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mothgodofchaos · 6 months

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Quiet

So you may or may not be an attempted hit by the most prolific hitman in the area...

Murdoch X GN!Reader, TW: blade, implied death, home invasion? Words: 927

You’re sitting at your desk, standing up as you move to exit your office. You straighten out your jacket, combing your fingers through your hair as the door closes behind you. The hallway is silent, pictures of your family and certificates you’ve earned over the years hanging on the walls, a soft shag rug underfoot.

The living room is quiet, long heavy curtains covering the tall windows, lamps on their way to dim and fizzle out, small crackles of a dying fire. You kneel down, grabbing a poker from beside the fireplace, stoking the coals to try and reignite it. You hear what sounds like rustling behind you, and you turn around, holding the hot poker to defend yourself. “Is someone there??” There’s a silence that proceeds your call, and after a few moments of uneasiness, you go back to the fire. You throw a few logs onto the fire, standing back as it gets hotter, consuming the wood to turn it into coals as well. You throw your suit coat onto one of the couches, loosening your tie and tossing it on top of your coat.

“It’s probably nothing, right? And here I am, perfectly sane, talking to myself…”

The living room is quiet, once again. Your footsteps quiet as you discard your dress shoes, socks softly pattering against the wood floor. You move to a little cabinet to make yourself a drink, fixing your hair in the mirror as you wait for the kettle to boil. You swear you can make out the curtain moving behind you, despite not remembering opening the window yourself. You grab one of the hefty glass bottles, walking slowly towards the offending curtain. You try to not make a sound walking across the floor, tearing the curtain away to reveal: a vent underneath that was most likely pushing air to move it.

“Oh… well I guess I’m just a bit jumpy…”

You move the curtain back, focusing on the crackling fireplace as the kettle clicks, the sound of the water boiling mixing beautifully with the flames’ dance. The bottle returns to its place as you make your drink, occasionally looking up into the mirror to fix your hair that keeps moving in front of your face. “Goddamn hair, stay.”

You tuck it behind your ear once again as you stir your drink, looking up again as you see a figure behind you, a gloved hand covering your mouth before you can scream. In the dim light, you can’t make out his eyes behind his shades, but the wide grin on his face tells you all you need to know about his intentions.

“Now now… we can’t have any unwanted visitors during our time together, can we~? I need privacy to work, little fawn…”

Your eyes widen as he pulls out a knife, looking over his features in the event you make it out of this alive, you could get a decent police sketch out of it. He twirls the knife between his fingers, his hair tied into a half up, half down hairstyle. A maroon turtleneck is complimented by a black suit coat, a golden pin sitting over his left pec. Leather gloves cover the rest of what can be seen, his thumb blocking your airways, filling your nose with the scent of leather and blood.

“Shhh… the less you fight, the easier this is for both of us…” There’s very little you can do to fight, almost falling forward onto the cabinet before he catches you, making you lean against him as he tilts your chin up, grazing the blade against your skin. Your mind is swimming, the only thoughts being all your regrets, as tears pinprick in your eyes.

But then it all stops, suddenly you can breathe again as he removes his hand. You hold still, despite wanting to run, all due to the blade remaining at your throat.

“Such a shame to see such a pretty thing erased from the face of the world, one that hasn’t been properly cherished…”

His hand returns to your chin, gently grazing along your jaw. The knife lowers, sheathed back in.

“But perhaps if you were to just go missing… I still get paid, and you can be treated like the darling fawn you are… How does that sound~?”

You just look at him, astonished he could be flirting with you in this sort of scenario.

“Someone wa-ants me dead??”

“Yes, and paid quite the hefty sum to make sure it follows through. And as much as I enjoy money, I simply can’t let something this easy on the eyes to go to waste…~”

It takes a lot of wide eyed pondering, thinking about how much you’re abandoning, but you’re abandoning it all either way. But one is significantly more appealing than the other. You turn around, seeing him loom over you as you’re cornered against the cabinet.

“...and you won’t kill me if I go with you…?”

“Absolutely not, killer’s oath, sweetheart~”

He draws a heart and crosses with his knife in the air over his own heart, that same grin he had when this whole interaction started now returning. He stands up, now seeing him at his full height. A golden medallion reflecting what little light is in the room, but you make out a few of the antler-like details.

“...fine. Not like I have much of a choice anyways…”

“I knew you would come around~”

You squeak as he grabs your hand, walking you out of your building and into the night, never to be seen again.

#murdoch #murdoch markiplier #murdock markiplier #murderiplier #murdoch x reader #murdock x reader #in space with markiplier #iswm #markiplier egos #TW: knife #TW: implied death #TW: home invasion #stabbington #chaoswrites

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dipplinduo · 9 days

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So, I'll admit that I've been really behind on your Sweet & Sour Dipplin fic (I stopped at Chapter 5). But I managed to binge read all the way to the current chapter in 2-3 hours and some eye pain and I gotta say I was floored by all the events that happened since then. It was like getting hit by a massive whirlwind of plot and emotions that I certainly enjoyed! But one of the biggest questions I've got to ask is this:

"Will Juliana ever learn to lock her door when at least 3 people told her to upfront lol?"

TW: mentions of home invasion/attempted robbery, TW is italicized if you want to skip over the mentions

Oh my god I love the fact you legit got that into it??? But also pls take care of yourself!!! And xDD I'm glad it's enjoyable

Okay so the backstory on the door locking:

A reader pointed it out in a comment once that Juliana's door seemed to be unlocked, and I laughed because it was 100% me unconsciously not accounting for it as someone who's been too trusting with unlocked doors myself LOL. I have the funniest story about how I learned my lesson in a "this is messed up, but since everything turned out okay it's lowkey a dark humor story" kind of way.

The long story short is it involves me inadvertently experiencing home invasion/attempted robbery when living with friends in what was a very safe building around like 3AM a few years ago. We and many others had the habits of keeping our doors unlocked. I inadvertently scared the intruders away the night they snuck in and actually entered my room when I happened to be sitting up in bed (they assumed I was asleep). I was tired, blind, and sassy and I assumed the silhouettes in the dark was one of my suitemates being clingy because they were particularly attached to my hip that day, and I just let out an exasperated "Yeah??" before they bolted. Imagine my horror when I put two and two together and realized that I just casually talked to intruders so nonchalantly. The cop that interviewed me was like "BRO"💀

(Real talk: I & my suitemates got very lucky, and although this is a MUCH longer story, everyone remained safe, nothing of ours stolen, what WAS stolen in other suites was recovered, and the cops caught 'em. If you're ever in a situation like this, stay safe & call 911 once you realize what's happening!! They can track your location even if you're unable to talk.)

