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lostbookmark · 4 months ago

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MDNI 18+ 🔞

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Summary: After four years, your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive?

Pairing: Sisters ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader.

Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance.

Warning: Explicit sex, fingering, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, punishment, unprotected sex, drinking, dirty talk, praising, degradation, spanking, spanking as punishment, teasing, hair pulling, arguments. Overuse of the name, baby, Use of prescription medication.

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You stare at your sister from across your parents table. She looks good as always, happy and almost glowing. The man next to her is just as beautiful. Mingyu is tall, handsome, and personable. The perfect example of someone you want to bring home to your parents. He develops something, real-estate you think. Not exactly sure what that means, you’ll have to google later. He screams money with his designer clothes, fancy watch and shiny shoes. He is perfect for her and they look good together. He's nice, really nice and you're honestly so happy for her. You wonder how long they have been together. Your parents must have known about him as they didn't seem surprised when he showed up with her. It makes you feel all the more guilty. You feel guilty for lying, for not knowing about her life anymore. You feel guilty that Yoongi will never have your family's approval.

You stay quiet during dinner, just moving the food on your plate around with your fork. You don't have much of an appetite. Your mother won't stop gushing over the two of them as she watches them with the biggest smile on her face. She goes on and on about how handsome Mingyu is, how successful he is. You feel embarrassed on his behalf. Your dad seems like he's tuned out of the conversation, keeping one eye on the tv. You should have known something was up when she said that she wanted an additional dinner this month besides Christmas and had asked you to dress up. You thought maybe she was going to set you up with a blind date. Yoongi didn't find it funny. He gave you a light spank as a warning.

“I'm happy we can be here today,” your sister says, bouncing in her seat. Her smile is a perfect pearly white. She must get them whitened regularly. “We have some news.” You watch as she takes Mingyu's hand. “We are getting married.” she says, holding up her left hand to show off a huge diamond. The sunlight catches the diamond to show off how truly beautiful it was. You know that she's in love with it. She always loved things that sparkled.

Your mom cries out in joy, hugging her as they start jumping up and down squealing like teenagers. She’s never been happy for you. You think bitterly. She didn't care about you passing your drivers test, your first homecoming with an actual date, getting into art school. She always went after your faults, and your sister reaped all the benefits. You plaster a smile on your face watching them, hoping it comes off as sincere. Your dad offers congratulations by shaking Mingyu’s hand. Mingyu, however, looks at you with a curious expression on his handsome face . You're not sure what he is thinking. You wonder what she has told him about you. Was it that you were an awful, harlot, boyfriend stealing woman? That you were the worst sister in the world. Maybe she doesn't say anything at all. Maybe he thought you were some weird stranger at the table.

“Do you have the style of your bridesmaid dresses picked? We will have to get Y/N’s measurements done,” your mom started, but your sister cut her off.

“I already picked my bridal party. There's just not enough room,” your sister explains. “You understand, right, Y/N?”

“Sweetheart, I'm sure there's room,” Mingyu told her. “I'll find another groomsman.”

“No, she understands. It's just not in the budget.” She looks at you with a tight smile. You just want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. This…this is how much she hates you. Does she know? Does she know that you are with Yoongi? That he spent an hour with his face buried between your thighs this morning, trying to calm you down about this dinner. Can she smell him on you? No one says anything until Mingyu clears his throat.

"That's…uh…an interesting ring,” he says to kill the quiet. “A sun, it's pretty.”

“Umm, yeah, my boyfriend gave it to me,” you say quietly. You hold your breath and pick at the napkin in your lap. This is not how you wanted to break the news. Honestly, you don't think that you ever planned on telling them. You just hoped that maybe, somehow, you two would have been able to run away and start again where no one knew you.

“Boyfriend?” Your mom asks. “Since when do you have a boyfriend? One serious enough to buy you jewelry?”

