#he laughs at her and she always threatens to stab him in his sleep

[unknownspecies]

i just remembered this investigator mc x mob member character story i made a while back

[anjellaufeyson]

The truth lays within jealousy- Bellamy Blake

Warnings: basically just cursing and knife play

Summary: Bellamy's your enemy but things begin to take a turn once you start fighting to push through emotions you feel towards each other.

Bellamy Blake made my blood boil, and I prayed I made him feel the same way. I was best friends with his sister, Octavia. Meaning, I had no choice but to be in the same tent or room as him. The rivalry between Bellamy and I formed when the 100 first came to Earth. We were on dividing sides, he had everyone in his control and made them feel free but that ended dangerously. I was with the group that wanted to help and make sure we survived. 

“Do you always have to disagree with me, Blake?” 

He turned to look my way, his hand resting on the map below our waists laying on a table. “Do you always have to have disagreeable ideas–Kane?” He spit my last name out as if it left a bitter taste. 

I’m just thankful he didn’t call me that other name, the one he knew I so deeply despised. My eyes rolled on instinct, “You’re such a dick, you are aware of that flaw right?” 

He glared my way, “You always keep me aware don’t you, princess?” 

I fucking hated him, “Don’t call me that, Blake.” 

“What will you do if I say it again?” 

My father made me train with guards on the Ark since I was a child, I could easily take Bellamy, and him forgetting that made me always want to remind him. I stabbed my knife into the wood table and as soon as I did Octavia walked in. 

She moved the tent opening away, “What is going on?” 

Bellamy folded his arms making his muscles fight with his shirt. I tried my best to not stare but as much as I loathed this man and wished him nothing but the absolute worst–he was the formation of my desires. And that left lingering resentment. “Your friend is threatening me, O.” 

I unstuck the knife and pointed it at him from the other side of the table as I talked, “He was testing me, Tavia. It’s his favorite pastime,” I said staring harshly at Bellamy. 

“How about you both go train, maybe away from each other? You can work with Murphy and I’m sure you can find someone, Bell.” 

I gave a half smile, “I’m sure every–what’s the number now?” I made it look like I was deep in thought, “Like 50 girls now? Are willing to train with you, you know your way around the 100, Blake.” 

Bellamy gave me dead eyes as his jaw clenched. I struck a nerve. “O, get out.”

Octavia usually hates when Bellamy orders her around just cause he's older than her but she listened without a fight this time. She knew I crossed some form of a line. She mouthed sorry to me and walked out. 

I moved over to him, my knife laying close to his throat. He didn't care, he didn't even bat an eye. He almost smirked at the notion.

“Tell me, princess, was I supposed to pent up everything I was feeling like you do? Tell me, how's that going for you?” 

My eyes widened a bit, “I’m sorry do you want me to just go sleeping around with every dude on this earth because what? I can’t deal with my emotions correctly?” 

He bit his tongue. 

“I guess maybe I should take your advice because I see how greatly it’s been going for you. The known asshole you only go to for a hit and quit it.” 

Bellamy eyed me, “Is this you trying to offer up, princess?” 

My breath was shaky, I scoffed, “Go float yourself.” I stormed out of the tent and went to the only place inside Arkadia where you could blow off steam. The training spot. Bellamy usually overwatches, sometimes with Lincoln so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made his way over here.

Murphy made his way over to me, “Need a partner?” 

I nodded my head and decided to not take my anger out on him–at least not with words. “Yes, but I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you, Murphy.” 

He smiled as he got into his stance, “I didn’t expect you to. I remember seeing you training from time to time with soldiers. I’m going to have to bring my A-game now.” 

I laughed and it made me feel a bit better, say what you want about Murphy–but his sarcasm and wit will always make you laugh. I got into position and Murphy punched towards me and I moved my hand fast enough to push it away and block it. We kept going back and forth, not taking it seriously. 

Soon, as expected Bellamy appeared. He crossed his arms as he analyzed our performances. Suddenly both of us began to take it a bit seriously, but I chose to ignore Bellamy. He knew I was holding back, it showed in Bellamy's face.

“Let me try.”

I ignored him but Murphy stopped fighting, I tried to regain my breath. Murphy was like Bellamy’s sidekick since the beginning, that faded and nobody tried to make an enemy of Bellamy. Like it or not he did run a lot of things we live by. Especially with Clarke gone. 

He got into position and I immediately went to attack. I moved close and elbowed his face causing him to move forward. I went straight for a kick to his bent knee and easily got him down. When getting up his hand stayed on my thigh as he rised up, it was like he was purposefully trying to mess me up. That could be the only reason.

“Damn Bell, maybe she should replace you as a trainer,” Octavia said while spectating. Monty and Jasper laughed. 

Bellamy stood up and hit me immediately in the gut. From the force, I took a couple of steps back, and I cursed under my breath. He shrugged with a grin forming on his lips. When he went to pull another move I grabbed his arm pointed it up, and used my left arm to push down on his arm. I twisted his shoulder and I knew I was causing pain. I had this move done to me and I was in pain for a couple of days. 

For a split second, I heard a groan from him, it almost put a smile on my face. “C’mon Blake, are you even trying? If you lose this–I can only assume where you’re going to go to…or who.” Maybe it was a low blow but he pissed me off before. 

My fist came towards him and he grabbed my arm tightly, almost hard enough to leave a bruise, and flipped me onto the ground. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was hanging onto this fight by a thread. I kicked his stomach and he caught my leg and tried to make me fall but I did the one trick that took me years to master–I kicked with enough force off the ground for a second to gain a stance to be able to kick him back. 

Bellamy went to hit me in the face but I got to him first and elbowed him. He spit out blood and turned his head up with a grin as he wiped the blood. He tricked me and by making it seem like he was going for a low attack, I didn’t move up in time to block him and he punched me. My lip began to bleed. 

“Guys, I think you should stop now. You proved you both can fight–now stop,” Octavia warned. 

We ignored her warning and kept going. I was determined to beat him, and I didn’t have a real reason why. Part of me wondered if this was my only source of letting my emotions go, maybe I wasn’t that different from that man that I hated. We are both stubborn, witted, determined, quick-tempered, reckless, and aggressive. 

“One hit and we’re done,” he said. “Better make yours count, princess,” he whispered. The way he made it seem, that nickname was for our ears only. He never said it loud enough for others to hear and I almost preferred it that way. And when he did, he was only focused on me. As if nobody else was on the earth with us. 

My thoughts were distracted and he immediately brought me down. My back hit the ground and I winced in pain, my back arched a bit hoping that would help the pain. Before anyone could help, Bellamy quickly moved to my side. “Are you okay,” he asked almost frantically in a low voice. He sounded genuine.

The gaze I had on him changed, it softened even though I was in pain. I was utterly confused. “What are we doing,” I whispered, his back covering everyone’s view of my lips. At best, they’d hear mumbles. 

“Your solution to letting your emotions out, remember?” He lightly laughed, “Fuck, we’re idiots.” Bellamy brushed his thumb on my bottom lip, “Truce?” 

My brow almost furrowed, “Truce? Does that mean we suddenly don’t hate each other?”

He laughed and began to help me up, “No, definitely not. You’re still the bane of my being.”

I stood up and got my words out fast enough before everyone crowded me to see if I needed Abby, “And you’re still the only person I hate in this world.” 

Bellamy slowly backed away as we kept our eyes on each other, everyone kept asking if I was okay but I didn’t reply. I was too fixated on the man I detested. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I said while brushing past them. The one person who got horrendously hurt was Bellamy, yet he didn’t complain or stop them from helping me. 

“I’ll help you to, Abby,” I said putting his arm around my shoulder which felt oddly–right. When I looked back to show Octavia I was going to help him, I just saw a group of disbelieving faces. I’d be shocked too, never would I have ever felt pity or thought of helping Bellamy. “I kicked your ass.” 

He laughed as if he didn’t have drops of blood on his shirt, “I’d call it a fair fight.” 

“I’d call it my win.” 

He glanced at my lips then my eyes, we came to a halt. “You want to finish this?” 

I could feel his hand brushing along my neck, “I think we’re probably banned from training together for a bit. Though I think that wasn’t a training session–that was fighting.” 

Bellamy’s gaze dropped, he stared at me, almost desperate as if he was yearning for something he never even got to get ahold of for years. His touch became more apparent, he stared at my lips as he talked. “I’m not talking about in the training spot.” 

My lips parted and suddenly every feeling I had for him disappeared. Only one stayed- the desire I clung to. Instead of going to Abby, Bellamy and I went into his tent.

It was as if both our strengths had been regain, like we were both pushing our limits to be ignoring our pain to mix it with pleasure. Bellamy took his shirt off with such poise and it made me roll my eyes. I started undressing myself also. My eyes lingered on his chest, God, he was so defined. Like a Greek god or a statue made out of generosity.

"My eyes are up here, princess," he said as he pushes me down onto his bed.

I didn't like how much I secretly enjoyed him calling me princess. "You're so full of it, Blake."

He kissed me roughly, as if we didn't have time to spare to be kind to one another. Our hate lingered and I loved it. I winced in pain because of my lip and that caused him to groan into my mouth. He was making it harder and harder for me to not rush this.

I switched spots with Bellamy, God forbid he lets me control one thing. I kissed down his neck being anything but gentle to the parts I knew he was going to have a bruise at tomorrow.

"Fuck," he whispered.

My hands traveled down his chest and before I could do anything he traded spots with me. "Watch yourself princess, if you keep going- I don't think I can stop myself."

"I don't want you to."

Bellamy used his knee to spread apart my legs. He put his hand around my neck and slowly pushed down so I’d be lying flat on my back. I felt my stomach growing butterflies. “I will be anything but gentle with you–” He paused and stared at my lips. “But I think you can take it.”

[all-pacas]

@emptylakes - the "chase gets 13 pads" idea didn't quite work for what i needed, but was too silly to not write, so…………

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Her uterus feels like it is tearing itself into burning hot shreds, and Hadley reminds herself she was not actually dying. Their patient, on the other hand, probably was: it was never a great sign when House ordered his team to the lab and told them to test for everything.

"It's gotta be auto-immune," she mutters, blinking rapidly as she turns from the computer screen, her eyes dry.

"If you even think the word lupus," Taub threatens, more wry than frustrated. He rubs his face. "I'm gonna make a coffee run. You want?"

"Please," says Hadley. She allows her eyes to close for a moment, pressing her forearm against her lower belly. She'd taken some aspirin, but they really don't seem to be helping, and she debates if another two would be worth it. What she wants is a hot water bottle and a nap: she has no problems working on a lack of sleep, but period fatigue is another beast entirely. The door slides open and she squints open her eyes. It's only Chase.

"He needs a new heart valve," Chase announces, glancing about the lab.

"I know I look just like House, but he's in the office." Hadley stops rubbing her stomach and rests her chin in her palm. Chase drops into an empty chair and wheels his way closer.

"I told him already. More importantly, I scheduled an OR for tomorrow morning. You alright?"

