#i hope i did him justice i don't draw bigger bodies as much as i should

[asterdotash]

local trans bunny boy does trans dog boy's eyeliner, what could possibly go wrong :P Salem (bunny) is @wolfertinger666's and Gabe (doggo) is mine, he/him for both :D

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: sodapop, ponyboy, johnny cade, and dallas winston

↳ warnings: mentions of being beaten up, various injuries, and angst. no actual description of being jumped

↳ notes: could be interpreted as romantic or platonic. had trouble trying to nail all of them down, so i hope i did them justice. reblogs and comments and greatly appreciated

↳ song: blue moon (take five)—elvis presely

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

• It's mid-day when he stumbles in from a long morning of working on cars down at the DX with Steve. Grease is all along the skin of his hands, and a different kind can be seen slicking back his hair, but that's nothing a hot shower can't fix

• He was on his way to do just that, enjoying the for once empty house as he did so, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you splayed out on the couch

• You were so still his first thought was that you were taking a nap. But once Soda looked closer, he quickly realized you were doing anything but sleeping

• "Hey there Soda." You slurred with a careless grin, elevating your head the best you could to keep blood from dripping into your eye; the likes of which was already beginning to swell an angry red color

• It was clear to Soda what had happened. Everyone in the gang had been jumped once or twice, the more minor ones resulting in a fist fight or two while the bigger fights ended up with scars like Johnny had, and he could tell this was one of the latter

• "Good glory."

• Soda immediately dropped everything to take care of you. Or, when you wouldn't let him fuss over you, insisting you were fine (you were not), he goes out of his way to keep an eye on you. The only times he leaves your side on the couch is to bring you some rubbing alcohol and a bandage for the open wounds

• Turns into such a mother hen. Even after getting a closer look at your injuries, which turned out to be less troubling than he had expected, he still refuses to leave you alone

• "What were you doing walking in that part of town?" He throws his hands in the air as you finally explained where you'd gotten jumped. "You know we ain't liked much there, man."

• You grunted with a mix of pain and annoyance as you sat yourself up more. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting to get jumped in broad daylight on a public street now, was I?"

• He supposes that's a fair point, but won't admit it. Especially not while your skin is turning various shades of the rainbow

• After that day he always makes sure to remind you not to walk anywhere soc's are known to hang. It even goes as far as him suggesting he could draw you a map, to which you respond by reminding him that you'd lived here just as long as he had and could walk by yourself thank you very much

• "At least make sure you carry a blade or something, yeah?" He practically begs you, all the while staring at the small scar that swiped across the beginning of your hairline. A memory of when you had been stupid enough to get into a fight you knew you wouldn't win

• "Yeah yeah whatever Soda." You puff, promising him that if anything like that ever happens again you won't hesitate to call him or one of the other guys

• He might be a bit overbearing, but by god does Soda love you, so don't you go getting beat up on now

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

• This was before he had gotten tag teamed on the way back from the movies, so frankly, when Ponyboy finds you leaning against a brick wall downtown with your head all but limp against it, he thinks he's found a dead body

• Pony is just about to nervously pass it when he notices your shoes—the exact same type he'd seen you wearing the last time you'd met up with him

• Has no idea what to do at first. He'd never seen anyone other than Johnny look like this after getting jumped, and the other boy had been crying. You were just laying there. He supposed that if he had been you, he would have been hollering for his brothers by now

• Doesn't freak out. That's not in his nature. Instead, Pony kind of just stares at you for a moment before walking over and shaking you. Perhaps with a bit more force than nessicary

• Despite his gift with words, Pony couldn't describe the relief that washed over him when he opened his eyes even if he wanted to

• "What happened?" He says your name with an underlying quiver to it, eyes darting around your shoulders as he looks at bruises and cuts. Nothing serious he hopes, but it's hard to tell in the moonlight. If he squints his eyes hard enough, he thinks he sees purple marks in the shape of fingers around your neck

• Sure enough, when you speak your voice is a little wheezey

• "What does it look like?" You cough, throwing your head back against the wall with enough effort that Pony hears a crack. "Owch. Forgot that was there."

• He isn't sure if your asking him about your face, or talking about the brick wall. Either way he wouldn't know what to say, so he just responds by standing up and bringing you with him

• Ponyboy feels about as young as he looks when the two of you first start walking down the dimly lit streets, but by the time he's close enough to see the lights of his house, he swears to himself that his muscles would've given out if the walk had been another block longer

• His brothers, and whoever else happens to be over at the house at the time, mostly take over once he manages to pry the screen door open with his free hand and toss you inside. Pony stands by as they make sure you'll be okay, occasionally making use of his hands by bringing you water or disinfectant

• He tries to skip school the next day to stay home with you and make sure you sleep alright, but is sent off anyways when Darry vetos that idea before he could even fully suggest it

• He's real eager to get home all through the school day, and is glad when he walks in on you sitting in his kitchen that afternoon, rubbing at the spots on your neck as you eat a meal Darry managed to scrounge up for you

• Let's just say Pony is always the first to ask you to be safe when you go out alone after that

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

• If this is Johnny before he himself gets jumped, then you're getting a very concerned friend questioning you in a soft voice as he tries not to look at your injuries too much. He knows that he hates it when people stare at him after his dad hits him, so he attempts to offer you the curtosy he never got

• Post beaten Johnny though? He's a nervous wreck

• It's even worse if he finds you before you find him. His first thought is that the people that did this to you might still be around, and he's ashamed of himself for wanting to run away. Later when he confesses that train of thought to you, you reassure him he's fine and that anyone would have done the same thing, but he still gets an icky feeling in his gut anytime he thinks about it

• Assuming that you manage to stumble upon him first though, Johnny knows what to do and how to do it. It's almost sad that he knows the exact way to deal with a situation with this, but seeing as it happened to him not too long ago, it's not exactly a surprise

• He can't stop himself for looking for signs of ring indents on your face as he wipes blood off your face with shakey hands. His gaze is so intense that even through the pounding in your head you can tell what Johnny's thinking

• "It wasn't the same guys." You croak out. Johnny is momentarily startled at your words and turns as if to move away before hesitantly returning to the task at hand

• "Oh." His voice cracks. "Good."

