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The Proxies Little Pet (Part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who loves you, doll?" Hoodie asked.

"You..."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You..."

"Good girl/boy."

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

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

"No... please..."

"I'm not asking you again."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir..."

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

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

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

"Please...not now..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I-"

"Shut up."

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you *FUCK* suck my dick?"

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

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

"B-Brain..." You whispered.

"What?"

"I-I'm cold..."

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

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

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

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

"Fucking hell," Masky said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt yourself flinch as you looked at the doctor.

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

You only looked at your hands in response.

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

"What, happened to me?"

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

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

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

"I..."

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

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

"Ok."

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

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

"Yes."

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

"...Yes."

"Can you tell me about your patients?"

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

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

"Not exactly."

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

"Oh..."

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

"Ok..."

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

"I-"

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

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

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

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

"O-Ok..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Dear Y/N,

See you soon, Tight Bitch.

-MHT."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck are you looking-"

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

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

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

"Ow! What the fuck?"

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

"Are you crazy?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm doing ok."

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

"I think worse."

"How so?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok..."

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

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

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

"Ok..."

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

"Yeah, see you later Miss. Berry."

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

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

"No," The pharmacist said.

"What? Are you guys out of stock?"

"No."

"Then can I have it?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need it."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

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

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

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

'What...but she-"

"What happened?"

"I was just talking to a pharmacist."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Toby asked as he walked downstairs

"The bosses gave us a job."

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

"What i-ss it?"

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

"So w-when we leaving?"

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How was the therapy sesh?"

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

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

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

"Damn, that gotta suck."

"Yeah..."

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

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

"Alright."

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

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

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

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

"Nah, I'm good."

"Why?"

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

"Ouch."

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

"When does your shift end anyway?"

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

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

"Sucks to suck."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You..."

You stared with fear as the figure twitched.

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop...please..."

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

"Stop. STOP!"

The hatchet rushes down.

"TOBY STOP!"

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

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

"Toby..." The figure whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"H-Hello?"

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

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

"What? Why? You ok?"

You suddenly broke down again.

"No..." You said between cries.

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

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

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

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

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

"But out everyone out there, why me?"

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

"But...ok."

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

"Ok..."

"See you later."

"Later."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mind if I sit here?"

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

"Uh, sure."

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

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

"Oh, just to clear my head."

"Understandable."

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Jack, but my friends call me EJ."

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

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

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

"The city is full of surprises afterall."

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

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

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

"Alright, see you around Y/N."

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

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

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"This the chick?" Ben texted.

"Yeah."

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

"K."

"Love you😘"

EJ read.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you want?"

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

"As if."

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

"Why should I trust you?"

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

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

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

"Nah. Now you coming on or what?"

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

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

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

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

"Where you live anyway?"

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

"Ight."

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

"[REDACTED]."

"I'm Y/N."

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

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

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

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

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

"Uh... sure. Here."

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

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

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

"Heh, you're an idiot."

"I could be your idiot~"

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

"You wanna head over to my place?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"One, or two?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me."

"Uh... 2?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Louder."

"Hoodie, don't stop!"

"Louder."

"HOODIE DON'T STOP!"

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

"Idiot."

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

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

You felt your world shatter. It was your fault.

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

"Ass up."

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

"You wanna go another round?'

You lazily shake your head.

"Then ass. Up."

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

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

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

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

"O...k..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Buzzzz. Buzzz. Buzz."

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

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

"Really?"

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

"Hah. No."

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

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

"Ben found them. You wanna leave today?"

"Fuck yeah!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What..."

You stood there as you felt your world slow down.

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

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

"He-"

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

"What? What's happening?"

"They found me."

Before Victoria could say another word, you hung up.

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

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

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

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

"Shhhh."

Masky. Without a shadow of a doubt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victoria watched the news report as Fuzzy whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mrsshabana · 8 months

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Patient!Gyutaro x Nurse!Reader - CHAPTER 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

✦ CW: 18+ MDNI, female reader. Dead dove: do not eat. Extreme violence, mentions of self harm, mentions of non-con, mental illness, torture, physical and mental harm, abuse, altered mental state.

✦ AN: This chapter is very very disturbing. Please read all of the content warnings and proceed with caution.

✦ WC: 1,983

It took hours for you to get up from the floor.

Hours for your tears to stop flowing from your eyes. And days for the pain to recede enough for you to be able to function properly. Not that you did.

Things were never the same after that.

You couldn’t bear seeing him again. But you do. Even though you haven’t stepped foot in that asylum for a week, you still see him every day. Remnants of him on your body every time you look in the mirror. And his face appears every night in your dreams.

You took a leave of absence for a week after the incident. You had planned to search for a new job in the meantime, but instead you stayed in bed all week and cried. Every time you looked into the mirror it’d trigger a panic attack, ending with you huddled in on yourself on the bathroom floor. Breath staggered, eyes wide, and skin under your nails because you can’t stop scratching. You can feel him inside of you. You tried everything to get him out… but it’s like he’s a part of you now.

Maybe that’s why you came back.

Came back to the asylum… back to him. Even though you hate him, you feel like a part of you is missing when he’s not around. Like you had to get back to him to fill some kind of void. A void that he created, a place in your heart that only he could fit into.

The marks aren’t gone, the ones that he left for you as a symbol of his ownership. You have to wear a scarf now to cover the bruises. So deep that even after a week they haven’t subsided. And the new ones on your wrists. Though not from him, you made them because of him. Hopefully no one will notice.

.・゜゜・　♰　・゜゜・．

Walking into the asylum for the first time in seven days, it feels strangely inviting, like this is where you belong. It’s early in the morning so you figure that Gyutaro will still be asleep.

The fluorescent lights flicker down the hallway as you make your way to his dimly lit room. Your heart pounds in your chest. Approaching his door feels like signing your soul away to the devil, but at the same time it feels like being embraced by an angel.

Peeking inside you see that his room is empty. This isn’t right. Why is his room empty? His room is still filled with his stuff so you know they haven’t moved him.

Going back to the nurses station in this wing, you look through the patient records for today to try and figure out where they took Gyutaro. They always keep track of all of the patient’s information here, like when they are given meals, therapy sessions, family visits, etc. Everything is kept track of.

“Here we go,” you mumble to yourself, finally finding Gyutaro’s file for this week. He was taken to room 44B. You don’t bother reading what for, all that matters is that you get to your patient.

The room isn’t far, just through the door on the left and at the end of the hallway.

Leisurely walking through the hall, enjoying the sunlight warming your skin as it shines through the barred windows.

“HELP ME!!”

A blood curdling, raspy scream interrupts the pleasant moment. It sends shivers down your spine, and for some reason causes your eyes to well up with tears.

“GET MY NURSE!! PLEASE!!”

The voice screams in desperation from the end of the hall. You know that voice but you refuse to believe it’s him. He’s never sounded so, so helpless. It’s so jarring that you feel frozen.

“NURSE Y/N!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!!”

The voice gets more desperate.

“NO!! NO!! I’M SORRY! PLEASE GET NURSE Y/N!!”

The room rumbles and the lights flicker as your body moves on its own, desperately trying to get to him.

“Mr. Shabana!” You shout, tears rolling down your cheeks as you open the heavy metal doors at the end of the hall.

The sight before you is straight out of a horror film.

Lights flickering violently. A high pitched electric ping ringing through your ears.

Gyutaro lays on his back, wrists and ankles strapped to the bed sitting in the middle of the room. Two nurses stand beside him, one to his left, another to his right. And a doctor stands behind his head, holding some strange device to Gyutaro’s temples.

His eyes stay wide and his body convulses violently as he’s electrocuted.

A disturbing whine rumbling in his chest, muffled by the cloth in his mouth.

The sight is so overwhelming that you feel as though you are being electrocuted in place as well. Seeing him in a position of weakness and pain should bring a smile to your face. He does deserve it for what he’s done to you, doesn’t he? That’s how you should feel.

When the doctor sees you, he removes the device from Gyutaro’s temples.

“Ah nurse Y/N,” he smiles calmly, “You’re back from your leave I see. Would you like to assist me?”

He narrows his red eyes, and motions for you to come forward. His long black hair held neatly behind him in a ponytail. You’ve seen this doctor around before but you’ve never spoken to him, only heard rumors about his short temper.

“Oh um… y-yes sir,” mindlessly agreeing and moving beside him. Looking down at Gyutaro, his body is in a state of shock and it seems as though he is in no state to register what’s going on.

“One more round should be enough to do the trick,” the doctor grins and hands you the metal device, “Just place these pads on his temples and I’ll turn on the switch.” His voice is low as he speaks.

You nod and hesitantly move the device to Gyutaro’s head. Looking down at him, he looks so pathetic and weak. Just like you had. But you’re the one in control now, and he’s at your mercy.

Gyutaro’s eyes slowly roll back to look at you, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he whimpers. As if he’s begging to be shown mercy.

But where was your mercy when he violently assaulted you?

The doctor ups the voltage and flips the switch, sending a powerful electric shock straight through the device and into Gyutaro’s body.

This should bring you pleasure. It should make you happy! He deserves this doesn’t he? After what he’s done! Feeling sympathy for such a monster would only mean you are just as bad as him.

The restraints clack against the metal bed frame as his muscles contract from the second electric shock sent through his body. The shock is so strong that even after the doctor ceases his ministrations and you remove the device, Gyutaro’s body is left trembling in place. Contorted and petrified, eyes wide open, teeth clenched tightly around the gag that muffles the inhuman wail that continues to come from him. It’s eerie how the sound doesn’t falter, continuously leaving him as if his soul is trying to escape the prison of his body.

“There,” the doctor takes the device from you and pats your back, “Well done Miss Y/N! Mr. Shabana will be on his way to recovery with your help.”

Staring down at Gyutaro’s pained body, you can’t take your eyes off of him. “Y-yes… he will,” your voice cracks as tears roll down your cheeks in unison with the ones rolling down Gyutaro’s.

After the electroshock therapy, Gyutaro is left a lifeless husk. Unable to do anything, move his body, or even speak, you and the doctor have to pick up his body after removing his restraints and put him into a wheelchair.

You cry all the way back to his room. The other nurses give you confused glances as you push the most violent patient through the halls. His body sits limp in the chair, barely able to hold himself up as a continual low moan escapes his lips.

Getting back to his room you quickly close the door, not caring that it’s against protocol, and assist Gyutaro onto the bed.

He’s heavier than he looks. Propping him up on your shoulder in an attempt to hold him up, but you’re too weak. He falls back into the chair.

“Mr. Shabana? Can you hear me?” kneeling down in front of him, you hold his cheek in your palm.

He doesn’t even move his eyes to look at you, his head moves heavily in your hand. Able to maneuver him as if he’s a life sized doll.

“Please Mr. Shabana,” you whimper as you start to break down, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

Leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, you bring him forward in a warm embrace. You sob on your knees, resting your forehead on his chest. He doesn’t react at all, just sits there and lets you use his body for comfort.