So yeah! Lock your doors. Always. :D

I'm obviously not gonna have what happened to me happen to Juliana, though. I may make something much more story appropriate happen with it instead, if anything! But this ask has me thinking of a few possibilities now.

#I know I don't really do personal anecdotes but hopefully that one was okay to share since I censored most of the details?#if not lmk #I'll delete it <3 #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran #tw #tw: home invasion #tw: attempted robbery

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mylifeiscomics · 2 years

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If Nappa Lived. (Pt. 216)

Sorry I kind of went MIA for a bit there... this pregnancy is exhausting and I got a bit behind. Thanks for your patience!!

I post this series weekdays. You can read all the previous parts on my website, here.

Check out previews & WIPs on my Ko-fi page

#If Nappa Lived #Bulma #Vegeta #Vegebul #Nappa #dragon ball z #7 year gap #tw: home invasion

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thefallenangelsgang · 29 days

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PTSD nightmares are... a nightmare (ba dum tssss) (I'm coping with comedy)

(gen Trigger Warning, I don't get into my trauma but I bitch about how my brain processes it)

I hate the nonsensical nature of them, I hate that they package my trauma in an abstract form (no no no you don't get to recollect the things that traumatized you, you get to experience the fear and anxiety in new fun ways!), and I hate that they always wake me up at inconvenient times. It's 4 am, my heart is racing, and I'm triggered. I just want to go to bed.

One of the worst parts but also my saving grace (real double edged sword here jfc) is that I almost exclusively lucid dream. Over the years its gotten less pronounced, I used to manually control my dreams a LOT as a kid, but I still can if I need to. Nowadays I'm more likely to let a narrative play out. It is important though that I am choosing not to interact with the dream. I retain some sense of control which makes it fun when the logic breaks and my brain goes "excuse me!" and fixes it in real time but very much NOT FUN when I'm experiencing horrors and I am in control of myself (or whatever character I am playing) (one fun time I was Ryan Reynolds but that's a story about my not normal arachnophobia and the inherent strangeness of a overcast suburban neighborhood)

It seems though my brain has adapted over the years. It sounds ridiculous but the dreams have gotten narratively more- not logical but reasonable. I could read a short story about my dreams and understand the plot and setting even if its a story about a residential development (that kinda looks like my grandmother's neighborhood) surrounded by impossibly high, sheer concrete walls. And we aren't talking like hehe 8ft walls you see in idk a prison. We're talking hundreds of feet tall and wide. I could read that and get real stupid and salivate over themes and shit. Cause yeah, the theme is feeling TRAPPED and that there is no ESCAPE and my brain is using chemical warfare in the literal sense TO HURT ME

Lucid dreaming also makes the nightmares worse because I can dissect that shit in real time. I can go "mmmm this is giving me anxiety and I think I know why (:" while I can feel my heart racing out of my chest.

The one saving grace is that I can force myself awake if need be and usually my brain will automatically do it if shit's getting wild (ie I am in danger of crying in the middle of the night like I'm 6 again) but then I end up sitting in the dark (cause my pupils are dilated to hell from fear(dark flavored) so I can't turn on my lights) at 4 am, triggered and only getting more triggered by sitting in the dark alone with my thoughts.

So let's go to Tumblr and rant about trauma until the images of those fucking Clowns(?) gets out of my brain. (I don't have clown trauma? I've never had clown trauma? I also don't have home invasion trauma but that was more a metaphor for loss of control. Still confused why clowns were involved. Also confused why my brain chose to make the setting SciFi dystopia but here we are)

(also these weren't like neon stupid wig and lots of face paint clowns. These were like mime/street performer esque clowns, far more understated. Normal people doing clown shit (had a great shot of one doing a card trick outside a window that I should kick over to my film friends) with a lil classic clown make up. YOU KNOW THAT ROBIN WILLIAMS PHOTO OF HIM AS A STREET MIME, FUCKING THAT)

(I REALLY JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP)

#Fucking trauma #tw: clowns #tw: mimes #in case those freak you more #tw: ptsd #tw: nightmares #tw: home invasion #tw: lucid dreaming #I know that can trigger people who struggle with unreality stuff #ugggghhhhhh I want to go back to sleep #I also want to make a masterlist of my most horrifying and narratively interesting nightmares #cause there are some real gems in there #but that's enough wrestling with it in the dark #processing that can wait until its bright out

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raineandsky · 3 months

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#88

tw: home invasion, knife/stabbing

The superhero doesn’t get much warning that someone’s in their house. They glance into their bedroom, into the mirror propped up at the opposite end, and make eye contact with someone hiding in the shadows on the other side of the doorframe.

There’s a half-second where they both seem a little startled to see each other. Then the intruder leaps out of their hiding spot and makes a haphazard strike, their blown cover making their attack a blatant scramble.

The superhero steps back, just. A blade swings into the space they leave. They feel the waft of cold air breeze over their face, the quiet phew as it cuts the air in front of them.

“Fuck,” escapes the intruder’s lips in a breath, and the superhero has half the mind to glance at who on earth has the gall to break into their house.

A villain. No surprise there, really.

The villain makes another attempt at a stab, which the superhero deftly avoids. Thieving, maybe? The superhero ducks under a second swing, the blade sweeping over their head. But the villain wasn’t looking for anything. They were hiding. They were trying to catch the superhero unawares.

Fucking assassin.

The villain leaps for them again, finally finding their rhythm again after the surprise. The superhero dodges their blade and shoves them back. Their back bumps against the wall with a dull thump.

“Who sent you?” the superhero snaps. The villain replies with an animalistic snarl and another swipe of their knife. The superhero’s too close—the edge of the blade tears a deep crimson streak across their chest.

“None of your fuckin’ business,” the villain retorts coldly. “All you need to know is that I’m here to make sure you get what you deserve.”

Their chest burns. Their breathing is uneven. Shit. “Come on, [Villain],” the superhero says with forced nonchalance. “Humour a guy here. Who was it?”

“No one sent me,” the villain spits. “Your death is for my own gain.”

The villain leaps. The superhero’s mind is distant, thinking about the heat in their chest, and they notice entirely too late. The villain shoves them into the wall this time, the force of it bringing a bright flash of pain with it.

