#bitch I'm hyperventilating

[straykidsholicleigh]

hiii! i dunno if requests are closed so feel free to take a screenshot of this if the ask disappeared. but i have a thought abt Jeongin,ok? PLS HEAR ME OUT...yk how Jeongin can like open his mouth like really wide? imagine him taking readers WHOLE ENTIRE cunt in his mouth...🤭 like, he LATCHES onto it...okay bye 😽🫶🏾

BABE????

No but i see this happening. Imagine like your just chilling and Jeongin comes home from a long day at work, and he just needs some relief. It starts with a heavy make out sess before he undresses you and has you laid out on the couch with his head stuffed between your thighs.

“I'm gonna eat you out so nicely~~" He coos into your ear before going down again. This time he opened his mouth wide and took your whole pussy into his mouth, making you flinch and whine, threading your finger's into his hair.

“Innie, gonna cum!” You whine, clutching his hair tightly as your eyes screwed shut. Jeongin smirks up at you, knowing he found out something new about you.

I don't know if that's a kink or not BUT IT FUCKING IS NOW

#stray kids #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #jeongin #jeongin smut #jeongin hard thoughts #jeongin hard hours #jeongin headcanons #i see stars #bitch I'm hyperventilating #its freaking 9:30 in seoul #im out with friends 💀 #anon u r filthy marry meeeeee

[genderfluidgothwitch]

Grrrrrrrrrr

#I need to do the thing #I can't do the thing #thinking about doing the thing makes me so anxious I almost start hyperventilating #being unable to do the thing is also pissing me the fuck off #and choosing to do something else other than the thing gives me its own anxiety #this fucking blows because the thing is So Basic #and I can't fucking bring myself to do it #like I literally feel like if I choose to do Fun Thing instead of doing the thing I'm in the wrong and that's bad #I am bad if I choose to do Fun Thing #AND THIS MY FRIENDS IS WHY ANXIETY IS A FUCKING BITCH #carry on

[pallas-cat]

im fully using this blog like a twitter account sorry but oh my god the fucking

paradox of having had to isolate myself to better myself because social battery died etc. but also now realizing i have no one to currently update things to

#im fine im seeing my friends in a week at the latest #i just kinda shrugged off contact with a lot of people #part of it being also that i have this deep belief that they're tired of my bullshit and probably want me to let go #'but just communicate that' literally how without sounding unhinged and like i'm accusing them #of being judgemental assholes #like they're not judgemental for moving on they're just ppl who are better adjusted than i am and who moved on and #would find me draining for not doing so #can you tell the anxiety is high today #bitch can't i hyperventilate and act like i'm gonna die instead of being frozen for days on end and then trying to commit suicide at the en

[born-to-lose]

Okay I will definitely kill myself

#i feel like my whole life is falling apart and the one rock to hold on to i had is disappearing all of a sudden #i have no words i'm just hyperventilating and shaking and sobbing and screaming #i can't breathe and i want to die so bad like never before #i know you'll say it will get better but i don't think so at all. for me it's just getting worse #i really really really want to kill myself #i need to find a sharp knife immediately #mel talks #tw self harm #depressed bitch posting

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

#have i written chrissy as avril lavigne??? #am i picturing eddie doing the girlfriend dance??? #have i thought about little else all day??? #can neither confirm nor deny #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #steddie au #steddie #pre steddie #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #buckingham #pre buckingham #steve's pov #aj writes

[thuidium-delicatulum]

i missed my trainnnn my motherfucking trainnnn school starts at 8:40 and my train is at 9:033333333 nooooooo i will be so lateeee and everyone will stareeee at meeeeeee when i come innnn

#the anxiety? #heightened #the panic? #hyperventilating a tad #the fight or flight instinct? #begging me to run out of the train station #missing my friends already? #yes i'm a sad bitch

[writingstoraes]

lover 🪻

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!singer!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: this is another thing i thought of knowing i have hundreds of unattended drafts lolol lmk what u think! this is like very similar to something i've posted before but only w a slightly different ending... hehe also am using mother taylor's lyrics cause they're just too good

about: you and charles seem to be really quiet, it's either one of two things — you're over or you're about to release a masterpiece that shatters all break up rumors.

wagsoff1

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wagsoff1 It has been 100 days since Y/N was seen in the paddock. Her last appearance was during the 2023 Australian GP. Any thoughts? 👀

leclercsainz yeah honestly the two of them have been really quiet lately... i'm scared

ynfan this is such a reach? 😬

lecsyn4eva are we forgetting that y/n has her own career, a pretty successful one at that, it's normal for her to not be at races at times?

wagsoff1 Hmm yeah but she's missed a ton of races, apparently rumors are only ever growing that they might be over... lecsyn4eva maybe we stop sticking our noses where it doesn't belong 🤨

queenyn MOTHER WE MISS YOU pls come back

sainzstappen Classic pattern of broken up F1 couples lol miss a few races then suddenly statements are out 😆

popgirlstm stop i will literally jump off a bridge

yourusername

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yourusername At every table, I'll save you a seat.

My 3rd full-length album, Lover, is out tomorrow at 12 EST. Sorry for the surprise but see you at the premiere ❤️

lecsyn BITCH THIS IS WHY YOUVE BEEN QUIET

mothertay miss mam we havent heard from you in months how can you drop a bomb like this so casually

norrislaren IM CRYING I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

midnightshouse y/n i need to know if i can shake my ass to this album or i will be destroying ice cream pints with tears on my face

ynalbums Judging from the title... it sounds like it's more on the romance side? gucciluv oh my god there's hope for charles and her after all 🙏

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc My lover.

Beyond excited for your album, amour. Thanks for letting me be a part of it 🤍

lecsyncharles CROWD CHEERS OH MY GOD

hamilstappen im crying they broke the streak they're alive! WAR IS OVER

charlierari part of it... y/n ft. charles????

carlossainz55 Hey this counts as your musical debut? 😆

charles_leclerc I didn't sing... carlossainz55 Yeah you shouldnt c2lovers FUCK??ABSHBHWWH

landonorris Can't believe people thought you broke up you literally won't shut up about how you're in Silverstone and she's in LA

pierregasly Don't forget the calling Y/N every 10 seconds charles_leclerc ??? Please shut up

Now Playing: Lover (Music Video) - The Dedication

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc My forever lover.

tagged: yourusername

landonorris Will you save me a seat at every table?

yourusername Have my song memorized already, I see 😆 landonorris You know it!

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles! 🥂

danielricciardo I call taking most of the pictures 🙏

landonorris No???

ynlecs16 this is such a fucking surprise the two of you need to cool it down i'm hyperventilating

scuderiaferrari Best wishes to our favorite couple ❤️

yourusername Wait, I thought we broke up?

charles_leclerc Negative. You're stuck with me forever now 😘

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: taylor has got me wishing i was currently in love this is sick! anyway i only got this idea bc my tiktok fyp is swarmed with charles daylight edits and they are right he is so golden <33

#writtenbyrae #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc insta au #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc ig imagine #charles leclerc instagram imagine #charles leclerc instagram au #formula 1 #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #formula 1 insta au #formula 1 social media au #formula 1 instagram imagine #formula 1 ig imagine #f1 instagram imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au

[pryllee]

Mutual

Blade x Fem! Reader

Somnophilia, friends, degrading kink, hickeys, bruising, non-con / dubcon, switching, nosebleeds, first time! Kinda rlly short...

A/N: Again, please bare with the possible bad writing. Wrote this within like a hour on a school night too so I'm sorry if it's too rushed... Was planning to upload a ”fingers” one first but imagine deciding to try f blade as he sleeps but hes secretly awake and enjoying it...

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How exactly did you find yourself in this situation, with him sleeping on your bed peacefully like a baby after coming to you since he'd finished up ’something’.

He fell asleep almost instantly which seemed a little suspicious... You periodically glanced at his face from time to time, considering something.

Pushing away the hair covering his other eye, admiring his porcelain-like skin. He was handsome with apparently alot of admirers like you, yet you wanted to steal him for yourself. After all, you guys are ”friends”.

Pondering for a few seconds, you again found yourself straddling his lap, him still apparently asleep.

You grazed your clothed sex against his, biting onto your bottom lip frustratingly. You kept the soft moans stuck in your throat as to prevent his wakening,

You finally decide to go through with it and unbuckle his pants, you blushed softly at his boxers, reconsidering it again before you say, ’Fuck it, I'll never have this chance again..." You slid his boxers down enough to reveal his shaft as you lowered yourself, sucking and licking at it till it hardened.

– 'Bit too big, will it really fit? –

You tried to thrust it in your mouth, looking up to see his reaction or at least a sound, yet he still remained unfazed, having you gag at his length filling up your mouth, you rubbed at your still clothed slit..

Bobbing your head at an awfully slow pace, feeling your panties dampen intensely till you stopped and catched your breathe...

– I guess I should put it in now... –

You went back to your original position, taking no time to slide your panty to the side, trying to align your hole with his hardened tip holding onto his broad chest slowly taking it in...

”Mmng—" You interrupted yourself, covering your mouth as you barely even took it all in yet felt your stomach tighten around it vigorously...

Accidentally somehow slipping, all of it slid in making your back arch as you almost fell into his chest head on,

You felt tears bubble up slightly with little drops of blood flowing down onto him.

Slowly moving up, you lost your strength halfway trembling crazily. You tried to find your composure yet your breathe hitched as if you were hyperventilating,

You decided to check his eyes, trying to recheck if he was awake... As you opened one of his eyes with two fingers, you jerked back almost violently falling onto the mattress behind when you saw it staring at you, yet he grabbed onto your wrists as you laid flat on your back.

His tip was still inside you—and he slammed it back in fully with force making you yelp, "Making a move on me when I'm sleeping, really?" He leaned in closer as the grip on your wrists tighten.