Hadley takes the question as a cue to stretch, trying not to frown at another stab of pain. "Yeah. Tired. Taub's getting coffee."

"Can I get you anything?" Chase asks. His tone's fairly casual — he doesn't sound worried — but it's a weird enough question from him that she narrows her eyes, wondering what his angle is. She and Chase are friendly. They're not exactly buddies. Concern is new.

"Test results?" she hazards, preferring to stick to a joke.

"Naproxen?" Chase does a half spin in his chair. "I can get you something stronger if you need it. I remembered my scrip pad today."

"Please tell me there's a non creepy reason you're offering me NSAIDs." Hadley asks suspiciously.

Chase grins at her. "Today's the eighteenth. Every month on the thirteenth or fourteenth, you get a zit right —" He laughs at her outraged expression. "I'm joking. Lucky guess. I saw you rubbing your stomach when I came in, so I figured stomach ache. But those aren't generally considered creepy, so I took a shot." Chase's grin falters slightly. "Cameron had really bad cramps, too." He pushes out of his chair, heading over to one of the machines.

Hadley considers this for a moment, then purses her lips. "No… still creepy. Explaining how you knew doesn't make it less weird."

"I'm just being nice," Chase says, a whining edge to his voice.

She rubs her eyes. Wants to press her hand back into her stomach and refrains. "Not a big fan of my coworkers tracking my periods."

"You think House doesn't know? And you dated Foreman, I'm think he's probably got some experience with it—"

"Like he pays attention to the bodily functions of humans" she scoffs, which is unfair to Foreman (who really had been quite patient, and handy with a hot water bottle, while they were together), but making fun of him is always a good bonding exercise when it comes to Chase. The joke works: Chase grins over from his table.

"Like I said," he says, "it was a lucky guess."

[d3eathnotes]

𝙉𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨!

⚠️ Warning!: Self harm, murder, bullying emotional and physical abuse

Nina had BPD

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina got abused by her mother daily after Chris was born. The abuse never let up; her mother would blame her and Chris for making her body “ugly” and would abuse Nina to the point where Nina would pass out.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina would always protect Chris, even if he was in the wrong. She always took the beatings that Chris was supposed to get.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina and her mother have a love-hate relationship. Every time she would finish beating Nina, she would patch her up and whisper how much she loved Nina and how sorry she was. After a while, Nina started to romanticize the abuse. She would sometimes purposely get in trouble just so her mother would take care of her again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 This cycle started at school too when Nina developed a crush on her bully she thought this was what love was getting beat and taken care of at the end of the day

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 One day she confessed her to love to Cythnia (my oc) she bought chocolates and everything just for Cythnia to spit on her and dump the chocolates on her

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina was desvaated she stopped going to school and she shut herself in her room and she started self-harming all over her thighs, forearms, and neck she would scratch her body all over

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After scrolling through some dark web forum she met Jeff through a chatroom at the time she didn't know it was Jeffery Woods the missing boy who killed his entire family.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They started texting almost every day. Nina developed a crush on Jeff, and she started dressing nicer and being herself again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina would beg Jeff to show his face, but he never did, so Nina was always talking in the dark when they Facetimed, which made her sad, but at least she had a boy showing her interest.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It was until one day Jeff decided he was bored of his new girl toy and wanted to try something different. He convinced Nina to cut herself on camera or strip down to her bra and pants. She was very uncomfortable, but she did anything and everything to get Jeff to stay.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina had gotten into a big argument with Chris over their relationship, and she vented to Jeff about it.

“ Wellll…nah nah your not ready it forget I said anything.” Jeff huffed

“What is it Jeffy? You already bought it bout just tel me” Nina tilted her head to the side

“you could just kill them…”

“..What?”

“You always complain about you family,you could just kill em off” Jeff shrugs his shoulders

“It’s up to you though.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina had to sit on Jeff's suggestion for a few days until another argument, but this time Christ told their mother. And her mom threatened to take every piece of technology away from her until Nina grabbed the closest knife, told her, and stabbed her mother in the neck. Blood gushed everywhere, and Nina blacked out.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She wakes up to her mom and little brother dead on the floor, the knife still in her little brother's stomach. She starts sobbing and begging for them to forgive her. At first, Nina was going to call 911 but decided against it. She calls Jeff.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The first thing Jeff does is laugh in her face and begs her to show him the bodies which she does still crying but Jeff seemed pleased and that all that mattered anymore.

“This would always be perfect..but something is missing doll,” Jeff smirks and shows his face with his slit smile in frame Nina gasps

“Jeffy is that really..you?”

“Of course, it's me doll but wouldn't it be better if you looked like me? I mean you already killed your family we’re so close to finally being together Nina!” Jeff laughed

Nina gulps but slowly nods “O-Okay tell me what to do.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nina does Jeff’s signature smile. At first, it hurt a lot, but she stopped feeling the pain. She couldn't feel anything anymore; she felt like a monster and a freak. Jeff was proud of her thought, and Jeff instructed her to do Jeff’s signature murder scene with "Go to sleep” written in blood on the walls.

Nina walks into the woods, hoping to find the love of her life.

I'm not sure I like this too much not gonna lie but I hope you guys enjoyed it! ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ

[saturdays--sun]

31 + 32 + 38 for Inigo! ✨

I GET IT. I GET THE VISION.

↪ content: 1.4k words. this is super weepy and dramatic, but so is inigo, so it all works out lol. set in the au where we got married in awakening <3 (from here)

31 - while laughing 32 - through tears 38 - reunion

he was seeing things.

that's what this was — an illusion; a waking dream; a trick his tired mind, sleep deprived from night after night of lying awake in lonely heartache, was cruelly playing on him. it wasn't real — he knew it wasn't real; knew there was no way for it to be real; knew there was no chance it would ever be real.

it wasn't her.

it couldn't be her.

but when their eyes met — when his shoulder had caught hers in the afternoon crowd of the capitol and they had both turned in sync to face the other — she froze just as he did; stared, wide-eyed and unblinking, just as he did; grew pale, just as he did.

she looked like she had just seen a ghost.

he felt like he had, too.

it wasn't her — it couldn't be her — but her eyes were the same shade of green that he had long since fallen in love with; her hair fell over her shoulders in the same messy curls he often coiled around his fingers; her cheeks were dotted with the same faint pattern of freckles he had committed to memory after countless nights of trailing his lips across them. the shape of her nose; the curve of her mouth; the choker wrapped around her neck and the gemstone dangling from it that matched the one embedded in his wedding ring — it was all the same.

it was the same, but it shouldn't be — she shouldn't be here; she couldn't be here. it couldn't be—

"inigo...?"

—her.

the sound of his name — his real name; the name he had been longing to hear her call him since being separated from her — being spoken in the same voice that he heard in every single one of his dreams sent a sharp stabbing through his heart; froze the breath in his lungs and the blood in his veins; made his throat grow so tight that it was almost unbearable.

he didn't realize he was crying until he couldn't make out her features anymore.

"i-inigo? what's—"

hearing it again — her voice; his name; the soft stutter and gentle cadence of the way she'd always said it — made something inside him snap.

in an instant, he had closed the small space between them — pivoted so quickly against the stone pathway, moved so desperately toward her, that his feet all but tripped over each other in their frantic attempt to reach her; to touch her; to bring her into his arms and hold her so tightly that she couldn't get away; so tightly that it put every broken piece of his heart back together.

so tightly that nothing could ever take him away from her again.

when his arms flung themselves around her waist, his face buried itself instinctively — habitually — into the crook of her neck; and while he cried into her skin, shaking fingers digging into her back through the fabric of her clothes, he felt her body stumble and bend under the weight of his own threatening to collapse on top of her; felt her muscles tense before relaxing into his grasp; felt her arms wrap around his shaking shoulders, slotting perfectly around his neck as if that was where they had always belonged.

"you're still such a crybaby," was murmured gently into his ear, her tone filled with nothing less than an affection so deep it very nearly made his legs give out. soft fingers found their way into his hair; threaded rhythmically through the strands. "...i missed you."

just barely, he heard her voice catch in her throat.

tighter still, inigo held her — tighter and tighter, as if he were afraid she would slip right through his fingers and vanish again if his grip loosened even slightly. "i—" he cut off with a shaky breath; a sharp inhale against the sobs that wracked his body. "i m-missed you— t-too— s-so much, koda, i-i—"

as if a dam had been broken within him, words spilled messily past his lips — thoughts and feelings he had kept buried, swallowed down as deep as they could go in futile attempts to keep them from consuming him; barely coherent admissions of how much he had missed her; of how badly he had longed to see her again; of how sorry he was for leaving her; how he would never do it again; how he would never let anything tear them apart again.

how all he had ever wanted from the moment he was whisked away from his home — from her — was to be by her side again.

his shaky rambling continued until her arms slowly pulled themselves from his neck; until his head snapped up, fear flashing through damp brown eyes; until her hands gently held his face between them, thumbs softly brushing away the steady stream of tears that dripped down his cheeks. a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth — faint and fragile, as if it were the only thing holding back a wave of sobs from taking over her as well; as if she were on the cusp of falling apart just as he was.

"hey, c'mon." just as soft as before, her voice filled his ears, the sound soothing his rapidly-fraying nerves and easing the unbearable ache in his chest. "smile for me."

huh?

something about the sentence — the gentle way it was spoken to him; the way that it was something he had so often said to her — made inigo pause; made his eyes blink the tears from them; made his breath hitch in the back of his throat and his heart skip a small beat in his chest. for a moment, all he did was stare at her — at the affection that colored her eyes; at the way her lips curled upward; at the features that he had resigned himself to only seeing behind his eyelids when he tried to sleep.

and then, he started laughing.

as if his body simply couldn't contain the swell of emotion within his heart, the sound tumbled lightly off his tongue and into the space between them, brown eyes lighting up with a happiness he had long since forgotten and a love he had kept painfully swallowed down. his arms moved on their own — unwrapped themselves from her waist so his palms could cup her face between them; so he could pull her towards him; so he could hold her ever closer and press his forehead to hers and cover her smile with his own.

i love you.

the thought sent a blossom of warmth through his chest — one that spread throughout his limbs; down the length of his arms and into the tips of his fingers; into every fiber of his being until he was sure he was glowing — until all he could do was press kiss after kiss after kiss to her lips; until she had broken out into a fit of giggles alongside him, the airy sound ringing softly in his ears like a precious melody.

just slightly, koda turned her head; in response, inigo kissed her cheek, his smile pressed against her skin. "h-hey—" she laughed out, the corners of her eyes pricking with unshed tears and the bridge of her nose dusting an adorably soft shade of pink. "i said smile, not—"

her voice cut off when he kissed her again; and when he pulled back, he beamed down at her, one of his thumbs drawing a soft line over her cheekbone. "but i am now, aren't i?"

a soft, endeared breath left koda's nose, her smile softening with the faintest twinges of amusement lingering in its edges. gently, her head leaned into his touch; and not-so-gently, his heart jumped against his ribs — threatened to burst, as if this were the first time she had ever acted in such a way; as if this were his first time touching her at all. "you are," she murmured back, a content hum filling her tone and quiet affection filling her eyes. carefully — as if she were just as afraid of losing him again as he was of losing her — she leaned forward until her face was buried in his chest, her head tucked neatly under his chin. "...i'm glad you are."

just as carefully, inigo held her — close to his chest; close to his heart that had finally begun to beat again; that had only ever seemed to beat for her.

