I Feel Like Violet Would Do This Lmfao

I feel like Violet would do this lmfao

Maybe a reverse comfort with James, where he had a nightmare that brought back bad memories? Or MC trying to escape from James after he had kidnapped them? Or even one where MC makes a new friend, and starts spending more time with them then James. Those are just some prompts off the top of my head.

A Feeble Attempt ~ BLD Mini Fic 

James belongs to @hotpinkmoon!    cw!Mild gore cw!Vomit (mentioned once but just to be safe, reader did not vomit just felt like they might) cw!Implied Stalking cw!Kidnapping cw!Death    [srry this took a bit to write! i got carried away a bit] 

Just when you had thought life was going well for you.

You had just started making more connections, other than the first meeting you had with James that fateful night. So why? Why did you ignore the signs? The furrowed brows whenever you mentioned one of the new people you had met. The heated glares at anyone who touched you, or anyone you touched, that you'd see sometimes when he thought you weren't looking. Sharp eyes practically screaming at them to get away, that you're his. Even while masked, his facial expression silently spelled out how much he wanted to tear their corpses to shreds. Foolish. And oh so naive. Whoever told you not to judge a book by its cover as a child could go suck an egg. James had left a few hours earlier to go to... well whatever his job was. Though it was hard to imagine it was anything legal, after what he had done to you the night before. Leaving you all alone with your self-deprecating thoughts. The thick chain bound to your ankle weighed down on you, not just physically, but mentally as well. A heavy feeling settled uninvited on your chest, squeezing your lungs as you felt a headache build up from the unending waves of stress threatening to drag you back into a dreamless sleep. Hah.. maybe that would be better actually. So you wouldn't have to deal with all this right now. The newly formed headache wasn't helping the dull pain from when James knocked you out earlier, either.

Eyes fluttering closed, your mind brings you back to a few weeks ago, when this all started.

Getting close to people, especially when you'd just moved to a new town, wasn't always the easiest thing. The first time you met James was a lucky... or unlucky accident. But finally, after at least a month, you'd broken down the walls of one of your co-workers. You remember telling James, eyes shining, how you'd exchanged numbers and had started chatting with each other outside of work. And how he responded with an eye roll, reminding you to be careful about who you put your trust in. Which you had ended up teasing him for, because didn't the both of you only meet a month ago? You had laughed at the irony of his words back then. A cheeky smile on your face as you watched him eye roll again, boasting about how he wasn't a loser like your co-worker. Why hadn't you noticed the malice in his tone back then? You had continued to meet up with your new friend, though you tried not to mention them around James as much, as his jealousy became more and more obvious. Why did you think that was normal? Until last night, when you'd gone to grab dinner with them. It was such a normal night. A simple meeting between two new friends. The sky was clear of clouds, the air fresh with the scent of summer. Sun setting across the horizon as the moon became more visible in the sky. Stars starting to peak out one by one, decorating the sky as one of nature's most wonderful pieces of art. Only the feeling of regret that the day was ending weighed on your mind. They had left for a moment to go get something from their car as you waited for them to come back so you could both order. Only for that moment to turn into 15 minutes, and then half an hour. Your heart had been filled with disappointment. The budding trust between you completely shattered. Did they really ditch you? Why? Confused frustration sunk into your brain, trying to reflect on all your interactions. Over analyzing every word and facial expression, the thought that maybe you had done something wrong forming a pit in your stomach.

Leaving the restaurant, you had checked your phone to give them a piece of your mind. Just... something to express the pain you were currently trying to push down. Only to be confused at the panicked, misspelled texts all over the screen. ...Maybe you shouldn't keep your phone on silent anymore. Trying to sift through the barrage of messages, you feel your blood run cold.

8:02 Het i think something/one is following me? Taking the long way from my car, ill b back a little late, dw and just order

8:05 Im def bejng followed, im sure of it, its some mask wearking dude holy fuck hoym

8:06 Shot sjit why did i goin and ally way oh ym god he has a knofe im running tm please pelase read this im begigng you its the one to the rght i think restirant i mean call somekne or soemtbing just plesae read this

8:06 Red hair green eye s please read tbis typjng is hard im so scared hesn fuckng llaughing trung 911 its hrd pleas e help

