting. My boyfriend and Ward invited some "future partner of Cameron Development" to Tanneyhill. I don't really know what's going on but Rafe told me that it's "an important partnership" and "the next step". He seemed excited so i think it's an important meeting. That's why i haven't texted or disturbed him tonight.

My bikinitop is still a bit wet, but the sun has dried it a little. I put on mini denimshorts before i left the beach and threw on an light button-down. I left the buttons undone, because it's a really warm evening even though the sun is already setting. Two shirtless dudes walk towards me, but before they pass me i see their eyes glance over my body.

"Slut", the brunette guy says to the blond one. They laugh and i spin around.

"Excuse me?" i ask. They turn around smirking.

"Oh i just meant that you're dressed like a fucking hooker", the brunet says. I've seen them at the golf club but i don't know their names. They're not even wearing a shirt and they're accusing me of walking around wearing a bikinitop? I'm too stunned to say anything at first.

"And you're a fucking dick", i say. I turn around again, trying to walk away but suddenly i feel a hand grab my wrist. Panic shoots through me immediately.

"Shut the fuck up. Walking around looking like that you're basically asking for it", the blond says. He is squeezing my wrist tight as i try to loosen his grip. No chance.

"Let go of me", i shout. The blond guy grabs my other wrist too, holding me tighter. The brunet glances over his shoulders quickly and then covers my mouth with his hand.

"Shh shh", he shushes me and i feel tears forming in my eyes. I want to travel back in time and just keep walking when he said that nasty thing about me.

"Okay okay i'm sorry", i say desperately, my voice muffled by his hand.

"You know what we do to bitches who run their mouth at us?" the guy who's covering my mouth says threateningly. His face inches closer to mine as i try to lean away from him.

"M-my boyfriend is on his way here", i cry. That's not true but i'm trying to scare these guys away. The brunet looks at the blonde one. Trying to figure out what to do with me. Please just let me go.

Next thing i do is a fatal mistake. I yank my body, trying to get my wrists free. I manage to escape from the blond one's grip and try to run away. The guys yell and grab my arm. I feel nails digging into my skin. I turn around and see the blond boy holding me tight.

"Just please leave me alone and i won't tell anyone", i cry and plead. I close my eyes shut. I hate that they're touching me, i hate that i'm not home right now, i hate that i ever said anything to them. Suddenly i feel the guys jumping away from me. I open my eyes and see an old man on the other side of the road, looking at us from his frontdoor.

"Fuck, we gotta go", the brunet says and they start running. I look at the man with tears streaming down my cheeks. He looks at me but then goes back inside, closing the door. I don't waste time. I start running as fast as i can, trying to get as far away from those guys as possible. After a while i can't breathe anymore. My chest hurts and i double over, trying to get some air into my lungs. I turn to look behind me. No sign of the guys. I'm nowhere near my house, i ran into the opposite direction. I pull my phone out of my pocket with shaky hands. Rafe's meeting still hasn't ended. I press my eyes shut and close my phone, tears rolling down my cheeks. I don't want to disturb Rafe's meeting, i know how important it is. I take in a shaky breath. I need him, i need to get home, i need to feel safe. I open my phone again and call Rafe with trembling hands.

Rafe's pov:

"I want to thank you again for inviting me to your home", our new business partner says.

"Thank you for wanting to cooperate with Cameron Development", Ward smiles and stands up from his seat for a moment to shake his hand.

"Should we discuss our next project now?" i ask and spread a few papers on the table. Before anyone can answer, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket.

"I'm sorry", i say and grab my phone to silence it. Y/n is calling. I know she knows that i'm having a meeting so she wouldn't call me just for fun. Is she okay?

"I'm so sorry i have to take this", i stand up. I can see my dad looking at me like i'm crazy but i walk to the living room. I answer the call and press the phone to my ear.

"Hi honey are you okay?" i ask. First i don't hear anything on the line, but then i hear her shaky breath.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting Rafe, b-but something happened."

"No don't worry, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" my heartbeat rises. I'm starting to get worried.

"These guys they just- i know it was my fault i shouldn't have said anything- a-and now i'm far away from home and i'm so scared", i can hear her crying.

"Share your location and i'll be right there honey don't worry", i tell her.

"Okay Rafe", she sniffs and the call ends. After a second, she sends me her live location. I grab my car keys and rush back to the dining room.

"I'm so sorry but i have to go now, it's an emergency", i explain.

"But Rafe-", dad doesn't get to finish his sentence when i rush out.

Y/n's pov:

I'm sitting on the edge of the sidewalk when i finally hear a car coming. I lift my head up and see Rafe's car stopping almost right in front of me. Rafe jumps off the car, wearing nice clothes, rushing to me. A wave of relief washes over me when i see his face.

"You came", i say in between sobs and look at him as he kneels down and wraps his arms around me.

"You called", he whispers and hugs me tightly. I cling on to him like he's my anchor, my face glistening with tears. Rafe lifts me up back to my feet, still holding my body close to his. When he lets go of me, he eyes me up and down, searching for any kind of injury.

"Are you hurt?", he asks. I can hear the worry in his voice.

"My arm hurts but i'm fine", i say quietly and he grabs my arm. For a second it reminds me of the guys, grabbing my arm and wrists. But Rafe's touch feels different, it feels familiar. He touches me like he always has; gently and softly. He inspects my arm, stroking the nail marks. His face is filled with sadness and worry.

"Who did this to you?"

We get in the car and Rafe starts it. I put on my seatbelt and untangle my hair with my fingers.

"There is a hairbrush in the glove compartment", Rafe tells me. I open it and grab the hairbrush. Rafe always has everything i need in his car and in his room. That's one thing i love about him; he always thinks about me and buys these things for his car in case i need them.

"What happened?" he asks as we start moving. I sigh.

"These guys walked past me and called me a slut for wearing a bikinitop."

"What? Do you know them?" Rafe frowns.

"No! I mean i've seen them at the golfclub but i don't know their names and i'm pretty sure they don't know me either. But anyways, then i said excuse me and they got mad. They grabbed me and yelled at me and i tried to escape but they got me again and i begged for them to let me go and then finally some old man opened his door and the guys got scared and ran away", i ramble. I feel tears forming in my eyes again.

"A-and i know that i shouldn't have said anything to them i was so dumb i should've just kept walking", i look down as my voice gets quieter with every word, tears falling down my cheeks. Rafe puts his hand on my thigh, stroking it with his thumb.

"Honey i'm so sorry that you had to go through that but it was absolutely not your fault, you gotta understand that okay?" his voice is gentle but strict.

"They had no right to say that thing about you in the first place, and they had no right to hurt and scare you", Rafe keeps talking. I nod.

"I'm sorry for ruining your meeting", i turn my face to look at him.

"You ruined nothing", he gives me a smile.

"You wanna stay with me tonight?" he asks.

"Of course i do", i say quietly, finally breaking into a small smile.

I'm laying on Rafe's bed, wearing comfortable clothes.

"Thank you for coming to get me", i say.

"Of course i did", he says as he looks for the tv remote. He finds it and throws it on the bed. I stand up and walk to him. I put my hand on the back of his neck, lowering his head so i can press my lips to his. He kisses me back, holding my cheek. His other hand is on my back. When i break the kiss, he smiles down at me.

"Okay", Rafe says and pecks my forehead.

"You go lie down and i'll get us some ice cream from downstairs." I sit back on the bed and grab the remote and start to browse for a film to watch.

"You know i love you very much", he says before he leaves. I turn my face from the tv screen and look at his face.

"I know sweetie. I love you too", i smile. He smiles back at me.

"Okay mint chocolate chip or cookie dough?"

"Always cookie dough."

"I'll be right back, you pick a movie", he smiles and leaves. I hear bowls clinking downstairs and i smile. I get comfortable on the bed and pick a funny comedy, feeling safe and at home.

[weird-an]

It had been Steve's idea. 31 hours on the road. Billy had been driving like a maniac. Only three stops at ratty motels. Now they are there.

Billy has been so cold since the Mind Flayer. Now he feels warmer, the sinking sun still stroking his skin, chasing away the iciness the shadow left behind.

He's here. He's home. Toes in the sand and listening to the waves, Steve leaning against him.

"You wanna go for some pizza?" Steve plays with a strand of Billy's hair, scratching his head and tugging it a little.

Billy hums. He feels so... calm. He doesn't want to go back. He knows he has to, because Neil needs him around for a while and he can't afford to stay away longer than a week. But this week? A week in San Diego, fucking paradise.

They sit down at a corner table, Billy is stretching his limbs and jawns.

Steve snorts. "You're like a cat sometimes."

"'m not," Billy says, staring at the little menu in front of him.

"You are. You sit on furniture, your hair is everywhere, you purr.."

"I'm not a cat." Billy hits him with the menu. Not hard.

Steve snickers. "Totally."

A voice from a past he can't forget suddenly starts to speak. "Welcome! We make everything fresh here at Surfer Boy, except for our pineapple, which comes from a can, but I still recommend slapping some juicy- Billy?"

Billy looks up. Argyle stares back at him. The same Argyle he kept running around with years ago, before Neil felt social services and too many debtors breathing down his neck and brought Billy to the dump that calls itself Hawkins. To the monster that took everything from Billy - his body, his mind - and nearly his life.

"Argyle?" Billy clutches the menu in his hand and suddenly there are strong warm arms around him, dragging him up and he's hugged so hard he can't breathe, getting lift up a little - because Argyle had always been taller and used it to his advantage.

Argyle lets go and grins at him. "I didn't know you were back."

"It's.. just a trip." Billy rubs the scar on his chest. He regrets wearing only a crop top. Argyle has to notice the scars on his body.

"It was my idea. After Billy's... accident." Steve stands up.

"I'm Steve." He says with a big plastic smile on his lips and oh fuck. He's fucking jealous. Billy never thought that Steve would be jealous. Something inside Billy purrs at that.

Argyle looks back and forth between Steve and Billy. He stretches his hand out for Steve to shake.

"Nice to meet ya, dude." Argyle gives Billy a goofy grin. "I'll get you guys the finest pizza in California!“

Steve watches him leave to get their order. "His hair is pretty."

Billy presses his knee against Steve's. "I know. But you're my…" He swallows against the panic in his stomach. He can't say it. He's always so scared that someone hears.

