#and im sorry if the confessions here have made you feel unwelcome. you are more than welcome to express your feelings here

[naughtybg3confessions]

not a confession but regarding kinks scenarios etc implying poor hygiene and such concerning gortash: there's a huge issue i've seen brought up multiple times by turkish and middle eastern bg3 fans asking for people to be more sensitive and considerate about the racist stereotype of brown men looking and/or being dirty or smelly that's ignored over and over by the fandom. this isn't shaming anyone for kinks but it's something that needs awareness cuz it means something very different applied to other characters than it does with gortash. sometimes it's a genuine mistake of ignorance on their part but a lot of people are knowingly using it as an excuse for colourism and exoticism and it's important to listen when poc fans are literally pleading for people to stop calling the turkish man a dirty greasy rat. i mean no rudeness by sending this i just think it should be known and to help avoid future issues that might be encountered with running a blog like this

Let me start by saying I'm only part Turkish, so I'm coming from the place of someone who hasn't experienced discrimination in the same way. I honestly had no idea Gortash was intended to be Turkish, as Turkish names and words are used commonly throughout the game. But I can see the connection here, and it's awful that there are people out there saying such things with those intentions, and ignoring the people who are most affected by them.

I want to believe the average Gortash fan sees him as 'dirty' because of the yellow teeth, bloodshot eyes, bedhead, sloppily laced robe, and general evilness- though I guess it's also unfortunate that people associate poor character with bad hygiene. But I think he tends to attract fans who already have a particular set of kinks, and like me are probably wholly unaware of the implications. So, thank you for making us more aware. I'm not saying your experience isn't real, just agreeing with you that in some cases I don't think it's coming from a place of intentional racism. As I said, I was even clueless that Gortash was intended to be Turkish at all. I'm just not in the Gortash side of the fandom enough, I guess.

Exoticizing and bigotry are mentioned as explicitly against the rules here- I do my best to enforce this, but there are nuances to that I'm likely ignorant of. If anyone is talking about any character from that place- especially when POC are saying it's damaging- we as a fandom need to reflect on that, and not tolerate it. To anyone objectifying Gortash or any person with those intentions, you are not welcome here.

As for how I'm going to enforce this, I'm honestly not sure. I'm hesitant to blanket ban all stinky Gortash anons, since I allow those confessions for all the characters and banning them just for POC characters also has unfortunate implications, I feel. Anon or any POC followers, you are invited to weigh in on what you think I should do?

[phightingconfessions]

ik this isnt a confession but i had sooo much more to say about magical girls but i knew that ask wouldve been a mile long if i said Anything (they've been my special interest like all of my life..)

but pls pls im a huge nerd abt magical girls id love to hear abt ur ocs 🥺🥺🥺🥺

-🕷️

I LOVE MAGICAL GIRLS!!!!!! its a very passive interest for me but oughh i love magical girls so much as a concept... theyre so silly ive been meaning to watch more mg animes....... sailor moon and madoka magica i will always love u

IF I WENT ON ABT MY OCS THIS POST WOULD BE A MILE LONGoh my god i can put stuff under the cut EVERYONE IGNORE THE CUT IF YOU DGAF ABOUT MAGICAL GIRLS

the general concept for the world is What If Magical Girls Worked For The Government bc i feel like that is such an interesting concept.. like magical girls being public knowledge...... i wanna clean up some of the world lore first everythings been a very heavy wip but the plan is for it to be a public community kinda thing... almost like how scp is a community made project.... people can make their own mgs and play with them like touys....

i wanna flesh out the floaty guys and the worms more bc theyre the weakest point of this whole oc-verse but i havent had the brainpower to do so yet.... this world is almost 2 years old in december actually i forgot how long its been since i worked on this

to elaborate on the "by force" bit, one of my ocs (harvey kendall) literally woke up one day to attend classes and saw a mg charm on his desk and was like "ooohhh my god i just wanna finish out my major. why me of all people." bro thought being a magical girl was for one day!! he mad!!!!