You started to try thrash your arms around to escape but failed due to his harsh grip on you, pinning you down as he started to thrust it in 'n out, "Ahngh– Blade! I—I'm sorrrr....rrrrryy!"

You cried out leading him to go at a faster pace, practically pounding you while you started to feel blood trickle down onto your mouth, and wrists feeling like it was gonna snap in half with his tightening grasp.

"Fuck—" He grunted, "Shut up and take my cock like the bitch you are." You could hear his breathe hitch, struggling to properly breathe as he pulled your upper half over to his lips, pulling you into a messy kiss feeling his hot breathe harshly hitting at your face throwing your arms around his head,

He moved his head lower as he bit on your neck, sliding a finger down to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion stimulating you harshly, "B—Blaaad..ddeeee!- it hurts–Ngh..— stop pleeas–seee...." Your relays having short intervals, moans mixing in slightly as he let go one of your bruised wrist that was clenching and clawing at the air, it felt like your back was going to snap in euphoria.

"Such a slut—telling me to stop yet you continue to clench down on my cock so tightly down there," He tugged on your hair, throwing your head back as you felt yourself nearing your climax, your nose bleeding vigorously yet he just licked it up, planting on a kiss on it—

—till you felt yourself release liquid flowing down onto the bed sheets, and throwing your back violently almost falling into the bed if he didn't wrap his arm around your waist, eyes rolling yet he began his pace again

"Nnooo... 's too much—" Whining as you felt his pulsating cock, shutting you up with a kiss before biting you at the cheek, and chest leaving hickeys—again feeling something thick yet liquidy fill you up inside as he paused, before doing another harsh slam into you flipping you over,

"Shouldn't really interrupt my first sleep in a long time too, y'know... You should pay the price for doing so." He flipped you over, shoving your head into the bed like he was trying to suffocate you, he propped your ass up into the air as a harsh spank landed...

Gonna be a long night, won't it? He was planning to do this to you first if you weren't going to anyway. Not like you had a choice...

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#prylleewrites—✮ #blade x reader hsr #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader smut #honkai star rail x reader smut #blade x reader hsr smut #hsr blade x reader smut #blade x afab reader smut #blade x fem reader smut #hsr blade x afab reader smut

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

The Proxies Little Pet (Part 2)

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Author's Note: This has been requested so many times. There will be no part 3, so don't ask. Enjoy!

Summary: After the events that took place at Gullermary Asylum, Y/N has now been released and given a new identity as they reenter society. But as they remember more and more about the 10 years they stayed with the proxies, and the constant paranoia, they realize they'll never be safe.

Meanings: *Insert Word/Words*, anything with * when Toby is speaking means he's ticking, not just yelling nonsense.

Warnings: Implied Rape, Rape Described, Rape Talked About, Past Sexual, Physical and Mental Abuse, Murder, Suicide Mentioned, Attempted Murder, Kidnapping, Drugging, Manipulation, PTSD, Recovering From A Traumatic Event, Flashbacks, Blood, Gore, Paranoia, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Swearing, Agression, Dehumanization, Medication, Hallucinations, Unconsented Filming, Unconsented Photography, Masturbation, Perversion, Mental Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Physical, Emotional Abuse, Forced Violence, Murder, Mind Break, Sexualization, Torture, and Humiliation.

Links: {Masterlist} {Part 1}

Taglist: @space-id1ot @008pts @nenekusanagisblog @nocturnallightzz @niewiemniepowiem @popdawncrown @splitt @callmelovergirl @0bs3ssiv3-s1mp @gojohater101 @tashein0tfound @lemonlimesocks @sidneysprit @echobonez @lulu-song @gibberishsma2 @katsukisat0 @eyelessjxcks1mp @dildoswagginsstuff @mysticfire0435 @hiyoosworld @auryyz @missxartsblog @el1x1r3l0p3r

When you woke up, all you heard were sirens and screams. You're body was sore and sticky, but you were cold, very cold. You were still on the floor of the therapy room, but you felt a warm liquid under you. You used what little strength you had left to push yourself up and against the wall. When you looked down, you body froze.

You saw puddle of blood under you, your blood. Bruised on you thighs and wrists, you saw bite marks on your thighs and on your chest. You felt yourself start to hyperventilate, your hands shaking as you looked around.

"Not again, not again, not again!" You yelled at tears fell down your eyes, suddenly all the memories of your past came flooding back.

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"Get up bitch." Masky said, kicking your curled up body that laid on the floor.

"Come on, Masky. Let's give them a little break, don't want to break them too fast, remember?" Hoodie said as he pulled you into his lap, running his hands up and down your body.

Masky rolled his eyes before lighting up a cigarette. You hugged Hoodie's waist as you cried harder, causing Hoodie to laugh. You hated Hoodie, you hated Toby, you hated Masky, but the comfort Hoodie was giving you caused you to succumb to his touch. You were desperate for some sort of affection, some sort of love that barely gave.

"Who loves you, doll?" Hoodie asked.

"You..."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You..."

"Good girl/boy."

You watched as Hoodir pulled out his camera and snapped multiple pictures of you. All you could do was cry and hold onto him tighter.

"Come on doll, let us see your cute little body..."

"No... please..."

"I'm not asking you again."

When you looked up you saw Hoodie's mask gone and saw his face. He had a evil glint in his eyes. Despite what you mind told you, you sat up and uncovered your body. You moved your hands to the side and opened your legs, much to Hoodie's amusement.

"Good Girl/Boy," Hoodie said, before snapping more picture of you.

You didn't know why Hoodie wanted so many picture of you. Maybe it was for blackmail or for his disgusting fantasies.

Hoodie then picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before sitting you down in the tub.

"I'll be back, don't move or do anything funny unless you want to be punished again. Got it?"

"Yes sir..."

You waited in the tub for awhile before the door opened.

"Hi, Y/N~ How are you doing?" Toby asked as he walked in.

Toby goggles were off but he still had his mask on, so you couldn't see if he was smiling or not.

"Please...not now..."

"Come on, don't *FUCK* be like that."

Toby stepped into the tub and pinned you to shower walls, ignoring the fact there was no water in the tub yet.

"Are you still *WOW* mad at me?"

You just stared at him, you could feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You watched as Toby's face slowly dropped.

"Fuck...look I'm sorry ok! It was an accident. I didn't mean to go that far... I thought you'd be able to handle it..."

When you didn't reply, Toby's anger and desperation started to grow even more.

"Say something! I can cut your legs off right now you know? You won't be able walk or run away from me...Fuck... I wish it could be reality... You...so helpless. I could do anything to you and you wouldn't be able to stop me...Your moans... your screams..."

Toby began to tighten his grip on your arms as he felt his smile grow wider. You could see the lust and sadism in his eyes. As he slowly leaned in closer to you, a voice caused him to freeze.

"Get out Tobias," Hoodie said, as he walked in with a towel and body wash.

Toby's eye twitched before he groaned, pushing you into the wall before standing up and leave, grumbling about how bitchy Hoodie was.

"I-"

"Shut up."

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"I told you to kill the guy but no you just had to torture him!" Toby yelled.

"You're acting as if you never did that before. Out of the three of us, you're the most fucking sadistic and one who loses control the fastest, clock boy."

"Why you fucking-" Toby said before pouncing onto Masky.

You were curled up in the corner as you watched Toby and Masky fight. Hoodie just watched as the TV played in the background.

"Can you two not be so loud?" Hoodie asked, letting out a sigh.

"Can you *FUCK* suck my dick?"

"That's what Y/N's for," Hoodie said as he rolled his eyes before turning his attention to you in the corner.

You were wearing nothing but the collar Masky gave you. The words "Bitch" written on it. Since the cabin you guys were staying in for a mission had no heating, it was extremely cold, and you had to pay the price of that.

"B-Brain..." You whispered.

"What?"

"I-I'm cold..."

"Well, that's your problem. You're the one who tried to destroy my camera, you're lucky this is your punishment. I wanted to break you fingers but Toby bitched about it. Horny bastard."

"You're such *WOW* a dick to me! I'd slit your throat if I fucking could..." Toby yelled as he pulled at his hair.

"What is that going to do? Make your sister come back?"

Before Masky could say another word, Toby threw on his hatchets at him and Masky only didn't get hit because he dodged in time.

"Fucking hell," Masky said.

Toby was the most unstable one of the three, you knew this. You thought it was Masky when you first got here, but now you knew after being stuck with them for nearly a decade. Toby was the most mentally unstable and unpredictable one. Masky was the most violent yet depressed. And Hoodie was the most manipulative. You hated all of them equally, however. They've each harmed you beyond repair, either physically or mentally. It's been so long since you got captured however, you find it impossible to remember what your family and friends look like, or what you even looked like before. Now you body was covered of scars of all kind. You hated your life, you hated them, but you hated yourself the most.

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As you laid against the wall as your remembered everything, you accpeted the fact you couldn't move, so all you did was cry. Surprisingly, your tears made you feel as if you had some control over your decisions.

As you slowly lost your consciousness, you heard people burst into your room.

"Oh shit! Get them to paramedics, now! Stay with me ma'am/sir."

When you woke up, you were in a hospital room. As you looked out the window you saw the flowers that thrived in the spring weather.

"Miss/Mr. L/N?" A doctor said as they came in.

You felt yourself flinch as you looked at the doctor.

"Hey, you're alright, you're ok. I just wanted to check if you were awake yet."

You only looked at your hands in response.

"The police also would like to speak with you, if your comfortable of course."

"What, happened to me?"

"Well, after running some test, you haven't sustained too many severe injuries. Mild cuts, mild bruises, mild to mediocre burns, and some marks here and there. The most severe thing you had was the tearing of a few vaginal/anal tissue."

You felt uneasy as you heard the last sentence, it pretty much confirmed your suspicious.