Steve puts his hand on Billy's knees, gently squeezing it.

"You're mine, too," he says. Billy feels lighter.

Argyle brings them their pizzas and a giant cake in the colors of a rainbow.

"Confetti cake is on the house," he explains. "Not every time you meet a friend that got lost."

Steve stares at him again. But this time more fascinated than jealous. "What are you doing after work?"

Billy blinks in surprise.

Argyle laughs and points at the joint behind his ear. "Sharing a smoke with an old friend and a new one?"

Billy feels so warm like he has never been cold before.

@harringroveweek

[memory-and-sky]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIII MATT HOW YA DOING SWEETHEART?

I saw that you wanted requests and decided to jump in on that 💗

How about Hobie x reader where they are on patrol and reader just drops the most philosophical sentence just out of the blue and Hobie is like

Wtf how are you the most interesting and smart person ever?

Would that be nice? If not feel free to ignore dude

(PS: drink water and take care of yourself 💗 love ya)

this is such an awesome request, thank you for this! i took a few creative liberties, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :3 !!

word count: ~700

containing: swearing, mentions of death/dying (nothing too in-depth), not quite dating but a little more than friends, hobie x gn!reader, just talking about stuff on a roof together

the rest of the fic is under the cut!

philosophical shit. hobie x gn!reader

(aka what i think about past 9pm)

You and your work partner, Hobie, had just gotten done containing another malicious anomaly in some random universe.

The sun was just beginning to set, though, and you thought you'd stay until it fully settled, until the stars came out. Then you’d clock out and go home.

It was a gorgeous, clear evening. You felt the cool wind blow through your hair as you sat on the top of a decently tall building, glad to be mostly done with your work for the day.

Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar voice from behind you. "Mind if I join ya, mate?"

It was Hobie, of course.

"Sure. Thought you were heading back now, though.." You craned your neck, and leaned back to look at Hobie as he walked over to sit next to you.

"Soundin' like ya don' wan' me around, love." He chuckled to himself, sitting down cross-legged, and gazing out into the colourful sky with you.

It was beautiful. Your universe was never really this pretty.

"Wasn't half bad back there, eh?"

"You or me? I think I did most of the work there." You offered a small smile.

Hobie laughed. "Fuck off, ya wanker. Seemed equal 'cause I had to save your sorry arse. Shoulda given me so much as a plain 'thanks, 'obie' 'n I'd be chuffed."

You sighed, looking down as you fidgeted with your hands. Looking back up at the changing sky, you couldn't help but think of what could've happened, had Hobie not been there to save you.

I mean, you could've probably handled it, but what if you didn't?

"You know, I always have felt sort of unhappy with myself. My life, and whatever. Whenever something like that happens, it always scares the shit out of me and makes me think about dying a lot more vividly and realistically."

You shift to lay down on your back, arms supporting your head. "Fuck, for all I know that could be my canon event... dying. It really fuckin' puts stuff into perspective. The whole canon events thing, I mean. How am I supposed to live life freely, and even just normally, when I know there's a goddamn model that a computer came up with that already dictates my entire life, birth to death? How am I important at all?"

Hobie stared at you, eyes a little wide, a little slack-jawed at your intelligent, observant remarks.

"Christ, ya good, mate?" He chuckled, regaining his usual smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered onto his stupidly attractive face. "Gettin' a bit serious there, yeah? Thought I lost ya for a sec. But, love, I do see what ya mean. 'S quite hard to feel like 'ur in control when 'ur entire bloody life seems planned out. Y'know, canon ain't always right, though. I didn't go through tha' whole stereotypical 'officer savin' a li'l kid' event, so 's able to be changed somewhat."

He shrugged, messing with a loose thread on his pants absentmindedly.

You nodded, resting your hands on your stomach. "Yeah… I know. I just feel like I'm stuck in a cage and I can't do anything about it until I'm dead."

"Mm, don' we all, love.." Hobie shifted over to grin down at you. He seriously tried to play it cool, but he was freaking out, and totally all nerves on the inside. You sounded so smart and educated, this whole interaction totally came out of left field.

Which was more than welcome, fuck, Hobie would be the first to admit that he loved discussing things like this with you. You were so confident in your words, and more importantly, how you said them, and it made you even more beautiful in his eyes. If that was even possible.

He adored every part of you.

Your dorky smile, all your imperfections… Hobie loved that you didn’t hide them and didn’t let people tell you shit, and just your whole personality... it'd take him forever and a day to list everything that he loved about you.

Especially now, you looked artistically beautiful. Like a painting, with all the warm colours swirling around you, illuminating your skin and basking you in the fleeting sunlight.

"Oh, Hobie,"

"Hm?" He snapped out of scanning every aspect and detail of you for a moment.

You leaned into him after sitting straight up, closer and closer, and then pecked his cheek. "Thanks."

All Hobie's blood rushed up straight to his cheeks, and he offered nothing but a blank stare, an awkward laugh, and a light touch to where you kissed.

"Y-yeah, mate... f'course,"

[hollowhearts-and-espresso]

just little solangelo thoughts

im just chilling going through the solangelo tag so heres some lil thoughts that have been provoked from such activities

-parallel between percy and annabeth standing/sitting back to back in tartarus when they finally can rest bc they have each others backs to nico and will in tsats fighting back to back bc they've both been stabbed in the back enough already

-nico is a literal fucking sewer rat kind of (in the most loving way ofc) but also hes not he literally glows with alt and gothic beauty and has a beautiful accent and an amazing smile and smooth, milky skin and will (who is kind of a beautifully groomed golden retriever) is actually a fucking dumpster dog who jumped out at him when nico was hiding in the alley and hasnt left his side since

-will watched nico let an anemic fucking loser launch himself into the atmosphere and immediately and immensely fell in love and nico took one look at the hand that still has amniotic sac fluid on it holding his and thought 'holy shit i wanna kiss him'

-apollo literally saying 'i dont care if my son has a boyfriend. i've had a lot. and compared to some of mine, holy SHIT could will be doing worse' and i think thats great

-nico and will are not achilles and patroclus they are apollo and hycanth and apollo literally mentioned the similarities he saw in the relationships and im POSITIVE hades sees it too and is so so scared for his son because he saw what losing someone he loved that much did to apollo

-even tho they're not quite achilles and patroclus their love and wrath for the otehrs death would still be enough to shake the gods and im fully convinced zues sat hades down one day and was like 'listen dude you gotta protect the little blonde kid. i dont wanna go through that again' and hades was like 'lol pussy. gotchu tho'

-william andrew solace who is the LITERAL son of sunshine and has magic glow powers and is the best medic the camp has had in years would and probably has poke an infected creature of unidentified species and decide that it’s probably maybe not poisonous and bring it to his bf because why not

-also he definitely has/will have full sleeves of tattoos on both arms and a bunch on his legs and back and they will have absolutely no specific meaning or reason or order (other than the star on his shoulderblade for his first and only love and the sun on his chest for himself)

-nico would get a lot of tattoos but they’d all mean something to him (things bianca used to like, the groups initials, etc)

-william andrew solace was born and raised in fuckin texas with his single rocker mama (who was ALSO born and raised in texas) and is an overworked med student and has gone through all that shit he’s been through by 15. that bitch is a fucking DICK. he will cut you for touching his stuff and if you’re a dick he will absolutely NOT treat you (‘i havent sworn under oath yet as a doctor, chiron’) and he has absolutely pulled a gun on someone back home for the dumbest shit

-nico is a fucking softie don’t lie. he spends one third of his time crying, the other third waxing poetic about his boyfriend will doing normal day shit, and the last third convincing his dickhead sunshine boyfriend to treat the guy with poison ivy because ‘he called me weird, will, that’s not even that insulting’

-kayla and austin have definitely thrown them in the lake. multiple times. it’s a past time at this point. leo has helped on a few occasions and lester did once only to be fucking decked by his son in law for messing up the snack he made for will while will lost his shit laughing in the back

[slasher-lovers-blog]

The grabber x reader

~Hidden Heart ~

Warning: violence, kidnapping, angst, fluff (?), blood, knife, cursing, abusive dad

Characters: Max, Albert Shawn aka the grabber, the reader.

•••

You were getting ready go get home, working in the grocery store was hard as it was summer and 30°. Your body felt like it was in a oven as you panted, taking your bag. You said goodbye to your coworkers and went outside; the sun welcoming you outside as no clouds were in the sky. As you walked your normal route to your house, you regretted the parasol that your mother offered. You were 20 and still lived at home, unable to pay for your own house. You had taken this job to earn enough, to move out and have a great life but nothing could prepare what happened later.

Headphones on as you trotted in a calm pace to home, to distracted to notice a black van following you. Everywhere was posters hanging of missing kids. No one knew who this person was or why he did it. Everyone feared to be the next. You sighed as you saw your familiar house, the old oak tree hanging over as leaves were green, the swings standing under it. Your dad builded it when you were 7, it was your birthday present. But now you barely used it as work was more important and going out. It would be weird to swing as a 20 year old, right?

She opened the small gate and closed it behind her as she took her headphones off, putting the MPlayer off. "Y/n!!" Her little sister screamed as she towards her big sister as she entered. "Hey kid" she grinned. Her sister giggled and hugged y/n's legs. "How was school?" Y/n asked. "Great!" The younger yelled before running back to the tv to watch her favorite show. Y/n sighed and headed to the kitchen, dropping her bag on a chair. Mother wasn't at home as dad was working late. 'I'm grocery shopping' was written on a yellow paper. She sighed as she spilled herself some orange juice before heading to her room.

9:00 pm.

Your father came home, in a bad mood. He started to argue about any small thing your mother did, trying to make a fight. Your mother looked tired and tried to ignore him. Your dad slapped her across the face. Y/n and her little sister sat at in her room, listening with scared eyes. Y/n tried to comfort her little sister; distracting her by playing with her dollhouse. It worked untill she went to bed. Y/n headed to her bedroom before hearing her father storm upstairs. "What the fuck you think you going?!" He barked at her. She flinched and sighed. It was no use arguing back.