"i am, too."

but i'm more glad that you are.

[myhandisfatemywordislaw]

new fic! this time it’s little shop of horrors because I do what I want! set post-canon, seymour has trouble sleeping, and has a bit of a breakdown. read here on ao3 or below the cut!

Its harsh, mocking laugh echoes inside his head as the building collapses, and Seymour screams as the walls and ceiling collapse and bricks and debris slam into him, burying him beneath their crushing weight. Spots dance in his vision as the pain threatens to make him black out, but he can’t, not yet, he has to fix this, he has to end this, before it hurts anyone else, before it hurts Audrey. Slowly, inexorably slowly, he claws through the rubble pinning him to the ground, coughing and wheezing on the dust, nails tearing and fingers bleeding as he tries to push the bricks aside and pull himself free. He expects to break through to air, but no matter how much he tries to pull aside, there is always more, and he begins to hyperventilate as he realises he is trapped. He can feel blood trickling down his back and arms, and he sobs in fear as he brushes against a green feeler that wraps around his throat and squeezes, and he tries to breathe but he cannot, and his head spins as he desperately tries to pull away the root as it wraps tighter and tighter, and his vision slowly turns black as his struggles become weaker.

***

Seymour awoke with a gasp of fear, desperately pulling himself out from where his limbs were entwined with Audrey’s, his breathing shallow and panicky as he clumsily stumbled out of bed. He staggered into the kitchen, flicking on a light and sitting down heavily. He put his head in his hands and exhaled slowly. It was fine. He was fine. He was going to go back to bed, and be normal, and make sure not to worry Audrey. He glanced up at the dark hallway nervously. He… he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t will his body to move, and he sat there, paralysed with dread and trying not to cry. This was stupid. He was being stupid.

He was so scared, though. It was those damned plants, he knew it was, it had to be, every night he lay awake in fear of the greenery bursting through the walls to attack them, and his dreams were filled always with Audrey II. And suddenly he knew what he had to do.

He paused before the door, checking and double checking. A small revolver in his pocket, the biggest kitchen knife they had shoved through his belt, and an axe in his hands. Was it enough? Not enough to face Audrey II, of course, never enough. He swallowed nervously. The corridor seemed to stretch and distort, the front door feeling so far away. It loomed over him, and the shadows seemed darker. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and opened the door.

He stepped out, then stopped short immediately, seeing the sickening green lawn stretching out before him. He swallowed the rising panic, and turned to tear away the roses growing up by the wall, ripping their roots out of the ground with his bare hands and throwing them into the pristine grass. Thorns stabbed into his hands and he started bleeding from a few small pricks and he drew back in horror, breathing faster and faster as he saw blood dripping from his fingers, blood Audrey II could feast on and grow with, and he shrieked, knees buckling as he curled up into a ball on the ground, hands pressed to his head as he cried with fear.

A hand lightly touched his shoulder. “Seymour? Seymour, what’s wrong? Did you have another nightmare?” Audrey looked at him with concern in her eyes, and gently pulled his hands from his ears where his nails were digging into the skin, and held his hands in hers.

“Audrey, I- I’m sorry you had to see me like this, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s alright. Seymour, you should come inside.” He nodded, face twisted in emotion and shame, and let Audrey gently lead him back into the house. She gently tugged his hands under the sink and washed away the blood, and gently wiped his hands dry. She carefully placed a few plasters on his fingers.

“There!” she said, seeming pleased with herself and smiling encouragingly at him. She gently dabbed away his tears with a tissue.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He followed Audrey’s gaze to the knife. “Oh- uh-“ he hurriedly put the knife back in the knife block, and set the axe against the wall. He took out the handgun and put it in a draw, hands shaking slightly.

“Do you want to go back to bed now?”

Seymour shook his head fiercely. “Don’t want to have another nightmare,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay! I can make tea?”

“I think- I think I’d like that.”

[creepypasta-cb]

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🔪 Name: Jeffery Woods 🔪 prefers to be called Jeff

🔪 Pronouns: he/him

🔪 Age: 23

🔪 Height: 5'4

🔪 Species: human

🔪 Eye colour: brown

🔪 Hair: black

🔪 Other features: He has a huge cut smile that goes across his cheeks that always seems to be stained with blood. He doesn't blink due to his eyelids being burned off. His skin is very rough and he coughs up blood regularly.

🔪 Occupation: serial killer

🔪 Disorders: bipolar, PTSD, schizophrenia, depression, anxiety and sleep paralysis

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🔪 Jeff was only 13 years old when his life completely flipped. It first started when Jeff and his brother Liu moved cities. They went to a brand new school and on their first day, both of them got bullied by three others.

🔪 Those three threatened Jeff with knives and harm. That caused something in his brain to snap and brutally attack and punch them. His brother Liu took the blame for the attack and went off to jail for Jeff. He did not handle his brother being gone well at all.

🔪 Weeks later, there was a party on their block. Jeff's parents dragged him along even though Jeff really did not want to go. Those three bullies were there. They managed to get Jeff off on his own and started to attack him and breaking bottles over his head. Jeff managed to kill one of them and run upstairs to the bathroom to escape the other two.

🔪 Well, Jeff got caught and one of the two remaining bullies caught Jeff. Jeff got into a headspace during this fight and it would permanently stay this way. Jeff has gone insane. One of the bullies poured bleach all over Jeff and lit him on fire. At this point Jeff would pass out and he does not remember anything until he woke up in the hospital.

🔪 Jeff was stuck in the hospital for days and his head was wrapped in bandages. Once he was allowed to go home, they took the bandages off and he did not seem shocked over his new appearance. He laughed hysterically out of insanity. His skin was white and leathery. His lips were bright red and skin was severely disfigured.

🔪 The doctor thought the laughing was a side effect from the heavy pain killers, so they sent him home. Liu recently got released so Jeff was happy to see his brother.

🔪 Jeff had this weird smile on his face for the whole day. It quickly turned night and Jeff found himself in the bathroom with a knife tightly gripped in his hand. He carved a permanent smile in his face and burned his eyelids off so he could always see his new beautiful self.

🔪 His mom heard the clanking of the knife falling on the ground and went to check in Jeff. She screamed and called Jeff mad. She ran off but Jeff caught her and stabbed both his mom and dad to death.

🔪 He then went to find his brother and also stabbed him saying his iconic line go to sleep.

🔪 After this, Jeff had gone off the deep end and would go off killing anyone who wouldn't sleep at night.

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🔪 Traits: brutal, psychotic, insane, ruthless, violent, cold, sadistic, flirty, selfish, girly pop, iconic gay personality

🔪 Likes: knives, stabbing, killing, blood, pain, himself, alcohol, playing games

🔪 Dislikes: Jane, Liu, criticism, being told no, being told what to do

🔪 Other notes: Jeff is always laughing and looking at himself in the mirror. He thinks he is beautiful and will make sure others know it. He always is covered in some sort of blood and will pick at the scabs on his cut mouth to make himself bleed.

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🔪 Position: switch

🔪 Jeff likes to act dominant but secretly really likes it when someone tries to dominate him

🔪 Kinks: breeding (recieving), extreme knife play (recieving), blood, gun play, shibari (giving and recieveing), cnc (need to talk about this first!!! Will not engage unless EVERYONE is in agreement), edging (giving and recieving), electrostimulation (recieving), humilation (giving and recieving), exhibitionism, gagging (recieving), katoptronphilia (recieving), size kink, muzzles (wants to be muzzled), collars and leashes

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🔪 Ideal type: someone who is insane as him and will go out on killing sprees with him

🔪 Sexuality: pan

🔪 Dating: in love with @timmburrton Seong [8/18/2023] Jeff: be my hubby >:[

🔪 Friends: LJ, EJ, BEN, Ticci

🔪 Enemies: Jane the killer

[uroborosymphony]

Ilana & Jay

Was she truly... a victim? Perhaps, a victim of her own lies and games, of these universes she built inside her head and locked herself in, furthur and furthur. Her world of secret pasts she wouldn't let anybody in. Except him, sometimes. "I know, I know darling but... Fuck, he's asking more than usual this time." She mutters, her fingers running through her caramel hair in frustration. Things were slightly different from the last time she bursted inside his studio, she truly is concerned here, not so much in control of the situation. Her heart is racing in that black dress of hers as it is difficult for her to calm down, slow down, making her pace around until Jay catches her shoulders to keep her in place. Ilana comes back to reality, her eyes meeting his, adjusting. Her features display lines of worry, unease, unstability. "Talk to him? Would you really do that for me?" Ilana questions, the corners of her eyes softening, gentle, marching corners of her lips lifting as well into a touched smile. She closes her eyes however, a mere second, her hands joining his around her shoulders, the gesture is tender. "No. No. I can't ask you to do that." She shakes her head, as if forcing herself back to reason, opening her eyes again. "I do not want you to get involved Love. That landlord, he is the type of sketchy rat who rents apartments with a no questions asked policy. That's the only thing I could afford. Single mother, no money, a record, nobody wants to give out their appartment to someone like me. He simply handed me the keys and the place was mine. It's a good one, in a better area than the last one, Luna has her own bedroom, she's close to her school, and she adores it there. Sadly, with men like this, rotten to the bone, the canvas always change into darker colors. He knows things about me Jay, the bastard did his homework pretty well. These ugly ugly episodes of my life that could get me arrested - to make sure he has me, to make sure he gets his money." She pauses, swallowing hard. "I threaten him back but look at me, do you think he takes me seriously? He thinks I'm a fucking lunatic who has so much more to lose than he does and who AT BEST, could stab him in his sleep. Oh I would stab him, if I could I would..." In a past life she would have, yet, right now she couldn't do anything to jeopardize the custody of her daughter and she knew that. Ilana laughs, out loud, of despair of her own situation, in that little deranged ways of hers. "And you know what, maybe I will."

            for @thegreenswillcome

[petrovaaaae]

White Winter Wolf

CHAPTER 16

warning ; mature

He thanked Steve, when he got home with a drunken pile of avengers, he thanked him. When they arrived home, Irina was curled up on Bucky sleeping. They had talked a little, but they mostly just enjoyed each others company that night, slipping in little kisses throughout the night. But he didn't push it, no. He wanted her to take the lead, he wanted her to be comfortable. Hell, even if he was new to this whole...dating in this age. He didn't want her to feel pressured, forced, or anything like that. So, that was how they went. They would spend time together like they always did, but Steve joined them now. Why? Because Steve knew. And when Steve wasn't there, Bucky would steal kisses from her, he would pepper her face with them and take delight in her laughter as he did. He loved seeing that flush of pink on her cheeks, that little bright light sparkling in her eyes. Even then they were in the living area, when others were around, he would watch her, and she would often catch him staring and offer him a soft smile. 

