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. ⟢ summary— what starts off as obtaining information from you turns into something a bit more reckless˘
⸝⸝ a/n— i actually really like this,,,also hi sorry for not posting in awhile, i’ve had a lot going on but i got some really sweet people in my ask box which gave me motivation to post (＾ｰ^) take some yandere toby in apologies ! ! ⊹₊ ˚‧
‹ ︎ ✦ 𓏻 warnings/content— yandere! ticci toby x gn! reader, intentional lowercase, gets a bit heated towards the end but no heavy smut, toby is lowkey begging, toby gets jealousy easily, mention of killing (obviously), reader is written very neutral and somewhat accepting of toby’s behavior, reader can be seen as a little freak, no use of y/n uhhhh yeah lmk if i’m missing anything ! (^ ^) ۫ ׅ
having a stalker sounds fun until you feel eyes on you everywhere you go whether it’s the store, in your house, while you sleep, etc.
having a stalker sounds fun until you hear the clicks of pictures being taken of you and then questioning if your mind was just playing tricks on you.
having a stalker sounds fun until that person who’s been following you without your knowledge for hours gets a little too close when you’re walking alone in the street away from the eyes of other peers.
toby has been stalking you for months now and honestly, something in you just couldn’t help but be curious by it. of course you were scared, why wouldn’t you be? serial killer who went postal on his father and then suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth after lighting his neighborhood on fire was following you? that’s some whacked out shit! but it’s the thought that someone would pay such close attention to you for no particular reason that made the blood in your veins rush and your heart race. it’s the thought that this person—this killer—got so worked up over someone doing something as basic as talking to you for more than two minutes, complimenting your outfit, or exchanging in basic conversation that made you feel all excited inside despite your inner conscience telling you how wrong it was, how fucked up in the head this whole situation was, how bad he was for you.
it had gotten to the point where you learned his name because he told you without a second of hesitation—wrote it down messily on a paper even—handed it to you while staring you dead in the eyes because he knew you were curious. he knew that deep down, even if you didn’t want to admit it, some part of you was craving the attention he gave you. there’s no other reason you didn’t contact the police immediately, right?
“tobias erin rogers”
full legal name. he wrote his FULL. LEGAL. NAME on a piece of paper and personally gave it to you at the grocery store where other people walked past without a second thought.
and you took it, of course you did. if you’re going to be stalked no matter what you might as well learn the damn name of the person. it was just a shock to learn that it was him specifically.
everyone in town had heard of him, of his story or whatever fucked up summary the police gave out to the public. toby doesn’t care what the public got because he could barely remember the fucking past himself. doesn’t care enough to remember it because he was so focused on you. the person he had already deemed the “love of his life” or some sick fantasy that was suspiciously close to that.
it wasn’t love at first sight of course, toby wasn’t that easy. he stalked you because you were close to the victim he was after. in fact, you worked with them. toby thought that maybe he could squeeze a little info out of you if he followed you long enough and he did.
but after seeing how you were with others, how you helped people without a second thought—a part of him couldn’t let you go.
so even after he got rid of the unfortunate soul that he was assigned to, he continued following you. watching your habits, your every move, and every breath you took. he’s stayed awake for days just sitting in a tree and watched you outside your window with a tilted head, eating a bag of chips as you did little things around your space. things that you would think didn’t need 24/7 supervision but toby would beg to differ.
he was so fucking scared. scared that if he left you alone for even a second you would vanish just like everything else inside his life. every good thing he’s had having been ripped away from his grasp no matter how hard he tried to keep them. every victim he’s gained an attachment to, every friend he’s had (even if there was very little anyways), even his own damn sister. each and every person he’s loved has been taken away but it wouldn’t happen with you, he wouldn’t allow it. he’d inject himself with drugs and drink thousands of caffeinated things he disliked just to keep himself awake before he’d let anything happen to you.
every time he’d break into your home while you weren’t there or when you were fast asleep he’d leave a little something to let you know he was there. you hadn’t caught it at first, every item moved slightly to the side or a door left cracked open until you had. he knew that you knew he’d been snooping through your things and he’d smile watching the confusion on your face turn into that wide-eyed realization. he always knew you were smart.
things started to go missing from your place, little items you wouldn’t miss but they meant the world to him. if he caught anyone touching it they’d get an ear full or a slap to the face immediately.
“get your hands o-off my shit!” he’d bark as the person flinched back while staring at him like he was insane and honestly, he is! duh, he wouldn’t be stalking you if he wasn’t a serial killer. no, he’d probably approach you like a somewhat normal person and make things much easier by just asking you out but he couldn’t really do that now given his public status. that’s just too damn bad, huh?
“you really have shitty music taste,” you say while walking up to your coworker, a small smile crossing your face as you lean on the wall.
“dude, shut up, i do not!” they reply, shoving you lightly which made you laugh until it dies down when you feel a pair of eyes on you. “shit is he here?” you think, subtly looking around until you caught sight of him.
toby stood there quietly in a dark corner, his breathing was ragged and heavy—eyes wide with pupils as small as a speck. the look on his face (though it is half-hidden by his hood) sends shivers down your whole fucking spine.
he is wearing a dark blue, zip up hoodie and grey boot cut jeans with converse. the hood pulled up mostly and that gash of his is hidden by a large white bandage however the expression on his face is nothing short of disgust mixed with red hot, boiling rage as his eyes track your coworker for a minute and then shot back to yours—his lips pulled tight and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. every part of his rigid body tells you everything silently: watch it.
the pure audacity he has to stand there all irritated just because somebody decided to talk to you today while he is too much of a pussy to approach you makes you scoff and excuse yourself from your coworker.
toby’s irritated and jealous expression is completely wiped off his face as he realizes you are coming over to him. his face pales and his pupils dilate until his dark brown eyes are swallowed by his pupils nearly all the way, his eyes dart from side to side as if searching for an escape but he doesn’t move more than a step back as you stalk over.
“the fuck is that look about, toby?” you bark, your voice taking a mocking tone on his name as you stop just a few inches away from him. his breath caught in his throat as his lips tremble a little, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. he doesn’t reply just yet—just staring down at you with this intense stare, his eyes trailing over your face and body like he is trying hard to just hold himself back from grabbing you.