heres some of the general most common groups and random lore bits for them, blood moon corp is still being thought over in my head bc i need to figure out more logistics for them

all of the groups are really neutral, the government will kill magical girls who arent actively working for them but still treat their employed magical girls with decent levels of respect and very good living situations, ssu is working towards a very good goal but theyre a bit too strict on how their magical girls can behave and have almost a puritan quality to them (most mgs that work for them arent THAT uppity, its most the senior mgs), rift is generally seen as the best option for rogues but they dont pay anything so its really a matter of if youre comfortable HAVING to work a day job and dropping it at a moments notice to go help out, blood moon corp is mostly normal outside of the using its dead members magic to resurrect an old mg (theyre also vaguely unwelcoming, most of them dont really like interacting with each other), rogue uncontracted offers genuinely no sort of support so its seen as the riskiest but you also dont have to adhere to any sort of rules or goals and can do whatever you want

and heres all of the current ocs :) (basil is mod rocket ive looped it into this universe by force)

soo!!! thats it!!!!!!! sorry for the lore dump i am so normal about my ocs im so normal im so [paces in a circle]

[hugheshugs]

im just a slut for like dbf!thom and just domestic fluff like obvi since briss is so busy with your brother constantly- maybe thom teaching you how to cook or something

contains: dbf!thom, food, cooking, their dynamic progressing :) this is a bit earlier into things

omg yes. okay this isnt as fluffy as ik we would have liked but this au is kinda depressing lol. also, briss is always cooking healthy shit so hunter doesnt get out of shape and you're just stuck eating it every time. so when thom asks you what you want to eat you're always like uhhh..

the first time thomas stayed the night and joined your family dinner, he was.. confused, to say the least. your dad used to eat healthy, sure, but not for the most part. not like he did now—so when he saw what brendan was feeding you and hunter, he could hardly believe his eyes.

that wasn't to say the food was bad, no, it was just a weird feeling to see that his best friend had changed more than he thought. however, he found it odd when it kept happening. how did your dad have the time to make 'healthy' home cooked meals everyday but not enough time to take care of you? it frustrated him.

so when brendan had asked thomas to take care of you for the night, he decided it was time to teach you how to cook something you actually liked to eat. not something he knew you pretended to like because you didn't want to get in trouble.

"y/n! come down here please."

you'd been laying on your stomach, legs propped up into the air as you scrolled through your phone. you heard his voice and your heart dropped before you scrambled to get up and run downstairs. his tone didn't sound angry but his words were enough to scare you nonetheless.

"don't run, ma belle," he warned, hearing your heavy footsteps creeping up on him.

you stopped, fingers coming up to your necklace as you anxiously fiddled with the pendant. his back was turned towards you as he began doing something in front of the stove.

"did i do something wrong? i'm sorry—"

"no," he quickly cut you off, whipping his head towards you. "you didn't do anything wrong. i just wanted you to help me cook dinner."

your lips parted. "oh."

it wasn't an unwelcomed feeling but a flutter of warmth leaped into your heart. as sad as it sounded, no one—your dad—had ever asked you to help them with anything as domestic as this. you always did what you were told, chores and all, but helping someone because they wanted your help was different.

and you hated how good it made you feel. it was bittersweet that it was him who asked.

"why don't you start by putting the pasta in the pot," he spoke slowly after a moment. "you do like pasta, right?"

"mhm," you nodded your head, stepping towards him to do as he instructed. "how much?"

"use your judgement."

you gave him a blank stare. "you trust me?"

"what?" his eyes crinkled at the sides. "of course i do. besides, if you make too much we can always eat it tomorrow."

this didn't help. you blinked at him rapidly, nerves creeping up your spine.

"i don't want to do anything wrong," you confessed.

"we'll do it together," he reassured, sensing your internal fear. you didn't trust yourself.

you held the box of dry pasta in your hand, hovering over the water boiling on the stove. he knew he shouldn't, but he placed his hand on top of yours and let the noodles fall in.

your eyes widened and you gulped at the feeling of his fingers on your skin. were you sweating because of him or the steam hitting your face? you couldn't tell as he moved your quivering hand away from the stove, letting go after doing so.

"so— um," he looked away nervously and walked over to the fridge. "you can grab a fork and stir it so they don't stick together. also, whenever you're making pasta make sure to salt the water a lot."

