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lnfours · 10 months

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SEQUEL TO HAUNTED W CONRAD! Where she finds out 👀👀

oh fuck. warnings: mentions of death, cancer and mental health

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you hadn't seen conrad at all the rest of the summer. it wasn't like you wanted to necessarily see him, either. what was there left to say anyway?

you had gotten to say bye to jere, steven and belly, but ignored conrad with a cold shoulder. you knew you were wrong, but he had hurt you. you couldn't help it.

this summer, the fishers didn't come to their beach house. steven, belly and laurel weren't there. for once in your entire lifetime, the house sat empty, and it only made your heart hurt more.

the icing on the cake was that your mom had seen a for sale sign in the front yard on her early morning jog that morning. the fishers and the conklins were never coming back, and you didn't know why.

you were laying out by the pool your family had put in over the spring, your phone buzzing on the little table next to you. you picked it up, reading the name at the top of your phone screen.

jeremiah fisher

you swiped it over, pressing the phone to your ear, "hello?"

"hey, y/n," you could hear his polite smile and the sound of wind in the background, "are you in cousins?"

you licked your lips, sitting up, "yeah, why? are you guys finally on your way?"

"no, uhm," jere said, "conrad is missing."

"what do you mean 'missing'?"

you heard belly's voice suddenly on the other end, "look, we checked brown already and his roommate said he talked about going to the beach. cousin's is the only beach conrad would ever go to. i know it's a long short, have you seen him or heard from him?"

you let out a shaky breath, "no, but i can check around the town for you guys, how far away are you?"

"couple hours out, still," jeremiah said, "i'll text you when we're crossing the bridge into town."

you nodded, speaking up when you realized they couldn't see you, "okay, i'll text you with updates."

"thanks a lot, y/n." jere said

"you're the best!" you smiled as belly sighed out of relief. you hung up with your friends, tugging your shorts on and slipping into your flip flops. you left the shorts unbuttoned, letting them sit lowly on your hips and your bikini bottoms sticking out from the top.

you made your way over to the fisher house, spotting conrad's car. you swallowed thickly as you walked up to the front door. you knocked, pulling your fist back as you sighed.

there was no answer.

you made your way through the gate and to the backyard. you looked around, a towel laying down on the grass next to the pool, but no sign of conrad. you thought of the last place he would be, walking over to the side of the house and grabbing jeremiah's surfboard. you made your way down to the beach, tugging your shorts off before you made your way into the ocean. you paddled out on jere's surfboard. you let the waves rock you back and forth as you watched conrad surf, smiling to yourself as he pulled off one of the tricks you had shown him. he looked over at you when you clapped your hands.

"nice job, fisher!"

you swore you almost saw a smile on his face as he paddled over to you. you smiled as he floated on his board next to you.

"hey," he said.

"hi," you said back, his hair wavy from the salt water, "didn't think you guys were coming this summer."

he nodded, sniffling as he looked out at the ocean, "yeah, we're... not really supposed to be here."

you looked at him confused, "what do you mean?"

he sighed, "i've got a lot to catch you up on."

you smiled as you squinted out at the waves, "well, i've got nothing but time. hit me, sea creature."

he laughed softly, remembering the nickname you had called him one drunken summer afternoon when he had seaweed all over him from surfing.

"talk over something to eat? i'm starving." he said. you nodded, following him as you both paddled to shore. you threw on your shorts and carried both of your pairs of flip flops as he carried the boards back. he hung them back up on the side of the house, tossing you a towel from the deck. you thanked him as he wrapped one around himself as well, the two of you heading inside.

it was scarily bare in the normally full of life summer house. there wasn't any food in the fridge or the pantry, there wasn't any of the clutter from siblings leaving their things behind. there wasn't the sound of belly and steven arguing in the living room over the tv, and jeremiah wasn't playing music up in his bedroom.

it was eerie. none of it felt like the home you were used to it being.

"i'm gonna order a pizza," he said, "still like your usual?"

you smiled, "yeah,"

he nodded, pressing the phone to his ear as he ordered. you played with your fingers as you waited for him to hang up.

"so," you broke the silence, "what's up? what is that you have to tell me?"

he let out a sigh, looking down at the floor, "my mom's cancer came back last spring. she died a couple months ago."

your eyes watered as you watched him look back up at you with glossy eyes. he continued, "i found out before everyone else and i couldn't tell anyone. that's why i was so shitty to you last year, i didn't know how to deal with loss when she wasn't even gone yet. i'm so sorry. for hurting you."

you wiped the tears from your eyes, getting up from your seat at the island. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hug. he happily accepted your hug, holding you tight against his body.

"i'm so sorry, connie," you said, "i wish i had known sooner."

he let out a soft chuckle, "i thought you hated me."

you shook your head, brushing his hair from his forehead after you pulled away, "i could never hate you, conrad."

it was silent for a minute, "there's uh... there's more."

you raised an eyebrow, "there's more?"

he nodded, "i also found out that my dad had an affair the same day i found out my mom's cancer came back."

you shook your head, "what a fucking ass."

he nodded, "i know."

you sighed, "anything else happen?"

he let out a chuckle, "found out yesterday the house was going up for sale. apparently, when my mom died, my aunt julia got the house because my mom's half went to her. she wants to sell it and this is the only piece i have left of my mom. the only place that feels like home without her."

you watched as a small tear slipped down his cheek. you frowned, wiping it with the pads of your thumbs.

"c'mere," you said softly, his front breaking down as he nuzzled into your shoulder. you rubbed his back, your other hand playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

"i'm sorry," he mumbled.

"no, you don't have to apologize," you said, "it's okay. you were going through all of this alone. i just wish you would've told me so you didn't have to."

he held you tighter, "i tried, i just couldn't."

you pulled back, lifting his head by his chin for him to look at you. you smiled, wiping more tears from his cheeks, "well, i'm not going anywhere now, okay?"

he nodded, smiling softly into your palm and pressing a gentle kiss on the skin there.

"i love you." he mumbled against your soft skin.

he finally said it back.

"i love you, con."

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kxxkiecxre · 2 months

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・❥・ Trapped Hearts || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker!jk, stalker descriptions.

Part two: a life that’s so carefree

It’s been weeks, months even, since you broke you with him. Yet he still feels so close to you. So personal. It’s haunting the way you can feel his soft touch lingering on your skin as if he’s still around you. Maybe he is? You’ve been suspicious of this for awhile, every time you walk anywhere you feel him around. Or more like someone’s watching you. Every step you take, even in the comfort of your own home.

It’s gotten to a point where you slept with all your windows closed, blinds too. You loved having the window cracked open during the night for fresh air, but ever since you broke up with Jungkook you’ve had this eerie feeling of being watched. Your friends told you multiple times it wouldn’t be surprising if someone did stalk you, just because a lot of the men you were with before would become overly obsessed. You weren’t sure what it was that made them insane when you’d break up with them, but then again, men are truly just creatures of habit. Weak, shy and frail despite their stereotype or image. They’re emotional. Like little puppies who need constant care.