“what,” you spit, “cat caught your tongue? y’know—i’m getting really fucking tired of this shit. you follow me everywhere, you watch everything i do, you get mad when people talk to me, and you break into my home, but you won’t even respond to a damn thing i say?”
toby loves this side of you. his breathing shaky and ragged as his teeth come out to faintly bite his bottom lip, face red with a flush. his tongue clicks and his head shoots to the side slightly, tics getting a bit worse from the anxiety of the situation—he’s trying to think of what to say in reply. does he also come at the situation with anger? does he get defensive? or does he get on his knees and start begging for you to give him a chance? hmm…decisions, decisions.
“answer me, you prick!” you bark loudly before toby suddenly clasps a hand over your mouth, his free one coming up to grip you by your waist and start dragging you into the employee bathroom. you yelp and thrash against him—was this it? was he going to just take you into the bathroom and fucking kill you after all this time?? you don’t know if this would be your end and so you fight until he kicks the bathroom door shut and locks it before throwing you into the wall. you hit it with a surprised yelp as you slid to the floor and stare up at him with terrified yet pissed eyes. the way he looks at you next was not the kind of look a killer would give their victim, but a look of a man who wants someone all to himself.
toby suddenly gets down on the floor with you and grips your jaw tight, his breath coming in rapid bursts as his dark, wide eyes trail the details on your face.
“god,” he breaths, speaking for the first time, “you’re fucking perfect.” he surges forward and slams his lips into yours. the kiss wasn’t that of a soft lover, but one of someone who’s been waiting far too long to do this. he whimpers faintly into your lips as his teeth scrape them, tongue entering your mouth as you whine softly. your hands claw at his hoodie as he kisses you, not knowing if you want to shove him off or not. your body and mind both decide against it and your hands came up to tangle into his dark brown locks, pulling slightly. he felt no pain but the pressure was there, making him moan slightly.
he pulls back after a long while to let you breathe even if he doesn’t want to. he could stay for hours sitting there and kissing your soft lips but he wants his lover to be alive while doing so.
as you sit there panting you gasp when you feel him grab both of your hands and pull them up to his lips, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles. a gentleness you would’ve never thought you’d get from a serial killer.
“please…” he breathes, his voice coming out in a sobbing sound, “say you’ll be mine…just—fucking say you’re mine and no one else’s.” he begs, forcing your hands to run through his hair again. “if you do that, i promise i won’t slaughter the person making you laugh—i fuck-ing promise…” his head jolts back again and his hands squeeze yours a little too hard for a second before his body goes slack in your arms again, begging quietly into your work uniform over and over.
“toby…” you call softly, causing him to freeze up and sit there still—not moving a muscle like if he did, you’d reject him immediately. “i…i’m yours.” you finish, hands continuing to run through his hair. “but if we continue this you have to promise me something…”
he slowly looks up at you with these big, puppy dog eyes and a small pout on his lips, waiting for you to continue.
“you have to promise me you’ll never kill again.” you demand quietly but firmly, your hand coming down from his hair to rest on his cheek.
without a second thought, toby nods—eyes wide and leaning forward immediately. “i-i promise! no more killing, never again…you-you have my word.”
you smile and press another quick kiss to his lips, which he immediately makes deeper and closes his eyes tightly.
of course he is lying. he hated it but he can’t not kill. he’s stuck under the string’s slenderman has him on—unable to escape even for you. but you don’t have to know that…now you can just be in the moment with him. you won’t have to worry when that coworker that made you laugh still goes missing and is later found in a ditch chopped up into pieces with their heart in a box. you can talk about that later.
HI! So I was reading your hc and fics and realized I hit a diamond mine! I was wondering if you could write Jeff the killer, Ticci Toby and BEN, with a reader who isn’t too big on touch? Based from trauma? But after a while they begin to initiate physical contact and soon it becomes a natural thing?
I hope I explained this well! ><
𑣲┆jeff, toby, and ben with a touch avoidant reader ˚.⋆ֹ
. ⟢ summary— read the ask ^^ /gen ˘
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: OMG this was sent in january T-T i am SO sorry i didn’t get to you sooner anon, i just didn’t see it until now omg 💔 i highly understand how it feels to be touch avoidant so this is very close to heart for me 🫶🏻
── .✦ Warnings/content: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, BEN Drowned x gn! reader, fluff + comfort, touch avoidant reader, ben is slightly pushy but no one goes against boundaries, implied that reader has trauma, no use of y/n
࣪ 𝅄 jeff ۪ ݁ ──
now jeff can understand you in some way. he’s had to manhandle plenty of people to the point where he is pretty used to it but in an affectionate sense? yeah he’s no good with that.
obviously though, if jeff has a partner he wants to touch them. even if it’s just in a teasing sense so when you pull away with a flinch when he tried to initiate something he got a tad angry.
“what, think i’m gross or something? i fucking showered for you, you know that…what’s the big deal?”
you’ll definitely have to explain it a bit before he calms down about it. obviously, jeff will be pushing them buttons a lot but he’s never gonna out right force it. maybe hovering his hands around you until you tell him to stop and then laughing like the asshole he is.
when you finally initiated something, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“yo…who is this and what did you do with my partner?” he might joke but immediately melted into that shit like butter.
after he realized you were getting slightly comfortable with him he is more out spoken about it. leaving it behind in public spaces but once you’re home he’s all over you (staying within your boundaries obviously.)
࣪ 𝅄 toby ۪ ݁ ──
toby’s ALWAYS going to be understanding about this even if he, himself can be pretty touchy around people he cares about—almost to a clingy point. but after you sat him down and talked about you wanting him to lay off it, he’s off. you don’t even have to explain why.
however, due to toby’s varying emotions he can be a bit pushy. like hugging you to suffocatingly and then getting irritated when you tell him to let go but it’s only because he feels like he’s nothing without touching you. that’s how he always has felt. you just have to tell him that he’s more to you than hands, that you love him because of who he is and he nearly cries.
the first time you intertwined fingers he almost screamed excitement but he kept it cool for you (minus the trembling.) he didn’t want you to get weirded out and pull away, not when he finally has the chance to love on his partner.
he gets so flustered when you touch him sometimes because it feels like a mega reward, getting a big stupid grin on his face when you hug him.