The superhero throws a punch. The villain sweeps out of the way like this is easy. “Your retirement will bring more joy than you could ever know,” the villain teases, already closing the space between them again. “To us, and to your own.”

Bullshit. The superhero heaves a breath that aches in their lungs. They throw a foot out in a vain kick that the villain barely even has to avoid. “You have brought that agency to its knees. The heroes won’t miss you.” A smile splits on their face, unnerving and cold in the low light. “[Hero] won’t miss you.”

The hero? The gash on the superhero’s chest is dribbling. Every breath is like lava is being poured into a crack in their heart. That doesn’t make sense. The hero loves them—everyone loves them, everyone, they do, they have to—

“Me and your little dog have gotten quite friendly recently,” the villain continues into the silence. “They tell me you’re quite the fuckin’ shitbag, [Supervillain].”

The hero. They wouldn’t. The hero, they– they love them. They wouldn’t.

“Liar,” the superhero spits like a curse.

“Yeah?” The villain brushes the knife against the superhero’s throat; a promise, a warning. “They didn’t send me, if that’s your concern. No, they asked me not to bother. I was sent by nothing but the love I feel for the person you’re destroying.”

Did the superhero not turn the heating on on their way in? It’s so cold. A hand sits numbly at their chest. One thought keeps sinking in their mind like tar —no, no, the hero loves them, of course they do, of course, they have to.

A whir of sirens pierces through the superhero like an arrow to the head. They grimace, and the villain turns to glance out the window at blurry reds and blues.

“Shit,” they say shortly. “Shit, you fucker.” They jab their blade disturbingly close to the superhero’s face. “If you survive tonight, consider me a recurring problem. I will stab you as many times as it takes to watch your hold on [Hero] loosen.”

The superhero’s emergency call is in their hand. Did they get that out? Huh. Those sirens must be the police, then.

“I have a lot more people on my side,” the superhero rasps, but when they have the mind to look up, the villain’s already gone.

Their chest is white-hot by now. They have to sit down. Each breath is scorching, short with pain. Agony has crept into their muscles; everything aches with exhaustion.

Well, a promise for a promise. If the superhero survives this, both the hero and the villain are fucking dead.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #tw home invasion #tw knife #tw stabbing #friends i am going to die #i have to go to a works conference. on the WEEKEND #and ive been in a lil slump after the filming last week so its been nice gettin into the groove again a lil #shame its getting immediately obliterated again by work. rip #id live in a shack in the woods with nothing but a typewriter and this tumblr account if i could

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one-piece-aus · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 5

Sabo x Reader

TW: Home invasion

[y/c] = your city

"Weakness." You punched Sabo into the lava and watched him burn to death.

"[Y/n] I was in the middle of collecting quartz," Sabo whined and respawned back at his base.

"Karma's a bitch," you laughed.

You were playing Minecraft with your online friend Sabo, who you've been playing online games with for the past 10 years. Started ever since you got Minecraft as a kid and played on servers, after playing a few mini-games you friended him, and eventually, you exchanged Discord users (when it became a thing). Yeah, yeah, the internet is a dangerous place, blah blah blah, Sabo was cool though, you trusted him, you've already done video calls with him, and honestly he's been there for you more than anyone else.

There were countless late nights where you two stayed up, gaming while discussing some deep topics. Sometimes they were philosophical nonsense, other times they were about struggles going on in life, you both cried over call during those kinds of nights. Safe to say you and Sabo's friendship was real, you just wished he lived near you so he could visit-

"Oh now I'm not going to share the surprise I was going to tell you," Sabo said when he teleported back to the nether.

"Surprise? What surprise?" You crouched your Minecraft character in front of him.

"Nooooo, I'm not going to say." Sabo walked around you and begun mining quartz once again.

"Come onnnnn, Sabo."

"Surprises are for nice spouses."

Ah, that's right, I forgot to mention your married Sabo in Minecraft, for "XP benefits" of course.

"I'll give you golden apples."

"Mhmmmmm."

"And... a three stacks of cookies."

"Well why didn't you just say so!" Sabo spun around and picked up the items you dropped for him before going on his merry way.

"Okay, now tell me," you said following after him.

"So you remember how I said my brothers and I planning to go on a trip over Christmas?" Sabo asked as he started to build a bridge over lava.

"Yeah, kinda sucks since that means you won't be able to play online," you grumble as you slowly crept behind him as he placed blocks. Playing with Sabo was all you looked forward to these days so him reminding you that you wouldn't be able to play with him during that time, you felt your mood deflate.

"Well guess where we're going."

"Uhhhh Tim Buck Two."

"No, we're going to [y/c]."

"Really!?" Your demeanour spun a 180, your excitement pulled a shiny smile across your face.

"I knew you'd be happy but I didn't think you'd get the same energy when you see your favourite blorbos on screen," Sabo laughed as the two of you were now bridging over a group of piglins on the ground.

"Because you are one of my little blorbo husbandos," you cooed knowing it'd fluster him.

"...I'd like to see you say that to me in person."

"You say that like I won't."

"[Y/n], you can barely ask an employee for help at the grocery store."

"Shush." You hit Sabo off the bridge and watched him fall to his doom, or so you thought. He placed a water block on the ground, in the nether. "Are you using your hacks again!?"

"You better move before I get back up and knock you off," Sabo warned.

"You won't dare."

"Or I would-" Sabo cut himself off when he heard something loud thud over on your end. "What was that?"

"Hm?" You were playing music in the background, talking to Sabo, and listening to Minecraft sounds with your noise-cancelling headphones so you didn't hear it.

"Something heavy fell over on your end."

"You're not messing with me are you?"

"Ace does that trick, not me."

"I wouldn't put it past you to use one of your brother's tricks."

"Okay, I'll stop building up-" Sabo ceased stacking blocks and looked up at your character. "You pause your game and check what fell over."

"Fine." You pause your game and start to take your headphones off.

"Wait!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Turn your camera on."

"Why?"

"It's... I just got a bad feeling."

"Okay..." You shrugged off Sabo's uneasiness and turned on your camera before taking off your headphones and started looking around your room to see what fell.

"Must've fell outside," you muttered heading toward your bedroom door and opening it.

Sabo couldn't see what was outside your door, whatever stood out there made you slam your shut and scramble to push your dresser in front of the door. Goosebumps crawled over his skin as realization hit him that shit is hitting the fan. He fumbled on his end to grab his phone and rapidly tapped buttons.

