I like my men scary and teary-eyed

Plot: Vash wakes up from a nightmare about the world ending, comforted by your presence in his arms, but little does he know then that his world would end soon enough. Series: None Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader Rating: Teen + Tags: No use of "Y/N", Established Relationship, Slight Fluff, Hurt / Comfort /More Hurt, Angst, Character Death, Cuddling, Crying, Nightmares, Loss, Grief, works with every very version of Vash. Word count: 0.8k

Stalker Toby x Female!Reader

(Sorry for the long wait!!)

Fuck, you were beautiful. He loved you, you didn't know him, but he knew all about you, your little habits, your quirks, you. Toby couldn't fathom why he felt this way, he had dated casually before, but it was never this serious, this dangerous.

You were the first non-proxy he ever had feelings for, so the possibility of Slenderman sending someone for your head haunted him.

His life had been boring, atleast he believed that once he got to know you, a hiker, after so long of only seeing familiar faces (and those of his victims) he got attached to you, you were normal, a normal he struggled to remember after years of working under Slenderman and having his hands tainted with the blood of many.

He watched you from afar, fearing repercussions for his feelings, as well as making you another woman he fucks over the life of, like his mom, or his sister.

Brown eyes followed wherever you went, even when he was busy, he somehow managed to keep tabs on your whereabouts (listening in on conversations and context clues were a big help.), the riskiest move he ever made was breaking sneaking into your home while you were away and feeling your comfort, your normal, snatching some of your shirts to sleep with like a creep.. and maybe, possibly, killing all the dates you managed to get because he didn't feel like sharing, he never blamed you though, of course you'd get so many dates with your beauty, but you were his, so he let you go on the dates, see you get all dolled up and then butcher the bastard.

Toby saw you get sad, thinking you were being ghosted again, that made him feel guilty, he wanted to scoop you up and pamper you with gifts and kisses and love, but he couldn't, and that ate him alive.

Today you were on a hike through a path you saw online, in the woods a few hours from your house. You packed up a lighter bag, still bringing along essentials such as water and a first aid kit, the day was bright and sunny and you were pretty stoked to go on the walk.

The sun was burning you big time, even with sunblock and a hat the shiny fucker stung you so bad. Besides that, the day was beautiful, soft rustles of leaves and the crunch of dry ones underfoot. He saw you walk, something common which most humans do almost automatically, but on you, anything would look hot as hell in his eyes. A big smile grew on his face, he wished to be there with you.

Crack! A stick, a fucking stick gave him away. You jumped slightly, turning towards the noise, assuming it was some poor animal, nope, a grown ass man. He stood not far from the trail, a bit hidden behind some trees, he was slightly hunched, which barely altered his huge stature, he was twitchy (maybe withdrawal?), messy curls and a shocked look adorned his features. "Oh, hey! You okay?" You waved at him, speaking a bit too high because this was kind of awkward.

His brain yelled at him to react, respond totally normally then wish to die from how weird he probably made your day. "Uhh..." This man is an idiot, he had no clue what to say. "Uh-uh." He finally said something! Give this guy a prize omg. "Toby, I'm Toby, uhm Y- uhm, what's your name?" Oh hell, he almost slipped up, if he could sweat, he most definitely would be sweating like crazy right now. "Y/N. Why are you in the woods?" "Drinking." He said a bit too quick, seemingly having that answer pre-selected in his brain. Spoiler alert! Toby hates alcohol.

Normally, women would be freaked out in situations like these, and for a valid reason, but you were just too tired for this, you were sunburnt, you've had a heavy-ass bag destroy your spine for a while, you were sweaty and you had a pocket knife, so if he tried anything, someone would lose some eyes.

"Suure... You want water?" A hoodie in this heat was something either brave or dumb. He nodded and you took off your bag to toss him a bottle of water. He fumbled to catch the bottle, he looked cute, wait, what? Okay, the heat is definitely taking your nerves and any shyness away. "Want to go on a walk with me?" You get your phone out and invite Toby over, he walked over with some hesitation.

You both walked the way back, your motivation to walk further having lessened, it was mostly quiet, except for the ocasional sounds and words said and done by Toby, which honestly made you more curious about him, but you kept quiet and looked around, the place was still pretty to walk through.

