#dark skinned noel i love you

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me when im in a Drawing Every Version Of Nischa I See competition and my opponent is alana 4PPLEC0RE (designs by @asmogorna)

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Gurllll drop the Noel fic rn pleeaaassseeee I need it I’ll even bark for it wroof wroof wroof ggrrrr

Willing

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, she's willing to go through things, he never thought anyone would wanna go through for him.

Warnings: this is pure fiction, age gap, there is a child involved in all of this, (really) bad accents

Wordcount: 1.1k

Notes: I am halfly scared of you, anon, and halfly you are just comedy gold and I love you. If you want more Noel fics, send request if you have any and I'll try to work through them as quick as possible. (Liam or Damon as well.)

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The little pads on the wooden floor woke her before she heard the little whimpers coming from beside the bed. With eyes closed she listened to the footsteps and the creek of the door as it opened like it always does, the quiet of the night making it grow louder than normally.

Opening her eyes with it, she saw the little girl pouting at her, with her bottom lip covering half her chin and streaks of tears running down from her eyes and onto the little flowered pyjama she was put into before bed. Purple flowers now seeming dark blue or even black.

“Hey, baby,” the woman cooed, sitting up and taking the small hands that were outstretched her way to pull her up into her arms. Slowly slipping out from under Noel’s arm that previously was lazily laying over her waist with a gentle grip on her skin. The spot where it laid being squeezed whenever something happened in his fantasy world to make sure she was still by his side. “What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t yet properly talk, only point and cry and whimper. Incoherent words lapping over unidentifiable sounds and morphing into a strange mix of gibberish and English those around her tried to understand. That were the only ways of how she could survive in this world. This world of monsters under beds and empty plates.

The child stopped crying at the attention, but her eyes were red and hurting. She tried keeping them close to keep the pain away but it didn’t help, it still hurt her no matter how hard she squinted her blue eyes shut. Putting one hand on her little stomach she tried making her understand. More whimpers leaving her mouth, more pain entering her eyes.

“Hun’ry,” she slurred with a tired voice, though Y/n knew that the moment she’d put the lights on that child would be wide awake.

Nuzzling her head against Y/n’s neck, wetting her skin with tears and salvia, chewing on the fabric of the white top, the small pleads for food were muffled now. Only heard as a hint for the woman to know what she wanted. Her small blue eyes were watching the man laying in bed disappear into the shades of the night until his silhouette was fully gone and replaced by a door, which was moving up and down as the little girl was being bounced on Y/n’s hip to calm her down, making her go quiet and not wake Noel, who was still sound asleep, in bed.

“Mama didn’t fed you right, huh?” she asked as she sat her down on the counter and started heating up the milk that was stored in the fridge. “You were already asleep as I got here, I couldn’t look after you as she brought you over.”

The baby laughed looking at the now pouting face of the older girl. Her eyes drifting over to the microwave and how the bottle inside of it turned in circles like a carousel they were on at the Christmas market a few months prior. The low humming sound filled the room, making the silence seem less foreign. Usually the house was filled with music and talking and laughter. Only after midnight it got quiet for once.

“I never thought I’d find myself here, with a baby and in love with a man 20 years older than myself. You’re not my baby, but I still wouldn’t trade you for the world. Neither would your daddy, you understand that? You are so loved, no matter what happens back at you mother’s place, alright?” She leaned closer, watching the girl’s pupils widen with every word, taking them in and saving them somewhere far away in the back of her mind so she could remember them even in years time. She wasn’t sure if the words reached anyone, but at least they reached herself. “You are not defined by the people you are made up from.”

The microwave dinged and the girl laughed as she felt tickles on her feet.

“I love you so much.” With a kiss on her head, the little girl was left sitting in admiration and hunger. Taking the milk, now warm and good for her to drink, out of the microwave, she turned around again, starting to fed the baby how it was supposed to be.

When she still pouted at her after getting her food, Y/n looked at her in a jokingly annoyed way. Scoffing and tsking her in playful admonition. “What do say, do you wanna sleep in a bed with me and daddy?”

At the furiously nodding head of the 2 year old in her arms, Y/n started laughing quietly. Turning around as the little girl was stretching out her arms towards the bedroom, assuming she already knew who was waiting, Y/n didn’t expect Noel leaning against the doorway, watching the pair with a content smile on his face. A little startled at the sudden figure in front of her, Y/n breathed in sharply, holding her chest as she recognized him.

“Shouldn’t you be sleepin’, little one?” He asked, taking the baby from her arms, as she nearly wiggled herself out from Y/n’s hold on her. “As should you.” His eyes were now focused on Y/n as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“You don’t expect me to let my favourite human being starve, do you?” She pouted at him, as did the little girl in his arms.

“Now you both look dissapoint’d a’ me, how you expect me to sleep well with that though’?”

“Hold us close and we might forgive you,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder and stepping closer.

“What a terrible terrible punishment,” he mumbled, leaning closer and kissing her lips, his hand lingering in her waist.

“Let’s get back to sleep, huh?” Y/n proposed, looking up at him and then to the girl, stroking her cheek as she was sound asleep against Noel’s shoulder.

Without an answer, he took her hand in his and guided her towards the bedroom, shutting off the lights in the process. Both laid on their respective sides, turned to each other, the child in their middle, softly watching her breath in and out, a sweet look in both their eyes. His one hand moved from moving the hair out of the child’s face to holding Y/n closer, while his other hand was held tightly by his daughter.

“I never thought anyone would actually be willing to go through all this,” he confessed into the night, making her eyes fly from the child’s face to his, watching her already.

“You don’t even know what I’d be willing to go through for you,” she confessed alongside him.

It was the truth though, no matter how silly it might sound. She loved him in a way she couldn’t possibly explain to anyone who has never gone through love like this.

[suzy-queued]

DVD Commentary: These Foolish Games

@stocious asked if I could share behind-the-scenes commentary from These Foolish Games. @shamelessdvdcommentary

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc) I wrote it from March through November of 2022. It's a 15-chapter fic, 96,884 words.

What was the initial inspiration for your story? I love the "Shop around the Corner" scenario where people fall in love via text but hate each other in person. I've only seen versions of that trope where the love portion happens via letters but they remain enemies in real life. I wanted to see what would happen if they were chasing each other in a huge love square. Picture me giggling and saying, "All we want out of Gallavich stories is to see them fall in love over and over again. What if every major character in this story is either Ian or Mickey in alternate forms?!"

What was your favorite scene to write? Hands down, it was chapter 4, when they watched the training video. This Mickey is based on a friend I had in high school named Jason. He and I had health class together, and we'd chat and joke around during class. But two strange things happened: (1) when we were OUT of class, he wouldn't even make eye contact with me. It was like I didn't exist. (2) when we watched videos IN class and the lights would go down, it was like we were dating. He'd hold my hand and lock our feet together and trace shapes on each other's arms. I never knew anyone who could Jekyll and Hyde so quickly between three different dynamics. Were we friends, strangers, or crushes? That history with him churns in my brain, and I wanted to capture how that felt in this story.

How did you come up with the title? I took the title from Jewel's song.

Other working titles included: This Bitter Chase Addicted to that Rush Shock + Awe Rules of Engagement Cock it and Pull it Locked and Loaded Brace for Impact A Shot in the Dark Caught in the Crossfire Come Out and Play Mark and Misfire

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice? That every chapter (except one) had a two-word title. I like coming up with chapter titles, and I thought that was fun.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this? I painted myself into a corner with the criminal aspect. My notes said something like, "Hector is doing something related to theft in the facility. This theft leads to unsafe circumstances. These unsafe circumstances are serious enough for his franchise to be threatened." I know nothing about trampoline engineering. I know very little about underground markets and precious metals. You don't hear a lot of media coverage of trampoline parks as mob fronts. I visited soooo many sketchy websites and researched what could possibly net Hector a decent enough chunk of change. I read documents about safety liability and franchise law. The takeaway is, anything can be solved with the right amount of research.

You know what was really fun to research? Videos of people doing wall runs.

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story? I started with a more dramatic rivalry between the laser tag staff and the bounce center. It was a blood feud, and if you crossed those lines, you'd be dead. It was a life-threatening and tense dynamic, which we as the readers would see as parody but the characters would take 100% seriously. Total noir, Quentin Tarantino vibes. The more I wrote, I couldn't sustain that intensity with a straight face.

Jett was originally "Finn," but I didn't want "NotFinn" to have the same initials as "Noel Fisher." Chara was originally "Samantha."

