Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use a voice. Speak to me.
Gather ‘round the campfire, for you are going to hear from the local cryptid hiding in these here woods...
Greetings, I am Ghostie [they/he]. I am the 20' cryptid in the woods of tumblr and I appear late at night around campfires to tell you stories I think up from my favorite anime.
Be warned for these stories might not be for the faint of heart or young
Like my work? toss a coin in the fountain
Requests: open [always <3]
Campfire Stories
The Next Town Over
Be weary, cryptids are only seen when they want. If you want a better chance though I respond to Whistling In The Woods At Night at night
Wonder what makes the local cryptid use you as food?
Please ask if you want to translate my work, do not feed my work to AI, do NOT repost my work
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What is allowed in the woods inhabited by this cryptid? Well we will tell you what not to do so you don’t end up as food
Do not send hate, for I do not want to deal with your lackluster vocabulary
Do not interact if you are under 18 for there are stories i tell that are not appropriate
Do not create other accounts to interact if i block you, for you will just be blocked again and it’s embarrassing for you to try and communicate with a cryptid this much
Do not be creepy to me, for I really don’t know or care about me and the cryptid dislikes parasocialism.
If you seek to befriend the cryptid I suggest leaving a note in the DMs asking politely and letting me decide
If you would like to make a request, make it detailed please this type of cryptid requires a lot of context
This is the last time i will give you what you want, which is attention.
You deadnamed me, never apologized and tried to defend it by saying you thought my name was a Halloween theme, in August.
You called me a murderer unfounded because I was mutuals with someone you do not like. I, at the time, was not even friends with either of the people you continue to harass.
You make burner accounts to harass people like you don’t have a job, two in my DMs today. That is unhealthy.
I called it unhealthy almost a year ago and i will continue to call it unhealthy today. Your presence online makes me think you are a danger to yourself or others and I’m not going to excuse it because of autism, this is something else entirely.
You need to learn how to let things go, none of these people care about you anymore
I know it’s the only time you feel adrenaline but you need to maybe get a hobby other than arguing with people online about nothing.
Overall, it’s embarrassing how a 20 year old is more mature in the situation than you are. And you cannot use your autism to excuse your actions as I have autism too (which you claim i don’t because we don’t have the same symptoms)
Go outside, pick up a hobby, make friends, do something other than tumblr drama.
Erm... idk if you have seen the movie "Obsession" but if you have, you should make an Eren AU fic with reader 👀...
i am planning on watching it with my boyfriend soon, but who would be who in the fic? Because honestly I can see myself writing it both ways tbh Like eren as bear or as Nikki (without the cheating obvi)
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cw: vampires, kídnapping, possessive Levi, Levi is Mikasa's caretaker, Ackerman's are vampires, Levi is intimidating, reader is chained to a wall, blood (duh), Armin Erwin Jean Hange and Eren mention, gn!reader, no use of y/n (reader is as neutral as possible), mikasa is offputting and weird and I love that for her, Levi is a little bit pissed but not really, Stockholm syndrome, finally some romance
wc: 4k
The most anxiety inducing thing you could hear from the basement was nothing, and the second was everything. For the past day you had been sitting down in the basement, no book yet given to you as the ceiling creaked and banged with every second that passed.
The sounds of furniture moving, seemingly being thrown across the whole house as loud voices sounded from upstairs. The voices were the scariest part, your hosts were not known for being loud in all your time here, and you could tell by your hair it had been quite some time now down here.
It seemed they had forgotten about their little friend in their basement, no food when you woke up nor for the entire day.
You had resorted to staring out the window to keep yourself entertained, the night growing ever darker as the loud noises continued. You felt like you were doing something wrong by looking out the window, every noise close to the door causing you to flinch— worried you might get caught. Caught doing what though, the same thing you had been doing since you got here, sitting there waiting for something to happen.
You sat there wondering if Levi had finally come to his senses after your escape attempt and decided you didn't deserve the books or now even food for what you had done.
Thud! The door slammed open and into the wall. Your soul all but jumped out of your body as you saw something get thrown down the stairs before it closed as quickly as it had opened.
You leaned closer to try and see what had been thrown down after waiting a few minutes. It was something wrapped in a cloth napkin. You inched closer to it, trying to grab it to see, yet you couldn't reach it. Your ankle connected to the wall so closely you could barely get off the mattress.
The loud noises continued well into the night, you laid with the small blanket you were given wrapped around you tightly covering your face. Maybe if you fell asleep these noises would stop by morning. But morning came, the small rays of sun shown in through the window and there was still loud clattering above you.
You laid there, stomach aching from hunger as you curl up into a little ball on the thin mattress that was definitely just thin enough to hurt your back and shoulders a little more each day that passed.
Thunk. Ca-thunk. Bra-da. Clash.
You bury your face in the pillow for probably half an hour, at one point feeling a breeze of air coming— was probably your blanket having a gap somewhere. You finally lift your head in annoyance of not being able to get this damn noise to muffle.
Turning around you see a tea cup placed on the floor next to your mattress— still steaming— with a paper napkin with a smile drawn on it. The smile eerily long, reaching way up past the eyes that had been scribbled on it. Next to the tea cup a sandwich lazily made, on a plate rather than the usual tray.
Scraaaaape. Sounds from upstairs.
You devoured the sandwich in record time, the hunger from the previous day taking over as you shove half the sandwich in your mouth at once. Racing to get the food in your stomach as fast as possible— yet not take your meal for granted anymore and savor it— not sure of when you'd get another one.