"totally didn't know that," you muttered shakily, grabbing a fork from the drawer.

he raised an eyebrow at your snarky remark, peaking his head out from behind the fridge to look at you. you didn't think anything of what you said so you didn't catch him looking at you, but he was surprised.

"didn't know you had it in you," he commented after grabbing what he needed.

"what?" you turned.

"sarcasm," the corner of his lip quirked upwards.

"you think you're funny."

"i think it's the other way around, mon chou. now let's get the sauce going."

"you always call me these names and i don't even know what they mean," you told him quietly.

he smiled. "you'll figure it out one day. alright, chop chop. grab the onions and garlic."

"... where are they?"

"have you not gone through the kitchen yet? you've been here like five times."

"that doesn't mean i'm gonna snoop through your things," you looked at him in confusion. what was he expecting from you?

"well i'm giving you permission to," he stated firmly. "turn my whole house upside down, i don't fucking care. just find the onions and garlic."

he laughed—almost giggled—at his last sentence and so did you, finding humour in his seriousness until the end.

--

"you know, your dad and i used to make this all the time back in college."

"is it really cooking if you're using premade pesto?"

he stopped pouring it in the pan and gave you a look. "oh, come on, y/n."

"i'm just saying," you held your hands up with a laugh.

he grinned, handing you the spoon to mix everything up as he leaned against the counter beside you. "do you know anything about your dad in college? everything we did?"

"nope," you shook your head with a shrug. "he always told hunter about it. i remember listening in on their conversations but i never got those talks."

the smile on your face was deceiving, he could tell. "do you care to know?"

"it always sounded really fun," you confessed, grabbing the pot of rotini.

"well, now we've got something to talk about over dinner, hm?"

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Breakfast in the Bed || Mike Wheeler x Reader

Day 3 of Fictober

Pairings: Mike Wheeler x [gn]Reader, Elmax

Fandom: Stranger Things (2016-)

Requested: Could you write a Mike x Reader fic where Mike and the rest of the party surprise the reader with breakfast in bed on their birthday and the reader accidentally confesses that she likes Mike? Or something like that, idk. Thanks!

A//n: Holy fuck, im so sorry this took a million years, but thank you loads for being so incredibly patient. It gets so hard sometimes, but know that I appreciate your guys' understanding and patience with me and I've always had every intention of getting it done cause I want to keep my promise to you guys 💞 i thought this was a cute request, and for a while I had this idea stuck in my head that made it kinda hard to write but then when I started writing, it took a different direction in a different tone but i think it helped. Its more of a funny chaotic kind of fluff rather than an typical "you like me?" cliche fluff. Either way I hope you like it and thanks again for being so patient and requesting!

Fictober Day 1: "you did this?"

[Not Really] Warnings: fluff, a Zathura reference. Elmax being adorable girlfriends

Key: f/b = favorite breakfast/fav.food

"Are you sure about this, man?"

"Shh!" Mike hisses, trying desperately to keep the tray in his hands balanced. "You'll wake Y/n!"

Lucas looks at his friend completely dumbfounded like the rest of the group, aside from El who clung to Max's arm with a perplexed expression and a party hat on her head.

"Dude," Lucas deadpans. "That's the whole point."

"You know what I mean," Mike huffs.

With some convincing from your head of house and some careful planning the night before, the party now found themselves in your doorway with your favorite breakfast. You were still out cold, head buried in your pillow and your limbs tangled messily in your sheets.

"Are you sure we even should be doing this?" Max asks in a whisper. "You know how Y/n feels about sleeping. And, ya know, I'd want to sleep in on my birthday."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Dustin eases with a smile, and a cheery tune. "It's us! And food. In bed!"

He steps out from behind Mike and enters your bedroom, and everyone watches wearily as he tiptoes to your bedside. You still hadn't moved, aside from the steady rise and fall of your body. Max's words played over in Mike's head and the more it did he couldn't help but realize she was probably right. He tried calling out to Dustin but it was too late. By the time the grinning boy had reached out to touch your shoulder it looked more as if he were poking a sleeping bear.

You groaned but never moved, and Dustin tried again.

