#I was so shaken and horrified

[parlerenfleurs]

One of my new neighbour has, I think, two young kids, and at least one of them is crying basically every day.

And I'm reminded of my own childhood, and, even more, I'm thinking of No Home, and of Haejoon telling Eunyung that his mom would call social services on their neighbours even if their kid was just crying too often. This scene struck me.

And. Yeah. No jokes this casual traumatising needs to stop, and perhaps we should call social services on people more often.

Maybe it would have helped us if someone had.

[wolfriver777]

once again inspired by @digitalstowaway 90's sitcom au, specifically their fanfic that mention's Jin Guangyao having an after school job. im not exactly sure what his after school job is. but my brain immediately jumped to supermarket cashier, we all know he's a customer service girlie ToT

[ ref in reblog via @ribloop ]

[camellcat]

do you understand the absolute disappointment it was to first watch Teen Wolf, see Scott had asthma, and then he doesn't. like, damn. my only good representation is in a fucking book about cats, and the only reason that bitch had asthma was from smoke inhalation that literally ruined his life.

[stromblessed]

Mizu, femininity, and fallen sparrows

In my last post about Mizu and Akemi, I feel like I came across as overly critical of Mizu given that Mizu is a woman who - in her own words - has to live as a man in order to go down the path of revenge.

If she is ever discovered to be female by the wrong person, she will not only be unable to complete her quest, but there's a good chance that she'll be arrested or killed.

So it makes complete sense for Mizu to distance herself as much as possible from any behavior that she feels like would make someone question her sex.

I felt so indignant toward Mizu on my first couple watchthroughs for this moment. Why couldn't Mizu bribe the woman and her child's way into the city too? If Mizu is presenting as a man, couldn't she claim to be the woman's escort?

However, this moment makes things pretty clear. Mizu knows all too well the plight of women in her society. She knows it so well that she cannot risk ever finding herself back in their position again. She helps in what little way she can - without drawing attention to herself.

Mizu is not a hero and she is not one to make of herself a martyr - she will not set herself on fire to keep others warm. There's room to argue that Mizu shouldn't prioritize her quest over people's lives, but given the collateral damage Mizu can live with in almost every episode of season 1, Mizu is simply not operating under that kind of morality at this point. ("You don't know what I've done to reach you," Mizu tells Fowler.)

And while I still feel like Mizu has an obvious and established blind spot when it comes to Akemi because of their differences in station, such that Mizu's judgment of Akemi and actions in episode 5 are the result of prejudice rather than the result of Mizu's caution, I also want to establish that Mizu is just as caged as Akemi is, despite her technically having more freedom while living as a man.

Mizu can hide her mixed race identity some of the time, and she can hide her sex almost all of the time, but being able to operate outside of her society's strict rules for women does not mean she cannot see their plight.

It does not mean she doesn't hurt for them.

Back to Mizu and collateral damage, remember that sparrow?

While Mizu is breaking into Boss Hamata's manse, she gets startled by a bird and kills it on reflex. She then cradles it in her hands - much more tenderly than we've seen Mizu treat almost anything up to this point in the season:

She then puts it in its nest, with its unhatched eggs. Almost like she's trying to make the death look natural. Or like an accident.

You see where I'm going with this.

When Mizu kills Kinuyo, Mizu lingers in the moment, holding the body tenderly:

And btw a lot of stuff about this show hit me hard, but this remains the biggest gut punch of them all for me, Mizu holding that poor girl's body close, GOD

When Mizu arranges the "scene of the crime," Kinuyo's body is delicate, birdlike. And Mizu is so shaken afterward that she gets sloppy. She's horrified at this kill to the point that she can't bring herself to take another innocent life - the boy who rats her out.

MIZU'S ONE MOMENT OF SOFTNESS AND MERCY, COMING ON THE HEELS OF HER NEEDING TO KILL A GIRL TO SPARE HER THE WORST FATE THAT THIS RIGID SOCIETY HAS TO OFFER WOMEN, AND TO SPARE A BROTHEL FULL OF INNOCENT WOMEN WHO ARE THE CASTOFFS OF SOCIETY, NEARLY RESULTS IN ALL OF THEIR DEATHS

No wonder Mizu is as stoic and cold as she is.

And no wonder Mizu has no patience for Akemi whatsoever right before the terrible reveal and the fight breaks out:

Speaking of Akemi - guess who else is compared to a bird!

The plumage is more colorful, a bit flashier. But a bird is a bird.

And, uh

Yeah.

I like to think that Mizu killing the sparrow is not only foreshadowing for what she must do to Kinuyo, but is also a representation of the choice she makes on Akemi's behalf. She decides to cage the bird because she believes the bird is "better off." Better off caged than... dead.

But because Mizu doesn't know Akemi or her situation, she of course doesn't realize that the bird is fated to die if it is caged and sent back home.

Mizu is clearly not happy, or pleased, or satisfied by allowing Akemi to be dragged back to her father:

But softness and mercy haven't gotten Mizu anywhere good, recently.

There is so much tragedy layered into Mizu's character, and it includes the things she has to witness and the choices she makes - or believes she has to make - involving women, when she herself can skirt around a lot of what her society throws at women. Although, I do believe that it comes at the cost of a part of Mizu's soul.

After all, I'm gonna be haunted for the rest of this show by Mizu's very first prayer in episode 1:

"LET" her die. Because as Ringo points out, she doesn't "know how" to die.

Kind of like another bird in this show:

[captain-amadeus]

Biggest uh oh moment when Eus demolishes one of Slick's or Grey's rooms (he did it on purpose)

[yanderenightmare]

Bakugou Katsuki

♡ TW: omegaverse, size difference, somewhat subjugating omega politics, old-fashioned high-class politics of sorts

♡ GN reader

Bakugou doesn't tell people about his home life, so you can imagine the Bakusquad’s utter surprise when they invite themselves over only to find out he has a little omega housewife waiting for him.

“Oh, hello,” you say when the four additional Alphas pour in through the door after your Katsuki.

They all look at you unblinking. The biggest one, a redhead, doesn’t seem all that surprised—as though he’d had some suspicion that’s now been laid to rest. But the other three, an electric blond, a guy with raven hair, plus a woman with cotton candy curls, look at you as if they’d just stumbled upon a mouse in a lion's den—all slightly horrified at the sight of you.

Your alpha, the tightly wound grump seething with annoyance, stomps over to you and plants a quick kiss on your hairline. “They just barged in,” he grumbles under his breath. “Sorry if we scared you.”

You hum calmly in turn, “That’s okay. I heard you yelling in the driveway, so I wasn’t surprised.”

The four members of the Bakusquad are all gobsmacked at the domestic sight—the boss, their boss, their hard-headed macho boss, bending over and apologizing to this little omega half his size.

“Are you hungry?” you ask, peaking over the breadth of his hunched shoulders to the others with a warm smile on your pretty face. “I just finished dinner.”

“No,” Katsuki growls grumpily and winds his arms around you—like an old, tired dog, voice gruff, “Uninvited intruders don’t get my dinner.”

You only giggle it off, brushing his stubble with a soft hand, gently handling him further down to your level so you could place a kiss on his other cheek. “Oh, stop, Katsuki. Be nice to your friends.” 

Then you walk off to the kitchen.

Calling out sweetly over your shoulder, “I went a little overboard, so there’s more than enough for everyone.”

And by god, if they don't fall in love with you right then before they’ve even got a single word out.

But love at first sight isn't all so strange. None of them have ever seen an Omega outside of on film—much less been hit with the scent of one. They're all bewitched and confused at the feeling as they trail after you as if they've been compelled by some higher power.

"Please sit," you smile, gesturing to the long table where only two seats have been made. "Katsuki, hon, help me, please"

They all scoot into each their unplaced seat while your big lousy Alpha begrudgingly helps set the table for the unwanted dinner guests. They remain silent as you serve them like the perfect homemaker—all crimson-cheeked and ashamed at how they sniff after you as you pass them by.

You sit just as brightly despite the awkward tension. "Please, enjoy."

They all obey, eating in utter silence—every single one of them trying hard not to stare—and all failing miserably.

Kaminari's the first to speak, having been left shaken by curiosity he no longer could contain.

"So... did he kidnap you, or?"

It's a fair question to some extent. Omega's are a dime a dozen, all regulated strictly by protective institutions. You can't just find one to mate like in the old days. You need to apply for one and be vetted—not to mention they cost a fortune.

"Denki!" Kirishima whisper-shouts in admonishment, shaking his head from across the table.

"What? I'm I the only one who's thinking it?" he throws his hands up and defends.

Katsuki's fist strains around his fork, but you lay your mit atop his, and he calms down shortly.

“Don't worry, Mitsuki and Masaru made the arrangements and paid the dowry," you giggle, running your hand through your Alpha's ashen hair with fondness in your eyes. "I was a graduation present of sorts. They worried Katsuki wouldn't take care of himself once he started working and thought having a mate might help him with his busy day.”

If Katsuki appreciates you spilling his business like that, he doesn't say anything about it—just continues eating.

Denki sighs and sags in his chair. “I always knew Bakugou’s folks were loaded. How nice...”

Sero grins, “Your jealousy is showing.”

Denki pouts, “I’m not exactly tryna hide it.”

"Yeah..." Mina pipes up. "Can't deny I'm jealous, too."

Sero's grin falls as well with his confession, "Yeah, me neither, actually."

You keep smiling sympathetically, "Well, you're all welcome here—I don't mind the extra company."

"Really?" Denki lights up.

Mina and Sero, too—in awe and in unison, saying, "She's an angel."

