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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 16, Unaccompanied - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Vomiting 🤮

Word Count: 1k

Previously On...: Jade's been trying to get into your head about Bucky, but he assured you she was just trying to cause trouble between the two of you.

A/N: We are officially half way through the story, lovelies! I'm so happy to be on this journey with all of you! NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when I update, please enable notifications from my Blog page!

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Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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The day you and Bucky were scheduled to leave for Moscow, you went to the dining room to say your goodbyes before boarding the Quinjet. The team was gathered around the large dining table when you walked in, plates of Thai food spread across the space. 

“You ordered Thai?” you moaned. “Knowing that I’m about to spend hours in a tin can, stuck eating MREs for who knows how long, risking my life for truth, justice, and freedom, and you order Thai just as I’m leaving? I thought you were my friends! My family! Do I mean nothing to the lot of you?!”

“Relax, drama queen,” Nat said. “I’ll fix you a to-go container.”

“Thank you, Natasha,” you said. “You are a true friend.” You glared around the room at everyone else, pointing an accusing finger. “The rest of you, however… I will remember this.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around you and squeezed your shoulders. “Maybe we can make a detour in Thailand and get it straight from the source, doll,” he said with a laugh.

“I like your way of thinking, Barnes,” you said. Natasha handed you the to-go container and you did a little happy dance. “Thank you, Natty!” you squealed, opening up the container to take a sniff of the deliciousness contained within. 

As soon as the scent of Khao Soi hit your nostrils, you were overcome with a wave of nausea. “Oh my God,” you groaned, shoving the container into Bucky’s arms and throwing your hands over your mouth. You sprinted toward the nearest bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before you were vomiting into the bowl.

As you heaved, you felt a cool, metal hand pull your hair away from your face and a warm flesh hand rubbing circles on your back. “You okay, doll?” Bucky asked, his voice full of concern as you heaved up the contents of your stomach. 

“I think there’s something wrong with that Khao Soi,” you told him once your stomach muscles had stopped spasming. “Maybe the coconut was bad?”

Bucky grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and gently wiped at the sides of your mouth. “Gotta say, it smelled all right to me.” He placed a palm to your forehead. “You’re feeling a little warm. You sure you’re not comin’ down with something?”

“Maybe,” you said, giving it some thought. “I have been feeling really tired lately.” 

“If you’re sick, you know can’t I can’t let you go on this mission,” Steve’s voice came from where he was standing in the doorway. “It’s a liability.”

This was the first time Steve had spoken to you in ages, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with the fact that you and Bucky weren’t technically in a relationship anymore. 

“I’m fine, Steve,” you said, but before you could further protest in favor of your good health, another wave of nausea overtook you and you were once again vomiting into the toilet bowl. 

“It’s alright, baby,” Bucky said. “I can do the mission solo. It’s more important for you to rest and get better.”

You nodded, feeling miserable and completely drained now. “Will you help me back to my room, Buck?”

“Of course, sweets.” You flushed the toilet and Bucky helped you stand up. In an instant, he’d scooped you up, carrying you, bridal-style, back down to your room. He deposited you gently on the edge of the tub in your bathroom and poured you a cup of water.

“Here, rinse your mouth,” he said, offering you the glass, and you accepted gratefully. You swished the liquid through your mouth, rinsing away the acidic taste of bile before you spat the water out in the sink. While you were doing that, Bucky brought you a change of clothes, helping you out of your tac-suit and into one of his tee shirts and a pair of pajama pants. 

“Better?” he asked as he tucked you into your bed. 

You nodded, burrowing down into your scarlet comforter. Wanda had been right– it had been permanent, and it was now your favorite bedding. “Thanks, Buck,” you murmured. “I’m sorry we won’t be going on the mission together. I was really looking forward to it.”

“Me, too.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “But you’ve got nothing to apologize for. I just want you gettin’ better.” You smiled at him as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “I hate leaving you like this.”

You laughed. “It’s just a stomach bug, Buck,” you said, squeezing his hand in return. “I’ll be right as rain when you get back, promise. But you better go before Steve comes banging the door down for you.”

“Is there anything I can get you before I go?” he asked, brows furrowed with worry. “I could make you some tea.”

“No,” you stifled a yawn. “But thank you. I’m wiped; I think I’m just going to take a nap. Puking is exhausting. We gonna do our calls?” you asked him. Each time one of you was away on a mission, you would call the other once a day, a kind of proof-of-life to ensure to the other you were safe. If a call wasn’t possible, you’d make sure to at least send a text, never wanting the other to worry more than necessary.

“Of course,” he said. He leaned down to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“Buck,” you whined, “I just threw up. You don’t want to kiss me right now.”

“Always wanna kiss you, Pocket,” he said, leaning in again. This time you let him, though you kept it from getting too deep. Yes, you knew you were blurring the lines of the new parameters you had set up for your relationship, but successful missions were never something to be taken for granted, so you would never pass up the opportunity for what could possibly be a last kiss.

“Alright, Barnes,” you said when the kiss broke, “get outta here before Steve comes in and drags your ass out.”

With a final wave, Bucky departed, leaving you alone to drift off, the discomfort in your stomach temporarily forgotten.

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[salted-caramel-tea]

What are your thoughts about?

I was gonna try and collect my thoughts coherently before I started talking bu ti cant be bothered doing that so like. about the dream and that one circle of mcyt that just fucking hate them .

actually this is about how I have felt observing the dream space recently.

im uncomfortable?? not with the dream team, I still really love them and I enjoy their content and I do still watch sap naps streams if im awake for them but honestly taking time just to spend time on my f1 blog has been like a weight lifted from my shoulders.

just talking about dtblr, ive seen people trying to make the best of the situation by live-blogging sapnaps streams making jokes spreading positivity for all 3 of them but it doesn't really of much to take away from the pressure of the situation. Every day it seems like some cc somewhere has something to say about dream or George or sapnap and every day we rush over here to discuss it. it almost feels like theres this pressure to perform and to respond to what is being said, we need to discuss everything as a controversy no matter how stupid or insignificant the situation is and we contribute to the snowballing of tiny things that honestly dont need the attention the theyre getting and its tiring to watch. like im at the point where im scrolling past 'did you see what x said' because honestly I dont give a shit I dont give a shit about a cc who spoke to the dteam on discord maybe twice talking about their 'truth' I really dont care .

im genuinely just fed up with the way the creator space and fan spaces behave. Dream posts 'pls talk to me' and creators say 'but that won't get me clout' back to him.

who gives a shit if dreams stole punz girlfriend. who cares if dream sent a dm that might have been considered rude to Sara Simons a fully grown ducking middle aged woman with better things to do than start twitter drama. who gives a shit about sniff having one insignificant negative interaction with dream over a year. none f this is your fucking turret its just airing out high school level petty drama that could easily be fixed with a fucking dm . its pathetic. the way so many creators are going 'I too am a victim' and its 'he sent me a private message I didnt like' who fucking cares. and all of this 'ill stream explaining my story' what story. that he made a joke in bad taste. its performative. they want views they want twitters support they want to seem like theyre on the RIGHT side so theyre just pulling any old story out of their ass to add to the mentality of the mob and make it seem like yes I too hate dream because he is so awful when in reality he was probably just a bit of a twat like a lot of guys in their early 20s are . the only way hes gonna know that he did something that made u annoyed or upset or even mildly fucking miffed in the case of Sara fucking Simons is if you tell him. and we saw that bc 5 mins later shes saying oh its all fine he messaged me . see how fucking easy it is to actually fix these tiny ass issues if you actually have a conversation before launching a hate campaign on twitter dot com . and people going off to run with it and add it to the pile of 'poof' they have. hell ive seen someone saying they appreciate dream saying they want to talk about situations and saying they want to chat with him about an experience they had with one of his friends like what does that have to do with dream actually why not just take the initiative and talk to the actual person involved instead of making dream do it for u. its all just drama mongering

on a more serious note I really dont know how to feel with the whole situation with caiti. George didi fuck up and im not moving from that stance- whatever happened he made her feel uncomfortable and went on the defence instead of prioritising apologising to her for the way she felt about the situation.

what I cat fucking stand is how weirdly this situation has evolved. the initial statement was that he had touched her waist and tickled her and cat didnt like that. THAT CONTACT the touching of her waist was spread across twitter as a sexual assault. which its fucking not and it pisses me off as a victim to see how loosely terms of sex crime are being thrown around bc no matter how uncomfy you are touching your waist is not a sex crime. there was no mention of inappropriate touching actually, just that he had crossed a physical boundary with her and ive already talked about why I can empathise with that delayed reaction in feeling deeply uncomfortable with the situation . so it confused me as to why people on tiktok were spreading misinformation that his hands were down her pants and cat coming out of left field with he was grabbing my tits. because none of that was ever discussed in any of her prior statement and that seems like pertinent information when were discussing sexual assault. and from what ive seen her friends timeline of events dont match up with hers. her timeline of events onset even match up that well with her other comments on the situation and all of it just feels so fucking odd. why do the details change depending on who you ask and when you ask them

but I wasn't there. I dont know what actually happened. having experienced it you automatically hold that understanding towards her despite all the backlash because people blamed me too, they didnt believe me either and you never want to completely dismiss it no matter how weird the story seems because what if. keeping myself in the situation is stretching myself in two different directions where one is dismissing the claims of assault because nothing adds up and the other is she might be like me .

the reaction to caitis initial statement has snowballed extremely out of proportion if u ask me. nobody needs to know everyones personal grievances with dream or George or sapnap and to say that youre sharing these to support victims is a straight lie bc it has nothing to do with victims they receive nothing from your story that he made a bad joke 3 years ago or whatever and everything to do with the fact that you are utilising an opportunity to gain relevancy again and I dont want to partake in their relevancy.

I dont want to partake in any of this fucking drama actually. it's non stop. it's constant. its all over my dash all day every day but maybe its just the ppl im following idc. but I dont want to come back into a community where im going to find myself fighting to justify why I still enjoy the content of some creators while there are other creators receiving less vitriol for breaking the literal fucking law . its exhausting . its been years of it for me .

im not mentally well. I have a lot going on in my family life and I didnt realise how bad things were until I told my work friend I hadn't seen in a while my 'family drama' and she and the assistant manager pulled me aside and said 'im so sorry youre going through that right now are you dealing with everything alright?'. I have my final exams within the next month. I need to pass these to graduate. I have so much that is already causing me stress in my life and so much of the misinformation around the situation is so triggering and untagged and I dont want to log on and see another bout of 'x responds to x' 'x talks about dream' 'x shares thoughts on George situation' . I cant fucking do that right now.

people have called it the cowards way out, bailing at the burden of controversy but im not switching sides. im not deactivating. im not becoming a dranti. I still talk about the dteam i still like the dteam but I cannot force myself to endure other peoples stresses at the time being . thats all ive been thinking about rlly .

[thefiery-phoenix]

The way you write your Lookism characters is just....too good for words, especially your Gun Park content and Seongji content, they're my most favorite. I'm looking forward to reading more of your works, you're my fave Lookism author, it's pretty rare to find someone who writes yandere content for Lookism but I am so glad I found your blog. Hope you have a good day sweetie and remember to take care of yourself :)

*Le sniff* thank you so much, you're making me tearful and melting my heart into a puddle with your kind compliments and words. And I've just found out that my heart gets all warm and fuzzy when someone calls me darling or sweetie, you're making me squeal like a little girl lol but, I truly feel quite honored. Thank YOU for taking the time to read my works, I really appreciate it and all of your support means the world to me. Thank you guys for being supportive of my work and sticking around :) Love you guys lots and I hope you all have a great day too and remember to take care of yourselves as well darlings

#phoenix talks #phoenix answers #phoenix rambles #thank you for your kind words #you're too kind #take care of yourselves too #love you guys lots

[depraved-gf]

Can I vent? Imma vent. I think you might appreciate the change of all sex stuff. Maybe.