“Uh,” Mingyu looks a little panicked like he shouldn't have said something. “What about work? What do you do?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, she's just an accountant at a small-time, no named business.” Your sister answers for you as she eyes your ring. “Nothing important.”

“No, I quit,” you tell her. Your mom literally dropped into her seat. “I'm starting an art program in the summer, and I have a new job with more flexible hours that will accommodate me.”

“Art?” Mingyu exclaimed. “My company loves doing charity for local school programs. You know, art supplies for classrooms, dress clothes for choir performances, and offering financial assistance with band instruments.”

“What? I didn't know this,” your sister said, looking at her fiancée like he grew another head.

“You never asked,” he said quietly. “Sports are great and all but…the arts always get overlooked. Music and drawing are such amazing ways for kids to express themselves.”

“How are you going to afford an art program?” Your mom asked you. Damn, you even had your dads attention.

“My boyfriend is paying for it,” you say quietly. “He got me my job too.”

“Where are you working now?” Your mom asked, and boy, does she look pissed. “Who the hell is this boyfriend? You better not be doing…things… to get him to pay for you.”

“Uhh,” Mingyu says. Poor, poor Mingyu, he doesn't know what he walked into. You think that he's starting to sweat.

“A record company,” you say quietly, staring down at your plate. You're trying to brush off her insinuation that you're a sugar baby or something. Is she wrong, though? “My boss Namjoon…”

“Kim Namjoon?” Mingyu asked, tilting his head to the side.

“You know him?” You question as your eyes snap to him, and your heart rate starts to pick up.

“Yeah, we've done charity events together. He has a small crew, too. Jimin, Hoseok, and uhh…” he trails off, trying to remember. “He was super quiet and didn't really say much.” You panic. He knows of Yoongi. This can not be happening. “Man, what was his name? He looked angry.”

“Jimin is dating my friend Lisa. That's how I met them,” you explain quickly, lying, hoping to break his train of thought. “Their uhhh…yeah, dating.”

It’s quiet again as four sets of eyes stare at you as you ramble. It's an awkward silence that you need to get out of. You excuse yourself from the table and race out to the back patio as fast as you can. Hoping if you can avoid any more of the conversation, and they will just move on.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you look around, and you try to calm your fast beating heart. Your parents took everything down slowly throughout the years. The tree house, the trampoline, and the swingset. Your sister always made you push her on the swing so she could pretend to be some sort of fairy princess. She never pushed for you. Your whole childhood is gone. Even though it wasn't the happiest, it still hurt to know it was gone. You pull out your phone and quickly send Yoongi a text.

It's a shit show. Will you call me for an emergency?

Sorry, my love. He texted back. Tell them your dog is sick

I don't have a dog, you replied.

Do they know that? he answered.

Behind you, the door slides open, and your sister storms up to you. Her eyes are heated, and you're pretty sure she's trying to kill you with her glare. She crosses her arms and starts tapping her foot.

“You made me look stupid in there. Mingyu won't stop asking questions about why we don't know anything about your life. Why I won't let you be a bridesmaid? How you should be my maid of honor.” She hisses at you and pokes you in the chest. Her bony ass finger hurts. “You need to fix this mess.”

“He asked a question, and I answered,” You defend yourself. “What do I tell him? That you and mom only give a shit about each other. That I've been trying to move on with my life without you two making me feel bad all the time?”

“Oh, you're so full of yourself. No one was ever out to get you,” she rebuttals. Your phone chimes, and you ignore it. “You locked yourself away and always expected everyone to help you. It's not our fault you didn't have a life. Your poor me shit needs to stop.”

“I was a kid. Dad was never around,” you yell at her. Your phone chimes again. “Mom was always stuck up your ass. Your pageants, dance, and everything else you did. Yeah, I needed help.”

Your phone rings this time. You flip your phone to look at the screen. You freeze. You forgot that Yoongi's contact picture was of the two of you. Lisa had bullied her way into his studio and took the picture. She made him kiss you on the cheek as you sat on his lap, and to your surprise, he actually did it. He kicked her out not long after. You hear your sister gasp, and your eyes fly to her face. She is stunned, staring at your phone. It stops ringing, only to immediately start ringing again, picture popping back up.