The next morning, Y/N headed to work earlier than usual, not wanting to hear the whole scene of her father. He always act like he regretted it but he would always do it again. As she headed through the street, a van followed her untill it stopped infront of her. She stopped, wondering why this dude parked awfully. She noticed a man get out, dressed odd. The man wore a hat in the summer, wearing sunglasses and black clothes. His face was painted white or was it makeup? She couldn't tell. "Hello dear, sorry of my awfully parking but I'm in quite a hurry" the man spoke with a kind smile. Y/n blinked before nodding. "Where do you need to be?" She asked. The man chuckled as he told her the place. She explained it as best she could, obviously suspicious of this stranger. Y/n never noticed him before or seen him.

He must have noticed the questionable look on her face as he laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm part magician and this kinda is my outfit for the show, understand?" He explained. Y/N nodded and smiled, reliefed. 'He wasn't the grabber' she thought, oh how wrong she was. Y/N noticed the black balloons in the back of the van. "Oh, are those black balloons? I never seen those before" she said curious. His eyes fell on the balloons and smiled. "Yeah, wanna take a closer look?" He asked her.

First part of the new series!! Hope you like it so far. I just wanted to give the reader a small backstory 😊

[murswrites]

Patrols 2 ⎯ Joel Miller One-Shot

Pairings: Joel Miller x Nonbinary!Reader Fandom: The Last of Us MASTERLIST Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Cursing, gore, guns SUMMARY: You and Joel go to check out the Ski Lodge and find some "squatters".

A/N I love writing banter so fucking much! This part is a bit of a filler chapter but it's gonna set things up for the next few

You requested to have Joel Miller as your patrol partner every day after that day in the pines. He didn’t push you to explain why you reacted that way and you greatly appreciated it. Joel was chill–much unlike Jesse.

“Come on Y/N, you gotta stop telling everyone I’m annoying.”

Think of the devil and he shall appear. “Jesse, lying is immoral.” You tightened the straps on Ochre’s saddle and gave him a teasing smile.

Jesse feigned pain, “You wound me, dude,”

“Good.” He narrowed his eyes at you and it made you chuckle. “Hey, Miller.”

“What squirrel crawled up your ass this mornin’, Joel?”

Joel shot Jesse a glare which shut the younger man right up. You enjoyed watching Jesse suffer. It was a little sadistic of you but Jesse was annoying as shit. He was a good kid… but your patience was running thin with him.

You climbed onto Ochre’s back, “We’re going out to the Ski Lodge today, how fun is that?”

Jesse scratched Ochre’s neck, “Sounds so fun! Especially since you’re going with Captain Smiles himself.”

“Boy, if you don’t get to doing whatever the hell you’re assigned to do today…” Joel’s threat trails off as Jesse rolls his eyes at you.

It was astounding how he could keep going without being worried about Joel. You found it very entertaining when Jesse was giving other people shit. “See ya later, Y/N.” He doesn’t even bother saying bye to Joel which makes you snort.

“You know he likes you,” You joke, and Joel shakes his head before leading the way.

—

The ride is peaceful and quiet, the sun rises above the trees casting beautiful light rays onto the worn path. You liked when the mornings were nice and slow. You took a lot of deep breaths of the fresh forest air and sighed softly each time. Nature was something to behold. You missed your old polaroid camera from before the outbreak.

You still had a lot of the photos you took–it was one of the few things you recovered from your childhood home. Your senior trip was that September in 2013 and you had a tendency to overpack–so much film and your entire film photo album were shoved into your carry-on bag. Mom said it was too much but you were thankful that you ignored her pleas to pack lighter.

If you had listened… you wouldn’t have anything tangible to look back on and remember your family. Even if things weren’t always the best–you loved them all. Even your annoying older brothers and overbearing father.

“We’re here,” Just down the hill was the lodge, “Someone said they saw lights going off in here two nights ago.”

“Then how come we’re just now checking it out?”

Joel shrugged, “Suppose nobody else wanted to do it. I know I didn’t.”

“Understandable, the ride is a bit long.” You guys tie the horses to a post and begin making your way down toward the lodge. “If we don’t find anything do we have any other patrols to make besides the usual?”

“Since we’re already out here I’d like to check out the cabins about a mile north, then make a big loop back. We’d be back around dark.”

“Alright, let’s get to it then, Texas.”

The lodge is eerily quiet–normally that would be good but you were expecting some kind of jump scare. You poke your head into the rooms and do quick sweeps, Joel does the same downstairs. There’s that same skeleton sitting on the balcony only now it has a piece of a mirror in its boney hand. You grab the broken piece of mirror and make your way toward Joel.

Voices startle you into a crouch as you look down the stairs carefully.

“I saw someone walk in here, I’m not fucking stupid!”

The other person scoffed, “Yea, sure you did, May. I don’t see anybody.”

“Maybe if you shut the hell up and look for them we’d find them,” May says, stomping away from the second voice.

You slowly walked into one of the vacant rooms and lightly pushed the door shut and moved toward the window. Upon peeking outside you noticed the horses were still secured on the hill. That was one good thing–until you made eye contact with Joel who was sneaking up on one of the people. He choked them out quickly and dragged them behind a bush.

This should be fun.

You sighed, readying yourself for a fight. Someone was walking up the stairs and you reached for the empty pillowcase on the floor, no reason to spill blood with these random people. They pushed the door open as you stood behind it–when they stepped inside you pulled the pillowcase over their head and squeezed.

Luckily they were smaller than you were and went down relatively easily. You bound their hands with sheets from the bed and removed any weapons from their person. There was at least one more person that you knew of inside the lodge. Joel must be occupied. You’d take care of it.

The stairs creaked under your feet and you pressed against the wall when who you assumed to be May walked past.

“Where the fuck are you?” They whispered under their breath and you bit your lip. A brown head popped up outside the window and you squinted, realizing it was Joel. He looked at you and then at May and you shook your head.

Mouthing to Joel you said, “I got them.” He nodded at you once–you liked that about Joel, he never crowded you or doubted your abilities. Even if you were ten or so years younger, he understood it wasn’t his place to treat you like a child. The only person he would hover over was Ellie and she hated that shit.

It’s funny how stubborn that girl is.

You reached into your pack for that rope you always carried–it came in handy plenty of times. Once it was secure in your hands you waited for May to turn around and sprung into action. They were significantly taller than you so you couldn’t go over their head to choke them.

May reacted quicker than the last person and you struggled to maintain the upper hand, gritting your teeth as they tried to fight. You held your breath and yanked harder–they tried reaching around themself to push at you.

Once they realized that was useless May pushed the weight of their body into you–pressing you against the lodge counter harshly. It knocked the wind out of your lungs and your hands dropped as you gasped for air.

The sound of you gasping was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Not so quiet anymore.

Their gun was pulled on you, a handgun that May was clearly familiar with. “Stay right where you fucking are!” Their voice was sharp, your attempt at choking them must have hurt.

You narrow your eyes and make note of how they’re standing. May leans to one side as if they have a limp and it makes you feel much calmer. Even with the barrel of their pistol right in your face.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, treading carefully and watching every movement May makes.

“I’m asking the questions!” May jerked the gun closer, “Who are you?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Who are you?”

May scoffs at you, “Funny, I should shoot you right now!”

“Yea, probably. But you didn’t, your mistake.” You thrust their hands upward and the gun fires, the sound makes you wince as Joel gets May into a chokehold. “Thanks.” He nods once. “How many more of you are there?”

They struggle against Joel’s grip as you yank their pistol from their hand. “Answer the question.” He tightens his hold for a second and when May taps Joel’s arm he releases some of the pressure.

“Four.” They hold up a shakey hand with the same amount of fingers up. “There’s five of us in total…”

You made eye contact with Joel, “How many did you get?”

“Three.” Your heart dropped–there was someone who you guys missed. That gunshot was not good. “You?”

“Just one. Almost got this one. I’m going to find the straggler.”

Joel shakes his head and tightens his hold until May’s body goes limp. “We’re going to find the straggler. Chances are they’re hiding because they heard the gunfire.”

You drop down and bound May’s limbs, you didn’t like risking being caught off guard. “Probably. Let’s find out.” You cock May’s pistol, the handle felt worn down and well-loved. That thought felt ironic as you and Joel carefully walked through the Lodge side by side.

Once again, the quiet irked you. “I don’t like this at all, Joel.” Your voice was barely audible but you knew he heard.

“Me neither,” He exhaled a breath and stopped walking–cutting you off so you bumped into him. “I have an idea.”

You tipped your head up to meet his eyes, “Is it a good one?”

Joel shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll find out, just follow me.”

“We goin’ home?” You asked curiously, trying to figure out what exactly he had planned.

He looked over his shoulder with a smile on his face, “Yea, we are.”

[pinkiepiebones]

Hi! I absolutely love your writing, you always have just the right blend of angst/emotion/humour which makes your writing so enjoyable. You asked for prompts, so if you’re still taking them, may I request a Renfield and Dr Seward interaction, set in the novel/movie timeframe?

Okay first of all I'm ???!!! I love and appreciate your kind words so much!!!!

So here's the thing- 1) I'm not good at the book's timeline and B) the 1931 movie is very much not based on the book, and Renfield 2023 is based on the 1931 movie, not the book, so I have a different version od Seward in my head. In fact, Renfield met a Doctor Seward in my fic Scar Tissue...

Anyway, I still want to send you home with something in your bag, so-

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Robert never liked doctors. He had grown up in an era, in a village where leeches were still considered good medicine. He never told Rebecca that; she'd never let him live it down.

Today she was driving him- as she often did when she was available, as Robert never learned to drive and did not in fact own a car- back for a follow up with a withered old ex-Mafia doctor.

Doctor Seward.

The name still sent jolts of dread up Robert's spine. Several decades ago he had been found in the belly of a merchant vessel, the Vesta, his grip on reality more than deteriorated partly due to the thrall of Count Dracula, and partly due to the weeks he had been confined in the cargo hold, guarding Dracula's coffin and eating the occasional rat that dared to venture too close to him. The sailors who found him took him to the sanitarium- fucking awful name for a fucking awful idea of a place. There he had been placed under the care of Doctor Jack Seward, and, later, Professor Van Helsing. Admittedly, Robert didn't remember much of his actual treatments, if any, in Seward's sanitarium; his attempts to remember were mostly blotted out and filled with the howling of wolves and the feel of cold stone stairs...

"Robert! Jeez dude, you're freaking me out."

