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flowerbarrel-art · 2 years

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~ PuffballsUnited, InnerSloth, The Henry Stickmin Collection

~ Content Warnings: Nightmares, sleep paralysis, disturbing imagery, panic attack, nausea

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Terrence lifted his head, slowly meeting Reginald’s gaze.

“You need to let me out, Terrence.”

Terrence stared at Reginald, noting his shadowed eyes and messy hair. He had several bruises and cuts. His normally curly mustache was ragged.

“Why?”

“If you don’t, Right will come and get me, and who knows how many of your new friends he’ll kill. Let me go, he’ll only kill you.”

Terrence reached out, touching the bars.

Then he pulled his hand back.

“Even if I wanted to, you’d never get off the base,” he muttered.

“You’d be surprised,” Reginald chuckled.

“It’s not happening,” Terrence snapped. “I’m sure they can see us both. I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Are you really that angry with me?”

“…You know what? No. I had it coming. But I’m not letting you out.”

“This isn’t just some test they’re waiting to see if you pass, Ter,” Reginald sighed heavily, shaking his head slowly. “You already failed by coming here…but even if you hadn’t, they’d never have trusted you. They can’t. Don’t you know that?”

Terrence clenched his fists, his eyes burning.

“Of course I know. I was a leader of The Toppat Clan.”

“If you had really been a leader,” Reginald said with a scowl, “you’d rather have died than help them.”

Terrence grit his teeth, then shook his head and sighed.

“What good would that do? What else can I do now?”

Reginald narrowed his eyes.

“So it’s true. You’re enjoying being in this little dollhouse so much, you don’t even know you’re their plaything.”

Terrence folded his arms.

“No. I’m dealing with my situation, like I should’ve done back then. Maybe things would’ve been different if I had. But I can’t change that now. No one can.”

Terrence reluctantly looked up; Reginald was gripping the bars tightly.

“Reg…we used to be friends. I should’ve been better. I know everything that’s happened is my fault, but I can’t help you. I’m sorry.” He turned and closed his eyes tightly. “You could’ve been a good leader…but it’s over now.”

A metallic hand gripped Terrence around the neck, and he choked and desperately kicked his legs as he was lifted into the air.

He stared into a robotic, glaring red eye in a hollow, bloodied face.

“Yeah,” Right’s distorted, echoing voice chuckled. “It is.”

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Terrence woke abruptly, adrenaline shooting through his body.

He tried to move, but he felt heavy, and his arms and legs didn’t respond.

His heart beat even faster when he saw a red light directly in front of him.

Panic burned in his chest and he heard a scream echoing in his head.

Finally, his limbs responded, and he jerked as hard as he could against the cuffs, causing them to rattle loudly.

He kicked his legs and gasped desperately as he flailed, finally letting out a panicked yell.

The door slammed open, and the light flicked on. The red light vanished, and he recognized Elisa standing there.

She stared for a moment, then rushed forward, holding up her arms.

“Terrence,” she exclaimed, “you’re awake now. It’s alright. Listen to my voice. You’re safe.”

Terrence kept yanking against the cuffs, still twisting in bed and kicking his legs.

“Terrence…listen…I’ll take those off, and you’ll be alright. But you have to lie still first. Can you do that for me?”

Terrence sagged back against the bed, suddenly exhausted and gasping.

“That’s it…I’m going to take them off now. Okay?”

Terrence closed his eyes as she approached, and twitched when he felt her touch.

“It’s okay, that’s one off,” he heard her say, and managed to keep still when he felt her unlock the left cuff. “All gone. Now stay still a bit longer…I need to fix you up.”

Terrence opened his eyes and got a look at himself; his wrists were bleeding.

His vision filled with stars and he began to feel nauseated.

“Take deep breaths.”

Shakily, he took a breath in, then let it out with a shudder. His jaw began to tingle.

“Almost done.”

“Elisa, what happened?!”

“Night terror, I think…get me that wastebasket, please.”

Someone sat Terrence up and held something against his chest just as he began coughing, then finally retching.

“When did this start?”

“About ten minutes ago. I’m sorry. I had to take the cuffs off.”

“I doubt he’s going anywhere…and we just found out he wasn’t involved.”

Terrence coughed a few more times, then slouched back in bed.

“I s-s-saw….” he panted, tears streaming down his face.

“Was someone here?” Galeforce demanded.

“…R-R-Right…” Terrence rasped.

“No…he couldn’t have been,” Galeforce said. “Someone would have noticed something.”

“He was in the room…” Terrence said hoarsely.

“I think…” Elisa began, putting the wastebasket aside, “it was sleep paralysis.”

“Sleep paralysis?” Galeforce repeated.

“Usually the person sees things from their nightmares in the real world, and can’t move. It’s where accounts about people seeing or feeing demons on their chests came from. He might not remember this later. Some don’t.”

“He was here…” Terrence groaned, shaking.

He felt something cold on the back of his hand, then a burning pinch. He opened his eyes to see Elisa putting an oxygen mask on him.

With a sigh, she sat next to the bed and gently took his hand.

“Right Hand Man isn’t here,” she said calmly. “Everyone’s alright.”

“R…really?” Terrence croaked.

Elisa nodded once.

“Just rest now.”

Terrence closed his eyes, suddenly feeling relaxed.

When he opened his eyes again, Galeforce and Elisa were gone, and his head felt clearer. A faint light was streaming through the small windows.

Terrence shook his head a few times and looked at himself; both wrists were bandaged.

Sighing, he rested his head back against the pillow, then stared in a daze at the ceiling.

“Hey.”

Victoria’s voice jolted him back to reality.

“So…” she began.

Terrence closed his eyes.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Galeforce isn’t really going to let me stay here forever.”

Victoria sighed.

“No one lives forever. Unless you’re telling me you’ll become a zombie.”

“Go to hell.”

There was a heavy silence.

“Well…someone was having a pity party. You should’ve invited me.”

“Oh, for the…”

Victoria pulled Terrence to a sitting position.

“Listen up, bud,” she interrupted. “You aren’t just a project. If we can make this work, damn right we’re gonna try. If you wanna mope and moan, then go ahead. You’re an adult and you can decide that. But we’ll still have work to do.”

“I….I just…”

“Uh-huh. Don’t we all.”

Terrence shook his head.

“I don’t…I don’t know if I can do this. I’m tired…and I’m…”

Victoria watched him, waiting.

“…I’m…scared.”

“If you weren’t, then you’d really be a dumbass,” she said with a shrug. “Listen. Everyone’s nervous about Right busting in here and taking Reginald back. We’re breaking our backs preparing for it. Do you think we’re not scared?”

Terrence crossed his arms.

“But that doesn’t matter. It’s tempting to agonize over things, and granted this is pretty important, but in the end you just have to shut up and stop complaining.”

She gave him a look.

“Think you can remember that?”

“I don’t know,” Terrence groused. “You got a pen?”

“Nope.”

“All this organization and you still lose your pens like socks?” Terrence asked mockingly, rolling his eyes.

Victoria laughed.

Terrence rubbed his forehead.

“How long’s it been since…” Terrence asked, trailing off as he looked at his wrists.

“Couple days,” Victoria said. “You’re gonna stay here for another week at least.”

Terrence groaned.

“I’ll visit when I can,” Victoria said. “Konrad and Calvin, too. I think even Lucas was going to.”

“How are they?” Terrence asked.

“Fine, just bored,” Victoria said. “They got released yesterday. Rupert, too.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever talked to him,” Terrence said. “Aside from that meeting at least.”

“You haven’t,” Victoria chuckled. “Though he doesn’t really talk to anybody. Just Dave.”

“Dave?” Terrence repeated.

“His friend. He was being held captive by the Toppats.”

Terrence stared at her.

“Why’d they do that?” he asked in confusion.

“He’s a guard at the museum, and saw them when they tried to steal the Diamond again.”

“When was that?” Terrence exclaimed.

“About a couple months ago,” Victoria said. “He spotted them breaking in and was calling for help when they caught him.”

“How’d he escape?” Terrence asked, shaking his head.

“Henry managed to get him out.”

“All on his own?”

“Yep.”

“There’s something off about that guy,” Terrence muttered.

“Yeah…I’m getting that impression,” Victoria agreed. “Charles thinks he’s cool…but it doesn’t take much for him to like somebody.”

Victoria glanced at her watch, then winced.

“Shit, I’ve gotta go, and you’ve gotta rest.”

Terrence nodded, and Victoria rushed off, leaving him alone with anxious, confused thoughts.

#PuffballsUnited #InnerSloth #The Henry Stickmin Collection #THSC AU #Terrence Suave #Victoria Grit #General Galeforce #Hubert Galeforce #The Toppat Clan #Right Hand Man #Right Hand Man Reborn #Reginald Copperbottom #FlowerBarrel art

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uwusenpaiuwu · 3 years

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Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

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"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

#mikey x male reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x male reader #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjirou x male reader #sano manjirou x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno

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mara-xx217 · 3 years

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Hey ! Sorry for being an annoying little shit with my requests but youre so goood ;-;, can you please do a myers reaction to reader escaping him ? The sleep paralysis thing was amazing I loved how he thinks he’d die without her but what if she just skips town and he has no way of tracing her ?

Oof, be prepared for some ANGST!

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Part Three

Part Four

Gone, Gone, Gone...

The moment Michael stepped into your home, he knew something was terribly wrong. He didn’t need to search the house to know that you weren’t home. It was too quiet, too still. Your shoes were missing, and so was your coat. Making his way quickly to your bedroom, he threw open your closet door to find that some of your clothing was missing, but not all of it. Michael’s grip on the door tightened, until his knuckles were white and the flimsy material it was made of began to buckle and crack under his grip. Slamming it shut so hard it nearly broke the frame, he stomped over to your chest of drawers, opening the specific one that you always hide your important documents in. Gone. They’re gone…

His entire body began to shake, first starting in his fingers before it spread to the rest of his body like an uncontrolled wildfire. He couldn’t see properly, he couldn’t breathe… Michael can’t fucking breathe..! He stumbled backwards, tripping and falling onto your bed, flat on his ass. He was claustrophobic, everything was too close, everything that didn’t fucking matter was too fucking close!

Ripping his mask off, he struggles to not hyperventilate. It was like he was drowning on air, thick, humid, choking, constricting, strangling..! He can’t breathe..! Michael fumbles for the zipper of his coveralls, yanking it down so roughly he’s surely ripped it off. Like anything else matters now… It was both too hot and too cold, too loud and too quiet, too crowded and too empty…

Michael brings a trembling hand to his chest, placing it over his heart. He can feel it beating out of his chest, slamming stubbornly and painfully into his rib cage. He’s never felt like this before. This… What is this..? Am… Am I dying..? Is this what his victims felt as he mercilessly killed them..? Michael began to wheeze, unable to think clearly. This… He balled the fabric of his shirt into his clenched fist, gritting his teeth hard enough to hear them strain under the pressure placed on them.

Empty. Void. Uninhabited. Vacant. Worthless… This house is no longer a home, and Michael couldn’t be more devastated. He couldn’t even pretend that he didn’t care, because he did, immensely. There was no tearful goodbye. No wistful looks from the bus stop. Not even a note was left for him on the kitchen table. You were gone, and you weren’t coming back…

A noise draws his attention. It was soft, barely audible over the blood rushing in his ears: plat, plat, plat- He looks down, and sees dark stains blooming on his thighs. Is- What is… Michael brings trembling fingers to his face, brushing past his cheek. Wet..? Is- I’m- Tears..? Michael Myers, the Shape of Haddonfield, evil incarnate, was crying…

He lets his hand fall to his side, limp, defeated. His stomach churned, twisting and revolting against him. Before he could stop himself, he vomited suddenly and violently. His legs were soaked through with warm bile, and he clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stop himself from dry heaving further. Something involuntary was bubbling up from deep inside of him, something that he did not want to escape. Michael couldn’t get his breathing under control, he couldn’t get his body under control. Wheezing, his breath came in shorter and shorter breaths until…

A broken sob slipped past his fingers, causing him to curl in on himself in a vain attempt to force his emotions back inside of himself. He couldn’t stop. With each breath, he lost more and more control of himself, until it forced him backwards onto the bed. Curling into the fetal position, Michael wept. He tore at his clothing, his hair, his skin, at anything and everything that could possibly help him ground himself. Nothing helped. Nothing would help him now. You had abandoned him, and there was a possibility that he’d NEVER be able to find you ever again.

Michael didn’t know how long he laid there on your old bed, crying for the first time in his entire life. The only thing that had momentarily stopped his downward spiral was burying himself in your sheets. They still smell like you… He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to be awake. He didn’t want to breathe… Michael didn’t want to live, anymore… Not without you… Not without you… Without you, there’s no point. There’s no point to do anything, anymore. No point, without you… Without you…

He cracked an eye open, blinking away his tears. No… You’re not dead… Not yet… Michael forces himself to sit up, gritting his teeth in a bid to prevent himself from vomiting once more. You may be gone, but you’re not dead. He can find you again. He must find you again. You’re the only thing that matters to him. With a death grip on the sheets, Michael forces himself to his feet, wiping the sweat from his brow.

