Hello! Welcome to my humble abode! Basically what I have going on is I’m a 19 year old lescon writer, who is currently writing specifically for a range of characters (more currently: Reneé Rapp + Margot Robbie + Angela Orosco + Molly O’Shea based right now!) I hope you enjoy + that the experience you have here will be a pleasant one! (Minors DNI, though! My works tend to deal in hefty topics - as well as some smut features!) Links: ☾☦︎︎ Buy Me a Coffee [Ko-Fi] ☦︎︎☽ https://ko-fi.com/angstyandromanticwriting ☾☦︎︎ My Sister’s YouTube Channel ☦︎︎☽ https://youtube.com/@immiegames?si=L2UETEYRTcGFNJ2x Your ever faithful, H.H. 🖤
Yes, About You is still here! I decided pretty easily to keep it a part of my wonderful humble abode, here! I just believe that it will always be an immensely suiting vibe for my writing, and I would like to keep it as part of my lovely readers’ experiences as you indulge in the ideas I love to share with all of you!
If you wish to do so, please feel free to have a look at my Ko-fi page!
As a follow on, here is the link to my ao3 (Archive of Our Own) page if you wish to have a look!
Long story short, I’ve been wanting to put something like this together for a little while, now, and here I am finally doing it after being given the final encouraging push by a very lovely and dear friend of mine! (* Cough, cough * You know who you are! * More devilish spluttering; cough, cough.) Anyway! Here is what you can expect from what you’re to see below this lovely ramble of mine…
My Prompts & Haikus; The Ones I Shall Be Sharing Here…
I dare say there’s a lot that can be expected, here! I intend on posting many of my recent workings, alongside some of the older ones! In regard to later-dated works, I am aiming to only utilise the ones that have more hope of being updated, as well as ones which have the lesser of the latter (specifically referring to the ideas I’ve put together since my coming out last year!)
After this miniature paragraph is complete, I can then promise you that the links to my candidates will be available below! First, however, I would like to quickly give names to the faces at the centre of my current ideas:
Molly O’Shea;
Ellie Williams;
Cynthia Hammond (an OC - Reneé Rapp based);
Harley Quinn (specifically the Margot Robbie version, interlinked with some aspects of Rachael Allen’s writing of such an iconic character);
Reneé Rapp as Reneé Rapp (yes, I was being bold that day - EXCEPTIONALLY);
Embry Hawthorn (an OC - Margot Robbie based, this time - I like having a range of ideas to write for, clearly, and I’m not sure how I’m only realising that today at this point);
Regina George (Reneé Rapp version);
Louisiana Rose (another OC, also Margot Robbie based);
Vera Alfrey (a further Margot Robbie based OC again);
Leighton Murray (of course I’m writing for Leighton bloody Murray - trust me to do that, honestly)
Angela Orosco (Silent Hill 2 Remake)
Ones which are not included here, for example the writings I have previously worked upon based around Margot Robbie herself (e.g as herself, as well as her portrayal of Barbra Handler), I have recently decided will also be discontinued unless I decide to revive them in the near future!
Below is attached now the links to each of my character pages, separate - or joint together - depending on the character you choose (depending on whether they have a separate portrayer/face-claim or not) - choose wisely; a vast field is stood here, comprising of some interesting pathways… I guess my final question would be - will you flounder on the pathway you choose, or will you strive upon it? I guess we shall see, shall we?
Consists of the many different portrayals I’ve listed above; if you’re searching for the specifics in regard to the character/idea you’ve chosen you’d like to indulge in as portrayed by Reneé Rapp herself, this is where you’ll find them!
Same aspect of the ‘Reneé Rapp Pathway’; if you seek an idea/character of specific personality or characteristic - including that of Harley Quinn - you will find it here!
I certainly am very happy to have finally put this together! If anything changes; things get added new, or re-added, I will be sure to let you all know as soon as I possibly can! If anything isn’t working in regard to the links above, please feel free to let me know! I want you all to enjoy the experience you choose to indulge in within here, and I think it’s special for me to have an official Masterlist (finally) such as this, and I look forward to updating it accordingly overtime! Please, have a lovely rest of the day, everyone, and I look forward to seeing you all again soon! Until next time, happy exploration! And I have been, as usual - your ever faithful, H.H. 💜
I might unfortunately take a small break from posting for the next couple of days, and pick up again on Tuesday at the earliest I can!
I’ve already overslept a bit, and don’t want to disappoint you guys with anything poor quality with my head aching and stuff like that & it is my dad’s birthday tomorrow, so that’s mainly why Tuesday is my next available option for hoping to be able to post and deliver decent quality work - I hope you guys have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.8k!
Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Trauma Aftermath, Hallucinations/Voices, Mental Health Struggles, Past Toxic/Possibly Abusive Relationship Dynamics, Body-Related Vulnerability, Food Insecurity & Disordered Eating Context, Lingering Injury Pain - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Learning/Achier Than Ever
You didn’t know if everything that had happened with Clara would ever leave you behind, at this rate.
Didn’t know if it would ever give you a chance to just live happily with yourself; with Angela, and that was something you wanted more than anything.
God, you loved her.
You always wanted to love her.
Always, no matter what.
You didn’t think you’d ever been happier than you were with Angela, so when you woke up crying in her arms, you didn’t want her to think it was anything because of her, because you’d seen Clara again.
You’d heard her voice again, and you couldn’t help, but hate it; hate her, for still haunting you the way she was, when she’d only ever made you feel like everything you touched, you destroyed.
Your family hadn’t exactly helped with the matter, but-.. you still couldn’t bring yourself to forgive her - neither could you really forgive you, either.
But you wanted to change things, now.
You wanted to focus your everything on her - on Angela - just Angela, as you pushed yourself to get up; to fight the pain back that still lingered in your body after that creature had stabbed you, and knocked you out, just like the drugs used to, as you managed to get yourself directly before the supply bag, you relaxing when you had finally reached it, as you began to take out anything you could use as a nice little breakfast for her, and yourself, as you make do with another luckily and just barely fresh can of mixed fruits, paired with another couple of unfortunately dry waffles, but as good as you could get them, as you plated the mixture up, and timidly set it down beside her as she softly began to stir, and you couldn’t help, but smile, noticing the soft way the edges of her lips curved upwards when she noticed you, as you gently squeezed her hand, and she softly lifted your’s so she could - as delicately and shyly as possible - kiss the back of it, as you’re painfully cursed to remember another part of the nightmare you’d had earlier on.
Or - more specifically - the voices you’d heard earlier on.
‘It never used to be a problem; you said you liked it when I kissed your hand before.’
It was your voice, first, as you heard Clara faintly stammering in your head again; you could almost feel the awkwardness and the pain of the moment in the air, without even being able to see the hurt on her face again.
‘Oh. Right. You’re still hung up on Derek, r-right? Is - is that anything to do with-.. I - erm - I’m sorry, if it is, but - but I didn’t mean it like that, Clar; you know I didn’t, I-.. it’s just a sign of respect, y’know? I-.. I didn’t mean it any other way, I swear, I-’
‘Hold on - Derek? My asshole ex? Why would you even-?’
You wince, practically feeling the way the door had creaked like it did in the nightmare, as you bowed your head, not wanting Angela to have to worry about you again like she already did earlier, and countless times before then, too.
‘Shit - my parents are home - Clar, you should-’
You remember she hadn’t said a word, after that; you remember the way she’d shoved past you, and you didn’t blame her; of course you didn’t; you knew everything was partly your fault, if not entirely, as you tried not to whimper; just tried to keep it all inside for Angela again, as she anxiously held you close to her, sensing something was wrong already.
“Y/n-? Are - are you okay?”
She inquired gently, to begin with, and you forced a smile, but every smile you used to try and fight back the pain soon and surely enough turned into a genuine one, whenever it was her you were letting your gaze fall so blissfully upon again.
“More than,” you whisper, not wanting her to have to deal with what came before anymore, as you softly caress her cheek, and she’s already gently blushing, eyebrows tilting upwards in that soft way they always did when she was thinking too hard about something, before she’s timidly letting her gaze drift down to your lips, and her own lips are pressed tighter together than they were before. “Are - you okay?”
You return, noticing the flustered look on her face again, as she hesitates, before she’s nodding gently, as she tries to smile back up at you again, and fails, looking like there’s still so much she wants to say, and yet she can’t let the words slip past her lips - not yet, anyway.
“I made breakfast,” you reply gently, wanting to do everything you can to relax her; to soothe her easily startled - and understandably so - nerves again, as she appears taken aback, eyes softly widening, and still so, so warm, as you gently gesticulate to the plate you’d carefully set down beside her, as she timidly glances down at it like it’s the best thing she’d ever seen, or heard of - well, the second best thing, as she looks back up at you, and that blush is back again, and so beautifully so, as you smile, timidly leaning forward to gently kiss her cheek, as her breath stutters, and she’s gently holding your face in her own hands again.
There’s more hope, and urgency in her gaze, now, and you can see it’s overwhelming her, you worrying about her again, as you anxiously voice her name, and she’s struggling to breathe regularly again, as she lets her gaze drift down once more, before she’s cautiously leaning forward, and letting her lips softly collide with your own trembly and soft ones.
Your breath trembles out of you, as you relax into the kiss, eyelids fluttering shut as you’re gently lacing your fingers with her own again, whilst your free hand is keeping the both of you steady where you are, as you hold each other closer, and once the kiss is softly deepening, it’s hard to pull out of it again.
You know what she wants to do - of course you know; she’d shyly mentioned it the day before, but it was a mention, nonetheless, and though it wasn’t exactly something still incredibly freshly new to the both of you, it still felt new.
It still scared you, to think of doing something wrong; of scaring her, or worse - hurting her, especially after everything her father and her brother had done to her, as you tried not to move too fast; tried not to give into your urges that quickly intensified as the kiss went on, as you instead tried to just keep your hands where they were, staying attuned to her movements; her own feelings, as you gently connect your forehead to her’s, and before you even know it the both of you are softly pulling faintly back to breathe, and keep your lungs from imploding, as she keeps her head low, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her face redder than it really was, then.
“Well, that - that was-.. that was certainly something, I mean,” you murmur, feeling awkward and shyer than ever, as you timidly rub the back of your neck, and she only bows her head further, lightly shaking it as if she were putting herself down again.
“I’m-.. I’m sorry,” she manages, and your heart sinks, as your expression easily softens, and you’re already gently and carefully making to softly lift her chin up so you could meet her gaze, and softer than ever before somehow.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you promise, without hesitation, as she falters again, eyebrows softly furrowing, but not as worriedly as they had so many times before, as she nods tightly, and tries not to let her gaze drift back down to your soft and easily addicting and sweet with fruit lips again. “Here, d’you feel like having some of that makeshift coffee stuff with the waffles, or-? I could always try and-”
“No,” she strains out, voice sounding worried again, as you falter, before you can even reach for the bag of the supplies again, as she winces, and is gently squeezing your soft and still lightly trembling with want and fear hand again. “You - you’ve already done too much for me - this is enough, I promise; it - it’s more than enough, Y/n, I-.. you got hurt yesterday, you-.. you shouldn’t even be up right now - Y/n, please, just-”
“I’m okay,” you try and reassure her again, “I promise you I’m okay, Ange - I feel a lot better, now. You don’t need to worry about me anymore, okay? I promise you you don’t. I’m here, and that’s all that matters, right? Whatever the hell those things were, they didn’t take me away from you. They never will. Here, I’ll put some coffee on - it’s the least I can try and do, before we try and head out to room 206, right?”
Angela hesitates, before she’s nodding softly.
She guesses you’re right, and she can’t express how truly grateful she is that you’d not been wounded worse than you were, but it still happened, and she couldn’t shake that, as she draws in a barely audible shaky breath, before she’s subconsciously shifting so that she’s closer to you, as she holds her plate up, and starts taking small bites from the portion you’d prepared for her, as if eating is still a tentative thing for her, when her family had been so sparse on feeding her, as she begins to get used to the feeling again, and finding the mixture of tastes more addictive as she eats slightly more ravenously, and your heart aches, seeing how her family’s treatment of her had been affecting her again.
She looks almost sad when her plate is empty, and although she does try to hide it, you always notice everything about her, even the smallest of things.
“Here - have some of mine,” you offer gently, as you slide the biggest part of your portion onto her plate, knowing she needs it more than you do, and - to be honest - you can’t help, but feel she deserves it more than you, anyway, after everything, as she hesitates again, a pained expression on her face; she can’t let you give up your portion to her like that, no matter how hungry she is, as she gently shakes her head, and extends it back toward you, determined to keep you fed, too, as you falter, tilting your head partially again, as she gently insists that you eat - please eat, and you can’t bring yourself to protest against her, noticing the urgency and the worry in her eyes again, as you nod softly, and she relaxes, smiling gently over at you, before she’s determinedly busying herself with the coffee instead to give you a break, as the both of you prepare to move toward the next room, and with more nerves than you ever really had before.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.5k!
Takes place after the events of the third season!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Child Sexual Abuse/Incest (Implied & Referenced), Rape/Sexual Violence (Implied & Threatened), Physical Abuse/Domestic Violence, Psychological Abuse/Emotional Manipulation, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Worth Degradation/Internalised Shame, Drug References (Contraceptives in a Coerced Context), Hallucinations/Altered Perception, Mentions of Rape of Another Family Member, CPTSD/Trauma Symptoms, Rain & Cold Exposure (Context of Neglect & Dissociation), Powerlessness & Captivity Themes, Emotional Whiplash, Familial Abuse & Themes of CSA & Emotional Trauma (!!Could Be Distressing!!) - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Losing/Feels So Cold
As soon as you lift your head, you realise he’s grinning again.
Of course he is; it doesn’t surprise you.
He’s always adamant on scaring you; always prided on wanting to see you in pain.
You want to drop your head back down again; want to not give him the pleasure of seeing you broken, the way you feel again, but you know it won’t matter, and he’ll just force you to look up at him anyway.
Otherwise, he’d just make the pain worse, as you sigh, before straining out the word ‘what’ back at him again.
You know it’s probably a dumb move, but you don’t know if you can bring yourself to care anymore.
If he kills you, he kills you, and you can’t bring yourself to not want him to just end things for you, before they could get even worse - before the pain of losing Leighton could intensify anymore than it already had, but of course he always had something else in mind.
He was your monster of a father, after all.
He’d spent his earlier life already beating you and your mum, and sometimes you even thought he raped her, too.
If not once, then twice, or too many more times.
You couldn’t blame her for bailing, but you didn’t know if you could truly forgive her and Aurora for leaving you to be his new ‘plaything’ instead of a daughter either.
The more you think about it, the more you just want to curl up, and just die.
Even if things had been good; even if you’d still been at home with Leighton, you couldn’t bring yourself to think you were, and always would be enough for her.
She had always been perfect, in your eyes, and that was something you just couldn’t bring yourself to see in your own body; your soul.
Maybe he’d broken you too much, by the time you’d found her again.
Maybe it was your own fault, for not getting away from him sooner, or maybe it was just a problem with you.
You couldn’t take it, but when you made to look out of the car window to your right, realising then that the car had stopped moving, your blood ran even colder than it ever really had before.
Home.
You were home again.
Not your true home; not the old house, but the new place he’d got, and suddenly you felt smaller; you felt weak again - way too weak, like he was trying to hold you down; trying to stop you from running from he always said was your only use in this world.
You also blanked, tensing up as soon as you remembered the packet of contraceptives he’d asked you to buy.
No.
You couldn’t do this again.
You really didn’t think you could do this again; you didn’t think you could survive it, or even want to survive it, but you knew he’d make you have to, like he always had to.