So this is a very old wound, but it still bleeds every now and then. Back ground, I was the weird kid at school. I've always been kind of a loner. And I've always wanted my own "Tumblr girl" story. I met a girl on here and we just clicked. We became best friends, wed talk on a daily basis and spent around 6 hours on the phone once. I fell deeply in love got her, and I will admit; what happened next was completely my fault. I was selfish and dumb, I wanted my romantic version of her to be real and fall for me. I told her I liked her and she didn't like it, she Also had a boyfriend back then. Said we had never met. Oh, yes. That's right. Forgot to mention that. I lived in Mexico, and she was from the UK. Anyway, back then I would use Tumblr a lot more. And had my private blog where I would vent. I had a shit load of posts about her, might have been a tad bit obsessed. But being a Scorpio thats kinda like it is. Well, she somehow found it and freaked out. She asked me to never talk to her again and we'll; we talked about it and tried to fix things but the damage was done and she didn't want anything else to do with me. One year later she blocked me on every social media and her phone. My world came crashing in, and even tho I could have made other accounts and stalk her, I knew she didn't want that. So I didn't. I dealt with my anxiety on my own. How could someone who had seen how much they meant to me, do that? A few years passed and she sent me a message through xbox (we used to play for hours together). She asked me why I had done all of those things. When she sent me that message I had my head in a whole different space, and I missed the message. Could I have fixed things? (Should I also mention she used to read my erotic stories? The last story I gave her to read was one that was CNC, kinda hardcore.) She ended up blocking me because I insisted on being friends. There was a lot I could have done differently. But yeah. That. low key, Still wish she sends me another message one day.

I wanna let you have this space to vent. I hear you and I see you <3 If you need advice or an unbiased perspective, I'm gonna give it below, but feel free to ignore if you just needed that space. :)

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The answer to your question? Maybe. Maybe you could've fixed things, and maybe she'll reach out again. There's really no telling since we can't read her mind.

If she sent you a message years later even asking for clarification, she might pop up again one day. But it's most important that you let her have that space to come back if/when she wants. If you were a little pushy or insistent, along with having a private blog about her and she found it... It can cause some really scary and uneasy feelings, even if you meant well.

But I really wanna address the question: "how could someone who had seen how much they meant to me do that?"

The thing is, she doesn't owe you anything regardless of your feelings to her. I know it feels unfair, especially when feelings are unrequited. I empathize greatly with this and I know how downright painful it can be. I've been there. I'm still blocked by someone I once adored but fucked up with. Ultimately, we both made someone feel uncomfortable and they had the right to block us. And unfortunately, we have to be okay with that.

But again, and I can't stress this enough - let her come to you, baby. By doing this, you her know that her boundaries are respected by you.

Still, overall, I hope you're taking care of yourself. Never forget that you deserve to be taken care of. Go out, get into some really rad new hobbies, sniff some flowers, enjoy time with any friends of family you may have. Take it one day at a time.

Whether you reconcile with this girl or not, there will be other loves that light your soul on fire, maybe even moreso than you've ever before experienced. You're gonna be alright ♡

#ask repressedh0e #Ask Psychologist repressedh0e

[candydollita]

I love you and I love your blog! I hope you have the most awesome of days and know how much you are appreciated! People are touched by your presence! You are a gift to this planet! Keep going, and stay strong! You are so valuable! May your positivity return to you in abundance! You are strong than you know! You can do, and conquer anything! Your beauty is infinite! All you desire is on its way! Things will work out, and in your favor! Each new day is a new chance to improve, grow, reflect and thrive. Believe in yourself! Know your worth! Own the incredible person you are! Be proud of yourself, who you are, and all your accomplishments! Smile lovely! You deserve nothing short of the absolute best! Have a wonderful day, and keep the positive energy going! Do something special for yourself! Even if it’s something someone else would see as insignificant. Pass the light, hope, love, and kindness onto others-even just giving a compliment, reaching out to another, a smile, a message, a note, anything! You are such a positive light, and to spread it is an inspiration! Thank you for everything love! Have a wonderful day!

૮₍ ˵ ;> ꤮ ก ˵ ₎ა *sniff* wat a sweet angel

thank u for taking the time to send me tis kind message it means a lot to me <33

rly hope life treats u good & may ur kindness b returned ~🪄💕💗

#ask punzie~!!💗

[the-himawari]

A3! Takato Tasuku - Translation [SSR] Night Mission (2/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Tasuku: …That’s the situation.

Izumi: If we can help, then of course we’d be happy to lend a hand!

Tasuku: Thanks. Even though it’s just a sample, I heard there’s a script to move the event along. I think they’re going to hold a rehearsal beforehand as well.

Tsuzuru: Since there’s a script, does that mean it’s going to be like a play?

Tasuku: It’s sort of like a demonstration. We’re going to dress up as police officers and teach children the rules of the road while showing them good examples.

Yuki: And what are you going to do about the costumes?

Tasuku: We’re supposed to be able to borrow special outfits. They said they want us to send over three guys. I’m going to participate. So that leaves two more.

Juza: …Tasuku-san. I’m gonna join.

Tasuku: Are you sure?

Juza: While I was out ridin’ my motorcycle, I’ve seen kids jump out even when adults are right behind them. That worried me, so I’d like to help out too.

Izumi: That happens a lot when kids are young.

Kumon: I’ll go too! I bet it’ll be fun to dress up as cops with nii-chan. And I’d be down if I can help prevent accidents, even just a little!

Izumi: Okay. Then can I ask Tasuku-san, Juza-kun and Kumon-kun to be the three volunteers for this event?

Tasuku: Yeah. I appreciate it, you two. I’ll let my brother know.

Izumi: Please do. I’m going to go watch how it goes on the day of, too.

Kumon: Even though it’s a demonstration, we gotta be convincing as police officers, right, nii-chan!

Juza: Yeah. We gotta prepare for our roles somehow. I’ll think of somethin’.

Tasuku: Like a policeman, huh…

-pause-

Tasuku: (The best way to learn more about policemen is to ask a professional. I’ll ask my brother some things while I give him our reply…)

*ring, ring*

Tasuku: Hello?

Fuyuki: “Hey, Tasuku. Have you guys come to a conclusion about the traffic safety class?”

Tasuku: Yeah. We decided to accept.

Fuyuki: “Really? That’s great to hear. I’ll report that to my boss right away”

Tasuku: Sure. By the way, I have something I want to ask you…

Fuyuki: “What’s up?”

Tasuku: I want to know more about police officers in order to prepare for my role. Could you give me some of your time?

Fuyuki: “…I got it. It just so happens I’m off duty tomorrow, so I’ll be at home. Wanna come over?”

Tasuku: Sure.

-pause-

Fuyuki: So, what specifically do you want to know?

Tasuku: My role coming up is a neighbourhood police officer, so I’m going to reference what you do on the daily. Going on patrols your main job, right? As for traffic, my impression is that you deal with vehicles that break the law…

Fuyuki: That’s right. It’s not just cars, I also watch out for pedestrians walking while using their phones, bicyclists riding without their lights on, and so forth. We’re going to ask you to talk about this stuff in the show on the day of.

Tasuku: So what do you do when you actually catch someone breaking the rules?

Fuyuki: I call them over and listen to what they have to say. Then I hand them a fine, depending on the situation. However, our main goal here is to show the children good examples related to traffic. We don’t want to make them think policemen are scary people who just punish them. That’s why I think your feelings when you saved Tsukasa-kun the other day are much more important than any warning or fine.

Tasuku: My feelings… (Back then, my brother was…)

*flashback starts*

Fuyuki: Hey, you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?

Tsukasa: …*Sniff*. Yeah, I’m alright.

Fuyuki: That was scary, wasn’t it? Everything’s going to be okay. Mr. Police Officer is here.

-pause-

Fuyuki: Alright, let’s look for your mother together. Don’t you worry. I’m absolutely sure we’ll find her!

Tsukasa: …Right!

*flashback ends*

Tasuku: (…He was empathetic to the kid’s feelings and he treated them with kindness.)

Fuyuki: Anyhow, sorry you came all the way here to consult with me, but I want you to just act the same as you did that day.

Tasuku: Yeah, you got it. (That reminds me, my brother was late to school once because he was delivering a lost kid to the police station.) (His lateness was justified, huh?)* …I’m glad my brother became a police officer.

Fuyuki: Huh? Did you say something?

Tasuku: I was just thinking everyone must feel safe when they’re rescued by a police officer like you.

Fuyuki: Haha. If you ever find yourself in a bind, you can always depend on your big brother too!

Tasuku: Oh, be quiet. Don’t pat my head.

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*References Tasuku’s SSR Escort Card Invitation story

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#5

Lazy as I dunno what but I decided to accept requests and draw oc's for y'all (possibly Undertale oc's, and not weird things tho)

Under ur questions please add a photo of the character so I can have a reference

I'll try to make all them in digital, so the quality will be better

Not sure how it will come out but this will be a good training, aaaaand maybe it will take a lil more time than expected (I'm pretty slow), so please be patient lol

Bai for now, have a nice day

40 note - Postate 27 luglio 2022

#4

Day 4: beloved

Welll- Iii- ummm- YES.

This thing is hilarious, I died while making they're faces HAHA

Also yea, I already skipped day 3 cause- cause school is a very VEEERY nice place that absolutely doesn't drain your time, I got the sketch but I still need to make everything digital and- heh.... Not sure if I will post it as "late day 3", having a lot of other things and ending doing nothing cause I can't manage my lovely time, am sorry for that, be patient

41 note - Postate 4 ottobre 2022

#3

200+ followers raffle time!

Heyooo! Thank yall so much for the 200 followers, at the start I didn't think I was goin to reach even the half HAHA

But now, onto the raffle.

Rules

You must be a follower(new followers are appreciated tho!)

U gotta like or reblog (this can help more people to see this and join if interested) this post and I'll add u to the list

There is time until the 25th of September to join (Sunday lol), then I'll extract the winnings and message u (in private lul) and take ur oc/character(only 1 character per winner) drawing request :3 (the person should answer me in max 2 days, or I'm gonna be forced to choose another winner qwq)

Please be patient, school started and I'm more busy now, so I might take more han expected, but ur prize will arrive lol

About the prizes :3

This is tha first time I'm makin a raffle so there won't be maaany prizes

There will be 2 prizes

First prize: a full body character, a lil shaded, with or without background (u can tell me what is ur character doin and where, so I'll start with a clear mind qwq)

Second prize: an half body character, still lil shaded, with or without a gradient or normal colored background (u can choose tha color duh)

Well! Let's see how it goes! Have a nice day and stay ✨DETERMINED✨

45 note - Postate 16 settembre 2022

#2

Our skelebuddy won!

Let's celebrate this glorious victory, after 7 years this fantastic fandom is still alive thanks to yall people *sniff* thank u

48 note - Postate 9 settembre 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

Complete the heart challenge!

Hello! Am pretty bored and without ideas lately, but wanted to propose to everyone who wants! You can draw your sona , your oc, anyone! And not only from undertale fandom :3

Dusk: this is embarassing...but fine... let's see how it goes

57 note - Postate 10 novembre 2022

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Out Damned Spot...

Day 135 of Imatinib and we now know that it is working!

The latest scan revealed that four of the tumours have disappeared and just one remains. This is almost the best news we could have heard. So what now? Well, firstly, my oncologist very kindly reduced the dosage that I am taking as I, quite frankly, was not coping on 400mg. Since I've been on the lower dosage I've noticed: my energy levels increase slightly, a reduction in sickness/heaving and a generally elevated mood. However, there are still plenty of side effects to contend with. The main two issues at the moment are hair loss and dry skin.