"Get yer own," Katsuki grumbles. "Now shut up and finish your food. Then you're leavin'—all of you."

"Oh, come on, man," Denki whines. "Have a little pitty for your fellow Alphas."

"Let's stay respectful, guys," Krishima buds in lightheartedly. "Think about what you're asking."

Then, rethinking the conversation, the other three all realized how it had sounded, even though they hadn't meant it that way. And they all blush even darker than before.

And still, you just smile—alphas are all so cute.

Especially your hyper-protective one.

♡ prequel ♡ BAKUGOU KATSUKI masterlist ♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[wonderjanga]

Code-Switching

Billy code-switches every now and then and doesn’t even realize it.

Marvel: *talking in his normal voice to Mary*

Reporter: *pops out of nowhere with a camera man behind her* “Captain Marvel we’d like to discuss with you today about the recent incident with Sivana.”

Marvel: *almost immediately switches to a transatlantic accent* “Of course!”

Reporter: *almost gets whiplash from how fast he switched* “Right, well could you fill us in on the details?”

Marvel: “Sure I can.” *starts talking with the accent and even using old-timey lingo*

Reporter: *walked away from the interview only knowing barely half of what happened cause she could barely understand half of the things he said*

Fawcitizens: “Ah yes. I see.” *understood perfectly*

The reporter wasn’t originally from Fawcett and came after to time bubble so she could get the latest scoops on Marvel.

or

Marvel: *comforting an abused kid with the absolute kindest and most compassionate look on his face*

Abused Kid: *crying*

Marvel: *picks kid up and gives them to their mom and heads over to the Abusive Dad*

Abusive Dad: “What’re you looking at, asshole?!”

Marvel: *kind ahh smile immediately fades and proceeds to promise to do the most torturous and gruesome things to the man*

Police: *look away like the aren’t hearing a thing*

Marvel: *looks back to the kid and is smiling again. Gives the kid a little wave*

or

He was under the effects of a magic spell that was supposed to mimic the effect of being drugged.

Marvel: *nearly passed out on the floor, family guy style*

Flash: “Oh my god!” *rushes over and leans down, shaking Marvel a lot* “Cap, are you okay?!”

Marvel: *thinks Wally is Freddy and frog blinks at him, annoyance crossing his face at being shaken* “Freddy, get the fuck offa me.” *literally puts his hand on Flash’s face and pushes it away*

Flash: *a little gobsmacked cause he’s never heard Marvel curse before* “Wha-”

Marvel: “Now, get outta here. Or I’ll beat you.” *shakes his fist at him before making a dismissive gesture with his hand* “Shoo shoo.” *promptly passes out*

Flash: *doesn't know how to feel about the friendliest guy he knows telling him he’ll beat him* “Alright buddy.” *helps him up and makes the long trek to a zeta tube so he can get Marvel to the medbay*

When Marvel woke up…

Flash: “Cap, you’re awake! Are you feeling better now?”

Marvel: *sits up in the cot he’s in* “Uh… yeah I’m fine.”

Flash: “You sure…? Cause, I mean, you were saying some pretty interesting stuff back there.”

Marvel: “What stuff? Did I say something weird?” *praying to the gods that he didn’t accidentally reveal his identity*

Flash: “Kinda?”

*silence*

Flash: “Yousaidyou’dbeatme.” *says super fast*

Marvel: “WHAT?” *sounds horrified* “Oh my Gods, I’m so sorry?!”

Flash: “It’s fine! It’s fine! It’s just who in the world is Freddy? And what did he do to warrant you telling him that you’d beat him for stopping you from trying to sleep??”

Marvel: “Uh…” *doesn’t really have much of an excuse other than that’s just how Freddy and him talk to each other*

Billy spent the rest of the day avoiding Flash’s questions.

[reikoknshii]

🩸 scarlet..milk? 🥛

Doppelganger Francis Mosses (Milkman) x Reader

500+ words

Requested by; @FoxxyyThePirateFox in wattpad

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You're a newly Hired Doorman for a Apartment thats owned by D.D.D. It'll be fine, well thats what the D.D.D. operators said to you before you get started.

You opened the list of residents thats supposed to arrive.

' Angus Ciprianni '

' Nacha Mikaelys '

' Izaack Gauss '

' Arnold Schmicht '

'I can do this...i think?' You said to yourself as you breathed in and out before opening the metal door.

First thing to arrive shocked you, Its those twin models whom you saw in the magazine.Except...they only had a Giant Razor teeth on their face.

You didn't spend a minute to check their Documents as their appearance already proved they're not the real ones. You immediately click the emergency button and called the D.D.D. cleaning services.

"Does that mean ill...have to face more of those?" You asked to yourself as this job surely need intense observation, you don't want to let one in and let it kill the innocent lives of the apartment residents.

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You've seen... 4 doppelgangers that look horrifying, except for one, The Peach guy seem abit scary but they only said peach and nothing more.

You checked the list and hoped the one's you let in are the actual resident, you don't want to die just yet by your stupid decisions and weak observation.

You slump to your seat and groaned on the files you're holding. "Almost time, just a few more guest and ill close the entrance" you reassured yourself as you composed a brave and determined look.

"Mm...hello"

A voice said as you look up from the files and almost dropped it. "JESUS- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?-"

you questioned the milkman who stayed silent for abit before answering. "I seem to have covered myself with scarlet milk..mm.."

You dart your eyes on his ID and Entry request, as he stared intensely at you through the protected glass window.

"I...never heard of it" you said nervously about the 'Scarlet milk'.

"I assure you...its a better version of the milk we had" he said creepily as he showed a jug of a red substance labeled as 'Milk'. He smiled in an eerie way as you shivered in fear , getting goosebumps from his behavior.

"I seriously dont think thats milk-"

Your eyes went wide as he opens the jug of scarlet 'milk' and drinks it in front of you. The substance dripped from his mouth to his neck , he pulled the jug away and smiled widely through the protected glass window. The so called milk staining more of his milkman uniform as he slammed his fist on the window.

"L̸̖̽̌͂ẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ḿ̬̏ͤͅẹ̿͋̒̕ ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍.."

You shrieked in fear as you slammed the emergency button from his creepy behavior, you were sure thats not the real Francis Mosses. The metal cover shut in front of him as he repeatedly bang his fist on the covers.

"Ỵ̛̖͋͢/ṇ̤͛̒̍...l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ḿ̬̏ͤͅẹ̿͋̒̕ ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍, l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ḿ̬̏ͤͅẹ̿͋̒̕ ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍...L̸̖̽̌͂Ḛͭ̉̇͟T̨͈͗̌ͥ M͉̅ͮ͒ͤḚͭ̉̇͟ I̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅ" said the doppelganger as you called the D.D.D. cleaning Services immediately out of fear.

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You were shaken by the current occurrences, your eyes darting everywhere from the window as your hour of  work shift ends. You closed the metal cover and got out of the office you're in, on the entrance window you see the blood covered jug on the floor and a small note...

"I'm watching you...."

[raining-anonymously]

i really really appreciate how much the mouthwashing gameplay emphasizes that curly is still a feeling human person after the crash. he reacts to every single thing that happens around him. he makes decisions. he changes his behavior as the game progresses. these subtle details are everything to me. he’s not a prop.

CW for discussion of medical abuse, forcefeeding, torture, gore, autocannibalism, basically everything curly experiences in-game

“he doesn’t want to keep still any more.” our first line in curly’s presence. anya doesn’t say “he won’t keep still anymore,” she says he doesn’t want to. this diction provides a sharp contrast to jimmy, whose only acknowledgment of curly’s desires comes up when he puts words in curly’s mouth, while anya observes curly’s body language to extrapolate what he actually wants and needs. she considers him a person, just as the player is meant to; jimmy does not.

the progression of the pills scenes. in the first one, he’s in about as little pain as we see him. he just chokes it down.

in the second pills scene, anya is late on giving him the pills and he’s clearly in great pain, crying, tossing and turning even though that probably just hurts him more. i do think the way the crying can be heard through the entire ship is jimmy’s auditory hallucination, but it was loud enough to wake jimmy up from the lounge. when jim actually does give him the pills, curly briefly resists, but after that first hit, he cries out in pain and then gives this strangled “huh?” before the beating continues. he cries out a couple more times before realizing jimmy wants him to be quiet, and he stops crying out, lets jimmy give him the pills, and sobs quietly before going silent.

in the third pills scene, curly seems to be trying not to make noise or resist. he still sobs after the pills go down and falls quiet after.

after anya’s and daisuke’s deaths, curly lies so still and quiet that i’ve witnessed multiple players be shocked that he’s still alive when his chest moves.

and the infamous laughter… that’s definitive proof that curly isn’t just reacting to stimuli like pain (which would not make him less of a person, for the record) but actively observing and thinking about the events around him.

when jimmy picks curly up. despite the fact that having his burns pressed against another person would be excruciating, curly does not react. just breaths hoarsely and keeps his eye locked on jimmy — until he ends up on the table surrounded by the corpses. then, and only then, does his breath get panicky, and he starts to cry softly.

cutting the leg. my goodness, those screams. incredible voice acting, first of all, but it really stands out to me that it isn’t a terrifying, inhuman scream. it’s very human, very desperate and pained, mixed with heaving, awful sobs. and afterward? curly’s so shaken that he’s visibly moving his jaw on his own as he gasps for breath. and the look in his eye…

in the force feeding scene — which, in my mind, was a hallucinatory version of real events — curly is silent and still. he only moves or cries out when he’s forced to via vomiting or the wheels turning (though the latter is likely imagined). he doesn’t react to anything else. doesn’t even hold up his head. but he gives these pained cries when the wheels turn, and this draws awareness to how he’s being treated as a prop here with intention. he’s being dehumanized, reduced to an object, but we as the player are painfully aware that this is a person. he’s not reacting more because he’s shutting down from all the trauma he’s experienced.

and i have a lot in my head about the juxtaposition of curly POV scenes with jimmy interacting with post-crash curly scenes. they’re often perfectly timed to remind you that the person on the cot, on the table, or in your arms is the same man who you were a minute ago, and vice versa.

just. man. mouthwashing emphasizes curly’s humanity at every corner, and that makes his story so much more horrifying.

i really like this game and i really like that it displays a disabled character being dehumanized by the player character while also emphasizing to the player that this is not right.

