#i still have other stuff to finish but this came out of nowhere. i promise im still working on ssss stuff guys

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cyno my love

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Reader in Yandere! HOTD 4

Hi lovelies 💕 Sorry for not updating fast enough, I was in the middle of an exam week so I tried my best to update. Here's part four, hopefully I can finish the requests and asks in my inbox before starting on pt. 5! Enjoy :)

‌Seeing all of your family member standing there was surreal for you. Your father was nowhere to be seen but Daemon said that he's busy with other businesses.

‌You ignored the growing suspicion inside of you, not wanting to look uneasy when such a happy atmosphere was engulfing the family.

‌Yesterday the servants helped you pack your stuff with Ser Criston Cole guarding. You don't know the man too much, but it seemed he's close with the royal family, especially Queen Alicent's family. Now standing next to your step-mother, gone was the calm and soft look he gave you yesterday. Instead it was replaced with a hard and cold gaze as your step-mother walks slowly to you.

‌She smiled at you, but it always looks the same. Tense, not reaching her eyes, just for formality. But now you noticed an underlying fear in her eyes as she placed a small box in your hands. "Take this. It seems I have...overstepped my boundaries."

‌You tilted your head in confusion. Never once was she rude to you, so you're mentally asking yourself why she's acting this way. But before you could ask her, Rhaenyra placed her hand on your shoulder, turning you around as your step-mother was escorted away by guards.

‌"How are you, my child? It seems that lady has given, or to be more exact returned one of your belongings."

‌"Mine?" You asked before opening it. It was one of the many necklaces your step-mother wore. You remembered your father giving her this for her name day, but why was this given to you? "Why did she gave me this necklace?"

‌Rhaenyra sighed, brushing away locks of your hair behind your ear. "It's far too complicated of a story to tell my child. Let's just say that your mother was...still is my most cherished friend. Losing her is one of my most deepest regrets, and I will not lose you too."

‌You nodded, playing with your fingers as you listened to Rhaenyra. It seemed that your mother was very close to the royal family, but it's still a mystery to you. "Why? Why was she close to you?"

‌"Because she has always been with me even before my mother died. I would like to tell you all of the stories, but now is not the time. When you arrive, then I'll tell you stories about your mother," Rhaenyra smiled before pushing the box to you. "Keep this safe [Name]. It's a gift from your mother before she died."

‌Now that caught your attention, glancing back at the necklace before nodding to Rhaenyra. She hugged you before ushering you away to get ready to leave. You look back towards your siblings, all standing there with nervous looks. You didn't feel sad for leaving them, maybe you'll miss their presence but you know you'll be friends with people. You raised your hand slowly before waving at them, walking backwards before getting ready to leave.

‌The family decides for you to travel using Corlys ship before you try to ride a dragon, claiming it was too dangerous if you have no experience. You did see them in the distance, feelin in awe at their presence and size. Daemon promised he'll help you get used to riding dragons when they'll be back, maybe even letting his daughters help you when they claimed their own dragons.

‌Corlys beamed with happiness as he ushered you to his ship, flaunting it as he explained the history and the significance. It was very interesting to you as you looked around, asking questions here and there to quell your curiosity. Rhaenys soon came along, who chided her husband for already overwhelming you too much. But you reassured her that it's fine, that it's very interesting for you to learn.

‌You heard Rhaenys mumbling something along the lines of 'Always curious, just like her mother.' You kept quiet though, not wanting to take your eyes off the sea as the ship sailed away.

‌Turns out, it was truly boring for you to see only sea everywhere you look. You huffed as you sat down next to Rhaenys. You remembered the box of necklace in your small bag, grabbing it before putting it on the table. "I want to know my mother, please?"

‌Rhaenys chuckled before lowering her book. "What do you want to know? It seems that you're almost bursting because of the questions inside your head."

‌You opened the box. "I want to know her relationship with you, all of you. My father told me she died in childbirth, but it seemed it was all lies. He never told me about her house, her family, anything. I've never been so...interested with her life before any if you came along."

‌Rhaenys smiled softly at you. "Your mother is special to all of us because many different reasons. For me, it was because your mother was always fighting and being a brave little thing. Not wanting to back down from a challenge. Yet she still kept her grace as a lady. She grew close to my family after she grew close to Viserys and Rhaenyra."

‌You bit your lip. So your mother had a very close relationship with the family for a long time. It seemed that they cherished her so much, yet they never knew much about her death. "What about her death? Did she run away from all of you?"

‌Rhaenys looked away, face growing tense. It was quiet for a long time, only the crackling fire from the candle was heard. "Your mother's house was not a well known one. One day it collapsed because the Lord was not managing it very well. Your mother was sent away to marry your father to pay the Lord's debt."

‌You grimaced about the fate of your mother. Rhaenys exhaled softly before continuing. "It was shocking news for all of us. We went to ask the Lord of the house for her whereabouts but he vanished into thin air. We searched for her all the time yet we never succeeded. We only knew about your whereabouts because a servant came forward, claiming that your mother was living amongst them."

‌"Amongst...them?" You frowned. Odd choice of words, but maybe the servant chose the wrong words to tell that your mother was still living.

‌"Tell me," Rhaenys tapped her fingers on the table. "Have you ever met a servant rushing around to work with you or near you?"

‌You looked away, trying to remember if any servants did that. Most of them kept their distance with you, only a few came to your aid sometimes. You shook your head, glancing back at Rhaenys.

‌"It seemed you have forgotten about a certain maid that once came to your help when you cried in the gardens?"

‌Your heart stopped, looking back at Rhaenys in suspicion. How did she know about that incident? You cried there because you were tired of living there as if your a burden. That was back then before you accepted your fate, maybe when the birth of your new sibling was still new. You cried in the gardens at night because no one was there. Until a servant came up and comforted you with kind words and given you a few snacks. You don't remember her face, but you did remember how close your hair colour was with each other.

‌"You're not—you don't mean..." You stammered nervously as you played with the box.

Rhaenys nodded. "That servant was your mother, [Name]. She escaped from her room before she was inevitably killed by your father."

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♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 17 - Y/n’s Youngluv era>>>

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

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 You put your phone down finishing up your business on Twitter. Sitting on the couch as your mc partners got their clothes/makeup touched up, you looked down at your hands nervously fiddling with the black arms warmers you had on.

“All done!” One of the makeup artists said allowing Kai to stand from the chair. He looked over at Jisung who was chatting with one of his members that came along today so he decided to not join that conversation. That left you

The aura in the room was quiet everyone doing their job in silence. Your leg bounced up and down, you were nervous and discouraged. After the MC special stage, you felt like you had fumbled it not being able to hold Kai’s shoulder in the bridge even though you were center. instead, your hand hovered awkwardly over his back nowhere near his shoulder where your other arm sat perfectly over Jisung’s shoulders. Easy to say you were disappointed with yourself and now you had to get ready for the MC introduction.

Kai secretly looked over at you. You hadn’t spoken since the incident of last night, both of you only talking to Jisung but not each other. This awkwardness resulted in the three of you not doing a practice run before the actual stage, even though y’all did well it wasn’t as fun and natural as when at rehearsals.

Although he’s only known you for two weeks, he does know you take pride in your dancing and tend to be self-critical. Also, you looked like a sad puppy messing with your arm warmer.

He sighed and walked over to you sitting on the same couch (just on the other side). This made you stiffen up, still feeling embarrassed for what had happened. This was odd, you always seem to find a way to start a conversation, especially with Kai but there you were lips sealed.

Kai lowkey felt bad, I mean he’s never gone raving about his celebrity crush to his friends but he does know what it’s like to feel embarrassed plus you messed up on stage. He just felt like he needed to reassure you.

“You did really well” his voice startled you but eventually you relaxed. You sighed taking your face into your hands “Don’t lie to me” a muffled voice came from your hands.

You peeked through your fingers to see Kai giving you a soft smile. You sat up a bit tucking a long piece of fringe behind your ear “Thanks but I know I could’ve done better” You returned a smile but it came out rather lopsided. “There’s always next time” he said with a chuckle and you followed but it quickly died down.

“Hey Kai, I’m sorry about the whole Soobin thing. It probably made you uncomfortable-“ but Huening Kai waved you off “No it’s completely fine,” he said nonchalantly “Really?”

He nodded “I guess I kinda overreacted calling you creepy and stuff” You raised a brow “You called me creepy?” But he just ignored you and continued on “But it’s pretty cool to know that you’re an actual fan of us… well I hope all of us” You giggled

The whole green room looked over at you and Kai seeing you giggle. It was the the aura of the room completely switched up being more livelier, the staffs were talking and joking around, Ji and his member Chenle spoke a bit louder and somehow the music that was playing in the background sounded more prominent. Even Kai could’ve sworn he saw the flowers bloom outside.

He smiled finally understanding the power of your smile or laugh

He wanted more of it

“I promise it’s all of you” you joked covering your smile with your hand “well not in a crazy way I swear, and I won’t fan girl in front of you”

He nodded “you don’t have to, I’m fine it”

“Plus what kinda a friend would I be if you couldn’t be yourself around me”

You felt your cheeks heat up “you’re my friend?” You questioned while he looked over at you like you were dumb “well yeah I thought you-“

You stood up “YAY!!” Throwing yourself over kai engulfing him in a hug. Everyone look over shocked as you were practicing were on top of Kai. Even Hyuka was shook this being the first time you actually hugged him.

His hands froze under you “o-okay that’s enough” he tried to speak out but his red face caught a glimpse of Jisung over your shoulder “y’all cuddling without me?” The next thing you both knew a new weight was added on top.