You lose track of time as you cry into his shirt and spew incoherent apologies he doesn’t deserve.

“Gyutaro,” you look up at him and wipe your eyes. This time his irises move slowly in your direction.

“Y…Y/N,” he groans. You can barely make out the word as drool slips from his mouth and down his chin.

“Yes! That’s it Gyutaro, it’s me,” you smile through your tears, “I’m here, don’t worry.”

Pulling a tissue out of your pocket and using it to wipe his face. You caress his cheek and move his face to look at you, “How are you feeling?”

He stares at you with an unchanging, lifeless expression. It’s terrifying seeing him this way, you rather he be his usual cruel self than be a hollow shell.

You don’t know what to do. His brain is so fried that he can’t even manage to speak, let alone comprehend the words coming out of your mouth. Occasional spasms tremor through his body, causing his limbs to twitch.

Deciding that the best thing for him right now would be rest, you put your arms under his armpits and attempt to move him onto the bed again.

“I’m going to move you to the bed, ok? Can you stand for me, sweetie?”

You do most of the work, but he barely holds himself up with trembling legs. This time you’re able to get him onto the bed. Gently laying down his body and sitting beside him.

“I’m going to let you rest now, I’ll come back to check on you in an hour,” you say as you move his hair away from his eyes.

As soon as you look away and start getting up to leave, you hear a faint whimper. A shaky hand weakly trying to grab your arm.

“D-don’t… leave me…” he croaks, watery eyes spilling tears onto his cheeks, “Please.”

Seeing this man crumble before you should feel good. It was only last week that he had assaulted you, mercilessly taking advantage of your body, showing no mercy. He was so strong back then, and look at him now.

But seeing him in this state doesn’t feel good. The pain you feel is excruciating, almost worse than what he had put you through that day.

“Oh Gyutaro,” you can’t stop your tears from flowing, “I’ll never leave you.” Sobbing as you crawl into the bed beside him. He latches onto you like a child holding onto its mother.

Gyutaro wraps his arms and legs around you, clutching onto you like if you left it’d mean he’d die. His only comfort would be gone and he’d lose it. Nuzzling his head into your chest, he soaks in your warmth as he rides out the painful spasms that shake through his body.

“You’re safe with me,” you whisper to him, stroking his hair to comfort him, “I will never abandon you.”

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arkham-blurbs · 1 year

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Arkham Asylum is a terrible and unethical place that treats its patients like sub-humans. Not only do the doctors and guards in the Asylum treat them like that but the police and the Batman most of the time do as well. Despite the fact that the city sends them to get mental health care, everyone has already given up on the idea of them ever getting better. Having said that can you imagine how lonely that must be for the Rogues, to have no one advocate for you when your treated badly, to instead have the people meant to help you hate you instead? To look so different and behave oddly, how lonely it must be to have no one on your side. No one except each other of course.

They’re kept in the same cell block together, away from all the other patients. They can hear each other all the time, see each other pacing or panicking or breaking down. It’s Riddler who watches a bruised Scarecrow get dragged back from his ‘Therapy Session’ barely concussion and he’s the one who sits next to the cell glass and shows him how to put his arm back into place. He’s also the one distracting him from the pain with an endless supply of riddles and questions about Scarecrows work. It’s the fearsome Scarecrow who sits with his back to his cell wall and spends hour quietly reciting poetry back and forth with the Mad Hatter, till he calms down from his panic attacks. His therapist makes no progress in pulling out Killer Crocs humanity but he does calm down when the Mad Hatter waste away the hours telling him stories through the pipes.

Killer Croc is the only one who can touch Ivy during her freak outs. The poison in her skin burns his scales and her thorns dig into his arms but he holds her until her rage dies down and she wilts in his arms. Ivy has a specialty cell meant to keep the light out, Mr. Freeze also has a specialty cell next to hers for his body temperature meaning they are even further isolated from the others. They keep each other sane, Ivy listening for hours as Freeze reminisces about Nora and when he gets tired she fills the silence with talk of flowers and gardening tips.

Freeze speaks loudly with his stories so his voice will carry to one of the isolation cells, Arkham has a habit of echoing. Victor Zsasz listens to the stories and calms his breathing down as he tries to imagine life outside of the four foam walls he’s been trapped in for, a while. It’s easy to loose track of time in these cells as nothing ever changes. It’s Zsasz who claws up some of the foam so he can tap the wall between his cell and the one next door. He sends messages in Morse code to the other solitary confinement cell belonging to the Clown Prince of Crime himself. Joker clings to messages sent between the wall as it’s the only contact he gets outside of the guards coming into his cell. The message is the same one they all tell each other, in their worst moments.

Be strong, I’m still here.

#arkham asylum #Rogue Family Au #batman #edward nygma #riddler #jonathan crane #scarecrow #jervis tetch #mad hatter #waylone jones #killer croc #pamela lillian isley #poison ivy #victor fries #mr freeze #victor zsasz #joker

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a note heard in heaven - 06

mizu x fem!reader | au based on the film the handmaiden | word count: 11,078 | warnings: mdni. this series will contain sexual and dark themes, including: abuse, sex, sexual assault/harrasment, period typical misogyny, murder, allusions to suicide, and period typical stigmas against mental health.

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a/n: beginning note for context: most of this chapter is within the context of the reader going through memories of their childhood, meeting mizu, and previous events of the story that happened with mizu, but moreso from the reader's perspective. also, it has the brunt of the tagged topics (abuse, suicide) but i tried my best at writing things with only as much detail as i thought they needed to have to advance the plot. take care and enjoy!

You’ve lived in this manor for a long time. From crying child to complacent adult, most of your memories are within the walls of the estate. Purgatorial fog covered the recollections of your haunted youth– knowing you were raised purely to be what you are now. A well; to be dipped into, whether it be for money or pleasure. To receive nothing in return. Nothing good, at least. No matter how far you go from that place, you’ll still flinch when you think of it. It’s why, even in the back of the carriage as you and Taigen are leaving the asylum, you grow distant. Strings of what used to be lingering fuzzily in your mind, as if the fear wants to eat away at you.

Just like it did when you were a child.

In that same dreary library, attending your reading lessons even then, that’s where horror first began its feast with you. It’s where you’d first hear the words ‘bitch’ from your eventual fiance. Where he had first met your skin with bruising metal beads. Your hands, your knuckles. They had stayed painfully red for weeks. He’d tell you to remember it. He’d tie the metal beads to the obi around your waist. Really burn it into your mind for any time after that you wanted to act out. What part of you had fear gulped into its belly then? And what part did it chew on when you were given your own bedroom, away from your dear aunt?

Madam Kaji had told you a tall tale that night. Your new room suffocated in deep shadows, curtains drawn to dim the glow of the moonlight. You remember begging her to light a candle in your room. Desperately, because while you knew you couldn’t ask for two, you might have a chance at one. Just one light to protect you. Any sense of security or safety in this place was scarce– so much so that you weren’t even surprised when the older woman sneered down at you, refusing. That doll you owned– the one you seemingly carried with you everywhere– was the only semblance of warmth you ever felt here. She crouched down, level with your eyesight. Pointing her lantern towards the door, she spoke in a hushed tone, telling you all about the ogre who’d burst into your room if it heard you scream or cry. How it’d smother you until you could no longer manage to make even a whisper of a sound. You thought you heard the now familiar sound of a stomach growling.

Until your aunt came through that very door, spooking both you and Madam Kaji.

She had tsked, shaking her head. “Don’t be scaring little ones like that.”

Her pointed glare towards the elder woman was obvious as she used her own candle to light your lamp, which had eased your fears at least a little. You remember her to have always been that kind. Always looking out for you, in a world where nobody else was. The first person to make you feel like maybe you did belong. That despite whatever horrific paths you’d find yourself on, you weren’t entirely alone. But those heartfelt moments grew to be few and far between through the interference of your eventual fiance. Short lived too, washing down the drain alongside what fragments of faith you had left. That man had doled out cruelty and punishments equally between you and your aunt, snuffing out any sense of joy in your lives.

You had learned a lot from the woman, regardless.

Like when she told you to hold out your hands, dropping a photo of your mother into your outstretched palms. Did you know, decades later, you’d be asking the same question she had?

“And me? Everybody says I don’t compare to my big sister.” She spoke with her head turned, displaying her side profile.

You must’ve spent hours looking at that picture after that. You never knew her, the only testament to her as a person being the stories passed down from your aunt. Tracing a finger down the slope of her nose, then your own. Perhaps you’d never compare, either. Not like it mattered, when every step of your life was decided for you. You wouldn’t have to compare, you would just have to exist. No desires, no grudges. No mind to dwell on the truth of your life. Just pieces of a blank slate hastily kept together by the desperation of the people around you greedily trying to take your wealth.

Despite any punishment, you’d still act out any way you could. You’d giggle and point at the dirty words and pictures in those books you were forced to read during your lessons. When your aunt would point and verbalize the parts of the human body across from your eventual fiance, you were to repeat them. You’d chuckle as she’d point out the lower areas– noticing the displeasure on the man’s face. He’d descend upon you and your aunt quickly, leaving you teary eyed and frowning.

It wasn’t long after that that you found out what a mental hospital was. The threats to send you away to one of them were frequent, becoming a little more real each time you acted out. You had been told that this sort of hysteria was typical in the women of your family– he had side-eyed your aunt at that particular comment– and that it’d do you good to get your lunacy treated. That they’d bury you into the depths of cold soil. Cover it up until you ‘improved’, after which you’d become a fucking dog to them. Leashed. Detailing the frightening ways these hospitals would treat their patients, it made your aunt start running. She had made a desperate attempt to get out of the library before that lever was pulled and the gate had shut in her face, much like it did to Mizu when she first tried to get in.

You wished you were brave enough to try.

You watched your aunt slowly grow sicker. Older now, and able to reminisce, you now knew the cause of that sickness. Those fucking readings he’d make her do during his bidding sessions. To an audience of men, delighting in a well put together woman voicing off lewd words. When he’d make her read the story of women getting defiled, smoking men gathered on the steps to view her. They’d have their own cushions and tables, treated with the highest regard to further his own influence among these sadistic individuals. At the end of it all one man would go home with the crass material, and your fiance would be even richer. You’d watch with a heavy heart from the doorway of the library as she finished up, dabbing at her cheeks with a folded handkerchief. That smile she gave to you– deeper with pity and sympathy than you could describe at the time.

When she’s found dead the next day, you think she took with you the last scrap of hope you had left. Her body swayed from the branch of that cherry tree outside your window. A servant had swiftly carried you away, trying to tear your eyes away from the gruesome scene.

You visited that tree often. Thinking of your aunt protecting you, as best she could, from the harsh realities of the world you lived in. Something about you swears those flowers bloomed even more beautifully– their hue a vibrant pink, fragrant and sweet. Your aunt’s soul in a rush of floral glory. Arms above your head, you’d let yourself feel the breeze and swing just like she did.

