#thats not my neighbor x gn!reader

[tobyfier]

Yandere Francis, headcannons of how we met into him gaining feelings that slowly turn into obsession and him kidnapping us etc etc.

Say it again.

;Gender neutral reader

Warning: obsession,toxic relationship,Stockholm syndrome,manipulation,swearing

Additional information: Reader is a baker

A/n: I’m not much experience with yandere type of stuffs, but I’m more welcome to try! Also this is actually my first request, and I hope I made it to your liking!

I’d say he did hear from the other tenants that there was gonna be a new person in the apartment but he didn’t really try and meet the person, to focus on his job and the doppelgänger situation

That is until of course, you went and greeted him yourself by knocking on his door and giving him a bag of cookies before bidding goodbye

The cookies were delicious btw, he couldn’t stop eating them

And one day as an act of gratitude for giving him the cookie, he came by at your apartment and gave you a couple of bottle milk

Supposedly he was just gonna thank you and give the tray of bottle of milks, but you insisted on letting him inside and get to know each other for a bit

That’s when he learns you were actually a baker and that you own a bakery

Huh..no wonder

You guys were on friends terms now

You always buy milk from him saying, the consistency of the milk was great

He gives milk and you give cookies, a win/win

The feelings started to appear after a month or so

It started off small he feels lighter and energized whenever you’re around, and he would get excited just by seeing your face

He started talking to you more, often times he would write letters to you whenever he’s out in the city for a few days

Day by day his feelings started to grow stronger and stronger, to the point he can’t go a day without even seeing your face once

But when he realized you liked him back, he had to double check if he heard you right

He made you say it again and again before he hugged you and thank the god’s above

You two started to live with each other after that

It was peaceful and comforting

Morning kisses is a must.

He comes home later than you, and he’s always happy to receive your kisses afterwards

But the peace..didn’t last long

He started to grow more and more possessive

It started off small..you didn’t mind it at all

Until he started to isolate you from others

You confronted him of course, but he brushed it off saying it was for the best

You didn’t say anything about it, thinking it was him being protective considering the doppelgänger situation

But when he asked you to close your bakery saying it was for the best

That’s when the argument started.

You defended yourself, telling him you can’t close the bakery because of his overprotective tendencies

It was your passion and it was your dream to open up a bakery

Closing it down meant all the efforts you had done to achieve this goes to waste.

The bastard told you that you can still bake in the apartment.

You called him crazy and tried to leave but he had an iron grip on your wrist and pulled you into a bedroom

Then locked it, saying this is for the best

You tried knocking the door down

you tried finding some tools that can help, a fail..

Even the windows were ironed shut

Heck even the windows are ironed shut.

The bastard planned all of this from the start and you didn’t even notice it.

The last few days you gave him the silent treatment

Only ever opened the door to give you food or water

If you didn’t eat he will force feed you.

He tried reasoning with you

That this is all for the best and for your safety

And that you don’t need anyone else but him.

Slowly he started to be more affectionate with you

Oh how you crave those touches..

It has been so long since you received affection like these

Slowly his words got to your mind

Maybe he was right

I mean he provides food,water,shelter,heck he even bought tools so you can bake in the apartment

And all you have to do was accept the situation and that you only needed him.

And no one else.

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[s1m0nth3swag]

Francis Mosses x GN!Reader

AUTHORS NOTE; Haven't written in a while, but thanks to Arlo, a friend (Hi Arlo, I know you're reading this), Inspiration about Francis Mosses struck (he bought me That's not my neighbor and then continued to freak out about Francis with me) so I wrote this. I have so many thoughts about Francis, so... tell me if you want more because i will deliver ngl. Enjoy (or don't, I don't dictate your feelings)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with little to no plot, Submissive Francis, a little non-consensual at the start (but not in a super weird way, imo?), Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, tried to write as GN as possible with the compliments and thoughts about Readers appearance), not proofread nor have I thought about this much, more a drabble than an actual thoughtful story (not apologising because I had such a long break from writing anything and obviously it's gonna suck a little when I come back)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

The first time Francis had realised that he hadn't gotten any touch from another human being was when someone brushed up against him on his way home from work. He had felt like a creep afterwards because he hadn't stopped thinking about what could've happened if the person hadn't moved away and had just stayed pressed against him. That was a week before you started your job as a doorman.

The second time Francis had noticed was when a friend of his had spoken to him on the phone, talking about his new girlfriend. Said friend gave too much intel on their sex life. Francis had wondered if he could have someone the way his friend explained - he quickly brushed the thought off. That was two days before you started working as a doorman.

The third time, he noticed when you had smiled at him. It was your first day, and he was tired from work. You had repeated his name after reading it off of his ID, and he had looked at you for the first time since his eyes kept falling closed, and you smiled so brightly. You had told him his name was nice, and you said it again. Francis swore that the way his name rolled off your tongue was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Not even an angel could sound more wonderful. Suddenly, he was a lot more energised. Totally not thanks to the fact that he had immediately grown hard the second he had seen your smile. He had gone to his apartment that night and had jerked off for the first time in probably months. He had always been too tired to previously, but now he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd sound moaning his name. Maybe you were more of a groaner, or you'd whimper and whine. He came as he imagined how you'd look sucking his dick.

Since then, Francis has always looked forward to entry checks. What had normally kept him away from his bed and a good night's sleep was now the best experience of his day. He loved the way you spoke to him even though he was too nervous to respond. Sometimes, he deliberately didn't show his ID at first, just so you'd ask about it, and he could listen to you talk a little more. He felt guilty about it. He knew you had never agreed to feed into this weird little obsession of his. It was awful of him to do this - have you talk to him enough to give him more scenarios to think about that night.

A few weeks after all this had started, Francis had built up the courage to finally ask you out. Just something simple, dinner at his place. He had to cook for himself all the time. Cooking for you as well wouldn't be too different, right?

Francis was wrong. He was anxious that the food wouldn't taste good and kept tasting it just so he could make sure it hadn't mysteriously switched tastes in the last 20 seconds. When you knocked on his door, he took a minute to make sure he didn't look like a mess - though you wouldn't mind either way since he always looked like a mess when he came through during your shifts.

You looked so good when he opened the door. Your hair fell perfectly, your lips looked a little too kissable, and Francis had to stop his train of thought just so he wouldn't embarrass himself by having yet another boner caused by just the way you looked. You were a little shorter than him, smiling up as he let you inside.

"You look good." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He seriously had to lay off thinking like a high-schooler. His nervousness and awkwardness were getting really annoying - to him, at least. You grinned, chuckling softly as you took off your shoes. "Thank you. You do as well." His heart for sure burst at that - he knew something else would burst as well if he didn't stop thinking right this second.

Throughout the evening, ignoring his thoughts came easier and easier. The two of you had eaten, you had told him he was a good cook, he had almost excused himself to the bathroom because of it. Now you were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking casually.

"You know, when you first walked through, I swore I would die." You giggled, looking at him with a mischievous look. Francis was confused by that statement. "How come?" He asked, tilting his head at you in question. "I was sure you were a doppelganger. You looked too handsome to be real." You cheekily answered, cheeks slightly flushed as you downed your wine. Francis blushed heavily, looked away from you, and thought about your words for a moment. The silence was loud as he wondered what to answer. "..you think I'm handsome?" He questioned while looking at the floor. If he had looked at you, he'd have seen the way you stared at him, your own cheeks coloured a deep red. "Extremely." You muttered. It took him a minute before he could look at you, but when he did, his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.

When you reciprocated, Francis groaned and pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He was just a tiny bit embarrassed when you gasped and felt his dick press against you. In all honesty, he had held back the entire night, and he was allowed a little selfishness. "Sorry. Can't help it." He muttered between kisses. You just grinned against his lips before grinding against him. A whimper fell from his lips - that was the moment he was actually embarrassed. "That's cute.." You had mumbled, a cheeky grin on your face as you started placing kisses against his jaw and neck. One of your hands trailed down his body to rest right over his crotch, Francis unconsciously bucked his hips up against your hand, whining. He didn't notice anything else as you caught the skin of his neck with your teeth carefully, leaving the softest bite mark on him. He shuddered at the feeling and gasped before realising that you had meanwhile unzipped his pants. A groan slipped from his lips as you ran a finger over his dick, still hidden from sight by his boxers, but god knows he would cum the second you'd touch it without. "Is this okay?" You asked him, and he nodded faster than he even knew he could. "Yes. God, yes. Please, please continue.." he muttered, his breathing heavy as he watched you slide off his lap, settling in front of him and between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight, and he let out a heavy sigh. Minutes later, his pants and boxers were discarded, and the way you looked up at him, his dick so close to your face, made Francis feel the way his orgasm was approaching way too quick. The second you wrapped your hand around him he whined pathetically, bucked up into your hand and knew that he'd definitely cum too soon. Your hand was so soft, cool against his hot flesh, and you worked his dick so good he almost thought you were a professional. He looked down at you through lidded eyes, watched the way you bit your lip, and grinned knowingly. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" You chuckled, and that definitely sealed the deal for Francis. He came, probably ruining his shirt as he dirtied both it and your hand. His heart stopped for a second when you licked your hand while looking up at him. "You didn't give me enough time to taste you properly. Don't look at me like that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You should probably take off your shirt so you can clean it later." You then winked. He swiftly shed the piece of clothing, entranced by your voice and the way you looked. "Sorry, didn't mean to cum that fast.." he mutters, his voice out of breath. "Jus'.. unused to... this.." he added, clearing his throat awkwardly. You laughed and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make you last longer. I'm gonna give you a real reason to be tired tomorrow." You winked.

