#same goes with drugs n shit all I hear is horror stories and how it kills people

[butchdykekondraki]

OMG I CAN **DEFINITELY** RAMBLE ABOUT THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE WAA I'll be talking about the first film !!! Cuz the second one is too fucked up

okay so here are the tws !!!1!1!

Tw Murder, suicide, body horror.. slight sxual themes(like one icky scene), technically kidnapping, blood, death, guns, drugs.. I'm sorry if I missed anything D: !!

Okay so I'm gonna try to put this in a timeline like u did with dsaf, but first the characters ^_^

Characters:

> a truck driver (shock) (he dies)

> Jenny, an American tourist, Lindsay's friend

> Lindsay an American tourist, Jenny's friend

> Amy, a friend of Jenny's and lindsays (we only hear her voice, never see her)

> Katsuro, japanese tourist who can't speak English not germna

> Dr. Josef Heiter, German, main villain

> Kranz and Voller , German detectives

> 3dog / 3 hound , literally just 3 combined dogs

NOW FOR THE TIMELINE WAA!!!!

> Heiter cries over pictures of his 3dog , which are 3 rottweilers combined mouth to ass.

> he spots a truck driver who stopped to go take a shit in the woods and shoots him

> the movie cuts off to Lindsay and Jenny.

> Lindsay and Jenny are both tourists at Germany, they are staying at a hotel.

> Lindsay calls up Amy to tell her that they're both going to a party because some dude invited Jenny, and Jenny calls the car company to rent a car for a little.

> they drive but get lost in the woods, and get a flat tire in the middle of arguing.

> unable to figure out what to do, and with it raining, they argue some more. Lindsay tries to call someone, but no luck because theres no signal for whatever reason.

> they're staying in the car thinking of what to do, when this old guy who looks high af stops his car next to them, thinking they're p0rn actresses or whatever the fuck, talking in German.

> Lindsay and Jenny try to ask him for help, but Jenny translates the fact he said "fucking" and they both decide to not continue the conversation. Eventually the guy leaves.

> Lindsay spots a light in the distance and suggests going there and asking for help (BECAUSE SHE'S A DUMBASS. DUMMY!). Jenny refuses at first, saying she has heels on and that it's raining and that they should judt wait in the car, but eventually agrees.

> they run through the woods and find a house. The lights are on, so they knock on the door desperately asking for help.

> our dude Heiter opens up, and after being asked if he could help the girls, he asks if they're alone, to what they hesitantly reply that yes, they are. He lets them come in.

> they go and sit down at the couch, and ask if he could call the car company for them. He agrees and asks if they'd like a glass of water, to what they agree.

> Heiter goes to the kitchen and "calls" the car company, as he pours the water into the glasses. (BITCH DIDNT CALL ANYONE just spoke to the AIR). Jenny and Lindsay talk about how he's kinda creepy and they're getting a bad vibe from him.

> he says they'd be here in 30 minutes, and gives Jenny and Lindsay the water, which they both drink (before that jenny asked if he lives here with his wife in an attempt to small talk, to what he replied 'no. I don't like human beings.')

> Lindsay spills some of her water and Heiter gets really mad, insulting her in German. She promises to clean it all up.

> basically long story short he DRUGGED THEM BOTH!!! they passed out and woke up on hospital beds !!! . Before that Heiter also kidnapped Katsuro.

> Heiter, very happy, explains to the 3 prisoners about how he's gonna make them into a human centipede, because he doesn't want to seperate anymore and wants to combine. He explains how he's gonna sew them mouth to ass, making them share one digestive system. (An alternative name to the human centipede is the Siamese triplet). None of the prisoners are very happy about that.

> Katsuro insults Heiter by calling him a n@zi, so Heiter decides to umm what is the word. He injects Katsuro with something that just makes him fall asleep.

> he does the same for Jenny, and Lindsay runs away.

> she locks herself in a room, trying to reason with Heiter who's angirly screaming at her about how if she doesn't open up he'll rip her teeth out one by one with no anesthesia. At some point he goes silent, and as Lindsay tries to escape through a window, she finds him standing there and trying to break the window.

>Lindsay gets away just in time and falls into a pool. Heiter talks about how he's happy she escaped because now he knows for certain she'll be in the middle. Lindsay begs to be killed on the spot, but Heiter just activates the automatic pool cover thing and leaves.

>Lindsay gets out from under there just in time, and goes back to the basement to try and escape with unconscious jenny (OMG UNCONSCIOUS WAS THE WORD/LH).

> she runs outside and gets shot with a little arrow so now she's unconscious too. (Forgot to mention this but Heiter actually knocked the truck driver out in order to make him part of the centipede, but he didn't match. After killing the truck driver, THEN he kidnapped Katsuro)

> Heiter performs the surgery!! The centipede is now complete!!!

Aughh I'll stop here bcz my hands are tired D: but if it's okay I might continue explaining it all later?? :,3

And also I'd love to hear u ramble some more so yes I'll try my best to pop in every day/lh/pos

WAWAWAWA THIS SOUNDS SO SO COOL ????????? gah we really oughta watch human centipede,,, its totally ok 2 continue explaining l8r we dont mind at all !!!!! ^_^

#[ren] #ouu it seems so so interesting !!! :-0 #also wawa pls dont feel pressured 2 !!!!! /gen

[chimtaesty]

broken souls (pjm!hybrid au)

plot :Helping hybrids is your passion, as a local hybrid center calls you for help because of a abused and broken panther hybrid you pack your stuff and hurry to put him back together.

warnings: death, abuse | 4.9k words

a/n: hi there, it’s been a while huh? I’m finally back and better than ever. I released two stories lately which seemed like a fever dream so i won’t continue them but i hope you are ready to keep supporting my stuff :) I hope you like this story since i spent a lot of time and thoughts on it :)

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“Hello? Who is this?”

“Am i talking to Y/N?”

“Yes you are, who is this?” 

“Oh, i’m sorry for not introducing myself, my name is Helen Wallis and I'm the Head of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Center Crystal Snow. I’m calling because we take care of a very delicate case at the moment, the issue is that we don’t know how to take further care of this poor soul and I heard that you are an amazing psychologist student who even helped the Seong-girl out of her cruel thoughts. If you could maybe take your time to take a look at this broken boy we would all be really thankful.”

To be honest, this girl didn’t take a lot of work. She was spoiled and upset because a boy in her school rejected her. The only reason this became a big thing was because the parents are influential people. But you would love to help someone who needed your help so you didn’t have another choice.

“I would gladly take a look at him, if you could send me his file.”

“Oh yes, of course. Thank you a lot Y/N, your help means a lot”

You’ve looked at the same three sheets of paper for the last two hours and you can’t believe what’s printed on it. The sentences make you angry and give you the feeling of having to throw up. He was raised on a local farm which turned out to be an underground fighting ring. He had to take drugs. He was raped and had to watch his mum getting killed, the only person on this planet who he loved. He has lost someone just like you, you may be able to connect with him faster than with Seong Hye-Jin.

The speed of your heart beating decreases as you pack the papers back into your bag. The bus rumbles and your stop arrives faster as you expected it to. The building looks nice, it has  a big blue sign on top that says “Crystal Snow Rehabilitation Center”. It’s a short walk across the street to the entrance. As you walk towards the front desk a chubbier in white dressed older lady walks towards you. “You must be Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you. I called you earlier this week” you nod and shake her hand. “Yes, I tried to prepare myself as well as possible, but i’m not sure if he is going to welcome my help. I would say we just give it a try.”

The walk to Jimin’s room is long, there are a lot of doors, hallways and two elevators involved. Before Helen opens the door she turns around and clasps your hands in hers. “I need you to be careful. I couldn’t forgive myself if he hurt you. If something goes south please shout immediately, security is right outside this door. God may bless you” she whispers the last sentence as she turns the key and the door opens. You smile at Helen and take a step in. You never thought much about god or christianity, it’s all a hoax. Where was god when you needed him? 

“Please leave the door open until I say otherwise” you whisper towards Helen and she nods. As you take a look inside the tiny room you are reminded of your bedroom at your parents house. It was tiny but cozy, Jimin might feel the same.

There he is, laying on his bed facing the window. “Hi there, Jimin. My name is Y/N, I would like to talk to you. Is that fine with you?” He doesn’t say anything nor does he move. He’s not ignoring you though, he’s listening very well. “Should i leave the door open?” you ask silently and he doesn’t answer, he turns around to look at you. A thing catches your attention immediately, the big scar across his left eye.

He nods and you nod back not saying anything. “Can i sit myself down over there or should I stay here?” you ask again to tear his attention from the open door, this is no time to do something dumb. “Stay” he whispers and you comply, he wants to keep you at a distance. The spot you’re standing at is a great place to oversee everything you do. “Alright, i’ll just sit down right here” you smile, he doesn’t reply.

As you sit there on the floor he grows more comfortable. The door is open and there is no one who pushes him to speak. You lowered yourself to the ground where he is able to look down on you. “So, Jimin. We both know why I’m here. To be quite honest, these people here don’t really care about you. It sounds harsh but that’s the truth. The only thing they are interested in is rehabilitating you and getting you out of here. They want you to move on and live normally but let’s be real for a second, that’s impossible.” His head snaps upwards to look at you.

“Everyone tells you how great life is and how badly you need to move on. The problem is that after all life ever gave you, it’s hard for you to understand that optimism. Life is shit, isn’t it?” you chuckle and he nods. “I didn’t expect you to say that” his raspy voice fills the room.

You chuckle “What? That life’s shit? Well, it’s the truth.” he nods and suddenly his ears move from being stuck flat on his head to standing upwards, ready to listen to you. “You know, Jimin. I understand you. Life hasn’t been kind to me either. I might’ve not lived through something as terrific as you but it comes close. Do you want to hear it?” he nods but still keeps his head low. You know that sharing hurtful experiences can help you connect to each other. You knew almost everything about him. You know what those horrible people did to him and how he became who he is now but he knows nothing about you. He doesn’t know why you are willing to sit on his floor or why the hell the door was kept open

“I had to kill my father” That catches his attention. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at you.

“Two men broke into our house one night when I was thirteen. I didn’t know what was happening, I mean it was around three am and i was sleeping. My brother was dead when I arrived in the living room, they had almost decapitated him. My parents were restrained and sat up on our couch.” 

I have to breathe for a moment before I can continue. Right in that moment he locked his gaze with me for the first time. We share a quick glance.

“My mum was raped before they slit her throat and I couldn't do anything.I had to stab my dad 28 times. The only thing I remember was them telling me that everything’s my fault. I don’t know what I did nor do I know why my parents had to pay for it. But I moved on. I didn’t forget, not that I ever could forget this massacre but, I try to survive. Nothing can ever bring them back and I know that. I will never see them again and it hurts everytime i close my eyes because I see their lives leaving their bodies when I do but I try to move on. I try to live ” 

I wipe my tears and look at the floor as all the pictures come back. The blood, the bones being cracked and the lives being taken-”I’m sorry you had to go through that” he whispers and a small sniff leaves your body. “Thank you, Jimin.” you whisper back and for a moment there’s just silence. It’s comforting and scary at the same time. It’s almost as if he accepts you now, as if he knows what you feel.

“Do i have to tell you?” you shake your head with a small smile. You wouldn’t mind but every time you have to talk about it you literally relive what happened. You don’t want him to feel what you do now  “No, you don’t have to if you don’t want to” he nods and sighs, a big weight visually leaving his shoulders. “You can sit on the chair, the floor must be cold” you almost laugh. “I’ll gladly. Thank you, Jimin.” You sit down in front of him and he moves back slightly.

“Jimin” you whisper and his head snaps towards you “Yes?” he whispers back. His eyes softly gaze at yours “I need you to know that you’re not alone. What you had to go through is in no way forgettable and I know that you regret many things but you’re not alone. ” he just stares at you until his eyebrows furrow and his chest starts to move faster and faster. You triggered something, something bad.