This isn’t the first massive hunt he’s partaken in. It won’t be his last. He’ll find you, and he’ll make sure that you will never ever abandon him like this ever again. You’ll soon realize the error of your ways, and you’ll be begging for him to take you back. You won’t be coming out of this unscathed. You will be punished for your selfishness, and there will be no mercy on his part. How could you do this to him..?! Do you understand how you make him feel?! Oh, Michael will find you… He must find you. He doesn’t have a choice…

#halloween #michael myers #og michael myers #michael myers x reader #i hurt my own feelings this time folks #ask response #angst

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Taming Temerity

Pairing— Min Yoongi x reader

Genre— SMUT +18, incubus!Yoongi, demon au, Valentine’s Day au

Warnings— Dom!Yoongi, brat!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, hickies, shibari, tickling huehuehue, swearing, explicit unprotected sex (use protection when fucking a demon), ass slapping, creampie

Word Count— 4.3k

/təˈmerədē/: excessive confidence or boldness; audacity || You try explaining Valentine’s Day to Min Yoongi, your incubus boyfriend that feeds on your sexual energy. At first he doesn’t understand the point, but if it’ll make you horny then he’s willing to do anything.

A/N— This fic is part of the Valentine’s Day collab Be My Bangtanvine with @kimtaehyunq @ppersonna @ughseoks @jinned @joontopia and @feliix. Make sure to check out their stories too!

“I never understood this holiday. You know it’s just a corporate scam for suckers like you, right?” Yoongi expressed his disdain as his gaze fell on the extravagant Valentine’s Day section in the grocery store.

“So you’ve mentioned, Mr. Party Pooper,” you rolled your eyes, “Some people just like getting chocolates and flowers from their partners. I don’t see any problem with that.”

“Do you want chocolates and flowers? I can get them for you any time, just say the word,” Yoongi offered.

“That’s the point, it should be a little surprise. I wouldn’t have to ask you to do anything,” you tried to explain.

“At that point you’re already expecting something, doesn’t that just defeat the purpose?” your companion was genuinely confused.

“You know what? I don’t expect a demon like you to get it,” you were getting frustrated.

“No need to throw the ‘D’ word around like that. I’m an incubus sure, but we specialize in lust, not love. However, I’m always down to try new things. You of all people should know that,” he ended suggestively.

You started to think about how your relationship started with Yoongi. Your body went on autopilot mode on the drive back home as flashbacks flooded your mind.

It all started about six months ago when you randomly started to have sleep paralysis consistently. You’d foolishly open your eyes and see a dark figure in the corner of your room that gradually came closer before settling on top of you. The extra weight on your chest made it hard to breathe. Once it got to that point, your eyelids would close and you’d be whisked away to a sensual dream. You’d wake up refreshed and energized, completely forgetting about the terrifying events that led up to your wet dream.

One night, you miraculously were able to break the cycle. As soon as the dark figure approached the bed, you threw a pillow at it. At that point, you weren’t sure if you were in a dream or not, but you dashed to turn on your bedroom lights. The light revealed a man standing frozen in place by your bed. You remember screaming for help and shouting things about a pervert stalker.

“Help! Somebody help there’s an intruder! Someone please--” suddenly your mouth refused to open.

“Well this is awkward,” the man rubbed the back of his neck, “Let’s get a few things out of the way first. I’m not a pervert or a stalker. In fact, I’m not even human, I’m an incubus. A new one at that.”

Your eyes widened in horror at the mention of a demonic entity. You backed up into a wall trying to get away from him while muffled screams desperately tried to escape from your sealed lips.

“I’m sure you have a few questions. Normally I would just put you to sleep but you’re wide awake now and honestly I don’t have the kind of mana to deal with all that. So we’ve found ourselves in quite the predicament,” the demon sighed as he sat on your bed. With a wave of his hand, your mouth was finally able to open again.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re a demon? This must be a dream right?” you were bewildered.

“Come sit by me, I can show you that I’m real,” the demon patted the bed.

“Trusting a self proclaimed demon is probably a bad idea but this is just a weird dream anyway,” you reasoned out loud as you sat beside the intruder.

The man raised one of his hands to cup your cheek; you shuddered at his cold touch. Something changed when you looked into his eyes. Suddenly, you felt like kissing this total stranger. In fact, you felt a lust that you’ve never felt before. Before you knew it, you were straddling the man, rubbing your crotch against his as you passionately made out.

“Lay back and take off your pants, dear,” he commanded. You did as he said without hesitation.

The man licked his lips as he spread open your legs. He slowly dragged a finger along your covered slit. Pulling your panties aside, he dove in tongue first, causing you to shudder at the warm and wet sensation. His tongue flicked around between your folds as his thumb began to circle your clit. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. You felt two hard protruding bumps atop his head...horns?

“Reaching for my horns already? Naughty girl,” the man smirked as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. You squirmed at his action. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” he asked with fake innocence as he slowly finger fucked you, “Is one not enough? Do you need more?” You silently nodded in response.

“Nuh uh, I need to hear you say it,” he teased.

“Please, I need more,” you begged as you helplessly tried to grind against his one finger.

“Hm one finger isn’t enough huh? How about two?” he added in his middle finger as you moaned, “Or do you want three?”

His ring finger slid in with ease. Finally, you felt full; lewd sounds escaped from your lips. Your back arched as he picked up his pace, curling his fingers into you with every pump. Something tight wound up in you, indicating that you were close to your high.

“Keep going. Faster,” you panted as your legs began to shake.

“Your wish is my command,” he obliged. You cried out as your orgasm hit you. Waves of euphoria rippled across your body as he slammed his fingers into you a final time, leaving his fingers pressed up against your g-spot to prolong the event.

You focused on catching your breath while the alleged demon smiled down at you. It wasn’t a creepy smile, it was one of triumph. His fingers were still inside of you.

“You can pull them out now,” you said weakly.

“I tried. Your tight little pussy is clamped onto them. See?” he showed you how your lips stayed gripped onto his fingers, “If I can’t pull them out, I might as well go back in.”

He pushed his fingers back in, making you gasp. You were still extremely sensitive, any movement of his would push you over the edge yet again.

“If you do that-- fuck-- I’ll come again,” you warned him.

“Let’s see how many you can handle,” the man challenged as he picked up his speed yet again.

You came three times that night. All just to his hand and occasionally his mouth. The demon looked satisfied with his work as you laid blissed out before him. He slunk down beside you, laying on his side with his head propped up on his arm.

“These got bigger,” you observed as you reached for his horns. The tiny black stumps had grown longer and had a more defined horn shape. They felt cool to the touch and were ridged, similar to those of a ram.

“They’re not the only things that got bigger,” he winked, “This is where my mana is stored. Essentially I get stronger when I consume energy.”

“Consume energy? Are you going to eat me?” you questioned with intrigue. You still believed you were in a strange dream.

“Already did. I told you, I’m an incubus. We feed off of sexual energy. I rather enjoyed the meal. It’s too bad this will be the last time I can see you though,” he pouted.

“What? Why can’t you visit me in my dreams like you normally do?” you could get used to having dreams like this.

“Because you know that I exist. After tonight, you’ll forget all about me and I’ll get reassigned to a different human,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Does that mean I’ll get another incubus demon?”

“Not exactly. There are many different kinds of beings that dwell in the underworld. You could get any one of them. Most of them aren’t as fun or as handsome as me though,” he tried to lighten the conversation.

“I don’t want to forget you, nor do I want this dream to end,” you admitted.

“Silly girl, you still think this is a dream? There actually might be a way to have me stay with you. All you have to do is make a contract with me. Interested?” the demon offered.

“A contract? Am I gonna be selling my soul to you or something? I would prefer to keep that if possible,” you tried to joke.

“I’m not that kind of demon. The contract would simply bind us together. You let me consume all of your sexual energy and I give you the best orgasms you’ll ever have. Seems like a fair deal to me,” he explained.

“So I’ll basically have a demon boyfriend? I don’t mind that, sign me up,” you nodded. You were groggy at this point and your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Boyfriend? I suppose you could put it that way. Let’s seal this deal with a kiss,” he suggested. He leaned in to your already puckered up lips. He paused mere centimeters from your face, “I’m Yoongi by the way. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier.”

You pulled him in for a soft kiss, “Hey Yoongi, I’m ___. I guess I’m your girlfriend now.”

“Whatcha thinking about?” Yoongi interrupted your thoughts.

“About the night we met,” you answered as you pulled into your driveway.

“That was a good night. You were so cute when you called yourself my girlfriend,” he smiled.

“Shut up, I thought it was all a dream,” you said defensively as you unloaded the groceries.

“I was thinking about Valentine’s Day as you were driving in silence. I wanna give it a try. I don’t get the hype, but if it will make you happy then I’m willing to go along with it,” Yoongi stated.

“Really?” your mouth opened with excitement, “Do I need to plan the date or are you taking the reins on this one?”

“I’ll start doing my research now,” Yoongi gave you a thumbs up.

“Rise and shine gorgeous~” Yoongi sing songed as he opened the blinds.

You retreated back under the covers to shield yourself from the light. Yoongi tugged at the edge, making you even more aggravated. Curling up into a ball in the fetal position was your last line of defense. Once Yoongi flung off the blanket, you were done for.

“To start off your very best Valentine’s Day ever, I present you a bouquet,” Yoongi shoved a bundle of red roses in your face, causing you to sneeze. A few petals violently detached and fluttered helplessly onto the bed.

“Thanks Yoongi, the flowers are pretty,” you managed to say with a stuffy nose, “I wish I could adore them more but flowers always trigger my allergies.”

“Hm, every romance film I watched always showed the girl loving roses,” Yoongi pondered, “Not to worry, my algorithm is flawless.”

“Are you a robot now?” you joked. The sweet smell of syrup and waffles caught your attention. Yoongi noticed this and excitedly yanked you out of bed. Normally you would bicker about the manhandling but you decided to let today be an exception.

The living room was filled with pink and white heart shaped balloons. Yoongi dragged you to the breakfast table, where the usual placemats were replaced with red hearts and small metallic heart shaped confetti were sprinkled all across the surface. To top it off, the belgian waffles were heart shaped, outlined with whipped cream and topped with strawberries. The presentation rivaled that of an actual restaurant.

Yoongi watched expectantly as you took the first bite. Your mouth turned into a smile as you tasted the fluffy waffle. The toppings complemented the dish perfectly, and you were hungry for more.

“I made eggs and bacon too, though it was hard to get the eggs into a heart shape,” Yoongi sighed as he showed you his attempt to get heart sunny side eggs. The shape was wonky but it was impressive that the yolks were still well intact.

“I don’t care what they look like, I’m sure they’ll taste great. Thank you, Yoongi, this is incredible,” you showered him with compliments as you continued to eat. Yoongi smiled with satisfaction as he took a sip of coffee, his favorite choice of sustenance from the human realm.

“Enjoying your Valentine’s Day so far?” he asked from across the table.

“I’ve only been awake for about 5 minutes but it’s been pretty good so far,” you nodded.

“Well whenever you’re ready, go get ready for a day out,” Yoongi winked, “Dress however you want, it’ll be casual.”

You couldn’t help but wonder about what Yoongi had planned for the day. It was still a little chilly, so you put on a cute sweater paired with jeans. You accessorized with a beret and your favorite jewelry pieces. Yoongi waited for you in the living room, and his eyes lit up when he saw you. It wasn’t the usual dark lustful look he normally gave you, but rather one of fondness and genuine adoration.

“Where are we off to now?” you asked in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight. Yoongi didn’t like to drive, he always complained about how it would be easier to just teleport. You always had to remind him that humans do not simply ‘teleport’ places and you’d surely turn a lot of heads if you did. Regardless, you enjoyed watching Yoongi drive. You admired his delicate features as he concentrated on the road.

“Can’t tell you, that you ruin the surprise,” Yoongi chided.

Your eyes widened as he pulled into the parking lot of the local aquarium. It had been years since you last visited, and you were thrilled that Yoongi picked this place as a date spot.

“The aquarium! Ah, I’m so excited! But they aren’t inherently romantic, what made you think of coming here?” you questioned.

“I remember you mentioned wanting to come back here someday. I figured today would be a good time,” he shrugged. Yoongi’s thoughtfulness made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Once inside, you took the liberty of pointing out every fish you thought looked pretty to Yoongi. He was amused by how much you enjoyed something as simple as looking at fish. Colorful fish chased each other around their tanks, darting between corals and other underwater plants. You loved watching them go about their lives as they vibed within the aquarium.

“It would be nice to be a fish,” you said to Yoongi as you stared in awe at jellyfish that were nearly transparent as they carelessly floated around.