"During our exams to find injuries, we also found that you were raped around an hour before we found you, do you remember anything that happened leading up to it or after. "

"I..."

"It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it. Would you like to talk to the police instead?"

You thought about it. You didn't trust anyone. Not your roommate, not the doctor, nobody. But maybe the police could help you, right?

"Ok."

After the doctor left, a few minutes later s police officer walked in. He looked like he was in his late 50's. White hair, glasses and a beard.

"Nice to meet you Miss/Mr. L/n. My name is Lieutenant Frank, I have a few questions for you, is that alright?"

"Yes."

"Ok. You were a psychologist at Gullermary Asylum, correct?"

"...Yes."

"Can you tell me about your patients?"

"I... took care of three... Brian, Tim, and...T-Toby. I don't wanna talk about Toby..."

"It's alright. Do you know what happened at Gullermary Asylum?"

"Not exactly."

"Two patients were able to hack into the security systems and were able to shut it off. They were able to blow up two boilers which caused multiple explosions. You were lucky we found you when we did, the building was minutes away from collapsing."

"Oh..."

"Now, what I'm going to ask is pretty personal, so tell me if you want to awnser or not, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Your doctor told me that you were raped, do you know who did it? Was it a patient of yours, another resident of the Asylum, or just a co-worker? Its ok if you don't remember."

"I-"

You stopped yourself, remembering an image of Toby kissing you as he trapped you in his arms. You could feel the rough touches, the bites, the hickeys, the pain you felt, physically and emotionally. You could hear his moans and mocks, despite the whole experience being a blur.

"Tobias... Rogers... He used me and threw me away like a piece of trash... H-He left me to die," You choked out, tears falling from your cheeks as you hugged you knees.

The officer watched in silence as you cried, gently rubbing your back as you cried and shaked.

"I'm grateful for your help, Miss/Mr. L/N. Once you're discharge you'll be going into witness protection. We'll give you a new name and relocate you. It's far too dangerous for you to stay here, especially with those monsters running around."

"O-Ok..."

Lieutenant Frank took a bow before walking out, leaving you alone in your room. You watched as the sun began to set and the halls get quieter. Nursds came in to check your vitals and if any of your injured got worse.

Before you went to sleep though, you looked out your window and saw something that made you freeze. The same tall creature you saw a week or so ago was standing in the garden looking directly at you. You felt your mind get fuzzy and all you heard was static. You felt blood drip from your nose the longer you looked. You couldn't take your eyes off it, you were stuck in a trance.

"What is that..." You whispered, before covering your ears as the static became unbearable.

You felt blood drip from your nose and ears, the pain was nothing that you've felt before. Suddenly, the monster disapeared and so did the static. Being too exhausted to stay awake, your eyes closed and you body went limp.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw flowers and a note on your bed side. Was it from Fern? Miss. Gullermary? You weren't sure so you picked up the note and set the flowers on your lap.

"Dear Y/N,

See you soon, Tight Bitch.

-MHT."

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After you were discharged from the hospital, you were moved to the city. The police department had paid the rent for your apartment for a year, so you could get a job and start making money to put towards other things.

One day you got out of work pretty late and now had to walk down the city streets at night. When you walked past an alleyway, you heard a woman screaming. When you turned to look, you saw man shoot a naked woman in the head, her brains spilling.

You froze before backing away, the action triggering you to remember a long forgotten memory.

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You had tried to escape again, it was a common a occurrence and they were starting to have less fun with chasing you and started to get more annoyed. So, Hoodie came up with the idea to force you help Masky sort the files of all of Proxies victims. Didn't sound so bad, right? Wrong! The moment you opened the first file you threw up. It was pictures of a dismembered man with his stomach ripped open and his tongue was ripped out.

"Stop crying, it's not even that bad," Masky said as you sat on the couch of his office, tears rolling down your face and your hands shook as photographs were scattered all over the room. Seeing you in fear made Masky smirk.

Before hand, their punishments for your behavior in the beginning weren't that bad. It ranged from not eating for a few weeks to having to sleep in the middle of the woods with Smile Dog watching your every move. But now that they've had you for a while now, their mental states worse and as they fell deeper into the hands of insanity, they became a lot worse.

Toby began to force you to torture people, and if you hesitated or tried to convince him to not make you do it, he would slap you and pull at you hair, spitting in your face and yelling at you to fucking do it if you didn't want to be chained to the basement and be fucked like a whore til the day you stopped moving. It was empty threats that worked. Everytime he told you that you succumbed to his will. The amount of blood you had on your hands made you feel sick of yourself. You were just as bad as them. You let them fuck you, you allowed them to force you to kill people for their own sick amusement, and you've lost all your dignity just to be their pet. You hated it, you hated them.

Hoodie's punishments were the worse. Toby punished you often because of his delusions, his short temper, his declining state of mind and his hallucinations causing him to believe you did something you didn't do. Masky punished for anything. He punished you for fun, you making him mad or you just minding you business, he'll find anyway to hurt you.

Hoodie doesn't get that mad that often because he has better control over his emotions than Toby and Masky, but not by that much. When you pissed Hoodie off, he'd make sure you went through hell. He forces you to murder people and he'd record the entire thing, saying you're just like them and how excited he was to show this to your family and friends if you pulled your bullshit again.

He's recorded Masky or himself raping you on multiple accessions and forces you to rewatch it. He'll force your eyes open just so see every part of the video, even if you break down he'll turn the volume up and say how much of a whore you are. He loves seeing you suffer, he'll only stop if you beg for him to turn it off. This begging consisted of sucking him off for as long as he wanted without stopping.

He's gotten so mad once he shot you in the leg, twice. You lost a lot of blood and he didn't care one bit as EJ treated your wounds.

He's forced you to fuck a man dying from the wounds he caused, and he also recorded it. He knows how much you hated it, how much you cried and begged him to let you stop. The sadness in your eyes made him want to hurt you even more.

The thing is, normally Hoodie wasn't this sadistic, but when he was mad it was way different.

He still has the recording to this day, and he can't wait to show you all the memories you shared.

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Since you were having an episode, you fail to realize the fact you were walking into the road, that was until a figure grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the street as a car drove by.

When you looked at the figure, you saw a man that looked strangly familiar.

"Pay attention to the road, are you trying to get killed?" The man asked.

"Sorry! I just wasn't paying attention..."

"I can see that. Be careful, you never know what's hiding in the streets," The man said, before walking off. As you continued to walk, the smell of cigarettes started to make you gag. You saw at the end of the sidewalk there was man smoking a cigarette while sitting on the floor. You would normally ignore stuff like that, but he was right Infront of your apartment complex.

So, as you got closer you got to see more of the man. He had short brown head, sideburns, bags under his eyes and he seemed to look like he was in his 30's. As you looked at him more you noticed he seemed to have been crying. Dried tear streaks and bloodshot eyes. As he smoked his leg bounced up and down before he ran his hand through his hair and buried his head in his legs.

As you walked past him, you look down and noticed a mask that made you feeeze. It was Tim's mask.

You stopped walking and stared at the mask. Your mind telling you to run, to get away, but your body didn't follow. The man looked up at you annoyed the longer you stared.

"What the fuck are you looking-"

Suddenly, Tim froze. His face twitching into a sinister grin before he stood up.

"Well, that was way easier than I thought..."

Your flight or flight response suddenly came into affect and you punched Tim in the face.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Wait. That wasn't Tim's voice. Or anybody's voice you knew. Looking up, you saw random blonde man with a cigarette in the floor next to him.

"Are you crazy?!"

"I-I... I'm so sorry!"

The man rubbed his jaw before muttering "Crazy bitch."

What was happening to you. You had hallucinations before but never like this. When you got into your apartment, you emotional support dog, Fuzzy, was sitting in his bed. Your therapist had told you to consider getting one for extra emotional support and you glad you did.

"Hey Fuzzy, how are you?" You asked ask you sat Infront of them.

Fuzzy got up and started to run circles around you while whimpering and barking.

"Aww, it's ok boy," you said as you picked him up.

You walked into your room with Fuzzy in your hands before setting him down on your bed and changing into pajamas. While you brushing your teeth, you looked out your bathroom window and saw somebody walking down the street as they dragged a body in their hand. You spat out the toothpaste and closed your curtains, not wanting to see anymore. Sometimes you regretted living in the city, especially with how dangerous your area was, but it provided a good job and free health care for you, so you weren't complaining too much.

As you sat down on your bed, Fuzzy laid in your lap as your turned on your TV to watch a show you were watching. Half-way through you started to get hungry, so you picked up Fuzzy and the two of you walked to the kitchen. When you opened the fridge, you didn't see anything besides juice and some vegetables.

"I need to go grocery shopping soon. Do we at least have popcorn?" You asked Fuzzy, who barked in response.

As you opened the the cabinets, you felt something, no, someone, behind you. You tried to ignore it but it becomes to much to just ignore. When you turned around you saw nothing. You kept all the lights in your house on at all times. You were terrified of the dark. You were terrified of the idea of somebody hiding in it and you not even knowing.

As you waited for the microwave to make your popcorn, you scrolled on your phone as Fuzzy laid in your lap. As you scrolled on your phone you saw that on your calendar you had as therapy session with your therapist tomorrow.

You made a mental note to tell her about the hallucinations you've been having and you hoped that she would be able to help you.

"How about we go on a walk tomorrow, Fuzzy." You said as you grabbed your popcorn.

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Toby sat in his room as he stared at the floor, his goggles and mask laying next to him along side his hoodie. His hands were bandaged after they got injured after he left the Asylum.

"Y/N..."

Toby looked at a picture he had of you from years ago. It was you tied up, hair messy, clothes torn and your head was bleeding from Toby slamming your head against the floor in a blind rage.