“You’re lying” he whispers and his nostrils flare and his eyes stare at the floor. “You’re lying like everyone else.” He almost growls at you as you try to deny what he said. “I’m not, Jimin, listen to me!” you plead and you notice the shift. In front of you is no longer the quiet and understanding person he was two minutes ago . He shifted to what those people made him, a broken, hurt and traumatized boy who’s life is a living hell.

Now that they got him out of there he’s held captive in his mind. The horror he had to experience every day is now tormenting him inside his own head and no one seems to understand that.  His eyes grow dark and his body builds itself up and he flashes his teeth in a threatening way. He closes himself off. He’s gone, the soft understanding boy you were just talking to was somewhere crying in a corner of his mind scared of getting attached and being thrown away like garbage.

In a matter of seconds his hands find their way around your throat. He tightens his grip and you find it hard to breathe. Your pleads come out strangled as he lets out a low grunt. This situation reminds you of the night you killed your father. The men strangled you as well while you watched your mum being raped, the only difference here is that Jimin isn’t doing it out of pleasure, he’s terrified to the point where he’s alright with taking another person's life.

The two security men find their way into the room as your legs give in and you two fall to the floor, Jimin didn’t let go though. Your last attempt of staying alive needs to work so you clasp his face in between your hands. You stroke his cheek and give him a small smile. “It’s alright” His eyebrow twitches slightly and in a matter of seconds his grip around your throat loosens and your vision finds its way back to you. You cough violently after you push him behind yourself.

“Miss, please move. We need to move this farrell animal, he’s a threat” you shake your head as you move closer to Jimin “He’s not- cough -that’s why I-cough-I’m here. Pl-cough-Please move outside, thank you-cough.” They share a worried look but do as told and move to their spots outside. Your head hangs low as you try to steady your breathing.

Behind you, you can hear silent but repetitive sorry’s.

You turn around slightly, just to look at him. He now understood what he had done. You can’t blame him for what he did, he was terrified as you somehow triggered something in his brain with your reassurance. “Jimin” you breathe out and his rant of sorry’s stop. “Jimin,this isn’t your fault, okay? I’m not mad at you” You turn towards him and take his hand into yours.

“Do you hear me? I’m not mad at you” he doesn’t look at you as you talk to him. The atmosphere in his room is cold and uncomfortable. His demeanor changed, he feels sorry and you know that. He almost killed you and you’re not upset. It’s something that’s hard to understand, why would someone you hurt still like you? Simple, they are either unconditionally in love with you or know how you feel. They understand the things you went through, the pain you feel, they relate.

“How?” He whispers as his emotions get ahead of him. “I almost killed you, look at your throat” he sniffs and you can’t help but touch it. It’s sore and probably bright red but you don’t really care. “It’s fine” you answer him and he shakes his head “How can that be fine? You were nothing but nice to me and I struck you to the floor to strangle you. If that is fine to you, you’re dumb”

You nod your head “Maybe I am”. You stroke the hair out of your face and get up. “I’ll be leaving now-“It was nice meeting you Y/N, I’m sorry that I hurt you and I understand that you won’t come ba-“Oh, I’m coming back” his head snapped up to look at you. “What?” You chuckled slightly “You can’t get rid of me that easily, we are friends now, Jimin.” He just gives you a star struck expression as you’re almost outside of his room. “I’ll bring you some cake next time”

-

About a week later you again stand in front of the center. You thought a lot about how you could help Jimin and to be honest, you have no idea. The only thing that somehow connects you two is the trauma. There’s nothing that really connects you, you lived a great life until that night, you always had and always will have the privilege of being a human and not a hybrid. Jimin was born on a farm like an animal, raised like one and treated like one.

In your hands you hold the cake you promised him the last time. You open the door just to be greeted with Helen. She smiles at you and welcomes you with a warm handshake “Y/N, how nice to see. Jimin has been asking for you everyday. He told me what he has done and how you treated him. I’m glad that you didn’t run away, he really needs your help” you nod and smile at her “We had a great start actually, I’m positive that I’m able to help him.” she gives you a comforting smile before she answers you “He’s outside, by the pond” you nod and take your leave to the garden.

The garden is blooming beautifully, a lot of flowers and bushes decorate the garden in a welcoming and soft way. Other hybrids roam around the garden as well. Some play together, some stay alone just like Jimin. He’s sitting on a bench in front of the pond while he stares at the water. You clear your throat as you stand right behind him and he’s fast to turn around.

His face shifts to a soft smile as he sees you. “Y/N!” he exclaims happily. He puts his legs down and makes space for you. You thankfully take the spot next to him. The air is thick between you two and you can pinpoint exactly why. He still feels sorry for what he did and you don’t really know how to approach this matter.

“I brought you the cake I promised” you throw into the silence. He doesn’t look, he doesn’t move at all. “I thought you wouldn’t come again” he says sadly. Your head snaps towards his and your eyes lock. “Why would you think that? I told you i would come back” you give back. He shakes his head and finally glances at the cake “I thought you might’ve changed your mind.” you sigh and hit his shoulder lightly. “I would never break my promise, now try the cake” you give him a fork and let him taste it.

“I didn’t bake it though, I’m terrible in the kitchen” you chuckle and he smiles “That’s fine, it’s delicious” he silently eats the cake and thanks you another two times. “How’s your throat?” he asks quietly. You unconsciously touch your throat. “It’s fine, it’s a little bit red” he nods and shoves another fork of cake into his mouth. Just then you notice a red mark on his right hand. They didn’t hit him, did they?

“Jimin, you need to be completely honest with me right now” his eyes go wide as your face grows angry. “Did they hurt you for what you did to me?” he almost chokes on his cake as you ask him that. “Did they hit you?” you ask again and he hides his hand before he tries to explain himself. “It’s not like i didn’t deserve it.” he stammers. “They are not allowed to do that, Jimin. You should’ve told me right away, I will make sure something like that never happens ever again.” he shakes his head and takes your hand into his. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” You give him an angry look “It is not alright, no one should treat you like that” he smiles slightly and strokes the back of your hand.

“I’m fine” and for a moment you believe him. You forget the red mark on his hand and the scar across his eye. You forget what happened to you and what happened to him. You forget the handprints around your throat. The trees and flowers disappear as well as the pond which seems to drain into oblivion. Nothing else other than the beautiful boy in front of you seems to exist. The way his dark hair almost hides his beautiful eyes which are trying to reassure you. The way his bruised hand gently strokes yours and the way this feeling makes you want to cry. It makes your walls crumble.

“Y/N?” his voice tugs you out of your thoughts. His hand wipes a tear from your face “Why are you crying?” he asks quietly. You can’t talk, it’s like someone took your ability to speak.

“It’s alright, I sometimes cry as well.” He lets go of your hand and suddenly everything comes back. Everything is there again and it’s hard to comprehend. Why did it feel nice?

“I did horrible things, you know. You shouldn’t look at me like that” your eyebrows furrow. “Like what?” he looks up at the sky “Like you love me, my mum used to look at me like that” he gives back and you can’t move. “It’s a look that says that you would give me the universe and more if you could. It’s a look which says that you would love everything about me but you won’t, you can’t. I did things that not a single living creature should do. If you knew what i did, you wouldn’t speak to me ever again. You would look at me the same way as everyone else ever did! “ he almost shouted.

You are taken aback, what is he talking about. “Well, what did you do?” he whips around and stares at you in disbelief. “Did you just completely ignore what i said?” you shake your head and smile at him “Do you think I’m like everyone else? I stabbed my dad almost thirty times, how bad can it be?” his face grows angry and he pushes the cake to the side. “One time I was in the ring I had to kill my opponent. The bloodier it was the better, so I ripped his windpipe from his throat. Another time I broke someone's neck just to get fed. Do you even know what it feels to get praised for taking someone's life?”

Without thinking you get closer, your noses almost touched as you did. “Yes, I do know what it feels like to get praised for taking someone’s life. They praised me the whole night for killing my father and later made me bury his corpse while my raped mother had to watch all of it. After i complied with them they slit her throat and left me laying in my mother’s blood while i wanted to die. The last thing they said before leaving me was “That’s what good girls do”, so don’t tell me i don’t know what it feels like. I know how people look at someone who had to survive something like this, I know it damn well.”

For a few seconds you two just stare at each other with wide and teary eyes. The mood is tense. The only thing you can hear is Jimin’s heavy breathing and you trying to not breathe at all. A tear leaves his eye and all of a sudden his lips find their way onto yours. You can’t grasp what is happening, your lips move by themselves. Your hand finds its way onto his cheek and he grabs the back of your neck caressingly. Never has a kiss felt like this, like the whole earth could explode and you wouldn’t care as long as you were kissing him.

But the thought of you two getting caught struck your mind and you stopped.

“W-why, did you stop?” his voice was a faint whisper. He knows why but he still feels the need to ask. “It felt good,” he continues. “We can’t be seen, Jimin” his face falls and he shakes his head “I don’t care” he whispers as you get up. “But i do, if they get a whiff of what just happened i won’t be allowed to meet you anymore.” you gather your stuff as he suddenly grabs your hand to stop you “I want you to adopt me” he almost shouts. You halt in your actions while your eyes widen.

“I realised that there is no person other than you who really cares about me. There’s no one who understands what I’ve been through. Not a single person can relate to what my life has been like. When I’m with you it feels like the whole universe disappears and there’s only you, you pull me out of those cruel thoughts, you take the pain away Y/N. Please adopt me” you can’t move. That’s not how you expected this whole thing to go. Of course you like him, there’s a connection and even feelings you can’t name but, it’s wrong. The way he sees it is wrong.

He sees a saviour who might rescue him from the life he used to live. To be honest, you’re ready to be that, his saviour, but is it the right thing to do, or to be?  “Why aren’t you saying anything? Am i not good enough? Do you want me to change? I can-”No, Jimin. I-I don’t really know if that is how you really feel-”Of course that is what i really feel like, i need you Y/N” he shouts.

You step back with a small yelp escaping your mouth. His eyes soften “I’m sorry, i didn’t want to yell at you” All of sudden two men rush across the garden just to push you away from him “Stop! You’re hurting her” he shouts as you harshly fall on your butt. This is his mother’s death all over. He wasn’t able to get to her and now he’s being held back while they push you around. They grab Jimin and try to get him going but he’s too focused to get to you “Y/N!” he screams and you are fast to get up “Sir, please let go”you shout, much to your displeasure he just blows you off. They push him to the floor getting him ready to be sedated. Jimin doesn’t comply, the only thing he does is shout your name.

You throw yourself to the floor to look into his eyes. His eyes are wide and his face wet from crying “Please, Y/N don’t leave me. I can’t live without you, god please.” he pleads between broken cries. “Jimin, hey, listen to me. i’m right here! I won’t leave you” he cries and cries as he slowly drifts into a deep slumber “I need you” he whispers before he’s completely knocked out.

You once again look at the man in front of you. Is it wrong to love someone you just met? You are no psychiatrist, you have nothing to lose, do you? The only thing you desire more than helping him out of the dark space he’s in, is hold him in your arms. To wipe his tears and tell him that everything will be fine.

-

You thought a lot about him and his pleading about adoption. He would fit, no doubt. You two share one soul. The apartment you live in is hybrid friendly and there’s enough space. Yesterday you got a call from the center asking you to come in and meet Jimin again since his condition has worsened. He hasn’t eaten properly for almost a week, he doesn’t speak or move from his bed and refuses to look at anyone other than you. 

You once again stand in front of the center unsure why you are here. Are you here to end something that never happened or continue something that has potential? You don’t know. But deep down you already know the answer

Helen waits for you at the front desk. She eagerly drags you along the long way to Jimin’s room. You remember the corridors and the two elevators as if you’ve walked those corridors a million times just to get to him. She doesn’t speak since she told you everything on the phone, she just escorts you to his room.

The door opens with the jingle of the keys and your heart breaks as you look inside. He’s curled up on his bed holding the fork you brought with you last week. He looks at it as if it’s a picture, telling him a story.