"Sabo..." You were now back in front of the computer, the dresser completely blocking the door. "Call the cops."

"Way ahead of you," Sabo said as the phone began ringing. "What's going on?"

"There's...there's a guy in...in my house." You could hardly pull your words together since your brain is currently spinning around to find the way for you to survive. "He...he's throwing things around... I think...I think he saw me." You started typing your address to Sabo so he could tell the cops where to go, you sent it before but it'd take too long for him to scroll up to find it.

Sabo muted himself, probably so he wouldn't be heard talking to the cops. You backed away from the computer again, this time grabbing your bookshelf full of manga and pushing it in front of your door. Once that also blocked the door, you glanced around for more things to push in front of the door but the only heavy stuff left was your bed and desk which could be hiding places that the intruder could look around, and any few seconds he wasn't finding you was a second more of survival.

You picked up your headset and put it back on, Sabo was still muted. You clicked on the Minecraft tab so it'd cover your screen and he- if the invader came into your room- wouldn't know your camera was on with a witness. You took your phone just in case, making sure it was on silent and hid in the closet, making sure no sound came when you closed the door. You climbed into your laundry basket, burying yourself under your dirty clothes, for once grateful you forgot to do laundry.

"Okay, the cops are on their way- [Y/N]?? Where are you [Y/n]???" Sabo felt his heart drop.

"i'm in the closet," you whispered.

"Why didn't you climb out your window?"

"don't you remember that i told you the lock is broken? i live on the 10th, that's suicide," you whisper-shouted.

"Just stay on call, okay, police will be there soon."

"...okay."

Your meek voice squeezed Sabo's heart, his wish he was there to deal with the guy himself, or at this to be there to reassure you everything is going to be okay. Alas, all he could do was sit there on the other end of the screen, helpless as you both listened to something banging on your door.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

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getoswhore · 2 years

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Thirst prompt You a non-sorcerer have the audacity to break-up with your obsessive boyfriend Geto over text, and think you’re safe. Until he bursts through the door telling you to strip and spread you legs as he overstims you… break-up failed

𖦹 — featuring . . . getō x f! reader

# % !! warnings . . . pwp + dark content, heavy dub con, home invasion, obsessive love, he calls reader “thing”, getō has a god complex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, manipulation, degrading, he's meaaan :(((

suguru : open the door, y/n. i’m outside ❤️

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you faintly remember how you rushed to peek through the door with peeled back and wide, almost crazed eyes...

remembering how you felt the door thrust against you in quick speed; the heel of his foot kicking in hard at the flimsy wood...

but you barely remember how he was so quick to hold you down with rushed and swift moments...

“do you think, someone — something like you has the right to make decisions like that?” his cock jabs in deep, angling himself between your legs with hands gripping at yours in burning heat; skin to skin pulling and twisting — feeling the burn rush at your skin,

“something like you, below me — pathetic to the human race thinks they can just tell me what to do?” getō almost raises a cruel hand to knock those pretty tears swelling down your ridden cheeks, but the glistening shine looks rather adorable on you...

“pitty...” his thrusts are cruel, keeping a steady and sharp rhythm against your hips; feeling the tingle against your skin start to burn at the harsh contact.

“you can't just have a say and think it's final, little one. especially with so much attitude, yelling at me over the phone like that,” getō leans in close, feeling his heavy cock curve with him as he presses his pelvis flush against yours, feeling his bulbus tip kiss deep into your womb, “and it's like you knew, you knew if i was there i would have yoked you up...”

“so pathetic.” a cruel smirk rises at the corners of his lips as he kisses a — almost mocking, peck against your cheek. he was taunting you, kissing against your sweating, hot skin lovingly, but barreling deep thrusts into your weeping cunt with feral intent.

“why would you want to leave someone like me anyways? i give you everything, and anything nobody wanted you to have...”

#💌.jjk masterlist #💌.suguru getō #tw dub con #tw dark content #tw home invasion #getou smut #getou x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto sm #geto smut #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto smut #geto x reader

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ballisterboldheart · 2 years

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man, i have wanted to apologize to you so many times. i—i guess i was worried that it would've triggered something, or whatnot? you know, thought maybe it was just best to leave the past where it is.

#cobra kai #cobrakaiedit #mike barnes #daniel larusso #chozen toguchi #for like. a frame. shut up.#ck spoilers #s.gif #eh fuck it lets tag johnny too #johnny lawrence #flashing tw #he was so fucking normal. i can't get over it.#funniest fucking bit this show has ever done.#kreese and terry willing to commit murder on day one and mike barnes was just some fucking guy.#do you understand. he's just some fucking guy.#god. i mean. he then does a mountain of coke and you know. home invasion. but before that. he was normal.#i had this gifset tagged and ready and then tumblr glitched and i had to do it again. homophobia.#okay now that i'm at the end of an essay of tags that most people have given up on #on a gifset i'm posting at 10. can i admit. i'd fuck him. i know the dick is insane.#okay bye

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ohfugecannada · 2 years

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Craiyon + Horror sub genres

#unreality #blood tw #craiyon #ai #ai art #horror #genres #analog horror #cosmic horror #psychological horror #gothic horror #slasher horror #body horror #paranormal horror #creature feature #creature feature horror #found footage horror #home invasion #home invasion horror

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inkrabbit · 7 months

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Because you're home

Warnings: Home invasion, blood and injury

You generally never worried about your neighbors leaving for the holiday. It gave you a break from listening to any potential screaming or loud music. At least with them gone, you could have a nice, peaceful night. You sat at the table, slowly eating your dinner for the night as you basked in the sound of the rain outside. For once, in a very long time, you felt at peace.

Until someone started to knock on your front door. You contemplated ignoring it in hopes they would go away, but that thought was dashed out the window when the knocking continued. With a high, you stood up from your chair, going over to the front door and unlocking it.

The man on the other side was a sight to behold; pale skin and piercing green eyes that hid underneath a messy devil's lock. Despite the pouring rain, he was still in a black shirt with a studded vest overtop of it. The thick belt around his waist was studded as well, his jeans dirty and ripped at one of the knees, and his boots were caked in mud.

“Can I help you?” You look at him curiously, glancing around behind him and at the street. No sign of life anywhere. Not even a car. You could only assume that he was walking around in the rain, his clothes soaked and sticking to his lean body.