You sit with your back pressed against the cold concrete walls in the corner drinking your tea. Your blanket wrapped tightly around you for comfort as you listen to the loud sounds upstairs. Once you get to the bottom of your tea you place the nice cup aside, curling up into a ball on your mattress.
You can't even think to fight to stay awake, would you even want to with all this noise? You didn't sleep at all last night you should let it take you already. But you weren't even tired twenty minutes ago.
Before you know it you're comfortable on your bed. The noise as stopped and there is rain pitter pattering outside— you can hear it hitting the roof. The roof? No, it shouldn't be hitting there. Your roof is their house.
You open your eyes and adjust to the light in the room— way more than you were used to. Everything looked different, you were laying in an ornate canopy bed with intricate dark purple and black blankets covering the whole thing.
The wooden bed frame stained a dark red, looked to be redwood or something similar stained dark to fit the room.
The gray purple wallpaper covered half up the walls, under it— probably up to your waist— was a dark dusty purple wainscoting.
You shift in the bed to see more of the room, it had a intricate carpet beneath the foot of the bed, and two nightstands of the same wood on either side of the bed. You looked around at the walls, many creepy paintings that you had no idea where they came from. A few however you recognized.
What looked to be a recreation of Satan Devouring His Son, one from Zdzislaw Beksinski— 1984 what looked to be two skeleton-like bodies hugging each other. The Suicide of Dorothy Hale by Frida Kahlo. And The Nightmare was hanging above the bed, looming over you.
It's watching you.
You tried to stand up, get off the bed. Put an end to your sedentary life that had been forced upon you. For your safety.
You feel your ankle tug on something as you try to move.
It's watching you.
You look down, chained to the bed. You should have known. There was no way you were going to wake up free— especially after what you pulled… how long ago was it now? Your hair was gross again and you didn't have a change to ask about bathing because of all the noise.
iiiiiiirrrk. The dark wooden door creaks open, you see Levi standing in the door way. Peering into the room with colder eyes than normal. In fact at first all you can see are his eyes, his piercing metallic eyes.
He takes a second before walking in. "This is your new room. Do you like it?" He asks, staring at you from the doorway after he closes it behind him.
"Uhm, the paintings are a bit spooky." You say, wanting to shrivel under his gaze. Why was it suddenly affecting you again? You were pretty used to his weird gloomy look by now.
"Are they now? I thought they were very fitting." He takes a step closer.
It's watching you.
"I- uhm… sorry. I guess it was just weird waking up to them is all. I'm sure I'll get used to them." You stutter out, unable to look him in the eyes.
"Do you like the room?" He asks again, his voice more insistent this time.
"Yes. Thank you so much Levi." You watch his feet as he takes another step closer to you. For some reason you couldn't shake this awful feeling when looking at it. His eyes didn't look right.
"I worked endlessly on it you know. I've had nothing to eat for a week straight." Was that really how long it had taken him? The banging noises only lasted a day and a half you thought.
"Oh. I'm sorry." You didn't really know what else to say in response. Usually he would just gesture for your arm and you'd give it.
He took another step towards you. Then another. Finally he was right next to your new bed. You felt like you were on a silver dinner platter.
"Do you remember when I was trying to bring you up here?" He asks, you shake your head. "You slapped me. Right across the face. This hand." He takes it from you. The same hand he had kissed when you had ran away. Your whole body tensed.
It is watching you.
"I'm so sorry. I don't remember doing that. I don't know why I did that. I'm sorry Levi."
"You always call me my first name, do you not have any respect for me?" He grips your arm tighter. He never told you anything else to call him though. You never thought about calling him anything different.
He leans in, his nose near your neck. Taking a long deep breath in as you stutter out a response. "No, sir. I'm… I'm sorry.
"You're sorry for what?" He stares up at you. His eyes aren't right.
"Sorry that I don't refer to you with respect."
"But not for slapping me?"
"That too."
"Sorry doesn't fix it." He says, turning and bringing your hand to his face. Promptly taking your pointer finger in his mouth. You feel a searing hot pain emit from your hand, letting out a loud scream as he pulls away. Smiling at you, his teeth stained a dark red, bits of your skin hanging out of his teeth.
He crunches down on your finger and you hear the bone snap between his teeth as he masticates your finger. Still holding your hand up near him as blood starts pouring down into your palm.
"What the fuck!" You scream, tossing yourself around— trying to free yourself from his ironclad grasp.
"You taste so good." He says, still smiling at you as blood pours out of his mouth steadily onto the pristine comforter and your clothes.
This time he doesn't take another finger, instead he sidles his face up right next to your neck. Waiting.
"Get the fuck off me!" You scream. It is watching. You look down and his eyes are wide. You can see the whites around every part of his cornea. His smile seems to reach up to his eyes before he goes in towards your neck. Another searing pain emanates from where he was.
You gasp. All alone in the room. You look around quickly. The opulent same walls, and blankets, and bed frame. You sit up on the bed, looking at the three paintings you can see— all there. You turn to look above the bed for The Nightmare.
Gone.
There was nothing above you.
The door creeeeeeeeeaks open once again.
"You're awake." Levi's voice states as he steps into the room. "This is your new room, do you like it?" He asks.
You blink and suddenly there is a splat on your hand, thee hand. You open your blurry eyes, just water.
"What is wrong? Do you hate it?" He asks, stepping closer.
"Get back! You're going to bite my finger off. Get the fuck away from me!" You scream, taking a pillow from your bed and throw it at him. Or rather the blur that you think is him, you can't see at this point.
"Hey. Watch it." You hear a clink before feeling your bed sink at the very end of it. He's on your fucking bed. This time he's really going to kill you.