During my first round of cancer in 2016, the hair loss was much worse. I had very clear bald patches and eventually I decided to shave it all off and wear a wig. This time, we're not at that stage yet but I fear it may be looming if things don't improve. To cover the thinning I'm trying to cleverly disguise it with lots of back combing, side parts and the use of little girl clips. People that I have mentioned it to have been very lovely and said that they can't tell and I really appreciate that (maybe, they really can't) but I can see the difference. I'm not saying that I bothers me so much that it's bringing me down but I am really self-conscious about it. To add to this, the hair is not just thinning but responding to the chemo by curling, or more accurately, frizzing. It is resisting the straighteners and kinking up at the mere sniff of moisture or wind. It basically looks a state most of the time. My current solution has been to tie it up at work on the really bad days but I hate that as I can't hide my face when I do that...

The dry skin is less problematic as I can hide it but I am going through a mountain of moisturiser. Problem spots are elbows and legs/feet. Tights are no longer friendly so I'm wearing trousers to work more frequently. You do not want me do describe the snow scene that occurs when I take off my tights after a full day at work. My skin is also much more sensitive than usual. I had an itchy leg during the night over a month ago so I gave it a scratch. Keep in mind that I have no nails as another side effect is weak nails that just tear off randomly. Anyway, the next morning, I looked like I had been clawed by a bear. The marks have faded but you can still see them. Add this to the bruises that appear if I just brush against something, and certain parts of my body make me look like I've been six rounds with Muhammed Ali.

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I just wanted to end today's blog with some general advice for anyone reading this who is supporting a loved one with cancer. It's really hard to know what to say or do but there are two things that you can always do and I know will be appreciated: hugs and listening. Don't stop hugging them. And don't stop listening.

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[stopscammingartists]

I can't thank you enough for everything you're doing.

I also wanted to ask a quick question to you and any of your followers, when I was a lot younger I wasn't actually in the PMD-E group myself but I did sniff around some of those pages in hopes of joining someday. Does anyone else remember a weird web page with PK and Shroomsworth on it talking about eggs (like pokemon eggs) and "this is where eggs are made" or something like that? I remember it sorta vividly because being so young I was confused by what it meant, and now since I'm older I realize it was supposed to have inappropriate context lol. I've never seen anyone mention anything like that and I wanted to see if anyone else remembers it too? Thanks for your time.

I appreciate it anon! Me and a few others who were hurt by Glip are actually working on a big project to expand scope / get the message out there. Look forward to it .

Glip is into ovulation as a fetish. I remember what you're talking about but am not about to go find an archive. It was likely on their kecunlimited tumblr blog.

[abenvs3000w23]

Pheromones: Nature's Secret Language

Like many of you, I found this blog prompt to be intimidating. Since a lot of us are in our undergraduate degree majoring in a science, we have learned a considerable amount about nature. I am in awe of how complex and stunning nature is daily. This feeling often arises when I observe something beautiful in the outdoors. Instead of focusing on one of the many visual things that make me love nature, I made this post about something you can’t see with the human eye, the secret language of pheromones.

Last semester I took a course called “Natural Chemicals in the Environment” (the course code is ENVS*3040 if you are interested). I took the course as I felt many of my classes were going over similar topics, and I found it hard to stay interested in topics I had already learned. When I read the description for this course, I didn't know any of the material being covered, which grabbed my attention. This course opened my eyes to a huge part of nature that was unknown to me. For those of you that don’t know what semiochemicals are, I think you will find them as interesting as I have. Semiochemicals are naturally occurring chemicals that, when released, mediate interactions between species (Sonenshine, 1985). Specifically, the semiochemical type that interests me most is pheromones. In this blog post, we will explore the fascinating roles of pheromones in the natural world.

Pheromones are semiochemicals that mediate intra-specific interactions (interactions between the same species) (El-Shafie & Faleiro, 2017). When an individual receives the signal from the pheromone, it causes them to exhibit a particular behaviour. These signals can communicate many messages from a distance (Sonenshine, 1985). They can notify the presence of predators to communicate danger, attract mates, mark territory, and even lead individuals to a particular source. An example is how ants use pheromones to make a trail out of chemicals to lead between their nest and a food source (Chalissery et al., 2019). This allows other ants to follow the trail and locate food.

The most interesting part is that this ‘community of communication’ is entirely invisible to all other species (Sonenshine, 1985). Each species has methods to maintain the specificity of the chemical release so that only their species can receive the message. Even closely related species have mechanisms to only notify individuals of their species. This is particularly important to maintain reproductive isolation (Sonenshine, 1985). For example, closely related moth species have different times when they release sex pheromones to prevent interbreeding (Jeremy & Ring, 2016). 

Overall the secret world of pheromones is an amazing aspect of nature that allows communication between species in ways entirely invisible to us. Although we know a lot about nature, there is always more to learn, and I am consistently amazed by the beauty of the complexity of our environment. Interpreting the complexity of pheromones allows us to acknowledge the many complicated relationships within nature and see ourselves as species of a larger ecosystem (Beck et al., 2018). I hope that by providing this information, you can better appreciate the beauty and complexity of diversity in nature and understand our part in protecting it (Beck et al., 2018).

Learning about something so discrete makes me think: what other amazing discoveries await us in the future?

References

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage for A Better World. Sagamore Publishing 

Chalissery, J. M., Renyard, A., Gries, R., Hoefele, D., Alamsetti, S. K., & Gries, G. (2019). Ants Sense, and Follow, Trail Pheromones of Ant Community Members. Insects, 10(11), 383. https://doi.org/10.3390/insects10110383

El-Shafie, H. A. F., & Faleiro, J. R. (2017). Semiochemicals and Their Potential Use in Pest Management. Biological Control of Pest and Vector Insects. doi: 10.5772/66463

Jeremy D. A., & Ring T. C. (2016). Pheromone Communication in Moths : Evolution, Behavior, and Application. University of California Press.Sonenshine, D. E. (1985). Pheromones and Other Semiochemicals of the Acari. Annual Review of Entomology, 30(1), 1–28. https://doi.org/10.1146/annurev.en.30.010185.000245

The New York Times. (2016, March 24). How Ants Get a Taste for the Trail [Video]. The New York Times. https://www.nytimes.com/video/science/100000006261057/how-ants-get-a-taste-for-the-trail.html

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

It's game time, and apologies ahead of time if you don't know who some of these people are, but trust me they are worth looking up and looking at! Using the following actors: Rafael Silva, Ricky Whittle, Mason Gooding, Jacob Scipio, Micheal Evans Behling, which of the following roles would you want each of them to take in your life?

The Best Friend: Pretty self explanatory. This is the one you spend a lot of time with in a platonic, non sexual or romantic way. You can hang out and be completely yourself with, play video games with, road trips or meeting up to gossip. They're a fun time.

The Lover: This is the one you are in a relationship with. Could be boyfriend or husband, your choice. You fill the role of their housewife, you cook and clean for them, make sure their clothes are all washed put away before he comes home from work. But he is completely in love with you, spoils you and showers you with gifts and affection and romantic vacations.

The Thirst Trap: This is the one you perhaps feel the most sexually towards, that you look at with a lustful gaze. He is here to offer you all of your deepest sexual desires and will fulfil them exactly how you want. You want slow and romantic? He can do that. Want him to be rough and dominant? He can do that. Want him to be kinky? He can do that too!

The Bully: This guy loves to tease and mess with you. He will make you kiss his feet, sit on your face and make you sniff his farts, make you lick his armpits and belch in your face. He finds it very funny, and will do this to you every day if he could.

The Boss: This is the man you work for, and he pays you good money to be his personal assistant. Whatever task he throws your way, you will do without hesitation. Do well and he might give you a pay rise, or a promotion or something a little sexier. Who am I kidding, of course you'll have some secy time with the boss! But do badly and he may cut your pay, or even fire you.

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GAME WITH ALPHA MALE CELEBS

Hey! I still don't know if we know each other or not but what's sure is that i really enjoy your games! 😁 Thanks for taking your time to write them. Maybe next time you could include pictures so i have an idea of the persons you are talking about 😊

As for the game of today, he is cool, and yes i don't know them (i know only two men here). And since they are a little bit too similar (all of them are tall muscled American non-white actors between their 30s and 40s), i find it tricky because it's difficult to really imagine them in a different position. I mean, my answers will be based on their body and what they makes me feel.

If you want ideas of celebrities i like, you can pick them from my list pinned on my blog 😉

Also, it would be interesting to make me play a game with fictional characters, i would be more creative in my answers 😀

On last thing before i answer your question : i thought you would have make something more sexual in your questions, but it's cool 😁

But, once again, thanks you so much for making me these games, i can't wait the next

So my answers are :

THE BEST FRIEND : RAFAEL SILVA

I know Rafael Silva because of his roles in the tv series 9-1-1, where he plays a gay man. I think Rafael Silva is gay in real life too. I love Rafael Silva's huge tongue, I'd like to suck it!

He have an amazing body, he is hot but to me short hairs looks better on him. I appreciate the fact that Rafael Silva isn't hairy : i would love to smell his smooth body!

If we were best friends I'd be like his pet 🤭

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THE LOVER : JACOB SCIPIO

I didn't knew him at all, but Jacob Scipio seems to be so kind, cute, sexy, hot, funny...

Jacob Scipio does not seems too dominant, but who knows, maybe he is 🥰

He still seems to appreciate someone obedient to him, that would serve him well...

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THE FIRST TRAP : RICKY SILVA

Ricky Silva is hottest here but also the one i would have the least things to tell about, because he is so hot that he don't seems to have an interesting personality. We seems to be too different to have things in common.

So I guess that Ricky Silva being my sex dom would be hot, i would serve him sexually, be his human sex toy, but even though Ricky Silva is my type, i don't know if he could love me.

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THE BULLY : MASON GOODING

I discovered Mason Gooding in Love, Victor, which is a Disney+ series i really enjoyed (and that i might write about, i began something after the end of the series but i never finished it). What's hot on him is his attitude.

Mason Gooding is the one i the know the most here, because i saw him, i mean, his character. In the series he starts being a bully before being too nice and being a lapdog without personality 🙄.

In real life Mason Gooding seems to be really hot, dominant, arrogant, his voice is very sexy, masculine, and he cocky, like he knows he is someone superior. I'm sure Mason Gooding would enjoy farting/burping on me. 🥵

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THE BOSS : MICHAEL EVANS BELHING

He looks like he would enjoy being served and obeyed, and Michael Evans Belhing is very masculine, a tall muscled man 😍

Maybe he would order feet massages... 😁

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[sweetdreamsofgelato]

Master Chef

Pairing: Henry x Reader (You)

Summary: (see prompt below)

Rating: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF; E for Everyone

Word Count: 2055

Warnings/Content: None

A/N:

lostinafictionaluniverse asked:

Okay, you got me with that last one, I'm a fan for life! I never dreamed I'd send in an rpf request :). But I would love to read something in which Henry cooks an ethnic dish for his lady - brownie points if it's an Indian dish, and the girl is Indian too - since I'm an Indian! :), makes a complete mess of it, and then orders the dish from a local restaurant trying to pass it off as his own effort (and gets caught out or not- however you want it to go!)

Okay, this prompt has been in my inbox for a shamefully long time, so huge apologies for that, but it's finally finished! I've restarted and rewritten this so many times and it just never seemed quite right, but with a little help from a four-legged friend, I think it finally works. Should've known Kal would fix everything.

Unbeta-ed. All mistakes are my own.

Reposting my works on any other sites or platforms is strictly prohibited (my official AO3 is linked in my master list). Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

The sink overflowed, the dishwasher whirred away fully loaded, and a tower of freshly washed pots and pans dripped in the drying rack. It wobbled precariously as Henry set yet another bowl on top. Kal immediately looked up from his post next to him, where he’d stationed himself in hopes of snagging an errant piece of food on its way to the floor.

Nothing fell; Kal let out such a pathetic sound of disappointment that Henry had to laugh. “Sorry, buddy.”

There was a loud pop behind him and he immediately scrambled toward the hob. A fresh splat painted the inside of the glass lid covering the pot. Henry gingerly cracked the top, keeping it at an arm’s distance so as to avoid being spattered with molten sauce, and gave it a sniff. Not that anything registered; with all the aromas mingling in the air, he’d succumb to olfactory overload long ago.