“Jimin” you whisper. His head moves slightly, needing to reassure what he was hearing. “Jimin, it’s me” you say once again.

He puts himself up on his feet and looks at you. His face seems thinner and his face is puffy from crying. You don’t know how someone could hurt him, how someone could force him to do things he didn’t want to or how someone could kill the one person who loved him. How someone could take everything he had, he ever was. You can’t understand it. You would give him everything. You would give your life for him if you could.

“Y/N” he breathes out. His eyes close and a small smile forms on his face. “I thought I’ll never see you again,” he says. Your body moves on its own as you walk towards him. You almost throw yourself into his arms. “I thought you left me” he chokes out.

“I’ll stay by your side as long as you need me, I told you that before. Don’t you ever think that I’ll leave you” you whispered into his chest. The comforting smell of his sweater grazes your nose. His tail wrapping around your legs in a comforting manner.

“What makes you think that I’m worth your love?” he whispers back and you can’t help but hold him tighter as your eyebrows furrow. “I’ll love you because you can’t love yourself, that’s fine with me.” Tears form in your eyes as his soften.

He sighs and strokes your back “Then please never leave me” he mumbles and you nod your head. “You won’t ever have to be alone, Park Jimin” he smiles and strokes your back as you look at him. “I’ll never leave you. I thought about it and I think it’s the best to have you by my side, I would like to adopt you” you smile. His breath stops for a moment as you finish your sentence.

His legs give in and you both rush to the floor. The dark strands of hair fall into his face and his sobs fill the room and you hug him tight. “You’ll have a home, a place where no one can hurt you. A place for you and me” he nods and you smile back at him

“I never thought that I'd ever escape this. I thought I’ll have to live like this, locked away like a mad person. Alone with my thoughts and what happened to me. But the second you came into my room I knew. I knew that all of this is going to change. That I’ll escape” you nod at him. “The moment I read about what happened to you, I knew that I would do everything I could to save you. I’ll give you the peace you deserve, I’ll love you until death does us apart, Park Jimin”

a/n: i hope you liked it, stop by at my masterlist for more works of mine.

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Wrapped In Plastic - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: The new kid at school intrigues you. He’s infatuated too, but beneath that scary exterior, you’ve got no idea what’s in store. 

Notes: Era: Spooky Kids! Requested by anon: “High school Brian having a crush on you.”

There he is, sitting in front of the principal again. Brian Warner. You're surprised he hasn't been expelled yet, frankly, even though he just moved here to South Florida recently.

You watch from afar, sitting with your friends. He's making that face. That expression... or lack of expression. He doesn't give a fuck what he got in trouble for, and you, he and the principal know it.

"Hey. (y/n)," your best friend says, "What the hell? Are you listening?"

"Yeah," you mutter, glancing back into the office. God, he would probably fuck like an animal, taking you in some old haunted forest somewhere while spanking you and telling you you're his dirty little slut...

Your friend scoffs when she sees where you're looking.

"That guy is dangerous, quit fantasizing. That isn’t your picture perfect bad boy-- that’s like dating the next Son of Sam killer.”

Your other friend chimes in. “My sister told me she saw him and his pack of weirdos out lighting an abandoned house on fire. My sister’s friend said she hears him jerking off in the washroom every lunch hour. The whole school knows about it. Also apparently in creative writing, he turned in this story about this guy fucking his sister's corpse or something. Seriously weird, probably evil. He's gonna end up in jail, mark my words." You ignore your friend, but turn back into the conversation.

Eventually, the principal gives up, dismissing him. You see Brian join his friends outside the office door, who have been waiting-- Jeordie and Stephen, you think you've heard them called in class. The one with the brown comb-over is called Pogo outside of class, because of his fascination with serial killers. You think it's funny. Those guys just do whatever they want. 

Your breath hitches. Brian tucks his long black hair behind his ear, looking up and grinning at his friends. He's describing what he did, and he looks like a gleeful child who just got away with murder as the other two bust out laughing and dig for details. How could anyone think he's evil? 

Cold chills run through your body as he meets your eyes. Oh, fuck. He smirks a little bit your way, but you quickly look away. His features harden, and he turns back to his friends. You turn back to yours.

You can't help watching after him as he walks down the hall to fourth period, though... his head nearly reaches the ceiling, and that metal Planet Of The Apes lunchbox makes you smile. You've heard him make a threat or two to beat someone's ass with it, and you believe he'd do it. For every bully who promised him he'd be nothing, there's something about him that promised so much more.

--

The bell goes, and Brian sits down at the desk. 

"She was looking at you." 

"Yeah, she was talking to her friends about me," Brian mutters back.

"She looked like she was wetting her panties over you," Jeordie grins, "She looks like she wanted to suck your dick right there in front of Mr. Ogilvie!"

"That'd be the day," Brian sighs. 

"Yeah, you'd have beat off material forever," Pogo laughs.

"But she wasn't," he said, "You guys are just fucking blind."

"I don't know, I got some blow job vibes from her,” Pogo says. 

“You get blow job vibes from everyone.” 

“I’ll blow you for lunch money,” Jeordie mentions. Pogo shrugs. 

“I might take you up on that.” His obnoxious laughter rings out as you walk by the door. You recognize it immediately, and look back. Brian’s sitting there, knees tucked under the desk like his legs won’t fit. Shit. In your experience, being this preoccupied with someone meant you were into them... or at least, wanted to see more of them. 

Brian looks up again, and sees you staring at him. This time, he frowns. You’re drawn away by your friend, who pulls you toward your next class. As you're walking, someone calls your name.

“Hey! (y/n), right?” 

You turn as your friend keeps walking ahead. You scoff slightly as he approaches. “Like you don’t know my name.” You pause, backtrack. “I- sorry. That was mean."

“That’s okay. I’ve been known to be a little mean too,” he smirks, and he flips his hair out if his face. “I guess when you hang around a bunch of catty bitches all the time, it rubs off on you.” His voice is so deep and calm. It throws you off whenever he speaks, but does other things to you as well.

"Hanging out with a pair of delinquents can do the same." Your eyes dart inside the classroom to his friends, who are carving something into a desk. He gives a small smile.

"Touché."

“Speaking of rubbing off,” you raise an eyebrow, “Did you want to talk to me?”

He blushes, then forces his embarrassment away. “That rumor’s not true.”

“No?”

“Nah. I did light that abandoned house on fire though.” He grins, and you do as well, hugging your books closer to your chest. 

“So. You’re a rebel, huh?”

“If not putting up with everybody’s bullshit counts as rebelling, then yeah. I guess so.”

“I can respect that,” you nod. “I feel the same way... but I’m not as fearless as you.”

“Are you saying you might commit arson with me, (y/n)?” 

“Maybe. How did the conversation progress to lighting things on fire with you?” 

He laughs, ducks his head nervously. “Well. Um, I saw you staring like a creep, and... I was wondering if you wanted to be creeps together. Y’know... hang out sometime? Come see my band, or...?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yeah, I am.”

You smile, poking his black shirt that read Christianity is Unnatural, Abnormal, and Perverse. “You’ve got balls, Brian.” You look at the clock, and back to his class. “What do you say we fuck off for the rest of the day?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “You wanna skip class today?”

“Sorry,” you walk your fingers up his chest. “I know I’m not quite at your level of rebellion yet, but it’s a start.” 

He laughs as he follows you to your locker. 

---

“So. Do you have a car?”

“No.” He scratches his head. “We can walk back to my house, though. My parents aren’t home.” 

Following that plan, you make it back to his house. For someone hailed as the Antichrist of the school, he's got a relatively normal looking home, white picket fence and everything. All that changes once you get to his room.

"Wow," you say, looking up at everything. He's got serial killer-like writing scrawled on the wall by his bed, lyrics that seem like they're straight out of a porno or a horror film, or both. There are pentagrams drawn on his bed posts, and posters of bands like Nine Inch Nails, Ozzy Osbourne, KISS on his walls.

"I know it's stupid, but I'd give anything to meet those guys," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's not stupid," you say, examining the edges of the posters, freyed from the move no doubt. "I actually think it's awesome. I love Ozzy."

"One day I'm gonna beat his record for most drugs consumed over a lifetime."

"Have you started practicing?" you tease.

"I... well, I haven't had the chance."

"Right. Let me know when you do." You smile, going over to sit on his bed. He looks down at you, seems to have a mini panic attack, then acts cool with it, playing with his lip ring and sitting beside you. You look around the messy floor. He's got a strange mix of stuff that oddly seems to perfectly fit his personality: leaking boxes of black hair dye, various lipsticks and nail polishes, a bag of weed, books on the rise of fascism and Carl Jung's red book, an antique-looking switchblade, a Willy Wonka hat, condoms with little angry faces drawn on them, an old deflated football with "FIGHT" written on it, and... "What's that?" you ask, leaning down. Brian coughs.

"Oh. Yearbook from last year."

You pick it up, looking at all the little drawings of candy, needles, Charles Manson and other doodles he's defaced the book with. "But you didn't go to this school last year."

"I traded my mom's diet pills for it."

"Huh. Hustling already. Must have been some good stuff." You hesitate. The page was open to the photos of you as the lead in the play last year. You smirk, pretending to squint. "Is that a cum stain I see on my face?"

"You wish," he huffs, but he's blushing, hair curtaining around his face. You give him a look, turning fully toward him.

"Why'd you really invite me over?"

"To tell you I hate you, knock you out, and bury you in my backyard." You laugh.

"I mean, if you think about it..."

"It's the perfect plan. Invite the girl you've got a crush on over, assume she's gonna make fun of you, lure her in, then get your revenge." You smile, laying back on his bed.

"You just admitted to having a crush on me."

"Wasn't it obvious?" he asks. "I only ever threaten to kill the people I really wanna fuck."

"And do you really wanna fuck me, Bri?" you ask coyly, crawling dangerously close to him. He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his long, graceful throat. "You wanna fuck me right here, right now, while your parents aren't home, make me scream your name while you blare your favorite metal record and act like things'll never change?"

"That sounds good," he groans. His hands wander up your thigh, and you smile, bouncing on his leg. "...I also wanna share my music with you. Read a book over your shoulder. Maybe pop a few pills, key someone's car, grab a milkshake and look at the stars on Special K so we feel like we're floating, you know. Before I bang the shit out of you. Date stuff."

"Is this not our first date?" you ask. His tongue flicks up over his lip ring again. 

"I guess you could say it is."

"Good. Cause I never fuck on a first date," you say, "Or so I tell people." He clenches his jaw, and braces a skinny arm beside your head, leaning down to capture your lips. His lips taste sweet, like mint and those sugary rocket candies. He takes his shirt off, and you rub your hands down, feeling a few scars. He lets out a whimpered noise at your touch, shuddering a little. 

You make out and grind against one another for a few minutes, your hands pulling his hips closer by his black belt loops and his fingers tangling your hair. Your breath gets faster as he grinds harder, more desperately, and you reach a hand down to help him out, give him something to rut against.

"You feel so big," you moan, and he runs a hand through his hair, lips falling open.

"I'm gonna..." He makes another desperate noise, and you feel it right where you need him. But since all his condoms in here seem to be used or have faces drawn on them in scented marker, you opt for over the clothes stuff only.

"Use your fingers?" you breathe. He looks like he's about to cum, and you know it'll tip you over as well, what with all the times you had thought of him like this.

He reaches into your jeans, unzipping them, and messily finds your clit. For a teenage guy, he's not bad. He starts to rub, then reaches three fingers down to thrust them into you.

"Fuck, Bri! Three?!" you breathe. He looks into your eyes, not stopping.

"I thought girls were whores for that kind of thing!"

"It's..." you moan, "That's... oh... y-yeah... Jesus...” He really start to work them in, watching your reactions while rutting his clothed erection against your leg. "Fuck, Brian, grab my tits... yeah... this is just how I imagined it when I..."