What acts of defiance did you have left in you?

Exhaustion buckled you into silent submission.

The estate grew with you, over time. Adulthood made little change in you, but the manor morphed beyond itself. Renovations to the library changed its appearance, now seeming more opulent. Pools of clear water embedded in the tatami floor, bonsai trees, and sections of pure white sand adorned with rocks adding a scenic flair to the room. Despite all the change, you were still just as terrified of the library as you used to be. The death of your aunt was nothing to your now fiance– the ‘proposal’, if you could call it that, happened shortly after– his only concern was those books of his. Eventually, he had replaced your aunt with… you.

In your heart, you know that your aunt’s most profound regret was that she could not save you from him.

Candlelight lit the room, your hushed voice rolling through like a fog. Crude details of sex falling on perverted ears. Bondage, whips. The faces of your listeners staring into you, hanging onto every syllable you speak. Their legs begin to tremble the more you delve into the story, the peak imminent. A new man you’ve never seen before sits proudly. Not as jittery or obvious as the others, though his eyes are just as intense.

The Count. You know him now. His ulterior motives, too. In your memories, that’s apparent in hindsight. The intense look in his eye is not that of perversion, but rather, trickery.

Your performance continued that night. Men had begun to fan themselves, fidgeting. With the last word having been read, you watched your fiance stand, describing the origins of the book and how he’d gotten his hands on it. Aristocratic nonsense that’d bore you to death. The Count had chimed in to the conversation, striking a nerve within your fiance as you see him light up at whatever he said. Mentioning an author by name, you assume. The book is flipped around to the audience to show the one problem.

An illustration, torn from its place. Only the hint of it remains in the ripped edge still holding onto its bindings.

“Before the bidding starts,” His hand waves over to you, gesturing for everyone to gaze your way. “We’ll have a demonstration.”

You’d be disrobed of the extravagant kimono you had on to reveal a lighter one underneath. With the pulling of a few levers, a wooden mannequin with maneuverable limbs would be lowered from the ceiling, coming to rest in front of you. Removing the pins from your hair as you let it down, you’d have to straddle the puppet’s legs, your own obi wrapped around its waist. You’d be bound to it, this way. An unfortunately visceral feeling of eyes crawling on whatever inch of skin they could see made your mouth dry, you remember. Your fiance would set up all the ropes on the model, it eventually coming to be hoisted in the air, you still secured in its lap. Below you, you could faintly make out the image of the many men leaning forward in their seats, as if to study your form. Leaning backwards to imitate the position you’d read out earlier, you could feel your stomach begin to turn. Your mind had grown fuzzy after that, barely perceiving the suggestive speech going on about you.

Your next clear memory of that night was of you sneaking your way through the manor. Many shortcuts were riddled throughout the strange architecture. Above the library was a particular wall. From your side, you were able to slide it aside and peer into the room below. Convenient, when you wanted to catch your fiance’s wrongdoings. Sat at one of the tables was The Count, carefully replicating an illustration from a book. A forgery. Yet their discussion landed at the one topic you expected; women, and particularly which women The Count figured he could successfully lay with during his time at the manor.

He clicked his tongue. “There is… only one who would refuse me here.”

“Madam Kaji?” Your fiance raised a brow at that.

“Your former wife who you still share a bed with?” The Count scoffed. “She’d come to my door in an instant if I showed her the right attention.”

“Then who?”

“The lady…” At his words, you peered through the slots in the wall as best you could. Anticipating his next sentence with great anxiety. “She didn’t look away when she saw me. Even if I were to meet her tonight… I couldn’t. Her body is cold, and her eyes… they have nothing. I’m certain her soul is dead inside. Go easy on her.”

You had gulped at that, slumping back a bit as the two began smoking together. At that time, your fiance had just laughed at the implications of The Count’s statement.

You found out soon after that that The Count had offered himself up to give you painting lessons; something he claimed was expected of all the ladies he met in England, where he had studied. Your fiance had insisted on the two of you sharing a meal with him. A gesture of kindness he bestowed only to those like-minded to him. You were never very lucky in receiving any sort of grace from him. When he was ushered away by a servant to take care of some important matter, The Count leaned on his elbows towards you.

“He will only be gone for a little while,” He said, eyes fixed on you despite their brief glance to where your fiance had run off to. “There’s something I’ve come to discuss with you about your future. You’ll see me waiting by the stone lamp at nightfall.”

For some reason, you had decided just this once to see. Your life had been vapid and essentially pointless after your aunt had passed– your handmaidens were not kind to you, Madam Kaji was too busy to entirely get along with you, and your fiance… well, you didn’t want him to like you to begin with. It didn’t surprise you that, after going so long without it, the tiniest glimmer of hope made your chest feel like it was bursting as you waited for midnight to come. You had sent your handmaiden away, off to some other wing of the estate so she wouldn’t be privy to whatever The Count wanted to tell you. After you heard her footsteps depart, you took a peek past the curtain of your window.

And there he stood, cigarette lit in his hands gazing back up at you. Eventually he had sauntered off out of your eyesight, but you could guess where he was going. Only minutes later was there a knock at your door.

“I’m not looking forward to having rumors spread about the two of us,” You spoke through the door, guarded. Your doll sat comfortably in your arms. “What do you want?”

“Look, it was really hard getting here,” He sneered. “I don’t need any of your princess sass. I’m the son of a farmhand, and I’ve spent a long time trying to get the skills to meet you. Bookmaking, forgeries. I came here to attract you, get rid of you, and take your money, but…”

He briefly trailed off, leaving you to wonder why. He cleared his throat after some contemplation, continuing.

“I don’t think I’m the type who would be able to seduce you, to put it in plain terms.”

You had snorted at that, opening the door. “You’d be right.”

The man had then allowed himself into your room. “So, I’ve thought of a new deal. In exchange for about,” He makes a motion with his hand to imply he’s thinking. “Half of your fortune, it can be a rescue operation. We get married, I take you far away, we split the money.”

“That’s not going to work.”

“So you rather marry that old pervert and stay here than even try?” He asked.

“I’m not going to marry anyone.” You seethed, backing away from him as you let your words sink in.

“And what of your wealth if you simply die like that? It’ll all go to him and he’ll just repeat the process from the beginning.” While he makes a good point, you can’t shake the years of trained fear of your fiance.

“He’ll… he’ll follow us,” You’ve started to quiver, securing your arms tighter around your doll. “The basement. He’ll put us in the basement.”

“What?”

You take a deep breath, eyes becoming distant. “After my aunt passed, I read in a book that there are certain things that happen to the body after being hanged. However, when I saw her body… none of the signs were there. When I asked my fiance about it, he asked if I wanted to go somewhere nice. He pulled up some of the tatami mats from the floor, leading me down a staircase.”

Even now, you could never forget the chill that seeped through your sock clad feet descending those stairs. How his words sunk in, that what had happened to your aunt was a consequence. A punishment for an attempted escape. The purpose of this room became more than clear to you; the variety of strange tools and objects. A lot of things that your mind couldn’t parse at the time. Your head throbbed at the lack of light, the underground room feeling like it was closing in on you.

A shiver courses through you. “I will never go back there again.”

The Count nods after hearing you recount your experience, exhaling noisily and rubbing his chin. “This,” He held up a small vial of an unknown liquid. “Is opium. If he ever gets a hold of you again, you can drink all of it and be dead within minutes.”

In your panic addled state, you grabbed for it eagerly. Before you could get a hold of it, he had swiped it out of reach.

“Not yet. It’ll be a wedding gift,” He huffs, shaking his head. “Quite a grim one, at that…”

Your annoyance was clear as you rolled your eyes, willing the prick of tears to go away. In that moment you knew you had to try. If your aunt could not save you, then you would save yourself.

“Then…” You wandered over to the windowsill, taking a seat on it. “Bring someone to be my handmaiden. We can send her to a madhouse under my name. I want… I want my name to be buried there. ‘I’ won’t exist after that.”

He agreed. Especially considering the plan to get rid of your current handmaiden would be to bed her. The repercussion of which would be Madam Kaji kicking her out, of course. With her commitment to routine and keeping everything in order, it’d be the very next day that your new handmaiden arrived.

Mizu.

Unbeknownst to most people– maybe your aunt or fiance had known, you weren’t sure– that spot on your door was a peephole, facing outwards into the handmaiden’s quarters. You watched Mizu fumble with her luggage, placing it away and out of sight. In a move that shocks you, she hesitantly slid the screen to your room over, peering inside. When you looked back, you saw how the lump of your blankets on the bed slightly resembles your figure. As if you were laying there, unaware of Mizu’s presence. Gently, you thud your doll against your door, spooking Mizu into shutting the door and scrambling into bed.

“Fuck.” You heard her whisper.

Your grin widens.

Mizu is exactly what you had asked for from Taigen; a foolish girl who wouldn’t know any better. But… isn’t that exactly what she thought of you, too? You knew it, by the way she looked at you with those sad eyes when you had screamed for your mother, faking a nightmare. A bit of a dirty trick to play on her first night, you admit. Even so, that didn’t stop you from being amused at the charade of it all. Taigen had suggested that you show off all your fancy belongings to her– every finely made kimono, the glamorous jewelry. Her awkwardness was more than obvious. The fact that she had never come face to face with such expansive amounts of wealth was clear every time her blue eyes widened or lit up at the various items you showed her. She… was endearing, actually.

So much so that when you found out about the other servants stealing her shoe, it genuinely enraged you. Something you hadn’t felt for a long time. Most of your emotions had boiled down to dull nothingness after years of complacency. You found little value in feeling anger, much less expressing it. With your servants lined up in front of you, you’re sure they too could sense the unease in the air. Arms crossed tightly, you stared them down.

“Which one of you took her shoe?”

At the far end, one of the servant girls is quick to bow on the ground, tears in her eyes. She must’ve known it was better for her to concede, confessing her guilt rather than letting the information reach Madam Kaji. You nodded, feeling at least a little relief she had done so.

“If she ever runs because of something any of you do to her, I will personally throw you out myself,” You sigh. “Fuck.”

You had some inkling of an idea back then, that your feelings for her were already… complicated. Those moments you had felt her eyes on you– piercing, with heavy lids, just watching you– you couldn’t suppress the thrill you felt. Taigen had told you a little bit about her. How she had grown up poor and mostly went back and forth between either the woman who took her in or that elderly man she trained under for some time. You knew her to be strong, capable. Though, she was a bit like you, wasn’t she? Not very well acquainted with the art of social skills. She certainly didn’t know much about the way of nobles like you, so her suspecting you as being just as conniving as her was unlikely. You had never felt close to someone like this, at least not someone your own age. Other handmaidens would often cower before you, not because you had specifically done anything to them, but because of Madam Kaji’s strict standards. Mizu, though? She filled your time with genuine conversation and laughter. Maybe not the most smiles because she wasn’t exactly one to outwardly express herself, but that slight upturn of the edge of her lips– you could’ve kissed her the first time you saw it. Her entire face deserved the downpour of kisses you wished to give it. Forehead, eyebrows, the lids covering her striking eyes that didn’t scare you, cheeks, the tip of her nose often reddened by the cold rainy weather, lips, chin. You truly did think of her, late at night when your back would hit the cushioned softness of your mattress.

