Maybe A Reverse Comfort With James, Where He Had A Nightmare That Brought Back Bad Memories? Or MC Trying

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.

BLD Crack Fic ~ Max

Content Warnings! tw gaslighting tw manipulation tw (hinted at) death Max belongs to @hotpinkmoon !

You were tired. So tired. You knew what you signed up for when you got into a relationship with Max. The attention. The stares. The parties.

But you had to admit...even you had your limits when it came to all the excitement. I mean come on. It seemed like the entire town was interested in you and Max's life. And also the fact that some of Max's friends would disappear if they got to close to you-

And how you felt like someone was always watching you-

Although to be fair, you did try to see who it was one time. And was promptly embarrassed when it was just another one of Max's fans curious about who he was dating.

Am I just overthinking?

No but... it still didn't explain how Max always managed to find you somehow.

Including that time you specifically hid in a trash bin because you know he doesn't like dirty things.

And somehow he had a reliable excuse for all those 'coincidences' ...including the trash bin thing.

Though he had a pretty convincing confused expression when his friend lifted the trash bin lid to throw something away- and there you were.

Sitting in the trash bin.

Which totally was not at all embarrassing in any way.

Okay... maybe you were overreacting.

But still!

Overreacting or not, you were tired of all the constant attention. The almost complete lack of personal or other-friends time.

"Max...I can't to this anymore. I need my beauty sleep. A fan of yours broke into my apartment one time!" You exasperated, annoyed with this insanity and losing your mind.

Max cocked his eyebrow at you, confusion spreading on his face before a small huff of laughter escaped his pretty lips.

Wait- stop focusing on how pretty he is!

"That, don't worry cutie- was me." Max said, grinning smugly. Pouting a bit when he noticed how you were glaring daggers at him. But his smile quickly returned as he rolled his eyes with a playful smirk, "We're dating, Y/n. It's normal to miss your lover sometimes. I just dropped in to check on you." The words rolled smoothly off his tongue.

Still, relentless, you looked him firmly in the eyes.

"Well we aren't dating anymore." Max paused a bit at this for a moment. Did his mask finally break? Was he going to have a serious conversation for once? "That's a pretty interesting way to propose. But I mean... I'm not complaining~"

The atmosphere was completely shattered by Max's words. "Y.. You.. that's not what... I'm going to throw you!" You fumed loudly, some of the people in the cafe the ones who weren't 'subtly' staring before looking over at you.

Max's grin grew. And you instantly regretted your choice of words.

"Yeah? Well you better be rough then. Oh- but save that for the bedroom, cutie. I like attention... but that's for my eyes only." Max replied quickly, in a bantering tone. "AUGHHHH" Your frustrated scream filled the space between you and Max and those who were peeping in on your conversation

Yet despite all that, still falling on deaf ears.

Whispers on how you and Max were a silly couple followed you out of the coffee shop.

Max smugly waving goodbye with one hand and pointing to his ring finger with the other.

Zombie AU || Where mc got injured and is slowly dying ||

I like angst. Inspo from all the fan art of zombie!Ren and zombie movies i binged.  Gn!Y/N, zombie!Ren, Slight mention of gore.

(might be ooc please dont punt me into the sun am sorry) Just to be clear Y/N isn’t dying from a bite or anything.

“Kuh...” You struggle to exhale, blood bubbling out your throat and spilling from the side of your slightly cracked lips. 

Your sight, shaky, is still very much clear, and as you fall backward, your head held up slightly by someone, you stare at the metal pole through your abdomen.  

It's... cold. 

The pole sends shockwaves of chilling pain through you, the feeling of death and the absence of flesh finally dawning on you, as the adrenaline rush from the previous fight fades. 

“Ughmph- “ You groan, only to have more warm blood escape through your mouth.  You hear the sounds of more fighting, yelling, frantic calls for you to focus. But... it’s not enough. 

After all that? Everything we’ve gone through..?

You think as the world starts to slow. Tilting your head up to look at Leon.

And you remember that you were trying to protect them from an attack. 

I guess... dying protecting a friend is better than dying alone because of starvation.. or something..

Trying to breathe steadily, you smile, knowing that you’re dying for a good cause. Even if everything started over a stupid fight for supplies at an unknown gas station in the middle of nowhere. 

Not knowing how long you have left, you crack a smile at Leon, whispering soft “I’m okay”’s, to hopefully comfort them from the gruesome sight. 

The sounds of fighting lessen, and you see your zombie friend, Ren, frantically looking over you as they aggressively push Leon out of the way, cradling your head protectively. 

“S’don’t be mean” You murmur, words slurring. 

You hear vaguely hear him respond with disheartening growls and grunts, and feel him bury his head into the crook of your neck. 

You close your eyes, resigning to your grim fate when you feel a burst of pain from your shoulder. And a pulsating, stinging feeling, thumping in your chest. 

“Agh!” Your head jolts and your body weakly struggles, writhing in the added pain. 

What? No. No, no, no, no.

You try to get a good look at Ren, as he lifts his head and stares back down at you in desperation.

Why? What if you weren’t able to stay sane like them? Ren is a rare case- what if I hurt someone?

You look into Rens’ eyes, and something just... clicks.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you go wild, hurt, or kill, your friends. 

Just as long as you’re alive and safe, by his side.

Anger, fear, and something unknown pulse through your veins, as you pray to whatever god there is for what comes next.

do u ever just

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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