"So, the threat to your life has officially been eradicated," Stark said as he walked in. They had been in the living area. Irina and Thor were playing some games console thing. Bucky had no clue what it was, so he just watched the graphics and pictures moving on the screen. Irina took the headset off, turning around to look at Tony.

"What?" She asked, raising a brow. "How?"

"Steve and Natasha took down the organisation, they are officially prisoners of the state." Tony admitted and Irina rolled her head, looking at Thor who was staring at her.

"Lady Irina, mere mortals dared to threaten your life?" Thor asked and Irina laughed "You should have told me, I would flew to their houses and brought my hammer to show them that they do not threaten the life of my dear friend."

​Irina tutted, shaking her head. "Tried to stab me, in broad daylight."

"Using knives is a cowards trick." Thor said, shaking his head "Why would they threaten your life, lady Irina? you are a gentle soul."

"Ah, yeah, no can do buddy." Stark said, shaking his head and Irina glanced over at Bucky and smiled at him. Bucky felt the corner of his lip tug because he knew what Stark was going to say "She kidnapped their boss and beat the shit out of him."

​Thor looked at Irina and pursed his lips "I am sure it was justified."

"Was it justified? Barnes and noble, was it justified?" Tony asked, causing Bucky to roll his head towards Tony, running his tongue along his bottom lip as he tugged it between his teeth. His eyes glanced back at Irina, who had her brow raised with a grin. "No! Don't look at her!" Bucky looked back at Tony.

"We got what we needed." Bucky said, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Of course you did, physco sally in the corner beat it from him." Tony said, causing Irina to snort at his words. Although Bucky noticed this was the second time Tony had referenced Irina's rather unhinged nature, did it bother him? Yes. She was...crazy, she was just.....exotic. 

​"He shouldn't have taken it personally." Irina said, looking back at the tv 

"He is no true man if he can not take a punch from a little girl." Thor said, causing Irina to look at him with narrowed eyes. "What? You are little."

"I will punch you next if you don't watch your mouth, meat head." Irina drawled. 

"I am on your side, Lady Irina." Thor said, shaking his head, "In any case, by punching me, you will only maim yourself."

"You think that." Bucky said, and Thor looked at him, furrowing his brows

"She has punched you?" Thor asked in disbelief. 

"Twice." Bucky stated flatly "Both times it hurt."

"I also kicked his ass once," Irina interjected. 

"You...You did not." Bucky said, looking at her and she grinned. "It was an unfair advantage."

"Barnes, we have the footage," Tony said, looking over at him. Wait, they had the footage of Irina literally knocking the stuffing out of him? 

​"We can save him the embarrassment of having to watch himself get floored." Irina said. 

"No! Bring it to me, I want to watch." Thor demanded and Irina stood up, laughing "Lady Irina, where are you going? We still have another round!"

"Thor, I have been stuck here in this compound for ages." Irina admitted, looking at him. "Not that..I don't appreciate your company, but I really need to get out of here before I actually do go insane." 

"Where you going?" Tony asked, and Irina groaned, looking at him. "Just because the target is off your back, doesn't mean I won't worry."

"Ask cold snap." Irina said, as Bucky's head snapped up. "Hurry up, James." She said as she walked away. Oh, so it looked as if they were going out today. He stood up, nodding his head as he followed after Irina.

"Frosty flake, call me if you get into trouble." Tony called after them and he found Irina beside the elevator humming. Did he know where they were going? No. But, he didn't mind. 

"Will you bring me to that place?" Irina asked, turning to look at him and he nodded. He guessed she needed to just be away from here, even if it was just for a few hours. So, they got into the elevator, going down to the garage, but this time he brought the car. It was getting a little chilly, so the bike wasn't acceptable. Well, he could stick the chill, but Irina couldn't. She got cold easily, especially since she was more prone to wearing dresses. Like now, she was wearing a grey-type pinafore dress with a white shirt underneath and those black fashion combat boots. So, they got into the car and he set off on the journey. Along the way, Irina was humming along to the radio station and Bucky had his hand placed on her thigh. When he did it she smiled at him, she didn't mind it. When they reached the spot, she got out of the car, moving round it to sit on the bumper. He watched how her chesnut hair blew in the wind, how she inhaled the sweet essence of nature. She must have really missed it, heck, even Bucky missed it. 

Getting out of the car, he walked around it to sit on the bumper with her "Egg died." Irina suddenly said and he looked at her "He died this morning." She looked at him, for a moment he didn't know if she was going to cry...but she suddenly burst out into laughter "I guess living in a bowl really does shorten your life."

"Poor egg." Bucky mumbled looking away "I guess you don't want another goldfish?"

"No." She replied instantly turning her head to look at him "Absolutely not."

"Alpine is pretty easy to take care off, he just kind off...does his own thing." Bucky admitted, which was probably why he liked alpine so much. 

"I don't think I have the concentration span to actually look after an animal." She admitted, looking away "I forgot to feed egg like...many times."

"Again, poor egg." Bucky turned his head to look at her "Why did you name him egg?"

"Because fish come from eggs." She said and Bucky couldn't help the laughter that erupted from him "What? They do!" 

"Roe, Irina." Bucky whispered, running his tongue over his lips as he tried to contain his grin "Roe."

"Roe, eggs, same thing." Irina said, and she pushed herself up to sit up on the bumper, her legs dangling off it "I always did want a gerbil, but I think if I brought anything small and furry back to the compound Stark would absolutely....freak...." Her words trailed off as she turned her head to look at him "You are friends with rocket, aren't you?"

God. That Racoon "His friend, Nebula, stole my arm once." He said, turning his head to look at her and she raised her brow "Not this one, my old one. He wanted to buy it, and my gun."

"He is so cool." Irina whispered, her gaze drifting away "Gosh, the tree as well! Groot!" 

"Groot.." Bucky repeated the name, nodding his head with a smile. How insane was it that there were talking, walking trees? and raccoons? Heck, he didn't even question it anymore. When he had told Raynor about Rocket during his first session, she just laughed at him.

"If you could be a vegetable, which one would you be? And why?" Irina suddenly asked, but when he looked at her there was that clouded look over her eye, she was actually serious about this. She was deep in thought "I would be a carrot, it's needed in mostly everything." She said. Bucky simply stared at her, and she turned her head to look at him, a smile pulling on her face "What?"

​She had such an innocence about her, he had thought this time and time again, but that innocence radiated and pulled on him. Even though, at times, she could prove to be a murderous little demon, she was pure of heart "You are so fucking adorable." Bucky mumbled, shifting so he stood between her legs, she placed her arms around his neck, tilting her head. He could see that little light dancing in her eyes. He nudged his nose against hers, and he could feel her shifting closer to him, so he moved closer, so was pressed against her, his lips ghosting over hers. He could feel her fingertips running against the nape of her neck, her nails scrapping at the flesh and he could feel that warmth running over him, sending a pulsing heat to his loins. Did she feel it? She had to have felt it, he was pressed against her core.

"Can we go back to yours?" She suddenly asked and he nodded, pressing a soft kiss against her lips before he pulled back. He held his hand out, helping her off the bumper of the car, before getting into the car. The journey back he noticed how she constantly shifted in the seat, was she uncomfortable? Was that why she suddenly asked to go? God, did he make he feel...pressured? He knew that look, when her pupils would dilate, when that fog covered her eyes, she was in thought. When they pulled up, they got out of the car, and again she was quiet as they went up. Was he concerned? Yes. More than concerned, he was anxious. And when they got inside, she gone what she always done, took off her boots because in her own words, she hated shoes in the house...which...was valid. So he did as well. Finally, he sat on the couch, and as soon as he did, alpine scampered off, stalking off into the bedroom, disgruntled that he had been disturbed. And he watched as Irina paced, back and forth, again, as in thought.

"Irina.." Bucky said and she turned and looked at him. "I'm sorry if you feel as if I...Did I make you uncomfortable?" her shoulders slumped and she shook her head, suddenly she came over, straddling his lap and he sat back against the couch, watching her. She hesitated, looking down, running her tongue over her lips before sighing "What is it, doll?" Suddenly she looked up at him, pouting her lip.

"I want you so badly, but I don't know what to do." She whispered, and this statement shook him. Then he remembered why. That conversation they had the night he picked her up whilst she was drunk, when she all but told him she had...only slept with one other person before, and even that was years ago "Well...I do..but...I don't and..." Bucky leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling as he laughed "Bucky stop laughing." It was the first time she had actually called him his nickname as well. Well, apart from that time, she called him it by accident. This time she actually meant to say it.

"You just surprise me every single god damn time." Bucky admitted, looking at her and she raised a brow "Just...Tell me what you want, doll." 

"You." Irina whispered. And he placed his hands on her hips, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

"You have to be a little more specific than that, doll." He said, and she shifted so her core was placed directly on top of him, firmly planted against his aching crotch, and it took every single last bit of his control to stop himself from rocking up against her "No no, tell me."

"Inside of me," Irina whispered. He saw how her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at those words. God, to hear such ungodly words come from such an innocent mouth, did things to him. 

"I think you're wearing too much clothes for that, doll." Bucky said and her gaze dropped as she nodded. Her hands went to the little buttons on the dress, popping them off. With each button he saw how her nerves built up. Was it because he was watching her? How could he not? She was perfect in his eyes. God, she was more than perfection. When the last button was undone, she took the dress off, throwing it aside before she began unbuttoning that shirt she wore underneath, but before she could open it he wrapped his hand around hers, because he could see the heavy rise and fall with each breath she took, how it quickened with each button that came undone. Irina looked at him, but he sat forward, capturing her lips and her hands moved to the back of his neck, gripping at the short strands of hair. 

He broke from the kiss as he kissed along her jaw, moving down her neck as he placed open mouth kisses, nipping gently. He heard her soft gasps, and her hips rocked slowly against his own, which, again, he fought the urge to respond to. His hand moved up, pushing the shirt off her shoulders as she let go of those short strands of hair, letting him push the material of her, as he scattered kisses along her collar bone. moving lower until he captured one of her perk nipples in his mouth, hearing her breath hitch as her hands went to his hair once more, tugging on those short strands on the nape of his neck, before he paid attention to the other, tugging it against his teeth and when she rocked her hips, he bucked up against her. 

Suddenly he tore away, pulling at the hem of his own shirt and tugging it off, throwing it aside. When he did, her hands went to his chest, running across his skin, her fingertips running against each groove and line, as if she was trying to memorize every detail of his body. He looked at her, his eyes searching her own as her hand came up, her fingertips trailing against his cheek, trailing against the groove of his lips until it dropped and he pressed his lips against hers, his hands running over her thighs, running along the curve of his hips and the dip of her waist as he deepened the kiss, his tongue trailing against hers as she rocked her hips again, causing him to buck up against her. Suddenly her hands dropped, going to the buckle of his belt, loosening it, but he knew she wouldn't be able to shift them. He was heavy. So, he brought his own hand between them, moving hers away as he got to work on his jeans, along with his boxers because...kill two birds with one stone, hey? When he pushed his jeans and boxers off, he discarded them. He felt her hand ghosting along his shaft, and he almost bucked into her hand, but he fought against it. His right hand went to between her legs, fingertips tracing against her sweet spot and she rolled her hips, begging for contact. Her hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking him, and he groaned against her lips, breaking from the kiss to sit back. He had to watch her. His own hand dipped further between her thighs, his finger teasing against her entrance and she bit her lip, almost whining.