You walked home alone, the night dark and silent as you walked the familiar path towards your apartment complex. Large fluffy trees surrounding you either side of the pathway. The grass around you was wet and freshly cut, providing that that comforting smell. The street lights hued your figure in an orange cast, your features extenuated under the shade of deep amber. You looked behind your shoulder, that unsettling feeling of being watched present once again.

Your hair got caught in your reflective lipgloss, your red manicured fingers brushing them off your face. Your brows furrowed before you quickly turned to face the road ahead of you again. You wore a much simpler outfit tonight, black fishnet tights, studded with little crystals that could never outshine the sparkle In your eyes, your dress was a deep burgundy color, it looked like the velvet dress he bought you. The valley of your breasts lightly covered with the black lace hem. Your body was covered with a black leather bomber jacket, hair flowing effortlessly over your body.

You looked beautiful as always and it made him throw his head softly against the tree. Sighing to himself. Has he gone insane? He’s never been like this over anyone but you. Watching your every move, making sure you’re safe. You’re okay. It was freaky. He was freaky. It wasn’t cute, to be this obsessed with you. He was drooling just at the distant sight of you. God he was pathetic.

When you got within safe distance for him to follow you again, he wasted no time to catch up with you. He was dressed in his washed out baggy jeans, blue hoodie covering his face and posture perfectly. He still kept a good distance away from you. Still, seeing a man walking in dark clothing behind a woman who’s vulnerable, it spooked you. You walked faster, as fast as your legs could take you in your black heels. Out of instinct sharing your location with not only your friend Laura, but with Jungkook too, you knew he’d protect you if it came to it.

You: someone’s following me, a man. Call me in ten minutes. If I don’t answer after the third ring, call the police.

SEEN

Jungkook: got you b

You continue walking as fast as you could, practically breaking your ankles as you ran up the stairs of your porch. You locked the doors behind you, quickly running around the house to close all the blinds. You sat on your bed now, head in your hands. You’re too paranoid. The ringing of your phone is what makes you jump. Jungkook.

You answer the phone, his voice was low like he was whispering, “hello?”

“Hi”

“Are you okay? Did the creep stop following you?” He asks, standing directly across your bedroom window. Leaned up against the far wall, one foot up against it behind him, his hoodie still covering up most of his face as he held the phone to his ear. Eyes never leaving the silhouette of your figure pacing your room behind the blinds.

“Yeah,” you sounded panicked, “I mean I didn’t look back I just went home straight.”

Fuck, he’s such a prick.

She sat across you brows furrowed and eyes concerned, “did you report it to the police?”.

“Come on now Yuna, you know well the police don’t give a shit unless I know who the person is or have evidence.”

She nodded, stirring her cappuccino as you held your own between your palms, “so what are you going to do?”.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, full of anxiety, “I’ll share my location with you and Laura and Jk, at all times.”

He stood leaned up against the black marbled wall holding up the tall building, away from your vision still he could see you perfectly. You were inside your favourite little cafe, with Yuna of course. You talked fast, your eyes skittish as they danced around the room every few seconds, probably spooked from last night. He watched as you raised the white mug to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the foam of your lips.

He watched you with pride, with so much love even though what he was doing right now was far beyond creepy and disgusting.

Yuna decided to walk you back to your workplace, “you need to invest in a car y/n, if worst comes to worst, you can run the creep over.”

“If only I could afford one” you chuckled lightly.

You threw yourself into work immediately upon coming to your cubicle, spending hours calculating numbers and statistics, percentages and such that one major company may need. It was exhausting, but it also stopped your brain from overthinking. Stopped you from thinking about your potential stalker, whoever it may be.

If only you could see him, know who it is. You’d kill him with your bare hands. That’s a lie, but you’d still like to believe you’d fight against the creep. Your manic working was interrupted by your co-worker tapping you on the shoulder,

“I’m sorry, there’s some guy waiting for you outside? More like demanding to speak with you.”

You frowned, a guy? The only guy you know is Jungkook. A bit afraid it might be your stalker waiting for you, to kidnap or maybe even kill you or something.

You turned to your co worker, “tae? Would you mind going down with me?”

Taehyung doesn’t question, he simply nods with sincere eyes.

The walk down to the bottom floor had your stomach doing flips, nerves running rampant as if you were willingly walking into a trap. Your heart settles down a little when you see Jungkook, leaning against a shiny white Mercedes. A new car?

“Kook? What you doing here?” You asked, voice still so sweet and soft.

“I came to bring you your new weapon.”

He holds the keys in the air, your eyes close to popping out of their sockets. You meant well when you told Jungkook you’d remain only friendly with him after the breakup, but this man must not know what friendly is.

“Thought you’d benefit better from it, if worst comes to worst you can run the creep over.”

The sentence he says is exactly, word for word, like Yunas from earlier today. It sends a little shiver down your spine but you ignore it and smile at him, “kook-“

“Shut up and take it Y/N, I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Clearly I must have done something wrong to lose a woman like you..”

“Jungkook, I broke up with you because of personal reasons. Nothing to do with you.” A lie… it was everything to do with him. His mother to be precise.

He was loaded. So were his parents and you were just a middle class girl living in your mums old home working a job that pays well.. at least for interns. Still it didn’t sit right with his mother, she kept accusing you of leeching off of him. Which was now where near the truth.

“I won’t leave until you take the keys Y/N.”

Shaking your head you take the keys, “I’m only borrowing it.”

“Sure” he laughs.

You came home early once again, only this time all the lights are on in your house. What the fuck? With a fastening heart rate you press the accelerator down, going thrice the speed limit but you couldn’t care. Not when you were two seconds away from breaking down. Doing a loop around your village you finally end up at your destination.

You knock wildly on the door, tears forming in your eyes, the door doesn’t open. No one answers, he must be asleep. The rain starts lashing, soaking the cotton dress on you printed with little lilacs. Your hair drenched in the rain. You pull the top of the vase of the little flower off, finding the key to his fancy apartment. You waste no time entering his home without his permission. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind anyway.

The place is dark, not a single light on. You turned the hallway lights on, “Jungkook? It’s me Y/N”.

You run around the apartment, turning on every light on your way. Nothing. Finally, you enter his room. You turn the light on, nobody’s there once again. You take a look at the room, it was messy, some type of pictures laying scattered all over the floor. You bend down, sniffling they’re just selfies of him. You smiled softly at the picture of him with his head against a tree in the dark of night “weirdo”.

You sniffled again, you’re definitely getting sick. You raised yourself back onto your feet. Walking around his room and cleaning up the scattered papers and pictures until you find his opened laptop. Your breath hitches, eyes widening and jaw slacking as you scroll through the pictures. It was you. The pictures of all the times you felt you were being watched, you in front of your mirror in your room, you walking through the little park on the night you texted him about someone following you. You were looking behind your shoulder. You in the cafe. You in your work place. You, you, you. Every picture was you. As you closed the tab, his wallpaper was you in the pub dancing. That same night he was following you through the park.