"I'll find you... When I do *KOO KOO*we'll be together again... I want your blood to splatter, I want to fuck you while you're *BIRDIE* screaming for me to never stop... Heh... I'll hurt you so fucking bad for leaving me alone..." Toby said as his face was flushed with a rosey red, him licking his hand as his other hand with the one with your picture slowly descended to his sweatpants.

"F-Fuck~... Just like that..."

After an hour passed, Toby fell back onto his bed with his eyes and legs twitching, his arm covering his eyes as he took his hand out of his pants. Your photo was ripped and was covered his fluid, along with his hand.

"I miss you..." Toby said pathetically before sitting up and grabbing his hatchets and his mask, going out to let off some more steam.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked as he looked on his camera roll.

"Out," Toby said, before slamming the door shut, causing Brian to just shrug.

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"Good Evening, Y/N. How are you doing?" Your therapist asked as you sat down in a chair.

"I'm doing ok."

"Hmm, ok. First things first, how are the pills I gave you treating you. Are you getting better, worse or has nothing changed?"

"I think worse."

"How so?"

"Well... I've been having hallucinations recently. I thought I saw... someone... when I was walking home. It felt so real... His voice, the cigarettes, his face, everything. I got scared and punched him but, it wasn't him... It was some random guy."

"Alright. I'll heighten your dose and change your meds. When you said someone, would you mind telling me who?"

You looked to the side as your leg bounced, debating whether to talk or not.

"One of the guys I was with... he... I don't wanna talk about it."

"No no, it's alright. A good way of opening up about this might be just talking to yourself about or writing it down. Try talking to your close friends about it or someone you trust. Work at your own speed, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Alright. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Uhh... yeah actually. Do you know anything about the patients who escaped Gullermary Asylum. I've just been, really paranoid lately. I'm scared they're gonna come back for me. To kill me..."

"No, I haven't. Last time heard, the police are looking for them still."

"Ok..."

"Alright. I'll see you in... hmmm, two week. Here's your prescription and make sure to go to the pharmacy to get them, alright?"

"Yeah, see you later Miss. Berry."

As you walked to the pharmacy that wasn't too far from the clinic, you felt eyes on you. When you looked around, you saw nothing. Once you got into the pharmacy, you walked to medical section and gave them what prescription you needed.

"Can I have what's on this paper, please?"

"No," The pharmacist said.

"What? Are you guys out of stock?"

"No."

"Then can I have it?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need it."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"YES I DO! STOP TELLING ME WHAT I DO AND DON'T NEED!" You yelled, slamming you fist at the counter.

"Are you OK, Ma'am/Sir?"

Looking to the right, you saw a pharmacists standing the to the other cubicle, when you looked in front of you, the pharmacist you were talking to wasn't there.

'What...but she-"

"What happened?"

"I was just talking to a pharmacist."

"Nobody was there, Ma'am/Sir. Let me get you're medication," The pharmacist said, taking the paper.

As the lady went to go get your medicine, you stood there trying to comprehend what just happened. Before you started working at Gullermary Asylum, you don't remember getting hallucinations, but now it feels like a common thing.

"Here you go, have a good day," The pharmacist said as they handed you a bag.

You just nodded your head before rushing out of the pharmacy. As you walked down the street, you tried to appreciate the look of the city. You saw food benders, musicians, people walking around, traffic, and a lot of trash. It made you feel a sense of normalcy, something you haven't for a long time. Now, all you wanted to do was sit in bed with Fuzzy and watch whatever was on Netflix or YouTube.

Once you got to your apartment complex, you opened the door, and there you saw Fuzzy wagging his tail from side to he barked at you.

"Hey Fuzzy," You said as you crouched down to put him.

As Fuzzy licked your face, you laughed before picking him up and closing the door behind you, making sure to lock it.

"What do you wanna do now, Fuzzy?" You asked as set the bag on the table and sat down the couch, setting Fuzzy on your lap.

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"Toby!" Hoodie yelled from downstairs, earning a groan for Toby as he stopped sharpening his hatchets.

He had just gotten back from killing a few campers, and all he wanted to do was clean himself up and go to sleep. He was still covered in blood, afterall.

"What?" Toby asked as he walked downstairs

"The bosses gave us a job."

Hoodie was laying on the couch as Masky smoked a cigarette near the door.

"What i-ss it?"

"They want us to kidnap some girl a city 2 or 3 hours away from here and hold her as ransome. Apparently, she's important to some guy who owes the boss some shit, and hasn't given it yet."

"So w-when we leaving?"

"Maybe in two days, me and Tim got to stock up on some shit tomorrow."

"Alright," Toby said before heading back up stairs.

"Oh yeah... Toby, has been gotten any luck."

Toby paused before checking his phone. No text from Ben since the escape from Gullermary Asylum.

"No."

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You woke up groaning on your couch, Fuzzy cuddled up next to you. When you checked the time, you that it was 9 AM, you had an hour to get ready for work.

"Oh shit!" You yelled as you jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, causing Fuzzy to jump off the couch and look at you confused.

After you took a quick shower, did you hair and changed into your batista uniform, you ran out of the door, not forgetting to put water and food into Fuzzy's bowls.

"Shit shit shit," you muttered as you ran down the city streets, constantly checking your watch.

You wished that you had more money to get another car. The car you had when you were still a psychiatrist was stolen, and you've been mostly focusing on bills.

As you opened the door to the Cafe you worked at, you clocked in and took a sigh of relief when you saw you just barely made it on time.

"Hey Y/N," Your co-worker Victoria as she made a latte next t o you.

"Hey Vic," You responded, catching your breath.

"How was the therapy sesh?"

"It was, alright. I got prescribed new meds tho."

"Why?" Victoria asked, handing the latte to the waiting customer.

"I started to get really bad hallucinations...I even punched a guy who looked like one of my old patients, and talked to an imaginary pharmacist," You said before reading a note that hung on a wire, reading an order of a Columbian Coffee with creamer.

"Damn, that gotta suck."

"Yeah..."

"When's your next sesh?" Victoria asked before going to take a customer's order.

"I got seshes twice a week, so on Wednesday."

"Alright."

After a few hours of the two of you working, you both decided to go on break. Since you forgot to pack food, and Victoria didn't want to eat the food at the Cafe, you both decided to get food at McDonald's.

"So, you trying to hang out at my place tonight?" Victoria asked as she ate her chicken nuggets.

"I don't know. I don't like leaving Fuzzy alone at night... I don't know if they will hurt him..."

"Oh, alright. Well, it was worth a shot. You should go out more, you know, make more friends."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Why?"

"I don't know what psychopaths are out there. You're lucky I even talked to you."

"Ouch."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

"When does your shift end anyway?"

"At 6, so I got 2 hours left and then I'm out."

"Lucky, mine ends at 11, boss made me take overtime."

"Sucks to suck."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

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When you got home, Fuzzy was sleeping in front of the door, waiting for you. You picked him up and walked to your room, sitting on the couch.

"I don't know what I'll do without you, Fuzzy," You said as you hugged him tight.

As you slowly fell asleep, a dream crept upon you, or should I say nightmare.

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The dream started with you in a room oddly familiar. Hatchets hanging on the wall, blood stains on the floor, and a figure standing at the door.

It was a black figure, but you could see the outlines of a t-shirt, sweatpants and messy medium length hair.

As you looked down, you realized you were on a bed wearing lingerie, but you couldn't ignore the bandages on you wrist, stomach and thighs, and the fact your hands were cuffed.

"You're fine, you're fine, you're fine... Calm down [REDACTED] , you're fine," The figure said as it walked to a desk, sitting down and bringing it's hands to it's head.

"Y-Your fine...your...fine...fine...fine fine fine fine fine!"

The figures voice began to shake as it broke into manic laughter, but you could sense that it was crying.

You accidentally moved your body, causing the figure to rapidly turn around.

"You..."

You stared with fear as the figure twitched.

"You're making fun of me, right?! RIGHT!? The crazy, retarded, [REDACTED]...I'm a freak aren't I?! Even you see as that, don't you..."

The figure slowly stood up and walked towards you, causing you to crawl backwards.

"I'm to blame for what happened to Lyra, right dad? You're retarded son couldn't save your sweet, perfect daughter, right? Right?!"

Before you knew it, you were pinned to the bed as hands gripped at your throat, cutting you air supply.

"Heh...haha. HAHAAHAHHHHAHAHA, DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH! DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

"Stop...please..."

Your pleases went through deaf ears. Suddenly, a hatch magically appeared in the figures hand as it raised above it's head."

"Stop. STOP!"

The hatchet rushes down.

"TOBY STOP!"

The hatchet stopped right above your head, causing the figure to freeze.

"Stop, please Toby... Stop..."

"Toby..." The figure whispered.

Suddenly, the figure turned into a terrific Toby as his eyes shook.

"No... No no no, shit!" Toby said in a panic as he got off you.

Toby suddenly hugged you as he rambled an apology. You only shook under his grip, anxiety and paranoia filling you up.

"I almost k-killed you... if you didn't yell I would've... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

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You jumped up in a sense of confusion and fear. The nightmare caused you to be in a cold sweat, and all you wanted to do was hide.

When you looked at your clock, you saw that it was 6 AM, and you had 3 hours before your shift.

You took you meds and slowly walked to the kitchen to make breakfast, Fuzzy following after.

As you slowly made you scrambled eggs, you felt the felling of hands wrap around you neck, a hand cover your mouth and an arm wrap around your waist. You tried to ignore the goosebumps and uncomfortable feeling before it all became over whelming. You slowly slide onto the floor and broke down. Fuzzy walked over to you and forced his way between your arms. Your hands gripped the counter as you cried, you felt your chest compress and it became harder and harder to breathe as you did. Fuzzy licked your tears in an attempt of comfort, and it was slowly working.

"Why...Why me?! Was I easy!? Was I fucking stupid?! Why, why me?!"