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this? I never put so much texting into a story! Whew! It was cool to figure out how to do AO3 skins for this story. I set it up so that Ian's texts were always orange and Mickey's texts were always blue. That was done with a skin, so I didn't have to code it fresh for every chapter.

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterization, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc) I'm most proud of keeping the identities straight. It was … a lot. With all the Shakespearean name swapping, the reader could still follow who was who (I hope).

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line? I can share a little about the process of keeping a long story straight. I made a dossier of all the characters, locations, and scenes as I was going. That way, I could glance at the notes instead of having to re-read entire chapters to find details.

As with all my stories, I hand-wrote this one. I filled three notebooks.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc? One trope is that I create art for each chapter. I also like to create logos for each story I make. Here is the full TigerZone logo:

I also create Spotify playlists for all my stories. Here is the one for These Foolish Games.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity? This is my most commented-on and kudoed fic, which makes me so happy. I think it's well-deserved.

Were you nervous or excited to post this story? Yes. The nerves never go away, no matter how much you've written.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story? Here are a few images that show the inspiration as well as what was happening in my life as I wrote it.

Our family (pre-covid) enjoyed laser tagging and trampolining.

We had a tornado and major power outage in 2022, which didn't stop me from writing. We took a trip to Chicago, and I was poking my head into every laser tag arena we saw.

That summer, as I was writing, Noel was in Brooklyn filming The Calling. I also went to Brooklyn, a few weeks later.

After the story was complete, my husband gifted me a printed copy. 😭❤️

This is open to all writers! Pick your favorite story you’ve written or your most popular or the one you think deserves some more love! Or ask your followers to suggest their favorite fic of yours!

Thank you for the ask! This is so much fun. I can't believe how many wonderful friends I made from this fic.

[foibles-fables]

For the soft fic prompt: 28, Hawk and Thrush!

combining this one (forehead touches or nose nudging or any soft variation on the theme) with a nonny's request for 9 (shoulder kisses) and @meg-noel-art's request for 4 (neck kisses). three for one deal let's go i blacked out

EDIT: Also posted to AO3, if y'all would like to check it out there!

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In every tired night’s late hours, defenses fade. They lie raveled in moonlight-dappled quiet and Aloy is all hands, all mouth, no pretense or restraint. She leaves nothing in reserve. Touches like an unfed flame offered kindling. Clings, so much lost time made up through insatiable contact—callus-drag and full-palm press, soft clothing and warm skin-scent, lips that claim and roam and claim again. It’s overwhelming in the perfect hypnotic way. Never lust so much as it is bliss. Desire as a need to be with, to meld and stir. Talanah lets herself be swept along in unfading sensation, taken whole and taken alive.

Most times it feels too delicate to address head-on. Look too closely and it’ll crumble—she’ll withdraw, stilted by the glare of exposure. Talanah knows: make no sudden moves. Don’t let these sweet moments collapse.

Tonight, though—as Aloy arches closer and her fingers fist slow in Talanah’s shirt and her mouth wanders over the sensitive plane of Talanah’s neck, along the line of her upturned shoulder—words are an unintentional impulse.

“Love when you’re like this.” Her voice is a husked sigh, a sound she hardly recognizes. 

Aloy halts and pulls back, but only just—only far enough for Talanah to see her lips, how they’re parted and damp. Half-lidded eyes flicker up. Shy caution stirs beneath hazed golden-green.

“Like what?” Aloy rasps in a messy, drowsed whisper. Tension threads through her gripping hands, but she does not withdraw. She waits instead, her breath hot at the hollow of Talanah’s throat. Talanah’s heart leaps to reach it. 

Through the starlit dark, bare honesty bleeds into the place where they’ve made their bed.

“Affectionate,” Talanah answers after a tentative pause. The word meets the air heavy, singular. “Physical. Makes me feel—” 

Wanted? Needed? Like something Aloy would turn back for at the end of the world? 

Those assertions could buckle under their own weight. With no lack of struggle, Talanah chokes them back and settles for: “Makes me—feel.”

A furrow breaks across Aloy’s brow as she tucks her face into the crook of Talanah’s neck. It hides her expression, but Talanah can see a deep crimson flush bloom across the bridge of her cheek to the tip of her ear. Still she holds firm, and Talanah returns the embrace, swallowing her trepidation.

Maybe it’ll be fine to leave things at that. Ride out the vulnerable shift in balance, adjust warily into this further-step. 

To not lose her to unspoken fear would be enough.

And Talanah is about to give voice to this, too—you don’t have to say anything—when Aloy answers.

“I’m not—” A jagged pause, bitten off, as though Aloy is just as surprised at herself. She glances sidelong at Talanah and in her eyes there is a battle: push and pull. The old need for distance, the new need for its lack. “I’m not good at—uh, saying how I feel.” Each word costs effort to shape, the kind of rough scrape Talanah can feel in the tight seam of their bodies. “Guess I just—want to make sure you know anyway.”

The admission hangs like sun-scorched smoke. They are tangled close enough for Talanah to feel each quick breath Aloy draws, to feel their heartbeats reverberate chest-to-chest. 

All at once Talanah realizes—she has been waiting for this. 

And she is ready for it. So ready. There is a fierceness to this certainty that blazes along her backbone.

It’s time to leap.

Drowning in breathless relief, she frames Aloy’s face with tender hands. The gentle-coaxed joining of their gazes is raw and bold and wide open. Talanah leans in to kiss away the creases crimped across Aloy’s forehead, to rest her own against it. When their noses nudge together, the corners of Aloy’s mouth twitch upward.

Against that tiny crooked smile, Talanah murmurs, “Then keep showing me.”

[fbfh]

I cannot shut up about Mischa and I'm not going to. I'm thinking specifically about the first time you get to see him in person. He's spent the entire year yearning for you. He's laid his heart at your feet, and every moment spent apart from you brings him so much pain, he doesn't know how he'll see the light of the next day. The only thing keeping him going is texting you constantly. Every free moment (and several where he should be doing something else) is spent professing his love for you again and again, telling you how the very thought of getting to be with you someday is like a glimpse of sunlight on the horizon of eternal darkness. What he doesn't know is that you managed to drag your ass all the way to his part of canada to surprise him for his choir's concert they're performing right before spring break. If you're smart, you'll make sure he only knows you're there after the concert, because if he spots you in the crowd he won't care about anything else. He'll jump off that stage and tear through the crowd to get to you. Before you can even greet him properly, he's pulling you into his arms, caressing your cheeks with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He looks at you with all these overwhelming feelings that are too big to describe, but you understand them perfectly.

"God has heard my prayers, he has smiled upon me," you can see him physically restraining himself from kissing you, trying to get it out, trying to make you understand how he feels for you, "It must be a miracle that brings you here to me, my love. Nothing less could keep us apart any longer."

He has more to say, but he can't keep himself from you any longer. He pulls you even closer to him, his hands all over you, his muscular arms wrapping tight around your form. He dips you, planting the most passionate, end of the movie, head spinning kiss on your soft lips that you ever knew could exist. He kisses you and kisses you until you're both out of breath, finally pulling away and breathing your name in a soft, lovesick sigh.

"Misch..." you murmur, caressing his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your skin on his. You don't hear the protests from Ocean onstage for ruining their concert, you don't hear Noel exclaim in shock that you're real, everything besides your Mischa fades away.

"The need for air in my lungs is nothing, not when I can finally hold you. My love, my divine angel..." he trails off, knocking the air out of both of you with another kiss, and another, and another. Suffice it to say they ended the concert early.

[scary-noodlesblog]

Creepypasta OC Character Sheet: Juno

Inspired by: @ketamollykaine

Name: Samantha Noel King

Alias: Juno

Birthday: September 8th 2000

Place of Origin: Modesto, CA

Species: demon

Appearance: shoulder length, thick, 2C type dark brown hair. Green, almond shape eyes that turn red when angry, and they glow dimly in the dark. Her skin is pale, almost a light grey. She is 5'5, with a feminine build, very curvy, DDD breasts and wide hips. 180 pounds. Her ears are also pointed. She has her earlobes pierced as well as double helix piercings in her left ear. She also has a septum ring. She has a round face shape and high cheekbones. Light pink full lips with a set of fangs. Her nails are usually short as she bites them, and the skin around them. And a parabatai tattoo just below the left side of her collarbone. Also has a c-section scar.

Outfit: any t-shirt or flannel. If a flannel then she has a tank top underneath. Dark blue jeans with rips all over, ankle socks with black, steel toe boots. Her septum ring is always in but earrings are 50/50.