• After making sure you're no longer bleeding, or at the very least hurting with every breath you take, he calls Ponyboy up first thing. It's the only other person he immediately thought of in the moment, and can't remember a time that he was more greatful then when Pony shows up to help him

• The two boys eventually tell everyone else, but that night Johnny relived every bad moment he's ever experienced all in one, and doesn't know that he'd have been able to deal with that if Pony or you hadn't been there; even if you were beaten black and blue

• Sometime later Johnny realizes that he'd been jumping at little things less and less, and a small part of him wonders if going through that with you that one night helped him to overcome some of his own fears. Even if by a little bit

• The thought it is comforting

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬

• Red light filtered through the bar windows as you stumbled up rickety steps to knock on an equally as rickety door

• Your teeth chattered in the night despite it being in the middle of summer, mustering the most genuine smile you could as the entrance eventually opened

• "Dallas here?" You asked the man in the door with a poorly disguised groan

• Whatever would have happened next was promptly cut short at you felt your throat tighten. With a lurch in both your stoumach and your body, you leaned forward to vomit straight on Buck Merril's boots

• "Urgh. Oops."

• Buck didn't even bother to growl at you or go look for Dallas before snatching you inside. If it had been a busier night, or if he had liked those boots more, he might have done either of those things. Or just straight up left you to sit on that doorstep until morning

• But Buck knew just by looking at you that you were in no condition to be left alone, and that Dallas would kill him if one of his friends died on his doorstep

• The bartender forwent knocking on Dallas' door before busting it open. He only had time to hope that his friend wasn't hooking up with anyone before stomping in, your dazed figure trailing behind him

• Thankfully it was just Dallas in the room. Just a pissed, shirtless looking Dallas. The way he shot up from in his bed made Buck think he had been trying to get some sleep and failing

• "They showed up looking for you. Let me know if you need to phone the hospital." He mummbled before slamming the door on the way out. Dallas barely had time to ask what in the fuck he was talking about before you planted face first on the foot of his bed

• Later he would be annoyed that you got bloodstains all over his sheets, but in the moment he was more focused on your ripped clothes and skin littered with flecks of glass and gravel

• "Got any bandaids Dally?" You ask with a dry tone, the joke falling flat at he threw the covers off of himself. Part of them landed on your head over at the other end of the bed, and he rushed to move then away

• "Shit— uh, hold on." Was all he could manage. You took it upon yourself to cautiously crawl up against the wall, mindful of the way your body screamed at you to stop as you did so

• Dallas finished russeling through one of his dresser drawers— the very same one that he would later go through to give Ponyboy and Johnny his gun after their late night misshap —coming back to you with a sunbleached cloth in hand and some pills

• "Hold that wherever its bleeding the most." He said gruffly. "And take these."

• "What are they?" You swallowed them without waiting for his answer

• "Hangover pills. The only sort of medicine Buck has here that isn't white and powdery." Dally leaned far back from you for a moment to scan your available skin, eyes lingering on the way you winced everytime your stoumach moved in the slightest

• "Got me there the worst." You noticed his looks and chose to talk through your urge to hurl again. "Still feels like the winds been kicked out of me."

• "Soc's?" Is all he asks

• You shake your head. "No. Some other greasers. Picked a fight with them last week. I won and forgot all about it. Didn't realize that they were that ticked off about it."

• Dallas resisted the urge to scoff at you, and it must have shown on his face; if the way you laughed said anything

• "Glory Dallas Winston, can you judge me later when I'm not bleeding all across your buddies floor?"

• "Sure sure." He waved, eyebrows furrowing

• He finds himself wishing later that you had gone to Darry or even Steve for help with this stuff. He isn't the best at dressing wounds, even if he's had lots of practice on himself, and knows better than most that his bedside manner isn't exactly the best. When you're not wincing or dry heaving in a bout of pain, the two of you are bickering

• "Anymore tighter, and my fingers will be likely to fall off, Dal." You gripe at him as he wraps a bandage around your knuckles with an air of carelessness, even if he was feeling anything but that

• "Shut up."

• For the love of everything good don't ever do this to him again. Dallas has no idea how to be soft with people, and he isn't sure offering you a cigarette right after disinfecting your wounds is the best way to go about it

• You accept the unusual gift anyways, shaking your head with a smile as you do so

[heartfullofleeches]

Spill

Immortal Male Yan + G.N Criminal Reader

Summary: You kidnapped him to get some information about a shared friend, but he won't give in so easily

Warnings: Sadomasochism themes, violence, slightly suggestive scene

Good little Silas.

Always keeps every word someone says to him.

It's his job afterall - one no-one else in the entire world could full. You see, Silas knew the secrets of a lot of dangerous people. The type of series others would die, or even kill for. Why would these people trust a scrawny, pathetic looking guy like him? It's simple really. He has a bigger secret than all of them combined.