“What’s wrong? Did you think I’d just stop using you the only way you were meant to be used?”
He chuckles again; he must have noticed the unmistakable fear on your face; the look that always said you knew what was coming, even when you really - really didn’t want it to; even when you’d thought you’d been good; that you’d done everything he’d asked, and maybe he wouldn’t punish you like that again, and yet here you were.
And there he was; the man meant to apparently be your father, reaching into the plastic bag of shopping as he then holds up the same blue box, and you can’t bring yourself to look; can’t bring yourself to even breathe, or move so much as an inch, hoping maybe you being quiet and not protesting would dissuade him from wanting to hurt you, but it was a stupid thought.
You knew it was.
He never cared, and you knew he never would start caring, either.
You tried not to cry, still not moving, until he slammed his fist down on the back of his seat again, startling you enough to make you almost choke on your own spit, as you jolt, eyes wider and more tearful than they were before as you silently beg him not to do this - to please not do this, daddy, please, just like you used to, when you were younger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even speak, let alone even plead for the mercy you knew you were never going to get from the monster he always had been.
He just laughed again, and you knew.
You knew it was over.
You knew he was going to hurt you, and that - just like before - there would be nothing you could to try and stop him again, especially now that he could shock you; now that he was tracking your every move, and constantly threatening Leighton and Aurora’s lives, as you bow your head, and nod tightly, and you didn’t think you’d ever quite felt this empty inside before.
“Just do it,” you murmur, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, although he does call you ‘boring’ for giving up as easily as you had seemed to, as you follow him inside, and he locks the door behind the both of you again.
You don’t want to think of anything anymore, after that.
Don’t want to think about how you’d cried in the shower; didn’t want to think about the pain you thought you’d never have to feel again.
So you didn’t even try.
Sure, at the darkest of points it invaded your head anyway, and without your meds you were scared maybe the hallucinations were just getting worse; more frequent, and now that he was back and doing everything he used to do to you again, you weren’t even sure of when you were dreaming, and when you were awake anymore.
You just felt - trapped, but he’d always wanted that for you, and he always said that that was what you deserved.
Your mother had said it, too.
You didn’t know if it was out of fear, but you were scared they were right; you didn’t think you could ever be stronger.
Didn’t think you could ever be good enough for anything on the outside again, and you hated yourself for even trying to live a normal life before he’d found you, and started threatening the only people who had ever made you feel like you could be happy, and safe, outside of your cage again.
You hug your knees to your chest, sniffling shakily, but quietly; you don’t want him to know you’ve slipped out briefly for some fresh air, just sitting on the step of the house, as you keep your head low, not wanting to be seen anymore.
Just wanting to disappear, but of course it was never that easy, and - again - you knew you could try and run, but you didn’t see a point anymore.
Besides, Leighton and Aurora deserved to live more than you did; that was what you couldn’t stop thinking, now, alongside the usual other shit that liked to pop up in your head again.
You didn’t even care, when it started raining; you just kept your head down, not wanting to go back inside - not yet - please, not yet, but when you heard a door opening off to your right, you tensed up, curling your shoulders further inwards as you silently begged not to be noticed; as you silently begged for whoever it was to just go back inside; to not even look in your direction.
You didn’t want to get in trouble again, not after he’d already hurt you again tonight, as you hug your knees tighter, and that’s when you hear another voice piercing your ears softly and yet you feel it too sharply against your skin as you wince again.
“Congratulations, you probably have pneumonia sitting out here in the cold like this - well, you know what I mean.”
You can already feel your body beginning to tremble again, as you tentatively lift your head, eyes tight, and jaw tense as you recognise the neighbour from earlier, as her expression softens, and you can see the worry in her eyes.
You can’t explain the way it terrifies you, to think you were being noticed, right when you didn’t want to be, for fear of what he would do to you again, if he found out, as you cautiously made to move, needing to get back inside, and as fast as you could, as she worriedly calls after you, but you can’t stay out there to have someone try and get you away from him; not when Leighton and Aurora were in danger, if things went wrong, as you staggered back inside, and hastily but gently locked and closed the door as you rushed quietly back into the front room so you could curl up in the corner, where he’d demanded you stay when he didn’t need you for anything just yet again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.4k!
Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Distress/Depressive Thoughts, Intrusive Thoughts/Auditory Hallucinations, Trauma Aftermath/Survivor’s Guilt, Allusions to Past Abuse/Controlling Behaviour, Fear of Loss/Separation Anxiety, Nightmares/PTSD Symptoms, Mild Sexual Themes/Emotional Intimacy, Hyper-Vigilance & Dissociation, Low-Self Worth/Internalised Guilt - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Trying/Utmost Importance
It seemed that - the longer the night felt - the worse your lungs burned.
You missed her voice; you missed her eyes meeting your’s.
You missed Angela, even when she was softly sleeping beside you still, but you couldn’t wake her up for the world - not when she looked this peaceful.
God, you couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, and always had been.
Your heart stutters in your chest, as you smile shyly over at her again, as if you thought maybe she’d look over at you when you least expected her to, as you faintly blush, too, and you wish you could just stay here forever, just admiring her, and smiling at her, as you delicately caress her cheek, her skin soft and warm beneath your fingertips.
“I love you,” you whisper - not even having to think about it.
You just say it, because you need her to know; you really need her to know.
She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
She always has been, and you just wish you could try and be better for her; just wish you could try and be less plagued by everything that had come before, so you could focus just on her.
Always her.
“Angela,” you whisper, not to wake her up, but to just savour the way her name feels on your tongue, as you gently connect your forehead to her’s, and even softer kiss the tip of her nose, only stopping when you’re terrified you’re dangerously close to disturbing her peace, as you instead reluctantly avert your gaze, and look back up at the ceiling, listening to her soft breathing pattern, as you let your gaze travel across the stains running above you; the broken bits of plaster; the cracks within each part your gaze falls upon, as you just lie there, and wonder, waiting for the sun to come back out with no danger accompanying at its’ side again.
You guess it doesn’t surprise you, how the pain easily slips back in through the silence, and you’re struggling to breathe again when you’re hearing Clara’s voice again, and you wish it would fade away just like it did the first time.
It was hard enough to cope, knowing what had happened before; you couldn’t take it, and you just wished it would stop; you just wished she could be your main focus, now; Angela, and Angela only, but the pain only deepened, and you only hated yourself for it more, as you tried not to cry; just tried to think about the beautiful woman beside you, as the whispers continued, and before you knew it another one was piercing your eardrums.
‘You look down. This calls for cuddles-!’
It had always been like that, until it hadn’t.
Until everything crashed and burnt.
You couldn’t let yourself ruin things with Angela like you felt like you did with Clara, no matter how much Angela tries to convince you that what happened wasn’t your fault, as you strain out another shaky breath, trying to recompose yourself as best you can, as you carefully shift yourself so that you’re turned back toward her again, and admiring her, just like you were before.
You didn’t know what she saw in you; didn’t know how she could see that there was still life in you, even after everything, but you were grateful.
You were more than grateful - of course you were, and you loved her, more than anything.
And though you knew she didn’t want you to be thinking about things you way you tended to, you were still determined - no matter what - to risk your life for her own safety, every time.
You valued her own life, over your own, and nothing could change that - absolutely nothing.
You still couldn’t believe you could even love this deeply, but here you were, looking at her like she’d given you the entire world, and she didn’t even know it, as she faintly stirred, a soft sound escaping her, prompting your heart to skip a beat, as you wince, and quickly look away again.
Daylight is coming through - it isn’t obvious through the fog, but the atmosphere is lighter, despite still being grey, but you can’t be miserable, not when you have her lying beside you the way she was, then.
It reminded you - breakfast; you wanted to make breakfast for her - really show her how much of a Queen she is to you, as you shyly lean over to gently kiss her cheek, before you’re getting yourself up, and out of the makeshift bed the both of you had put together the night before, as you hastily got up off of the ground, and swiftly made to try and put something nice together - as best you could with the supplies the both of you had found in here and various other places so far lately.
Of which, there were only a few, the fact daunting, but a certain one, as you cursed yourself for not being able to find a way out of this place for her and you to go yet, whether or not you ended up making it with her, in the end, as you try and even quickly make up some tepid coffee with the ground coffee you’d found not too long ago, as you pour the makeshift, and not too shabby looking product into your and her mug, before you’re timidly setting it down on her side of the makeshift bed, as you finish laying out the just about fresh, despite being somewhat dry waffles for the both of you, as you then warily look about her, breath stuttering yet again when you hear her softly yawning behind you, as you gently let your gaze flick back over to her, and hope against hope that what you’d put together would be enough, though you were terrified it wouldn’t be, as you gently ask her if she wants a waffle, or two, and she doesn’t hesitate, smiling brightly and so beautifully back at you again.
You’d do anything, just to go on seeing her smile like that - that was all you knew, now, as you shyly smiled back at her, certain you were blushing already, before you made to carefully pass over a couple of waffles to her as she gratefully accepted them, crouching down beside you, as the both of you ate quietly together, just revelling in being able to be here together, the way you were, now, as the fog continued to roll outside, and blissfully feeling like it was doing so far away from you, as you let your heart softly and blissfully face between each smile, and giggle, wondering what you’d done to deserve her again, but once breakfast was done, the fear and the pain soon returned when you struggled to breathe, and knew that - no matter what, or where you went within this town, destruction could follow, as the both of you reluctantly decided to move toward the next room, never letting go of each other’s hands the whole way as you stepped inside, and you gently closed the door behind you again to stop anything getting in, as the next search began, and you’d never been more scared in your life before.
You stayed close to her, as best as you could, throughout room 206.
It didn’t seem the worst one; didn’t seem horrible since the first second the both of you had stepped in, you just felt - uneasy.
Since room 205, you were terrified of something happening to her.
You didn’t care if anything happened to you, again, just her.
You couldn’t lose her, and you didn’t ever want to see her upset again, the way you did before, as you carefully stepped into the kitchen space, one space left now within the room for the both of you to check, after this one, as you try and search each drawer; try and search each corner for anything you can pick up for her, at least semi-usable, only to find less than the both of you had found so far in the previous rooms you’d been in, obviously the right-side hallway on the first floor wasn’t included so far in such an observation, just yet, as you warily looked toward the last untouched part of the room, before you’re uneasily moving toward it, and Angela is hesitant to follow, gently squeezing your hand, and easing you back from the next door a little.
“W-Wait,” she strains, “please, wait.”
So you do.
Of course you do; you’d do anything for her, no matter what that could mean in the future for the both of you.
Especially here, rather than somewhere safer; brighter, as you gently lean over to softly kiss her right shoulder, before you’re delicately asking if she’s okay, giving her time to ready herself, and yourself more time alongside her, until she’s gently nodding, and timidly looking softly back at you again.
“I - I think I can move, now,” she reassures softly, and you faintly relax, before nodding gently, letting her walk ahead this time as you follow closely at her side; you can’t let anything happen to her, no matter what, and she soon walks with more confidence than she did before, only making your heart beat prouder, as you smile warmly over at her, and she smiles delicately back at you, before she’s reaching for the handle, and carefully easing the next door open.
It was quiet, inside, and not necessarily the threatening kind of quiet - it was more the uncomfortable kind of quiet; the one that always made you feel like you were being watched, without anything else being there in the room to watch you, as you and Angela slowly step inside, eyes scanning the room cautiously, just in case, until you’re both determined enough to deem the atmosphere clear so far of anything threatening, apart from the worryingly low hanging ceiling, as you make sure she doesn’t go anywhere near where it could fall down at the smallest of pressures, as you check each nook and cranny like you did before, just in case, before you’re finally leaving the space again, fresh relief between you, accompanied still by the faintest hint of worry in Angela’s eyes as she looks down the hallway, checking how many rooms they have left down here, and possibly how many they might have on the third floor, if it’s even accessible, as you carefully adjust the supply bag on your back, it feeling at least nicely heavy, rather than too loose on your shoulders, as you gently encourage her back toward room 204, the both of you coining it as something of a ‘safe room’ so far for the both of you to settle down in, as you gently set the bag down inside, and she’s quieter than she was before as she warily approaches you, and you’re worried about what she might suggest next to you.
“You - you okay?”
You gently inquire, as she hesitates, fidgeting with her fingers as she nods tightly, stammering a little, before she’s inching even closer, and your heart is thumping faster than it ever has before.
“Before - before we go back down to the first floor - if - if we do, soon, I-.. can we-.. can we - do - do that thing again?”
You tilt your head partially, trying not to smirk, though you know what she means; you know her too well, now, and by the way she’s blushing you can tell that she knows you do, too, as you gently raise your eyebrows, softly encouraging her evaluate if she wants to, as if you don’t already know what she’s so softly and nervously asking of you here.
“‘That thing?’ What do you mean? Is there something you need to me to-?”
“Don’t tease,” she whines, knowing exactly what you’re doing, and you can’t help, but grin, just little, before you’re shyly inching closer to her yourself.
“I’m not teasing, at all,” you claim, and she grunts softly; playfully, almost exasperatedly, as she warily and softly reaches out for your hands, and you don’t hesitate to give them over to her. “I just wanna know what you want me to do so I can do it - that’s all, Ange - I promise - here, you can even whisper it to me, if you want to? Maybe even write it down somewhere, if I can find you a pen or a pencil to try and-”
“No,” she responds gently, not wanting you to have to try and do something like that for her, as she gently connects her forehead to your’s, and you’re struggling to breathe again as she softly manages to continue with something like - “I-.. I just-.. all I wanted to-.. make love to me, Y/n - could - could we try and - and do that again, before - before we have to go back down there-? I just-.. I’m scared, I-.. I want to feel it again; I want to feel - feel you again - I love you, Y/n, and if I lose you down there, I’m scared I won’t ever even be able to-”
“You’re not going to lose me,” you promise, as softly as you can, and she relaxes, breath stuttering, as she meets your gaze again, and you’re gently caressing her cheek as softly as you possibly can again, the way you do, then. “Never - you - you know that, right? We can fight anything that gets thrown at us; I know we can. We’re strong, as long as we’re together - we’re going to make it through this, no matter what. Here - it’s been a long day - we should probably try and get some sleep, if - if you’re up for-?”
“Wait-”
She manages again, and you falter, shyly glancing back toward her, as she hesitates again, before timidly stepping and leaning closer to quickly kiss you on the cheek, as your heart stutters in your chest, and you can’t help the way you’re softly smiling whilst your face begins to gently and rapidly heat up again.
“O-Okay, now you can go to sleep,” she gently reassures you, and you can’t help, but giggle softly, as you shake your head, before adjusting the cover for her as she curls up beneath it, and beside you, you returning the same soft gesture she’d offered you, as the both of you share your usual nightly routines of ‘goodnight’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ that’ll never get old, as you relax in her arms, and she in your’s, before you’re the first to drop off, when you least expect to be, and painfully as you fail to stay awake for her like you’d intended to, all at the same time, allowing you to be plunged into another heavy nightmare, as you try to escape it, and end up painfully crying in her arms again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2k!
Takes place after the events of the third season!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Childhood Abuse/Themes of Incestuous Abuse (Implied Past Sexual Abuse), Emotional & Verbal & Psychological Abuse, Ongoing Coercive Control/Manipulation, Gaslighting, Physical Abuse/Threats of Physical Harm, Use of Shock Devices (Torture & Electrocution), Sexual Violence (Implied/Coercive Context), Mental Health Struggles (Depression & Suicidal Ideation), Self-Loathing/Guilt/Emotional Distress, Toxic Family Dynamics/Parental Abuse, Threats of Violence Toward Loved Ones, Mentions of Hospitalisation/Injury Recovery, Coerced Isolation/Cutting Off Relationships, Stalking/Surveillance/Tracking - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Gone/Just a Lost Cause
You thought you were going to make it, by the time you made it back to the lobby.