"Dustin?" Will whispers uneasily. "Maybe, Max is right. Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Y/n~" Dustin sings in a low volume, and he begins shaking you more. "Y/n, wake up~! We've got a surprise for you~!"

You shift in your bed but again, show no signs of consciousness. Dustin looks over his shoulder at his friends, a bright smile overtaking his face.

"Guys, it's fine! Look," He turns back to you, shaking your shoulder again and missing the winces from your friends. "Y/n-"

Dustin stumbles back when your palm meets his face with a rough smack.

"Go away!" You exclaim, eyes screwed shut to block out all the invasive light that stung your vision.

You didn't quite know who all was there, all you did know was that people were in your bedroom and trying to wake you up.

"Why," you seethed, your voice low and gravelly from lack of use. "am I awake at,"

You roll over to look at the flickering red lights of your alarm clock, your eyelids fighting hard to stay open.

"six-thirty in the morning?"

Through your blurry vision you can make out all of the party standing in your room, looks of displacement written all over their faces. It's quiet for a moment as they struggle for words, until El breaks the silence with a party blower.

Max winces from her side, and sends a small smile to the brunette and in a small voice says to her. "Yeah, maybe not now, okay El?"

El winces, taking the party blower out of her hand and gives you a wide toothy smile. You didn't mind so much as you just wanted to give into what your body was telling you do; bury yourself under the covers and slip back into sleep.

You groan again, doing just that. You let your body fall back into the small nest you had unintentionally made for yourself but you knew the comfort was going to be short lived. And it was.

"Come on, Y/n," Lucas said, stepping into your bedroom, gesturing past Dustin who was still rubbing his nose, and over to Mike who timidly held the tray of f/b. "We made you breakfast."

They were met with silence. And no, they were not being ignored but you in fact were drifting back off.

"You can eat it in bed," Lucas added with a hopeful grin.

Your head picked up when you registered what your friend said. Your eyelids still felt they were made of magnets wanting to snap together but it was a little easier to fight it.

You were kinda hungry... And you wanted to spend today with your friends anyway.

You plastered on a sleepy smile, and turned to look at your friends through your half-lidded eyes as if you hadn't just scolded them.

"For me?" You asked in an exaggerated, sickly sweet voice that asked them to move on from it.

They all laughed nervously - again, apart from El who just seemed happy you were happy now.

"Yup," Lucas said. "We thought you deserved something special for your birthday, so we all decided to surprise you."

His voice was a bit uneasy, but your brain was still too foggy to comprehend it. So you just pulled yourself up into a sitting position against your pillows, readjusting your sleepshirt and pajama bottoms since they had shifted an uncomfortable amount throughout the night.

You smiled up at them all, feeling kinda guilty.

"Thank you guys," you said, with a genuine smile. "This is actually really nice. Here, you can come in,"

Mike seemed the most relieved out of all of them, and anxiously he stepped forward and headed for your bedside with the tray table full of food and drink. Max and El walked hand in hand to stand at the end of you bed, Max taking a seat on the end of the mattress to face you while El began playing with ends of her hair. Lucas and Dustin were further along the side of the bed to make room for Mike who carried the tray.

You bit the inside of you cheek a little, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes as you yawned.

"Sorry I hit you, Dustin," you say meekly, beginning to feel a bit silly about the whole thing.

He shrugs it off with a smile. "Eh, no worries. We'll be laughing about it later. Right, guys?"

He pat Mike's back in a playful - and forceful - manner, unintentionally throwing the balance off the tray. Not a single item stayed on the wooden tray, but was now splayed out all over your sheets and soaking through your shirt and pajama bottoms. You jumped back at the unwelcomed and highly uncomfortable sensation, gaping down at the mess you were now buried in. Slowly you look up to meet eyes with the party, particularly Dustin and Mike.

They looked as if they had crapped their pants.

Dustin's jaw hangs open for a moment, his entire body completely frozen. His right hand is wrenched up to point at Mike, who stares at the tray with glazed eyes, and his face completely crimson.

"It was all his idea!" Dustin squeaks.

Your fiery gaze meets Mike's terrified one, and his mouth parts as he begins sputtering. He was trying to summon an apology, or even an "it was an accident" but all he managed was a nervous, uncomfortable smile.