Roles: Not necessarily a proxy but a Slendermansion resident, like Jeff the Killer or Eyeless Jack. Sometimes helps Eyeless Jack in the infirmary

Duties: assists Eyeless Jack, carry out missions for Slenderman just like any other mansion resident

Personality: quiet, but once she's comfortable with those around her shes very energetic, she has a soft spot for children. Loves music, almost constantly has some playing. Sings to herself but never in front of others, she doesnt like her voice. She's very smart, is also the kind of person that knows random dumb facts for no reason.

Theme Songs: The Emptiness Machine by Linkin Park // Superstar by Rivals // Man Eater by Rivals

Background Info: had a happy childhood, diagnosed with Dyspraxia, never had many problems until her late teens/early adulthood. She was diagnosed with anxiety, depression, ADHD, autism, and Dependent Personality Disorder. After the traumatic birth of her daughter, her daughter's overly religious father started swearing God was talking to him. Turns out it was a demon posed as God. When the voice told her ex to kill her, he almost did, she survived but the demon is tied to her soul now. Changing her appearance slightly and giving her newfound abilities.

Allies: Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Slenderman, Eyeless Jack, Jeff The Killer, BEN Drowned, Nina The Killer, Jane The Killer

Shipped With: you decide! (I personally vote Eyeless Jack)

[spookyspecterino]

Soft Moments in the Stars

Sam Coe x GN! Reader

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used.

Anxiety, worry, some fear (Sam is there to comfort you and calm you down). Comfort, breathing exercises, reassurance.

Staring out into the stars, while everyone sleeps, your mind starts to worry. Sam notices you're awake and stays up with you.

Characters: Sam Coe. Mentions of Cora Coe, Sarah, Barrett, and Andreja.

Haha, bet you didn't expect another so soon! This is short. But I really needed it. Now that the poll requests are done, I can get into the heavier more plot related stuff >:) (Aka: my sad era)

Staring up at the stars, what a primal instinct it’s been for all of humanity since the dawn of creation. The unknown, the curiosity, the wonder in it. How long have humans been looking up at the night sky? And how many of your ancestors have done just the same; sitting, staring, and questioning?

What’s out there? How do you fit in to any of it? In this vast field of stars, of people, of planets—why are you the one to go on this cosmic journey?

New Atlantis had too much light pollution to look up and stargaze at night. Akila city had too much dust and sand in the air. But now, in the cockpit of the Frontier, the entire universe stretches out for your curious, pondering eyes.

Quiet moments, when everyone is asleep and the ship drifts across the blackest sea, are rare. It’s an opportunity to sit and really think. At times, maybe the constant hustle and bustle from place to place, mission to mission, is good. It’s a distraction, that much is clear. The lively conversations among your crew, Sarah jotting down notes about unexplored systems, Cora with her enthusiastic book reports—is comforting.

You may not always have them. It may be, in time, this quiet, contemplative silence is all you have left.

It’s a chilling, anxiety-ridden truth that you’ve been forced to think of more and more. Especially now.

With every new temple you discover, every new power you gain, a rift grows between you and the others. There’s a distinct feeling to it.

Sarah and Noel look at you like you’re something to be studied. Barrett uses constant humor and jokes to cover his nervousness. Andreja feels threatened by the power imbalance.

Only Sam continues to treat you the same.

Sam—wonderful, optimistic, loving, Sam.

Your shining light in the dark.

Every outcome is uncertain, but his promises of staying with you—always being at your side, no matter what—is a comfort unlike anything else.

A long-winded sigh leaves you. Your mind can’t help but wander into the worst-case scenarios or worry about the unknown. If these temples turn you into some kind of monster… what then? If your destiny takes you on a different path than his, how can you see it coming? Could you even prevent it?

What about Cora? Will she grow up without you? Her own path taking her elsewhere?

Is this all for nothing? Is this endless space an indifferent, uncaring, void that only seeks to be filled with violence—

Soft hands caress your tense shoulders. “Hey. What’re you doing up?”

Like a light switch being flipped, the anxious, spiraling thoughts cease. A lucid calm washes over you.

You lean back in your pilot’s seat, feeling the warmth of Sam behind you. “Couldn’t sleep.” You murmur.

He hums softly, leaning down closer to you. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Hmm…” He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, gently kneading the other. “Describe how you’re feeling.”

“Frustrated. I guess. I have so many questions.”

His thumbs move to massage between your shoulder blades. “I can tell, you’re very tense.”

This makes you chuckle, a breathy and tired sound. You can feel his short beard against your neck. His lips ghost over your skin. “Come back to bed, we can work some of that frustration out.”

A very tempting offer. Other nights you would happily accept to be whisked away in his arms, forget everything, and curl up next to him to start a new day. But something stops you.

He can feel your hesitation. His lips hover and his hands pause.

“It’s…It’s not just that…” You frown at the stars. Sam’s faint reflection in the glass watches you with caring, patient eyes.

“I’m…I’m scared—terrified, actually.” As if a great floodgate opens, you release your thoughts into the still air. “I don’t know what’s coming next; I rely on Constellation to have at least some idea of what we’re getting into. Seeing Sarah and Noel just as confused as I am…it’s really unsettling. These temples and powers…what if they change me into someone—or something—unrecognizable?”

Your breath quickens. “I don’t know what to do. There’s so much responsibility on my shoulders now, it’s all so sudden. What if I screw up? What if I get someone hurt—what if I get you hurt? Or if I make the wrong choice and—”

“Whoa, whoa. Easy. Take a deep breath.”

You do, filling your lungs just as he does, as he guides you along.

In and out. Slow. In and out.

Your heart calms, just a little, but your racing thoughts still tumble around your mind. “Thanks.” You whisper, leaning your head back against his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“Stand up. I wanna hold you.”

His hands guide you out of the chair, sliding under your arms and around you like a safety net. Your hands lay over his. They’re always so warm, while yours are always cold.

His body presses against yours, flooding you with his warmth, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He murmurs into your skin. “It’s alright. I’ve got you. I will always be with you.” His fingers tangle with yours, smooth and practiced.

“It’s natural to make mistakes—and it’s not your fault. You’re learning just like the rest of us. There’s no way you can predict the future, so go easy on yourself. Making mistakes is human.” He trails light kisses up your neck to the shell of your ear. “As for everything else—we take it one step at a time, together. If something doesn’t feel right, we can adjust or take a break. Don’t push yourself. The universe isn’t going anywhere.”

Tears dot the corner of your eyes as you smile and nod. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime, love.”

You take some more steadying breaths, feeling your lungs fill and empty out rhythmically. “You always know exactly what to say.”

He chuckles, his breath is warm against your skin. “I know you, and I know how it feels to be weighed down by anxious thoughts.”

After a few more minutes of watching the stars, feeling your mind slow and your thoughts ease, “I think I’m ready for bed now.”

“You sure? I can give you some more time alone if you need it.”

“Nah.” You turn in his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re greeted with the softest blue eyes and a loving smile. “I’m good now.”

Sam presses his forehead to yours. “I love you. You know that right?”

“Of course.” You press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I love you too.”

His content, happy, sigh—one of your favorite noises—lifts your heart out of the gloom.

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

Comfort

Celeste x Noel, Celeste x Reborn, Noel x Reborn

Oc x Oc :3, Oc x Canon Drabble CW: Period heavily implied, but not directly stated.

She hates days like this. Days where she's just sore and tired, but knows fully well that she'll have to do things later. Thankfully for her, there was a Reborn currently in her lap. Celeste had taken the man's hat off not long after he settled on her, toying with his hair and especially his curls as she basks in his warmth. There's at least one good thing about this curse; it makes him the perfect size to hold like this.

"I see you two are having a fun time." A voice warmly laughs, slightly teasing them over how they were just lazing about. Celeste smiles though, beckoning to the other Arcobaleno. "Noe! There you are!" She chirps while the other approaches. The white-haired woman lifts Noel up with ease, her cursed form barely the weight of a bag of grapes for her.

"I know you don't always enjoy surprise visits, but I figured this would be an exception." The adventurer replies, awkwardly adjusting herself as her wife quickly began to cuddle her. The Snow Arcobaleno was cool against her heated skin, only making the Mist press against her more.

"As I'm sure you can tell, she's not feeling her best right now." Reborn hums, trying to pull away from his spot on her lap to address his other partner, only to earn a disgruntled growl from Celeste.

"Rebby... Stay there, you're perfect there." She huffs quietly into Noel's vanilla-scented curls. The other woman laughs, awkwardly petting her wife's head. "Aww, looking for comfort then, sweetheart? Don't worry, we're here."