࣪ 𝅄 ben ۪ ݁ ──
ughhhh he is such a little shit about it i’m not gonna lie. he LOVES fucking with people’s boundaries and that includes you.
he’ll fuck with you and fuck with you and fuck with you until you really tell him you’re serious about it and then he pouts in the corner like a child being told they can’t have something from the store.
even after, he’s still gonna touch you but he’ll lay off when you suggest enough is enough: he’s not THAT big of an ass (yes he is.)
the SECOND you laid your head on his shoulder while he was gaming you could’ve sworn he nearly passed out. his head dropping back with a groan like he’s been starved from touch for years. giggling each second.
after you started initiating more, he may start trying to embarrass you in public so…be aware (don’t worry he won’t force it if you say to back off.)
. ⟢ something goes wrong and you had to pay the price for it. getting hurt around these three is always gonna be a shit show unfortunately. ˘
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: I actually like this one lowkey,,,sorry for not posting in a bit, i had other things going down lmao 😭🙏🏻
── .✦ Warnings/content: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack x GN! Reader (separately), reader gets hurt, hinted proxy! reader, mention of blood, beating and organs (not really detailed), they’re all slightly feral lowkey…
࣪ 𝅄 jeff ۪ ݁ ──
the second he heard your cry he swiftly turned around and scanned the area. seeing your body on the floor bleeding and attempting to fight off the rogue victim whom was quite literally trying to beat your face in made something in him snap more than it already was.
this was the first time Jeff the fucking Killer had felt scared in a LONG time.
he let out the most INHUMAN screech known to man, it even scared you. you weakly turn your head and tried to focus your blurring vision as the ring in your ears got louder when you saw him charging—looking like a dog when they see their owner getting attacked. your breath hitched at that glint in his lidless eyes, the emotion that was trying to be hid behind anger. fear.
he tackled the victim down and just began beating the living shit out of them. you know when Jeff isn’t using his knife to get it over with that there’s a problem. you’ve never seen him go so feral since he was taken in as a proxy and even then he was just new to killing and didn’t really know what he was doing. he was throwing everything at the poor victim like they poisoned his bloodline. punches, screaming, feral insults that made you wince and wanna cover your ears if they didn’t shake so bad.
once he was done taking his time with them, he ended it with a sickening crack of their neck and limped his way over to your now sitting up body. picking up his knife he stares you dead in the eyes and actually says; “i don’t wanna talk about it. get the fuck up and let’s go.”
the whole walk back was silent except for his panting and your slight winces but every time he heard your little sounds of pain he shook harder, like it physically wounded him as well.
࣪ 𝅄 toby ۪ ݁ ──
he was already nervous from the moment you said you wanted to spar with Jack. sure he was eyeless but he already told everyone that he can sense movements BETTER than people with good vision. he warned you, he tried to tell you not to, hell he even said HE’D go up against you instead of the fucking eldrich being but nope—you wanted Jack of all people! after a bit of convincing, Toby and Jack agreed to let you spar with him as long as Jack didn’t go all out on you.
already, Jack can control himself quite well but it was the claws that he kinda can’t control all the way. they automatically come through when sensing heavy emotions from Jack so feeling he was frustrated, they came through unfortunately creating a large gash straight in your side and let me tell you…Toby has never moved so fast in his fucking life.
he sprinted towards you two, dropping his hatchets in the process and sliding toward the ground. his hands flailed everywhere but didn’t exactly touch you, he didn’t want to make it worse than it already was. “F-Fuck, FUCK! Jack I fucki-ng told you not to go all OUT!” he cries, voice cracking slightly and his neck hauling back for a second as a whistle escaped his lips.
Jack pants as he was already grabbing medical equipment. “and i told YOU that these things cannot be controlled.” he obviously felt bad but it was true, he did tell you all that his claws are extremely dangerous.
you cough out a little blood from your lips but tried to rasp out a coherent sentence through the pain. “it’s…it’s fine–“ “no the FUCK it isn’t!” Toby cuts you off. blaming everything on Jack even if it wasn’t necessarily his fault. he couldn’t help himself, he didn’t want to blame you for anything. he never did even if it was your own choices to blame.
later while you were healing in bed, Toby never left your side. sighing softly to himself as he rubs the healing gash ever so gently to not irritate you but instead soothe you. “i’m-i’m sorry i let you do that, (name). from now on, no more of that shit. you can only spar with me.” you knew he wasn’t trying to be possessive or anything, he was just worried and in a protective crisis.
࣪ 𝅄 jack ۪ ݁ ──
you wanted to go with Jack to fetch his snack. he hesitated obviously but he truly believed he could protect you and he knew he could! if he wasn’t occupied and you got into something yourself that is…
he got the organ out of the victim who was currently under anesthesia. whispering softly to what he thought was you: “i’m going to stitch them up and clean the blood and then we can go, yeah?” when he didn’t get a respond, he realizes that he was to focused that he didn’t feel your presence was missing entirely. he jolts his head to look over his shoulder and sees the door agape. then he heard a thump in the downstairs which caused him to drop his equipment and book it down them.
he found you holding your wound while a dead body, which he only assumed to be his victim’s partner, laid on the ground. you look at him for two seconds before dropping to the floor.
the next thing you see is the blinding ass light of his little room at home. hissing slightly which you didn’t know if it was from the brightness or the pain in your side. moving your bloody hand to shield the light blinding you, you look down to see jack huddled in the corner—mask fully off and laying at his feet.
“Jack?” you mumble, he flinches and stares at you with those black sockets before scrambling over like a nervous puppy. holding you to his chest he sobs: “i’m sorry…i couldn’t protect you.” you’ve never seen the usually stoic being like this. ever. “i didn’t even notice you were gone, i was so caught up in everything that i—that i let you down…” you gently brush his shoulder to comfort him but he digs his head in your neck instead. “i’ll be doing my own hunting from now on.”
Hey there! Hope youre doing well, idk if you have an intro page bc my app is bugging tf out but do you do Hobo Heart x GN reader? Hes lowkey one of my favs
ah that’s alright! hello i’m doing fine thank you, and i do not usually do anything for Hobo Heart but now that you’re putting the idea in my head…😼
i would definitely accept doing requests for him, he’s such a cutie !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 and yes, GN! reader is my main go too for any x reader fic lol 💙
can you write a version of tims breaking up with??