You start blindly hitting and kicking, hoping you'd eventually land a blow. Through your hysteria you feel a heavy pressure on both of your wrists. Then the same on your free ankle.
"Please, no." You choke out staring up at him. The same annoyed look he always has in his eyes not widened anymore.
"What is wrong?" He asks, a kinder tone to his voice than normal. "I have never bitten a finger off of you and that won't change now. Just calm down."
"But you… I saw this room already. You came in here staring at me, and then you bit my finger off for slapping you and then you took a bite out of my neck and, those paintings are terrifying!" You ramble out through your tears.
You feel his weight on the bed shift again, this time to right beside you.
He's surveying your neck. He's ready to bite it.
"I already told you I'm not going to bite you." He comments, still holding onto you with such ease it was shocking how tight his grasp was.
"But you did! You did bite me!" You yell, trying your hardest to get out of his hold, thrashing around. He grimaces, staring at the wall.
"I think you need to bathe and calm down. Mikasa will bring you there." He lets go of you and walks out of the room quickly.
Your heart races as you check your finger over and over again, not even a red mark, but he bit you— you felt it.
"Levi's a bit hungry so I'm going to get you to the bathroom and get you knew clothes." Mikasa says as she unlocks you from the bed frame, you didn't even see her enter the room.
She walks you down the hall to the bathroom, as you try to memorize the way to it quickly. She closes the door behind you after telling you that your clothes will be at outside the door once you were done.
You sat with every part of your body submerged in the bath water except for your face as you try to calm yourself down. He hasn't meant to cause pain ever in the past— in fact he tried to make it better whenever you were a little sore from him feeding.
What changed in your head?
The room.
That's the only thing it could be, right? That room is probably meant for the ones hes going to kill soon or something. Or maybe he's found someone else to keep in the basement, your replacement. He no longer needs you for food.
But you don't know that for a fact, you're just being anxious. You've been put in an anxiety inducing environment and you just need to calm down honestly.
You can prove your anxiety wrong by checking the basement.
No way in hell were you going to disobey now. You already only just got away with running away.
Check. Just do it. Two people live here, you can so easily sneak around. Especially if you stay away from the front door.
You crack the door open and collect the clothes. You do appreciate the way they have gotten clothes in your size of their style. You feel… safer in them now.
You smooth your shirt out over your body as you step into the hallway. Slowly walking down the other hallway towards the stairs.
Tiptoeing down the stairs as slow and quiet as possible, finally making it to the basement door. You look around before tugging it open. Unlocked.
You walk down the stairs slower than a slug, trying to not make any noise at all. Finally getting to a place you could see down.
Your heart dropped down to the core of the world for a second.
You saw your nightmare coming true just not to you. Some person was writhing on the thin mattress as Levi was attached to their neck. Their hand a dark red as blood poured into their palm.
"Fuck." You whispered to yourself and the world stopped entirely as Levi whipped around to look up at you.
You let out a blood curdling scream, no doubt tainting his little meal. Tugging yourself up the stairs by the railing and running as fast as you could. You don't even look at the front door as you turn to run back up the stairs to your new room.
You definitely don't notice the crowd of people sat in the living room with Mikasa now all coming out to stare at you as you ran up the stairs as fast as your body could carry you.
You make it back to your new room, slamming the door and sliding down to sit in front of it.
What do you do now? What happens when Levi gets to you?
"You made a scene in front of our guests." His voice states, clearly not on the other side of the door. You look over at where you heard it from, your new bed.
You scream again and as soon as you started a hand was over your mouth. Levi now standing in front of you.
"Calm down. You are disturbing our guests, they should think well of you if you want to stay here in town." He says calmly as he presses your back against the door to keep you enclosed. His other hand holding the back of your head.
Your heart races, guests? You mumble against his hand.
"They helped set up this room for you. The townspeople. Your friend was the one to suggest these paintings for your room." He says quietly, seemingly upset that he didn't think of it first.
You sat there with his hand covering your mouth, watching as he talked. His teeth stained red, making your heart race.
"We're trying to get them accustomed to having someone else living in this house. But they won't like it if you keep making scenes like you have been around them." He warned, but the only thing you could focus on where his stained teeth.
"Why were you in the basement?" He asked taking his hand off your face, your mouth was too dry to respond as his other hand still cradled your head.
"You shouldn't roam the house without one of us yet, you could get lost like an idiot." He says as your mind races.
"What does it taste like?" You whisper out, your self control forgotten, probably dropped on the stairs as you ran up them.
"Blood? It's different depending on the person."
"What does mine taste like?" Your voice was barely audible to you, but he heard you perfectly fine.
"Do you really want to know?" He asks, his voice matching yours. You feel like your body is made of concrete, stuck in place other than falling apart on the edges. You don't even notice the small inconceivable nod you give, but he does.
He gingerly takes your hand in his free one, licking your wrist before sinking his teeth into it just enough to get a few drops. No doubt full after what you had seen.
He looks at you, his hand still holding yours. Your eyes locked on his lips before he presses them against yours so gently you barely even feel them. You push towards him more, a sweet irony taste flooding your mouth.
You can barely pay attention to the taste though as you feel such soft lips against yours. His hand in your hair tightening and the one holding yours snaking around your back. Your arms move without you even thinking as well, wrapping around him and tangling in his hair.
You feel his clean undercut against your palm, barely noticing that his tongue is in your mouth, your heart going almost too fast for you to stay alive at this point. His hand in your hair tightens even more, tugging on your hair just enough for you to whine a little into his mouth.