Francis didn't even mind that he was in for a long night.

Your honour I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #x reader #gn reader #thats not my neighbor #milkman x reader

[shockedemojiatsv]

▪︎■☆ молоко 🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: Milk)

Part 1, Part 2

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ amab! Switch! Francis Mosses / gn! Switch! Reader

☆ Reader can have either amab genitalia or a strap

☆ soft sex

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis

☆ short

☆ a little bit of a twist in the end

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

Francis was usually a laid back person who had a hard time showing any physical reactions to his feelings (not out of being stoic, usually he's just a little too tired to smile when he's happy or scream when he's scared). He wasn't one to smile all the time, but he showed his affection through other means. Like walking behind your back and kissing the nape of your neck and whispering "Золотце" (darling) behind your ear.

Or offering you some of his milk from work that his job wasn't able to sell so that you both could make something together or eat cereal together. There are a lot of doppelgangers everyday, everywhere, so he really cares about you. Even when he's usually too tired to express it with his face, he'll do so with his actions.

D.D.D. Is a pretty strict, so you and him made it an effort to always do everything required. If he forgot his hat at home he'd have a spare at work. You'd both work on your entry requests and always keep your ID's with you and to try to make an effort to always add your names on the list. Even if there would be an emergency at work. Just some extra measures to ease his anxiousness. And yours.

Other than that, being with him is always sweet. Like a warm mug of milk on a cold day. Steaming and keeping you warm.

Not to mentioned the sex with him. God. There's something about him and sex that makes you glad he's yours and yours alone.

His fingers are long. Not that thick, but he knew how to use them. Keenly observing your reactions within each prod as his digits brushed against a bundle of nerves that has you clutching his neck tight and holding him closer to you as he whispers "Куколка (dolly)... mmm... look at you"

He's not as verbal but he certainly has a smile on his face when he pleasures you and gives you what you want. Stroking and rubbing st your junk, it's wet. Thanks to him latching his mouth on the organ so that you could cum a couple times beforehand. He just wants to make you happy not gonna lie.

Oh, but sometimes he'll end up being a little too tired from work and not have the stamina to move at all. Not to worry! He'll be your pillow princess for the night. He loves those nights. You'll kiss his forehead softly whilst you thrust inside of him. A slow, passionate pace. You're slowly rearranging his guts while he holds the sheets so tight you'll fear they might rip in the morning.

He's a hummer. He'll hum and murmur stupid when he's fucking you. Or when you're fucking him. Phrases like "mmm... oh... З-Золотце... mmmmnnn..."

He can't help it! Even if he tried. He got shy about it actually but when you do engaged in sex more he felt like comfortable doing it. Honestly it's adorable.

Especially when he's giving oral. He's humming and drunk on the taste of you and he's always humming and moaning softly as you use him, and it feels so good. The added stimulation is so goddamn heavenly. And he's always good. He'd never tease and he never uses his teeth. He doesn't mind though if you do it. He's flexible with your desires. As long as if it isn't extreme or legitimately disgusting.

You love him so much and he loves you too and the entire building definitely knows.

...

So when he comes home with an odd demeanor. As if he's forgotten everything you two shared previously, as if hes a totally different person, you'll only have yourself to save before it's too late.

.

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[slyfoxie]

Imagine the Milkman from ' that's not my neighbour '

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Warning: overstim kink, nipple play, crying, vibrator, begging kink, gender-neutral reader.

: MINORS DNI !!

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Imagine him, sitting on the couch, drooling and tears flowing from his eyes. Body sweating and trembling as a toy strapped to his shaft kept vibrating despite the fact that he came for the nth time now.. loud moans and whimpering is heard across the room. He was desperately begging you to stop as you were standing in front of him, holding the remote in front of him and laughing at him. A cute sight solely for you.

His chest on display, nipples covered in bandaids and yet, it was bulging out slightly. You took off the bandaids, earning a loud cry from him. it's engorged with milk.. sucking and licking on one nipple while pinching and massaging his other nipple was already too much for him. He's already sensitive from last night's activity and now, doing it over again..

His nipples started leaking out milk as you started sucking on it.. he's cumming nonstop.. he's desperately crying again, repeatedly murmuring please' and 'can't take it anymore'. But you're just starting.. He was trembling even more and tried pushing you away by weakly pushing your shoulders away. Now that's not very nice.. how do you discipline him?

By ruining him even more that he can't even fucking think anymore.

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[glxyaaandromeda]

That's Not My Neighbor | Masterlist

This masterlist is only dedicated to your local milkman, Francis Mosses (he's the reason why I'm suddenly out on my hiatus tbh) — In amidst of chaos, there is comfort in him. Summary: Everything seems to be in order, you have a decent job, a place to stay, and a boyfriend; Francis who’s always been on your side but doppelgangers? You couldn’t help but become anxious that it troubled you to do things. [MDI] Cuddling turns into... Summary: Francis always seems to be going home late and even if he told you many times that you don’t have to wait for him every night, you still wait for him, cuddle session turns to something else...

#thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #x reader #x gn reader #female reader insert #reader insert #tnmn milkman #masterlist

[shotmrmiller]

Loba

Pairing: John Price x GN!Reader

TW: Some gore description. Thats it, i think.

WC: 2.4k

There was something odd about you, John Price's neighbor. To the untrained eye, you were an average person. But John's been a sniper longer than he's been captain, which meant he was perspicacious. His ability to intake information and process it was second to none. And so, he'd like to think he knew what he saw when you once looked at him in passing. The eyes of something that sits atop the food chain.

Yet, he can't help but doubt himself. You're a small thing. Soft, plush, comely. You greet everyone with a smile. Bake homemade chocolate chip cookies for the surrounding neighbors on occasion. Sit on your knees, digging your fingers into damp soil, planting flowers in the garden. Had it been a trick of the light? He supposed it didn't matter. As much as you intrigued him, you had a partner you sent off to work with a polite kiss on the cheek and lunch bag in hand every day. Ordinary.

Until one day, normal turned abnormal.

John liked to sit on his porch, tea in hand, and people-watch. He hid it under the guise of reading the paper so he wouldn't put people off— but he liked to be observant. And being observant meant knowing the routines of his surrounding neighbors. So, John noticed that your partner hadn't been home in two weeks. And you, his pretty little neighbor, are irate. Slamming the front door closed after taking out the trash, hands digging into the planting soil with such ferocity he'd think it was hiding treasure, and not one greeting to anyone. Not even him.

And that definitely didn't sting, he tells himself. You were unavailable and clearly in love if your temper as of late had anything to say about it.

--

One afternoon, John is sitting outside in his customary spot when he watches your car pull up into the driveway and park. You open the driver's door with such force that he thinks it's about to come off the hinges and get out with furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and lips firmly pressed together.

Oh? That's a first. Granted, John's deployed a lot so he's not home all the time, but he's never seen you this upset since you moved in next door 6 months ago.

Your partner hops out of the passenger side and runs up behind you, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Honey, please, forgive-," and John watches you turn around, get in their face, and snarl— like a dog ready to fight. Teeth bared in evident hostility, the skin on your nose scrunched up in fury. You look unreservedly feral, John thinks.

He hears you let out an animalistic growl before you notice John sitting on his porch. Pivoting on the balls of your feet, you stalk towards the house not waiting for your partner to follow.

If John coughed to cover the chuckle he let out at the sight of your partner scrambling behind you like a pathetic puppy, he'd never admit it.

--

Later that evening, John hears frantic pounding on his front door, and he freezes. It's almost midnight. He can't help but think that his enemies have found him, so he quietly moves to his bookshelf and grabs his loaded handgun. Pulling the slide back to chamber a round, he moves to cover when he hears a recognizable voice alongside the knocking.

"Please, Mr. Price, I only want to ask you something!"

With the handgun behind his back, he approaches cautiously, before undoing the locks and cracking it open a smidge. It's your partner, and they look jumpy.

"This is not an appropriate hour to be knocking on doors, by the way," he grumbles.

"I know, Mr. Price, and I apologize but I had an emergency."

John frowns. "I'm not the coppers."

"I just had a quick question for you."

He points the gun as he opens the door wider, finger on the trigger while still holding the firearm out of sight of your partner on the other side.

"Right, then. What is it?"

"I wanted to ask if you've seen my partner. They still haven’t come back and they've been gone since before I got home. I already called to file a missing person report."

John clenches his jaw.

"No, I haven't. I'll keep an eye out for you, though. Now, if you'd excuse me."