Fuzzy's whimpers brought you back to reality. You hugged him and you silently cried. You don't know how much time passed, but you cries stopped when you heard your phone ring.

"H-Hello?"

"WHERE ARE YOU?! ITS 11," Victorn yelled on the phone.

"I-I don't think I can go today..."

"What? Why? You ok?"

You suddenly broke down again.

"No..." You said between cries.

"Shit... I'll come over to your place in a bit, alright? Just, stay there," Victoria said before hanging up.

After what felt like forever, your front door opened. You flinched before you remembered you gave Victoria keys to your apartment.

"What happened? Talk to me," Victoria said, sitting down in front of you.

"Was I easy...Is that why they took me... It's all my fault isn't it?"

"Don't start with that bullshit. It wasn't your fault, you're stupid if you think that, and I know you ain't. Those motherfuckers are sick in the head, that's why they took you, it wasn't your fault, and it never was."

"But out everyone out there, why me?"

"I don't know. Sometimes people do bad things because they felt like it. Maybe they saw you and went 'hey, let's take her.' It could've been purely out of impulse. But at the end of the day, your not to blame, so don't ever think you were."

"But...ok."

"Great! I'll tell boss your sick, really sick. Enjoy your day off. Go out, walk in the park, staying in here won't do you any justice. Maybe take Fuzzy with you."

"Ok..."

"See you later."

"Later."

After an hour passed, you decided to take Victoria's advice and go to the park. You took a shower, did your hair, gave Fuzzy his food and water before putting him on his leash, and headed out.

As you walked Fuzzy to the park, you tried to appreciate and admire the trees and flowers you walked past. You decided to go to one of the more popular parts in the city, you remember Victoria telling you that a jazz band would play here from time to time, and you hoped today was one of those days.

When you got to the park, you heard jazz, the singer singing a song by Ray Charles, kids playing Frisbee, mothers gossiping, an old couple having a picnic, and dogs chasing one another. It felt like something straight out of a movie.

Suddenly, Fuzzy started to pull at his leash, trying to chase the other dogs.

"Alrighr, just make sure to come back to me," You said, before unhooking the leash.

Fuzzy ran as fast as he could and gave chase. You decided to take a walk in the park, enjoying the jazz band before throwing them some change in a guitar case that was full of cash, and then made your way to the beautiful fountain in the middle of it all. You sat on one of the benches in front of the fountain and admired it's beauty. You took some deep breaths before closing your eyes, it felt really peaceful.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You slowly opened your eyes and saw a man standing next to you. You blushed because you found him rather cute, but couldn't ignore the blackness of his eyes. Maybe he just had really hard-core makeup.

"Uh, sure."

The man sat down and pulled down his hood, revealing his short, wavy brown hair.

"What brings you here? I come here often, but I've never seen you before."

"Oh, just to clear my head."

"Understandable."

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Jack, but my friends call me EJ."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you Jack."

You turned you gaze to watch the ducks that found their way from a pond nearby waddle towards you. However, you failed to noticed the man take a picture of you and send it to someone before following after you.

"I haven't seen ducks in forever! Back where I used to live, ducks would be everywhere. I didn't expect them to be in the city."

"The city is full of surprises afterall."

You two watched as the ducks waddlee around, but you flinched when you heard a loud splash from the fountain. You felt as Jack, or EJ, grabbed you out reflex. The two of you stared at eachother, but at the angle you were at now, you realized that this man didn't have eyes at all, just empty sockets. You felt goosebumps form on your arms and legs, now that you look at him, you swore you've met him before.

"Sorry, reflex," Jack said, letting go.

"No, it's alright. I, uh, I gotta go."

"Alright, see you around Y/N."

You walked with pace, taking Fuzzy from his little dog chase and placed him on his leash before walking home.

When you got home, you gave Fuzzy a refill on his food before starting dinner.

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"This the chick?" Ben texted.

"Yeah."

"Well lucky them, they're heading over to the city ur in in like. 2 day? Makes my job easier."

"K."

"Love you😘"

EJ read.

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After you ate dinner, you decided to go to sleep earlier today. Maybe it was the stress, but you were more tired than usual. The moment your head hit the pillow you were fast asleep. Fuzzy used his mouth to cover you with a blanket, before curling up next to you. Just like the night before, another dream crept upon you.

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"Got dammit! Where is she?" You yelled, crossing your arms as you stood outside of a popular club.

You were wearing a normal club outfit, and when you looked down at you phone, you the message you sent to your friend.

"Where are you? I'm trying to go home." You sent, only minutes prior.

You knew it was a bad idea to go to the club with Isaiah and Fern, they probably partying the night away, already forgetting about you.

"They were my ride too... I don't got enough money for an Uber either."

You let out a groan before sitting on the floor, hoping that Fern would see your text soon.

"Well, what's the matter with you?"

You looked up and saw a man sitting on a motorcycle next to you. He had short brown hair, a leather jacket, and a smug grin on his face. You couldn't ignore how handsome he was.

"What do you want?"

"I heard you complaining about a ride, you need one?"

"As if."

"Ouch," The man said, put his hand on his chest in fake pain.

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's either I take you home, or some group of gangsters take you away, your pick."

Thinking about it, you were in the nasty part of town, gang activity was high.

"You sure you're not some serial killer?"

"Nah. Now you coming on or what?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

You lazily stood up and sat behind the man on his motorcycle.

"I'd hold on if I were you."

Before you knew it, the two of you were on the road.

"Where you live anyway?"

"16th on Flowerbloom. I live in the complex."

"Ight."

"What's your name anyway, motorcycle guy?"

"[REDACTED]."

"I'm Y/N."

"Didn't ask. Nah, I'm just playing."

You let out a chuckle as you pulled up to your apartment complex.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Now problem. But hey, you're pretty cute, mind if I get your number. Just on case you need anymore rides."

You thought about it. He was looking at you wutha flirtous look and you couldn't ignore the heat that formed on your face.

"Uh... sure. Here."

After the two of you exchanged numbers, your dream glitches. Next thing you knew, you were in a cafe, with [REDACTED] sitting next to you.

"This was a really nice date, I'm surprised you aren't dating anyone," You said as [REDACTED] took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, maybe I was waiting for a little girl/boy like you to catch my attention."

"Heh, you're an idiot."

"I could be your idiot~"

You turned away as you face heated up. [REDACTED] smirked at you before gently moving your head to look at him. Next thing you knee, he kissed you. You were so surprised and flustered, you allowed [REDACTED] to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, slipping in a tiny tablet before pulling away. You subconsciously swalled the tablet, being too lovestricken to notice.

"You wanna head over to my place?"

"S-Sure," You said, still in shock.

[REDACTED] took you hand as the two of you walked outside of the Cafe, but with every step you took, you felt your self get weaker and weaker. But the time the two of you were a few feet from the Cafe, you passed out.

When you woke up, you were in the back of some van. Your arms and legs were tied, you mouth was taped shut, and you were left only in your underwear.

You rapidly looked around and saw a black figure driving the care, it looked similar to the figure from last night.

You began to let out muffled screams, causing the van to park somewhere and stop. The figure then began to walk up, you could are the outline of a camera in its hand.

"Aw, my little girl/boy is awake. You scared?"

The tone of the figure was laced with pity and mockery. The figure untied the ropes on your legs before standing between them, making you unable to close them.

"We're going to have a little photos hoot, alright? Can you be a good girl/boy and do that for me, or are you going to be a bitch..."

After you heard the words 'Good Girl/Boy,' and 'Bitch,' the figure filled in to be a Hoodied figure with a frowning face, and a bright yellow hoodie. You began shaking your head, kicking your legs and letting out muffled screams.

"So you're gonna be a bitch... Well, I don't mind, it's been a while since I've had some fun.

The hoodied man sat between your legs and leaned in close to your face, gripping your thighs so hard that it drawed blood. He then ripped the tape off your lips.

"One, or two?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me."

"Uh... 2?"

The hoodied figure set the camera to red, implying it was filming, before setting it next to the two of you, it was at a perfect shot so it could capture both of your bodies. The hoodied figure then flipped you over onto you stomach and pulled at your hair.

"You're gonna wish you were dead once I'm done, and then you're gonna watch, ok?"

You knew what was going to happen. You heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and the sound of your underwear ripping..

You screamed as you felt his dick push into you, you could feel the blood drip.

"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!"

You don't know how much time passed, but you gave up on fighting back after you felt him cum for the 5th time.

"I'll stop if you say Hoodie don't stop," The hoodied figure whispered into your ear, before bitting your neck.

"Hoodie, don't....stop..."

"Louder."

"Hoodie, don't stop!"

"Louder."

"HOODIE DON'T STOP!"

Hoodie pulled at your hair and shoved his fingers down your throat, chuckling as tears rolled down your eyes.

"Idiot."

After what felt like an hour, you felt him pull out of you. You were tied, so tired. You just wanted to curl up and hide.

"What? You told me not to stop, so I didn't. I would've stopped if you didn't say anything you know. "

You felt your world shatter. It was your fault.

Hoodie grabbed his camera and stopped the recording. You then began to heard click, after click, after click.

"Ass up."

You were so tired, and your body hurt so bad. You didn't want to move.

"You wanna go another round?'

You lazily shake your head.

"Then ass. Up."

You raised your ass as you heard more clicks. Eventually your legs out out and you collapsed, the ropes on your arms digging into your skin. Hoodie then flipped you onto your back and untied the ropes. Your arms laid limply next to you as Hoodie forced your legs open. A took a few more pictures and before taking a picture of your face.

"You were such a good gril/boy for me," Hoodie said, pulling you into his chest.

He rubbed your back and lifted his mask to kiss you gently. Through your lidded eyes, you realized it was [REDACTED]. You felt your heart sink.

"If you continue to be a good girl/boy for me, I won't post this everywhere on internet and send this to your friends and family, ok?"