That bath didn’t help either. Absent-mindedly, you find your tongue running over the tooth she had smoothed down. Hoping to quell how much you missed her with whatever faint trace of metal that thimble had left behind. Hoping that, if your taste buds found that metallic tang, it could calm the way your heart pounded.

It came to be a fond memory of yours– how she had so gingerly taken your face in her hands. The pads of her fingers were calloused, rough on your own skin. You desperately wished there had been no thimble barring you from feeling her thumb trace across your teeth, your tongue. If she had asked you, you would’ve gladly closed your lips around her. Hers was a painless authority– your obedience to her was not beaten into you. You supposed… you just liked her. That notion of you being hers, and her being yours? A thread of a thought that you could barely unravel before you watch her eyes trail down your body. With how bright they are, it’s impossible to not notice the way her pupils dilate, especially when you see her throat bob as her eyesight aligns with your breasts. You had seen many, many men with wandering eyes. Impolite, sleazy gazes that made you squirm in discomfort. You wonder if her staring was a result of arousal, too? Mizu was unlike them, though. While her thoughts may have been impure, her hands stayed only where you asked them to. Never seeking out more than you wished to give. However, you craved for her to keep looking. There was almost a pained whimper from you as she peeled away, removing her thumb from your mouth. How easy would it be to grasp her wrist, drag her hand down your body until she was rolling her fingers over your most sensitive parts?

“Go ahead and finish washing.” You notice the way her voice had lowered, gotten huskier.

She sits with her back to the tub, arms crossing tensely. Behind her, you could make out the visible red tint speckled across the tops of her ears. To you, the silence is comfortable, but you’re sure that it’s agony to Mizu. Smiling, you hoist yourself to your knees, taking two movements to situate yourself behind her.

“Mizu?” Your voice is breathy, right next to her ear, that gets even redder.

“What?” She snaps at you a bit, but you pay it no mind.

“Do you want to come in, too?” If you didn’t feel it would push the limits, you would’ve planted a kiss right behind her ear.

Another on her neck below it. She’s frozen, not answering you while she’s deep in thought. Probably weighing her odds– would this be something you’d go running to Madam Kaji about if she said yes? You knew you wouldn’t, but you’re not sure how to assuage those doubts in her. Mizu turns to you, a smirk on her face that sends an arrow through your heart.

She leans in close, barely space between you two at this point. “Maybe next time, princess.”

The likelihood of you falling in love with her increased tenfold after that. Even as Taigen had told you to occupy all her time, to ensure that she thinks you’re falling in love with him at a snail’s pace. As if you’d fall in love with him at all, you wanted to scoff.

You couldn’t. You were on a nosedive, falling hard for the girl he had sent to be your servant. The one you were supposed to send away. Her presence now burnt into every joyous moment you could think of. Dinner, where Taigen had called you breathtakingly beautiful. A brief flash in your mind compared to how Mizu’s body had engulfed the rest of your memory. Dressing her, giving her those earrings to wear, having her look like a noble lady in front of you. Removing every garment one by one, too. Despite the glove in between, letting your hand follow the dips of her shoulder blades. Laughing with her after your painting lessons, or on that walk where she had cradled you so kindly. Having been deprived of true affection and feeling her palms against your cheeks as she talked you out of those bleak thoughts.

It was companionship.

When you thought of how this scheme was going, the way Mizu would never be yours if it came to fruition– you could barely fathom it. Finally, here is what you think you were made for. A woman who you would do anything to call your own, but with her came that cruel twist of fate that this would be it for you two. How hellish that you’d have to put up with Taigen’s grabby hands and crude remarks for the entirety of it, too?

That day it had rained, with the two of you back at the estate waiting for Mizu to return was one such occurrence. You had slapped his hand away from your arm, eyes going wide with annoyance.

“Ugh, you men are so simple.” You mumble.

“What?” Taigen snorts. “I’m just playing around. Your fiance’s making you read too many of those books, hm? I’m not after your body, only your money.”

He had pinched your cheek, your arm, and then your ass, which you fiercely swat away.

Mizu had gone stomping around the manor, you being unaware that she had seen Taigen so boldly touching you. You had seen her in the night, sitting straight up and sighing. Her anger was so freely expressed in those eyes of hers. When she looked Taigen’s way, her hatred of him was unmistakable.

At this point, yours probably was too.

Sitting on that rock in the forest, nearly in his lap, you had told him as much. He had insisted the two of you had to make the proposal believable. Mizu would have to see the two of you tangled together in order to truly think you had accepted. You had reluctantly agreed, though the nausea in your belly wasn’t soothed at all. He had made a comment to pretend he was that wooden mannequin, and he’d pretend you were another woman as well.

You didn’t want him to be the mannequin.

You wanted him to be Mizu.

Balanced in her lap, letting her cup your thighs in her hands. Fingers tracing upwards, creating a path of flames that licked deep into your bones. Her mouth on yours, frantic and frenzied with desire, the absolute need to be close to each other. You needed to be close to her because you loved her. In all your convoluted years of living, for once, laying with her, you had felt that first twinge of simultaneous fulfillment and heartbreak. Your heart, beating once, fed itself full on the fantasy of being together with Mizu. Beating once more, it collapsed when you heard her distressed cry for you, rooted to her spot in the forest as she saw you kissing Taigen.

With all the pain in her voice, the slight watery quality to her eyes, you could’ve never guessed that she too, was shattering.

A cool breeze wafted through the library, chilling your skin. You cleared your throat, watching all the men in attendance for tonight’s bidding settle into their spots. Taigen, of course, is there too. The story laid out in front of you made you pause, knowing its contents by the title alone after having practiced it for so long.

Depicted in the erotic tale was a relationship between two women. Describing how one of them was given a small box– four small silver bells contained within. A gift for her and her lover. As you read aloud, you notice the room growing dimmer. Regardless of the candlelight fading, you were able to continue. The two women would take two bells inside of them. Legs parted and meeting each other in the middle, the melodic notes would ring as they moved against each other. Tongue wetting your dry lips, you try to keep your focus on your speech. The illustration portrayed in the book below has you nearly tripping over your words, a momentary glimpse of it recalling Mizu to mind. To feel her, no bothersome fabric blocking you from her bare skin. To willingly allow yourself that vulnerability with her. Feeling her weight, her heat, the bumps of scars littered across her skin that you wanted to kiss, wanting to take away every ill thought she may have ever had. Feel the roughness of her hands finding every part of you with curiosity and desire, no trace of malice or greed.

Abruptly, applause rang out in the darkened room. You had barely even noticed that you finished reading.

Even dabbing at your heated skin with that folded handkerchief, you couldn’t shake those thoughts of Mizu away.

Your nerves had gone cold once darkness fully encompassed the estate. Were you even sure of how you got here? Mizu, hovering over you, eyes set on the rise and fall of your bare chest.

“If he sees you like this…” She’s mumbling, so rapidly you can barely make out what she said.

In seconds, she’s descended onto you, her tongue circling around your nipple. You can feel the way her hand slides to your side, nails dipping into your tender skin. A futile attempt for her to cling onto what little restraint she has left. You know she probably thinks of you as something dainty, easily broken if treated haphazardly. Bite. You wanted to tell her. Mark you so even when the two of you were no longer, you could trail over the scarred teeth marks. Bruise. Let you see the way her love erupts across you, let her pour every ounce of unabashed need into them. Rather, her lips close around you in a languid suck, dragging an open-mouthed gasp from your throat. On impulse, your fingers card their way through her hair, pulling while you try to hold onto the last shreds of your stability. You can feel her chest rumble against your abdomen right before she’s planting wet kisses against you. She travels up your body, following the natural contours of your shape until she reaches your chin. Pulling back, she looks down at you. Her eyes, somehow even brighter than the moonlight, cause your lips to part. Mizu’s beautiful. You could see her like this every night. Every hour, and still not tire of it.

Tears dot along your lower lids, partially out of pleasure as she teases her fingers around your nipple, but also out of an indescribable anguish. Mizu was not an easy woman to read. With you two playing the roles of blushing virgin and warm mentor, did this mean anything to her? Was it only because you asked her to show you how The Count would touch you, a thinly veiled attempt to seduce her? She handled you with such a sweet touch,it was hard to think that maybe it was nothing special to her.

“Will he be this gentle, too?” You asked, noticing the rasp in your own voice.

“How could he not?” Her lips are so close, tickling your jaw right below your ear. “He’ll do this, too…”

You’re lost in a heady daze of lust as you feel her fingers creep along your calf to reach the hem of your clothing. You’d let her tear it apart if it meant her touching you even a second sooner. She pauses, not moving further until you hurriedly nod, burying your face in her shoulder. The fabric of your robe slips off you with her movements, bunching up under you. As her fingers dive deep below, gliding circles over your clit, you breathe out a wanton laugh. Finally. Mizu was here, touching you, it was meant to be like this. Clutching at her arms, pulling down the straps of her underclothes to rid her of them, you think you could die. What a precious woman to have above you, clawing lines into your sides that’ll unfortunately inevitably fade. Your fingers follow their path, wanting to imprint them upon your consciousness forever.

“Keep showing me,” You can barely speak, muttering. “Do it like The Count would.”

Briefly pausing the journey of her tongue down the dips of your thighs, she nods against you, huffing out a near mindless ‘uh-huh’. Traveling upwards from the inner crease of your knee, she licks a stripe up your thighs, her hot panting warming the cool trails of saliva.

“The Count will tell you that you’re soft, warm, and…” She’s grabbing your legs, putting your feet flat on the mattress with your knees raised and spread. Her head knocks against you as she leans, eyelids fluttering when she gazes at your center. “Breathtakingly beautiful.”

You’ve raised yourself up to your elbows at this point. Her hair tie had come loose, dark locks flowing down past her shoulders. With the moonlight bathing her in a halo, you wanted to tell her. Tell her she’s an angel. Beg for her to not leave you, as pathetic as it’d make you look. Anything to make it so that just the two of you could exist together, you didn’t care where. You’d put up with every disgusting pervert in the world if it meant she stayed by you. If, at the end of the night, you could have her slip into your bed– whether your bodies met in a flurry of excitement or not, you wanted her there.

Her hesitance, though, was noticeable. While you enjoyed the stroke of her palms against your thighs, you worried if she had any intention to do this– to want this. You swipe a thumb over her cheekbone, startling her as her irises dart to you. There’s an emotion you couldn’t quite discern in them. In hindsight, you recognize it as the same way you’ve looked at her all this time.