"Yes, of course. Have a good night, Mr. Price."

Closing the door, he tightens the grip on his gun. John is an interrogation expert. Reading body language is his second nature— so he wonders why they lied about calling the police.

--

In the morning, John goes out to ask if you'd come home when he notices you in the yard gardening with a pleased smile on your lips. His heart stutters at the sight. Oh, how lovely you looked taking care of your home. What he'd do to have a person like you for him to come back to— that he wishes it was you is a secret he's taking to his grave.

John shakes his head and clears his throat to catch your attention and you turn your head.

"Mr. Price, Good morning!", you greet.

Walking over to stand next to your kneeled form, he says, "Good morning, love. I'm only wanting to check up on you. Your partner came over late and seemed very distraught at your disappearance."

You purse your lips in annoyance. Interesting.

"I'm so sorry. I hope they didn't wake you, Mr. Price."

"Not at all, love, I tend to stay up late. And please, it's John."

You curl your mouth into a dimpled, teasing smile— enchanting him.

"Alright, John."

The way you said his name so alluringly is going to haunt him in his dreams, he knows it. With flaming cheeks, John pulls at his facial hair to distract himself from the direction his thoughts take.

"Right," he swallows hard, "Well. I—uh, figure that you didn't want your partner to know where you were, so be aware that you could always tell me anything. If only to know that you aren't missing."

He hears you sigh before taking off your gardening gloves and moves to stand when John reaches his hand out to assist and you take it. Your hand is so tiny in his, it makes him reluctant to let go. Dusting your pants, you say, "They knew where I'd be going. They've been letting me starve, and I'm ravenous." And your eyes look up to his.

There it is again. That predatory gaze. Like you'd eat him whole.

"I don't—" and you cut him off.

"I've got to take care of myself. I'm not going to sit around hungry, and I can't eat apologies."

Tipping your head to the side, you open your mouth to tell him something when the both of you are startled by a car honk. John quickly moves to block your body with his, the need to protect being instinctual, when he realizes that it's your partner in front of the driveway— and they do not look pleased.

John feels your hand on his bicep as you step around him, and he feels the egotistical urge to flex.

"Seems like I'm needed elsewhere. It was a pleasure speaking with you."

He looks at you with ocean-blue eyes and murmurs, "Pleasure's all mine, love. Remember what I said."

John follows the movement of your hand tucking a lock of hair behind your ear before you say, "You'll be the first person I go to, John", and you jump again at another honk.

He sees your eyes flick from him to the car and back at him— and the toothy smile you give him sends dread, like molasses, down his spine.

"I'll be seeing you, then."

And then you're getting into the car and closing the door with a slam, tires screeching on the pavement. Gone.

As John walks back to his house, he tries hard to not think back on your pointed ears, or how sharp your canine teeth had been, or how your pupils had dilated when looking at your partner— like a predator catching sight of its prey.

--

It's the witching hour, and John startles awake to breaking glass and some crashing from next door. Your house. Ripping the blanket off of him, he sprints to his closet and slips on some sweats and laces on his boots before taking out his NATO rifle— heading towards the back of his house. He slips out through the back door and walks up to the fence separating his backyard and yours. John slings the rifle to his back and jumps, fingers hooking over the edge of the fence, and climbs over it.

On light feet, he crouch-walks while aiming the rifle at your house fully alert. His ears pick up some human whimpering, and then a deep, low rumble that sends vibrations into his chest. What is that?

Clenching his teeth, he walks up and peers into the door window and his blood freezes in his veins. The house is a mess. Glass litters the floor, and the dining room table is splintered into pieces. Some blood splattered on the walls and smeared on the kitchen tiles. He turns the door handle, and it opens. Unlocked.

John thinks the worst has happened. A home invasion turned homicide. That he'll find your body lying in a pool of blood. Your normally captivating eyes lifeless. He shakes himself of his mild panic— now is not the time. Walking further into your home, boots softly crunching on debris, he spots your partner on the living room floor.

And they're bloody with injuries, trembling violently. John runs up to them and grabs their shoulder.

"Are you alright?!" he shouts. But your partner isn't responding, rather looking unblinkingly into a darkened hallway. John notices and swiftly aims his rifle down the hall. Then he hears or rather feels, another vicious guttural growl. Then he spots two glowing orbs in the dark like reflective tape shining with artificial light.

The orbs then rise, almost to the ceiling, and draw near slowly. John can't remember the last time he froze during a tense altercation, but then again, whatever the hell that is, isn't something he's ever dealt with in combat. He's snapped out of his reverie when the figure is lit up by the living room light and his jaw drops.

It's something out of stories. Tall, human body-shaped covered in black fur standing on two legs. Large human hands tipped with curved claws. Saliva dripping from its bared teeth and extra-long canines. Golden eyes with black slits and a long, scrunched snout. A werewolf.

Your partner screams before scrambling to hide behind John's body like a shield.

"Please! I didn't mean—", their pleading is cut off by another ferocious growl. John looks up at the werewolf and instantly recognizes those eyes. He's seen them before, on you— his cute little neighbor.

John remembers saying once that if you cannot recognize the target, you are the target. And those molten-gold eyes weren't looking at him but rather behind him. The werewolf's long arm reaches out to touch John's shoulder, slightly pushing him to the side. Its intent is clear— It's a predator on the hunt.

He shuffles out of the way and witnesses the werewolf wrap one clawed hand around your partner's ankle and yank— pulling them into the darkness. John hears them wailing, pleading for their life. Sees them clawing at the floor trying to stop the drag of their body but to no avail.

Not even a minute later, there's a sickening crunch and then the screaming stops— nothing but John's heavy breathing, soft gnashing of teeth, and more bones breaking. He slowly gets up from the ground and waits. For what, he doesn't know.

John then hears a door open and close. Something sounds like sticks being snapped into place, a loud muffled whimper, and then a door opening again. Out steps you, wrapped in a blanket with your hands and mouth dripping blood. Exhaling, he slowly walks up to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"That was you, then," he questions and you nod.

John sucks in a breath before asking another question.

"Why did you eat them?"

"They took the role of handler yet wanted me human. Domesticated. Shoved in a closet during a full moon. As if that could stop me."

You lock eyes with John, pupils blown wide open.

"Besides, no man can tame a predator by acting like prey."

He nods, head hanging low, conceding. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders and the other on your lower back, he kneels and with a grunt picks you up— carrying you out the front door.

"Let's get over to my house, I'll have this taken care of."

John feels your warm breath against his neck and grips your body tighter. Unlocking the door, he steps inside and deposits you on his couch, then jogs to his bedroom and gets his phone. He's tapping the screen when he hears you.

"John, I'm still hungry."

He stops and closes his eyes for a second, before moving to the door and holding it open.

Looking at you with a stony gaze, he says, "You will be home before daybreak. Not a minute later. Do I make myself clear?"

You nod and run up to him. Picking up his hand, you press his open calloused palm onto your cheek— nuzzling it— and give it a bloodied kiss, before running out and disappearing into the night.

John raises his hand to look at his palm and closes it tight. He already has blood on his hands, what's a little more. Back to his phone, he dials a number and puts it up to his ear.

"Simon. Yeah, I know it's late. Listen, I need you to come over. There's some cleaning up we have to do. Bring a mop." and hangs up.

If holding on to your leash is how you stay with him, then he's holding it with an iron fist and never letting go. Although, it'd probably be a good idea to move away from this neighborhood if he wants to show off his cute little neighbor wife.

A/N: I got inspired by shakira's song ofc. love it. Thank you to my beta for gassing it up. You a real one.

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[coff33notforme]

PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE A WALLY DARLING X READER (ROMANTIC) WITH A NON VERBAL READER? NO PRESSURE THO X3

A/n: Yes of course Anon! This was a super cute idea and I really enjoyed writing it!

Disclaimer: Once again this might be inaccurate to the experience of everyone who is non-verbal, I mostly based this off of how my friend who is non-verbal communicates, so if this isn't true for everyone thats why!

Pairing: Wally Darling and Gn Reader (Romantic!)

When Wally first met you, he was inclined to greet you with an over the top introduction, so when you responded in silence it threw him off

Did you feel overwhelmed by his greeting? Were you uncomfortable? Or maybe just shy?  

But he was snapped out of his thoughts when you you gave a gentle wave, a concerned look on your face 

Wally smiled, letting out a breathy laugh

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I’m Wally, and you are?” he paused hoping you would say something, but much to his surprise you instead reached into the bag that hang on your hip, pulling out a notepad of some sort before you jotted something down

Before you flipped the notepad around

‘I’m Y/n, it's nice to meet you’

Wally smiled, before he continued, telling you about his friends and neighborhood

Over time Wally will become more comfortable with asking questions about you being non-verbal, he didn’t want to get all up in your face about it the first time he met you of course but since your much closer now, it doesn’t seem inappropriate

If you have any other preferred method of speaking other than writing things down Wally would be happy to help you feel more comfortable using them around other people

Like Sign language, or if you have a tablet that you use to communicate, anything you want  

Even though you don’t speak to Wally using your words, he's become very good at picking up on cues you give him that signal your behavior, as well as reading your body language to know how your feeling 

When you first met your other neighbors, Wally had simply remained quiet, something rare to see from the usually energetic, puppet letting you introduce yourself to them with your notepad. It was clear from their expressions that they were confused

You turned to Wally expecting him to say something, but he simply returned your stare, moving his hands, signaling you to continue

You sighed, flipping the page to jot something else down, then you turned the notebook again

‘Hi, I’m y/n, I’m non-verbal, so I won’t be using my voice to communicate with you, I hope we can all become good friends.’ 