Your heart would have fluttered at his state had it not been for the meal that had just been dumped on you. You yank the sheets off of you, drops of what hadn't yet soaked completely in flew through the air and hit some of your friends and Mike backs away. He drops the tray from his hands when you climb out of bed with a look that could kill, wet chunks of food falling off of you and landing on the floor with slap.

"You did this?"

Sure, your best friend and long time crush had looped all your friends into coming over and surprising you for your birthday. But he also was the reason you not only lost a long morning of sleeping in, but were now wearing your breakfast and didn't have a warm bed to go back into when they left.

You're eyes narrowed at him. "You did this."

"I'm sorry!" He shouts, running out into the hallway.

"YOU'RE LUCKY I LIKE YOU WHEELER, OR YOU'D BE DEAD! NOW GET BACK HERE, AND CLEAN THIS UP!" You shout, running out right after him.

The remainder of the party stands awkwardly at your bedside where you left them.

Dustin laughs nervously. "That went well,"

Will gestured over his shoulder towards the hall, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Wait," he laughs. "Did Y/n finally just admit what I think Y/n just admitted?"

Max grimaced as she wiped away the remainder of food that had clung to her face, and flicked it away disgusted that she had been hit.

"Yup," Max says, popping the 'p'. "Didn't think I'd see the day, either."

[babiedeku]

Hello! If possible can I get a scenario with an oblivious reader who’s on a date with kyoujirou and giyū but she doesn’t know that it’s a date and thinks it’s like an outing between friends and they’re just like competing for affection and stuff? Later on she’ll like realize that it’s a romantic date and know that they both like her. It would be nice if it was nsfw (later) but if not that’s ok too!

hello anon and thank you for this request! im not that happy with this one, im sorry, anon :( but here’s what i thought of for this request! i hope you still enjoy though 🥺 - marianne

When Rengoku and Giyuu approached you with the invite of having dinner with them, you were more than happy to accept, seeing as to how nice it would be to spend time with them outside of the head quarters and be able to treat yourselves as well after all the grueling missions you’ve all been through the past few weeks.

Sitting in between them, you happily dug into your meal. “Thank you for inviting me out to dinner, and to this place, too!” Smiling at Rengoku and Giyuu.

“Giyuu recommended this restaurant because he heard that it serves your favorite dish, (Y/N)!” Rengoku said, his bright smile gracing his handsome face, and if smiles could blind you, this man has them.

Giyuu, sitting to your right, huffed. “Better than the ramen shop you wanted to try.”

Laughing, the boisterous man’s eyes gleamed with an emotion you couldn’t place. “Can’t blame a man for trying!”

“You didn’t try hard enough.”

“Oh,”  The banter between the two is unusual, mainly because they never banter. Trying to diffuse the situation, you jumped into the conversation. “It’s okay, what matters is that we’re all enjoying each others’ company, right?”

Despite the tension in the air, the smiles that both men gave you before they decided to eat dinner in peace and letting the conversation flow easily between everyone had satisfied you, thinking that that was the end to their unusual bantering.

But throughout whole night both men have been switching between bantering and one upping each other in trying to make you laugh or even just offering you their haoris the moment you’ve expressed your regret at leaving yours back in your room because of the chill that you’ve felt in the night as you all were walking home.

You were touched with their gestures, having been close to the both of them since you’ve joined their ranks as a hashira, and you admit that it is a little entertaining to see Giyuu take on Rengoku, but the sudden shift in their personalities and dynamics does have you wondering on what was going on.

Upon returning to home, you gave them both their haoris back - you three would still be at the restaurant if you hadn’t agreed to wear both of their haoris. “Thank you for tonight, boys.”

“I hope you enjoyed my company, (Y/N)” Giyuu said, a small smile gracing his usually stoic features and a softness in his usual aloof gaze.

“And mine!” Rengoku declared a little too loudly, grinning. Giyuu let out a sigh, blue eyes flitting briefly to look at the fiery hashira beside him.

Having enough of their odd behavior towards each other, you cocked your head to one side. “I had fun with both of you.” At that, both Giyuu and Rengoku perked up, smiles brighter. “But what has gotten into the both of you? You aren’t usually fighting.”