“A fish? Why?” Yoongi scoffed.

“They seem happy, and free in a way. All they do is swim around and eat, that sounds like a good time to me,” you explained.

“And worry about getting eaten by a bigger fish. I’d rather be a cat if I had to be any animal,” Yoongi countered.

“Okay, that’s probably a better choice,” you laughed as you imagined Yoongi as a cat. It fit him surprisingly well.

After leaving the aquarium, Yoongi suggested walking to a nearby gelato shop. You were never one to turn down dessert, so you agreed. The air was crisp and the cold made your cheeks go slightly numb, but you didn’t mind. You happily swung Yoongi’s hand back and forth in yours, you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date that went this well.

“___?” a voice called out to you. You looked around to see who called you. Out of nowhere, someone ran up and hugged you from behind. You let go of Yoongi’s hand in the commotion as you were spun around.

“What the--” you said in shock. Finally you were put down, and saw a familiar face grinning back at you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook!” you exclaimed as you hugged him back. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s been forever! I didn’t know you still lived here,” you said.

“I know right?! God, like 13 years or something? I’m here visiting some old pals. We’re all single so we’re celebrating this stupid holiday together,” Jungkook laughed.

“Aww that's cute. I guess this holiday is pretty dumb, but I’m actually celebrating it with someone this year! This is Yoongi,” you introduced Jungkook to your boyfriend.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook,” the young boy extended a hand.

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi replied curtly as he firmly shook Jungkook’s hand.

“Damn, where are you hiding all that muscle?” Jungkook joked as he clutched his hand.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Yoongi deadpanned.

“How long are you in town for? I’d love to catch up with you on another day,” you interrupted.

“I’ll be here for a few more days. Is your number still the same? I can text you tomorrow?” Jungkook offered.

“That’s perfect, I’ll see you around!” you waved goodbye and returned your attention to Yoongi.

You took a hold of his hand and continued walking to the gelato shop. Yoongi was noticeably quiet now, and his demeanor had completely changed. There was an awkward silence between you two as you ordered your favorite flavors. You both sat outside to eat the gelato.

“So who was he?” Yoongi finally spoke.

“Jungkook used to be my neighbor when we were kids. We practically grew up together. He moved away sometime in middle school and I haven’t seen him since. He looks great, I almost didn’t recognize him. What? Are you jealous?” you teased.

“I almost killed him when he kissed you,” Yoongi said in a tone that let you know that he was not kidding.

“Yoongi! People greet each other that way sometimes. Sure, it was a little forward, but we used to be best friends as kids,” you scolded him.

“Ready to go home?” Yoongi asked, completely disregarding your explanation.

“Okay let’s go back you big baby,” you sighed as you threw away your trash.

You hummed along with the radio all the way home. Yoongi didn’t say anything the whole ride. You were surprised by his behavior, you figured an incubus wouldn’t mind seeing affection in public. He had never given you the silent treatment before, so this was uncharted waters.

“Today was really nice, I think you did a good job planning out our Valentine’s day together,” you praised Yoongi as you returned home.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Yoongi said coldly.

“Why are you being so pouty? C’mere, let me give the big baby a hug,” you reached for him with outstretched arms.

“You think I’d let you get away with that kind of behavior?” an annoyed Yoongi glared back at you.

“C’mon, it’s not like it really matters,” you teased, trying to push your luck.

“It matters to me. You’re mine,” Yoongi snarled, baring his fangs.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear,” you tilted your neck, revealing marks from his previous feedings, “I can’t leave the house without a crap ton of concealer to cover up your monstrous hickeys.”

“You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my permanent lover,” Yoongi shrugged, his anger dissipating.

“Who knew dating an incubus would be so tiresome,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“So that random guy kissing your cheeks doesn’t deserve to die?” he asked quietly.

“No! I told you, we’re childhood friends. I haven’t seen him in years. It’s okay to greet close friends with a friendly peck on the cheeks” you crossed your arms, “You’re being annoying. No dinner for you tonight,” you said confidently as you both entered the bedroom.

“Oh? Since when do you call the shots around here?” his voice lowered.

“Since now,” you replied defiantly.

“Keep being cheeky, see where that gets you,” Yoongi challenged.

You smiled slyly as you pushed him onto the bed. Standing before him, you pulled off your sweater to reveal your bare chest. Yoongi instinctively reached out to grab them but you slapped his hand away.

“No touching,” you tsked as you slowly stripped off your bottoms.

You turned to shake your ass at him. The gesture was meant to be playful, but Yoongi took it as a wage of war. He instantly pulled you onto his lap; your panties rubbed up against his hardened crotch.

“I’m hungry,” he growled in your ear as he firmly gripped your ass.

“Not my problem,” you snapped, doing your best to maintain your composure.

“You’ll let me starve?”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t eat me out until I begged for you to stop last night,” you admonished.

“Enough,” Yoongi silenced you.

He roughly latched his soft lips onto your neck. His harsh suckling caused you to moan and tangle your fingers in his minty green hair. You cupped his chin in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulled away.

“You think you get to touch me now? Foolish,” he threw you further onto the bed.

With a snap of his fingers, your panties vanished. They were replaced with strict constraints as your hands and feet were bound by an intricate silk rope pattern. You’ve never been tied up like this before. You’ve dabbled in using handcuffs or fastening a belt around your wrists, but this was something else entirely.

“You wanted to play. So let’s play,” Yoongi cooed in your ear as his fingers traced your sides.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi no,” your eyes widened.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he smiled deviously.

His fingers dug into your sides. You burst out into a fit of laughter. You wriggled around uncontrollably in a futile attempt to get away from him. Yoongi accidentally found out that you were extremely ticklish, and ever since that day he uses it as leverage against you. It wasn’t fair at all considering that demons aren’t ticklish.

Tears welled in your eyes when he finally ceased his attack. Yoongi also knew that tickling was a turn on for you. Something about having another person’s hands all over you made you wet.

“You look so helpless,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Maybe these ropes have something to do with that,” you retorted as you panted.

“Still talking back? You obviously haven’t learned your lesson,” Yoongi ran his fingers along your sides.

“No, please. I can’t take anymore,” you pleaded.

“I think you can,” he smirked before tickling you again.

This time he didn’t stop until you were on the verge of passing out. The bondage made it even harder to catch your breath. Yoongi gingerly kissed your neck as you howled with laughter.

“Will you be a good girl now?” Yoongi asked as he flicked your nipples.

“Mhm,” you managed to whimper.

“I haven’t whipped out any shibari in ages, but I’m glad I did. I forgot how appetizing it makes humans look,” Yoongi licked his lips.

“I can’t move,” you complained.

“That’s the point, my dear ___,” Yoongi kissed your forehead.

His hand trailed down your stomach to your exposed pussy. He was pleased to find that you were already dripping wet. He rubbed circles around your clit as he licked your neck. He ferociously kissed over his previous marks as he started rubbing you faster. Your energy tasted exponentially better the more aroused you became.

Being in such a vulnerable and powerless position turned you on so much. You found yourself at Yoongi’s mercy. Yoongi easily slipped two fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers to perfectly graze your g-spot, causing you to moan loudly.

“You want me to fuck you?” Yoongi whispered in your ear.

“Please. I need you, Yoongi,” you begged.

“I know you do,” he kissed your lips gently.

With another snap of his fingers, the ropes moved their position. Now your wrists were bound to your chest, and your legs were already spread open.

Yoongi dragged his dick along your wet pussy. He loved watching you squirm beneath him as you impatiently waited for him to dick you down. He relished the erotic scene that lay before him. Witnessing you at the pinnacle of your horniess was a blessing. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He thrusted his hips into you with inhuman force. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his thick cock; you didn’t deserve that tonight. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He grabbed your chin as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You automatically stuck your tongue out for him.

“Good fucking girl,” Yoongi growled as you began to suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it.

Yoongi tugged at the ropes, making them vanish instantly. Your freedom was short lived since he immediately flipped you onto your chest. He propped up your ass, giving each cheek a firm slap.

This position was his favorite, and admittedly yours as well. He loved the backside view, and you loved how deep he got. You were sure to lose your mind every time he got behind you. This instance was no exception.

You reached down between your thighs to maximize your pleasure as your fingers easily toyed with your clit. Usually Yoongi wouldn’t allow you to touch yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You were too riled up from being all tied up.

You came undone all over Yoongi’s cock. The warmth of your juices heightened Yoongi’s lust, causing him to thrust faster. He released his hot load into you, groaning as he climaxed.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to stay awake. One of the side effects of being fucked by an incubus is that they literally can fuck you to sleep. After Yoongi cleaned you up, it was cuddle time. He ran his fingers through your hair, making it even harder not to succumb to slumber.

“Full?” you asked with your eyes half shut.

“I’m never satiated, but I can’t complain for now,” he answered.

“Great. Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoongi,” you yawned.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ___. I hope I lived up to your expectations,” he patted your head.

“You surpassed them,” you nodded in approval.

“Go to bed,” Yoongi stifled a laugh, “I guess it’s not a pointless holiday after all.”

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room-of-torture · 2 years

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Beware if you Dare

“Hm” Sam closed her eyes while rubbing her fingers against her chin. Thinking for a moment. “This might be, what’s the right word for this?“ She waved a hand in a circle to help her remember the word she was looking for. Her eyebrows perked slightly as thought of one. “…Silly? Yes, silly.” Nodding slowly. “But, have you ever seen the film Thirteen Ghosts?” Sam’s eyes slowly opened as she raised her head to face her guests.

Pointing down meaning she was point at the place they were in. “The Ghosts that live in this house are not as extreme as the ones on that film but, there are some who stand out more then the rest...” The brunette’s lips curled into a amused smile as she recalled every ghost she’s come into contact with throughout the years. “Most don’t show themselves unless they want you to see them-but when they do…well, good luck.” She chuckled.

“There are four types” The woman raised a hand with four fingers before curling one finger down. “This first, the well known, is the Shadow People”

She licked her dry lips before continuing. “They only show themselves at night.” Chestnut eyes moving towards a corner of her office and ignore the confused looks of her guests as they also looked over to that corner and then back at her.

It looked at though she was just staring off at blank space but in reality she was recalling a memory.

Sam continued. “They appear in many shapes and forms but, most of the time they have a silhouette of a person.” She scratched under her chin and kept her smile. “From my own experience, I would see then when my body went through sleep paralysis but there have also been instances that I’ve seen them while awake.” The brunette squinted and turned her attention back to her quests. Hair brushed her shoulders as she shook her head. “They don’t talk, and they move in a very unnatural manner when walking towards you.”

The tall woman chuckled at the odd but interested looks she was now given. Some skeptical ones which was to be expected since many didn’t believe in the supernatural but, she planned on continuing whether they believe her or not. Hell, this can’t be the craziest thing they are hearing right? They are working with talking mutant turtles, are they not?

And those boys have seen their own weird shit back in the day. Best to be warned then not if they planned on staying in this place…

Raising her hands before dropping them back on her lap. “No worries though, they’re harmless.” She sighed. “From experience, the most you will get from them is a lot of sleepless nights and what you can do to shoo them away is ignore their existence…or not sleep in this mansion.” She shrugged.

Now lifting three fingers and putting a second one down. Now two were left. “Lost souls, they look like any other person you’d meet on the street or at a store but, only difference is that their skin is pale and cold at touch.” The longer strands of her hair brushed her cheek as she cocked her head to the side slightly. “They speak very few words but when they do they seem very confused and lost on where and who they are.”

The tall women went quiet for a moment to study each one’s expression one by one. Clearing her throat “Same as the Shadow people, Lost souls are very harmless but- can make you feel a little crazy when having a full conversation with them…and then they suddenly disappear in the next second.” She nodded slowly. “They will leave you alone if ignored.”

Setting a third finger down. “The Mangled…ha, weelll…the Mangled are quite fun.” The tall woman leaned back in her seat, and her grin never leaving her lips the more she thought about them. Which probably seemed odd for her guests given the circumstances. Almost like she enjoyed this in a way and she probably did…to a point.

Seeing ghosts or spirits were nothing new to her nor her family. (Not her uncle, he never saw them or they chose not to reveal themselves to him)

Sam had seen them since she was a baby and now at the age of thirty it was as normal to her as meeting a live person. Her childhood home was just as haunted as this mansion. Hence why she wasn’t afraid of them but, there was some worry when they would go after clients if they were out of control.

“So far, from what I’ve witnessed on my own, there are only two of them wandering around but, and I mean BUT” She pointed a finger at them with her brows furrowed, a sign as a warning for them. “-don’t ever underestimate them. Ever.” Her face quickly relaxed back to a smile.

“Mangled are trouble. Unlike the first two, these spirits can possibly cause you physical and mental pain if acknowledged for too long. So don’t do that.” Sam squinted as her smile grew. “Looking at them once is fine if you are confirming it’s a Mangled but completely ignore their existence after that. They will leave you alone. Trust me.”