"O...k..."

"You're such a cutie... I can't wait to fuck you up..."

You just blinked, slowly falling asleep. Suddenly, a slap hit your face.

"You thought we were done? We're going to watch your little video, and if the slightest thing isn't right, we're doing it all. Over. Again."

You glanced up at his face. You saw a massive, sadistic grin with sadism and joy in his eyes.

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You woke up feeling numb. No sadness, no fear, just numb.

The dream was so graphic, so real. You didn't even bother getting out of bed, you just closed your eyes and went back to sleep.

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Hoodie looked through his camera roll. He had gotten bored and wanted to reminisce while Masky was looking for the shit needed in the store.

Suddenly he paused when he saw the longest video on his camera roll. It was from the first day he took you. The footage length was 3 hours, 45 minutes, and 27 seconds.

"I almost passed out after that fuck," Hoodie whispered to himself with boredom.

One thing he remembered from that day wasn't your cries or screams, but it was how much he didn't want it to stop. Out of all the times he fucked yiu, that was definitely his favorite.

"What a shame we left them to die... They were my favorite."

"Buzzzz. Buzzz. Buzz."

"Hello?" Hoodie said as he answered his phone.

"We found her!" Ben yelled through the phone.

"Really?"

"Yeah! And they're in the city you guys got a job in! I mean, if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Hah. No."

"Awwwww man... Anyways! Good luck!"

"What was that about?" Masky asked as he enter the passenger's seat.

"Ben found them. You wanna leave today?"

"Fuck yeah!"

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When you woke up, Fuzzy was whimpering at you. When you checked your phone, you realized you slept through the entire day. Yiu had your therapist appointment in an hour, so you might as well get ready.

After showering and feeling Fuzzy a lot of food and water since he didn't eat for an entire day, you started your walk to your therapy center. But, when you got there, police were everywhere.

"No... not today, please not today!"

You tapped one of the police officers to ask him what happened.

"Step away, Ma'am/Sir. We are in the middle of a crime scene investigation."

"What happened?! I have a session today."

"Well, a few of the staff were murdered, and one therapist is missing."

"What..."

You stood there as you felt your world slow down.

"Which one?! Is it Abigail Berry?! Please, please tell me!"

The officers silence was all you needed. You began to hyperventilate before running away. You then called Victoria.

"He-"

"Victoria. Go to my place and take Fuzzy. Take care of him from now on for me."

"What? What's happening?"

"They found me."

Before Victoria could say another word, you hung up.

You just ran after that. You ran without stopping. You trusted Victoria to take care of Fuzzy, he was the whole reason you were still alive, and you wanted to make sure that he would still be safe, even after you were gone.

You eventually fell to the ground and took some deep breaths on the floor. You were on the side of a highway, and surrounding it was the forest.

After you stood up, and limply walked. You were so fatigued.

Suddenly, hand covered your mouth with a cloth. You began to kick and throw your arms around as the person strengthened their grip.

"Shhhh."

Masky. Without a shadow of a doubt.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

That was the last thing you heard before your world faded to black.

Masky picked you up and ran to the van, getting into the passenger's seat before throwing you in the back with Toby and Abagail Berry, your therapist.

"What's happening?" A lady in a car asked the man who yelled.

"Call the cops! The people in that van just kidnapped a girl!"

"Drive," Masky said, Hoodie speeding off on response.

"Woo-hoo! Two hits in one day. Way to be undetected Tim," Toby said as he held your body.

"Shut up. If the cops chase us, you know what to do."

Abigail as muffiling words as she stared at your unconscious body.

"Shut up, bitch. You only here *CHOO CHOO* for Ransome, once we get it your ass *TITTIES* is dead, and our little doll here is gonna kill *CLICK* ya, as punishment for leaving *LEAVING *us in the first place."

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"BREAKING NEWS! On 16 WH highway, the police are giving chase! London, please switch the the helicopter view.

Victoria watched the news report as Fuzzy whimpered.

"According to eye witnesses, a white van is suspected of holding 29 year old, Y/N L/N, and 35 year old, Abigail Berry. Earlier today, Abigail was announced missing after a massacre took place at Trauma Healing Center. And Y/N was seen knocked and dragged into the white van not too long after on the 16 WH highway. The police are telling everyone to stay off the roads for their own safety! This Andrew Will at 68 news, signign out."

Victoria turned the TV off and hugged Fuzzy as Fuzzy howled.

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"There's a lot of them *FUCK YOU*," Toby said as he looked out the windows. "Should we stop and take them all together?"

"Nah. You wanna make up for fucking up earlier, which caused us to get sent to the Asylum and for Y/N to go missing in the first place?! Then you take care of it," Masky said. "You're fast enough to catch to the care. Be quick."

Toby let out a groan before opening the back doors of the van, hatchets in hand.

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"Andrew Will back on 68 news! It seems as if the situation has escalated! London, go to the live feed!"

"It seems as if one of the perpetrators has jumped out of the van! We have identified him as Tobias Erin Rogers, one of Americas most wanted! And he's welding...hatchets."

The news reporter went silent as screams, guns and laughter echoed in the background.

"...London...get off the live feed..."

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x you #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #masky x reader #masky x y/n #masky x you #ticci toby x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n #hoodie x y/n #masky x hoodie #marble hornets x reader #yandere marble hornets #yandere ticci toby #yandere masky #yandere hoodie #.insane asylum au

[a-midnight-smoke]

Keep him from breaking

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Miguel O'Hara x m!reader

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content: angst, hurt/comfort, a bit of fluff

trigger warnings: panic attack (not overly described but it's there), self-harm connected with said panic attack (scratching, pulling hair), mention of skipping meals

words: ~1 800

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So, I finally wrote something again, and who would have thought that the thing breaking my 2 year writer's block would be fucking Miguel O'hara (it was predictable).

I don't agree with writers who characterize him as this suave flirt. Like, that is a broken, emotionally constipated, traumatized man, he would NOT make you call him papi, but then again, to each their own, write and read what you want, idc that much.

Miguel is a pathetic, wet cat, and so I wrote him breaking down in tears because he thought something happened to you. Call it emotional diarrhea after weeks of constipation. And that's my truth.

It's my first time posting a fic anywhere, I wrote this in one evening and then kept tweaking it for like 2 months and debating if I should post this cause I'm an anxious bitch, but finally said fuck it we ball.

Also, I'm a trans guy, and so my reader character will also be. I may write a gender-neutral reader, but not a female one. It's not really important in this particular story, but just so you know.

Also, also, english isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes. I appreciate feedback !

Anyway, if you like it you should like and reblog !! Thanks and have fun reading !!

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Miguel's lungs were burning, but he couldn't stop. Not when he didn't know if you were safe. He needed to get to you. Make sure you're fine.

He crashed into your bedroom window, almost breaking it in the process. His red eyes darted to your bed, where you were not. You weren't in your bed. He called out your name but was only met with deafening silence.

He ran to the door, yanking it off the hinges in the process. Miguel could feel panic building in his chest, heart hammering in his ears.

He was in a trance, looking in every empty space in your apartment, calling for you, begging for you, and thrashing it when he didn't find you. He was breathing faster and harder by the seconds, his hands flying to his head to grab and pull at the strands harshly. Where were you? Someone must have kidnapped you, right? Why else would the apartment be empty?

The slight burn in his scalp didn't help to ease his rising panic, so he started clawing at his arms with his talons as he tried to think of what to do. He couldn't lose you, he couldn't. He needed you, more than life itself. He would tear the city apart to find you and had half a mind to do it already. He was heading for the window when-

The quiet janking of keys stopped him in place, staring at the front door, holding his breath. When he saw you enter, safe, sound and humming to yourself, something broke in him. Weeks of tension and stress finally catching up with him.

He pulled you into his arms, hiding his face in your neck as he started crying and hyperventilating, broken sobs escaping him, interrupted with occasional coughs as you stood still, stunned. His broad body enveloping yours, feeling you. He had to make sure he hadn't completely lost his mind, that you were really here.

As you got over your initial shock, you brought one hand to cradle Miguel's head, scratching slightly at his scalp and the other to trace soothing circles across his back, muttering soft reassurances.

But he couldn't stop hyperventilating, so you gently tried to pry him off of yourself, to no avail.

"Miguel? I need you to look at me, sweetheart." You cooed at him, and after some more coaxing, he pulled away, making sure you were holding his hands. Sobs wrecked through his body, face covered in tears and snot, bloodshot eyes accentuating the redness of his irises. He couldn't look away from you, couldn't stop touching you, afraid that you would disappear if he did.

You brought his hands to your chest, making it a point to breathe deeply and evenly.

"Breathe with me, Mig. Can you do that for me?" you spoke softly and slowly, trying to calm him down. He took a shaky breath that was interrupted by a coughing fit.

"Take it easy, sweetie. Just breathe with me."

It took some time, but his breathing started to finally even out, his sobs now just hiccups. His legs gave out, and you both tumbled to the floor, Miguel quickly wrapping you in his arms once again, listening and feeling your heartbeat. You hugged him back, resuming your earlier ministrations until he stopped crying completely. You stayed like that, on the floor of your trashed apartment, until Miguel spoke in a shaky, raspy from crying voice.

"I thought something… that something happened to you. When I couldn't find you here. That somebody took you from me." He grabbed onto you harder, digging his talonless fingers into your waist when you started to pull away, but you persisted, wanting to see his face. He reluctantly pulled away again, still holding your waist.

"Why would something happen to me? Why would somebody take me?" You would be lying if you said that seeing your, normally emotionally constipated, boyfriend in such a state of disarray didn't make you feel a bit anxious.

"T'was just this guy I was interrogating, let 'im get into my head." he mumbled. In hindsight, the guy was just a pawn, probably didn't know anything and was bluffing to get a rise out of Miguel. Which, combined with his high stress levels and deteriorating mental health, led to the situation at hand.