Lovesickness.

Petting at her hair, you smile down at her. “Would The Count be staring like this, too?”

“Sorry,” The breath of her laugh washes over you. “He would.”

With her apprehension seemingly gone, she presses a chaste kiss to your clit– so charming of her it makes you whine. Her eagerness is shoddily hidden behind her subtle actions, tongue rolling over you in leisure strokes. But her hands, gripping onto the outside of your thighs to hold you down, are shaking. It’s less like she’s keeping you steady and instead trying to maintain her own sanity. The tentative lapping had soon turned more confident, Mizu becoming more assured each time you moaned or gasped. Greedily trying to push your hips up, you feel Mizu’s palms flatten over you, exerting enough force to keep your lower body grounded to the mattress. Still, in at least some way to satisfy you, she speeds the movements of her tongue, the rhythmic patterns it traces over your clit. Her eyes flutter open to peer up at you. You can practically feel her smile into your cunt as you uselessly try to halt the wobble of your thighs. Your head buzzes with the way her noisy slurping echoes in your ears, the way you feel like your very fucking existence is driven down to this singular point of your arousal, the way the tip of her tongue dips shallowly into you. She hardly ever pauses, the rumbling of her groans and heavy breaths shooting pleasure up your spine.

“Miss,” Reluctantly, she had pulled herself off of you, head still between your thighs and mouth stained with your translucent arousal. “Should I keep showing you?”

You whimper, sitting up and wrapping your arms around her waist. You gulped in doubt, wondering how to word your next thoughts.

“Mizu… I want to,” Your eyes dart down to where she’s shed her underclothes, completely bare before you. “Can I?”

You were hopelessly, unequivocally in need of it. A hunger you needed to sate, to please the most beautiful girl you’ve ever known. Taigen had claimed you a peach. You knew better, though. It was Mizu who was worth adoring– soft in the same way the fuzz of a peach is. More than anything, you wanted to partake in every part of her she’d give you. Scrape your teeth, bite and embrace her down to her innermost pits, until the heat of your humiliating starvation could finally cool. You had always been the one devoured, be it by greed or perversion– just once, you wanted to be the ravenous one.

You’ve noticed now that she blushes very easily, up her neck all the way to the tips of her ears becomes bathed in a red flush. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of her lips, finding that you taste a bit of your own wetness.

“Okay,” She nods, chest falling with a heavy exhale. “Like this.”

Mizu effortlessly moves you in her arms, positioning you both so that you’re on your sides. She’s got you between her thighs and her between yours. Part of you wanted to scold her and tell her you just wanted to fuss over her. Mizu’s seemingly content though, a soft sigh escaping past the lewd noises of her tongue. If the scene weren’t so erotic you’d have laughed, told her how cute she is. You’re not sure if she would’ve listened, having always averted her attention away from any compliments you tried to give her, but she really was.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you take her thighs in your hands and part them, making space for yourself. Your breath caught in your throat, immediately latching your mouth to her clit.

She’s loud.

Practically wailing at the first suck, the way you messily circle your tongue over her, over and over. Her voice reaches a pitch you’ve never heard from her. It fuels you, fuels the way you lay the flat of your tongue against her. A wordless plea, begging to hear even more of her moans. You quickly become addicted to her– her sounds, her taste, the feel of her cunt as she tries to ride her hips into your face. You collect every pearl of slick from her onto your tongue so you can eagerly drink its sweetness, pangs of heat throbbing within you with every drop you savor. Mizu keens into you, rutting more and more the longer you lap away at her.

You think you could for the rest of your life, sustain yourself only on the wetness that drips from her.

More. The word repeats itself in your mind as you’re shifting away from her, pulling her up and into your lap. Knees firmly planted by your sides and pelvis raised, you sneak your hand below her. Cupping her arousal in your palm and thumbing at her clit, you smile up at her. Her moans are these sharp intakes of air, lustful gasps that leave your thighs hopelessly squeezing together. Eye-level with her breasts, it’s an urge you can’t resist– taking her peaked nipple between your teeth and biting. She lets out a stuttered laugh, an angelic sound that you hope the beat of your heart replicates forever, holding you by the back of your head and snuggling you closer to her. You let your middle finger swirl against her entrance, half-lidded eyes staring up at her from where you’re still pressing kisses to her chest. Mizu swallows, teeth digging into her lower lip as she nods. Laving your tongue over her, you sink your digit inside her. She writhes a little at the intrusion, welcoming the stretch regardless. She’s more than wet enough to take it, you muse. Pushing in and out, you relish in the way her warmth clenches around you, the way her body wants you, tries to suck you back in as if you’re a vital missing piece. Biting into the soft side of her breast, you tease your ring finger alongside the other. When you feel her walls adjust to both, you fasten your pace.

“Mizu,” You’re mumbling into the valley of her chest, chaste kisses left behind in the wake of your words. “Do you like this?”

That blush of hers is dappled across her skin again, collarbones, neck, cheeks and ears dusted with a brilliant ruddy hue. Her lips shut into a tight line, hiding a warbled and muffled moan, a pitiful ‘yes’ slipping out.

“Do you like me?” You’re grinning, though you’re aware of the way your eyes must look glazed over, a collection of tears on your waterline.

Energetically nodding, she lets her hands wander up your arms, steadying on your shoulders as her hips move on their own accord in tandem with your fingers, before continuing on to take hold of your cheeks. Like she’s ready to take care of you before you even ask her to, before anything is visibly wrong, she just knows.

“Promise, then,” You’re crying now, tears having fallen down the slope of your face, hiccuping an almost grief-stricken sob. “Promise you won’t betray me.”

Mizu’s lips part, brows furrowing as she shakes her head. “Never, I never will.”

Her words tumble off into gasping, pitchy moans. Your chin on her sternum as you look up at her, your tears finally slowing. You had heard what you had wanted all this time– she promised. Her utterance of devotion, a rush of cool water over every piece of fiery anguish within you. You loved her. You loved her, and the knowledge that you do finally makes your world quiet. No nagging, lingering fear. No ogre waiting in the shadows to smother you. No unnecessary pains doled out upon your innocence. For a moment, one that would be all too short even if it lasted for eternity, the two of you are the only people that exist. No fiance, no Taigen.

Mizu, and just Mizu.

She places her hands on your shoulders, pushing you backwards so you hit the mattress with a thud. After some shuffling around, you’re able to take hold of her hand, using it to grind your pussy against hers. Mizu’s mouth drops open, eyes wide as she imitates your motions. The two of you are perfectly slotted together. Every feverish, wet pass of your clit over hers has you nearly collapsing. Your breaths mingle together, slipping out as heated sighs.

“How,” Mizu swallows thickly, trying to catch her breath. “How do you know these things?”

You just smile at her, shaking your head. Gripping her hand a little tighter, you’re able to thrust against her faster. You’re only vaguely aware of the way your inner thighs become coated in the mixture of your arousals, feeling like you’re coming apart at the seams. Mizu’s moans pick up in pace, hitching every so often when the two of you connect in a pleasurable jolt. Her other hand is clutching, nearly clawing at you, wanting so badly to break skin and leave marks on you. With her mouth falling open wide, eyes trained on you, Mizu tumbles over her peak, the quivering of her thighs noticeable against your own. Her groaning doesn’t stop, an arm flung over her eyes as you can make out the hint of tear tracks by the corners of her mouth, the redness of her cheeks hidden. Hearing her, her loud cries of pleasure as you keep going send you over the edge, a few more slick joinings of your cunts together, and you’re there with her, the current of your arousal running through your body. Finally stilling, you can hear the breathy, lighthearted chuckles of Mizu once you fall backwards, arms spread out on the mattress under you. Mizu crawls the best she can, kissing up your navel to your lips, settling beside you. Her hair’s mussed, the dark tresses flowing behind her, eyes shining and face stippled in pink blush.

What a precious woman to have by you.

That memory was one you came to ruminate on often– especially the day after that, where Taigen had put his hands on you during that painting lesson, bribing Mizu out of the room with a coin. Or at least, attempted to. Her unwillingness to leave had undoubtedly pissed Taigen off tremendously, him storming out down that rocky dirty path. Mizu followed shortly after, as did you, having secretly trailed behind both of them. You had listened in on their conversation, hiding a laugh when Mizu had stomped away after defending you.

Taigen had stood there dumbfounded, looking at you past the branches of trees you lurked behind.

“Can you at try a little fucking harder to pretend you want this marriage before she runs off?” He hisses.

Exhaling, you look out in the distance where Mizu had walked away. “I... can't. I want to quit,” You swallow, hugging yourself close. “I hate everyone here. My fiance, my mother, you...”

Taigen snorts at that, raising a brow. “And Mizu? You feel sorry for her?”

You nod. “I... can't stand her.”

He shakes his head, lighting a cigarette and taking a few drags of it. “Would you care to know some of the things she's said about you? That you're too sheltered. Even if I were to touch you intimately, you'd be completely oblivious to what a man like me wanted. She's only been nice to you out of pity, start being realistic.”

As much as you hated to admit it, you dwelled on his words for much longer than you wanted to. It's an inescapable cycle of blame you go through. It's your fault for not knowing better, then it's Mizu's fault for being so kind to you, and then it's Taigen's for starting this all in the first place; repeat until you're suffocating.

That must be why it's difficult to avoid crying when Mizu insists, yes, you will love Taigen. Resting on that lounge chair, her massaging at your weary calf muscles. When you're ripped from placid waters, thrown right into stifling flames to burn alive, it hurts, you realize. It's the best comparison you can make when Mizu all but tosses you to Taigen's waiting maw, solidifying what he had said to you. Pity. No matter how much you try to assure her that you could be happy here, happy with her, more so than you ever could be with The Count or your fiance, she doesn't budge.

“What if I said I loved someone else?” You asked, feeling the slow rising of warmth up your frame. “I don't have anyone else on this earth... would you really still tell me to marry him?”

Repeating her own words back to her, you hoped she would notice. Take the hint, absolve herself of all this, and be with you. Fix everything, prove she wasn't like everyone else in your life. You want her to be different. You need her to be different. How could she have done all this if she wasn't? Even now as you looked down upon her in anger you could feel the stains of her lips everywhere she had kissed you, could feel the brush of her knuckles across your cheekbone, the way her hands had made your body so pliant. You couldn't comprehend it. How could all of that be worth so little to her that she'd be willing to give it up for a chunk of money? Was that look in her eyes just a trick of the light, your mind's imagination?

Blinking back tears, you watch as she sighs, taking your leg into her hands once more, timidly trying to settle your frustration. “You will love him.” Mizu's looking up at you, the twinge of optimism in her eyes making you sick to your stomach.