You were so close to the double doors, but - of course - knowing yourself, you had to mess it up.
It was the smallest trip in history - you’d stumbled over your own foot in your panic, without even having a shock to excuse the fall with.
When you did hit the ground however, you felt it.
You were zapped again, before the undercurrent of electricity settled, as you winced, and whimpered faintly, curling up for a brief moment as you begged it to stop; just willed the pain to go away, not sure what else to do, and that was when you heard someone running after you.
It started with Aurora.
“Y/n!? Shit, I - I knew it was you, I - I knew you weren’t dead, I-.. Y/n, c’mere - you’re okay; everything’s okay - Leight’s recovering okay, too - here, let me-”
But you couldn’t let her touch you; you couldn’t let her get any closer to you, because you were terrified of what it would mean.
Not for yourself, but for her, and Leighton.
“Stop,” you strain, struggling on the ground, as you pull yourself further away from her, your heart beating too fast already, and composure worsened by every pair of eyes you can feel on you right now. “Please, A - don’t - don’t get any closer, I-.. I’m not-.. I can’t let you-”
“What do you mean-? Y/n, I’m your sister - Leight’s your soon-to-be wife, we - you know us - we aren’t him; Y/n, we aren’t him-”
“I know you’re not him,” you strain, your voice faintly trembling, as you bow your head, and gravely shake it, vision blurring with another invasion of too hot tears again, “because - because he is outside. I can’t stay, A. Please, let me go. A-And tell Leight to let me go, too.”
It was too quiet, for a moment; you couldn’t take it - neither could you take how Aurora carefully shifted closer again; this was going to be a lot harder than you’d previously thought it might be, even before she said what you heard her say, next.
“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you try telling her yourself, maybe?”
You tense up, a pained expression on your face; you can feel Leighton’s presence, even without seeing her approaching the way she was behind you, steps nervous, and slightly unsteadier than you remembered, as you listened to her footfalls, and you silently begged her please to not let you hear her voice again, knowing what it could easily do to hurt you and in the worst ways again, especially in a situation such as this one.
“Tell me what-? Y/n-”
She relaxes, seeing you so close again, as you falter, hardly able to even breathe anymore, as your chest aches, and your body feels numb; lost in some strange aether or abyss of nothingness, as you shake your head gravely; you can’t do it; you can’t tell Leighton what your father wanted you to tell her.
You just can’t, as you instead just bow your head lower, afraid of them seeing you like this again, as you swallow tightly, and your voice comes out rawer and fainter than you yourself have ever really heard it being before.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, and you can feel the panic already beginning to radiate off of Leighton, as she carefully steps closer, and you hastily move away again, remembering your father’s threat, as you struggle not to let another whimper escape you, just trying to keep yourself together, and failing miserably, as you force yourself to continue, and you’ve never hated yourself more than you do, now. “I can’t stay, Leight - I can’t be here, with either of you, I-.. he-.. he’ll-.. if I don’t-..”
Your voice fails you, as your eyebrows furrow, and you tremble more visibly now; you wonder if you’re even about to have a heart attack, as you struggle to recompose yourself again, whimpering barely audibly, but you can’t give in - you can’t let anything else happen to them, as you try and push yourself up off of the ground, leaning heavily against the wall to your right, as you try not to meet Leighton’s gaze for fear of never being able to escape the pain of seeing her worry and love again as you struggle backwards, their steps still lightly following toward you whenever it looks like you’re about to try and run again.
“Y/n-”
Leighton tries, and you can’t take hearing the pain in her voice, as you shake your head, eyes wide, and lungs feeling like they’re burning, and all you can think is that you have to go; you can’t stay; you just can’t, as you look around you, and the doors have never felt closer than they did, then.
“I can’t stay,” you repeat, barely firmer than you did before, as Leighton falters, and you make the mistake of allowing your gaze to meet her own again.
Your heart feels like it’s cracking in more than one place, the more you explore her eyes like you never have before, as you struggle to even think about anything else, but before you can lose focus, and before you can step closer back toward the only source of hope you had left, you feel another shock being sent through your body, as you faintly cry out from the pain and the shock of it, before you’re staggering back, and you’re reminded of everything you’re not allowed to have or even be near anymore.
Your eyes darken, and your demeanour sinks; you feel even smaller than you did before, but you can’t fight his threat; you can’t fight when you know the only people you’ve ever felt true safety and love with were in danger, and for the sake of your life, over their’s, as little and of no value you believe your life to be, compared to the lives of the people you were sure, and even determined to try and do and fight anything for to protect them, as you look back toward Leighton, and you can almost feel the way your heart shatters when you see that she’s struggling not to cry, and over something as little as you feel yourself to be, as you force your voice back out, it sounding more painfully resolved and certain than it really did before.
“I love you, Leight - I love both of you,” you manage, feeling your hands trembling, “but I can’t let him hurt you, okay? I can’t let it be me, over you. Either of you. I-.. I can’t run; he’s tracking me - I can’t stay, because he’ll kill me, and maybe even you guys, too. I can’t risk anything happening to you, okay? Just - please-.. let me go, okay? Please, let me go. It’s too late for me. It was always-.. besides, I-.. I was-.. I was in the way enough before, right? Before he even-.. I’m not-.. I’m not good for you, Leight. I’m not good for either of you to be around. So-.. so please - don’t let me get in the way anymore. Don’t let me be the reason something bad happens to either of you - not again. Please, Leight - A - please. You’ll forget about me; things’ll be good, without me there - I promise you they will, I-.. you won’t have to remember telling me to take my meds - you won’t have to try and deal with me going into ones of those weird-.. weird break-downs that I have, I just-.. I need you to know I’m sorry. I wasted your time, and I-.. I shouldn’t have even thought that maybe things would be-.. better than they were. That I could be better, or - or normal, or just-.. stronger. But I’m not strong, Leight. I’ve never been strong. I’m grateful for everything the both of you have tried to do for me, but-.. but you can’t keep fighting for me anymore, okay? There’s nothing left for me. Nothing left in me, to-.. to even-.. but if trying to get away from him means I’ll only get you guys hurt again? I’m happy not to even try. So - Leight, please - find - find someone better than me; throw my meds away; I don’t need them, and I don’t want you to have to have them there with you, so-.. and - and A, please don’t start thinking that because he came back, it’s somehow all your-”
“No - Y/n, you’re not doing this,” Leighton manages to strain out again, as you falter, hesitating, before you glance back toward her again, her closer than she was before, as you tense up, and you’re terrified of her being shocked alongside you if she manages to get closer and touch you at the wrong time, as you hastily shake your head, and stagger back another step, feeling that you’re right in front of the door, now. “I’m not letting you just let him win, like that - you can’t just expect us to let him go on hurting you, okay? I love you - Y/n, I fucking love you, okay? I can’t - please - I’ve already lost you once before, I’m not losing you again, I - I know it probably feels like there’s nothing else you can do to stop this, but - but there’s always another way, I-.. I can’t lose you - and knowing that you’d be in pain, too? Why would you just think we’d be okay with letting him hurt you again? Why would you think we’d even just let you go, if-? I’m sorry I’m even saying this, because I know it probably sounds stupid, or just - just over-dramatic or exaggerative, but - but it’s true, Y/n - it’s true - I can’t even breathe thinking about you possibly being gone somewhere we can’t find you, and just knowing that we could lose you, is-.. I can’t-.. just don’t go - please, don’t go - Y/n, please - I can’t just let you try to-”
She’d moved closer again, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away if she moved again, as you took the opportunity, straining out another shaky and pained ‘I’m sorry’ back toward the both of them, as you swiftly turned around as fast as you could, and managed to open the door just in time to be able to avoid either of them making to try and grab you and keep you here with them again, as you swiftly rush down the steps, not daring to look back, and you think you can hear Leighton crying for you again, as you falter, your heart aching even deeper, as you breathe too hard and too fast, vision swimming, before you’re warily looking over your shoulder, and you wished you never decided to even try, in the first place again.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen Leighton crying and struggling like that before; Aurora is holding her back, a pained and worried look on her face, as her gaze flickers from your frame, before it shifts to somewhere behind you, as you tense up, wince, hearing his heavy and taunting footfalls that always remind you of some sick finality to your fate, as your heart drops again, and you’re letting your gaze fall upon Leighton once more, still writhing in your sister’s arms as your face crumples a little, and you’re struggling not to break down again, as you mouth another shaky ‘I’m sorry’ to her and Aurora, before you’re turning around, and he’s already grinning menacingly and victoriously back at you, seeing the pain on your face, as he grips your wrist, tauntingly uttering out something like ‘good time in there, eh?’, as you just let your feet drag as you follow behind him, just hoping against hope that they’ll be okay without you, as you force yourself back into the car, and he partly shoves you inside to make the process faster as he gets in after, and the engine is already beginning to rumble out its begrudging protest as its tires hit the nearby road you’d rather not have to see or deal with again as you close your eyes, and dream of a place you and Leighton can always be free to just live your lives with Aurora trailing with the both of you, as you drift off to sleep, until he’s slamming his fist against the back of his seat, and your blood is easily running painfully cold again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.8k!
Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Trauma & Mental Health References (Implied Past Drug Use & Suicidal Ideation), Parental Abuse References (Verbal & Emotional & Controlling), PTSD-Like Symptoms/Flashback Dialogue, Survivor’s Guilt & Internalised Shame, Mentions of Self-Worth Issues & Fear of Abandonment, Grief Over a Past Relationship, Mentions of Suicidal Sacrifice/Suicidal Ideation to Protect a Loved One - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Light of Day/Process of Change
After the kiss has sadly finished, you can hardly breathe.
Your heart had never thumped this fast before; it terrified you, and yet it thrilled you, all at the same time.
And it was all because of Angela.
You still didn’t understand how you’d got so lucky, finding her, when you did.
“Was - was that okay? Did - did I do it right, again? God, I’m sorry if I didn’t, I - I should’ve just asked if-”
“It was perfect, Ange,” you coo softly, as her breath stutters, and she’s lightly blushing in response to your praise again, “you are perfect.”
Neither of you can help the soft smiles that play on your lips, then, especially when she’s sheepishly smiling back at you, and you can’t help, but just beam at the sight, and seeing her so happy.
She deserved to be happy, and it still hurt to think that her family had always tried to teach her otherwise.
“I love you, Angela - I - I hope you know that,” you whisper, as you lightly brush the pad of your thumb over her cheek again. “But - but there is something important I need to ask you, b-before we do anything or go anywhere, I-.. I just-.. are you sure you want this? With me? ‘Cause there’s no going back, now - well, not for me - I want you to be happy, Ange, and if-.. I-.. I’m just scared, I guess - what if I’m not - not enough, for you? What if I can’t make you happy forever? I want to - I more than want to, I - I just-.. after what happened to Clara, I-.. how can I be sure that - that there isn’t something wrong with me? Angela, how can I be sure that-?”
“What happened to Clara wasn’t your fault, Y/n - your parents, they - they should never have been so-.. but-.. I’m sorry - I’m sorry I’m even - even saying this, I just-.. if I never met you, I-.. there would be nothing for me. I can feel it, so - so I’m glad to have been able to find you the way I did. I’m just-.. I’m just sorry for what got us here, in the first place.”
Your heart sinks, as you nod tightly, carefully shifting so you can curl up just slightly closer to her warmth again.
“Do you think maybe - maybe if things were better, we’d-.. we’d somehow still-?”
Angela hesitates, a pained expression on her face, but you couldn’t ignore the soft hope resting in those beautiful eyes you knew so well, now.
Your heart stutters in your chest, as you tilt your head partially, curious, and so, so hopeful that maybe she believes that - no matter where the both of you might have started off - you’d always come together in the end, as she gently buries the fingers of her free hand in your hair, before managing to coax her voice back out to whisper something gentle and sweet like-
“I guess there’s nothing to say we wouldn’t meet under better circumstances, either,” she muses, and you forget to breathe, just admiring her in the soft light of the room; you didn’t think you’d ever really realised it before, but she was everything you’d ever dreamt about.
Even when you felt like there were no dreams left to be had anymore, the way you did so often as a kid.
Or just younger than you were, now, but even when you were quite a bit smaller things still felt off; down, like you didn’t believe in the place you lived.
Not with them - especially not with them.
You timidly shift your own free hand, moving slowly as to avoid startling her again, as you gently lace your fingers with her own, and she smiles gently up at the ceiling, softly squeezing your hand again.
“I don’t think me and Clara would have worked,” you admit, your voice close to a whisper, as her breath softly catches, “I know I came here searching for her; I know I did have feelings for her, but-.. she-.. things weren’t always-.. I don’t think we would have lasted, even if my parents weren’t so strict about everything I can, and can’t do - hence, be in love with another girl; they definitely didn’t want anything like that for me.”
You sigh, turning your own gaze reluctantly to the ceiling above the both of you, as she listens softly; patiently, chest rising and falling slowly alongside your own.
“I wouldn’t have taken those drugs if-.. but I had to. I didn’t want to fail them, and I don’t even know why I cared so much, I just-.. I was sick of them ignoring me; I was - I was sick of just being some disappointment to them. L-Like - like I was just-.. so-.. y-yeah - when I - when I started getting sloppy in the team, I guess-.. I guess I just-.. used a little. But even that wasn’t enough, so-.. and then there was everything that happened with Clara, and I-.. I guess I just-.. I’m sorry, I - I’m rambling, I - I shouldn’t have even thought about it like I did, I - why didn’t I just-?”
“N-No, it’s okay - I like listening to you, Y/n - you don’t have to stop, I promise - do you want to-?”
“I - I’m not sure,” you manage, shrugging tightly, as your eyebrows furrow, and your eyes darken a little, “I-.. I just - that was - that was pretty much all of what I had to say, I guess. Nothing else really exciting, not that it’s an exciting story anyway, I - I just wish I could-”
“For the record, I think learning about you is exciting, to me,” she coos softly, and your breath stutters again, as you timidly look back at her, smiling gently, and something about how bright her eyes are just makes your heart beat even faster than it did before, as you try not to glance back down at her lips again, not wanting to overwhelm her with anything like you were terrified you easily could again.
“Is that so? Well, I’ve always thought that learning about you is a pretty addictive thing to do, too,” you remark timidly, voice threatening to tremble, but you managed to hold it together just enough, as she giggled softly, finding the way you already looked so flustered adorable, and in the best of ways.