You felt sick the more you looked through his stuff. The selfies, they were all of him taking pictures of himself outside of the places you were. What the fuck. You were going to get sick, holy shit. You rushed out of his apartment, dizzy and nauseated. Holy fuck.

As you run down the stairs he walks up around the corner, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You got stuck, you mumbled something incoherent before you finally spat it out, “I was just gonna come up but nobody was answering the door.”

“Sorry I was out with Jin, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I have to go though, Yuna got drunk again so I have to pick her up.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay… stay safe? Call me when you’re home.”

“Yeah absolutely.” You smile quickly at him before you rushed back to the car.

The car he gave you … incase of the creep. The more you struggled to breathe the more you became nauseated. Quickly, you pulled out of his driveway. Heading straight back to your place.

The first thing you do after locking your door was throwing up in your toilet. Your breathing was harsh as you slid down the wall of your bathroom. He was right there, all along. He was the one who was your stalker. Right under your nose. It made you feel another wave of nausea. Trying your hardest to not breakdown.

Why would he do that though? Why would he make you so scared, so anxious about going out living your day to day life became a nightmare. Because of him. Fucking hell.

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress. Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

“Baby, cmon, let me in.” He called out in his innocent voice.

“It’s not at all what it looks like, I promise.”

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now?

A/N: hope yall enjoyed this little Drabble :).

I DO NOT ALLOW ANY TRANSLATION OR COPYING OF MY WORK.

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fairykazu · 4 months

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my doors always open ft. dan heng⋆˚☆˖°

cw: pinning, best friends

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although it is late at night, dan heng is aware of your antics of accidentally scaring yourself at night, scrolling through your apps at night, and then crawling into someone else’s room out of shame.

usually that someone is him.

it’s around the time you scrolled on tiktok for way too long, you knocked on his door like a stray cat begging for food, “dan heng?”

dan heng was already up, waiting for you, or studying the archives and updating the contents. “come in, name. you know that my door is always open for you.”

the door slid open as you trudged in with your blankets dragging on the floor. he adjusted his glasses as he asked, “what kind of video were you watching this time?”

flopping onto his bed, dragging your blankets with you. “some guy owning haunted dolls and he was speaking to them.” you said with a shiver. dan heng hid a laugh,

“fun?” he noticed from the corner of his eye, your face changed before replying,

“terrifying! i dont understand how stelle was able to handle them.”

dan heng rolled his eyes, rolling back his chair towards the bed, “im pretty sure they’re different creatures. one being a mythical being and the other possibly faked.”

you rolled yourself into a ball, “still scary either way!”

“okay, sure.” dan heng rolled back to his desk, placing his red glasses down. “show me the video. now i want to see how scary this being is.”

“but i dont wanna see it again!” despite your words, you opened the app again, favorited in the collection called “show dan heng.” though he wouldnt able ever see the name of the collection, he does feel special that you exclusively show him.

he walked to his bed, tucking you in with your and his own blankets just before sitting on the edge. the video was someone adopting a shipped order of dolls from one of his fans, saying that the fan didnt want the dolls anymore.

“the dolls seem not haunted but spirits are tethered to the doll.”

“so?”

“it was not their choice staying there. does that make you feel better?”

“not really, now i feel bad for them. also a little still scared of the dolls they live in.”

“that’s fair. now do you want to watch your favorite sitcom to get over it or sleep right now?”

“…hmmm.” you hummed, deciding a choice even though the both of you went through this routine before. “i choose-”

“let’s sleep. we can watch your favorite show tomorrow.”

“promise? you said that yesterday and we didnt get to watch it today.”

“yes, i promise.” dan heng said with a quiet snort. you nodded just before you drifted off to sleep.

bonus:

dan heng sneaked onto your phone just to watch the videos himself, laughing a little out of giddiness from seeing that he had a collection just for him.

clicking through the videos, he watched about ten of them, mumbling and taking notes.

“huh, seems kind of scary. i need someone to make a debunking channel.”

in the morning, dan heng kept his promise to watch the show with you as long you see this new and viral account on tiktok, it being a debunking story for videos you just saw.

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raining-dreams · 7 months

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Best Underrated Shows

Saving Me

Saving Me is about a lonely old guy who invents a time machine so he can go back to his child self and fix all his past mistakes. I learned about this show from this video titled Watch THIS instead of Hailey's On It by M!n!mal M!ss Art. Despite this video, I was still very excited to watch Hailey's On It. It seemed like a story with a cool premise and cute art style (and ultimately I do really like the show) But Hailey's On It wasn't gonna be out for weeks when I came across this video and this video really sold me on giving Saving Me a try. I never would have even heard of this show without that youtube video which would have been a real shame because Saving Me is fantastic! I hope this show reaches more people and I'm dying for a season 3!!!!!

House of Anubis

Mystery is my favorite genre and House of Anubis is chuck full of it. I used to be obsessed with this show back in high school. I had so much fun coming up with theories and live-blogging my thoughts and opinions about each new episode. Some of the acting & dialogue could be a little cringe sometimes but the story is just so good that it doesn't matter. I've heard that Het Huis Anubis (the Dutch version of the show that House of Anubis is based on) is even better, though I haven't gotten around to watching it yet.

Over the Garden Wall

Those of us who have seen Over the Garden Wall seem to agree that this show is amazing! Which makes it feel a little weird to call it underrated. But it seems like so few people have actually seen it. Maybe because it was a mini series, it couldn't reach the same level of popularity as other shows of similar quality. If you like Gravity Falls, you'll likely enjoy Over the Garden Wall as well. (Wirt is even voiced by the same guy who voiced Dipper!) I would highly recommend anyone that hasn't seen it already.

Dead End: Paranormal Park

I feel like it's pretty rare for animated series to exist in the horror genre for some reason. It truly is an untapped market. But if you love horror and animation, Dead End is the show for you! (Of course it's kid friendly horror since the target audience is children) The two main characters, Barney and Norma get jobs at a haunted park and work together to fight ghosts and demons. Dead End has a super cute animation style, in my opinion, and a very diverse set of characters. I encourage everyone to watch it!

Just Add Magic

Just Add Magic is based on a children's book by the same name. It's a show about three girls who love to cook and basically discover that they can use cooking to do magic. It's a pretty interesting take on how magic works in their universe. It's very fun to watch. All of the actors are also so talented! And one of those actors is Zach Callison (the voice of Steven Universe)!

The friendship between the trio is awe-inspiring! They have so much chemistry. It's a pretty fun watch.