“Is Ace home?” That voice sends a chill up your spine. It was low and gravelly, and you're sure you heard a Scandinavian accent in there. Still, you shook your head.

“No, sorry. I think you have the wrong house.” But even with your answer, the man didn't move. He stared at you, looking into your eyes as though he was peering into your soul. It made you uncomfortable. But before you could speak again, he turned his heels and walked away, back out into the pouring rain.

You watched him for a bit before slowly retreating back inside. You made sure both locks were licked into place. Something about that encounter made you uneasy, the hairs on the back of your neck standing. You waited for a bit at the door, making sure he didn't come back before you went back to the table. You picked at your food this time, slowly continuing to eat. You couldn't stop thinking about the man and those piercing eyes. Just thinking about them made your skin crawl.

When you finally finished dinner, you brought your plate to the sink, running some water over it. Before you can even shut your water off, your home is plunged into darkness, the lights cutting out. You look around for a moment. Was the weather really that bad? It was just raining out.

You sigh, setting the plate in the sink. Maybe something happened that wasn't a result of the weather. It's fine. You'd just go to the garage and try flipping the circuit breaker. You pat your hand dry, snatching up your phone and using the flashlight to guide you out to the garage. It's quiet, save for the wind that's getting through the small crack in the old window you kept forgetting to fix.

Your brows furrow at the sight of the breaker. The door's already cracked open. You hesitate but shake your head. You're just being silly. You knew this door had a problem with latching. That was something else you've been neglecting to fix. So you open the door wider, flipping the switches back. You leave the garage after that, closing and locking the door and turning off the flashlight on your phone when you see the lights have come back on.

The sight on the couch in your living room makes you stop, your blood running cold as your breath catches in your throat. The man from earlier is sitting on your couch, his body still soaked from the rain, tossing a hunting knife up into the air before catching it.

“Nice to see you again,” he says, looking up at you with a cruel smile. His head lolls to the side, looking you up and down. “You sure Ace ain't here?”

“W-what-” He starts to move, standing up from the couch and slowly taking a few steps towards you, his boots thudding against the floor.

“You at least got a towel?” The grin gets bigger when all you can do is let out a soft whimper, slowly backing away from him. “Not very hospitable, are you?”

“What do you want?” Your voice comes out as a whisper as you continue to back away from the advancing man. He's still twirling the knife around, looking you over again.

“Not even gonna introduce yourself? You're a shitty host,” he laughs. “I'll go first. My name's Mary. What's yours?”

Even if you wanted to, you can't say anything. Your throat's closed up as your eyes dart around the room. You keep trying to think of any possible way to escape.

“What? Scared?” Mary seems to be enjoying this, continuing to back you into a corner. Before you can react, he's rushing forward, grabbing your neck and slamming your head against the wall. The second you grit your teeth and look at him through bleary eyes, he does it again and again until you finally lose consciousness.

By the time you wake up, you're tied to a chair, the plastic from the zip-ties cutting into your wrists and ankles. You can feel stinging all over your body, and a quick glance shows that you're already covered in blood, your pants cut and revealing what looks like places where you've been slashed. The same is evident on your torso, your shirt torn in places, blood coating your skin from where you've been wounded. Mary's sitting in front of you, idly scrolling through your phone. Those green eyes glance up at you, the grin coming back.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he purrs, raising your phone a bit to get your attention. “Nice pictures. You think your family will miss you?”

You're already struggling against your bindings, tears pricking at your eyes as you cry out. Mary just continues to scroll through your phone.

“I don't think my family would,” he continues, ignoring your hysterical state. “They're not exactly... what's the word? Wholesome? Caring? Some shit like that.” He shrugs.

“W-why... why are you doing this?” It's the only question you can manage. The stinging pain continues to grow, throbbing white hot as tears streak down your cheeks. Another shrug from the punk.

“Because you're home.”

#mary goore #gn!reader #home invasion #blood #blood tw #injury #injury tw #violence #violence tw #so anyway-#I told you I'm not immune to scary Mary #i need more of it #back in my horror era uwu #I do have a couple more murderous Mary ideas

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spiltcandycoatedpunkblood · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Adventures of Tintin (2011) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Milou | Snowy & Tintin, Archibald Haddock & Tintin, very briefly mentioned though - Relationship Characters: Tintin (Tintin), Archibald Haddock, Nestor (Tintin), Milou | Snowy, everyone but tintin very briefly mentioned though Additional Tags: No Dialogue, Internal Monologue, Delirium, Unconsciousness, Panic, Darkness, Head Injury, References to Illness, Sleep, Sabotage, Power Outage, Home Invasion, Beds, Robbery, Minor Violence, Whump, Whumptober, Light Angst, Whumptober 2023, no.10, Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?, broken phone, no.12, I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?, Insomnia, Short, gonna split this up i've been doing so much of this lately, brain hurts, but this covers the prompt i feel are right for this, i can do better justice to this if it's split up, it'll be perfectly emotional i swear, brief but still got a bundle of angst in there, i never wanna miss a beat with this, Fear, Realization Series: Part 6 of Tintin Whumptober 2023 Summary: "One night, he had tried to sleep. He didn’t bother to change, just climbing into bed under his duvet with Snowy curled up at the end of it. And for once, he felt himself start to drift off more peacefully, head half buried in a pillow, hoping he could wake up refreshed after an inability to sleep after several days of restlessness and lost focus.

He could’ve sworn he heard several bangs and thuds from under the veil of unconsciousness, but his body was just too worn out to force him out of it.

He only realised something was actually very wrong until he woke up."

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?#broken phone #no.12 #I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?#insomnia #the adventures of tintin #fic #home invasion tw #violence tw #darkness tw #fanfiction #archive of our own #writing #whump #whumptober #felt this was perfectly short before i carry it on later #brain hurts

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yarn-dragon · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 19! Wren was walking home from the market. She wasn't ready for what was waiting

#whumptober 2023 #no.19 #floral bouquet #unprepared casters #fic #death tw #home invasion tw #unprepared casters fic #lives of the party #wren Forrester #lily #wren x lily #enjoy!

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 10 months

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uh...18 for the whumper dialogue?

I love this AU

TW: Stalking, home invasion, kidnapping, abuse, suicidal thoughts, fear of animal harm (the cat is fine, outside of also getting kidnapped and forcibly given a stupid new name), infantilisation, drugging, self hatred.