𑣲┆breaking up with tim and brian ˚.⋆ֹ
. ⟢ breaking up with tim and brian (added for fun) ˘
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: of course you can anon! i hope you like this lol, might sound a bit rushed
── .✦ Warnings/content: Tim Wright x GN! reader, Brian Thomas x GN! reader, angst, fighting, Brian may or may not pull a gun on you however it's up to your wants since it was for fun but I don't doubt he wouldn't
࣪ 𝅄 tim ۪ ݁ ──
you two were outside when you broke the news. he was smoking a cig before his breath hitched and he choked, coughing for a minute before sniffling and looking up at you. "what?.."
"I just...i just think we need a break, tim." you sigh back, looking away. you could see it in his eyes─how hurt he was. glossed over while his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I don't get it...why? did I do something wrong? we've come so far, why when I need you the most...do you wanna just up and leave?" that sentence causes a long talk from the two of you and then a big argument. "we've spent all this time together, did that even mean anything to you, [name]?!" he shouts. pain, anger and confusion leaking their way in earning a tired groan from you. "come on, tim you know I love you and-" "don't say that! don't. even. start. 'i'll love you and I always will' because THAT'S bullshit and you know it. if you loved me you wouldn't leave me!"
eventually, you probably choose to leave before him despite his shouts. "don't run away from this, you coward!" "you promised we'd stay together, was it all just LIES!?"
for the entire month he pretends you don't exist. not like he wanted to, but because he needed to otherwise everything would come down.
however, after that he finally pulls you aside to just talk. telling you that he never wanted this to happen. telling you that he truly believed you'd work out. "if you still want to go through with this─fine. but I can't promise we'd be the same after this decision."
࣪ 𝅄 brian ۪ ݁ ──
WOULD pull a gun on you.
no but all jokes aside, I fear you're not leaving. not once he's comfortable around you at least. he views everything as a "ride or die" situation and that includes you so pulling something like that on him is definitely not a good idea.
"are you sure about that?" yeah, that's definitely an underlined threat...
. ⟢ summary— breaking up with these men will never be easy i’m afraid… ˘
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: this is so sad low-key :( anyways, I will probs make more parts to this and also if y'all wanna request please do i'm bone dry without ideas rn 😭
── .✦ Warnings/content: Jeff the killer x GN! reader, Ticci Toby x GN! reader, Eyeless Jack x GN! reader, angsty af, BIGGG threats to yours and their lives, intentional lowercase, uhhhhhh psycho boyfies, uhhhh that's all I can remember
࣪ 𝅄 jeff ۪ ݁ ──
the second the words "we need a break" fly out of your mouth in a soft whisper, he just stops for a second. the cruel grin usually stuck to his face is no longer present and he almost looked stuck for a short period of time─like he was waiting for you to say "sike!" or maybe because he was just figuring out how to react. he's had people leave him but they never tried to leave by choice. not his parents, not liu, no one. he usually took them out himself or in liu's case─tried to take him out.
then after that short period of time, it was hell.
there's crashing, there's screams, he's acting like an actual animal only because he doesn't know this feeling. he's never known how it feels to be broken up with after giving all you've got to said person. or at least being to cocky and slef-absorbed to believe you gave any less.
"you can't leave me, are you psycho!?" he cries with a shaky grin on his crumbling face however his voice cracked at the end. "i'm jeff the FUCKING killer, you think leaving me is a good idea? I could slice you up right fucking now, babe..."
however once he realizes you're serious about the whole thing, his act drops and you can barely blink before he's on his knees and gripping your arms. something he's never done for anyone since becoming the thing he is today─begging.
"hold on, hold on please...i-i can change you know I can! or do you just not have faith in me?" he giggles nervously but the tears flowed like a waterfall. "AGH, FUCK! what are you doing to me?.." he tries everything from the book that he knows. pleading, promises, hell even trying to coax you into the bed but nothing works and that truly scares him.
"what...?" he shivers out. already reaching for you with trembling lips and widened eyes but you gently create space. "toby, I just...don't see this working out."
after a minute he's just sobbing at your feet. "nononono, please! I thought-f-FUCK─you said I was doing good!" his head jerks to the side. it hurts you so bad seeing him get this stressed out. his tics were starting to get really bad.
he's ugly crying. tears rolling down his face, nearly choking on them. the sobs that escape his lips are more like screams and cries of terror and agony almost like you were physically hurting him, even if you weren't and he couldn't feel it if you did anyways.
I personally believe breaking up with toby may be the worst actually because toby will threaten his life to get you to stay and would go through with every word because he truly doesn't see point in his life without you. "if you leave me...I don't know what I'll do. I might actually end it, [name]. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!" he'll sob into your stomach, gripping your arms so tightly that it might bruise later.
king of promises. "what do you want, huh? i'll get it for you, I swear. I'll do anything you want─no one will love you like I do!"
overall I really don't think you'll make it out of this one because despite jeff being more agressive, toby literally cannot live without you.
࣪ 𝅄 jack ۪ ݁ ──
he tries hard to stay calm but his clawed hands tremble. "I...I saw this coming. fuck, I should've known..." he might grip his face and start pacing a little. it's best not to say anything until he approaches you unless you want him flipping out.
he actually APOLOGIZES to YOU for doing something wrong. gripping your face with both hands while black tears run down his face. "I'm sorry...I don't know what I did but─i'm truly sorry if I hurt you, my dear." he brings your fingers to his lips and presses kisses to your knuckles. "if we can...please tell me what I can do to make it all better. please...I'd rather you scream at me for days than leave me alone, [name]. you're the best fucking thing that happened to me.
if you still refuse his desperate attempts he'll start pressuring just a little but will overall let you go. just not without a fight. "please, PLEASE...I know you were happy with me before, I could sense it. if I did something fucking tell me."
probably the easiest to let you go but not fully. he'll try everything he can after the break up to get you back. being so sweet, it's sickening...he might leave you flowers or your favorite treat, protect you in literally everything even if you should have been punished, flirting in his own subtle way or maybe continuing to act like you're still together by acting out when jealous.
overall he's easy to let you leave physcially but to him? you'll always be with him.