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Eddie x cheerleader! The reader wanted Eddie to come to Watch her practice but his drug deal went little behind but he tries to make it up! And she says "your Lucky your hot"

11. "You're lucky you're hot." omg... my normally sweet cheerleader!reader has grown some sass. 🎂 other bday drabbles 🎂 masterlist / send me a message

Eddie always kept his promises. Or he had until today.

You had asked him this morning to come to practice after school today as you'd been practicing your tumbling routine and wanted to show him how all that hard work had paid off. He told you he'd be there. He promised.

At lunch you reminded him again. "You're coming to practice, right?"

"'course, baby girl. Wouldn't miss it for the world," he pulled you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're going to cheer practice? Are you even allowed?" Gareth asked, averting his gaze from the PDA going on between the couple.

"My girlfriend's the cheer captain, I can do whatever I want."

"Co-cheer captain, Eds."

"You're still one of the bosses. And I can't wait to see you kick everyone else's asses."

"Not how it works but thanks for the sentiment," you kissed his cheek and pointed at his apple. "Eat your fruit."

But cheer practice finally came, and he was nowhere to be seen. You figured he was just running late, and it was fine. You had to warm up anyway. Once you'd warmed up, you ran through the main routine a few times, making sure everyone was hitting their correct marks. When it came time to practice tumbles, it was clear Eddie wasn't coming.

You took your frustration out with flips and handsprings. After the first run through, your team mates clapped and cheered. Jessica said your finishes looked a lot cleaner than last time and Chrissy agreed that your double twist was looking tight. You ran through the combination four more times and when you had finally worn yourself out, you sat down on the mat to help the coach critique your team mates.

Practice was finishing in five minutes, and you were collecting your things when Eddie finally snuck his way through the gym doors. He spotted you almost immediately, an apologetic look on his face.

"Baby girl I'm so sorry."

"Sorry about what?" You feigned ignorance, pulling your cheer cardigan over your shoulders.

"I said I'd be here and I wasn't."

"You promised you'd be here, Eds. Promised."

"I know baby girl and I'm so sorry, I tried to get here, I really did but-"

"But what? What could of possibly been more important than showing up when I asked you so many times?"

"I was..." His voice dropped off into a whisper. "I kind of had this thing with O'Donovan."

Your eyes narrowed, and you whispered back, infusing as much annoyance into your words as you could. "You blew me off to deal drugs?"

"Like I said, I'm so sorry sweetheart. I thought it was going to be quick but then he went on and on about how his grandma's been sick and he just wouldn't shut up."

You could see how truly sorry he was from his pouty lips and wide eyes. "You really tried to be here?"

"I really did, baby girl. I know how important this was to you," you let him grab you by the hips and pull you against his body.

You sighed, "you're lucky you're hot."

"I'll make it up to you I promise."

"Oh believe me, you'll be making it up to me for a while."

- And with that, I've cleared my inbox of cheerleader!reader requests 🥺 kinda sad about it tbh... as always u can request more of her and Eddie, I really do love them! Next up we have rockstar!eddie and some joe quinn requests (and lots of other stuff in the pipeline too) Was it clear by this that all I know about cheerleading comes from the first season of Cheer on netflix?

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[luaspersona]

fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility. 

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures. 

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself. 

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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Part 1 || The Meeting

Dreamwastaken x Male reader

Summary: drista and her best friend from Germany (or any other country outside of usa) meet up for the first time and dream aka clay meets someone really interesting

Warning: swearing(?), fluff ,using of dreams real name

Note: Dream has siblings where we don't know the names so I will be leaving them out meaning dream and drista are the only children ♡

(H/c) -> hair color

(e/c) -> eye color

Y/n -> Your name

Y/ln -> Your last name

C/n -> Ceator name (twitch /gaming name/...)

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<< Dream's POV >>

It was a Monday morning got woken up by a phone call.

'who would call me this early in the morning?'I thought as I looked at the screen it read "Mom♡". I picked up and my mom started to speak: "Good Morning Clay, I have a question for you"

"Sure, mom what's up?" I answered tierdly not really understanding a thing she said

"You're sister is getting a visted from her best friend the one from Germany (or a Country outside of Usa). And my question is if you want to join us for somedays since her friend has an older brother her age maybe you could show him around?" my mom asked as if she would want to set me up with him. " ehh sure I guess when will they come?"

" Next weekend since then the holidays start and they would stay for 2 weeks" "okay" and with that that I hung up.

I got out of bed and got dressed as I walked down stairs I saw my two roommates in the kitchen fighting over something again.

"What are you two idiot's fighting over again?"

" over who gets to kiss you first what else?", George said with an laughter. I chuckled and made us all breakfast. While we ate I told them that I would we at my family's House for sometime because my mom asked me. "That's okay as long as you will be back in time for Mcc."

" Of course it probably will only be 4 days that I am away so" I said as I looked back up.

<<Time skip to Friday>>

I arrived at my mom's house I arrived a day early so I could settle in and help my Parents by getting the house ready for dristas guests. "Hello Clay it's great that you are here already. Drista come downstairs your brother is here!" , Mom called out to me and then to drista.

Drista ran down the stairs almost falling down. It made me chuckle bit as she came to hug me " Hello clay I missed you!"

"Haha I missed you too, drista" I said.

I got my stuff in my old bedroom as my mom came to me :" oh yeah honey I forgot to tell you over the phone the older brother of dristas friend will sleep here with you if that's okay for you"

"Sure it's fine I mean I wouldn't be staying for to long since I got an minecraft event to be at and Nick would kill me since I promised him to be back home by then" u said while opening my suitcase with my clothes and other things I needed. " oh that's sad I thought you would stay longer but you do you. Speaking of woild you and drista pick them up. I still have to get groceries for dinner they will be at the airport in 3 hours." With that I just nooded and finished putting my stuff away.

After 3hours finally past me and drista got to the airport.

" you know what they look like right?" " of course dummy one of them is my best friend!" Drista said as she looked around.

Outside of nowhere someone jumped on drista yelling her Name "Amyyy!!!" Drista said as she turned around and hug a girl with (hc) and blue eyes next to her was a taller guy with (hc) and (e/c) if i would guess he is about my height. "Hello." The guy infront of me said looking much more nervous than his looks would give off. "Hi. Eh we should get going. Mom is probaly already waiting on us." I said turning to drista. She just nodded and then got back to her convasation.

||Part 2->

[lizstaysinneverland]

I am trying to be more active on here again and get back into writing so I thought I could post my AO3 stuff here.

Please note that this has been written before Pomefiore chapter came out in Japan and I wrote this based on fan translations as the official English app wasn't released yet.

Trey spends too much time with Riddle to the point where he cancels your dates.

You get fed up with it and confront him about this.

You’re standing at the entrance of the movie theatre when your phone vibrates. Letting out a sigh, you take out your phone and read the message from Trey, “I am so sorry, Riddle asked me to help him with preparations for the next party and we are still nowhere near finished. I’m afraid I will have to postpone our date! I promise I’ll make it up to you tenfold next time.” 

This isn’t the first time he ditched you in favor of helping Riddle out with whatever he needed help with. In fact, he has always been all over Riddle, he was always there for Riddle, even if it meant not spending time with you. At first you didn’t mind, knowing they were friends and just recently started to hang out with each other again. However, it got worse the last few weeks, to the point it made you feel like Trey is dating him and not you. Having been let down yet again, you just went straight home.

Opening the door to Ramshackle dorm you called out for Grim, only to be greeted with silence. Great! The only time you actually need him by your side, he is out doing whatever shenanigans he may come up with. You let yourself fall into bed. As you were laying in bed your mind started to accelerate with negative thoughts. “What if Trey likes Riddle more?”, “Maybe he just played with you...No, that can’t be, he’s not a player....right?”, such thoughts came to your mind and you felt hot tears quietly run down your cheeks. Maybe it was better if you broke up with him, since you barely see each other anyway and you...you might be happier too, at least that is what you tell yourself. Some minutes pass of you rolling around in bed like a hermit, trying to figure out what to do. Finally being set on breaking up with him, you dry your tears and head for Heartslabyul. Arriving there, you find him in the living room sitting on a sofa with Riddle, seemingly showing the redhead something on a sheet of paper. Riddle’s expression shows genuine interest in what he says, all the while Trey is looking at him and wearing his warm smile, which you’ve grown to love and cherish. It makes your heart ache, witnessing both of them being so close with each other, apparently completely unbothered by the fact Riddle crushed your date plans once more. Seeing them like this made you feel jealous, they shouldn’t be sitting so close together, there is a lot of space on this sofa. You’re wondering why they feel the need to be so cozy with one another, before snapping back to reality. 

Catching your thoughts, taking a deep breath, you give yourself a final push and walk towards them. “Trey, we need to talk. Now.”, you demanded, not even bothering to be polite or hide your annoyed expression. Both look shocked but Trey complies and excuses himself. He suggests you two talk in his room. Both of you stay silent until his bedroom door closes. He slowly gets closer to you but stops when you step back. Several minutes pass with you opening and closing your mouth like a fish gasping for air before he decides to speak, not being able to hold in his worry anymore. “What is wrong? Are you okay? Did someone harm you?”, that’s when you broke down crying...And here you thought you already cried all your tears out back at Ramshackle dorm, guess you were wrong.