He set the lid back and turned down the flame and let it simmer. Kal moved closer, ever hopeful, and Henry patted him with one hand whilst he scratched the back of his head with the other as he surveyed the kitchen: covered dishes and remnants of his overzealous ambition littered every inch of flat surface available. The hob was maxed, the oven cranked, the fridge very well might burst at any second, and Henry finally admitted that he might’ve gone overboard.

Regrets: he had many and no more counter space to hold them.

In hindsight, marathoning Gordon Ramsay’s entire catalogue was a mistake. He should’ve known it’d only inspire hubris, and if the perpetually outraged chef materialised next to him and berated him for being an idiot sandwich, he wouldn’t disagree.

There was no doubt that Henry tended toward overambition. He could usually keep it in check, but when it came to you, he had absolutely no restraint. It’d all been well-intentioned in the beginning when he insisted on treating you to a home-cooked meal, the original plan being to make something tried and true. Something he could do well and with ease to show off his skills in the best light.

In some sense he’d stuck to his plan, being sure to make several things you always enjoyed, but then ego got the best of him, and he watched too many cooking shows and took a deep dive into the depths of online culinary blogs only to resurface with the bright idea to try a new and far more complicated recipe for the main. The photos were impressive and the tutorial video made it look fairly simple despite the laundry list of ingredients and a method a mile long. With a little mindful planning, it was just a matter of following a recipe, right?

Well, following a lot of recipes. He had a veritable buffet on his hands and hoped you arrived ready to eat.

Whilst his curry bubbled away, Henry made a valiant attempt at bringing some order to the chaos surrounding him, but it didn’t take long to realise that it was a fool’s errand. Sighing with resignation, he returned to the hob and took the pot off the heat.

Quickly snagging a spoon from the drying rack, he dipped it in the pot, blew gingerly over the sauce, and took a tentative taste.

He immediately choked.

“Oh God,” Henry coughed as the overwhelming, acrid sharpness decimated his tastebuds. For the briefest moment, he forgot how to breathe. He groped for a glass of water next to the sink and chugged it desperately. It didn’t help, and his poor attempt at curry scorched down his throat. His eyes watered and he coughed again. “Good lord, that’s vile.”

His whole body gave an involuntary shudder. Henry was no stranger to the odd kitchen disaster, but this was a whole new level of revolting. His sense of taste may never return out of sheer protest.

It had to be user error. He had no idea where he’d gone wrong, and he’d gone so wrong, but there was absolutely no saving it.

He held the pot away from him and grimaced, looking between the bin and the noxious substance masquerading as food. If he dumped it, there was a very real possibility it may burn a hole clear through to the foundation.

Henry smacked the lid back on the pot, lest it produced toxic fumes, and shoved it across the counter with a silent prayer that it didn’t corrode his cookware. After a contemplative pause, he cracked the window for good measure.

Okay. With a sigh, he gripped the edge of the counter in front of the sink as he gathered his thoughts. Plan B.

Arrogantly, he had no Plan B, so instead, he frantically dished up and arranged everything else he’d made on the dining table, saying another silent prayer that legs didn’t buckle under the strain.

Henry frowned, casting a critical eye over the table. There was enough to feed a small army and the main dish was wholly unnecessary, but there was a gaping hole in the centre where it should sit, displayed in all its glory, and the whole presentation felt incomplete.

Glaringly imperfect, and he really wanted it to be perfect.

He glanced furtively at the clock and mulled over his options. You were expected in less than an hour. He didn’t have enough ingredients to start over, and there was no time to run to the shop.

At some point, he began pacing. Henry scrubbed a hand over his face; willing himself to stop agonising over some small, insignificant detail. As it stood, he would already have to buy a separate freezer to store the leftovers, and he knew that you wouldn’t care that one dish out of many was an unmitigated disaster.

Still, his pride–the little devil on his shoulder, kept coming back to one option. It wasn’t ideal; it was downright deceitful and went against every fibre of his being.

Now was not the time to worry about personal ethics, he thought as he yanked open a drawer, pulled out a takeaway menu, and snatched up his phone. If this was the most dishonest thing he’d ever done, was he truly a horrible person?

Moral crisis aside, Henry was committed now, though regret had washed over him as soon as he hung up. Pressing his phone to his forehead, he muttered harshly to himself. One taste and you would know he hadn’t made it. How could you not? In his panic, he’d ordered from your favourite local restaurant. The same one you ordered from every time takeaway night was your choice.

He’d paid a king’s ransom in advance for them to deliver in under half an hour, and he hoped his shameless bribe was not made in vain. Time passed at an agonising pace: too fast and too slow all at the same time. Kal hot on his heels, Henry was pacing again across the length of the open, airy space that made up his kitchen and dining room, stopping only to occasionally fiddle with the table setting.

Another second in the room would drive him mad, so he forced himself into the living room. Kal padded behind him whilst Henry refolded a blanket and tucked away the books and scripts scattered across his coffee table. He gently kicked a few dog toys toward to corner near Kal’s bed before he dropped onto the sofa. He checked his watch again, his hand tapping impatiently against his thigh as he watched the seconds tick away.

Homing in on the movement, Kal immediately bounded over and nosed insistently at Henry’s hands.

“Still don’t have anything,” he said, “Besides, you’ve already had your dinner.”

Kal let out another plaintive whine, finally admitted defeat, and disappeared down the hall.

His phone dinged: food was on its way. Inexplicably this only churned the waters (guilt, most likely), so in one last-ditch attempt to regain control of himself, he put some music on through the room speakers. It would either relax him or distract him, but either way, he needed something to break the constant, anxious whirr of his mind.

Henry dropped his head onto the back of the sofa and closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the music. His heart rate ticked down and his breathing became steadier. It wasn’t until he’d stopped moving did he realise how tired he was from all the effort of his marathon cooking.

Some immeasurable minutes later, Henry was nearly knocked clear off the sofa by a large, furry wrecking ball. With some semblance of relaxation in his grasp, he didn’t dare crack an eye. “What in the blazes has gotten into—”

“Hello Henry.”

He let out an utterly undignified yelp of surprise when he jolted of the couch. Kal shoved past, trampling Henry’s feet as he rounded another lap around the living room, practically bowling him over to get back to the doorway where you stood, a bottle of wine in hand.

“Smells amazing in here,” you smiled as Kal danced circles around you. “I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in.”

Shit. He should’ve given the damn dog a treat. The traitor hadn’t even barked a warning of your arrival. Of all nights for the both of you to be stealthy.

“Of course not,” he replied, and he truly meant it. “I’m glad you’re making use of your key.” He smiled, albeit awkwardly from the shock. Henry hastily crossed the room, leaning in when you moved to drop a quick peck on his lips.

You let out a reluctant hum when you stepped back, and Henry’s eyes widened immediately on the takeaway bag you pulled from behind your back. “Delivery.”

He let out a slightly nervous laugh, though it was drowned out by Kal’s playful barking. Now he barks.

You handed the wine to Henry and immediately reached into your pocket. “For my best fella,” you crooned as you held out the dog biscuit.

Kal sat dutifully, his haunches trembling with barely-contained elation. Upon command, he very gently took the treat from your fingers, despite his eagerness, but as soon as he had it he bolted off to his bed to enjoy the fruits of his patience.

“I will forever be second in his heart.” Henry sighed.

“But first in mine.”

He turned to you; a soppy smile tugged at Henry’s mouth, but his eyes remained trained on the takeaway bag swinging gently in your hand. He tried to clear the awkward lump in his throat. “You’re early.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” you replied teasingly.

“I am always excited to see you.”

“Mmhmm.” There was a playful spark in your eye when you indicated the bag in your hand. “Not as much as I am for a homecooked meal.”

Ah yes, he was going to get mercilessly teased for this. It was no less than he deserved, really. What sort of deception he’d tried to pull, Henry still wasn’t sure. He’d be the first to admit that it was a poor attempt and doomed to failure, but he was oddly okay with that.

Truth be told, he actively disliked and was never good at lying (positive traits, surely) and though he was a bit chagrined with his momentary lapse in judgement, he mostly felt relieved.

Following you toward the kitchen, he edged around you when you stopped abruptly at the sight of the dining table.

“Are you expecting more guests?” You gaped at the heavily laden table, then your gaze shifted over debris scattered on the counters. You twisted around curiously, making a grand display of searching the room. When you turned back to him, your face lit with amusement. “Perhaps the entire roster of England Rugby?”

Henry laughed, heartily and mostly at himself, as he pulled some wine glasses out. “I...ah, might’ve gotten a tad carried away.”

You raised an eyebrow, and your lips flattened with a suppressed laugh. “Just a tad?”

“I can explain.” He made a wide gesture toward, well, everything. “Just ignore this.”

“Ignore what?” you asked with a surreptitious smile.

Henry’s heart did a funny flip in his chest as he watched you plopped the bag in the middle of the table, an oil-stained paper shrine to his pride, and he couldn’t hold back a grin. “I love you.”

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[devildomdisaster]

Hi can I ask for the reaction of the demon brothers to the mc who always behaves fearlessly, but is afraid of a sharp clap and hides behind them?

Hi anon, this is my first ask for this blog so I hope it's what you wanted.

I got a bit carried away with this one so it ended up a bit long.

Normally fearless mc who hides behind the brothers after a loud noise

Lucifer:

Initially, Lucifer thinks that a human who has little to no magic ability (at least at first) is going to be helpless and frightened of almost everything. This is the Devildom after all, and demons would love to eat a sweet human soul.

But you routinely stand up not only to his brothers but to him.

Honestly, he finds it frustrating.

With no way to intimidate you Lucifer’s normal tactics to ensure proper behavior are rendered useless.

Not only that but you encourage his brothers to act up as well.

But your fearlessness has also endeared you to him.

Even more pride than normal radiates off him when he sees you put some lower-level demon or his brothers in their place. Even if he has to step in sometimes.

Lucifer discovers your fear as you walk into Ristorante Six and a waiter drops a tray of drinks behind you as you are being shown to your table

The tray hits the ground with a loud clatter

Lucifer turns at the noise but otherwise thinks little of the situation

You however are immediately hidden behind him, hands fisted tightly around handfuls of the back of his coat

He is surprised but quickly schools his expression into one of concern.

His first thought is if you are alright, did something on the tray somehow hit you?

He turns to you, taking your clenched fists into his hands.

For all intents and purposes you seem physically fine just…scared. Truly frightened.

Later when you have calmed down he might ask you about your reaction. But for now he will simply comfort you.

He pulls you into his arms whispering lowly into your ear, “there is nothing that can hurt you while I am here Mc. It’s alright.”

Once your breathing has slowed he’ll ask if you’d like to leave and go back to the house of lamentation.

If you were just startled he’ll spend the evening as planned, although he is far more aware of the movement of the surrounding demons. And any possible loud noises that could startle you again.

If you do want to go home he will gladly take you, he’ll propose a quieter evening, relaxing in his study listening to his records perhaps?

Mammon:

Oh, his fearless human!

He is oh so impressed at your bravery.

It’s almost reckless at times how little fear you seem to have in the face of demons.

This boy loves to watch you stand up to other demons or handle situations that others would consider frightening (especially for humans).

Your fearlessness makes you the perfect partner in crime for his schemes.

He loves the rush of getting away with his schemes and loves having you there to share that rush with even more.

Of course, when you do participate in his less than honest scheming, or even his honest ones, he is always there to protect you.

Watching you be fearless is fun but if anything could actually hurt you he is always aware of it. Ready to step in front of you at any moment. You’re his human after all. It wouldn’t due to have something harm you when he can prevent it.

You’re not even outside the house of lamentation when a rather peeved Lucifer comes into the kitchen. “Mammon!” he thunders with a loud slap of his hands on the counter.

You jump behind Mammon, face pressed into his back

One of Mammon’s arms unconsciously reaches behind him to shield you even more.

He is shocked at your reaction but the instinct to protect you kicks in instantly.