He freezes for a second, and his whole body convulses. He gasps, and you see him reach down to cover his crotch, face going beet red. He doesn't stop, though. He keeps fingering you, and now that he's not worried about grinding, he can explore you in other ways. He attaches his lips to your neck, and sucks a hickie right below your ear. 

“Brian... Bri, make me c--” 

"Cum for me, you filthy little slut," he snarls, and you arch your back up, grinding down into his fingers as your orgasm hits. You rock through it, and he kisses you again, sloppy and hot. When he pulls away, he gives you your fingers to lick clean, which you do through a heated stare.

Things calm down into you laying back against his pillows with his stringy body tucked in a cramped position beside you. "I didn't know you were that..." you search for words. "Experienced?" 

"What, you thought I was a virgin?” 

You giggle. “I didn’t know what to think about you, to be honest. Kinky, inexperienced, I had no idea. Of course, I hoped that you were kinky.”

“I’ve been known to use restraints when asked,” he smirks.

“I’ve got that to look forward to. I thought you were cute too, though. I don’t care if you’re some devil worshipper who parents and teachers everywhere shiver at the thought of." He's quiet for a second.

"I thought you were scared of me." 

"That too, a little bit. But what scares me turns me on." He rolls over to face you, a vulnerable position for him, you can tell. 

"The way I dress is what I perceive to be beautiful. Looking like this, doing what I want to, it keeps the assholes who like to give my face their own version of plastic surgery away if they think I'm a Satanist who's gonna... cut off their mom's head or something if they fuck with me. Makes the hypocrites who call themselves teachers question their morals too, ‘teaching’ someone like me to be a good little boy and follow society’s rules. It’s all brainwashing, everything they feed us with their sugar and shit, and I’m the bad guy for standing up to it." 

You stroke hair out of his face, and he looks up at you, lips pursed. "There’s always gotta be a scapegoat. I guess you fit that role.” You look beyond him. “You think it would ruin your image if those bullies found your poetry books?” He smiles. 

“Nah. One day, I’m gonna grow up to be a big rock and roll star. I’ll use my own poetry and turn it into music, and I’ll look ten times more extreme than I do now. Then they can all say they knew me, and I’ll tell them to go to hell.” 

You snuggle into him. "Mmm. Speaking of extreme... we should pull a Sandy and Danny. I'll come to school dressed all goth and shit Monday. Throw my friends for a loop."

"Does that mean I have to dress like a cheerleader?" he asks.

"You've got the ass for it."

He grins. "Stop it, you're making it very hard for me not to wanna fuck you for real right now."

"Here's the deal," you say, "I'll show you where I live this weekend. You tell me what your favorite fruit is, because that's a soul searching question. At that point we'll know each other better... and I'll be fair game."

He bites his lip. "I feel like I've known you forever."

"Yeah. Me too."

Just then, there's a knock at the bedroom door. Startled, you sit up quickly, and who you can only assume to be Brian's mom pops her head in. "When the fuck did you two get home?!" Brian blurts.

"About five minutes ago, honey. Don't worry, we didn't hear anything. Jeordie called, said he 'left the smoke bomb under the urinals.' I hope you aren't getting up to trouble like the last school, your father had a heck of a time getting you into this one.”

“Mom.”

“He had to switch jobs too, and with his back, you know how difficult long drives can be. Oh, how rude of me-- hello sweetie, you can call me Barb."

"Mom--" 

"Brian, is this the sweet thing you had that dream about the other night?"

"MOM!"

“Hugh, Brian’s got a girlfriend over, we should turn the TV up to give them a little privacy.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?!” a voice calls up, “GOOD ON YA, SON. THAT’S MY BOY!” 

“Jesus fucking Christ...” Brian groans, burying his face in a pillow. You laugh so hard into his chest you nearly tumble off his bed. Most dangerous guy in school, your ass.

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Lost Part 4

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 3 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M- angst 

The song at the beginning: "Red Eyes" by The War on Drugs The song in the middle of the chapter: "By My Side" by The Paper Kites

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Come and see Where I witness everything On my knees Beat it down to get to my soul Against my will Anyone can tell it's you coming Baby don't mind Leave it on the line, leave it hanging on the rail Come and ride away It's easier to stick to the old Surrounded by the night Surrounded by the night and you don't give in But you abuse my faith Lose it every time, but I don't know where You're on my side again So ride the heat wherever it goes I'll be the one to care You're all I've got, wait Don't wanna let the dark night cover my soul Well, you can see it through the darkness coming my way Well, we won't get lost inside it all again

Running…

You didn’t know where you were going but you were going somewhere...anywhere. All that you could think about was getting as far away from your lover as possible! You hated the thought but your brain was in flight mode.

As you ran, you ignored the strange looks that fellow students were giving you. Evan Rosier and Snape sat a few feet away. Both look at each other before standing up and heading toward you. You made a quick left-hand turn shouting “nope” over your shoulder and continuing your mad dash down a new hallway. They were the last people that you wanted to talk to. Knowing the luck that you were having today, the boys would take you right back to Regulus. If you ended up dead or kidnapped, you wouldn’t be surprised.

It was Remus that saw you next. He quickly elbowed Sirius in the ribs to get his own lover’s attention. Both looked at each other and shrugged before getting up and going after you. It took them almost chasing you to the forest before catching up.

“Hey! Where are we running to?”

Sirius asked, trying to catch his breath as you stopped right in the clearing of the forest. You turned and looked at them with tear-filled eyes. Both Remus and Sirius frowned at your disheveled appearance. Your normally neat dress shirt was clearly hastily buttoned and untucked from your skirt. Sirius didn’t want to admit it but he could clearly see your breasts through your shit. He quickly looked down blushing. The last thing that he wanted to admit was that he had seen you like this.

“Anywhere! I just need to get somewhere.”

You said in a pleading tone. Remus reached out and gently wrapped his hand through yours.

“Come on. Let's go into the forest.”

You didn’t fight as Remus and Sirius led you through the thick trees to a place that you knew well. It was the place that you came to your friends with when all of you needed to “getaway.”

Remus was the one to break the silence. He was more than worried. You weren’t the person to be running through the halls looking scared out of your mind.

“So are you going to tell us why you are on the verge of a breakdown?

Sirius nodded.

“Where’s your bra?”

Remus turned to Sirius with an annoyed expression.

“That’s what’s worrying you right now?”

You looked down taking in your appearance with a groan.

“Oh no! I left my bra and underwear.”

“Where were you to forget your bra and underwear...oh no...Y/n!”

Remus commented as he put two and two together...Regulus. He ran a hand through his hair wondering if he needed to go track down the younger Black brother and mop the floor with his face. It was super closer to the full moon so Remus wasn’t feeling too shy at the moment. Seeing the horror on your face made him angrier. Just what had Regulus done to you?

“It's not what you think, Remus...well it kind of is.”

Sirius, who was totally confused, held a hand up.

“I would really like to not be a third wheel in this conversation. I’m feeling a little forgotten here.”

Remus’ eyes met yours asking for permission to clue Sirius in before the boy had a full-fledged meltdown of his own.

“Regulus.”

Sirius frowned.

“What does my brother...OH FUCK!”

He shouted the last part before putting his hand over his mouth and jumping up and down.

“Did he hurt you? I’m going to kick his skinny little…”

You quickly started waving your arms trying to shut your friend up. Sirius stopped his freaking out and looked at you with petrified eyes.

“No, Sirius! He didn’t hurt me...at least not yet. I’m in serious shit! He’s in serious shit!”

“What is it?”

Sirius carefully asked. You felt the tears returning to your eyes. The realization that you were about to pull the rug out from under Sirius was devastating you all the more. Your poor friend didn't deserve any of the horrible things that he had gone through in his life and now you were about to add another one. Sirius had told you himself that he prayed Regulus would turn out good. It was so obvious that Sirius loved his younger brother despite Regulus’ abandonment of Sirius.

“Sirius, I am so sorry...Regulus is a death eater.”

The frown on Sirius’ face deepened.

“How do you know for sure?”

You put a hand over your face before sealing the distance between Sirius and yourself. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you buried your face in his chest.

“I saw the dark mark on his arm. He and I were about to have sex...when he took his shirt off.”

You wanted to cry even more hearing Sirius’ heart beginning to pound. He trembled underneath your touch for a moment before wrapping his own arms around you.

“I saw the dark mark and got the hell out of there.”

You added. Sirius sighed. This was definitely not the news that he expected to hear. Something that told Sirius to expect it. Hell, he made comments about Regulus probably being a death eater all of the time but having the confirmation was totally different.

“How long have you been having sex with him?”

Sirius gently asked as he took your face in his hands. He wiped your tear-streaked face with his robe trying to provide some comfort that his brother obviously couldn't.

“A long time...we stopped when he called me a mudblood. It was the same time that we stopped being friends. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. Regulus didn’t want me to tell anyone but Remus caught us once. That is how he found out. Don’t give him a hard time, please Sirius.”

Sirius sighed and gently kissed your forehead.

“I am not going to give anyone a hard time. You had your reasons. I get that but I’m concerned especially with what you just told me about Regulus. Y/n, I can tell you that he hasn’t been the same in a very long time...I feel like that is common sense.”

You pulled away from Sirius and started pacing before angrily punching a tree. Both Remus and Sirius exchanged glances. Y/n Evans never lost her temper like this and assaulted innocent trees.

“I’m so stupid! STUPID STUPID STUPID! I love him and I am scared to death of him at the same time. I am acting like such a Mary Sue and I hate it. It makes no logical sense. I want to be with someone that will probably kill me at some point to appease some crazed dark wizard. He’s gone and taken that dark mark on his pretty arm and I was going to hop into bed with him as I did at 14. Why the hell do I love him so much?”

Remus patted Sirius’ arm signaling that it was his turn.

“Sweetheart, you can’t help who you love.”

Sirius frowned.

“What are you trying to do, Moony?”

Remus gave him a scowl before pulling you into one of his famous hugs that were saved for sad times. You had a feeling that you would wake up the next morning to a shit ton of “sad time presents” from both boys.

“Just because you love him, however, doesn’t mean that he is good for you. There are a lot of nice boys out there.”

You sobbed harder. Of course, Regulus wasn’t good for you! You had enough sense to know that the relationship was toxic as hell and here you were ready to fuck the boy’s brains out (you still wanted him but you wouldn’t admit that).

“Every boy I get close to is scared to death of Regulus and won’t date me. When one does decide to Regulus has his band of merry misfits beat the stuffing out of them. Look at Gavin McDonald.”

“Regulus did that?”

Sirius questioned. He had seen Gavin earlier that day and long story short the Ravenclaw boy didn’t look good at all.

You nodded.

“Yes, I have a feeling that it was Evan and that Dolohov guy. This is crazy but I thought that I wanted to date Gavin. I thought that I would really like him but this afternoon when kissing Regulus...everything was so perfect. Granted, we were in the middle of hate sex and bad-mouthing each other but, Merlin, it was perfect. His kisses...I could break into a million little pieces for him…”

Sirius winced. He didn’t want to think about Regulus bedding you but the thoughts were going through his mind like crazy now. Sirius knew that you were friends with Sirius. The two of you had the kind of friendship that Lily had with Snape before that went to hell. Sirius didn’t mind it at first either. Regulus looked out for you. If someone gave you grief then they had Regulus to deal with and it wasn’t a great outcome.

As much as Sirius didn’t want to admit it, the two of you would make one hell of an adorable couple. Now, he wasn’t for sure how that would go. If Regulus dated you in the open, it would be dangerous...for both of you. Sirius didn’t see Voldermort being okay with one of his death eaters dating a muggle-born. That would be hypocritical of everything the man stood for. There was also Walburga and Orion...Sirius didn’t even want to think about that one.

“So the two of you have been fucking since you were like 13?”

You nodded.

“It started as wanting to see what all of the hype was about and just kept going. We were friends during the day and lovers at night. When he started hanging out with Evan and those other dark boys things changed and here we are now.”

Sirius sat down on a stump to put his head in his hands.

“I am guessing that Lily and James don't know.”

You nodded., trembling.