The Last Kids On Earth

Based on a comic of the same name, this show is about a group of kids who have to survive on their own when a zombie apocalypse breaks out. And other various creatures start to threaten them (or even become their allies) It's basically a cute found family story. The premise is pretty simplistic but that's what I love about it. The animation style of The Last Kids On Earth is so beautiful as well!

I'm still waiting for a season 3!!!!!

Code Lyoko

I remember as a kid being aware of this show and thinking it looked kind of interesting (and I always loved the theme song!!) but I never ended up watching it back then because I let peer pressure get the better of me. I remember I met someone who brought up how much they loved the show. When I heard them express that interest, I was at first excited to ask them more but before I had the chance, everyone else started making fun of him for liking Code Lyoko.

I guess it was like the nerd show or something? I don't really know why it was considered cringe to like Code Lyoko but upon seeing my peers act this way, I decided I can't like Code Lyoko if I want to fit in. So, I avoided watching it. But earlier this year, when I was flipping through channels, they were showing old episodes of Code Lyoko! I was intrigued since I remembered it from childhood and thought I'd actually give it a chance this time. And it's actually a pretty good show! It can be slow at times but overall I enjoy it.

If you're like me and avoided watching this back then due to peer pressure, I highly recommend leaving that in the past and just letting yourself enjoy this show!!

Slugterra

Slugterra is honestly pretty similar to Pokemon, except it's slugs! And the entire series takes place underground. Basically, there's a whole underground world called Slugterra, home to slugs, trolls, moles, etc. And all the slugs have cool powers so the people collect & befriend slugs so they can use them as weapons ("slugslinging"). If you like Pokemon, you're sure to like Slugterra!

Detentionaire

I discovered Detentionaire randomly while I was searching through Amazon's library of cartoons. I was looking for a new show to watch and just stumbled upon this one. It looked pretty interesting and I was surprised to see it was a show from 2011. I don't know how I missed this show back then. Idk if maybe it only aired in Canada or something? (cuz it's a Canadian show) But anyways, Detentionaire is such an intriguing show where the main character, Lee, discovers some grand conspiracy and has to try to expose it to prove his innocence so he can get out of detention. It's such an interesting concept. And, as I mentioned earlier, mystery is my favor genre, so I had a lot of fun with this one.

The only problem though is, of course, it ends on a cliffhanger. The show got canceled before they had the chance to conclude the story in a satisfying way (or any type of way) so watch at your own risk.

Catscratch

I honestly don't even remember what this show was about but I do remember enjoying this show and being excited when I saw a new episode was out. I remember thinking it was so funny. I just don't think enough people know about this show.

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constesplanetarium · 7 months

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꧁•⊹٭𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.٭⊹•꧂

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Ghosts/Spirit Harem x GN! AFAB! Reader (Part 1)

UPDATE!

Darkness rating ) 6/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), also light mentions of sex.

There’s also light possession, so I want to add Dub-con (dubious consent) into the list.

Word count: Around 6k. Sorry that it’s so long lolz, don’t worry, the next part will be shorter :)

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The giant doors to the dark, cold mansion slowly and loudly creak open, the moonlight from outside pouring into the empty entrance hall. Not a soul in sight, as always. A couple shivers spread throughout your body, and with a huff, you point your flashlight all around the room, seeing every single cobweb, and the giant chandelier hanging above your head. Two statues line the beginning on the railing of the stairs in the center of the hall, both of them looking like two sorts of creatures. You can’t really tell what it is. Odd.

Ah, should you wear a mask? This house is old after all, so much dirt and debris could be inhaled here.

You find yourself mindlessly wandering the hall, thinking about every rumor that has been passed around in your town.

The haunted mansion on the hill. That’s what some people called it. Most had other creative names such as “that hellhole” or “that creepy ass house”, one time you even heard that this place was “The devil’s funhouse”. Every rumor you had heard involved people disappearing, or even dying in this mansion.

How creative. What’s next, is the boogeyman going to come after you?

You point your flashlight to the stars leading up to the second floor, and you marvel at how the wood doesn’t seem like it’s rotting at all. It looks so pristine, like it was just cleaned. Do people come here often after all? A couple stomps on the first step beneath you also don’t break or seem like it’s rotting either.

Maybe there is something odd about this house. It’s hundreds of years old, and it looks so nice, yet no one’s been in here for centuries. And even after that, this place looks decently clean, besides the couple cobwebs. The townsfolk were planning on demolishing it a bit ago, but had stopped after some “disturbances on the property” had occurred, and this place was blocked to the public. In fact, the way you had to climb that big ass gate just to get here was appalling. If nothing else, you’re leaving with something from here. Maybe as a souvenir, maybe to sell, it doesn’t matter.

With a small shuffle of your shoulders, you swing your backpack down onto the grou-

Your whole body jumps, causing you to yelp as you turn to the source of the sound behind you. What was that? That loud bang? You see the door that you had just opened shut without warning, the hall enveloped in mostly darkness again, the only light being from your flashlight, and the moonlight that’s creeping through the windows. You scramble your stuff back onto your back, pulling the dusty handle.

It’s stuck. It’s stuck. It’s stuck.

You feel a flash of anger and pound your fist on the door. Whoever the fuck this is from town, it’s not funny! What the fuck?! Ugh, it’s probably one of the guys that told you to go here, maybe it was fucking Jacob or something. Your grumble curses to yourself quietly and slip off your backpack off again, rummaging through it just to pull out a pocket knife. At least you have a form of defense. You heave your backpack on your back and wave your flashlight in several directions, attempting to scare off whatever's there. If something even is there.

The wood under you creaks after every couple steps you climb on the stairs, and you decide to take a left on the branching part of the stairs. You anxiously take a glance behind you after getting to the top, and expectedly, you see nothing. With a small sigh, you walk through the rest of the hall, and decide to stop at a door on the right. The clean doorknob surprises you, and yet again, it’s a bit more proof that someone might live here.

Hah. Ghosts my ass. Are you kidding me? Maybe you’ll file a police report after all of this. You turn the knob and creak open the door, ever so slightly. Pointing the flashlight into the room, you’re suddenly met with a very comfortable-looking room. You can see yourself in the giant body mirror, and the bed looks... Uhm.

Is that a lump? Is it moving?

Your eyes go wide, and you stare in horror as whatever is under the blankets suddenly rises up and pulls the covers off themselves. You don’t even wait around to see who it is, as you shut the door and bound back down the stairs, stopping at the main doors as you desperately pull on the handles.

It doesn’t budge, of course.

Ah fuck, why even bother?! You turn and make a quick right, down another hall. But right after you make the turn, you catch a dark, tall figure staring down at you. Unmoving. Just staring.

Fuck no.

The hard, tile floor under you echoes loudly after each step as you bound down the hall, your steps finally silencing as you run on the carpet into what seems to be a sort of study. You would admire how big and spacious this is for a study, and you can see just how many books are on the shelves, but you don’t have time for that. You slide yourself under a small table, and shut off your flashlight.

Now you just wait.