. ⟢ summary— you have a brawl with one of your childhood best friends in front of liu and he takes it a little too far. ˘
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: i want more fanfics for Liu/Sully dawg 😔 one of my fav creepys and they never get attention!! anyways…i had a lot of fun writing this but i think it gets a little sloppy towards the end idk
── .✦ Warnings/content: obsessive! Liu Woods x GN! reader, mention of murder (Liu kills your bsf of years), Liu is religious af, he kidnaps you lowkey, he somewhat acts very immature due to the fear of losing you, angst/fluff(? not really comfort), Sully and Jeff have brief mentions, intended lowercase
a gunshot echoed through the air as your heart practically leapt into your chest. you step back from the now falling body of your best friend, tripping on a root from the ground which caused you to topple over as well as your friend’s head to fall in your lap. you tried to scream however your throat closed up on you before you could get it out, only a broken sob escaped with the pathetic attempt.
you held your best friends body, clinging on tightly to the lifeless corpse like it would somehow save them. looking up to see Liu—or was it Sully? no that was definitely Liu. you could see it in his eyes…you could see the horror he can’t hide at the action he had just committed. a horror you don’t think Sully could even mimic. the gun trembled with the movement of his right hand and his lips quivered as tears filled his eyes. he didn’t feel sorry about your friend, he felt sorry that you had to see that. had to witness the monster he really was. the monster he tried so hard to hide from you for all these years.
he tried to act like he was holy even with the actions he’s committed in his life. the audacity he had to wear a cross around his neck while pointing the barrel of a gun at someone’s head with zero feeling at all. he tried hard to convince himself that he’d never ever be like his brother. never be like the man who ruined his life but in reality, he was just like him. the only difference between them was Liu just knew how to hide it better and Jeff was a shameless, cocky fuck who couldn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. or at least that’s the persona Jeff tends to put up around everyone nowadays.
the gun drops to the floor with limp fingers as he staggered closer to you while holding open his arms like a child begging for comfort after getting hurt. you couldn’t move, your body wouldn’t let you. you had to except his twisted affections and sit there while he wailed in your arms and while your best friends dead body laid in your lap like some sacred sacrifice. sobbing, messy apologies escaped Liu uncontrollably. mixes of “i’m sorry” and “i had to do it, they were getting to close” were whispered into your neck, being muffled by the skin while he pressed messy kisses against it.
the trauma must’ve washed over you within five minutes or so because the second your wide, panicked eyes flickered down to look at the stiff, lifeless corpse against you, you passed out cold. it was all to much—everything about it—the blood, the weight, the fact your childhood friend was murdered by your boyfriend, all of it.
you woke up hours later, head throbbing. your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and you realize you’re in none other than your goddamn basement. you tried to move your arm to help you up and off the mattress that was holding you but you only got so far before hearing the sound of chains grinding against one another and then feeling the uncomfortable tug of them against your wrists. this motherfucker chained you up. he chained you up in your own goddamn house. you let out a cry of frustration and anger before just breaking down, completely overwhelmed.
this somehow made a ruckus because the second the salty tears came, so did the sound of the basement door creaking open to reveal the man you called your boyfriend. his eyes were red and puffy from crying and his posture was that of a scolded puppy waiting for another ear full.
he stumbled over to you, already getting on his hands and knees while gripping your stomach and pulling you close like he knew what was coming. “i’m sorry…” he sobbed. voice cracking with fear.
“i’ll be better, (name). i swear i fucking will…” he presses a kiss to your chapped lips but you pull away which made him cry out a loud,“FUCK!” he grabs his thick brown hair and pulled like a fucking five year old. he was never this…immature before. for as long as you knew Liu he had never been one to act out unless it was something really serious. seeing him behave like this, it scared you to be fair. how could it not? you just witnessed him kill your best friend of years right in front of your eyes before kidnapping you.
“i’m trying so hard, baby…” he grips your thighs and pulls you closer, digging his nails into the skin to create red marks which made you wince slightly. “Liu—stop-“ “i’ve tried for so long! you can’t say i haven’t!” he sticks a gentle but firm kiss to your cheek like it’ll make up for everything. “that “friend” of yours was being a BITCH and talking shit about you TO. YOUR. FACE. i protected you. i did good and this is how you repay me?! i said i was sorry but what do you want me to do, not stick up for my partner?!”
you shove him slightly, “you fucking killed them!” he pauses before chuckling lightly and leaning closer. “and they deserved it. hell wouldn’t even take them, baby…why should i?” he asks. god, he was acting so immature right now. this wasn’t like him at all and it made you confused.
hi :-) can I get the “saying I love you and leaving them on read” with tim and Kate perhaps,,, (or just all the girls) I love ur work jackie : 3
SAYING "I LOVE YOU" THROUGH TEXT THEN LEAVING THEM ON READ [PT.3]
(Pt.1) (Pt.2)
⋆˚࿔ Summery: basically sending them a text saying "I love you" before leaving them on read
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: you've reached the end of THIS series!! Watch out for more SMAU content bc I had a lot of fun making this lol / I ALMOST forgot to add Helen so he will be added to this AND my masterlist once I edit it sorryyy
── .✦ Warnings/content: Jane, Nina, Nat, Kate, Helen, and Tim x GN! Reader, angsty af, very hinted suicide but it is not specifically specified so it can also be read as reader is hurt, no LJ, Slender, or Candy Pop mention
SAYING "I LOVE YOU" THROUGH TEXT THEN LEAVING THEM ON READ [PT. 2]
(Pt. 1) (Pt.3)
⋆˚࿔ Summery: basically sending them a text saying "I love you" before leaving them on read
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: okay since the last one got a lot of attention, I decided to post a PT. 2!! Yay!! The girls will come soon as well :3 I used MeMi Message to make this for those wondering
── .✦ Warnings/content: X-virus, Jason, & Puppeteer x GN! Reader, this one does contain heavily hinted suicide (especially in Johnny's part) however it's not specified, just like last one everyone basically looses their fucking shits lol, angsty, no Candypop, LJ, or Slender sooorryyy I'll make up for it :0, no use of Y/N but there is use of [name], some pet names like darling, sweetheart, etc.
*I had a slight fuck up on the second to last message 😭 its “you better be dead”*
SAYING "I LOVE YOU" THROUGH TEXT THEN LEAVING THEM ON READ
(Pt. 2) (Pt.3)
⋆˚࿔ Summery: basically sending them a text saying "I love you" before leaving them on read
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: I will probably do the other boys and then the girls if this gets attention <3 I used the app MeMi Message for the texts if anyone is wondering :]
── .✦ Warnings/content: Jeff, Toby, EJ, Liu/Sully, and Ben x GN! Reader (all separate), angsty, whether this is actually a prank done by reader or not is unknown, somewhat of a suicide intention post but nothing is specified, it can also be read as reader is in danger, LJ & Slender will not be mentioned bc you wouldn't get to that point with Slender and LJ would most likely not have electronics lol, everyone low-key loses their fucking shit but Jack is the more "tame" during the texts
Finding gn writers on this app is like finding water in the desert.... Can I request something from Ben Drowned? Something with him and the reader trying to make out but they're such nerds (bonus points if the reader wears glasses) that they keep pulling away and interrupting each other to drop random facts about a game or some internet iceberg, idk.