Giyuu seemed like he hadn’t heard  you, his face held no emotion but it the blush that dusted across his cheeks was a tell tale sign that he did in fact hear your question. Rengoku’s smile wavered a little, his usual bright eyes were now drowning in what seems to be fear, he recovered, but you didn’t miss that lapse in his facade.

“So silent all of a sudden?” You teased.

Sighing, Giyuu looked at you, his adorable blush still present. “I- we were seeing which one you like the most,” Averting his gaze the moment he’s said his piece.

Which one you like - ?

About to open your mouth, Rengoku spoke up, his smile was present but it didn’t reach his eyes like it normally did. “I apologize if Giyuu and I stepped out of line, we simply just wanted to make it a nice date,”

DATE?

Your stilled at their confession, mind suddenly thinking back to the countless times that they have really gone out of their way for you and how they have been more in tune with you as compared to anyone else in the corps. Were you really that blind and dense to have overlooked their affections, thinking that they were doing that because of your friendship, that they had to resort to this?

It still warmed your heart that they would go this far for you. And, whether or not you admit it, you’ve always had a soft spot for the both of them.

Taking your silence as a negative reaction, both hashiras bowed deeply, and apologized. “Gomen-nasai, (Y/N)-san.”

“Stand up,” You said, a smile had made it’s way to your lips. “do I really have to choose between the both of you?”

That definitely threw the into a loop the moment the words left your lips.

Being the first to recover, Rengoku spoke up. “We are not forcing you to choose, you can say no and Giyuu-san and I will respect -”

“I think you misunderstood, I don’t want to choose,” Touched at how they would be ready to set their feelings aside, making you feel warm all over.

“Polyamorous relationships are uncommon, but they are not unwelcomed,” Giyuu spoke, blue eyes a little brighter as a bigger smile graced his lips.

Rengoku looked like a light bulb went off in his head, finally catching up. “Oh!”  Scooping you and Giyuu into a bone crushing hug, he let out a laugh. “Y-you truly mean it?”

Giyuu wrapped his arms around you and Rengoku, his rarely seen smile enough to convey just how happy he was.

Humming, enjoying the warmth from both of your boys. “Now, why don’t we celebrate in bed? I think I have a lot of catching up and learning to do.”

[littlebitoffanfic]