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Tommy knew there was something wrong when Tubbo- the cat, not the friend he so missed- stopped cuddling up with him in bed.

Tubbo was a feisty little stray, more than half feral, but that was how they got along. She might hiss at everyone she met but him, but to Tommy she was affectionate, and extremely so. In the three years or so since he’d found her as a kitten in the engine of the van, her ginger fur and scarred face reminding Tommy of his old friend.

There were things missing before that, but he'd assumed some prick had stolen his stock while he wasn’t looking. Sometimes, even with the medicine he picked up for his shit, he forgot way too much. Sometimes, he couldn’t remember whole days, and that would have been scary if he was still There but he wasn’t anymore. He was safe.

He thought he was safe.

But when Tubbo woke him up hissing, out of his arms, he knew something was wrong. Cursing quietly to himself, he suddenly regretted burying his weapons a decade ago. He’d thought when he left That Place he wouldn’t need to fight anymore. He just wanted to explore as many servers as he could, sell the stuff he made, and live a peaceful life with a little bit of theft being the most excitement he got into. He took a visit to Utah every Christmas, and that was the biggest day of the year, every year. He didn’t want the swords anymore.

Prime, he wished he had one now.

He tried to pull himself from bed, but something sharp made an impact with his arm. Before he could figure out what the fuck was going on, he was pinned to the ground, the moonlight through the windows barely illuminating his attacker's face.

Or, well, not his face. There, for the first time in ten years, Tommy saw a familiar mask.

No no no no no no no.

Tommy had left that behind. He’d ran like a fucking coward but he had to. He couldn’t spend a single day more with the smiling shadow hanging over him. He’d rather die- truly, permanently die.

“You're rusty,” Dream said, a mix of fondness and amusement in his voice, and Tommy screamed.

Tubbo took her cue, launching onto Dream, and Tommy's heart stopped beating. He couldn’t kill her Prime she was all he had with him.

Thankfully, Dream just pulled out a sleeping potion, cracking it out onto the ground and letting the fumes knock her out. Tommy would have breathed a sigh of relief if he could breathe.

“Aww, your cat's just like you too. I love them. I’m calling them Tommy Two.”

“I- her name. It’s Tubbo.” Tommy hated how he still sounded like a child. He thought he’d matured so much, he felt like an adult now, but around Dream that just faded. “She’s not-“

“That’s an awful name. I prefer mine.” Dream laughed, before his voice dropped all its levity. “I’ve been watching you for a while, y’know. It took me ages to find you.”

“Yeah, that’s because I- I never wanted to see you ever again-“

“Honestly, I’m not even surprised without my guidance you’ve become like- this!” Dream said, ignoring Tommy completely. “You're pretending you’re all grown up, you’re smoking, you’re doing drugs again. You got piercings and tattoos and cut off your hair like a rebellious teenager, but you think you’re all grown up because you refuse to admit that’s what you’ll always be.”

“I'm nearly thirty, prick. I grew up.” Tommy glared, anger possessing him for just long enough to be able to stand up for himself. “Maybe you should try that too.”

Tommy hated how familiar the slap across his face felt. It had been ten fucking years, but he remembered Dream's raised hand easier than he remembered how to sew some days. “Oh Prime, shut up. You’ve gone from annoying to insufferable. You’ve just spent the last decade becoming your worst self, while I’ve actually fucking grown, Tommy. I’ve fixed everything back home, while you’ve let yourself become this- this useless, boring excuse of a person! You were special when I took care of you, and what did you do? You threw that away to be nothing.”

“You- you’ve fixed everything?”

Dream paused a second. “Prime, I had a whole reveal and everything planned. Just- forget I said that okay?” He almost sounded flustered. Like a fucking kid.

It was weird, feeling like the adult around Dream.

Tommy had expected another splash potion, but he didn’t expect for a bottled version to be forced in front of him, Dream's other hand pinching his nose until he had to open his mouth and have the concoction poured inside. It made sense the second he tasted how utterly bitter it was- this was strong enough that Dream would have knocked himself out if he’d tried to use a splash potion in as cramped a space as Tommy's van.

“Now, sleep. Sleep and forget.” Dream's voice was soft, and he ran a hand through Tommy's hair as he quickly drifted into unconsciousness, which Tommy assumed was meant to be comforting but really wasn’t.

The last thought Tommy had before he fell into a deep sleep was that he hoped Dream was making all that shit up. Because, Prime, if he’d left his friends to get hurt by Dream… then maybe he really did deserve this.

#My writing #primeboys (derogatory)#stalking tw #home invasion tw #Kidnapping tw #abuse tw #suicidal thoughts tw #infantilisation tw #deugging tw #Self hatred tw

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ring-of-galactic · 1 month

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[Video ID: The entire room is dark, only illuminated by a feint blue light coming from offscreen. Footsteps are heard from outside Saturn's room. After a few seconds they stop, but are quickly replaced by the rattling of his locked doorknob. The nocturnal Zubat is first to notice, letting out a shrill squeak in alarm. The sudden sharp sound awakens Toxicroak, who quickly stands at the foot of Saturn's bed, getting into a defensive position, poison wrist spurs drawn and ready for action.

The rattles stop, leaving only the sound of Saturn twisting and turning in his sleep, beginning to stir due to the noises, but not waking quite yet.

Silence fills the air for several long moments, until the sound of a pokéball opening is heard from the other side of the door, followed by a loud thud as the presumably large released pokémon hits the ground. Toxicroak lets out a warble, approaching the door to prepare a pre-emptive attack.

However, the door suddenly flies open, smacking the frog in the face, and pressing it against the wall. Toxicroak's arm is seen flailing from behind the door. A figure then walks into the room, their face obscured by a face mask and hood. The person is tall and visibly robust, despite the low light.

Zubat darts around their head, screeching and trying to find an angle to bite at, only to get swatted out of the air with a back-handed strike. The Zubat hits the wall with a bang, and collapses to the floor, barely propping itself on its wings for a few seconds, only to fall unconcious moments later.

Toxicroak lets out a rageful, warbling ribbit in response, pushing the door out of the way, and lunging at the intruder.

However, a head bursts through the doorway, and the powerful beaked jaw of a Torterra slams down on both sides of Toxicroak, catching it midair, and promptly slamming it into the ground. Toxicroak struggles and writhes as its foot is planted on it, stabbing it anywhere it can with its wrist spur, though the Torterra barely responds.