She really believes what she's saying. She's doused you in kerosene, her insistence the final motion that sets your body alight. You would've given up this whole fucking charade if she had just kept her promise. You would've done anything to get rid of Taigen, even if it meant staying in this house, just to assure the two of you could be together. But if she doesn't even want it, then what's the point? If she doesn't even want you, then…

“Get out,” You don't even recognize your own voice, faltering with shuddering sobs as you take her by her arms to pull her up to a standing position. “Get out.”

“Wait, miss!” She calls out, but you barely register it before you're dropping her down onto her bedroll, retreating back into your room with the door slammed behind you.

Maybe Madam Kaji was right about ogres waiting to smother you. This world in which you had no one, this world which had been patiently waiting to swallow you whole, will finally get its rightful meal.

You shouldn't have been born.

Silence drenches the night, goosebumps over your skin as the breeze rustles at your clothes, your hair. You're shivering, staring up at that haunted cherry blossom tree. Tears continuously rolled down your cheeks. Fingers trailing down rough bark, wondering if it's worth it to try to ground yourself. Your fury had not been quelled, not in the slightest. In your mind, you could see Mizu's eyes, the way they were practically begging you to fall in love with Taigen. How could you tell her that it's not just that you didn't love him, but you couldn't? How could you have stupidly believed her, that she'd never betray you? Swallowing a laugh, you look down with teary eyes at the box in your hands containing a length of rope.

You shouldn't have been born. Poor, unwanted thing that you are.

Distant thuds reach your ears, harsh and quick breaths– the sound of someone nearly hyperventilating– flooding your senses. Before you can even turn around, you're hit with an overwhelming force, being corralled into a pair of arms.

“Let go.” You whimper, struggling.

“I'm sorry,” Mizu gasps, chest heaving against your back. “Don't... don't die.”

She represses a trembling sigh into your shoulder, the faint moisture of tears dotting the bare skin of your neck. You're surprised, brows raising.

“And what are you sorry for?” You question, seeing if she'll be honest.

“I was working with The Count, we were going to send you away and take your money,” She picks her head up from your shoulder so you can clearly hear her. “So, please... don't get married to him.”

“Are you worried about me?” You turn around in her arms, taking sight of her tear-stricken face. You had never seen her cry, never thought she would, at least not in front of you. “You shouldn't be.”

Taking a step back, she keeps her hands on your arms. “Why not?”

With a thumb pressed into her cheek, you swipe away any stray droplets. “Taigen and I were tricking you. You were going into the madhouse, under my name. Then I'd get to take up your name and run far, far away.”

Her eyes dart across your face, unable to sense any hint of a lie in what you've revealed to her.

“Fuck! I should've never trusted that asshole!” She yells, piercing the quiet of the night.

But her arms are back around your waist, coddling you close to her chest. Like if she can't feel the pressure of your body against hers, you'll be gone, whittled down into infinitesimal shards she couldn't see anymore. Her truth lies in the way her breath evens out, the way she gathers your wrist up in her hands, fingers caressing your pulse point, to lead you back to your room. How she checks behind her every so often to make sure you're alright. Those little actions that make her Mizu, the real one.

Maybe Madam Kaji was wrong about ogres waiting to smother you.

Mizu sits at your desk, carefully writing out a letter to her folks back home, informing them of the new turn of events; the two of you teaming up against Taigen. Placing a solid gold bracelet next to her which she could enclose as payment, you settled down alongside her. Taking the bracelet between her teeth to test its legitimacy, she grinned.

“This'll go far for them, thank you.” She tells you.

When she's feeling genuine happiness, it's hard for her to wipe the smile off her face, you notice. You hope that once you two are able to make it away from all this, she never stops smiling.

So the next morning, when your fiance beckons you over to the side of his carriage, you don't let your fear stop you.

“Just because you have a week of freedom, doesn't mean you can misbehave,” His words were full of venom as he spat them towards you. “Don't forget where I'll put you.”

You take a bow, eyes cast to the cobbled ground. You wouldn't let him get to you, not any longer when you had Mizu there for you. The two of you would be successful, and then you could run so far from this place you wouldn't remember how to get back even if you tried. Nobody would be able to find you again. If they did... you're sure Mizu would have some things to say about that.

Slowly approaching her, you smile, willing any bad thought out of your mind at the sight of her pretty face. “Let's go,” You tell her. “We don't have a lot of time before we have to leave.”

“Come, then.” While she offers you her arm, you're hesitant to take it, choosing to step past her. You would've, but the idea of Taigen still lurking around the estate and the possibility of the other servants not having gone far, you avoid her touch.

You can hear her sigh behind you, though you're aware of the light undertone to it– she knows you're trying to refrain from any rumors cropping up before you leave, lest Taigen catch wind of them. Her steps follow you, wordlessly keeping up. You're thankful she seems to understand why silence befalls the two of you. Though you feel the subtle gesture of her hand at the small of your back, tensing for a moment. Mizu's breath hits your ear when she leans in even closer to you, her raspy voice calling out to you to 'come on'.

There's a moment after packing your things that you turn to her, hands smoothing down her apron. Your fingers are twisting into the fabric, not ready to have her change into her 'disguise’– really just a cloak, her glasses and a kasa, but it does well to hide her face– quite yet. She's always been your handmaiden. Even with it being a role for her to fill, a part to play, she's tended to you with such care. You couldn't wait until you were both just normal people. No ladyship, no servantry. You wanted to dote on her, flood her with all of your affections and have no one bat an eye at it. Though, she pulls your hands from her, holding them in her own. Her thumbs graze across your palms, a distant look in her eye.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask her, which definitely startles her out of whatever daydream she's having.

“About how we need to leave,” Mizu takes your arms in her hands to spin you around to face your luggage. “Let's go, princess.”

That little nickname she's given you makes you roll your eyes, watching as she cloaks herself and puts on her glasses and kasa. The sight almost makes you blush, the way she's effortlessly beautiful and handsome at the same time.

“Actually,” You speak up, turning to her anxiously. “Would you follow me?”

She's unsure, you can tell by the way her eyes squint, but she agrees. After last night, you're sure she's on edge, rightfully so. Finding out the tables were turned on her must've been difficult, but she knows you feel no loyalty to Taigen. Despite everything, you two are each other's safety. Taking her down that stepping stone path to the library, you're not entirely sure where you're going with this. That place had been your whole life, and maybe the idea of leaving it behind was a little terrifying, regardless of the grim reality it held within its walls. Perhaps you just needed to see it one last time, really make sure you were leaving it behind.

Mizu's startled by that ceramic snake again, carefully toeing the barrier between inside and outside. She steps over it once she sees you bypass it, unafraid. You see her briefly grimace at the sight of a small, erotic porcelain statuette. Your fiance has a few of those around, blatantly making his predilections known to those who enter. Perhaps she thought it was just a little one off, a bizarre trinket owned simply for the peculiarness of it. She's corrected when you hand her the volume of some series she's never heard of. Flipping through the pages, she halts when she comes across the illustrated pages. Women in various degrading positions, breasts and nether regions fully drawn. Those blue irises of hers somehow become even icier, glancing from the book, to you, back down to the book.

Her gaze catches on the spinel earrings one of the women is depicted wearing.

“Is this...” Her voice is gravelly, like she's straining to get the words out. “What you've been reading, this whole time? To your fiance, those men that show up?”

You're not sure what you expected when you brought her here. Maybe your whole life, you've known that what's been done to you has been wrong, that you've been used as an object of desire to satisfy certain pleasures. Her anger, though, radiated through you. Tugged on a heartstring so deep within you you thought it had been entirely cut loose. She looks up at you one more time, meeting that teary gaze of yours. Mizu shakes her head, taking that page in her hands and ripping it from its bindings. Striking the long buried part of you that felt you were worth something. Worth fighting for, worth rendering this whole library asunder. Throwing the book on the ground once the drawing is in tiny pieces, she moves forward fast, looking for whatever she can get her hands on and destroy. Her chest heaves with every agonizing huff of breath she inhales, fueled by the heights of her rage. That saddened look in your eye, which had been hardened over time into something you had resentfully accepted– the pure hatred she felt for anyone who had ever betrayed you, tortured you, anyone you had ever read a fucking word to.

Her cape billowed behind her as she moved through the room, grabbing books from their rightful places and hurtling them to the ground below, ultimately damaging their spines and covers. You're trailing after her, a lost puppy watching in amazement. Shreds of paper litter the floor, stepping on them in your rush to follow. Pulling a concealed dagger from you don't know where on her person, she's slashing through the parchment of as many scrolls as she can find. Kneeling on the ground and slicing page upon page. Those familiar stories, all ones you recognized, made useless at the hands of someone who loved you. She yelps, the dagger handle slipping out of her palms with how furious her motions were. It does little to deter her though, collecting it and continuing her assault of the library. Shoving entire rows of novels onto the floor, books ending up in ruined heaps. She throws open one of the glass display cases, the lid shattering upon impact to the floor. Carrying over pots of colored ink, she smears it over the illustrations housed within. Hands stained all manners of red and blue, you can't stop the few tears that finally slowly shed.

You wet your lips, feeling pieces of you come together at this unhinged spectacle of romance. Isn't that what the relationship between you two has been all this time, anyway? An unexpected force that knocked you on your ass the moment you realized you loved her. More than that, the moment you realized she loved you. Yes, exhaustion had buckled you into submission, but love had weathered you into a storm.

Hurrying over to the tatami mat floor, you remove some of them to uncover the shallow pools of water that lay below. Mizu nodded, gathering up piles of the books in her arms to bring them over. Helping her, you could feel your lungs burn, eyes painfully wet with... astonishment? Pain? Some mixture of the two, perhaps. She kicks her shoes off, stepping into the water to fully submerge the books. To the side stands you, holding some more pots of ink. You're petrified. Until she looks up at you, and the fury in her eyes subsides when she sees you, turning into that gaze you know, now.

Lovesickness.

You hurl ink into the water, effectively dyeing the books into a muddle of colors. Joining her in the water, you stomp away, pulling even more books in. Breathing labored, Mizu steps out. Gripping a flat length of metal adorned with a tassel in her hands, she stands before that snake. Steadying it in her hands and widening her stance, she swings hard. Shards of ceramic go flying, the head taken clean off the sculpture.

It's your life in summary. Those bits of shrapnel, the way Mizu had torn your life apart the second she stepped foot in it.

Your savior.

Your Mizu.

There's a renewed vigor in Mizu's movements as she guides you out of the manor. One of her last acts of protecting you before she begrudgingly has to place you in the arms of Taigen to fulfill the rest of the plan. This time, when she offers her arm to you, you take it. She keeps you level over even the most jagged paths, catching you when you stumble. A cobbled wall stands between you and your freedom, slowing down to a stop when you reach it. Mizu drops the satchels you carry to the ground, heading over the wall. Her arms go around your waist, picking you up and placing you down on the other side with little difficulty.When she lands next to you after grabbing your bags, you can't help but smile at her, a dreamy look in your eyes.