Unfortunately, you don’t have to wait long, as whoever was there steps into the study, and seems to take a glance around. Their heavy breathing seems to echo around as their steps get closer and closer to your hiding spot. You hold your breath and almost decide to start praying to whatever god exists right then and there, but your muscles relax as the figure starts to walk away, with a small hum of an old tune you don’t know.

You wait about a minute to make sure they don’t come back, and you shuffle out your hiding spot, fidgeting with the pocket knife in your hands with a small, shaky exhale. Holy shit, you gotta get out of this house.

But how? Through a window? No, the noise of the shattering would draw the person over, and there’s the risk of broken glass shards in your skin. There could be a courtyard in the back, where you could leave that way. But wouldn’t there be a fence surrounding it? Or maybe some hedges? Hmm.

Your phone doesn’t have any service here either, it was like that as soon as you stepped onto the grounds of the mansion, damn it.

Might as well give the courtyard idea a shot. With a couple taps on your hand, you switch your flashlight back on and take in your surroundings. Okay, to the courtyard would be through the main hall, and… Fuck. How would you get there? You grumble annoyingly and peer into the hallway, making sure the figure is completely gone, before making your way back into the main hall.

Just as eerie as it was before, ugh. You stand there for a moment, swiveling your flashlight around until you find that hallway. Taking a couple of steps over-

A loud bang makes you instinctively turn your head, and you’re met with a creature beyond comprehension. So ugly, so grotesque, so…

You scream and try to turn to run away, but you’re forcefully knocked off your feet. You look up fearfully at the creature. But, it’s gone.

A man has taken its place instead.

A man dressed in some fancy, old suit laughs over you, clutching his stomach as he laughs so hard, his heart might just come out. His glasses are a bit crooked on his face, and you can see a couple rings on his left hand. His dark, dirty blonde hair is messy and certain strands are falling over onto his face. But the most interesting thing is that he’s semi-transparent. You can see right through him, just like a glass, or a fish tank. “Ahem, I… I apologize.” He clears his throat and bends down, gazing at you in wonder. “A human? Ah, now what’s a human doing here in the mansion walls? Are you lost, moonshine?”

Oh. Oh my.

Wow, what a nice voice he has. You find yourself nervously fidgeting with your clothes and flashlight as you stare up at him with no words.

“Ah, are you scared?” He frowns and bends down, offering his hand out to you. “Please don’t be scared, moonshine. I just like to joke around quite often.”

That was joking around? That… Thing?

But the way he’s looking down at you… He probably doesn’t mean any harm, right? And he isn’t trying to kill you now, so…

You take his hand instinctively, but it just phases through. Oh right, ghost. You look up at him and frown as he has a stupid smile on his face, giggling. “My apologies.” You get back up on your feet and brush yourself off, that fall did kind of hurt. You wouldn’t be surprised if you wake up with a couple bruises.

“Now, back to my last question, what’re you doing here, hmm?” He tilts his head from side to side and looks at you, humming as he does so. “I won’t chastise you for anything, I’m just curious.”

You stammer out some excuse. It’s best not to tell him you went out here on some ghost story rumor.

But you never expected to find an actual ghost here.

“Ah, a little visitor?” The man cheers and swirls around you, jokingly thrusting his arm through your chest. “Now, what do you plan to do while you’re here, hmm? Perhaps a house tour?” He giggles and flexes his hand through you as a shiver spreads itself through your body, and you move out of his way quickly. “Ah, it’s been so, so long! How many years has it been, hmm? Ah,” He snaps his fingers together. “Alexander must know the answer. I must ask him later, huh…” It’s already difficult to keep up with this… Whatever he is. “I know it’s been more than 200, hmmmmm…” He drones out his question as he floats all around you, dragging his hands and fingers across your body. It’s a bit uncomfortable. “Well, no matter, ahem.” With a snap in your face, you flinch and look up at him in front of you. “Welcome!”

Eugh. He already gives you the heebie-jeebies. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the hallway leading to the courtyard. It’s right there… “I understand that this place isn’t too… Pristine. But I can turn on the lights for you if you’d like?” He flicks over to a candle, and it suddenly lights. With a small point to the chandelier, the dark hall is suddenly lit up with a soft, amber glow. “We don’t have… Electrical lights here in the main parts of the building, such as the hallways, per say, but we have some lamps here and there. Mostly in our rooms. We also have a oven and fridge that work quite fine.” He chuckles and you can’t help but tune out some of his words. He talks so much, the hell… “We stole both the fridge and oven. Isn’t that funny? Ah, Dalton almost broke the oven that one time, I remember he…” You subconsciously tune out his voice in favor of the hallway, it’s right there.

Freedom. Right there, huh?

“Now, what’re you looking at, hmm?” Cold hands suddenly grasp your head and force you to turn back to him, and he leans in close. How the fuck can a ghost grab you? “I would prefer you to only look at me, now. Aren’t I the star of the show at this moment, darling?” He cooes quietly in your ear and you let out a shaky exhale. Man, he can sweet talk, but in this scenario, it’s a bit more frightening than enthralling. “I’m not your everyday, ordinary ghost that you hear in those little children's tales. I do hope you understand that.” Yeah, he isn’t as nice as you thought, I guess. Luckily, he lets go pretty quick and looks in the direction of your gaze. “Ah, down there? Would you like to explore more?” It looks like your input isn't even needed, as he grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers with his. He’s just cold. Cold all over. He tugs you lightly and leads you down the hallway, and you slip your flashlight into a little water bottle section of your backpack.

“This hallway can lead to the kitchen, a bathroom, the first floor of the library, the courtyard…” He hums as he shows you around. Every couple of steps, the candles in the hallway seem to light on their own, lighting up a path for the both of you to take. You even get a good glimpse of the paintings on the walls, some of them just being flowers and fruit, and some of them being people. You even see your little tour guide on the wall, smiling at you eagerly. The other people are the other inhabitants of the mansion, you presume.

… Now why do you feel like there's more than one pair of eyes on you?

“I never told you my name, did I?” He tugs you over as you both make a small right, stopping at two large doors, decorated with gold engravings. “It’s Oliver, or you can give me a cute little nickname.” He pulls the right door open with his other hand, and chuckles to himself. “How about Olive? Maybe Ollie? Or maybe it can be something like darling, dearest, maybe sweetheart?” He tugs you inside the open door, and lets go of your hand to shut the door behind you two. “I would prefer the latter three, just so you know.” Not even 5 seconds passes by, but he’s grabbed onto your hand again and is tugging you into the dark room. “Ah, I forgot, welcome to the library.” As soon as he says that, the big chandelier above lights to reveal probably the biggest library you’ve ever seen. You didn’t even know it was possible to have this many books in one place. There’s a small pathway with a long rug, leading to a sort of gothic, spiraling staircase.