“What do they look like?” She repeated the question and bit her lip while carefully forming her words.

The sleeves of her dress shirt hugged the muscles on her arms perfectly as she crossed them over her chest. “Mangled have a more…fucked up appearance that can make a stomach churn in a very unpleasant way. Like their name they are disfigured and can be gory like.” She raised her brows.” So if you have a weak stomach? Then you best stay way from the rooms in the second floor on the end of the hallway that have red tape.”

Sam’s eyes slowly glanced side to side at everyone. “And from what I’ve heard directly from the boys…a few of you are a bit squeamish.” She chuckled dryly. “That’s ok.”

The tall brunette paused for a moment and leans her head back against the cushion of her chair. Letting the room fill with silence just for a few seconds as she stared at the ceiling before suddenly snapping her fingers as she remembered something. Lifting her head “Ah, They also don’t talk by the way but-they let out these disturbing and heavy asthmatic sounds, or sounds similar to Kayako’s croak from the Grudge.” She tries to imitate the sounds similar that to the movie with a straight face. “It’s actually fun to hear when you are walking down a quiet hallway at night to get a glass of water.” She said sarcastically.

Oh those poor folks. Especially the young women that would come crying to her after being scared shitless from the sounds.

Reaching for her cup that was still warm from the coffee, Sam took a long sip to catch her breath. Gather her last set of thoughts, she raised her last finger and pointed at her guests. “But the Mangled are the least of your problems.”

Setting her cup aside and clasping her hands on her lap. “There is one room you should stay away from, no matter what your curiosity tells you to do-don’t fucking do it. Stay away from the basement.” She said those last words sternly. Amusement she had a minute or two ago had faded.

“That is where the Demon, or Demons, live.” Sam’s eyes narrowed as the energy around her became more serious. “I know that’s probably weird to hear from a atheist like myself, yes atheist go figure, but there is no other way to describe them.” The tall woman leaned forward.“They have the mannerisms and appearance that of a demonio. Crazy right?” Her brows raised and then quickly lowered right after.

“Don’t be surprised if you hear it from the maids, Gabriel or Michelangelo, they’ve seen them too and stay miles from that basement.” Sam sighed. “The first time I came in contact with them they gave me a few good deep cuts on my lower back when I was helping someone move some boxes downstairs.” The brunette stood up from her chair, turn to the slide slightly and pulled her shirt from under the waist of her pants. Lift her shirt to show the slightly faded scars on her lower back.

“The second was a bite on my right shoulder when alone.” She murmured with slight annoyance at the ruined shirt since it was ripped from the attack. No so much the scars.

Lowering herself back to her seat and crossing a leg over the other. “Now demons are the tricksters. They may seem to have the form of a normal person but they hide their faces in the shadows.” She said while fixing the wrinkles of her dress shirt. “Hiding their black void eye sockets and their stretched out mouths that let out such a scream that could make your ears bleed when next to them.”

Bringing her attention back on her clients. Sam once again gave them a neutral smile as the air in this room was now a bit…tense. “As I said, stay away and ignore the ones I warned you about since you are living here for the time being…and you will be just fine.”

Not completely but ok enough to handle the crazy shit.

“Unless you say fuck it and wish to party with the demonios then knock your socks off…buuuut, I wouldn’t recommend.” Sam stared at them blankly. “I know none of this came with the contract nor with the conversations you all have had with your boys because it’s best to leave this matter be. Although half of them don’t believe in the things I say but it is what it is.” She raised hands with a nonchalant shrug. “That or come to me so I will deal with it and I’ll move you to a safer room.” She tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes as she smiled more as to be friendly.

She was trying at least.

“Any more questions? Concerns? I may be able to answer them to the best of my ability.”

#Questions?#Shoot away #Man I had this since Halloween but didn’t want to throw it away #:’)#ROT!Sam #Beware if you dare to disturb the spirits of the mansion #They’ve killed so many why wouldn’t it be haunted?#TW//scary images

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Who’s Watching

Requested by @cai-neki: May i ask a request; Youngest Shelby!reader one an angsty again, where someone's haunting the reader (she couldn't grasp if it's a past memory or person) ending up into various looks from her brothers thinking she may have a trauma but it turns out there is really someone following her around. Kinda long and messsy but yeah.

Pairing: Shelby & Gray Family + Shelby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Stalkers, swearing, my horrible reference in the title, angst

Words: 1,642

Summary: (See Request)

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Her chest heaved with uneven breaths as she slammed the front door shut behind her, back pressed against it. Her brothers walked in to see what the noise was about, surprised to see their sister’s disheveled body blocking the door.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Arthur exclaimed first. He eyed her with wide curious eyes, not all that sure whether he should be mad at her or getting revenge for her.

“S- some- someone-” She couldn’t form a full word with how heavy she was breathing, gasping for air as she rested her hands on her knees.

“Someone what? Did they follow you?” Tommy moved to the windows, looking around before drawing the blinds. “Are you alright?”

“W-wat-wah-”

“Water. Get her some water, Finn!” Arthur yelled before turning back to his sister. “Nod or shake your head. Are you alright?”

She shrugged.

“Do you need help?”

Again, she shrugged.

“Did they want to kill you?”

She shrugged once again, this time taking the water as Finn passed the glass to her.

“Can you stop fucking shrugging?”

A few gulps of water later, the cold liquid soothing her dry throat, she spoke up. Her breathing was still off, but she was recovering. “Someone was following me. I don’t know if they’re trying to kill me or if they followed me home, I just know that I did the thing you taught me-”

“What thing?” Finn furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Tommy. He told me that if I got a bad feeling about someone walking in the same direction as me, to turn a couple times, walk in directions off-route. This person followed me even then. As soon as I realized that, I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t even take the time to look back.”

“Good girl.” Every head in the room turned to Pol, who leaned against the door-frame of the family room. She slowly walked forward, moving her niece aside to look around outside the door before shutting it and locking it. Tommy gave her a questioning glance, to which she replied, “all clear at the front door.”

“Alright. Finn, go check the back, Arthur, can you patrol the house? If one of the doors were unlocked, they could have gotten in while we were talking.”

“Yep.”

The three waited in the main room for over an hour. Tommy and Polly took turns comforting Y/n as they waited for the boys to return. When Finn and Arthur did indeed return, Tommy was suddenly more doubtful than Y/n expected. Finn confirmed that all the doors were locked, Arthur reporting no one but themselves in the home.

Thomas turned toward his sister. “Are you sure someone was following you? Did you forget a turn and assume they were?”

“What?” Y/n’s face morphed into an expression of disbelief, hurt that her brother would question her. She was horrified, looking as if she’d seen a ghost, when she ran inside. The entire time she was running, her body felt uneasy, like she would faint had she stopped for even a second. It felt like her stomach had dropped.

“Are you one-hundred percent serious?”

“Yes- well- I-” It was ironic. She’d looked like she’d seen a ghost and for a split second, she thought it was a ghost. Had she been hallucinating? No, the chase felt too real. Whether it be a person or something from long ago, she knew it was after her. “I don’t know if they were human but-”

“You don’t know if they were human?” Arthur cackled. “Tommy, she thinks a mummy ran after her!”

“I never said that!”

“Was it a werewolf? Was he going to eat you? Gobble you up?” Arthur continued to poke fun. Only Thomas, Polly, and Y/n remained straight-faced. Polly noticed Y/n tearing up, the genuine hurt in her eyes saying that whatever it was, she was still terrified for her life.

“Arthur. Stop.” Although he continued to chortle, Finn’s laughter faded as he made eye-contact with his aunt. “Arthur.”

Finn nudged Arthur harshly. He stopped laughing and turned to Pol. “Yeah?”

“Stop teasing your sister right this damn moment or I’ll find whatever was chasing her and let it have you instead. She was beyond terrified. Look at her!” Polly snapped. “Can’t you see she thought she was literally going to die?!”

As the arguing went on, Y/n sighed and headed to her room. Her aunt was a great save, but that didn’t mean she believed her either. Only defending her due to catching how mortified she was. The embarrassment gifted to herself by a simple overthinking thought. ‘What if I was only imagining things...’ her brothers made her second guess herself.

The night went on, lights turning off, Shelbys and Grays lying in their beds, until everyone in the home was fast asleep. The windows and doors were locked, blinds drawn, and home quiet. The creaking of the wood, however, was new. It sounded like someone was stirring, but no one was awake to hear it.

Screaming awoke the members of the Shelby home. John had just returned, Ada as well, and had a head start to their sister’s room. She had sat up so quick it felt like she should’ve gotten whiplash. When the other four got to Y/n’s room, Ada was sitting on the bed beside Y/n, holding her close to her, and John was sitting on the edge of the bed, shooting her a sympathetic look.

“Did you see them again?” Finn inquired. Arthur slapped him up the back of the head, earning a glare from his little brother. “I’m being serious!” He whisper yelled at Arthur, only to be ignored.

“See who?” Ada looked at her family with widened eyes of confusion. She turned to her sister then back to her brothers and aunt. “What happened?”

“Ada. I’ll um...tell you in the study, okay?” Polly mumbled softly. Ada nodded and rose from the bed, hugging Y/n reassuringly before walking to her aunt. Both women stopped in their tracks as Y/n’s voice sounded again.

“I had a nightmare. The same person. They were in...here. My room. They opened my door and began to walk over to my bed. I couldn’t move. I was terrified. I thought it was all over, but another door opened and the person ran away. I screamed when I could, but for some reason, it was delayed.” She didn’t even take a break to breath or rethink details. It was like she was reliving it even at that very moment.

Tommy looked concerned. He whispered something to Pol before gathering his brothers and the other two females. They left the room, Tommy closing the door behind him, and left Y/n by herself to meet in the study.

“She’s got some kinda flashbacks or something like that.” Finn commented.

“We went to war, she...well, whatever happened, it wasn’t as bad as war. I doubt it’s some kind of thing she’d seen. Perhaps it’s her imagination again.” Arthur grunted in response.

The three older brothers had dealt with PTSD before, the effects similar to Y/n’s awakening, but Arthur didn’t believe she was hurt. He couldn’t bring himself to believe it. The man wanted his little sister to be safe, and knowing he couldn’t keep her so would hurt him more than the war did.

“I say it’s a trauma.”

“What kind?” Ada was quick to question Thomas, as per usual. “Injury related or event caused?”

“Either. If she hit her head, perhaps walked into something on the way home, or if she saw something she didn’t want to see...”

Unbeknownst to the family in the study, Y/n was on the other side of the doors. She pushed them open with a furry. “I’m not traumatized. Nothing that happened is from my imagination or some injury! This person is real and no matter what you do or say, they won’t stop.” She stormed out just as quickly as she stormed in, leaving her family to dwell in her warning.

She hadn’t left the home all day. It concerned the family, but they understood. No one had spoken a word to her since she’d made her point. When it was time to sleep again, Ada and Pol were the only ones to bid her goodnight, the boys cowardly, even more so when it came to admitting it.

The creaking occurred again. Y/n was awake this time, wide awake. The dream felt just as real as her escape had. Last night, she’d fallen asleep, given the person an advantage. Not tonight, she swore, not tonight.

Footsteps grew louder as they neared her door, the small squeak of the door opening causing Y/n to clench her eyes shut. Cold air followed the stranger; Y/n thought to herself, the person must have opened a window...but they were all locked, were they not?

She couldn’t be certain.

They stood over her bed, hesitating for whatever reason. Y/n had her own advantage this time. She wasn’t in sleep paralysis, she wasn’t incapable of showing the stalker what Shelbys learn since birth. Right as they reached for her, the mirror next to the wall by her bed positioned so she could see them, she slid under their squatted legs and darted out her bedroom door.

Behind her was not her concern as she ran for a specific room. Their footsteps thundered loudly, yet not loud enough to wake the rest of the family. Hot on her trail, they aggressively swung for her, but her distance was just far enough that they couldn’t reach her fully.

Reaching the room, she grabbed the first gun in sight, turning and firing. A few seconds later, steps padded throughout the house and stopped at the door. There they saw their little sister with a gun, standing over the person who’d been stalking her, wounded but not dead.

“Told you.”