You glanced to Wally nervously, but he offered you a supportive smile, giving you a thumbs up

“That's so cool!” Julie shouted waving her arms enthusiastically, you gave a small smile

“How else do you speak? Do you just write?” Sally quipped curiously

You stepped back a little, feeling overwhelmed by the flood of questions being thrown your way

Until you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder, Wally! 

You completely forgot he was here, he offered you a lazy smile

“Now, we don't want to overwhelm our guest here, do we?” 

Julie and Sally shook their heads, as you gave a meek smile

“Then we'll be on our way for now, see you two later.” he spoke, before turning on his heel walking away with you in hand

You turned to Wally arching an eyebrow at him

“What?” 

You looked to him and then back at your neighbors behind you, you flipped your notebook up, writing something down again before showing it to wally

‘Why didn’t you say anything when we were talking to them?’

Wally gave out a low hum

“Because I know you can talk for yourself, you didn’t need me to say anything for you, and they loved you!” he exclaimed, you felt your cheeks become warm as you smiled

Feel Free to Drop me some more Welcome home requests!

#welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #wally x reader #wally darling x reader

[ultzwoozi]

“ how could you love me..? ”

currently playing: heart like yours by willamette stone

pairings: woozi x gn!reader genre: angsty fluff ; one-shot warning(s): panic attack, slight mentions of insomnia and insecurities. reader kinda has separation anxiety word count: 0.7k authors note: something a bit angsty, i could js imagine woozi being actually good at comfort <3

summary: your boyfriend catches you in the midst of a panic attack, he comforts you and tries to find a way to help you

“ … Breathe deep, breathe clear Know that I'm here, know that I'm here Waiting Stay strong, stay gold You don't have to fear, you don't have to fear Waiting ”

breath in, breath out. thats what you were taught in situations like this. but nothings coming out. you feel like your suffocating, like the walls are closing in on you. sitting on the floor in the shared bedroom of you and your boyfriend, you try to calm yourself down. the lights are dimmed and its late at night, the neighbors were asleep. no one could hear you even if you wanted them to.

jihoon wasnt home. he hasnt been home for over 4 months, hes been on tour. hes finally coming home, but its all setting in. its hitting you harder than a truck, you missed him badly. you realize being so far away from him was a issue. you realized theres a possibility he could stop loving you on the way, theres a possibility he couldve met someone new, theres a possibility he could forget about you. you were overthinking. tears were running down your cheeks and you were hyperventilating badly.

the sleepless nights without him, the fear running through your head, thoughts starting to take up your mind, everything was making you crumble on the floor besides your bed. your ears started ringing, you couldn’t even hear the front door open.

“ … I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon ”

jihoon opened the front door with his keys and immediately could tell something was wrong. “y/n?” he called out, hoping you’d hear, but to no avail you couldn’t. he could hear the faint sobs coming from your room. even with how tired he was from all the traveling, he dropped his stuff by the door and ran over to your shared room. seeing you sitting on the floor, hyperventilating and sobbing, immediately got him worried. without another thought, he walked over and held you in his arms.

“hey hey its okay.. im here now.” he rested your head on his chest. you flinched a bit by the touch of him, not aware he was home yet, let alone in your room. after a minute, you melted into his arms, sniffling and sobbing lightly. your breathing slowly regulating as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear, making sure youre alright. he drew circles on your back, watching the rise and fall of your back.

once your breathing regulated to normal, jihoon pulled your face away from his chest and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “wanna tell me what happened?” he wiped away some tears with his thumb as he looked at you, pure worry filling his eyes.

“ … How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? How could I live before? How could I have been so blind? You opened up my eyes You opened up my eyes Sleep sound, sleep tight ”

“i.. i don’t know its just..” you felt more hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks as the thoughts began to come back. “i started to over think.. and everything started to hit harder and.. god i missed you.” he felt a pain in his heart. he knew it could effect you being gone for so long for the first time in your relationship, but he didn’t think this could happen.

“i missed you too.. im so sorry.” he kissed your forehead and rested you back on his chest. you stayed there in a comfortable silence until your tears dried. after the soft moment, you spoke up.

“how could you love someone like me? you have so many options.. what if you meet someone beautiful when you’re out there?” that got him. that was what broke his heart. thinking in the case that you think of yourself so low. jihoon stayed silent for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say. it hurt that you doubted him. he kept drawing circles in your back as he thought.

“i like the y/n i have here. the loving, sweet, person i’ve grown to love. i don’t need anyone else. i need you. and i promise, im never gonna leave you alone again. you’re coming with me on tours from now on, i can’t leave you here like this.” with that he picked you up and carried you to your shared bed. he held you close to his chest. you snuggled up into his side and slowly found yourself resting in his arms. the tiredness from the traveling hit jihoon, and soon enough he fell asleep holding you tightly as if you were gonna disappear if he didn’t.

#lee jihoon #woozi #woozi angst #woozi fluff #woozi x y/n #woozi x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt angst #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt woozi #kpop #kpop fanfic

[your-nanas-house]

people (me) needs more one shots of neil lewis and raymond leon to stay alive. Anything will be received with total appreciation n.n

For real! Such good characters, love them so much 🍓

In my neighbour's pool

◇ Pairing: Neil Lewis X gn!reader

◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, friends to lovers kind of, illegality, hate

◇ Summary: You're fed up with your neighbor and Neil knows it, so he makes a plan to get back at them and spend the evening with you.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was a summer evening, it was hot and your best friend Neil had come to your house to tell you about his day.

He often came to visit you to steal things from your fridge and complain about his love life and the terrible orgasms he could only have while watching porn or sometimes movies.

You didnt mind most of the time, you loved Neil even though he could be quite nerdy and boring sometimes but you appreciate his company— not that evening though.

Your usual focus on him wasnt there, your eyes were glued on the house of your neighbour as you sipped your coke.

"Has Mrs. Bailey still bothered you?" Neil's voice interrupted your thoughts of hate and annoyance; he noticed that you werent actually listen to him since you were doing that humming and short replies that you always did when you werent really following something.

"Yeah, she's been a pain the the ass again. I swear I cant take it anymore, that lady needs to take some calming meds—" you scoffed, gritting slightly your teeth as you remembered what happened that morning

"She even got a fucking new pool in her backyard—" you murmured in anger, glancing at Neil when you noticed the silence.

His light blue eyes were focused on the house as well, his hands on his hip as he thought almost posing

"Why dont we go use that pool of hers? We could do something to take reveage" he suggested before listing options that he saw in a few recent movies he saw at the shop with his coworkers.

You honestly didn't mind the idea but you didn't want to cross the line too much, as not to get in too much troubles. If he would have suggested that a few weeks earlier you wouldn't have agreed but now that you were still extremely pissed at her, you went along with Neil.

Thats how you found yourself in the warm water of your neighbour's pool, wearing your swimsuit just like Neil, your hand stuck in his as you lowered it to free his hard cock.

His tongue kept exploring your mouth as your hand explored his length, squeezing his heavy balls to earn a whimper from his pretty swollen lips.

"You are pretty long, man" you murmured, kissing and nibbling at the tender skin of his neck, focusing on his adam's apple

"And-so-fucking-hard" your murmured as you stroked his cock a few times, taking a small pause at every word.

Neil's face was covered of a soft blush, his eyes were rolling back as his hips kept moving forewards, meeting your movements to fuck your hand faster— he was nearly meowing, letting soft moans and whimpers leave his mouth.

You could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his peak, his muscles flexing against your body, which was pressed against his, his cock throbbing and twitching at every movement of your skilled hand.

Neil came hard, letting out a meowing noise before catching his breath, his icy blue eyes now back open and focused on you

"Fuck that was—" he murmured, ready to praise your hidden skills and kiss you when a noise interrupted the both of you.

A shiver run down your spine when your neighbour walked out in her backyard, holding a bowl of milk and another one with cat's food

"Petunia, my lovely kitty, is that you? Mommy had your food—" the old annoying lady asked, making you hold back a laugh as you fixes quickly Neil's swim trucks— leading him quickly away from there as soon as you realized that the woman had probably heard your best friend's pathetic moans, mistaking them for the whining of one of her 8 cats.

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[mx-darling-1]

I don't know if you're taking requests or not but if you are then could I get a wally x g/n reader who nearly passes out of being dehydrated and too hot?

This almost happened to me today (thankfully someone was around)

Please disregard if you find it triggering at all, have a good day

Absolutly! My requests are always open!