Robert startled back to the present. He was still sitting in Rebecca's car. She was standing by the passenger side door, looking at him over her sunglasses. She had parked in the cracked and sun-baked parking lot in front of a desolate-looking strip mall which housed a nail salon at one end, a pizza parlor on the other, and in the middle a nondescript office from which this Doctor Seward, present tense, worked. Robert clambered out of the car and Rebecca put a hand on his arm. "You okay? We can blow this off if you want."

"I'm fine," Robert lied. "Just remembered something."

Rebecca frowned but trusted him. She led the way into the office. The inside had wood-panel walls and sickly yellowing floors and had the uneasy atmosphere of a cheaply made 1980s horror film. Or even a cheaply made 1980s courtroom drama film.

The receptionist barely looked up from her very important nail filing and waved Robert and Rebecca back. Rebecca fumbled for Robert's hand and squeezed.

"This is just a little follow up," she said as much for him as for her. "No X-rays this time." She let go and sighed. The first visit had scared her. Seward had shown Robert- and her- that Dracula's blood had never healed Robert fully, it had just zipped up his skin and set his muscle and bone tissue into spasms of replication, resulting in pockets of tissue masses inside his body. Seward had expressed genuine concern for Robert's pain and wrote him a prescription for it. And now they were back in the same exam room, with the same old magazines, only this time Robert wasn't in one of those silly paper gowns.

Doctor Seward shuffled in before Robert and Rebecca could start talking, which Rebecca was thankful for. He looked just as ancient and wrinkly as he had been when they first met, like a super-dehydrated Mister Potato Head.

"Mister Renfield," he said gruffly, extending his hand for a shake. No sooner had he gripped Robert's hand he turned and greeted Rebecca. "Not wife nor girlfriend."

"Rebecca," Rebecca said sternly.

"Hm."

Doctor Seward turned his attention back to his patient. "How you been, Mister Renfield? How's the pain?"

"Oh, um." Robert was sitting on the exam table. He looked down at his shoes. "I can definitely tell a difference in my day-to-day activities, thanks to the pain medication your prescribed."

Doctor Seward adjusted his thick glasses. "So, no more bizarre injuries that require a vampire's intervention?"

Rebecca stood, suddenly, and spoke. "Okay, enough bullshit. How do you know about that? Last time we were here, you called Robert a familiar. You know something, so spill."

The old doctor looked at Robert, who gave a little shrug and nod. Doctor Seward chuckled. "Well, Rebecca, it's not a big twist. A long time ago Mister Renfield here was a resident of Seward's Sanitarium." Rebecca stared at Robert, who nodded and managed to give her an apologetic 'sorry I didn't tell you about my time in a sanitarium' look.

"That Seward was my father."

Robert nearly fell off the exam table. "The fuck?" he exclaimed, then immediately after, "shit, sorry, I'm just-"

"Fuck," Rebecca agreed.

Doctor Seward nodded. "Yeah. After pop died I was tasked with going through his papers, y'know, what to save and what to toss. Found his old notes about Mister Renfield." He gave Robert a shockingly gentle smile. "Sorry for not bein' up front about this. Figured you wouldn't want to be reminded of my pop and your time with him."

Then, Doctor Seward returned to his gruff self. "Aright, clear out. The Invisible Man's coming in for X-Rays soon."

In the car, barely out of the parking lot, Rebecca gripped the wheel tight. "This is some fucking weird shit, Robert."

Robert was looking out his window, partially daydreaming. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Rebecca sighed, turning in to traffic, "that it's really weird that this Mafia doctor I knew about from my policing days just so happens to be the son of a doctor who treated you? That's weird!"

Robert made a noncommittal noise.

"It's like someone's trying to write your life, but that someone's also kinda lazy, I guess."

Robert snickered. "Well, if my life was being written, I'd certainly give the writer five stars for effort."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that so the writer is nice to you."

Robert made a noncommittal noise.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

"Get back here, you bastard!" Cesar snarled, chasing his prey. He was hungry and he witnessed someone make a severe fuck-up. He didn't want to think about it more than he already did, opting to focus on what he was trying to do.

He was careful to follow them discreetly until they were alone, but they heard him accidentally kick a rock and now there's a chase.

Lucky for Cesar, he's done this before and he knows how to catch his victims. No, targets. Prey. Thinking of them as victims makes him feel guilty.

With a pounce, he landed on top of the person. He lifted them off the ground, put a hand over their mouth and latched onto their throat with his teeth and began feeding. He nearly jumped out of his skin when they went limp, but not from the body.

"C-Cesar?!"

Shit.

He was so focused on following this person, he wasn't listening for another set of following footsteps. He took his mouth off the throat, blood dripping out of his mouth and down through his split chin. His white button-up and red bowtie were now stained with deep crimson. He dropped the body as he looked over his shoulder, panicked. He turned around to face the woman who caught him in the act.

"Sarah, I–I—" Cesar tried to speak but he just devolved into messy stammering; he was searching for words he just didn't have. He retracted his fangs and brought his chin together to make speaking easier. Finally, after what felt like forever, he found words. "P–please don't be scared of me! You know I'd never hurt you! …R-right…?"

"I–I… I'm calling Seth!" Sarah blurted out and began digging through her pocket to grab her phone.

Cesar's eyes widened even further. He shook his head frantically, reaching palms with splayed fingers in Sarah's direction. "S–Sarah, no! It's a full moon tonight and the sun's been down for an hour!"

Sarah stopped, seeming to ponder his words.

"Look, I know you want comfort right now and I can't provide it but please, just… don't be scared of me. I–I'll do anything…!" Cesar lowered his arms to his sides, keeping them in an open position. He was desperate, he didn't want to lose their friendship; not over something that couldn't be helped, at least.

His eyes teared up when Sarah took half a step backwards.

"Cesar…" Her voice had a low, wobbly warning tone.