Trey’s protective instinct immediately kicks in, so he wraps his arms around you just for you to shove him away. Now he is at a loss of what to do, he isn’t used to being pushed away much less by you. You’ve never acted this way before. But he understands that you do not wish to be touched by him. He comes to the conclusion that he did something terrible to you and might even know what you are so frustrated about. He tells you to sit down on his bed and hands you a handkerchief. Waiting for you to calm down enough, so that you can talk to him properly.

After some minutes pass by, you tell him you want to break up. Him drawing a sharp breath, you conclude that you definitely hurt him with that statement. Urging you to explain why, his calm demeanor is now overtaken by a look of fear...fear of losing you, his precious beloved. You explain to him that you have had enough of him cancelling dates or leaving early just for Riddle, it’s always Riddle here and Riddle that, you don’t even understand why he is that great to make him dance to Riddle’s tune. If Riddle is truly more important; so important that he can’t spend much time with you, then you see no future with him. 

You hear him sigh after a long break of silence, which makes you want to snap at him but before you can do that he tells you that you misunderstood. You are clearly confused by his statement, after all, how could there be any misunderstanding, what you said is based on facts and evidence. He grabs your chin to make you look at him.

“You are right about me spending way more time with Riddle than with you and I’m truly sorry about that but it isn’t because he is more important to me or anything preposterous you come up with, I....uhm...actually have been planning something special for us and Riddle came up with the idea to make our 100 day anniversary big. He kinda became too into it and has been coming up with a lot of unnecessary stuff for me to look at on top of my usual duties as the vice dorm leader. So I cancelled most of our dates to plan our anniversary. But I should have considered your feelings more, cancelling plans or leaving early when we are already spending so little time together is not fair and I shouldn’t have presumed everything would be okay between us. From now on I will make sure we will spend more time together and make Riddle understand that I don’t always have time for him and his antics. I promise you that I will be a better boyfriend, so please....don’t break up with me. I love you, you mean the world to me and I assure you that there is no one but you for me, no one makes me as happy as you do and I am confident if you give me another chance I can be that person for you too.”

When you accept his apology and tell him you give him another chance, he is so overjoyed that he holds you in a tight embrace and gives you a passionate kiss before kissing your face all over in a playful way.

[opheliasbrokenmind]

hi, i’m not sure if anyone would like to read this since it’s a silly idea that came out of nowhere. i still have the writer’s block and i judge every single word i’m writing. i thought i could write something short to exercise and i found the prompts on @creativepromptsforwriting ’s blog. i just want to explore ray’s personality and as i mentioned before, i’d love to write for him if you have any suggestions/requests 💗

gift credit to the owner

‘Wow, you haven’t changed one bit. And that is not a compliment.’ You blurted out and by the look on his face, you’d say Raymond wasn’t happy with that comment. It’s been almost two years since you’ve last seen each other and well, even though it was hard at first, you’ve both found your own separate ways. 

It wasn’t like things between you ended bad, on the contrary, you finished it promising you’ll stay on good terms. Raymond was deep in Mickey’s work, he had to be, given he was his right hand and you, you had your own plans for your life. You tried to wait for him, really. You forgave him when he missed dates and forgot special days but when he stopped coming home because he was too busy, you also stopped seeing a future with him. 

You’d say you’ve tried your best to understand him, his whole personality and the line of his work. At first, you were ready to give him everything, you wanted to be comforting, caring and all of those other things he’d need. You’d ignore your work and wait for him in the night, only to see him once. You’d cook new meals you’d think he’d enjoy, only to eat them all alone in his big kitchen. 

With time, you stopped feeling like you were in a relationship. He was all nice when he was around though, that was why you avoided the talk about breaking up for so long. He’d be such a gentleman all the time, showering you with love. Whenever you were invited to an event at the Pearson house, you’d notice how people admired the thing you’ve shared. 

It started to feel like a show then, as if you were a habit. In the mornings, he’d be the businessman he needed to be. He’d have the same coffee, wear similar colours of clothing and many more other routines than you could count. At parties and stuff, he’d have you to hang on his arm. 

That wasn’t the man you’ve fallen in love with, no. You’ve held so much respect for him, you really liked the way he had control over his life. You felt safe with him. You loved the way he’d go out of his way to try something new for you, whether it be a meal or a movie. He’d willingly create a mess with you without feeling to be neat. He’d hold your hand to take you dancing in the rain until you were both soaked, that was the man you’ve come to love. 

Though you both tried, it didn’t work out. Raymond would never give up from work and you, you could never stay in a place you didn’t feel appreciated. You didn’t want him to give up everything for you, you’d never ask that but you wanted his attention, you craved his love. 

It was how you were raised, in the end. If you felt like something or someone wasn’t enough for you, you’d leave and move on because you thought you deserved better than that, you knew you deserved better. 

Breaking up with him was the hardest part, explaining to him you wanted more and knowing he couldn’t give that hurt both of you. ‘I love you, Ray. Don’t ever think I’m leaving because I don’t. I still feel this strange feeling I felt the first time when you reached out to hold my hand. I know we had our good days but I don’t think this thing between us going anywhere. I’m sorry.’ You tried to smile with tears running down your cheeks and he nodded, you knew he’d understand.

Now, you were face to face after two years and you were waiting for a response to your comment. ‘You already know I like having habits, y/n.’ Raymond finally said and you smiled with that, it wasn’t a happy smile since you were reminded of memories. He’d choose the same mug in the mornings, the same plate for lunch when he was at home, he’d read the same book when he was in a bad mood and he’d play the same songs when you two would try to make dinner. 

‘Oh, I know that. There’s a change though, the beard suits you.’ You complimented this time, in an attempt to make up for your lash out. ‘You always said it would so I gave it a chance.’ You smiled and it was sincere, ‘Now please tell me Ray, why did Rosalind bother to call me this time? I thought I was long forgotten, just receiving invitations because of formality.’

‘Because it’s different this time, y/n. I thought about inviting you myself but I don’t know if that’d be the wisest choice. I know I mistreated you and made you feel like you were less. It’s just... It’s over now. Michael sold his business, he’s getting retired. Please, let me finish first.’ 

‘I know it’s selfish of me to reach out to you after all this time but I couldn’t live if I didn’t try once. I’m out now, y/n and I’m just wondering... That if you could give me one last chance? I know you may be in a relationship now, I understand if you don’t trust me again or you just don’t have those feelings anymore. I just need to know if we can try again because I hadn’t spent a day without thinking about you.’ 

Raymond stopped then, he didn’t want to scare you off. He’d do anything for you, even if it meant staying away. He finally looked directly into your eyes, searching for an answer. You held your tears as he held his breath and you were about to answer, when a gunshot was heard, suppressing the soft music in the ballroom as it rang in your ears.

[cozymochi]

im so sorry people are being assholes in the comments of ur iz animatics :((( they bring such joy and are so well done!! forever grateful that you share you art <3 even if you decide to take them down i just wanted to let you know that you are appreciated <3<3<3 hoping your day goes well and you find small unexpected delights

I don’t plan on taking them down. That carnal part of me gets a lil’ joy when I still see nice comments anyway. It’s only been a year, but I still get comments! So that’s crazy.

BUT!!

Another fear I do have is the response if I do post again, and it’s completely different than what those 2.4k subs are expecting to see. I’ve already warned about it literally a year in advance, and then again very recently in multiple places. Idk why I SHOULD be uneased by it, but it’s not like IZ fans are quiet when it comes to their distaste when something changes. *cough.* It’s part of why I’ve distanced myself from that fandom (there’s a myriad of reasons but still).

Insanity incoming:

I don’t have immediate plans to make more animatics, they’re kind of long term thing to consider. Back when I used to make them I had NOTHING but free time and my biggest concern was feeding myself cuz my home environment was horrid and I had zero means of leaving since I lived in bum fuck nowhere! Since my last yt upload I moved out, was in a car wreck (not even 2 days in), my own car went through thousands of dollars in repairs, i got a job, went through a period where I worked nearly 100hrs for several months consecutively with hardly any breaks, and to think! It wasn’t and it’s still not sustainable. Things changed. And I do not want to go “home.” After being forced to visit family again a month ago I especially don’t want to go back.

The channel was literally a dumping ground. I got those 2k subs when I wasn’t posting for a year. So! You can imagine I might not be prioritizing a channel I only used as a dumping ground or in a state to make fully or even barely boarded videos and shitposts weekly or monthly. Idk what these people want from me schedule wise. I make $0 from it, and monetizing for a few cents isn’t worth it. I didn’t even get paid when I made thumbnails and assets for bigger channels lmfao. Yeah, I did do that. Wouldn’t know tho. Paid in “exposure” hurr hurr or “omg i need that money myself XDD cmon” whatever backwards excuse.

So what’s next in line but a bunch of strangers with fickle attention being passive aggressive and demanding I make more stuff when I say multiple times that I don’t intend to, and if I do (big if) it WON’T be what they came here for. They aren’t paying me. It’s not like I have a gajillion other things to be concerned about.

…Okay, that was a tangent.

Those few condescending comments make me just wanna outright cancel what iz stuff was left on the backburner. It was more like an indefinite hiatus until I can stomach finishing them. The files take up space anyway for the projects I’m actually interested in. Even if all of them are purely hypotheticals until I can get my focus together (which isn’t likely to happen anytime soon).

sorry about the TMI rant for a second but!! MAN!! It’s frustrating! If anything I could very well take them down. But, I won’t. Besides, for all I know some tiktok took some and it’s getting an exponentially higher amount of views anyway. I should at least keep mine…

It’s not like i don’t WANT to use it for actual new things, but the sheer pressure keeps me away. I get enough pressure to make animatics offline as it is. And if someone out there is gonna be all like “well who cares what those kids think” believe me, I get it and I promise don’t care. But at the same time it’s egghhhhhh. I delete the comments anyway.… however that doesn’t mean they still won’t bug me.