“I never thought I could feel like this,” she admits, softly, after a brief silence passes lovingly and wonderingly between the two of you. “Not when-.. sorry - I’m sorry,” she murmurs gravely, as she tensely shakes her head, wondering why she even had thought about what happened before again, as she gently connects her forehead to your’s, before carefully and gently managing to coax her voice back out and softly as she can again, “I just-.. he’s gone; they’re gone - I know they’re gone, I just-.. they-.. my head - I can’t - I can’t get them out, and I-.. I want to - Y/n, I want to, I-.. but I can’t-.. I don’t know how, I-.. I know it’s not been long since I started trying, but - it - it somehow feels - longer-? Like - like I’ve been trying to find a way out for years, and I-.. I still haven’t found mama, but-.. now that I’ve found you, I-.. I almost feel like-.. like I-.. like I’m not as stuck as I was before. I just-.. I need them to leave; I need them to stop talking to me, I-.. otherwise, I - I’m scared, Y/n - if they - if they did something to you, I - I don’t know if I’d ever be able to try and even go on anymore, Y/n, I-”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me, Ange; nothing’s going to happen to us - I promise; we’re safe - well - kinda safe, as long as we make the right words toward wherever we have to go. We entered Silent Hill just fine - we can leave; I know we can leave just fine, too, and even if it takes however long it might take, I-.. I won’t stop loving you; loving us, and that means I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay? Never. I love you, Angela Orosco - I’ve always loved you, okay? If I had to die for you, even, to get you somewhere safe; to find somewhere you can be happy, I - I don’t think I’d even hesitate to try to-”
“No,” she strains, a hurt look on her face again, as she gently cups your cheeks, and your breath stutters as you melt into her warmth, forgetting how to breathe so easily again with your gaze locking on her own, and your heart thumping wilder than it really did before, “Y/n, don’t - please, don’t - you’re not dying, okay? I can’t let you die, I-.. I can’t live without you, I-.. please - don’t even think about trying to get yourself killed for me - just don’t, I-.. together - either - either we need to get out of this together, or we die together, Y/n - please, don’t ever say that you’re ready to-”
“Okay,” you whisper gently, and she relaxes, a shaky breath escaping her again as she blinks fast, trying to keep the invading tears back, as you gently lift your free hand up to one of her’s again, as her forehead brushes against your’s once more, the both of you wanting to be as close as you can be, as you make to continue, and she struggles to breathe regularly for a softly aching moment again, “I won’t - I promise I won’t. I-.. together - we’ll get out of this together, okay? I know we will, one step at a time. Even if we have to take baby steps all the way to wherever we need to go, alright? We’re getting out of here together; hand in hand, just like this, right? You and me; nobody can stop us - we’re too strong for them, as long as we’re together, and fighting for each other - you - you know that, right?”
Angela tries to speak, but her voice fails her, as a faint whimper escapes her throat instead, but she can’t let your question just hang in the air, as she gently clears her throat, and nods, wanting always for you to know that she trusted you, more than she’d ever really trusted anyone before, as you expressed relief, and smiled softly, glad, as you whispered a gentle ‘good’, only then noticing how tired she really looked right now.
Your heart sinks, as you worry maybe you’ve kept her up too long, already, and you can’t let her go on and do anything without trying to get some sleep back first - not when there might still be danger waiting outside the room for the both of you again, as you gently encourage her to get some rest again, and she reluctantly agrees, before slowly letting her eyelids flutter softly shut again, but you yourself can’t bring yourself to let your guard down, as you stay awake beside her, and quietly and as gently as you can pass the time by softly and subconsciously connecting her faint and barely there freckles as you admire everything about her, and wonder again if you’re somehow falling even deeper for her than you ever really had before again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.2k!
Takes place after the events of the third season!
Hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Childhood Abuse/Themes of Incestuous Abuse (Implied Past Sexual Abuse), Emotional & Verbal & Psychological Abuse, Ongoing Coercive Control/Manipulation, Gaslighting, Physical Abuse/Threats of Physical Harm, Use of Shock Devices (Torture & Electrocution), Sexual Violence (Implied/Coercive Context), Mental Health Struggles (Depression & Suicidal Ideation), Self-Loathing/Guilt/Emotional Distress, Toxic Family Dynamics/Parental Abuse, Threats of Violence Toward Loved Ones, Mentions of Hospitalisation/Injury Recovery, Coerced Isolation/Cutting Off Relationships, Stalking/Surveillance/Tracking - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
The Final Loose End/Always Losing
The restaurant wasn’t the hardest thing in the world to cut off, but it hurt more than you could say anyway.
You’d been working there for ages - or what felt like ages, now, and to just give it up?
To just give your skills as a hopeful chef up?
It made you feel weaker than you thought you ever could before.
Eva was nice about it, albeit worried; she’d said it herself - she just hadn’t been expecting it, and you weren’t surprised to hear that she’d heard about something happening down at your apartment, or down that road, and that only worried you even more than telling her about your needing to quit did.
You didn’t spend as much time down there as you thought you might, either; you could see Eva and the others were busy, and you didn’t want to get in the way, so you just - didn’t.
Besides, you knew the monster (your father) would just get angrier if you stayed too long, so when you’d said everything you’d needed to say, and thanked Eva for being so good to you, you made to leave, until she briefly and carefully stopped you at the door again.
You’d tensed up, as soon as you felt her gently catching your arm, before you warily looked back at her, and your blood ran cold when you noticed the still worried and slightly even suspicious and concerned look on her face, the way it was, then.
“You’re sure you’re okay, before you go? Everything’s good with the you and Leighton side of things, I hope?”
Your heart sinks, just hearing her name again, but you know you can’t get distracted - not that easily, as you nod tightly, and try and coax your voice back out as best as you possibly can again.
“Y-Yeah - yeah, of course things are fine, we just-.. we’re just-.. a break - we’re on a break,” you murmur, as Eva’s expression softens lightly, only making the air sting more around you, as you bow your head slightly, and shuffle awkwardly in place as she gently pats your shoulder, and you don’t know what you’re going to do without having this place to come back to.
“Well, I wish you both all the best, okay? You’ll do well together; I know you will - say ‘hi’ for me, won’t you? And one for Aurora, too - why not? If you ever decide you want to come back, we’re here, no matter what - even if it’s just for a chat, and nothing else - I’ll find time for you, okay? Just let us know if you want a chat, or your job back, alright? You’re a good worker, Y/n - and the best damn chef I think I’ve ever had working beside me, so - I’ll make the process a lot easier for you if the time comes, alright? Does that sound good, or-?”
You don’t hesitate; you don’t want to trouble her anymore, nodding hastily, as she relaxes slightly, but she’s still sad to see you go, as she gently squeezes your shoulder, before gently bidding a soft ‘see you around’ to you, as you return the gesture, and she’s reluctantly parting from your side to return to the kitchen space, as you try not to sigh, just wanting to get out; to leave quietly, as if you’re feeling that your presence is just something that ruins all things again, like you used to, as you walk back out onto the street, vision blurry with the tears deciding to invade your eyes anew as you drag yourself back toward his car, digging your nails into your palm before you’re getting back into the seat behind his, as he sneers again, and you can’t bring yourself to even acknowledge him as you keep your head low, just wishing you can go back and tell Eva that you’ve changed your mind before it can get to being too painfully late again.
Except he’s already starting the car again; already pulling it out of the space he’d got, as your heart sank further, and you wondered if you’d ever see the restaurant, Eva, or the others workers you’d got to know there albeit distantly as you watched it all go by, until you couldn’t see it anymore, as you huffed out a weak puff of air, it shaking faintly as it leaves your lips, before you’re bowing your head, and he’s just laughing again.
“Looks like you hated that port of call, too, huh? You’re pathetic, Y/n - I don’t know why I ever expected you to be different when I found you again - well, it doesn’t matter; at least I still have you, and can have my fun with you again. You’re gonna hate everything I do to you. I promise you you will. But do you know what you’re going to hate even more? Look around you, just a little. Maybe you’ll remember where I’m taking you next, soon.”
You falter, your breath sharply catching as you remember his previous words.
The hospital.
He’s taking you to the hospital.
And you’ve never felt more broken in your life before.
You felt almost - colder, and emptier, than you did the whole way there, but seeing the local hospital stood before you the way it was, now?
It felt like a blade stabbing between your ribs again.
Leight was in there.
You didn’t need to look to know she was still there.
Besides, you knew he had probably been snooping about the place just to make sure she was, otherwise he wouldn’t bother bringing you here.
Not for anything.
Not even for treatment anywhere you might need it, if you ever will again like you didn’t doubt you might at some point.
Your only hope now was that if anything did happen to you, maybe he would just kill you, rather than have you live through it, but - at the same time - you knew that wouldn’t be ‘fun’ enough for his sick and twisted urges, the way that they were and always had been, and seemed to still be, given he was still dragging you around like some lost play-thing.
You’re frozen, for a little while, heart pounding too fast in your chest, as you stare at the building waiting there for you, not sure what to do; you want to move toward it, but you’re terrified of what might happen if you go inside; if Leighton or even Aurora sees you, if the both of them are in there together still.
You try not to whimper; try not to break down again, not wanting to make things worse; not wanting to anger him, for fear of what he’d do; for fear of how he could make things hurt again even more than they did before, as you grimace down at your hands, and he’s growing more impatient by the minute and each second after that time-mark again.
“Get out of the car. We’re not going back home, until this is done.”
“Until what’s done-?”
You ask, voice trembling, and barely there still, as he raises his eyebrows, a sick grin on his already more twisted face again, as he looks back at you, and you wished he’d stop looking at you like a predator would its’ prey again.
“What do you think? There’s one more loose end you need to get rid of, remember? One more, and then I’ll know you can’t get away from me again, not that you can now anyway; I’ve made sure of that pretty easily, but you know what I mean, Y/n. Get yourself detached from whoever the hell that freak is in there, and then you won’t have to feel anything anymore, just me. Just what I’m going to do to you again, do you understand me? If you don’t choose me; if you don’t give yourself up, then I guess I’ll just have to press just one button, and end you for good. Right in front of that bitch who took you from me, too. Maybe even Aurora, if you’re lucky enough to find her in there with her. I’m not asking for much. Just do what your told; be a good little girl again, and maybe I’ll consider making what I’m gonna do hurt less soon, but if you disobey me? You’re gonna wish you were never even born in the first place, are we clear? I said - are we clear?”
You knew you shouldn’t argue; knew there would be no point in even trying, anyway, so you just nodded tightly, murmured a faint, dejected, strained, and disorientated ‘yes, daddy’, like you were a kid again, as you kept your head low, fingers trembling, as small tears began to trail down your cheeks again, as a shaky and twisted wisp of breath escapes him, before he chuckles lowly, like he knows he’s winning against you again, as you tried not to whimper; tried not to say a word, or even move, nor did you dare even breathe, as he glared at you through the line of mirror to his left as you wait for him to continue, and he eventually coaxes his voice back out to continue more determinedly and gravelly with something else painfully commanding like-
“Good, then get out of my fucking car, and get the last end out the window, alright? I’m gonna make sure you got everything I asked you to get from that shop earlier whilst you’re in there; seems like it might take time enough - well? Are you gonna move, or-?”
You wince, before hastily making to open the door again, as you hastily slip out of the car, needing desperately to just not make him angry - not again, as you close the door behind you, slip your hands into your pockets as deep as you can, as you walk toward the building, and you can still feel his twisted and hungry gaze on you; it terrifies you, to say the least, but you don’t know what else to do, now.
You’re terrified there’s nothing left for you - not anymore, and you guessed part of you had always been scared that maybe this day would come again.
You couldn’t let Leighton and Aurora get hurt by him again; you just couldn’t.
Whenever you’d painfully considered a possibility like this happening, it had always come down to you being determined to protect them, and here you were, desperate to keep them safe from your father, no matter what you feared him trying to do to you again, as you went up to the reception desk, and asked to see Leighton Murray, your heart aching painfully all the way as the nurse led you toward the room she was staying in still, but apparently not for much longer, as you moved toward the room, and your heart stopped dead when you located the right one, and could already feel her presence to the right of you as you slightly turn your head toward the window beside you, blinds not fully closed, as you manage to partially peek through them, just about, without having to move, as your breath stutters, and you can’t take the pain you can already see on Leighton’s face again.
You can hardly think; hardly breathe, seeing her so close again; you miss everything about her; miss holding her; miss kissing her; miss her smile - everything about her was what made you want to go on breathing, and now that you felt like you’d lost that?
Lost her?
You felt even more like a corpse than you ever had before.
Your heart sinks, and you’re already thinking of just walking back out; of telling him that you’d done it; that you’d cut off the last loose end even when you hadn’t.
You hated yourself, more than you ever really had before.
You couldn’t bring yourself to even think that there was a point in even trying to go on anymore.
And that was when you noticed Aurora in the room, too.
It looked like she was saying something, but you couldn’t hear the words; couldn’t hear her voice, but you could tell by the look on Leighton’s face that it wasn’t something she agreed with, or truly believed; she looked like she was hating herself, too, and you couldn’t take even thinking about that; couldn’t take even thinking that maybe Leight was blaming herself for what happened to you, as you struggled to just stay where you were; struggled to stay quiet, so of course you had to mess things up by almost tripping up on yourself when you felt another of those controlled shocks, faint, but painful nonetheless as you tried to recompose yourself again, but it was too late.
When you looked back through the half-open blinds, you’d already been noticed; Aurora was looking directly at you, eyes wide, and lips trembling, and Leighton hadn’t noticed yet, her head low, but you knew you couldn’t stick around to find out what the both of them might say or do to keep you with them, as you swiftly turn on your heel, and make to run away before you can get the both of them into anymore trouble or another pit of an endless personal hell and dark, heavy and possibly even fatal pit of pain and regret again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, shortly, as well posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.1k!
Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Medical Distress & Fever, Emotional Vulnerability/Breakdown, Apologies Rooted in Survivors’ Guilt & Trauma Responses, Panic Response & Residual Fear from Prior Trauma, Allusions to Past Substance Use/Addiction, Mentions of Needles (Implied Drug Use & Past Addiction), Fear of Abandonment/Self-Worth Struggles, Tender Romantic Intimacy (Non-Explicit), Emotional Co-Dependence Themes - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Not Alone/Never Get Torn Away
“Y/n-? Wake up - Y/n, please wake up-”
Your eyelids strain open, at the faintest bit of the sound of Angela’s voice.
It’s the best thing you’ve ever really heard before; that’s all you know, now, as you try and blink; try and clear your vision; try not to let yourself get overwhelmed by the little light in the room.
You groan, as you fail, and let your eyes half-close again, ears still ringing.
“Y/n-? It’s me - Y/n, it’s me, please - wake up - please don’t do this - please, just - just say something; please just say something, and - and I’ll know that you’re still here with me - please-!”
Your heart sinks, at the pain in her voice; you weren’t sure why, but you didn’t think she’d be begging you to stay with her; begging you to wake up, and stay; to please stay, as you manage to tilt your head back slightly more into her warmth, a faint sound escaping you as you try and speak, failing the first time, but you aren’t a quitter; not with her beside you, as you try again, and you manage at least part of something decently easy to make out-
“Here - I’m - here,” you strain, and you can feel the way she relaxes against you, soothing you, as a stutter of breath faintly escapes her, and she’s gently and as carefully as she can cupping your forehead again.
“I think - I think the fever’s going down,” she muses, “your head’s not so hot anymore-”
You faintly pout, though you know what she means, but still you can’t resist to be as playful as you can, whenever you can for her.
“Then whose head is hotter than mine? Ange, have you been-”
“Oh, you’re jealous of some non-existent being, or thing, now? You know what? Forget what I just said about the fever; the disorientation’s still there.”
She was learning from your teasing habits a lot faster than you thought she would, but then again, she’d always been like that, since you’d first met her; she was a bundle of surprises, and the best thing that had ever happened to you.
Your heart stutters, as you find you can’t bring yourself to speak again, perhaps staring up at her at lot longer than you should, until you realise she’s timidly and no less playfully looking back at you, as you appear flustered, swallow tightly, before hastily looking away as you feel your face beginning to heat up even more somehow, even before she’s carefully leaning down to delicately press the softest kiss to your still partially sweaty, but drying temple again.
It warms something in you; melts it, actually, as your demeanour relaxes almost fully against her, this time, and your eyelids are fluttering shut, as though you feel like you’ve won the world, and more, just by being with here with her, the way you are, now.