[curseofbreadbear]

[Cassie's yelling caused Gregory to flinch, and she felt a whopping pang of regret -- she was upset, but she shouldn't have raised her voice. Not around him. There was a reason he'd hated the foster care system; she found new ways to recognize his hurt every day, with every conversation, and it made her heart ache. At least he had Freddy...but at what cost?]

[After her long-winded rant, Gregory quietly, shamefully admitted the truth -- he hadn't considered the long-term effect of his actions. He reiterated that he thought they deserved it, that his vengeful actions would solve his problems. Again, Cassie couldn't really wrap her mind around that mindset...but as she'd just been reminded, Gregory had been through a lot.]

[Moreso than she'd thought, too. Her eyes widened in shock and horror as he referenced a cruel one-liner from Roxy; she'd never say anything like that. Even in the aftermath of everything, she'd never thrown a degrading insult Cassie's way, or even in Gregory's way -- she'd had ample opportunity when Cassie had needed to lure her away with her cousin's voice, but she said nothing. Had all of the animatronics been so ruthless...?]

[Cassie bit her lip and lowered her gaze. Of course Gregory had reacted so violently to hearing that "nobody would miss him." Worse yet, he said it felt true -- but it wasn't. Cassie would have. Her dad would have. She'd gone through Hell tonight just to bring him back safe and sound, even if it hadn't necessarily panned out.]

[It wasn't them talking -- Gregory seemed to realize that now, at least, even if it had been delayed. He dejectedly added that he didn't know how to fix any of it, or how he could make it right...thankfully, figuring out how to make amends ( in this scenario, anyway ) was Cassie's department. She'd fixed some of them tonight -- she'd rebooted the attendants, given Chica her voice back...and now that the animatronics were back to normal, if he showed remorse and tried to help, she was sure that he wouldn't be "enemy number one" in their eyes.]

❝ ...Don't say that. I'm sorry, Gregory. ❞ [Cassie gently squeezed his shoulder, trying to reassure him.] ❝ I-I just...I didn't understand. I kinda do now. I'm...sorry she said that to you. For what it's worth, she was wrong. I'd miss you -- I did miss you while you were gone. I thought you might've been missing, or worse...I... ❞ [The "missing" posters from the augmented version of Roxy Racers flashed through her mind; she'd questioned a lot about the VANNI network, but she realized now that its twisted contents had reflected her fears and insecurities. Everything in Roxy Racers had practically been designed to hurt her, especially as she deactivated the nodes there, but it had probably been her own fault.]

[Cassie sniffled, willing the tears away. Not now.] ❝ ...You would be missed, Gregory. Don't ever doubt that. I still don't think you dealt with the problem in the best way, but...at least you get that now, right? ❞ [Speaking of which...]

❝ On the bright side...I think I know how to fix this. I've had to help them a few times now -- Sun and Moon needed me to reboot them, and I found Chica's voice box... ❞ [Through an arcade game, but...that counted, didn't it? She had to wonder how it even got there when Freddy supposedly had it. Maybe it was a spare?] ❝ Um, point is -- you were kinda right. They can be repaired, but I think that we'll have to be the ones to repair them. Plus, if you help, I think they'll find it in themselves to forgive you. We were both their friends before...well, everything. ❞ [...Which perhaps made it worse for the animatronics. Cassie had also been ( falsely ) betrayed by him, so...she understood the pain of a close friend suddenly turning on you.]

On instinct, Gregory flinched at her raised voice, stepping back and cowering. Fitting, considering he currently felt like the biggest coward there was. Every word Cassie spoke stung more than the last, questioning his motives with an incredulous tone. "I..." He trailed off, wishing he could say anything that would justify his reasons. But there was simply nothing he could say.

(Once, he would have argued, insisting that he did what he had to do to survive. He would have said the animatronics got what they deserved, or that it had to be done to bring Vanny's reign of terror to an end. Even now, a bitter part of him whispered that it was only fair, virus or not.)

But his overall mindset had changed, his justifications becoming more and more feeble overtime. Freddy was more than capable of protecting him without the extra parts, as helpful as they could be. Gregory himself had weapons that temporarily disabled rather than inflicting catastrophic damage. Ultimately, it had been revenge that drove his actions. He had wanted them to hurt as much as he had, deal with the same shit hand that life had dealt him. Now look where that had landed him. An eye for an eye truly does make the whole world blind.

His guilt only grew as his cousin continued her rant. Roxy had begged Cassie for her eyes. She had still thought it had to be him, lurking around the building - was she even aware how long it had been since Gregory had been trapped? Months had passed since that night. That...added a new sort of hellish layer to the whole situation. While he had been able to escape and begin healing, no matter how slow the progress, Roxy and the others were still trapped in the night that started it all. He had always assumed the company would come back for them - they were cheap, shouldn't they have tried to recover whatever they could?

"...No." He admitted in a shame-filled whisper. "I didn't think about that. I...I thought they deserved it, if anything. When I saw those blueprints in Parts and Service... Well, they had been trying to hurt me all night, in more ways than one. I didn't know it was the virus making them act out. Maybe I should have known, but in the moment, it just felt like everything was turning on me, and I wanted to fight back."

He could still remember what had been the action that made him pull the trigger, so to speak. "While hunting me down, they taunted me. I remember...Roxy told me that no one would miss me when I was gone. Shit, it hit a nerve, okay? I know it doesn't justify what I did. I know. But it hit harder than any injury I got, because it felt true."

Now it was Gregory's turn to feel the sting of tears in his eyes. Fuck. He turned away to try to hide them from Cassie, digging his nails into his palms. "But it wasn't really them talking. It wasn't...really Roxy saying that. The virus twisted their personalities, whether I knew that or not. And by the time that sunk in, it was months later. I don't know how to fix any of this. I don't know how to make any of this right, o-or if I even can. I'm such a piece of shit. I'm so sorry."

[cntloup]

Mafia!Simon x Bartender!Reader implied rape, the aftermath

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“Hey, love. You have to eat something. Please. Just a bit. Try for me, yeah?” he says, sitting beside you on the bed where you’re lying, drowned in your thoughts, you can barely make out what he’s saying. 

It's all just a blur, all the sounds and images. The world around you feels all foggy. 

“What?” you ask, shaken out of your trance and you begin to come back by the sound of his voice calling out to you. 

He raises the bowl in his hand and you get the message, “ ‘m not hungry.” you say in a weak voice and turn your back to him. 

“I'll leave it here in case you wanted to eat.” he says, disappointed and heartbroken that you have turned down the food again. 

He reluctantly opens the door and takes a last glance at your form before leaving the room. 

You haven’t eaten properly for days. You have no appetite. And there’s the gnawing nausea at the pit of your stomach that keeps it churning constantly. 

Silent tears cascade down your face as you lay down on the bed for hours, bearing no energy to move a muscle. 

He sits on the couch with a half-empty bottle of whiskey, furious at the monsters who did this to you, frustrated at himself for not knowing what to do, how to help you. 

His heart shatters into pieces as he sees you slowly wither away right before his eyes. 

He's gone through the same horrifying thing long ago and he starts digging in the depths of his mind to find something. Something that would somehow help you. 

And it dawns on him that you just need someone by your side, not someone to jump in and ‘fix’ it, but someone who is there to listen and hold your hand as you process the whole thing and move forward at your own pace. 

He never had someone like that. And it just now occurs to him how much he needed it. So he decides to be that person for you. 

He enters your room once again after a few hours, “Love?”, “Hmm?”, “Do you want to go out? We can get something to eat too.” 

You turn to face him from your lying position, “Yeah, I'd like that.” you respond after thinking for a while. 

“I need to take a shower.” you say as you struggle to get off the bed. He stretches his arms to help you, but stops and looks into your eyes, waiting for your approval. 

You nod and he gently slings an arm around you to help you get on your feet and step into the bathroom. 

He starts to leave the room, but stops when you call him, “Yeah?”, “Can you... can you stay by the door until I finish up in here?” you ask sheepishly, “Yeah. Ok. ‘course, love.” he replies and sits outside by the door, his mind racing a million miles an hour. 

Until you step out of the bathroom, “Thanks, Si!”, “ ‘s no bother, love.” 

He leaves to let you have some privacy and waits for you on the couch to get ready. 

You trudge on down the stairs in your oversized hoodie and baggy pants, “Ready?” he asks, “Yeah.” you say with a faint smile, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, the simple gesture making his heart flutter. 

You drive around the city for some time, the cool breeze caressing your skin and the faint sound of music bring a soft smile to your face. 

You stop by your favorite place. Even though you still can barely eat, you try to get some food into your stomach after some coaxing on his part. You know you need nourishment, even the small amount you can stomach right now is better than nothing. 

“Good girl!” he praises after you take a few bites, “I can’t anymore though!” you say, almost ashamed to disappoint him, “It’s ok. I'll tell them to wrap it up for you.” he says with a smile that’s only reserved for you. 