𑣲┆nerds ˚.⋆ֹ
. ⟢ summary— ask ^^ ˘
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: I low-key had a little brain fart with this one but I hope you like it anyways, Anon! Sorry it's a bit short, I'm a little tired lol :3
── .✦ Warnings/content: Ben Drowned x GN! Reader, reader is mentioned to have glasses, mention of making out but it's nothing too explicit, reader and Ben are both nerds :p
You sat on Ben's bed. Your face was flushed and your glasses were tilted slightly while the asshole in front of you had the audacity to ask, "you good?.."
You sighed a little, nodding in response. It was hard to stay mad at him even if you didn't want to admit it. That smug smirk and half-lidded eyes, that normal people would've seen as scary, just seemed to light up the room a bit. Offering little comfort in such an awkward situation even if, on the inside, Ben was just as nervous and tense as you! Sure you've kissed before but it was only a peck.
Actually, what you're doing now was supposed to have been "just a peck" but you both just got lost in the moment since you couldn't even remember the last time you two were alone together without someone else. The next thing you knew it was getting heated, your lips were all OVER each others once you got the hang of it when suddenly Ben grabs you weakly by the shoulders and pulls you off panting.
"I was watching a YouTube video a few weeks ago...about a game I love...one of the characters looks a lot like you and...and they're really, really powerful." He looks at you, now his smug persona was starting to crack from how high he was on your kisses. He seemed dazed and his eyes weren't focused on any specific thing. You gasp in delight.
"Really, Ben?? That's so sweet!" You reach for him again and pull him back in for another kiss when it hit you and you pulled away as he whined in protest. "You know...there's this one abandoned themepark from decades ago. I was reading about it and it sounded so fun but then there was a few murders that happened which caused a big shut down. Do you think if it was still here that you would take me to it?"
He huffs, nodding. "I'd kill for you, I think I would be SO DOWN to take you too an abandoned ass themepark." You smile and he simply pulls you back in for another kiss. His hand snakes up your side to hold you as your kisses got messier. "Ben...?" you ask, voice muffled over his lips. He hums in response. "Can we play Minecraft after this?" He chuckles and nods. "You know it, babes."
You both toppled over on the bed with giggles mixed with kisses.
. ⟢ Toby built a whole LIFE for you in that small cabin he thought meant nothing to him two years ago. He did it all for you and then you wanna just up and leave!? Fuck that. ˘
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: I love him but I find it crazy how the whole fandom just decided that a dead character was going to be more popular than Jeff one day T-T I also kinda spaced it with his tics but I tried to fix it
── .✦ Warnings/content: Ticci Toby x GN! Reader, Toby low-key kidnapped you one day but you also low-key stayed with him, Toby is slightly showing guilt-tripping tendencies, almost treated you like a victim for a second...dw bro snaps out of it, pretty angsty ngl, Toby's really, really obsessed with you
The loud clatter of metal hitting a hard wood floor shatters the silence of the lonely wood cabin you've grown used to. Your eyes flicker up from the book your reading to the man you now prefer to call a "friend", Toby. A soft hum escaping your lips as the brunette's head tilted slightly to the side and a look of confusion, almost...disappointment crossing his sharp features.
"You...didn't run?" He asks slowly, voice cracking with emotion. Heavy boots thumping on the floor as he approaches cautiously, almost like he's walking up to a wounded animal and not a person he's lived with for several years. 'Did he hit his head?' Is all you could think of. He must've because the way he's looking at you doesn't give prank vibes. He ACTUALLY looks confused as hell.
"I...no?" You reply, as slow as him. "Toby, are you okay? We've lived together for two years..." he scoffs in reply. Plopping down next to you in the old couch that bared tears from how much he struggled to get it in the house. it was almost funny how much he'd done just to get you to stay with him. I mean before you came all he had in the cabin was a mattress and maybe, if you remember correctly, a lamp in the corner. He didn't need much in his mind. The only reason for having it in the first place was to have a quick nap or shelter from the rain and snow even if he didn't doubt for a second that he'd survive without it.
Toby spent most of the time outside in summer and only stayed inside because he knew that, even if he couldn't feel it, the cold would get him sick. However, once you came along after he found you in the woods and for some reason, took a liking to you, he couldn't just let you leave after he got all attached. So he followed your wishes and worked his ass off building a new life for you like a couple after moving into a new house except you didn't know that "partner" of yours was a murderer.
You had just moved in when he found you and the news of killing off his dad before burning down his neighborhood didn't get exposed to you due to you being stupid and getting lost in the same woods Toby just HAPPENED to hide in.
You not knowing he was a full killer didn't mean you didn't know he was a full psycho. He kept you locked in the cabin after you tried to leave, begging you to stay. Telling you he'll build you an amazing, happy little life here with him. Promising he'll do everything to help you feel comfortable, and he didn't lie. He's busted his balls off for TWO WHOLE YEARS stealing things from the city and campers around the woods to make you happy.
He brought you both beds with new mattresses, fluffy little pillows and soft, cold blankets. He learned how to install a shower, a toilet, a freaking sink. He's even got you things to entertain yourself with like books, a old ass TV and some board games. It was all for you, everything he did was for you. It almost made what you're about to do cruel.
"Toby?" You whisper hesitantly. Scooting closer to him, almost like you were trying to soothe him into not flipping out. He growled lowly as he slowly turned his head to look at you with narrowed, knowing eyes. "I thought we agreed you'd stop asking the same fuck-FUCKing questions a year ago." He leans forward making you sigh and your head drop low. "Toby...I just can't stay here anymore." "Why do you think I'd let go of you now? B-bitching and moaning about missing a life you've never had won't get you far, I'll promise ya that." You move away from him in an attempt to sulk.