He tensed when he heard you sigh. Were you annoyed with him? Were you mad at him? You should be, he destroyed your apartment. You should just throw him out, really. He was good for nothing and did not deserve you. It would be better for everyone if he-

"Hey," your voice was still so soft, "get out of your head, Miguel." he slowly looked up to see you staring at him with a worried, but not angry, expression. You cradled his face, Miguel leaning into it instinctively and closing his eyes. You looked over him, over his bruised face, bloody lips and bloodshot eyes with dark bags underneath. He looked thinner than the last time you saw him, with his sunken cheeks. You scrunched your eyebrows.

"When was the last time you slept? And ate?" Well, that's embarrassing. Miguel looked away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Miguel..."

"Like four days ago? " He wished he hadn't said anything, he usually didn't, he would insist he was fine, but he was just so tired the words slipped from him without much thought. "Food's making me feel nauseas, so I started skipping meals."

The look on your face was something he didn't want to see ever again.

"Miguel, you can't keep doing this. You should have told me, or Gabriel, or anyone really. It's not healthy," you tried to catch his eyes, which he was expertly avoiding. He grimaced.

"You all have enough on your plate as it is. I make sure the multiverse won't collapse in on itself, I should be able to take care of myself. I'm a grown man." He withdrew his hands completely, ignoring the part of his brain screaming at him to not let go of you, going back to scratching at himself, which caused you to look down. Your breath caught in your throat. His forearms were completely covered in blood, which was still seeping from some of the deeper wounds where he tore his suit. You tried to take his hands into yours, but he crossed his arms over his chest, continuing to avoid your gaze.

"Miguel," you started, voice firm, but with a soft note, "you are not a burden. You never could be, not to me. I love you so much, it pains me to see you hurt yourself like this. It doesn't matter that you're a grown man, you shouldn't feel like you have to keep everything to yourself, like you can't reach out to me, or anybody, for help. Let me take care of you. You deserve to be taken care of, no matter what you brain is telling you." You sighed, calming your racing heart.

"I'm sorry, Miguel," he snapped his eyes to you.

"Why are you sorry?" His voice was quiet and hoarse.

"I'm sorry that I didn't see you struggling sooner, that you felt like you couldn't talk with me about it. Four days? Without sleep and food? You have to be exhausted, even with your mutations. How are you even thinking clearly right now?" He doesn't, that's why your apartment is trashed. He looks around the destroyed room, feeling his anxiety creep back up. He opened his mouth to talk, but you beat him to it.

"Don't worry, you'll help me clean up after you get some sleep and eat." You pulled both of you up, struggling a little with Miguel, who had gone quiet again. He let himself be guided to the bathroom, just now starting to feel the burning from his arms.

You undress the bigger man and move him around, all fight having completely sucked out of him. You wash his wounds carefully before stitching the deeper ones and starting to prepare a bath. Now, in the space of your bathroom, the only room that wasn't a complete mess, Miguel realized how exhausted he really was. Guess you really can't sustain yourself on pure spite and adrenaline.

When the water is ready, you guide him into the tub before getting in yourself. You were never more grateful for the big bathtub, fitting Miguel's bruised and tired body, and you straddling him. The water is amazingly hot, already working magic on his tense muscles. You start washing his face with a soft washcloth, careful of his split lip, cleaning him of snot and leftover tears and Miguel's cheeks are heating up, his hands gripping your waist harder at being handled so delicately. He still couldn't get used to your attentiveness. Your hands are gentle on his skin, moving down to his neck and chest, washing away the sweat and grime, mindful of his bruises and leaving soft pecks after washing them and working through the knots in his muscles.

He's finally starting to relax as you move yourself to wash his hair. Your fingers carding through tangled hair, starting to unknot it. You're humming a calming tune, while Miguel sits with closed eyes. Finally letting himself be taken care of. Letting himself be vulnerable. He makes a noise low in his throat, making his chest vibrate a bit before stopping abruptly. You don't pay it any mind, not wanting to draw him out of his relaxed state.

You finish washing Miguel, drain the water, and dry him off, wrapping the towel around his waist and grabbing another to dry his hair. You wrap up all remaining cuts and then guide him to your bedroom, thankful that he at least didn't flip the whole bed upside down. Among the chaos, you find his clothes that he left, helping him dress, since he was practically already asleep, and laying him down on the bed. After getting him under the covers picked up from the floor, you pull away to get ready for bed when he grabs your wrist and looks at you sleepily, but still a little panicked.

"I'll just get ready for bed quickly and get back, okay, sweetheart?" After a moment, he nods slightly and lets go of you, still reluctantly, but he doesn't let himself fall asleep while you're not with him.

When you come back, Miguel is laying with his eyes barely open, fighting off sleep. You smile at the sight and go lay down beside him. He immediately brings you closer, pulling you on top of him, but you just tangle your hand into his locks and listen to his slowing heartbeat.

"You okay, now?" You whisper into the dark but are only met with Miguel's quiet snores. You press one more kiss to his chest, right over his heart.

Sleep never came as easy as tonight.

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Yes, Miguel stopped himself from purring.

I'm thinking of making a second part that's just pure domesticity and fluff, we'll see.

Anyway, my dog puked on my carpet while I was making final edits to this just now.

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #x reader #x male reader #trans male reader #male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #noir-writes :3

[starfxkr]

omg i read about kitten!reader going through jj’s phone bc she’s obsessed with his ex flings and occasionally starts crying!!

sooo what came to my mind was bunny!reader going through rafe’s phone and finding an old chat between him and an ex girlfriend that’s like from 6 years ago but she texted him a few months ago and he didn’t even answer?!?

and she gets so mad and sad that she starts crying and then she just smashes his phone on the ground that it’s totally broken and he has to calm her down before he can give it to her the best way because she’s literally hyperventilating🎀

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

hey rafe! wanna watch up?

that was all the message said but it was enough to send your heart barreling to the pit of your stomach. you normally didn't mind going through rafe's phone, he had very little to peruse through anyways but a comment left by some girl on instagram made your senses start tingling.

there was no evidence of her on his account, not even in his archive, but based on their old chat they dated years ago. and every single text you read made you feel sick. from him calling her 'baby' to the sexts, it was enough to make you want to scream. but what was worst was the very last message. sent 3 months ago--you and rafe had been together for a year.

sure he didn't answer, but he still read it an instead of blocking her he let it sit there.

you come storming into his office, weepy and erratic with his phone in you're hand.

"are you fuckin serious? this bitch is texting you and you didn't do anything?" you're hyperventilating, barely able to be understood through your sobs.

rafe looked so shocked he could barely speak, eyebrows scrunched as he tried to work out what was going on, "what the fu- hey what's your fuckin problem i'm working."

he barely has time to duck before the phone goes flying past his head, smashing against the wall and clattering in peaces.

"why-why-why would she text you if she knows we're together!!!" you're hysterical now and rafe walks around his desk to attempt to hold you, grabbing your wrists to dodge your smacking hands until you collapse into his chest sobbing.

he lets you cry for a second, rubbing your back in soothing circles before speaking, "bunny, i don't even know what you're talkin about. clearly it's not that important to me if i didn't respond huh?"

you take a shuddering breath and nod--he was right, he didn't pay it any mind.

"now...you did break my phone however, so you're in trouble for that understand?"

you nod again.

"alright, now we'll worry bout that later, it's looking like i gotta prove to my girl she's the only one for me."

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

[piosplayhouse]

You wanna know about my lesbian drama?

On this beautiful day I was reading the continuation of the hihghy tumblr acclaimed series "All for the game" - now don't get me wrong the books kinda suck but I love them deeply. I got so obsessed that I went into full brainrot mode to THE POINT I went on good reads to check the comments... to my surprise MY EX SITUATIONSHIP was in the fucking comments saying "this book made me insane" NOW WTF DOES THIS BITCH KNOW ABOUT AFTG??? I stalked her profile and she had started reading all for the game in 2024??IN THIS YEAR? WHO DOES THAT?

Anyways, I used to talk about this bad books all the time I was with her, literal hour rants, and now 2 years latter she sat on her pretty ass to read them??? THE BOOKS WHERE MY THING!! I got so upset I started hyperventilating just imagining her reading the same words as me. THIS CANT BE HAPPENING! you can't just hyperfixate on the same thing I'm hyper fixating on if I HATE your ass.

Like my ex was a bitch to me but of all the shitty things she has done.. this good reads comment has to be the worst! STAY IN YOUR LANE!

I have no idea why you're telling me this but I fully agree 100% I hope her ass explodes

#deeply cumplane ask

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

The thing that still pisses me off by Derision is just how inconsistent the plot is. Like if it's explained that Marinette has PTSD from Chloe, why didn't she have any other meltdowns in past episodes when it involved Chloe?

Another reason why the episode doesn't work because whenever Marinette was around Chloe, she would just roll her eyes and go "Oh great, this bitch again." She didn't panic, she didn't freak out, she never hyperventilated; and look, I'm no PTSD expert, so I'm not one to talk about how PTSD works, but if you want Marinette's mental health to be taken seriously, you have this explain in earlier seasons. Not to manipulate us to give us another reason to root for the Love Square and piss on Chloe's character. It's insulting to both the fans of the show and actual victims of PTSD.

You could have at least justified this by saying something happened to Marinette that caused her to block out this memory from her mind, but then you'd have the question of why she didn't do this for stuff like "Cat Blanc".