“I’m proud of you, dove.” he utters when you both walk to his doorstep, “Thank you. Couldn't have done it without you.” you say as you stop to face him by the door, a lovely smile dancing on your lips and your eyes glinting again, not as bright as before, but it’s a step nonetheless. 

And you open your arms and step closer to him. He takes you in his arms, nearly shedding tears as he finally embraces you after so long. 

[konigsblog]

has no one thought about Konig x Reader x Kurguer? i mean imagine getting kidnapped by TWO austrian hotties with masks?! like please put me in your basement and play with me silly!!!

anon, i have a lot of posts about könig & krueger being kidnappers that i think you'd love... (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

and god, thinking about the punishments kidnapper-krueger forces könig to do. :(

cw: punishments, non-con, yandere, kidnapping. female anatomy, afab!gn!reader.

dead dove: do not eat. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

kidnapper-krueger will force and convince könig to become inhumane and brutal with you. he'll convince könig that he's too gentle, that you're misbehaving because you think you can get away with it, scot-free. he wants to put something in that dumb, little head of yours, make you squeal and wail for forgiveness.

your wrists are held together forcefully and tied with rope in the basement, feeling uneasy and tense from all the bad and horrifying memories down in the chamber; the cold, metal bars you'd grip everyday in the hopes you'd be freed by some miracle, and the blood stains on the concrete, dirty floor, reminding you of your worst days.

könig sinks his dick further down your slicken mouth, watching you cry, sob and weep, choking on his painfully large cock. könig rolls his hips against your face, pushing deeper while you whine and squirm pathetically on your knees, eyes glistening with your tears. all while krueger forces your head further during back shots, your asshole stuffed with a plug, holding his thick load as he uses your sweet, sweet pussy... the clenching and pulsating and the way you squeal, könig's guilt and shame evident on his stupid face. :(

“don’t cry, my little lamb...-it’ll be over soon enough.” he cooes, coddling you for being so scared and teary-eyed, petrified of könig - the man you'd cling to. each thrust leaves you body aching and quivering, feeling frail and weak as they harm and inflict torture apon poor you, choking on his dick, with könig pinching your nose and restricting your breathing, helpless and shaken up.

krueger's lengthy, veiny dick rubs against your cervix as he releases and shoots his last load into you, slapping your face as you drool könig's cum, your pussy leaking and your asshole achingly full... hearing your breathing struggles, chest rising and falling before you're given access and allowed to catch your breath.

könig sneaks down into the basement to visit and coddle you, laying beside you on the cold ground while you scowl at him and scramble away, crying and hyperventilating as he holds you, hearing him apologise through tender kisses to your bruised skin.

könig can't understand why he ever listened to that bastard... now, he has to care and clean your wounds, wincing at the sight of the bruises he caused. ;(

[soobnny]

end of the day — law student kim seungmin x med student yn. established relationship. comfort.

you come home after a long, tiring shift to your bf (0.8k words)

warning. mentioned minor character death. hospital terms.

It’s late when you get back to your apartment from the hospital. The bustle of the city had long died down, and the only sound you could hear was from the gentle pitter patter of the rain’s leftovers, the train from a distance, and the horrifying sob of a mother who had just lost her daughter echoing in your ears from just a few hours ago.

The bleeding was too severe in her brain, and even after 36 hours, there were still no brainstem reflexes. She was pronounced brain dead after some time. You can still remember the way it hurt you—the look on her mother’s face, slowly losing her composure. That break in her features. Loss will never be easy.

Sighing, you tuck away the pain as you kick off the white shoes you’re wearing from your numb feet. You never got used to the night shift duties, and you suppose you never will. For now, you just wanted to hop into the shower, eat something, and get some sleep. You’re afraid that if you think about it more, you’d start crying.

“Hey, doc.” Your attention shifts to the voice from your living room. “How was your shift?”

Seungmin has a bad habit of hugging you even when you've just come from the hospital. And you suppose the right thing to do would be to push him away, the way you usually do, scold him for threatening himself with nosocomial infection, but after the 36 hours you had, you find you can’t bring yourself to do it.

It’s how Seungmin knows to tighten his grip around you. Almost like he knows.

(He does. He has you and your entire heart memorized.)

“Never gets easier.” You sigh, face planted on his firm chest. He’s wearing a white shirt that’s a little big for even him, and it’s a little lopsided that it reveals a bit of his collarbones. His messy hair is indicative of having studied before he heard you unlock the door. “I wish there was more that I could do.”

“You’re studying and working so hard, and that’s enough right now.” He whispers, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Have you eaten?”

You shake your head. You don’t remember the last time you were able to get a proper meal during your shift.

“You didn’t eat yet?”

Seungmin would’ve scolded you had you not been so exhausted. He had always been the number one advocate of your health, always reminding you to eat on time, drink the required amount of water a day, but he knew his scolding was the last thing that you needed right now, only quietly asking for a bit of his comfort.

“Let’s eat, okay?” He asks you, soothing your hair down and carefully leading the pair of you to the kitchen. “I cooked a lot tonight cause I knew you were coming home.”

“Am I disturbing you? You must’ve been studying.”

“Hm? No, no. I was taking a break anyway.” Seungmin reassures.

“How was your recitation about that case study?” You suddenly ask, just as he sits you down on the table.

He pops your food in the microwave, reheating it for you, and he laughs quietly to himself. How kind of you to remember even when you’d been busy. It had been something Seungmin studied very hard for, something he was anxious about a few days prior.

“It was good.” He smiles, patiently waiting for the microwave to beep. When it does, he sets the food in front of you with a glass of water before taking a seat next to you. “Eat well, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Minnie.”

“You must be so tired.” Seungmin frowns, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear.

You had shaken your head when he called you out for your exhaustion, but your eyes begged to differ, threatening to close every once in a while.

It’s quiet the rest of the time that you eat, which is only a good few minutes. Your stomach must’ve been craving for food all this time. Seungmin takes note of preparing you a few meals to bring to your next shift. He’d done it a few times, but has had to take a momentary pause due to the business of his schedule.

“Are you gonna go to bed too?” You sound guilty when you ask him, and it’s adorable the way you look at him with doe eyes. Almost hopeful, but desperately trying not to show it. It’s been a while since both of your sleeping schedules have aligned.

“You go shower first while I clean up okay?”

“No. You already cooked, so I can wash the dishes. It’s the unspoken rul—“

A kiss is planted on your lips. Very effective at shutting you up.

“Just wash up, and I’ll handle the rest, hm?”

“Okay, fine.” You start to walk away before you make an abrupt halt. “Does that mean we’re going to bed together?”

Seungmin laughs. “I won’t be long.”

[starleska]

If you're still taking writing requests, could you do possessive Wally headcanons?

*cracks knuckles* oh anon, i most certainly can 😈 yandere!Wally fans (me too 😳), this one's for you! (this is less headcanons and more a oneshot... kinda wanna write the whole thing 🙈)

content warnings for possessive behaviour, manipulation, threats, arson, entrapment and kidnapping!

Possessive/Yandere!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

👁 it all started so well. Wally was a Darling both in name and behaviour, and you fell hard and fast. such an attentive sweetheart, from the moment you moved into the neighbourhood it was as if he were always at your side. anywhere else, you may have been unnerved, but Wally's simple warmth and easy smile dispelled all of your doubts. while you tried to spread your time equally between your kind new neighbours, you somehow always found yourself in Wally's presence, talking to him for hours.

👁 in time, you found yourself becoming bolder. you start returning Wally's curious glances, and soon allow your eyes to linger a touch longer than they should. curiously (and with a little bit of a thrill), you notice that Wally seems incapable of breaking eye contact - no matter how long you stare, he'll always stare right back, unperturbed.

👁 one day, you find yourself closer to Wally than usual. you're half-pressed against one another on your sofa, Wally's cheek nestled in the crook of your shoulder. he's drawing something in his sketchbook: an indistinct, wobbly shape that you can't make heads or tails of. while Wally's right hand scribbles furiously with his pencil, the fingers of his unoccupied left hand spill at your side, reflexively clenching every now and again with the automatic motions of his drawing.

👁 the closeness imbues you with a newfound confidence. you take a breath, steady yourself...and reach across, brushing your fingers lightly across Wally's own. Wally's eyes snap towards you. for a moment, his pupils blow so wide you think they might just swallow you.

👁 the next day, your house catches fire. such an incident is unheard of in this neighbourhood, and all your neighbours are horrified for you. however, Wally is strangely calm. "I'm sorry you lost so much," he says, still smiling. "Would you like to live with me?"

👁 you're shaken - but accept Wally's offer. the shock of the fire takes a few days to wear off, but nothing could be more unsettling than living in close quarters with Wally Darling. existing within the living, breathing (creaking? squeaking) walls of his Home has an atypical effect on the puppet. Wally's voice is lower, and he moves with more purpose, as if he and Home are one and the same: symbiotic entities which exist in tandem with one another.

👁 to add to your creeping sense of dread, Wally flips the script on your personal space. now he is the one letting his fingers slip easily around your waist, and fixing you with uncomfortable, impossible-to-ignore stares. you try to laugh off his behaviour, questioning him openly if he enjoys having you as a guest so much. for once, Wally doesn't smile when he replies, "I love you living with me."