You feel his teeth bump against your lip and he pulls back immediately.
"You should… go apologize to our guests for your outburst earlier. They would like that." He looks anywhere but you. "How did it taste?" He asks so quietly you thought you imagined it for a second, seeing him glance at you for a second.
"I could get used to drinking it eventually." You whisper back. "Yes, could you escort me to them?"
He nods and opens the door behind you, quickly walking you downstairs to the living room.
Jean stands up from his spot next to Mikasa, "Holy shit, you're still alive. What are you wearing?" He looks down at your outfit, halfway to you at this point before stopping in his tracks.
"Did you already fucking turn-"
"No. And don't use that language like that. Sit down, Mr. Kirstein." Levi says from beside you. Jean listens immediately, mumbling out an apology. "They have something to say to all of you." You look around, some of these faces you recognized from your failed escape a while ago.
"I'm so sorry for making such a scene, for some of you both times. I promise that's not what I'm actually like." You bow your head in shame as they all stare at you. "I like it here, a lot. Levi has given me a chance to do something I wanted for a while and he is the most generous man I've met in a while. I hope I can stay for a while."
"They call you Levi, hmm?" You ponder the blond man's question— no it wasn't a question it was more of a statement than anything— all he had told you was to call him Levi.
"It's all he told me to call him, sir." You speak up, unsure if you were supposed to or not.
"Really, Levi? That's how you introduced yourself?"
"Erwin, I know its hard to imagine but with others I'm not as rude."
You feel a hand come down on your shoulder, you turn to look at it— seeing it wasn't Levi stood on the same side— then you look over and it was the brown haired guy who had turned you in when you ran away.
"You're still alive! I thought for sure you'd be dead. I'm Eren, Mikasa's friend." He says, leaning his body against yours. "I mean… no one survives an actual escape attempt. I guess you're just… special."
"Eren, your hands are dirty get them off." Levi's voice sounds from next to you and a light slap sound before Eren pulls his arm off of you.
"They aren't even that dirty." He pouts and walks over to Mikasa.
You look over to the couch Jean was on and see the blond boy, Armin, who had helped you. He was looking over at you with a smile. You nod and mouth your thanks to him.
"When are they going to be allowed to roam around?" He asks, looking over at Levi.
"They need to be kept safe." Was Levi's only response.
"Thank you all for helping with the new room for me." You say, feeling way too out in the open in this part of the house with everyone staring at you.
You lean over to Levi. "I would like to maybe… go back up now. Could I?" You whisper so quietly you were surprised he heard you.
He doesn't say anything, just takes your hand silently and leads you up to your room. Locking your chain around your ankle.
"This chain is longer so you can walk around the room. Maybe then your legs won't be so weak." He comments as he fluffs your pillow up for you.
"Levi?" You say as he goes to leave the room.
"Need food or something?" He asks, turning back to look at you.
"Thank you for keeping me safe." You say. He nods, quickly closing the door behind him.
"It's cruel to make them think they're only safe in this house you know. When the danger is inside this gaudy house." Erwin says from further down the hallway.
"What are you implying?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. You didn't have to hear how desperate they sounded when they got away from your house. You never have to deal with their feelings."
"He's right. Levi, it's cruel to make them think they're not safe anywhere but your house. They'll grow to resent you." His friend Hange says from beside Erwin.
"They're different, they know its for their own good." Levi says, walking towards the two. All three of their voices hushed.
"Levi, they are going to be all kinds of fucked up for decades after you."
"There is no after me, they are staying here." Erwin and Hange look at each other.
"Fine. But this place is not safe, and you shouldn't make it seem like it is."
"It's late. You should go home and get some rest. Both of you." Levi watches as they leave. He stands outside the room for a while before walking over to one of the ornate mirrors on the wall and moving it to the side.
A small hole in the wall into the room. He sat there, watching all night. Before walking downstairs and preparing their usual breakfast, adding the usual seasonings. And a small vial of blood into the food as well. Good to get them started now, right?
hiii same anon, i wouldn’t mind either option (either keeping it non-specific or doing multiple versions) but tbh thats mostly bc i’m so starved of either gn or masc fics, overall whatever you’re most comfortable with is good! tysm for answering, i always feel so awkward asking about the pronouns and body parts thing 😭
REAL!! I always feel so awkward in the fanfic space so i always want to keep things as neutral as possible so people don’t have to change stuff in their head just to fit them
I’ll probably keep it non specific or as non specific as i can
But as someone who has felt like they can never find their place in popular fics i try my best to help others not feel that way
hello! i’m just wondering if you’ll make the smut for vamp! levi gender neutral as well? i just wanna prepare myself if it isn’t because i’m invested and don’t wanna get jump-scared yk? love ur work!! 🫶
Gender neutral pronouns would stay the same obviously!
As for anatomy i don’t quite know yet, i probably won’t go into specifics if that is what people would prefer but if my audience for that would want specific anatomy i would love to provide
Or i could do multiple versions of it for different preferences (although i wouldn’t want to clog inboxes or anything)
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cw: Yandere themes, stalking, harm to others, harm to you, murder, death, Stockholm Syndrome, oral (f receiving) f reader but no pronouns used
You knew something was up, there was something creepy happening on campus. You constantly feel eyes on you wherever you go, and yes you are on a college campus but that doesn't mean that this level of paranoia is normal for everyone. You told yourself you would keep it to yourself, and not tell your friends— don't worry them about your anxiety.
"Hey-o." You hear, seeing a glimpse of blond as you feel a body drape itself over your shoulders. You take your hands off the keyboard of your computer and pat his arm.