He couldn't die.

It was really hard to convince his boss of his usefulness at first. His buddies put a bullet through his skull and tossed him into the trash out back before he could demonstrate himself. Didn't even buy him dinner before hand. Assholes. Coming back after having his brains splattered on his soon to be employer's did wonders for his credibility. He was mostly used as a living meat shield early on, but with his resilience to wounds and the pain they may cause his boss become more relaxed around him. He had proven worth plus is anyone ever caught wind of their ties and kidnapped him Silas would never saw a thing. He was the perfect lapdog.

After that he pretty much became an outlet for everyone's tales. From little white lights to infidelity, murder, and every other sin in the book. Sweet Silas would do his to lean an ear and give input when requested. By the end of the year Silas had enough information to get everyone involved arrested, murdered, or whatever else might happen if he let any details slip. He could easily save the lives of innocent people, but he had a bigger prey to catch than the fleeting high of justice.

After all, a good boy might go to the police, and he was no good boy.

-

Silas greedily gulps down tablespoons of water as the glass clacks against his teeth.

"Feeling better?"

"Mhm..."

A backhand soars across his face.

"Good."

Silas' head hangs at an awkward angle from the force, red stained saliva dribbling down his lips. He bite into the lower one to avoid making a sound. Normally he'd hold his captor to the same standards as his friends in regards to filling his stomach with something other than water before smacking him around, but this was no ordinary kidnapper. They were intoxicating, threatening, the exact type of person he'd love to...

Ugh, he's getting carried away again.

Best not to do that while he's still playing an innocent victim, especially in front of his Doll. Just a single week before his employment, Silas fell in love. The culprit of his stolen heart was a crook committing another robbery that night, the two's paths crossed in an alley behind the bank. No questions asked, his future spouse stabbed him directly in his chest before they fled the scene. That boldness almost made them an optional playmate, but that hint of guilt in their eyes swept him off his feet. Researching them only made him fall madder in love. He would do anything to have them.

"I don't want to hurt you. Just tell me code to his safe and I'll let you go.

Facing away, Silas is fully able to roll his eyes. At least threaten his life if he speaks while you're at it.

"Please... I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a waiter!" He fights in his restraints and sobs with wide eyes, hoping to sell the act anc draw attention away from his lower body. Pitching a tent right in front of his doll on their first meeting was rather embarrassing. You snarl as you pick up your knife.

"Just tell me what I want to know!"

You're so pretty when you scream. Silas can't wait for his turn to play. He holds it isn't too long so he can take a picture of his wounds and mirror them on you so you'll have matching scars. Sure he'll have to redo his now and then, but the photos you take at your wedding won't know that.

You ghost the blade down along his neck. Silas swallows to feel its point and prevent himself from choking on the blood collecting in his mouth. He wants to act just a little longer - but you're making it so hard teasing him like that. He repeats his scripted moto in his head like a pray as you drag the knife down his chest.

Scream. Cry. Scream. Cry. Ah-

Your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates as the tiny moan sounds within the empty room. It's not a whimper you're used to, but one of pure unadulterated lust. "Did.. you just."

No going back now. So much for that.

"Guess I just can't help it, Dolly. You're too fucking irresponsible. I know you wanna hurt me, but since I love you so much I wanna let you in on a little secret. You can hurt me, but you can't kill me. Break me apart if you don't believe me. I'll be back tomorrow to take what's mine."

You step back as he erupts into a fit of shrill laughter. "That bastard- Always hiring the freaks. I can't believe he ditch me for someone like you."

His laughter stops. That's a secret his boss never shared with him. That old fuck would've been dead long before then if he had.

"Ohh, did he do something to hurt you? That changes everything. I'll give you whatever you want to know down to his house code if you let me have first cut."

"Why would you help me?"

"I already told you, Doll." Silas stands up and drops the cuffs to the ground, dislocated bones bopping back into place as he flexes. "I love ya, and I'm gonna make sure whoever's hurt you pays. Got this job just to help you out anyway. Issue is if you want me to spill the beans without a few dates first you gotta spilling my guts on the floor as my spit spills down your pretty throat."

[angelfire115]

The one who fell part 2

They walked into the hotel, Alice looked around, the decorations were incredible, it was the most amazing hotel she had ever seen. She hasn't been to many of course but still, it's the best one. She stared at the portrats on the wall, all kinds of paintings, most having Charlie in them. She spotted one that had her dressed formally, a beautiful tall woman that she guessed was her mother since the hair was the same. The other must be her father as they had the same pink cheeks. He did, however, give her a bad gut feeling as his smile looked eerily similar to the tall red man in that alleyway.

Charlie: "Huh, I wonder where Alastor is". Alice looked to Charlie, who looked around looking for this Alastor. Angel dust: "Oh yeah, I remember him saying he had to go deal with some "unpleasant" people". Charlie looked at Angel with surprise, then a dissapointed and angry scowl came across her face, guess whatever hes doing wasn't good. Alice: "Um, sorry to interrupt but, who is Alastor?". Charlie and Vaggie looked to Alastor. Charlie: "Oh well, Alastor is my business partner, he's helping me on making this hotel a success". Vaggie rolled her eyes and silently scoffed at that.