Cesar was suddenly knocked down onto his stomach, teeth sinking into the nape of his neck. Cesar screamed, his mind dragging him back to the moment he got his first bite. He could tell he was getting drained. He started to lose consciousness, feeling incredibly weak.

~~~

Cesar snapped awake, quickly looking around the room he realized he was in.

Oh… It's my room. So then… was that just a nightmare? My neck feels funny…

Someone knocked on his closed bedroom door.

"Hello?" Cesar's voice came out scratchy; his throat was apparently raw.

"Hey, Cesar. Can I come in?" Seth asked through the door.

"Yeah."

Seth opened the door and walked into the room. "How are you feeling?"

"...Strange. My throat's raw and my neck is like… numb."

"Yeah, the numbness is from the Lidocaine ointment. Sarah said you were screaming pretty loud. You're lucky she found you, you might've died…" Seth sniffled, breaking eye contact; the thought clearly pained him. "Please be more careful next time you're out, okay?"

"I will. By the way, where's Sarah…?"

"She's taking care of a simple investigation not too far from here."

"Ah, okay. Can I talk to her when she gets back?"

"I'll ask her. Now, you should probably try getting more sleep. Do you want any water or anything first?"

"No, thanks. Goodnight Dad." Cesar said with a slight sigh.

"Alright. Goodnight Cesar." Seth said with a little nod before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Cesar closed his eyes to return to sleep but he struggled. Did Sarah tell Seth his secret? He wished he asked how long it'd be until Sarah comes home.

I'll just have to wait and see, I guess.

OOHHHH /pos

The monster dudes. The guys

[killerandhealerqueen]

You're chilling in a coffee shop when your neighbor, who you have never said anything to except the normal greetings, plop in the seat in front of you, looking like he wants to say something. Fifteen mins later, you're home and he's sitting on your couch. He's there to ask for advice, relationship advice but acting as if he's a wanted criminal. "How do I reject a girl who's father is military and survive to confess to the hot guy that lives across from us? I really need help. I'm semi intoxicated and desperate." (And begs that you'll find him justice if he gets murdered cuz 'thats what forensic ppl do, right?)

Maybe an hour later, said daughter of military dad breaks down your door and looking like she's about to murder this man.

(Also, your apartment building of 28 floors and 10 apartments each floor, except 28th. You on top floor with only 3 large penthouse like apartments. (Yes, you rich) You KNOW who the hot guy is, the young doctor. Desperate guy is elementary school teacher. Crazy woman is destroying tour property.)

The day was pretty standard, in my opinion.  It was a nice, sunny day, bit of a cool breeze…perfect weather

And what better way to spend the day than in a coffee shop?

As I sat at my table, working on some work, my neighbor, whom I had met maybe all of…three times, sat down before me

“Um…you’re…Sun Tian Li, right?”

“Yes…can I help you?”

“Can we talk somewhere…private?”

I looked at him for a moment before I sighed heavily

“I guess”

My neighbor smiled at me brightly, like a big, excited puppy, and I internally groaned

‘It’s too fucking early for this’

After I packed up my things, we left the café and headed back to our apartment complex, taking the elevator to my apartment on the top floor

“Holy shit, I didn’t know you lived up here”

“Mmhm.  Come in”

I then unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding the door open for him before I motioned to the couch

“Make yourself comfy”

My neighbor then walked over to the couch and sat down as I stood in front of him and crossed my arms

“So…first of all, what’s your name?  We’ve met all of three times”

My neighbor blinked before he smiled

“Jiang Shuo”

I nodded

“Okay, Jiang Shuo, what do you need?”

“I need relationship advice”

I frowned

“Do I look like someone who’s currently in a relationship?”

“No, but you’re the only person I can talk to about this”

I groaned before I sat down on the floor

“Alright, spill.  What am I helping you with?”

“Um…okay. HowdoIrejectagirlwhosefatherismilitaryandsurvivetoconfesstothehotguythatlivesacrossfromus?”

I blinked a few times before I held up my hand

“Okay, woah, slow down.  I caught like…none of that”

Jiang Shuo sighed before he took a deep breath

“Okay, so there’s this girl that really likes me, and she’s nice, but I’m scared to say “no” whenever she asks me out because I don’t like her like that and because her father’s in the military and I’m afraid that if I upset her, his ass will come knocking on my door and kill me for upsetting her”

I blinked a few times again before I shook my head

“Why would he threaten you for saying no?”

“Because apparently she’s a daddy’s girl and from other people that I’ve heard, she’s gotten her father to take care of her boyfriends whenever they upset her”

“He sounds more like the triads to me, but whatever”

Jiang Shuo then looked at me earnestly

“If I die, you’ll get me justice right?  Cuz that’s what you forensic people do?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, but like…dude.  He’s not going to freaking murder you”

“He might!”

I gave him a look

“Have you like slept at all?  Your eyes look a little crazed”

Jiang Shuo laughed weakly

“Ah…I’m a little hungover and I also had a lot of caffeine…which probably wasn’t a good combination…”

“Nope, not a good combination”

I then smiled

“So you like Dr. Qin, huh?”

Jiang Shuo’s eyes widened

“You know him?”

I shrugged

“I mean, I see him sometimes if I have to go to the hospital for a case.  He’s nice”

Jiang Shuo smiled dreamily

“Yeah, he is”

I smirked

“Damn, you’re down bad for this man.  Have you two even talked?”

Jiang Shuo shook his head

“No…I mean, I see him sometimes whenever we take the bus home cuz we take the same line but…I’ve never worked up the courage to talk to him”

I hummed, just as my door suddenly was broken down, causing me and Jiang Shuo to see a crazed woman standing in the entrance of the doorway, her eyes murderous as she stared Jiang Shuo down

“Yah!”

The woman then looked at me as I motioned to my door

“You gonna fucking pay for that or what?”

The woman looked at the door, then back at me, before she huffed

“You’re rich, you can afford to fix it”

My eyes widened

“I’m sorry, the fuck?  You’re the one who busted down my fucking door, you’re gonna pay the fucking property damage!”

I then pushed myself to my feet as I stormed over to her

“You are breaking and entering.  Should I call the police?”

The woman ignored me and shoved me out of the way as she stormed over to Jiang Shuo, looming over him

“Why won’t you go out with me?”

Jiang Shou’s eyes widened and his mouth open and closed like a fish gasping for air when I sighed

“Because he doesn’t fucking like you”

The woman spun around and looked at me with crazed eyes

“What?!”

I looked at her calmly

“I’m trying to not lose my shit over the fact that you broke down my fucking door so read my lips: he.  doesn’t.  like.  you”

The woman’s eyes widened as I sighed and crossed my arms

“You’ve never had someone tell you no before, have you?  Not really surprised, considering how you’re acting like a spoiled brat right now throwing a tantrum…”

The woman huffed

“I’m not a spoiled brat”

“Mm.  I’d beg to differ”

Just then, two security guards showed up at the door

“Everything alright, Ms. Sun?”

I looked over at them before I motioned to the woman

“Please remove her from my house.  She’s trespassing”

The security guards nodded and stepped inside, grabbing her by the arms before guiding her out

“Come on, Ms. Yuan”

“Let me go!  Let go!”

She then turned to glare at me

“My daddy will hear about this!”

I nodded solemnly

“I’m sure he will”

I then looked down at my door and sighed

“Great…now I gotta fix that…”

“Um…”

I then turned to look at Jiang Shuo, who looked a little embarrassed

“Sorry about that”

I waved my hand

“Nah, you’re fine.  Now come on, I’ve got a doctor to introduce you to”

Jiang Shuo’s eyes widened

“Huh?”

I rolled my eyes before I walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm

“Come on”

We then headed to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby before we headed out and headed to the apartment building across the street

We then stepped inside and rode the elevator up to the top floor, Jiang Shuo looking over at me in shock

“How do you know where his apartment is?”

I smiled

“Ah, we had a case here once.  The victim’s apartment was a few doors down from his”

Jiang Shuo nodded slowly

“Oh…”

Once we reached the floor, we walked over to one of the apartments and knocked on the door, the door soon opening to reveal the resident, Dr. Qin Yiheng

“Oh, Sun Tian Li.  What uh…what are you doing here?”

I smiled

“I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Jiang Shuo”

Qin Yiheng then looked at Jiang Shuo, his eyes widening slightly

“Oh, I’ve seen you before.  We ride the same bus home”

Jiang Shuo blinked before he nodded

“Yeah”

Qin Yiheng then motioned inside

“Uh…do you want to come in for tea or something?”

I smiled and shook my head

“I actually have something to take care of back at my apartment but Jiang Shuo would love a cup of tea, wouldn’t you?”

Jiang Shuo blushed slightly before he looked at Qin Yiheng

“Yeah, uh, I don’t mind”

Qin Yiheng smiled and took a step back, holding open the door

“Come in”

Jiang Shuo dipped his head and stepped inside, Qin Yiheng closing the door before looking at me as I winked at him, smiling slightly

Qin Yiheng blushed and quickly shut the door as I cackled softly before I sighed

“Great, now I gotta call the landlord to fucking fix my door…ugh”

I then smiled to myself slightly

“But playing matchmaker was fun”  

[antibigotwhumpblog]

A Bad Match

He tapped the pistol against his thigh. Crowds rushed underneath the hot Sun just beyond the alley he was in. Whumper appreciated an unaware audience. The idea that every person on the streets of the city had no idea the danger he could put them in ignited adrenaline underneath his skin. Although not his favorite part, he enjoyed sitting in his own ecstasy as he waited for one unsuspecting civilian to tread just deep enough into the path. His favorite part was when he took out his gun. Whumper loved their victum's fear. A young man in a red hoodie turned into the narrow passage. His little red riding hood, Whumper thought fondly. He adjusted his stance, and clicked the safety off his gun. He observed the skittish man pause because of the sound. Whumper smirked. He relished in the familiar twist of his stomach. He passed the garbage can. Whumper wrapped his forearm around Whumpee's neck, and shoved his gun against Whumpee's temple. "Empty your pockets," Whumper sneered into his ear. "Damn, it's only Tuesday," Whumpee snarked, and struggled to get away. Whumper's grip against the man's neck tightened. He pressed the barrel of his gun harder against the man's skull like the man hadn't noticed it was there. "Give me everything you've got or I'll fucking kill you." Whumpee didn't cry, beg, or even shiver. He rolled his big brown eyes, and tried to rip Whumper's arm off. "I am not in the mood for 'tude, dude." Whumper roughly shoved Whumpee to the ground. Whumpee grunted, and scraped his knees on the pavement. He scrambled onto his back, and propped his arms behind him. Whumper could get a good look at the man like this. His face was far too relaxed for Whumper's liking. "I'll shoot you," Whumper snarled. He shrugged, "I always thought I'd go out more dramatically, but it is what it is." Whumper twitched. All he wanted was an easy adrenaline fix. How likely was it that out of all the people who could walk into the alley, the guy who did was an annoying son of a bitch? Whumper was gonna kill him. "Get on with it," Whumpee jeered, and he laid back on his palms. Whumper shook with rage. Not even killing the idiot would be fun. Whumper shouted at the air. Almost in response, an iPhone rung. Whumper whipped his head to look at Whumpee. The man had the nerve to take out his phone. "I'm so sorry, I have to get this. Can I step away for a second?" Whumpee asked smugly. Whumper pulled the trigger. The gun exploded, and the bullet struck the ground. He dropped his phone, and it skirted away from him. Whumper glanced down, curious to see what in God's name could be so important. The contact name was "Friend." Whumper froze. He crouched immediately, and picked up the phone. He ignored Whumpee's protests. He examined the contact profile. To his utter shock, that picture above the display name was one he absolutely recognized. "You know Friend L/N?" He demanded from his hostage. The man had gotten on his feet, "That's none of your business." Whumper aimed the gun at Whumpee, "Tell me how you them." "No way. That's creepy as shit. Give me my phone back," He demanded. "You're not coworkers. If your his friend, you haven't visited him in the past year and a quarter. And by God, you're not his family," Whumper growled, "So how do you know them?" "Better question," Whumpee retorted, "How do you?" Whumper glanced around the alleyway, and back at the crowds, "Tell me how you know Friend now." Instead, Whumpee started to scream. "Help! Help!" Whumpee hollered. Whumper tackled Whumpee against the brick wall, and behind the garbage can. He wrestled Whumpee underneath him, and shoved his hands over his mouth. He knew everything about Friend, after all he'd stalked them for over a year. He knew every relationship they had. Clearly, he'd missed something. If he'd missed this one person, he was scared he'd missed a whole part of Friend's life. He needed to know more. Still, he was not looking forward to bringing home such a aggravating little shit.