Silent Confession

Fandom: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Relationship: Bubba sawyer/reader Request: I see you do Thomas Hewitt leatherface but would you be willing to do one for bubba where the reader is kidnapped and he saves her and keeps her hidden and safe Not many people in your position would be happy, that was safe to say. Trapped in the basement of the sawyers ‘house’, tied to the wall with little chance of escape. But you were. Because you knew you weren’t going to be killed. You weren’t being held down here as a way to stop you running because you were going to be food, no. it was because he was out and his family didn’t know you were down here. It started a little over a year ago, when you had been kidnapped. You were taken in the hope there would be a ransom, but they didn’t count on you not having any family nor did you had any close friends (because you preferred to keep yourself to yourself). You were starved and beaten by them and after 5 or 6 months, they gave up and decided to take you into a little known area of texas to kill you and leave you there. But they hadn’t counted on their tiers being ‘punctured’. You were locked in the boot the entire time, barley conscious and wishing yourself dead. “Shit, just do it here!” You heard one hiss to the other and then door slamming as the car moved slightly with their exit. Your heart had raced as you both dreaded and looked forward to your ‘freedom’. Then you heard it. A chainsaw. There was screams and cries for mercy from your captures. Instantly, you had known this might be an escape other than death and started to bang on the boot, crying out through your gag. There was a pause and then you heard the click of the lock and the boot was opened. Instantly you sat up, your hands tied in front of you still but being able to still up eased the pain a little. standing above you was a man. One you didn’t recognise. He was very big, both tall and broad, and with an apron on which was covered in red liquid. Blood? you didn’t care. In his right hand was a chainsaw which was covered in the same liquid. Your eyes fell on his head. His brown hair was long and messed up, giving the appearance that he might have just rolled out of bed, but on his face was a mask. It was strange to say the least. It looked like it was made from leather but from several different types. It had a nose, ears and eye and mouth holes. His lips behind the mask were parted lightly and you saw his tongue dart out and wet them but his eyes were filled with confusion and offered some compassion. With a shaking hand, he reached out to you and pulled the gag down from your mouth before his hand fell on your cheek. You glanced to the side and your eyes fell on the body of one of your captors. Or at least the two parts of it across the road. You felt the man tense, as if he thought you might start to scream, but you didn’t. “Thank you.” You muttered again and again, leaning into his touch. You raised your hands to take his as you started to cry between you mumbles of appreciation. You felt him lean down and place the chainsaw on the ground before pulling his other hand away from your cheek. He began to untie your hands, having to kneel on one knee to do it. His head was at the same level as yours and looking down at your hands. You don’t know what had came over you as you stared at this stranger. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to the top of his head before nuzzling into his shoulder. You felt him freeze once again and then the bindings fell away. Instantly, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. His shaking ones found your waist and you were lifted up and out of the boot. You felt the ground under your feet and pulled away, smiling up at him like he was an angle. And he was. He had rescued you. Bubba had never had anyone look at him like you did. He had never had someone lean into his touch like you had and he had never felt his heart jump into his throat like when you wrapped your arms around him. But he knew one thing; he wasn’t going to kill you. there was a grunt from the side and the two of you jumped to see the other captor struggling to his feet while leaning against the car. Well, foot. The other was chopped off at the knee. “Kill him?” You suddenly said, surprising both him and yourself. “Please, he hurt, he kidnapped me. I don’t care what you do to me, but please kill him” You begged, holding onto his arm as your captor twisted to look at you both. “You bitch!” He screamed, making you jump back and whimper, holding your hands up out of instinct. “Please!” You begged, tears streaming down your cheek as he started to scream insults at you. “Please please please…” You were cut off by the sound of a chainsaw starting and your eyes flew open to see your saviour walking towards the man with powerful and purposeful strides. the man started to scream as he fell backwards and the next thing you knew was the saw connect with his chest, shredding through the skin like paper. Laughter fell from your lips. You had been locked away for months, tormented by them and your sanity had swindled into nothing. Your giggled were only heard by Bubba when he turned off the saw, turning to look at you. laugher was one thing bubba wasn’t used to, at least like this. You weren’t laughing at him personally. It was what he had done for you. when your eyes met his, you rushed forward to wrap your arms around his torso. His bloodened hand came up to run through your hair. from then on, Bubba had kept you safe. He had snuck you into the basement of his home with Drayton and the twins Chop top and Nubbins, whos names you had learnt from the yelling you heard. You only learned Bubbas name when he was called up the next day. he saved you, and yet, you didn’t want freedom. Not like you used to. the feeling of rope on your skin was unwelcomely familiar, so when Bubba had (with apologetic eyes) tied your hands to the wall, you were fine. You smiled at him, still delirious from lack of food and water. You were tied in a back room of the ceiler which you had to turn 3 corners to get to and had a lot of hiding places. He returned with arms of things for you. 3 blankets, 4 pillows, a thick duvet, a brush and even some little cuddly toys. You smiled widely when they were dumped in front of you. “for me?” You had asked and when he nodded, you had kissed him on the cheek. you