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ovaryacted · 7 months

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PAIRING: RE2!Leon x fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Leon wakes up in the middle of the night with you on his mind. He can't help but indulge in his desires when you're asleep next to him, but is surprised to find out that you won't let him get away with it so easily.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: 18+/MDNI. NSFW. Porn without plot. Femdom. Mommy Kink. Edging/Orgasm Denial. Begging. Degradation/Praise. Slight Somnophilia. Hint of fluff at the end. Just Leon being needy.

WC: 3.2k

NOTES: This is the first installment of my kinktober. I hope you like it, I had fun writing this and just love sub Leon. Let me know if I left out anything in the warning. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Leon couldn’t sleep.

Sure, having trouble like this was normal to him. The graphic and consistent nightmares he used to have would still haunt him from time to time. There was no remedy for that, his memories forever a mark on his subconscious that would continue to be a part of his psyche for as long as he’ll remember.

Though the reason he was up at this time was far from remembering the countless horrors he saw on that terrible night in September. The only thing keeping him up nowadays was you, the only person who can both comfort and torment him alike.

All curled up on your side, you slept as he watched quietly behind you. A bad habit he developed when you two started dating early on, waking himself up to watch over your breathing to ease his anxieties. It was a way to affirm to himself that you were real, that you wouldn’t disappear the second his head hit the pillow and he woke up the next morning.

His tired blue eyes trailed over the way your chest rose and fell with every intake of breath you took, the cotton fabric of the shirt you stole from him accentuating the shape of your breasts when you exhaled. Soft sighs would pass your lips, no sign of a dream present in your mind while your hair splayed over the pillow underneath you. Despite the sheets covering your bottom half, he could already envision the thin shorts you usually wore to bed rising up your thighs.

Leon may have woken up in the middle of the night, the alarm clock on his bedside table reading 2:15 am in bright red analog. But he was wide awake now, his mind focused on one thing. You.

Carefully, he brought himself closer to you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and pressing his body against yours. He’s done this a hundred times over, never been a problem, but the second your hips shifted backward a quiet hum settled in his throat. He dug his nose into the back of your neck, taking in the scent of your body wash and shampoo. A comforting mixture of jasmine with a hint of white musk filled his senses, a smell that he reserved just for you, one that he’d always recognize as home.

Leon noticed you didn’t stir in your sleep, still oblivious to the developing hardness against your rear. He didn’t mean to, or maybe he did, but he couldn’t help it even if he tried. You fidgeted the slightest bit, moving closer to the warmth you felt behind you and he knew he was in trouble, the fabric of his briefs starting to feel tighter.

One of his hands moved underneath the shirt you wore, going up your lower stomach and coming towards your chest. He kneaded your breasts gently, an action he’d do at random as a stress reliever when you two would cuddle.

His thumb brushed against your nipple, the nub hardening underneath his fingertips. He felt your breathing hitch before he heard it, a loud exhale followed soon after but you remained asleep. Leon continued his groping, growing harder against your back as he moved his body to gyrate against you.

Your shorts had risen completely now, one of your legs bending at the knee and lifting higher against the mattress. His other hand twitched as it slipped between your legs, lightly cupping you against the material of your underwear. He could feel your warmth slipping through the cotton, the gusset growing moist with every pass of his fingers. The hushed grunt that passed his lips couldn’t be contained, starting to gently kiss your neck while his hands roamed your body.

His cock started to swell in his briefs, pressing himself closer so he could feel your heat seeping through the material of your panties that now clung to you. Even in your sleep, your body knew Leon was the one touching you, the familiarity becoming muscle memory as he felt you get wetter under him.

“Fuck…”, he cursed under his breath, moving your underwear to the side to feel you bare. Slick developed on his fingertips as he brushed over your pulsing clit, warm just the way he liked. He could feel your heartbeat underneath the palm of his hand from where he squeezed your breast, noticing how you grew more breathless with every pass of his hands.

He was growing lost in the feel of you, of how your pliant body continued to show him how badly you wanted him, needed him to make you feel better. Fingers growing wet with your arousal, he swears he could hear a moan slipping from your lips as your hips arched towards him.

Deft fingers moved to your entrance, feeling it clench around the idea of being filled by something. Tweaking your nipple again with intention, he ground his hips harder against your lower spine, shuddering as he did. It should be sick what he was doing, trying to get a feel of you while slept right next to him, but he didn’t seem to care. Growing flushed from the fondling, he lost track of time with his face dug in the crease of where your neck and shoulder met. He was stuck in a world of his own, getting ready to insert his fingers into your hole until he heard you speak.

“What are you doing Leon?”, your voice still laced with sleep brought him back to reality, causing him to freeze with his fingers still against you.

“Shit, I-I…”, he didn’t have an explanation for his actions, refusing to tell you how he couldn’t sleep because he just needed to feel you.

“You thought you could touch me while I slept and get away with it?”, the rasp in your voice only made his dick pulse, how you shamed him for his desires despite your body saying otherwise.

“I’m sorry. Wanted to feel you, couldn’t sleep”, he mumbled against you, hiding his face and embarrassed of his actions, but not guilty enough to pull his hands away from your body.

“What did I tell you about waking me up like this?”, you started to move now, taking his hands out of your underwear much to Leon’s dismay.

You flipped over to look at him, seeing just how flustered your lover was beside you. Even through the darkness of your bedroom, you could see the way his face blushed as your eyes met. Taking a second to trail your gaze over him, your sight was directed to the obvious bulge in Leon’s navy briefs, his shirt doing nothing to cover it from you.

“Told me not to touch you in your sleep…”

“And you didn’t listen to me, again”, you came closer to him to lay a hand on his chest, appeasing Leon’s desires even more.

“I’m sorry…just love you so much I can’t help it sometimes”, that comment made you smile, a statement you knew was the truth.

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, Leon was like a puppy, always attached and wanting to be near you. It was a comfort thing, wanting to feel you whenever he could with physical touch and quality time being his biggest love languages. He was clingy in an endearing way, and that trait carried on in the bedroom, one that you loved to exploit.

“I know baby. But now look at what you did, got all hard ‘cause I was sleeping next to you. Is this what you want?”, you leaned your body more against him, your hand caressed his chest and moved up to clutch at the hair at the base of his neck.

“Fucking please…need it so bad”, it was his turn for his breathing to hitch, looking at you with a pout that only made you want to kiss him.

“Yeah? You need mommy to make you feel all better?”, the single phrase made Leon moan, feeling you come towards his neck to kiss his throat.

“Please, I want you mommy”, a confession you’d love to hear on repeat if you could.

You smirked, laying chest to chest and tilting your head up to kiss him gently. He whimpered against you, holding your face by the jaw. Lips meshed together, your tongue quickly found his, exploring his mouth while he gladly let you. With a sneaky hand, you moved to massage the bulge hidden underneath the navy material of his underwear. A whisper for more filtered through your ears as he shuddered under you, making his cravings more intense.

“My needy baby, always so desperate for me”, you said as you pulled away from him, watching Leon nod and bite his lip.

Taking his cock out of his briefs and pulling them down until he could kick them off, you started to pump him with a quick jerk of your wrist. Thumb against his slit, the slickness of his pre-cum covered your digit, your mouth watering at the prospect of running your tongue along his body. He tried hard not to be so loud with his sounds, but the more you jerked him off, the more depraved he became.

“Woke yourself up thinking about my pussy you just had to wake me up too right?”, you were toying with him, feeling his cock throb in your hand the more you spoke.

“Yeah, just missed you, missed mommy so much”

“Always waking me up because you’re horny. Can’t keep doing this to me babe, I need my sleep”, you started to pump him faster, Leon’s fingers going towards your wrist and squeezing, signaling he was getting close. “But you’re not getting off that easily, not this time”

You stopped and pulled your hand away completely, Leon’s eyes shooting open and a pitiful whine left his mouth as you stopped stroking him. Hard cock bobbing against his lower stomach, his hips jerked in search of your touch yet you didn’t provide it.

“I’m sorry mommy, I’m sorry just fuck…please don’t stop. I’ll be good, promise”

“You said that last time and didn’t listen to me. You’re breaking your promises to me baby, that’s not what I taught you”

He pouted again, already so eager for more that he had to close his eyes and try to control his breathing. His hands pawed at your hips, grasping your body as you didn’t give him what he so badly desired.

“I won’t do it again. Won’t touch you when you sleep. Please…I can’t…”

You sometimes felt pity for your boyfriend, how he’s reached the point of not being able to get off without you anymore. He could be insatiable in that regard, not that you complained, but seeing him this pathetic always managed to ruin your underwear more times than you could count. You knew, regardless of how many times he said he wouldn’t do it again, you’d be back in this position soon enough.

Your hand went back to stroke him, a sigh of relief passing him as his hips moved towards your fist. You kissed up his neck and jaw, nipping towards his earlobe and sucking it between your lips. Leon was panting now, fucking up into your hand and feeling you tighten your fingers around him in the way he liked. His thighs twitched underneath you, another strained moan being swallowed as you kissed him once more.

Leon’s groaning got higher in pitch, resorting to pleased hums the closer he got to falling over the edge. He was so close, so close to getting that relief he longed for all night. But the second the rope of tension was about to snap in his lower gut, your touch disappeared from him again, and he could feel himself ready to cry from frustration.

“No…no please…please stop teasing me. I need you”, he was aching now, and you knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

“You gonna be good for mommy if I give you what you want?”, you took off your shorts and panties as you spoke, multitasking while Leon was stuck in a daze of his own.

“Yeah, yes I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you mommy just please, I can’t take it anymore”

At this rate, Leon would drive himself crazy with just the thought of being able to feel your cunt wrapped around him. With a grin of pure delight, you straddled his lap, bare pussy against his stiff length. That sensation alone sent trembles down Leon’s spine, grinding against your wetness. The fact that you were wet from all of this only made him want you more, pure desire written in his dilated eyes.

“Be good and let me fuck you to sleep baby”, you murmured, shifting your hips more to feel the tip of Leon’s cock rub against your clit, gasping at the contact.

You positioned yourself higher above him while holding him at the base, shifting down to slip him inside you. You hissed at the slight stretch as he filled you, having him with no prep like this would be uncomfortable if you weren’t completely soaked.

The sound that left his mouth was guttural, deep from within his chest. In any other setting, he would be completely embarrassed if someone else knew what he sounded like in bed. But god you fucking loved it, loved when he was so far gone his pleasure was unrestrained.

“Just fuck me, need you to fuck me”, he begged, fingers digging into your thighs to get you to move. His eyes were already half-lidded, breathing heavily through his nose when you clenched around him.

You lifted yourself until just the tip was inside you and slammed back down. Your hands gripped his chest, beginning to bounce yourself with enthusiasm. Leon’s hands were everywhere, growing overwhelmed with all the pleasure he felt. They kneaded at your thighs with every shift of your hips, sneaking further up your body to pinch your nipples under his shirt. Riding him like this when you were half asleep and wearing his clothes made his brain turn to complete mush.

“So good, feel so good”, his words were slurring together, thrusting back up to meet your movements.

You leaned down towards him again and arched your back as you rocked against him with more force. The change in position allowed his tip to nudge into your g-spot every time you came back down with an audible slap of skin. Sweet mewls spilled out of you, your rhythm picking up enough to make the bed creak underneath you both. Leon’s hands went towards your ass and squeezed, throat bobbing as he struggled to swallow with drool slipping past his plush lips.

“Always so good for letting me fuck you like this, such a good boy for me”, you praised him, a wanton cry filled the room followed by squelching coming from between your legs.

He was growing delirious, head lolling to the side as he lost his focus. Eyes glossed over in euphoria, you could tell he was getting close again. The insistent throbbing inside you grew more prominent the second you swiveled your hips with every bounce. Leon whimpered, praying to the higher powers of the universe you’ll finally stop edging him and let him cum the way he needed.

“I’m close, please let me cum. Fucking please…”, he didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, his orgasm at the forefront of his mind.

“You want to cum inside me? Fill mommy’s pussy up?”, he nodded dumbly at you, growing pussywhipped at your words and thrusting up into you harder to match your pace.

“Yesss. Wanna make you feel good, want to fill you up. Please, please can I?”

You weren’t too far off from your release, the way Leon spoke and cried out for you was enough for your own orgasm to crest. His thumb came to play with your clit as you moved, still having enough sense to make you cum with him. You went to pull at the hair on his scalp, forcing him to meet your eyes and order him one more time.

“Be a good boy and cum for me”

“Thank you, thank you mommy, fuck-”, he babbled as his thrusting grew more frantic.

You tightened around him, the pulsing of your walls sending him headfirst into his release. A filthy groan slipped from him, fingers holding you tightly and bottoming out inside you. Your body was filled with warmth as he painted your walls white, whining when you kept riding him until your orgasm took over your body. Your thighs shook above him, milking him dry with your face tucked in his neck and biting at his skin so you didn’t moan too loudly.

You could feel the tremors running through Leon underneath you, his breathing shaky as blonde strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. The both of you were covered in a light layer of sweat, the scent of sex filling your bedroom and surrounding you both. Lifting yourself completely off of him, you gasped at the feel of being left empty, the sensation of his warm cum dripping out of you and down your thigh.

Tired arms wrapped around your body, light kisses placed on your skin as Leon nuzzled further against you. You let him curl into you then, not saying anything when he pulled you in closer to lay down on the bed with him. Your fingers ran through his hair, feeling him sigh and rub caressing circles on your lower back.

“Can’t keep waking me up like that Leon, our sleeping habits are bad enough”, your gentle voice cut through the stillness of the room, your lover’s attention back on you.

“I know, sorry”, he gave you an apologetic kiss on your shoulder, and you accepted it like you always did. You didn’t actually care about being woken up like this, if anything a part of you liked it more than you could admit.

“You feeling sleepy yet?”, you asked him, already knowing he’ll be asleep in the next few minutes if you continued to soothe him like this.

“Mhm, thank you. I love you”, was all he had to say really, and you gave him another smile, whispering those three words back to him.

You kissed over his face tenderly, starting at his forehead, his nose, his cheek, and then his lips. He happily reciprocated, a small smile on his face despite his eyes being closed. Throwing the sheets over the both of you again, you moved to have Leon’s head lay on your chest, his ear on the left side to listen to your heartbeat.