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miyuwuki · 3 years

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Can we get adult: mei and kazuya reacting to a s/o who is clingy when sleeping ? Like the boys are peacefully sleeping but they suddenly woke up with a heavy weight in their chest. They thought they are having sleeping paralysis (which is a scary experience. Like you are 100% awake but you can't move at all. Sometimes you can't breath well because you feel heavy weight on your chest 😭) but it turns out that weight belongs to their s/o who is 90% sleeping on top of them .. comfortably 😂. Bonus points if they are also a sleeping fighter 😂. Like they kick sometimes or throw some punch😂. For some reason i think mei sleeps like that. Moves around alot or sleeps like a star fish, at least when he was younger. 😂🖤

nah cus this is the cutest submission i’m so excited to write this!

warnings: mentions of sleep paralysis

adult!miyuki kazuya x reader, adult!narumiya mei x reader

heavy sleeper

miyuki kazuya:

shit, i can’t breathe.

miyuki stayed still, fearing to open his eyes of what could possibly be on top of him. he’s had his fair share of sleep paralysis in the past due to his unhealthy sleeping schedule back in high school—waking up bright and early to practice and staying out into the inhuman hours of the night. he knew what it felt like to not have control over your body and feel like you were buried under a thousand bricks; and even sometimes, see shadowy figures and paranormal things. but all of that went away once he met you. your presence throughout the night has helped him get better sleep, and ever since then he had no problems with sleep paralysis.

which left him frightened, because if it came back with you next to him, what will make it go away?

it’s getting hard to breathe, he thought, his breaths starting to stagger. he tried moving his fingers and toes— a technique he used whenever he knew he was caught in sleep paralysis— but they moved perfectly fine. he had full control of his body, which made him confused of what could be pressuring him down like this. y/n’s still here, right?

without any second thoughts, miyuki opened his eyes, preparing himself to see whatever demon was messing with him. but to his surprise,

that demon was you.

half of your body was on top of miyuki’s, your chest against his and your face planted in the pillow beside miyuki. your arms were spread across his body and your legs were tangled with his. from an outsider’s perspective, it looked like those twisted cookies, or even a knot in a shoelace. miyuki laughed, partially at you, but mostly at himself, feeling idiotic to think that he would ever get sleep paralysis again with you by his side.

“y/n, you’re on top of me, i can’t breathe,” he whispered, slowly patting your head. you gripped onto him tighter, not waking up. he didn’t want to wake you up— you looked so peaceful and vulnerable, and so stupidly comfortable; so instead, miyuki sighed and placed gentle kiss on top of your head.

“i guess you can stay like this if you want, dummy.” he softly pulled your whole body on top of him and wrapped his arms around your torso, reaching under your shirt (or his shirt) and rubbed small circles on your bare lower back. he felt more comfortable like this, and you sure did too, because you started snoring, letting out a couple “kazuya’s” in between. he let out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again, and stretched his arm over to the light stand to grab his phone. he went to the camera app and took a picture of you, just so he can have this moment forever.

“goodnight, y/n.” and with that, miyuki fell into a deep slumber, dummy happy with you in his arms.

that is, until you accidentally slapped him awake in the morning when you were stretching.

narumiya mei:

should i go pee, or not?

narumiya grumbled, stuck in the dilemma of whether or not he should go pee in the middle of the night when he was already so comfortable. he cursed at himself for getting such a nice bed with silky sheets and pillows, thinking that it were those things that was holding him back from peeing. they’re so fucking comfy! he thought.

he also didn’t want to wake you up; you haven’t been getting the best sleep lately since you just started your new job, and he wanted you to get a good amount of rest as you could. but damn did he need to release his bladder, and he needed to go quick or else his pee will go somewhere else other than the toilet.

as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a huge weight on his chest, pushing him down firmly on the bed. narumiya froze, staying still for a moment before having an internal panic attack. he remembered back in inashiro when itsuki would tell him stories about sleep paralysis and the details that came along with it; how you couldn’t feel your own body, how sometimes you’d hear screeching or screaming, or worst of all, how you’d open your eyes to see a figure hovering over you. narumiya took it in as bullshit back then, but now, he’s regretting that he ever underestimated itsuki.

his breathing started to uneven, making it harder and harder to inhale and exhale each time. the only thing he could feel is his bladder, and if he didn’t make it to the washroom soon, he would wet the bed— and that’s the last thing he wants. but then, he remembered another thing itsuki said about sleep paralysis,

mei-san, if you move your fingers or toes, you can get out of sleep paralysis! the moment you feel like you have control over your body is the minute you get out!

and so that’s what narumiya did; he wiggled his fingers and toes, hoping for the pressure to go away so he can get up and use the restroom. but he felt the control and felt it moving, so why can’t he get up?

all of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain in his eye and jerked his head up, bringing a hand to rub where it hurt.

“ouch!” he hissed, still rubbing it. is the demon trying to fight me? i’ll show it a piece of my damn mind!

he opened his eyes, not to a demon but to you; your body was on half of his and your hand remained on his face. you were the pressure that was on his chest. you were the one who poked his eye. and for this, narumiya woke you up.

“y/n,” he said, softly shaking you, “you poked my eye.”

your eyes fluttered open, your surroundings hazy and clouded, “mei? what time is it?” you asked, stretching your arms wide. narumiya dodged the hand that ws about to hit him and whined, “you’re so heavy, y/n. and you poked my eye while you were sleeping. i need to pee so get off of me.”

you looked at your position and laughed at him, rolling off, “oops, sorry mei. i was just having a really good sleep. you’re so comfy.” narumiya ears perked at this, smiling cunningly to the fact that he was the reason to your peaceful rest. he almost felt bad for waking you up from your slumber, but gosh did he need to use the washroom. “i’m going to go pee and you can cuddle up against me when i come back, okay?” he said, getting up from the bed.

“i’ll be waiting.” you yawned, smiling at him.

EEEEE I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS, ANON! this was so fun to write, a lot of crack and fluff hehe. enjoy the rest of your day my love <3 thank you!

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walkingchemicalfire · 3 years

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5 times Whumpee Heard “Look at me.”

+1 Time They Said It

@whumpmasinjuly Day 9 prompt: “Look at me”

A/N: So this is six snippets throughout a Whumpee’s journey. I’m combining the WIJ prompt with my secret sunflower gift for the greatest person and my dear friend, Fae @whumpywhumper

CW: torture, knives, stress position, tied up, blood loss, bleeding out, stabbed, oxygen mask, intubated whumpee, vague gaslighting, reference to being muzzled, panic attacks, reference to paralysis, learning to walk

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From Whumper:

Whumpee jolts awake at the sound of the keys jangling outside the door. Whumper is back and going to hurt them again. This had been the routine for the last two weeks. Whumper had abducted them and tortured them every day since. It was the only thing Whumpee could rely on.

The door opens and there stands Whumper, twirling their favorite knife with a bemused smile on their face that made Whumpee’s gut curdle in fear. They turn their face away and shut their eyes, trembling in anticipation of the pain to come.

“Ah, ah, ah, Whumpee,” Their voice dripped with false playfulness as they grip their chin and dig their nails into the skin “Look at me.” They demand. Whumpee whimpers but does so, met with the sight of Whumper’s smirk and their blade coming closer and closer until they feel it against their collarbone.

Whumper takes their time moving the steel across Whumpee’s chest, never cutting, although they could do so easily, just gliding it back and forth. Whumpee looks into their captor’s eyes as they stutter out a desperate, “P-please,”

“Aww, begging so sweetly already?” Whumper asks before they flash a wicked grin and slice across Whumpee’s pectoral. Whumpee immediately cries out and Whumper claps their palm over their mouth. Whumpee squeezes their eyes closed so tightly they feel like they might seal them shut forever.

“Hey!” Whumper shouts and Whumpee snaps their eyes open. “I said I wanted you to look at me.” They cut another matching slice on the other pectoral while keeping eye contact with Whumpee. “I want to see your eyes as you fall to pieces.”

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From Caretaker:

Their wrists stung sharply in the restraints over their head. They couldn’t feel their arms, but their shoulders were wrenched up so tightly that was enough agony for a lifetime. But the worst was their back, oh god, their back. Whumpee wished that their back was numb like their arms. In fact, if they're wishing for things, they wish they could go back and not ask for the whip instead of the knife. Stupid, so stupid. All they wanted was to not have the knife again. It always hurt so bad, but that was nothing to the whip. They know better now.

Their toe slips off the edge of the stool and they gasp as all their pain roars to life. Their foot scrambles in the air as their other begins to lose traction as well. Panicked, they look down their body to try to see their target, but their vision whites out and they cant see, they cant see--

“Whumpee!” Caretaker’s voice reaches through Whumpee’s fog “Hey, hey, hey, Whumpee, Whumpee, look at me, look at me!” The voice sounds urgent so Whumpee listens and obeys. They spot Caretaker tied to a chair down below them. Caretaker tries to smile when they lock eyes “There you go, just like that, Whumpee. Just keep looking at me. You can get through this, I know you can, just look at me.”

Whumpee didn’t feel so scared anymore, not while gazing into Caretaker’s determined brown eyes. They are safe with them.

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From Whumper (and Caretaker):

This was the end. They were sure of it this time. Whumper had shoved the blade in too deeply this time. They had nicked something vital and now Whumpee was fading away. They already felt cold, they knew it wouldn’t be much longer, then this hell would finally be over. They would be free of Whumper. That sounded nice.

“Couldn’t just be quiet, could you?” Whumper seethes, standing over them. “Couldn’t just be my good little Whumpee like I taught you huh?” They wipe the blood soaked blade across their shirt. “And now look at me,” Whumper sighs “Having to put down my best, right in their prime.” They shake their head “Such a waste, look what you made me do, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s vision swims and their head lolls to the side. They see Caretaker pounding on the thick glass window. Their mouth is open in a soundless scream, or at least soundless to Whumpee, their ears aren't working so well right now. They can’t think of why. Thoughts are hard, maybe they should just sleep. Yeah, sleep sounds nice.

Whumpee drifts off, the last thing they see is Caretaker’s fierce brown eyes and their mouth moving to say silently, Look at me!

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From Rescuer:

Something is on their face. It’s covering their mouth and nose and they, oh no, it’s the muzzle again and they can’t breathe, they’re going to suffocate and there’s no air, they can’t do this again, they can’t--

“Hey there, take it easy,” a voice says nearby and their eyes shift over to find Rescuer. When did their eyes open? Were they open the whole time? Whumpee sees something in their lower peripheral, is it the muzzle? No, can’t be, this thing is plastic? It crosses the bridge of their nose and rests on their cheeks and under their chin. They don’t like it and try to shake it off.

“Ah, don’t do that,” Rescuer tells them, “It’s an oxygen mask, it’s helping you.”

“Nnnn…” Whumpee moans, letting their eyes close, wanting the darkness again.

“C’mon Whumpee, stay with me.” Rescuer taps their cheek until they drag their heavy eyelids open again, distant and unfocused. “That’s it, just look at me. You’re safe now.” They smile down at them when their eyes finally come to rest on Rescuer. “We found you.”

Whumpee opens their mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a harsh cough muffled by the mask over their face. Their eyes roll in their head and they hear Rescuer shouting and they’re being jostled and it hurts. Time to check out now.

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From Caretaker:

Whumpee floats on their cloud, not concerned with anything else but resting. It’s nice here, soft and so much nicer than with Whumper. Whumpee frowns and banishes the thought. They don’t want to think of Whumper now, it’s better this way.

“Whumpee? Can you hear me?” A familiar voice drifts down to them. They frown again, this time in concentration, they know this voice, but who is it? “You’re frowning,” The voice says and Whumpee looks around, not aware that they are being watched, but there is no one in the clouds with them. “I hope you can hear me, because I’ve got some things to tell you.”

“I can hear you,” Whumpee says but they don’t think the voice can hear them because they just continue on.

“I’m so sorry, Whumpee. I-I failed you. I failed you in the worst way possible and this,” They take a big gulp of air “This is all my fault.” The voice sounds sad and Whumpee doesn’t like that. It should sound strong and safe paired with beautiful brown eyes and, oh! Caretaker! That’s Caretaker’s voice!

Caretaker sighs “Please wake up and look at me,” There’s a ghostly caress to their cheek, Caretaker loves to touch them there and Whumpee can’t help but lean into it. “Please, just let me know you’re going to be okay.” Caretaker gets choked up and Whumpee listens to their stifled cries, following the sound through the clouds, up and up until they pop out the other side.

There’s no soft clouds here, but the hospital bed is nice enough. Whumpee takes their time coming back. Their body feels heavy but also loose. There are beeping and quiet whooshing sounds from somewhere. They want to find what is making the sounds so they push their eyes open and blink around hazily. Their throat feels thick and they cough to clear it, quickly realizing they can’t. They’re intubated. A tube is down their throat attached to a machine that is breathing for them.

Suddenly, Caretaker’s face is filling up their vision. “Oh my god, hi Whumpee, hi sweetheart.” Caretaker hastily wipes their eyes with one hand, still cupping Whumpee’s cheek with the other. “You did it, you came back to me.”

Whumpee blinks slowly in response and Caretaker chuckles in relief “Yeah, I know you’re still tired, it’s okay, you can rest all you want now.” Whumpee feels Caretaker brush their lips over Whumpee’s forehead as they fade back into the clouds “I'll be right here when you wake up again.” Whumpee likes the sound of that.

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From Themself:

Recovery is difficult, to say the least. Putting one foot in front of the other is a struggle, literally. Everyday, Whumpee pushes themself to take one step more, just one more. Step by step, they make their way across the room. It was always the hardest part to get moving, but once they started, they could keep going.