All the other messages had too many spelling mistakes to piece together, but you got the meaning. Red hair? Green eyes? Masked? Trying to block out the similarities you squeezed through the cluttered alleyway. Trying not to trip over discarded boxes or abandoned litter as you had frantically searched for any sign of them. You remember how just moments before they were showing off the area, smiling as they told you how they knew all the secret shortcuts around town. Now it seemed like this was a shortcut to their death. You shook your head, trying to clear the unwanted thoughts. Don't think like that. They didn't die. They probably dropped their phone. They're going to be okay. Your self-comfort came to an abrupt stop as the sight of a bloodied body came into view. There was blood... so much blood that you had thought your sight would've been stained red forever. The dark red fluid clearly looking coagulated. It was obvious that they had died a bit ago. Frozen, you felt your guts twist at the sight of theirs. The urge to throw up rising in your throat. You quickly moved your eyes away. Trying not to gag as you took out your phone to call the cops, only to notice their left hand. They still had their phone in their hand, and from where you were, you could see how the screen was cracked, and how their hand was broken and odd angles. You shivered, horrified by how the killer went out of their way to make their death so much more painful. This didn't just look like a murder, but torture. With a sudden BANG, your head had been slammed against the wall behind you, skewed sight taking in the red-haired attacker above you. "Tsk, I shouldn't have played around with them." James muttered under his breath, looking down at corpse before stomping on their hand once again. He looked calmer after doing so, smiling as he looked back at you with soft eyes. "Shh babe, don't cry." He murmured adoringly, cupping your face and wiping the tears you didn't know were there, before picking up your slumped body with ease. Head stinging and teary eyes drooping closed, the last thing you saw was the moon's curved smile looking down on you mockingly, the twinkling stars seeming to laugh at your stupidity as the breeze sighed in disappointment. Why were you sleeping? Why weren't you trying to escape?!

Your brain forced you to jolt awake, back to reality, back to being confined in someone's 'house'. Frustrated tears stung your eyes again as a helpless feeling sunk into your bones. A suffocating pain that you couldn't get rid of. Why couldn't you just have had a dreamless sleep like you wanted? Still though, gulping back your feelings, you shakily remembered those last words that had rung through your mind. With all the time in the world to start planning, you looked around the room. Scouring for any way to escape, or anything you could use to get out. The small room had no windows. Not even a door. It was both frustrating and favorable for you. You couldn't see what time it was outside, but at the same time, James wouldn't be able to see what you were doing inside. And the exit was right there. Though it wasn't like you'd be able to get past it. Not with the chain around your leg. Though you were glad he hadn't used to shorter collar one on you that you got a glimpse of before. Contemplating, you stared at your ankle in silence. Trying to brainstorm any way to get it off. Breaking the chain would take too long, and you were positive that James would be able to quickly find out what you were trying to do. Playing nice wasn't an option either. No way were you going to go along with whatever he had in store for you. Not after everything you had seen him do.

Then you had no other options left. You had already tried looking around for anything useful, but of course, James wouldn't leave anything like that within reach.   Closing your eyes, and trying to imitate what you had seen in a horror movie you had once watched with him, with a few tries and a loud pop, your ankle was dislocated.  

Waves of pain shot up your nerves, and you grit your teeth, trying to swallow back a scream of pain.     At least you were able to slip out of the damn thing.   You quickly learned leaning or putting any weight on that leg was almost unbearable, using the objects around you to get up and make your way over to the curtain door.     Finally-  Hope bubbling in your chest, the taste of freedom was only one bite away. Your home, your bed, your job. The thought of being in your room again fueling your determination to push on past the pain your body felt.    Only for that hope and determination to be crushed the moment you moved the curtain. Vibrant eyes met yours, toxic green seeping a chilling cold that forced goosebumps to crawl up your skin. Dread seeped into every pore on your body as his tall frame cast a heavy shadow on yours. "And where do you think you're going, sweetheart? You should have known that this wasn't going to be as easy as you'd hoped.

Whumptober 2022 Day 4 || Waking Up Disorientated

Saw somthing like this on my dash and decided it might be fun to try out !

I'll try to do as many days as I can, but I'm pretty busy :]

Gn Reader || cw Body horror || Not proofread || tw yandere ||

Everything around you felt...floaty. Yet oddly heavy.

Heavy but floaty. All at once.

Were you awake? Or was this just a vivid dream you found yourself trapped in?

Thinking this, the air around you seemed to cup your face gently, its' warm touch enveloping your senses completely.

How had you not noticed how cold you were until now? The blank white expanse so frigid and lifeless.

The warm feeling dragged you away from your thoughts, away from reality.

Before slipping away, just as quickly as it came. The absence of it leaving you empty and confused.