Celeste relaxes again, staying quiet for a few moments. There's a bittersweet nostalgia with cuddling these two... She remembers all the times they did this before the curse. It hurts to not know when they'd be able to do that again... But this is more than enough. Almost.

With a swift movement, she picks up her partners and gets up from her chair, starting to carry them off to her room.

"We should take a nap." She hums. Reborn squirms from her hold and moves his way to her shoulder.

"I have to make sure Tsuna does his homework, honey." He points out. The woman freezes before calling out into the house.

"Tsuna sweetie, make sure you do your homework, me and Reborn are going to take a nap. We'll help you once we get up."

The dark haired toddler face palms while Noel laughs.

"Did you expect anything less from her?" "No, not really, just forgot how stubborn she'd be."

Celeste nuzzles them both as they enter her room, snickering to herself.

"You two love when I'm stubborn about my desires and you know it."

Reborn rolls his eyes, carefully pressing a kiss against her temple.

"I'll let it go this time, but next time I do have to do my job." "I know... I'll miss you." Celeste coos, setting Noel then Reborn down on her bed before laying down next to them. "We'll be in the same house still." Reborn sighs, shaking his while getting comfortable against her.

"And she'll miss you." Noel chimes in with a snort, settling down next to Reborn. The hitman glances at her for a moment before casually kissing her, feeling less weird about kissing his cursed companion normally. Celeste settles her arm across them, closing her eyes and smiling. She missed this so much...

[icepoptroll]

what are some little features/appearance headcanons u have for the rtc gang? like as an example i like to imagine noel as someone with lots of beauty marks or ricky to be someone with an oval face shape

u draw all of them so uniquely THEM its incredible and i need to know the inner workings of ur brain when u draw and add details to all of them /pos /pos /pos

Lol thank you for this lovely ask!!!

To tell you the truth I never really sat down and thought about, "ok!! Here are the features I think everyone would have!!" It's more so like, when I made my choir design I just sort of let everything come to me organically. For some of them I heavily referenced the actors in the 2016 version but for others I just sort of did my own thing. For the most part I can't really accurately describe to you what I was going for other than creating organic shapes and playing with colors and trying my best to keep them consistent from drawing to drawing (but keeping my characters on-model is something I need to practice at). Mind you, I'm a hobbyist when it comes to art. I never got to go to art school, I wanted to once upon a time, but it just wasn't in the cards for me. I turned out to be really good at taking care of people so I went to school for nursing instead and now I work full time as a home health LPN. I mostly do art cause it's fun and makes me happy but I would say my art skills are still far from professional.

When it comes to some things that did specifically come to mind, though, I can tell you this:

1. My Mischa has piercings in his left eyebrow and his septum, as well as stretched earlobes. He also has several tattoos. I'm a fan of nu metal groups like Korn and I feel like he would be too and so I had to dip into this aesthetic.

2. I imagine Noel with a really expressive face which probably came about because of his horrified gasps when Karnak exposed his working at Taco Bell, and also his mischievous smirk in the nativity pageant scene. These kill me dead every time. I also feel he has these bright, beautiful honey/amber eyes.

3. Ricky. . . . . My beloved. I'm convinced he has curly hair and some big-ass ears lol. His face shape is what I can only describe as angular yet ovular. He's a petite guy. Olive green/Hazelish eyes. Very soft, clear skin.

4. Connie has dimples, for sure, and soft, sweet features. I went for more rounded shapes with her.

5. Ocean. . . . She smol. And pale. And covered in freckles. I sort of referenced Tiffany Tatreau's face for her but tweaked certain lines and shapes. My background is mostly Irish so I love to emphasize those features in Ocean. I give her a cooler, pinker skin tone like mine.

6. Penny has an ovular face shape. I always picture her with tan skin and dark hair with bright green eyes (obviously cause of the Savannah scene). I also feel like she'd be quite tall. I translate a lot of Penny's features onto Jane even tho I know her head was just plucked off of Dolly lol

But yeah other than this I sort of just go with whatever shapes, lines and colors tickle my brain and then try my best to keep replicating them. I'm really glad you enjoy my designs for them!!

[dear-indies]

Hello! May I ask what your favorite dark-skinned female faceclaims are? I know that is very vague, but I have a brand new OC I am in the process of making, and I have heard the criticism of the rpc's favoritism towards picking light-skinned faceclaims. I am doing research of my own, but I'd love to see some of your (and maybe your followers?) favorite underused faces, if you don't mind! :)

Dominique Jackson (1975) Afro Tobagonian - is trans.

Florence Kasumba (1975) Ugandan.

Alek Wek (1977) South Sudanese.

Adepero Oduye (1978) Nigerian.

Danai Gurira (1978) Shona Zimbabwean.

Rutina Wesley (1978) African-American, has openly dated a women and men in the past but hasn't publicity labelled her sexuality.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro-Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Yetide Badaki (1981) Nigerian - is bisexual.

Gabourey Sidibe (1983) Fula Senegalese and African American - has Type 2 Diabetes.

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Leo Kenyan, considers herself Mexican-Kenyan.

Jade Eshete (1985) Guyanese and Ethiopian.

Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro Jamaican.

Wunmi Mosaku (1986) Yoruba Nigerian.

Lashana Lynch (1987) Afro Jamaican.

Ashley Blaine Featherson (1987) African-American.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Mame-Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Danielle Brooks (1989) African-American, has openly dated a women and men in the past but hasn't publicity labelled her sexuality.

Philomena Kwao (1989) Ghanaian.

Ebonee Noel (1990) Afro Guyanese.

Camille Winbush (1990) African-American.

Nyma Tang (1991) South Sudanese.

Aamito Lagum (1992) Ugandan.

Nyakim Gatwech (1993) South Sudanese.

Duckie Thot (1995) South Sudanese.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American, 1/4 Irish.

Mouna Traoré (1995) Afro Haitian and Milian.

Joy Sunday (1996) Nigerian.

Anok Yai (1997) South Sudanese.

Imani Lewis (1999) African-American.

Celia Rose Gooding (2000) African-American - is bisexual and grey asexual, uses she/they.

Non-black suggestions:

Please not that people do not consider all of these suggestions to be dark-skinned but I have been told that they are considered to be darker in their respected industries!

Nandita Das (1969) Odia Indian.

Semmalar Annam (1990) Indian.

Naomi Wang (1992) Chinese.

Yalitza Aparicio (1993) Mixtec and Triqui Mexican.

Kim Adis (1993) Bisaya Filipino.

Louriza Tronco (1993) Ilonggo Filipino.

Nadine Lustre (1993) Filipino (Akeanon, Ilokano, Pangasinan, Tagalog).

Devon Seron (1993) Bisaya Filipino.

Simone Ashley (1995) Tamil Indian.

Charithra Chandran (1997) Tamil Indian.

Nimisha Sajayan (1997) Marathi Indian.

Maris Racal (1997) Bisaya Filipino.

Jike Junyi (1998) Chinese.

Gabbi Garcia (1998) Tagalog Filipino.

Vidya Vijayakumar (1999) Indian.

Tiffany Espensen (1999) Chinese.

Ylona Garcia (2002) Filipino (including Bikolano, Ilokano, Tagalog).

Amélie Barras (?) Indian.

Ketaki Narayan (?) Marathi Indian.

Ayn Bernos (?) Filipino.

Varshita Thatavarthi (?) Indian.

@ THE RPC PLEASE REPLY WITH YOUR FAVOURITE DARK-SKINNED FCS!

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HamatoSami Presents

"𝐸𝒯𝐸𝑅𝒩𝒜𝐿 𝐹𝐿𝒜𝑀𝐸"

𝒜 𝒯𝑀𝒩𝒯 𝐹𝒜𝒩𝐹𝐼𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩

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SYNOPSIS

Anastasia Hall never had things easy in her life. Born and raised in New York City as an orphan her whole childhood, she's developed a good layer of thick skin along with a remarkable street intelligence. Although she was never adopted in her younger years, her high school boyfriend, Zayne Sacks got her through her troubled years.

As she mourns Zaynes tragic and sudden death, she digs to find the truth behind it and stumbles across realities bigger than she could imagine, and also some new unusual friends. One being named Leonardo. Join them on their heartfelt journey as they discover each others pasts and try to navigate their supernatural force that binds them. Will they be able to overcome their differences? How will her past affect their love?