Today is a big day. They are going to walk across the entire room without any support from the physical therapist. They are going to walk all the way to Caretaker. Whumpee had kept Caretaker away while they learned to walk again. At the beginning, they had been embarrassed and ashamed at all the times they fell down or even simply tripped. As time went on and Whumpee got better, they changed their tune and kept Caretaker away in order to surprise them with how far they’ve come.

They watched their feet make the first few steps before looking up into Caretaker’s eyes and beaming brightly “Look at me, Caretaker! I’m doing it!”

Caretaker’s eyes grow misty as they watch Whumpee take confident steps all the way over to them. They scoop them up into a big hug when they take the final step, their heart overflowing with pride.

“You did it, Whumpee! I’m so proud of you!” Caretaker exclaims, peppering kisses across Whumpee’s brow and face.

Whumpee giggles and pats Caretaker’s cheek, gazing into their soft brown eyes. “Thank you, Caretaker, I wouldn’t have made it without you.”

“We made it together, Whumpee.” Caretaker replies, hugging them tightly to their chest “Always together.”

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graceslavenderhaze · 3 years

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Send you my love on a wire { Luke Patterson}

This is a two part series!

trigger warnings: insomnia, sleep pills, teenage cursing,

"Are you sure this is really what you want to do? I mean we can host the meetings earlier!" Connor rambled as he held the honorary midnight society speaking torch. It was an early Saturday morning, your dad was at another fishing trip which meant you both had free realm to do whatever as long as your dad didn't find out. You grabbed a mug in the kitchen to make some coffee you barely slept before the incident always juggling school, the midnight society and your band sleep paralysis paradise, now the little melatonin sleep you got was plagued with nightmares.

"It's called the midnight society for a reason, besides you knew eventually this was gonna happen." You said as you grabbed the sugar and creamers. You turned, Connor still at the table his partially eaten pancakes in front of him and the torch in his hand. "Yeah but you started this it feels wrong." He shrugged as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I'm moving up not on. There's a distinctive difference little brother. One that you'll understand when you're older." You said smugly. He rolled his eyes at you, "You're like two years at best, older than me." He said as pulled out his phone.

"Still those two years were the quietest of my life." You said placing your hand on your chest to act as if you were fondly remembering something. He picked up the dish towel that was tossed onto the table and threw it at you. "Speaking about quiet, you know that girl Gabby has been seeing, Flynn?"

You nod as you take a sip of your coffee, the caffeinated drink enveloping your taste buds. "Well her best friend is in this band called Julie and The Phantoms. They were supposed to play at the last dance, before the glow dance."

"Yeah, didn't they not show or something?" You asked not remembering much of the dance being as you were off in an abandoned classroom talking with your bandmates about anything to avoid the high school scene that you hardly fit into.

"Well, they're playing the orpheum tonight to open for panic at the disco and flynn managed to save a certain amount of tickets for your band and the midnight society!" He said as you jaw dropped, the orpheum was the starting point for every band that wanted to be something big. It was your short term goal for long term success since freshman year when your band formed. You couldn't lie when you said you were envious that they'd gotten the gig and your band hadn't.

"Holy shit, how did she do that? I've been trying to score opening for the unknown bands for months and struck out!" You said eyes wide, He shrugged, "I don't know, but she told us to never doubt her power. Whatever that means."

After the show you and your group found yourself at a diner a few blocks down. Buzzing with excitement about the show. Your mind casually floating back to the cute guitar player in blue, whose sleeves were non existent.

"Not to shamelessly self promo, but do you think Julie would want to collab with us or something?" Kora, one of your best friends and bassist of sleep paralysis paradise. For a quick second, Flynns poker face faltered at the question. "I can ask but Julie might be busy, with school and everything." She said trailing off in the last part.

"She also just played the orpheum, she's not gonna wanna slum it." Danny , self proclaimed guitar god, said as he stole a fry off your plate. "Whose the slum? Because last i check, i give it my all." Taylor, your drummer, said as they threw a ice cube at him. You rolled your eyes. While taking another sip of your milkshake. The stretched table sitting the midnight society, your band, flynn and nick.

"Oh really like to see you try the riff of now or never? Objections? Didn't think so." Danny said shrugging playfully. "You know sunset curve?" Flynn asked skeptically, which cause her to receive several stares from the table.

"Duh, my uncle was in the industry or something in the nineties. Found this whole box in his garage this summer when i was cleaning, after his funeral. All cassettes of bands that were playing the strip around that time. His husband and their partner just let me have it." He said as rambled before pointing up at the sky, "Uncle G you're a legend!" Causing several of the other late night diner's to look at your table once again.

Flynn's attention turned from the conversation to her phone and she suddenly needed to be excused. "I'll call you later." She said to Gabby before she disappeared for the night. "That was weird." Connor commented, everyone looking around in agreement.

"Danny probably scared her off." Luke said as he bite into a nacho. "Danny scares me on a good day." Jai said nonchalantly, Danny flipped off Jai.

"She probably forgot about her curfew." Hanna suggested as she threw an ice cube at Jai. "Speaking of curfews, whose riding with who?" You asked as you thanked your waiter for bringing the checks to the table.

"I gotta drop the car off to my mom for the night, so i can't drop anyone off. I'm sorry." Gabby said as you all shrugged it off telling her that it wasn't a big deal.

"I can take anyone who lives around my house and the school." Danny said as he pulled his wallet out. "I'll take anyone who lives around the pier or if you're coming over." You said leaning onto the table. "That leaves anyone who lives by me and like farthest is the park." Kora said shrugging on her jacket.

"Ok, so Danny has Jai and Hanna. Kora has Nick and Taylor. I have Connor and Luke." You recapped as you grabbed the money on the table and brought it hostess at the front of the restaurant, before returning to the table. "Lets rock and roll, homies!"

1 week later,

"Hey!" Julie exclaimed as she sat down at the table you were sitting at with your friends. You all exclaimed various greetings. "You're sleep paralysis paradise, right?" She asked with a smile that you were sure was formed with starlight.

"Yeah but usually people don't refer to us as our band name twenty four seven." you laughed slightly, "I'm Y/n, the singer and keyboardist. This is Kora, our bassist. Danny, "guitar god" as he prefers to be called and Taylor our drummer." You said as your friends threw up various hand signals. Kora a small wave, Danny a peace sign and Taylor a two finger salute.

"I'm Julie and my phantoms are not here at the moment." Your face contorted. "That's not them over there." You said as you pointed to the three in the far corner of the cafeteria.

Julies face faltered, "You can see them?"

#are you afraid of the dark #julie and the phantoms #ayaotd/jatp #connor stevens #luke mccoy #jai malyas #hanna romero #gabby lewis #julie molina #flynn nolastname #nick nolastname #luke patterson imagine #reggie peters #alex mercer #jatp imagine #julie and the phantoms imagine #ayaotd imagine #are you afraid of the dark imagine

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softguerin · 3 years

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Evan Buckley Week 2021 - Day 5: “Just listen to my heartbeat, ok?” + comfort

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After the shooting, Buck has trouble sleeping.

It’s nothing new. Buck has had his lot of nightmares, from being crushed by a ladder truck to being swept away in a tsunami, or dreading having to spend an evening with his parents. He knows what it feels like to jerk awake in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat with a racing heart. It’s happened too many times before. He can usually shake it off and go back to sleep, like a sad routine.

Except , lately he can’t. It feels different this time around. He wakes up and it’s like he can’t breathe and he can’t move, paralyzed in fear in his own bed, the same way he was in the street when he heard the shot fired. He’s laying there, unmoving, as the scene plays out behind his eyes, over and over again. There’s a suffocating pressure on his chest and he thinks he’s about to die when his body suddenly seizes up. Then, like a dam finally breaking, he sits up jerkily against his headboard and pants, trying to catch his breath.

On these nights, he usually doesn’t bother trying to go back to sleep.

He thinks about calling Eddie. The sound of his voice could probably stave off the panic attack he believes he’s having, but Buck doesn’t want to wake him up. It’s bad enough that one member of their team is not getting sleep, he shouldn’t bother the others and disturb their precious sleep schedules as well.

He thinks Eddie would answer though. He’d listen to him, calmly, patient, a steady presence on the other side of the line. He’d stay up as long as Buck needs him because he always has his back. But Buck can’t do this to him, doesn’t want to be a burden – Eddie was the one to get shot after all. He’s probably got issues of his own.

Buck can deal by himself. He just needs some time.

–

“Wow, Buck,” Chimney says as he gets into the station later that same week. “You look like hell.”

He’s right. His skin is pale, even paler in contrast with the dark circles under his eyes. He hasn’t had a good night sleep in days, almost afraid of going to bed now. It’s becoming a problem, even he can admit it.

“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed,” Buck quips back, but he’s too exhausted to even roll his eyes. Chimney seems to notice it too.

“What’s going with you?” he says as he shuts his locker.

Buck sighs. “I can’t sleep.”

“Insomnia?” Hen asks, joining them, a bag slung over her shoulder.

“I wish,” Buck snorts. “No, it’s – um,” he clears his throat, trying to find a way to explain it without sounding too stupid. “I can’t go to sleep. I’m too scared to go to sleep.”

Chimney raises an eyebrow at that as Hen chuckles beside him. “And here we thought you weren’t afraid of anything!”

“What is Buck afraid of?” Eddie asks in lieu of greeting and isn’t that just great. Now Buck looks dumb in front of Eddie. Still, just having the other man nearby is enough to calm him.

“Sleep,” Chimney tells him with a pointed look.

Eddie turns back to Buck then, a frown forming on his face. “Nightmares?” he guesses, lowering his voice. His tone is so sweet yet concerned and all Buck wants to do is fall in his arms and be lulled to sleep by that voice.

“Not exactly.” A beat of silence passes, the eyes of his teammates on him, waiting for him to go on. “I wake up in the middle of the night but I can’t move and I can’t breathe. It’s like I’m–”

“Paralyzed.” Chimney cut him off. All heads suddenly turn to him. “Sleep paralysis,” he adds. “I used to have that as a kid. People who suffer from that usually see some kind of entity in the room with them, adding on to the terror.”

“What kind of sleep paralysis demon do you have, Buckaroo?” Hen asks, and all heads turn back to him.

Eddie, bleeding out, staring blankly at him. Just out of reach.

“No demons for me,” Buck says instead, moving out to head up the stairs to avoid the strange way Eddie looks at him. Like he can see right through him.

“Well, good for you!” Chimney says, clapping him on the back as he goes. Buck loses balance for a second and hopes no one has noticed. “It’s by far, the worst part.”

Each step up the stairs is exhausting, like his boots are made of lead, and he only has one goal in mind: get to the couch and wait to die.

Buck thinks the universe has other ideas though when he sees Eddie catching up to him at the top of the stairs, bumping his shoulder into his. “Hey,” he simply says, a small smile on his face, and it almost feels like a secret between them. “You know you can talk to me about all this, right?”

Buck lets out a breath as he sinks into the couch, Eddie following suit. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I just don’t want to worry you,” he fiddles with his hands. “Or bother you.”

Buck isn’t looking at him but he hears him click his tongue and can easily imagine him shaking his head softly. “You know you wouldn’t bother me,” he says, turning his head towards Buck. “I’ve had trouble sleeping myself, I actually would’ve been happy with the distraction,” he adds, lowering his voice.

Buck turns to look at him then, noticing for the first time how close they’re sitting on the left side of the couch, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee. “I’m sorry,” he tells him. “I didn’t know.”

Eddie smiles at him. “Yeah, well getting shot in broad daylight would do that to a guy. Or to someone witnessing that,” he adds pointedly.

Buck nods, a silent agreement between them. They stay silent for a while, just breathing next to each other, listening to the bustling sounds of the firefighters around them.

“I’m so tired, I could probably fall asleep right here,” Buck says quietly after a while, his eyelids feeling heavier at each passing moment.

“Do it,” Eddie says, slouching further into the couch and tapping his own shoulder. “Probably the best sleep you’re gonna get if you’ve been having episodes of sleep paralysis.” Buck hesitates for a second and Eddie sees it right away. “I’ll watch over you,” he adds, and Buck thinks he might be teasing him but he doesn’t care. He lowers himself onto Eddie’s shoulder and lets out a sigh of relief as he closes his eyes, tension immediately seeping out of him.

“Just listen to my heartbeat, ok?” He hears Eddie say as he feels a small thump against the side of his head. He thinks he hears Eddie say something else but he can’t be sure as he quickly slips into a state of unconsciousness.

And for the first time in days, on the uncomfortable couch of a busy firehouse, he’s finally asleep.