“Lucifer” Mammon warns quietly with a quick glance towards you behind him “could we maybe do this later I think Mc…” He trails off

Once Lucifer is gone, seeming to have gotten the gist of the situation, Mammon turns to you. one hand stroking your head gently until you look at him.

“Hey, Mc you’re ok. What’s gotten into ya?”

“The noise” you mumble. Half embarrassed, half still trying to calm your racing heart.

“Geez Mc, ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout stuff like that when I’m around”

He doesn’t quite understand why a loud noise would scare you but is more than willing to listen if you want to explain.

Levi

Levi doesn’t get you.

How can some magicless normie human not be afraid in the Devildom? Surrounded by actual demons? Whatever it’s not like he gets normies anyway.

But then he gets to know you and he actually likes you. You’re his Henry now, his player 2 or… whichever you prefer Mc. Even admitting this to himself is sometimes so hard.

Your whole fearlessness thing still confuses him, but it’s impressive too.

He enjoys being able to play horror games with you or watch horror anime without you being terrified.

It’s like nothing phases you. You can face down anything the Devildom throws at you. Levi thinks you’re so cool, it’s almost not fair!

He kind of wonders what actually scares you

He finds out one night when Asmo throws the door to his room open so hard it bounces off the wall with a loud slam.

Asmo is crowing about family bonding night and repainting Levi’s nails “because gaming isn’t all that matters Leviathan, and you should have been in the living room half an hour ago!”

Levi groans at Asmo’s outburst. Then pauses, blinks slowly, and realizes you’re hidden behind him quaking in…in fear?

His demon form slips out quietly and he wraps his tail around your waist protectively.

He doesn’t understand why you’re frightened but he’s got you covered normie.

“Ohhh, I didn’t know you were playing that kind of game!” Asmo grins purposely misreading the situation. “You and Mc can come down when you’re done.” he sings, shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

Levi’s face is so red, he opens and closes his mouth several times before any words make it out.

“M-mc did did Asmo do something to you? or?” He’s trying to figure out what’s got you so scared.

But he’s still so flustered from Asmo’s teasing that he can’t turn to face you. Instead, he keeps his tail protectively and hopefully comfortingly around your waist.

“No” you sniff “the noise. When the door, it just”

“Oh, good. Not good-good! I mean good that Asmo didn’t do anything.”

You’re both silent for a long moment as Levi composes himself and turns around. Levi finally has time for his surprise to hit him. This is what you are afraid of? He never would have guessed. Still, he doesn’t think any less of you. How could he? Everyone’s got their things, their fears.

“Thanks, Levi,” You say, tapping his tail gratefully.

You get to watch the red bloom across his face this time.

Satan

You being fearless is intriguing and impressive.

He has read about all sorts of phobias and a part of him wants to expose you to some common ones just to see if any of them scare you.

But he won’t.

He likes you too much for that.

You aren’t afraid of pranking Lucifer with him.

Or of late-night library searches, or cursed books, or most importantly of him.

He expected you to be afraid of him, he is the avatar of wrath after all, and his anger can and has made him lose control.

But you're not the least bit afraid of him. He truly appreciates that.

While cooking dinner the loud clatter of a pot falling to the floor and splashing its contents to the ground makes him curse and then sigh, but it makes you jump behind him.

hm? Oh. Oh!

With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other clutching his shirt, it only takes a moment for him to recognize your fear.

He realizes pretty quickly that it must have been the loud noise.

There’s a part of him, the same part that had wanted to test you for hidden phobias, that is immensely satisfied with this new information about his favorite human. Excited even.

Satan feels that knowing there is something that scares you makes you more real.

He almost chuckles at your reaction.

Instead, he guides you to a seat and as he straightens lets his knuckles brush your cheek gently.

“Are you alright Mc?”

He waits until the shock and fear have worn off before cleaning up the mess on the floor.

He knew there had to be something that scared you, he just hopes this fear isn’t tied to any…unpleasant people or situations in your life. Just the thought of that erases all his satisfaction at discovering your fear.

If you’re still a bit rattled he’ll keep you distracted, while he finishes cooking, with tales of the Devildom and the new installment of his favorite mystery show or the new novel he’s reading that he thinks you might like.

If you have recovered he’ll gladly accept your help finishing dinner.

Asmo

Asmo loves your fearlessness.

He thinks it makes you even more attractive.

He says that other than your magical potential it was one of the things that led him to make a pact with you.

“Nothing seemed to phase you, I just had to know more!”

Drags/brings you shopping a lot partly just to watch you stare rude demons down.

Of course, he is always there just in case a demon doesn’t get the point, but he takes a kind of pleasure in seeing demons try and fail to intimidate you, before leaving in shock and shame at being unable to scare a mere human.

He doesn’t let you get into dangerous situations if he can help it. Being confident and fearless is all well and good Mc, but you are still a human and demons can be dangerous.

During one of your shopping trips, there is a loud clap of excitement from a demon when they find what they were looking for.

You gasp and duck behind Asmo.

He turns an amused smile on his face.

“Mc, how can you possibly help me look for my size when you…oh!

As he sees your face he understands. You’re afraid.

He is flattered that you chose to hide behind him for protection. He thinks it shows how much you truly trust him.

He takes your hand in his, even as his head tilts slightly trying to figure out what scared you.

It all clicks a moment later. The noise.

He grips your hand a bit tighter and guides you out of the store, away from the situation.

Asmo knows that your reaction could have just been from being startled but he also knows that it could be tied to a deeper fear of something or someone.

He hopes you were just startled but makes sure you know that he will always protect you from your fears. Minor or serious.

If you let him he will have a whole self-care spa day with you after you get back to the house of lamentation.

Beel

Beel is impressed by a fearless human.

Especially one with little to no magic when first coming to the Devildom.

But he is also concerned for you.

He worries you might do something reckless.

So he makes sure to be around in order to make sure you stay safe.

Will 100% eat a lesser demon who tries to harm you.

Beel wants you to be safe.

But he is glad that your fearless nature gives you the confidence to explore more of the Devildom than just RAD classes.

He is so happy when you want to go somewhere new with him, maybe to a restaurant or cafe you haven’t tried yet.

The first time you hide behind him is after the wind blows a chair over at a nearby table outside a cafe.

You are on your feet in an instant

And in the next, you are almost cowering behind him.

Beel is startled.

He doesn’t understand why you seem so afraid.

But he pulls you into his arms anyway.

Beel comes right out and asks you about your reaction.

When you explain that it was the loud noise Beel nods.

He wants to ask if you were just startled or if there is more to your fear but doesn’t want to overstep.

He’ll wait until you are headed back to the house to ask.

Whatever your answer is he’ll accept it and in the future act accordingly to prevent you from being afraid.

Belphie

Honestly hates how fearless you are at first.

It annoys him and he wants to make you afraid of him…until he doesn't.

And the complete 180 surprises even him.

He still wonders how a human can be so fearless and kind of wonders if it's all an act you use to protect yourself.

Even so, he’s still impressed that you can be fearless in the Devildom.

He’s another one who likes to see you tell other demons to get lost.

He thinks that a human chasing off a Demon in the realm of demons is hilarious.

On the way to RAD one morning what sounds like a loud clap causes Belphie to turn and see another demon being slapped.

He goes to make a snide comment to you, only you aren’t standing next to him anymore.

Instead, you are tucked behind him holding tightly to his uniform jacket.

“Um, Mc? What exactly are you doing?”

And that’s when it all comes out.

The noise had scared you so much you had hidden behind him.

Belphie just shrugs. It’s surprising sure, considering all the other things you’ve seen and experienced in the Devildom. But hey you are a human, something was bound to scare you eventually.

He’s curious if you are just easily startled or if you have a fear of sudden loud noises.

Unlike his brothers (*Satan) he is curious enough to test you and see which it is.

Unless you come out then and there to tell him you have a fear of loud noises he will plan out a ‘prank’ to startle you again.

If it turns out it’s not a fear caused by anything serious and you are just easily startled he will use it against you occasionally, at least until he is bored of your reaction or you ask him to stop.

But he doesn’t want to hurt you, emotionally or physically. If it’s a genuine fear he’d never use it against you. And he’d personally end anyone who did.

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Murder, He Wrote

Part 7

Summary: Ransom makes good on his promise and your parents arrive for dinner. But then, you discover something that brings your entire world shattering down around you once more…

Warnings: Bad language words. MATURE (NSFW 18+) NON-CON situation, kidnap and violence. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THOSE TRIGGER… READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Pairing: DARK! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  So here it is, the last chapter to this series! I can’t believe all this spun from @jtargaryen18​‘s Halloween challenge last year, and here we are 6 months later! Of course, I’d love to thank my writing partner from the earlier chapters, but sadly she’s no longer on Tumblr. Without her none of this would have been possible. I love you SG wherever you are. Thank you to everyone who has read and engaged so far and I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing. The Epilogue will follow next week and trust me, you do NOT want to miss that!!

In this, the reader has a sister, however feel free to interpret the Y/S/N element as sibling instead, if that appeals to you.

Word Count: 8.5k (I’m sorry I don’t do short fics, really I am!!)

READ THE WARNINGS!!!! This is a DARK Series… don’t @ me if you can’t follow simple instructions and end up with butt-hurt. And if you’re under 18…get off my blog.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and by writing it does NOT mean I agree with or condone the acts contained within. This fiction is classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Murder, He Wrote Masterlist // Main Masterlist.

Part 6

 “Will you relax?” Ransom drawled from where he sat, sprawled back on the sofa in the main lounge of the house, his denim clad legs crossed at the ankles, his black cashmere sweater torso melting against the cushions. “It’s just your parents, what’s the big deal?” You weighed your reply but instead smiled, he couldn't possibly understand. He wouldn't. "Let me just have this moment, please." He looked at you, his eyebrow arched before he scoffed, “whatever, Sweetheart. But if you’re gonna keep pacing up and down, can you do it in the hallway? The wood flooring is a lot more hardwearing.” With a roll of your eyes you left the lounge, wringing your hands together. This was the first time in months you'd be seeing your parents and it wasn't lost on you the charade you'd have to keep up despite wanting to somehow plea for a rescue. It was also worrying how they were going to react. Especially following the call you’d made a week or so ago, just before New Year’s Eve.

When you’d dialled the number you knew off by heart, your mother had answered. And upon hearing your voice she had shrieked and then the line had gone quiet until your father had spoken your name with a trembling voice. You’d been unable to answer straight away, your own voice catching, before a sob had burst from your throat and the tears had poured down your face. You’d managed a few, choked words of apologies until Ransom had pushed himself up from the seat he had been perched in, silently observing. He curled his arm over your shoulder, giving you a squeeze as you composed yourself. Eventually, you’d managed to calm yourself down and thankfully your dad hadn’t asked too many questions but had accepted your invite to dinner.

And now, here you were, nervously awaiting their arrival.

It wasn’t lost on you that, in their eyes, the fact you had cut them off was your decision, not forced on you by the man you were now sharing a bed with. And that was your other worry, you had no idea how he was going to behave. If Ransom showed your family the same contempt he displayed to his own, your dad wasn’t the type of man who would stand for it. And then what? But you had zero time to think on it as the doorbell rang. Your heart leapt to your throat and your stomach turned acidic. Ransom poked his head out of the lounge and looked at you expectantly, like you were to answer. Adjusting your sweater dress for the millionth time, you walked to the front door and reached for the knob with a shaky hand. You steeled your nerves and blinked hard to dissipate the tears, and opened the door. For the first time in months you looked back into the familiar eyes of your parents. Your mom’s face was pinched, as if she was chewing the inside of her cheeks and as you glanced to your dad you already noticed the daggers he was shooting at the man behind you. To anyone else it would be enough to make them quake in their shoes, but not Ransom. “Mom, Dad.” Your voice sounded alien as you spoke quietly, your fingers grabbing at the bottom of your sleeves as one of Ransom’s hands curled over your shoulder. "Y/N," your dad replied, and the awkwardness officially set in.