"I..." he groans, placing his head in his hands in frustration. "I don't fucking get it...that's it." He rubs his temples to soothe the ache he can't even feel. "I've tried everything. I've worked my ass off to make you happy here and you still wanna go crawling back to that fucking city like it will be any different." You don't reply, that's only because you feel guilty even though you shouldn't. You have every right to want freedom, every right to want away from this insane man whose held you captive for two years.
However the feelings still there. He was right in a sense, he made the cabin he once didn't give two shits about into a comfy little home just for you. Just because he grew attached to something he once thought was impossible. "Toby...please let me leave." You plead, gripping his shoulder as he tensed like a ticking time bomb ready to blow. You didn't stop though, you kept pushing in sheer desperation. "I promise we can keep in touch, I promise! You-you can even come live with me, you can-" there it was.
"For fucks sake- STOP!" He cried, grabbing a random thing from the coffee table and raising it above his head in pure instinct before pausing as you shrink back and cover yourself with your hands. He sniffles, not feeling the warm tears that slowly dribble down his cheeks. He hasn't cried in so long. Not for anything, not for anyone. "Just...stop..." he lowers the item and his head dropped low making his fluffy bangs cover his eyes. Shoulders jolting slightly from a tic but overall staying limp.
"Toby..." you reach out and grab his arm gently. You weren't pushing him, you weren't forcing anything. He slowly leans in and starts sobbing in your arms. He's done this far to many times that you both already knew the drill. He'd cry until you said you'd stay with him before he'd act like nothing happened just to protect himself. And you would stay. You would always stay because you knew if you left he'd make your life a living hell.
⋆˚࿔ Summery: your childhood friend comes back after years to terrorize you once more and for some reason you just can't let him go even if he's not the boy you remember.
⋆˚꩜｡ A/N: I don't know how I feel about this but I might write a part two, it depends on if people like it or not <3
── .✦ Warnings/content: Jeff the killer x GN! Reader, mention of blood, murder, vomit (doesn't specifically happen), bones, Jeff the fucking killer is a manipulative, gaslighting prick but he learned from the best so it's okay <3/j, Jeff is lowkey obsessed af and it's giving Y/N and the CEO but I tried T-T, no use of Y/N, you're low-key kidnapped ngl, Jeff fucking stabs you AFTER killing your parents, his story + appearance (more so in the past) was slightly changed to fit this story, this is pretty long actually, uhhmm...that's all I remember...
Your body aches, your hands tremble as you just barely trail the wall with your fingertips to keep you from collapsing, leaving a trail of blood. You tried not to look at it, it made your stomach twist and churn with unease and you fight back the urge to vomit. You can't do that right now it isn't the goddamn time! You have to keep moving, you have to get out as fast as you can. Damnit why aren't your legs moving as quickly as your mind tells them to!?
You sob as the pain lerches through your body, leaving you trembling. Your other arm, the one that's not bracing the flowery wall for support, reaches down to put pressure on the gushing stab wound in your side. You've seen the people do it in movies but why is it so hard now when you really need to do something or you'll die!? Your breath trembles as you force your head to just barely glance behind you, eyes brimming with the sting of tears.
Down the hall, you spot the grousome face you had once wished you'd get a chance to see again. Though the cuts in his face make it harder to notice (or maybe just the fact you're on the verge of collapsing), he's not smiling. Not smiling like he was when he brutally killed your parents while you watched. The large cuts in his cheeks now split from grinning so hard at the sight of your parents demise, it makes you sick. He tilts his head causing you to sob louder and cry for help though you know no one will come. Not this time, no...this time you know what's coming, don't you? He slowly starts approaching you. Purposely making his footsteps louder than they need to be just to scare you. He always got a kick out of scaring you, even when you were younger. Even when he barely knew you he just liked to scare things. That was one of the many bad things about him.
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"Mom...I'm trying to sleep..." Jeff groaned as he approached the bottom of the staircase, almost tripping as he was still not used to it. After all, it wasn't at all like the one-story house he had back at home. Back at HIS home. He rubbed his eyes groggily, pausing quickly at the sight of people sitting in the living room and his face contorted in emberresment and utter confusion.
He got woken up at the ass crack of dawn in shorts and a T-shirt to a whole fucking family chatting it up with his mom!? He was a 13-year-old boy, the last thing he wanted was to look like a fool with no swag while people were over.
"Oh hi, honey!" Jeff's mother called in that annoyingly fake tone she always had when talking to people. Nothing at all like how she sounded in a day-to-day basis, "I'm just talking to our new neighbors who came to welcome us." She walked over to him, grabbing him by his hand and slowly pulling him towards the living room while he shuffled stiffly. This was so fucking embarrassing.
His eyes darted from a neatly dressed woman, to a slightly disheveled (but not dirty) man, then to you. Someone his age who looked just as uncomfortable as him. Playing with the jewelry you had while your knee bounced up and down as both your parents introduced you to one another. Jeff knew it was coming, you knew it was coming, you both knew so much that you could only spare a second long glance before your parents told you to go hang out while they chat more like they haven't been for over 30 minutes.
After, you sat in Jeff's room. You tapped away at your cell while Jeff sat awkwardly on his bed, lowkey admiring you. You looked really cool while he was some sweaty, pimply, messy eyeliner having creep who wouldn't stop staring. He picked at the bottom of his shorts while you glanced once, then did a double take causing you two to make eye contact for longer than necessary before you both tried to talk at the same time. "I'm-" you both stopped and laughed nervously as you let him go first. "I'm Jeffery..." he murmured. You nodded and introduced yourself back.
He took a glance at your phone, eyes widening. "Oh- no way, you already have the new cell phone!?" He exclaimed, gripping his emo-styled fringe in something akin to panic or amazement. You blinked, laughing a little. "Uh, yeah...my friend got it for me on my birthday." You didn't want him to think you were some spoiled rich kid that got everything handed to them. He nodded slowly, mouth still formed in an 'O' shape.
Somehow, as the time passed by you two started getting closer. You even stayed for a little after your parents left! When it was time for you to leave, he bid you goodbye before you left his room. It took him a minute after to realize that he didn't want you to just leave and have It be the end. He got up and started to run after you, once again nearly falling down the stairs with a panicked "WAIT!"
He shakily wrote down his cell and handed It to you, telling you to contact him if you wanted to make plans to walk to school together. You took it. Of course you did. He looked so nice that you just couldn't resist! Although now, you wish you could just go back in time and tell your younger self to not even interact with him but back then there wasn't an option...or so you thought.