“Hmm, he should be here, he’s been reading more recently…” He mutters and leads both of you up the staircase. “Ah, you probably don’t know who I’m talking about. I’m looking for our ‘leader’, I guess you could call him that. He just keeps Alex and Dalton in order most of the time, since they’re always fighting.” With a small chuckle, you both are suddenly at the top of the staircase, and you’re met with an elegant little study in the middle of the room, showcasing a couple of sofas with a small wooden table in the middle.

Oliver leads you to the study, taking a small glance around and he scoffs. “He isn’t here, huh…” He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, as he takes a seat on the sofa and pats the spot next to him. “Come here, sit! You’re probably exhausted from running around this whole time.” You set your backpack down on the floor with a thud, leaning back and finally getting a chance to relax. “We’ll just stay here for a while longer.” Oliver slips off his glasses, and suddenly pulls a small piece of cloth out of thin air, wiping them down as he hums the same tune you don’t recognize. Well, it does sound a bit familiar, but what is he humming, anyway?

“Clair de Lune, I’m sure you’ve heard of it?” Indeed you have. So that's what it was. “Austin happened to be playing it on the piano when I was passing by, and it’s gotten stuck in my head.” He sticks his glasses back on and leans back on the cushion, looking over at you. “Do you like classical music? I’m fond of it, personally.”

You just shrug your shoulders and give him an awkward smile. You don’t have any strong feelings about it, really.

He laughs quietly at your response, and shuffles closer to you. “Are you scared?” He scratches at your thigh jokingly and grins. “Does the mansion frighten you? Oooh….” He shakes his hand around jokingly, making you break out into a small smile. What an idiot.

Oliver looks relieved that you’re smiling. “Don’t let the whole creepiness of the mansion bother you, darling. It’s not so bad. I mean, hey, I’m pretty nice, huh?” Well, he IS the only one you’ve met so far…

You find yourself conflicted. You really want to leave as quick as you can but…

How are the other inhabitants of the house? How do they act? Are they as nice as Oliver, or more sadistic and condescending?

“I can’t say the others are too nice.” Well that answers your question right there. Though, it’s always important to have an unbiased party, like yourself. He sighs and pushes himself up against you. You didn't even know he had scooted that close until you felt his cold thigh against yours. Is he even cold through clothes? “Alexander's more annoying, Dalton is rude, and Edmund… Well, I guess he can just get carried away with hospitality. He won’t even give you room to breathe. I’m a bit better in that department.” He chuckles it off and looks down at you. “It would be best to just stick with me, alright?”

Well, it’s not like you can really rely on anyone else except him right now. You nod, but take quick notice the way his smile twitches at it’s corners. “If you see one of the others, just go and hide for a while. I’ll come find you.”

You tilt your head and voice your concerns about his suggestion. I mean, if he’s so nice, what’s stopping the others from helping you as well?

“It’s just… They might get a little ‘overprotective’ with you. We haven’t had a visitor for so long, you know?” He fidgets with the rings on his left hand as he speaks. “Usually people only get to the gates outside the grounds before they’re driven away by the other spirits living here, but I’m not sure how you got a pass in…” He grins and caresses your head, playing with your hair as he whispers into your ear, “Did you sell your soul now? Ah, but there’s a heart there still beating.” He places his hand over your heart, and all of a sudden you can feel and hear your heart pounding right in your head. You wince at the feeling, what the hell? “You’re shaking. Are you scared, darling?” Oliver cups your cheek, placing a kiss on the corner of your eye as you blink away a tear forming. It’s so uncomfortable.

You try to push him away from his chest, but your hand phases through as he laughs at you. “Ghost, remember? Well, maybe not a ghost, but similar.” His hand rubs your thigh, and you try to laugh alongside him. “I can touch you, but you can’t touch me. Funny, right? It works the other way around, too.” Your body feels weird, but it’s not bad.

Why did his kiss feel so good? Warmth spreads throughout your body as you look up at him, suddenly desperate for that comforting feeling again. You reach up for his neck, using your hand to push him closer to you. His body feels warm now. What did he do? What the hell was that? His arm sets itself around your waist as he pushes you closer to him, and he grins. “Why’re you so frightened? It’s just me.” His sweet talk sounds so nice now. Oliver. Oliver. Oliver. Oliver.

… What were you thinking about again? Wasn’t it Oliver? It was, wasn’t it? Your heartbeat is still pounding in your head, but do you even care? You don’t, don’t you? Does Oliver care either? His heavy breathing fills your head, almost distracting you from your jumbled thoughts, and you can barely hear what he’s saying. It’s becoming muffled. Something about you being pretty?

“All mine, right?” You tilt your head into his hand, snuggling into his palm as you stare at him in confusion. He sets a small kiss on your forehead and laughs. He’s so handsome. “It’s nothing, never mind.” He leans down and whispers against your lips quickly, “It’s nothing at all.” and then he presses his lips against yours. Ah, they’re so warm. You clutch at his hair as you both deepen the kiss, and you start to hear him moan softly on your mouth.

“Thank the lord I got to you first, you’re all mine.” His breathing is shaky and frantic as you both go back in to kiss each other. You can feel his hands snake down to your hips, then under your pants as he starts to fidget with your panties. No way, it already feels this fucking good, imagine him rubbing your-

All of a sudden, the candles start to flicker in and out, distracting you from the kiss. Oliver looks just as surprised, and then he clicks his tongue and backs away, that warm feeling vanishing from you in almost an instant.

What the hell just happened again? You both were talking about the other people in the house, and then…

That’s it? You could swear there's a small gap in your memory or something…

Eh. Whatever.

Oliver sighs and gets up, brushing himself off. “Dalton's probably throwing a tantrum, or maybe it’s a couple of the servant spirits fighting. The candle’s don’t usually flicker like that unless something else is overpowering the magic.” He scoffs, and looks down at you lovingly. “Stay here in the library, okay? I’ll be back in a bit. Stay on the second level.” He pats your head, and in the blink of an eye, he vanishes through the floor, leaving you alone.

Finally getting out of here sounds like a good idea, fantastic even. You snatch up your bag by the straps and are about to turn, but you feel someone else watching you. Is it the same eyes as before?

… No. It’s someone different. Who could it be? Is it out of malice? You swivel yourself around to get a better look around the place, but you don’t see anyone. Maybe they’re hiding? You frown and take the pocket knife out of your pocket, starting to walk in between bookshelves to find that mysterious person.

The books seem to be dust-free as you drag your fingers across them. Some of the books happen to catch your eye, since they’re in a completely different language altogether, and you know damn well it’s not english. Or any human language for that matter. Maybe you can snatch one up and take it once you leave? It could sell for some good cash. Slipping the book out of it’s place, you analyze both the cover and it’s back, realizing slowly that there's no publisher or author at all. Huh.

You look up from the book to keep looking around, but your eyes meet with someone hiding behind a shelf, peering at you curiously. Well damn, that was fast. You’re already running into Oliver’s roomies. Now, who is this?