But there’s so much you still want to say; so much you still feel like you can’t forgive yourself for, and what happened earlier was definitely the first thing you couldn’t stop thinking about.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice lightly trembling, even before you realise the words are escaping your lips, the way that they just did, as Angela falters in place, eyebrows softly furrowing again.
“You’re - sorry?”
She muses, worried, as you sigh softly, before nodding tightly again, as your jaw tenses, and you’re almost terrified of what you’re going to try and say next; terrified that maybe instead of conveying the words you want to convey, something else will come out entirely, as you try softly again to speak, timidly and gently whispering something truthful and nervous like-
“I’m - I’m sorry - for a lot of things, actually,” you manage, as Angela then raises her eyebrows, just slightly more curious as to what you might have in mind, this time.
“Name one of them; I’ll be able to help you with it, maybe,” she suggests, gently, and you tense up again, your breath lightly stuttering, as you nod; you can’t turn down her offering, afraid of only making things worse again, and terrified of losing her, as you make to try and speak, your voice there, but barely audible.
“Earlier. I’m sorry - for what happened earlier; that’s one thing. I just-.. I didn’t know that - that those creatures would be able to-.. I guess I should have, but-.. yeah - I’m sorry, if I scared you, before. I guess I just - I went into panic mode, and it all just got crazy, and I - I wanted to get you out of there; I wanted to keep them away from you, but they just kept coming; there were too many of them, and I don’t even know how they were all just-”
Your voice failed you, and you forgot how to breathe, when you heard the softest, most beautiful sound you thought you’d ever heard before, except - at the same time - you were worried, and yet softly giddy, as you tried to stop yourself from chuckling when you noticed her yawning like she’d been trying to fight it back, and couldn’t, at the same time.
“I’m sorry if I’m boring you, or keeping you up, too; that’s a new one,” you softly tease again, as Angela gently scoffs, but the glint never leaves her beautiful brown eyes, as she gently eases you closer, and manages to grin in the way that always left you stunned and breathless again, before she manages to speak, and you’re struggling to focus on anything, but her again, as she gently replies with something like-
“Oh, please - as if you could ever bore me; seriously, go on - I’m right here with you,” she encourages, as you raise your eyebrows, skeptical, and still playfully so, as you shrug nonchalantly, before making to continue, only to be softly interrupted by the gentlest sound of makeshift snoring again.
You can’t help it this time, as you giggle softly, so utterly amazed by her; by everything about her, as you carefully shift yourself so that you’re facing her again, as you gently caress her cheek, and she’s beaming as she lets her eyelids flutter open as she melts into your warmth, and all you can think about is the way your heart is pounding against your ribs, and how close her lips are to your own now.
Your breath stutters, as you try not to let your gaze drift down to them.
You’re terrified, knowing that if you make the wrong move, you could still lose her, but the way she was looking at you, too?
You were hopeless to hold yourself back in that moment; you just didn’t expect her to be leaning forward too when you did the same, as your lips lightly brushed again, and you’d never felt so high without actually having a needle stuck in your arm again like you often did all those often painful and blurry times before now.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.8k!
Takes place after the events of the third season!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Childhood Sexual Abuse (CSA - Theme Implied), Incestuous Abuse (Theme - Implied), Physical Abuse & Violence, Torture/Coercion, Sexual Coercion/Assault Themes, Gaslighting/Manipulation, Emotional/Verbal Abuse, Captivity/Kidnapping, Psychological Trauma/PTSD Flashbacks, Self-Hate/Suicidal Ideation, Powerlessness/Loss of Agency, Toxic Ex-Relationship Confrontation, Public Humiliation & Emotional Breakdown, Mentions of Loved Ones Injured & Hospitalised - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
The Open Road/Loss of Loose Ends
You didn’t think you’d ever feel this empty again, but you did.
Of course you did.
You didn’t know if you’d ever see Leighton again; didn’t know if you’d ever see Aurora again.
There was nothing left.
It felt like there was nothing left.
Your fingers trembled, as he drove you to the next port of call, and then the next, muttering and grunting as he did.
“Why - why are you even bothering to drive me, if you don’t want to? It’s not like I’m going to run off when-.. when you’ve-.. I saw what you did to Leight; I saw you shoot her; I know you-.. you’d probably hurt her again, if I-.. just - please, let me do things by myself, okay? Dad, please-”
“I’ll know when to let you off the tight leash myself, so shut up, or I’ll close that mouth for you,” he spits, and you falter, trying not to whimper again as you bow your head, fingers trembling, before nodding tightly again.
After everything he’d already done to you, you knew better than to argue, no matter how much you wanted to at least be able to be by yourself, for a little while.
You can’t even bring yourself to want to look out the window of the car; it used to be a nice distraction to have, when you were younger; when he was still doing those things to you; you could picture yourself in a better place, away from the pain, but now?
That was gone, too.
Instead, you let the tears run, the liquid still stinging your skin lightly after he’d shocked you the way he did, but you didn’t care; you even hoped one day he’d kill you with that remote he has; a life without Leighton didn’t feel like a life at all, and you didn’t know how much you could take anymore; you were already cracking from the inside out, and you knew you’d break soon, if you weren’t careful, as you tried to stifle each painful sob that fought to escape you, until he’d pulled up outside of some local joint, idling the engine as he looked back at you, and you fought to keep your gaze low, not wanting to get into any trouble again; not wanting to make him mad, but of course he was mad anyway, as he demanded you lift your head, prompting you to flinch a little as he even made to grab your chin, until you hastily lifted your gaze, and he chuckled lowly again, like he knew he was still winning against you, even after everything that had been building you back up again, the way Leighton had; the way Aurora had, as you tried not to scowl, knowing that would only make him angrier, as you just tried to stay the way you were, as he sneered, before taking out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, as he holds it out for you, and growls out the words ‘take it’ - ones you know too well - as you tense up again, breath catching, and hands trembling, as you faintly shake your head, your blood running cold again.
For a moment, you’re not seeing yourself in his car anymore; you’re seeing yourself in his and your mum’s bedroom, as you struggle to breathe; struggle to even move anymore, remembering too much; remembering how he’d tell you to get on the bed; remembering how he’d tell you you were good for nothing, but what he did to you, as you tried not to whimper, just wanting to get out; needing to get out, and to get away from him before he could hurt you again; before he could do all those things he did again, as you tried to move; tried to breathe, until suddenly he was slamming his fist against the shoulder of the passenger seat of his car, prompting you to jolt, as a faint whimper escapes you again, as you’re forced back into the present, and he’s - more impatiently and frustratedly hissing out the words ‘take it-!’ again, as you try not to spiral back into panic mode; back into another memory, as you hastily accept the messy bit of paper, as he chuckles coldly again, before cruelly and lowly coaxing his more growl of a voice back out; it was more cold and gravelly than you really remembered it being by now somehow, as you begrudgingly listened, fingers trembling around the page still resting unwelcome in your hands now.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve had to tell you this already, but you always seem to know how to make things more frustrating than they need to be - get out of the fucking car,” he hisses, as you jolt faintly again, keeping your gaze stuck firmly upon your lap, as he grunts impatiently again, before continuing, and rougher this time, “I gave you the list of what I need - I know you’ve still got money on you, so you can pay for my shit until you’ve got nothin’ left - you understand me? Are you even listening to me? I said - get the fuck out of my car, and get my shit, or you’ll regret it when we get back home - oh, and don’t forget-”, as you finally bring yourself to open the car door to your right again - “I’m watching you - if I think for one fucking second that you’re doing something in there that isn’t what I told you to do, I’ll be coming for you, so you better keep yourself moving, or else. Are we clear on all that? Huh? Do I need to explain again? How dense can you still be, huh? Answer me-!”
You flinch again, just slightly, as you grit your teeth, unable to stop it, as you tightly nod your head, straining out a barely audible ‘I understand; I heard you - can I just go and get started now-?’, as he sneeringly chuckles again, and you want nothing, but to run, as he nods his head, and continues, as if this is all just one big game to him-
“Alright, alright - you’re free to get moving, just make it quick - the clock is ticking, Y/n; remember what I told you about straying too far off the path; there’ll be consequences, and I don’t think you’ll like them very much.”
You don’t want to have to acknowledge his threat again, already walking toward the double doors of the store he’d driven you to; you felt like you should have noticed the sign; felt like you should have at least acknowledged what you could be in danger of, but you were desperate just to avoid two things; having him hurt Leighton or Aurora again, or the both of them, and having him trying to do all those things he used to do to you.
Part of you was terrified he’d try, anyway; it was just something he seemed to make a routine out of, as he broke you down more and more, and somehow got some sick pleasure out of doing so, as you just keep your head down, and walk inside the establishment - no, you couldn’t give him a reason that shouldn’t exist at all to try and hurt you like that again, as you hesitantly reach for a basket, not just because you thought maybe you might need one for whatever the hell he’d asked for, but for the comfort it might give you just to hold it, and think of home again; your regular shopping trips with Leighton walking beside you, and lightly squeezing your hand when people around you felt like they were too close, when they were just passing by, as you tried to keep your composure, and even tried occasionally to make Leighton laugh again.
Except - whenever you thought you saw something funny, or had thought of something funny you wanted to tell her - she wasn’t there to hear what you wanted to say anymore.
Neither was she there when you felt your heart beating too fast and too deep in your chest, as you keep thinking you feel too many eyes on you, as you try not to hug yourself again, instead trying desperately to think of the list he’d given you, as you look around first for the six-pack of beer bottles he’d told you to get, as you picked up a couple of them, given he’d instructed you to do so, before you carefully set them down into the basket, as you looked down at the next item - a couple of general things; toilet paper, and microwaveable meals, as you pick up those, too, only faltering when you notice the last item.
You don’t even want to think up the word; don’t want to acknowledge it, but you’re terrified of what he’d do if you showed up without what he’d asked you to get for him, as you swallowed tightly, and tears began to easily cloud your vision, as you shake your head tightly, hoping maybe it’s not something he wants involving you again, as you pick up a box of the contraceptives or blockers, really not wanting to acknowledge their real name, as you drop them into the basket, half wanting to tear up the list, and half too terrified to even try, as instead tuck the list away into your coat pocket, as you remember him saying he’d left you your money, as you searched your clothing for that until you finally found the notes you had left, your card nowhere to be seen, as you sigh faintly, but try and hide the frustration away for fear of doing something wrong again, as you instead approach the first queue you see for the tills, following behind each person waiting before you, until you’re getting your money ready again, head down, when you hear a too familiar voice, and your blood runs cold again.
“Y/n-?”
You tense up, almost in an instant, before you’re looking up at the till to find Harper - your unofficial ex-girlfriend, or beneficial friend, as you both had partially been before as you try not to wince, and instead try and smile faintly as you clear your throat, trying to coax your voice back out as best as you can again.
“Oh - h-hey, Harp; I - I forgot you were working here, now - have things been okay?”
Harper hesitates, eyebrows furrowing, as she reluctantly makes to speak again, managing something faint like-
“Define ‘been okay’?”
You wince, trying not to jolt when you feel the smallest shock running through your limbs again; you weren’t moving enough, and it terrified you to think that he could be able to determine something like that, as you force yourself to shrug tightly, stammering a little as you lift the basket onto the till’s surface, as she begins to take out item by item again.
“Y’know, just - the job - is - is it going well-? Are - are you okay?”
Harper scoffs softly, as you try not to shake again, as if you’re already just waiting for him to shock you again, like you knew he would soon, if you didn’t try and get moving as fast as you could again.
“I didn’t think you’d even care about what I’m doing right now; not since that Leighton girl showed up the way she did. How’s that going, by the way? It can’t be going good by the looks of the stuff you’ve got in this basket, I mean - twelve beer bottles; microwaveable food - what, have you given up being a chef just because you’re with her, now? And what’s with the condoms in there, too? Is she bad to the point that you’re thinking about going out with a guy, or-? I could have been better for you, Y/n - why didn’t you ever want to go out with me, instead? Why did we always have to hide away, all the time? Why - why did you never say that we were partners; that we were-”
“Harp,” you warn gently, your voice threatening to tremble, as you lightly grip onto the edge of the till, feeling another shock running through you again, “please-”
“No - why don’t you ever want to talk about these things? Y/n, why can’t we just try? Why can’t we just talk without fighting, and - and see how things work out for us? Why can’t you please just let me try and be good for you again-? Please, Y/n-”
Another shock, and you’re struggling to stay standing, trying not to whimper again, until you can’t take it anymore; until you can’t hide the pain; the frustration, as she tries to continue, and you’re already struggling not to snap again, as she begins, and you can’t stay quiet or try and continue being polite or considerate of your surroundings anymore.
“Just tell me why, and I’ll let you go - why don’t you want to try and start over with being at least my half-girlfriend, half just friend, anymore? Y/n, why can’t you just-”
“Because I hate you, okay? That’s why I can’t, Harp, please, just-..”
As your voice cracks, and it’s so hard not to cry, a stray tear slipping down your cheek, as you keep your head low, wondering if your body is lightly and visibly trembling like it feels like it is now, as she falters in place, and you don’t think you’ve ever hated yourself more than you really did, now.
“Harp,” you try again, though you’re not sure what to say anymore; not sure what else you can do to keep her away; to keep her safe, too, from your monster of a father, as you sigh shakily, another shock coming in. “Harp, please, I don’t think I can-”
“You don’t mean that; you don’t hate me - Y/n, you can’t just-”
“Well, right - right now, I do, okay? More - more than anything in the world, I-.. Harp, I can’t stay here-”
“Just - wait - please, okay? Are you - are you saying that - that you mean that you hate me more than the ‘I love you’s’ you shared with me? Those, too?”
Your heart sinks, and you don’t know what to do; don’t know what to even say anymore, as you hesitate a moment, but you can’t bring yourself to lie that deeply to her, even after everything that had happened before following the break-up the both of you had had together.
“You’re playing unfair, Harp - you can’t just-”
“If it was true, you’d been saying yes, you do hate me more than even them, so - do you, or don’t you? Y/n, please just-”
You can’t let this go on any longer than it has, as you allow another faintly shaky breath to escape you again, as you nod tightly, before managing to coax out another two words to the best of your painful ability again.
“I do.”
And nothing more was said, after that.
Harper was stunned into silence, and you felt lost again; you felt like you were losing people, one by one.
And maybe that was partly what he wanted to do to you, as she rung up the items, and you paid the bill expected, before taking up the items in the plastic bag she’d offered, as you bid her a soft and general ‘thank you’, before walking toward the doors again, feeling her eyes on you, and just hoping more than anything that now you’d let her go, she would be safe from your father’s grasp, as you return to his car, and he grins at the pain blatantly residing on your face again.
“Ouch, that looks like it’s gonna hurt tomorrow,” he utters, and you can’t bring yourself to even bother trying to speak anymore, as you keep your head low, and he switches the engine on again. “I wonder how much worse it will look, after you quit your job, and I take you to visit another little friend of your’s, huh? We won’t bother with Aurora; there’s no point; she’ll only try and get in the way, but if she’s at the hospital with your little fiancée, just know one thing. I can easily shock you enough to kill you, if you try anything up there. Think about what that’ll do to your little friends, too - poor little Y/n, finally being put back into her place, where she belongs, too. It’ll give me time to make sure you’ve got everything I asked you to get, anyway, whilst you’re busy cutting off any loose ends, huh? Anyway, that’s enough talking to myself; you’re probably not listening again anyway, being the little disrespectful brat that you are - alright, next stop? That stupid little restaurant, and after that? I’m really going to make sure things hurt, by the time we’re heading back home again; I hope you’re ready - it’s gonna be one hell of a ride out again.”