There was something about him, something pathetic. His mother told you beforehand with your parents that after they moved, Jeff was the one who was the most affected. Sure, Liu was right there with him and all. Getting used to it as well but Jeff...his whole life was back at their hometown. His friends and all even if it wasn't much, meant a lot to him.
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"Jeffery!" You sob, trying to knock some sense into him though it doesn't even LOOK like him. He hasn't since the accident and he has certainly changed even more so since the murder of his parents. Your cry sure didn't do much but it did cause him to pause slightly. You don't know why but you do the same thing. Maybe because your legs just wouldn't carry you anymore or maybe because you truly want to know if he is still in there.
"I...didn't want to do that but you got in the way." He murmurs, pointing at the blood that leakes from the wound in your side. Bull-fucking-shit. He looked straight at you, raised the knife, and swung. There is no way he DIDN'T mean to do that! You don't respond though, just staring at him with pleading eyes mixed with something like anger. Or maybe agony. You don't know. He let out a breath through his nose (or what's left of it.)
"Come here." He opens his arm, stretching them wide whilst leaning forward. What, was he expecting you to jump in his fucking arms so you could run off and live happily ever after in a shed!? You couldn't help the huff that escaped your lips. "Fuck you. You just murdered my parents you fucking psycho!"
He growls and jolts forward, acting like a damn animal. "For fucks SAKE!" You flinch, nearly falling over. The hand that clenched the wall slides off as you prepare to run but even then...you don't think your legs would carry you so at this point you were just instincts. "I did ALL OF THIS for YOU! I forced myself back to this goddamn hell hole for YOU and this is all you do!? All because I got rid of some PIGS that didn't give two shits about you?! Not more than I do. Never more than he did." He? He as in his past self?
You blink once and he was there in front of you, grabbing you roughly by your elbow and tugging you close to him. You felt the cold of his knife sliding across your back. Testing you. "Do you remember...when I protected you? Do you remember that?"
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Your breath hitched as you laid on the cement of the sidewalks. Your head ached, vision blurring ever so slightly. You heard Liu's soft voice ringing through your ears, a mix of yelling and...something that sounded like fighting. Punches landing over and over and over again.
"Hey! Wake up...are you okay?" Liu shook you slightly. "Jeff stop!" His head jolted from you to Jeff, to you again when he realized he was NOT getting his attention. You raised yours to glance at Jeff, eyes widening as you saw him. He looked like a goddamn feral animal, punches from him AND Randy landed as they fought like dogs.
Troy and Keith were on the sidelines. Troy gripping his stomach from where he was stabbed, dazed as fuck and Keith knocked out cold with blood leaking from a wound on his head. You almost threw up as you saw the bone basically sticking out of his crooked nose. "Jeff..." you mumble and he somehow heard you because his head threw itself to glance at you which is when Randy struck him again. He let out a growl of anger and then went back to fighting until the three kids were laying on the ground.
He made his way towards you and Liu, holding his arm while it twitched restlessly from adrenaline. "What...happened?" You asked, making Liu let out a panicked cry. "Fuck! Do you remember anything? They hit you really hard! Do you...do you know who we are!?" Jeff rolled his eyes with a groan. It was always amusing to see his older brother get all worried. He slowly crouched down and checked your head. "Those assholes ran up on us, as you know...and while Randy tried to start shit, I shoved him. He, being the dumbass he is, raised his arm and knocked you upside the head."
That caused Liu to shove Jeff making him gasp sharply and look up at him with anger. "What the fuck?"
Liu started yelling at Jeff about beating those kids up while you gather the strength to stand. Apparently, once Randy accidently hit you...Jeff lost. His. Fucking. Shit. It almost made you feel glad he stuck up for you against three people with KNIVES. Key-word, ALMOST felt glad if he hadn't, y'know, broken a nose to the point the BONE stuck out and stabbed someone. As they bickered you all pause at the sound of the sirens blaring. Swearing under your breath you stood up and all of you started running before they found you.
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Later that day, you heard the cops showed up at Liu and Jeff's house and apparently, LIu covered for Jeff and got arrested instead. The second your parents told you that, you got up and ran over to Jeff's house.
He sobbed in your arms all night while you gently stroke his soft, shaggy black hair. God, you felt so bad even though you were barely involved in the fight. Liu was a very selfless person, always has given up SOMETHING for Jeff when he got in trouble. Ranging from him telling his parents as kids that he broke the vase when they play fought even though Jeff did, to him literally going to juvie after his brother went feral on three kids all because they accidently hit you.
"I tried to talk to him, man. I tried!" Jeff babbled. Voice cracking shortly after. "But he never fucking listens, he NEVER FUCKING-" "Jeff..." you grab his shoulder causing him to look up. "You tried, okay? At the end of the day, it was Liu's choice. He might be a bit of a pussy but he's strong, yeah?" Jeff nods. "He'll be okay." You smile.
You didn't even register it before it happened, Jeff surged forward and kissed you. It was messy, his lips didn't even hit yours, instead they landed on the side of your mouth until he adjusted them. You blink in surprise before slowly melting into it. Despite both your lacks of experience, it felt like it was always meant to happen.
Little did you know it would all come down.
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You sniffled as Jeff's grin broke through. You remembered, he couldn't believe it. He could see it in your eyes. "Yeah?" He grabs your face causing his knife to press against your face. You felt the blood of your own parents smear on your cheek and a whimper mixed with a sob escapes your lips. "Aww..." he mocked. Lidless eyes glinting with something akin to excitment, "don't cry...did you miss me? Hmm?"
You push against his chest, crying out which caused his smile to crack a little as he growls and grabs your wrists to stop your weak attacks.
"You're coming with me, babe...I let your ass go once, you think I'm doing that again? Plus, it's not like you'll last long with a wound like that." His eyes dart to the stab wound HE CAUSED. "And I REALLLY don't want that. So...you can either be a peaceful, civil person and come willingly so we can bandage that bitch up...or I can take you kicking and screaming."
You bite your lip, thinking about your options but before you could decide it looks like your body had other plans. Your vision blurs and your legs fail causing you to fall straight into him. Before your vision faded completely you heard the raspy sound of his voice as he holds your body up. "Exactly. That's what I thought. You were always mine." And with that, it all fades to black.
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