“What?” She asks, a hint of awkwardness in her tone.

“Nothing, nothing!” You bump into her with your shoulder.

She sighs, shaking her head but hiding her expression from you. “Come on, we don't have any time to waste.”

Running through grassy fields, the sun finally starts to peek through the treeline. You barely ever have any time to catch your breath, but your rowdy laughter and wide smiles are proof you don't care. You know it won't be long before Taigen meets up with you, taking you away and sending Mizu off into that asylum. For now, you're together. In this world only the two of you exist, where your hands can meet, lips can kiss. Your only witnesses being the fall of the moon and the rising of the sun, the soft blades of grass beneath your feet, the bubbling creeks of water.

Everything up to that point had led you here– Mizu being hauled away, crying out for you. Yet your cheeks hurt from containing your chuckles, the knowledge that Taigen would have everything handed back to him, tenfold. All the unnecessary shit he's put you both through... He'd be nothing in a matter of days.

You click your tongue, clearing the tears out of your eyes.

“I'm hungry, Taigen.”

a/n: so, this chapter is like. over twice the length of any of the others, sorry about that. hopefully that makes sense for why it took longer to update! i would've split this chapter in two, but… i couldn't see it being split in any good way, personally. also, it's likely that the next chapter will be the last, i'm not sure if i'll do an epilogue yet though. anyway, i hope you've all been enjoying the story so far!

#mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #bes x reader #bes x you

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One thing very annoying about Western fandom is they don't realize how to read in between lines in scenes or interviews. A lot of Asia cultures will not state negative things outright, and in Japans case is very polite by nature, what Kishimoto says about Sakura and how he says it makes it super clear how much he hates her, as well as her treatment in the manga, but western fans take everything at face value. She said caught up? she must have. Kishimoto doesn't outright state hate? he doesn't 🤦

Yes. Japanese are not so direct. It's considered rude, especially if you're a famous mangaka.

Remember this interview? When it first came out, many Japanese fans commented how rude Kishimoto was in it, and they started asking if he hates his characters (yes, he does clearly hate Hinata and Sakura). They especially commented on Kishimoto calling Sakura addicted (中毒) and how she must be crazy, a stalker and belong in mental asylum. They commented on her feelings for Sasuke being contrived. But they also did not miss Kishimoto's careful diss at Hinata. They commented saying at least Kishimoto admits Hinata has nothing except her boobs.

I can see why misogynistic men would like Hinata. But it's depressing how Sakura and Hinata have aggressive FEMALE stans who defend these terrible portrayals of women like their life depends on it and call people who dislike them misogynists! The cognitive dissonance is real. And very sad. Even on shonen standards they are the bottom of the barrel.

#anonymous #anti sakura #anti hinata

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herdemonspeaking · 2 months

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Never date/marry a man who:

is a misogynist, is anti-feminist, is religious, is conservative, thinks women should cater to him, doesn't know how to cook, doesn't know how to clean, is a mama's boy, a man-child, expects you to take care of his parents, isn't willing to leave his parent's house to live with you separately, doesn't add value in your life, has a 50/50 mentality, has a traditional mentality, isn't financially stable, isn't emotionally stable, calls himself 'alpha or sigma', is broke, has a high body count, consumes xxx videos, is a drunkie, doesn't support your career and dreams, has the audacity to dictate your life, tells you what to wear, doesn't respect women, use misogynistic slurs like "whore" or "bitch" or "slut" for women he doesn't like, plays video games 24/7, barks too much, prefers physical intimacy over casual intimacy, does not worship the ground you walk on, doesn't believe women are goddesses, is uneducated, is illiterate, is dumb, is a coward, needs therapy, belongs in an asylum, belongs in jail but is free to roam, is a rape apologist, has toxic friends, idolizes misogynist men, is a tater tot, listens to his alpha daddies podcasts, sexualizes women, young girls and children, doesn't find the sexualization of women in movies/shows problematic, is envious of powerful women, isn't okay with you being wealthier than him, calls women "gold diggers" for having high standards his broke ass can't afford, only likes feminine women, but is himself an ugly gorilla who looks like a forest, thinks he deserves to be the first priority in your life, lives in a delusion that you would choose him over your dreams anytime, is miserable, has a victim mindset, is insecure about everything, thinks he's superior to you because he's a man, has an attitude, is egoistic, looks innocent but deserves a slap on his face, makes fun of your hobbies, makes fun of common women's hobbies, is annoying, is being an obstacle in your journey to your dreams, thinks your life should revolve around him, is a narcissist, and, you don't feel safe and loved in his presence.

The list goes on... I will add more red flags 🚩 if/when I find out. Men have been exposing them at an accelerating rate.

Don't make the mistake of ignoring any one of them. Otherwise you will suffer.

Feel free to add more to the list.

*Note* if you see any man crying about this blog, it's because he feels called out. If it's a stupid woman complaining, it's because she is dating one of these red flags and is miserable about the fact that you won't settle with a garbage like she did.

#radical feminist #radblr #radical feminism #radical feminist community #radical feminist safe #feminism #women #independent woman #red flags #men are children #Exposing men

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nekoannie-chan · 3 months

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Love or curse?

Title: Love or curse?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 579 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You and Steve hate each other, or not?

Major Tags: Love bug, curse.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 4:

"Love bug.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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You ran as fast as you could to escape; although you had failed to obtain the Darkhold, you had obtained another important element. You mentally cursed Steve, telling him that you were not the right one for the mission, but he insisted, and of course, everyone listened to him.

But you couldn't stand it, simply because you owed Fury a favor by agreeing to be on the team, not to mention the fact that it seemed Tony had deliberately put you on the missions as a pair.

"Did you bring it?" Steve asked as soon as he saw you.

"Obviously no; I told you we needed a telepath or someone who could open portals; Morgan almost got me; I'm lucky I got out unharmed, but I brought the rest of the stuff," you said, completely annoyed. The only thing he had done all this time was to stay outside on "guard duty."

"We need..."

"Then go and get it," you spat, already tired of Steve's attitude towards you.

"Natasha would have brought it no matter what."

"Then go get her and make her bring it."

"You have powers..."

"And you're a super soldier; I'm only helping them because Fury asked me to; you're unbearable." You started to walk.

None of you realized that Morgan had seen everything; she knew what you had come for; she had even allowed you to take some things; she smiled when she saw you arguing and then recited some words. You never realized that she had bewitched you.

You couldn't stop thinking about Steve that night in the shower, but this time it was different.

On the other hand, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you either. The next morning, he got up very early to go for a run, but as soon as he saw the bakery with some cupcakes decorated with hearts, he didn't hesitate and went in to buy them, remembering that he had seen you eating those kinds of cupcakes several times.

"I brought you this," Steve said, offering you the box of muffins, which you took.

"Do you have any plans for Friday night?" You asked.

"Only if you have plans."

"Then I'll see you at eight."

"I'll be on time."

You closed the door. Lorna was looking at you confusedly from the other side of the screen. Steve had interrupted the video call they were having.

"Have you asked someone out? That doesn't sound like you," Lorna commented in surprise. "Who was it?"

"Steve," you replied without paying much attention.

"Steve Rogers?" Lorna was beginning to suspect that something strange was going on, probably as a result of the mission you had told her about, but before she did anything, she wanted to talk to someone who knew a lot about it.

"What do you know about this mission?" Nico asked.

"Not much; they were going for a book, and that it was a place where I think there was a sorceress or something like that," Lorna replied.

"Maybe it's Morgan... I think they have a curse; I'll have to find out how."

"Wait, no, maybe we should just leave it at that."

"But... "

"Y/N deserves to be happy; there's a chance that deep down they actually liked each other."

All week long, you and Steve had been flirting; even the rest of the team was starting to get suspicious.

"Well, they say there is only one step from hate to love," Natasha commented to Clint.

#sweetheart bingo #valentine's day #valentine's special #steve rogers x reader

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kazperthegh0st · 3 months

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Hi. Im writing my fanfiction on here because writing a oneshot takes more than a month and i dont want to open google docs. (Will be on Ao3 when complete).

Summary: Sokka/Zuko where they want to go on a nice, relaxing vacation but Azula just got out of the mental hospital (again) and Zuko cant leave her by herself so Katara is paid to babysit her. (Modern Setting AU). Azula/Katara.

Ill reblog with updates as time goes on.

Actual fanfic begins here:

Zuko has no idea where Azula got the baseball bat. Thats his first concern. The second is this: What the hell happened to her hair?

“Hello, Zuzu,”she greeted. Then she pushed past him.

She showed up at his door at 4 in the morning with a red duffel bag over her shoulder and a black metal baseball bat with lightning decals in her left hand.

Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. But her bangs. They were completely crooked and angled and an utter mess.

She had bright red headphones around her neck and Zuko could her some shitty metal music playing.

And all Zuko could think was what the fuck.

Azula collapsed onto his couch, dropping her belongings on the coffee table, propping her feet up on the armrest, and securing her headphones over her ears. She closed her eyes.

Zuko closed the door and took a deep breath.

“Hello, Azula. Why are you here? In my house. With me. Instead of… an insane asylum,” he questioned.

She didn’t respond, only nodded her head to the music filling her ears.

He poked her.

Her eyes opened and she glared at him.

“‘Relaxation is the key to a swift recovery’, Zuzu” she told him. He hated that she was quoting Iroh.

She removed her headphones.

“Do you need something?” She questioned.

“Why are you in my apartment, Azula?”

“Did you think i was going to sleep under a bridge like a homeless person? How pathetic do you think i am?” She rolled her eyes.

“Why aren’t you with Mai? Or Iroh? Or Ty lee, even?”

“Mai kicked me out. Ty lee wouldn’t answer her phone—probably on some stupid anti technology shtick because its ‘aura is off’. And Iroh gave me your address and said i was your problem until he got back from Japan. ‘Familial bonding or whatever’.”

“Iroh sent you?” Zuko felt betrayed.

“Yes, Zuzu.”

“Hes not coming back for another month.”

“Guess im your problem for another month, then”

“I have plans, college, a life, Azula! I cant have you living here! Im leaving for my own vacation in a week!”

“You dont want me in your life, Zuzu? Thats cruel. I thought you were the good sibling. Guess I was wrong for once.”

Zuko stalked off into his kitchen. His house was being corrupted by his evil sister because he couldn’t find it in himself to throw her out.

He couldn’t take it out on Iroh. His uncle worked so hard and needed this break.

He couldn’t take it out on his dad. That evil man was in a prison cell on the other side of the country.

He couldn’t take it out on Azula. It wasn’t really her fault she was the way she was. It was their dad’s fault for traumatizing his kids.

Azula was just as much of a victim as he was.

More will be added later and will eventually end up on Ao3.