You scowl down at your trembling hands, vision blurrier than it was before, as you will him to just drive already, wanting him to get on with it, as he pulls out of the car park, recklessly turns the car around, and drives it back out onto the busy and yet painfully open and active road again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
An Angela Orosco X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.7k!
Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Psychological Horror/Surreal Imagery, Depictions of Trauma & PTSD Responses, Fear of Loss/Separation Anxiety, References to Drug Use/Addiction, Physical Injury & Bleeding, Sudden Physical Attack & Assault by a Creature, Mild Body Horror, Emotional Distress/Breakdowns - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Room 205/False Sense of Security
“It might be weird for me to only be saying this now, but - it’s - well - it’s super quiet in here. Like, crazily quiet - almost quieter than the other rooms have really been,” you muse, voice close to a whisper, as if you’re afraid of even making such an observation. “You - you feel it too, right? Or - or am I just-?”
“It’s not just you,” Angela reassures you gently, more uneasy than you’ve ever seen her, as you keep as close as you can, terrified that maybe something is about to happen, and soon.
Too soon.
You try and breathe; just breathe, as the both of you look around for any supplies you can stock up on, but the more time you spend in here, you just feel more unsettled, and you hate seeing her as tense as she is right now.
“We’re gonna be okay,” you try and whisper gently, as you softly squeeze her hand, but your voice is lightly trembling, and you can tell you’re struggling to even believe your own words right now.
“If - if something does happen; if those dogs come back, or maybe if-.. if my dad, he-.. please, Y/n, don’t-”
“No,” you strain out, stopping in your tracks, as you don’t hesitate to turn toward her again, hands trembling, and eyes already feeling like they’re steadily about to water and make your vision blurry again. “Ange, don’t - please, don’t even think about that, I-.. I’m not letting anything take you away, okay? I promise you, I - Angela, I - I’m going to fight for you; I’m always going to fight for you. No matter what. You - you know that, right?”
Angela hesitates, at first, a pained expression on her face, as she lets her gaze meet your own again, and that’s when you hear it.
It’s quiet, at first; a faint hiss, as your breath hitches, and your blood runs cold again.
You can’t bring yourself to look in the direction of the sound, but Angela?
She’s already looking; already moving, and it terrifies you, as you desperately reach for her; desperately try and bring her back; keep her away from the possible danger, but you’re not fast enough.
She’s too close, now, and you can’t breathe; you just can’t breathe, as you shakily voice her name, staggering toward her, needing to stay close; needing to protect her, only to falter when there’s a sudden sound of cluttering and clashing as a dark shape suddenly springs from the mess of the now tipped over trashcan, as it viciously hisses, and mewls, before it’s sprinting past the two of you, and you - being the loudmouth you can be when something’s startled you sometimes, obviously can’t help, but try and make a joke out of the tense and exasperating situation.
“Quick, Ange - catch that cat; it stole my wallet-!”
You feel stupid, as soon as you say it, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
Angela appears perplexed, for a moment, looking back at you, as her eyebrows furrow, but your heart stutters when you can still see a soft hint of a smile playing on the ends of her lips again.
“It didn’t actually steal your wallet, did it?”
She guesses, and you wince, realising she’s caught you, as you shrug nonchalantly; sheepishly, prompting her to grin, as she shakes her head a little, slightly more relaxed than she had been before.
That was, until she looked like she’d seen something, right behind you.
You tensed up, a cold shiver running down your spine, as you gently voiced her name again, not daring to look over your shoulder, until she gently managed to softly coax her voice back out again.
“Er, Y/n - I - I don’t want to scare you, but-.. but I think - I think there’s something-”
“There’s not,” you strain, nervous now, and almost embarrassed, as you bow your head, trying to recompose yourself.
“N-No, seriously, I - I think there’s something there - Y/n, please don’t-”
But you’re already looking behind you, and you’re seeing nothing, like you thought you might.
You huff, a mixture of relief, and amusement, as Angela giggles softly behind you, glad she’d managed to get you back, as she gently and timidly pat your shoulder, as you made to look back at her, smile more sheepish than it had been before, until you saw something.
Really saw something, flitting across the wall behind her.
“Shit,” you whisper, uneasy again, as you subconsciously move closer to her, just in case, as she raises her eyebrows, and you silently curse yourself again; she won’t believe you, if you tell her you saw something there; you knew she wouldn’t, as you tried to think of something better to do, not wanting to just let something get to her, as you carefully, and as slowly as you could, meandered around her, as she playfully and knowingly refuses to look over her own shoulder again.
“Seriously? Y/n, do you really think that I’ll fall for my own trick, or - or are you seriously just-?”
Her voice falters; breath stutters, when she hears that same undoubtable mixture of clicking, and light footfalls, as her blood runs cold, and remembers how close you were to each threatening sound, now.
“Y/n-!”
She cries, the panic hitting her, as she sharply turns around, and that’s when she sees them, too.
She falters, freezing up again, as a shadow of the too persistent insect-like creatures trail the wall; you freeze, for a moment, or two, breath stuttering in your chest when you notice the syringes sticking out of their tails, you wincing again, as you blink your eyes rapidly, as if it will make the too familiar needles go away, but of course they don’t, as you open your eyes again, being dragged back to the reality before you especially when you hear Angela faintly whimpering again.
Your breath hitches, as you hastily look back toward her, shakily voicing her name, as you desperately move toward her again, determined to get her out of this, but she’s frozen; stuck to the ground, like she’s been paralysed completely as she stares toward the creatures; the shadow of them as they cover the back wall, and you’re wondering if she’s seeing them a different way to how you are seeing them.
“Angela,” you strain, desperately trying again, “Ange, please-!”
Still, she stays in place, lips trembling as she whimpers again, faintly shaking her head, not sure what to do, as you look toward the creatures again, and that’s when you see the difference.
They’re not all the same; most of them have what looks like those needles you’d used for taking the pain away, whilst the others?
They made you tense up and falter completely more than the ones made for you seemed to, as you gravely shook your head, cursing Angela’s family again.
“Ange,” you beg, as you manage to stagger closer to her, your knees barely functioning normally beneath you, as you carefully held her hands delicately and affectionately - always affectionately within your own soft warmth again, as you strain to coax your voice back out, managing to say a brief something like: “ignore them, Angela - please, ignore them - I know that’s hard, but - but you - you can’t let them get to you, okay? Angela, please - I love you, Ange - I love you so much, I - please, you can’t just-”
You hardly have time to think, before one of the creatures has jumped on you - you cry out in shock, staggering backward to avoid it getting on her, too, as Angela’s breath catches, her eyes widening upon seeing that you’re in danger again, as she manages to move, whimpering barely audibly; a sound that faintly comes out like your name, as you try and knock the creature off, succeeding for a brief moment, as it hisses and clicks back at you, and just when you think maybe things might be okay, her getting closer and closer by the second, you’re being ambushed by one of her own visual punishments and reminders, as this abstract-looking insect pounces at you from the wall like the other did, except it feels heavier than the syringe-tailed ones, as you almost fall to the side, catching yourself on the table to the right of you, as you wince, your shoulder aching, and that’s when you feel it.
Something sharp piercing your skin, as you strain out another cry, ears already ringing, before you’re turning your head slightly to get a better look at the mound of bloodied and stretched flesh stabbing too close to your neck again.
You’re hardly breathing, in the first place, but when you really see the creature, the wind is knocked out of you by the wave of rage and fear you feel, as you notice the unmistakeable outline of one figure pinning a smaller one down, as you gravely shake your head, knowing too well what it’s meant to represent, even before you notice the suspiciously and grotesquely formed tail, and the sharp stinger coming out of the end of it, as you let the anger flood you just enough for you to be able to grab at the insect, and pry it off of you, you wincing and faintly whimpering as a pained grunt escapes you as you feel the stinger leave your shoulder, before you throw the creature across the room, before trying to recompose yourself as you remember Angela - always Angela - your breath stuttering again, as you more urgently look around you, desperate to find her, as your vision swims, until you’re finally seeing her standing a few paces away from you again.
She looks petrified, and it hurts, more than you can say, as you try and speak again, only to falter, wincing, and that’s when you feel it; there’s a too warm and too familiar red liquid dripping down your arm, as you freeze up a little, before lifting your other hand up to your shoulder, where you’d been stabbed by the stinger, only to find that the wound was bleeding, and too fast, as you began to panic again, struggling to breathe, as you looked back toward her, only to find her crying quietly and breaking down, as you hastily shake your head, not wanting her to worry about you, or blame herself like you feared she was, as you urgently pushed yourself to move toward her again, but as soon as you let go of the table, it felt like you were walking across a tightrope, and had failed, as you began to stagger forwards, falling into her desperate and shaky arms again as she tried to help you up, and your vision blacked out again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2k!
Takes place after the events of the third season!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Childhood Abuse/Domestic Abuse, Captivity/Imprisonment, Physical Violence, Psychological Abuse/Gaslighting, Sexual Violence (Implied/Aftermath), Emotional Manipulation & Coercion, Suicidal Ideation/Helplessness, Powerlessness/Loss of Autonomy, Torture-Like Punishment, Tracking/Chipping (Forced), Threats of Further Violence, Witnessing Partner Harmed, Isolation, Panic/PTSD Symptoms, Invasion of Privacy & Identity - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Hollow/Another Broken Dream
When you wake up again, you don’t know how long it’s been.
Don’t know if you’ve already had something done to you, whilst you were out like a light, or if a few days had already gone by.
But there’s one thing you do know.
You miss Leighton Murray again.
Aurora, too.
Your home.
You feel empty; cold, as you look around you, whimpering faintly, just wanting to see them again, but you were terrified.
Terrified you’d already ruined things; terrified maybe Leighton was gone; maybe she’d still lost too much blood, after what happened; maybe you didn’t deserve to ever hear their voices again.
You can’t take it, and don’t know what else to do, so you curl up, and cry.
You feel pathetic; you feel weak, right back at square one, and you didn’t even know where your father was, right now.
You hesitate, faltering, and breath catching; you don’t know where he is; he isn’t in the room with you - what if he’s out?
You’re hopeful, at least for a few moments, or two, as you look around you, heart skipping a beat, when you notice the door on top of a small flight of stairs; it looked like you were caught in some basement somewhere; like he’d trapped you in here like a dangerous animal, or a criminal, similar things, or he was just keeping you in here like you were his property.
He’d always treated you like that, and though it hurt, you knew there wasn’t time to think about it, as you hastily pushed yourself up off of the ground, whimpering faintly at the too familiar pain settling between your legs, and spreading throughout your body, as you rushed toward the banister, caught it before you could fall, before rushing up the stairs, as you reach for the door handle, but - of course, and you feel stupid for not thinking about this being a possibility - it’s locked; the door is locked, and the handle isn’t budging, as you wince, eyes darkening, before staggering back, your heart beating too hard and too fast as you try not to cry again; try not to break down completely; there’s still time - you can’t hear him close by, as you look around again, but the windows are all blocked off, and you’re starting to feel your lungs failing you, as you shake your head, the claws of fear digging deeper, until you couldn’t take them anymore, as you sank to the ground, crying quietly and helplessly as you shook in what felt like your little cage, just wanting to see her again, at least for a little while, and that’s when you think you can already hear his footsteps approaching the room you’re in.
You scowl, the rage kicking in faster now, as your veins run hot with it, and it only hurts more when you’re realising he hasn’t just taken your phone, and everything else important to you, but he’s taken one of the most important things you’d ever been carrying on you - Leighton’s promise of marriage to you; the engagement ring she’d given to you, when she’d proposed that day; that fateful day you thought that maybe you could be enough, if you just fought harder; if you just kept on holding her hand, and loving her the way you always had, as your heart dropped again, and you felt like you’d betrayed her by doing the only thing you could think of to try and keep her safe from the monster that was your father again.
You felt weaker than you ever had before.
Without her beside you, you just-.. there was nothing left.
It was a struggle enough to just breathe anymore; to go on fighting here, as you bowed your head, and just waited for him to open the door again.
“Ah, you’re awake - are you? Good; there’s work that needs doing - a lot of it, so I’d suggest that you get started, before I decide to-”
“I’m not doing shit for you,” you utter, your voice close to a whisper, and hardly there, as you keep your head low, not daring to look back at him, just biding your time, as he chuckles in that twisted, tormenting, and sneering way he always used to when he thought he was still winning against you again like he almost always forcibly used to the way he did before.
“You’re pathetic - I thought maybe you might have changed, but I guess even now you’re still that weak little girl I knew you to be - how is that possible, huh? Well - I haven’t got the time for your weak little antics, so you better get a grip on yourself, or else. Now get the fuck upstairs, or I’ll hurt you more than I used to; I’ll go for a long time, how about that? I’ll make you really feel it, and you’ll regret every time you tried to run away - sound good? No? Well move your fucking ass, and clean up my place!”
You jolt a little, whimpering again, and you feel younger again; you feel like you’re still that trapped little girl, not sure what else to do; where else to go, as you force yourself to move, meandering past him, as you keep your head down, and he chuckles lowly, you trying not to break down; trying not to panic again, but with every moment that passes, you feel more and more lost; more broken inside.
When the place is almost clean, and he’s still on the sofa, watching some type of sport on TV with a beer can in his hand, just like he always used to, you’re startled by someone ringing the doorbell; startled by the sound of hushed voices outside, as you look toward your father, and he grunts, evidently irritated, as he gesticulates dismissively for you to open the door, surprising you, as you make toward the hallway, but of course you don’t hear him getting up and walking partially behind you, not enough to be noticeable, at first, until you’re reaching for the door handle, noticing two unfamiliar silhouettes through the glass, as you begin to open the main door leading back out onto the street, him watching in silence, as you tense up upon noticing the warm gaze of the neighbours next door, as they smile kindly back at you, and you half don’t know whether to cry or just run again.
“E-Er - hello - can I - can I help you?”
You ask them, voice close to a whisper, as you curse yourself for being so weak again, just like you knew you had been before, as one of the strangers - a gentle and calm - always calm looking elderly lady begins to speak first, you distractedly clinging to every word as she musters up something like:
“Well, it would be helpful if - if you really could, dear - you see, we’re your neighbours to the right, and we were recently thinking maybe it would be good of us to come over and have a chat - Gerald, and I both, since we haven’t yet really had much of a good opportunity to get to know you - neither have we really been able to catch either of you at a good time to do so, but - well, listen to me rambling on again - honestly, Gerald - it’s up to you and your other relations if you have any others living here, of course - er - would we be able to-?”
You tense up, not sure, as you stammer a little, before looking over your shoulder back toward the door leading into the sitting room, as you jolt a little again, startled upon noticing him just standing there, as you wince again, quickly bowing your head, as he steps out from where he’d been watching, and you felt like you couldn’t really move or even try and breathe for fear of what he’d do if you tried, no matter how quietly.
“We’re not interested,” he utters, cold - always cold, as the neighbours appear taken aback, but still they don’t move, as he scowls, and tilts his head partially before he gravely continues again, “this is a busy household, now get out of my sight.”
His gaze then falls upon you again; you can feel it, and you hate it, as you try not to whimper; just try to stay small, as he grunts, frustrated, before shifting, and too lightly to not be fake shoving you, as you wince again, a sharp breath escaping you as nod tightly, knowing he probably wants you to close the door; to be a ‘good girl’, if you don’t want him to make things hurt more again, as you try and fight back another strained whine, reaching for the door handle, as he grins, twisted; victorious; smug, before he walks back into the sitting room after harshly patting your shoulder as it stings under his touch, brief though it was, as you make to close the door, but before you can, there is a shoe gently stopping it from shutting, as you falter, body tensing, and blood running cold, aa you open the door quietly again, trying not to let your hands tremble though you’re scared of how he might easily hear, and get mad again, as the woman gently speaks to you again, managing something softly like:
“Is - is everything alright, dear? Has he been-? You can talk to us, if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to,” she manages, and you don’t know what to do, heart beating too fast, as you hold onto the door handle tighter than you did before, wanting to say so much, and managing so little.