​So, he dipped his digit inside of her, and she all but shuddered, arching her back as the pace of her hand stroking his shaft quickened. Slowly he began moving his digit within her, and she bit her lip to contain those sweet noises he wanted to hear.

"Don't do that, doll. I want to hear you." Bucky said, and she looked at him, running her tongue over her bottom lip as he increased the pace and he watched as her face contorted in pleasure, her hips rolling against this hand, sweet, soft moans filling the room. He added a second digit, and she tightened her hold on his shaft, her hips suddenly rising and falling against his hand. "Good girl." he whispered, watching as she let her body give way to the pleasure unfolding. Her hand felt amazing wrapped around him, he was bucking his hips slightly into each stroke, but god, he needed her. 

He curled his digits within her, and her body tensed as she ground against his hand, her free hand grabbing his chest as she cried out in pleasure. He could feel her walls fluttering close around his digits, her juices coating them. As she stopped rocking her hips, he tilted his head, pulling his digits from her. He brought his digits to his mouth, tasting her juices off them and, god, she tasted divine. And she watched him, panting softly. Did she look shocked? Or just plain amazed? 

"Are you sure about this, doll?" He asked and she nodded her head "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes." She said, running her tongue over her bottom lip "Please." her last word was a whispered, and his gaze dropped as a smile tugged on the corner of his lips. Nodding his head, his right hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand that was wrapped around his shaft, moving it and placing it on his shoulder before going to her waist as he directed her to lift her hips. When she did he shifted. Was he feeling anxious? Yes. He was afraid of hurting her. God, she was so fragile. He positioned the tip of his shaft against her entrance, running it along her folds to collect her juices, that alone was pulling at his control and restraint. He could feel the warmth radiating from her and it..almost broke him. He watched as he positioned his shaft at her entrance, biting on his lower lip as she slowly slid down, a soft breathy moan escaping her, and he felt that fluttering warmth opening up as he filled her, and it was amazing. He couldn't and would never be able to describe that feeling. Once he filled her completely, she stilled for a few moments, and he fought against every urge to buck his hips, giving her time to adjust to him. 

​Irina finally began to rise and fall, with Bucky's hands on her rear guiding her. Her moans filled the room, buckys grunts and feral growls vibrating from deep within. Leaning forward, he captured her lips, his tongue evading her mouth once more as her hands gripped at his chest, her pace increasing. 

He felt that pleasure building in him, and he could feel her warmth fluttering around him, it was like the softest of velvets wrapped around him. Moving his right hand, he brought it between them, finding that sweet bundle of nerves and rubbing against it and her  hips jerked. What he didn't expect was for her to bite on his bottom lip, but boy, he loved that. He moved down her neck, niping and biting at the sensitive flesh before locking onto her pressure point and she tensed, crying out in pleasure as her hips began grinding against him, his hand still rubbing against that little bundle of nerves as he walls fluttered close around him, keeping him prisoner as her juices flowed, bringing around her second orgasm of the night. As her hips slowly came to a halt, Bucky kissed the spot where he had all but sunk his teeth into her, marking her, before moving up her neck and coming to her ear.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he whispered, 

"What?" she squeaked and he moved his hand, bringing it to her back, and he pressed her against his chest, sitting back against the couch, his left hand gripping at her hip to keep hips still as he began thrusting up into her sensitive flesh. She lay against his chest, her forehead pressed into his neck as his hand that was pressed against her neck moved up, entwining in those strands of chestnut hair. God, the feeling was amazing. Her hands gripped at his chest, her nails tearing into his flesh which only made his pace increase, pounding upwards against her core. He could feel that tingle, that brisk feeling creeping up on him, his grip on her hip tightening as he nails dragged against his skin, how feral growls vibrated from his chest, feeling that heat rushing through his veins and spreading to his groin. He could heard her small, soft cries of pleasure, the room was filled with the beautiful sound of him moving within her, taking her with each slide of his shaft within her, and he felt her body tense once more, that heat spreading through him reaching every last part of him as her walls clamped down around him, a deep pleasure filled groan emmiting from him as he released inside of her, filling her with his seed. He continued rocking his hips, letting them both ride out the last few waves of their orgasm before he came to a stop. He was panting, and she was absolutely lifeless against his chest. 

"Are you okay?" Bucky asked, his grip on her hip releasing, his right hand entangling from her hair. She turned her head, looking at him, giving a nod.

"Mhm." She hummed, and he smiled at her, and she only offered him a lazy smile. Slowly she lifted off him "Bucky I need to get a shower because...mess.." 

"What? Oh..." He nodded, and when she went to stand her knees literally gave way and he leaned forward catching her before she could literally topple over "Right, Ill wait in the bedroom, incase you fall in the shower and hurt yourself, doll." 

"Mhm." Irina hummed and he guided her to the bedroom, watching as she walked into the bathroom. Suddenly he was aware that he was....he was standing in front of alpine naked. So, he grabbed the throw blanket, wrapping it around his waist. Going to the closet he took out one of his tops for Irina because..she wore them all the time, she might as well now. It made more sense now.  Going to the bathroom, he set his top on the side for her before leaving. Give her, privacy especially..now. A few minutes passed and Irina came out, her hair wet from the water, wearing his black top. There was a light trail of pink across her cheek, as she walked over to the bed, climbing on it. Turning she looked at him and he walked over to her, placing a kiss against her head.

"Lie down with alpine, ill be back soon." He said and she nodded, giving him a lazy smile as she basically fell down onto the pillows and pulled alpine over to her. He walked into the bathroom, removing the throw blanket and setting it aside before turning on the shower water, and stepping in. God, usually he would have to...come here when Irina was here to stop those urges..but now...He felt amazing. He actually felt good. Stepping out of the shower, he dried off before he put on fresh boxers before going out to the bedroom. Irina was mumbling little things to alpine, scratching him behind the ears and it only made him smile. He made his way to the bed, and alpine got up and went to the bottom of the bed as Bucky lay down on it. She shifted closer to him, laying her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around her. 

"You never told me what vegetable you would be." Irina suddenly said, causing Bucky to furrow his brows to try and understand what she was talking about before he realised it was from their earlier conversation. Suddenly he laughed before exhaling deeply. When she turned her head to look at him, he saw that deep bruise forming on her neck that he caused....whilst...biting her... Lifting his hand, he tucked her hair behind her ear, to at least see the bruise better. Was he happy it was there? It would surely tell others she was not available, that she belonged to someone. Did it hurt her? He didn't think it did "James."

"Yes? Yes. Vegetable." He said, furrowing his brows. Was he actually thinking about this? Apparently he had,= too, "Cabbage. Nobody likes them." 

"I like cabbage." Irina suddenly said, a smile pulling on her lips.

"Yeah but you're weird." Bucky admitted, looking at her. Did his thoughts just become words without his consent? Absolutely. Did he think he offended her? Yes. But he saw that little light in her eyes dance as she leaned up and pressed a kiss against his lips. When she pulled back he only stared at her, how did he get so lucky? god knows he didn't deserve this.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked and she shook her head

"Absolutely not.." Irina confirmed, a trail of pink spreading across her cheeks "Far from it." she whispered and he grinned at her as her gaze lowered "How did it feel?" He had to know, he had to know it felt just as good for her as it did for him, because god, it was fucking amazing for him. 

"Much different than the last time," she admitted, and he raised his brow and she looked at him. "Amazing." she whispered, and he nodded his head, leaning up and rolling them over. As he looked down at her, he cupped her face, his thumb trailing across her lower lip.

"Good." he mumbled, running his tongue along his bottom lip "Because nobody else but me is ever going to touch you like that again." he said, his thumb dragging her lower lip and she nodded her head "You belong to me now, doll." A smile pulled on her lips as he leaned moved his hand, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. And he meant that, he would kill anybody who even so much as looked at her the wrong way. Hell, if he could banish improper thoughts from guys minds about her, he would. Bucky was protective over what was his, he was not a man to share.

[snowflakewrites1381]

CHAPTER - 3

The Chaos

" I did mistake, Lloyd! I know, I deserve this treatment" Reena said calmly.

Lloyd and Reena in park, to talk privately they went to park. At this time, Lloyd insisted his body guard to stay away from him for few minutes.

Lloyd loved Reena so much. He met her, while he is in a mission which is happened few years ago. He is soft and gentle around her, all the time.

Lloyd is different man in front of  Reena. Even though, she cheated on him. Lloyd has still feelings for her.

They sat on the bench, while keeping distance between them.

"Lloyd... please say something!"

"AWWW.....! Did you completed your drama? Cause it's so boring!!" he stood up, Reena is facing Lloyd's back.

"Lloy..."

Lloyd stood coldly, with out responding single word to her. Reena is always a chatter boxer to him. But suddenly he felt something wrong with her, Then he turned towards her.

Reena is lying on the bench with eyes open, staring at the sky.

"What happened to you suddenly? cupcake?"

No response from Reena, yet.

He stepped forward.

Blood is flowing from side of her head rapidly, he looked around. No one caught suspicious and citizens are little far way from them, and they are enjoying, eating, spending time with their families.

Then, he immediately took the gun when he felt some one behind him.

He loaded the gun, and pointed towards the person.

"OH! Sir!!! It's me, Jensen!!"

"Ahh! FUCK!!! see that thing, I will be right back" Lloyd pointed towards the Reena side and left.

He searched all the sides of the park, there is no clue about the killer.

He sighed, and closed his eyes for few seconds. Then he immediately looked at his right side, a tall person in black suit with black mask, is staring at him.

Lloyd looked at the person intensely.

Immediately, the person started running like a deer. Lloyd followed him like a lion.

Lloyd started shooting at him, citizens are scared by them and they are running towards the exit side.

"Jensen, I need alpha team right now, at outside of the park, they should cover all the sides, hurry up, IMMEDIATELY!!!" Lloyd informed to his body guard via blue tooth.

"Yes sir!!"

It is like, a lion catching his prey.

The black suit man and Lloyd are almost close to each other. As soon as, they are running inside the park like a lost kids, some of the team members of the Lloyd joined at his side, and with in seconds one of the men grabbed the black mask man's leg and shoved him down.

All of them, surrounded the black mask person and threatening him with a gun.

"AWW.. Perfect sunshine, you will be rewarded high, It's my promise!" Lloyd appreciated one of his team members, who caught the man very smartly.

"Thank you sir, any thing for you!" team mate replied.

Lloyd smirked and went over the black suit man and kneeled down , removed his mask.

"Well, let's take this deer into lion's den!" and then he punched him on his face.