You couldn't let that feeling go.

It was cold. So cold. Unbearably cold.

Like you had been covered in ice, your skin frozen over. Your warm blood, drained away...

You needed to find that warmth.

Before something irreversible happened.

That warning rang in your head, a desperate call to protect you from something unknown.

Grasping the ground, you tried lifting yourself up onto your feet, the panic gnawing at your insides, threatening to burst out of your skin.

Yet, you felt to heavy, so weak, like trying to swim through a pool made out of honey. Your limbs screaming out in defiance, your body, a traitor.

Struggling, you have no choice but to leave it behind. Slipping from your skin, shedding that useless shell, you feel the weight, that chilling pressure, disappear.

Its' strange, and you don't know exactly what happened just now, but maybe ...thats for the best.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know.

Completing your task, you frantically looked out into the distance, trying to find that sliver of warmth.

Through the fog that is your mind, you see the shadow, the warmth.

You sprint toward it, your form free from "human imperfections", no lungs suffocating you and forcing you to stop for a breath, no muscle to drag you down and tire you out.

You pay no heed to your surroundings, your focus entirely on the black shadow, the warmth, your only hope.

The white turning to grey and then to black.

The freezing temperature slowly heating up, and then becoming scalding hot.

It didn't matter.

You were close. Oh so close to the shadow.

You had almost touched it.

With a desperate cry, you felt your new form collide with your body, merging once again. Something dragging you back.

There was nothing you could do but unwillingly sink back to reality.

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"Are you awake now?" A sweet voice flooded your ears.

The world felt heavy once again, but at least everything was a bit less foggy.

You looked up, meeting the eyes of your captor. You couldn't remember much, but you knew it was their fault.

Everyhting was so blurry, yet the hatred and anger you felt was engraved in your heart. Engraved in your soul.

"..Please.. don't look at me like that, love." Their guiltless whisper sounded in the hospital-looking room you found yourself in.

Your mouth spoke on its' own, ceramic lips delicately opening.

"I know what you did."

Their reaction was immediate. They gripped the bed sheets, their smooth un-calloused hands still a bit messy with clay.

"I.. I only did what I h-had to, I promise!" They cried out.

It sounded like they were trying to convince themself, not just you.

It was sickening.

That voice, those eyes, that look of desperation and sadness.

Why? Why?!

That look made your gut fester with never ending disgust.

Fueled by confusion and anger, you lunge at them, aiming for their open neck. Something, just anything, to make this disgusting feeling fade.

And yet they easily pinned your hands above you, cautious and gentle.

"Please.. p-please be careful.. I just finished making your new body..." Their expression turned frantic and uneasy, the emotions in your glassy eyes sending a clear message to them.

Watching them pulling a concoction from their lab coat, you struggled in their grip. Every joint in your body working to rid yourself of their slimy grip.

The panic and unease of what they would do to you next-

The tussle only lasts a few moments.

They cut off your little game, gripping your chin with surprising strength, forcing the odd mixture down your throat.

Your mind is bleary, as you fall into semi-lucidity,

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Scars ~ BLD Mini-Fic

[SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ ANYTHING ON THE BLOG]

content warnings: tw scars, tw abuse (could be interpreted that way) tw self harm (tried to make it ambigious to fit with whatever oc you imagine to be in this fic) tw bad accidents (could also be interpreted this way) (Y/n in this has scars)

While this mini-fic doesnt have any NSFW things, this fandom is still heavily 18+. Please respect the author's wishes and DNI.

You yawned, the early morning sun and subtly refreshing breeze filling you with a sense of calm. It was so rare to have a perfectly nice day to enjoy. Work taking up a lot of your life, now that you'd moved into this small, but bustling town.

As you thought up ways to fully enjoy your day off, a shadow loomed over your shoulder. The finger poking you sending your heart into a split-second coma, shoulders jumping in confusion and fear. "Heh...", A slight chuckle escaped from your mystery stranger.

"Morning, Y/n. It's just me." Mr. Mystery stranger- Your new friend James, teased. His voice reverberated next to your ear, sending your head to snap in his direction. "Holy fuck-" You exclaimed, heart once again stuttering in your chest as you stared at the green eyes in front of you. Your expression must have been funny, from the way James seemed to smirk. It was a bit hard to tell from his mask, but the amused chuckles that followed made it clearer.

You let out a relieved breath, "Jeeze you asshole...", his laughter infecting you as you let out a small chuckle of your own. Your thoughts quickly turned to confusion, though. How did James know where to find you? You'd just stepped out of your apartment complex...