CAST

Nina Dovrev as Anastasia Hall

Madeleine Petch as April O'Neil

Pete Ploszek as Leonardo Hamato

Noel Fisher as Michelangelo Hamato

Jeremy Howard as Donatello Hamato

Alan Ritchson as Raphael Hamato

PROLOGUE

The sirens engulf my surroundings. What was once a headache became a white noise needed to get some sleep. I lay in bed letting my beating heart pound against my chest as it pulsates to my ears.

It's happening again. Another sleepless night. With a hard sigh, I turn over to the cold side of my pillow in attempt to numb my mind to absurdities I've had to overcome.

Life was never handed to me on a golden platter. Originally from uptown Brooklyn, but I've bounced around to different parts of the city throughout different foster homes. I now reside in Manhattan. I was brought up in such conditions you wouldn't even believe were legal. From school to school and home to home, one can only guess how hard of a shell I've developed. I wasn't always a good kid. I never had a lot of means to survive. I had become very equipped in learning how these streets operate and I willing did pretty much anything I had to survive at the time. None of which I'm proud of. A lot of my piers would say I'm rough around the edges, but the facade I've developed overtime was a direct result of survival of the fittest. My sarcasm, dark humor and seamless poker face were the essence of my internal protection.

I gripe again still unable to keep my eyes shut. I found myself in the same position I've been in for most nights. Heartbrokenly lonely, even though, I'll most likely never admit to it. I preferred to do absolutely everything in life alone. It was safer that way. The cities crime has escalated far past what the police force can control. I was living in a real life purge. Only, it never ended. The only upside to it, was that I could get away with most. I also thoroughly enjoyed my little vigilante nights.

What once started as a small curiosity and a search for truth, slowly turned into me becoming a full time vigilante. Through all the dispare and guilt I hold in my heart. It is the one thing that makes me feel like I'm making some kind of difference, or in certain cases any difference at all. The adrenaline I feel from nights of danger will often times be the single emotion I can feel after going numb.

The adrenaline is like a drug to me, the fear of death is a toxic gamble I always willingly participate in.

Deep down I know, there's absolutely nothing for me to lose.

It usually starts with nights like tonight where I'm completely wide eyed and ice cold inside.

After losing my battle for sleep once more, I decide to be productive with my night. I revert from my bed and make my way to the window. I looked a gaze to the city that I had a love hate relationship with. I'm 21 now. And live alone in an obscenity small apartment in the heart of Manhattan. It wasn't much, but it was mine. Overpriced as any apartment would be in the city, but I specifically picked it for the view. I lived on the top floor, and when I wanted to, I could climb out to the rusty stairs by my window and climb to the top. The wind will hit my face and catch my breath, the lights of the city illuminate and help me forget the nightmare I'm surrounded by. This small, disheveled place was honestly the closest thing I had to a home ever in my life. Its cracked ceilings and cigarette stained walls gave it character. I am someone who can find the good in things most people can't.

However after everything I've been through, growing up in the slums of New York, nothing could prepare me for the loss of my boyfriend, Zayne.

I peeped at my clock behind me and it was 11pm. Next to it was an eviction notice I angrily crumpled up and then straightened out again. I was officially 3 months behind on rent. I owed exactly 9 thousand dollars by the end of the week or I'd have to find a new place to live.

Fortunately, I was really good at getting fast money. Not in the ways most people would approve of. Either through a good gamble or complete long a job for someone, I usually could make up money fast when I needed to. After the death of Zayne, I found myself digging deeper and deeper into a whole of recklessness. I never apologize for it.

My mind raced 24/7 it seemed. Between the rising crime in my city and just overcoming the death of a loved one, it was enough to make me physically ill, or in this case, unable to sleep.

When I think of Zayne, I can feel my stomach compress. I feel a wave a pressure run through my chest.

My body shook beneath me.

When I lost him, my entire soul went with it.

My heart sunk deep into my chest causing me to heave.

He's gone. He's never coming back. And I am completely and wholeheartedly alone. It was never supposed to be this way, often times I tortured myself from thinking of him so much. But the pain was always a reminder that he was real. That our love could survive even after death.

But that's why I had a very specific mission.

To find his killer.

Zayne Alaric Sacks. Died at 21 by a gunshot to the head. Immediately ruled as suicide without any investigation. Anyone who was close to him would know he suffered from depression, but would never go to the steaks of suicide. When I heard the ruling, I immediately knew something was off.

After months of tracking and playing vigilante, and ruling out every and any possibility. I narrowed it down a common denominator.

The only group of people I knew powerful enough to just so easily get away with murder right in front of the public eye.

An ancient Japanese clan that everyone knew as "The Foot." In which they inherited the name by seemly stepping on every soul and industry in the city. And the clan was growing at a wider rate, trickling their way into our legislation, law enforcement, stock share holders, and young adults. And just about nothing was being done to stop it.

I have been tracking their whereabouts for months. Coming to a dead end every single time. I needed to catch them slipping up. Just once. Lately I've noticed a pattern in The Foot's robberies. I had every aspect mapped out along my wall, trying my best to pinpoint their next move.

Deep down I knew none of this would ever bring Zayne back, but for the sake of his justice I knew I had to do it. I turned up the police scanner in my room as I did every single night. Turning and tuning waiting for my chance.

It's a Saturday night in September. A perfect and clear night for some crime.

And then a devilish smile allured my face.

Armed robbery in upper manhattan with hostages. Exactly where I'd predicted.

"Let's fucking go." I got into my usual all black. Armed with a hidden pistol under my jacket. And a few daggers in my boots. My mood shifted as my adrenaline overtook my nerves making me feel alive again.

God I love this vigilante shit!

I hopped on my motorcycle that I specifically bought for these occasions. Easy to ditch both the cops and enemies. It took me a few months to get the hang of it, and I still drive it pretty bad. But to me it was all in good fun.

I reved my bike, letting the vibrations stimulate my body, enhancing the rising adrenaline. I was focused as I was reaching my destination, attempting to get there before the cops could. I parked my bike about a block from the scene, following the blue flashing lights.

I needed to scan my surroundings before I got any closer. I scrunched my nose and scrutinized every sense.

I need a better view.

The array of gun shots, sirens and yells echoed off the walls of each city building. I found a nearby fire escape and began to climb letting the cold, wet rust flake onto my hands. When I was finally able to get a good view I got tingly inside.

I saw the foot before my eyes coming in straight from the top of the bank. That would be my entrance as well.

My motive tonight was different from most. It wasn't to stop the crime, it was to find more information. But if I'm able to completely stop the robbery that would just be an added bonus.

The cold air burnt my lungs as I climbed back down. And ran like hell to get there as fast as I could.

The cops had yet to invade the scene and get the robbers.

Typical.

I was impatient and immediately started climbing to the top. Completely in shock that I haven't been spotted yet. As I was climbing I looked above the building and saw what looked like more large figures getting in from the top of the building.

And I say "large figures." Because from what little I saw they didn't look human.

I've heard rumors of The Foot performing various amounts of experiments on humans and animals. So I knew there was a slight possibility that mutations of the sort existed.

I shook my head at the possibility. It had to have just been overly geared up Foot Soldiers. I gulped nervously as I reached the top. I slowly peaked my eyes along the roof to make sure I was alone.

There I observed a perfect circular hole they must have drilled from the top. The technology they would have had to use to cut this without making a sound while doing it in a timely manner would be unheard of.

I took a breath before hopping down, knowing the mess I was getting into. When I dropped down I was in a dark room. I searched for my gun breathing softly, quickly observing my surroundings. I found the nearest exit and tip toed to the side of the door hiding my self. I peaked out along the hallway.

All clear. I just have to move slowly, and quietly.

I was ready for a fight. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other, I made it

To the end of the hall towards what I am guessing would be the main room in the bank.

I heard a single creak behind me and my heart skips a beat, knowing that who ever is behind me is most likely armed.

The creak wasn't close enough for me to attack them, so I fight my hesitation and pretend I don't hear them.

As the creaks get closer my heart beats louder, now I have to gamble my life off of my pure instincts. And this is the adrenaline I lived for. This simple moment of life or death was the darkest pleasure of mine.

I feel them on the right.

I take a swift step behind me leaning right and backwards head boo them.

I hit my target perfectly! I turn around to see my first Foot Clan member directly in front of me. His gun is pointed down from being caught of guard. I kick the gun out of his hand and direct my gun to him, cornering him into the wall.

I can't kill him. I need his information.

I pin him hard against the wall. Gun pointed as I knee his groin.

I rip his mask off to reveal what looked like a teenager. No older than 15.

The Foot is really sending out children to do their dirty work.