And remember, the girl who is so incompetent, she can't even pronounce the word "democracy" correctly, is the one who caused the most lasting mental damage to Marinette.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #queen bee #queen b

[lunerna21]

***I meant to do a post for Chapter 1 of Book 7 earlier but it’s been super chaotic with the holidays 😭***

***Slightly longer post but I just want to get my feelings out lol***

BUT I do wanna vent about specific parts of this chapter cause I’m constantly on edge waiting for the release of Chapter 2 (even though I’ll be crying and hyperventilating throughout the next chapter)

First of all, let me start off with how much I love seeing Sebek have a bitch fit from us calling Malleus Tsunotaro

Like dude basically had an aneurysm and tantrum over it and I fucking love his reaction 😭

(Also totally not loving the attention from Malleus in the very beginning of the chapter 🙈)

Being such a huge fan of Sleeping Beauty I’m thriving on the focus of it for this Book and I can’t wait to see where it takes us ❤️

BUT BUT There were two parts that had me almost to the point of losing my goddamn mind

1. The idea that we could be leaving Ace, Deuce and Grim

When Deuce and Grim started reminiscing and getting upset about us leaving and Grim being alone again

JUST THE ABSOLUTE HEARTBREAK I FELT IN THIS SCENE WAS AWFUL LIKE TWST WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

CAN WE GIVE OURSELVES A BREAK WE KEEPING GOING THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER

BUT THEN ACE'S REACTION IS SENDING ME TO THE HEAVENS

I'M SO CONFUSED AT ACE'S REACTION LIKE CMON TELL ME HOW YOU ACTUALLY FEEL

Throughout the whole series we've always seen Ace consoling us and keeping his positive outlook, and I'm DYING to see how he reacts to us leaving when we have a guaranteed way home

I feel like once he know's our time is coming to an end, Ace is gonna be inconsolable and just completely break down and beg us to not leave

AND I WILL NOT BE OKAY

IF I SEE ALL THREE OF THEM CRYING ABOUT US LEAVING OR THE OTHER STUDENTS IM GONNA BE IN THERAPY FOR WEEKS

I wish we got to see him more vulnerable but I feel like Yana is just cooking something up to DEVASTATE the fandom

AND THE ACEYUU LOVER THAT I AM IM HOPING WE GET SOME DEVELOPMENT CAUSE THIS LITTLE SHIT IS SO GOOD AT MASKING HIS FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS

LIKE CMON ACE TRAPPOLA LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL

2. Malleus speaking about this past

LET ME TELL YOU MALLEUS DRACONIA NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN LOVE

THE AMOUNT OF TIME MALLEUS WAS ALONE AND HE WAS USED TO IT IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL

(Also screw that last option like why would I ever pick that after what he told us)

Just the fact as he was telling his story and we pointed it out and he was just like "Oh, I guess I was" and acknowledged it

Does everyone need to be so traumatized by their past in this game like goddamn the whole goddamn school needs a therapist

Just reminiscing on his reactions to spending time with us in the main story and side stories, and how much he enjoyed being included just makes the past events more special with him 😭

....And his reaction afterward we told him we'd found a way home...

WE'RE JUST ADDING ON MORE TO HIS LONELINESS AND I HATE IT CAN'T WE GIVE MALLEUS LOVE AND A BREAK

AND THEN THE WAY IT ENDED JUST SENDS ME INTO OVERDRIVE EVERY GODDAMN TIME

.....Malleus facing the horrible reality that everyone is slowly fading from his life and he has no way to prevent this is just....

When I tell you I'm going to be in therapy after Chapter 2, I will be so inconsolable that I will be in shambles for a while

I'm glad I'm also caught up to the Chapter 6 on the JPN server, but having to now relive everything in the EN server I will not be okay

Now I will sit in and cry impatiently as I wait for a date for the newest Chapter (ALSO MANIFESTING MORE CHAPTERS NEXT MONTH FOR BOTH SERVERS EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS)

Enjoying the rest of your day~~!! *walks off in tears*

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #malleus draconia #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst book 7 #twst book 7 spoilers #WHAT MORE CAN I SAY #IM ALL OVER THE PLACE

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Emily Prentiss X Daughter Reader

Request: Can you do Emily comforting daughter who has panic attack?

Panic attacks are the worst.

Third person pov...

It had been a tough case, 5 girls had been kidnapped from the same bar and each day they were killed and their bodies dumped in a different area each time.

The only thing similar about then was how similar they looked, they all had dark hair and dark eyes and all looked alot like a certain Agent, Emily Prentiss.

Currently the Agent was calling her daughter and letting her know what was happening with the case.

"But Mum it's dangerous, you can't!" Exclaimed Y/N through the video call that she was on in Penelopes office, on the screen her mother smiles trying to reassure her daughter.

After days of not getting anywhere the team had decided to send in an agent to go undercover and make contact with the Unsub.

The only one who looked like the victims was Emily, she of course was willing to go and catch this son of a bitch. But her daughter hated the plan.

"Y/N this is the only way to catch this guy, I will be okay" Explained Emily but the 11 year old wasn't listening to her mum. "No mum I can't lose you" Says

Y/N turning her head so she couldn't see her mums expression.

Emily sighs and looks at Penelope who shrugs her shoudlers but motions for her to talk to her daughter ans moves out of the way and mutters something about calling her 'chocolate thunder'.

Emily smiles sadly at her daughter, of course she already lost her once she doesn't want to loose her mum again. "N/N, sweetie please look at me?"askes Emily gently she didn't have long left until she had to leave.

Sighing the girl turns around and faces her tears threatening to fall but she keeps them in, Emily smiles at her almost teenager daughter.

"I'm promise you sweetie I will come home safe and sound nothing will happen to me" she promises touching the screen with her hand.

Y/N thinks for a second before putting her hand on the screen covering her mums larger hand. She sniffs softly.

"Fine you better keep your promise mum" she said, Emily nods her head. "I will sweetie see you soon" the screen then turns black Y/N stares at it for a couple seconds before she thanks Penelope and runs to her mums desk and sits at it.

She wraps one of her mums large jackets around herself as she waits until Penelope is finished to take the girl home.

Late that afternoon Y/N is back at the apartment currently curled up in her mums bedroom with Sergio with her the black cat curled up on the end of the bed.

Y/N didn't like sleeping in the apartment alone, since her mum 'died' the 11 year old never slept without her mum anywhere near her apart from on cases of course.

But to Y/N this one felt different something bad was going tk happen, suddenly her phone rings frightening the child, she breathes deeply before answering.

It was Hotch her Mum's boss. "Hotch is everything okay?" She asks the man, it's silent for a couple seconds before he answered.

"Y/N, I'm sorry to have to tell you this but we were too late, your Mum was killed by the unsub before we got to her, I'm sorry" he says Y/N freezes, her breathing heavy and panicked.

Her hands shake as she holds the phone almost dropping it. "W-what do you mean d-dead?" She stutters, silence again.

"Y-you mean this isn't a joke she's actually dead" she says, as the phone drops onto her lap, in a trance she falls back against the pillow and closes her eyes.

Then she wakes up screaming bloody murder. Eyes wide she Shoots up from thr bed and land on the floor hard.

Hyperventilating and sobbing loudly as she relieves the nightmare over and over again, she pushes herself against a wall and into a corner trying to feel safe.

Nothing was working the child clutches her pyjama top tightly she couldn't breathe she felt suffocated. The grill tries to take the shirt off but in her haste gets stuck which makes her panic even more.

She couldn't remember what to do she wanted ber mum she needed her mum to be safe still sobbing thr girl manages to finally rip of the offending clothing and sits in a vest and her pyjamas pants on the floor.

Her panic attack still active, she rocks back and forth trying to comfort herself but nothing in happening all she can think about is the horrible nightmare.

As her panic attack continues she doesn't hear the door opening and her Mum walking in. From the front Emilt sighs and locks thr door behind her.

As she does she calls out for her daughter but doesn't hear the usual pitter patter of feet running up to her.

Worried she makes her way to Y/Ns room, the bed had hardly be slept in, suddenly she hears sobs coming from her bedroom. " N/N" she gasps ans sprints in the general direction of her room.

Once she kicked the door open she searched for her daughter, when she found her thr 11 year old was curled up in a corner so tightly Emily was worried she was stuck.

Emily saw her covers thrown off the bed and onto the floor and sported Y/N pyjama shirt thrown away.

Seeing the state of panic her daughter was in Emily set to work calming her daughter down.

She knelt down infront her hands held out making sure she didn't touch her scared daughter, she then encourages her to breathe slowly and deeply.

She knows not to touch her unless she reaches out first.

Y/N tries it making Emily smile at her daughter and praise her she would hear the breath evening out. "That's good Y/N, it's okay mummy's here" she whispers to her daughter.

Then remembers the 3 3 3 rule for panic attack. "N/N" this gets Y/N attention she nods her head Emily smiles.

"That's good, now look around your environment to identify three objects" she says, the girl then looks around and names three objects.

"...you...Sergio...bed..."

"Good girl, next three sounds"

Y/N takes a deep breath and holds out her shaking hands which Emily takes and strokes gently.

"...Your voice...Sergios bell...clock ticking..."

Emily's smiles stays on her face her daughter is doing great, Sergio rubs his face against his scares owner making the girl crack a smile.

"Now lastly move three body parts" Says Emily, Y/N then wriggles her fingers, stretches out her legs and moves her neck.

After that she had calmed down alot, before Emily can move Y/N is already in her arms hugging her mum tightly instanlty feeling safe enough to sleep.

Emily sighs in relief as her daughter relaxes after that she needs sleep. Carefully Emily stands up and walks towards her bed and crawls in her daughter holding her tightly.

As they get settles Sergio jumps up and curls up on the empty space next to the two, the family get comfy and sleep Emily kissing her daughters forehead before sleeping.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot woo three in one night hope this makes up for not updating forever.

Request are open!

Word count: 1260

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ASMR ASTARION?? YES PLEASE

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this is for all of you Astarion-loving babes out there (including me) who would like to fall asleep to our beloved Vampire!

(Try not to hyperventilate, cuz I certainly did)

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