The intruder watching lets out a low chuckle, then snaps their fingers. In response, Torterra immediately begins pouring out sleep powder, as one last, desperate and loud warble escapes from the frog's throat.

Saturn finally springs awake at the croak, immediately jolting into a sitting position, then holding his head as he groans in pain. He doesn't get the chance to say anything, before the figure pins him against the wooden frame of the boy's bed, and covers his mouth with one hand.

Saturn struggles violently, kicking and thrashing his limbs as much as he can, kicking the invader as hard as his limbs allow, but each attempt is in vain. The figure easily dwarfs Saturn, and barely even reacts to the struggles and kicks thrown their way. After only a few seconds of this, another round of sleeping powder is shot at the panicking teenager, and his struggles instantly cease.

The masked figure grunts in displeasure, then sets the boy down, though surprisingly enough, they do it gently. After doing that, they pat the unconcious Saturn's his back a couple times, before looking around the room, then turning to the camera.

The figure stops everything they're doing in an instant, then quickly walks to the device, picking it up. As they come into the light, their white and black outfit becomes visible, and on the center of their chest lies a golden G symbol. The video cuts out.]

#porygon vids #rotomblr #tw home invasion #tw stalking #tw violence #tw pokemon harm #//uh oh! plot!

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gremlin-writes-angst · 2 years

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Knowing is Safe CH.2

Chapter 2

Fandom: Redacted ASMR

Couple: Geordi/Cutie

1.9 k Words

90% angst 10% comfort ( I actually did the math)

Intilizised words like this are cutie's thoughts. and the way there formated is important so pay attention ( if you have questions don't be afraid to ask)

Also, the beginning might seem a little confusing because I was trying to keep cutie gender neutral which was hard considering the subject.

For the TW I'm putting a lot of it in a category, still listed but I want it to be clear that the things aren't actually having and are just cuties paranoia and anxiety

TW/CW: Paranoia (Robbery, kidnapping, home invasion, intruder, murder, death, blood, being followed, being stalked, being attacked, abandonment)Cursing. Hinted homophobia and transphobia. slef doubt and hatred.

Let me know if I missed a trigger or if you spot any spelling mistakes.

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PAST

You looked at the page, unsure why it was so enticing. One of the people looked like you. Or what you want to look like.

Beautiful!

Handsome!

Cool!

Confident!

The other person, the same gender as the other. They were, attractive, you focused on their lips, the ones connected to who you wish to grow up to be.

I want that.

The love?

The kiss?

the body?

All of it.

You want to kiss someone.

Yes.

Anyone?

I think so…

You could experiment!

Experiment?

Kiss girls!

Kiss boys!

Kiss people who want to kiss you!

Do people want to kiss me?

There has to be.

I can kiss anyone, of any gender?

I can kiss anyone, of any gender!

I can be anyone, of any gender.?

I can be anyone, of any gender!

If it'll make us happy!

I want to kiss-

“Pumpkin! We need to talk!”

Shit!

Was she listening?

She's always listening.

I hate her.

I love her.

She protecting us.

She's spying on us.

You make your way down the stairs, your mom has a sour look on her face.

“Pumpkin, you can't be having those thoughts. It's umm- those thoughts are not good for you.”

“Why?

“BECAUSE!”

Your father's hand lands on your mom's, calming her.

Thank you, dad.

“Because they lead to… experimenting, and we don't want you to get caught up in that kind of stuff. It’s not for you.”

PRESENT

“Everything’s normal. Human, unpowered normal. Our relationship went back in time, we both kind of ignored that I'm a telepath, that we’re just two normal people in a normal relationship. We’re happy."

No, we're not.

Yes, we are.

We have to be.

For Geordi.

It makes him happy.

So it has to make us happy.

Does it make him happy?

It has to.

“But what about those thoughts you mentioned last week? You mentioned how you don't ever feel safe. Could you elaborate on that?”

He remembered?

Of course, he remembered it was his job.

But we don't want him to.

Then lead him away.

Say it was an accident.

Say it was a lie.

Tell him the truth.

DON'T!!

Tell him you forgot your meds!

“Oh, did I say that? I actually forgot to take my anxiety medication, so we can move on from that.”

He sighed.

Why did he sigh?

He looks disappointed.

I should read his mind.

NO!

Geordi hate’s that.

Hates you.

Just focus on the session.

Wait whys is he on his phone?

He's texting someone.

Does he know?

Is he going to tell someone?

Will I be fired?

I'm gonna be fired.

That doesn't make sense.

They don't trust me.

What if they see me as a threat?

What if they lock me away?

Then Geordi wouldn't be safe.

He'll miss me.

Not if they erase his memory.

They wouldn't.

They would.

If they did it'd be good.

Good?

Geordi would finally be free.

Of you.

Of your powers.

Of the magical world.

You hear that?

What?

You zone back into the world, hearing your work-assigned therapist clear his throat.

“ Even if that's the case your supervisors have started to take notice of how you've changed. Your paperwork is hard to understand and when speculating on a case you jump to wild conclusions that hurt the case. You're less social than before and you've become very panicked by the smallest things. You've also refused to use your powers. These actions have been recorded by D.U.M.P for the past two months. It's clear to me that your recent mood isn't the cause of missed medication but something else.”

Your breathing rises, you try to steady it, hide that what he's saying bothers you, your thoughts are so jumbled you can't make much out other than panic.

“ And from what you've told me I think the cause is the absence of using your power. Up until 2 months ago, you were in constant use of your power. And from what I understand that was the result of your mother's abuse-”

“She didn't abuse me!”

Did she?

No.

But he's the expert.

He didn't live it.

He doesn't understand.

Maybe that's good.

What?

She was protecting us.

That's what you think.

Because she taught you that.

He's right.

NO, HE'S NOT SHE LOVED ME!!

Yes, she did.

Still does.

But what she did is still wrong.

“I'm sorry for using that word. Let me restart. Your mother raised you with a toxic belief, that you could only be safe if you knew what others were thinking, she used this as an excuse to constantly be in your head, not giving you a moment of privacy. When you applied this belief to your relationship you learned how this belief hurt others, so you tried to stop, cold turkey. This has caused you to become extremely anxious and paranoid. As your therapist, I think you do need to become comfortable in your own head, comfortable not constantly reading people's minds. I would also suggest you talk with your partner, I think couples therapy would benefit your relationship. Oh, it appears that our time-”

You were out of the room before he could say goodbye. You rushed to collect your stuff. You always had therapy right after work so you could leave right after. You rush to the parking garage.