Alice looked to her new friends in a bit of confusion, he doesn't seem that bad if he's helping demons be redeemed. Charlie: "Hehe, well, he has his doubt's but still, I'm still glad he's here, we need as much support as possible". She looked to Vaggie as she said that which Vaggie looked away from her. As she walked towards the couch that was behind Alice, she stopped right next to her, leaning to her ear. Vaggie: "Word of advice, its best to stay away from that guy". Alice: "Why? Is he bad?". Vaggie: "He's worse then any demons you've met, he's named the radio demon, he kills and tortures whoever even touches him and one of the top demons that reside in hell, there are others which you should avoid but right now, Alastor is the number 1 demon to avoid". She faced her with a fury of justice burning in her eyes. Vaggie: "Don't, trust, anyone".

Alice understood what she was saying, she had to not forget that this place, was hell. She may have never had to feel this way or not as much but she had to train herself. Just like how she was trainned to face the real world by her parents, she had to make sure she lived through this. Vaggie had sat down after she had a talk while Charlie turned to Alice, excitement shining in her eyes.

Charlie: "Alright, Alice, should we get started with the proper signatures and such". Alice was a bit blanked out from her thoughts but snapped back into reality when she heard her name. Alice: "Oh, yeah, sure". She followed Charlie to the front desk. She signed some forms and some other hotel things then was given a key and was showed to her room. It was exciting and she absolutely loved her room. The place was so well made, however, she hadn't seen another guest yet. Maybe they were asleep?

Charlie left her to her room to get settled, she flopped onto the bed, staring at the sealing. Alice: "What a day? I wonder... Will anyone realize... If I'm gone?". She drifted to sleep, it had been a long and grueling day. At every turn while being here was one shock after the next. She was drained so she deserved some sleep, even if she was dirty and covered in blood, she didn't care. As her eyes closed and everything went dark, as she drifted into a sea of sleep.

Alice short up for a start, her head was spinning and her body feeling a bit numb. She rubbed her head, a little bit of a headache grew as time went. She looked around, she was in her room, sitting at her desk. The sun shined through the blinds, the air felt thin and warm. It was so familiar, she could hear the song birds singing their tunes. She got up slowly, a bit clumsy as she walked.

So, why in such a hurry toots?

The headaches got worse, making her fall to the ground, she seemed so tired, even though she just woke up. She grunted and grumbled, she really needed to get some painkillers. She remembered they were in her cupboard. She tried to get up but she fell again. She was shaking badly, tears ran down her face but she didnt notice.

Its ok, whatever happened is over now, you'll be ok

But she didn't want to give up, she was determined to stand. Her tears stopped and faded away. The headache was still there but it didn't hurt as much. Still though, she needed those painkillers. She walked to her door, it opened on its own but she didn't notice. She continued to walk down the halls, she turned to her left as she heard dripping, a dark eery room oozed a dark aura. Was there a tap still running? She thought to herself to go and turn it off

Don't, trust, anyone

She decided to not and just do it later, she continued to her kitchen. Finding the painkillers in her cupboard where she thought it was, grabbing it, she also grabbed a cup of water from the fridge. The dark ooze rounded the corner, sneaking its way towards her slowly and surely. She stared at the cup for a few seconds, ignoring the eyes that popped up in the reflection that wasn't hers. A burst of wind blew the doors open which she casually stared at. Before she was able to place the painkillers in her mouth....

How did you end up here?

She froze, an ice cold chill went up her spine as the ooze of darkness loomed over her. Bright red eyes shot open. She slowly turned, her shaking growing worse, as she shook, the house seemed to shake with her. She dropped the cup and painkillers that smashed and splashed into glass and thick red blood. She started to cry, the tears never stopped not that she tried to stop them. When she finally turned and looked to the shadow behind her. Large yellow teeth splayed across the darkness, the red eyes with no pupils seemed to stare into her soul. Disintegrating it with its terrifying look. Sharp claws reached out to her grabbing her head, she screamed but it faded away.

She shot up from the bed, she panted and cried. She looked around at her red room, the hotel room she was allowed to stay in for free. She backed up to the beds board behind her. Holding her knees up against her chest and letting her head lay in them as she cried from that nightmare. It was then she knew she couldn't stay in hell, she couldnt stay and help herself. She needed a guide, she needed freinds. She was too weak for this world. She wished she could go back immediately but, she knew she couldn't which made her lonely crying even worse.

After a few minutes of crying, she decided to stop, knowing that crying wouldn't get her anywhere. She looked around her room, then spotted a clock on the side of her bed. The clock showed 8:00 in the morning. Alice: "Wow, i didn't realize it was day". She shifted to the window where she opened the blinds. To her surprise, the sky was still dark but at least more brighter then yesterday but not as much. Of course, in a world of hell, it would still be dark even in the day. Alice: "Jesus, how can they tell time here?".

She remembered her shenanigans throughout hell and remebered her new friends. So after cleaning herself up, heading out the door and down the stairs. She made her way to the main lobby. Hopefully talking to people would get her mind off the nightmare and off the sorrowful feeling of not being able to go home. As she made it down stairs she noticed how busy some people were while others were new.

She saw Vaggie and Charlie, sitting on the couches with a large paper filled with writing, like it was some kind of small business meeting. She spotted the two new people, one looking like a large black and white cat with a small top hat and incredible red wings that folded perfectly on his back. He looked grumpy and he took big swigs of his drink he had. He looked a lot like her Uncle Jones who she'd spot at family reunions, all alone in the corner avoiding everyone. Made sense, her Aunt Grace didn't exactly enjoy his company. The other person though, disappeared.

??: "Who are you?". Alice was startled by a small and unfamiliar voice at her feet. She looked down to see the child looking creature staring up at her with one eye and a razor sharp smile. Alice: "Oh! You scared me, um I'm Alice, I'm a new guest, what's your name?". She crouched down a little, placing her hands on her knees. The young demon came closer to her and sniffed around her bubble which confused her greatly. ??: "Hmm, you don't smell like a demon". This shocked her a little.