“Lily would be livid and James...well...you know him.”

Sirius knew exactly how James Potter would handle this. He would march right down to the Slytherin dungeon and fight Regulus. Sirius knew that this would be a fight that Regulus wouldn't walk away from either. His brother had too many negative feelings for James. It would just end bloody for everyone.

“Please don’t tell them.”

You begged. Sirius and Remus both nodded. Sirius stood up and cleared his throat.

“We won’t. Look, Y/n, I am not telling you what to do but maybe you should stay away from Regulus for the time being...at least until we figure out what kind of death eater he actually is.”

“Fair enough.”

You replied, sadly.

(meanwhile)

I've got a love, I've got a love for you I've got a place in this old heart for you And I want to tell you that I want you Any way I can I want to take you in my arms, I do I'll light a flame and let it burn for you And if I ran then I would run to you Every time By my side The only place By my side It's where I want to be By my side Forevermore I want to talk, I want to talk with you I want to tell you anything, I do And when I go, and when I leave, it's you On my mind I want to vanish in the night with you I want to take you 'round the town, I do I'm gonna make some kind of life for you Any way I can By my side It's where I want to be By my side The only place By my side Forevermore

Regulus sat in the room of the requirement that he had destroyed. Feathers from the mattress and pillows were still falling as he no longer fought the angry tears that were streaming down his face. Once again, he had fucked everything up. Regulus had been half tempted to run after you and plead with you to realize that he would never do anything to hurt you. He would never let any death eater lay a hand on you. Regulus would lie about your blood status to keep you safe. He would paw through people’s minds and put that thought in their minds. You wouldn't be questioned and would be safe…

Now here he sat alone. Alone...it seemed like this was going to be the defining word of his life. When he was home, he felt alone. His parents were too lost in their own world unless it was to order Regulus on how he was going to live his life. At school, sure he had friends, but they were on the same page as his parents with everything.

“I’m a bloody idiot.”

Regulus muttered as his gaze fell down to the dark mark on his arm. What the actual fuck was he thinking signing up for this shit? It was no bloody wonder that you were scared to death of him now. He was running around with the people that were causing people like her to be kidnapped and killed.

“She thinks I’m a monster like the rest of them. I would never hurt her...at least I’m trying not to hurt her.”

Regulus whispered and laid his head back against the now destroyed bed. He was so close to having you again. If he could have just made love to you, he could have proved how loyal he still was to you. You were the only girl that he thought of. If the two of you had to run away to be together that would have been just fine with Regulus. The two of you could lay low until some event changed the war. Regulus had a feeling that Voldermort wouldn’t be around forever. Once that the dark lord was gone, the two of you could live as husband and wife happily.

He wouldn’t have to see that look of fear in your eyes anymore. You could be the happy Hufflepuff girl that Regulus had fallen in love with. Regulus wouldn’t have minded one bit if you spent the rest of forever annoying him with your giddy humor, forced hugs, cuddles...anything that you wanted. It would have been nice for Regulus to be able to let his own guard down and be loved.

“I should have told her the truth…”

Regulus could have told you that the only reason that he joined the death eaters was to appease his parents but the question was would you believe him? Regulus had a feeling that the answer to that question was no. He could only hope that you would believe him when he said that he wasn’t as faithful as Voldemort believed.

“I’ve got to fix this.”

Regulus snapped before standing up and fixing his appearance. Stepping out of the room of requirement, he quickly walked down the hall looking for any sign of you. He frowned, looking through the groups of other students until his eyes landed on Margaret and Lucille who were sitting under a tree giggling amongst themselves.

“I must be desperate.”

Regulus muttered before walking over to where the two girls sat. Both looked up the moment that Regulus stopped.

“Do either of you know where Y/n is?”

Both girl’s mouths dropped at the experience of Regulus Black talking to them. Regulus frowned.

“I don’t have all day. I know that one of you can speak actual words.”

Lucille was the first to make a peep.

“No, I’m sorry, Regulus but we haven’t seen her in some time.”

Regulus sighed before turning to walk off. Margaret quickly came in.

“You can join us.”

Regulus snorted.

“I would rather dig my brain out with a spoon.”

He didn’t wait for either shocked girl to respond before walking away. He stalked through the castle for a few more moments before seeing James and Lily.

“I must be crazy.”

Regulus mumbled before walking up to the one boy that he despised more than anyone else and your older sister. James looked totally stunned to see Regulus Black approaching him. Usually, Regulus gave him snarky little sneers from across whatever room the two happened to be in at the moment.

“Have either of you seen Y/n?”

Both Lily and James’ smiles faded. They knew that you hadn’t been friends with Regulus in a long time and how torn up you were over the friendship ending (even if you didn’t talk about it). James felt “older brother” feelings starting to come out.

“What business do you have with her? I thought that she was just filthy...you know what you said.”

Regulus’ scowl intensified as he thought "and James wonders why I hate him so bad."

“I know what I said and I was wrong. Look, I have nothing to say to you. I need to talk to her so can you tell me where she is?”

James shook his head.

“We haven’t seen her since this morning..”

Lily decided to come into the conversation. She knew that you had something going on with Regulus that was “more than friendship.” It didn’t take Lily being your older sister to see how the two of you used to look at each other. There was also the fact that she caught the two of you kissing one night in the restricted section of the library.

“I want you to leave my sister alone. You have caused her enough distress.”

Regulus’ eyes turned in Lily’s direction.

“What Y/n and I do are our business. You should respect your sister’s decisions on who she chooses as her friends.”

Lily’s green eyes instantly looked livid and reminded Regulus exactly of yours.

“I would treat you with respect if you had any for my sister. All that you think about is yourself. Now get out of here before I hex you!”

Regulus looked totally caught off guard by Lily’s out of character threat. He blinked a few times before turning and storming off.

“I am losing my bloody mind”

Regulus muttered and went in search of some new avenue of finding you...

The next morning...

You sat at the Hufflepuff table absentmindedly stirring your oatmeal. The last thing that you really wanted to do was eat. You weren't even hungry. How you had gotten down to breakfast was still a mystery in itself. Remus and Sirius had escorted you back to the Hufflepuff common room the night before and left you in Lucille’s hands.

Both Lucille and Margaret had told you about Regulus’ less than kind comment from the day before when he was looking at you. You shrugged before muttering “consider your source” and withdrew immediately from the conversation.

Looking up, you met Remus and Sirius’ worried gazes. It didn’t help that now Lily and James were also starring. Judging by the expression on Lily’s face, you knew that she was aware something was up and you would be pulled into a “big sister/little sister chat.” You had no idea what you would tell her was the cause of your sudden depression. If you told her the truth the whole castle would probably hear her yelling. You didn’t have the energy to deal with that at the moment.

You diverted your attention to the Slytherin table where Regulus sat with his eyes dead set focused on you. Evan and Snape were even starring. Merlin, did they know too? This was beginning to get out of control! The last thing that you wanted was to deal with Evan Rosier or Severus Snape trying to “fix” your broken relationship with Regulus. There probably wouldn’t be any fixing on Evan’s end. He would just order you to get over yourself and take Regulus back. Snape would just make some awkward speech that would leave both of you uncomfortable. Either way, you were doomed.

You didn’t see Regulus’ face fall when you quickly looked away from him as if he were no one. Looking down in front of you, you frowned seeing an envelope with your name written in Regulus’ neat writing. How it got there, you weren't sure.

“Not today...I just can’t.”

You muttered before standing up and walking to the door. Stopping at the rubbish bin, you shoved the unopened envelope in. You knew that Regulus saw it and you didn’t care. Getting out of the hall was the thing that you needed the most at the moment!

Regulus, meanwhile, felt his heartbreak as you shoved the well thought out letter, that he spent hours on, in the trash. Evan winced.

“The fuck did you do to her this time?”

Regulus groaned and dramatically slammed his head down on the table. Evan raised an eyebrow before shooting all of the other Slytherins who were watching a death glare.

“Reg, I don’t know what you are doing but this is getting out of hand. You need to talk to her.”

Regulus jumped up and screamed,

“I’M TRYING, EVAN!”

Whether it was Regulus breaking his cool calm composure or something else both Evan, Severus, and Barty winced scooting away.

“I’m out of here.”

Regulus said after taking a few deep breaths. He gathered up his stuff and met Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily’s uncomfortable gazes. Tossing his curly hair back, Regulus walked off without another word.

James was the first to break the uncomfortable silence at the Gryffindor table…

“Look at that, breakfast and a show.”

Regulus quickly walked down to the dungeons for Potions. You were going to talk to him one way or another. He was about to go crazy and didn’t want to face the thoughts of going home for Christmas the next day like this. If he didn’t fix things now, he would have to be an emotional wreck all fucking break and he was not going to do that It was time to get back some control in his life!

Slughorn looked up with a smile as Regulus walked in. He gave him a smile.

“There is my other genius.”

Regulus frowned

“I’m sorry, sir?”

Slughorn motioned to the report on his desk.

“Ms. Evans handed in the report. As I suspected, the two of you had the best grade in the class. Since everyone did so well, I decided to cancel class as a small holiday gift.”

Regulus felt, if possible, even worse. You did all of that stupid project without him and saved his ass.

“Thank you, sir. Did Y/n happen to say where she was going? I needed to give her back a book that she let me borrow.”

Regulus totally lied to Slughorn and at the moment he didn’t care. Slughorn shook his head. The older man clearly hadn’t picked up on Regulus’ tense mood. He either didn’t pick up on it or was too lost in his own world to even notice...Regulus didn’t care which.

“No, she didn’t. Have a nice holiday, Regulus.”

Regulus nodded.

“You too, sir. Thank you.”

Regulus politely replied before turning and running out of the classroom to start the damned biggest version of hide and seek ever seen…

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Can We Start It Over?

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn!reader

Warnings: injuries/blood/language

Words: 2.3k

Request: Anonymous

hello, you write beautifully! can you please write a Steve x Javi, where Javi takes a bullet for Steve?! good amount of h/c with final confessions. you can choose whatever ending you like. many thanks!

oh I'm sorry about the request, I didn't know you don't do character x character. If it's all the same to you, if you could write the same prompt with Javi x reader, that'd be great! Thank you!!

Summary: A lot has changed since the accident. Most of these changes suck like the constant, dull pain in his guts or the fact that the days pass without purpose. But somehow the series of these changes have opened up a whole new world for the DEA agent and put his heart into action.

Time is particularly slow now. Javier’s eyes constantly shifting from the clock to the door. His crave for a cigar is getting stronger with every passing minute, but the box is laying untouched on the coffee table. Sure, it would calm his mind, but you can knock on the door at any moment and he knows how seriously you take the doctor's instructions. It's just so unlike you to be late...

Knock, knock, knock, knock. 

Your eyes only skimming his sitting figure on the couch as you storm through the door and put two heavy bags of groceries onto the kitchen table. 

"Sorry, I'm late, I had to fill out a report. Messina’s up my ass since—" since I almost got you killed. You barely set foot in the room and the air is already tense with your unsaid words. Tense and thick with shame and you need to drag a good amount of this dense air into your lungs to keep your heart beating. "How are you?" 

Javier’s body is strong but there’s pain in every one of his movement as he’s hobbling towards you. One hand is casually laying on his hip, the other is supporting him by the table. Damn, you hate to see him like this!

He must notice the remorseful look in your eyes, thus the mushy smile on his face, regardless of all the struggle of holding himself on his feet. He wants you to feel less guilty and though you are grateful for him you would rather feel all ashamed and miserable like you deserve. 

"I'm good, Y/N," his tone is soft, eyes boring into yours as if he's pouring his own calm into you. It works. You nod with a fragile smile and dig up a deliciously steaming box from a bag.

"Good. I hope you're hungry!" 

That's how it goes since he is back from the hospital. You come over to him in the morning before work and in the evening after work, trying to keep him occupied, do the laundry, bring food, keep the place and his wound clean in a hope he will feel better. Or more like that that you will feel better.