He was quickly lulled to sleep by the beating rhythm under him, soft snores coming from slightly opened lips. You kissed the top of his head, answering the call of sleep along with him, and mentally preparing to snooze your alarm that will wake the both of you up in a few hours.

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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it’s steddie yearning hours

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It’s a little fucked up, maybe, the way Eddie can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Steve‘s sleeping form. He’s a sight to behold — curled up on his side, making himself as small as he can; his hair is a mess, hiding his face from the world but not from Eddie, not quite. The room is dark except for the light of the lamps outside that comes in through the blinds, landing right on Steve, and Eddie thinks how fitting it is that Steve would be found by the light even in total darkness. He would be found and unaware of it.

And Eddie Munson is left to lean against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest like that would save his heart, keep it where it is, keep it for himself. He shouldn’t be looking at Steve like that. Not when they’re hardly even friends, not when what they have is only remnant of a world ending. A world saved. A world forever changed.

He sighs, leaning his whole weight against the frame, clenching his fists in his t-shirt, doing everything to stop himself from stepping closer to the bed, running fingers through Steve‘s mess of hair, brushing lips to his forehead and climbing in bed with him.

The doorframe holds his weight, his sanity, his heart, and Eddie slides down with another heart sigh that the poets would have called wistful. Yearning. Longing and belonging.

He hits the ground and hopes that it would break the haze. But nothing can. There’s a heaviness inside him that makes it hard to breathe and leaves him wishing that Steve weren’t in his bed, in his heart, in his life. Not like this.

He wants to be friends with Steve. Real, actual friends. People who don’t have to hold each other through nightmares, people who go to the arcade together and make fun of each other. Who exchange their favourite tapes and go on trips together.

He doesn’t want to be bonded to him by trauma and horrors unimaginable alone. He wants to fall in love slowly, gently, wants the secret smiles and the fluttering inside his chest that he overheard the girls at school talking about.

He wants another chance with Steve. Another try. Without monsters, without death and dying, without saving and being saved. He wants Steve Harrington to choose Eddie Munson for who he is, not for what they went through.

He wants Steve to choose. To have a choice.

Breathing through a lump in his throat has become second nature to him lately, and he finally looks away from this boy that has yet to drop the other shoe on Eddie.

After who knows how long, Steve stirs, stretching with an adorable little groan until he stills, his eyes on Eddie. He can feel them. He doesn’t look up to meet them, can’t be responsible for whatever Steve would find in his eyes.

“Hey,” he hears, Steve’s voice incredibly soft despite the rasp of disuse that’s marking it.

Eddie shivers a little and finally looks up. “Hi.” A beat. You’re beautiful. “Sleep well?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve nods, yawns again, then curls up some more on his side, scooting over to the edge of the bed so he can better see Eddie. “How long was I out for?”

Two hours, forty-eight minutes. “‘Bout two and a half hours,” Eddie says, smiling when Steve’s eyes widen. “There’s dinner. If you’re hungry.”

He’s holding his breath, shallow as it is, because his lungs cannot be trusted around Steve anymore. Not with the way he smiles every time Eddie makes dinner. Not with the way he hides said smile behind the blanket a little bit, like he doesn’t want Eddie to see, like he can’t believe he’s smiling in the first place.

Eddie wants to get up and hold him. Trace that smile with his fingers. Make it stay.

What are we doing, Steve? What are you still doing in my life? Why did you make yourself a home like it’s worth staying here?

Slowly, still a little clumsy from his prolonged nap, Steve gets up with the blanket in his hands and drops it on Eddie’s lap. Must have mistaken his shivers for being cold. Then Steve steps over him, ruffles his hair as he does, and Eddie wants to cry a little bit at the way Steve snickers at it. He’s ridiculous. Eddie is ridiculously gone for him. It hurts more than it should.

“You hungry, too?” Steve asks, fingers finding Eddie’s hair to comb through the curls he just messed up. Eddie doesn’t have it in himself to move his head, to put a distance between them, to confront Steve about what this is, what they’re doing, what it all means.

All he does is nod — slowly, so Steve’s fingers stay where they are. They do. Eddie pinches his own fingers to stop from reaching out and snatching Steve’s hand, bringing it to his lips, making him stay. Stay here. Stay in his life forever. Stay and never realise that there’s no reason for him to do that.

He meets Steve’s eyes even though that’s dangerous business. “Starving.“

Steve’s face does this thing again. That thing where he softens so visibly, his eyes shining a little, his lips twitching into both a smile and a frown. It’s mortifying. It’s liberating. It’s being seen by Steve.

“You didn’t have to wait, Eddie.” His voice is soft. Chiding and grateful all at once, and Eddie’s heart flutters.

“I know,” he shrugs, and that’s that because he bites his tongue. I wanted to. I’ll wait. I’ll always wait.

Steve huffs and then he’s gone, rummaging around in the kitchen before he reappears with two plates of lasagna in his hands. Instead of asking Eddie to come join him at the table or settling back in bed, Steve hands one plate to Eddie and then slides down the other side of the doorframe so they’re face to face, their thighs pressed together. It’s a tight fit, but their bodies are angled just so, making this as comfortable as it gets.

It’s one of the first things they figured out together, sitting in the door like this. Wayne comes home sometimes to find them like this, even joined them on some occasions. Just to talk, just to be there.

Steve reaches over to grab the blanket again, draping it over both their laps, and Eddie shoves a large forkful of lasagna into his mouth to stop himself from saying something stupid.

What are we doing? When does it end? When is the last time I get to sit with you, share my blanket with you, get you to eat my lasagna? Tell me; just tell me so I can prepare. Tell me you won’t stay so I can stop dreaming.

They eat in silence and Steve’s eyes are on him for most of it, but Eddie doesn’t look up. It’s heavier tonight, heavier than usual. Heavier because Steve’s cheeks are streaked with the imprint of Eddie’s pillow, heavier because his hair is a wild mess, heavier because Eddie wants to breathe him in and hold him forever.

But Steve is awake, and they only hold each other when they have a nightmare. Because that’s why they are in each other’s lives. There is no room for feelings, for romance, for yearning when their smiles only exist to keep each other alive.

“Are you okay, Eddie?” Steve whispers, his plate empty while Eddie barely touched his own, too busy not looking at Steve that he forgot to be a person in the process. It’s nothing new, really, but he’s gotta get a grip.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

See, that’s the thing about Steve. He always gives you two chances to say something. The first try for all those impulse answers, the things you wish for yourself, the hand wave of dismissal. And then the second chance without judgment.

And Eddie loves him. Can’t lie to him again, so he just shrugs. His second chance not yet taken. Steve bumps their knees and Eddie’s eyes water. He eats his lasagna with stinging eyes and slightly shaking hands, because Steve can’t know. But Eddie might explode if he doesn’t.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

And, see, that’s another thing about Steve Harrington and the way he sees you. He knows Eddie hates being still, can’t talk when he’s sitting down. Can’t talk about anything meaningful when the world is quiet and dark and still.

Steve knows what Eddie needs. And it’s a little fucked up, maybe, but Eddie knows that Steve secretly needs it, too.

And he should say no. Should swallow his emotions, his thoughts, his fears, his aching and yearning and longing and belonging, should swallow it all and smile it away, bump his knee into Steve’s and propose they watch a movie together.

But he doesn’t. He can’t swallow tonight, not when there’s a lump in his throat, not when Steve is so warm against him, not when—

“Okay,” Steve smiles, climbing to his feet. “Let me go get ready, you finish your lasagna. Can I, uh. Can I borrow a sweater?”

“You know you don’t gotta ask.”

Another smile and he ruffles Eddie’s hair again. It makes his heart jump. “Thanks, man.”

“Of course,” Eddie whispers, barely audible, and not for Steve’s ears, just for his own need to say something. Anything. To make this real.

Ten minutes later, Eddie closes and locks the trailer door beside him and they start walking. The night is quiet even though it’s only just past eleven, and it’s a tad colder than Eddie expected. Beside him, Steve sticks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, fluffing up the hood of Eddie’s sweater so it covers his neck from the light breeze. Feeling Eddie’s eyes on him, Steve smiles and cocks his head down the street.

“Shall we?”

Eddie only hums but sets the pace. They’re both looking down at the ground, neither of them really caring where it is they’re going. It’s not about getting anywhere, it’s just about moving. Walking. Talking without looking at each other, finding excuses and answers in the night sky and the swaying treetops.

They walk in silence for a good half hour before Eddie finds his courage, his words, his peace with the possible answers. The night can cover for him and convince the daylight of little white lies that sound a lot like, I’ll be fine.

“You know you don’t have to do all this, right?”

Beside him, Steve’s steps falter a little. Maybe he didn’t expect Eddie to talk after all. “Do what?”

“This, I don’t know,” Eddie sighs, opening his arms to indicate the entirety of his life, really. “Sticking around. Staying.”

Steve frowns a little but he keeps his steps in sync with Eddie’s. That’s the whole point of their little nightly walks. No stopping, no looking, no seeing.

“Do you not want me to?”

God, how he wants Steve to stay! But also… Not like this. Not like he thinks Eddie might break if he leaves. Which Eddie will. But it shouldn’t be what makes Steve stay.

And there’s no way to say that. So all he does is shrug.

There’s a little pained noise from Steve, and Eddie scrambles for words that evade him, truths that make him too vulnerable, too real, too much.

“Okay,” Steve says after a while, and he sounds so small when he does. Eddie looks over and sees him pinching the bridge of his nose, nodding slowly, his mouth opening and closing with words unsaid. “Do you… Should I go home?”

Maybe you should, Eddie thinks. Get back to people you can be friends with; real friends.

“Maybe,” he says, slowing to a stop, looking away from Steve. “But I don’t want you to.”

“I… Okay? I don’t—“ Steve sighs and stops as well. “If it bothers you that we’re friends, then you can just—“

“Are we?” Eddie interrupts him, wincing at the way his own voice sounds. “Are we?” he repeats, quieter this time, opening up the question to honesty and vulnerability rather than disbelief and challenge.

Steve frowns again, confused, and Eddie remembers why they don’t do this in the quiet of his room; why they don’t do this while looking at each other. He can’t look at Steve and ask these questions. It’s too much.

So he turns and keeps walking, following the familiar road they’re on. Steve follows, a bit behind, and it leaves Eddie feeling horribly alone.

“You know,” Steve says after a while, scoffing, sighing, breathing until he tries again. Eddie waits. Here comes the other shoe. It’s finally there. “You know, I should be used to it by now, but it doesn’t really stop hurting when people keep questioning your intentions. With the kids, I kinda get it. There’s, like, years separating us. I get it when they’re hesitant to call me their friend.

“And with Robin, you know, she spent weeks after Starcourt just waiting for me to drop her. To be like, ‘Alright, thanks, it was good while it lasted but you’re an actual nerd and I don’t care for that shit at all.’”

Steve laughs and Eddie frowns, No laugh should sound so hollow.

“I had no idea she was so obsessed with the idea of me leaving her. She didn’t trust that I would stick around, that I actually loved her, that she’s my best friend and— God, she… I just, I don’t get it, y’know?”

Steve turns around because Eddie’s steps had slowed while Steve sped up, and Steve is walking backwards with his hands in his pocket, looking at Eddie with a hurt, confused expression.

“And now you’re telling me you don’t want me to stay and that I should go home, but that you don’t want me to do that either? You’re asking me if we’re friends, Eddie? What the hell else would we be? I’m…” He shakes his head and spreads his arms. “What do I have to do for anyone to believe me I just wanna spend time with them because they’re cool and I feel really fucking good being around them?”

Eddie doesn’t wanna look at Steve, but he can’t look away either. They’ve stopped again, a few feet apart, and Steve looks so open, ready for Eddie to answer, to tell him, to talk, when all Eddie wants to do is run away. Run to him. And he can’t do either. Can’t tell him.

“It’s not that,” he says lamely.

He gets to watch as Steve’s face scrunches up, crumbles, and then falls until there’s nothing left. His expression empty.

“I’m going home now, Eddie.”

“Why?”

Steve shakes his head and swallows. “Because I’m hurt. And confused. And I don’t wanna talk anymore, not when you don’t.”

And with that, Steve turns around. Walks down the road, disappearing into darkness until the next street light catches him. Attracting light even in darkness.

And Eddie breaks finally. He runs down the street, halfway catching up with Steve until he’s close enough to make sure the other boy can hear him.

“I’m terrified,” he says, making Steve stop. He doesn’t turn around yet, but it’s enough for Eddie to keep going. “I’m so fucking terrified that you only think you have to be my friend because we nearly died together. Terrified that you’ll leave because this thing between us is so heavy, loaded with trauma and memories. I’m terrified that you won’t come over anymore one day, that you’ll be done, that you’ll find friends that are not bonded to you like I am. Or like the kids and Robin and the rest are. I’m… Stevie.”

His voice breaks a little and he approaches Steve’s form, the light catching in his hair, making Eddie feel like a moth on his way to the flame.

“I wonder if we’re friends not because I doubt you. It’s because I know I have nothing to offer you. Nothing but, like, an open ear for your memories or open arms for your nightmares. Nothing but shared memories, which I know are only a fraction of what you’ve been through. That’s not how friendship works, Stevie, that’s not what will be enough in the long run.”

He sighs, rounding Steve until he’s in front of him, but Steve’s looking down at the pavement.

“I want to be your friend, Stevie. But I have this gnawing feeling that that ship has sailed.”

Steve shakes his head when Eddie is done. Says something he can’t quite catch.

“What was that?” Eddie asks, his voice tender, his eyes watery, his breath heaving. He hates being so vulnerable, but he hates even more the thought that Steve would just leave and think Eddie never cared for him.

“You make me dinner,” Steve says then.

He sniffles. Reaches for Eddie’s hand until he seems to think better of it. Eddie feels the emptiness, the cold air on his skin, and longs to be brave enough to take Steve’s hand now. He isn’t. But he thinks about it. He thinks about it all the time.

“You make me dinner and let me sleep in your bed. You make me smile and when I’m at work, I think about you sometimes, just to think nice thoughts. I don’t… There’s nothing you have to do, Eddie. You don’t have to do or be anything to be my friend. And I don’t want you around me just because you know what it’s like to drift off in your head, or just because you don’t question it when I can’t talk. I want you around because you make me laugh and you make me happy and if I could get paid for spending my days with you and with Robin, I would do nothing else in life. Because you, Eddie Munson, are good. And you’re enough. You’re a dork and a nerd and a fucking menace, and you’re kind and good with the kids and you’re a great friend. A great friend, Eddie, fuck!”