[fivelakesinwriting]

Hi love your Barry content ( he deserves all the love). Could you possibly write something about Barry only being soft for his girl and his girl only. Or even him being super protective over her when a kook/or pogue hits on her

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Warnings: Guns, Mentions of drugs, Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Violence.

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Vulnerable wasn't a state that came natural to him. Perhaps as a child, but he didn't really remember back that far. He was a soldier and he had to be tough, show no emotion. Don't get attached, it's just easier that way.

Even when he came home he found he didn't attach himself to many people. Or perhaps, there just weren't too many people around he wanted to cling to. He always had his back up around people. If they didn't get to know him, then he didn't get to know them and then his heart never got broken.

Until Her.

There wasn't really a timeline for their relationship, or when she started coming around. If he was honest, it all started to blend together. One day she wasn't there and the next she was. On his couch, perched on his lap with her fingers in his hair and her sweet voice in his ear.

Barry thought she was the sweetest girl in the world. Too sweet to be hanging around with drug dealing scum like him. Too soft, sweet and all around precious to be hanging around with a guy like him. Tripping over a loaded gun every step she took. She would give him those gentle, knowing eyes after she had gathered herself.

I know this is who you are, baby.

It was her unwavering love, patience and support of him for exactly who he was that helped him break his own walls down bit by bit. The way she didn't mind that his house was messy, all types of people from different walks of life knocking on his door. Or how she let him rest his head on her chest after a particularly long day, her fingers twisting the loose lock of hair the hung in his face.

Barry, quite simply, felt like he would die for her if it came down to it. He wasn't sure why he would ever find himself that in position, or why his sweet girlfriend, content on spending her nights cuddled on the couch with him or buried between the pages of book, would ever put either of them in that position.

But he would go down in flames for his woman.

"Baby?" Her voice was soft behind him as he sat at the table out in the sun-room, weighing out bags. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt like a teenager getting caught with his first dime-bag of weed.

"Hey. I was just finishin' up in here. Won't be long." He muttered with a clear of his throat as he turned in his chair to see her standing in the doorway, fiddling with the hem of her dress.

"Are we still going for a walk on the beach today?" She inquired, so sugary sweet it was a shock to his system. He felt dizzy, lightheaded.

Barry stood up, his work completely forgotten at her question. He had promised her that he would take her to the beach. A simple request, but he preferred to say "low profile" and the beach seemed like the least low profile place of all. But if she asked him, he would oblige without question.

"Yeah. Can go now, if you want." Barry nodded as he wiped his hands off on the back of his shorts before he reached for her hands. No part of his life, his work, would touch her. He still didn't know why she chose a life with him, but he took it day by beautiful day.

She took the small steps forward so her bare toes touched the tips of work boots, her hands reaching for his to lace their fingers. Barry looked down at their feet, passed their hands interlocked, at her little painted toes. It would take him a while to admit out loud that the bright colours she painted her toes made him just a little bit weak. The way she curled her toes against his shins when they were in bed together, or even the gentle way she rubbed the flats of her feet against his own to stay warm at night.

It made him remember he was still alive.

Barry loathed the beach. So many tourists, unhappy kids and parents, sun burnt and drunk college kids who just didn't know when to call it quits. All of it was terrible, but he didn't seem to notice all of those distractions so much when he was with her. Playfully kicking water at her as they walked the shoreline, a soft kiss to her forehead now and then. He wasn't too fond of large displays of affection, they seemed grotesque to him. A kiss to the forehead, or the squeeze of the hand was more than enough for him.

The looks of the frat guys around them didn't go unnoticed by the soldier. He was acutely aware of everything that was going on around them. He knew the toddler at the top of the hill, near the food truck, was going to fall the minute it started run. He could see it in his brain before it happened. He saw the teen girls ahead, and to the left of them, battling over who got to take the photo to commemorate the day.

And he saw the group of Kooks, more than one of them could be called a regular customer, eyes zeroed in on Barry and his girl slowly walking down the shoreline. He could see their lips moving, but he couldn't hear anything. A Kook Goon Squad, clad in overpriced bathing suits and Oakley's. He hated them, every last one of them.

"Here. Think that ice cream truck over there has that ice for little kids you like. Take this, I'll be right there." Barry grumbled as he reached into the back pocket of his shorts and pulling out his wallet.

"Super Hero ice cream is not for little kids, Barry." She scoffed, but graciously accepted his wallet with a peck on his cheek before she took off with a run through the water, splashing up her thighs.

Barry ran his hand over his chin as he made sure his love far enough away before he turned on his heel and stalked over to the Kooks beneath a beach umbrella, attempting to tap a keg.

"...too hot for him, though. I met her at this party a year ago but no deal. She's loyal as shit to him, dude."

The conversation made Barry vibrate with anger. She had told him about that party and how some guy had been unruly with her, would not leave her alone.

"The only way he could have been closer to me is if he had been inside of me. He was so creepy."

Barry clenched his fists as he made the last few steps up to the group of Kooks, ready to strike. He pulled his fist back, the blood in his head blocking out any other sounds than the pure rage he felt at the disrespect they were speaking about his girlfriend.

Barry pulled his elbow back and connected his fist with the Kook's jaw, unannounced. Not the most fair punch he's ever doled out, but he didn't think that hitting on another man's girlfriend was exactly fair either. He wasn't sure if it was the sheer force of his punch, or the fact that it was unexpected - perhaps a bit of both - but the Kook was knocked off of his feet, and onto his back.

"So, you like hitting on girls with boyfriend's? Being persistent? Man, if I was as persistent as you, I'd probably having my fucking money from your ass by now." Barry growled as he crouched down in the sand beside the boy as he groaned, clutching his jaw.

"Leave my girl alone, asshole." Barry spat as he stood up, glaring at the friends that stood helpless around the Kook writhing on the ground.

Barry walked away from the rich kids with too much time and money to spare, and found his girl at the front of the line for ice cream. He let out a deep breath as he wiped off his raw, bloody knuckle on the underside of his shirt.

"Hi, baby. You're just in time. I got stuck behind a group of like, ten kids. Do you want something?" She smiled as he walked up behind her and gently placed his hands on her hip as not to scare her.

"Nah. Share yours." He replied softly as he leaned in to press another kiss to her forehead.

"See? Super Hero ice cream isn't just for kids."

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Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

—

The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

—

His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

[jaxxandcomet]

the only thing I don't want to burn - JJ Maybank x reader

in which a boy tells a girl that he is real and the things that haunt her, no matter how realistic, aren't.

word count : 2600

trigger warnings : blood, paranoia, self harm, burning ( as a form of self harm ), schizophrenia, love haha, swearing

requested : no but they are open!

this one's rough buttercups, but I love angst and this was a good thing to get out emotions on !

gif credit : @outerbankspov

You were never alone. You stood in lines in the school cafeteria and tried to ignore the voices circling around outside, both the real ones and the ones made up by your mind. You laid on the HMS Pogue and soaked up the sunlight and tried to shake the feeling of someone choking you or of someone plugging your ears.

Pill 1

This pill was light blue, but it reminded you nothing of the sky. You held it in your fingers, trying to hold enough water in your mouth so you could swallow it. You’d read the orange bottle it came in, the bottle that your doctor had prescribed, and told yourself it would work. That it had to work. But the people standing around you told you it wouldn’t. Just like how they told you to kill yourself or cut yourself or how they took your thoughts away from you.

You swallowed it and blinked at yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t taken a shower in days - the last time you did spiders crawled up from the drains and screamed in your ears. You looked down at your arms and still saw the scratches you’d given yourself to get the spiders off of you - even though they were made up by your mind.

The figures behind you that you’d come to know well stared you down, still chirping. You could see their reflections in the mirror, tainted.

“Come on y/n.” The boy with the red hair told you. “This isn’t going to work. I will be with you forever. We love each other, don’t we?”

“Y/n, why would you ever think that you could get rid of us? We love you more then JJ or the Pogues ever could. Listen to us. We do everything for you!” The girl said. The Haunter’s always told you lies, and you always believed them.

You sat on the floor for the amount of time it said it would take the pill to kick in. You waited for their voices to go away, for their darkness to stop tainting your eyes, but they never did.

You got up and left your bathroom, the Haunter’s following you down the hallway to your bedroom. Your parents were gone, and your middle-class home was silent. It seemed to you as though they were always gone. It was only the Haunter’s that were ever really with you.

You didn’t turn on the light when you walked inside and shut the door to your room, and you prayed it would stop the Haunter’s from turning your vision. Of course, their whispers could never be silenced. You crawled into bed and screamed when you felt a warm lump at the end of it.

“Fuck, y/n! It’s just me! I’m not going to hurt you!” A voice told you, and for a second you believed it was one of the Haunter’s still trying to configure your mind. They would always be trying, you reminded yourself. At least at this rate.

“God dammit JJ, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” You felt a hand on your foot, so warm that you were sure you were making it up. It was gone a second later. “You are freezing! Get under the blankets before you go hypothematic.”

“Before I get hypothermia, you mean.” You corrected, trying to focus on the texture of the blankets as you crawled under them. You felt JJ lay down a second later, right next to you, a mess of blankets separating your skin.

“Thematic, thermia. Potato, tomato. Same thing.” JJ said and you could smell weed and salt on his skin. The last thing you remembered smelling was your own blood.

You tried to laugh but only hollowness sounded.

“Are you okay? You seem weird.”

“Wow. Thanks. I’m a weird person.” The word almost choked you. You felt your mouth dry. You were weird. That’s why you could never tell him. He would leave, and hate you, and that would feel worse then waterever the Haunter’s said about him now.

“I didn’t mean it like that, you just seem not yourself.” He spoke quietly, and you closed your eyes and focused on keeping your hands on your stomach so as they wouldn’t try to plug your ears. The Haunter’s were shouting at each other at the foot of your bed.

You took a deep breath. “I’m fine, JJ, just tired. I’m going to try and sleep. You can stay if you want.”

After the words slipped out of your throat, an encore of anger blasted from your feet. The Haunter’s screamed at you.

“No! What are you thinking! We are here, you do not need him. He is nothing compared to us. You love us and you know that he will never love you.” They told you. You tried your hardest not to believe them.