"Hi Min. How was class?" You ask as he walks over to sit across from you in the dining hall. You prop your head up on your arm, elbow on the table as you scoot your computer over to the side to see him fully.
"Long. Lots of notes." He complains, taking your cup of water and sipping from it.
"Well it's your fault for being a marine biology major, dummy." You take your water cup back from him and set it further away from him this time. He pouts before standing up and going to get his own water.
You just know that you are being watched, you can feel it. You have felt it for the past hour as you've been studying in the dining hall, waiting for your friends to come get lunch with you.
Armin sits back down across from you with a cup of soda, smiling at you.
"Thought you were trying to stop drinking soda?" You say, going back to looking at your computer, sighing as you realize you probably should start to study for an upcoming test.
"I'm a stem major, leave me alone. It's better than drinking three cups of coffee a day." He pokes the empty coffee cup sat on the table in between you two.
"Shush it. I don't drink three cups a day." You retort before feeling someone kiss the top of your head, black hair falling into your face.
"You're right, you're at two cups of coffee and an energy drink now." Mikasa says as she stands above the chair next to you, Eren silently sitting on the other side of you.
"Okay, no that's only during finals." You point at her. watching as she rolls her eyes and drapes her jacket on her seat before walking away.
"Move your shit man, taking up half the table to play stardew valley on your computer." Jean complains as he walks up and sits next to Armin, setting his bag under his chair and resting his head on Armin's shoulder.
"God, I'm not even fuckin' playing right now. I was actually doing work before you guys showed up." You complain, closing your notebook and computer, shoving them in your bag with a sigh.
"That's surprising, thought for sure you'd be be-lining to Harvey right now." Jean comments, shoving his face into Armin's chest as Armin complains at him.
"Ow Jean, quit dude." He hits him lightly on the back of the head. Jean remain unfazed as he rests his head on Armin's chest, burying his head into his t-shirt.
Eren grabs your pen that had scattered across the table silently and places it in the pocket of your bag for you wordlessly.
"Why do you even lay all your shit out to study for like half an hour? You barely get anything done before we get here." Connie loudly proclaims as he pulls a chair up placing Sasha's bag on it before taking his own seat on the other side of Armin.
"God, you guys are just the worst, aren't you?" You say as Eren grabs your empty coffee cup and stands up.
"Is he in a mood or something? Why is he so quiet?" Connie asks as Mikasa sits down again, this time with a plate of food.
"Probably got another bad grade on a test or something. I swear he never studies or does his work." Jean steals a fry from Mikasa's plate, pouting as she smacks his hand for it.
"Go get your own if you want it so badly."
"That's not true, we study together in the library sometimes." You defend him as Jean rubs the smack on his hand to lessen the sting.
"Jean, what do you want to eat?" Armin asks, lifting the boy off him to stand up. Staring down at the brunette until he answers, "Pizza and fries." Jean's dopey grin could earn an eye roll from anyone but Armin who just nodded and smiled at him before walking away. Sasha sits down between Connie and Mikasa, setting down two plates of food in front of her with a smile.
"Good food today." She stares at her plate like a starved animal, already taking a bite as she leans so far forward you swore she could lick the plate if she wanted.
"Wings? Is it fuckin' parents weekend or something?" Connie proclaims as he sees the girl stick an entire chicken wing in her mouth.
"If she was a cartoon her pupils would turn into hearts when she eats." You comment as Eren sits back down next to you, leaning against the wall.
"Connie, they can have good food in here without it being some event you know." Mikasa comments as she slowly works at her food.
"There's a basketball game tonight, didn't you move your car already for it?" Jean comments, leaning his head on the table as he waits for his headrest to return with his food.
"Nah, parked it off campus about a week ago. Got sick and tired of moving it each time." He comments before pushing himself up and walking away.
"Jean, here. Also got some extra wings if you want any." Armin comments as he sits back down. You swear you could see true love cross Jean's face as he rests his head on Armin's shoulder again.
"We're getting married on the lawn at 5pm today." Jean shoves one of Armin's wings in his mouth.
"Hey hey, don't get any of that on my sweater." Armin pushes Jean's head up off his shoulder. He pouts but stays leaning over his plate as he scarfs down his food.
"If he gets any on your sweater he's wasting it." Sasha says with a mouthful of wings.
"He didn't deny the wedding though." You comment, smiling as you feel more at peace with all of them around. Less watched. You rest your head on Mikasa's shoulder with a soft sigh as Jean jokingly tries to kiss Armin on the cheek— Armin dodging every attempt.
"Fuck, I forgot I have a test in 5. See ya' " Connie says, grabbing his backpack and shoving his phone in his pocket. Stealing a wing off Sasha's plate as he all but runs out the cafe.
"Dumbass." You call out to him as he runs away, giving you a middle finger in return as he leaves.
"Anyways. How were classes today?" Jean says in between bites looking down at his food intently.
"Mine were fine, very long." Armin says, leaning his head on Jeans shoulder.
"Fine. I'm tired." You say, looking over your shoulder once more out of habit at this point.
"Dumb, stupid business courses are full of dickheads." Eren complains, sitting with his back against the wall and his arm on the back of his chair. Completely turned to you.
"Why are you even in business courses? Aren't you a sociology major?" You ask, turning to him and tilting your head.
"Poli-sci minor requires it." He pouts.
"You gonna get anything to eat?" You ask quietly to him as Jean starts talking about his art class he had that day. Something about how he hates carrying everything for it all the way there and back.