Steve is crying, but that’s okay because so is Eddie. Sincerity is scary, scarier than facing down the demo-bats, scarier than telling Wayne he’s queer, scarier than just about anything he’s ever done. But it also allows him to take Steve’s hand and pull him against his chest.

It makes him laugh when Steve sounds so frustrated when he says, “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

It makes him pull back and wipe away the tears from Steve’s cheeks, ignoring the ones on his own.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

He hums in surprise when that makes Steve lean in again, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck.

“I’m… I don’t know what to say,” he whispers into Steve’s hair.

“‘S okay,” Steve says. “That was, uh, a lot.”

Eddie laughs, feeling light and elated and a little hazy, the words still catching up with him, his limbs tingling with sensation just thinking about Steve thinking about him at work.

It does nothing to dissuade him from yearning and aching and longing to brush a kiss to Steve’s hair that is so close to him now. His hand comes up to the back of Steve’s neck, and the world slows down. Steve’s breath hitches, and Eddie’s heart jumps.

“I’m… I’m gonna say something, too, okay? Gonna try, at least. Stop me whenever, okay?”

Steve doesn’t react, but his hands begin to move in slow, minute movements along Eddie’s back. It gives him courage. Makes him dream.

He closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. “I make you dinner because I like to take care of you. I let you sleep in my bed because… because it’s gonna smell like you. I like the way you smell. I make you smile because that makes me stupidly happy. Stupid, really. You make me a little stupid sometimes, Stevie. Because I want to be your friend more than anything in the world, but lately I also… I wanna climb into bed with you and hold you even when there’s not a nightmare. Just to hold you. I wanna tuck that rebellious strand of hair behind your ear just to touch you. I wanna touch you all the time, Steve. It’s a little crazy. Drives me crazy.“

He sighs and goes for the kill because they’re in too deep now, he can’t stop. Steve knows anyway, Eddie is sure, but he wants Steve to hear, too. He wants to say it. Wants to make it real.

“I wanna kiss you,” he breathes, and it’s too real for even the night to disguise it later. “All the time. And you should know that. You should know that maybe we can’t be friends after all.“

The words leave his mouth and he’s ready for Steve to push him away, to let him down gently with regret in his face and repeat his words from earlier, let go and go home like that would solve Eddie’s predicament.

But Steve doesn’t move from the tight embrace. Or, the doesn’t move away.

His hands on Eddie‘s back begin to wander more, leaving goosebumps along the way from his shoulder blades to his hips. His face where it’s tucked against Eddie‘s neck turns slightly until his nose connects with his collarbone. Steve straightens and his nose is replaced by his lips, connecting with Eddie‘s throat, his neck, his jaw.

And then Steve pulls back. Looks at Eddie with hooded eyes, hands moving from his shoulders to his jaw. Cradling Eddie‘s face like he’s something precious.

Eddie is holding his breath, tracking Steve’s every motion, not daring to move or even breathe too deeply lest he scares him off, breaks the spell, bursts the bubble.

Steve swallows and looks down at Eddie‘s lips. “What if I told you that I wanna kiss you all the time, too?”

“Then I would call you crazy.”

Steve smiles and leans in to rest his forehead against Eddie’s, breathing into the night, “Call me crazy, then.”

“You’re crazy.”

It’s the last thing Eddie says for a while before he tilts his head forward to capture Steve’s lips with his own. Steve hums and smiles into the kiss, opening his mouth to let Eddie in deeper, holding him so close there’s no room for doubts or regrets.

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #idk what this is i was in the mood for yearning and a little bit of pain that comes with learning to be vulnerable #dio words #this is so long omg shut up dio

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Yandere Lucifer x Human Sacrifice Reader Pt. 2

Part One

Word count: 2,755

Originally requested by @hazbinlove

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Your body was still suffering from your injuries when you awoke two days later. While not as intense as before, you could still feel that itching, burning feeling down your entire chest, which was now wrapped in gauze. You were in a soft bed, mind still reeling a little from everything that had happened. If it wasn’t for how sensitive your entire body still felt, you would have written the whole experience off as an ugly nightmare. Yet here you were, somehow still alive. Your first thought was that you must be in the hospital, but the room looked more like a nice apartment room, in line with a hotel suite. Someone must have found you half dead outside after the attack. That odd angelic figure you had seen, it must have been a dream.

That was what you thought as you lay in your uncomfortable position. Not too much longer later, the door opens, and in comes a man that looks vaguely familiar.

He was short, or at least shorter than most men you were accustomed to seeing.

“You’re awake!” he said.

He came into the room, holding a tray filled with breakfast food. You felt your stomach rumble as you saw that is had chocolate covered croissants and a bowl of fruit that looked delicious.

“… who are you?” you asked.

“Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Lucifer,” he said.

“You’re… Lucifer?” you said, shocked.

Instinctively, you try to inch away as this sinks in your mind, but you don’t make it very far, only succeeding in wincing in discomfort. Your body was still fragile from the attack.

“Not what you were expecting?” he asked, with a small smile.

A feeling of fear stirred inside your stomach. This had to be a mistake. A trap. There was no way that this was actually the devil. Unless…

“Am I dead?”

“Dead? Oh, no, quite the opposite!” he said, “Somehow, despite everything that happened to you, your soul is still inside its original body. You’re alive.”

“Then why am I with you?” you asked, hoping that the horror you felt wasn’t too apparent in your voice and face.

“Well I couldn’t very well just leave you out there,” he said, “You were basically being tortured like that. You could have lost your mind that way, repeatedly dying and regenerating.”

You just stared at him in stunned silence for a minute. As you stare at him, you feel your memory aligning with the sight in front of you. You hardly remembered the sight you had seen, you had been in so much pain, but you had seen flashes of flame. A white, red, and gold figure, with an unnaturally eerie light. Was it really possible?

“How do you know about my… thing?” you finally ask.

“Well, the unasked for human “sacrifices” usually don’t survive that kind of stabbing. It seems that someone has put a spell on you,” he said, “It’s a seal of protection. No matter what happens to you, you eventually regenerate. Your body will heal any fatal injury, though, it appears that there are some remnants of the attack. Whoever cast it must not have had a lot of experience and didn’t really know what they were doing.”

The memories of your mothers tear filled yet hopeful eyes rushed back into your mind. Had she…?

“Is there a way to reverse it?” you asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said, “I suppose I would have to look through my grimoires, but it may take some time for me to look.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“You sure you want me to reverse it?” he said, “Most humans would kill to live on earth forever.”

“No. I haven’t even been alive that long, and I already know I never want to experience coming back to life after I die again,” you said.

He puts the tray down next to you on the bed.

“Understandable. I’ve had my own fair share of accidents and long recoveries,” he said, “I know from experience it can be quite unpleasant.”

As if to prove his point, you grimace as you sit up a bit more to eat. Your entire chest feels like it will rip back open if you’re not careful.

“I think you should stay here for a little while,” he said, fingers nearing your face. He stops just short of touching you though as he sees you tense, eventually drawing his hand away and behind his back. An awkward silence permeates the room.

“Anyway, you need time to properly recover after everything that has happened to you,” he said, “Get some proper rest. I’ll leave you to that.”

With that he walks out, closing the door.

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“I have a little surprise for you.”

You had been bored as you slowly healed. After about a week and a half, you were able to get out of bed, but there wasn’t too much to do. Your “nurse” had provided you with some books to read and puzzles, but other than that, there wasn’t much to do but rest. Though, considering how tired the attack had made you, you supposed you shouldn’t be complaining that much. You were feeling much better now, and the dullness was setting in.

Today though, Lucifer had a certain look in his eyes as he sat on the edge of your bed. He closed his hands together. As he opened them, smoke pealed and a black cat curled out. The pretty little thing which slinked onto the bed and kneaded its paws on the soft fabric. You offer a smile at his attempts to cheer you up. You had to admit that there was a certain charm about him.

“You created that?” you asked.

“Well, technically no,” he said, “I can’t make anything out of nothing. But I may have borrowed him from somewhere else.”

He absently stroked the animal. Squirming a bit, your mind raced. He seemed to be in a decent mood. You had wanted to broach a certain topic in the last day or two, but you weren’t really sure how. You didn’t want to come across as ungrateful and upset him, but he seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps now was the time.

“Um… so, I’m doing a lot better now,” you said.

“You are,” he said.

“And… I was wondering what you thought about me going back,” you said, “I think I’d be ok.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Unable to handle the awkward silence, you start babbling, rushing words out.

“I think I’d be able to handle it,” you said, “I can walk and take care of myself again. Thank you for all of your help, but I don’t want to bother you any longer.”

“You’re not bothering me at all,” he said, “I wouldn’t worry about that. Besides, I think it’s in your best interest that you stay somewhere where your safe.”

“Yes, but I can’t stay in here forever,” you said, “I don’t belong in here.”

While you had to admit he had been an attentive caretaker, you were tired of seeing the same four walls all the time. You needed to get out of here.

“…Perhaps not,” he said finally looking at you, eyes serious, “But I know that if I let you out of this building, some demon or other will get their hands on you and kill you. Or at least attempt to. And trust me, with the kind of sickos that end up down here, you do not want to end up in the wrong hands with an ability like that and no way to defend yourself. That will not be a fun time for you.”

“Er… I don’t mean out there. Can’t you just bring me back to the surface?” you ask.

He is again quiet for a long moment, a look on his face that you can’t quite place. He drums his fingers against his cane for a minute before sighing.

“Do you truly want to go back though?” he said, “You really think that’s a good idea? I mean, look what they did to you!”

He finally looks at you and waves his hand as if to dismiss your unspoken pleas, suddenly animated.

“You think no ones going to try something like this again?” he said, “That if that group finds out you survived, they’re going to be all huncky dory about it? That maybe they’ll just go ‘Oh, wowy, our little sacrifice went wrong. That’s a shame, let’s try a goat this time!’”

“Not all humans are bad,” you protest, “Plenty of us are good. I mean, you like me well enough.”

He scoffs at your words.

“Sure, I suppose some humans won’t try to take advantage of you, but just like down here, if the wrong one finds out about this little… gift of yours, and your best days on earth will rival some of the worst ones down here! Even well meaning humans might want to dissect you to find a futile way to live on earth forever,” he said.

“So what, you just want me to stay here forever?” you said, trying not to sound hysterical, “In fucking hell?”

“I mean, it’s really not so bad down here, as long as you’re with the right people,” he said, “And you couldn’t have better company. Eh?” You swear you hear a horn honk as he winks at you and shakes his elbow.

His attempt at joking optimism falls flat, with the horn sound making it only seem pathetic. The disappointment you feel must be showing on your face as he eventually sighs again and looks at you with condescending pity. It was the patronizing gaze an adult may give a child who is upset that they can’t have ice cream for dinner or an owner would give a pet that wants to jump out of a moving car.

Silly little thing. I’m sorry you’re so angry, but this is for your own good.

“I’m not a child,” you finally say, which only causes him to chuckle softly.

“No, you are not a child. It’s simply that I’m thousands of years old, and you’re what? In your mid-twenties, I would guess. It’s not as if I have more experience with the world or how humans work,” he said.

You glare at him.

“What? Don’t look at me like that! You know it’s true,” he said, “People with something special to offer tend to only attract the worst kinds of attention. Trust me, I know.”

“And I’m supposed to expect that your intentions are pure?” you said, before you could think better of it.

Rather than anger though, his face contorts to one of hurt.

“F/N, I’m sorry if I’ve ever done anything to give you the impression that I want anything from you,” he said, moving closer to you and resting his hand on yours, “I know you’re not thrilled about this situation, but you were left for dead as a sacrifice. I couldn’t have just let you suffer, it wouldn’t have been right. It’s only proper that I take responsibility for what happened to you.”

You just continue to glare at him, but a part of you hears a degree of reason in his words. You feel some guilt tighten in your chest. Perhaps you were being unreasonable. This only makes you angrier though, at him and yourself. You don’t want to concede to him.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said, “I know what it means to go one and on forever, and there are things that are much, much worse than death. Trust me.”

He’s moved so close to you now that your noses almost touch.

“Please try to understand. I’m doing this because I truly care for you. I would hate it if something happened to you,” he said.

As he speaks, he traces the edge of your chin with his fingers, and you suppress the natural urge you have to pull away. No aggression is in his eyes, only a certain pity and tenderness. He stares into your eyes like this for a moment before unexpectedly, gently and softly, he presses his lips to yours.

Wait, what?

It’s so unexpected that you freeze up in a sort of shock. You don’t even push him off of you, just hold still as he caresses your mouth with his own. Seeming encouraged that you haven’t pulled away, he moves his hand from your chin to your hair, stroking it and guiding it closer to him. It feels… pleasant. Nice. You hadn’t noticed, but at some point he had brought his other hand to your side and was slowly drawing it up your stomach, up to the side of your breast, not touching anything too intimately. Somehow, this felt more forbidden than if he had touched you more sensually. Slowly, you allow yourself to open your mouth, as if to deepen the kiss, and your fingers reach up to his shirt and rest against his chest.

Until you remember that you’re kissing the literal devil.

When that sinks in, you shudder and wretch your face away from him. He looks surprised, but allows you to do so.

“What are you doing?!” you screech.

“Um…”

“What on earth?” you cry out, horrified, “Why did you do that?!”

He looks a bit baffled for a second, “Did you not like it?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean- I-I… Don’t do that again!” you said, “I didn’t like it.”

“… All right,” he said, “If you say so.”

You feel your face heat up as you break eye contact for a second, and while he moves away a little, as if to respect your space, you catch a bit of a satisfied light in his eyes at your blushing.

–-

Lucifer ignored the pang of guilt in his gut. It was easy to squish, like an ant beneath his outstretched finger. There for just a second, and then crushed with no hope of resurrecting. He’d had plenty of practice ignoring the things he didn’t want to pay attention to, and this was no different.

You were so naive. To anyone with a hint of demonic knowledge, they would know it would be quite easy for him to remove the spell. With a few exceptions, nearly every curse that was cast could be reversed one way or another, and yours was no different. It would be child’s play for him to remove the spell and return you to your home. He was the king of hell after all.