The worst is when you change the dressing on the wound. That is when you have to face the damage you have done. Clenched jaw, stiff chest and shaky breathes. Doesn’t seem like it, but Javier kind of enjoys those moments. Not the painful part of course but there is something about being taken care by you. Something engaging and exciting.

Yes, he is excited. He shouldn't be though. No other relationship is allowed than friendship between partners at the DEA yet, he can't keep his stupid heart from melting whenever you cast your beautiful smile at him. 

So he can't help but adore these moments with you. He savors and memorizes the clumsy touches of your fingers as you are fumbling with the bandage around his torso or the image of your lip getting trapped between your teeth as you are concentrating, trying to get the tape to stick. 

He hadn't completely figured out these feelings, but they are more tender then they should be. And definitely more passionate. Especially at nights, in the dark when the sinful feeling of longing is thriving within him, pushing the sweetest memories of you into his mind and his hands under the blanket. 

After the dinner, you pile up some pillows behind Javier and help him halfway up into a sitting position on his bed. The room is dark and only the night lamp shines its light on the wound so you can focus all your attention on it. Carefully, he rolls up the hem of his shirt to expose the white patch clinging on his skin.

The gun had struck him just a little bit above the edge of his pelvic bone. The doctor said he was lucky to get off with a minor bruising like that. The bullet could have easily shatter his bone into pieces if it hits him from a smaller distance. 

You usually try to distract him with small stories and bad jokes, talking about practically anything while cleaning the skin around the stitches. The process is torturous for both of you and keeping your minds busy helps a lot. But now you are silent. Silent and stiff.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah-hm just... had a rough day, you know."

"Messina? She knows it wasn’t your fault she shouldn’t be so hard on you."

"No, it’s not her. It’s... I just had a rough day, okay?"

Shit! You sounded more offended than you wanted to and he knows you better than to fall for such an obvious lie. He grabs your wrist and tilts his head, glaring at you with a nagging look in his eyes.

"It's Carillo," you confess with a shrug. "He... He is still mad I fucked up this operation."

"You didn't know it was—"

"Exactly!" Your voice is not loud nor judgemental but it helds a capricious tone and when you cast a quick glance at him, you see understanding in his eyes. He knows what he just put his finger on.

Carillo and Javier have been keeping you in the shadows from the first day you arrived. In the eyes of the Colonel, you are just a goddamned yankee from the states with no chips on the table and Javier—well, hell knows what is the matter with the stubborn head of that grumpy gringo.

"I’m your partner, Javi. You should have told me."

"You didn’t tell me about your intel either. If I knew you are planning on a one-man mission—"

"If you knew about it you’d send me for some shitty warrant to the embassy. I didn’t come to Colombia to sit on my ass while you and your cop friends are doing the job."

It is out. It is out and it sounds so wrong, as if you blame him for what happened when it was all your fault. The room is getting smaller and you have to bury your face in your palms, take a deep breath and let all the emotions to sink.

"I was so stupid," your voice is muffled and hoarse.

"No. No, you’re right. You just wanted to do something."

"Yeah, and I got a goddamn gun pressed against my forehead. If you didn’t come after me... I-I-I almost get myself killed and...," your voice crack and sob burst from your mouth.

"Y/N, por favor."

"And you, Javi. I-If you were dea-I... I-I still ha-have n-nightmares." Your whole body is trembling at the horror of the thought and tears like a waterfall, cascading down on your cheek.

"Hey! I didn't die, we’re both alive!” You hear him soothing but you can’t stop crying until he sits up and take one of your hands, pulling it towards him so he can feel your palm flat against his chest. 

His grip is strong, almost painfully strong but you need it. You need to feel something to hold on, to drag yourself out from the false imaginations of events that never happened. The steady, unusually rapid beating of his heart is your lodestar and you can gradually narrow your focus to the softness of his skin, how warm and humid it feels under your palm and how easy it is to be lost in the intoxicating scent. It’s like a drug, making you want more and more of him until you are ready to sacrifice anything just to feel him closer. Much, much closer.

That's not going to happen. Not that you haven't always considered him handsome, but his jackass behavior and your common sense have helped holding back the affection you felt for him. You didn't fight your way up to the DEA for nothing. You can't put your reputation at risk. Not for a fucked-up romance with a womanizer. 

"Carillo was right," you sniff, rubbing your eyes with your free hand to dry up the tears and get yourself together while trying to ignore the disturbingly pleasant feeling of his thumb stroking slow circles on your wrist. "Coming here was a mistake. I'll always be an outsider."

"Bullshit," he scoffs, he knows how much you care about these people and how hard you work to make this country safer for them.

"Javi, I... I-I don’t even speak the language,” you say and chuckle as a soft, ironic giggle bubble up inside you.

His thumb caressing your skin is so overwhelming, you need to avoid looking into his eyes for you are afraid you would lost in the darkness of them. But you can feel the searing gaze on your face, making you feel all hot and flustered, sweating like a virgin on the wedding night. What the hell is happening? 

"Yeah, but... you have me,” he purrs softly like a cat, lips parted deliciously at the end, head lowered, eyes searching for yours to meet and there's no way avoiding his gaze any longer.

His eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips and back again and you feel a fucking thunderstorm raging in your chest as you fall into the kiss like it's gravity. 

His lips are blazing hot, burning with the flames of some unquenchable thirst for tasting every part of your mouth as he delves himself into it. Everything is happening so fast as your whole world crumbles around you with the kiss. There's no time to think, no reason to stop. Your hand slithers from his chest to cradle the vast shoulder and you feel his strong fingers curving behind your neck, holding you firmly against his lips while you are kissing him back with equal fire and force.

The air is humid, filled with the wet sounds of the heated kiss and with the stifled noises escaping from you with rapid breaths as you are trying to suck enough oxygen into your lungs. 

You need a break to breathe.

Your lips parting away from his but you let your head lull against his forehead, trying to regain control over your erratic breath or at least quell your mind a little bit.

"Javi," your stomach drops and you are suddenly snatched out from the delirious storm of emotions as you flutter your eyes open and see fresh blood leaking from the wound. 

"It's ok, I’ll be fine," he pants and catches your lips between his again. 

"Javi, I... w-we need to... mmh J-Javi, the w-wound... fuck!"

Your weak attempts of protesting are getting consumed by the heavenly sensation of open-mouthed kisses trailing along your jaw and down to your neck. 

Then a painful hiss of breath slips from his lips.

"Ok, we need to fix this now," you insist with more determination than before but he can't make himself to ease the grip on your neck. It's like his sweetest dream is coming true and he is not ready to wake up from it.

"Javi!" 

"I just... don't want it to disappear," he says, his half-lidded eyes are dark and heavy, lips glistening with the memory of the heated moments you just have shared. 

He stares at you and feel a twinge of unease. Your eyes are hard to read, and your silence is puzzling.

“I have nightmares too,” his gaze drops to your hands, chest rises with a deep breath before he continues. “When they said you're in the building I... I didn't know if I'm going to make it in time,” his voice is small, almost wavering.

“I'm so sorry, Javier. I'm sorry you had to save me but it wouldn't have happened if you didn't try to–”

“Protect you?” 

Your raise an eyebrow up at him, you can't believe he thinks you are just a helpless princess amongst hungry monsters.

“It's not your job to protect me,” you say softly but hurt hangs on every syllable.

“I can't help myself,” he chuckles. He has already sacrificed a lot for catching Escobar and he is ready to sacrifice even more. Anything. Anything, but you. 

He brushes his fingertips along your jawline and tips your head so you can see the honest sparkling in his eyes.

“I have feelings for you.” 

Your jaw drops open at his words and your heart begins to slam frantically against your ribcage. He can't just say something like that and shake the whole world around you. You feel like you're spiralling.

“I don't really know what are these feelings but... they make me feel different. They make me believe I can be more, make me want to be a better person. And when I see the guilt in your eyes, see you suffering because of me it's... it destroys me.”

Warmth blossoms in your chest and your eyes are glassy from the tears you are holding back. You have no idea what to say to a confession like this. You have never denied the physical attraction but you've never thought about it further.

“Javi, I don't... I—”

“I just want you to know you don't have to feel bad about what happened. We both chose a wrong path but... we got a chance to make it up,” his lips curl up to a faint but genuine smile making your heart swell with happiness. Or maybe affection?

The air between you grows full and magnetic, his thumb rubbing across your cheek, smearing the wetness along its way. 

“So what do you think? Can we start it over?”

“We should try it at least,” you sniff. “And we definitely should find out those feelings you've talked about...” 

His eyes sparkling as he leans forward, slowly closing the gap between your lips when you press a finger of objection upon his mouth. 

“...after I fixed this bloody wound of yours.”

Playfully, you cock an eyebrow at him with a wide smile, watching in awe as the tip of his tongue trails a wet line along his lower lip before he speaks.

“Anything you want, partner.” 

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Silent Caress

Part 4              By: @pusantheamazonian

Leatherface/Thomas Hewitt x Blind Reader

Well lovelies this is the end.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Your blood runs cold in disbelief. You never expected them to find you. Actually you forget all about them. After what happened when you left you don't know what they're going to do. Panicking you backup, bumping into Thomas. 

Watching your reaction Thomas immediately knows this stranger frightens you. He pushes you behind him glaring at the man. 

“Y/N! What the hell? We've been looking all over for you.” With an exasperated sigh he steps closer.

“Go away Derick.” Trying to remain calm you start fidgeting with your hands. 

“Y/N.” Derick stops moving when Thomas advances.

“Boy you better leave or I will call the police.” Luda warns. 

“Fine! Y/N we still need to talk.” 

The angry slap of the screen door shutting alerts you that Derick has left for now. Crumbling to the floor, they just won't leave you be. Barely holding it together you feel Thomas instantly beside you. Lunging, you wrap your arms tightly around him.

“Don't you worry dear. Thomas take her home.” Luda orders heading to the phone.

There's no doubt about it. Uncle Monty must have said something about your cousins to her. Thomas picks you up off the floor without a word. Burying your face in his neck, Thomas carries you back. He doesn't want to push the discussion of Derick. 

You have no idea what to do, you wanted to escape them and you did. But since they came and found you, they're not going to be leaving alive. You just know it. You're torn because no matter how much of an asshole to you they were they're still family. But an asshole is still an asshole.

Derick jogs down the road back to the blue truck. Angrily climbing inside.

“Well?” Ben asks throwing his cigarette out the window.

“She's been here the whole fucking time.” Derick groans.

“You didn't grab her?” Frustrated Ben lights another cigarette. 

“Some giant freak is guarding her. We'll have to do it when she's alone.” 

“Shit. Then we'll follow the old woman home.”

~

“Thomas…. Do you ever wonder if you were born into the wrong family?” Whispering you tangle your fingers in his hair.

“No.”

“I do. Guess you could say I'm the black sheep of the family. All because I'm blind and was the only survivor of the car crash that killed my father.”

“What about your mother?”

“Died when I was eighteen. Mother was never the same after father died. She loved me but in the back of her mind I believe she thought I was the reason for the crash. Grandpa was my only solace. He cared about me as a person, not the poor invalid child.”

“You respect him.”

“He was my best friend until he died. That's how I ended up with those two idiots.”

“I'll never leave you.”

“Thank you for that confidence.” Weakly smiling you kiss his cheek.

“Tell me another joke.”

“Another joke? You said I wasn't good at jokes.”

“Please.”

“Okay… Why did the chicken do jumping jacks?”

“Why?”

“It wanted scrambled eggs.”

“Where do you get these jokes?”

“I remember them from popsicle sticks.”

“Popsicle sticks?”

“Yup.” You give him another kiss. He knows just how to make you smile. “Do you want to hear the rest of my repritare?”

“Yes.” You feel him chuckle. Setting you down you know that you're back at the house now. By the hand he leads you through the grass and upstairs to your room. While you spout off all the jokes you can remember.

Thomas doesn't leave your side and cuddles you to vanish your worries but also to calm himself. He's not going to let them steal you away. Like this you easily fall asleep in his arms.