@evanbuckleyweek

#first time writing for buddie! i've become obsessed please help #911 fox #buddie #evanweek2021 #ew2021 #my writing #911 fic #evan buckley

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emiefaunwrites · 3 years

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Hi!! I have returned lmao! Been thinking about Takaaki and Taka’s relationship this time. This ask may not be Ishileon related, but it’s another nightmare comfort related one. Why do I keep thinking about nightmare comfort? Idk lol guess I’m a sucker for comforting words and characters being there for each other when they’re in need. I’m sure Takaaki was always the one to comfort Taka after he’s had a nightmare in the past. But maybe one night when Taka is home from Hope’s Peak for the summer, it’s Taka that does the comforting. Not sure what Takaaki’s nightmare would be though… maybe something similar to Leon’s but a little more frightening/intense? But Taka is there to give him a big ol hug and calm him down! Guess I’m kinda in the mood for a father son bonding moment haha. Sorry if these nightmare comfort related asks are too repetitive lol. If they are getting repetitive, please let me know! If you aren’t a fan of that one, there’s also this;

Taka tending to Takaaki’s injuries or the other way around

Heyyy!

I'm happy to have any ask (so long as I can fit it into my AU!) So ask whatever comes to mind! I'm happy to just get asked things!!

But yep. I think I gots me an idea. And pfft, you underestimate my ability to make ANYTHING have an Ishileon flavour if I wants. Not massively gonna do it here, but Leon will make a (kiiiiiinda) appearance.

Trigger warnings for nightmares, child abuse and murder underneath so please avoid if you need to.

So I hope this is okay! And thank you as always for your ask!

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• As a police officer, Takaaki has seen some terrible things.

• As an Ishimaru, he's forced to see the most gruesome and upsetting cases that no one else will take.

• You name it, Takaaki has probably seen it.

• His colleagues don't care about him and so he's never given any time for counselling after them either.

• And as he's gotten older, when Taka moved away, he started having nightmares.

• Reliving cases in his mind, becoming the victim or the murderer.

• But he's a strong man. A proud man.

• And so he copes with them.

• But there are times when even the strongest need help.

• Taka and Leon are home from University one half term and are spending a few night with Takaaki.

• And it just so happens that Takaaki has just come off a tough child abuse / homicide case.

• It was rough, really really rough. One of the worst this year and hit just a little too close to home for Takaaki's liking.

• But he hasn't seen the boys in a couple of months and so can't let them see that he's bothered.

• They have a nice meal together, a nice catch up then all head to bed.

• As always, Takaaki falls asleep quick - the strain of his job always catching up to him.

• But tonight, there will be another nightmare.

• There's a small boy in the distance with a man beating him, hurling abuse at him.

• Suddenly Takaaki become the man and he's staring down at the broken figure of the boy - no longer breathing.

• He panics and does the only thing he can think to do - put him over his shoulder and run outside.

• In the dead of night, he runs through the streets and to the bridge - dropping the body over the side without a second thought.

• And as time seems to freeze, as he's staring at the falling boy, he recognises him instantly.

• And with the recognition, Taka opens his puffy, bloodshot eyes and screams.

• Takaaki shoots awake, covered in sweat, heart racing, tears in his eyes.

• God damn it. Not another dream where he replaces the children with his son.

• Well, there's no hope in getting back to sleep now so he throws a shirt on and steps outside...

• ...and comes face to face with his son, who's got his fast asleep boyfriend wrapped around him like a koala bear.

• It's an awkward moment - Takaaki hasn't seen Taka awake this late for a long time (especially not carrying another boy like that) and Taka can see the tear stains on his father's cheeks.

• 'Going for some water?'

• 'Y-yeah. That's right.'

• 'Okay. Give me a few minutes. I'll join you.'

Takaaki can only blink as Taka walks past him, heading towards his bedroom and skillfully opening the door without disturbing the sleeping boy in his arms.

• He briefly wonders how often this happens before coming to his senses and heading down to kitchen.

• Taka comes downstairs a few minutes later, smiling awkwardly at his father who's nursing a glass of water at the dining table.

• There's a tense silence as Taka fills the kettle and switches it on - neither man looking at the other until Taka breaks the silence.

• 'Leon has sleep paralysis.'

• Oh.

• Of course Takaaki has heard of this. He needs to know quite a lot as a policeman.

• But he wouldn't have expected someone as young and confident as Leon to suffer...

• 'He has good nights and bad nights, you know? On bad nights, we have to get away from the room, clear his head and get him back to sleep.'

• 'And that happened tonight?'

• 'Mm. Third night in a row.'

• 'I...I'm sorry.'

• Taka just shrugs, throwing him a sad smile as he puts something into his mug.

• 'It's worse for him, you know? He's the one that experiences it. Nothing that I feel will ever compare to his fear. I find the best thing I can do is be there for him, however he may need me. That's what you do with people you love.'

• There's a lump brewing in Takaaki's throat - when did his little boy get to be so grown up?

• Suddenly, there's a mug in front of him and the smell of hot chocolate wafts into Takaaki's face.

• He glances up at his son, who's smiling warmly and sadly down at his father before gently resting his hand on his shoulder.

• 'I'm here.'

• Takaaki bursts into tears - all the stress of work, the gruesome cases, the trauma of Taka's childhood, the loss of his wife.

• All of it finally becoming too much as he sobs into his son's chest.

• And Taka simply holds his father, lets him cry and apologise and talk for as long as he needs.

#kiyotaka ishimaru #takaaki ishimaru #leon kuwata #ishileon #ask request #yaysof11037 #tw: nightmares #tw: child abuse #tw: murder

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I keep rereading your yoongi fic with the subliminals and it’s so good 😭 if you take requests, could u maybe do one with jungkook trying them as a joke and becoming all shocked when he wakes up to being all chubby (and even more shocked that he actually really likes it?). If you don’t, I’m sorry for bothering you!

fic anon is referring to if you wanna read it :)

Hopefully this isn’t too similar to the yoongi one??

Jeongguk has always been one for background noise. Silence is a bit deafening to him, so having something quiet, something subtle, just constantly playing is something he’s always enjoyed having.

He has his favorite list of ASMR channels and lofi playlists on youtube that he tends to rotate through, but frankly it’s starting to get a little too repetitive.

He’s hanging out with Jimin one day, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, just existing in each other’s presence when it’s brought up.

“Jeongguk, have you ever heard of subliminals?” He asks it so suddenly, so unprompted, it takes Jeongguk a bit by surprise.

“What?”

“Subliminals,” Jimin sets down his phone and sits up straight, looking at the younger, “like, those affirmation videos that you’re supposed to listen to while you’re sleeping or doing nothing.”

That really doesn’t clear anything up for Jeongguk, “...what?” He repeats.

Jimin rolls his eyes with a smile, “I think they’re really cool, you might like them.”

“But like...what are they for?”

Then Jimin shifts his way over to Jeongguk, leaning heavily on the younger and pulling out his phone, “literally anything, that’s why they’re so cool,” he unlocks his phone and pulls up youtube, “like I’ve been using this one for healthier hair recently--”

Jeongguk snorts.

“Shut up!” Jimin swats at his chest, “my hair has been absolutely amazing since listening to this, you know how awful it was!”

And Jeongguk does know. Jimin dyes his hair more than anyone ever should, his poor hair was starting to feel like straw. He sighs as he brings his hand up to run it through Jimin’s hair and it is a lot softer than he remembers, but surely it’s just his roots growing in or a new shampoo. But Jimin seems so excited about this and Jeongguk can’t take that away, so...he indulges him.

“Tell me more,” Jeongguk says, and Jimin’s face lights up.

Jimin ends up telling him about so many different types of subliminals, the weird ones, the useful ones, the pointless ones, but all of it goes back to background noise. He says that Jeongguk always needs something to listen to, so why not make it useful? If he has something he wants to change or improve about himself, why not try? Some of the subliminals have quite nice overlays, he notices, as Jimin plays him snippets of the ones in his current rotation.

The concept is still so silly to Jeongguk, but he can’t say no to nice sounds.

That night he’s lying in bed. Conversation with Jimin nearly forgotten until he goes to pull up his sleeping playlist, automatically going to the one he’s been listening to for weeks when he remembers.

Subliminals.

He sighs, closing out of the playlist and opening the search bar, he types ‘subliminal’ just to see what comes up and it’s about what he expects: weight loss, different nose shape, healthier hair, etc, but then he sees one labeled weight gain.

Jeongguk frowns, the title says “Gain weight fast,” who would want to gain weight? He clicks on it out of curiosity, going to read the description and comments. He expects to see people going off in the comments about how stupid this is but he’s only met with countless people saying this subliminal worked scarily fast. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, this is so stupid, he thinks. How could someone “gain 50 pounds overnight”? It’s stupidly unrealistic.

But the video is playing as he’s reading these and frankly, the music they used over the affirmations is so calming and nice, it makes Jeongguk feel warm and fuzzy, makes his eyes heavy with sleep, so he lets it play.

Nothing is gonna happen anyways, Jeongguk thinks, and lets himself drift off to sleep.

Jeongguk thinks he’s in a dream when he wakes up, or maybe not a dream, maybe it’s sleep paralysis because he can’t move.

Or...well...he can...it’s just a lot harder.

But why is it harder? Jeongguk’s always had trouble getting out of bed but it’s always been mentally not...not physically.

There’s a weight on him that has him grunting, it feels like his weighted blanket somehow became so much heavier than it already is. The thing is, is whatever’s on him won’t move, and that...

He lifts up the covers, his arms feel heavy, like they’re moving through glue, and frankly the problem is so obvious.

So why is Jeongguk staring at his newly formed belly in shock.

His mouth is hanging open, he feels his double chin squish down (Jeongguk has never had a double chin) as he pokes at...at the fat.

It’s jiggly, pliant, squishy. Jeongguk’s hand is moving automatically.

His pajama shirt is skin tight, belly poking out of the bottom, the boxers he sleeps in feel like they’re squeezing the life out of him, he feels so restricted and when he finally sits up...

The elastic of the boxers snap.

His belly pools out, so much further than he could have imagined, pushing out so much that it sends his skin tight shirt rolling up his torso like window shades.

“What the fuck,” he mutters.

What is he supposed to do? How did this happen? Is this some kind of joke?

He grabs his phone, unlocks it to see if it somehow has the answers and, well, it does. Because when he opens it, it brings him right to the weight gain subliminal he had listened to last night.

Jeongguk frowns, this is impossible. Subliminals don’t work, they’re so full of shit, what the fuck.

He swallows thickly as he scrolls through the comments with chubbier fingers, once again reading the claims of how well this worked and how powerful it was and how they’re going to use it again to get even fatter. Jeongguk clenches his jaw, as he reads the comments his free hand unconsciously moves to his belly, holding it, feeling the weight of it, feeling the warmth radiating, tracing the stretch marks, cupping his plump chest--

Obviously, he needs to do something about it.

So why does he open the food delivery app immediately instead of trying to figure out what the hell is going on?

He feels way too hot, sweat beading at his forehead, hair sticking, pits wet, as he places an order that’s big enough to feed a whole family.

“Why did I do that?” He mutters to himself, but then his stomach growls and all he can think about is filling up his belly. Jeongguk groans as he looks at the estimated delivery time, it’s fast but Jeongguk wants it now.

It takes some effort to stand, not too much, but with the amount of weight he gained over night it definitely takes some getting used to. Luckily, Jeongguk is strong, he works out every day, he’s so muscular!

So when he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, abs, biceps, everything he’s worked so hard to develop, is gone, he’s not quite sure how to feel.

It should be anger, disappointment, confusion, right?

But instead he leans forward, belly plopping on the counter, looking at his chubby face, he feels...intrigued.

His body feels nice. It feels soft in a way his muscles never allowed.

He thinks...he likes it?

Jeongguk frowns, looking himself in the eyes, looking at how pathetically his shirt fits, at how his boxers are only staying on because even with the elastic busted they’re too tight to go anywhere.

Luckily, Jeongguk has always favored baggy clothes to fitted ones so it’s not hard to find a shirt. But his once baggy shirts are definitely fitted now. He somehow manages to pull on a pair of sweatpants, it takes a lot of tugging but eventually he gets it past his hips, he just can’t fit it over his belly so it hangs out, just barely concealed by his shirt.

Walking around feels like a whole new experience.

He doesn’t necessarily waddle but his thighs rub together in a way they never had before.

He likes it.

But it does get him out of breath quite easily, makes him even sweatier, he has to take a breather and sit down for a moment.

Right when he plops himself down there’s a knock at the door and Jeongguk groans as he hauls himself up. He thinks about just leaving it--but then he remembers it’s his food and suddenly he’s up as fast as he possibly can.

He quickly pays the person and can hardly make it to the table before he’s pulling out the first item. It all smells so good, Jeongguk’s mouth is watering, and that first bite is almost orgasmic.

He moans, shutting his eyes and letting himself just...eat.

Like, he basically blacks out and suddenly every single dish is scrapped clean.

“Holy shit,” Jeongguk mutters, and then he looks down at his belly that is much rounder than before and pokes at it. It’s firm yet still soft.