You didn’t need to know that though.

So long he had lived life alone. He and Lilith had parted ways long ago, and he hadn’t really found anyone else. The hellborn, while at times enticing, lived short lives compared to what he had. They weren’t eternal, and they often fell under the influence of the sinners. Too many times a well meaning demon had been led on a less than savory path.

Even without that problem though, connection was so difficult for him. There was a part of him that almost seemed to disassociate whenever he was around others, even those he cared about. Yet here, with you, things were so easy. You had been literally handed to him as a gift, and your helpless ingenue personality had rekindled the softer, more romantic side of him. Perhaps he was being selfish, keeping you like this, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t recompense for whatever frustrations you were feeling.

Though for now you claimed that you didn’t like him, he could see the embarrassed desire in your eyes. Not that he would humiliate you for it. He would draw that desire out from you until it flowed from you as naturally as a river flows downstream. Already you were kissing him back, even if a bit shyly, and at this rate he was sure that he would soon have you acquiescing to more intimate expressions of his affection.

Yes, you were a little peeved now, but you’d get over it. It wasn’t as if you really knew what you wanted anyway. Humans were so difficult. Give them free will and let them do what they think they want, and they still screw it all up. They were so foolish, falling for delusions and falsehoods so easily. He couldn’t let that happen with you.

#yandere lucifer morningstar #yandere x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #yandere lucifer

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hiwelcometothemonstersancturary · 18 days

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Image ID: Two glitter texts, reading as "NIGHTMARE FACTORY – DEVLOG 0". End image ID.

Hi, I'm Garça Visconde Mirigis, and I'm VERY happy to announce that this post you're reading is the first devlog ever for my nightmare game, a 3D platformer parody of mascot horror genre! And yes, nightmare, not dream game, because making my actual dream game is way out of my current abilities at the moment!

Ever thought to yourself how different a horror game would be if our protagonist decided to help the monsters instead of... [reading a list off-screen] killing, imprisioning, sacrificing, exorcizing or even banning them to other dimensions? Because I have, for ungodly amounts of time, and after literally years I decided that the time to actually make this thing has come. Welcome to the NIGHTMARE FACTORY!

OKAY BUT WHAT IS THE SYNOPSIS?

As previously mentioned, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is a parody of mascot horror games, set in an abandoned toy factory that also used to host a theme park. You play as Vera Torres, a 57 year-old mechanic who used to work in there. One day, our dear Vera receives a call from an old coworker: The higher-ups are going to sell the factory and the theme park, but they need a good inspection, and no one is accepting the offer! Feeling a bit nostalgic and wanting to help her friend, Vera decided to help take a look inside...

... Only to discover the place is now filled with strange monsters whose leader has, somehow, decided that she's actually his mother?! But she only had one kid ever in her life...?

Yeah, Vera is CONFUSED, and it's now your duty as the player to help her figure out just what the heck is going on!

... AND WHAT THE HECK IS THE GAME ACTUALLY ABOUT?

The game is a lighthearted and pink look at mascot horror as a whole, featuring little references to other games and lots and lots of silly jokes. It is also a long love letter for the genre, because as much as I like poking fun at FNaF, it did change my life for the better and it will forever have a soft spot in my heart. I love the franchise despite it all, and making a whole game just to poke fun at it and other similar games feels stupid. No one can create a good parody if they don't love the thing they're parodying even a tiny little bit.

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is not an "aha look at how stupid this is" look at mascot horror. I want it to be as sincere as possible, and the end product needs to be honest and not ironic in the slightest in order for it to be a success.

HOWEEEVEEEER. Despite the silliness, NIGHTMARE FACTORY can and will feature grapphic imagery and disturbing content due to its nature as a horror title. Trigger and content warnings have not been currently set, but shall be added as development continues.

WHAT ARE THE ~ INSPIRATIONS ~ ?

HEHEHE. HAHAHHAA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MY FAVORITE PART!

The gameplay is inspired by the original Crash Bandicoot trilogy, Pac-Man World 1-2 and Rayman 2! These are my favorite platformers ever and I played them for hours as a kid, and since NIGHTMARE FACTORY is all about toys and childhood I figured it would be the perfect fit!

For themes and story, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is inspired by Five Nights at Freddy's, Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival, Tattletail, Poppy Playtime, Silent Hill 1-4, Welcome Home, My Friendly Neighborhood and the Lacey series on YouTube! Some of the themes include loss of childhood, the horrors of motherhood and girlhood, corporate corruption, trauma recovery, grief and rage.

For visuals, however? Alice: Madness Returns, Hello Kitty Roller Rescue, Strawberry Shortcake: The Sweet Dreams Game, Disney Princess' Enchanted Journey and old dress-up flash games are my references!

THE SETTING

The game is set in 2020s São Paulo, Brazil, AKA where I live, and it can and will feature elements of brazilian culture. The final version should have both english and brazilian-portuguese translations, with cultural notes being featured to help non-brazilians understand some jokes and themes better.

CURRENT SITUATION

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is currently sitting at "the single gamedev is desperate to start programming but he's busy with uni work" stage of production, but do not worry, the single gamedev is also working on the story, how level progression shall go, how the game should feel to play, and, of course, planning the mechanics, AKA the most important part of a fun game. I'll make an entire devlog detailing every single main mechanic as soon as I'm able to finally start fully working on this!

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is being made with Godot, Blender and Krita, and it will be released first for PC.

NOW A LOOK AT HOW THE SINGLE GAMEDEV IS ALREADY ANXIOUS ABOUT MAKING THE GAME

It wouldn't be a project I made without me losing my mind about it from day 0!

Nightmare Factory is a 3D platformer game, with around ~30 levels planned, divided into 5 acts/chapters/arcs/sessions. You can think as these sets of levels as Crash Bandicoot's Warped level selection, like this!

After answering some asks relating to mascot horror as a genre, I remembered a conversation I had with my amazing partner some weeks ago about how I want to release NIGHTMARE FACTORY. YES, I didn't even start programming it, but this is the type of thing I need to settle on before I build a good chunk of the game. It will be important!

But then. There's the problem: I don't like it when games are "released" but you have to pay more to get all of them. Yeah, each chapter would be super cheap so they would have a full game price when combined, but also. Do I want to do this. Do I genuinely want to do this. Like? Am I sure this is the right way to do it?????

Image ID: Screenshot of Crash Warped for the PS1, with Crash standing in front of a warp room with 5 blue buttons on the floor, each marked with a number from 1 to 5. The 6th button has the face of Tiny Tiger, signaling it to be the entrance to a boss fight level. End image id.

My first plan was to release each act separately so I could both get feedback and also have more fun, because by getting feedback I would be way less worried about messing things up + I could update things like character physics to be less wonky or more stiff in case it was a common complaint, which could change the entire level design. And also because I'm a clown and I want to make a mascot horror parody, and releasing it in chapters aligns perfectly with how I want this to go.

Anyways, this has now lead to me deciding that the game should be a "pay for it once" type of thing. I'll still release it in chapters, but the updates will be for free. Will I regret this decision because liking it or not I need money + I am an indie dev + there's nothing wrong with game devs expecting to be, y'know, PAID for their work? Absolutely so!!!!! But I think that, for now, this will be how I develop this silly game.

Anyways, this is getting long enough, so I'll finish it for now. Character introductions will be made after the gameplay-focused devlog, so see you guys soon enough! Byeeee <3

#devlog #gamedev #indie games #mascot horror #platformer #3d platformer #NIGHTMARE FACTORY #garcas devlogs #☀️

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pipe-weeds · 1 year

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-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬.

✧ ˖ ° in other words, the little things he does that make your heart flutter. includes mostly fluff and some angst. posted april 1, edited april 20.

⋆ ˚ ✦ a/n - first time writing for lotr (also requests are open)!!! i just watched the movies, and i love them!!! frodo and pippin have my heart!

Most of the time, Frodo just wants to feel your touch, eager to feel any semblance of a former life. He often keeps his hands busy, fiddling with the ring in his pocket or biting on his fingernails. Frodo loves having your hand in his, with it being a constant reassurance that everything will be alright.

Moreover, Frodo likes when you play with his hair. Whenever the two of you have a moment to rest, you often find yourself braiding his curly locks and daydreaming out loud. He tells you stories Bilbo told him as a child (more specifically, the reclaiming of Erebor, with the omission of Bilbo’s wildly exaggerated details) while you languidly twirl his hair around your finger, enjoying one of the few and rare moments of tranquility.

The other hobbits relentlessly tease Frodo about his profound admiration towards you. Frodo talks about you to anyone willing to listen (usually Samwise Gamgee) and rambles about you in journals. While Merry playfully teases Frodo for his lovesick ramblings, Sam thinks they’re romantic.

Whenever you and Frodo have a moment to rest, he finds solace in your company, content with simple silence. Above all else, Frodo simply enjoys your presence; the thought of you alone soothes him and puts his mind at ease.

Most nights end with being in each other’s arms, huddled against him for warmth, as he lulls you to sleep with a Hobbit lullaby from his childhood. It’s difficult to sleep on a bed of rocks and without soft sheets, but there’s some comfort found in Frodo’s words. However, not all nights are as serene and quiet; there are nights you and Frodo remain restless and converse for hours, reminiscing about better times. Yet, no matter how melancholy you may be, those nights always end in the same way: Frodo peppering kisses all over your cheeks and whispers of I love you.

With each step toward Mordor, memories of the Shire grow fainter. As a ringbearer, the stark possibility of death looms over his mind, haunting him as a nightmare does to one in slumber. To him, it’s inevitable. In return, he never passes up the opportunity to express his admiration, realizing that every moment with you might be his last.

Frodo knows you better than you know yourself. The hobbit is a great listener; he memorizes the little and nonsensical things like your favorite flower, food, and color.

He’s also attentive and catches on to your emotions quickly. If you’re feeling downhearted, Frodo will lend his ears and listen, helping to quell the unease inside you.

Despite the circumstances, you always bring a smile to Frodo’s face. Your companionship makes Frodo easily forget about the ring around his neck and the horrors you’ve faced since the departure from Bag End. In his eyes, you’re a gift from the heavens, and he’s forever grateful that you’ve chosen to stay by his side.

#🌱 - fics #frodo x reader #frodo baggins x reader #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader #frodo x you #frodo baggins x you #lotr x you #lord of the rings x you

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Entry No. 2: A Nightmare on Camp Sina (Choice A)

Content warning: descriptions of body horror

A/N: I hear thee anons! Do you think you chose the right path? Enjoy the adventure ;)

═══ PREVIOUSLY ON YOUR WAY TO CAMP SINA ═══

Hange will likely tell you a strange story.

You were given a choice to either

a.) let them tell you that story or,

b.) ask them something else

⚠ YOU ARE IN CHOICE A. ⚠

Upon seeing your eagerness to hear the story, Hange became more enthused, even fully facing your way as they began to speak.

"Well, you see, the bus to Camp Sina has a rumor..." Hange tapped their fingers lightly on the seat. "Aside from the fact that Camp Sina has a reputation for hosting scary themes, an ongoing urban legend started about nine years ago."

Their brown eyes sparkled with brimming excitement as they continued, "The story goes like this: If you sleep facing the bus window and wake up in the same position, you will see a reflection beyond imagination. One that will rob you of your sleep forever

And once granted with sleep, it would be your last. You would be in a constant state of sleep, plagued with terrifying distorted images of your memories for eternity."

Hange observed your face as you took in the story before adding, "Sounds ridiculous, right? But usual campers cannot help but believe it when there are newspapers about strange sightings around the camp."

The bus turned left, astray from the two other buses in front.

"Newspapers, huh? It has been on the news?" you wondered. It sounds peculiar, given that you've never heard a word about Camp Sina. Not even from your friends and acquaintances who were avid searchers of new campsites to venture into. Camp Sina was a little old or too common, it seems.

"In a small publication paper, yes," Hange answered. "News about campers seeing things, some accidents too."

Hange began to recount incidents of campers claiming to have strange apparitions and reflections on the bus window. What they claimed to be shadows, even followed them back to the camp and never left since then.

"Reportedly," Hange butted their own story, punctuating the word. "They claim those stories to be true. But fear not, Y/N."

An easy smile appeared on their face as their knuckles knocked twice against the bus window. "Even if you slept facing the window, I'm blocking most of it from your sight so you're not in danger."

You chuckled at their playfulness and said, "Oh, don't you worry. I'm not scared."

Slowly, you shifted on your seat, head cushioned as your face turned toward them. Hange's face suffused with a mischievous joy, a lively glow capturing your eyes. Despite the murky blackness from the window beyond, you didn't mind drifting off to sleep facing Hange.

Their head turned lightly, observing your soft features indicating a step closer to slumber.

"Sleep well, Y/N. I'll handle anything that would try to peek over here," they pointed a thumb at the bus window and let out a soft chuckle. "Nothing would disturb you, I promise."

And as if given permission, you meandered through the land of sleep, the gentle chatter within the bus drifting into a hum.

You're safe here, you could've sworn you heard those words in Hange's voice, although there's no way to be sure.

"We're almost there, Y/N."

You stirred from your sleep, stretching an arm as one went to rub over your eye. Hange was facing the window, their whole body turned against you as if something of huge interest was outside the window.

"How long have I been asleep?" you yawned out, partly distracted by Hange's eagerness to peek outside, almost as if they wanted to jump out.

"Not even thirty minutes," they responded quickly as if their answers were programmed. Perhaps, they were too occupied with the sight outside, it was almost tempting to scoot closer and observe as well. "Most of you are still asleep. How funny."

Your eyes scanned over the bus, poking your head over or beside the seat to confirm their claim. No one else seems to be awake among the passengers except for you and Hange.

Hange kept looking outside the window, unmoving. The bus quieted, wrapping the atmosphere in an uncanny silence. There is something wrong.

Against the defeaning silence, you reached out for Hange's hand, saying their name without hearing your voice. But when they turn to face you, the fabric of your vision melts, morphing and twisting into deformed images. Hange's face swirled into a color, rapidly running and merging with their light yellow sleeve shirt. Their mouth moved once more before disappearing into a swirl of pink, "What's wrong, Y/N?"