👁 it isn't until a week has passed that you learn all the doors are locked, and Wally never gave you a key. you try wrestling with the door handle, but it doesn't budge. then you try the windows, but they're sealed shut. 'I'm not trapped!' you think to yourself. 'Wally is just being a good neighbour - he wants to keep me safe.' but that still doesn't stop you from panicking, scouring the house for the heaviest thing you can find and trying to smash the window. the glass does not break. Home suddenly groans with the sound of a thousand old floorboards and overloaded pipes - a dreadful, ear-rending noise - causing the glass in the window to triple in height and thickness right before your eyes.

👁 terrified, you scramble backwards to run out of the kitchen - only to run smack into Wally. you collapse to the floor and gaze up at Wally, standing in the doorway with his hands tucked behind his back, that cat's smile of his holds some private amusement.

👁 "did you try to leave Home?" Wally asks. "Silly, silly." he takes a step towards you, and then another - slow and loping steps, his cute puppet form now moving in a way equal parts unnatural and sinister. he crouches next to you, those eyes now whirlpools of void which obscure all but the slight white rim of his scleras. "Try again," Wally whispers. "I'd like that very much."

[o-flairegan]

Give Me Something to Die For

Pairing- Sam Carpenter x female reader

Word Count- 6.5k

Summary-You meet Sam after she has a drink thrown in her face and you offer her your jacket. The interaction leads to more than you would ever expect

Warnings- NSFW, fingering, vaginal sex, strap on sex, temperature play, knife play, minor overstimulation, mirror sex

Sam's also a bit ooc, sorry

Taunts are flung and then a drink goes flying and you watch absolutely horrified before stepping in between the group of three girls and the woman they are taunting.

“Don’t you have something better to be doing with your time,” you voice harshly, your eyes as cold as the wind whipping around us.

The girls lower their phones as you continue to hold their gaze and be a shield between the two parties. The tension eases from your shoulders as they finally move off, and with a sigh of relief you turn and look at the soaked woman.

“Hey are you okay,” you ask softly, trying not to spook the other woman.

She looks up and you, sighs softly, and nods. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken. It’s not every day someone throws a drink in my face and calls me a murderer,” she mutters softly, her jaw clenched in frustration. “It’s just stupid rumors that won’t die.”

You nod, not exactly sure what to make of the other woman’s statement. You pull off your jacket and hand it to the woman as you notice her shiver in the night air.  You are thankful that for once you are wearing layers.

She takes the offered jacket with a grateful nod, slipping it on with a murmured “Thanks”. “I swear, some people just won’t leave me alone after they read Gale Weathers most recent book,” she says, rolling her eyes, frustration painted clearly on her face.

“I’m sorry. People are assholes, clearly.”

She shrugs. “It’s not your fault. I just wish people would use their brains before believing everything they read on the internet.” She pauses, looking at you curiously. “You at least don’t seem to think I’m a murderer.” She gives you a half smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“I don’t know you so I just see someone having a shitty night.” You look her over, “Keep the jacket, it looks good on you.”

She grins at you, “Well if you insist.” She adjusts the jacket, and zips it up, making herself more comfortable. “You are really sweet you know that? Not many people would stick up for me like that.”

You shove your hands in your jean pockets, “Yeah well, everyone deserves to have someone care about them. Even if it is a random stranger.”

The woman’s expression softened and she meets your gaze warmly, “You are right…. And I’m glad that you were that someone for me tonight.” She takes a step closer, leaning into you slightly, “Would you like to come back to my place for a bit? I could use some company.”

You smile softly, “You know what fuck it, sure.”

She smiles back, and gestures back the way you came from, “It’s just down the way and to the left. So do you actually have a name, or should I just call you “kind stranger”?” She teases softly, gently nudging your shoulder as you walk together.

You offer your name and you can see the flicker of something in her dark brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Sam, Sam Carpenter.” She says as if expecting a reaction to the name, her eyes flickering across your body as you walk alongside her. She smiles widely as the two of you approach her building, pulling you with her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown her such care without some ulterior motives.

The two of you walk up several flights of stairs and Sam’s hand in yours feels like a promise but you don’t know of what.

Sam unlocks the front door gesturing for you to come in. “Make yourself at home, I’m going to go and change out of this, I don’t want to smell like cherry coke for the rest of the night.” She disappears down the hall and you watch her go.

You decide to sit on the couch and look around the space, it is cozy and doesn’t feel cluttered in the way that some New York apartments can be. It is also bigger than most.

Sam returns to find you sitting on the couch looking at ease with your knees tucked up under you, your shoes having been kicked off.  “So can I get you anything? A drink, some snacks? I think we have some chips and some popcorn.”

You can’t help but smile at how flustered Sam seems, this is a far cry from the woman whose eyes had blazed with fury when facing down those women.

“Water would be lovely,” you answer, wanting at least something to hold in your hands and something to drink.

“Sure, one water coming right up,” Sam replies heading to the kitchen. As she stood at the sink filing the glass you catch Sam looking at you but pretend not to notice.

“Hey, how are you feeling,” you ask wanting to break the silence but also genuinely wanting to know.

“I’m better thanks to you, “Sam says returning to the living room with two glasses of water. She passes one to you before settling on the couch next to you. “You and your jacket were a lifesaver- both literally and metaphorically.” She says with a playful grin.

“Glad I could be of service,” you say with a wink.  You take a sip of water to ease your nerves with your blatant flirting.

Sam smirks, “You are funny, and I like that.” She leans back into the couch, tucking her feet under her as well. She glances up at you, watching for a beat. “You know, I haven’t really had the chance to do this in a long time.”

You look at her puzzled, the woman is gorgeous, how has she not had heaps of attention thrown her way. “A chance to do what,” you ask questioningly.

Sam pauses and seems to consider her next words carefully, “A chance to relax around someone who isn’t my sister, or my immediate friend group. It’s the first time I feel like I can let my guard down, in a very long time and that is rare for me. I’m usually the overprotective paranoid one.”

You take another sip of water and can’t help but wonder just what this woman has gone through to feel this way. “You deserve to be able to relax Sam. I know I’m a literal stranger but I’m glad that I can give you a bit of that.”

Sam’s eyes welled with unshed tears, “Why are you being so nice to me?” She looks at you, her gaze searching and vulnerable. “I’m not a good person, I’ve don’t things to protect myself but there is darkness inside me,” she whispers as a tear finally rolls down her cheek.

You set the water on the table and move closer so you can hold one of her hands. “Hey, no. Don’t talk about yourself like that. I may not know you but everyone has a bit of darkness inside of them. It is how we handle it that defines us.”

You watch as Sam’s eyes flick behind you, before settling back on you.

Sam however sees something entirely different, the visage of her dead father, Billy Loomis. She wants to believe your words, but seeing him just confirms her feelings.

“You seem really sweet Sam, I don’t know what ghosts are haunting you but I hope you know you are more than that,” you say giving her hand a squeeze.

Sam lets out a watery chuckle, wiping away the tears. “Sweet? Oh no, I’ve been called many things but ‘sweet’ is not usually one of them.” Sam squeezes your hand back, running a thumb across your knuckles. “But thank you, I appreciate it.”

You reach out to cup her cheek, but freeze halfway, unsure if the contact would be welcome.

Seeing you hesitate, Sam reaches out and grabs your hand and guides it to her face. She leans into it and an electric thrill passes between you. Her eyes close briefly and when they open again they are darker, “You can touch. I want you to, I want to feel something,” she says holding you there while her fingers are still tangled with your left hand. “Stay the night?”

You nod shakily, not expecting it but certainly not against it.

The moment is broken by a red head walking through the front door, with what I assume is her boyfriend and head through the living room to what I assume is the red heads room. “Hey Sam, sorry for the noise,” the red head says with a taunting smirk, before shutting her door.

You watch as Sam’s eyes narrow. “Thanks for the heads up Quinn,” she says with a growl. Sam stands from the couch and reaches to pull you up with her.

You follow Sam’s lead and are surprised and her strength and a bit turned on by it. As soon as you hear Quinn’s loud noise you realize why Sam is pulling you down the hall she disappeared down earlier.

Sam’s jaw is clenched and her grip on your hand tightens as the sounds of sex seem to echo in the apartment. ‘Fucking typical, “she growls under her breath. The sounds of Quinn’s moans, and the guy’s grunts filtered through the thin walls, and Sam’s eyes flash with annoyance and something else. She turns to you and cups your face, her dark eyes meeting your own.

“Hey, easy. It’s not like I haven’t had my fair share of roommates and heard them having sex. Its awkward but it is what it is,” you say softly, trying to sooth Sam as you feel her fingers flex.

“Sorry,” Sam mutters softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead against your own. “I just hate that she can bring home whatever guy of the week she wants and I can’t have what I want…” She trails off, her body tensing as Quinn lets out a particularly loud cry. Sam couldn’t help the growl that escaped her, her body pressing into yours as the two of you stand in the hallway.

“What do you want,” you rasp out softly, the noises and Sam’s proximity to you affecting you.

Sam’s breath hitched as she looked into your eyes. “I want…” she hesitates, and you can feel her trembling against you. “I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you so badly and then take you to my bed and drown out Quinn’s noise with our own.”

“Please,” you groan out, wanting that more than you’d care to admit. The woman was exactly your type.

With a low groan of her own Sam crushes her lips against your own, pouring all of her frustration and desire into the kiss. Her hands grip your waist, pulling your bodies as flush as they can be as her tongue darts into your mouth deepening the kiss.

You kiss back, letting your tongue tangle with hers in your mouth. Your hands move down to grip her ass as you roll your hips into her.

Sam’s hands tighten against your waist as she feels your hands on her ass. She breaks the kiss, panting and resting her forehead against your own. “Not here,” she whispers hoarsely. “My room. Now,” She says reaching behind her to fumble with the door knob.