"Aren't you going to invite them in, Sweetheart?" Ransom's voice made you jump a bit.

"Yes, please, come in," you stepped aside for them to enter. "Welcome to, erm, our home."

Calling it that felt all sorts of wrong, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. Besides, it wasn’t like you could call it what it was, your prison. Your father stepped inside followed by your mother, the foyer now feeling a little crowded. Your mother was quick to pull you in for a hug. But it was brief and not the way she used to hug you, no, this hug felt like it came from a stranger. Your dad’s embrace, however, was everything you remembered. Safety, strength and love and you felt yourself melt into his arms, choking back a sob as you pressed your face into his chest. "We appreciate you coming to dinner," Ransom spoke, breaking the embrace you shared with your father. "It's nice to finally meet you both. I'm Ransom." Your dad looked at you as you nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes as he looked to Ransom. “We know who you are. With the news, the papers and Y/N's article, we've probably become more acquainted than you're aware.” He spoke calmly but cooly, gripping Ransom’s outstretched hand with a less than friendly shake, one that would make a lesser man wince. Instead, you saw what you thought was a flicker of amusement on Ransom's face before your dad released his hand and you introduced your mother. She didn’t offer her hand. Instead she gave a sniff and took a deep breath, getting straight to the point as she always did. “Well, this is all very nice and everything but what the hell do you think you’re playing at, Y/N? You disappeared with no trace, we thought you were dead, and then we find out you're not. Instead you’re, with him, choosing not to contact us or speak to us? Forgive me for the brash and abrupt approach, but before we sit down for dinner, we deserve some answers.” Her voice gathered pace and volume as she continued to rail at you, telling you how worried and sick the entire family had been, how thanksgiving and Christmas without you had been awful and whatever else she had on her mind as she spewed her words at you, her face an eyes blazing with anger. You felt sick, never had you meant for any of this to happen, clearly. And you'd secretly hoped Ransom would have seen the devastation he'd caused by his actions, however you knew that was an ill-fated hope just as well. You struggled to speak, the words jumbling around in your head and your mouth bone dry. "I'm so sorry," Ransom sighed. "Why don't we come into the lounge and have a drink or two and we can talk all about it? I know that Y/N was looking forward to your visit and clearing the air."

He looked at you as he ushered towards the lounge, a hidden smugness to his face that only you could detect. He thought he'd just played the hero, the prince saving his distressed princess. “Good idea,” your dad nodded, his hand gently on the base of your mother’s spine, “come on, Honey.” “Straight down, second on your right.” Ransom informed as your parents headed off a little ahead of you.

“Now, remember, what you tell them has to match what you said to Blanc.” Ransom took your hand in his and spoke quietly as you both began to follow your parents. “I. Know.” You grit though your teeth and jerked your hand free of his. He stopped dead and turned to face you, and for the first time ever you saw something akin to fear on his face, you were resisting that much anger. “Y/N...” he started but you shook your head. “You have no idea how much you’ve hurt them or me do you? That or you simply still don’t care.” You hissed before you took a deep breath and drew yourself up tall. “But, we’ll just go in there, spin a load of more lies and that’s it, all done isn’t it?” He blinked before his jaw set and he shook his head. “I’m warning you...” “What else is new?” You sighed. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything and I’ll still be here when they leave.” You stepped a pace or two in front of him and entered the lounge. Your parents were sitting on the couch you'd become very familiar with while Ransom moved straight for the drink cart. "Mr. Y/L/N, can I interest you in a top shelf scotch?" "Mom," you said softly as the conversation between your dad and Ransom faded out, "Ransom and I have a great white wine if you'd like or..." "Scotch is fine," she interrupted you, a stone cold look to her disappointed face. Ransom served the drinks, handing you your preferred wine with a kiss to your head. You watched how your parents interacted with him, the way your father watched every calculated step, the way your mother shot daggers in the two of you as you sat opposite them on the love seat. You leaned forward so as to move a bit away from Ransom, however, he was quick to put his arm over the back of the love seat, his hand able to still touch you. “So, erm, how’s....” “Your sister? Nanna? Granddad? Who would you like to start with?” Your mom took a sip of her drink and you dropped your eyes, your gaze focussed on your hands as they rubbed together. 

"I'm sorry, okay?” You stuttered, shaking your head. “I know you’re angry and upset and you have every right to be but... I didn’t do any of this on purpose.” “That detective man, Blanc, and the police... they said you didn’t want us to know where you were...” “I didn’t.” You choked on the lie a little. “My head was a mess and...” you sniffed as you felt Ransom’s fingers graze the skin on the back of your neck as you looked at your mom. “Mom, please, please don't make tonight continue with vicious jabs and vile glares. I'm sorry, to you, to everyone. I was...." you stopped and centred yourself. "I was lost and I didn't know what to do." "Why don't we just get this out of the way then maybe we can move on with our evening?" Ransom suggested and your father nodded in shocking agreement. "Let's let her explain, Dear. She said she made a mistake and there were good reasons she couldn't come to us, I'm sure. Let's just hear her out." Your father was always the more sensible one. You mother took a shaky breath and looked at you and you swallowed before you started to talk, the lie you had rehearsed in your head slipping from your lips. “I erm, I was having a bit of trouble at work and everything just got too much and... well, I don’t know what happened, a breakdown or whatever,” you took a deep breath, “I just needed to get away, from everything.” “Including us?” Your mom asked and you shook your head. “I wasn’t thinking straight, I just...” "You know, it doesn’t matter what you say to explain because frankly, I won't understand but I do hope that you never have to experience what we went through. Ever." She deadpanned. "I do believe that is my fault, Mrs. Y/L/N. I encouraged her approach and didn't discourage the fact that she wasn't contacting you or anyone she was close with." Ransom sighed, feigning concern for your parents.

You knew what he was doing, the Master Manipulator was coming out in him and you knew there was no going back, no. It was as if Ransom said 'challenge accepted' in winning your parents over. Just, so you assumed, the night would end and you'd be happy in his arms and they'd never think twice about your brief disappearance again. “We hadn’t been seeing each other that long, and my reputation isn’t the greatest. But I should have put my own concerns aside and seen that the way we were going about things was wrong and I should have insisted she reached out. You see, me and my family aren’t close and I sometimes forget that we’re the ones that aren’t normal.” "We hadn't known she was seeing anyone," your mum stated. She was out with her claws, not going to let Ransom nor you off so easily.

"Well, I'm not like Y/S/N, Mom. I don't just bring home whomever I'm taking to bed that month." You'd said it before you could stop it. Never had you said something like that before about your sister, nor spoken to your mother like that. And you didn't miss the twitch of a smirk to the corner of Ransom's lips, telling you he was a bit proud. Surely, you didn't want him to be rubbing off on you in that way. "I'm sorry, that wasn't how I meant it. I just knew I had to be more careful in sharing everything. Like he said, he's not got the best rap, but, after my interview on him, well I guess I just found him intriguing and-“ “Ah, yes," your father now spoke up, cutting you off, “the smear and redact. Believe me, Ransom, we're very familiar with your reputation and our daughter's initial thoughts on you. Which is why you can see how we were a little surprised, once the initial shock of her supposed death wore off, that the two of you were... together." “I understand.” Ransom nodded. “And I would feel the same in your shoes. But, well, I guess after the interview things just kind of spiralled from there. I don’t really know how it happened myself, to be honest, I’m just glad it did.” As if he was sealing the deal, he leaned toward you and pressed his lips to your temple. You sighed and gave him a smile. This bastard was smug enough to start shifting the tone in the room with a metaphorical snap of his fucking fingers and you watched it work on your parents. The ice slowly melting away, the glacial peak softening around your mother. And then the metaphorical snap became a real one as he moved his arm from round you, clicked the fingers of both hands and then slapped his left palm with the underside of his right fist with a flourish as he flashed a smile round the room. “Okay, so....who’s hungry?”

Your parents both raised their eyebrows and as your mom looked at your dad, you saw him shake his head ever so slightly and she took a deep breath, before she turned back to Ransom and you, a small smile on her face. “Dinner sounds great.” "Sweetheart, after you," Ransom politely shifted to the side so you could rise and lead the way. He turned back to your parents, "we wanted to make sure we were able to spend as much time together without the chore of preparing and cleaning up after so we had dinner brought in. Y/N had it all set just before you arrived." You shot him a glare as you moved by him, your mother and father behind you, Ransom pulling up the rear. Sure enough, still warm and catered were four place settings at the table in the large dining room across and down a bit from the lounge. Your parents sat down across the table from where you and Ransom stood, silver dome lids obscuring your eyeline as you sat. Oddly, you'd never eaten in the dining room before. It was your room in the basement, the kitchen table or the coffee table in the lounge. Red wine and cutlery were already set along with water. Your parents and Ransom set their scotch glasses near the wine. Your dad arched an eyebrow at the ostentatious nature of it all and you caught his gaze as he gave you a kneeling smirk. With a laugh, you realized that someone should at least remove the lids, and since you were the host, you rose from your chair and bent over the table a little, reaching for the knobs of their domes. You stacked them together and sat back down, pulling yours and Ransom's as you went.

As you settled down to eat, your parents both complimented the food before a little silence fell as you all ate, the occasional clanking of cutlery against the porcelain plates ringing out across the large room. Ransom made a few comments here and there about the food from the company you’d ordered from being good, as usual, your parents agreeing before a light conversation struck up about the holidays and various other mundane topics, all as if you were close and the conversation prior hadn't happened. Like it was a regular Sunday family dinner. All the time, you spotted your parents growing more and more comfortable with the situation, and you felt yourself relax a little, hoping and praying that things would keep amicable.

And then, after another spell of silence you heard your mother clear her throat. "So, Ransom, what is you do? I never gathered that from…well, from…” she trailed off and Ransom took a dep breath. “To be honest with you, Mrs. Y/L/N, not a great deal until recently. Just another way Y/N managed to help me change my life around." He looked at you with appreciation. "She made me see that living my life riding off people’s coat tails wasn’t really anything to be proud of.” He paused to take a sip of his scotch before he cut another piece of his steak. “Now I’m writing. I have a couple of things on the go and a few from my grandfather that he never finished so, hopefully, they’ll take off.” This bastard! You could not believe the bullshit that so easily sprang from his mouth. It was fascinating and yet absolutely disgusting at once. You found yourself convinced, and not for the first time, that he actually believed the shit he talked. "What's your book about, if you don’t mind me asking?" You father queried, after swallowing down his steak with his wine, saving his scotch for after. “Not at all,” Ransom swallowed his food. “Another area I’ve taken inspiration from, it’s based on a private detective.” He gave a chuckle. “I’ll be handing out a lot of royalties and dedications at this rate.” "Just a private detective?" You pressed, having wondered yourself as he'd told you once before you were an inspiration. He looked at you, smirking a little. “I’ve told you, Princess, I’ll let you read it when the first draft is done.”

Your father eyed you as Ransom spoke of pet names and inspirations. Your eyes flitted away from his gaze, entertaining Ransom's portion of the conversation but you found them quickly fluttering back to those kind eyes that matched yours. At that point, your dad shot you a sweet father-like wink before clearing his throat and speaking.  "So, let's not beat around the obvious, this is awkward." He paused to emphasize his point. "I'll just come right out with it. What could your future intentions be with my daughter?"

"Jesus Christ, Dad!" You surely hadn't seen that coming.  Ransom blinked a little before he cleared his throat. “I’ll keep her as long as I can, Sir.”

At that, his hand curled over your knee, giving a gentle squeeze and you took a deep breath, drawing your back up straight as his hand gently started to trail further up towards your thigh, fingers still hot on your skin through the layer of your thick tights. You cleared your throat, and moved a little, and Ransom removed his hand, a smirk blatantly evident on his face.

“Good to know.” Your dad reached for his wine again, a teasing smile on his face. “I mean the lease has gone on her apartment now and we turned her room into a gym the moment she moved out.”