“You have gotta be kidding me,” she says lowly, harshly. “Is that Yoongi? Tell me right now! Why do you have a picture of him kissing you?”

“I…I…” you stutter.

“Yoongi? Your boyfriend is Yoongi? WHAT THE FUCK!” she screams. “ANSWER ME! IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND? ”

Your parents come out back where you two were. Mingyu is not with them. You wonder where he went. You hope he ran away, far, far away. You hope he doesn't come back and that he can find someone that is….not your sister. someone who will appreciate his charity and kindness. Someone who wants to help people and isn't selfish. Your sister snatches your phone out of your hand.

“She's dating Yoongi, mom,” she cries out. She waves your phone in front of your moms face, showing her the missed calls. “I always told you…”

“Leave it alone,” your dad says, cutting her off. You, your sister, your mom, you all freeze. You think this is the most you ever heard him speak in years. “Give her her phone back.”

“Y/N, how could you do this to her,” your mom scolds, ignoring your father. “I told you to leave him alone years ago. You never listen. Why can't you ever listen? Do you know how selfish this is?”

“How long did you wait to go after him?” she snarled at you. “It was always pathetic how you always followed him around like a lost puppy. He hated it too, you know?” No, no, she's lying….please let her be lying. “He always hated helping you. He called you a burden all the time.”

“I SAID LEAVE IT!” Your father yells. “ I've sat back for years and kept quiet. No more, leave her alone. Give her the phone back right now!”

Your sister looks murderous. Your phone chimes. She smiles a sardonic smile as she looks at the screen. Instead of handing you the phone, she throws it on the hard cement below you.You cry out and pick it up….it's shattered. Your family is shattered, and Mingyu is probably shattered. The tears are streaming down your face. Yoongi, you want Yoongi. You need him to fix this. Were you a burden to him?

“You knew I loved him, and you always wanted everything I had. You jealous bitch! You are dead to me,” she whispered. “I will never speak to you again.”

Crying, you push past her and run through the house and out the front door. You grab your purse and your keys hanging on the hook on the way out. Running to your car, you slip and fall on the icy driveway. A sharp pain radiates through your wrist as you land on it. It takes your breath away for a moment. You ignore it as you manage to climb into your car. Your phone screen is glitching. You can't even pull up your contacts as it flickers erratically.

“Hey Siri, call, Yoongs,” you try to command your phone as you slam your car door shut. Sighing in relief, you hear your phone respond to your command. Thank you, thank you, thank you, you chant to yourself. The phone rings, and it's choppy and staticky.

“Ba..,” Yoongi answers. You can barely hear him. “...omthin….wron…”

Your phone completely turns off. No…no…no. Starting your car, you race back home to your apartment. Not Yoongi's but yours. You've been slowly packing. You have a week to be out. You just wanted your bed, your warm, comforting cocoon. You slam your door as soon as you get there. You don't even bother locking it as you dodge the boxes scattered about to get to your bedroom. Burying yourself in your blankets, you cover your head with your pillow and cry. Loud, full chest sobs, such violent sobs your body shakes. It gets hot quickly under there, but you don't care. You don't want anyone hearing you. You're too vulnerable, and it's an ugly sight. Fuck…your wrist hurts.

“Baby,” Yoongi's voice rang out. “Y/N.” His voice is muffled due to the pillow over your head. “Y/N,” he's close now. His body drops on the bed, jostling you a little. “You're scaring me.”

Yoongi pulls the pillow off your head and moves the blankets down. He reveals your sweaty red face as tears stream down your cheeks from your bloodshot eyes. You're sure your face is probably all snotty, too. You're too far gone to care about it, though.