The young boy shook underneath me. Terrified that I would end his life. My face softened. My fun was ruined.

"It's okay." I loosened my grip. "I'm not going to hurt you." He nodded his head. "Tell me where your clan is located at. Who is your leader behind all of this?"

"Th-they'll kill me if I tell you" he continued to struggle.

"They'll kill you either way. Whether it's purposely, or as a causation of using you for their crimes."

"We are bound by blood, we're a family." He blankly stated. "My masters are my fathers.

I cannot disobey them."

He sounded robotic and brainwashed. And in every way my heart twisted seeing the sight of this young boy who essentially had no essence behind his eyes.

"Then I'll talk to your masters, all you have to do is tell me where to find them."

The boy chuckled devilishly as his eyes remained stone cold.

"One of them is here right now." "When she finds you you're as good as dead."

"We'll see about that." I smiled before I knocked him out with a single punch to the temple.

I heart grieved for this poor boy whose soul was poisoned by the foot clan. I looted his gun which was a lot nicer than mine and ran back down the hallway in hopes to find this "Master."

I heard a commotion of what sounded like fighting down the hall. And ran around as fast as I could. I hid behind the wall, gun pointed up, loaded and ready to go. I heard multiple people screaming.

My breaths were heavy hearing how many foot members there were.

There was no way I could take them all.

I had to scope the situation. I nervously and slowly peeped around to see dozens of Foot Ninjas. All of them were wearing all black with guns and weapons much more deadlier than mine. My heart throbbed against my chest as I saw the hostages laying on the floor, quaking in fear.

The head leader walked around with a mask on. She seemed to be the only woman. I couldn't get a good look at her.

That had to be one of the masters. I tried

To scope every detail and clue that could lead me to their headquarters or any information that could help me at all.

Just then, all of the lights went dark around me. Smoke bombs went off immediately clouding every once of vision I had.

I couldn't see anything.

I had to keep track of the foot. I couldn't lose them again.

Another bomb went off sending me flying back against the wall. When I fell to the floor my body was limp. The fumes burnt my eyes. I heard an ongoing attack. I heard a mix of metal clanking and screaming.

I rose to my feet trying to make something out, but I couldn't.

When the lights flashed back on, all of the hostages were gone and the Foot ninjas were tied up.

Someone fought the foot. And didn't leave a single fucking trace.

"What the hell?" I whispered. Pointing my pistol down to the floor. "The roof!" I concluded.. I immediately ran back to the top. Hearing the fire alarms go off around me. It wouldn't be long until the cops would be here and my butt would be in a lot of fucking trouble. I climbed on the furniture to reach the ceiling and climb to the top hole and back onto the roof.

I had to get out of here!

I climbed down the building exiting the scene. I ran as fast as I could to my bike, as I drove away I shook my head.

Another failed mission.

"Damn it!" I screamed as I turned another corner.

I was so fucking close this time.

As I was driving my bike in distraught, I couldn't help but hate myself again. I had to do better. In had to find Zaynes killer.

I found myself later that night at my favorite local bar, in desperate need to medicate myself with booze.

"Hennessy on the rocks." I ordered. This was Zayne and Is favorite liquor. I instantly remembered him and why I was trying so hard to get him justice. I looked above to the tv casting the news of the robbery I was at before. I shook my head and scoffed taking another painful sip of my drink. Hoping to drown the embarrassment and shame.

I kept replaying what that boy said to me earlier. About how the foot was a "family." It made my spine shiver at the realization of how powerful and intoxicating The Foot clan was.

"Since when are you old enough to drink?" I heard a voice I recognized, but despised with every fiber of my being. This voice belonged to Zaynes older brother, who I've been avoiding like the plegue. Eric Sacks. An inherited millionaire who never came around when it came to his little brother. Zayne was never too fond of Eric, and likewise I trusted there was a good reason for it. Their parents died in a lab explosion when Eric was 18 and Zayne was 2 years old. Eric inherited millions from their family and from the tragedy.

Zayne always gave me clear instructions to stay clear of his older brother. As they never got along well. And I particularly wasn't fond at Eric's perverted attitude towards me to top it all off.

"Didn't see you at the funeral Eric." My eyes slitted and my body tensed. I was convinced Eric Sacks didn't care about anything or anyone unless it involved money or profit.

He sighed as he sat next to me.

"A millionaire can't always be everywhere at the same time." He gloated. "I did see the zoom video and I must say, your speech was really very, touching." He sarcastically slapped his hand to his heart. I wanted to end him right then and there, but I couldn't find Justice for Zayne if I was in prison for single-handedly killing his brother.

I'll behave for now I guess.

I gulped the last of my drink, letting the Henny burn my throat.

I didn't respond to him, the silent treatment will do for now. He squinted his eyes at me.

"You can sit here and be miserable for the rest of your life Anastasia, but I decided to move on." He snapped his fingers at the bartender. "Another Hennessy for miss grumpy pants."

I rolled my eyes un willfully accepting another drink.

"Yeah, well you and I both know that his death wasn't suicide." I cocked my head to the side with a glare. I knew he knew. "No decent human just simply lets that go."

"Hmm.. is that what you think?" My ears were steaming at this point. "Meanwhile you're recklessly playing vigilante every night."

I finally looked at him, shocked that he knew.

"Hey." He continued. "Despite what you think of me, I'm still going to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get killed or something."

"You're the last person I want to keep an eye on me." I scoffed. "At least I'm doing something to try and find more about his death."

"Yeah and you keep looking in all the wrong places." He said as his sipped his wine.

"Why, do you know anything?" I chugged my second drink. Letting it numb my heart.

"Maybe... my loads and loads of money that you hate me for might have pinpointed his murderer. Which is why I've been looking for you." As much as I hated Eric, the fact that he also was looking for Zaynes murderer humbled me a bit. "I know you hate me, and that I've been a dick to you for years but, surly we can find a common ground for justice here."

What in Gods name was he saying?

I looked at him finally to see his eyes soften.

"I'm listening." I painfully admitted.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called the Foot?" The moment he said that my heart fell into my gut, quite possibly making my whole body shake.

"Who hasn't?" I countered.

"My team were finally able to track the possible killers, but what we found is highly classified." He sighed. "Can I trust you?"

Trust.

Not something I ever wanted to establish with Eric. But for Zaynes sake, I might have to.

"Yes." I choked.

"The Foot has been running experiments on humans and animals for years, they often weaponize them and turn them into monsters. But in this case, four mutant turtles."

"That's sounds crazy." My eyebrows raised at the thought, I was now talking much quieter.

"I thought so too. Tell me though." He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a picture of four large figures on a rooftop. Similar to what I witnessed earlier at the robbery. "Have you seen them before?"

I swallowed hard. Taking the picture from his hands. "Ive seen them before. I just... couldn't depict what they were."

"You've seen them?" His eyebrows raised. "Oh my god, are you okay? Were you hurt?" He touched my face, which I immediately turned away from.

"No... they were at the robbery tonight that was all over the news. They were so fast and I missed them." I admitted. I shook my head. "Mutant Turtles?! And you're sure these are the things that killed Zayne?"

"They are the foot's main assassins, they use the mutants because they don't want to risk hurting their own men." It all made sense to me. "Anna. You are single handedly the only person I know who's smart enough to expose them. With my team of highly trained officials and your talent for fighting crime, I think we can finally give my brother the justice he deserves."

"And what exactly would their motive be?" I questioned. "Why would the Foot go after Zayne?"

Eric shook his head and nervously laughed like he knew the truth.

"After I finished college, I found out that our parents did a lot of the Foot's lab work before they died. When our parents found out the wickedness of the Foot the sought to destroy every piece of evidence. I tried to steer clear of the Foot for years, but they were persistent in finding us. The Foot is big on honor and justice. I think they got to him."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No that's crazy! Zayne would have told me something like this!"

"That's because Zayne didn't know about any of it. I was just trying to protect him, but all he did was hate me."

I sat and thought for a moment.

"Eric. I don't know about this." I began to get up from my chair, but he grabbed my arm.

"What if I told you that we know where the foot will be tomorrow. We hacked into the foot's system and found their next round of robberies set for tomorrow. With my teams help we can expose them."

"Thank you, but it seems pretty clear that you're the one that needs my help."

"I knew you'd wanna bargain. So how about that nine grand you owe."

I blinked hard.

"How did you?"

"You're not hard to keep tabs on Anna."

I took a heavy sigh. And I don't answer him.

"Okay." I said plainly. "But if I help you it's under my rules. We do exactly as I say." I bargained.