“Oh purlease!” Your mom scoffed, “a gym. By that he means he has a rowing machine and a bunch of weights that serve as nothing more than expensive door stops.”

At that Ransom gave a full belly laugh, his head tipping back with just the right amount of humour. Not too much to appear fake, but enough to seem like the exchange had genuinely amused him. He almost had you fooled too.

Bastard.

The rest of the dinner past with fairly amicable chat, the ice well and truly broken. Ransom and your father struck up a pleasant conversation about football and then baseball, Ransom confessing that he hadn’t been following either sport much recently but also nodding when your dad suggested that perhaps they could catch a game sometime soon, in a bar. At that you had smirked into your glass, as you knew the thought of going to a place surrounded by a load of loud, drunken members of the public would be Ransom’s idea of hell. The idea that he might just have to follow through on your promise amused you, a lot.

Eventually, your parents both announced that they should be going, and the warmth and happiness that had descended on you began to slowly seep away as you hugged them both good bye. As they headed down to their car, you stifled down a sob as you waved them away, realising you had no idea when you’d be seeing them again. That was on Ransom, for him to decide when and if you deserved it.

But, you’d played his game. You’d behaved. He said he wanted you to trust him, to be content with him. Surely, he would realise that this was the happiest you’d been since he snatched you, and if you continued to behave then he would have no reason to keep you from seeing them for so long again.

With a sigh you turn away from the door and step back inside, Ransom just behind you. You stopped and waited for him to close the door and lock it. He gave you a little twitch of a smile. 

“Well, that wasn’t as painful as I expected.”

You rolled your eyes.

"You were great, Sweetheart."

"Yeah, well, you won them over. I doubt they suspected anything by the time they left." Your words didn't cut him, they cut you. You cleared your throat and shook your head, "anyway, I'm going to go clean up. I'll meet you upstairs."

"What, no 'thank you'?" He piqued.

You turned back to him, "Thank you, Ransom. For allowing my parents to come over."

“That wouldn’t be sarcasm, now would it?” He arched a brow, his arms folding across his chest.

"Oh, no, not at all," you overly pouted, stepping up to him, running your hands over his chest to seal your own sarcastic ploy.

His hands were quick to grab your wrists and oddly there was an air of excitement to your eyes.

“What on earth is there to possibly be sarcastic about?” You continued and he scoffed.

“It’s a good thing I kinda like your sass.”

You simply quirk your eyebrows and give a small shrug before attempting to turn away. However, Ransom still had a hold of your wrists and he kept you rooted near by.

“Ransom, what...”

“Leave the dishes, the maid comes tomorrow. I pay her enough, she can deal with it.”

You scoffed, “you’re such an asshole.”

"Come to bed with me," he asked more than suggested.

Since your little tryst in his precious car a week ago, he'd been far more touchy-feely, needy even. And in your eyes, Ransom Drysdale didn't do needy. However, this neediness served a purpose. You were able to keep him soft in all but one place, manipulating his needs for your own.

“You want me to come to bed with you?” You playfully quipped, cocking your head to one side.

“You want me to beg or something, Y/N?” His voice lowered as he narrowed his eyes. “Because I can make it a demand not a request.”

“Not beg, no.” You ignored his threat. “But a please wouldn’t go amiss.”

His controlling hands moved your arms around his neck before they fell away to your waist. His forehead bent into yours and his nose brushed against the tip of your own. "Please, come to bed with me, baby," he whispered against you.

You were smirking inside as his lips met yours in a deep kiss, his tongue gently flicking through your lips and sliding against yours. 

“Since you asked so nicely.”

It was a quick swoop, one that completely caught you off guard as he pulled you off your feet, his arm around your back while the other was hooked under your legs. His lips were on yours as he carried you to the staircase, not ever missing a beat or step, his tongue gliding over yours as he walked.

You didn't know how the two of you had made it up to your bedroom, and without incident but, the next thing you knew, you were led flat over your bed, his body caging you in.

“You said I did well.” You looked at him and he blinked, his brow furrowing a little. “How well?”

Silently as you waited, hoping he would take the bait.

And he did.

“Very well.” his eyes searched yours and you bit your lip.

“Well enough for me to see them again?”

"If you want, maybe lunch with your mother," he answered, kissing over your jaw and down your neck between each phrase.

You stilled, shock hitting your system and just how easily he had offered that up, you hadn’t even had to try. Noticing your change in body language Ransom paused and looked at you. “What? Don’t you want to?”

“No, I mean yes, of course I do. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that. I mean...” you stopped yourself short of saying what you had been about to, that you were his damned prisoner and until a week or so ago hadn’t left the grounds at all in months. You swallowed as Ransom sighed.

"Trust, remember, baby," he leaned back on his knees between your legs. "Call her in a couple of days, set up lunch."

“And you trust me to do that?” You swallowed. “No stupid tricks or mind games?”

"I won't be far behind." There it was, the stipulation. That silent warning heeding a tone left unsaid. “That said, I’m kinda hoping we’re past the point of me having to remind you about certain things to make you come back.”

"I understand."

Ransom shook his head, licking his lips. “No, I don’t think you do.” 

There was a tone of sadness almost to his voice and you watched him, his eyes locked onto yours and then you understood.

This went right back to the core of all this. He wanted you to want to come back. Not to simply do it because you have to. It was the ever present chink in his armour, the one thing you’d been able to exploit.

And, if you were being totally honest, could more than likely learn to live with the situation if you could have some kind of grasp and control, because that’s what this was about. That ever present power struggle and desperation he has within him to be more than people simply assumed him to be.

In a twisted way, you were almost proud to see the difference in his behaviour over the last few months was insurmountable. Whether that was directly down to you or not, you couldn’t be sure, but something had made him tap into that part of himself that could show reasonableness, rationality and, dare you suggest it, compassion.

Whilst you knew you’d never forget how he had taken you, against your will, or the pain and violence he had inflicted upon your body, maybe, in time, you could forgive. 

Because he simply hadn’t known any better.

"I'm not going anywhere," you spoke softly, sitting up to caress his cheek. His evening stubble scratched at your palm.

His eyes squinted shut, holding back an emotional response to her promise. There was so much he wanted to say but he couldn't. He physically could not bring the words out from his throat. So he did what he had always done, or thought he could, and that was to show her. Show her what he wanted to say. His lips pressed into the palm of her hand and as her fingers rubbed along his ear and behind his head, his lips travelled the length of the soft skin of her forearm until he pressed a delicate kiss to the crook of her elbow.

Turning his head, he caught her lips in a soft kiss which grew deeper as he pressed his body into hers, grinding his hardness against her groin. He felt the exhale from her nose against his cheek as his tongue muted the groan from her throat. His free hand skated up her thigh, to the hem of her sweater dress, bunching it in his fist. At that point, her hand gently wrapped around his wrist and he stopped, pulling away to look at her, his brow creased in puzzlement.

“Let me.” She whispered.

He swallowed hard and gave a short nod. She sat up and he leant back as she did, her hand against his chest, guiding him how she wanted him. As her hands fiddled with his flies, his eyes never left hers. When she tugged on the waistband of his jeans, he raised his hips slightly to allow her to pull them down, taking his boxers with them and he gave a slight sigh at the relief his rock hard dick was now free from it’s constraints.

“Feel good?” She smirked at the sound he made.

He nodded, “yes”, his voice gruff and gravelly.

No sooner had she said it, she’d taken him in her mouth. Instinctively, he bucked upwards, his hands settling in her hair, head falling back against the pillow as he hissed.

When his hips rutted upwards a second time, she moved back, releasing him with a pop and he glanced down at her, his face full of frustration but she simply smirked at him.

“Stop moving." 

The control of the situation wasn't his, it was hers and he was fully aware of it as she changed her pace, quick-quick-slow and if he squirmed she stopped.

A roll of his balls between her hand made him shudder. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, “fuck, Y/N!”

She responded by taking him to the back of her throat, and the noise that came from his was halfway between a growl and a whimper as it stumbled from his mouth.

On and on this went, and every time she brought him to the edge and he couldn’t control his movements she stopped. It was a delicious torture, but one he was fast reaching his limit with.

“Fuck, baby, I…” his hands raked through her hair as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, her tongue pressing against the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He moaned loudly, “I gotta…”

"No," she purred, kitten licking the slit in his head, the precum dripping onto her tongue. Her lips enclosed over him again, short bobs until she was making long strides at deep throating him. 

She squealed as his hands tightened around her hair, squeezing at the strands to pull her back but she kept her pace, his hips giving way to a violent thrust to the back of her throat as he came hard, his spend shooting deep, coating her inside. His chest heaved as he came down from his high, not letting up on his grip until he was done trembling in euphoria. 

Then in a beat he flipped her to her back and hand his hands over the waistband of her tights, "that wasn't smart, Sweetheart," he growled. 

His eyes flashed in challenge as she giggled and whispered, "I thought it was." 

The force of him tearing her tights as he pulled them away from her legs bothered neither of them, her thin panties soaked and leaving a wet trail down her leg as he removed them, had him salivating. 

"You think it's funny? I'm gonna see how you like it," he challenged. 

Ransom wasted no time in taking a fast swipe at her leaking cunt with his tongue and Y/N cried out as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen and throbbing clit. Her hands went straight to his hair, her knees practically boxing his ears as she curled her body towards his ample assault. 

His long arm slid up her body, over her tummy between her beasts as his splayed his fingers open across her skin, trying to press her back into the mattress. As she complied, she gave a gripping tug to his longer locks and Ransom emitted an elicit growl against her pussy. 

"Jesus Christ," she cried out, the sound sweet in his ears. 

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he spoke against just above her mounded flesh, whilst his fingers sought a wet refuge. He wasted no time in sliding two in, middle and ring fingers, slipping in a first, then second knuckle deep then scissoring inside her until they were all the way in. 

His lips curled around her clit as hers had done to his head, humming over the bud of pleasure, a pressure she nearly exploded over. 

"Oh, no, you don't get to do that yet," he stated firmly. The command made her twitch under him, her breath audibly hitching in her chest. "You're gonna cum on my cock as I fill that pussy up."

"Fuck, Ransom, please," she begged. 

"It's not funny now is it?" He slipped away from her body, sitting back on his heels and removed his own sweater. "Get naked, Princess."

He watched as she struggled to strip of the heavy sweater dress she wore, a stark difference to the fearful prize he had to himself months ago. Now she was his and he loved every single moment of it. From her sassy, smart mouth to the way she took his dick on demand. Ransom slipped his pants away, the two of them both naked and awaiting what was next. He wanted to flip her onto her tummy, rail her from behind while she took it on her hands and knees, keening at him as he thrust into her. 

But instead, he spread her legs wide and slotted his thick cock between her legs, her ankles locking around his narrow hips as he thrust in and gave a naughty twist of his hips. Slow, deep, nasty ruts into her core bounced her tits just a little and he found the wanton cries of her need to be enticing enough to lap at her nipples and breasts, licking and nipping at her skin. Grinding into her as he licked and kissed his way up her neck to that spot that made her cave in at the base of her jaw, jointed just below her ear. 

Her hands wound their way into his hair again and she gripped the strands, giving a pull back, restraining his neck a bit before she let up, allowing his head to drop a pinch. 

Chills covered his sweat sheened skin as she whispered, "harder" into his ear. His body quivered and his stomach fluttered. 

"Fuck, yes." He pulled out and flipped her to her tummy, like he'd wanted to do before. "On your knees, baby. Let me see that pussy."

She positioned like he demanded, a little sway of her hips telling him she was ready. A swift spank to her rounded ass and she cried out as he slammed home. 

"Oh, baby," she mewled as he filled her from behind, bruising fingertips pressing into her hips. 

Her lips praising him, using his nickname for her on him ignited a fire in his belly, his hips snapping harshly against her, his balls slapping against her clit. But it wasn't his pace and the pressure building in his body that was causing him to bury deep inside her, his head rubbing that g-spot that was making her moan filthy words. No, it was the look she gave as she turned her head to just peer over her should the same minute he was throbbing to cum inside her. 