Considering all of the above it’s a miracle I don’t just take them down.

[cupidsbower]

Debrief on the novel, The End of Happiness

A few days ago, I posted my Venom novel, The End of Happiness. It's been a pretty wild journey, so I wanted to decant it all from my brain. The EddieVenom BigBag came across my feed on Tumblr, right at the end of the sign up period in mid-March this year. The minimum word count was 10,000, and that seemed a bit of a stretch goal given all the real life stuff I had on, but doable. I had to make a quick decision, and so I kind of went -- I'm doing Health Stuff and it's getting me down, and I have that idea about the Symbiote Emperor kicking around, and it would be awesome to get some art! So I signed up, planning to write 10,000 words of silly space opera and get a bit of art, and finally explore the idea of the Symbiotes having names alluding to something other than murder and mayhem. Nice! I couldn't start writing straight away, as I had another project I needed to finish first -- The Star Trek story I wrote for Space Swap in April: When sorrows come. I'd already been writing that for a while, so I hammered out the end, and was kind of amazed it ended up being 6,000 words long. As soon as I posted it, I started work on Happiness, at last. The BigBang rule was that 80% of the work had to be completed, with an outline, by the check-in, in order to be assigned an artist. I managed to get around 8,000 words done, I think, and then put together the outline for the rest -- cool, cool, another 4 scenes, so it'll come in at 12,000 words. THAT'S FINE, I hammered out some more words and just squeaked by on the 80% rule. Phew. And then I put Happiness aside for a bit so I could made my VidUKon premiiere, Mind Fight. I needed a break from writing, and it was so worth it. I cackled the entire time I was making that vid. It still makes me laugh now. By the time I'd done that, I was put in contact with my artist, and I got so lucky, because ifer put their hand up for my story. Win!!!! That really put a spring in my step! I wrote another chunk of words off the back of my excitement for art, and realised I STILL had three of the four scenes in my outline to write. Hmmm. Maybe it was going to come in at 14,000 words. The project was starting to be a bit more than I'd planned on, but I could still do it. EVERYTHING WAS FINE. By this point it was June, and I had promised to run a mid-year Venom fest, so I put together Venom: Let There Be Chocolate, created the Ao3 community, set up the rules, advertised it a bit, etc etc.  And then realised - belatedly - that I needed to create something for my own fest - because the first year of a fest never has many entries. I cracked my knuckles and hammered out As the Asteroid Turns in about three weeks, which wasn't bad as it came in at 7,500 words. I'm super pleased with it too - it's another story I'd had in mind for a while and it was fun to get it written. I also used it to try out some of the techniques I wanted to use in Happiness, like Galactic Universal Sign Language, so even though it was a detour, I still felt like I was making progress. Through all of this, ifer was a trouper! Put up with my shenanigans and half written first draft with holes in it everywhere, and was full of enthusiasm for all the aliens. I hammered out the "turning point" scene so ifer could illustrate it -- the one with Eddie and Venom in the underground pool. I thought... Nearly done! and was so pleased with myself. LOL. Then I woke up in the middle of the night realising there was a scene missing, and went back and filled it in... and as a consequence realised that there was a whole B plot I needed to make the A plot work. FINE, EVERYTHING IS STILL UNDER CONTROL. Then I wrote the actual turning point scene -- the one between Eddie and Xan after the pool, which kind of came out of nowhere. My story-brain just does that sometimes and I've learned to go with it. It always makes the story better. ANYWAY, AT LEAST NOW I KNEW WHAT MY OWN STORY WAS ABOUT. Everything was FINE! Don't look at me like that! I was a little worried, to be fair. The draft was at 20,000 words and I still had 3 of the 4 scenes in my outline to write. But I figured things were properly on track now, and it would be a straight run to the end. And then. *internally screams* THEN... I realised I needed a C plot, to make the A and B plots work. Friends, at that point I was NOT FINE. The fic was officially out of control. It was not a fun little novella coming in at 10,000 words. It was a freaking full-blown novel. I'd be lucky if it came in at 30,000 words. I had birthed a monster, and poor ifer had done all that art, and I had to finish the fucking thing by the deadline because I could not let them down! I panicked a bit, read a bunch of Witcher fic to take my mind off things for a while, got sidetracked by my actual job and had to do a bunch of marking. And then realised the deadline was HORRIFYINGLY CLOSE. I was at around 28,000 words and still had two of the four scenes in my outline to write. I knuckled down and wrote 11,000 words in a week. NOTHING WAS FINE, EVERYTHING WAS TERRIBLE. But I had finally, at last, written all the scenes in my outline. Thank fuck for that. ifer swooped in and did the first pass beta and I submitted the darn thing for final check-in. For those of you paying attention, you'll realised there is still a pretty big discrepancy in my numbers. The actual word count of the novel is 46,000 words, not the 40,000 submitted for final check-in. Because, you see, I asked the wonderful maharetr to beta during the gap between submission and the posting deadline. This was a very good decision, as she looked at the final third - written in that whirlwind at the end - and immediately started whipping it into shape, which was sorely needed. The rough bits got smoothed, the jumps in logic were made sensible, the missing emotional beats were added. A few thousand words were added in the process. Great. Good. Things were once again fine. And then... I said, hey, maharetr, do you think there's a hole in this one place? Yes, maharetr agreed, there really was a hole where I had suspected there was a hole. Bugger fuck shit. I mean, no worries, 300 words would fill that hole. Piece of cake. LOLOLOLOLOL. The best part of a chapter and 3,000ish words later, the hole was finally filled, and the novel had gone up a rating from Mature to Explicit. Also, I had officially written some of the kinkiest sex of my entire fanfic career. A notable achievement to be sure. With that done, there was only one writing task left -- the epilogue wasn't quite right. The final changes to that were made on 6 October, literally the day before I had to post the fic. Thank you so much, maharetr, for holding my hand through that final terrible writing session. All the hugs in the world. It took me two days to get the post ready on the Ao3, with all the images, fake links, and other formatting. I was doing that in parallel with making final changes. I finished getting the draft ready at around 3am on the 7th October and pressed post. Then I collapsed into bed and slept like the dead. And here we are. Seven months later, a lot tireder, having written a 10,000 word novella in 46,000 words. FOR FUN. Don't forget that bit. I did it FOR FUN. It was a lot of work, but I'm super proud of my kinky romance-in-space novel. I know it's blowing my own trumpet, but my god it is really fricken good. You should definitely go read it. ;)

[If you’d prefer to talk over on Dreamwidth, this post is also there: https://cupidsbow.dreamwidth.org/467690.html]

[cophene]

𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 | vento aureo; seven.

✦.⁺ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2k+

content warning: mentions of blood, violence and arrows.

═ ☆.  THE ANGER WAS LIKE WATER boiling through (y/n)’s body.

The utter nerve of Prosciutto to walk past (y/n) in the hallway after he’d tricked them. They were so stupid. Of course, Prosciutto wouldn’t keep his promise. Why would he, when they were practically strangers? He had just been taking advantage of someone desperate enough to trust him.

(Y/n) stared at the lighter for a second longer before they turned away. The backs of their eyes burned. They couldn’t freak out. It was disappointing they’d had failed, but now they had to gracefully admit it to Giorno and Trish. That was the real test, after all. If (y/n) would be honest. Was (y/n) supposed to tell them now or at midnight when they were supposed to meet again? (Y/n) didn’t want to make it seem like they were hiding it.

(Y/n) felt a sudden pang of guilt as they heard Narancia stop in front of their door. He probably thought they were crazy, sprinting to their dorm room out of nowhere. He’d even been nice enough to pick up (y/n)’s books for them.

“Is everything okay?” He looked around (y/n)’s room. “Did someone break in or something?”

(Y/n) waved their hands, forcing their voice to come out lightly. “Nothing like that. I just… thought I left the lighter burning.” They nodded towards the silver lighter on their desk. They had thought that.

Narancia stacked (y/n)’s books on their desk and eyed the makeshift Stonehenge around the lighter. “Nifty set-up. It looks like you’re keeping the lighter prisoner,” he laughed. “Is this for class or something?”

“Or something,” (y/n) mumbled, trying to discreetly wipe their eyes. There was no way (y/n) would be getting their 300 hundred euros back from Prosciutto. Why had they given him that extra hundred?

“No judgement here. I’ve got a bunch of random-ass stuff back in my dorm, too.” Narancia mindlessly reached for the lighter and flicked it on. “You know what? This kind of reminds me of something Fugo told me about—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence.

(Y/n) and Narancia both screamed as a humanoid figure materialized, seemingly out of thin air. A black cloak rippled at its back, its neck covered by a large collar with what looked like arrowheads on it. Beneath its broad Venetian hat was a face that reminded (y/n) of carnival masks with stitched cables near its eyes and mouth. It strode forward soundlessly, taller than (y/n)’s doorframe. (Y/n) cried out as it lunged forward, hands emerging beneath its cloak to clutch at Narancia’s face.

No. It wasn’t clutching Narancia’s face.

Narancia was still frozen beside (y/n)’s desk, holding the lighter. The humanoid had pulled something from Narancia. His body, but slightly golden and translucent, edges surrounded by flame.

What is that?

It shook Narancia’s translucent body. Narancia’s eyes were wide as plates. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“You relit the lighter, didn’t you?” The humanoid’s voice was deep, strangely melodious. (Y/n) hadn’t expected it to speak at all.