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lowkeyrobin · 8 days

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JUICYFRUITSNACKS ; asylum

summary ; you're mully's friend and tag along to explore a haunted mental asylum

warnings : language, ghost talking bullshit

disclaimers ; I only referred to him as juicy bc idrk if he's cool w us calling him his real name and I'm not trying to be parasocial 💪

word count ; 2.2k

y/f/I = your first initial

masterlist

Juicy enjoyed spending time with his boys, a lot. They were the best of friends, after all. But he also really enjoyed spending time with both them and you.

You've known Mr. Mully since you were young. You didn’t know the rest of his friends super well, but you took a liking to Juicy. You and Juicy weren't tight or anything, but you were friends nonetheless.

Tonight, you were exploring a haunted asylum with The Boys and Sam and Colby. You tagged along, wanting to experience some paranormal shit because why not. You’d binge-watched all of The Boys’ previous videos at haunted places and wanted to get a slice for yourself.

The group of you plus the camera people sit on the floor around one of the REM pods, with Sam acting as the communication between worlds. The blonde had sound-proof headphones on, connected to the spirit box in his hand, and a bandana wrapped around his eyes for proof that he couldn't see nor hear anything you guys were saying to the ghosts.

You sat next to Juicy in the corner, being the only person, other than Mully, you really knew out of these people. You intently listen as the guys hold a full conversation with whatever spirit/s were in the room for a solid hour or so, watching as they all freak out after receiving creepy replies or ones referencing their names.

You and Juicy would often share looks or glances, usually scared, confused, or curious.

After that, you split up into two teams to complete challenges around the building. You were with Colby, Mully, and Eddie, while Sam hosted the opposite group with Josh, Juicy, and Narrator.

"We're team Demon"

"We're gonna catch a big demon"

"Yeah, we got big D"

"We're team C(y/f/i)EM." Eddie nods, "C-(y/f/i)-E-M"

"Stop stalling"

"Fuck"

The four of you head over to the men's infirmary, Eddie, with the camera around his neck. Last time The Boys were here, they went down the dark, scary, main hallway with only the flash of their phone cameras. You go all the way down the hall, and all the way back, your only source of light being the camera flashing for a split second.

You and Dos, as the three were heading back, were moving around as the camera flashed to mock a spirit. The boys were laughing about it, still scared a spirit would jump out and attack them. Once they got back and looked over the pictures, they didn't find anything and considered it a mission complete. You, however, wanted to go down by yourself as you'd been hearing whispers almost the whole time you'd been in this area.

You couldn't tell if it was you hallucinating from exhaustion or if you were actually hearing things, but you wanted to see what it was as curiosity always got the best of you. You graciously take the camera from Eddie and line yourself up at the start of the hallway, the boys turning off their flashlights for you.

"Dude, you're acting like a horror movie character" Colby comments with a chuckle, "This is the dumbest shit ever"

"Says you," you whisper, making your first few steps down the hallway.

You can whispering belonging to Eddie behind you, but also some other, unintelligible whispering sounds that definitely didn't belong to one of the guys, nor was it even behind you. It sounded like it was more in front of you if anything.

You squint in the dark, then take a picture, using the flash to illuminate your way forward. You look into the doors on each side of you after progression another couple steps, unable to see, though. You're just trying to find where all that whispering was coming from. It was like someone was moving through the rooms to lead you down the hallway.

You continue, taking pictures every handful of steps so as not to walk into something and know where you were.

"You okay?" Mully calls, your silence giving him a weird feeling in his stomach.

"Yeah" You reply quietly, taking another few steps forward. "I hear whispering. Like, it's not stopping. I wanna find it" You mumble.

"I swear to God, if you go missing, we are not liable!" Eddie exclaims, "Why the fuck are you investigating?"

"I'm curious!"

"Curiosity always kills the cat, but okay" Mully chuckles.

You make your way to the end of the hall, whispering as loud as it possibly could be, like it was directly in your ears. You feel a shiver trail down your spine, and a wave of cold, like the feeling after just opening the freezer, hit you out of nowhere.

"Holy shit!" You exclaim, quickly stepping back while taking a photo, "Uh-uh, nope! Pussying out now, bye-bye!"

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"Dude, what happened?"

You quickly run back down the hallway, not bothering to use the camera flash as they turned their flashlights back on after hearing you yelp and your footsteps running back to them. You quickly hand the camera back, the uneasy cold feeling not having left you at all.

"Holy shit, what the fuck?" You speak, catching your breath as you lean against the door, looking down the hallway. "Dude, I got to like, the end of the hallway and the whispering I was talking about, it was like, in my ears. Then I felt like that kind of cold feeling like when you open a freezer up, like how it just hits you and sometimes gives you goosebumps instantly. I swear I felt like an actual force on my shoulders, I can't even make this shit up"

"Bro, what the hell?"

"You're kidding"

"No way"

"Dude, I can not be more serious right now." You nervously smile, shaking your head. "That's one of the freakiest things I've ever experienced. Like, I'm genuinley scared now, I've never been this fucking, like, paranoid over something like this"

"Nah, I'm getting the fuck outta here" Eddie shakes his head, reaching for the door as you move out of the way for him. Mully quickly follows in agreement, as both of them wanted to go home the most out of all of you.

Dos follows them as they shout for you and Colby, trying to jog away and go find the others in the main building.

You and the leather wearing brunette walk side by side in silence, following the trio in front of you fairly closely. You stand in a circle, waiting for a text back from Juicy as to where they were, not wanting to walk around the whole building in search of them. He quickly makes his way down to you guys, deciding to lead you all back up to where they were located.

Mully and Eddie strike up a conversation while Colby listens, standing next to you, who's staring down at his feet and the grass. You were mostly trying to make sense of what you felt in the men's infirmary, feeling confused and shocked, as that's the most paranormal action you'd ever felt for yourself. Juicy arrives, picking up on your nervousness in silence, yet decides to not point it out while he talks to Eddie, Mully and Colby before you all walk up a million flights of stairs.

Juicy, unknowing to you, was staring at you again. He'd been doing it all night. You were the only person oblivious to it, however. Eddie and Mully quickly catch onto his attracted gazes towards you, though staying silent as they'd definitely be joking about it soon enough to the others. They were talking about it with Colby once you were far enough away, trying to get more people to help with the job of wingman-ing. The brunette quickly notices he's staring and that the others have caught on, and quickly joins in on the conversation, wanting to try and hide the fact he was doing it again.

From sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the floor earlier, back to even at lunch outings earlier this week, he’s been doing it for a while. He’s a little surprised you haven't noticed, or at least brought it up.

He was so clearly head over heels it wasn't even funny anymore. He was downright in love.

You look back up and then behind you, looking around just to take in your surroundings again. You listen to their conversation, rocking on your heels. Juicy's mind races a million miles a minute, mind cluttered by you, the conversation at hand, and the video being recorded tonight.

On the walk up to Sam's group, or Group Demon, you're the first to walk up the stairs, leading the other boys towards them. You were good at following directions, leaving Juicy to talk to his friends behind you. Juicy and Mully walk up side by side behind Dos and Eddie, a light conversation between them before Mully shakes it up.

"What's with you and Y/n? You got a crush on them or something?"

Juicy, flustered and a bit embarrassed, quickly shakes his head no. "No, no, not at all. What? Why? They’re your friend"

Mully rolls his eyes and Eddie quickly shouts back. "Yes you do! Stop lying to yourself!"

Mully nods, “They’re your friend to, y’know”

You clearly had no idea what any of them were talking about, still leading them onwards.

"Shut up!" Juicy whisper-shouts.

After finding Sam, Josh, and Narrator, you walk into the church and sit down on the wooden benches. Eddie stands at the podium, a large cross behind him. You sit next to Juicy on the right side of the room with the other members of The Boys. Colby and Sam sit together on the left side of the room.

Eddie recites a prayer in Spanish before speaking. "Tonight we party"

The room explodes into boyish cheers and laughter, all of you standing up. Eddie laughs before speaking again.

He shouts, "Sit down!"

You all go quiet and sit down.

"Fuck God!" You exclaim.

"Yeah, screw Jesus!" Juicy shouts

"God can suck my balls" Josh comments with a shrug.

"Oh my God, you're swearing in the house of the Lord!" Colby dramatically gasps

Eddie quickly recites another prayer, asking for the forgiveness of your sins. The REM Pod in the bench in front of you begins beeping, signaling some motion.

"Oh fuck no, bye guys!" Eddie quickly speaks, running back to sit next to Juicy.

"Bro, Mully, sit up" Josh laughs, watching you walk up to the podium after agreeing with the others to have a mini main character priest moment. "Sit up, dude. Service is commencing"

Mully groans. "What?"

"Sit up!"

He groans again as he sits up, no longer laying on the front bench. Josh and Narrator both mock his groan, playfully shouting at him as you clear your throat.

"Good morning everyone! It's..." You look to Juicy as he had his phone on him, which you knew.

"4:25"

"It's 4:25 in the morning. Early service today" You chuckle, "Coffee is right over there" You point to the side where a few trashed cans of energy drinks lay on the floor.

"How much do you dare me to drink it?" Juicy asks you.

"You blink for a moment. "You're gonna get AIDS if you even touch it, but be my guest, man"

They laugh, chanting Pope Y/n as it echoes off the walls.

"Today, my friends, we confront Juicyfruitsnacks and his undeniable crush on Y/n" Eddie laughs, looking over at the brunette next to him.

"Yo, what?"

"Huh?"

"Oooo his ass got caught!"

"You can't hear it but I'm cackling right now"

Eddie quickly pulls Juicy up to the podium with you, pushing you to the side. He stands at the podium with the younger brunette in front of you/to your side, as you both stand confused.

Eddie nearly raps as he speaks. "Today we are bringing this lovely couple together to wed in holy matrimony. God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, bless, preserve and keep you; the Lord mercifully grant you the riches of his grace, that you may please him both in body and soul, and, living together in faith and love, may receive the blessings of eternal life. Amen. Juicy, Y/n, would you like to read your vows?"

The Boys laugh as you and Juicy share a smile and laugh as well.

"Since when were we getting married?" You question

"Since I had to become a wingman" Eddie shrugs as he replies. "So did they. Mostly Mully." He points towards the crowd of boys watching.

"What is happening right now?" You awkwardly laugh.

Juicy laughs as well, "I mean, he isn't lying"

The room is now silent.

"Wait, what?"

"Can I take you out sometime?"

You glance over at Eddie and then the boys, then look back at Juicy.

"Uh, sure"

The others explode into cheers you'd probably be able to hear outside, and the older brunette quickly wraps the both of you in a hug.

"Dude, too much has happened tonight, I got creeped on by a ghost and now I have to mentally prepare myself for a date"

"You love me!"

"Love is a strong word"

"They're already having couple-fights!"

"Eddie, I swear to God"

"No swearing in the house of the Lord!"

#lowkeyrobin #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn! reader #juicyfruitsnacks #juicyfruitsnacks x reader #content creator x reader #twitch streamer x reader #juicy x reader

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