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Writing prompts, October edition ✨
Cw: reader’s kind of a creep ngl 💀
4. Obsession+Cuddling… ft. Rook Hunt
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
He had it all carefully planned out, how he was going to greet you, how your face should’ve contorted in confusion and fear, how he was supposed to disappear with a flourish without a word. He was a hunter, after all. His plans don’t fail, not when he’d spent all week lamenting over each and every possible scenario.
Except for one, much to his dismay.
“Rook…” there came your lovesick voice, his name dripping out your mouth like acid to the back of his neck “Rook… my pretty hunter…”
Could you truly call him a hunter? When he himself was the one cornered, back against the wall that just so happened to be yourself? When he couldn’t escape your unnervingly tight grasp around his waist?
You nuzzled your face into his hair, inhaling the scent of him, storing it in your memory blissfully. This was the life.
He was thankful, at the very least, that you spared him the shame of showing his face to you in such a reputation damaging position.
You couldn’t see the way his face morphed into one of pure terror.
You couldn’t see the way he shut his eyes closed to not see the mangled evidence of what used to be his dorm mate, now reduced to bits of shredded cloth on the floor of his room.
You couldn’t feel the way he trembled each time you opened your mouth to whisper something into his ear ever so tenderly, like how he was planning on doing to you.
His hairs stood on end when you ran your hands over his body, like he wasn’t even a living being, like he was simply a doll for your own personal entertainment.
Only the Seven will know how you managed to take away his magic, how you turned his perfect fantasy on him just like that. How you hunted the hunter.
He couldn’t, even in his wildest dreams, predict that you’d like being hunted, that you’d like his practiced taunts, to the point of studying them and using them on him.
And now he was stuck, in your embrace, never to see the light of day again. Living as your pretty little boy for the rest of his now pointless life.
Me when I compromised to do animations for a school video project of English class but I haven’t even started and I have until Sunday…
Cringetober Day 24: MLP
Why. Just Why.
Rick I am so sorry.
Bruh i just wrote my math exam and i bucthered it so badly 😭 Everyone 240 on the final question.....
i got 1680.........