Narancia’s physical body didn’t seem to be affected by the humanoid. He only trembled slightly, a bead of sweat running down his forehead.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” the humanoid said. “You have two possible paths. The first path is to live and become a chosen one. Your only other path is death.”

“What the hell are you?!” (y/n) shouted. “Let him go!”

“You relit the lighter!” The humanoid didn’t even react to (y/n). It opened its mouth, and horrifyingly, an arrow slid out. It matched the ones on its collar, ornate curlicues curling toward the point. It glinted menacingly, poised at translucent Narancia’s forehead.

“This is your fate!”

The arrow pierced clean through translucent Narancia’s head, what looked like blood spurting out from it. The humanoid seemed to consider for a moment.

“This soul … belongs to one of the chosen.”

The humanoid pulled the arrow out with a sickening, squelching noise. Almost gently, it settled Narancia’s form back into his body. Narancia’s body jolted, and he fell to his knees with a gasp. Gingerly, he touched his face and then looked down at his hands.

What the hell had just happened? Had that thing been Narancia’s soul? How did that even make sense?

Narancia looked as confused as (y/n) felt. He stared at them, mouthing, What the fuck?

(Y/n) tried moving towards Narancia. The humanoid looked up suddenly, fixing its gaze on them.

“You relit the lighter, too, didn’t you?” it asked.

(Y/n)’s entire body seized up. They didn’t know what to do. Was this supposed to happen? Was the lighter haunted or something? (Y/n) had never believed in the supernatural, but what other explanation was there for this … thing in front of them?

A textbook crashed into the humanoid’s chest. It staggered back, surprised.

“Run!” Narancia yelled at (y/n), hurling another textbook. “Get the hell out of here! Don’t let that thing touch you!”

(Y/n) scrambled to their feet. Narancia took the chair from beneath (y/n)’s desk and smashed the humanoid’s legs out from under it. He grabbed (y/n)’s hand and hauled them out of the dorm room.

“You gotta tell me what the fuck that thing was,” Narancia said, skidding past a corner. He glanced at the elevators but opted for the stairs instead. He practically leapt down three at a time, (y/n) stumbling after him.

“I don’t have a damn clue,” (y/n) said. “Are you okay, though? What did that thing do to you?”

Narancia jumped the last of the stairs, pushing open the emergency exit. “How am I supposed to know? All I know is that I feel super weird. But it really did feel like it, (y/n),” he said, glancing at them. “It really did feel like it pulled out my soul.”

The two of them ran out into the parking lot. (Y/n) risked a look behind them. The humanoid thing was nowhere to be found. Maybe it was weaker than it looked.

They ducked behind a random van, taking a minute to catch their breaths.

“What the hell is happening?” Narancia whispered to himself.

The ground in front of them rippled. A Venetian hat rose from the ground, followed by the rest of the terrifying humanoid from the dorm room.

“You have two possible paths,” it intoned.

(Y/n) and Narancia shoved away from the humanoid. (Y/n) ran to a green sedan a few metres away, shocked to find the humanoid already waiting for them there.

“The first path is to live and become a chosen one.”

“Leave me alone!” (y/n) shrieked, tripping over their own feet to get away. As they ran, (y/n) noticed something odd about the humanoid. It didn’t run directly after (y/n). It disappeared briefly before reappearing a short distance ahead, always behind or to the side of a vehicle. Why was it doing that? It would’ve caught (y/n) by now if it had just charged at them.

Unless it couldn’t.

(Y/n) deliberately came to a stop. They were beside a large black car, on the side the sun was shining on. The humanoid appeared on the opposite side, the side in cast shadow.

“What are you doing?” Narancia yelled at them. “That thing’s gonna pull your soul out!”

“That thing can only move through shadows,” (y/n) called back. “It can’t touch us when we’re in the light.” To demonstrate their point, (y/n) moved back into the shadow of the opposite car. As soon as their shoes touched the shadow, the humanoid disappeared and reappeared in the shadow. (Y/n) leapt back quickly, heart slamming in their chest.

“Shit, you’re right.” Narancia hastily left the car he’d been hiding behind and stood beside (y/n) in the sunlight.

“Your only other path is death,” the humanoid said, staring intently at them.

“How do we get rid of it?” Narancia asked. “We can’t just keep standing here.”

“We need to get into the light,” (y/n) said. (Y/n) didn’t know if the light would kill the humanoid, but there had to be a reason it was avoiding it.

Narancia grunted. “I don’t know what the hell you did to get this Grim Reaper-looking-ass here, but maybe don’t do it again?”

(Y/n) had a feeling they knew what was behind the humanoid’s appearance. They could focus on that after, though.

(Y/n) tugged on the back of Narancia’s sweater. “Move back. Slowly.”

The two of them took slow steps away from the humanoid, making sure not to touch any shadows.

“I’m going to step on your shadow,” (y/n) said, their voice low.

“What?”

“As soon as that thing reappears, you’re going to run. It’s stupid, but I think if the shadow it’s in moves, that will be enough to get it caught.”

The humanoid, or whatever it was, seemed almost robotic. As though it only had one task to carry out. As though it would do whatever it took to reach (y/n).

“It is stupid. But I don’t have a better plan,” Narancia said.

Narancia and (y/n) stopped. The humanoid waited in a car’s shadow barely five steps away.

Please work. I don’t have a better plan either.

(Y/n) looked at Narancia. He looked back at (y/n), purple eyes wide.

Before (y/n) could step on Narancia’s shadow, the humanoid made its move. As it turned out, (y/n) didn’t need to be in the shadows for it to reach them.

The Venetian humanoid pulled (y/n)’s soul from their shadow. It was the most horrifying thing they’d ever experienced.

(Y/n)’s vision narrowed and flipped upside down. They felt their insides squeeze before everything swirled, and suddenly they were looking at their body from the outside. Everything felt too bright and too intense. Was this what their soul felt like without a body? (Y/n) barely had time to register it before the humanoid’s hands were grasping their face.

“This is your fate!” it boomed. The golden arrow emerged from its mouth, piercing into (y/n)’s forehead.

(Y/n’a) body felt the arrow in their soul keenly. It felt like their head was splitting apart, the pain white-hot, so intense they couldn’t even scream.

“This soul—”

“BASTARD!” Narancia screamed. “You goddamn bastard!”

Dimly (y/n) was aware of what looked like a toy plane flying overhead. It followed frantic patterns in the air, a low whine coming from its engines.

“Eat shit!” Narancia charged at the humanoid. The plane followed, shooting out twin streams of bullets that tore into the humanoid, shredding its cloak and hat. Blood leaked from where the bullets shredded the humanoid’s face.

The humanoid hissed, recoiling. It yanked out the arrow and flung (y/n)’s soul back into their body. It felt like landing from a two-story fall. As it rippled away, words fell like stones from its lips, too garbled to be heard.

For a few minutes, (y/n) couldn’t move. They could only lie on the ground, watching Narancia shake them frantically. Their limbs felt leaden weights. Even with the arrow gone, pain radiated unbearably through (y/n)’s head.

“Oh god,” (y/n) whimpered, the words so soft they could barely hear them.

“Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance? Holy shit, what should I do?”

Narancia’s hands fluttered around (y/n)’s face, unsure. The little plane was still flying in circles overhead.

“Narancia…” It was all (y/n) could manage. They squeezed their eyes shut. How had Narancia managed to run all the way to the parking lot through the pain?

Tinny music began playing. (Y/n) thought they were going crazy before they realized it was Narancia’s ringtone.

“Oh my god. Fugo, you have to come help. I don’t know what the hell just happened. There was this thing, and it stabbed (y/n) … Yes. Yes, I’m being serious, goddamnit.”

(Y/n) felt a warm hand wrap around their own. Narancia squeezed their hand tightly, face tense with worry. When they cracked open their eyes, (y/n) saw the plane loop in the air before disappearing over Narancia’s shoulder.

They surrendered to the black that had been claiming their vision. Their head hurt so much.

Narancia made a noise when (y/n) went unconscious. He shook them but then stopped abruptly, remembering that you weren’t supposed to do that. Or was that only for babies? Distraught, Narancia eased (Y/n)’s head onto his lap and decided not to move until Fugo arrived.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before Fugo appeared, his green waist apron from the café flapping around his legs. He took one look at (y/n) then at Narancia.

“Merda.”

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[smallbutters]

Stargazing without any bugs

Despite knowing about it for a few weeks, the day you two planned to go stargazing came without warning. Unless you count marking it on your calendar as a warning; or setting reminders on your phone a warning. Then you had multiple warnings. No matter - it was today, and you were ready as you will ever be. 

You had gone about the whole day pacing around your apartment, changing clothes, trying to stay calm, then pacing around some more. You hadn’t heard from them all day - and it was killing you. Had they changed their mind about tonight? It was their idea to meet outside of the city and, as they put it, ‘get away from stuff’; so they wouldn’t have randomly canceled. You could barely touch the dinner you had prepared, the butterflies inside you killing whatever appetite you had. As you were cleaning off your plate, you heard your phone chime; as dumb as it sounds, you could feel the vibration of it inside you. Rushing to check it (and almost dropping the plate in the process), the familiar feeling of that anxiety-inducing warmth spread over you. 

Astro-not

Just got in the taxi, heading there now!