She knows she's not a demon, she landed in this world without dying or anything else so she isn't. She came to the realisation that she had told no one since she got here about her being a human from the living world who's still alive. She wondered if she could, since, she didn't know what they could do to her if she found out. Alice: "W-well, uh, I'm gonna go over here". She was able to dodge the conversation by heading towards Vaggie and Charlie who wear still deep in thought.

Alice: "Um, morning guys". Vaggie and Charlie lifted their heads to see Alice and both smiled. Charlie: "Morning Alice, how was your sleep? Hope it went well". Alice: "Yeah it was great". Alice didn't want to bother them two with her nightmare she just had so she didn't say anything on it. She looked to the large paper they had, when she looked closer, it looked like a decorative drawing. It had rainbows and stars and happy things all over it, it even said the Happy Hotel. Alice smiled at how cute it was though the drawings looked like a five year old made them.

Alice: "So what are you guys doing?". Charlie looked back at her friend and new guest with a bigger smile growing on her face. Charlie: "We're making the new poster for the happy hotel". She picked up the poster, showing off all the drawings and more all over it. Alice: "Oh I see, it looks really good". Charlie sneered a little, she looked to her drawing in every angle. Charlie: "I know but I feel like it looks the same as the last one, I wish i could do something more different". Alice stood there for a second, thinking about any possibilities in her mind. One idea popped in her head and she grabbed a paper, a pencil and started her drawing.

Charlie and Vaggie was surprised by her intrusive act but was more interested to see her work. It took Alice a few minutes but she was done. Alice: "It's just a quick sketch so it isn't perfect but maybe this will give you an idea". She lifted her drawing which was neat and beautiful. It had a giant rainbow going into clouds on both sides just behind the letters that said "Hazbin Hotel" in bold and neat letters. It showed at the bottom a amazing drawing of heaven and at the top showed a detailed drawing of Charlie with her arms out and her smile huge.

Both Vaggie and Charlie stared in amazement at the incredible well made drawing. Vaggie: "Wow, that's pretty amazing". Alice slightly blushed at the compliment. Alice: "Oh its nothing, I've just done these things before, I've taken a lot of art classes". Charlie excitedly grabbed the poster and looked at every inch of it. Charlie: "This is AMAZING, I love it". She was so happy and her demeanour was bright but it quickly faded as she noticed something. Charlie: "Although, why does it say Hazbin Hotel? This is the Happy Hotel". She pointed to the letters on the page.

Alice: "Oh sorry, I thought that's what the Hotel was called since the sign says it at the top". Charlie looked more confused, the sign? Charlie: "But that should say the Happy Hotel as we-". She stopped at the middle of her speaking to realize in an angry scowl which ended in a disappointed sigh. Charlie: "He must of changed it". She sort of mumbled that to herself but Alice and Vaggie could still hear it. Did she mean Alastor? The one Vaggie warned Alice about? It might be.

Charlie got up from her seat to head to the door. Alice: "Are you ok Charlie?". Charlie kept heading to the door. Charlie: "Yeah, I'm fine, I just want to see it for myself". Alice stood in a bit of disaray, she was nervous but she had to be brave. Alice: "Uh, Charlie wait". She called out to Charlie which made her stop just at the door, she looked back to Alice who slowly approached her. Charlie: "Yeah? Is there something you need?". Alice stiffened, she was told by Vaggie yesterday not to trust anyone and she's followed it through but Charlie was nice and kind, she didn't seem like a demon at all. She knew or thought she could trust her with her secret as a living mortal in hell.

Just as Alice was about to speak, the doors at the front of the hotel burst open. A strong wind sent everyones hairs go crazy from it. A strong light gleamed through but Charlie turned to it. She folded her arms and glared at the person there. Charlie: "There you are, I've been worried". Alice couldn't see who was at the door since the light was too bright and Charlie was in the way. ??: "Sorry to worry you my dear, I was a bit busy today". The second Alice heard that voice her heart stopped, it was the same voice as before. The same voice she heard cackling in that alleyway. That same voice who's mouth drooled with blood and chomped on the flesh of people. She started to shake and her breathing was heavy, she wanted to run but she couldn't move.

Charlie: "Did your busy time involve hunting people?". The person laughed in an ungodly and terrifying way that sent shivers down Alices' spine. ??: "Maybe, but no, I was looking for someone". Charlie gave up on her questioning and moved aside to let him in. The person who entered was tall and red, it was definitely the same person who was in that alley, who killed that old beetle demon in cold blood and all the others

She looked up at this fiend while he stared down at her. His smile sharpened as he saw her, he definitely recognized her. Charlie: "Alice, this Alastor, Alastor this is Alice, she's our new and first guest". Charlie had walked in to introduce the two. Alastor looked to Charlie in more curiosity. Alastor: "Is she now".

He looked back at her, his smile still wide in amusement. Alice still couldn't move, she stared at him in incredible amounts of fear, her shaking never stopped. Alastor: "Well it is very nice to meet you Alice, my, what a lovely name, I am the radio demon Alastor, very happy to make your acquaintance". Alastor held out his hand for a hand shake which Alice stared at for a while. She still couldn't move, if she could, she would be out of there. Charlie looked at her with concern and worry, stepping to her side, she held her shoulder. Charlie: "Alice, are you ok?". Within seconds everything went black for Alice, she could hear her name being called a few times, muffled but it faded away. She didn't know what happened, all she saw was darkness, was she dead? Asleep? She still couldn't move but, she didn't want too, so she laid in darkness, waiting for the end.