"Mmmmaybe. They usually don't have good shit though." He grumbles.
"Well, you want me to come look with you while I maybe… grab some coffee?"
"That would be your third today." He leans forward, his brown hair cascading in front of his face.
"Lucky guess." You roll your eyes and pout a little at him calling you out. "Go get food."
He stands up, walking away from the table silently. You pull out your phone and see the guy you had been talking to had texted you a bit ago confirming your date tonight.
"You've got a smile, who are you texting?" Jean asks.
"Their new boyfriend." Mikasa teased, already leaned over your shoulder to read your messages.
"Hey! Mind your own business." You chide, hiding your phone screen from her.
"What's his name?" Armin asks.
"I'm not telling. Every time I do one of you scares him off." You shove your phone in your pocket.
"Boooo." Sasha says with a mouth full of food. Eren comes back and grabs his stuff.
"Nothing good here. Gonna go back to my dorm." He mumbles, leaving without time for anyone to bid him a goodbye.
After a little bit you have to hurry to class, a boring english class you had already known everything from in high school. You sit in the back with the crossword pulled up on your computer.
You were happy Paradis was a small private college, most of the classrooms looked nothing like the lecture halls you pictured for your college experience. You had actual tables, and space for your stuff. Not to mention rolling chairs.
Every answer you typed in to your crossword felt like you were being judged for it, yet no one in this small room could see your computer screen.
Once your professor was done lecturing for the day, leaving everyone to do some work on their computers for the essay you had finished the second she assigned it, you pack your things and leave.
The paranoia got worse when you had to deal with getting out of your class at the same time as everyone else, walking in the large crowd of people to get out the door or to your next class was awful.
You always felt like you were being followed no matter where you went.
You walk the long way, down the back stairs and to the back door of Rose Hall, in between that and another building. There was a small bench there, probably hasn't had visitors in years but you enjoyed this less crowded walk less. You walk to your dorm hall, preparing for the insane ritual you had created just to get into your room.
First you walk in through the door, then you take the elevator up two floors, then you get on the other one to go down a floor. Then you walk up the stairs that open right next to your dorm room.
You had started this because there was a long haired guy who apparently lived on the same floor as you who you did not want to ride in an elevator with. You think his name was Connor or something. All you know is that he was in one of Eren's business courses.
You unlock your door, slipping in and shutting it behind you quickly.
You had until 4:30 and then you had another class. But at least you could relax a little more in your dorm room. No one could get in without you or your roommate letting them in.
You get ready to leave a bit early, realizing just how hungry you are. You swing open your door and a brightly colored rectangle catches your vision. It was a bright red envelope with nothing but a heart written on it.
Fuck, again?
You rip it off the door, the tape coming easily, and shove it in your pocket. You walk to the library where your ASL class was and walk up the stairs to the small isolated convenient store located in the building.
Scanning and paying for what you want, you duck into the empty classroom waiting for your class to start.
You pull out the letter from your pocket, you don't even want to read it. Morbid curiosity gets the better of you and you flip open the top. It wasn't sealed.
In there are two pieces of lined paper, and two Polaroids. You carefully take the lined paper out first, unfolding it.
Two full pages of scratchy hand writing.
My love, my everything. You don't appraciate appreciate me like I do you. One day you will. You are perfect in every way. The way you lean so close to the table when taking notes, the way you purse your lips when you are really focused. My favorite however is how you are always looking around to try and find me. You never will, but I love it still. It makes me feel happy loved. I do so much for you that you dont notice and every time I want to slaughter them all. I wish you would notice everything I do for you. One day I will make you notice. I love everything about you, and soon you will love me too. I wish to hold you all day everyday, and one day I will. I hate it when you dont love me back. All these guys you keep talking too, one day soon I will you will learn better than to do that.
The rest of the page was similar scratchy handwriting scrawling the entire page front and back. The second page however…
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I will kill for you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I will kill for you. I love you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I will kill for you. I love you.
You fold up the paper and put it back in the envelope, taking out the pictures now.
Your stomach lurched and you slam them down on the desk face down.
"You okay?" A voice sounds from the other side of the classroom. You hadn't noticed them walk in.
"Oh, yeah sorry."
"No worries, you ready for the test?" They ask. Fuck.
"Shit, I forgot about that." Admittedly you had the best grade in the class since they put you in 101 but still you liked to be prepared.
"Good luck." You smile at them and wish them the same thing.
You pick the pictures back up. Were these taken today? You check your outfit and hair, definitely taken today.
The first a picture of you in your class earlier playing the crossword. When you had picked up your phone to text the guy you were having dinner with again.
The second, you in the cafe after Armin had gotten there. Him with your water cup pressed to his lips in the picture.
Your class friend Ellie sits next to you and gives you a smile. "How are you?"
"Uh… eh. Still dealing with the guy." She was the only person you had told about your stalker. It felt good to tell someone you never see around campus.
"Really? He hasn't given up yet?" She asks, pulling out her computer with a pink case on it.
"Nope, gotten worse."
"And campus security hasn't done anything?" She asks logging in to the lock-down software we have to use for these tests.
"Nope. I doubt they will." You say pulling out your own computer.
Your professor walks in and everything after was just like every other day. You left early after finishing your test, walking to your dorm room to get ready for your date.
You left as soon as you were ready. Being on campus gives you the creeps you'd rather be walking somewhere half an hour early than you needed to.
You had met this guy in the library on campus, he asked to sit with you in a study room and you got to talking. He seemed somewhat bitter when you first sat with him, but after a little he really warmed up. If anything he was just a bit overconfident in his abilities.