AFTER SOME TIME

"Argh!!!" The black suit man groaned when the blind fold is taken out from his eyes.

"Tell us everything! Why you killed that girl, what is the purpose?" Jensen asked.

The man started to laugh like a psycho and he is not stopping.

Everyone is shocked at his actions and Lloyd sat adjacent him, with wine in his hands, as usually.

"Well, It seems like you are watching a comedy skirt, let me show you a action film" Lloyd took the knife immediately from his pocket and stabbed into the man's hand.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" the man yelled.

"Laugh, sunshine! why are you stopping? Huh? Do you feel bore?" Lloyd said sarcastically.

"You all gonna DIE!" the man spoken finally.

"Oh, yeah? When it will be? Mr. Mathews??"

He shocked and looking at Lloyd annoyingly.

"You work for Don Bosco, Am I right? So now shut the fuck up and tell me everything, who hired you to kill that girl, at the park?"

"I would rather die!"

"Oh, my poor baby! We all help you, don't worry!" Lloyd stood up and came near to the Jensen.

"I want him to be alive and he should experience torture, don't let him sleep. Beat him, torture him by using all my methods, But I want all the details from him ASAP, do you understand?"

"yes, sir! We will work on it!!!"

7.19 PM

Whimpering sounds are coming from the room, where Mr. Mathews and the team members are there.

The Lloyd team members are taking shit out of him, insanely!

Mr. Mathews is sobbing and yelling at them to stop this treatment.

After some time, Whimpering sounds are stopped.

"Sir? We got news!" Jensen came to the Lloyd.

"I hope, it's about the killer topic"

"Yes sir, it is. But he said he wants to meet you!"

"Hurry up, I don't have much time to stay with you, Come on! spill it!!" Lloyd came to the room and stood in front of the Mr. Mathews.

"AWW... Poor Lloyd, you thought that, I am going to tell you everything?"

Lloyd gritted his teeth.

"Ok, Fine! I am not bothered about my life, I am just the puppet of him! If you kill me, there is no issues! But he will hunt you down, torture you, and at that time you don't have energy to ask him to spare your life" Mr. Mathew said scarily.

"Let's decide who will torture to whom!" Lloyd loaded his gun and shoots the man in the head.

"What do we, do now?" Jensen asked Lloyd.

"Be prepare for everything, I will kill this idiotic boss with my bare hands, and I will make sure of it!!!!" Lloyd said angrily.

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[michelleleewise]

Frozen Hearts

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: maybe, self esteem issues, mentions of injury, self deprecating thoughts.

Summary: after your mission with Loki, you start growing closer

Part 9-

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Thankfully Natasha came and picked you both up the next day, thank God because that couch hurt. You went to see Bruce to make sure your wound was ok and check your head, apparently you were mildly concussed, but luckily Loki's stitch work was so well it didn't need be redone. You went and showered, grabbing some pain killers you decided to lay down for a bit when you heard someone knock. "Come in." You said sitting on your bed. Loki walked in carrying a plate and some water. "I wasn't sure if you had eaten, so I brought you something." He said handing you the plate. "Thank you Loki." You smiled up at him.

You watched him fidget a bit as he looked around your room. Was he nervous? "Hey, did you want to watch a movie with me?" You asked leaning back against the headboard. "I don't want to impose." He said looking at you. "You aren't, come on." You said patting the other side of the bed. You saw him smile as he went to the other side. You turned the TV on looking for a movie when you caught site of his socks, dark green with little snakes on them. You threw the remote aside and crawled down to his feet.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He asked looking at you. "These are so adorable!" You said touching his foot. "They are socks y/n." He said giving you a funny look. "Yeah, with tiny snakes on them." You said as you grazed the bottom of his foot, seeing it twitch. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes go wide. "Hold up, are you ticklish?" You asked leaning back. "Absolutely not, you just surprised me is all." He said clearing his throat. "Oh, I think you are." You said moving toward his foot again. He tried to retract his foot but you grabbed his ankle, your fingers moving towards his foot. "do you know how many people I've killed for touching me?" He asked glaring at you. "It's a good day to die." You winked digging your fingers in.

You saw his face turn red as he tried to remain stern, until your fingers dig into his other foot and it was over. As he sat there laughing trying to get his feet away from you you realized you loved his laugh, the smile on his face, the way his nose scrunched as he tried to fight you off. You relented looking at him as he caught his breath. "You are lucky you have a concussion little mortal, now come sit down." He said sternly and you did as he said. Resuming your spot grabbing the remote he leaned over "if you tell anyone of this, I'll stab you." He whispered. You tilted your head to look at him, his face was inches from yours and it made your heart speed up a bit. You smiled "I believe you." You whispered as he leaned back smiling.

As the weeks went on, you grew closer. When he was in the kitchen you'd come up next to him, poking him in the side seeing him jump, he would always smile as he threatened to stab you, he had yet to fulfill that promise. He started spending more time in the common room, wherever you were, he wasn't far behind. But if your were being honest you loved it. The stories he told you about the places he'd been, his life as a prince, spending time with his mother, you always found yourself hugging him when he talked about her, you knew it was hard for him losing her, and you always tried to comfort him as best you could.

One night you couldn't sleep as your dreams tormented you. Rolling over seeing it was two in the morning you sighed and went to the kitchen hoping some tea may help. You sat on the couch in the dark of the common room as you heard someone sneak in. "Lady y/n, are you ok?" Thor asked looking at you. "Yes, couldn't sleep, what are you doing." You asked raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I am returning from a date with my lovely Bambi." He said smiling. "I never thought I would find someone like her, she is incredible." He sighed. "I'm really happy for you Thor." You said looking down. "Well goodnight y/n, I hope you sleep better." He said nodding his head. "Night Thor." You said as he left.

You sat in the silence, wondering if Loki had another woman over. You hadn't seem anyone for a few weeks now but the thought still hurt. As the two of you had grown closer you felt that you had seen a side of him not many had. When he spoke of his mother's gardens, his childhood playing with Thor. You hadn't shared much about yourself, small things here and there. You only wished for there to be more between you, to tell him how you felt. You had been trying to work up the courage to ask him to the party Tony was throwing in a few days, but why would someone like him want someone like you when he could have anyone he wanted and you were, well you.

You sighed as you heard someone else come in. You watched as Loki walked through running a hand through his hair, shirtless in just his sweat pants, making his way to the kitchen. He hadn't noticed you, so you watched silently as he sat two water bottles on the counter and started rummaging through the cabinets, so he did have a guest. You thought looking down as your heart sank. you felt stupid for getting your hopes up. You were about to leave when you heard him "y/n, everything ok?" He asked looking at you. "Ummm, yeah. Just couldn't sleep." You said looking down.

You got up putting your cup in the sink and started to leave when you felt his hand on your arm, turning your towards him "you know you can't lie to me y/n, what's wrong." He asked looking at you. "Nothings wrong Loki. I'm just stupid is all." You said fidgeting with your hands. "Never say that again. You are not." He said crossing his arms. "Why are you feeling like this. Did someone do something?" He asked leaning on the counter. "No, it's just, I wanted to ask you.." you started when you heard a woman calling him from the hallway. Your head shot up as you looked to the hall, seeing a tall blonde woman wearing his shirt and nothing else. "I'll be there in a moment." You heard him say as you watched her leave, fighting the tears in your in your eyes "Goodnight Loki." You said trying to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible. "Y/n wait. Please, ask me what?" He asked again. You looked at him, you knew your eyes were red but you couldn't stop it, you saw what looked like realization cross his face. "Nevermind, it's nothing. night." You smiled and headed to your room.

You sat on your bed, mad at yourself for believing you two could be anything more then friends. He could have woman like her, there was no competing with them. You sighed lieing down. You couldn't even be mad, it wasn't his fault how you felt. How your innocent crush turned into this. You weren't even sure when it happened. "Maybe some distance will help." You said to yourself, hoping if you stayed away from him your feelings would lessen. You didn't want to ruin your friendship over your stupidity. So you decided to distance yourself, keep to yourself, put the wall back up. It would be better for you both in the end wouldn't it?

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[cassidyconner]

Not That Old

Spoilers for No Way Home

Summary: After the battle on the New Statue of Liberty, MJ’s older sister is being comforted by Peter-2. Implied tobey!peter Parker x black!reader.

She doesn’t think she can get that menacing look out of her head. The goblin’s hands tight around her neck, threatening to break it at any moment. The dizzy and nauseating sensation of being held up so high from the ground. She hated heights.

“Can you save your loved ones or will they continue to die, Spider-Man?”

The goblin let’s her fall.

Only this time she doesn’t black out.

No catches her in time.

She’s falling.

Falling…

Falling…

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The first thing she notices is that someone is calling her name from the darkness. She opens her eyes to see his bright yet worn blue ones. However, the rest of her body was still in the stages of REM sleep.

“Are you okay?” He waves his hands in front of her face but it dawns on him quickly. “Oh you’re having sleep paralysis.”

She haven’t had sleep paralysis since maybe 9th grade. Well not as much as in 9th grade but still it was a very rare occurrence, only when she was stressed and well, the past 12 hours was pretty fucking stressful.

“Okay, try not to fight it or it’ll last longer.” Peter-2 tells her, he takes her hand and gently squeezes it. “Just breath in and out.”

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Her body does a sudden strange jerking upwards movement which caught Peter-2 off guard. She lets out a strangled gasp as she finally takes control of her body again.

“Sorry.” She says, looking at the wall. “It’s a habit to fight when I have sleep paralysis it’s a-“

“Like someone is smothering you.”

“Exactly.” She looks at his hands. “I guess I was screaming in my sleep like a maniac, huh?”

Peter-2 shakes his head. “No, I kind of sensed that you were in distressed.”

She glances at the ceiling. “Oh like the spider-sense thingy? Is that how it works as well?”

“Kind of. I wish I can explain it better.” Peter-2 admits. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

She looks from the wall to his direction for a moment before focusing pass his shoulders. “No why?”

“You don’t really give direct eye contact.”

She blushes. “No. No. No it’s not you it’s just I have a hard time making eye contact with people.” She explains, hoping she doesn’t sound too abnormal to him. “It’s something I always do, unintentionally.”

“I see.”

She quickly turns her attention back to the wall.

“I’m sorry.”

She turns her attention towards his face. “Why? I said you’re not making me uncomfortable.”

“I mean I’m sorry you had to encounter the Goblin.” This tone shifted from soft to hard. “I was so scared that I didn’t get to you in time. That you were-“

Peter-2 let’s out a shaky breath. The stress of being up so high caused her heart to stop so when the Green Goblin let her go, she basically went into cardiac arrest and blackout. When she woke up mere moments later, it was Peter-2 who held her tightly against his body. She saw panic in his eyes when she came to.

“But I didn’t die thanks to you.” She assured him. “And MJ didn’t die because of the other version of you as well. Physically we’re fine. Well you got stabbed but it’s all good. I think.”

Peter-2 let’s out a small chuckle but then gasps, placing his hand on the side where he was stabbed by the Green Goblin.