“You need your sleep. I’ll see you soon, Y/n. Goodnight.” He crawled over you and left via your window, which you quickly closed, preparing yourself for what the Haunter’s would tell you next.

They weren’t telling you, they were shrieking at you. “You love us! How could you ever replace us with him! You need to hurt yourself! What in the world were you thinking!”

You tried not to believe them. But this was the slipping point, and open air was soon under your feet. You got up, and walked to the living room, where you grabbed the lighter from above the fire. You sat back down at the edge of the bed, and lit the flame apon your wrists.

Pill 2

This pill was orange, and it felt heavy in your fingertips. The Chateau bathroom stood around you, and you popped the pill in your mouth before replacing your hands to where they lay on the bowl of the sink. You’d become an expert in the past four months of swallowing pills without water, and since you’d tried several other types of pills, you’d also become very good at reading the orange bottles. This pill had the strongest dosage, and was the one of the market that seemed to work best for severe cases of your ‘condition’. At least that was how your doctor put it, when she handed you the bottle with a smile.

It didn’t seem like just a condition to you or the Haunter’s, but they’d been ghosts for the past day, and on days where they went half-away, you tried to make the most of it.

You walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the porch with the rest of Pogues. Pope, who sat next to you on the couch, was drawing a route on a map for a day trip they were planning. Kiara offered you a beer and you shook your head.

“Come on, dude! I haven’t seen you drink anything in like four fucking months. Loosen up a little bit.” She said, taking a swig of her own beer.

“Don’t fucking pressure her like that Ki!” JJ said from his spot on the side of the railing.

“Says you!” John B shook his head as JJ pretended to punch him. Sarah, who was sitting next to JB, turned and ran her eyes over you.

“Are you okay, y/n?” She asked lightly, laying a hand on your jean covered leg. JJ turned his head quickly and nodded.

“I was just about to ask the same thing,” his eyes glazed over your body. You’d lost weight and replaced tighter clothes with baggier ones. His face paused when looking at your own, noticing the bags under your eyes.

“I didn’t sleep well last night. I hope I’m not too much of an eye soar.” Pope laughed at your remark.

“You will never be,” JJ looked away, holding up his blunt to his mouth.

You sat next to Pope and tried to look away from the Haunter’s, who were slowly getting louder in your ears and darker to your eyes. Before you knew, they were laughing and calling you names and pretending to shoot you with their guns and you couldn’t take it. You got up slowly and fumbled down the steps, a head rush pounding into your skull.

“Y/n? Y/n?” JJ got up quickly and ran down the steps behind you, seeing you drag yourself to the street so as you could walk home.

You turned around slowly and smiled lightly, trying to put away the Haunter’s remarks for you to shoot yourself. You gripped your sleeve tighter, praying he didn’t see the burn marks on your arms. They never healed for more than twelve hours.

“What’s up? I can walk you home if you want to go. You don’t look okay.” You could hear the worry laced into his voice.

“I’m good, JJ. Just got a little headache and want to go home and try to sleep. I’ll see you soon, okay. Don’t worry about me.” Before he could respond, you walked away and down the street.

Pill 3

This pill was red. It stuck to your tongue when you swallowed it, and you felt as though it may never hit your stomach. None of the pills ever helped. Some made the Haunter’s worse. None of them made them fade.

The sun beat down on your skin, and you pulled your long sleeve down over the scars on your wrists, and now arms. You could feel the sway of the HMS hunderneth you and the wind muffled the Haunter’s whispers, at least for a few minutes.

You didn’t pay attention to the conversation the rest of the Pogues were having, and focused only on how good the flame would feel when you got home. The Haunter’s were right that warmth helped.

That night, you sat on your downstairs porch huddled around the outside fireplace, surrounded by the Haunter’s. Their voices rang into your skull, and the only thing you could do to distract your mind from them was to pull up your sleeve and hold it over the open flame. Whenever you pulled your arm out of the glow, they would shout at you to put it back in. So you complied. It was the only thing that made them happy.

Your eyes lost themselves inside of the orange fluorescence, and you didn’t hear the twigs snap next to you or the gasp that sounded. The only thing you could feel was when someone pushed your chair backwards and you landed on the concrete.

“Shit! Oh my god. What in the fucking world were you doing,Y/n!” It took you a second to place JJ’s voice in your mind, and you tried to pull down your sleeve, but it was too late. You felt him pull you upright and drag the chair away from the fire pit.

“Your arm was on fire. It’s burned! Why were you holding your hand in the fucking fire!” With each word he said, your breathing quickened. This was normally the part you hated the most. The withdrawal from the flame. The Haunter’s shrieked in your ears and you could see them dancing in the light in front of you.

You peered down at your arm and screamed, and before you could do anything JJ had picked you up and pulled you through the French door’s of your house and onto your couch. You pushed yourself away from him, holding your hands up in front of your eyes, peering at them as though they weren’t your own.

“Y/n! I need to know what you were doing! I need to know if you are okay! Why aren’t you looking at me? Nothing’s over there. Stop! I need you to answer me!”

“JJ?” You asked faintly and glanced over at him for a second. A tear slipped down his cheek, and you could tell he wanted to touch you, but didn’t want to hurt you. “I need you to leave.” Your voice was quiet. You still could protect yourself. JJ didn’t have to know about the Haunter’s.

“I’m not going to leave you, Y/n. You were hurting yourself, and I need to know why. I need to know if this is related to why you’ve been acting weird. I need to know if you are okay.” He was sure in his tone and you understood that you wouldn’t be able to get yourself out of this. He’d seen your arm in the flame.

The Haunter’s had followed you both into the house and were trying to coax you back out of to the flame. Your eyes flickered between them and JJ, and they were all getting louder. You couldn’t hear your own breathing.

“SHUT UP! FUCKING PLEASE SHUT UP!” You screeched and your arms and legs shook. “Please. I don’t want to go out there again. I don’t want to hurt myself. Please stop trying to make me. Please. Please.” The tears glided down your cheeks as you shut your eyes. You trembled and kept repeating the word to yourself. “Please. Please. Please. I don’t want to hurt myself.”

When you stopped, the Haunter’s had quieted themselves and JJ was there and watching you.

“Y/n?” JJ took you in softly. “Please tell me what just happened.”

Still shaking hard, and glancing around to make sure the Haunter’s didn’t return, you opened your mouth. “I’m so sorry JJ. I can’t. I can’t.”

“I need to know why you were hurting yourself and what just happened. I want you to be okay, Y/n. I might be able to help.”

You let out a breath, quivering. “I see things, and I hear things. And they tell me bad things. They tell me to hurt myself, and to kill myself. They never leave me alone. They want me to die. They make me believe I want to die. The doctor calls it schizophrenia. I call it my own death sentence.” Your words slipped from your throat. JJ didn’t pull away, instead, he lay a hand on your thigh and ran a finger through your hair.

“Are they talking right now?” He whispered, and you nodded, tears creating a damp spot on your shirt. He nodded back, and held your fingertips against his own. “I need you to listen to only my voice, y/n. Focus on my voice. I know it's hard, but you have to.

“I’m so thankful you told me. I was so worried about you. I still am. But I can try to help you now. You aren’t alone anymore. You will always be importa-” JJ’s voice faded and you looked over away from his eyes at the Haunter’s, who were starting to reappear.

“I’m right here, Y/n. Look at me, I’m right here.” He touched the sides of your face and positioned your eyes so they stared into his own.

“You will always be important to me. I’m willing to fight with you. I love you so much, and you can’t let them tell you differently.”

“I don’t even know if you are real, JJ. I can’t tell anymore. I want to believe you, I promise. But it’s really hard.”

JJ lead your hands to his sides, where his hips met his body, and then to his stomach and abs, and to his shoulders, and around to the sides of his face. “I”m real. I’m right here, and I’m real. I know it's hard to believe me. I understand. But for me, you need to. I can’t lose the only thing that I don’t want to burn. I’m real. And I’m here for you.”

[cotccotc]

SKZ REACT to...

 ◈ you being followed

part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by anon​ ♡ )

genre/s: comfort, skz x gn reader

warning/s: description of being followed on the street, descriptions / mentions of panic attacks

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this one took me quite a while but i’m happy with it !!! i decided to write out a longer introduction to this to kinda set up a scene !! i hope y’all enjoy it (esp the comforting parts ofc kdjdjf)

it’s somewhat unlike you to walk alone at night. you figured it would only take you a few minutes, but you got out of work late, setting you back quite a while. to make things worse, while you were working overtime, the sun had set, leaving you to traverse the dimly lit city streets on your own. all you know is that your boyfriend left the door open for you, and a couch date sounds really great right now.

somewhere along your walk, you heard a shuffling noise coming from behind you. you disregarded it, thinking it may have been simple paranoia. you’ve seen too many movies, you think. however, as you keep up your leisurely yet steady pace, you hear another noise. this time you turn around.

a man. in a black hoodie. looking you dead in the eye.

your eyes widen as a small gasp leaves your mouth. needless to say, you begin sprinting to your destination, heart racing at a pace that rivals the speed of your feet. with your focus aimed at getting as far away as you can, you’re honestly not even sure how your legs know where they’re going. nevertheless, your saving grace comes into view. after a quick glance at the now empty street behind you, you sprint even faster than before. and, once you make it to the apartment door, you fling the door open and leap inside with enough force to rattle the hinges.

“y/n? what’s wro-”

“i was being followed,” you interject, a choked sob finally escaping you.

◈ CHAN

his first instinct, no matter what, is to make sure you feel safer now.

he’ll sit you down on the couch, staying close beside you and rubbing your back while reiterating that whoever that man was is gone now.

i’ve always liked to think he’d be good to have around in the event of a panic attack. especially if you’re the type of person who needs physical and verbal reassurance. back rubs, hugging, and breathing reminders galore.

once you’ve calmed down, he would wipe away your tears and hold you close to him as he asks you about the rest of your day.

he’s an amazing listener and he can’t wait to hear about the latest employee or customer gossip lmao

but more importantly, it would take your mind off things, which is all he truly wants.

if you start looking a bit gloomy or drifting off in thought, he’d probably suggest some cuddle time !! he would make sure to remind you of how courageous you were in that moment before promising you one last time that you’re safer now, here with him.

you’d finally fall asleep in his arms, filling him with relief.

◈ MINHO

first reaction: absolutely pissed.

not at you of course, but at the guy who was following you. with you still in his arms, he glances pointedly out the front door and the windows, closing the blinds after giving the entire apartment a once-over.you end up in the bedroom, in which he’ll guide you to sit beside him on the bed.

his expression will have completely changed from anger to loving concern. he’d look deeply into your eyes while holding both your hands in his, assuring you that you’re safe now.while you continue to cry, you explain what had happened in more detail. he strokes your hair as you speak and nods along, blood boiling.

he can’t stand the thought of any person making you feel unsafe. but, he’d maintain a calm exterior in order to make you feel more at ease.

once you describe the whole situation, he’d reassure you once again that the man can’t get to you now.

“he’ll have to get through me.”

you giggle.

“hEY”

◈ CHANGBIN

i think he’d have a similar reaction to minho !!

very visibly pissed that some random guy had the nerve to intimidate you. that dude’s lucky he didn’t follow you the whole way home or else he’d probably be pretty uh. damaged. by now..

he’d sit you down on the couch, do a quick check-in at each of the windows and doors, and come back as soon as he can to console you.