You sat in a coffee shop next to the restaurant until it was acceptable early. You walk inside and up to the hostess.
"Hi!" Before you could say anything else you heard his voice.
"Both early then." He laughs and steps next to you. He sorts out the seat with a reservation and you are lead to the table.
"Hi Porco. How was your day?" You ask after he pushes your chair in for you.
"Was great since I get to be here with you." He smiles at you, you can't help but smile at his stupid line. "How was your day?" He asks.
"I had this to carry me through." You take a sip of your water. Your shoulders were a little more relaxed now that you were off campus.
He ordered wine for the both of you and conversation flowed the entire night. You told him at one point how you hated living on campus.
"We don't have classes tomorrow, you can stay at my place if you want." The wine helps you not weight this option as much as you should.
"Really?"
"Yeah of course."
"Okay then."
You leave with him after he pays and you walk towards his apartment. It's a quick walk and he lets you in.
"The bedroom is down that hallway, so is the bathroom. You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch." He offers.
"Oh, but I don't want to take your bed."
"No no, I insist. Clean sheets and everything." He says grabbing a pillow and blanket and putting it on the couch.
You wake up to a thunk in the living room, turning to your side and grabbing your phone. Dead. You decide to take a peek outside the room to check if he was okay.
You crack the door open, sticking your head out of it as you tried to get a good read on what time it was from the light in the living room.
It was dark, a small blue hue on everything the window light touched. Was that rug always there? It looked black, a noticeable contrast to the rest of the decorations of the apartment— you'd have noticed if it was there when you walked in wouldn't you?
"Porco?" You whisper, another thunk sounds from just beyond your view of the living room.
You step out his room, quiet and slow— deliberately slow. Creeping down the hallway as you get a better look at the "rug" you could barely see. It looked like it was growing, no longer entirely black but you couldn't make out the color in this light.
You turn your head before the sound registers, very labored breathing. A shaky inhale and exhale through the throat that sounded like a zombie sound effect. Your date was halfway off the couch; holding his neck as the same color as the "rug" covered his hands.
Holy fuck its blood. You realize, taking a step back as the blood in your body ran so cold you felt frozen in place.
"Shit." You hear a voice say behind you before a towel is placed on your face. You can't even think to fight it. Your brain is screaming at you to yell, fight back, run, anything but you're stuck.
Your shoulders hurt, a stabbing pain that your body can no longer dull enough for your grogginess to ignore. You sniffle a little as you try to wake yourself up, a damp mildew like smell fills your senses as you start to look around.
Blank concrete walls, a drain in the middle of the room's floor. Seemingly one door in front of you. No locks.
Where the fuck were you?
You try to pull your arms from the position hurting your shoulders so but cannot. Something yanks at your wrist urgently. You try to turn your body to see it; your arms propped behind you on a chair. You try to change your footing on the cold concrete floor but feel the same tug.
Rope. You're tied here.
Where the fuck were you?
The overwhelming rush of wanting to just be back in your own dorm room hits you. You try to thrash around in the chair to free yourself but cannot.
A click sounds from the other side of the door. Then another, then another. You loose track of just how many you hear before the door open to Eren.
"Eren! Thank fuck, what is happening?" You ask, looking at the door's locks on the outside. Holy shit, seven? All different kinds of locks too.
"Let me explain, darling." He kneels down in front of you.
"Kay just get this rope off first." You nod towards your feet tied to the chair. His hair down for the first time in a while, his hands on his knees stained a bit pinker thank normal.
"Can't do that, darling. You'd just try to run." He says, standing up and taking a step closer to you. Brushing his hand against your cheek.
"What? Eren. Where are we?" You move your head away from his hand, upset he isn't explaining at such a dire moment like this. You were trapped and he wasn't helping at all.
"You're home now. Well… below it. I made this room in the basement for you to adjust to your new life in." He says walking to your right and sitting himself on a tiny bed in the room.
"The fuck do you mean new life?" You turn as best you can to face him— only really being able to turn your head; no doubt creating a crick in your neck for later.
"Darling, it took you too long to notice. I want to give you everything in life. I love you." Your stomach lurched. The letter that was taped to your door flashed through your mind. Eren's handwriting looks just about that bad.
"Eren. You have to listen to me, I need you to untie me for my safety. I have a stalker an-"
"I don't like being called that!" He yells, you jump and close your mouth. Oh shit. "I love you, I do everything to keep you safe."
"Putting a letter by my door doesn't keep me safe." You turn your head to the door in front of you again, nauseous at the sight of what you thought was a close friend.
"Putting the letter on your door were to make you notice all that I've done for you. You said you liked getting love letters from people."
"People I'm dating not some crazy stalker!" You yell watching as he shoots up to stand.
"Don't fucking call me that!" He stood over you now, your whole body as tense as it could be. "I'm your soulmate. Your one and only. Got that?"
"The fuck did you do to Porco?" You ask, remembering the scene you had seen before everything went blank in your memory.
"What he fucking deserved for trying to get close to what is mine." He grits his teeth, leaning down to be centimeters away from your face. "I love you." His voice is stern, not that of love but control and demand.
"Untie me."
"Not until you do what I want." He stands there, waiting. "You say it to all of our friends so why can't you say it now?" You stay silent. Maybe it could end all of this but if you try to say it the bile in your throat would rise.
It feels like eternity that he stands there, your mouth filling over and over again with saliva as you try to push it down. Finally he walks to the door.
"Fine. Just means you stay in here longer." He slams the door before you hear each and every one of the clicks locking it again.