Yeah...Jeongguk likes it. And he likes it even more when he presses it, burps coming up, clearing some space and then growling as if he hadn’t just eaten the amount of food he’d usualy eat within a week.

It feels so good, he doesn’t know how to describe it, but part of him wants more.

Part of him wants...to be fatter.

He wonders if the subliminal will work again, if it’s a one and done thing.

Jimin said he can listen to them while he’s doing nothing, doing something mindless, sleeping, and, well, that’s exactly what Jeongguk does.

He puts his earbuds in and clicks the video once more, letting it play as he shifts through his snack cabinet, through his fridge, through his entire kitchen. Everything looks so good, he wants to eat it all.

So that’s exactly what he sets out to do.

One by one everything in Jeongguk’s kitchen disappears and when he’s finished, groaning, sitting on the couch, pinned by his own fat. By the end of it he can’t help but fall asleep, stomach happy and full, he has a smile on his face as he drifts off.

And when he wakes up, it’s because the couch is collapsing underneath him.

#i did it!!#i'm sorry im incapable of writing subtle weight gain i really said they're absolutely massive no exceptions u_u #or at least they have to end up that way #f1c #chubb y j3ongguk #bt5 f33derism #long post

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I don't know if this will go through cause my asks to every author on here never seems to get mine but, can I get a "for once, I need you" with sysba? 🥺 I love him

You’re hearing a scream right now.

It’s a sound that causes you to bolt upright in your bed, your mind still hazy with the sleep you were just forced out of. Your eyes strain to see in the darkness of your room, mapping each and every corner, before you turn your gaze to your window, which allows the hazy glow of the street lights to illuminate your form. There’s a gentle patter of rain hitting against the glass, indicating that yet another storm is approaching tonight. You shift the covers off of yourself and, with an air of caution, step towards the window before slowly pulling open the blinds to peer out onto the street below.

Once, when you were younger, your family took a brief vacation to Vancouver over the summer. On a whim, you decided to take a night to try camping in the outdoors, something that no one in your family had experience with. You remember standing in the heavily wooded area, the trees looming over your small form as the sun began to gradually set. They seemed to grow in the shadows, those trees, as if making room for whatever resided within them.

It was that night, out there in the deep woods, where you first heard an elk's bugle. The low yet pitched howl is still seared into your mind. You had clung to your parents and cried, convinced that some creature was in the woods watching you, until dawn had broken and your family swiftly departed.

That was years ago.

Yet here it is again, that same human-like howl. You hover by the window for a moment, torn between preservation and curiosity. The latter, par usual, wins out and you swiftly close your blinds. It takes you a few minutes to grab a raincoat and a flashlight, and even less so to step out of your front door. You tug up your hood as you stand in the rain. The sound continues to echo out from somewhere behind your home. Strangely enough, your neighbours windows remain dark, despite the ever-increasing volume of the screams.You click on your flashlight and circle around the back, doing your best to ignore the thrill of terror that shoots up your spine as you approach the darkness.

You hate that this hideout is by Islingcier. It’s like suddenly you’re a child again, standing in that forest with the trees suffocating you. You kick aside a few twigs as you move deeper into the woods, directing the flashlight beam as you go. You suppose that you won’t be winning any awards for best sense of self-preservation any time soon; no normal person would hunt after whatever god-awful creature is creating these noises.

Then again, since when is anyone in Attollo normal?

Your flashlight beam continues to dart around as you walk, illuminating the dense forest around you. You see brown, green, black, brown, red—

Wait.

You stop suddenly, the beam narrowing in on a singular anomaly in the brush's midst. You’re hesitant to approach it, wavering once again between preservation and curiosity, until that noise echoes out again. That horrible, inhumane noise that you’ve been tracking for a few moments is coming from the very thing huddled in front of you. Your breath picks up as you feel your body lock in place; there’s a gagging sound, followed by several very human gasps. The noise breaks you out of your paralysis and, with a shaky breath, you take a few steps forward.

A twig breaks under your foot. Their head snaps towards you.

Black.

All you can see is black, dripping from their lips and their nose like they’re experiencing some horrible hemorrhage. Their body tenses and their lips pull back upon seeing you. Even their eyes—eyes that you recognize—are completely dark.

“Jesus christ,” you gasp, drinking in their full appearance. They continue to watch you like some cornered animal, and each choking noise they make causes droplets of that black to hit the leaves around them. The flashlight shakes in your hand, causing the light to bounce around their face. “Sysba—”

Sysba doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, that horrible noise escapes from them again, followed by a low growling from the back of their throat. You stand there, one foot forward, eyes wide as the rain falls upon you both. You can’t see if they’re huddled over anything. You don’t want to see if they’re huddled over anything.

“What...” you murmur, “...god, are you okay? Is there something I can do?”

Approaching cautiously, you’re relieved to see that Sysba merely watches you with that wide, black stare, rather than shying away like before. After a few seconds you’re within arms reach of them. Another choking sound leaves their mouth and you feel a few droplets hit your hand.

“What do you need?” You ask, lowering the flashlight so as to not blind them. Their eyes glimmer in the darkness as they observe you. Then, you watch as their lips begin to pull upwards into a grin.

You feel your blood turn to ice.

“For once,” their voice is garbled, as if many voices are speaking at once, and it's in this very second that you realize just how naive you are.

“I need you.”

#horror tw #char:sysba #thank you!!#Anonymous #2h32 is a v inspiring channel for this

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f0rever15elf · 3 years

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How do you see the guys dealing with an s/o that has nightmares and bouts of sleep paralysis? I don’t have them as frequently as I used to but I know they’re coming after a couple of nights of sleeping poorly. I had a friend joke that no one would want to share a bed with me if they had to deal with that. It really hurt my feelings. It’s not something I can control but I can try to minimize their occurrence, TY!

Oh sweetie, I’ve had issues with sleep paralysis and I know that personally, there’s nothing I would have wanted more than having someone there with me to help calm me out of that state. We can’t control it, I completely understand.

Sleep Paralysis: Typically occurring just before falling asleep or just before waking up. The mind is aware of it’s surroundings while the body is unable to move or speak. Symptoms include a feeling of dread, a heavy weight on your chest, auditory and visual hallucinations. Episodes can last anywhere from 20 seconds to several minutes.

Head Canon Masterlist

When You Suffer from Sleep Paralysis.

Whiskey: If you don’t tell him about it at first, then the first time it happens scares him because he isn’t sure how to help you. He’s no stranger to horrifying dreams after the death of his wife, so when he hears your strangled sounding whimpering from your paralyzed state, he tries to ask you what’s wrong. when you don’t move or respond, he gets anxious and tries to shake you (carefully) our of whatever state your in. If you tell him before hand, the first words out of his mouth are “if it happens, what do I need to do to help you.” He’ll hang on your every word of how to help you. He’ll also ask if there’s a way to help prevent them. When you tell him that you need to stay well rested, he’ll do whatever he can to help you get that; be it helping you keep your schedule or helping you relax before bed so you sleep better, Jack will work you through it all. He may even swing by and ask Ginger if she knows any way to keep things like that at bay, medically speaking.

Javi: He doesn’t usually sleep well, the horrors of work following him home in his dreams almost every night, and there are times where he’s woken up with that weight on his chest and unable to move as his eyes play tricks on him with the shadows. If you tell him you suffer from them, he tells you what helps him to keep them away, hoping it may help you, and then ask you what helps you. he wants you to walk you through your nightmares so he can help to keep triggers away. If you don’t tell him you suffer from them, the first night it happens it clicks almost immediately and he’s rolling you over into his arms, speaking to you in a soft voice as he slowly rouses your body from sleep, hiding your eyes from the room to keep you from seeing anything. Every night the paralysis happens, this is what he does. He’s going to keep you safe.

Frankie: Frankie has PTSD induced nightmares, but nothing that kicks him into sleep paralysis. He’s pretty freaked the first time it happens to you, whether or not you tell him, but that’s just because he doesn’t know what it looks like or what’s happening to you. He’s worried you’re having a stroke or something. He’ll try to get your attention, cupping and tapping your face gently to try and rouse you enough to speak. When your body finally catches up with your mind and you can tell him what happened, he’s SO relieved that he just sits there and holds you in silence for a very long time. The only thing that breaks the silence is his question “what can I do to help next time?” He doesn’t like that he panicked, field training taught him to keep a level head, to solve the problem, and he wants to use that to help you however he can.

Ezra: Ezra doesn’t really sleep enough to have these issues, especially not when he’s on the green. His sleeping is always light to the point where very soft sounds rouse him. If you don’t tell him at first that you suffer from this, the first time it happens and he hears you whimpering, he rolls over and asks you what’s wrong. When you don’t reply, he gets nervous and rolls you to him and when he sees you looking scared, he gets even more worried. When your body finally lets you finish waking up to the point where you can talk, he’s playing 20 questions. What was that? Are you ok? What causes it? How can I help prevent it? What do I do if it happens again? He knows waking people up from night terrors can be dangerous, so he wants to make sure he takes care of you properly. After all, you’re his stardust.

Oberyn: He’s use to easing people from nightmares. His daughters suffered from them and he would always be there to soothe them when they cried out in the night. In many ways, he treats you the way he did them, holding you until you relax and calm down as he coos soft praises and sweet things too you, letting you know he’s still there to keep you safe. When you tell him that days of poor sleep or little rest help to trigger them, he does subtle things to change your schedule. More walks, especially in the evening; relaxing baths before bed with oils and perfumes the please the senses and relax the body; massages from his strong hands; and other...more intimate things to help prepare you for a wonderful sleep. He also lets you sleep as long as you need, knowing it will help you. Nightmares and sleep paralysis don’t bother him at all.

Din: So it’s called sleep paralysis? He’s suffered from it a few times, but never knew what it was called. If you mention it in passing, he starts looking things up on his datapad, wanting to know how to help you with this, maybe some tips and tricks you hadn’t thought of or had the chance to try. The first time it happens, he’s startled away by your whimpering; he’s a light sleeper like Ezra. He calls out to you in the dark of the sleeping quarters, reaching to pull you against him when you don’t reply. He talks to you, keeping it so you don’t hear any of the noises of the ship to add to any hallucinations you might have. He knows life on the Crest isn’t the most conducive to a regular sleep schedule, so he does what he can to make it more comfortable for you to rest better, to keep the episodes farther apart.

Pero: He doesn’t quite get it at first, and the thought probably flashes through his head once or twice that maaaaayyyybbbeeee you were hexed by a witch or plagued by a demon or something, but when you promise him they’re just bad dreams, he nods and believes you. At night, when you whimper, he pulls you against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world, soothing you. He doesn’t mind at all, this man has seen so many terrible things, his partner having bad dreams doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of things he won’t deal with. He never makes you feel ashamed of what happens, but he does ask you if he can do anything to help. When you tell him that sleeping more regularly or getting better sleep seems to help, he tries to help keep you to a schedule, urging you both to bed at a reasonable time before helping you to unwind and relax in bed.

Max: If you tell him sometimes you hallucinate monsters in the shadows he arches an eyebrow and makes some sassy comment about “babe you’re with a literal vampire.” He backs off when you give him the look that says “i’ll open the curtains on you, don’t try me.” He doesn’t really sleep, so at night when it happens he’s well aware, hearing your heartbeat pickup and smelling your adrenaline. He’ll pull you to him, turning you against his chest so you can’t see the shadow monsters as he rubs his hands up and down your back to help try and wake up your body. he’ll also toss out that hey, he could always turn you. No nightmares and no joint pain. It’s a win-win!

Maxwell: Maxwell doesn’t like excessive touching most of the time, except when it comes to you. He wants to take care of you, he does. When you tell him about it, he offers to send you to a have a sleep study done to see if maybe there was an issue with how you were sleeping that causes it. If you turn that down, he’ll continue to offer to take you places or buy you things to help. You’ll need to talk over him, cut him off to get his attention to tell him what it is that you need or want from him. If that’s him holding you when you have the nightmares, he’ll do it. If it’s making sure you’re allowed to sleep for a certain amount of time, he’ll see it done. Suddenly, you find yourself taking many more relaxing baths before bed, and the amount of scented soaps and bath oils in the bathroom triple when you tell him you just need to relax before bed so you can sleep better. Spare no expense for you.

Marcus: Marcus is familiar with it, in terms of knowing what sleep paralysis is, but he’s never experienced it himself. The first time it happens and he hears you whimper, he’s really groggy, trying to shake you awake against his better judgement. When he realizes what’s happening, he tries to curl you to him to soothe you. In the morning, he’ll sit down and have a heart to heart with you about what he can do to better help you when that happens, and how he can help keep you from having those episodes to begin with, because he knows it’s scary and he doesn’t want you to have to suffer through them like that. He’ll ask if you think you need to see a doctor, but he won’t push it, taking your answers at face value. Concern and care are the only emotions on his face during this. He’d never judge you for something you couldn’t control.

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