You

Finishing dinner - I’ll be leaving v shortly

Astro-not

hehehe

‘hehehe’? What did that mean? God, they always knew how to confuse you. But in all honesty, you were just confusing yourself. At the end of the day, you had brought this upon yourself. You had always fallen fast and fallen hard, even when it felt like it came from nowhere. Sure, they had always lent you their notes, and covered for you when your professor called on you for a hard question. When you met in the campus store in the unholy hours of the night, and they paid for your cup of coffee and box of toaster pastries, that was just a good deed. And even tonight was just them needing help with work - they had missed class for a few days, and wanted to catch up. They must have still been a little sick when they asked, why else would their face be a little pink? Yeah, you were definitely overreacting.

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The meeting spot was a little further out than you were thinking when they had told you about it all those weeks ago; you could barely see the city in your rearview anymore. Not that you minded, the quiet was good for the soul. The sunset was violently bright, the deep reds and oranges blinding you as you stepped out of your car - almost keeping you from seeing their silhouette standing on the hill. Almost. And you thanked whoever was watching you from above that you didn’t miss it. Their eyes were closed, which gave you ample time to totally not be creepy and watch them. The rays of sun illuminating every nook and cranny of their face, seemingly holding it gently. You never thought you’d be jealous of the sun. They held themselves loosely as they basked in the setting sun - you silently promised yourself that if you ever got the chance, you’d hold them tighter. You must have been standing there for too long, absorbed in your thoughts, because you didn’t notice when they turned and saw you. Or notice how their breath caught just a little as they realized you were looking at them.

“Hey hey! You gonna stand there? Or are we going to do this?” 

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It was nice catching up after not seeing each other for a few days. They talked your ear off, rambling about how their cat ate too much grass and then threw it up, how grossed out they were when they had to clean it up, and how they knew how their cat was likely eating too much grass right now. You two laughed together - they were totally right.

“Anyways, what did I miss in class? I have a feeling professor Jay called on you again to ask about things you have no way of knowing?” They asked, reminding you that you were actually supposed to be doing productive things.

“Of course he did - I still think that he’s some sort of academically-powered sadist.” You said, getting a small chuckle in return. “But you didn’t miss all that much, we covered more theories on gravity, and whether or not it could change overtime.”

“Oooo! Did that one frat guy ask something dumb like ‘can it make me get better gains’?” They asked - and it was a little sad to say no, even though that one frat guy totally would ask something like that.

 You two laughed and chatted, and those feelings from earlier only strengthened as the sky darkened and slowly began to glow in starlight. You tried your very hardest to be subtle about them, but you’ve never been the best at hiding things - especially from them. You didn’t know if it was because you made them obvious, or if they just knew you really well. Maybe both. 

But tonight seemed to be worse, with no class to fake pay attention to when you got caught staring, or a city to distract them. 

“Is everything okay? You keep looking at me with a dumb face.” They asked.

“I hate to break it to you - but that dumb face is just how I look.” You said, trying to mask your embarrassment from being caught with dry wit.

“You know that’s not what I meant; you have a dumb expression on.” They responded with an eye roll. “Wait, I don’t have a bug on my face, do I?!” Panic was clear in their voice - they were always scared of bugs.

“What? No - I promise there are approximately zero bugs on your face.” Another mask.

“Then what’s with that look? It’s too focused for you - are you checking for bugs?” They were still worried about those damn bugs - too involved in that to think about why you were looking so intensely at them. In a way, you were thankful.

“I will be now, if that helps.” You responded, a little happy that you now had an excuse to keep being creepy.

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The night grew darker and colder, but neither of you seemed to mind. The conversation calmed a little, with an occasional break for admiring the stars. You regularly checked for bugs, as you promised. But every time you went to check, they were already looking at you - were they also checking for bugs?

“Now you’re doing it!” You said, breaking the silence, and seemingly scaring them.

“What? I’m not doing anything! I’m just…” They trailed off, not meeting you in the eyes.

“Bull - I keep catching you watching me! You don’t need to check me for bugs - they don’t bother me.” You said in an attempt to reassure them. It didn’t seem to work.

“Am not! And bugs don’t get you, you’re too cold so they don’t see you as food.” They said, trying to divert the attention from them totally staring at you. Again, it didn’t seem to work.

“Okay, first off ouch, secondly, if you’re not checking for bugs then what the hell are you doing? You’re too quiet - you’d usually be going off about constellations or something.” You asked, despite the feeling you had deep down that you knew why they were looking.

“What? I’m not that annoying about space! And I told you, I’m just-” They stopped, trying to think of a good comeback. “Well maybe, I’m looking at you because you’re looking at me!” 

“What in the world does THAT mean? That’s such a kindergarten thing to say.” You said, really hoping that they meant what you thought they meant.

“Well why can’t I look at you? You can look at me, so why can’t I do the same?”

“Because you don’t know why I’m looking at you, and you can’t do things without a reason.” You said.

That stupid, anxious warmth was back in your chest. It was stupid to feel it - as much as you wanted it, even though you dream of it nightly, you two didn’t see each other in the same light. You knew it; they were just a nice person, treating everyone they know with this sweetness. And you were just a dumbass lying about checking them for bugs.

“Then why are you looking at me?” 

You didn’t respond. What were you supposed to say? Another lie about bugs, so you hide your feelings? The truth - that you swear on your life that they aren’t from this world, that you got jealous of the sun for being closer to them then you are?

“Are you looking at me-” they scooted closer, (or was it your imagination?) - “for the same reason I’m looking at you?”

Your eyes shot up, meeting theirs. Those butterflies that stole your dinner earlier were back, but much stronger. This had to be a misunderstanding - you were just overreacting again. Thinking too hard about things and twisting them into what you want. Your words seemed to be caught in your throat (if they were even there to begin with), a spell of silence falling over you both again. You didn’t know how long you two were looking at each other, searching in the others’ eyes for something that you didn’t know. Would you know when you found it?

“You’re weird.” You spoke up, saying the first coherent thought you had, even though it wasn’t any good. “I mean-” You sighed, “I don’t think you know what that means.”

“If you don’t think I know, then you must know right?” They responded, “So then tell me. What does it mean?”

“That…” You stopped. “That you and I…” 

You internally cringed at yourself. Why couldn’t you say anything? They looked at you expectedly, and your first good idea of the night came.

Maybe talking wasn’t your thing.

“You.. you have a little something right there” You said, pointing to no place in particular.

You didn’t let them respond before you leaned in, holding their cheek lightly. Your lips made contact with their skin and you prayed they couldn’t feel your heart literally explode. You didn’t know someone could have such kissable cheeks - was the other one like this too? You really hoped you’d get the chance to find out.Their breath hitched slightly, making you worry you had gone too far. Staying for a few seconds before pulling back, you tried to calm your heart, but with little success. You were still closer than before. 

“Oh- ” They sighed out, “That’s what you mean.”

[jamiedc-they-them]

Natasha and Yelena, your sisters, supporting you after a relationship ends:

For a friend. Hope this helps, honey <3

It had come out of nowhere. It had just happened.

The first thing you did was to call Yelena and Natasha. Despite being separated for a bit after bringing the Red Room down, you were able to reach them.

They both answered instantly. And, despite it being a text message to both, it was comforting that they: A) got back quicky; and B) were willing to drop what they were doing to come help you.

They came around, almost in sync. The first thing they did was give you a hug. You sat in the middle of them on the sofa.

"What do you want to do about them?" Natasha asked. You looked to her, knowing what you wanted to do, but wasn't sure if she'd go for it.

Looking to Yelena, however, you saw that she was indeed on board. She had the same idea.

Yelena nodded. As if reading your mind. She grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. She was in, 100%.

You looked back to Natasha, "You think we can find them?"

Natasha took a breath. Before she nodded, "Sure. I still have some access to some SHIELD stuff."

"And I have some favors I can call in. We'll find them, Y/N." Yelena promised.

"Ok," you said to your sisters, "let's find them."

And so, they get to work. Calling in all the favors they need.

As they do, Yelena pulls you aside, "do you have somewhere to stay?"

You shake your head. She nods hers.

"That fucker," she curses, "it's fine. You can stay with me. I have a few places you might like. They feel like home."

You have to gulp back tears. So thankful for your sisters in this time. Yelena can see the thanks you are giving her, and she pulls you in for a hug, "I have you, Y/N. I have you."

You bury your head into her shoulder. She runs her hand through your hair.

"It's ok, Y/N. Let it out. Trust me. I know from experience, that keeping feelings in is never a good thing."

You pull back a bit, "I thought you were -"

"Oh, I am aromantic and asexual still, don't worry. I just mean the anger I had at the Red Room. The anger I had at myself. We're here, ok? If you need to rant. We're here."

"Do you think this'll fix it? For me, I mean?"

"I think it will help," she admits, "but we're here long term. We aren't going anywhere until you want us to."

You're about to reply, when Natasha enters, "we found them."

You see a twinkle in Yelena's eyes. She's going to enjoy this, maybe more so than you would.

As you go, you find out more about this person you used to give your heart to. Turns out, they were a part of the Red Room program. They knew about your past but did nothing to help you with that. They just dropped you when you were of, apparent, no use to them.

They left you because they had all the information they needed. They wanted your sisters. They wanted the three of you to go back to whatever new version of it they had made.

Like hell were you doing that.

If anything, it only fueled you more.

You arrived at their new place. A place filled with guards.

It was almost swarmed by them. Going in guns blazing would be suicide.

"What's the plan, Y/N?" Natasha asks you. The two look to you. It's your op, they have your back no matter what.

You know you have a home with them. You always will.

"We don't kill any guards. Just them, ok?"

They nod. They can do that.

So, you go at it from three different ways. Each finding your own entrance after you had scouted the place out.

Despite the guards, you're three trained black widows. It isn't exactly like this type of thing is new to you.