Your brain starts moving faster than ever. How the fuck does he have a place like this, doesn't he live on campus? No he moved off before this semester because he got a really cheap place. It's a house? That or you are in the basement of an apartment complex, but then someone was bound to notice the door with every kind of lock on it right? You had to hope.
That hope slowly died as more and more time passed and your heart raced.
If you say it he will let you out, right? Just say it. You've said it to him before. But he seemed disgusted at you saying it to him before when leaving your dorm late one night after watching a movie.
You felt your chest heave with each breath, the cold lines on your face only register as tears when you feel one fall off your face and into your lap. You look down seeing clothes you do not remember ever putting on.
Your stomach retches at the realization they aren't your clothes but the man you once called one of your best friends. The fuck else did he do to you?
You eventually cry yourself to sleep you guess by the fact the next time you open your eyes you are laying on the bed in the room.
Your arm attached to the bedpost with a long chain. Surely not enough to reach the door. You could probably only reach the drain.
You realize why you woke up as you sit up. The door was creaking open to Eren standing there with food for you.
"Our friends are asking about you. It would be so much easier for you if you gave me what I wanted."
"What sick lie did you tell them?" You ask as he sets the tray of food down on the foot of the bed.
"You needed some time away. Don't worry I forged the documents for your classes too. You are in a hospital for a bad mental state until I say otherwise." He walks over, kissing you on the forehead before leaving the room.
Fuck. His dad was a doctor there's no doubt he did forge those documents. Probably with his help.
You have no clue how long you are in there for. All you know was it was long enough for your hair to get disgustingly dirty. And for you to start seriously. contemplating telling him what he wanted.
It wasn't like you didn't love him, he did so much for you your entire friendship.
Some sick part of you was flattered he cared this much for you. The sick part of you that would stay up thinking about what you would do if he came into your room while you were laying down. The sick part that wondered how he felt inside of you.
That sick part grew everyday little by little. Each time he gave you a book you wanted to read, each time he gave your head a kiss, each time he would stare at you as you did anything in the room.
He would often come down and sit on the chair to do his homework or study. Just existing in the room with you silently.
You had started to fight the urge to give in and say it, almost slipping up a few times. And he knew. There was no way he didn't know. There was a camera in the room after all.
Who knows how many times your body has betrayed you in your sleep as your body rutted itself against the mattress. The shame you always wake up with after is overwhelming.
"I love you." He stares into your eyes as he says it. He always does, to prove his love for you.
"I love you too, Eren." You whisper without thinking anymore. He stares blankly at you, his hand twitching at his side.
"I know. I watch you. Constantly." His hand touches your cheek, then trails down to hold your neck to keep you looking up at him. Your cheeks flush pink and you try to look away from him.
"I love you." He repeats, his voice still as hard as the first time he said it to you in here. His control was love, and you didn't realize that at first.
His hand trails down to the waist band of the pants he had put on you. He pulls them down agonizingly slow as he lays on his stomach between your legs. Tossing the pants off the bed before he takes a long sniff of the panties he had left you in. He tugs them off and stuffs them into his pocket before burying his face.
Licking, sucking and biting like a madman. Each time your legs tensed around his head he would groan into you.
Whining whenever you would pull his hair.
Rutting his hips into the bed as you said his name over and over again before you came.
Your whole body feeling like TV static as you repeated "I love you" over again before your brain became pure mush.
When he finally pulled back you were sore and twitching, barely able to open your eyes and completely soaked from the combination of his spit and you.
Eren shakily gets up from the bed, a sticky stain adorning the front of his pants and a part of your bed as he walks out of the room with your panties in his pocket.
Soon you start to sleep in his room without the clunky chain around your wrist. Doing a few online classes here and there, mainly staying at home for him.
His room was covered in pictures of you, things you had given him and of course his prized possession your panties hung right above his bed.
He took your phone to get into your dorm room. No doubt lying to your roommate in the process. But coming home with more of your things to put in his room.
Emptying his drawers to keep your clothes in his room, the way he started replacing the pictures of you with pictures of the pair of you two now. Usually ones he took of you fucked out of your mind.
"Darling, you said you wanted to go back to real classes?" He questioned, tilting his head as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom.
"I just… I don't want an online Uni degree, you know? In person looks so much better. Plus I miss our friends." You confess, worried of his reaction. He was an overbearing boyfriend after all.
"Well… how will people know you're mine?" He questions.
"I can wear a ring." You offered.
"That just proves you're someones. Not mine." He walks into the room, laying down on the bed between your legs again. You had quickly learned that wearing pants around the house was pointless, if anything more hassle.
He lapped away at you like he does every day. As you try to reason with him to leave the apartment sometime, each word you say spurring him on even more to make sure you couldn't talk by the end.
He pushed his tongue in and out, his nose hitting you perfectly as your words turned into a love confession like they did every time.
Tears pricked your eyes at pleasure as he pushed in, his tip sticky and sensitive already. His mouth on yours, his tongue so deep in your mouth his teeth were against yours. His arms wrapped around you; holding you so tight if he could climb in your chest he would.
Once you were a twitchy puddle of nothing, he walked away. Coming back with a knife, flipping you over.
You felt a dull pain on your lower back as you barely stayed conscious in bed with him. Finally you felt him wrap his arms around you tightly as he stoked your hair, laying you on his chest. His name carved deep into your skin and your body in his arms. Just like it was meant to be.
(Person from earlier yan eren request hello!) I would personally prefer a part two for the drabble (if thats possible) :o but really Im up to anything like a new story or part two for the other story!! Or literally anything that motivates you more :]