You nod, not trusting your words.

Sam pulls you into her room and slams the door; she pushes you onto the bed, growling for you to wait there.  She grabs something you don’t quite see and steps into the bathroom attached to her room.

Your heart is pounding into your chest and between your legs and you feel like all the moisture in your mouth has evaporated as you wait for this beautiful woman who clearly wants to fuck you.

When Sam appears again she is wearing a pair of loose sweats although the same shirt. Her eyes are dark as they rake over you. She pulls you from your seat on the edge to back you up against her door. She leans in and attacks your neck with hungry little kisses and bites as her hands roam your body.

You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips as you lean into her touch and spread your legs as heat pools low.

Sam growls and slides her hand between your thighs cupping you over your jeans. She grinds the heel of her hand against you, feeling you move against her. She pulls back from your neck and lifts the edge of your shirt, “Off.”

You’ve never moved quicker, quickly pulling your shirt over your head grateful that you took your jacket off when you arrived at Sam’s place.

Sam eyes you appreciatively, taking in your newly bared skin and the black bra you are wearing. Your chest is heaving and you wonder if she can feel just how wet you are. She grinds the seam of your pants against you just right and you shudder against her. “Fuck, Sam.”

Sam leans in and captures your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing down your next moan. Her deft hands move from touching you to making quick work of the button and zipper on your pants before she pushes the pants down to your knees keeping you trapped. Dark brown eyes meet your own as she slips a finger between your folds, groaning at the wetness she finds there.

You aren’t shy about showing her what you want, grinding down on her fingers. “Inside please, fuck,” you whine, your voice dripping with want.

Swiping her fingers through your wetness she slowly pushes two inside of you, watching you take them.  She curls her fingers finding that spot inside of you that makes you shudder and push against her. Sam is panting as she slowly pumps her fingers while staring intently at you, watching your every little reaction. “Look at me, “she rasps, when your head falls back against the door.

You meet her gaze as you feel your arousal pooling between your legs and coating Sam’s hand. You meet her thrusts and can hear the door making noise as you move but you don’t care. You want this.

Sam’s pupils are dilated seeing the raw unfiltered desire on your face. She quickens her pace, her fingers moving faster, the sounds of wet fucking filling the room along with breathless pants and moans. Her breath hitches as she feels you tighten around her fingers. “Say it, “she growls, her voice low and demanding.

“Fuck me, let me cum,” you moan softly, almost unable to get the words out.

Sam’s face flushes and your words spur her onward. She adds a third finger and you feel the stretch of it, thighs trembling. She moves faster, curling her fingers while her other hand comes up to grope one of your bra clad breasts.

You are lost to the pleasure of it as you whimper, “God yes Sam, use me.” You are embarrassed with how quickly this woman is making you unravel but you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

Sam’s control seems to snap; she withdraws her hand and spins you around to face the door. She makes sure your hands are pressed flat against the surfaces as she pulls your jeans the rest of the way off, along with your underwear and your bra. They are tossed to the side.

“Keep your hands there,” she growls as you hear movement behind you. You don’t turn to look but every part of you is so focused on her.

You feel her step up behind you and feel more than just her naked body pressed along your back; you feel her sliding a length between your legs from behind and the leather straps on her hips brushing the back of your things.

Sam moves back and forth for a minute before she lines herself up and slides inside slowly. She works herself in until you’ve taken her all. She leans over her breath hot against your ear. “Don’t move,” she whispers, voice shaky with barely held restraint.

“Fuck, did you go and put on a strap just for me,” you moan softly, feeling so full.

Sam nods, gritting her teeth, fighting to keep still. She wants nothing more than to move and fuck into you hard and fast but she wants this to be good for you. She leans down and kisses your neck, before biting into the same skin marking you.

“Shut up and stay still,” she growls, her restraint just about gone. You don’t move; instead do exactly what she asks of you as you relax against her.

Sam feeling you relaxing pulls back and snaps her hips forward drawing a cry from your lips. She sets up a punishing pace, having already worked you up with her fingers. Her hips meet yours with a loud slap each time she fucks into you, the door rattling under you as you moan.

You feel your resolve to not speak crumbling and finally give in. “Fuck yes, please fuck me. God fill me up.”

Sam groans at your pleas, her thrusts growing more erratic. She buries her face in your neck, inhaling your scent. “God your look so good taking me. I’m filling your little cunt so good,” she pants out. Sam wraps her arms around you, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other moving up to cover your mouth. “Bite down if it becomes too much baby,” she rasps out, her hips jerking forward in short brutal thrusts.

Sam continues to fuck you with reckless abandon, the hand on your stomach moving down to rub your clit. The strap-on was making lewd sounds as it fucked in and out of your pussy but it just seemed to drive the other woman onward. Sam couldn’t seem to get enough; she bites down on your shoulder as she nears her own release, marking you possessively.

With all of the simultaneous stimulation you shatter around her, cumming hard and squirting. Sam lets out a feral growl and continues thrusting, not giving you space to breath. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock,” she says, her voice strained with her impending release.

“Fuck please Sam, I wanna feel you cum. Wanna hear you,” you moan brokenly as she works your body over.

Sam’s movements become erratic, her thrusts losing their rhythm. With a final deep thrust she buries herself to the hilt and cums with a sharp cry.

You can’t help but fall apart again with how sensitive you are. The two of them stay entwined like that as you both come down from your respective orgasms.

Sam waits a moment to make sure you are steady before she pulls out of you and god you feel so empty without her. You turn around and look at her like that, hair thoroughly mussed and her strap coated with your juices.

Sam can’t help but smirk, “God you are so sexy.” You blush as she slowly pulls you to her and leads you to the bathroom. Its surprisingly large with two sinks, a huge mirror and plenty of countertop space.

Sam unbuckles the strap and sets it on the counter next to the sink for cleaning. She turns to you and lifts you up to sit on the counter. Grabbing a washcloth, she gets it wet with warm water and gently cleans you off with warm water. “You were so good baby, “she whispers softly, watching as you still tremble.

Sam grins tossing the washcloth aside before stepping in between your thighs. “You’re so sensitive right now that just my touch makes you quiver doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whisper shakily.

Sam leans in to kiss you, her fingers once again exploring your swollen folds. “Good,” she murmurs against your lips. “Because we are just getting started sweetheart,” she says before she slips two fingers back inside of you. “Want to try something?”

“What did you have in mind,” you say with a gasp as she fills you again.

Sam’s eyes glittered in the light of the bathroom as she she withdraws her fingers slowly, teasingly. “Have you ever tried temperature play? It can heighten everything.”

You shake your head, “I’ve never tried it.”

Sam steps away from you and returns holding a small glass toy along with a bottle of something else. She holds the toy up for you to see. The toy is sleek, clear and curved just a little. “This is a glass dildo. It is smooth, firm and conducts different temperatures beautifully.”

You eye the toy and the woman in front of you. With your heart thundering in your chest you nod in agreement. “Okay.”

Sam turns on the faucet to your right letting the cold water run for a minute, then runs the glass toy under it making sure it is nice and chilled. She dries it off before turning her attention back to you. “Open your legs for me baby,” she instructed, her voice firm and commanding.

You obey, your hands gripping the counter top as you are spread before her. Your heart is racing and it feels like it has traveled between your legs as you watch Sam step forward.

Sam positions herself between your thighs, the cool glass of the toy pressed gently against your heated opening. She teases it across your slit and lets the contrast in temperature send shivers through your body. “Feel that? The way the cold glass makes your hot, wet cunt quiver with need?”

You nod, biting your lip as you give into what your body is feeling.

With a gentle push Sam slowly slides the chilled glass into your pussy watching in delight as your eyes slip closed and a soft gasp escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you look so good around it. Taking it so well,” she murmurs, her fingers reaching up to rub your clit.

“Feels so good Sam,” you hoarsely whisper, your hips rolling.

Sam smiled wickedly at your praise, slowly fucking the glass toy in and out angling it to hit that spot inside of you. “Mmm, I’m glad you like it baby. Your pussy looks so good like this, taking this just for me.”

You are already shuddering, your breath coming in quick pants as you rock into her. Your hands are gripping the countertop with a white knuckled grip.

Sam pulls the glass toy out slowly, reveling in how your pussy clung to it, not wanting to let it go. She sets it to the side and grabs the bottle she brought with her. “You ready for the next part, sweetheart?”

A whimper falls from your lips as you tremble on the counter top, still spread wide for Sam.

Sam chuckles softly amused and aroused by your desperate little whimpers. She squeezed a generous amount of what you realize is warming lube on her fingers and your eyes go wide. “Impatient, are we?” She teased as she warms the slick fluid between her hands before moving to touch you. Sam rubs the lube over your clit and folds, the warm tingling sensation replacing the cool. She watches with fascination as your body reacts, skin flushing and hips rocking forward involuntarily. “Oh that feels hot, doesn’t it baby?”

You shudder against her fingers, “Fuck, god Sam, it feels so good.” You pant and try and get some control back but you are beyond that now.

Sam grins triumphantly ash she continues to rub the lube in, the sensation clearly driving you wild. ‘You like when I make you feel like this don’t you? All hot and desperate for more?”

You swallow hard. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone,” you gasp out.

Sam’s grin widened, she loved knowing what she was doing to you and knowing that she was giving you something no one else had. She gently parts your folds, just to see how wet you are for her.

“And to think all it took was giving my jacket to a stranger,” you gasp out.

Sam huffs out a small laugh as she washes her hands, she doesn’t want any of the warming lube actually in you. “Who knew such a simple act could lead to this?” She says as she steps back between your legs, sliding two fingers back inside of you and moving. “Lucky for you, I’m not just any stranger.”