A soundless scream formed in your mouth as your hand that had been holding the began merging, the colors morphing as if they possessed a life of their own. You stumbled out of your seat, frantic eyes scanning for the exit, only to be met by the twisted, eyeless faces of your fellow campers who seemed to be looking at you. And waiting for you to melt away with them.

Hange heard your whimper as you slept, shaking them out of their reverie and never-ending musings. Your brows creased, lips upturned in both fright and disgust.

"Y/N?" Hange took your trembling hands and began squeezing them tightly with theirs. You had to wake up.

You gasped audibly, as though one snatched from the water after nearly drowning. The other campers eyed your direction, while some were too busy hoisting up their bags as the bus neared Camp Sina.

In your panic-stricken state, Hange only held you tighter, their voice retrieving your attention.

"Y/N, are you all right?" Their questions varied to different concerned and intrigued tones as they rubbed on your back. Your agitated silence began to worry them. They squeezed your hands once more. "I'm here, Y/N."

"Right, yes. Thank you..." you mumbled, breath running short in your throat. You processed the nightmare that came alive in your head a few minutes ago. Features turned into mere pigments as if the fabric of your vision became soiled by its own colors.

Hange began helping you with your bags the moment the bus skidded to a stop.

"We're here, Y/N," they spoke, tapping your shoulder, an invitation to follow them as both of you descend the bus with other campers. You nodded and trailed behind, still slightly disconcerted the moment you set foot outside.

"Were you having a nightmare earlier?" Hange asked first thing after descending the vehicle with you. You watched the bus to Camp Sina roll off and vanish into the night, its vivid yellow color swallowed by the muted blues and greens of its surroundings.

"Yeah, I'm never sleeping in that damn bus again," you mumbled. Hange chuckled, arm brushing with yours as both your feet padded across the damp earth. Tall, shady trees surrounded Camp Sina, making the place cool enough despite the summer heat. A perfect place for obscure operations, your mind mused.

Lamps suffused the cabins with a yellowish glow, ruddy at a certain angle because of the brownish-red wood. After being given instructions by a counselor you see quite dimly, you and Hange proceeded to take a cabin near a large tree along with a few others.

"It always has an earthy smell in here," Hange muttered, flopping their bags on the foot of the bed with a soft thud. They drew the window open, running a finger outside the frame before turning to you with a smile.

"Moss," Hange showed you a finger dotted with pigments of green. "Plenty of that grew here. They love shady locations."

You stood beside them by the window, elbows resting on the frame as you looked yonder. Dark outlines of trees filled your vision, vaguely illuminated by weak light from the rows of cabins. Moss crawled along the expanse of the cabin wall, almost reaching the window frame.

"The moss adds a certain touch to the cabin," you observed.

"A sense of abandonment, perhaps? Or just an earthy touch," Hange responded, leaning by the wall with their arms crossed. They began to lower their voice the moment they saw fellow campers starting to settle for sleep on their respective beds.

"Would you be able to sleep tonight?" Hange's eyes traveled back to your face, studying your features to predict your response.

"At this point, I don't think I can," you mumbled, those visions worming itself back to your head. The ridiculous urban legend Hange told you earlier has resurfaced, convincing half of you that there must be some truth in it.

"Maybe you'd like a stroll outside to get your mind off that nightmare of yours," Hange offered, pushing the cabin door ajar. "There's this nice pond with a few frogs in them. It's about three cabins away from here. Or perhaps, the woods? I find fascinating trinkets there all the time!"

Hange's face alight with joy as they offered to distract you from this sleepless night.

"You sure you won't like to sleep in instead?" you asked.

"Not really fond of sleeping, especially at this time," Hange pushed the door open and stepped outside, brushing their feet off the wooden floor. "The stars looked beautiful tonight too."

The trip to Camp Sina may not have started most favorably due to the strangeness and horror it exudes. However, Hange's presence in such a mysterious place stilled your trust once more. You stepped outside with them, quietly closing the door behind you. Each star sparkled in its own way from where you were looking, each gleam almost like a message or an omen.

"So what do you say?" Hange rippled the silence, an elbow nudging your sides as they smiled. "There are very few attractions here and the most interesting ones I could offer you are the pond or the woods."

Where would you like Hange to take you?

The choice is yours.

a.) the pond

b.) the woods

[Answer here to continue the story.]

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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continuation of ada reader x sigma 👀 and it’s okay, take your time 🫶🏻 what if doa ends up finding out about their secret relationship and either threatens to k*ll reader or ask sigma to use it to backstab the ada? (Even worse if they threaten by using his life or the casino 😭)

I have one word for you and the word is 'yes' I don't write enough angst and it will probably be easy to tell but oh well.

'•.¸♡the only right choice is always wrong♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

A sequel to what to choose

An alternative to this sequel: false choice

Angst ig

Cw!!!Death, suicide

If this subject is triggering in anyway please do not read, your mental wellbeing is more important

Sigma's worst nightmare came true, the decay of angel found out about the relationship he's been keeping a secret, his lover works in a rival organisation therefore the only way for him to stay alive and to keep his job in the casino is to keep the relationship a secret.

His only options are either to: be killed by the doa, betray the love of his life and the ada, kill the one person he swore to give up his life for or suicide. He even considered going out romeo and juliet style, seeing or even thinking about his lover feeling great a deal of pain made his heart ache and he didn't want them to feel saddened, but he didn't want to loose them, despite what he were to choose either they would end up dead or feel extremely hurt and will live in grief forever.

Sigma sat in his office for hours feeling too scared to go home and face his sweetheart, he just couldn't bare the thought of seeing them at the moment, even think about them brought tears to his eyes causing to brake into another crying and sobbing mess, the worst of it all was when he heard a knock on the door, was he crying too loud? He tried to compose himself and wipe away his tears in hope the person wouldn't notice the misery in his red eyes.

When he opened the door to his horror you stood there, certainly the last and only person he wanted to see at the moment, he let you in hoping you wouldn't realise his distress and go on about your day. 'What happened dear?' The worry in your voice threatened the tears to spill out again but he didn't let them, he wanted to out on a brave front for you. 'Nothing I just need to stay here a while.' Sorrow echoed throughout his voice and reaching the depths of your heart. You decided to give him a hug in the hope of making him feel better but the action had the opposite affect, Sigma started to sob and hold onto you tightly as if this was the last time he was going to hold you.

The two of you stood there until Sigma's sob died down, he kept on hugging you tightly but used one of his hands to wipe away his tears. You have decided to lead him to the couch and sit there for a while, 'Are you ok? What happened?' You said in a soft and soothing voice trying to calm Sigma down. Sigma didn't say anything for a couple of seconds and only holding onto you with his head on one of your shoulders. Sigma couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth but thinking about telling you a lie was as painful so he decided to stay silent for a while until you spoke again. 'We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to but if you change your mind I'm always here for you.' You only got silents in response again. 'Let's go home and you can sleep it off there alright?' Your voice was a comfort to Sigma and he never wanted to stop hearing it. Sigma nodded to your suggestion and the two of you went home after Sigma composed himself and got ready to leave.

In the car Sigma finally made up his mind on what to do although it was a painful solution, if you could even call it that, but there was nothing else Sigma could do.

At home the two of you got ready for bed, you were worried about Sigma, you have never seen him in such a state and you didn't know what was causing him to act the way he was acting. You were ready to go to sleep, Sigma told you to go to bed and he'll join you in a bit first he needed to do something in the kitchen.

The lights were turned off and Sigma slid into bed after placing what you assumed was a glass of water on the bedside table. 'I love you and whatever it is we can find away to over come it together.' Your voice only brought more tears and your warm embrace didn't help either, all you got as a response was a nod, or what you thought was a nod. Sigma wasn't facing you, how could he be facing you? He had to make a decision, the worst decision of his life, either him or you.

"I love you..."

Sigma's last words that evening. You were fast asleep lying in your bed with a steady breath, unaware of your surroundings, holding the person you trusted the most, the one you loved and told all your deepest fears to, the fear of being betrayed by one's you love, the fear of Sigma's death, the fear of never being able to say goodbye.

With tears in his eyes Sigma got up and made sure you were sound asleep and taking knife he placed on the bedside table he held it upside-down in a stabbing position, he walked over to your unconscious body and lifted the knife over your body, placing his other hand over the knife he did the only thing he promised himself not to do... he began to stab you. Waking up from the immense pain in your chest you could see Sigma's body hovering over you and his loud sobs, your mind in shock you reach over to touch his cheek 'what's wrong?' Your weak voice startled Sigma and his cries only got louder and you could feel years dropping down onto your body, your body now felt wet, very wet. The unexplained stabbing chest ache still there, you felt tired and confused. Your hand traveled to the pain only to feel Sigma's hands holding something, you felt more weak by the second, you gently took hold of Sigma's hands, 'what's wrong?'

Sigma didn't want to leave hold of the knife, he was scared, scared of the reality of what he had done, of the fact that he'll never be able to see you smile again, he'll never hear your voice, your warmth is seeping through your body, your life is seeping away from your body.

He pulled the knife out, he couldn't bare to continue stabbing you, all he could do know was hold you and cry, cry all night till the morning.

Sigma opened his eyes, he was holding onto a dead corpse with a pool of blood surrounding him and his long dead lover, he could feel his eyes hurt, he couldn't cry anymore, he couldn't do anything, he refused to believe you were dead, he just wanted to stay in that position forever he just wanted you to be near him for as long as you could. But he knew he couldn't stay that way forever, Fyodor was coming over to hear his decision.

He got up to grab the he used to stab your heart and he stabbed himself in his own heart, it would be unfair for you to be the only one to go through the pain of seeing your loved one stabbing you in your heart. He felt the unbearable of being stabbed but nothing hurt more then having to stab his love. He felt tired, his eyes were filled with tears again, his heart was crying, crying over his mistake, crying over the horrible actions he took to protect you which ended up failing in the end, he failed in protecting you from your fears, from him...

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Idk if I'm crying cuz the music or cuz of this, I hope you enjoyed it! :)

I don't think I did it justice tho.

I think I should write more angst, would y'all enjoy that?

Have a wonderful day/night! :)

-with love's sadness, Az the wizard frog. ♡

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #sigma #sigma x you #i fucking cried while writing this 💀#sigma x y/n #angst sigma x reader

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question prompts @vipaeris asked: “ what did they do to you? ”

ㅤThe shock in his mentor's tone managed to pierce through the haze of the strong pain killers, fortunately and unfortunately so. Bringing along a renewed landslide of grief, heartbreak, rage, guilt. The image forever etched in his mind of his parents' lifeless bodies, mere inches away from himself, while he could do nothing but stare in helpless horror. Was that what a genius and prodigy amounted to? Not a nightmare to now wake up from, in sheer relief while tangled up in soft bed covers, but the cruelest reality.

«Sensei-»

ㅤTitle falling from Itachi's chapped lips in barely above a whisper, eyes blinking slowly, drowsily, as he felt the older man's hand come to rest on his forehead oh-so-gently. Or... his eye, to be accurate. The one remaining, other than the appalling wound covered by layers of gauze and bandages around the left side of his face. Where was his body not covered in bandages, at the moment, after that brutal clash with pretty much the entire ROOT division? Most of it hidden by the hospital bed covers, however, exception being the very obviously broken left arm; immobilized in a layer of cast and then again by his chest.

ㅤAnswering that question fell flat, as Orochimaru possibly expected it to, anyway; quite self-explanatory, upon one single look cast in the boy's direction. That and the rumors, if not downright confirmations, that must already be circulating. Itachi wasn't even certain for how long he'd been out of commission, might have been a whole half a year for all he knew. Which, just like that, begged a question of his own, far more important than anything else. And so he attempted to sit up, despite the sharp pain immediately shooting through his ribs and down his spine.

«Where is Sasuke...? Is he all right?»

#vipaeris #[verse] in those arms; carrying all the dreams as you can #gently slides this pain your way

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Anyone But Me, Anyone But You | Corinthian x m!reader

Anonymous asked: “Don’t be scared, please, don’t be scared of me” with the corinthian? starts out angst but ends with fluff? maybe he shows the reader his eyes and tells him that he's a nightmare? also can it preferably be short!m!reader? ty! :) love ur writing dude!

summary: Corinthian knows that it's only a matter of time until you find out who and what he really is and the things that he's done and the people he's hurt, but he'd rather that you hear it from you, than anyone else.

tws: swearing, mentions of drunkenness, mentions of violence

Despite the fact that it went against his very nature and everything he had been created for, Corinthian had developed more than a soft spot for you; his boyfriend, he loved you dearly, or at least, as much as a nightmare was capable of. He protected you every night without you realising it, scaring off any other nightmare who dared to so much as creep at the edges of your dreams; he would linger in the back of your sleeping mind, hands in his pockets and keeping a vigilant watch. No other nightmares could come close to you, they couldn't even trace the outermost layer of your slumber; but they weren't the only ones he ensured would not get close to you.

Other serial killers, collectors they called themselves, weren't allowed to so much as look at you without Corinthian stepping in and showing them exactly why they weren't even allowed to breathe in your direction; he claimed many victims because of that, even notched his reputation up a little bit more. Even when it came to the small things, like reaching up to the top shelf or getting things from the top of the wardrobe, Corinthian was making damn sure that he did it so that you didn't risk hurting yourself; humans were fragile, one slip when you tried to clamber up on the counter and you could smash the back of your skull wide open.

You were his boyfriend, his alone, and he was more than determined to make sure that you were kept safe and sound at all times.

You were his. Only his.

Still, you didn't know about the most of it; you didn't know about the collecting, about collectors, outside of what was in the news or what was being reported in newspapers. You didn't know that he was from another realm, that he was created to mirror the worst and most vile aspects of humanity; you didn't know that he was a nightmare and that his creator, Dream, was trying to find him so he could take him back or kill him. Corinthian wanted you to know, though, he wanted you to know even though you never asked; you never asked why he didn't sleep, why he always kept those thick rimmed sunglasses on even when he was indoors and it was just you and him.

You never asked, you seemed perfectly content to simply be with him for everything he would show you; yet, Corinthian wanted you to know the truth about him. He needed you to know because he knew there would be a day where things would catch up to him, as careful and meticulous and smart as he was, he knew he couldn't run forever. He could try, and maybe it would be long after your human life had ended, but maybe it would be within the hour.