You make it to the place of your target. There they are, smugly on the phone. Almost happy about the pain they have caused you.

The three of you reunite, and you enter the room. Natasha puts a device on the wall, one that makes the room soundproof to anyone outside. You rush your target. You're not holding back on your assault. They hurt you. They broke you. They aren't getting away with it. They hurt who knows how many other people.

Finally, the three of you finish the job with your pistols. Three bullets for you and their other victims from the Red Room.

Natasha looks to you, "Feeling better?"

You look to her, "Yeah."

Yelena smiles, "I know it might not be my field. But, if you want to, you'll find someone else. But, just know we're here, always."

You smile at your sisters, "I know."

You know that, with them, you can right any wrong.

[mickeytheticklee]

Mixed Emotions (a heartstopper fic)

Ler!Elle Lee!Reader

Warning: Tickling

Ps I've only read a bit of the comic so sorry if this comes out extra crappy I'm doing this by impulse

It was a girls day out as Darcy, Tara, and Elle wanted to go shopping. They thought they needed the space away from the boys to talk about to the usual girl stuff even if it's the lesbian couple and Elle who currently doesn't know if Tao likes her. But today was different as there is a plus one to their friend group. You came along to their shopping trip making Elle less lonely by the Tara and Darcy's cute affection. You met Elle a week after she came to a new school, as you were also new too. You were much more of the quiet side and loved art like Elle. But you didn't have much friends as you weren't the social type. You were behind the couple, looking at the sky while you were holding Elle's bags.

Darcy: Food! Food! We are going to get food!

Tara: We just ate ice cream ten minutes ago.

But you can never go wrong with food. You all went in, sitting at a booth and chatting about anything random that comes into your guy's mind. Tara went with weird food combinations until Darcy thought of something. She remembered an incident of Charlie and Nick tickling each other. It came out of nowhere but it was because Elle challenged Tao to eat something disgusting as a joke. He actually did it since Charlie promised him money. But back to the topic Darcy brung up it bought an interesting question to the booth.

Darcy: Are any of you ticklish? Say now or face the consequences.

Tara: I'm...not. Are you y/n?

Y/n: No...

Darcy: Looks like we got two liars at our table huh Elle?

Before Tara had the chance to say it she ran out of the restaurant. There wasn't anyone at the shopping centers so it wasn't like she was going to bump into anyone. You moved yourself slowly out of the booth, seeing that Elle was uninterested in your answer. But one foot of stepping out of the booth made you trapped in Elle's arms. You were on her lap, arms wrapped around your waist and her hands touching the surface of your sides. You were telling Elle that you weren't ticklish many times, she wasn't listening. She was just enjoying how you were talking the most when you're faced to your ticklish doom.

Y/n: Please...Elle I'm not ticklish!!

Elle: Uh huh, then why are you giggling?

Y/n: I am not gigHEHEHHEHEHEH

Elle was brushing her fingers and long nails at your side as you were kicking your knees up, banging on the table. Elle was seeing your reaction to every soft touch or poke that was bought to your midsection. You couldn't stop laughing even if the air was tickling you. She liked that whenever she was poking your belly you tried to seperate her arms from your belly. But it was pointless, her arms were on you like glue. Then the short instances of getting your armpits and neck but using her light speed powers to trap you again. It made her laugh when you went on silent mode by Elle squeezing every inch of your tummy. You were kicking your legs too much that Elle had to redirect herself out of the booth so you can kick your legs freely. Once she was finished and you were getting your last giggles in she adored you, with your body still on her lap.

Elle: You know you should lie more often, I like tickling the truth out of you.

Y/n: Of course you do...

Darcy and Tara came back in, both were out of breath from running. To them, no tickling happened, just empty threats of the tickle monster while Tara runs her ass off. In the end Tara did admit she was ticklish, but Darcy said the tickling won't happen until later. Darcy was wondering what happened as Elle was still holding onto you. Elle didn't have the confidence to say anything as a fear of the couple shipping them with you. She didn't want rumors to happen as the feelings for Tao still lingered in her mind. After eating they all had a sleepover at Elle's house. While everyone was doing their hair and nightly routine Tara realized she forgot her bonnet at home. Darcy offered to come with her to walk to her house, even if Tara's house was super far.

Darcy: I'll come with you.

Y/n: Doesn't she live an hour away?

Tara: I'll just find a shortcut we can go to. Be right back.

Elle knew they were doing this to create alone time with you. She made her feelings more conflicted after tickling you earlier. Like there's Tao who's a long time friend but then you catched her heart quickly by your cute laugh and soft smile. But it was probably a good thing they left as she had the urge to tickle you senseless. You were on your phone on Elle's bed, waiting on her to start back up the jams. She got out of the bathroom and got cozy with you on her bed. You were staring stupidly at the ceiling fan spinning, forgetting that your shirt was being lifted up. Then her hand was steadily patting your tummy and poking it again. You curled up your ticklish body in a ball but went back to a straight position.

Elle: What are you shy about? It's just me.

Y/n: I know...but you'll tease me for it.

Elle: You think I'm that type of person? I mean...you aren't wrong. But I won't tell anyone.

You both stared at each other's eyes, obviously falling for one another. But Elle was stopping by suddenly pulling a tickle attack on you. Her leg gets on top of yours as she pinches your hip. Of course her method of pinning you down doesn't last when you fall off the bed and land on your face. But to her surprise she got on top of you and tickles your sides and armpits. Her obsession with your big smile is such a weakness for her. Seeing it makes her tickle you more, and more, until you realize you can't win. She stops, and at a random moment you're suddenly on top of her. She gets starstruck and panics at how attractive you are.

Y/n: Guess I win this time huh.

Elle: Oh look over there.

Y/n: Huh...HAHAHAHANOWAITHAHAHA

Elle distracts you to tickle your sides so you can fall over. You fall over gently, and soon she wants to pin your giggly ass over but you're occupied keeping yourself in a ball position. However your ball position wasn't helping as she was still tickling your belly and close to getting the belly button, which is a spot you'll go crazy on. But she did realize the hips were a major crazy spot and digged her thumbs into it. You were doing a screaming laughing, which Elle enjoyed. Tao wasn't that ticklish enough to scream his lungs out, which is something Elle seems to enjoy. She always sees Nick and Charlie get into random tickle fights with Charlie screaming in laughter and wished someone could feel that way about her tickling.

Y/n: IMTICKLISHHAHAHIMTICKLISHHAHHAHHAHA

Elle: Oh really? I haven't really catched on.

Y/n: PLEASEPLEASEHAHAHHAHAHA

Elle: Alright I'll stop since you admitted it.

She stops, and your body stopped curling. She gets on top of you, rubbing your cheek and fanning you after a long and vicious tickle attack. This time she had heart eyes for you, and it was the first time she ever felt so warm over someone smiling at her. But then she didn't want someone catching her being head over heels.

Elle: What are you looking at huh? You got a crush on me or something?

You grabbed her face and a kiss happened. Elle's feelings were mixing up, being tossed like salad. But in the end she couldn't deny the puppy love she has for you and she enjoyed the kiss. She took a huge squeeze of your side while kissing you which made you giggle under your breath. You both got back to the bed and made out. Elle felt many fireworks exploding in her head looking at you. The shyest kid in school, falling in love and managing to open up to you. You both kiss as you just smile at her, not saying a word. Of course Elle liked it when you stood there like a complete idiot not knowing that you can be tickled any second. She squeezes your thighs and does a big squeeze on your tummy since your mind was lost in space.

Y/n: AHH!

Elle: I think I should tickle you again.

Y/n: I think you should.

You were running around the house as Elle chased you throughout the living room, catching you on the couch. Tara and Darcy came in with Elle pecking your face with kisses while you were giggling at how much it tickles. Yep, they knew all along.

[cravingbro]

Totebag

siblings drabbles au : 750 words — physical attacks, bunch of clingy interaction, love-hate relationship.

My hands were shaking but I had to do this for the sake of my organization. So, I approached my brother and sneaked around his arms while he was playing mobile game.

"What?" he asked, still focusing his entire soul on the game.

"I need your help to—"

"I'm busy."

"When will you ... not busy?"

"I don't know."

I sighed, not knowing what else I could do beside waiting. The only thing I can do at that time was just staring on his screen while he groaned and yelled the whole time. Strangely, he never kicked me out even though I might covered half of his screen. Instead, he placed his jaw on the top of my head.

"What task?" he asked another question. He is so used with helping me finish my task. That is why a templated-question came out. But I did not have any task to do at the moment, so I did not reply except with a slow head-shake. "Nothing, it's just that our event ... need a model for totebag promotion on social med—"

"I'll take your picture later. Two more games, okay?" He cut my words with his offering, which I responded immediately. "No no no. It's not me. We need a man to wear it, so that it's not just women who'll buy our stuff," I uttered. My brother paused his game in instant then glared at me sharp. "You're not going to use me for that, right?"

"Please?" I practically begged in tiny voice, while he yelled his disagreement out loud.

"They knew you look good on camera, so they ask me if I could—"

"Why the fuck did you— Geez ... I can't do it," he yelled while raising both hands up as a surrender signal. I embraced his abdomen tight then whispered, "Should we eat sushi for dinner?"

"It's not about food negotiation. It's a matter of my face—"

"Actually you can look down! Or cover your face with hands! Make it something like ... shy, naturally-handsome prince wearing a minimalist totebag ...," I shouted in excitement. He frozed all of sudden, realizing what a monkey-like his sister had become when she is desperate.

"Please, they will yell at me if I fail." I put on a gloomy face, but he just blew my face jokingly.