Both of you were close to the entrance of the trail, and you decided to say something. "Toby, you look like a good kid. Please go back home, your mom is probably worried sick wondering where you are." He did not look like he had his own house so you decided to say what felt right, which made him stop in his tracks, you stopped and turned to look back at him. "Are you okay?" Toby took a few silent steps close to you, which made you feel slightly threatened so you took some back. Then he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.

"Thank you..." He mumbled shakily.

After that, you left, Toby went off to do something he hadn't done in a while, all because you made his guilt lessen a little bit. He went off to see his mom from afar. It took a whilr to find her, but she looked happier, her eyes had that sparkle back. She had a new husband that actually treated her well and they lived in a new house with a big dog.

⋮ sailor moon • mamoru chiba.

“Crying in the Chapel” by The Orioles x Trigun (1998)

Loooooooong overdue but it’s finally here!! I’ve had this piece of Rem in my W.I.P.s for almost a YEAR so I’m more than happy that it’s finally out.

Hypnotic suggestions from being mind controlled persist after the controller’s death, causing the victim to occasionally take actions to support the cause of a mind flayer cult that no longer exists.

Repeated demonic possession has left the patient with permanent gaps in their soul’s defenses, causing them to immediately get re-possessed if they go outside a consecrated area.

Post-resurrection trauma as the revived soul remembers an unpleasant afterlife.

Curse of bad luck - makes any small illness or injury potentially fatal if not treated with anti-curse in addition to anti-infection procedures

Magical reliance on a magical or nonmagical substance - can have any number of side effects

Repeatedly being drunk by vampires can cause an increase in blood production and therefore high blood pressure and related ailments. Can be treated by blood letting.

There’s a lot of hybridization happening in a lot of fantasy settings, and that’s just asking for a lot of people with weird half-dragon genetic disorders. Works out fine for some people, not so much for others.

Parasitized by (insert creature here). If you don’t take the correct precautions to keep it dormant it will continue to spread and eventually hatch out/transform you.

Repeated contact with the undead has left you open to their influence - leading to hearing or seeing things that other mortals can’t, which can distort or distract from more mundane concerns.

Alternately to being more vulnerable to intrusion, one’s soul can form a scar that makes helpful magic more difficult to take in.

Sleep disorders that make one fall into an impenetrable sleep at a specific trigger, or to do so for years at a time.

Out of phase with 4D space, one’s body not connected to itself or anchored in place/time in the usual way. There could be a consistent two hour gap between the things you hear and what has happened, you might clip into the floor as if it was in a different place for you, or you might slide through the material plane in cross section.

Intermittent intangibility.

Split into two people, each with only half your traits.

the forgotten dread: memory modification magic has caused the subject’s conscious mind to forget some past trauma, but their subconscious still remembers, causing them emotions that they cannot explain or justify ranging from mild discomfort to blind panic when presented with triggers related to the aforementioned trauma. often encountered in cases where the subject has paid an unscrupulous mage to make them forget their past as an ill-advised alternative to therapy.

Psychically Transmitted Memories: the subject’s mind has been linked to another person’s and, although the bond has since been severed, they have retained memories or thought patterns from the other person that are difficult to distinguish from their own.

Negative Life Syndrome (previously “False Life Syndrome”): seen most often in cases when the subject is exposed to dark magic while in the womb, Negative Life Syndrome leaves the subject’s life energies tainted by undeath without making them truly undead. common symptoms include intolerance of radiant magic, aversion to sunlight, and the inability to set foot on hallowed ground; rare symptoms include healing from negative energies, sudden necrosis, and the desire to eat flesh or drink blood of living beings.

lycanthropy

Awareness of too many dimensions makes it difficult to interact with just this one - either to keep track of conversations, or walk to specific locations without ending up on another planet instead

Telekinetic psychosis - delusions tend to physically affect those around you (but HIGH chance for ableism in this one!)

you have flare-ups where your skin tends to slough off and be replaced by some other substance

After sharing life energy with a dying loved one, you’re now both trying to survive off one person’s supply. Like chronic fatigue, but if your loved one gets too big of a bruise you won’t have the energy to get up until it heals

living in reverse

stuck at a certain age

supersenses lead to constant overstimulation