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Yamato Takeru anon here! Thanks so much for your writing, you're wonderful ❤ I don't want to be too greedy but I want to self-indulge... how about you pick three of the GoM boys which you feel like writing the most, and maybe how they react to Reader's (a friend or a crush or a s/o, you decide) anxiety and depressing slowly turning into an addiction for self-harm? Like Reader is scratching their wrist a lot? It's alright if you don't want to write this, if so, please just delete! Thank you ❤

You are most welcome!

Now, I need to say, answering this ask was deeply personal for me.  I’ve been this reader, so these scenarios draw heavily on personal experience.  They are also very long (the first two anyway), since it’s complex.  I hope I did this ask justice.

I chose Midorima, Kuroko and Murasakibara (cut for length and possible triggers)

Midorima Shintaro

When it started, it had started small, small enough that hehadn’t even noticed.  You were a little quieter than you’d always been,but that was about it.  And since he wasn’t one to complain about arelative lack of noise, it flew past him.

But then you started refusing to play your violin withhim.  At first, he thought you were just busy and even though he alwaysmade time for your duets, because they were some of the only moments he feltlike he could express himself properly, you probably felt differently.  Butthe most he watched, the more he realized that you weren’t busy. In fact, you seemed to be doing less and less.

That was when he started noticing the habit you’d pickedup.  He was distant enough that he could notice things you tried to keephidden, because usually, you didn’t even notice he was there.  Thus, hesaw when your nails raked over your wrist over and over, hard enough to leavewelts.  Then hard enough to actually scratch.

He was left floundering with what to do.  On one hand,it was your life, and your body, and you could do whatever you wanted.  Hewasn’t even your boyfriend.  He couldn’t really define your relationship,because he hated that sort of thing anyway, but he knew you weren’t likethat.  On the other hand you were hurting, hurting enough to damageyourself and he couldn’t take it.  The fear and anxiety he faced as herealized something was wrong with you was suffocating.  It was like ainvisible hand reached out to grab him by the throat and he felt helpless.

It wasn’t his place to comment, not really, but he alsowasn’t the type of person to let things slide when they were wrong.  Hewas abrupt to the point of offense a lot and if there was ever a time for that,it was now.

Maybe.

Still, his chest hurt when he thought about your pain. He wished Oha Asa had an answer for him, but for once in his life, hishoroscopes failed him.  He hated not feeling in control, hated that hedidn’t know how to help you.

He approached you when you alone, thinking it would bebetter for both of you.  Midorima wanted to be soft, wanted to saysomething comforting, or bring up the subject in some subtle way that wouldn’tmake everything worse.  However, when he opened his mouth, his naturebetrayed him, because instead of being gentle at all, he said, “I-Idiot,ask for help!”

His hand reached out before he could stop it and grabbedyour wrist, pulling it and you towards him.  Your skin was red andirritated here, covered in half-healing scratches, but thankfully notbleeding.  His fingers itched to wrap your arm in bandages, both toprotect your current wounds and guard against new ones.

You looked up at him with wide eyes and almost immediatelythey turned glassy.  You looked away, brow furrowing.  “M-Midorima…what…”

His bandaged fingertips were gentle as they ran over thescratches.  “Why don’t you tell anyone?” He demanded, unaware that hisvoice was ragged and soft.  “Someone can help you.”

Your bottom lip wobbled and you took a shaky breathin.  Before either of you realized what was happening, you threw yourselfagainst him and buried your face into the starchy material of his uniformshirt.

Midorima turned scarlet and panicked inwardly.  He hadno idea what to do, but thought maybe he should wrap his arms around you,because that’s what he would have done with his little sister.  So he didthat, large hands flattening against your back and stroking awkwardly. His tongue felt like it had swelled in his mouth, so he remained silent. Anything he said now would probably just make everything worse.

“I-I’m scared Shintaro, I feel like I can’t breathe,”you whispered, clinging.  “I feel like there’s a weight on my chest and nomatter how much I tell myself that I’m fine…”

You were shaking, he could feel it because his hold on youwas so tight.  It completely overwrote that you’d just used his firstname.  Midorima felt like the only thing he could do was hold youtight.  He’d never felt like you were describing, at least not in the wayyou were describing.  Whenever he was faced with anxiety, he just workedthrough it, throwing himself into whatever task or thing was causing theanxiety until it was solved.  But something told him that wasn’t going towork in this case. 

Swallowing, he did his best to keep his voice free ofjudgement and at least somewhat warm, so unlike his normal tone.  “H-Haveyou thought about talking to someone?” He said.  “Hurting yourself… is notthe answer.”

“I’m talking to you,” was your answer, muffled by hisshirt.  “I… I don’t even realize I’m doing it most of the time.”

“You can… talk to me… if you want,” Midorima had no ideawhat he was saying and he was all too aware of the hue of hisface.  He was awkward, felt awkward, but this was you and hecouldn’t just leave you no matter how ill at ease he was.  “But you shouldalso see someone.  A professional.”

You took a deep ragged breath in.  “But I can do itmyself… I can get through it.  I just need to get better, bebetter, then it will-”

“___.” Midorima’s voice was firm, not unkind, but definitelyfirm.  “There is no shame in seeking help when you need it.  No onecan get by alone,” and then, even though it burned his tongue to admit it,“…not even me.”