“I don’t know if I can-.. I’m not allowed to speak to strangers, I-.. he wouldn’t want me to - I’m sorry - besides, I-.. I don’t know if I can bring myself to say anything anyway, a lot of the time, so - so I just-..”
You heard him shifting in the other room again, as your breath caught, and your eyes widened again, as you hastily shook your head, needing to get away; needing to avoid making him mad, as you try and speak again, a lot more desperate to urge the neighbours away, now, good intentions or not-so-good-intentions as you strain out a quick ‘take care of yourselves’, followed by an even quicker ‘see you around’, as you hastily close the door, managing to get it fully shut this time, and as quietly as you could, as you went back to cleaning, luckily in this area to try and avoid being suspicious as you tried not to look back toward the door, thinking back to how he had already hurt Leighton as you wondered if he’d try and hurt her again if you did something wrong as you cried quietly as best you could, until the cleaning was done, and he had some more errands for you to re-enter the sitting room for again, except these were more risky, as he took out a smaller looking remote, as you prepared for his explanation, and got none, as you instead got shocked, as you staggered back, and he just started to roar with a painful and an endlessly tormenting type of the cruel and cold laughter you’d always known and had to live with the you did before when you were younger and more broken than you’d ever been before again.
Except it felt worse now, because back then you’d had less to lose, and now that you knew what love and true happiness had felt like, albeit for a brief amount of time, you felt like you’d taken a much larger fall, as you felt yourself collapsing from the shock he’d given you through the small remote he’d used, as you struggled to wake up, until there was water poured on top of you, only hurting you more somehow as you were left with no choice, but to agree to what he next wanted you to do as he explained he’d got you chipped, and tracked, as you tried to stay calm, but every minute that passed just felt more painful; felt more treacherous, as you stepped outside, and he followed behind your still trembling and painfully aching and hollowed out frame again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.1k!
Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Trauma & PTSD Symptoms, Nightmares & Flashbacks, Physical Bruising with Uncertain Origin, Fear of Abuse/Past-Abuse Implications, Dissociation & Memory Loss Related to Trauma, Low Self-Worth/Survivor’s Guilt, Emotional Vulnerability & Breakdowns, Mentions of Familial Abuse & Neglect, Fear of Abandonment, Implied Long-Term Psychological Harm, Mild Body Horror (Description of Bruises & Pain), Heavy Romantic Dependence/Intense Emotional Attachment, Implied Potential Supernatural & Surreal Elements (e.g Eerie Closing Doors & Haunting Atmosphere) - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Sleeping/A Harmful Cycle
You don’t remember much, after the creatures seemed to quiet down.
Don’t remember slipping into sleep again.
Don’t remember the way you got a bruise on your shoulder; your neck, or how you got it.
Neither do you remember who it was that might have given you the bruise in the first place.
You just remember the way you woke up, crying in a pair of soft and warm arms again.
“It’s okay,” Angela coos gently, softly hushing you as delicately as she can, to which you whimper faintly, heart beating too fast, as light tears run down your cheeks, and much too fast again.
“I love you,” you strain, and her breath stutters, as she nods gently, using her free hand to carefully stroke your hair, as she delicately presses the softest kiss to the top of your head, you relaxing even further somehow as you smile softly, feeling safer and warmer than you did before, just through knowing, and feeling that she’s still there with you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper again, just feeling the need to say it, for fear that you’d woken her up, as she lightly shakes her head again, not wanting you to feel like you had to apologise when you’d done nothing to hurt her or just anything bad in her eyes like you clearly thought you did.
“Hey, you’re okay; you didn’t do anything wrong,” she tries to remind you, voice close to a whisper as though she’s afraid of saying or doing something wrong still, as she holds you ever closer, rubbing slow and soothing circles over your back again. “You were just having a nightmare; you have nothing to apologise for - I promise,” she adds gently, as you relax further against her, glad, more than anything, to be able to still feel something close to peace again.
“Thank you,” you whisper back, and she smiles faintly, glad to see that you’re more relaxed than you had been before. “Did - did I wake you? I’m - god, I’m sorry - I-.. I don’t know what happened, Angela, I - I shouldn’t have let myself just-”
“You couldn’t have stopped it, even if you tried; these things happen, Y/n,” she reassures again, desperate to try and make you feel better about it, no matter what; desperate to try and make you feel safe; comfortable, as much as she can, as you hesitate, before nodding again, as you timidly look up at her, and you forget how to properly breathe again.
“So, d-did I wake you, or - or was I just-? Were - were you still awake? I’m - I’m sorry, if I did, I-.. god, you’re beautiful - I’m sorry - shit, I’m sorry - sometimes I just don’t think, and then it just - I just - I’m sorry - god, I’m sorry - Angela, I-”
You’re surprised you’re not shitfaced; that you’re not sporting a hangover, as you wince again, and again, not sure what to say to make things better, but when her lips are delicately brushing your’s, you’re fast falling quiet, as your breath catches in your chest, and you’re melting into her gentle warmth, heart thudding fast within your chest again.
You only notice the bruising on you, when she’s accidentally brushing her fingertips over it.
Over both of them, to try and keep you both stable, only to quickly withdraw her hand when she’s feeling you tense up, and whimper faintly at the stinging sensation, as her eyes widen, and she’s worried she’s hurt you.
“Y/n-? What - what’s wrong? Did - did I-? I’m sorry - Y/n, I’m sorry, please, I - please, don’t think that I-”
Your heart sinks, when you see that she’s trying not to cry; you hate seeing her in pain like that, as you shake your head gently, eyes soft - always soft, as you - as gently as you can - caress her soft cheek, making her heart skip a beat, as her gaze meets your’s, and you’re struggling to breathe and function like a normal human being again.
“It - it’s okay - Angela, it’s okay - I promise,” you coo gently, as she falters, eyebrows furrowing; she had been certain maybe that she’d hurt you, as her gaze travels toward the spots she’d gently touched, her breath hitching again when she notices the dark bruising on your shoulder, and your neck, looking painful, and at their peak, like they’d recently been done, as she shakes her head tightly, and a stray tear manages to escape her beautiful brown eyes.
“Angela-?”
You whisper, worried; the silence felt heavy, and you couldn’t take it; you couldn’t take the possibility that something was wrong; that she was hurting, and you didn’t know why, until she carefully lifted her free hand again to gently brush her fingertips as lightly as she could over one of the bruises, as you tense up again, jolting a little, when you least expected yourself to.
“Shit,” you murmur, as you relax again, “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean-.. what’s wrong-? Is - is there something on my-?”
And that’s when you really noticed it.
When you saw the bruises, deep as they were.
Your heart drops, and not just because you don’t know where they came from, but because you’re terrified she thinks that she was the reason they were so hastily forming on you.
“Wait - Angela, this - don’t - this isn’t-”
“No,” she strains, voice shaky, “no, please-”
“Angela,” you try again, desperate; you can’t let her blame herself for this, when she’d never once touched you with harmful intention, as you carefully held her at arms’ length, her not looking back toward you, until you were on the verge of breaking down, and she’d never heard your voice so weak and almost broken before. “It’s okay,” you whisper shakily, “I promise - it’s okay; it’s not your fault, okay? You’ve never hurt me - never, I - Angela, I - I know you, I-.. I love you, please-”
“I’m sorry,” she manages, as you gently shake your head, before easing her into a careful embrace as she melts into your warmth, crying quietly into your shoulder as you try and soothe her, gently rocking her in place as the both of you try and calm down together; try and recompose yourselves as best as you can, until you’re softly sniffling together, and lightly trembling from the pain and the shock of the discovery; of the fear; the guilt; the everything painful about it, as you curse the bruises for being there, and curse yourself for letting her see them like she did. “If it wasn’t me,” she murmurs, her voice threatening to crack with every passing millisecond, “then - then who hurt you? Y/n, who-.. please just tell me if-”
“I don’t know,” you admit, a pained expression on your face as Angela frowns, her demeanour curling inward again, as you sigh gently, wishing you could try and remember what happened so you could reassure her that she’d not done anything to hurt you the way she thought she did. “All I know is I trust you, Angela - I’ve always trusted you, I-.. you didn’t hurt me; I know you didn’t - please, don’t think that the bruises are there because of you, because they’re not - I know they’re not, Ange - look, erm - maybe we should think about something else - I don’t know whatever the hell the time might be; I don’t know if time even exists here anymore, but-.. maybe we should have something to eat - does - is that - is that - okay? Do - would you - would you want to-?”
“Promise me something, first, before - before we do,” she manages determinedly, needing to, as you hesitate, before nodding softly, and gently holding her hands within your own soft and gentle pair again.
“Okay,” you coo softly, as she relaxes again, but her frame is still tense, and you can’t take it; can’t take seeing the pain there, as she hesitates a moment longer, and all you want to do is try and convince her that this isn’t her fault; that none of this is her fault, again, as you make to try and voice her name, but she beats you to it, managing to gently coax her voice back out.
“If - if I-.. if I ever do manage to hurt you, and I don’t - I don’t realise it, or-.. I don’t know, but - if I do hurt you, for whatever reason, I - do - do you promise you’ll tell me? That - that you’ll-? I-.. I just - if I hurt you, Y/n, I - I don’t know if I - if I’d ever truly be able to-”
“Don’t,” you whisper gently, not wanting her to ever even think something like that, as she falters again, and nods tightly, before reluctantly averting her beautiful but pained gaze. “I-.. look, I know you won’t hurt me, okay? I - and even if you did, I know you wouldn’t have meant for it to happen, I-.. we-.. we aren’t like they were; we never will be - they were all wrong; we know they were wrong; your parents were wrong; your brother was wrong - they should never have hurt you the way that they did, and - and I know that my parents were wrong, too, I just-.. it doesn’t matter - what does matter is that I love you, Angela - always; I will always love you, okay? For everything about you. You - you’ve shown me things that I-.. that I never thought I could-..”
Another shaky breath escapes you as you try and force the tears back; try and force the lump in your throat back, as you sigh down at your hands still gently holding onto her own trembly, but slowly settling ones.
“You saved me, and that might sound like something - like something typical to say, but-.. you really did save me, when-.. I didn’t know if I could-.. so-.. yeah, I’ll make you whatever promises you want me to make you; I-.. but I need you to know that I’m not giving up on you - I will never give up on you, because if I ever lost you, I know I’d just-.. there would be nothing left for me. Not without you, Ange. Never without you. I don’t think I’d ever even just-.. just want to try and breathe anymore, if - if you’re not there beside me, I-.. so, I guess I’d just be-..”
You wince, rubbing the back of your neck, as you wonder if you’ve said too much again, but when Angela is gently lifting your left hand up to her lips to delicately kiss the back of it, your heart feels fuller than it ever really has before.
“Then - I guess I’d better try harder not to run, right?”
She manages, as you falter again, heart skipping for a brief moment, or two, as you timidly lift your gaze back up to her own again.
“You can run, if you want to, just - don’t - please, don’t run without me,” you timidly muster back, as her breath stutters for a moment, before she smiles softly again, and gently shakes her head, as you relax against her, before gently letting your head rest upon her right shoulder, trying not to let your eyelids flutter shut again as she presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head again, whispering the softest ‘never without you’, as you smile a little more sheepishly; gratefully, cheeks feeling warm, as she reaches for the supply bag, and you reach with her, wanting to help as much as you can as she holds it open, and you immediately make a start on trying to find something you can make a decent morning meal out of as you pull out one of the first cans you see; a can of fruit, luckily still fresh, alongside a lesser portion of water as she takes out a couple of decently clean spoons the both of you’d taken from one of the earlier rooms before as you open the can, and insist on playing the game of getting her to have the first bite, and a bigger portion than you felt you deserved as she did the same, and you didn’t think you’d ever smiled and laughed as much as you found yourself doing for the majority of the time the both of you spent in room 204, until the time came to pack up and move again after collecting what you could as you both started back on the hallway, only to falter when you noticed that the door leading into 205 was now open, and awaiting visitors, as you and Angela reluctantly step inside, and the door slowly begins to close behind you both as softly as it eerily can, and of its own punishing, merciless, and miserable accord again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
This is just a quick schedule announcement - as I’ve still been quite sick recently, and keep oversleeping most of the time, I’ve decided perhaps it would be good for me to post a few days throughout the week, and then take a break the following day, so it would most likely look something like:
Friday: Break [after posting yesterday]
Saturday: Post can be expected
Sunday: Break, and this type of pattern can just go on throughout the week basically to make things easier - at least for a short period of time perhaps whilst I’m still struggling and stuff
I hope this is okay!
I look forward to seeing you tomorrow for another short, and I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, whichever it may be for you, right now!
A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.5k!
Takes place after the events of the third season!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Parental Abuse/Abusive Parent, Emotional Manipulation, Threats of Violence, Gun Violence/Presence of Firearms, Character Being Held at Gunpoint, Shooting/Gunshot Wound (Non-Fatal), Abduction/Kidnapping, Psychological Trauma, Gaslighting, Helplessness/Emotional Distress, Loss of Bodily Autonomy, Fear-Based Coercion, Panic/Anxiety Attack Symptoms, Reference to Past Child Abuse/Grooming Undertones (Implied) - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Another Fail/Maybe Another Day
Your ears were still ringing, by the time you woke up again.
Your eyes were still wet; hands still shaky.
And he was still here.
You could hear his voice, and it reminded you of too many painful things all at once.
You whimper faintly, as you stir in Leighton’s arms.
She’s still protectively holding you close; still trying to keep you as far away from him as much as she possibly can.
Trying to keep the monster at bay.
Aurora was, too.
You could see her, standing a few paces away.
There was a mug on the table beside him, now; he was clearly making demands, and that didn’t surprise you.
Not at all.
“You still haven’t told us why you’re here; what you want from us,” Aurora utters, as your and her father - or, rather, the monster rather than a father - sits up, chuckling as if the situation is normal; as if the reuniting is light-hearted, when really it’s anything, but that.
More heavy, than light.
More painful, that happy.
You try not to whimper again; try to make yourself smaller, as you curl up against Leighton even more, as the other gently strokes your hair, trying to keep you steady; trying to make you comfortable again, as you bury your face into her left arm, not sure what else to do, as you listen to him reaching for his mug again, as he takes a slow and deliberate chilled sip of whatever the hell he’d asked Aurora for.
“You’re not welcome here,” Aurora reiterates, and the monster raises his eyebrows as he sets his mug back down, before sighing heavily, and making to continue again.
“That’s funny - considering you’ve still probably got a lot of your mother’s money on you; I generously gave that money to her; she wasn’t the one working, and since you’ve probably used at least a sum of it I’d say I am welcome here. I would even go so far to say that I’m welcome where my property is based.”
You tense up again, as Leighton falters, before continuing to stroke your hair when she feels able to do so again.
“Your property? What, so - do - are you here for mum’s money, or - or-? What do you want? Just tell us what you want so we can just-”
“You know what I want,” he spits, “I’m here for what I shouldn’t have lost. Or, rather, just to make it easy for your tiny little minds to understand what I’m asking for - who I shouldn’t have lost. You may have got away, Aurora, but Y/n? She’s mine to handle. And I’m going to make her regret trying to get away the way she did.”