This was definitly a bit theraputic for me to write! I've struggled some with stuff thats caused me to be in that situation far more times then I'm proud of. Remember, always drink electrolytes if your going to be out in the heat! I'm no doctor but thats whats always helped me! TW: Dehydration, poor eating/hydration habits, and fainting/blacking out

Wally Darling X Dehydrated GN Reader A Summer Picnic

This was youre first summer in your new neighbor hood, and it was far hotter then anywhere youve ever lived. Usually as long as you wore lighter clothes you were fine in the summer. You often forgot to hydrate and sadly today was no different. You were in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, something light for your picnic this afternoon. You were honestly excited, your first summer, and first date with Wally Darling. It is going to be absolutly amazing, at least thats what you thought. But, you hadnt eaten all morning so you would have an appetite for lunch. What you forgot to take into account was that you went to bed without dinner the night before simply because you were exaughsted.

Your date with Wally was going amazing y'all had been eating and chatting, a beautiful red blanket drapped across the perfect green grass. Being seated under the sun, you didnt even notice the heat against your skin or the sweat that began to bead off of you. You just happily chatted away with Wally, a bright smile on youre face. The two of you talked about anything and everything, but your vision began to get blurry. "Hey Wally, did we remember drinks?" Wally thinks for a moment before responding to you. "Oh dear, I can't believe I forgot! They are on the counter in Home!" You couldnt help but laugh gently, knowing that Wally meant no harm by this small accident. "Okay, then I'll go get it!" Without a second thought you stood up from the blanket and oh no.

Your vision begain to go black, white balls of lights appearing as your balance began to faulter. You didnt realize you were falling until you awoke in Wallys arms, him desperately fanning your face. "Neighbor! You fell over! Are you okay? Oh dear, we really must get you inside. I'm sure Home wont mind!" Wally stands up, you in his velvety arms. Thats something you dont know if youll ever get used to, he's almost two feet shorter yet can hold you with ease. Though...he eats with his eyes...so you suppose the size difference doesnt mean much here.

You didnt even realize you were at Home, so lost in your thoughts and stuggling to focus. You probably wouldnt have noticed if it werent for Wally speaking up. "Hello Home, please open up. Our dear neighbor fainted outside and I must get them cooled off." Home creaks with concern before opening its doors to let Wally get you inside. After only a few moments you were laying across Wallys couch, your date in the kitchen, although you arent quiet sure what he's up to. In fact, you had no idea until he walked back in. He was holding a damp towel; a bottle of water that seemed to be cold, well you assume so from the condensation; and he had a thermometer.

Wally walks right over to you and places the cold damp towel against your forehead. "Hey, do you know why you fainted like that darling?" Usually you'd be far more flustered from the nickname, but you were far to dizzy and exaughsted to pay that much attention. "Mm...I forgot to drink....I'm sorry Wally...I didn't mean to ruin our date." Wally shakes his head gently, handing you the cold water. "Drink up precious neighbor." You took the water bottle, opening it up and taking a few sips. Only once you took your first swallow did Wally began to talk again.

"You dont need to apologize to me dear. I still loved our date, and your health is more important to me then some picnic." Wally gently moves hair out of your face before placing the thermometor on your forehead. "I'll make sure you drink more from now on. I wouldnt want you to get sick or faint again like this. Especially if no one was there to catch you...oh dear well that would just be no good." The thermometer beeps and Wally checks it, a small sigh of relief leaving him as he puts it down on the stand beside the couch. "How....are you not mad at me?...I ruined our date..."

Wally cant help but shake his head, kissing your forehead before responding. "I would never be mad at you for something like this Darling. I doubt I could ever be angry with you for anything. I love you [Name], thats why I invited you on a date. If your health would make me upset with you, would I really love you?" You couldnt help but smile, leaning into Wally as he places a hand on your cheek. "Thank you Wally..." Wally strokes your cheek with his thumb, looking down at you adoringly. "Dont thank me dear neighbor, caring for you is a pleasure to me. Not a favor I'm doing, but something I do because I want to. Becuase I love you [Name], I truly do."

I hope you liked this chapter! I definitely enjoy writing Wally fluff, so I'm probably just going to keep requests open at all time! That way I can work on stories whenever! This request was really nice, but please make sure to take care of yourself!

#oneshots #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #dehydrated reader #caring wally darling #Wally Darling fluff #wally darling fanfic #omg i want wally to comfort me like that

[justlwrites]

Bachira x GN!Reader (Artist AU)

:: Made this out of boredom, doesnt make sence, not proof read

(As a child) 

“Y/n! Whose dog did u befriend again?!” My mom scolded me. There was a stray puppy outside my door, it dropped some pebbles for me 

“Huh...? I don’t know...? It looks like a stray puppy though” I said while smiling and petting the puppy 

“Stray or not, I told you already, right? Stop befriending random stray animals” My mom reminded me 

“Yes mom… I’m sorry” I said a bit sad 

But… This puppy keeps appearing Infront of my door, but it keeps on giving pebbles, sometimes random normal ones, sometimes they are painted colorfully... I was confused. 

  One day, I was walking home from school, I saw the puppy again, I never really got to see the puppy this close and clearly, now I can see how cute this puppy really is 

It has brown, yellow-ish fur, dropped down ears and it really liked wagging its tail. From the looks of it, it seems to be a boy. 

I decided to follow this puppy. It walked to a house, a massive one, looks like one that's owned by a rich person. I saw that there's colored pebbles lying outside the houses door, the same pebbles this puppy gave me. I thought that this puppy gives to any old random house, but… He was grabbing the pebbles...? Where though?    I kept following this puppy, it's the street going to my house? Is this puppy owned by that massive houses owner? 

(Time skip to adult) 

I still live in the same house as my childhood, my parents were the one who moved out, they were the one who wanted it, they lived near though, so I can still visit 

I already know pretty much everything in town, even if it’s old, many people still move here because of its relaxing vibe. Seems like this is what this person thought at least. 

There's a new person moving to the house next to mine, the house has been old sale for years now, nobody wanted to buy it because it's so rusty. So, when this person bought it, they made many renovations to make it homely. 

When they finally moved in, I decided to visit the house, yknow, like any good neighbor would do. I knocked on their door and a boy with brown hair and yellow tips opened, he was smiling so friendly too. 

“Ah? A new neighbor?” He said smiling so friendly 

“Yep! My names Y/n, nice to meet you!” I said giving him a smile back 

“Oh? Y/n? That’s a cute name!” He beamed 

“You can call me Bachira!” He said while dragging me into his house 

“Come in! I like guest!” He keeps smiling while talking, “Sorry its messy, I haven’t cleaned it all up” He added while scratching his head 

I looked around and... I don’t recognize this house anymore. The old house used to belong to an old couple, they decorated it with... well... Old things, they said it reminded them of when they were young, and the layout is also old school, simple living-dining room combo, 1 bedroom they shared, a small kitchen and 1 bathroom. 

When he renovated this house, it became more modern... It looked foreign to me. But it still looked homely... if you ignore all the boxes still splattered across the house. 

“Ah... Uhm... sorry hehe... I know it’s messy” He stated again still scratching his head 

“Huh? Oh, don’t be! I’m supposed to be the sorry one! I just randomly went to your house and knocked uninvitedly” I apologized to him too 

“No no! It’s fine!” He spoke 

We spent the rest of our day at his house, I even helped him clean up, and that’s when I knew he was an artist... Or well, he’s learning to be one. He wanted to be unique, so he used pebbles on making his piece, he showed me one of his piece and... “The pebbles...? Wait—the pebbles! They looked like... the ones that puppy use to give me...” I kept looking at his piece... like... it reminded me of that puppy 

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!” He tried to get me back to reality 

“Oh-- sorry Bachira... uhm... This piece looks... unique” I tried to make him talk about his piece 

“Thats my goal! Make it unique!” He exclaimed 

I forgot that I was only there to greet him, but it’s already 10pm. Seems like I lost track of time. 

When I went back to my house, I immediately went to my bedroom and opened my drawer, I grabbed the pebbles the puppy use to give me. The puppy stopped giving me pebbles when I turned 18, I saw the puppy grew to be an adult dog, it was heartwarming but also sad when the puppy stopped.  When I saw Bachira, he really gave me the vibe of that puppy though... 

“Agh-- what am I thinking? He can’t be a dog... Y/n what are you thinking?!” I kept thinking about him... about Bachira... about the dog... about the pebbles... his art... 

It’s been a few weeks since, I still think about him, but I also keep hanging out with him. 

“Hey, Y/n, I’m curious about your reaction about my painting, why were you so... hmm?” He tried thinking of a word “You know what I mean, right?” He asked 

“Well... I just... Had a flashback, you could say” I answered  

“Flash... back? About?” He seemed curious 

“Why would I tell you?” I said while chuckling 

“Ahh! I wanna know!! I wanna know!” He kept insisting 

“Well... I’ll tell you later, n-not now!” I finally answered 

He frowned but finally agreed to wait  

We decided to sleep over in Bachiras house for the night, why? Because he wanted to... and I couldn’t say no, he’s too cute! 

