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TW: FLASHING LIGHTS (SENSORY OVERLOAD AND/OR EPILEPSY )

❝ 𝓨ou 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer! 𝓑lood spiller, mentality much iller (𝓐-houw!) 𝓣han you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams! 𝓨ou'll feel his pain in his silent screams . . . ❞

◟♯ . ─ BAMBII / LEE . . . 9teen , black , goth/scenemo , she/they , angry blond lover , multifandom blog , writer ˎˊ˗

when writing , i always have a black reader in mind, specifically a black fem reader! (but others can read my works too). my asks/request are always open unless i state they are closed! I DO NOT USE GENERATIVE A.I ON MY WRITINGS!! please do not copy or feed my works into A.I. !!

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𐔌 . ⋮ © ɘthereal '26 ❤︎.ᐟ ֹ ₊꒱

TATSU heard the door as he quickly sat down in the chair. “ta-chan, i'm home!” you called out to him as you closed the door, taking off your heels as jin greets you by the door. you picked him as he purred against your face. tatsu was sitting in the living room’s corner all menacing, because you were aware of his past; you weren't really sure what was wrong. placing the little furball down, you nervously walked up to him “tatsu, you ok? what happened?” he immediately got on his knees, holding the broken figure screaming “i messed up your favorite figurine and it broke! i must repay with something else that's valuable” he plants his down flat on the carpet and starts playing pinfinger at a very fast pace. “STOP IT! IT'S REALLY FINE!!” he didn't make eye contact as he kept going “no, it isn't. i know that figurine meant a lot to you and i don't know how to-” you kicked the sharp object of his hand, getting on your knees and cupping his face. his hair being all messy and his glasses were tilted. you tuck some of your bob behind your ear “it's ok, really it is. i can always replace it” he removed your hand and held them “nah, i'll replace it. for your honor” you flushed a little after the man spoke.

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the walk back home was quiet, besides the small conversations and other people walking. after tatsu bought you the figure and a couple of other things, you were completely in bliss.

𐔌 . ⋮ © ɘthereal '26🦌❤︎.ᐟ ֹ ₊꒱

a slightly awkward drunk confession ⋆✴︎🥃˚｡⋆

cw: m. black reader, 2000s!marshall, queer!reader, queer!marshall, you share a blunt because it's cute lolz, fluff, soft!marshall, soft!reader, est. relationship, 600+ wc

NOW PLAYING: pretty boy by the neighborhood 

he busts through the front door of the bar you were at. “jesus, what the fuck [❤︎]?!” you wobbly turned to the blond “heyyyy, marshy!”

the blond man had a little pink on his cheeks when you called him that. he rolled his eyes and began to help you out of the booth.

“c'mon, can you get up?” he starts putting your arm over his shoulder, pulling you from the seat

“hey! how'd you get here? i didn't call youuu” you chortle at your nonsense, the blond frowning from his concern.

after struggling to pick you up, he was able to start pushing you out the main door. 

“you did call me, idiot! i drove all the way over here to pick you up. i told you not to do this shit” you pout again as he opened the passenger door for you and putting your jello like body in the seat, but he was gentle with you.

knowing how you get vulnerable when you're drunk. as he got in the car he heard sniffling.

“[❤︎], are you crying?”

“sniff. yes, because you care about me”

“i forgot you get real sensitive when you drink”

when you two got home and after safely putting you on the sofa, you were so clingy and touchy. you kept calling him to get stuff, some of the calls were to just annoy him.

and when you finally tired yourself out, he picked you up once more and carried you to the bedroom.

you quickly rose up from the little power nap you had saying to the blond. "i lovee you so much, m" you loopily kissed him as he placed you on the bed.

the next morning wasn't easy, you woke up marshall because you had a HUGE hangover headache and you felt nauseous 

you ended up hurling into his toilet, marshall winced as he held your locs away from the seat. 

“how much did you fucking drink last night, [❤︎]?”

“hic! i don't know, but i know i like– blacked out once or maybe twice”

“no shit, hold on. i'll be back” 

the blond walked into the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. “here” he gestured the bottle to you, you quickly took it and chugged it immediately. “baby, damn! slow down, man”

he lit a blunt and puffed the smoke out after. “don't ever do that shit again. your call made me feel like shit.” he gave the blunt to you, you cleared your throat. “you sure, i just vomited–” “just hit it” you inhaled from it too fast and you choke.