Your eyes were wet when you lifted your head to stare athim, and looked a lot like saucers.  He forced himself to hold your gaze,hoping that he was at least sort of helping, instead of making you worse. 

Steeling himself, Midorima put aside everything in him thatscreamed in discomfort, and leaned down to press a gentle kiss against yourforehead.  “If you want to hear everything is okay, I will tell you.” Hesaid on a sigh.  “But… listen… please.”

You stared at him for a long time, long enough to have himsquirming.  But then you did something he didn’t expect, you smiled. While you did so, you pulled your wrist out of his grasp and wrapped your armsaround his waist.  “Thank you, Shintaro,”

Midorima choked, embrace tightening so your face was oncemore pushed into his chest and you couldn’t see how badly his face clashed withhis hair.  “A-Ah.”

Kuroko Tetsuya

You could feel yourself getting worse.  It startedfairly small: a feeling of panic before a test, the active will to avoid aconversation because a nervous clenching in your gut.  But then it gotbigger, you found yourself missing school as it became hard to getting out ofbed.  You felt sick all the time, nauseas and shaking and overwhelmed.

That’s when it started – the scratching.  This toostarted small.  You clawed at your wrist sometimes, because the dull paindrew you out of the haze and gave you something to focus on that wasn’t theshit that was going on inside.  But then scratching got bigger.  Youstarted taking small pieces of metal and digging it into your arm – staples,paper clips, that sort of thing.  You did it until you bled, until therewere track marks in your arm.

You knew it wasn’t right.  You knew there were otherways to deal with the darkness that clouded your mind so often, but you justcouldn’t stop.  You weren’t even sure you wanted to.  The pain was adistraction, something you could control when everything else feltuncontrollable.  It was also a physical manifestation of the heartbreakyou felt, something you could point to and say “See!  Look!  I’mhurt!”

But nobody noticed.  Not your parents, not yourfriends… no one.  You wanted someone to notice, someone to help, but atthe same time you didn’t, because it was humiliating, and damn it, whycouldn’t you just stop?

You wore long sleeves whenever you could, bandages when youcouldn’t, and it worked.  You were left alone, your smile plastered onyour face like it wasn’t cracked around the edges.

You were staying late one day, working on homework, maybe,honestly, by the time five o’clock rolled around, youcouldn’t even remember why you were there.  You’d found a push pin, morepainful, but ultimately, more effective.  You weren’t even really payingattention as you dragged furrows over your arm and stared out the window at theslowly setting sun.

Too focused not focusing, you didn’t hear theclassroom door slide open and closed, nor the near-silent footsteps of someonecrossing the room.  It wasn’t until a quiet voice sounded right above youthat you realized you were no longer alone.  “____-san.”

You jumped, yelping loudly.  The yelp turned into ahiss a second later, however, when the pin between your fingers jabbed straightinto your arm.  “Ow, ow…” You cringed, glancing down at the mess that wasyour arm.  Then, as if realizing that if you could see it, so could theother person suddenly in your space, you yanked the pin out and tried desperatelyto yank your sleeve down.  “K-Kuroko-kun…”

Of all the people to show up and discover you secret, it hadto be him.  The boy you secretly adored.  Other people didn’t noticehim, but that had never been your problem.  You always saw him, and whatyou saw made your heart melt.  Watching him was one of the few high pointsin your life.

And now he knew your secret, your painful, humiliatingsecret.  You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

A gentle hand shot out and caught your attempts to coveryour arm, stopping your sleeve before it could get covered in blood.  Youwere bleeding in earnest now, the wound from the pin bigger than any of theothers.  It also hurt worse, bad enough that tears rushed to your eyesbefore you could stop them. 

The boy beside you sighed quietly, and out of nowhereproduced a soft, clean piece of cloth to press to the wound on your arm. “_____-san,” he said, voice soft and kind, “Please don’t hurt yourself.”

You had no idea what to say to that.  Your throatburned as words stuck there and you could do little but stare at the hand hehad pressed to your arm.  How long had he known?  How had you notnoticed him paying attention?

“It’s gotten worse lately,” Kuroko went on.  His voicewas as blank as ever, but you thought you could hear a thread of concern init.  Even if you couldn’t, the fact that he was stroking his thumb acrossthe cloth on your arm certainly spoke of concern, and maybe evenaffection?  “I want to help you.”

Your eyes widened and you forgot how to breathe for a verylong moment.  He lifted his eyes to meet yours, the pale blue of themreflecting the worry and fear he felt.  It was the first time you’d seenany strong emotions in his eyes.  “Kuroko-kun…” You whispered, biting yourlip.

“Talk to me, ____-san,” Kuroko said, voice firmer thanbefore.  He reached blindly behind him and grabbed a chair from aneighboring desk, sitting in it so he no longer had to bend over.  When hewas seated, he pulled the cloth, which appeared to be a bandana of some kind,away to check the bleeding.  It had stopped for the most part, so he leftthe cloth off and instead ran his fingertips over the other marks on yourarm.  Taking a deep breath, he looked up once more, chin setstubbornly.  “I am listening.”

You stared at him for a solid minute, mind completely a messas you tried to sort out your feelings.  On one hand, you wereembarrassed, and worse, because here was the boy you’d been crushing on fornearly a year sitting next to you, caressing your self-harm marks.  On theother hand, happiness the like you hadn’t felt in a long time flooded youbecause someone cared.  Even more than that, he cared. 

It came spilling out of you before you could do anythingabout it.  All the things that had festered inside you for so long pouredout of your mouth and even though you screamed at yourself to stop, that hedidn’t need to know how broken and useless you were, you just couldn’t stop.