“They know,” you whisper to him. “She smashed my phone.” Yoongi grabs your phone that was laid beside you and inspects it. “She has a fiancée. He was so nice and I ruined it for her. He knows Joon,” you explain. “I think he knows who you are too, and I panicked. I thought he was going to out us, and I didn't……” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “She saw our picture when you called.”

“Y/N,” he sighs and wipes the sweat and hair away from your face.

“I fell…my wrist really hurts,” you sob loudly, showing him your injured wrist. Yoongi gently picks up your wrist and tries to examine it.

“We should get you to the hospital,” he says softly, but you shake your head no. “It could be broken.”

“She said you called me a burden all the time. That you hated it when I followed you around,” you start crying again.

“What?” Yoongi’s face turns hard and red. “I never said that. You were the reason I stuck around for as long as I did.”

That shocked you. Your questions surrounding their relationship have never been answered. After today, you feel like you have a million more. They were together for two years. You always just kind of thought that they just grew apart. Now, you're not so sure anymore. His comment just now. His note in that red envelope with the ring, your picture in his studio. You clearly don't know anything.

“Let me take you to the hospital,” Yoongi says as he kisses the side of your head. “I'll try and pull some strings. My friend Jin might be on tonight. He'll take good care of you.”

“You have a lot of friends,” you say, leaning into his chest. You cradle your own hand to your chest.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “You were never and will never be a burden to me. Let's go, we can get some ice cream after, and I can try and finish packing.”

“Okay,” you agree. “I love you, Yoongi.”

“I love you, too,” he whispers.

“Well, you are one lucky young lady,” Dr. Kim said, coming back into your room. Your x rays in hand.

Yoongi wasn't lying when he said he could probably pull some strings. As soon as you got to the hospital, they got you right in. Unfortunately, you wouldn't be you without embarrassing yourself somehow. When Dr. Kim introduced himself and shook your good hand. You may have giggled, and Yoongi sighed in defeat. He's very handsome and his smile is so beautiful. See, you're starting to feel better already. You didn't need to come.

“Just a sprain. A grade 2 sprain. Rest it, ice it, elevate it, and keep it wrapped, I just prescribed you some mild pain meds, and you can pick those up on the way out at the pharmacy. You'll be just fine in about 6 weeks or so.” Dr. Kim explained. “Any question?”

“No,” you answered. “Thank you, Dr. Kim.”

“It was my pleasure. Finally, meeting my little Yoongi’s girlfriend is the highlight of my night,” Dr. Kim tells you. “Please call me Jin. We are family now,” he continues. “Also, always remember when you get a bladder infection…”

“Jin, don't,” Yoongi says, trying to cut him off.

“...urine trouble.” Dr. Kim….Jin throws his head back and slaps his leg laughing at his own joke. Yoongi shakes his head in embarrassment. You can't help but giggle, his laugh is infectious. “Okay, kids. You're free to go, Y/N take care of Yoongi for me.” Yoongi looks unimpressed as Jin leaves the two of you alone. You finally break out in full laughter. You think the meds have kicked in.

“It doesn't hurt anymore,” you say in awe as you flop your hand around.

“Stop that,” Yoongi says from the driver's seat.

“You know what!” You exclaim while bouncing in your seat. “Fuck her! Fuck my sister….well…you already have but still.”

“Hey, watch it,” Yoongi growls at you. He stops at a red light glaring at you.

“Oh come on. You were together for years. I'm not stupid….you've fucked her. Wow, these meds are great,” you laugh at yourself. Yoongi mumbles something to himself you can't make out in your haze. “Sex must have been good with her for you to put up with her like you did. You know what we should do?”

“What?” Yoongi asks, sounding exasperated, but you miss it. He pulls back into your lot and helps you out of the car.

“OH I KNOW!” You yell out and look at him with a serious look . “YOONGI! When did you get here?” Yoongi puts his hand over your mouth, shushing you. Thank the Lord you live on the first floor. It probably looks like he's kidnapping you right now. “Oh, Oh, we should make a sex tape! A really, really, really dirty one. I'll even let you jack it on my face! Yeah! Yeah! Then…I'll send it to her. We'll be naked!”