 “hah, dumbass! y'know you were cute last night. you kept rubbing up on me and kept asking for favors and kisses.”

“me? i would never do that with you, asshole!”

“[❤︎], i've been your boyfriend for a year and a half, don't say that shit to me”

“what else did i do that was embarrassing?”

“ well, heh, you confessed to me that you love me and always have”

he laughed at you as he moved away from the sink to noogie you “ahh marshall, stop!” he stopped and suddenly grabbed your cheeks"

but you were so adorable last night, baby” you had faux angriness on your face, you pushed him down on the bathroom floor and kissed him longingly.

when you pulled away from his lips, he frowned and said with an obvious red tint of embarrassment on his face “man, why'd you do that? i hated that” you snicker at his whining.

“ well, you didn't stop me and say that . . .so?” he rolled his eyes and tried playing off the kiss “a year and a half and you still get flustered from my kisses, loser”

he looked away from you, crossing his “shut up! no, i don't. screw off” you laughed at him again, kissing him on the cheek.

𐔌 . ⋮ © ɘthereal '26 🦌❤︎.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

a/n: i loved this idea and i hope i did it justice! i had multiple ideas for this, my brain was yelling out answers on what exactly i should write about. apologies in advance for taking a while to get it done!

𐔌 . ⋮ © ɘthereal '26 🦌❤︎.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

the beast lives, out of the raging storm ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

– gn. black reader, oc x reader, midwest emo environment, est. relationship, mentions of blood, werewolf!lucas, reader is kind of a hunter, 500+ wc

he tried to tell you. but sadly, you never listened. anxiously repeating apologetic words, cowering in blood of something faint but familiar he had consumed. he had never wanted you to see him like this.

his locs wet from the rain. torn, bloody clothing, not remembering what he had done but he knew it frightened you.

the cabin was utterly cold, silent and looming. you were shaking with the gun in your hand, you had only heard stories and tall tales of man turning into a beast but you didn't want to believe that it would be someone who you loved.

 he was shaking in his own skin, his nails being apparent as he held his hands up in surrenderance. soaking in his misery.

“p-please– [❤︎], don't shoot! it's me . . .”

he cried out to you, on his knees, pleading for his life.

“i swear, i will leave town and leave you alone” 

“what the fuck did you do? you never told me you were one of those . . .you lied–”

“i didn't lie, i tried telling you but you never listened. even if i did, you wouldn't believe me. now do you?”

the barrel gauge was on his chest. “get the fuck out of my house before i land a silver bullet in you.” his yellow amber eyes widened, head falling into his hands.

“leave town now. i can't risk this. you or me getting hurt”

you placed the gun on the bed, lowering yourself to his level. he looked at you, guilt laying heavily on him.

“at least . . .wash first, you look horrifying.”

his face lit up slightly, trying to kiss your lips but you stopped him by putting a hand on his chest.

“oh right. the whole blood shit . . .”

after his shower, he put on the pants and flannel you handed him.

“will i see you again?”

“not in this town, too many people are always looking for something to report or spread tales about . . . some of them being true”

he freezes as he sees you crossing your arms and staring at him through the mirror.

“i'm sorry i didn't properly tell you, but i tried”

“well, you should've tried harder. look who got hurt.”

“you don't think i'm hurt, i have to live with this! you don't!”

he loomed over you, growling. canines showing as he breathed angrily after talking to you. realizing how he might've looked, his gaze softened. 

“look– i'm”

“stop . . .”

“but–”

“just go, lucas”

he started walking to the door, but he turned around to kiss you knowing that would be the last he'd ever get to. 

“i love you . . .” you said against his lips, the words made him feel like utter shit.

he wanted to stay very badly, but he knows that if he does; the whole town will know of his damning secret. the decrease of forest life was because of him.

hunters in the town were becoming skeptical of if there was an actual werewolf roaming around in the thickets of small town’s greenery.

the townspeople would be completely right if they became aware of lucas and the beast that he is.

he tries walking out the door but you softly grab his arm “no matter what happens, don't look back and don't come back. they will hunt you down and kill you.”

lucas takes heed of your words, your hand letting him go as he walks out of your front door. the rain made him look like a sick puppy as he quickly glanced back at the cabin before making his way out of town, without a trace.

𐔌 . ⋮ © ɘthereal '26 🦌❤︎.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