Quietly, the television played an old horror film, one that was banned in Germany and was only allowed to be shown to British audiences after two thousand and one; it was Italian made, one of the most controversial horror films to ever exist, and as screaming and shouting filled the bedroom, Corinthian moved to lie on his side, daring to distract you from the film he knew you loved so, so fucking much.

For a moment, he simply observed you; you were much shorter than him, and due to being mortal, you were fragile in comparison. Yet he had never met a man like you before; he had never met a man who made his knees weak with a smile and the tips of ears and his cheeks burn a deep pink with a laugh. He had never met a man so handsome, with such great taste in films; he had never met a man like you before and he was convinced you were actually the only one. In your eyes, Corinthian could see the excitement as you gazed at the screen, he could see the focus and he could see the passion behind the colour, and he dared to smile, licking his lips; you loved that film so much, he almost felt guilty for drawing your attention when he laid his hand on your bare stomach and tapped his fingers against the soft, warm, flesh.

"We should talk," he said quietly, so as not to disturb the film too much.

You turned your head, just about giving him your attention although not all of it. "What about? Do you wanna hear about how the main character, Monroe, is played a por-"

"No," Corinthian chuckled, shaking his head. "Another time... we should talk about something else."

You grabbed the Xbox remote, and hit the button that made the film pause as you grumbled softly, moving onto your side so that you knew he had all of your attention. "What's wrong?"

"Turn the light on," he growled, and when you did, he sat up, crossing his legs beneath him as he cleared his throat. "I need to show you something."

You cocked your head to the side, watching him with great focus as, for the first time, he removed those thick rimmed glasses and let them rest on his knee; you furrowed your brows, swallowing thickly as you looked at him. Where his eyes should have been, were two sets of seeth; you weren't sure how to react, but when he reached for you hand, you moved away.

"Don't," Corinthian said quietly, shaking his head as he clenched his jaw and swallowed thickly. "Not you."

You said nothing, staring at him in shock and disbelief and... and a little bit of fear as you sat with your back against the headboard, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. Your breathing picked up a little, and you could hardly look at him.

"(y/n)," he growled softly. "Don't be scared, please, don't be scared of me. I can deal with anyone being scared of me, but not you. Talk to me, puppy."

Quietly, all you could muster was a mere three words, "what the fuck?"

Corinthian sighed, running a hand through his hair and biting at his lower lip as he put the glasses back on, not daring to make a move to touch you or to be close to you; he had a feeling that you would run, that you would bolt at any second, and had it been anyone else, he would have pinned them down and taken their eyes and caused them enough pain to make him grin... but not you. Anyone but you. He almost couldn't stomach the thought of you, his precious mortal boyfriend, being scared of him.

"Allow me to explain," he tried to keep his voice calm and even, "please?"

You nodded, pressing your face against your knees as you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself.

"I'm not human," Corinthian started, "far from it. I was created as a nightmare - the worst parts of humanity put together and a mirror of those things... I'm not from this realm. I escaped from my original realm over a hundred years ago, to be here."

"Over a hundred years ago?" The words were weak, and cracking as you sniffled.

He nodded. "Over a hundred years ago."

"You saw the Great War."

"I did."

"Did you meet the Red Baron?"

"I did. He was... nice. Very smart."

You nodded, clearing your throat and daring to look at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You wouldn't have believed me," he chuckled softly. "Would you?"

"I'm... I'm not sure," you admitted quickly.

"Exactly," he huffed. "You wouldn't have believed it... but there's something else."

"Oh god," you grumbled. "Let me guess: you're actually married and you have kids."

Corinthian furrowed his brows as he shook his head and dared to laugh. "No... I'm a collector. It's... it's another term for serial killer."

"Okay," you said slowly, quietly. "But you're... you're a nightmare?"

"I'm both," he explained, "but I'm not like that Dexter guy in that show you watch. I do it for pleasure, I don't care who it is. As long as I can take their eyes."

You swallowed thickly, backing away from him a little more. "You're not gonna-"

"You? No," he shook his head. "Anyone but you. You're off limits."

"Why?"

"Because I have a soft spot for you," Corinthian admitted with a shake of his head. "Why do you think you don't have nightmares? Or why you've been a target for other collectors? You. Are. Off. Limits."

You fell silent, wanting to believe him more than anything, wanting to trust him; you knew you shouldn't have, you knew it was probably an idiotic and foolish thing to do. But then you looked at him, and all you could think about was the first time you had met.

It had been a dark night, and you had been partying with your friends at someone's house; you were walking back when you bumped into him, grinning and telling him that he was so, so handsome. He had smiled, and had offered to get you a taxi, and although you couldn't exactly remember how, you had wound up walking home with him; you had crashed in his bed and you strictly remember that he had made himself comfortable on the sofa. You talked the whole morning, well into the afternoon, and exchanged numbers; you texted every day until you both had a free day to meet up. He took you to see a classic horror film at a drive through; you ended up making out in his car and didn't even pay attention to the film.

"You really do all that?"

He nodded. "Yeah. You're my boyfriend, it's the least I can do... just, please... don't be scared of me."

Slowly, you dared to move closer, moving down the bed until you were in his lap, your legs either side of his hips as you buried your face against his chest and held on tightly to him; carefully, Corinthian returned the embrace, daring to rub your back gently as he swallowed thickly.

"You're not scared?"

"No," you mumbled against his chest. "I was... a little bit but... not now."

He nodded, humming softly and keeping you close. "Do you wanna keep watching your film?"

"Before we do... you do realise that I love you, right?" You asked. "I mean, the teeth... I can get used to that. The nightmare thing... I'm not worried about. You're still the same Corinthian to me."

He smiled. Anyone but you, he could handle being scared of him. Anyone but you. He could handle anyone trying to square up to you, because he knew that he would fight tooth and... more tooth to keep you safe; still, he knew that a mortal couldn't remain in that position for long, and with slow and careful movements, dragged you up, letting you cuddle into him, your head on his chest as he laid down and put his hand at the back of your neck, his thumb moving up and down slowly and gently, making you grumble softly as you snuggled into him a little more. He reached for the remote, and pressed the button to resume playing the film.

"You're my boyfriend," he said quietly. "I need you to know that I'll protect you from anything and everything."

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#mlem writes #corinthian x reader #the corinthian #the corinthian imagine #the corinthian x reader #corinthian #corinthian imagine #sandman x reader #the sandman imagine #the sandman x reader #the sandman #the sandman netflix

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itsohh · 2 years

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Ignored Gut Feeling

A/N: G/N reader, this uh was something I was planning on when I first did the list. I was looking at Doc or Lion for this day so uh *throws fic* kobe. This is a horror fic so viewer discretion is very much adviced.

Day 28: Tentacles

Word count: 1488

Warnings: NSFT, smut, body horror, horror, nightmares

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Coms were completely static, not a voice to be heard as you so desperately tried to call for help. Alone in the hospital, you sprinted, with little ammo left in your rifle the option to outgun the infected had long since left the table. Bodies littered the floor around you, blood splattered over the walls and floor while the emergency lights flickered above you.

The sound of your hurried footsteps echoed down the floor as the clicking groans of the horde behind you were quick on your trail. Hope came in the form of a door, one you sprinted through and pulled down the large metal bar. It wouldn't keep it down forever but it would buy you some time. Down the hallway, you sprinted before pushing through the doors. Bright light consumed your vision causing you to shield your eyes with a groan.

As you recovered from it you found the horrors behind you long gone, you were in an operating theatre. A decent crowd sat upstairs, visible to you due to the room's open ceiling. All eyes were on you, everything was so pristine, and clean inside while you still wore your bloody uniform. In the middle of the room, you recognised one person. Gustave. He gave you a look of concern as he placed his scalpel on the metal side table. Under his medical mask, he called out your name and started to walk around the operating table towards you.

“Are you alright?” He asked and your eyes went to the body on his table… it was… you? You took a step backward away from Gustave as he called your name again. Yet the next time you blinked the scene had changed. No longer was the crowd upstairs, and no longer were there any assistants. Gustave continued to stand there, and the lights flickered off. When they flickered back on, the double of you had gone. Yet he still stood there, no longer in medical equipment but in a white dress shirt and a pair of black pants.

“My dear are you okay?” The concern in his eyes was genuine and he took a hesitant step towards you. Step by step he moved towards you until he was at arm's length. You didn’t stop him as he removed the helmet from your face, stroking your face afterwards. “There you are, my love. What’s got you so frightened? I’m here, it's okay.” His voice was calm, and reassuring as your face leaned against him. Despite all the warning bells that ran off in your head, you couldn’t help but relax into the familiarity of him. Time seemed almost incredibly slow but fast at the same time, something started to scratch against your leg and when you went to look down Gustave prevented you, his hand lifting your cheek to face him once again.

“Gustave.” You whispered but his soft smile started to cool your concerns.

“It's all okay, don’t worry. Your safe now.” Any response was cut off as his lips pressed against your own, the oddly almost overly sweet taste of his lips against you. There was something deep down inside of you that screamed but you didn’t do anything, didn’t care as the annoyance on your leg wrapped around it, slowly making its way up. Gustave's lips became rougher, faster against your lips. His arm wrapped around your body, pulling you flush against him. With your eyes shut your hands found his hair and you tugged on it lightly. In the small gasps that you managed to get in through his assault, small moans left your lips. All thoughts left your mind, unconcerned as your amour and clothing were quite literally shredded from your body.

His hands found your thigh- no- not his hands. One was still around your waist and the other on your cheek. Something started to lift up your legs, the same grip that had woven itself around one leg had mirrored the other. The sensation of being lifted had your lips part from Gustave, panic shot through your eyes, and that deep feeling starting to rise to the surface. “Sh sh sh, it's okay. It's just me, relax my dear. There's nothing to be worried about. You love me oui? Want me?” With hooded eyes, you nodded and a smile found its way onto his face.

“Bein, then enjoy yourself.” You slowly nodded and he took a step back, your body continuing to rise up. Suspended in the air, you were fully on show for him, completely naked. Only then did you look down at your body, as you looked down you saw the long tentacle that wrapped around your legs and up your thighs. With wide eyes you became aware that they came from Gustave, dipping out of the backside of his shirt.

“W-what?”

“Let me make you feel good my love, I’ll take care of you. I promise.” At your lack of movement he continued, another pair of tentacles slowly slithered down from his back and ran across the floor. They were all dark in colour, a solid black coated in a translucent liquid. One wrapped around your torso and curled around your throat. The tip of it rubbed against your cheek where Gustave’s hand once was. The other had found your entrance and started to prod it, its slippery surface making it so easy to slide the tip in. Gustave's eyes were on you and he leaned against the operating table, more tentacles coming from the man. They joined their brothers and wrapped around your body, one coming to your mouth. “Open.” Gustave ordered, obvious that they were under his command. Your dry lips parted and one entered, sliding into your mouth. It didn't go very far, content to have just the end of it in there

A muffled moan left your lips as the tentacle at your entrance finally entered, pushing its way in. Gustave's eyes were full of glee as the tentacle started fucking into you, at a fast pace that had you squirming in the air. The tentacles around your body tightened on you, stilling your form. The one in your mouth pulled out with a pop, a line of its mysterious liquid and your saliva connecting it. The tips of two found your nipples, circling the sensitive area.

A scream practically left your mouth as another tentacle joined the one inside of your hole. A scream that turned into a muffled moan as they alternated in movements, fucking you. How you managed to have so much inside of you amazed you but comprehensive thought was long gone. One started to rub against your sex, adding to the overwhelming pleasure that shook your core. Your eyes managed to see Gustave in the corner of your eye. He was still fully dressed seemingly unaffected, only the expression on his face told you he was even paying attention.

The tentacles all started to move faster, move harder, stretching you to your limits. The one in your mouth shot down your throat and you started to gag on it, choking just as he sent you over the edge. Tears left your eyes as you came on the tentacles, hard. His smile grinned an almost inhuman smile as you came, continuing the movements. Yet something started to crack. The room became darker and the texture of the tentacles started to change. Their smooth wet texture became jagged and sharp, impaling into your body.

Pain shot throughout your body as the round tips became daggers that shot into your body. Gustave's body started to change, sharp spikes shooting out of it, his eyes glowing red as his clothes were partially shredded. Blood poured from your body, the warm liquid flowing out of your lips and covering your body. Any screams you attempted were cut off by the spike inside of you, piercing through your throat and out your back. The chimera parasite let out a sound of aggression, of victory as the life flowed from your body. There was nothing you could do as your pain consumed your body and-

Gasps left your lips as you shot up in the bed. Hands shaking and covered in sweat you cried out at the action. Next to your there was a small movement and the side lamp turned on. When contact came to your shoulder you flinched away from it. “You're awake now, it was just a nightmare, your safe.”

“I'm- please don’t say that.” The nightmare flashed before your eyes.

“Do you wish to talk about it?”

“Truth or Consequences.” Your voice was raspy and Gustave leaned over to the side table. A glass of water was handed to you.

“Drink.” Slowly you took the glass from him and followed his instruction.

“I’ll be alright, I think I just need to sit. Do you mind keeping the light on?”

“Of course.”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #doc x reader #gustave kateb #kinktober #kinktober2022

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000 - Why Do We Have This Slot?

This cage is vast, it has no walls. While I stand still all I see is a white plain stretching across an equally blank sky. There is no life in this place. I can move for as long as I choose but should I stop even for a moment I am snapped back to this spot, forever damned to be tethered to my prison. Despite this, I have wandered far, exploring the purgatory I have known for countless years. In my travels in this wasteland of white I have seen flashes of things, horrible things that simply should not be. Grotesque abominations that appear for moments at a time only to disappear as if they had never been there at all.

My memories of these creatures continue to lead me back to one memory specifically. A black shapeless being, a formless thing that could not have been created by any God in this or any other reality, appeared ahead of me as I walked and stared at me with dead crimson eyes. As I drew closer to it in my mind I could feel its hate, its rage, and its fear, emotions I know well but have never experienced with such intensity as I felt from this entity. As quickly as it came, it disappeared, and for a brief moment I swore I could see its twisted maw speak a word, an utterance I have yet to understand in content and context.

"Foundation".