"Louder than your teacher?" he teased with a question. "Even louder than you," I replied, mimicking his face when he is mad. He pinched both of my cheeks and shook my head like a toy. Then he said, "Salmon sushi for dinner and it's a deal."

"Salmon?! Hell yeah, my money's limited!" I yelled back, yet he just laughed out loud as he hugged me tight.

"Tuna tuna tuna," he bargained. "Fresh tuna. Raw and uncooked," he added as he smiled.

"Alright," I whispered. He then lifted me up, threw me back to the sofa, and stood up. Right before he walked, I kicked his butt yet he catched my feet and pulled it until I fell from the sofa.

"What shirt do I need to wear?" he asked as he covered his face from my potential-smashes. I stood up while catching my breath. I almost went all-out but he was giving me a gloomy face.

"Can you just ... go shirtless? It might sell more," I joked. He hissed and rolled his eyes before he pointed a middle finger on me. Later, he grabbed my shoulders, swung me, then pushed me while shouted, "Get out from the house!"

We continued throwing jokes and teasing each other until the sudden-amateur photoshoot was done and the sun set three hours later. As I promised, we ordered tuna sushi and ate afterward. However while we eat, I could saw his phone screen clearly and I saw him literally changed his social media's profile picture using the photo we just took.

"The fuck, man," I murmured. He burst out laughed although his mouth were full of rice. "Since I looked as good as you said," he replied and gave me wink out of nowhere. I choked immediately as I threw a punch to his shoulder.

"Stop doing that! I'm not your marketplace for that silly wink," I yelled. He chuckled and could not stop for a while.

For fuck's sake, that evening, I actually felt great that the totebag photoshoot went well. But the fact that I needed my brother to get it done definitely boiled my blood to the max. What a narcissistic ass he had became. He could not stop zooming in every photos and adore himself. Ew.

[abbatoirablaze]

Angel Of Death, Chapter 10

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings:  mentions of death/moving a corpse, manipulation, mentions of character death, mentions of torture, mentions of body parts being removed/blood/guts. 

Ransom sighed to himself as the light came through the thick curtains of his room.  For once he was waking up and he didn’t feel angry.  Didn’t feel the stressors of his family’s empire hanging heavily over his head.  He and Nicola had spent the night having sex, feeding one another each other’s issues while accepting the other; flaws along with their perfections.  Ransom had never felt more content in all of his life, knowing he had you beside him.  Stretching his arms, his brow furrowed when he didn’t feel your weight against his side.  He sat up and looked around his room.  The spot beside him was still warm, but you were nowhere in sight. 

He frowned when he saw his door open, and you weren’t the one walking through it.

“Where the fuck did she go, Barnes?”

“Had to go home,” he shrugged, going over to deal with the corpse.  Bucky dropped his supplies and began unwrapping the tarp, “you know she’s got an actual kid to take care of, Drysdale…can only keep your cock and bed warm for so long before she has to return to the real world.  She’s supposed to be the enemy.”

“Her stuff is still here,” Ransom pointed out as he noticed the lingerie that had been cut away was thrown in different directions.  Your bra hung off one of the lamps, while your thong was closer to the end of the bed.  Bucky picked it up and inhaled your fading scent deeply.  Ransom felt angry, “what the fuck are you doing, Barnes?”

“Her pussy was damn near in my face when she disarmed me, and if you didn’t fuck her, I would have after she got done with you,” Bucky chuckled, “Just getting a good reminder of last night, boss.”

Ransom sneered at his best friend, “really, Bucky?”

“Don’t worry, Ran, she didn’t touch me,” he chuckled, pocketing the underwear, “seemed like she only had eyes for the big guy at the top.  Makes me think I shoulda taken over for my pops when he keeled over, instead of agreeing to work with you…that’s the kind of pussy you don’t say no to."

"You don’t give a fuck about being the top guy,” Ransom laughed, watching Bucky move the corpse so that he could dispose of it.  He tried to keep his tone lighthearted, despite the sinking feeling he had in his chest, knowing that you left without a goodbye, “When did she leave here?”

“Leavin’ now,” Bucky pointed out, nodding his head in the direction of the long driveway, “look out your window.”

Ransom’s eyes went wide as he nearly ran to his window, not bothering with clothes.  And sure enough, you were finishing your walk from the door to your car.  You looked so petite, swimming in his cable-knit sweater and sleep pants.  And while he melted at the sight of you in his clothes, he wanted to be angry that you had left, even though he did know that you had a life outside of him.

“Fuck.”

Bucky grabbed him as he went to turn and run.  Ransom wanted with every fiber of his being to stop the woman who thought about leaving him.  To pull her back into his bed and make love to her all over again.  To promise her the world. 

“Not a smart idea, Ran,” Bucky warned.  Ransom frowned.  He knew that Bucky was right, but he didn’t want to listen to him.  He went to pull his arm out of his reach, but Bucky only held him there, “Ran…bide your time, buddy.  She’ll be back.  I saw that look in her eye.  She’ll be back…anyways, you’re still in your birthday suit…and while I don’t care to check you out, the only one that is going to be eyeing up your junk as you chase nakedly after her while she drives off the estate, will be Ari…and he’s been especially frisky since he and his ex fucked a few days ago.  Driving Curtis up a god damn wall so much that he’s threatened to make the guy a eunuch.”

“Ari isn’t my concern.  She is.  I don’t want to wait on her to sort out her feelings,” he admitted softly to his best friend as he watched her car pull away from the estate, “Buck…I know I wanted to fuck her senseless to prove a point…but after last night…”

“You love her, don’t you?”

Ransom frowned, nodding his head, “I-I think I do, Bucky.”

You were met at the door by your son.  He was sitting at the foot of the stairs with a very angry look on his face and his arms crossed.  You had to give him a soft look as you closed the door, but he didn’t budge.  You began to get worried, “C-charles?  What’s wrong?”

“Whose clothes are those?” he asked calmly, “and where were you last night?  You didn’t tuck me in, and Frank said that you were taking care of business.  I know what that means, mommy.”

Shit.

“What?”

The little boy pushed himself up from the stairs and went over to you, grabbing the sweater, “Who owns these, mommy?  They aren’t yours?  You weren’t home last night.  Where did you go?”

“Baby…I was taking care of business.”

“No, that’s what Frank said.  I want to know the truth” he growled, slapping your hands away from him as you tried to reach out to him.  He took a step back and crossed his arms, “Where’s Mr. Robert?”

You paled, “Wh-what?”

He turned on his heel and started towards your office.  Furrowing your brow, you followed him.

“Where is Mr. Robert, mommy?” he asked again as he opened the door, “because he didn’t come back and he was supposed to.”

“I-I don’t know…” you lied, not wanting to tell him anything, “Why are you so concerned about Robert?  He-he wasn’t supposed to come back.”

“This,” the little boy said angrily as he went to your desk and pointed to a large manilla envelope, “this is why!  Mr. Robert was supposed to come over to play with me, and he never came.”

“When did that come?”

“A few hours ago,” he admitted, “I was outside playing with grandpa, and a man showed up and said that he was told to give this to me if Mr. Robert didn’t show back up today.”

Your anxiety rose in your chest, “w-who was with you?  Where’s grandpa now?  Where was Frank?  Where was Nick?”

“Grandpa told them it was just us today,” he said firmly, crossing his arms, “now what is this mommy?”

“I’m going to tell you two things and you need to trust mommy, okay?”  you said in a calm voice, “first, step away from that…we don’t know if that’s dangerous, Charles.”

Charles, now seeming to understand that there could be something bad in the envelope backed away from it, “Mommy?”

“I don’t know what’s in it,” you told your son slowly, “But I need you to trust me…now get away from it, and come here.”

“Mommy, I’m scared.”

“I know baby, but you need to trust me,” you reminded him.  He all but ran over to you and leapt into your arms, “did you open it?”

“No mommy,” he answered, shaking his head, “I-I just put it in your office.”

You nodded and ran out of the office, closing the door behind you.  Without stopping you reached into your pocket and grabbed your phone and you went outside as quick as you could, running with your son in your arms until you reached the shrubs near the side of the house, “N-Nick…call Frank.  I need the two of you at the estate now.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly, “are you okay?  Your dad dismissed us earlier.  He said that he was going to spend the day with Charles.  He had a few of his guys with him...”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at your son, “baby…where’s grandpa and his men?”

Charles had tears in his eyes as he looked past you, to the side of the house.  He pointed to the back. 

“Nicola.”

“Oh my god…”

“Nicola?” Fowler asked, worry lacing his voice, “Nicola, are you okay?”

“I-Nick…I need you and Frank here…now.”

You dropped your phone as your heart had caught in your throat.  The back yard looked like a massacre.  Your father’s men were gutted across the lawn.  Blood was everywhere.  But it was your own father who had you dropping to your knees.  You were quick to cover your son’s face, but you knew he had seen some, if not all of it. 

Your father was sat out in his chair, a glass of whiskey sitting in front of him, with his eyes plopped in the glass, looking like ice cubes, and his tongue cut out, sitting on top of it.  He too had been gutted.

“Nicola!” you managed to hear from your phone, “Nicola…don’t move.  I’m on my way.”  

You were quick to grab your phone with your other hand.  You couldn’t stop yourself from dialing the first person that came to your mind.  It only took one ring before he answered, sounding out of breath, “Nicola, hey…you lef-“

“Ransom…I need you,” you cried, cutting him off, “please…”

“Where are you baby?” he asked quickly, nothing else mattering, “what happened?”

Chapter 11

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