Yoongi huffed a little as he struggled with you. He finally managed to get you inside of your apartment and into your bedroom with you stumbling most of the way. You gave him work out trying to change you into something comfortable.

“Noooo,” you whine. “NAAAAAKKKEEEED!”

“Okay, my little adult film star. You lie down, and I'll get the camera,” Yoongi says, placating you. You snuggle down into your bed, and as soon as your head hits the pillow, you're out. Snores and all. You miss the worried look on Yoongi's face and the sad smile he gives you. Turning off the light, Yoongi leaves you alone. Maybe you weren't as sure about this relationship as he thought.

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A/N: I understand she probably would have just taken something like Tylenol for her wrist. I needed her to be loopy for this one.

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watarfallar · 2 months ago

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I don't know what to put for a title...INCORRECT QUOTES!

BigB: Are you drunk? Impulse: Only on the spirit of Christmas! Pearl: And the spirit of whisky.

Skizz: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing. Scar: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing. BigB: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

Gem: What must it be like to live in your head? Are there happy ponies in there? It’s really something how utterly delusional your optimism is. If I didn’t hate you so much, I might even be impressed. Martyn: Huzzah! I got a heavily qualified and slightly sarcastic compliment from Gem!

Etho: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany! Etho, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.

Joel: I hate Scar. Pearl: "Hate' is a strong word. Joel: I have strong opinions.

Impulse: I am strong! I beat Jimmy at arm wrestling! BigB: Anyone can beat Jimmy at arm wrestling! Jimmy: Hey-

Grian: Hey, I see those leaves, where are you from? Impulse: Illinois. Grian: AAYYYE, I KNEW IT! ME TOO! Ren: Did you just identify a state by looking at its leaves.

BigB, when Scott walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza. BigB: *accidentally smacks Ren in the face with the baking sheet*

Grian: *walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone* Martyn: Hey, Grian, how was your day? Grian: *picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Martyn* Hell. Mumbo, watching this unfold: *whispers* Who hurt you?

Martyn: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter A. Scar: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory. Joel: Fuck you.

Etho: Are you ever going to listen to me? Ren: Yes. Absolutely. Etho: When? Ren: When you're right.

Skizz, teaching Grian to drive: Okay Grian, what does a green light mean? Grian: Go! Skizz: A red light? Grian: Stop! Skizz: And what about a yellow light? Grian: If you floor it, you can make it! Skizz: …No—

Lizzie: We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at Bdubs’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!

Martyn: What if we were stranded on a desert island? Who would you eat? Jimmy: Etho. Martyn: So fast? Wh-what about me? I would eat you! Jimmy: That’s very nice, I guess. Martyn: Why wouldn’t you eat me? I’m your best friend. Jimmy: Look, if other people are having some, I’ll try you.

Tango: Say no to drugs. Gem: Say yes to drugs. Jimmy: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. then you're on drugs.

Impulse: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Lizzie: There. How do I look? Jimmy: Like a cheap French harlot. Lizzie: French?!

BigB: My dad died when I was little so whenever someone jokes about fucking my mom I’ll pretend to be really sincere and say some shit like “Glad to see she’s moving on, my dad’s death hit her pretty hard.” Then watch them absolutely fumble trying to figure out a response to that statement. BigB: Update, she got a new partner I can no longer make the joke.

Cleo: It'll be fun. Cleo: We'll make a day of it. Cleo: Come on you punk bitch. Scar: I can't believe I have to say this. Scar: I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.

Grian: Capitalization is the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse.." and "I had to help my uncle jack off a horse.."

Scar: I haven’t lost my virginity. Jimmy: Because you have no friends? Scar: No... because I never lose!