Because he only had 1 bedroom, we decided both of us would sleep in his living room, one on his beanbag and one on his couch. Both of us wanted the couch though, so we played a game. We had to make an art piece made of random things, I was confused on what to make and what to make it with, but Bachira already had his canvas set and started to glue some pebbles on his canvas-- “P-pebbles?!”  

“Hey, Bachira, can I have so--” “No! This are my pebbles, haha!” He laughed “BLEH!” He cheekily put his tongue out to tease me, I pouted and gave up... I accepted my fate on sleeping on the beanbag. 

After some time, he finished his creation, he made a puppy made of pebbles--- “Puppy! Pebbles!” I kept staring at his piece again... The puppy he made was so similar to the puppy that used to give me pebbles. 

“Bachira... where did you live before moving here?” I finally got the courage to ask him 

“Uhm... Still in this neighborhood, just in a different house, my house used to be much bigger!” He giggled 

“Did you perhaps have a dog?  A puppy?” I asked  

“Well, I did, but he died a few years ago... when I was 19 if I’m not mistaken” He said, his tone seemed sad, but not too sad, “But that’s the past!” His cheerful tone is back 

“What inspired you to--” “To use pebble?” He cut me mid speaking and cheered excitedly, I nod 

“Well... This is stupid, don’t laugh, okay? Promise?” He said holding his pinky finger up, I made a pinky promise to him 

“So-- so I had a crush, more like a ‘love at first sight’ crush actually, never really knew the person or spoke either... and I followed them once and found their house, a bit creepy—BUT! I only used that information to gift them--” “Pebbles? Let me guess, you told your dog to give pebbles to that house?” I asked while tilting my head 

“How’d you know--” He gasp “ARE YOU--” He asked surprised 

I gave him a probably look 

#blue lock #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #bllk bachira #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #gender neutral reader #bachira fluff #anime #anime and manga #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru bachira #bored

[tobyfier]

Introductions

Hello, I go by the name of Rody!

My pronouns are he/him

And the purpose of this account..is to make fanfics of Francis Mosses aka the milkman from that one game called “That’s not my Neighbor.” Because I am utterly obsessed with him!

However here are some rules

RULES

I don’t accept female reader requests as I am uncomfortable writing it

I only write male/gn readers

I dont write requested oc fics

Strictly milkman only.

Go wild idc, but I have limits

Strictly no r@p3,pedophilia,racist requests.

I might think of writing smut, just maybe

That’s all, have a good evening,afternoon,morning!

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[yahoodarling]

YAHOOOOOO!!!!~

I love the kind of dark content you do, not overly sexual (ookay thats a lie but it doesnt FEEL forced) and has good plot to it!!!! Could i request an abused and yandere Scaramouch and a reader that helps him?

Mwha Mwha! Kisses for you haha. Thanks for the kind words, i enjoy Dark Content plot more than sex most of the time. Hope this satisfies you. Made it a modern au to fit so it doesnt contrast genshin lore hehe

AbusedYandereScaramouch X ProtectorReader(GN) Modern AU

Warnings:DARK CONTENT, age gap (scara age 8 reader age 21 first half, scara age 18 reader age 31second half), murder, violence, descriptives of blood, child abuse, implied sexual assult, mental instability, yandere themes

Note:Child Scara looked after random/made up parents, NOT DEPICTED AS EI

Of course as any sane and rational being, I don't promote this stuff. If you are romanticizing the abuse of children get the FUCK out. I'm a teacher, surrounded by kids and I hear these things happen and it's fucking disgusting.

He just wanted to read the book, it wasn't a big deal. The cover was so pretty, a secret garden full of flowers and moss with a kind looking prince. The kind lady said he could have it… HE can HAVE it! He didn't ask for it or steal it or anything! He doesn't deserve to be reprimanded!

“This shitty child out begging for freebies. What?! We don't give you enough?!” the man yelled. That's all he is, ‘The man’. Not his father, just the horrid, foul smelling man that made his life a nightmare and next to him stood the witch of a lady he'd never felt to be his mother. 

“(*****), I think he should be a little more grateful and stop embarrassing us. He is already an embarrassment.”

Scara knew the lady wanted a daughter, one to braid hair and play with dresses, not a son like him, she forced him to grow his hair out, to wear dresses, to reject anything masculine.

“No shit. Come here boy-” 

He should run, he should run far away, far away from these people but he couldnt, he was scared. He didnt know what life outside this small apartment would be like, it could be worse than this. Are all kids like him brought up like this? Then maybe he should just take it, everyone must do it for a reason even if it does hurt so much.

Still… he didnt want that man touching him anymore.

“OI! Brat!” Scara ran away from him, clutching the book in his arms, tears streaming down his face. All he wants is to be the Prince, to live in a pretty garden and practice sword fighting with a tree or find a fairy that will lead him to adventure, he didnt want to be a mistake, to live in a grumpy apartment and practice how to quieten sobs from the man or be lead to …

“Leave me alone! Please!” he begged, please can he just live that happy life, please can he just be happy.

‘You have to fight for it.’

“I just want to read a book!”

‘You have to fight for it.’

“All i want is to live!”

‘You have to kill for it.”

“Thats it!” The familiar yell and view of a hand passed his eyes and he braced for protection.

You open the door to your neighbors house, those screams were worth investigating. You hoped they weren't what you thought they were. Upon first sight of opening the front door there was red, so much red. On the floor, smudged on the walls, on furniture and surrounding the two figures lying motionless on the floor. Your eyes scanned to find a young kid, you had never seen them before, with long dark purple hair and clothes soaked red, in his hands he held a knife and wide unfocused eyes staring blankly at the wall. As much as you wanted to scream and run away, call help and leave you knew that would make the situation worse. Before you stood a young, mentally unstable kid who had just killed your neighbors. You never knew them much, they were secluded and kept to themselves but they didn't seem like bad people.

‘I hate this… i hate this so much…’

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You need to think about every word and action.

“My name is (first name)” you say, create a personal introduction so he feels safer to calm down rather than immediately bombard him with questions.

“What's your name?”

It took a while, the boy's chest seemed to heave up and down from rapid breath until he whispered out a faint, ‘Scaramouch’.

“I see, well Scaramouche your hands are very dirty, could you go wash them?” get the knife out his hands, don't be demanding as it may trigger him.

The boy still seemed in shock but he did as you asked, he walked to the nearby sink, put the knife down and began to wash his hands. You took a moment to collect yourself. To call the cops right away may trigger him so you'd have to wait a bit. You looked at the boy and saw bruises and marks litter his skin, your heart fell immediately. So this was a case of an outburst from the result of child abuse? That's the only thing you could assume to imagine your nice, though quiet, neighbors like that made you very unsettled.

“Done.” His voice was quiet and toneless.

“I see. Could I come in?” you ask, still standing from outside, he nodded but still looked down at the sink.

“Scaramouch, could you come here so we can talk?” you ask, a good few feet away from the door if you need to run but inside the house enough to be close to the boy already. He seemed reluctant at first, his face squeezing into different frowns before walking towards you and looking at your feet. Good, he left the knife.

“What's going through your mind right now?”

“You are going to phone the police, right? I'm gonna go to jail like the other filth.”

It kind of scared you he was thinking of that rather than about him being sad or emotional about killing his supposed parents. You have to tell the truth, lies won't help.

“Yes I will but it's different. You are a smart boy, I'm sure you know you won't go to an adult prison. I think you may have to see some doctors and live in a special home but it's nothing like an adult prison so it will be okay.”

He looked up to you with big eyes, eyes that seemed to question, ‘will it really be okay?’.

“It's alright, i will explain to the police, i know it's not all your fault. Do you want to hear me phone them?”

He didn't respond, he just walked to the wall, sat down back to you and seemed to just phaze out of consciousness. The reek of blood and nausea was starting to set in, the whole situation was starting to set in but the best you could do was stay calm.

You phoned up the police to report the crime, needing to be mindful of what you said and how you said it since Scaramouch could hear you. “Hello, yes, im here to report a murder. Two adults at this address. Yes, I know who the murderer is, they are here too, its a child, maybe 6 or 7, he is stable for now. I believe this was an attempt of defense from child abuse, the child has signs of it all over. Okay, thank you.” you were told to be on alert, not like you weren't already, and to not approach the kid, though to see his huddled up form leaning on the wall like a lifeless doll tugged on your heart.

“Scaramouch, how are you feeling?”

“Sore”

“I can imagine.” … “May I sit here?” you ask, sitting a few feet away from him and he nodded.

It was quiet when all of a sudden the boy spoke up.

“Why do you speak like that? Don't all adults yell or talk harshly. Adults aren't supposed to sound… soft.” he frowned at his own sentence.

“Why can't adults be soft?”

“Cause they are mean and they do mean things and are angry all the time. It's my fault, I did something I wasn't supposed to and now I'm in this mess.”

This was his outlook… you really wished you had noticed what had been happening in this house sooner, maybe you could have saved him from some of this trauma.

“Scara, not all adults are like that. Most are nice and soft.”