when he does, he’s quick to sit beside you, arm wrapped around you with the other wiping the tears off of your face.

after you explain the situation a bit more clearly, he becomes even more angry (probably mutters some curses under his breath)

but !!!! i think he’d really try his best to focus on cheering you up

asking you what you’d like to do for the rest of the night, if you’d like any food, if you’d like to sleep or stay up for a while.. etc.

plus he’d amp up the silly antics to make you forget about things !!

◈ HYUNJIN

i think his physical reaction would become similar to yours. very quickly.

like once he sees your tears and senses your quickened pulse. his immediate response (whether voluntary or not) would be to emulate you.

so, naturally, he’d hold you in his arms and let you cry it out, while small sobs of his own escape him.

seeing you so scared is a scary feeling.

of course, he’d reassure you that you’re safe !!! he’d look into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ears, and tell you that it’s all over now and that you’re safe.

you, of course, don’t want him to feel sad or scared, so you’d console him as well.

you two would comfort each other the whole rest of the night. i think the most probable option would be the two of you cuddled up in bed watching a movie or reading webtoons together

distraction !! but make it a drama !! or a romcom because .. vibes !!

and when you decide it’s time for bed (however late that may be due to the stress from earlier) he’d be sure to remind you that he’ll be with you all night & when you wake up

(but he’s also secretly clinging onto you out of fear as well kdjfgj)

◈ JISUNG

“oh sh- oh sHIT-”

wouldn’t know what in the fuck to do

would haphazardly check all the windows like minho did, holding your hand as you continue to cry

after he’s done, he’d cling to you and hold you SO very tight <3

lots of “shh shh baby.. baby shhhh” and all that jazz.. you know the sungie vibes…

he’d stroke your hair and arms, noticing your slight shakiness and suggesting you both cuddle for some extra comfort and warmth

no matter what time of night it is, he’d turn off the lights and cuddle with you as you describe the event in more detail

quiet & calm

even if you end up crying again while you speak, he’s there to brush the tears off your face with his thumb and help you calm down again

◈ FELIX

before you came, he might have cooked a small meal for the two of you to share. even though you worked late, it’d still be waiting for you when you arrive. he’d wait too.

when you do happen to burst through the door, he’d jump and gasp out of fear but he’s quick to run up to you and hold you as you let out everything you’d held in during your walk-turned-chase

also !! will help you get settled in as you describe what went down

helping you take off your coat and shoes, getting water for you, grabbing some blankets; all while listening intently and giving you all of his attention

once you’re seated on the couch, wrapped in the softest blanket he could find and staying hydrated after such a harrowing event, he’d be sure to hold you as close as possible to remind you that everything’s okay

eventually, through his subtle gestures and calming demeanor, you won’t even realize how you got situated !! he just knows what to do to make you as comfortable as possible without even trying all that hard

you may choose to skip dinner, but no matter what, he’ll be holding you close the whole night through to make sure you know he’s there to protect and care for you

◈ SEUNGMIN

he’s very methodical about how to proceed. his first instinct is to do what some of the others would and check the house, but he decides to help you calm down first.

you’re rambling about what happened in between sobs and quick breaths, which sends a pain through his heart as he shuts and locks the door.

if you’re shorter than him, he’d bend a little to make direct eye contact with you. he’ll rub your arms and tell you that you don’t have to be afraid anymore

the most calming and reassuring voice in the whole world omg !!!!!!

he’d wipe your tears away and cup your face with both of his hands, prompting you to look back into his eyes before smiling at you

“you’re safe now, right?”

you smile back at him, nodding.

“now, let’s lock all the doors so no bad guys can get in!”

then, he’d take your hand and let you help him lock the doors and shut the curtains, making it feel like a chore instead of a precaution

and for your “good work”, he’d reward you with some binge watching & cuddle time !!! (as if that wasn’t the original plan skjdfg)

◈ JEONGIN

(under his breath, eyes wide) “oh my god…”

i think he’d start freaking out a bit like hyunjin did, but he’d do his very best to hide it. he knows he has to be strong to help you calm down and feel safe.

like felix, he’d help you take off your coat and shoes, leading you over to the couch as you shakily describe what happened.

(i’m sorry i keep making comparisons to the other members bUT) like minho, he’d hold your hands in his, rubbing them softly with his thumbs to soothe your nerves as you let everything out

he’d try to cheer you up by suggesting alternative motives the man might’ve had instead of wanting to harm you

for instance:

jeongin: “what if he was lost and needed directions but he was too shy to ask because you’re so pretty/handsome?”

you: “babe i don’t think-”

jeongin: “OR what if he thought he knew you !!”

you: “but he-”

jeongin: “WHAT IF IT WAS BATMAN-”

overall, his aim is to distract you (as well as himself), which ends in success. you’ll both be in stitches by the end of the night

and… laughing is super tiring, right?

therefore, as reiterated throughout all of these reactions because we all know it’s true:

CUDDLESSSS

oh also.. right before you fall asleep in his arms, he’d ask if you want to leave the light on during the night :( bc he’s a cutie :((((

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[dmwrites]

Grian fucked up. The jury was out on how badly, but regardless, he’d fucked up.

He was kind of known for his love of tnt. And pranks. Perhaps you can see where this is going.

Grian had been flying around the server, just kind of looking at all the buildings that he hadn’t been able to see from the sky yet. A big square shaped thing in the water caught his attention, and he landed gracefully on top of some sugar cane.

“Well isn’t this a nice little place you have here!” Grian called out, not quite sure who lived here.

“Well thank you kindly.” A voice came from below, and xB walked up the steps to the surface. He smiled kind of formally at Grian, who returned it with equal friendly formality. The two hadn’t really interacted one on one all that much, but they could still be cool.

“Interesting concept, building in a lake.” Grian took a wider look at the build. Simple farms on top, and what looked like a glass storage room underneath. Simple, but still pretty cool for a starter base.

xB chuckled. “It’s kind of in my nature, it feels like. Water is pretty cool.”

“Water is pretty cool.” Grian agreed. “But you know what’s cooler? Fire.” He placed down a few blocks of tnt.

xB froze for a moment blue eyes ringed with yellow wide, then chuckled again. “Scared me there. But I know you wouldn’t dare.”

Over the community paging system, Impulse sent out a message: “please don’t sleep away the night. Zombie villager needs a new home.” Grian sent back a thumbs up emoji, then replaced his communicator with a flint and steel.

“Oh, wouldn’t I? xB, you do know that I can’t resist big red buttons… and backing down from dares.”

xB frowned slightly. “I mean, I’m not daring you to. I just know you’re a decent guy.”

“Oop- I could just- oop-” Grian giggled, waving the open flame near the tnt block.

xB rolled his eyes. “Listen, you can, if you want. But I would get rather upsketti with you. And I don’t think it would end well for you.” He had a small smile on his lips, but watched Grian’s flame closely.

Grian sighed, leaning against the tnt, watching the sun set. “No, you’re right. I’m just messing with you.”

“Grian! What-” xB suddenly shouted, but whatever he said next was blocked out by the distinct hiss of tnt lighting. Grian turned around in horror to see his lit flame right on a fuse.

BOOM!

Grian and xB went flying. Grian collided with the sugar cane and fell amongst the reeds. He scrambled to his feet, and even when only illuminated by the moon, the destruction was bad. Water was leaking in at every side. Most of the farms were ash, and the stones were cracked.

So yeah, Grian had indeed fucked up.

“xB?” Grian asked, shaking. No reply, except the water lapping against the broken sides of his house. Grian could see no body, no xB lying around. “xB??” Grian called louder.

There was a wet shifting noise, like flesh slapped against glass. Grian looked down the steps. It was completely dark down there, as the candles had been extinguished, but that must be where he was.

“xB? We can talk about this!” Grian called, creeping into his storage room. A echoing clicking noise answered him, coming from everywhere. Like laughing.

A dull light caught Grian’s attention, and he turned to see a pair of bulbous yellow eyes staring right at him. But, wait, no, the eyes were on the opposite wall too. In fact, Grian realized as he turned on the spot, the glass was so reflective and clean in here, it was like the eyes were watching him from every pane. Something was watching him.

“xB this is crazy. Listen, dude, i am so sorry, and I’ll fix all the damage myself and get you whatever you need!” Grian held out his hands, revolving slowly so wherever xB was, he could see. Grian noticed that his skin looked a oily blue under the water. It was weird under here, not peaceful.

The weird clicking continued, almost like some kind of bug hunting it’s prey. Grian kept looking at the eyes. “What the hell is protecting this lake?” he muttered, heart pounding.

There was another noise, a wet growl, that scared the shit out of Grian. This one was easier to pinpoint. It was a drowned, swimming nearby. There was a blink, and the yellow eyes were gone from the panes of glass. Grian looked around, expecting to see something appear behind him, but there was nothing. The drowned growled again, and then the noise was cut off abruptly. Grian turned to see a huge dark creature floating where the drowned had just been. It had to be the size of one of xB’s walls. It was almost invisible in the nighttime water, skin made of dark blues and blacks, but there were pulsating golden veins of light all over it’s body. The thing turned to look directly at Grian with its bulbous yellow eyes. And that’s when he noticed that the thing had the drowned in its hands. Well, what was left of it anyway. It’s head was in one hand, and part of the body was in the other. And then thing was chewing, which was a pretty good indication of where the rest of it had gone.

Grian gasped, stumbling backwards and over a chest. The monster was still looking right at him, so powerful in it’s treading that water was splashing in from all sides. Grian had never wished that he could sleep away the night more then right now.

“W- what did you do with xB?” Grian tried to yell, but it came out as a whisper, so transfixed by the way the drowns blood spread from the creature’s mouth and into the water.

There was a low chuckle, and that sounded like xB. Minus the clicking that accompanied it. The creature looked amused, but just kept chewing.

“Wait… are you xB?” Grian gasped. The creature let go of the remains of the drowned and swam over to the wall where Grian was slumped. Grian stared at the thing. It grinned at him, showing rows and rows of sharp teeth, and then punched the glass wall, shattering it. Grian tried to shout, but it was no use. The thing, xB, grabbed Grian around the throat and dragged him into the water. Grian grabbed at the hand, trying to outpower it, but it was too slippery.

“There’s a conduit, you can breathe, stop resisting” xB’s voice rang directly in Grian’s head, like he lived there or something. Grian took a breath, best he could with a hand around his throat. “Now, didn’t I fucking tell you that bad shit was gonna happen if you fucked around?”

Grian nodded. Up close, he could see blood staining his lips, so he didn’t trust himself in speaking.

“Now,” xB continued in his mind, the creature that was also him bobbing his head, “you will be fixing this up real nice, isn’t that right?” By all means, xB’s voice was friendly. But it was a poisonous friendly. Grian nodded again. “Good, good.” xB said, and then they were moving, and Grian’s head broke the surface of the water. “Work fast, little bird.” xB said, and he let go of Grian’s neck.

Grian choked, collapsing to his knees and feeling his neck. The sun was rising now, a slow, orange morning. The destruction of xB’s base was terrible, an accident made worse in the light. Grian, after some time, looked into the water, but xB was gone. Perhaps he was camouflaged in the dark blue of the deeper parts of the lake. Perhaps he was still watching, bulbous yellow eyes hungry.

Grian started picking up loose blocks, making a mental note to tell anyone he knew not to mess with xB. “It’s always the quiet ones.” He muttered to himself. “I mean, they don’t always turn into carnivorous deep-sea monsters, but still.”