set up a ‘bed’ in the corner with your new items and ran the brush through your hair as Bubba sat and watched you in silence. this became common for the two of you. He loved just watching you. on a daily bases he would bring you things to keep you happy like books, magazines, knickknacks and anything he found. You were surprised he didn’t sleep in with you, but he had his own bed across the basement which was closer to the door. When he slept, he would tie you to the wall, but what he didn’t know was you could escape. His knots were a lot looser with you so you could easily slip out of them. But you didn’t. You felt connected to him and wanted to please him in ever way for saving you, so if keeping you here was what he wanted, you would stay. Even then, sometimes he would forget. His brothers would call him and he’d run up the stairs, forgetting to tie you up but he would return and you’d be sitting waiting for him with a smile. During the day, when everyone was out the house, Bubba would some time take you up stairs. He’d let you go into the garden and breath the fresh air as well as even letting you watch TV. You knew about the families ‘eating habits’ but you didn’t care. You would happily eat anything he gave you. Sometimes, victims would be tied up in the basement, but Bubba made sure to keep them as far away from you as possible. You learned about his deformity and showed him you didn’t care. You still cuddled into him and showed him affection, something he desperately craved. but things never went much further than cuddles and you pecking him on the cheek, something you quickly started to detest and you slowly fell more and more in love with the mute man. tonight was not much different than others. He sat beside you on your bed as you read a novel he had bought you a few days ago. you felt him nudge you and when you looked at him, he signalled to the book. “I don’t know, its okay.” You shrug, giving him an answer to his unanswered question of how it was. He gave you an apologetic look as he started to move away from you, taking it that the book was his fault. “Oh no, its not your fault.” You placed to book down and wrapped your arms around his arm. “You did wonderfully and im so grateful you brought me the book.” You smiled, cuddling closer to him. His arms looped around your shoulder, pulling you tightly into his embrace. “Im so glad you rescued me.” You mumbled, closing your eyes as you felt his arms lock around you. “I love you so much.” You felt his whole body stiffen and his arms dropped. Pulling back, you instantly realised your mistake as Bubba struggled to get away from you by getting to his feet. “Bubba?” You quietly called after him, scrambling after him. You managed to catch his hand, holding it with both your hands. He calmed at your soft touch. “Im sorry. I didn’t mean to say anything.” You whispered, hearing floorboard above creaking. You knew no one would come down here at this hour though. Bubba looked away from you, almost looking dishearten as he pulled his hand away from yours. he left your den in a hurry, and you didn’t know what he was going to do, but you knew he needed some space. Lying back on your bed, you couldn’t help but cry, worried for your future in the house and with him. Covering your face with the covers, you held your hand over your mouth to stifle the sound. Eventually, you seemed to drift into a sleep. ------------time skip ---------------- You were gently shaken away by two big hands. Yawning, you sat up, your body confused because you hadn’t been sleeping for long and it was still dark out. But Bubba was kneeling beside your bed. the memory of your accidental confession flooded back to you and you nearly jumped into his arm, relieved to see him. But when you looked at his hands, you saw he was holding a book. It was the one you had read a couple of weeks ago and had actually read it aloud to him. He had a page open and you could see something was circled with red pen. “Bubba, you okay?” You asked, crawling out from under the covers to kneel in front of him. He nodded eagerly before thrusting the book forward to present the page to you. The chapter he had open was the confession of two lovers before a war. Circled, about half way down the page, was “I love you also, my dear.” You read and reread the passage, your heart jumping to your throat as you blinked before looking up at him. “You love me?” You ask. Bubba instantly nodded, but you still couldn’t quite believe it. “You’re in love with me?” you ask again, as if expecting a different answer. Again, he nodded, closing the book over and pointing at the cover which was the picture of the two lovers kissing. For a brief moment, you couldn’t breath as you smiled. Your pulse was racing and your heart beating so hard you could feel it in your chest. bubba signalled again to the cover then between you both, looking a little bashful as he did. It took a moment for what he was doing to click. “You want to kiss me?” You ask, earning a shy nod. Smiling, you moved closer to him. He quickly reached out for you, his hands find their way to your hips. He still wore his mask, but you decided that it would have taken so much for him to admit how he felt, you didn’t want to push him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. Surprisingly, his lips were very soft and welcoming. He instantly leaned against you, his whole body shivering as he got his first kiss. You couldn’t but smile into the kiss, feeling how eager he was to please you. you ran one of your hands down his chest and felt his heart hammering against his ribs, almost as fast as you. “Bubba! Get up here! Someone just pulled up in a truck askin’ for directions and I aint in the mood to deal with him myself!” Drayton called down, making you both jump apart but you knew he couldn’t have seen you. Bubba banged on the floor, showing he had heard and you heard Drayton walk away. As Bubba stood up, you took the book that had fallen to the ground during the eager kiss and placed it under your pillow, smiling. You looked up to see Bubba beaming down at you before a call from his brother again cause him to leave you. You knew he would come back. The second he could race back to you for another kiss he would. You lay down in your bed, able to slightly feel the book under your head. Pulling it out, you flicked to the page with the words he had circled. His silent confession.