"Anything." He looked in my eyes searching for my terms and conditions.

Thank you so much for reading!

As always if you enjoy be sure to like, comment and follow. This story is also available on Wattpad @hamatosami

This is a re-write from my original story on Quotev! So I hope my original fans love it!

[leaawrites]

Pretty little liars P2. I need it

AKA...What A Life

Dilf!Noel Gallagher x actress!reader

Summary: in which, a video shoot is bringing out the jealousy in her.

Warnings: jealousy, fluff, making out, I kinda mixed 3 requests together

Wordcount: 1.3k

Masterlist

“I’m gonna shoot the music video for the new single next week. Gonna be needed in America for it,” Noel said over the phone, the disappointment of being away from her for even longer was visible in his voice.

The strain their separation left on him became clear every time he inhaled deeply as soon as she spoke, like he wanted to grab her hand through the phone and pull her on his side of the world.

And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t hide her own pain. Until she remembered the reason they found themselves in this situation in the first place. “Where are you gonna be, maybe I can visit? I’ve got some days of next week off.”

The silence on the other end had her regret her words for a second until he spoke again. “Are you sure? I mean, you know what we agreed on.”

After the hectic weeks of making themselves look like they were nothing but acquaintances, knowing nothing more about the other than what they might’ve found out over a shared dinner. They hid in plain sight and when rumors would turn up, they quickly burned them out.

“It’s not the public,” she answered, slightly rolling her eyes at the protectiveness hidden in his words. She was well aware of his intentions being nothing but meant good, though she hated he had to think about them beforehand. “We’ll be fine, as long as no one talks.”

“I’ll make sure they won’t.”

“A proper fever dream this is,” she mumbled as she read through the script. “How did they get you to agree to do this?”

They were sat in the little trailer Noel was given for the shoot. They had already recorded most of the ‘AKA…What A Life’ music video while filming the other two, or they would do the rest later.

“I grew up in the 80s, love, I’ve seen much worse.” Noel chuckled, leaning his head on her shoulder as she was sat in his lap. Her back pressed against his chest in comfort, his arms wrapped around her waist in protection.

“You can sit in my chair, I won’t be able to sit down a lot anyway,” Noel instructed her as they made their way towards the set. His hand in hers, holding it tightly and squeezing it whenever someone looked their way a second too long for their liking.

She watched the first couple takes being shot, listened to the corrections of the director and, while listened to the music, imagined her own little music video that she would shoot instead.

It would be less, definitely. The same storyline, but less on acid.

“How are you feeling about this?” Noel asked, his arm sliding around her waist, pulling her closer, as he saw the sceptical look in her eyes.

“I’ve stopped questioning anything about it at this point,” she confessed, not tearing her gaze away from the built up scene.

Climbing out of the trunk of the car, she could see Noel’s hand sliding up the girl’s thigh while helping her out. Lingering a second longer before going back to her waist until the director shouted “cut!” and the camera stopped recording. It was now a file saved on a card, but she could still see it playing out in front of her eyes. How his eyes looked at the blonde like that and how his hand moved over her skin when it wasn’t written like that in the script.

Looking at the curb in her finger, she loosened her fingernail from it, the pain shooting through her all of a sudden. It hit her like lightning , she shouldn’t feel like this. Not when , what he was doing once, was what she was doing for a living. Noel didn’t need the music videos, he wasn’t depended on them, she was with filming whatever the writer wrote from their imagination. She shouldn’t feel like this when Noel obviously didn’t feel like it either when watching her movies.

Looking back up at them, a certain darkness still filling her eyes, Noel was already stepped away from the girl. But she was looking at her, a second longer than a casual glance around the space. She wore a glimmer in her eyes, a certain look lingering in them as she caught her eye. A smirk on her face.

“Okay, that was good. Let’s do it one more time!”

The time that passed, before they were laying in bed side by side, was filled with silence. Unspoken thoughts running through the thick, tense air.

He watched her as she settled down beneath the sheets, her eyes not moving over to him once.

“What’s got you so down now?”Noel asked moving closer to her side, hovering over her. His arms found their place around her waist while his lips trailed pecks down her neck. All while not trying to overstep a line he was unsure of existing.

“Nothing,” she quickly replied, though he didn’t believe her a word. She knew that. She knew as he looked up at her, his head tilted and the same question still lingering in the air, awaiting a true answer. Taking a deep breath in, she finally confessed. “I didn’t like the way you touched her.”

“What?” He asked, shocked at the answer.

“I know it sounds stupid, okay?” Her hands found their way to his hair, gently brushing through it. “You have to witness me filming stuff with other guys all the time and you don’t react like this, but - I don’t know.”

“You think I don’t feel jealous whenever I see one of those bastards touch my girl? Fucking hell, I do.” His fingers trailed up and down her sides, softly massaging her skin, calming her mind.

“But you’re not so pathetic about it,” she continued arguing, looking up at him with guilty eyes. Her hand falling to his cheek, caressing his skin.

“If only you knew,” Noel chuckled slightly, a breathy tone leaving his mouth, before he connected their lips. Moving their lips perfectly together, like every time they touched, Noel let out a soft groan as he pressed his body against hers. Pressing her body further into the mattress.

“What specifically didn’t you like?” He mumbled agsinst her lips, leaning close enough to catch them in a quick peck every once in a while while waiting for an answer.

A slight blush crept up her neck and cheeks, avoiding his gaze by turning her head, he moved it back. His eyebrows raising in wait.

“When you got her out of the truck,” she started telling him, “your hand moved over her thigh and she just looked so smug about it after the scene. Like, I swear I saw her smirking at me afterwards. It just pissed me off.”

Stifling a small laugh, Noel moved his hand from her side down to her thigh. Grabbing it and throwing it over his torso, pulling them closer together. Pressing himself further into her body.

“Like that?” He asked, his eyebrows raising in suggestion.

“If you’d done that, I would’ve driven the car into a fucking tree.” They both laughed at her words, though they knew she wasn’t serious, Noel wouldn’t have put it past her.

“I wouldn’t have,” he answered, his lips hovering over hers once more. Leaning close enough to feel his breath move back towards him after it hit her face. “You know why?”

“Why?” She asked, slightly moving her hips up towards him to close the left-over space between them.

“Because I’m yours, and you’re mine. And no one is ever gonna touch you like I do, so I won’t do it to anyone either.”

[kulibrnda]

11. SURPRISE

When Reng returned home, the house was engulfed in silence and darkness. He exhaled gratefully. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He just needed to take off his dirty clothes, wash, and sleep. Everything else could wait.

Exhausted, he climbed up to the attic. He pulled off his bloodstained shirt and draped it over the lamp to dim the light. Then, he tried to wash the dirt and blood off himself in a small basin. The cold water chilled his skin as his thoughts spun.

“I was hoping you’d come back sooner.”

He recognized her voice immediately. Startled, he turned and accidentally knocked his elbow against the basin. The tin container crashed loudly to the floor, spilling water over his feet.

Ela was sitting on his bed, her expression glowing with amusement in the dim light. “Well, that was dramatic.”

Reng was speechless. What in the world was she doing here?

“Is someone there? Reng!” Noel’s groggy voice called from downstairs.

“Nothing happened!” Reng replied quickly. “I tripped. Sorry!”

He heard the sound of Noel’s bedroom door closing again, and the tension eased. Turning back to Ela, he saw her casually leaning on her elbows, as if this were her daily entertainment.

Reng took a deep breath. He grabbed his dirty shirt, wiped the wet floor with it, and wrung it out into the basin. Washing was definitely over for the night.

“You’re angry,” Ela said, her voice quiet but clear.

Reng flinched. She moved closer to him, barefoot, wrapped in a robe that barely stayed together. She smelled of anaku and smoke—unmistakable signs she’d come from one of the lively parties she’d loved so much when she lived here. Apparently, she still did.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, turning away. But it was too late. Her eyes were already fixed on his face.

Ela squinted. “What happened to you, Reng?”

Ignoring his protests, she reached out. Her fingers gently brushed against his face.

He flinched. He didn’t want her to touch him. He didn’t want her pity.

“What happened?” she pressed.

“Nothing,” he answered curtly.

“This isn’t nothing.” Her voice carried a mix of reproach and concern.

Reng stayed silent at first, but he knew Ela would wait all night if she had to. He gave in. “I ran into an idiot who had nothing better to do than pick a fight. Happy now?”

Ela narrowed her eyes but silently pushed him closer to the lamp. The light revealed his injuries in full detail. Her expression darkened, and she pursed her lips in disapproval. “Sit down and wait,” she ordered. Before he could protest, she disappeared.