He listened, he was good at that.  You’d always known,it was how his lived his life in general.  The whole time he listened hekept stroking your arm gently until gradually you relaxed and the words goteasier.

When you were done and silence spread, you were surprised todiscover that you felt a little better.  The dark feelings were stillthere, of course, but they didn’t feel quite so insidious or allconsuming.  Kuroko continued to watch you, continued to maintain contactand you felt your cheeks redden.

Many in his situation might have tried to fix your problems,might have suggested solutions, but not Kuroko.  He, in fact, said nothingat first.  Instead, he lifted his free arm and very cautiously slid itaround your shoulders.  When you didn’t fight or push him away, he tuggedyou into a half-embrace.  Only then did he talk, and then it was only tosay, “It will be okay, ____-san.”

The tears that you’d held back for months came burstingforth and you cried.  You took his comfort, tucking your face against hisneck as your shoulders shook.  “T-Thank you,” you rasped, hiccupping andtrying to catch your breath.  “T-Thank you, Kuroko-kun.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

Your arm itched, where scabbed over scratches sathalf-healed.  You wondered faintly when they’d gotten so bad, or even ifthey were so bad.  It seemed to you that there had been less as of late,and maybe even that the horrible tension that caused them had lightened. Maybe.

You reached over and started to bury you fingers beneath thelayers of your uniform, in effort relieve or create more, you didn’tknow.  It was second nature by that point, something you were practicallydriven to do it.

But before you could do much more than slide your fingersbeneath your cuff, long fingers that didn’t belong to you wrapped around yourinjured wrist.  They were gentle and the hold loose, but it was stilljarring.  Blinking, you looked up, and up, but before your eyes couldreally focus on the massive form standing over you, something sweet touchedyour lips and forced its way past them into your mouth.

“Atsushi,” you complained, voice completely muffled by thecookie he’d just shoved into your mouth.

He’d been doing that a lot lately, you thought,chewing.  Shoving snacks into your mouth, most of the time snacks he wascurrently eating.  At first it made you blush and scowl, because it was alittle weird and then there was the whole indirect kissing thing.  But yougave up fighting, because he kept doing it and was completely unapologeticabout it.

Himuro, kind of amazed, told you that it was kind ofincredible, Murasakibara sharing his snacks, because he never did and infact threatened to crush people who even looked at them.  But it hadbecome so normal so quickly that like the scars on your arm, you didn’t evenreally think about it anymore.

It made you realize that this was probably the reason girlsin your class kept giggling and asking you about your boyfriend. You tried totell them you didn’t have a boyfriend, but maybe you did.  He was alwaysaround, like obnoxiously so, except you didn’t really find it obnoxious atall.  He held your hand or your arm, and pretty much just took up yourwhole attention all the time.  That was the definition of a boyfriend,wasn’t it?

Murasakibara stared down at you with drooping eyelids,looking bored, but somehow sharp at the same time.  He pulled thehalf-eaten cookie away from your mouth and popped the rest in his, blinkingslowly.  “The cookies are good today,” he muttered around his mouthful.

You sighed.  “You have to stop feeding me things, Iswear I’ve gained like ten pounds in the last month,” you grumbled.  Youhad, in fact, though it was more like five.  But still, it was causingsome self-image problems and that was exactly what you didn’t need moreof. 

As usual, he was unfazed, he merely lifted a shoulder, foundanother cookie and pushed it against your lips.  “____chin can’t scratchwhen she’s eating,” he said like it held all the answers in the world.

Your jaw dropped open in surprise, which allowed him to pushthe cookie further into your mouth and forcing you to eat most of it.  Youchewed, because it was that or choke, but you didn’t really taste it and itsuddenly had the consistency of chalk.

He’d noticed.  Murasakibara Atsushi had actuallynoticed your little habit.  Was that why he was suddenly around allthe time?  Why he was always holding your wrist or hand?  It made alot of sense.  It was just like him to do whatever he wanted withoutexplaining himself. 

You should have been mad, at least you thought you shouldbe, but you couldn’t quite grasp at that negative emotion.  Instead, youfelt happy.  Happy that this giant, actually kind of insensitive,boy cared enough about you to try to help you in your own way. 

Screwing up your courage, you looked up at him, swallowingthe cookie as you went.  He was nearly done his half too, which made yournext move less awkward.  “Atsushi,” you murmured, crooking your fingertowards him and motioning him down. 

He tilted his head, but did as he was asked, leaning downfurther until his face was within a foot of yours.  Smiling at him, yourocked up on your tip toes and touched your lips to his.  The brief kisswas sweet and a little sticky and definitely more than little crumby, but waskind of like balm for your soul.  “Thanks,” you whispered, sending him asmall smile.  “But we should find a way that isn’t going to make me fat.”

A normal boy probably would have blushed clean to his rootsand looked at least a little embarrassed.  Murasakibara looked the exactopposite of embarrassed, he looked warm and appreciative and unaccountablypleased.  There was a bit of pink in his cheeks, but it was so faint thatit was barely visible.  “You’re not fat,” he rumbled, stealing a secondkiss, ostensibly because he now figured he could.  “You’re soft.  Ilike soft.”

Now you did blush, because his voice did strange things toyou and he’d released your wrist to take you by the hips and squeeze. “Er…thanks?”

“Your welcome,” he stated blankly, but then pulled youtowards him and dropped his cheek on your shoulder.  “____chin. Don’t hurt yourself anymore.”

You sighed.  “I’ll try.”