~

After watching for the old lady to leave all day. The moment comes late in the evening. 

"Now let's see where she's been hiding." Ben sneers as the woman to drive past.

Parking down the road from the driveway that the lady entered. Derick and Ben follow it. An old two story plantation styled house comes into view. Once close enough they sneak around back for another entrance. 

"Ben look at this. It's an entrance to the basement." Derick whispers pointing at wooden storm doors.

"Open it then."

Tugging the doors open there's a cloud of dust that moves with them. Descending the rickety stairwell in the dim light. The smell and sight disgusts them. 

"My God. What the fuck is this place?" Ben  chokes. 

"Is that a dead body?" Derick points to the wooden table. The scene horrifies both of them.

"There's bones everywhere."

"The fuck? Is living with serial killers or something?" Covering his mouth is all Derick can do from vomiting.

"Cannibals?" Stumbling Ben presses on through the horror.

"Shit if they eat her we won't have any proof to get the money." 

At dinner, no one says anything about what happened earlier. You know there must have been a family meeting while you were asleep. 

"Y/N, would you mind playing the piano? It would be nice to hear it." Luda requests.

"Of course." Placing the dishes in the sink. Thomas helps you to the piano before moving to the side. 

At the piano you open the dusty fall, exposing the old keys. You begin playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. You hear uncle Monty open a newspaper and sit down. The rattle of pans let's you know that Luda Mae is cleaning the kitchen. Hoyt has run off upstairs somewhere. 

Losing yourself in the music. You don't hear the strange floorboard creaks until they're closer.

"Ben?" Hearing the familiar footsteps you pause, cocking your head to the sounds. The aroma of his off brand cigarettes is strong. 

Thomas notices how you suddenly stopped. It looks like you're waiting to confirm something. You heard something. Doing his sign you relax slightly before turning to him. 

"They're here." You whisper not wanting to alarm everyone. Thomas gives your shoulder a squeeze and walks away. Walking towards the intruders. 

There's silence as Uncle Monty doesn't care that you have stopped. You try to follow his steps but he's being too quiet. With a crash, there's a yell and scuffling. 

"Stay here." Uncle Monty orders before you hear him run out of the room. Worried you twist around on the bench. The silence is deafening.

"Y/N." Luda calls.

"Yes?"

"Go upstairs dear, you go and get some rest." Luda calls with an ushering tone. 

"It's them isn't it." Standing up you take a step closer before she can respond. "Can I talk to them?"

"Oh dear...I don't think you should."

"Please?" In the sweetest voice you can muster, you're about to stoop to begging.

"Come on, just for a moment dear." Giving in Luda takes your hand. Leading you towards the dining room. Getting closer you hear yelling and sounds of items connecting to skin.

"Mama I told you to take Y/N upstairs." Hoyt barks.

"She wanted to say something first." Scolding Hoyt, Luda leads you closer. Closer to the two who are tied to chairs and beaten slightly.

"Ben, Derick. I came to say goodbye. Goodbye." Making a small wave.

"Y/N!" Ben screams at an extremely loud volume making you wince.

"Help us you brat!" Derick follows up.

"Brat? How am I a brat?" Scoffing you're offended.

"You swindled everything that belongs to us from Grandpa." Derick coughs.

"I did not. You two never found the time for Grandpa because of your partying and drugs. You didn't even come when he was dying." Mortified you can't believe them. 

"You squeezed your way into the family fortune." Ben's voice carries in disgust.

“Only reason you were grandpa’s favorite was because he’s the one who blinded you.” Derick chimes.

“I was the only one who visited grandpa. I was blind long before the accident. And you know damn well he split everything equally between us." This ridiculousness is starting to make your blood boil 

"Ha! Your money should have gone to us." Another weak chuckle out of Ben. Always the ring leader.

“I know about the trust.” Eyes rolling you're so done with them. You should have just listened and went upstairs. 

“How?” Simultaneously gasping, they're astonished. 

“He told me. Do you know how frustrating it is to live with you two? You're assholes who don't make an effort to properly talk to me." Taking another step forwards, you're burning to throat punch them.

"And they do?" Derick mocks you.

"Yes!"

"I hardly believe that these people and that freak care about you." A shallow laugh comes from Ben.

The anger burns inside you. "You leave him alone." Hard as possible you back hand Ben. Your aim is off, instead of smacking his cheek you hit the top of his head.

"Ha! You can't even hit someone right." Derick snorts.

In a fit of anger you march closer and punch Ben in the nose, prepared to hit Derick next. Thomas's arms wrap around you, lifting your riled self up and moving back.

"Hot damn!" Hoyt cheers. 

"What the fuck!" The sound of spit hints that his nose is bleeding.

"Y/N they're cannibals!" Derick please, realizing you have snapped.

"So." After your nonchalance response. You can feel everyone's eyes on you. "What they do is what they do."

Before they can say anything else. There's gun fire. Startled you can only blink and thank God that you are blind. So you don't have to see the scene in front of you. 

"Hoyt! Look at the mess you have made." Luda scolds.

“What were they meaning? You have a trust fund?” Hoyt questions ignoring Luda.

Thomas lowers you to the ground, pushing you to stand behind him.

“It's okay Thomas. I never cared about the money.” You place a hand on his forearm. Grumbling he only moves slightly out of the way. Still covering you if the need should arrive.

“I have a trust fund set up by my grandfather. I receive it when I marry. If unmarried when I die it goes to my nearest relative.” 

“How much?” Hoyt pries. 

“$50,000.”

“What?” Hoyt wheezes. Uncle Monty sounds like he's having a heart attack.

“Oh my.” Luda whispers.

“What the hell did your grandfather do?” Uncle Monty asks, starting to pace.

“I know he owned a bank.”

There's silence across the room. You know they must be exchanging looks about the truths that just came to light. 

"Mama take Y/N upstairs. Thomas clean this mess up!" Hoyt orders.

"But-" Beginning to protest.

"Now Y/N, upstairs. We can't have you in the way while cleaning up this mess." Cutting you off, Luda guides you to the stairs. A hand pressed to your back. Basically grounding you to your room. Luda shuts the door behind you.

Still frustrated and knowing that you are stuck here for the night. You aggressively change into pajamas. Crawling into bed and snuggle under the covers, hoping to doze off quickly. 

It's well into the night when you hear Thomas treading the stairs. There's an audible sigh as he opens the door.

"Thomas?" Sitting up you make room for him. 

The bed groans beside you as it dips. His arms wrap around you, pulling you back down to the bed and into his chest. You lay like this for a while matching his breathing with your own..

"Thomas? Are you still awake?" Whisper on the chance that he has passed out. 

"No."

“You don't think I'm self centered do you? Money causes problems in relationships. That's why I don't mention it.”

“No.” Watching your restlessness slowly dissipate. There were many things said in your confrontation with your cousins that left him puzzled. "What accident were they talking about?"

"Well after the car accident I was slowly losing my vision and I didn't tell anyone how bad it was. Then one day I was helping Grandpa with some chores and I accidentally knocked over a shelf. The shelf fell on me, so when I went to the doctor. Everyone thought that the shelf caused my blindness because it hit my head."

"When did you know you loved me?"

Blushing, you don't know how to explain it properly. “I fell in love with you that first day we went on a walk. It was when we were sitting at the piano. I couldn't get over how adorable and honest you were when you realized I was blind. I thought it was so sweet that you insisted on having your own personal sign so I wouldn't get you confused with anyone.” Playing with his hair you remember the moment fondly. “I fell in love with you because you are you.”

Thomas can't believe how honest your love for him is. You would rather give up the world then to be away from him. You're too innocent for this world. 

Sitting up and reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a ring. He had taken it from previous trespassers. This was the prettiest he had found and hopes it  fits.

"Here." Holding your hand, he puts the ring on your left hand. 

“What is this?” You bolt upright. 

“You said there has to be a ring on your finger.”

“D-do you really understand what I meant? What this means?” Becoming a stuttering mess, you can't process this.

“A commitment that binds us together forever. No one but me will know everything about you.”

"Are you sure? … I'm blind and as much as I hate to say it. I'm handicapped. I require extra help sometimes. That's something I don't want you to worry about."

"You're not a burden. I need help with things everyday. It's another reason why we work together."

All you can do is twist the ring in awe, a smile creeping in. You know he doesn't care about the money, he cares about you. His sweetness is what always does you in.

Grabbing his face you pepper him in kisses while trying to undo his mask. Figuring out what you're doing Thomas moves your hands, removing the mask himself. He leans in for a proper kiss and your arms wrap tightly around him. Pulling him close to you as possible.

"Usually one of us is supposed to ask the other if they would marry them. So in case you're wondering. I do."

#reader insert #reader #leatherface x reader #leatherface #thomas hewitt x reader #Thomas Hewitt #blind reader #family drama #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #luda mae hewitt #sheriff hoyt #uncle monty #altered communication #fustrated #slasher #slasher fanfiction #fluffy #visually disabled #finally #kisses #here to stay #susandonothastagmetoo

[elizabeth-von-winken-universe]

Dark Dust - Kara x reader x Alice [Part I]

And close and close and close and close andcloseandclose-

STOP! A big slam on your cheek makes you jolt wide awake, you meet Karas’ worried eyes, gasping for an air you didn’t knew you have needed until now. “Kara…oh my god…” You caress her cheek softly, tears streaming down your face in a twisted expression of agony and horror.“It’s you…” You whisper, the moment you briefly touch her artificial skin, she grasps your wrist with a cold expression that clouds her usual sweet attitude. “Kara?” “Don’t touch me…” she whispers, “It’s not personal, just I didn’t- I don’t know you from very long so-“ “You think you cannot trust me?” Kara lets go of your wrist slowly, sitting on the cold wooden floor. You drop your view into your shaking hands. Shame and angriness try to take over your senses, but you put yourself into her shoes, you would do the same as her. “You were screaming and crying Y/N,” she says in a neutral tone with a hint of worry, “Would it make you feel better tell me what it was about?” she looks at you for a good minute, hugging her feet tightly to her chest. You let a shaky breath comfort your body. “Just if you tell me why you are running away with a little girl, you didn’t kidnap her since you two seem very close, now, why Kara?” She stays silent. “It’s just curiosity I swear. I will tell mine first, then you decide if you tell me or not you girls’ story.”She analyzes your words for a moment, her led flash yellow. She nods. You feel your mouth run dry. You tell her about your parents, how everything was good until your mom disappeared someday without looking back. Later on you discovered why, actually you just knew it from three or four months ago. You cried the whole night, your father slapped you three times, three dark purple marks covered your legs the day after. Thank god you could cover them. “The final drop was when two weeks ago the almost broke my arm.” You weren’t looking at Kara, to ashamed to do so. “I decided it was enough, so-I waited until he fell asleep on the couch, changed as fast as I could and picked all his money.” You let a shaky breath cool you down, tears slam the ground, and you can’t help it, it was enough, you wanted so much to lift that concrete brick off your heart that was starting to poison you. Before you could act, Karas’ arms were hugging you tightly, she mutters an apology that sounds like a mantra, you hug her back as tight as your shaking hands let you. “The The The-nightmare it-it was about him. I-I was che-checking the locks and I just couldn’t take it anymore.” She shush me, my cries turns into sobs, “He…he did horrific things to me, Kara! And he is supposed to be human?! I saw deviants with more heart than that-that-that!” “It’s okay dear, breath you need to breath Y/N.” She takes my face between her hands and looks at me in the eye, “you were a very brave woman to stand up and say ‘I won’t let this happen anymore’ so those nightmares are just what they are: nightmares, I was checking all the time and nobody was following us, so there’s no need to worry okay?”you furiously nod, grasping her words that clear your mind. But the demons will always be there. “That is something that you will never forget, it will always be here, inside you, but you are strong and can cope with it, maybe not now but I am sure in the future you will be a marvelous woman.” She flashes you a genuine smile that you try to mimic, in vain. “Sleep, I will wake you up when the time comes, okay?” She sits by your side, petting your head slowly, seeing you drift into sleep. “But, your reason-“ “Another night Y/N, your mind is exhausted and now you should rest dear.” “Goodnight.” She whispers as she starts mumbling a lullaby you can’t identify.