"I'm...fuck, fucking cum, baby girl," he whimpered, desperately holding back so she could cream over his cock. 

And cum she did, her pulsating walls gripping him in a tight squeeze as she pulled him in with a force, literally crying out his name as she came. Her body practically convulsing in pleasure as he filled her up with his seed. The two of them collapsing against the expensive sheets, his body led over hers, still sheathed inside her as they both sagged and panted. 

As if high on the throws of their ecstasy, Ransom kissed along her back with heavy lips and hooded eyes. He could taste the saltiness of her skin, the dampness of sweet sweat a leaving a wet coating over his lips. And when he could feel the blood return to his extremities, he ever so gently pulled out of her, his body sore and tired. She whined at the feeling of his weight escaping her body, but he was quick to fill that void, replacing it with the heat of his frame as he pulled her close, allowing her head to rest against his bare and sculpted chest. He pressed his lips onto the crown of her head. 

"Sleep, baby," he whispered. "Just relax and sleep."

***** For weeks things were good, maybe even really good. Ransom was giving you more freedom, not yet unattended, but you weren't locked away. He'd made do on his promise. 

You had a great lunch with your mother, at the Country Club, in which he'd set up. He'd driven you there, waited in the bar but could easily keep an eye on you. Whilst he might have had ulterior motives that were slightly more sinister than merely being there to keep an eye on you in case you had a panic attack (the excuse you gave to your mother), all in all you didn’t mind. You, too, didn't doubt he paid the waiter a hefty tip to stay nearby as he'd checked on your table more often than most or necessary, again, you didn't mind. 

But despite his hovering, a point you'd made when you'd returned, he promised he trusted you so to save the pains of an argument, you let it go. You'd kept your own promise, never to drop a hint to your mother or anyone else that you weren't less than a free woman.

As the days neared Valentine's Day, Ransom seemed to be more touchy than usual and more than once you'd caught him softly staring at you. His eyes conveying more emotion than they did. Not unlike the first few nights when things had drastically changed between you in November. And when the day arrived, you both exchanged gifts after an early morning wakeup call that you most certainly did not mind. Ransom seemed genuinely pleased with the new silk scarf you’d ordered, having thought it would be a nice replacement for the one he had left at the mansion and point blank refused to return to collect.

For your gift, he handed you a small white envelope. Giving him a puzzled look, you opened it and pulled out a small card.

‘In our favourite room you'll find, your gift my beautiful Valentine.’

Instantly you felt an uncomfortable cold feeling in the pit of your stomach and you swallowed a little. It was a clue, exactly like the ones he had set for you all that time ago on Halloween the previous year. But, as you blinked and looked at him, you saw the expectation on his face and had to remind yourself that this was different.

This was not the same man.

"Is it at least wrapped in a bow, so I know it's mine?" You asked and he smirked a little, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

 "Trust me, you'll know when you see it."

With a final look at him, you climbed out of bed and pulled on your silk slip before you headed down the stairs. As soon as you’d read the clue, you knew he meant the study. But, when you opened the door, you started to wonder if you’d made a mistake as there was nothing there jumping out at you, at all.

You started rummaging through the stack of things on the desk, looking for anything that resembled a gift. In your haste, you accidentally knocked small stack of notebooks over the edge of the desk. You rushed to get them and straighten them up, hoping not to mess up the order of things he'd had piled together. The moment the leather-bound journal like book touched your fingers, a jolt of curiosity ran through you. 

You opened the cover and ran your fingertips over the dried ink that sat engraved on the pages, a bold and all capitalized print to the handwriting. Not a surprise from a man who's harsh overture played constantly on the surface. Your eyes scanned and scanned the scroll, a frown creased your brow as you registered the meaning of all his notes.

These weren't just any sort of notes, these were his footnotes for his book. And that now disorganized stack of papers that moments ago littered the floor, you looked at them again and realized there among the typed and printed pieces of paper, was his manuscript. 

Hesitating, you picked it up. The front page was plain bar the words. ‘Murder, He Wrote’ and you scoffed at the fact that was the title of the article that had gotten you into this situation in the first place. Mind you, he had said you were a muse of sorts so maybe that was his way of tribute.

You flipped through, skimming the pages, finding yourself strangely proud if you will, that he’d actually finished it, well what appeared to be the first draft anyway. It was indeed about a private detective, by the name of Arnie Bronze, who was hot on the tale of a missing woman called Lucy Roberts who had vanished in mysterious circumstances.

You skipped on a few pages, the narrative shifted to that of focussing on the so called killer, a man named Riley, and you realised that Lucy wasn’t dead as anticipated, she was being held captive. 

In Riley’s basement.

You felt your stomach clench as you focussed in on a small snippet of dialogue, one that was extremely familiar.

 ‘I like this,’ Riley toyed with the straps to the bra Lucy was wearing, his middle finger tracing the outline of the strap against her skin before his lips followed the same path.

‘You should, you chose it,’ her voice was quiet, but still there it was, that unmistakable undercurrent of disdain she carried for him visibly present, as always.

Riley merely chuckled, ‘like I chose you, huh.’ At that, she blinked and looked at him, and he flashed her a smile. Oh, if only she understood exactly why…

What. The. Fuck?

Was he writing about you? Or had he already written this and was merely acting out his sick fucking fantasy. The answer to that became apparent when you tossed the manuscript down and reached for his book of notes.

It was littered with note after note, graphic accounts of the things he’d done to you, along with little questions and observations, how he could turn that into passages for his book. Your breath began to quicken and you turned the pages faster and faster, not needing to read his notes in the slightest as you could remember every sordid little detail for yourself.

Eventually you found the last page. This one contained two simple lines, the first from the night of Harlan’s memorial when he’d arrived home completely soaked.

Memorial was a shit show, as anything is when the fucking Thrombey’s are involved. Y/N made hot chocolate. Held a conversation I actually enjoyed.

This contained no side note as to how this could be used within his book, almost as if it was simply a journal entry, but you didn’t really have time to dwell on that, as your eyes flicked to the line underneath which carried no date.

Original plan changed, no longer going to get rid of when purpose served. Storyline of book will diverge at this point.

'When purpose served'. Well, it didn’t take a genius to work that out.

You threw the book down onto the desk, the room swimming around you as both your hands covered your mouth in shock and horror. You were sick to your stomach, the bile acid in your stomach turning acrid, and you wanted to wretch. 

He’d meant to kill you.

“So, do you like my gift?”

The voice made you scream and you jumped, turning to face the doorway where Ransom was stood, his sweats hung low on his hips, arms folded over his bare chest as he leaned against the frame.

“What?” you blinked, swallowing, the word nothing more than a trembling whisper. “You mean you wanted me to find this?”

“You asked me about being my muse.” He shrugged. “As you can see, you were much more than that. Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart.”

You couldn't hold back the gag in your throat and you quickly turned into the waste bin by the desk, spewing your empty stomach into it. The bile burned your throat as it came up. With a shaky back of your hand, you wiped away the remnants of your episode and leaned forward on the desk, your free hand palm flat against the mahogany.

You were disgusted, that much was painfully true, but you were now terribly afraid for your life. A feeling that hadn't come over you in four months. You felt just as you had that very night, terrified, alone, and fighting a sense of chill that crept through your body and deep into your bones. Your eyes, big and brimming with tears looked up at him and your mind went numb in processing the situation. No quicker than you had just vomited, you felt a pang of hurt, your heart ripping from your chest as everything settled within you. You had accepted this, this fate that had been laid out for you. You were accepting him and the life you were being forced to live. You accepted the beast that had begun to care. But he was merely a wolf in sheep's clothing, the true monster you'd always known to lie in wait just under the surface. 

Your brows creased and your heart raced. You felt the bubbling of a scream start deep in your churning belly, your own monster vying to climb its up your chest and out of your throat. You were angrily screaming on the inside long before your voice sounded to the outside, piercing the room in a shattering, blood-curdling banshee cry of anger. 

“This…” you picked up the notebook in your right hand, throwing it at him violently, “this is the reason you took me?”

“Yes.” He didn't even dodge the thickly bound object as it hit him square in the chest before falling to the ground. 

“You...fucking asshole.” You spat, angrily swiping your arm across the desk. The neatly stacked piles of papers scattered like leaves falling from a tree as they fluttered to the floor. “And to think, I actually started to believe myself that there was more to you than everyone said, that underneath all of that bravado and narcissistic, downright nasty bastard exterior there was something or someone that maybe, just maybe was worthy of caring for! ” Your voice was loud, echoing off the wall of his study as you screamed at him. “But you kidnapped and raped and hurt me in ways I never thought possible for what? So you could write a goddamned book?”

Hot tears coursed down your face as you trembled, staring back at the utter monster who stood before you, his face stony as you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand. “And then you planned to kill me once I no longer served a purpose? Well, tell me, how long have I got?”

“It’s not like that anymore.” Ransom took a deep breath as he stepped forward. He was calm, too calm and instantly you took a step back. “That was my initial plan, yeah, but what I wasn’t banking on was how being around you would make me feel.” He swallowed as he licked his lips. “I couldn’t get rid of you like I originally planned once you served your purpose. Because I love you.” Your mouth dropped open at his confession, utter horror coursing through your veins as you realised what he was saying. The chances of you getting out of this were depleting by the second. He really was completely fucked in the head. “No, no you don’t!” You shook your head, “this...is not love, Ransom, this is obsession, it’s...” He cut you off as he surged forward, his lips pressing to yours. You placed your hands on his chest, shoving hard as you turned your face away, screaming loudly at him to leave you alone. In an easy movement he spun you round, his arms clamping around yours pulling them behind you as he held you in place, your back pressed to his chest as he pressed his lips to your neck. “I know deep down you love me too...” his breath was hot on your neck, voice still eerily calm as his hips pushed forward and you could feel his erection digging into the curve of your spine. “Fuck, this is what you’ve done to me, feel that, Sweetheart? You wrecked me, and now I need you. It’s that simple.” At that he pushed you forward, harshly bending you over his desk, one large hand securing both of yours being your back, your body twisted in a warped recreation of that time he’d used your sweater to restrain you all those months ago. You struggled but he simply twisted your arm further, causing you to cry out in pain and desperation as his other hand roughly hoisted up your night-dress. “You’ll say it eventually.” He stated calmly as you heard that tell-tale rustle of fabric as he pushed down his sweats. “It might take another spell in the basement to make you realise, but you’ll come round.” “It doesn’t work like that.” You sobbed, your voice cracking as his hand let go of your arms and slid up to your neck, reaching round your throat. His fingers curled round your neck as he pulled your head back, his mouth nipping at your neck before he pulled back, his face inches from yours as his icy blues stared locked onto your eyes. They were cold, dangerous and you shook your head, tears pouring down your face.  Your lip trembled as you closer your eyes, taking a deep breath before you opened them again, resigning yourself to the fact that this next line might just seal your fate and wind up with you losing your life. But right now, that would be a blessed way out.  “I can’t love you simply because that’s what you want.” “Oh Sweetheart,” he chuckled, his lips ghosting over yours, “I know that. I know I can’t force you to feel something you don’t, but the only person you’re fooling is yourself. I just want you to admit it.”

“I won’t.” You stuttered, “never, Ransom.”

“Oh, Y/N. Haven’t you learned by now? I always get what I want, including this, you’ll see.” With a harsh thrust forward he pushed inside you, making you scream at the burn thanks to the fact you weren’t ready for him, at all. He gave a groan as he grabbed at your hips, your pelvis jolting painfully into the edge of the hard wooden desk you were bent over. “As my granddad used to quote,” he pulled back before delivering another deep thrust harshly into you, his fingers digging into your flesh as you closed your eyes, scrunching them shut as your cheek rest against the desk, tears leaking from your eyes, “we all become stories in the end.” 

He gave another deep rut forward as he ground into you, his breathing deep.

“Now it’s time to rewrite ours, Princess.”

*****

Epilogue

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