"Morning to you too, James. But eh.. How'd you know i was here?" You asked curiously, looking up at him. James was a pretty attractive person. His black and red hair, long and wild, was eye catching, reminding you of the night you both met. His dark green eyes seeming to pierce through anyone who met it's gaze, unraveling everyone's intentions onto a silver platter for him to see. Snapping you out of your daze and replying to your question, James gave a noncommittal shrug, "Just looking for somewhere to get breakfast.", he blinked, gaze turning back to you, "Why?You live here?" Ah...that made sense. Jeeze.. look at you overthinking things again.

Your mouth formed into a smile as you nimbly dodged the latter question, "Why not get breakfast together!", you offered cheerily. He glanced at you for a hearbeat before responding. The feeling of being read crawling up your skin. "Sounds good to me." James finally replied. And you felt like you could hear a smile in his tone as a shiver of relief washed away that eerie feeling.

You and James went to the local diner. Nothing super fancy, but it was full of familiar and comforting smells, which made it good enough for you and James to grab a quick bite. Well...more like for you to grab a quick bite, and James to grab something to drink. James never took his mask off around you... or anyone as far as you could tell. Putting down the menu after choosing what you wanted to order, your thoughts drifted, as you waited for a waiter or waitress to come over. Your thoughts inevitably decided to focus on James. I wonder why he never takes off his mask around me... You mumbled wordlessly to yourself, trailing your fingers on the spine of the menu. Weak immune system, maybe? Or... perhaps.. facial scars? What ever it was, though, you promised yourself not to pester him about it. Having a weak immune system was personal medical stuff. And you'd had first hand experience with the shame that came with scars. Your gaze trailed down to your hands, which had some cuts here and their. All from different life experiences and situations. Some from accidents. Some with...different backstories. "Are you okay?" The words brought you out of your haze. You looked up at James, and then noticed the waiter at the side of the table, eyes nervously flitting between you and James. "Oh... oh yeah I'm alright!" You said, waving your hand in dismissal, as you took the chance to relay your order to the waiter. James ordered a mint choc chip milkshake, one of his go to drinks. "A milkshake at this hour?" You lightly teased, watching him roll his eyes in response. A beat of familiar silence rose up, as your gaze trailed back to your hands. Tracing them with your eyes. "Y/n." James called out. Once again pulling you out of your thoughts. "Huh-? Yeah?" You responded, half confused...until you saw him glance at your hands for a second, before his green eyes landed on yours.

"I want a real answer this time. Are you alright?" Jame's tone was stern, but held a genuine softness inside it. "Pfft...", You let out a small laugh, "I'm fine. I really am." But with one glance at his face, you could tell he didn't take any of your words seriously. Your eyes shift back down to your hands, the second time today. Taking a small breath in, you add, "It was a long time ago. I don't see them the way I used to.", you pause, searching for a way to articulate your feelings, "To me now...it's proof that I survived. That I was able to move forward." You look back up, looking in Jame's eyes. They were slightly unfocused, but still trained on you. He let out a soft, but ambiguous hum of acknowledgement. Smiling, you looked to ease the heavy fog of awkward gloom. "So yeah..I guess you could say these are battle scars from duking it out with life and coming on top." You chirped, your smile turning into a satisfied grin. His gaze softened at that. An amused eye roll telling you that your efforts were at least slightly successful.

James stared at you as you ate, the conversation from earlier... despite bringing up some bad memories...making him feel a soft fuzzy feeling only you could give to him. Maybe you wouldn't question his scars once he revealed them to you. Maybe you wouldn't look at him like he was...disgusting. Maybe you wouldn't judge him. He could feel his patience starting to thin. The deepest part of his mind telling him, yelling at him, to take you away. He had to make you his. No... you already were his. And he would never let you go.

NEVER

James belongs to the amazing -> @hotpinkmoon aka Moonie!

GRRR BARK WOOF WOOF I AM BOWING ON MY KNEES NO I HAVE MELTED ONTO THE FLOOR FOR EMO REN

Haha what was that? Anyways here’s a scenario/AU (? would it count as an AU?) where you meet Rendacted as his original emo self ‘cuz you needed something at the store where he was and he forgot to check your location. He gets super exited because like- WHOA. You accidentally met him NOT in his Haruko persona. And liked it???? (Warning, Y/N has a lot of self projection and IDK if I portrayed Moth right)

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Steadying the jug of milk in the cart, Y/n set their eyes on a guy about their age with tons of piercings and dark hair. He had on an outfit that complemented his hair and various earrings. Practically drooling, Y/n drove the cart into a secluded place and tool took their phone to start DM’ing Moth.