#detroit become human #dbh kara #mama kara #android #children #abuse #detroit: become human #dbh #reader insert #reader imagine #angst

[god-damn-it-miranda]

Familia

Summary: After moving to New York to escape what happened in Jamaica and Philly, Ruben thought he was home free. No one knew him there, it was a fresh start. But within his first few weeks, he’s approached not once, but twice by two different people who think that he’s someone else. And he can’t help but feel a little curious as to who this Usnavi character is. 

Word count: 2360

T/W: Minor threats of violence

A/N: Requested by (I think??) @marianara-sauce (this request is so old and I never made a note of who requested it...

New York certainly isn't Jamaica (though to be honest he isn't sure he ever wants to set foot on that island ever again), but it's far enough away from Philly that Ruben feels he can relax a little bit. Sure there are still many nights where he wakes up screaming, thrashing to try and free himself from his covers, but he's slowly figuring out how to deal with them.

He finds a job in a local community college, and shortly after finds himself a small apartment just a short walk away. His new apartment building is just on the edge of a small neighborhood called Washington Heights, and while the apartment is small and the AC doesn't work, he's happy there. It's his place, no one can tell him what to do there. No one even knows he's there. His mother knows he's somewhere in New York, but she doesn't have any details. And Jason...god he doesn't want to even think about Jason.

He knows that the man is miles away, he knows that Ian’s gone, and he knows technically he isn’t in any more danger. But he still refuses to actually go outside unless absolutely necessary. Apartment, to bus, to class, then back on the bus and a mad sprint up the stairs to the safety behind his locked door.

And for the first while he is completely content doing just that, scurrying about outside in a complete panic, only really relaxing when he’s back in the comfort of his own apartment. He can’t help but feel like Jason’s going to stroll into his life at any moment, demanding something from him. The very thought sends a shudder down his spine and he doesn’t get out of bed for several hours, the covers pulled over his head and his pillow clutched desperately to his chest. As if the lumpy feathers could do anything against the voices and the memories and the idea that Jason (not Ian) is still out there.

After a month of this routine, Ruben finds himself sitting on the fire escape outside his window, legs dangling over the three-story drop. It’s cooler outside, especially with the sun just starting to sink below the horizon. For the first time in days he’s completely calm, content to simply watch people go by. Two boys stroll past, laughing and shoving each other before vanishing around a corner, their chatter still echoing around the street. Washington Heights, while fairly busy during the day seems to come alive with a new spirit when the sun went down.

Music drifts across the street from open windows, and the various scents of Caribbean cooking waft through the air. It’s then that Ruben realizes that he hadn’t eaten all day. To his surprise, he finds himself reluctant to climb back into his apartment. Though to be fair, it was still ridiculously warm in there. Never the less, he climbs awkwardly back in through the window, stumbling as he stubs his toe on the edge of his coffee table. With a curse he makes his way to the kitchen, freezing as he opens the fridge. Empty.

Crap.

He takes a few minutes to rummage through his cupboards, but the contents are just as disappointing as the fridge. All he’s got is a pack of stale saltine crackers, and while that might have worked any other day, tonight he was actually hungry. Pity he had no idea what sort of food was available in the neighborhood. He bounced on his heels, looking from the door to the crackers, and then back again. A quick trip out couldn’t kill him, right?

Besides, he thinks, no one knows I’m here. No one knows who I am. Just…just a guy getting some food.

With that thought circling through his mind, he pulls on his shoes and steps out of his apartment, triple checking that it was locked behind him. Better safe than sorry. Within seconds he finds himself out on the street, and once again stops, looking around helplessly. It hits him then. He has no clue where anything is. He knows how to get to the bus stop and that’s about it. And now he’s standing in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot, rocking uncertainly on his heels. He debates going back inside, then decides against it. This is the first time he’s worked up the courage to go outside for anything other than work, he wasn’t going to turn and hide again.

Eventually he stumbles upon a little hole in the wall restaurant that looks relatively clean and is run by a little Dominican woman who reminds him a little of his own mother. It’s incredibly comforting to be honest. He finds a table in the corner and forces himself to just relax and eat. Ian’s not here, he keeps telling himself, there’s no way he’s ever coming back. His head snaps up as the bell above the door dings and two women speaking impossibly fast Spanish enter, their laughter cutting through the air and despite himself Ruben smiles along with them, though he has no idea what they’re talking about. Someone named Yolanda? He’s not sure.

The women don’t actually notice him until they’re leaving, at which point they smile widely and wave. Ruben can only stare back at them in absolute confusion, tilting his head and frowning slightly. To his horror, the two women cross over to him but don’t sit.

“Usnavi, niño travieso. I thought you were at the bodega tonight. Wait until Vanessa hears about this one.” The taller of the two says, resting her hands on her hips and pursing her lips.

“Uh…who?” Ruben manages to say, his voice shaking ever so slightly much to his displeasure. The women blink and turn to look at each other before looking back down to him, both now frowning in confusion.

“Uh…Dani? I don’t think he’s Usnavi.”

The taller of the two – Dani, he assumes – cocks her head a little more and steps closer, eyes widening after a moment.

“Aye dios, you have a point.” She says, taking a step back and offering an apologetic smile. “Sorry, we thought you were a friend of ours.”

Ruben manages a weak smile and shrugs it off with a faint mutter of ‘it happens’, and finally the two women leave the restaurant, once again chattering away with one another. Ruben watches them go before turning his attention to his half-eaten dinner. Well, there was lunch for tomorrow.

The next week passes without any incident. The same old routine, day in and day out. Run for the bus, triple check the locks, sit on the fire escape when the apartment gets too hot, make sure the plants get enough water and aren’t about to dry up in the summer heat. His normal, safe routine where nothing is supposed to go wrong. Until it does.

00o00

It’s a Friday, he’s just finished teaching intro to chemistry at the community college, and all he wants to do is sleep. He hadn’t slept well the night before, dreams of Ian and Jamaica haunting him and making it almost impossible to actually get to sleep. All day he’s been out of sorts, walking into doors and walls a little more often and forgetting what he was talking about halfway through the lecture. The only thoughts running through his mind as he steps off the bus are about his bed. He’s so lost in fantasizing about his heavy blanket and soft pillow that he doesn’t notice he’s taken a wrong turn until there’s a tight grip on his shoulder and everything grinds to a halt.

“Alright buddy, easy does it.” A voice says, uncomfortably close, and all Ruben can think is Ian’s here, Ian’s found me and I’m going to die. He doesn’t speak though, freezing completely as the hand leaves his shoulder and a slight figure with a hat pulled low over their face circles round to stand in front of him. It’s not Ian, but Ruben can’t quite make his brain fully understand that. The figure’s mouth is moving, and it takes him a moment before he understands. Wallet. The kid wants his wallet.

He fumbles in his pocket for it, hesitating and staring at the black leather for a moment. It’s not like he’s really strapped for cash, he’s still got some of the drug money from Oz, but he would really rather not lose the forty dollars that’s in his wallet. The guy in front of him is eyeing the leather as well, and eventually grows too impatient.

“You stupid or something? I said hand it over!” He’s shouting now, and Ruben can’t help the slight step back he takes, his heart hammering so loudly he’s surprised the guy doesn’t hear it. His hands are shaking as he goes to hand over the wallet. Just before he has the chance to actually hand it over, there’s a shout from behind him and someone running up. The would-be thief pales and turns on his heels, racing down the street and vanishing around a corner.

“Yo, you alright ‘Navi?” Again, there’s a hand on his shoulder and Ruben whirls around, eyes wide and panicked.

“Wh-what?” He stutters, tremors going through his whole body. The new arrival, a larger man with a buzz cut looks down to him with a slight frown.

“What, that guy hit you on the head or something? Usnavi, come on you know this place is full of punks like that.”

There’s that name again. Ruben has no idea who this ‘Usnavi’ guy is, but he seems to be incredibly popular in this area. Popular enough for…whoever this is to come to his rescue.

“I-I’m uh not…” He trails off, clenching his hands at his sides and clenching his eyes closed. The guy looks down to him for a moment before nodding.

“I don’t wanna hear it. Come on, let’s get you back to the bodega.”

“I don’t know who Usnavi is.” Ruben manages to say, taking a step back and wrapping his arms around himself. It’s getting harder to breath, and every noise on the street is making him jump. He wants to run but he can’t make his feet move.

“You don’t…oh, oh shit sorry man.” The guy says, noticing Ruben’s discomfort and taking a step back, giving him room to breathe. “Hey you doing okay? You…you going to be okay to go wherever you were going?”

Ruben wants to say yes. He wants to be able to walk back to his apartment without an issue and just drop into bed like nothing happened. But he can’t bring himself to move, can barely bring himself to shake his head. The guy frowns a moment, watching him before offering a small, reassuring smile.

“You want me to walk you back?”

And to his surprise, Ruben nods.

00o00

It’s early, and he has no idea what day of the week it is. He hasn’t slept in days, hasn’t left his apartment. He hasn’t even gone out onto the fire-escape. And then he finds that he can’t stand to be inside any longer. The sanctuary he’s built suddenly feels too small, like the walls are inching in towards him. The heat inside is unbearable, but sitting on the fire-escape doesn’t do much to help. He needs to get out.

The sun isn’t up yet and he’s walking the streets, hands tucked into his pockets and eyes glued to the ground. He isn’t really sure where he’s going, until he catches a whiff of coffee on the breeze. He perks up at this, and follows it to a little corner shop that, surprisingly, is open. He hesitates outside the door before pushing his way inside, flinching as the little bell above the door rings.

There’s a kid in a tank-top, his hat on backwards stoking the shelves at the front. He barely glances up as Ruben enters, instead turning to shout towards an open door at the back.

“Yo ‘Navi! You got a customer!”

“How do you know it’s for me?”

“Because no sane person is awake this early without your famous café con leche.”

‘Navi? Ruben frowns, tilting his head slightly. There’s that name again. He glances up as a young man wearing a bright red shirt steps out of the back room, stretching his arms up over his head before pausing slightly at the sight of Ruben.

The two stare at each other for a moment, one wide awake and practically bouncing on his feet, the other hunched over and exhausted. The kid in the tank-top eventually peaks up over the display, jaw dropping as he looked between the two.

“Yo, you never told me there were two of you!” He said, bounding around the corner and circling Ruben curiously. “He’s like…Usnavi 2.0!”

“Jesus…Sonny, go sort the trash or something.” The guy, Usnavi, says, rubbing the palm of his hand over his eyes. Ruben simply stars at him while the kid grumbles and slips off without another word.

“So…you’re the guy who’s been running around the barrio looking like me.” Usnavi says, and there’s no anger in his voice, just simple amusement. Ruben blinks and cautiously follows him to the counter, keeping a step back just in case.

“And you’re the guy everyone keeps mistaking me for.” He says, smiling weakly. Usnavi laughs, and the sound is bright and cheerful, and Ruben can’t help but smile wider.

“You know…your friends seem like really nice people.” He says after a moment, blinking as Usnavi sets a steaming cup of coffee down in front of him. And he means it. He hasn’t had many friends in his life, and even fewer who would have rescued him from thief without expecting anything in return. “You’re a lucky guy, Usnavi.”

“Well…when you live in the Heights everyone kind of becomes family after a while.” Usnavi says with a slight shrug, leaning on the counter and tilting his head curiously. “Now…Just who are you? Because I think it’s going to get confusing for everyone if they think there are two of me running around.”

And again, Ruben can’t help but smile warmly.

#In the Heights #Do No Harm #Ruben Marcado #Let Ruben be happy #Usnavi de la Vega #I guess this is kinda based off Sophia's thing? #idk I think we both got the request at the same time #she just wrote it a lot faster than I did...