Lizzie: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Gem: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Lizzie: I— Lizzie: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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agrippinaes · 5 months ago

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period drama appreciation week 2024 | day 1: favourite tv shows

the white queen (2013) s.a.s. rogue heroes (2022 - present) the durrells (2016 - 2019) harlots (2017 - 2019) the great (2020 - 2023) bridgerton (2020 - present) the tudors (2007 - 2010) downton abbey (2010 - 2015) anne with an e (2017 - 2019) call the midwife (2012 - present)

#perioddramaappreciationweek24 #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #twqedit #sas rogue heroes #thedurrellsedit #thegreatedit #harlotsedit #bridgertonedit #tudorsedit #downtonedit #awaeedit #call the midwife #onlyperioddramas #weloveperioddrama #period dramas #period drama #mine

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airamreef · 3 months ago

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Something I enjoyed was the age gap between Charlotte and Lady Fitzwilliam and the palpable tension between Lady Isabella and Nance. About her, I really get that Nanve was in love with the same unreachable woman-friend for decades, it was very lesbian on her behalf. And then find a marvelous love that could make her think is too good to be true—that is a blessing from above!!

harlots characters + tumblr text posts 24/?

#isabella fitzwilliam #liv tyler #ladyharlot #harlots #lady isabella fitzwilliam #sapphic #sapphism #kate fleetwood #send help #tv series #based on #lgbtq #lesbian #letterboxd

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radioisntdead · 7 months ago

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Saw how you encouraged Valentino bullying. Love it~!

How about an ask with (romantic) Angel’s assassin BF finally getting fed up with the moth, and making it their personal mission to kill him. I mean, if you have pseudo-immortality might as well use it right?

Good evening my dear! I may have gone overboard.

Pinned moth display

Angel dust x male reader

Warnings!! Murder, improper use of embroidery scissors, Valentino as a whole, JoJo Siwa's karma is a bitch music video, READER MAKES UNSAFE ASSASSIN DECISIONS, I am so so sorry this probably not what you were expecting again I am so sorry.

You had come to the hotel after a certain assassination that had resulted in a "What the actual fuck am I doing?" Moment and the first person you had met after Charlie was Angel Dust, the famous spider harlot who had a concerning amount of erotic jokes up his gloves and was concerningly horny all the time.

At least that was your first impression of him, he did have a concerning amount of erotic jokes up his gloves but he was slightly different from what you had originally thought.

The two of you had gotten drunk at the bar and ended up on the hotels rooftop, had a mutual heart to heart and, let's just say you didn't wake up alone in your room the next morning.

Your life went from rather dull in the hotel to skincare at night with products you had never heard of, watching shitty movies and convincing Angel to not put on one of his erotica movies, getting talked to in Italian, cuddles, words of pure mildy unholy affection and much much more.

You would do anything for Angel Dust, and so when he stumbled into his room that you spent the majority of your time in, beaten and bruised on the verge of a breakdown because of a certain moth, you had enough.

You had heard him complain about Valentino, come home with bruises, burns and whatever, but it hadn't been this bad, at least not in the time you had been romancing.

You comforted him until he fell asleep in your arms, you carefully slid out of the bed giving him a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping out of the room leaving Fat nuggets to look after him.

You vowed that after the last assassination you did that you wouldn't pick up that gun again, that you wouldn't take another life.

Just once, you'd break your vow just once, would it mess up your streak of redemption? Possibly but it would be worth it, what was one more sin amongst your thousands of them? What was one more life to end?

You unlocked the door to your room, you closed it quickly before heading to your woredrob changing out of the casual clothes you wore and into a seemingly pristine suit and tie, you even had a handkerchief tucked into the breast pocket, a long with a small pair of embroidery scissors, was it a strange outfit choice for an assassin to wear? Possibly but that didn't matter here.

You bent down to pull something out from underneath the bed, a dull, beaten brown suitcase.

You hid in the shadows as you followed Valentino at a distance, following him into the Vee's tower miraculously undiscovered.

Valentino slipped away into who knows where, but he was in the tower, you searched meticulously through rooms until you found his, you carefully opened the door and slipped into the perverted room of unholiness and sin.