“... Do they hug?”

You looked confused.

“One night I saw that man watching tv and saw two people hugging. That's normal?”

“Well yes, it is normal.”

“So I'm not normal?”

“Well, this house isn't normal but that doesnt mean you aren't. It will be okay.”

. . .

“Can I have a hug then, if it's normal?”

The question made fear spike through your spine, yes this was a kid but it was a kid that just killed two people. Of course you were hesitant but you were also stupidity emotional.

“Scara, can you promise me, on your most favorite thing, that you won't hurt me if I hug you?” You ask.

Scara looks around for a moment. “I promise on my book.”

You didn't understand the context but had to trust him.

“Scara! Well done!” You clapped for him as you left your car door and walked up to him, he graduated highschool and you two organized for him to stay the night and celebrate, it meant the world to him. Honestly, it surprised you how you were able to stay in contact. While he was a kid in hospital you visited a few times and when in the adoption home you'd message him and take him out for trips when you were free on weekends. He never did get adopted for some reason and now he'd be out in the world, he has told you he has a plan and not to worry about him but you still do. One thing that was hard to grow out of was seeing him in a safe limelight, for a while every time you saw him you reimagined the bloody scene and his face but now you had grown accustomed to the older him. The past still haunted you but at least it was better for you two now.

You hold out your hand slowly, he takes it, and you gently pull him in slow step at a time till he is close by to which you hesitantly open your arms and hold the small boy in you. He hugged back and immediately fell into your seated lap. You two stayed like that until the police came. It was a big deal sorting through everything, explaining and making sure Scara stayed calm and in time, in a long long time you could comfortably say the scene was over. Court done, Scara in a specialty hospital for kids and you were back home but that house next door continued to sink your heart each time you saw it. You decided to move.

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“Thanks” he smiled softly and tugged on his sun hat a little, even though it was late afternoon and the sun was already setting.

You pulled your stuff out of the car and approached him, giving him a side hug with your open arm and then directing him to the door. He had been here many times, it was natural to have him over.

“So, shall we pop open a bottle or have dinner first? Haha” you laugh, putting your stuff down as Scara quietly closes the door and takes his hat off, messing around his short hair for a bit before letting it settle.

“Hmmm, dinner first, then drinks. We don't need to rush.”

It was late and quiet all in contrast to  scaramouches loud heart beat. He couldn't sleep, he never could when he slept over at your house. Honestly he didn't care about school, nearly everyone there was useless and boring but to see your happy face as you greet him, to see you celebrate HIM, for whatever reason, made his heart flutter. He wanted to be with you, be with you more often than you do already and more intimately than just hugs or shoulder pats. He closed his eyes for a second, imagining the life he wished to live, maybe one day he will grow the confidence to make it into a reality but for now he had to be patient and just enjoy what he could get. That's not to say he wasn't confident in getting what he wants, far from it, proved by how he stood up, bare feet padding on the floors towards your room. You were asleep, of course it was close to 2am. His light, his savior from the dark. He wanted to cherish you, worship you and just be with you.

“Then so be it!”

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He neared the bed and climbed on, leaning his head over to yours, he 'd hear your breaths and see even the smallest movement on your face. He leant down, meeting his lips with yours for a very soft kiss, one not to disturb you. With a quick light hug to your covered body he then stood up, neared the door and watched you from a good while before getting back to his room. He doesn't need to worry about the future, where he will stay or anything else if his future is with you, no matter the cost.

#yahooworks #genshin scaramouche #x gn reader #x male reader #x female reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin dark content #dark content #abuse mention

[sophiedarling]

gareth emerson hc's !!

mostly general hc’s but some gn reader x gareth stuff! gareth emerson is always on my brain. 

for the record: i am almost always thinking of gareth n his friends (including eddie) as modern, just because it’s easier for me to imagine lol.

ik it's not a lot (sorry) but i'll probably end up writing more soon :))

background stuff:

gareth is the oldest sibling in my mind. he has two younger sisters who are significantly younger than him (so they’re like 10 and 7)

one of his sisters thinks he’s the coolest guy ever and the other is a little shit to him. that’s just how little siblings are tho, i don’t make the rules

corroded coffin practices are held at his house because a) his parents were the only ones willing to give up their garage and b) the rest of the band likes when his mom brings them snacks and drinks

his family probably has a guest room they let eddie stay in on the occasion things get bad between him and his uncle

his mom loves meeting his friends because she likes seeing who helped him come out of his shell after middle school. she’s just the sweetest woman ever

his dad probably pretends to disapprove of the band but when the neighbors complain about the noise, mr. emerson is out on the front lawn in a heartbeat, absolutely defending his son’s interests

i think @master-of-munsons hit the nail on the head with the cat hc ngl. the cat’s name is piña colada !! thats so cute im screaming

friends:

he met jeff when they were both in middle school (they were band kids sorry) and they met eddie later. so gareth’s besties with jeff but they both look up to eddie

he and jeff got into DnD in middle school together, and then when they got to high school they joined hellfire. eddie recruited them into corroded coffin afterward

he’s the kind of close to jeff that makes their classmates think they’re dating.  it’s annoying that others don’t understand you can just have close friends, but they’re always laughing between just the two of them and they’re pretty physically close most of the time and do everything together, it gets taken the wrong way

like. have you ever seen those tik toks that are like “when you think you’re the only person in love with your boyfriend but then you meet his best friend” ? that’s you with gareth and jeff

i don’t think gareth’s the kind of guy to bring any of his best friends on dates with u or something, but the hellfire club members are for sure a safe subject with him. if there’s ever an awkward silence, ask him about what happened during the last campaign or what merciless villain eddie put them up against or what he and jeff did last week to prank the dickheads on the basketball team and he will TALK

he def has some friends outside of hellfire/corroded coffin but they’re just kinda different acquaintances from various classes- like his go-to’s when there’s a group project and they sometimes have short conversations if they see each other outside of class, yknow ?

despite what seems to be a resting bitch face, he seems like one of the more calm, sociable people in the group, so i feel like it’s easy for him to make friends. he just chooses to stick with his group

if there’s a hellfire groupchat he’s dry as fuck in it. sorry

dating:

gareth seems like the kind to get quite a few mini-crushes but nothing too serious. til he meets you ooooooo

i’ll let you choose how you and gareth get together if u want

but overall he’s a pretty good boyfriend, albeit inexperienced with all the conventional stuff

he probably forgets to actually ever call you his partner/girlfriend/boyfriend to your face at any point, so when someone stops to ask him if you’re single he rushes to make sure you know you two are dating and exclusive

as many have said, he doesn’t seem big on pda. quick kisses at most, but preferably nothing more than hand holding when the guys are around or else he’ll never hear the end of the teasing

but he is the most touchy person in private for sure. he’s such a small spoon it kills me

the guys probably knew gareth had a thing for you before he was ready to tell anyone, so when he announces that you two are together, they’re so happy for him it’s so sweet

you’re invited backstage to their gigs and get all the inside scoop (“like,, why can eddie just not stay on beat ?? i know he gets excited but c’mon”). gareth talks mad shit

if you can’t drive, he doesn’t mind u being his main passenger (although that means he gets to choose everything- where you eat if you go out, when you leave parties, etc. but he usually gives in to whatever u want anyway). if you can drive, you probably switch between drivers. he gets aux no matter what tho

#gareth emerson x reader #gareth the great #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #gwydion lashlee walton #gareth #stranger things headcanons #hellfire club #gareth loml #gareth emerson x y/n

[beautouslysandy]

Laughing In The Rain

By-Sandy

Sodapop Curtis x GN!Reader

Warnings:Zero, just fluff with soda

Word Count: 1,031

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-You are a care-free sweet-hearted person, you have many people in your life but there is only one person you wanna spend it with and that is Sodapop Curtis. The boy next door, in simple terms. -You get butterflies just thinking about him. He is your dream and he just doesn’t know it. You haven’t seen him a lot since he dropped out of school. You miss seeing his smile when you’d was eachother in the halls. You miss seeing him everyday in History class. You miss him so much. -You guys have know each-other for 4 years, you aren’t the best of friends but your still pretty close. You know almost everything about him, not in the creepy way of course.

-Little do you know that he is missing you too.

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It was a murky and rainy evening, you were at your desk studying for upcoming exams. Your desk faced the window so you could look out onto the street. Great for people watching is what you and your dad always joke about. You tap your pencil on your desk repeatedly, your growing bored and frustrated with studying this material. You look out the window zoning out. You love the rain, you love the smell of the freshly wet grass, the feeling of it hitting your skin, and for some odd reason you lived for the stormy grey the sky and clouds turn during a rainstorm. You enjoyed the little things no one else did. You came back to the present time, you say two little girls in rain attire jumping in puddles, you laughed to yourself as you thought it was adorable. You eyes wander to see the Curtis’ house and some of their friends out on the porch. They were knocking on the door, all huddled together trying to get through the open door first. You have this idea to go out into the rain and just enjoy it. You chicken out at first cause you don’t wanna embarrass yourself, you then begin to wonder why would I be embrassed if I am enjoy something I like. ‘Screw it.’ You thought to yourself.