“No you are just the hot stranger currently fucking my brains out,” I say with a gasp as I pull you closer, needing to touch you.

Sam chuckles at your breathless incoherent praise, her fingers fucking into you. She can feel your wet warmth around you and how you are already clenching against her. “You keep talking like that and I might stop,” she warns.

“Babe, you invited me back to your place and are currently fucking me in your bathroom while your roomie bangs her boy toy. I think we are long past stopping,” you say breathlessly, just barely able to get it out as she fucks me.

Sam’s thumb joins her fingers, rubbing your clit as she thrusts her fingers. She can’ feel your walls clenching around her fingers, the tight heat almost overwhelming. “You like that hug? You like when I fingerfuck you until you can’t even think straight?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yes, you feel so good inside me,” you gasp out, voice trembling.

Sam’s voice lowered to a sultry growl. “Good, because I’m just getting started, baby. I’m gonna make you cum so hard again you’ll forget your name.” Her fingers moved faster, the wet sounds filling the bathroom.

“Please, fuck, god, oh god, please.”

Sam smirked as she felt your hips bucking against her had desperate for release. She curled her fingers just right, and made your vision swim. “That’s it, let go for me. Cum all over my fingers like the naughty girl that you are.”

You shudder in her hold, your head dropping forward as you cum, your thighs clamping down on her hand. One hand grips the counter top; the other holds her tighter to you.  “Fuck.”

As your orgasm crashes over you Sam continues to move her fingers drawing out the pleasure until you are a quivering mess. Only then did she slow her movements, gently removing her fingers from you. “Look at you, so pretty and spent just for me.”

Jesus, I pant heavily, trying to draw in air. I feel like an absolute boneless mess.

Sam leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, “And now I think it is time for the main even don’t you?” She pulls back and watches your reaction, slapping your thigh lightly before stepping out of the bathroom and your gaze follows her as she leaves.

She comes back with something wrapped in a towel, and sets it softly on the counter top next to you. You look at it curiously but she grabs your chin, “Focus on me baby, I need you to listen and be honest with me. How do you feel about knife play?”

The question throws you a little but honestly you’ve always thought that swords and knives are cool and have even wondered what using one during sex might me like. “When you say knife play, what exactly do you mean,” you ask hesitantly.

Sam smiles and unwraps the cloth to reveal a knife larger than you had expected. She hands it over to you, letting you hold it in your hands. You can see it has a clear cutting edge and a flat spine. Holding it in your hand sends a little thrill through you.

“It’s a Buck 120, I know it looks a little intimidating but I just want to hold the spine of the knife against your throat as I fuck you baby. Would that be okay?” Sam looks up at you with those dark eyes and you can’t help but not yes as you pass the knife back to her.

Sam sets the knife back on the counter and pulls you so you are standing before she slowly turns you to face the mirror. “I want you to watch this, babe.”

You look in the mirror and see what a ruined mess Sam has made of you.

Sam grins wickedly at your reflection, loving the dazed and thoroughly fucked expression on her face. Her eyes travel slowly down your body, lingering on the marks she had left, the bites and hickeys dotting her neck, thighs slick and coated in arousal.

You shudder as she grabs the knife and steps behind you and you tilt your head back as the cool metal grazes your throat.

Sam watches in the mirror, the way you arch your back and pull just slightly away from the knife. She nuzzles her face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

Your eyes slip closed as Sam nips at your skin, leaving yet another bite mark against your skin. How you had come to let this woman you’d only met a few hours ago use you like this is beyond you. “I don’t know how we came to be here but god, I fucking love it,” you rasp out, your eyes meeting Sam’s in the reflection.

Sam chuckles, her voice muffled against your flesh. “Let’s just say, you have an aura that screams “touch me, ruin me.” Sam nips and sucks along your neck and shoulders, marking you further.

“Do I,” you ask softly, shivering as you feel the cold metal shift.

Sam’s right hand moves down your front, palming at one of your breasts possessively. “Mmmhmm. It’s intoxicating to have such a sweet innocent thing like you.” She squeezed your breast in her hand, her thumb flicking over the hardened peak as she holds the knife firmly.

“You knew from the moment I handed you my jacket didn’t you,” I asked softly, my gaze trained on you in the mirror as you touched me.

Sam’s grin was predatory as she looked at you. “Oh, absolutely. The way you so selflessly helped me out, only for me to invite you back to my place. It was like you were silently daring me to take advantage of you.”

“Maybe I was,” I moan out softly.

Sam’s eyes flashed with dark amusement at your admission.  She leans in a little closer, her lips brushing your ear as she speaks in a low growl. “Naughty, naughty girl. Playing the sweet innocent thing while secretly begging to be ravished.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not playing anything.”

Sam’s hand slides down to grip your hip, pulling you flush against her muscular body, while still holding the knife steady. She rolls her hips grinding against your ass as she growls softly. “Then stop teasing, and give yourself to me completely. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

“You have Sam, I’ve given you more than I have to anyone else,” you gasp breathlessly hoping she understands.

Sam’s breath hitches in her throat when she hears your words. She grinds her teeth together to keep from moaning, her grip on the knife wavering as her body tenses behind you. She had known you would be perfect but this was more than she could have ever hoped for.

“I don’t know if this is what you are missing out on, but I hope you are enjoying this,” you say softly as you meet her eyes in the mirror.

Sam’s face flushes with heat, her pupils dilating as she stares back at you in the mirror. She leans forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder, her voice barely a whisper. “You have no idea. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

I whimper and lean into the cold steel at my throat, “Fuck you can’t just say things like that.”

Sam pulls back slightly, a wicked smirk spreading across her face as she catches the hint of desperation in your voice. She knows she has you utterly hooked. “Why not? It’s the truth.” Her hand slides down to your core, teasing across your flesh.

I shiver and spread my legs slightly, seeing the desperation in my eyes reflected in the mirror. “Because I’ll never stop wanting you, “I whisper like a confession.

Sam’s grin turns smug, her touch growing bolder as her fingers part your folds to slowly sink into you once more. “Then you are mine aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I stutter out as I watch you fuck me in the mirror, the knife still pressed against my throat as I grip the countertop tightly.

Sam’s pace quickened her fingers pumping in and out of you as she watches there reflections in the mirror. Her other hand holds the knife and uses it to tilt your chin up to meet her eyes in the mirror. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I rasp out, the knife pressing into my skin, the thrill of it dizzying.

Sam’s expression tightens with desire as she hears your words. Her hips rock forward and you can feel her wetness on your backside as she pistons her fingers in and out of you. “Good girl,” she growls out lowly.

“Fuck baby, god, you make me feel so good,” you whimper brokenly as she fucks you. Your eyes are still trained on her in the mirror and she looks like a dark goddess fucking you. The snarl on her face and the knife at your throat thrilling you.

Sam’s grin widened at your plea, her eyes gleamed with lust. She thrust her fingers deeper, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside of you. “That’s the point sweetheart. To make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”

Your hips are rolling into her touch, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge. “Fuck Sam, I’m gonna cum again,” I moan out loudly.

Sam’s breathing grows heavier, her own excitement building as she feels your walls start to flutter. She tightened her hold on the knife and pressed it harder to your throat and growls in your ear, “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers like the good little slut that you are.”

The words, the knife and her fingers all work together to send you over the edge. You shudder, your thighs trembling as they clench down on her hand. You lose your grip on the counter top and the knife clatters down as Sam holds you up.

Sam’s arm snakes around your waist pulling you back against her chest firmly as he fucks you slowly through it. She nuzzles into your neck as her fingers gently move, drawing out every drop of pleasure. “Mmm..”

You shiver in her hold and open your eyes to take one more look at the two of you in the mirror. You look absolutely fucked, bruises and bite marks litter your neck and you are flushed. Sam’s strong arm is wrapped around your waist as she gazes lovingly at you, your hand still lightly gripping the sink as she holds you.

“You’ve ruined me Sam. I can’t take anymore,” you mutter softly. Your body feels boneless and you don’t even know how you are still standing.

Sam chuckles and nuzzles into your neck once more. “Oh baby, we are just getting started.” She slowly sliders her fingers from between your legs, tracing up your stomach to spread your release across your skin. “Look at you, such a mess.”

“Sam, please, no more.” You mumble. “Still too sensitive.”

Sam hums soothingly her touch gentling as she traces across your quivering stomach. She nips playfully at the tender skin of your neck her voice laced with mischief. “Shh, baby…”

You drop your head and cling to her as your legs finally feel stable enough to hold you. “I can’t take anymore.”

Sam’s arm tightens around your waist, holding you securely in place as she presses a soft kiss to the side for your neck. Her free hand comes up to grasp your chin, tilting your head to the side. “Can’t take anymore what, baby? The pleasure?”

Yes I gasp raggedly, turning in Sam’s hold to face her.

Sam’s breath hitches as she looks at you, feeling you trembling still. She could feel the spasms of her own release and it just made the whole thing more delicious. She grins wickedly, leaning in so her breath ghosts across your skin. “Good.”

“Can we take a break please,” I ask quietly, feeling badly about needing a break from it all.

Sam’s expression softens and she lets her grip around you loosen a little bit, allowing you to properly catch your breath. She peppers your cheek and jawline with soft kisses. “Alright, baby. We can take a break.” Her voice was low and soothing, a stark contrast to her earlier intensity.

You capture her lips in a soft kiss before she breaks it and pulls you from the bathroom and back into her bedroom. This time you take a moment to look around the space. It is dimly lit and furnished with dark wood and deep blue gray colors. Her king size bed, covered in charcoal sheets dominates the room.