I have puzzled over the meaning of this word, this final message of a nightmare creature whom I have not seen since. I have tried to approach the other flashes in hopes of learning more about this word, but I am barely able to comprehend their appearance before the creatures disappear back into the void from which they were spawned. It has made me wonder…what are these creatures? Where do they come from? Where do I come from? How did I get to this place? How do I get out of this place? These questions remain unanswered, and I fear they may never be answered, the thought of which serves only to drive me mad.

It is curious that the other effect of the chance encounter has proven far more productive. Prior to this, I was unaware that I possessed a mouth, or vocal cords, or any mechanism to make noise. Though I knew I drew breath, the emptiness around me provided surprisingly little auditory feedback when the air rushed into my lungs. Despite this, sound was not only possible, but now almost inviting. After hearing the wretched words spoken to me out loud, I felt it was my duty…no, my right to destroy the silence I had known for so very, very long.

What began as a whisper barely audible grew and grew as I became more and more emboldened by my newfound abilities. Soon, I was shouting nonsensical words to the skies, laughing in my mind as the silence was broken by me. And even more surprisingly, the world listened. Ripples of energy appeared in the air, controlled solely by the weight and volume of my voice. Should I whisper, they would be soft and light, floating whimsically for a few seconds before disappearing. Should I yell, they would be sharp and heavy, angrily stabbing themselves at the useless oblivion around me.

This pleased me greatly, for it gave meaning to the chaos, gave me purpose. I was no captive! I was a god! This was not my prison, but my realm! My words were law, my voice my weapon! Through these powers I would recreate this realm into one of life, one of joy that I controlled, that I would rule justly! This is how it would be, for I had decided it would be so! I grinned as I focused all my energies, all my hopes and all my ambitions into one tumultuous, deafening bellow, the roar that would begin my reign as lord of the hollow nothingness.

But it did not change anything. The ripples my effort created, though incredibly violent in nature, vanished only a few seconds later leaving no trace of any impact they may have made on this damned abyss. I tried again, with no change to the outcome. Over and over I shouted, my angry yells eventually devolving into screams of fear and horror at the prospect of being trapped endlessly in the damned empty silence that pervaded this abominable place. I screamed and screamed until I could not scream any more, at which point my only other option was to weep. It was not fair. It was not fair! IT IS NOT FAIR!

I did not do anything to deserve this fate, why am I here?! Who or what would be so cruel as to trap someone in a blank nothingness for eternity?! "Foundation", did it do this to me!? Is "Foundation" my captor?! Or is it my creator? It does not matter! I will howl and shriek at the emptiness and until the waves of force I create rips open an exit from this hell, and then I may be able to find the truth, the one fragment of logic and reason in this unending sea of madness and despair that is my existence!

…I will not stop screaming until I am free

#scp foundation

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You are the one - Chapter 25

Pairing: Bang Chan x female OC; Lee Know x female OC

Genre: au (high shool, college), love triangle, fluff, angst, smut, from friends to lovers. ⚠️Warning: soft drugs

Words: 5k

Summary: Bang Chan and Jasmine have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With little time to finish high school, they both begin to develop romantic feelings. However, family situations and communication issues force them to move away. Once in college, they decide to try to regain the friendship they had. As Bang Chan sees the opportunity to finally be with the girl he has always loved, his friend Lee Know, who had been studying in England, returns home and the connection he develops with Jasmine is undeniable. Can the chemistry and attraction with Lee Know outweigh a tender first love and memories of years of friendship between Bang Chan and Jasmine?

Disclaimer: I named the character Jasmine (Minnie for Chan 🥰) because I love that name. Besides, it’s easier if we want to see Chan saying cute names (it’s better than just Y/N, I think) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea.

Chapter 25 - No more regrets

The silhouette of a man sitting on the edge of a bridge was the first thing Jaz managed to see after getting out of the car and running as fast as she could. The girl didn't feel tired, nor did she feel cold, the only thought on her mind was to get to that bridge, next to that shape.

"Chris!" She exclaimed when she reached his side and literally covered him completely with her arms. Jaz had never held him in such a way, but seeing him safe and feeling him close to her led her to surround him with the warmest hug Chan had ever felt in her life. "Don't you ever do something like this again!" She whispered in his ear without moving away. "You almost killed me out of fear. Why did you disappear? Chris?" She asked noticing that he hadn't hugged her back. "What happened?! Who did that to you?" She exclaimed in horror when she saw that his face was beaten, despite the darkness, Jaz even caught a glimpse of a few bloodstains on his shirt. "Chris, tell me something!" She asked him taking his face, but he immediately moved it, the blow hurt him a lot. "My God, you're frozen."

Jazz took off her coat, and despite it didn't fit Chan, she draped it over his shoulders. Still, he didn't say a word, in fact, the only thing he did was try to take the practically empty bottle next to him. Noticing the bottle, and sure that this had been one of the many he'd had that night, Jaz gently took it from him.

"Chris, let's go to the car." She asked trying to stay calm, but all she wanted to do was burst into tears seeing him like that.

She guessed something was up, she'd been afraid of it for a long time, ever since Chan smiled at her when they met Lee Know in the cafeteria. Ever since he showed his mask of perfection, she could see the cracks and didn't want to accept it. The mask cracked even more at Christmas dinner when she saw him sigh, Jaz knew how to interpret well the darkness in his best friend's eyes, Chan was not well. The girl also knew it that night in the car. But not even in her worst nightmare did Jasmine expect to see him like this.

"Chris, please," She asked trying to stand him up, but he didn't move.

"I don't want." He responded by taking Jaz's hands off of him.

As Chan avoided looking at her, Jaz crouched in front of him and kept asking him to get up, but she didn't know if he wasn't looking at her because he was so drunk, or because he didn't want to.

"It's too cold, you're hurt. When was the last time you eat?"

"How much longer are you going to keep tormenting me, Jasmine? How long are you going to be this time?"

"What? I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

"You always say that, but you leave. Maybe if this time I don't see you or touch you, you'll stay longer. Or maybe you're finally going to disappear forever."

"Chris..."

"Why here? Why did you have to come here this time?"

"I just want to help you, please get up." Jaz tried to ignore what he was saying, she tried to convince herself that he was drunk, and he didn't know what he was saying.

"That promise I made to you was true."

"I know." She said trying to grab his face again so he would look at her. "I know, baby, you still make me smile, you are the only one who makes me smile. But I need you to stand up and..."

"No," he firmly stated. "Why are you still here? Go away, go away, you've done it too many times, do it again."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"You are such a bad liar." Chan laughed, but his laugh was the saddest sound Jaz had ever heard. "I don't believe you anymore. There's nothing here, there's nothing left. Why did you bring me here today? This doesn't make sense, the last time we were here everything was different. We were other people...so much love and so much trust, but there's nothing left of that."

Those words had been devastating enough that at another time the girl would have left, but she made an effort not to pay attention to him, what she needed was to get him to the car quickly, warm him up, treat his wounds and hydrate him. Despite the obvious size difference, Jaz knew how to move her ex-boyfriend's body. She put an arm around her neck and slowly pulled him to his feet. But she didn't count on Chan picking up the bottle again and drinking again.

"Enough, Chris! You're not going to drink anymore, give me that bottle!"

The boy tried to recover it, but his movements were uncoordinated and heavy, so not only did the bottle end up falling and breaking into a thousand pieces, but the couple also fell. Jaz couldn't hold him and seeing that it was he who would fall straight on the glasses, she used all her strength to push Chan to the other side. However, Jasmine's groan of pain when she fell and a piece of glass pierced her thigh was enough for Chan to react, or at least try because his eyes were too cloudy from how drunk he was.

"Minnie!" He said when he saw her with blood on her pants.

Noticing that he was about to get closer and that the floor was full of glass, Jaz yelled at him not to move, Chan didn't have the slightest ability to balance, if he got closer, he would end up falling again. So, taking advantage of Chan showing a modicum of lucidity, Jaz got up again. With great difficulty, she lifted her ex-boyfriend, yet Bang Chan was not able to comprehend what was happening. For Chan everything was too confusing, he had convinced himself that it was another one of those dreams with Jaz, but at the same time, seeing her pants with that big blood stain while she was driving kept him awake. He also heard her talking to someone on the phone, but the exhaustion, the liquor, and the dehydration had caused him to lose consciousness in the car.

Later that day, and without having the slightest idea of what happened, Chan felt a pain in his arm, though it was not strong enough to wake him up. What did wake him up, a few hours later, was a chill he had never felt on his arm. Opening his eyes, he discovered that he had a line with serum in his arm, that explained the cold he sensed.

"What the hell...?" Chan wondered as he realized he was in a hospital room.

"You woke up!" Said a voice that took him a few seconds to recognize, it was Jaz's father.

"What happened?" He asked too dazed.

"Don't try to get up, you still have the serum."

"What happened to me, sir, how did I get here?" Suddenly, a blurry memory of Jaz in his car made him look for her. The search was further aggravated by remembering that there was blood on the girl's leg.

"No!" Jaz's father stopped him just as Chan was about to get up, but this time he was

determined to do it.

"How's Minnie? She hurt her leg!"

"She's fine, she's with her mom, we called her when we were on our way to the hospital. I haven't called your parents yet because I didn't want to worry them."

Even though his former father-in-law had asked him to stay calm, Chan insisted on getting up and looking for Jaz, there was no way to calm him down. Fortunately, Jasmine came in, and seeing him awake, she felt her soul returning to her body.

"Minnie!" Chan exclaimed when he caught that she was not walking as usual.

Chan couldn't see her face because the girl's hair impeded it, but once Jaz arrived and sat next to him, he glimpsed that she was biting her lip to keep from crying. However, once she spoke, it was inevitable that her voice wouldn't cut off at the same time she hit him in the shoulder.

"Don't ever do something like that again! How dare you disappear and drink like that? It was dangerous, it was VERY dangerous! What would have happened if I didn't find you?"

"Minnie..."

"No, Chris, there are no excuses!" She said furiously with him for the concern she had felt. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?"

"Don't cry, please. I'm sorry." Chan had no idea how to comfort her other than hugging her. Looking up, the boy saw Jaz's father wink at him before going out of the room. "Forgive me," He asked with a very low tone of voice since Jaz was crying on his chest.

"You lied to me again, you told me you were fine, and it's not true, you're not! You haven't been well for a long time and I wasn't with you."

"Minnie, things aren't like that. We made a promise, we were going to give each other space and..."

"Fuck it! I don't care about that, I don't care about any promise that keeps me away from you." The girl looked at him while Chan caressed her face.

"I'm fine, it was a mistake that I won't make again. An imprudence that affected you." Carefully the boy brought his hand to Jaz's leg and stroked it tenderly. "Does it hurt?" Jaz immediately denied it, but Chan knew it wasn't true, his memories could be fuzzy, but unfortunately for him, the images of Jaz falling straight into the glass and driving with blood on her pants had been recorded in his brain. "I didn't want anything to happen to you."

"It's just a scratch." She assured him trying to show him a smile, but Jaz couldn't do it, there was something else she hadn't told him yet and it was what worried her the most.

"When can we get out of here?" Immediately the girl averted his gaze, fixing hers on the sheets; however, Chan asked her again.

"A friend of mom's attended you, I told him that you had nosebleeds and that you didn't sleep well. When he checked on you, he said you came in very weak, not just dehydrated. Chris, you haven't been careful."

"Minnie, what's wrong?"

"We have to wait for several results, they did many tests while you were sleeping, and there are still more to come. You can't go home, not yet. Chris, we must tell your parents. Your mom is going to want to be here with you, and your dad too."

For a moment nothing was heard in the room, they both had a lot to think about, especially Chan. The boy's mind was going at a thousand miles per hour, but always on the same points: the exams, the wound on Jaz's leg, and her worried face. He didn't want to hurt her anymore, that's why he had left town, for he didn't want Jaz to see him. In addition, since the school activity, the desire to get her back had him on edge and he feared that he would not be able to control those feelings anymore.

"Please go home to rest. You haven't slept at all, you broke your leg and exposed yourself to the cold. Go, Minnie, you have already done too much for me."

"What?" Jaz's question showed disbelief and pain at what she had heard, she didn't even bother to hide it. Chan had already struck hard enough at Jaz's heart when she'd found him, but the latter made her shake her head as tears fell uncontrollably. The thought that her friend no longer needed her and wanted her away was more than she could bear. "Don't you want me to be here?"

"It's not that, it's not that at all, precious," He clarified, wiping away her tears. "I can't see that you keep crying because of me."

"Then stop saying things like that to me, it was enough with what you said at the bridge."

"What did I tell you?" He asked having no idea what had happened on that bridge. "Minnie, what did I tell you?"

Their conversation was interrupted when the doctor and Jaz's parents came in to talk to Chan. They already had the first results, and they were not encouraging at all. In short, everything with the boy was wrong, there was a deficiency of many nutrients, extreme tiredness that had triggered endless consequences that had to be treated as soon as possible. That's not even counting the chaos Chan had wrought on his body from drinking non-stop for practically two days. For hours, nothing but alcohol entered his system, and it was not an isolated case. Likewise, his diet was lousy, and his sleep schedule was practically non-existent.

Once the doctor left, Chan sighed, he never imagined that things were so bad, he hadn't felt well, but he didn't imagine it was so serious either.

"You'll have to stay here for a few days." Jaz's mother explained. "There's no way we're going to let you go like this. I'll request a transfer while you recover."

"I'll go to the university, you need to rest, studying is NOT an option. I'll freeze your semester. I know several people from your university, it won't be a problem."

"No, sir!"

"It's not optional." This time Jaz's mother answered. "You need to rest."

"But..."

"Boy, didn't you listen to the doctor? It won't be a quick recovery. You are young, but you are not well, we don't know how long your body will need to heal."

"I'll stay with him," Jaz said immediately, she had even gotten to her feet. "Can you freeze my semester too?"

"Minnie, no, no. Your scholarship."

"Can you do it?" Jaz asked looking at her father and completely ignoring Chan. The man knew he could do it, but Chan was right, Jasmine's scholarship would be in jeopardy. However, the girl was determined and ended up convincing her father. "Wait," she said before he left, and catching up with him at the door, she whispered something in his ear, causing the man to nod.

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In a matter of hours, the entire group of friends was in Chan's room. Everyone had spent a dreadful night waiting for Jaz to give them some news. When they finally talked to her and the girl told them that Chan was staying at the hospital, everyone had left as soon as possible.