She moves closer to check in on him. “Shouldn’t we get you to a hospital or doctor?”

Peter-2 shrugs it off. “I got stabbed before. I’ll heal up.”

She scoffs. “That sounds reckless. Aren’t you supposed to be the old and wiser Peter Parker?”

“How old you think I am?”

“45?”

His eyes widen. “You think I’m that old?”

“Forty-five isn’t that old. It’s like that new thirty.”

That made him laugh. “Okay 1.) I’m 37 and 2.) how old are you?”

“28.”

“I would’ve said 22.”

It made her smile. “I still got it.” She looks up at him and sees that he’s staring at her. In responses, she blushes hard.

“I’m not blushing if that’s what you’re thinking.” She blurts out.

Peter-2 raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I mean…could you not stare at me?”

It was his turn to look away. “Right. Sorry.”

They sat there in awkward silence for what seem to feel like a lifetime.

“I should let you go back to sleep.” He gets up to leave but she grabs his hand.

“No wait please stay.” She pleads. “I don’t want to sleep alone. I don’t want to dream about…”

“Okay.” He says, sitting back down. “I’ll stay here. But you need sleep.”

“Fine you win.” She settles into the bed. “But tell me about you. And it don’t have to be the spider man stuff.”

He stayed and they talked until she fell back to sleep.

Peter-2 couldn’t leave, the irrational part of him worried the Goblin was waiting for him to let his guard so he could take her again. It was stupid to think that but still…

He couldn’t explain it but he wanted to protect her. So he stay in the room until he fell asleep as well.

[neylia18]

Betrayal

Genre: Angst

⛔️ Warning: Indirect reference to rape/ mentions of sexual assault/ I do not support any actions I just used it for the oneshot/ blood mentioned/I hope you guys get sad ⛔️

Finally out with the request! This was requested via Wattpad @neylia18

“Why..” 

Each drop of rain only made the sight more bloody.

“Why?” 

Mini streams of blood covered the muddy floor, leading nowhere, but was everywhere.

“WHY GODDAMMIT! JUST WHY! YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD LEFT!”

You lied to Yasratcha, convincing him with sweet words of promised love. Telling him what he needed to hear and what he wanted to know. 

Smiling. Laughing, Kissing.

You were the sunshine that he just wanted to curl up under to take a nap.

You had promised him that you wouldn’t leave.

“GET UP! YOU FUCKING COWARD GET UP”

So why did you go behind his back? You told Lord Traumerei Yasratcha’s unusual fixations of Wang Wang; told him about Yasratcha’s plan to get Wang Wang to disobey Lord Traumerei, and the plan to take back his kids. 

Yet… Why were you the one crying?

“Yasratcha, promise me, no matter what happens in the future, you will always love me”

“Y/N, there isn’t anyone else I could possibly love besides you”

How can you have the audacity to cry when you drove Yastracha to kill his best friend?

Watch as so many other canines lost their lives.

Why didn't you even fight when Yastratcha attacked you?

“Do you know why I like knives so much?” You had asked Yastratcha with a grin so wide he thought you had discovered a rare flower of some sort. 

“Do tell.”

“Because, you can cut anything with it if it’s sharp enough, making an easy or tortuous death, or cut vegetables with ease”

If only he could’ve stopped you.

By the time he slashed you with his claws, you’d already stuck the knife in your heart. Killing yourself before he had a chance too.

“No, no, no, no” Immediately coming to his senses, Yasratcha gathered you in his arms. Pulling the knife out of your heart. Begging you to open your eyes. Brushing your hair away frantically. 

The blood stained his hands red, your breath was nowhere to be found. Your body limp.

“NO- NO! Y/N! OPEN YOUR EYES JUST OPEN YOUR EYES”

Sobs racked through the cat’s body, hair wet and sticking to his skin. 

You were gone.

You had betrayed him, you stabbed your heart but took his heart with you. 

Yasratcha didn’t want you dead, he wanted a fight, he wanted a way to take out his anger but give a chance for you to explain. To fight back. To show him who you really are. Was your love a lie? Was it a show for your amusement? Was it jealousy of his friendship with Wang Wang?

A second later your pocket appeared, projected a video right in front of him.

The video showed how you were threatened, how you were dragged into a cell, how they tried to make you spill out Yasratcha’s weakness. You had refused, stood your ground, and tried to fight back. Only to be outnumbered and beaten.

“Has she talked yet?” A canine asked the guard.

“No Sir”

“Make her talk but don’t kill her, the Head needs her for a bit longer”

The video showed how you were tortured, screaming out in vain for Yasratcha, begging him to come save you. But where was Yasratcha? He had no idea when this happened, that it even happened in the first place. 

“If you must, take away her purity”

No. No. That can’t be what he was thinking. There was no way Lord Traumerei would allow that. But that was the same man who told Wang Wang to sleep with Nen Neya “to speed things up” he may not have mentioned assault but if needed he would make Wang Wang do it.

Your screams and cries filled Yasratcha’s ears, breaking his heart as he watched you beg them to stop. Pleading for mercy. The sight made his blood boil and his heart ache.

The feline didn’t understand why. Why did they do this to you? What were they trying to find out? If he was correct, he wasn’t even planning on escaping at that time. 

He held your limp body closer to him, the tears clouded his vision as he wept, no longer able to watch the video but unable to sound out your desperate calls for him. 

“You will act as you normally do and report any unusual behavior from Yasratcha. When the time comes, you will take your own life.” 

The video ended as the pocket descended to the floor.

“Yasratcha no matter what, I will always love you”

“I rather you had hated me Y/N” The feline choked out. 

 “I wish you’d just kill me instead”

[sinning-23]

Batshit crazy/yandere-ish SO Headcannon

how they react to seeing that you're actually fucking insane

Silco

-is very worried

-can't handle jinx as it is so to add you on top is...stressful

-catches you saying "I love watching you sleep, you look so vulnerable"

-always checks his drinks when you give them to him

-was unlucky enough to see you shove his used tissue in your pocket

-kinda freezes up when you're around

-makes sure Sevika lies for him and says he's not there sometimes

-you usually find him anyway

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Sevika

-is not a very easily scared woman but when it comes to you...she's uneasy

-saw you lick the blood off your hands once

-has heard you say, "I love watching the life drain from their eyes"

-had also heard you ask that she spit in your mouth

-can always see you watching her from the corner of her eye

-your laughter haunts her

-can't shower anymore because she always has a feeling you're on the other side waiting for her to let her guard down

-will check every corner of her room to make sure you're not watching her

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Jinx

-she thinks you're great

-the two of you kinda go toe to toe

-there's no doubt that you're more possessive than she is

-will often match your energy

-doesn't like that you sleep under the bed though

-"I wish I could crawl inside your skin so we can be closer"

she did not like the sound of that at all

-will sometimes avoid you for weeks on end

-she's kinda comforted at the fact that you'll never leave her.

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Vi

-will fight you

-doesn't like how possessive you are of her

-when Caitlyn came into the picture she knew you wouldn't be happy

-will often warn others bout you

-caught you taking the hair from her shower drain and putting it in a bag before taking off

-locks her windows because of you

-checks any food you make

-is scared you'll hurt Caitlyn or Jinx

-made the mistake of not checking once and ended up with a mouth full of nails

-will lose sleep because of how paranoid you've got her

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Viktor

-knows you hide in his room sometimes

-tried to ignore you standing over him while he sleeps but he's terrified of what you might do to him.

-tell Jayce but you've fooled everyone so well that he doesn't believe him.

-his biggest fear is you harming Sky

-he's seen you eye her in a way that could only equate to you wanting her dead

-has seen you joke around with knives, looking extremely serious about your threats, only to laugh it off later

-locks his door but you pick it every time

-always freezes up around you

-will ask for enforcers to guard his door so you don't fuck with him in the privacy of his own room.

-found you under his bed with a gun once and will always check from now on.

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Caitlyn

-locks everything behind herself

-ever since the incident with jinx she's cautious about a lot of things

-isn't super scared since she knows how to take care of herself pretty well.

-will have a harder time shaking you off if you've been a close friend for years

-is scared you'll harm Vi

-frankly, you've got Vi fooled into thinking you're buddies.

-wrong bitch

-she will threaten you but is disturbed with you get off to it, asking her to kill you because nothing would be better than dying at her hands

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Mel

-she is more safe considering she can have people guard the door at all times.

-hates that you manage to frighten her

-you've convinced her mother that you're all for keeping her and Piltover safe, even if it means preparing for war.

-music to her mother's ears

-unfortunately falls victim to you gaslighting her and manipulating her into trusting you or feeling safe when she isn't

-seen you nearly stab Jayce over her.

-tries to avoid you as much as she can

-'im only trying to keep you safe Mel, there are actually crazy people that want to hurt you."

-"I can't keep you safe if I'm locked out and away from you."

-

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Jayce

-is not aware at all that you stalk him.

-enjoys that you're always around and he knows you'll always be willing to help him

-saw you talking to Viktor and he had a look of absolute terror on his face.

you tried telling him it was nothing and kind of laughed it off but when Jayce asked Viktor what was wrong all Viktor could say was

-"be careful around her."

-much like Mel he falls victim fast and hard to your manipulation

-knows that Mel dislikes you begin so close but he will always refer to you as 'just a friend'

-caught you with a knife that night, hiding in his closet with a smile.

-tries to keep his distance but you've fallen too deep and he's too far into you knowing everything about him to shake you off

-tries to lock his doors but will often not just so you won't ask about it later.

-is easy to manipulate and a lot of his decision are no longer based on what Mel wants/suggest (which she fucking hates) but what you want/suggest.

-at this point, if you say jump he says 'how high' and vise versa.

-the council is terrified of your capabilities and knows of your very long record of murder. The only reason why they don't mention it is because they know you have Jayce wrapped around your finger. They know you can convince him to have them executed, exiled, fired, anything

-what you say, often with a little persuasion, goes

[thedandelion-writer]

❝sleeping habbits, mondstadt edition❞

Pairings: Diluc x reader, Mona x reader, Kaeya x reader, Jean x reader

A/N: There we go, part 2! Also a modern au :)

<- Liyue edition

Diluc hardly ever sleeps deeply

Some days, he'd even wake at the slightest sound

He feels the most vulnerable when asleep, thus the hyperawareness

You snort and thinks it's funny. Relax Diluc, no one's going to murder you in your sleep!

Right..?

On the days where you would come into bed after he was already turned in, you had to tiptoe around as if you were afraid of disturbing a baby. Even your breathing was silent.

The amount of sound that would wake him up varied. But you weren't sure if today was especially bad, as in footsteps could wake him up bad, or if it was mild, as in even the rustling of the covers would be okay.

It was all going well so far. You've slipped into sleepwear and was just about to settle in, mentally congratulating yourself. But maybe you thought you were in the clear too soon, because as soon as your weight hit the bed, it creaked.

You cringed inwardly, slapping a hand over your eyes as Diluc stirred.

"Don't wake up, love," you skirted over. "It's really late."