“Well, that’s a shame, because you can’t have her,” Aurora retorts, “and she doesn’t belong to you. She belongs to herself, and to our good new friend here; they belong to each other, okay? And they’re happy; you can’t do anything to hurt her like you did before. You can’t hurt us like you did before, so I’d recommend you scram, before some of our other friends come over and check on us; they come here a lot, y’know? You can’t just think that you won’t be caught if you-”
“I’ve been watching the apartment; I know I have plenty of time here,” he utters impatiently, “look, what I’m asking isn’t much; if you make the right choice, I’ll be on my way with Y/n back to our new home, and you - you freaks, whatever you are, can stay right here in the comfort of your rather miserable living space. How does that sound?”
Silence fell.
You were still shaking.
You didn’t know what to do; what else to do.
You felt trapped again, just like you always had before, when you were stuck with him.
When you were stuck with the monster that he always had been, and looked like he always would be.
For a moment, you considered trying to speak, until Leighton spoke for you, and you felt lost again.
“You’re not taking her anywhere,” she starts, and he grunts impatiently, before turning toward her again, “I know what you did to her - every little thing. She told me. Aurora knows, too. If there’s anyone who’s a freak in here, it’s you. So no, she’s not leaving. She’s staying with us, because we actually care about her. We actually treat her the way she deserves to be treated, and that’s not with pain; it’s love; it’s care - respect, and you never showed her anything like that. All you did was hurt her, and I’m not just going to let you do that again. In fact, before you leave alone like you always should, I have a parting gift for you - it’s two words - fuck you-”
He didn’t take that very well.
First, his left fist hit the table, as you jolted again, whimpering quietly and shakily against Leighton’s side, as she tried not to wince; to not even react to his outburst, but when he took out a gun?
She couldn’t deny she was nervous in the face of it as she held you closer, and tried to cover you as best as she possibly could, then.
Aurora had shifted, too, inching slightly to the left, just in case she needed to further shield you and Leighton from any potential further assaults from him.
He chuckled again at the reactions he received.
“Look at you all; you’re sweating bullets,” he remarks, before clicking the safety off of his gun, “of which, I’m happy to let you know - I have plenty. That’s the good thing about this place; you can get them in a few places around here; it’s not like London at all; not like anywhere around there.”
“We don’t want trouble, okay? Just - please leave; can’t you see that you’ve done enough already? You’ve had your fill of hurting us; of scaring us, okay? You can’t just go on like this, so - please - just - go - please go; w-will you?”
Aurora knew it was a stupid question, but she was desperate to get him out.
Desperate to avoid you getting hurt by him again.
Getting vilely used by him, as she tries to keep herself calm; to keep herself composed.
She knows she failed to protect you before, but she was determined, now.
She just needed a plan, as she tried to speak again, only for him to raise the gun up at her head, as she falters in place, her lips trembling as she swallows back the lump in her throat to the best of her ability, as he tilted his head partially, and once again she didn’t know what to do to try and make things right for you again.
Leighton seemed stuck, too, but she never let go of you.
Not once, so when you pushed yourself to sit up, head low, and shoulders hunched forwards, she began to panic, as she moved with you, her blood running cold as you managed to coax your voice out, whispering something like-
“Don’t,” you manage, “please, don’t.”
You can feel the monster’s eyes on you again, as you tensed up, bowing your head even lower; his gaze felt just as hungry and greedy as you remembered it being before, maybe even more, now.
“I’ll-.. go - I’ll go, okay? Just - stop - don’t - please don’t hurt them,” you begged, as he smirked - of course he did.
He always did that when he knew he’d won.
When he knew you couldn’t fight anymore; when you felt too weak to keep running.
Too scared to even try.
You weren’t proud of it; of the decision you’d made, but you had try and protect them; you couldn’t let them get hurt for you, as you made to get up, whilst Aurora and Leighton were stuck in shock for a moment, before the panic set in as Leighton hastily got up after you, desperate to not let him take you away; to not let him hurt and use you again, but before either you or Aurora could desperately try and warn her; to get her away from the barrel of his gun, he was already pulling the trigger, as she cried out in both pain and shock again after the bullet had managed to embed itself into her arm, instead of her heart, after you’d just managed to ease her to the side as she staggered to the ground, shaking, Aurora panicking as she tried to stall the blood escaping Leighton as he dragged you toward the hallway, you resisting as you looked back at the pair; as you looked back at Leighton; at the blood, whimpering again; you wanted to help - you had to help, but before you could try and escape his grasp, his gun was hitting you on the back of your head as unconsciousness took you, your ears ringing, as he hastily and recklessly carried you out the back door he’d managed clearly to scope out before as your vision faded completely out, and you - in your helplessness and restlessness - began to dream as you were shoved into a car, and driven away from the safety and the endless warmth of your new and always trusted healing space of a home again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
My schedule’s gone a bit askew today because I’ve unfortunately overslept and my alarm didn’t go off so annoyingly it’s messed things up quite a bit, but hopefully from tomorrow I’ll be able to be more efficient with posting again, and will definitely probably not be doing another festival for a long time; it took a lot out of me, but I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to hopefully seeing you all again tomorrow for my next short piece, and on time!
An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt
[Just a Short Prompt For Today]
Minors DNI!!!
* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!
I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!
* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!
The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.3k!
Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!
I hope you enjoy it!
There will be more!
!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Trauma & PTSD, Implied Past Child Abuse & Familial Neglect, Drug Use & Addiction References, Mental Health Struggles, Dissociation & Unreality, Violence/Threat of Violence, Self-Harm Ideation (Non-Graphic), Sexual Trauma (Non-Graphic but Implied) - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Sharp Teeth/Not Strong Enough
“I’m sorry, for - for what happened, I-.. I didn’t think I’d get stuck, but - I guess I should have seen that one coming, right?”
You offered up, when you felt like you could; when your throat wasn’t so painfully tight.
Angela appeared surprised, for a moment, and you were worried maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all, until she lightly shook her head, before timidly reaching for your free hand again.
The other was still busy clinging onto your jacket, your fingers lightly trembling, but when you felt her soft warmth encasing your other hand and your fingers, the shaking ceased.
Your breath stuttered, and your eyelids fluttered, just for a moment; she always seemed to have this effect on you, whatever it was, as you gave her hand a soft squeeze to try and soothe her own nerves as much as your’s, as her demeanour relaxed, and her expression softened more than it ever really had before.
Her eyes even looked like they were made up of something warmer; something more alive than you’d first seen in them.
There was even a little glint there, making your heart stutter behind your ribs again.
You didn’t know how she did it, but again you found yourself letting the first thing you could really think slip from your lips without you even realising it at first until it was too late to do anything about it as you distractedly continued to explore her eyes, until your lips shifted, and your voice was back out to play the way it was then.
“I love you,” you heard yourself whispering, as your voice cracked, and you winced, hastily bowing your head again; it was something you’d never get used to - that was for sure, by now.
You were terrified to lift your head again, wondering if you’d done something wrong for a moment; wondering if the words were too overwhelming; too strong right now, until she carefully lifted your head back up so she could softly connect her forehead to your own again.
“I know,” she replies softly, as your breath stutters shakily again, hardly stable, “I just-.. I love you, too, Y/n, I-.. but - I’m scared I’m not right for you, n-not - not yet, anyway, I just-.. I want - I want to be better, I-.. s-sorry - I’m-.. I’m sorry, it - it doesn’t matter, it-.. it’s not your problem. Please, just let me try and be-”
“You don’t need to try and change for me, Ange,” you coo softly, as she falters again, “I don’t - I don’t ever want you to think that you need to be different for me, because I think you’re perfect, just - just the way you are. I - Ange, you - everything about you is-”
“You don’t have to lie,” she murmurs, averting her gaze slightly, as your heart sinks; you weren’t lying; you could never lie to her - never about this, especially.
Never about the way you saw her; the way you felt about her.
“I’m not lying,” you insist, your voice still as gentle as it could ever be, not once growing too firm, or too impatient; you couldn’t lose her - you’d already lost Clara, and been broken; you couldn’t lose the only woman who had made you want to live; to just live, and breathe for her again, and more intensely than Clara ever really had before. “I swear to you I’m not - I’ll even swear on my life that I-”
“Don’t-”
She strains out breathlessly, worriedly, her eyes full of a new panic, as you fall quiet, just for a moment to try and give her a moment to just breathe and settle again.
You don’t ever want to push her too far; don’t ever want to scare her the way you were afraid you had, then.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper again, as she tenses up slightly, before relaxing again, and tightly shaking her head, “but-.. I’m alive, see? I’m still here - nothing happened after I said it, and that means - guess what? I wasn’t lying about what I said before. You’re everything to me, Angela; you always have been. Since I saw you back at the cemetery, I-.. things just felt-.. they felt - distorted, like something was missing, around me and maybe even inside me, I-.. and then when I realised it was you, I just-.. things have never been this clear around me before. Never. Not even around Clara, I-.. you changed me, Angela, because I did need to change. I see that I did, now, and I’ve never been more grateful for anyone the way I am for you. It - it might seem - might seem typical to say, but - you complete me, Angela. You might not think, or see that you do right now, but-.. you do complete me. You are the reason I’m still here; still fighting; still breathing, it - it’s all you. I love you, Angela - I’ve always loved you, I-.. a-and I won’t stop - I promise you I’ll never stop, no matter what, because the day if - if I ever lost you - would be-.. would be the day that I died, too. There’s nothing, without you. It’s always felt like that, even when - even when there was something that didn’t want me to see you - really see you, I-.. so - so no, Ange, I - I wasn’t lying when I said that I think that everything about you is perfect, because it is. You are perfect, to me, even-.. even if your family never really-.. never really saw you like I do. They never deserved you, Angela, and - and you never deserved what they did to you. You - you know that, right? Please, Ange, tell me that you-”
She hesitates, as your voice cracks, eyes slightly wider and wetter than they were before, as you winced, cursing yourself again; you’d probably said too much, but you needed her to know that she had saved you, body and soul, otherwise you didn’t think - if you’d never had met her the way you did that fateful day you’d decided to come back, or been sent back here again, however it worked according to the strange dreams you had and occasional notes the both of you had found so far - you would probably have either been taken by the drugs, or finally succeeded in taking your life again.
But that wasn’t what you wanted now - not ever, for as long as you still had her beside you; still breathing with you; still safe, as you timidly rubbed the back of your neck, trying to find the right words you could to try and make this moment less overwhelming for her, as much as yourself, the way it probably was, then.
“A-Actually, don’t - don’t worry about answering that, I just-.. I’m sorry I-.. fuck, I’m sorry - sometimes I probably say too much at one time, and - and I-.. I’m so sorry, I just-.. but it’s true - Angela, I swear it’s true, I-.. it - it’s the only thing I truly know now, I-.. I’ll shut up, I’m sorry - erm - is - is there anything you want to talk about, or - or would you just like to-?”
“I don’t know if I have - have anything to-.. to really say, but-.. I could just-.. u-use a hug, maybe? If-.. if you have one for me? You - you don’t have to - Y/n, I promise you don’t have to; I don’t want you to ever feel like you - you have to try and-”
But you were already timidly opening your arms for her, a shy, and almost sheepish smile on your face, as she relaxes, her heart skipping a beat for a moment as her expression softens again, and eyes glint just like they so beautifully did before, as she carefully moves toward you, and even more timidly makes to wrap her arms around you, you never pushing her to do so, always patient, as you give her time to relax against you, and when she’s softly whispering a gentle ‘thank you’ against your shoulder, you know she’s found a comfortable enough footing again as you timidly and as carefully as you did before wrap your own arms around her, and she tenses, just for a moment, but before you can make to pull away or to withdraw your arms, she’s relaxing again, and softly kissing your shoulder as if to try and soothe you as much as herself again.
“You-.. you’re everything to me, too,” she manages, eventually, her voice close to a whisper, but still audible, as your breath stutters softly, and you’re smiling gently as you listen to her every word as softly as you do then. “I remember I was scared that maybe things would never get better, before I met you, but-.. when - when you were there - when you were finally there, and I finally saw you, I-.. it was like nothing I’d ever really felt before. I guess that was-.. that was why I ran away from you. I didn’t know what it was that I was feeling; I didn’t know if it was bad, or good. And - and I didn’t know if-.. if maybe - the feeling meant I should be scared of you, too, but-.. I’ve never been scared of you, Y/n. Never you. The only thing I can think of being scared of that’s related to you is-.. is that if - if I lost you, I-.. I don’t know what I would even be able to do anymore. I don’t know if I’d be able to even think, or - or even breathe, and I-.. I can’t lose you, Y/n. I can’t live without-.. you. I can’t live without you, Y/n, okay? I-.. I’m sorry. I just-.. I keep-.. I keep thinking about it, I guess, and I-.. it scares me, sometimes. I love you, so - so much, I-.. I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for,” you coo gently, “I promise you there isn’t. There’s nothing wrong either with how - how we feel about each other. I-.. I used to think maybe there-.. there was something wrong when-.. when Clara was still-.. but I know there isn’t, now. My parents can’t stop me from loving you; I won’t ever let them tell me what to do anymore, I-.. I just want you. Us, Angela, I-.. I love you - I love you so much, I-.. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite like this before, but - but I want it to stay; I - I want - I want you to stay, Ange, I-.. you - you don’t have to; I promise you you don’t have to, okay? If there’s ever a point you don’t want to be here with me anymore, then - then I won’t stop you from being happy; from doing - doing what you-.. just-.. if you ever do want - want to just go, I-.. don’t turn back. I don’t want you to see what-.. what I’m scared I-..”
As your voice cracks again, and you bow your head, before lightly shaking it; you don’t know why your heart won’t stop aching, the way it does, then, but you can hardly care less about it whenever you thought about what might happen; how you might lose yourself, if you lost her, too.
“It doesn’t matter, I just-.. I want you to be happy, Ange, and if you being happy means that - means that you can’t be here with me then - then I need you to know it’s okay; I promise you it’s okay, I-.. just know I love you, okay? No matter what - a-anyway, maybe we should try and-”
“Wait-”
She strains again, and you fall quiet, your heart skipping yet another painful beat, as you glance back up at her, and her own heart feels like it is trying not to shatter when she sees the tears in your soft eyes again.
“Y/n, I-.. I’m not - I promise you I’m not-”
She winces, struggling to find the right words to say, as she tries to recompose herself, and there’s nothing better she thinks she can do than her first other idea, as she hesitates a moment, before timidly leaning closer to delicately, and as softly as she can, connect her lips to your own, as you falter, melting instantly into her warmth and her love again.
It feels like it’s more than just a kiss; it’s a promise.
Not just to stay, but to fight for each other, no matter what comes next, as you vow silently to do everything you possibly can to protect her; to fight for her - always, and prove to her that she’s worth so much more than what she had previously thought before, as you seal the joint promise with her, and just when things feel so much lighter than they did before, you’re hearing another of those sharp growls, as you try not to panic all over again, instead trying to look around to find a place you can go with her just in case you need better coverage, as you guide her as carefully as you can toward another of one of those weirdly shaped and convenient crevices as she follows after you, and you’re carefully helping her as fast as you can to get through, before you’re hastily pressing yourself into the next space beside her when you hear something smash in the room the both of you were last in, as the both of you desperately get to covering any entrances and exits up before you let yourselves collapse into each other’s warmth again, wanting desperately to keep each other safe as the snarls and heavy snuffling as well as teeth snapping go on for at least another half an hour, before the sounds slowly start to die out, and you’re hopeful that maybe you’re both finally in the clear again.
I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!
I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!
*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!