Hmm. That doesn’t look like a “Dalton”, maybe Edmund?

… Ah, no, he didn’t like that one. So he must be Alexander.

“You’re the visitor, aren’t you?” The man shuffles uncomfortably behind the bookshelf, and it doesn't take you long to notice his odd attire compared to Olivers. It looks like he’s wearing a sort of black shirt with some ribbons and frills, with a couple buttons unbuttoned at the top, exposing his chest. At the same time, you also take notice of the stuffed animal he’s holding, and raise a brow. It’s a big, fat chibi-like rabbit, with huge floppy ears, with several different colors of patching, ranging from a dark purple to a light green. His black hair covers his right eye a bit, and is sticking out in certain places.

You nod slowly, and he steps out the bookshe- Wow, he is pretty damn tall and muscular. He towers over you, but bends down a little to get a better look at you, and vice versa. His eyes are a light blue, mixed with a sort of light purple, and his lips part a bit in wonder. “A new visitor, it’s been so long…” He whispers and his face breaks into a big smile. “Do you hear that, Pochi? A new visitor. Say hi.” He brings the stuffed rabbit up to your face, and you giggle at his little gesture. Pochi’s so cute, with its little tongue sticking out. “Oh, Pochi, be nice.” He grumbles and pounds the stuffed animal on the head.

Oh. Did it just move? You shudder at the thought of a rabid stuffed animal chasing you around, but return his smile once you see that it’s returned.

“Uhm, so, what’re you still doing here? In the library, I mean.” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “You’ve been here for, uhm…” He reaches up and fidgets with some locks of his air, still holding Pochi in his left arm. “Did you happen to be here with Oliver?” You nod, and watch his mouth shift into a frown. “He didn’t make any sort of advances on you, did he?”

Uh.

Should you lie?

Alex sees your hesitation, and takes that as a yes. His brows furrow and he clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Ugh, he’s so pushy. If you my want advice, stay away from him. And stay away from Dalton too.” As soon as Dalton's name leaves his mouth, he scowls and hugs Pochi tighter to his chest. If Pochi really is alive, I don’t think Pochi would feel very comfortable right now. “Dalton would just toy with you, and then possibly pull your hair out while he’s at it. He’s no good.” So this is why Alex and Dalton fight often, there's clear dislike here.

If he doesn’t like Oliver or Dalton, how is Edmund?

“Oh, Edmund? Uhm,” The candle’s amber lights flicker again, and he sighs. “He’s okay, I guess. He’s too… Flattering with guests, but he's better than the other two.”

You purse your lips, and he suddenly looks away, bashful. “Uhm.” So does everyone just hate everyone else here? How has this mansion been standing for so long? You sigh and start to walk past him, feeling the chill of his body as you pass by. “Wait, where are you going?” He murmurs and starts to float beside you, still clutching onto Pochi.

You don’t even know yourself, but anywhere but here.

“Oliver told you to stay here, didn’t he? Is that why you’re leaving? You don’t want to see him?” It’s the partial truth, but that's enough. You nod and start to make a break toward the stairs, but he grabs your arm. He’s really cold too. “Wait, ah…” Alex tugs you closer to him, pressing you against both Pochi and himself. Yeesh. It's so chilly. "Come to the sewing room. It, uh, happens to be close to mine, and no one goes there except for me. You won’t find Edmund, but you can relax and just pass the time there until he’s available. He’s probably with Oliver solving the magic issue.”

Ugh, who the hell can you trust in this house? But it’s not like you’re going to get far running away from him, maybe he’ll send Pochi after you if it’s really alive. You agree, and watch a small smile form on his features. “Good, that's good. Come with me.” With a light tug of your arm, he leads you out of the library, peering into the hallway to make sure no one else is passing by. “It’s not a long walk, we’ll be fine.”

“What do I think is going on?” Alex fidgets with Pochi’s arm as he speaks. “It’s probably a couple of the servant spirits. Oh, you don’t even know what they are.” He laughs a little and points to the left, signaling you to keep walking in that direction. The candles keep flickering as you two pass by. “They’re a sort of lesser being than us, but they still have their own thoughts and feelings. One of them isn’t enough to overpower the magic here, but if a large group of them start fighting, it does make things flicker here and there.” he says. “They’ve been having arguments too, recently. Would you like to hear the reason why?” He has your attention. Now, what’s the reason?

“A group of them were cleaning Edmund’s study, and some of them had spilled ink on some of his manuscriptures. They’re all really devoted to their work, you see. Any mistake that they make is punishable to the highest degr-” He suddenly stops in his tracks, and puts a finger to his lips. “Do you hear that?” He smiles, and suddenly there's a loud bang that echoes throughout the hall, along with some yelling and mystical laughter. The laughter doesn’t sound like Oliver. “Those are the spirits laughing. I guess this fight wasn’t too serious.”

He stops in front of two double doors, but instead of the gold engravings that the library had, the wood is black with a large engraving of some creature you can’t comprehend. He holds his hand out to the knob, a small click signaling to him that the doors open, and he twists the handle. “This is, er, my personal work room. Though, I don’t have anything out at the moment…” He pushes the door open, and a large chandelier lights, showcasing the ballroom-like room to you. There’s a large row of mannequins on the left side of the room, and papers scattered all over. A nice patchwork sofa stands on the right side of the room, alongside a side chair covered in the same patchwork. “Oh no…” He whispers and lets go of your arm, rushing over to clean up every paper. You flinch as the door loudly shuts behind you by itself, but you don’t hear the lock click. A good mental note.

“I’m sorry, I forgot I, uh, hadn’t cleaned up from last night.” Just a single look at papers lets you know that he was designing outfits for Pochi to wear. The sketches look similar to how his current outfit looks, with the same black frills snd everything. Ah, did he want him and Pochi to match?

How cute.

“Sorry, it’s just something I’ve been working on to pass the time. One can only play piano and bake for so long.” Alex throws the papers onto a random desk, and he awkwardly smiles. “Come, sit.” He sets Pochi aside on the chair, and takes a seat on the sofa, patting the spot next to him. God, it’s like Pochi is staring into your soul. “Pochi never likes wearing clothes. He always tears it off, so I’m trying to design something comfortable for him.” He fidgets with the frills on his sleeves as you take a seat, and takes a glance at Pochi, before returning his gaze back to you.

So Pochi is alive? Good to know.

Ah, wait a minute, does he design human clothes? Or just for stuffed animals? Well, he does have mannequins, but they’re all naked. Maybe he was planning to design something?

“Oh, well, yes I do, but I haven’t had a model recently.” He frowns. “I used to design clothes for Edmund, but only twice.” He stops and gazes at you, opening his mouth to say something, but he closes it, disregarding the thought. But he still doesn’t break his gaze.

Was he going to ask you to be his model?