"It is really late." Was that an accusing tone you heard?

"Hehe...I was just finishing up some work." You quickly slipped underneath the sheets, body instantly enveloped in warmth. "I'm sorry for waking you."

Diluc shook his head before pulling you in closer.

"It's better with you here," he said. "I wouldn't mind staying up all night to wait."

Or maybe it wasn't the so called assassins who might come to him in the night that he feared. Maybe it was because he was afraid that he wouldn't see you again the next time he awoke.

Diluc doesn't really have a set time in which he'd go to bed

But he goes in relatively early because he also wakes up, relatively early

He was used to sleeping alone for the longest time, but now you've come and spoiled him

It just doesn't feel the same without you next to him anymore

Mona is the type of person who'd keep all her astrology books, trinkets, etc on her bed

Just splayed out and messy because she fell asleep whilst using them last night. And the night before...and the night before that

Never bothered to cleaning it up because it'll end up messy again anyway!

Sometimes you'd roll onto your back and ouch--there'd be a mini telescope or something

"Oww," you groaned, a pain stabbing at your side.

The culprit? It was unsurprisingly yet another one of Mona's astrologer's stuff. What the heck was this even called?

After plucking out the round, metal offender to place on the windowsill, you look over to your sleeping lover.

"Well at least someone's getting a good night sleep," you grumbled.

Somehow Mona always found a way to avoid all the nonsense she laid scattered on your shared bed. You always supported her passions, but this is getting out of hand.

As if sensing someone was talking (or in this case, thinking) about her, Mona stretched a little and curled up tighter into herself. You sighed softly to yourself, not being able to be annoyed for long.

You cleaned up the best you could (even though you already did that before turning in), and laid back down beside her. You'd have to make sure Mona would pay you for the troubles she's caused you tonight. And you only accept payment in cuddles!

The bed has to be beside a window. Always.

If the skies are clear and starry you best believe she'd be staring at them, talking about the things she loved most (other than you of course- ) until the both of you drift off

The girl's a night owl so you have to be able to put up with late night tinkering

Also--awful awful bedhead

But don't ever say it to her face, you will get hit by a pillow (or worse!!)

The guy has absolutely no regard for how freaking cold he keeps his room

It's an eternal winter in there, even when it's blazing hot outside

Worst part? He doesn't even have a proper blanket. That, sir, is a rectangular piece of cloth

If you like the cold? Then sure, let him keep it that way. If not, you would have to make some changes around here.

"You should've told me you lived in a fridge??" You said, half jokingly through chattered teeth.

"You don't like it sweetheart?" He faked hurt, sauntering up behind you to grasp your shoulders as if you were newlyweds inspecting a new house to move into.

"Uhh well, there's literal frost on the edges of your window. And it's not even winter, Kaeya, clearly I'll be a popsicle by morning!"

It was your first night staying with him. And in your head, it was going to be all romantic like you've seen in the novels and shows. Warm cuddles, kisses underneath the blankets (oh my gods that blanket is paper thin), legs and arms entwined and you'd wake up like that.

But archons be damned, this was not what you had imagined.

"You'd make a very good looking popsicle then, love," he had the nerve to laugh so you elbowed him in the ribs.

"Alright alright, I'll make it warmer for you, how does that sound?"

"And I want a new blanket."

"Consider it done," he ruffled your hair to press a kiss onto the crown of your head.

Anything to please his darling.

He also sleep talks

And it's the funniest shit you'll ever hear if you're awake to hear it

One time you recorded it and now you use it as blackmail, threatening to send it to Diluc every time he'd get too cheeky

Her sleeping schedule is messed. up.

Jean would never admit it, but she loses a lot of rest time due to her work

You keep telling her to please get more than 2 and a half hours of shut-eye per day, but she is stubborn as she is lovely

Which worries you a heck of a lot, obviously

Doesn't help the fact that this woman can sleep anywhere. On a chair sitting down, face on a desk, on the bus, against you, the list goes on

Sometimes, when she's worked herself to the limit, you'll find her asleep at the most bizarre of places

Funny story! One time, Jean fell asleep on the train on the way home and missed all her stops

You had to find her in the middle of nowhere

"Darling-" you hurried to embrace your tired looking lover as she ambled her way out of the station.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry you had to come get me in the middle of the night," Jean murmured into the crook of your neck. "I must have worried you too...I apologise."

You held your tongue at all the things you piled up to say on the drive here, but the scolding could wait until tomorrow. Right now, looking at her exhausted complexion, you couldn't bring yourself to tell her anything other than everything's alright, she can rest now.

Jean looked at you with eyes full of appreciation and affection, eyes that never failed to melt you like ice cream on the summer pavement.

Aside from that, she likes to keep the bedroom very neat

If she does sleep in the bed, Jean would constantly put your comfort over hers

You need some warm milk in the middle of the night? She's on it!!

Your pillows feel uncomfortable? Take hers!!

Oh dear you've accidentally rolled too much into her side? It's no problem, she can just move over to yours

Good morning kisses are her thing

But usually she gives it to you because she's almost always out of it first

[aiyexayen]

pridewrite day 19 (yes it is) prompt: time/change

Xie-wang doesn't sleep with a knife under his pillow. That would be insane; who would take the extra seconds to twist and fumble for something they need so immediately? Not to mention the risk of an attacker searching the pillow first and using his own blade on him, which he would absolutely deserve for being such a fool.

No, Xie-wang doesn't keep a knife under his pillow. He keeps poisoned needles in his hands.

Small ones, easy to manoeuvre, easy to hide. It wouldn't be any better to keep a blade in his hand than under the pillow, after all; any enemy attempting to attack him at night would see it and know, would target the weapon or have time to prepare for it. He'd only do such a thing as a decoy, and that would just get in the way.

But needles? No one will see them coming.

To make them a viable option he's had to train his body into a very specific kind of sleep since he first began his training to be an assassin. A careful, motionless sleep, so he doesn't risk stabbing himself. For security, it's small price to pay.

--

It is four years into Xie'er's life at Siji Shanzhuang, the first time Wen Kexing forgets his fan.

He notices this not because Wen Kexing makes a fuss but because noticing things is what Xie'er does. And because like recognises like.

He assumes that fact is also the reason why he was never asked to leave once he'd completely healed, and has never once been asked to swear fealty or accept discipleship. Instead he is allowed to wander the grounds as he wishes; the most anyone asks of him is if he can run an errand, or his opinion on new decorations. No questions, season after season. He even spends his days garbed in familiar pretty blues and whites that no one has ever demanded he take off.

Like recognises like.

So Xie'er recognises the way chronic survival shapes a life:

the way Zhou-zhuangzhu's pockets practically jangle with potions and antidotes, or how on good days he's somehow always the first to taste any food that reaches the table and on bad days he's the last;

the way that Xiang'er still takes an involuntary tiny step toward whatever direction her ge should be in whenever she's startled or threatened, before the conscious stance she takes at her husband's side;

the way Liu Qianqiao never turns her back on an unexamined corner of any given room, or how her idle fingers make perfect knots in any stray strip of fabric;

the way that Wen Kexing never so much as takes a bath without his fan in arm's reach.

Until he does.

Until they're ushered out of the dining hall to see Xingming make good on his boast that he can finally outpace Chengling at the signature swift-moving steps. They've only just hit the courtyard when Wen Kexing idly pats his sleeve, then his other sleeve, hands coming away empty, and gives a little laugh, quiet and to himself, turning back without a word to fetch his fan from the table inside.

Xie'er is the only one who even notices him slip away--ah, no, he's not; he catches Zhou-zhuangzhu paused as well to look thoughtfully back at the doorway for a brief moment before nodding and turning back to the group. Xie'er himself can't seem to do the same. He watches until he sees Wen Kexing re-emerge, sees his hand withdraw from his sleeve as he steps over the threshold again.

Xie'er almost lets out an undignified huff of disbelief. Even after that, the fool is going to simply keep it in his sleeve? Not hold onto it, not remind himself that the comforting weight of his weapon is still his to command?

Indeed, Wen Kexing seems entirely unaffected, the way he all but dances up to Zhou-zhuangzhu's side and leans into his personal space, only to be pinched affectionately by the latter. Kexing waves his hand imperiously at something Weining says, and then grins to follow it up.

Realising that he hasn't so much as taken another step and the group is pulling far ahead of him, Xie'er reminds himself to breathe and strides back into place. He does not look toward Zhou-zhuangzhu or his chattering wife; like recognises like, and he does not want to know if he was observed in his own observation. It happens unnervingly often, here at Siji Shanzhuang. Sometimes he wonders why he even stays with how irritating they can be about it.

No, he doesn't look over. He does, however, take stock of his own blades still strapped to his wrists, on impulse, and tries to imagine ever going without them. Impossible.

Wen Kexing is certainly a skilled weaponless fighter. And logically, of course, there are many skilled and trusted fighters here. Former assassins, ghosts--the sheer level of competence in this small group alone, the rest of the sect aside, could take on a small army, most likely. And further, why should they ever have to? This place is safe. As safe as anywhere Xie'er could imagine. Safer.

But how can even that be enough for Wen Kexing? To such an extent? Xie'er grinds his teeth, trying to let it go and failing.

Ever oblivious to his moods, or at least refusing to pay them heed, Xiang'er sidles up beside him and yanks on his arm, her hand closing unknowingly around one of Xie'er's daggers, pressing the flat of the sheath into his skin as she tugs. Strangely, his shoulders untense.

"Xie-gege, don't be so slow! I've bet so much on Chengling and you have to help me laugh at A-Ning when Xingming loses. Lai, lai, lai!"

Xie'er rolls his eyes but lets Xiang'er pull him out of his thoughts and into the evening's tomfoolery.

--

Later that night Xie'er sits on the edge of his bed, alone in the near-dark. Voices and a bit of music, followed by the faint scent of wood smoke, still float delicately to his open window from the main courtyard where the most reckless disciples occasionally stay up a bit too late drinking. Aside from them the pleasant hush of nighttime at Siji Shanzhuang falls soft in the corners of Xie'er's room, in the hall outside.

His muscles are pleasantly sore now from the spar Xiang'er talked him into after the dessert she'd also talked him into, and then the subsequent activities in her room with Xiao Cao which they had not needed to try very hard to talk him into. The back of his neck is still damp from the cloth he'd washed up with and the breeze from the window blows a chill down his spine. All in all, it's a perfectly ordinary night.

By the light of one candle, Xie'er turns a little glass vial this way and that in his hand. Inside it are poison-tipped needles.

How long he sits there he doesn't know. The voices outside grow dim; the moon glows brighter. The night noises of insects and frogs keep his controlled breath company. It's a perfectly ordinary night.

With shaking hands, Xie'er puts the vial down on the table beside his bed. A moment later, he gets up and takes it to tuck into his locked box. He blows out the candle. He lays down on his bed.

It's a perfectly ordinary night.

It takes many hours, but sometime before the dawn Xie'er finally sighs, fetches a knife to slip under his pillow, and falls asleep.