[ohlookiehereanotheruser]

Masterlist of Denied Requests 3

Please take a crack at it everyone! Third Wave! More will be added later on!

Mogai

Coinings:

If it hasn't been coined already, can you do a term for an AFAB who identifies as another gender but still 'feels' like an AFAB/female and vice versa for AMABs?

Can you coin a term for one who wishes to be a luna moth?

Could I request charic term/flags for Pizzazz and Jem from the Jem and the Holograms comics?

can i please have a lumina ichihoshi-themed xenogender under the hackergender system?

May I request a gender based on a ( lost ) soul, daydreaming about wanting to be an angel ? - Coined by @/i-coin-stuff ✅ -

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Blinkies/Pixels/Stamps/Widgets:

None Submitted

Userboxes:

‘this user is married to loki laufeyson’ please?

May I get a dark gray and dusty-green userbox that says 'This user is gay for [SPOILERS]'?

Moodboard/Stimboards:

Could you do a Denki Kaminari stimboard?

Could I get a mermaid!Purpled stimboard or moodboard (whichever you want to do/is easier) with themes of family, and just general tropical feel/bright colors?

can I have a Kiibo moodboard inspired by Please Play-Bite?

could we get a moodboard for Rocket Raccoon (Marvel)? possibly with themes of space, family, & also anything to do with Nebula?

Can I get a Fall/Halloween theme stimboard? -

could i request a moodboard for a rinne amagi (enstars) kin who was in a relationship with mayoi ayase? i'd really love it if there were themes of thing like camping but that's not necessary?

can i request a blake (fnfhl) stimboard with glitter stims?

Could you make a moodboard with various Sanrio characters (including chococat)?

Can you do a Tsumugi cybercore moodboard?

Can i get an aggron (pokemon) stimboard?? -

Can I have a Celesgami moodboard themed after the song Dear Ms. Leading by The Dear Hunter?

Could I get a plaguegender stimboard?

May I ask for a Jeff the killer stimboard with red clear slime stims and knives/weapons stims?

may i request a black & white stimboard of Satou Ryusei from Tokyo revengers please ? And if it could include a football (⚽️) related stuff too?

may I have a quoll therian stimboard please? -

Can I request a moodboard for Sapphire from Steven Universe?

fallout stimboard (franchise)?

please could i get a rika orimoto (jjk) slime stimboard?

could you do a stimboard based off of noel gruber from "ride the cyclone" the musical?

could i get a jon sims (the magnus archives) moodboard with imagery of libraries, books, archives, and eyes, with a green color scheme? -

would you be able to do a stimboard for a clownfaced or primrose moth?

May i please request an moodboard for Ash Campbell from Sally face ??

Icon Requests:

Could I get an icon of Gir (dog version not robot) from invader zim on a gay pride flag with a screen mask?

could i request star n heart framed arlecchino reply icons?

lesbian Ara from Signalis icons please?

could you please do shinobu kocho pastel icons?

would xhe who stings be able to ask for some jellyfish themed replycons? -

Hiya, can I request purple icons of Gakupo from Vocaloid?

Could I request icons for Fukase (Vocaloid)? Medieval themed preferably but that's the only thing!

may I request headers and icons of Wally Darling with a summer/lovecore aesthetic? Any color is fine, whatever you think matches the vibe?

I was wondering If I can request some Red Blood Cell (From Cells at Work) icons?

May I ask for clown core DC comics Tim Drake icons? -

Could you please make some Sea Fairy icons of her newest skin Rippling Moon?

Can I request some asexual and aromantic icons of Rem (Death note) not with the flags combined, just two separate?

could you do some white and light pink themed icons for shirokuma from danganronpa?

could you possibly do genderfaun black pearl cookie replycons?

could i get some icons of raphael from teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012?Black and red and/or violent themed if that's fine

Rentry Graphics:

May i please request some Nahida (Genshin Impact) rentry icons?

Can i request a kedamono from popee the performer graphic?

NPTs/SNPTs/Usernames:

Can i ask for some Ace Markey based usernames?

Do you think you could come up with some usernames based off of Carmen San Diego?

Hi, could I request some Neos of Monika from ddlc? (Pronouns only)

Can I get some Airi momoi usernames?

Can I request some Vita (from Honkai Impact 3rd) themed Usernames? -

sua from alien stage id pack?

Dividers/Borders:

May I get a banner based on the ghost song "star of the show", specifically the macne nana clown module featured in its video? (Vocaloid)

Custom NPTs/SNPTs

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PNG/Render/Mask Requests:

Can you do a sprite edit of Hajime with his left eye red and shoulder length dark brown hair? (Danganronpa)

can I have a sprite edit of the gen 3 (ruby and Sapphire) Hex Maniac with short orangish red hair and pastel goth fashion style her witch hat and cloak being light pastel purple and her undersuit being light pink. I hope it's not too much?

Layout Requests:

may i request some Twitter layouts for greater lord rukkhadevata/the previous dendro archon of sumeru from genshin impact?

Needy streamer overload blog layout with any theme please?

May i request some Tumblr layouts for eri from my hero academia?

Could I request a light blue furina/focalors layout for tumblr please? No kin/id/me tags please

May i request some Tumblr layouts for griseo from honkai impact? -

May i request some layouts for valvatorez from disgaea 4: a promise unforgotten?

Can you please make a Tumblr layout for griseo from honkai impact?

can I request a yui ohtsuki tumblr layout?

could I request a bitter choco decoration (og not pjsk) layout for tumblr?

uri gokou discord layout please?

can u make obsolete meat layout?

could you do an omori layout (as in the character)?

i'd love to request a layout for diluc (genshin) pleaseee

CAN I REQUEST A ESMERALDA FROM HUNCHBACK OF NOTREDAME TUMBLR LAYOUT PLS?

Package Request:

Cw: dialtown/dsaf, Maybe a matching stabby & shooty icons with layouts?

Would you do valentine/lovecore sweetheart (omori) layouts and maybe reply icons? Possibly with a subtle lesbian flag?

@/hayelowhat - Any sailor related stuff...?

Template Request

None Submitted

This is the third list, at this point, people have submitted asks to us. Thank you for your cooperation with the entitative.

[chrancecriber]

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T Waters - Glass Reflections 00:24 Salt Tank - Sargasso Sea 00:20 Emapea - Laka 00:17 Moon Tribe - Moon Tribe 00:12 Ringo Orenji - Mikan 00:08 Karen Souza - Do You Really Want To Hurt Me 00:04 York - Bye Bye Baby (Chill Out Mix)

[thereapernoel]

"You should have more trust in me." Noel tossed the book to the side letting his other hand slip around the ghoul's neck and rest on his shoulder that he was actually fond of. He didn't have any qualms with vampires other than he didn't really believe they should be the ruling species for a number of reasons. Mainly, most were mentally unstable megalomaniacs, but some were rather intoxicating to be around. Tiernan of the later sort.

Noel tipped back the rest of the wine letting the empty glass fall to the ground where it haphazardly shattered. His other hand moved up and over the ghoul's chest. "I think it could be bigger." Noel bit his lip looking into those lovely eyes. "I always do." He knew full well Tiernan could tell if he was lying or not and he wasn't this time. "Though, next time you are gone so long you better have a gift. I prefer black for any sort of clothing." It was Noel's turn to pull Tiernan closer and down to him so their lips brushed with his next words whispered against the ghoul's lips. "I mean any sort."

The reaper didn't stand on ceremony letting Tiernan know just how much he missed him by sealing their lips together wasting no time betting entrance to that lovely threshold. "Are you going to make me beg?" Noel had a feeling the ghoul would as he roughly bit the councilman's bottom lip fully intent on breaking the skin, a soft moan leaving him as those devious dark eyes met that lovely blue hue knowing exactly the line he was toeing.

Tiernan really shouldn't have found it as amusing as he did that Noel had actually been taken off-guard by his appearance in his suite, but it was a little funny to see the reaper ever so slightly flustered. The councilman smirked, taking the book and then taking the wine, sipping it as Noel went to clean up. "Mm, very good wine," he commented before taking another sip and answering Noel's question. "Occasionally. This Grinch heart is just the right size. Did you miss me, gorgeous?" He asked with a grin as Noel took his belongings back, leaving Tiernan's hands free to do as he pleased. Hooking a finger in Noel's waistband, the councilman tugged the pretty Frenchman closer, pulling him against him so he could admire him up close. "I'm going to presume that you did."