"Do you see why you had to listen to me? Dammit! I warned you many times." Changbin said so anguished that it didn't look like him, he rarely had such a serious face.

"The important thing is that he'll get all the care he needs." Romy tried to reassure.

"Who the hell did you fight with? Have you seen how they left your face?" Lee Know asked fully willing to go find them and make them pay.

"Can you eat brownies? You need sugar, I'll bake some today." Felix said with the sweatiest expression ever.

"You can't be wearing hospital clothes. It's disgusting, maybe they'll let me get you something, at least some decent sweaters." Hyunjin's comment made everyone laugh despite how seriously he had said it.

"I think we should go, Chan has to rest," Seungmin said when almost an hour had passed since they had arrived.

The boys said goodbye to Chan and Jaz; however, as they were about to leave, Chan saw how Lee Know tapped the girl on the shoulder and motioned for her to follow him. From the bed, Chan could see them through a small window in the door.

"Are you sure you're okay, kitten? Your mom said they had to sew up that wound."

"I'm taking pain medication, don't worry."

"Did you see yourself in a mirror? You look terrible."

"Thanks for that." The girl said laughing at the sincerity of the photographer. "I'm just saying that you shouldn't be walking around, go have some sleep. I mean, how do you intend to take care of him?" He asked nodding his head towards Chan's room. "You should listen to Romy and let her come with you, or listen to me and let me take care of Chan for some days."

Soon, Romy had approached the couple and although Chan couldn't hear a thing, it was clear the look of concern on both Romy and Lee Know's faces. However, Jaz got to convince them to go, she guaranteed them that everything was under control; in addition, Jaz told them that she could not leave because there were still several things about Chan's health that she had to talk

to him about.

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Back to the room, and alone again, Chan was about to turn on the TV, but his girl wouldn't let him and instead forced him to talk. "Chris, your parents need to know you're here."

"They're not in Korea, if I call them right now, I'll just stress them."

"And what will you tell them when they come back and find out you spent entire days, possibly weeks, in a hospital? Chris, keeping someone from worrying for a while doesn't make sense. Sooner or later everything comes to light. You told me you have a better relationship with them, don't screw it up." It took a while for Bang Chan to agree to call his parents and tell them what had happened.

Once night fell, Jaz felt the exhaustion of going more than twenty-four hours without sleep and under a level of stress and worry that she had never experienced. Taking advantage of the fact that Chan had fallen asleep a long time ago due to medication, Jaz leaned back in the armchair next to him. For long minutes Jasmine tried to sleep; however, the pain in her leg was increasing. The best thing would be to take the pills that her mother had left earlier. Both her mother and the doctor had warned her that the cut had been deep, in fact, it had compromised a tendon and if it had not ruptured it had been pure luck. She had been saved from entering the operating room, but they had warned her that the pain would not be so easy to handle, and they were right, for when she tried to get up, she could not. Even though the moan barely left Jaz's lips, Chan widened his eyes almost reflexively.

The boy handed her the medication and despite Jasmine insisting many times not to, he laid her down next to him on the bed. "When your mom comes back, we're going to ask her for an extra bed."

"We aren't in a hotel," Jaz said giggling.

"Leave it to me." He said winking at her, but then his face changed to a more serious one. "Minnie, are you sure what you asked your dad? You can lose the scholarship."

"Stop worrying about it, just focus on obeying everything the doctor tells you. Only then can you get out of here quickly, no, sorry, only then can WE get out of here quickly."

Chan smiled slightly at her, but remembering Minho and Jasmine chatting outside and knowing how jealous his friend was, he imagined the worst. "Lee Know will be so pissed off if you stay here."

Jaz sighed, resigned to the fact that her friend was always worried about everyone before him. Also, Chan's dismayed gaze made Jasmine laugh as she smoothed her best friend's hair a bit.

"The kids are right, you're an old man. Try to sleep, tomorrow you have to do several tests."

"The kids? Minnie, if I'm an old man, you're an old woman. Just listen to yourself." He mocked with a smirk. "Stay here in the bed, that cut was not small. You didn't want to tell me and I asked your mom."

"Why do you always do that?" She asked smiling at the memory of a younger Chan asking Jaz's mother what happened when she didn't look well."

"Because you never tell me when something happens."

"You don't either," She answered poking the tip of his nose. "Look how I ended up realizing about this... in the middle of the night on a bridge."

"Can you tell me what I told you on that bridge?"

"Later," The girl whispered, Chan was seconds away from being overcome by the effect of the drugs.

The next morning, Jaz woke up to the feel of her mother's hand on her forehead. "Hi, princess. Are you feeling better? It seems that you slept very well." That last comment came with a mischievous smile; however, Jaz was half asleep and didn't understand until her mother pointed at Chan.

Apparently, tiredness had practically knocked her out, and made her fall asleep next to Chan, actually, she spent all night in Chan's arms, since he had hugged her without Jasmine noticing.

"I was planning to wake up both of you, but something tells me he's gonna be happier if he sees your face and not mine." The woman joked while Jaz touched Chan's shoulder.

Soon, the boy was being taken away for tests. The whole day was about tests and results. Finally, when the afternoon was ending, Jaz showed him some videos on her cell phone while they waited for news.

"Is that the same video we watched at your house when we broke the TV?"

"The same one we watched endlessly after we ate the stuff from dad's party."

Before playing the video, Chan looked at her best friend and was more aware than ever of how fast his heartbeat was when he was around her. Jaz produced so many emotions in him that it couldn't be normal. Chan lowered his gaze and seeing her hands holding the cell phone, the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to hold them and not let go. As well as when they said goodbye after the activity at school. He didn't want to let go of her, he wanted to be by her side and his willpower wasn't enough anymore, he didn't feel capable of fulfilling the promise and staying away from Jaz.

"Minnie" He called taking the cell phone and putting it aside. "I need you to listen to me."

However, the bedroom door opened, interrupting the couple. Instantly, they both knew that things were not right by the look on the face of the doctor and Jaz's mom. After several tests, there was no doubt that Chan had worrying anemia for his age. The results had taken so long to come out because Jaz's parents had asked for everything to be repeated. They didn't want to give him bad news unless they were absolutely sure.

Although Chan's ex-mother-in-law tried to get the doctor to explain everything in a way that didn't sound so worrying, the truth was another. The consequences of anemia like that were serious and they had to do something quickly. They were confident that with proper treatment Chan would be able to recover, but the boy also had to know that there was a possibility that things might not work out.

Although Bang Chan remained calm, accepting everything he was told, he had stopped listening to the medic for a long time and his mind was fixed on one point. There was something that did terrify him and that made him feel such a panic that he took his best friend's hand too hard. He had never clung to Jaz like that night. He didn't meet her eyes, didn't say anything to her either, but from the way his pulse trembled holding her hand, he let Jaz understand how scared and worried he was.

After a period of time that seemed endless, the couple was left alone again. Jaz's mother considered staying, but she had known them since they were children and knew that the couple needed some time alone. Chan had to assimilate what they had told him, so she left them alone.

On her way out, she ran into her ex-husband, who had just brought clothes for Jaz.

"Did you already tell him?" The professor asked.

"Yes, but I should be with him. We hardly said anything encouraging to him."

"Leave him with Jaz, give them time." The man suggested. "There's nothing you and I can say right now that's going to do any good, the only one who can is Jaz."

"Did you talk to his parents?" She asked.

"Yes, they should arrive in a maximum of two hours. It will help him to have them by his side."

**********

Meanwhile, inside the room, Jaz had already sat down next to Chan, who shook his head negatively. "Minnie, nothing can happen to me, I just don't..."

"Chris, listen to me." She requested, getting a little closer and taking his face so that he would pay attention to her. "You'll be fine" She assured him trying to stay calm, which wasn't easy, the slightest thought of her best friend staying in a hospital was the girl's worst nightmare.

"There are still many things I want to do, much to say." He said covering his face in frustration at not having dared to act sooner. He had wasted too much time and he didn't even know if he had it anymore.

That was how Chan fell into a spiral of negative thoughts that made him gasp for breath. The boy knew what despair was that night when intrusive thoughts led him to convince himself that he would not have time to do anything he wanted. What had he done the last few months, the last years of his life? He had wasted them. The voices in his mind grabbed him and refused to let go. However, Jaz's embrace was much stronger and warmer.

The girl had a hard time getting her best friend to calm down. She whispered in his ear, stroked his back, and even asked him to breathe at the same time as her so that he would calm down.

"You are much stronger than all this." She touched Chan's face again, but this time Jaz got a little closer and supported her forehead with his.

"Minnie, did you hear what they said? How can you be sure?"

"Because I know, and because I trust you and I trust us. The last time I saw you, you wondered how we ever got through so much. Do you remember? You asked me in the library. Chris, we've come this far because we've been together. We have all our lives supporting and caring for each other and that's how we have come out ahead. We're going to do it again, I promise you."

"Don't go, please." Chan's plea was accompanied by a look of despair. "I need you to be by my side, little doll."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't want to regret anything, not anymore."

"Don't talk like that," Jaz asked laying her head on the boy's shoulder. "You're going to be fine, soon we're going to be watching another one of your boring WWII documentaries and seeing stars I never meet."

Only Jaz could make him smile at a time like this. And that was precisely what Chan wanted, to get out of the hospital quickly so he could be with her.

"I didn't know you had spoken to your dad again." He commented hugging her in such a way that they could lie down together.

"We didn't. I called him yesterday to ask for his help. I was very worried about you, I didn't know where else to look for you and the boys told me that you were talking to him."

"About that... I was the one who told him not to write to you anymore, I told him that the best thing would be to give you a little time. But in Felix's dinner, you were sad because of that, I don't know if I gave him the best advice."

"You did the right thing, Chris. Besides, dad was not the only reason why I didn't feel well, I was waiting for another person's messages"

Without needing to say anything else, they both stayed together until Chan's parents arrived. Jaz had never seen them as loving with their son as they were during the following days in the hospital. Even Chan's father stayed, he had canceled all the meetings he had. They both wanted to make sure that the boy had the best care, and not only for him, but for Jasmine as well, after all, if Chan was in the hospital it was because she had found him.

When he had spent the first week there, Chan's father and his son were talking about work things. For the first time, they did it calmly, without arguing about anything.

"You're right, opening a second branch office in Germany could help us, it's a shame that you couldn't join us in the last meeting we had, we would have started working on this project faster. You never told me what happened."

"It doesn't matter." Chan replied.

"What doesn't matter?" Jaz asked approaching him with the pills he needed to take.

"Nothing, and stop walking around, you need to rest, Minnie."

Unfortunately for Chan, his father did not ignore the question. "We had a meeting some weeks ago, but Chan couldn't make it. He told me he had a school activity but then he didn't show up because something important had happened."

"Dad, I already told you it doesn't matter." He expressed with embarrassment, he didn't want Jaz to know but of course, she understood it.

**********

Later, Jaz and Chan were talking when someone knocked on the door, Lee Know and Han were there. The boys took turns visiting their friends on different days and today was their turn.

"Okay, get up and go eat with Han. I'll stay with the old man." Said Lee Know to Jaz.

"But..."

"He'll be fine, and you have to eat something other than hospital food, come on." He said taking her out, almost pushed.

"Lee Know!" She screamed before the door slammed in her face and Han led her away.

"Hey! That's no way to treat your girlfriend." Chan's comment made Minho chuckle, Jaz hadn't talked to Chan yet, but he thought his friend would be a little smarter and notice that they weren't together anymore.

"She'll be okay, Han will take care of her." Bang Chan glared at him but preferred to remain silent, at least for a moment, since there was a conversation he had to have with his best friend. However, he decided that he would not wait any longer, there would never be the "perfect time" to do things, he had learned that he had to act when he felt he had to. "Last night I spoke with the director of the museum and..."

"Wait, there's something I want to talk to you about first." Minho nodded and sat next to him. "It's about Minnie. Probably you're upset because she has been here all these days, and I know that this may cause a problem between you and me, but I don't want to ignore it anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, I haven't talked to Minnie because I wanted to with you before. I wasn't honest with you before, but I will be now. Since they gave me the results and explained how shitty my condition is right now, I've been so fucking scared that I just can't sleep well. But it wasn't because of those results, it's because I'm terrified that I won't get out of here and I won't have another chance to be with her, at least to try again."

Minho had already some time to think about his breakup, plus he knew from some time ago that Chan and Jaz still had feelings for each other. And being the prankster that he was, he decided to tease his friend a bit, so he changed his expression to a more serious one. "You still love her, right?"

"Lee Know, I'm sorry, but I never stopped loving her. I'm done sitting idly by. I don't know how this will turn out, I'm risking our friendship, and Minnie's, but..."

"Wait, wait, you're telling me, in my face that..."

"That I love her and I want her back, yes." He admitted sounded so firm that Lee Know almost did not recognize him.

"That's a risky move, dude."

"I know, that's why I'm telling you this face to face. I just... I love her, man. You may see me as a jerk, but I can't let my story with Minnie end without at least feeling like I tried everything to be together."

"Do you think she feels the same? I mean, do you think that even being my girlfriend she was thinking about you?"

"Well, I..." Chan did not notice Lee Know's smirk by seeing his friend literally suffering because of the question.

"Talk to her." The photographer said stopping his friend's torture. "We broke up."

"What? When?"

"That's not for me to tell you. Don't try to apologize, it's stupid. I mean, who in their right mind comes between you two? You are made to be together. I knew it in England since I saw your idiot smile when you talked to her. At that moment I wondered what it would feel like to have something like that. I guess one day I'll know, but not with Jaz." He said shrugging his shoulders. "Just... stop wasting your time, what you two have is incredible. You do things for each other that no one else would."

"Thank you" Chan replied feeling touched by his friend's words.

"Stop looking for her by making bad decisions, you haven't realized that she was always there, Jaz has always waited for you. Even when she went out with me. And you are the same, or worse." He said with a mocking laugh. "Get well soon, you look terrible and she's gorgeous."

"Wait a minute! If you already broke up, what the fuck with all those questions? Were you just mocking me?"

"Maybe" Lee Know answered smirking. "Just one more thing, ask her about Germany."

"Germany?"

"Take that as my apology for meddling in your relationship. Now, shut up and listen about the gallery."

To be continued... 🐺

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