You get off the desk chair and leave your studying to another time. You were about to walk out the door when you hear your mom’s voice call to you. “Y/N L/N, please tell me you are not going in the rain wearing that?” She said peeking out of your parents study examining your outfit like it was a report card.

I look at my outfit, I had on dark blue flare jeans with white roughed up shoes and a white sweater with your sliver locket.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused with what was wrong with your outfit

“Put a jacket on, young lady. Then you can go play or what not in the rain.” She said sternly with a smile.

“Okay, ma” You say willingly as you grab your black rain jacket and put it on. You open the door and close it, you take a deep breath. And as you guessed it smelled like freshly wet grass. You are pretty sure you have candle of the smell somewhere in your disorganized room.

You walked out into the rain, you giggled as your hair got wet. You went to grab the hood of the chair to put it on then you found nothing and then it hit you that you had forgotten that this rain coats hood was murdered last year after your little brother had the smartest of ideas to use it to play tug a war with the neighbors dog. You sat down on the sidewalk and played with the grass just enjoying as the rain hit your skin. You smiled with your eyes closed and took a deep breath again. You picked a dandelion out of the grass surprised that it wasn’t ruined by the rain. You twirled the stem around with your fingers. You zoned out until you heard a familiar voice saying:

“Y/N? Why are you sitting on the sidewalk when it’s raining?” You looked up to see Sodapop, you were shocked for a second then turned pink.

“Uhm..I just like the rain thats all.” You said almost like it was a question.

‘Gosh Y/N do you have any social skills?’ You thought to yourself.

“Oh. Me too” He said with a smile.

You chuckled awkwardly, “That’s nice.” you said uncontrollably

“Uh yeah.” He said sounding a little sad

This conversation was going no where. Until you said:

“So how’s been?” You said confidently, you even added a smile. You felt your skin turning pinker by the minute. He smiled, glad to find a topic. “It’s been great! As you know I am working at the DX full time now and..” He began sitting down right next to you looking you in the eyes. He’s eyes were sparkly, he didn’t have a rain coat on or anything just a white t-shirt, his DX short sleeved button up and hat, and his shoes and oil stained jeans. You completely zoned out, you didn’t anything he said and you found him looking at you happily and waiting for a response.

“Oh I am sorry, I zoned out” You said awkwardly and a bit embarrassed.

He looked at you with same sparkle in his eyes and replied with “Thats okay! Happens to me all of the time! I will just repeat what I said…” and he did.

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You don’t know how long you guys have been out there but you didn’t care and he didn’t seem to either. Most of your conversation had been filled with laughs and giggles. It’s was still raining and y’all were soaked but it didn’t matter, you were happy. “So..” He said picking at the grass, picking out a strand of one from a patch of crab grass on your lawn. “Would you like to come over and hangout?” He asked looking at you with his perfect smile.

You didn’t say anything at first, you have never been invited to a boys place before. “I-I..uhm” You were speechless and you were so flustered.

He looked at you confused “We can just stay out here if you want, I was just getting a little cold that’s all.” He finished with his smile.

“No no no. I just went blank, sorry. I would love I mean like to hangout with you or I mean you and your friends. Uh sure.” You said quickly as you felt heat find your face, you had totally weirded him out you were thinking.

He laughed softly as he looked at the ground then he looked and you and said, “I was hoping you would say that.” He stood up and held out his hand which you quickly took.

He turned and gave you a kiss on the check before leading the way to his house. When I tell you almost squealed and turned 50 shades of red I mean it. Believe me.

Thank you for reading!

-Sandy

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #sodapop curtis #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop imagine #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis imagines #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

[ivanzplaid]

I am begging you to write more about the reader fighting back 🙏

the reader fighting back is amazing to write oml, always love fierce mfs🙏🙏

thank you again for the request! i love seeing them come in its so rewarding, requests r open & encouraged! dont be nervous🫶

for this it'll be The Grabber x Gn Reader!

Warnings: Wound description, The Grabber, Kidnapped Reader, Harsh treatment, Impending harm

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Your feet took you around the room, pacing for what felt like hours. You'd set up a whole plan, a diversion, your scheme, just for him to not fucking show up? He couldn't hide forever, thats what you told yourself. Eventually he would come down, he would have to feed you, or see you, and you would put it into action. But as your grandfather taught you, Patience is Virtue, and your patience was dwindling.

Calming yourself, you brought yourself back down to the mattress, seating yourself while bouncing your leg, anticipation flooded you. It was simple, all he had to do was come down here, and you would take the bottle piece you had, swing, and hopefully be able to access the door and run. Simple, clean, efficient. The sun still came through your little window, so there had to be neighbors out.

Twenty minutes dragged by, no sign.

Sighing, you accepted that he is busy, so why not get up just to prepare yourself again. You felt like a caged animal, your only entertainment was gone, ruining your schedule. Your feet took you from the mattress to the door, repeating this pattern. Getting lost in your thoughts, you mindlessly tripped over yourself, falling into the door, but what greeted you was a creaking noise, giving you a greater sign than your captor showing up. The door was left unlocked. Maybe he had a late night of watching you sleep, exhaustion catching up, making him forget, or maybe he hadn't shut it properly, but one sloppy mistake was all you needed for the confidence to come back. Still being cautious, left hand pulling the door open while the right secured the glass comfortably, you ventured your way up the stairs, meeting up with the brown door. It felt like a dream, all of it was too easy, but it was possible after months of keeping you, his means became, careless, less intricate. Hand on the door knob, awaiting somebody in a mask to come choke you, you twisted it open, rather quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. Nobody met your presence.

The stillness of the house was odd, alarming even. You felt your throat closing on you, heart beating twice as fast as you stepped on to the tiles. Nothing happened. Without thinking, you walked to the side door, eyes narrowed on the handle, this time briskly opening it, you didn't have time to waste.

It opened.

You could feel your eyes widen, but your face was still blank with concern, you didn't trust any of what was going on. Frantically, you gazed around, nobody in sight, it was a normal spring day, life continued on, even when you came back. Taking the steps, you walked down shakily, the months within the basement made you weak, losing the muscle you once possessed. You found yourself in the road, pondering what to do. Of course, telling a neighbor was your first instinct, so you peered ahead of you, the house number read 7741. Jogging over, you treaded lightly over the lawn, making it to the door, which you banged on just loud enough to catch the attention of anybody inside, although the driveway was empty, a light was on inside, somebody was home.

You hear swift walked behind the door, which paused as soon as it made it to the door. Shuffling, or rummaging could he heard before the locks started to become undone, and you soon found out why your abductor wasn't visiting you in the basement. Your eyes dramatically widened as the door briefly displayed him, a smug grin rested on his face, his eyes showing it as he dragged you inside.

"My my, what are you doing out?"

His tone taunted you, he wasn't scared or mad, he was confident. His eyes devoured you, taking in the way you stood, still in shock. His fingers pulled at a blind, light beaming in.

"Naughty. Do you see the light outside? You couldn't wait for me?"

His voice was raspy, but thrilled. Turning away from you, he went to lock the door, twisting it shut. You took the opportunity you saw, you hadn't let go of the glass, shard still useful, sitting in your hand. Charging at him with his back turned, you sliced his shoulder, using the force of your arm to dig deeper, making a larger wound. While the shard lay in his shoulder, you found yourself barraging him, your foot meeting the back of his knee, causing him to collapse after his muscle spasm.

He didn't scream, a slight sigh emitting from him when you stabbed him, and maybe a grunt or two with that kick, which he was thoroughly impressed by, but he didn't show major signs of weakness. You stepped back, regaining your energy.

"I'm going to make this,"

His breath hitched as he reached up to his shoulder, plucking the broken glass out of his shoulder with a churning noise, it made your face scrunch up seeing him do it effortlessly, sickening. Stepping up, he turned on his feet slowly, taking in the atmosphere you put out, eyes narrowed on you.

"Really, really hurt."

Taking his time, he made his way over to you, breathing heavily as he watched you corner yourself. Your face was still straight, you did hold yourself up well, even when his hands became outstretched towards you. Being only a foot away, impending fate resting on your mind, you decided the only reasonable thing to do between fight & flight, was fight, so you did. When he put a hand out to grasp a chunk of your hair, you scratched at his unprotected face, flailing harshly as you made contact with it. Your eyes stayed open, but as they met his, you wanted to squirm away, be any other place but at his mercy.

"Look at me."

His response showed he took a notice to this, without hesitation he gripped your free hands with one hand, and yanked your head towards him with his other. You two rested inches away from eachother, tension expanding. Trying to look away only made his grasp harsher, on both your hair and head, the tight hold brought hot pain to your head.

"You started it, you're finishing it."

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i wrote this so wuickly, so to me it feels weirdly written, but hope its good! i saw you say that you enjoyed the black phone movie and im glad!! its awesome you got to see it 🫶

#the grabber #the grabber x reader #black phone #hot killer #ethan hawke #the grabber x you #queer #slasher #i need him #gay