Car? car!? where’s my car!?!

It's over there.

Where?

I don't see it.

It was stolen.

It was broken into.

No, it's there.

I see it.

Hurry!

Wipe your tears.

Call Geordi.

No!

Wipe your tears.

Calm down!!

It's not that serious.

Wipe your tears.

You can't drive like this.

Slow your breathing.

Call Geordi.

Ask him to pick you up.

Phone, where?

Purse.

Dial his number.

No contacts are faster.

Wait!

What if the car is bugged!?

It’s not.

But it is!

All your gonna do is call Geordi.

But that's how he knows.

The therapist.

He's listening.

He's not a telepath.

Isn't he?

No, he's a stealth.

So he’s watching.

No!

He's not doing anything to you!

I can't drive.

Take a taxi.

No, I'll be kidnapped.

Train!

Ok.

Where's the train station?

Right.

Left!

I look lost.

You look like an easy target.

There! train station!

Did you lock the car?

Yes.

No!!

Someone will break in.

Steal your car.

I locked it.

No.

You should have driven home.

I can't.

I'm…

Crying.

Not trustworthy.

With?

My self.

So? You don't matter.

SHUT UP!

People are looking.

No their not.

Read their minds!!

No.

They want to hurt us!!

No.

You missed your stop!!

When!?!

Just now!!

No.

map! map! map!

I didn't, it’s the next one.

People hate you.

You should run away!

Just start taking random trains!!

No.

Why?

Because people care for me.

Do they?

Geordi-

He doesn't.

My coworkers-

Are just co-workers.

You don't even have friends.

It's our stop!!

Get off!!

Go left!!

Right!!

Are we lost!?!?

No!

I know this place.

Behind you!!!

What!?!?!

Were being followed!!!

Don't look!!!

Read their mind!!!

No!!

Keep walking home.

Grab your pepper spray!!!

I can't find it!!!!

Hurry they're getting closer!!!

There’s another one!!!!

In Front of you !!!!!

They're gonna attack you!!!!!

Hurry!!!!!

I got it!!!!!

Wait

Their friends.

Meeting each other.

Of course.

Stupid.

What a fucking selfish idiot.

Not everything is about you.

Nothing is ever about you.

Wipe your tears!

Look.

Geordi’s car.

He’s home!

Is he?

“Geordi?”

Nothing.

Silence!

He’s not here!!

But his car.

He was taken!!!

He's dead!!!!

You couldn't protect him.

You killed him.

You ruined his life.

No! He is alive!

He's alive.

You yell out for him again, your voice shaking heavily as you walk toward your bedroom door.

Open the door.

Don't!

His dead body is behind that door.

Blood everywhere.

NO!!!

He's here!

He's alive!

I know it!

How?

I just do.

No, you don't.

You don't even know if there's an intruder in your house.

Is there an intruder?!

No.

Yes!!!!!

How else would Geordi die?

Open the door!

Wipe your tears!

You open the door, relaxing for a second when you find it empty, but then your brain starts working again.

Where is he?!?!?!

He's hurt!!

He ran away.

He was taken!!!

He left because he hates you and couldn't stand to be around a selfish idiot freak

Selfish idiot freak.

Selfish.

Idiot.

Freak.

Unlovable.

Alone.

Don't wipe your tears.

You deserve this.

You are a monster.

Monster.

Disgusting.

You're so far in your head you're unaware that your thoughts are now words. Unaware of everything happening around you. You don't hear the door to the garage open of Geordi talking to you.

“Cutie, is that you? I heard you come in, but I didn't hear your car. I passed a farmers market on my way home earlier, I got a deal on your favorite fruit. I went to go grab it from the garage. Where are you? Oh there yo-”

Your trance loosens when you hear a wooden crate fall on the floor, wiping your head around to see your boyfriend quickly trying to get over the fallen boxes. He's rushing to you.

He's going to kill you!!!!!!!

No, he wants to help.

Why?

You ruined him!

Ruined everything!

I love him!!

He loves me!!

He's safe.

He's my safe space.

He not gonna hurt us.

He is safe.

You fall into his arms when he gets close enough, your arms wrap around his squeezing him as you cry into his chest, repeating his name.

“Cutie, cutie? What- what wrong?”

“I thought you were dead. That, someone, broke in, and killed you, and- and I couldn't- I- you were dead.”

“What, babe, what made you think that!? Were you threatened? What happened?”

Geordi tries to look for any sign you were harmed. the movement is sudden, startling you into raising your voice, trying to let out your frustration, trying to shut the voices up.

“I Don't Know! I just - they- I just- nowhere is safe- I can- it hurts! I don't want to hear it anymore- it hurt so much i- I can't stand it- i- please- please help!”

“Okay- okay cutie, why do I do, what do you need?”

“I don't- I don't know-maybe-no I can't -i - but it hurts- he hates it-but it hurts. I-can I? In your head?”

The worry that stained his face started to blend with surprise.

“Yes, yes, go ahead.”

You look into his eyes wanting so hard to just jump into his head, to leave your thoughts behind, but you can't.

Don't.

He'll hate you.

Don't!

He'll hate you!

Don't!!

He'll hate you!!

Don't!!!

He'll hate you!!!

Don't!!!!!

He'll hate you!!!!!

You start to slide down Geordi falls you down, gently holding you, not controlling you just supporting you. You cry harder.

“Ok- ok cutie, I've got you.”

“I just- I don't - I'm so lost- I can't- i- fuck!”

“Shh, it's ok, love- I'm here ok? You don't need to talk. I- you can tell me everything when you- when your calm down and you're ready.”

Geordi gently places his hands on either side of your face, lightly guiding your face to his. You can see how his eyes water and the way his lip quivers.

You did that.

You hurt him.

You try to look away but Geordi prevents that.

“Cutie, don't go there. I don't- I don't know what you thinking but- but don't. Stay here, I've got you. Okay”

You nod as tears sting your cheek hot. Geordi moves his hands, engulfing you in a hug. His arms on your back, moving up and down. You focus on it, the feeling, the sound, focus on Geordi.

He's here.

He's holding us.

He's here.

Here.

Safe.

Home.

He's home.

He loves us.

Your eyes drift closed, exhausted, you let sleep take over, finally feeling safe enough to be vulnerable.

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