Y/n: HOLY SHIT MOTH

Y/n: MOTH WAKE UP

Y/n: OI

Moth: WHAT ITS SO EARLY LMAO

Y/n: OK BUT THERES THIS SUUPER HOT GUY IN WALMART HES EMO AND TBHHH

Moth: Oh? Pray do tell

Y/n: OKOKOK SO I WAS LIKE GERTING MILK LIKE MY DAD MEVWR DID AND I SAW HIM GOING INTO LIKE TJE CANFY ISLE

Moth: Y/n calm down you can barely spell /lh

Y/n: YHEA I KNOW BUT HES LITERALLY SO FHDKYDKDHDJD IM MELTING

Y/n: FUCK I JUST REALIZE I NEEDTA PASS THE AIDLE HE WALKED IMTO

Moth: L

Moth: What’d he look like

Y/n: Okokok so he was maaaybe a little younger than me, like super super tall, and he had rly dark hair

Y/n: aND A SHIT TON OF PEIRCINGS LIKE BRO WAS SWISS CHEESE INCARNATE BUT FINE AS HELL /POS

Y/n: Uhhh he also had like a super cool outfit on

Moth: You’re down absolutely horrendous

Y/n: im not ashamed. i can and will bark for him. /j

Moth: Friend. Bro. Buddy. Other term for friend. Go talk to him!! Sure ur town is tiny and you may run into him again bUT YOUR TOWN IS TINY AND YOU MAY RUN INTO HIM AGAIN!! its like a love story<3 /hj

Y/n: Fineee I’m gonna talk to him

Y/n: i’ll update later ly /p

Y/n gulped and walked over to the mystery guy, who was looking at strawberry shortcake cakes. They tapped him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention. He glanced over with disdain and glanced back at the food before doing a double take and backed up, staring at Y/n with shock.

“Hi. I’m Y/n, I just thought you looked really cool. U-Uhm, are you new to Corland Bay? I used to live here, but I moved back just a little bit ago, but thats not the point- ah.. I’m rambling. Sorry, I haven’t seen you around. And-and you look really cool. That’s what I wanted to say.”

With a baffled stare, he looked around. He motioned to himself to make sure it was him Y/n was talking to. They nodded and he regained his composure, then responded.

“Yeah actually, I just moved back here. Wait, so were you complementing me? Me?” He says, his voice raising in pitch.

“Yeah! Of course, let me just type it in your phone. I’m RE- I’m Ren, by the way.”

“Yeah, I mean, you look really cool. I wish I dressed like that, kinda. Um, but the thing- what- um, I think- shit, can I have your number? I think you look really cool and attractive bu-but feel free to say no. I just think you’re the type of person I’d hang out with.”

Y/n handed him their phone and he typed in his number plus his name.

“Well, if you wanna hang out, there’s a pizza place that I think just opened. We could go over there, like, tomorrow?” Y/n said, trying not to show how excited they were.

“Ye-yeah! Definitely, I’ll- um, 2, no, 3 o’clock?”

“Sure! Yeah, I get off work at 2, so that’s perfect!” Y/n smiled.

“Oh, where do you work?”

“In the library! Do you go often?”

“Nah, I normally read online.”

“Oh, like online libraries or fanfic-slash-webcomics?”

“Oh, both. All three?” He says, remembering you like webcomics. “I’ll have to stop by later this week at the library to say hi.”

“Okay! I’ll look forward to it, heheh.” Y/n nervously chuckled. Since there wasn’t enough of a conversation going, Y/n excused themself and went to talk to Moth.

Y/n: I ASKED HIM OUT AKDGSKHD

Moth: OMFG DUDE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

Y/n: ME TOO THE FUCK /lh

Moth: WHERE R YA GOING???

Y/n: PIZZA

Y/n: PLAC E

Y/n: HES COMING BACK BRB

“Oh! Hi, Ren.” Y/n greeted at him, seeing as he was walking over.

“Hey, sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” He said, blushing suspiciously hard.

(Listen man I know some things about Ren and I know for sure he’s not in the bathroom for holy reasons winkwink)

I’m gonna be a bitch because this draft has been chilling for far too long in the back of the freezer, come back for part 2 <3

Welcm. This is scrible blog.

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