Valentino looked around the living room, cup of tea in his hand, confused squinting his eyes trying to make out just WHERE that music was coming from,

"I was a bad girl, I did some bad things"

The song rang out throughout his room, just loud enough to leak through the door,

You swiftly opened the briefcase you brought revealing a gun, Carmine weaponry.

You should've pulled this out before you put the music video on to lure him in, take it as you being rusty.

You loaded in one single shiny sliver angelic steel bullet.

JoJo Siwa was coming out of the water like a emo pennywise behind you on the tv screen.

Valentino wrapped his gross hand over the door knob and twisted.

You crawled up the wall as he walked in, squinting at the music video playing, confused at what exactly was playing as there was some type of weird neck touching.

"Qué in the softcore p-"

He was swiftly shut up by you jumping from the wall like a deranged ferret, gun unsafely being held in your mouth.

You crawl up his back like a roach, pulling out tuffs of floof as he tried to grab you with one of his arms.

JoJo Siwa continued singing in the back as you pulled yourself up and wrapped your legs around his neck, tightening around him you pulled out the pair of embroidery scissors from your breast pocket and with two swift motions you snipped his antennas off, he screamed out in pain one pair of hands catching the fallen antennas, and the other reached up and grabbed your legs managing to pull you off of him as he let out a slurry of curses.

"karma's a bitch."

You were flung into a plastic bookcase of unholy toys that fell onto the ground with the impact of your body, your gun was slid across the floor.

Valentino felt dizzy, without his antennas everything felt fuzzy like he was having a horrible trip.

He collapsed onto the ground as he breathed heavily, within that time you got up and dusted yourself off from whatever filth was on those toys,

You moved past him and grabbed the gun, with all the noise you were surely going to attract at least one of the other Vee's.

And that you did, you heard harsh knocking on the door,

"Valentino, I swear if you and TV for brain, or whatever whore you have in there don't fuckin' quiet down while I'm trying to have my beauty sleep, I will take your wings and shove them so down your throat that you'll be shi-" Velvette shrieked through the door, you rolled your eyes and simply kicked the Woozy floozie moth onto the ground, deciding you'd have to make this somewhat quick as opposed to the full torture you had planned,

You heard Velvette stomp away slamming a door.

Putting the tip of your shoe on the back of his neck, you held firm as you grabbed onto one of his wings and held it out, moving it to be flat on the ground, you glanced over to the broken bookcase, cracks were evident in the side giving you an idea.

Valentino was laid flat on the floor, mumbling out words as he was still dizzy from having his antennas ripped out.

His extravagant and useless wings were spread out and flattened, pinned down with large shards of broken plastic, like a pinned moth display.

You wiped your hands together as you nodded at your work, Valentino squinted as he saw you move closer, he couldn't make out your face, only seeing a fuzzy blob.

The last thing he felt was cold metal against his temple.

You stole an set of clothes from a department store as you fled, booking it into an alleyway and changing out of the blood splattered suit, you grabbed a lighter and burned away any trace of the crime you committed that night.

You silently unlocked the door to Angel's bedroom, and stepped in, carrying a plastic bag of goodies that you may or may not have stolen.

He was still sound asleep, you placed the bag of goodies on the bedside table beside him, gave him a kiss on the forehead before hopping in bed beside him and letting sleep consume you.

Angel dust would wake up in the morning to discover Valentino was dead, he was freed.

What he wouldn't discover was that you had done the crime.

Karma was a bitch and Valentino should've known better.

Good evening folks I hope you enjoyed this! Also Yes I did have to watch that darn awful music video in order to see what I was working with, JoJo Siwa when you're not tormenting children with horrible working conditions or defending predators you should TOTALLY PAY FOR OUR THERAPY, y'all should totally listen to brit smith's version of karma it was better in my humble opinion, what was my thought process to write this??? I don't know and I'm sorry, anyways Thank you for tuning in!

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