Sam pulls back the comforter and sheets and gently eases you down onto the plush mattress. She makes sure you are settled before she moves to the other side of the bed and crawls in beside you. “Rest for a bit, sweetheart. You’ve earned it.”

You curl up with Sam in her bed and feel the most at peace with this woman and everything that has happened than you have anything in a very long time.

Sam’s arm wraps around you, pulling you closer, as she nuzzles into your hair. Her hands idly trace up and down your side, her touch gentle and soothing. She inhales deeply, drawing in your scent- a mix of your perfume and the smell of sex on the both of you.

“And who would have thought that this would all come from sharing my jacket,” I say with a contented sigh.

Sam huffs out a small laugh, “Mmm… I certainly didn’t think I’d be curled up naked with you in my bed after keeping your jacket.” Her fingers pause in their gentle stroking, squeezing you possessively.

“I’m kinda glad that idiot threw their drink on you,” you whisper, placing a kiss to the hollow of her throat.

Sam grinned and pressed her face against your hair. “ Me too, baby. Me too. Otherwise I might never have met you or gotten my hands on you like this.” She flexed her hand, fingers splaying across your hip, the warmth seeping into your skin.

“Probably not,” I mumble softly already drifting off to sleep in your arms.

Sam’s lips curve into a gentle smile as your breathing began to even out, the fight to remain conscious slowly slipping away. She adjusted your position ever so slightly, ensuring you are comfortably held in her embrace. “Sleep well Sweetheart.” She murmurs softly, her words barely audible in the quiet of the room. She places a soft kiss to your forehead and closes her eyes and drifts off.

[misstycloud]

Yandere.childhood sweetheart ex X reader

Imagine a yandere childhood sweetheart ex going to visit his darling at university, but unfortunately she isn’t so happy like he thought she’d be.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, horrified at the sudden appearance of your ex-boyfriend.

He attempted a soft smile, but you could easily see the storm beneath it. With a small laugh, he said, “what do you mean? I’m here for you, obviously.” He stepped forward and reached for you hand, you pulled it away from his reach.

“No, like- why are you here at all?” You pinched your nose in frustration. “I get that you’re here for me or whatever, but why? It’s not- we are not together. We broke up.” To emphasise your point, you used your hand(the one he wanted to hold) to gesture between the two of you.

He gulped, “Yeah, but that was just because you wanted to go to university here in the city- even though there are completely okay universities in our hometown.” His tone soured at the end of his speech. As if he somehow couldn’t believe your decision to leave that small, boring, hillbilly town that you were forced to grow up in.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “only if you want to learn how to milk a cow 50 different ways.”

Your ex frowned and expressed his clashing opinion, “don’t say that, it’s where we grew up, where we lived-“ he got quieter “-and…where we fell in love.” The man looks like he was on cloud nine remembering the good ‘ol’ days.

“Sure, yippie!” You sarcastically cheered and noticed how his mood went sour again. He definitely didn’t enjoy how you easily played off your past relationship. Too bad for him you were completely over it. He’s stuck in the past and needs to move on.

The young man chose not to call your out on your(in his opinion) somewhat rude behaviour. It was not your fault, after all. The city and its people clearly haven’t been a good influence on you. But wasn’t that the reason he was there; to convince you to come home with him? He sighed before putting on another smile.

“Well, are you gonna invite me in?” he easily looked over your head, into your apartment. “It’s a little cold out here, y’know.”

Ignoring how ridiculous it must look from a passerby’s point of view, you stuck your arms up to obstruct your ex-boyfriend’s sight. If you’d been as tall as he was, you’d simply stand in his way to keep him from checking out your home. Unfortunatly, not everyone can be built like a skyscraper.

“No, I’m not going to let you in. You aren’t even welcome!” You exasperated. Why couldn’t he understand you didn’t want him there?

He was quiet for a moment, which made you think he was finally getting the message, but your hopes were crushed when he said in a cold voice, “Don’t be rude. It’s not like you to act like this. I told you going to the city was a stupid idea.” You were a bit shaken at this new side of him. In the past, he was always happy and sweet to you. On the rare occasions(usually when he thought you were hanging out more with your friends than him) you did fight, he was never like this; chilly and looking at you like you were in his way. While both were objectively bad, you thought you preferred when he was all hot instead of…this.

You were silenced and could do nothing when he pushed past you and entered your apartment despite your previous objections. Not knowing what else to do, you closed the door. You turned around to see your ex standing in your living room, examining the room top to bottom with an unimpressed face.

He hummed, “It’s cute. Although, I could build you a house much better than this. But as long as you’re happy, I suppose.”

“Excuse me?” Ain’t no way you’d let this dude come and diss your home like that. “Did you come here only to insult my home? Because, if so, you are free to leave.”

He shook his head, laughing softly, but you could still hear the insincerity in his voice when he said “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that.” (He definitely mean it like that) He walked to the wooden bookshelf you had placed in the corner and picked out a book right away, even though the large selection should’ve kept him busy for a while. With his back turned to you, it was impossible to see which book he'd pulled from its spot.

When he finally faced you again, you understood why he chose it. The book’s cover was clumsily made, it was clear that the creator was not a professional. It was uneven and did not line up with the stack of pages of the book, thereby leaving paper sticking out. Despite its rough appearance, the title was made with gold lettering which still had its shine, even though years has passed since its creation.

‘Damn it!’ you thought. Everything was so messy when you first moved and not wanting to deal with lose things forever, you just found some temporary home for items and left them there. It was now that you regretted your laziness. You should’ve put it away(throwing it seemed a bit heartless, even for you)

“You still have it?” He asked, the previous coldness gone, now he simple seemed slightly bewildered. Caressing the cover, he continued, “I thought you threw it away, to be honest, hehe.” The man glanced up at you with those loving eyes. You used to adore it whenever he looked at you like that, now they brought you nothing but unease. “I’m glad you kept it.” He finished off before putting it back in its place.

You tried focusing on anything but him; hellbent on ignoring his silenced stare. The day could go worse than this, you thought. Why the hell did he have to show up? And just as your life here in the city started going smoothly. Of course your past had to come back and bite you.

Both of you were lost in thought(with very different ideas) and the only sound was from the ticking clock on the wall.

“Why did you leave me?”

“H-huh?” You focused your attention back on him and saw his serious expression gazing back at you.

‘He seriously need to control his mood swings.’

“You heard me. I want to know why you decided to leave.”

“You know why. I couldn’t be stuck in that little town forever. It was boring and nothing ever happened. I don’t want to live out an existence like that, it’s not what I want.”

“That’s not a reason. You can life a good life without being James Bond. We were so happy together. I even-“ he stopped to take a deep breath, “I was going to propose. I had started saving up to buy you the ring you deserve. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You sneered at him and said angrily, “Well, hate to break it to you, but I obviously don’t feel the same. I’m sorry, okay. But I never wanted to get married- I don’t even know where you got that idea from. Why would I marry you?-“

“Because we love each other.” Your ex rolled his eyes in annoyance, “that’s kind of the reason people get married, Love.”

Ugh, he acted like you were the insufferable one. Like you were the problem! He was the one with too thick of a head to understand that you don’t want to be with him. And he even dared to call you Love, just like when you were together.

“No, I don’t love you anymore. Stop this.” You groaned as you felt a headache coming in.

“You’re the one who needs to ‘stop this’. Can you see how foolish you’re being? You broke my heart and for what? Some dumb degree you’re not even gonna get.” He grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned in close. “It’s me, (y/n). Your Theo.” You held your breath as he took your hand and placed it directly above his heart. The heat from his body and the comforting beats had you remembering how much you did used to love this man. “This is yours. All yours, Love, you only need to accept it. I can give you everything you ask for. Come home with me, and forget this dumb university. You won’t find your dreams here. You’ll only be truly happy when you’re back home with me, I can promise you that.”

You stood still and watched as Theo kissed your knuckles; a common way for him to show affection. His words stung, yet you couldn’t hate him for them. It was true, things weren’t as great as you’d make them out to be. It’s all because you didn’t want to disappoint your parents. They still lived in your hometown and had worked their asses off to give you a chance to follow your dreams and make it big.

Originally, they’d been agaisnt you moving to the city. ‘But it’s so far away’ they had said, and ‘you’ll regret it’. You knew they wished for you stay and marry Theo instead, but that’s not what you wanted.

So you gave them a piece of your mind before storming off to Theo’s house. You spent the night there in fear of facing your parents, especially after that little action of liberty. It was ironic how you threw yourself in his arms, considering the whole argument was about something that’d ultimately have you leave him.

As you were contemplating your all your life choices, Theo dropped to his knees. You gasped, first thinking he’d fallen. But that was clearly not the case, because immediately after, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red velvet box.

It didn’t take Einstein-level of intelligence to see what kind of box it was and what it undoubtedly contained. The devotion in his eyes had you gulp.

“I know this is sorta late now, but every couple has to go through a number of challenges. So, (y/n) (l/n), will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

The ring inside was more beautiful than you’d imagined. It was, truly, your dream ring. It was also proof how attentive he’d been back when you were younger; he actually did listen to you and remembered every bit of foolish young thoughts you’d splurted out.

It was just a question. One that everyone has the right to say ‘no’ to if they don’t think ‘yes’ is fitting. You would’ve rejected his proposal, but there was something in Theo’s eyes that made you waver. You weren’t fully sure what it was apart from how feral it seemed. All your senses told you to reject his advance, however, you caught yourself wondering if that really was a good idea.

How will you respond?