“Uhm, no, it’s nothing. It’s just that you would make a good model…” His voice loses its touch as he goes on, and he starts to blabber out endlessly. You can’t even get a word in. “You’re very pretty. I like your hair, your eyes, your skin. I could dress you up forever in outfits and you would look just as beautiful as the last, uhm,” Oh god, what the hell? His eyes pierce into you, and you can’t help but notice the little fidgeting habit he has once he starts to ramble. “You have very nice teeth and lips, I love to see you when you smile.” You look away from him, not sure whether or not to feel flustered or scared. He might mean well by it, but does he have to word it like that? You jump once you feel his cold fingers graze your collarbone, and you glance back at him to find him much, much closer than you would’ve preferred.

But to be completely honest with yourself, you don’t mind. You didn’t really mind Oliver either. They’re both, admittedly, really, really handsome.

Ugh, get your head out of the gutter.

His lips part as he climbs on top of you, breathing hard. You stumble back on the couch, feeling your pocket knife fall out of your pocket, as you gaze up at him. “I love your beating heart, right here.” Wait, wait. Your hearts pounding all in your head. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Why does this feel so familiar? Has this happened before?

“You would make a good doll for me.” He whispers lovingly in your ear, sugaring his words just enough to make you melt. It’s hard to hold back. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” It sounds so nice. You could get drunk off of this feeling.

His lips brush against yours as he pants, kissing you gently as you lock your legs around him. “Oh, sweetheart…” He groans, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire as he nibbles desperately at your bottom lip. Your hand reaches up to the nape of his neck, and his to your hip. You can feel his warm tongue against yours, and you roll your eyes up in pleasure.

Why were you ever thinking about leaving? Of course you could be his model. It’s not like you have anything outside this mansion anyway waiting for you. Alex's here for you. That’s all you really need after all.

… Something in your head is telling you to stop, but should you? Ah. Wait.

You break the kiss with him, panting heavily as he looks down at you in confusion. “What? What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asks, his confusion turning into concern. You shake your head and get up, brushing yourself off. Oh jeez. What was that fuzzy feeling in your head just now?

Was he kissing you? You reach a hand up to your lips and feel your cheeks get hot. You glare down at him on the couch and scowl. Are you kidding me?

Alex looks away with a small chuckle, and you can feel your anger bubbling. “Partial possession,” He starts, “If you really didn’t want to kiss me, your mind would’ve taken control over your body and broken the connection.”

What?

He looks up at you with an odd grin, and he exclaims out in joy. “S-So you see? You truly want me, don’t you?!” His hands are trembling in excitement as he talks to you, laughing insanely at his own delusion. “You do, right, visitor?!”

Is it a delusion? Even if his words are true, he… Ugh!

“Ah, wait!” He yells as you quickly bound out the room, but taking a swift glance back, you notice that he’s not making an effort to stop you. The last glimpse you get of Alex is him peering out from the sewing room, the same way he was gazing at you behind the bookshelf.

You don’t even know where you’re running now. But it’s not like you care anyway. Fuck your backpack, fuck everything in there. It’s time to leave.

You run down a side pair of stairs leading down to the main hall, but you end up in a completely random hallway that you haven’t seen before. All of these corridors are starting to look the same, it’s getting confusing.

You peer into the empty hallway, and have to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

It’s the same exact figure that was looking for you before.

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happy spooky month everyone! gonna be writing about some ghost (spirit? poltergeist? idk) boys these next few weeks :) 4 to be exact!

planning this to be a 7 part series, 2 for the intro (this one), then 4 (one for each boy), and then 1 for the finale :)

this first part you get to meet two boys, and then the next part you get to meet the other two!!

you’ll get to learn more about each boy with each part, and maybe yall will get to smash idk

i promise the next part will be shorter <;)

i dont even like how this one turned out but boohoo i gotta post, maybe ill rewrite it or smth

part 2 is here!

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #x afab reader #possessive yandere #not proofread #dead dove do not eat #yandere ghost

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gaysindistress · 3 months

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Связи (n.) connections - five

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Pairings: mob!bucky x reader Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.” Word count: 2.5 k Warnings: cursing gaysindistress masterlist | four | series masterlist

He fucking called me by her nickname; Lisichka.

As if forcing me to marry him, comforting me the way he used to for her, and then trying to lie to me by saying they were never together wasn’t enough. I know I told myself that I could let him love a ghost but this is too much. I can’t be her replacement.

His eyes flash for a moment before he follows me and has a door slammed in his face. It immediately opens and the sight of him standing in my doorway pisses me off to no end.

“Get out,” I grit out and my fingers itch for the department issued gun that’s locked in my nightstand drawer.

Ever the quiet and observing man, he narrows his eyes at me and then scans the room before shouldering even further in. We both know I wouldn’t make it to my nightstand before he could draw his own weapon or tackle me. So I have to let him in even if it makes my stomach rotten at the idea of having him in the same room as me after calling me her pet name.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Ask nicely.”

“We’re past pleasantries, your royal high-ass.”

“That’s an interesting nickname,” he chuckles. The sound is half mocking and half sinister. How my sister ever put up with him and how I ever had a crush on him is beyond me.

“I have plenty more where that came from,” I snapped at him and then pointed to the door, “now get out.”

He makes a show of looking over his shoulder at the door before taking another step closer to me, “and I said to ask nicely.”

“Maybe,” I start and step closer to him as well, “ if you weren’t the world’s biggest fucking asshole, I would but you are and I’m on edge so get the fuck out now.”

Amusement flickers on his face before it fades back into his usual stone cold expression. “Tell me why you stormed off and then I will.”

A sarcastic laugh explodes from me before I can stop it. “Like it really fucking matters to you,” I scoff and turn away to put as much space between us as possible. His cologne, his presence, his fucking stare is too overwhelming. “You can say you weren’t together but we all know that’s a lie. I know that’s a lie. You haven’t had any trouble telling me the truth even when it fucking hurts so what’s different now? Why can’t you just admit that there was something between the two of you and just… just stop pretending that I’m her.”

That last word is weaker and much quieter than I meant but he heard me. The whole penthouse could’ve heard me with how eerily silent and echoing it is.

It's penetrative, the silence. All consuming and forceful as it finds a way into every square inch of the room and leaves nothing left untouched by its cold hands. Before I was adopted, I would pretend the silence and I were friends as I stared into the dark void of night as I laid in bed. The other girls were afraid of me because I wasn’t scared of the dark like them but it was due to their fear that I wasn’t scared. When you’re left alone with nothing but gut wrenching silence and aching isolation, it should be no surprise that you’d make friends with it.

Now it feels like my old friends have turned their backs on me and taken the side of Bucky. What rotten creatures they all are.

“You want the truth about nat and I? We were never together because of you. She knew that you had some stupid teenage girl crush on me and she knew that it would break you if we got together. She refused to let some guy, as she put it, get between the two of you. Believe me, I’m not pretending that you’re her.”

I suck in a shuddering breath. It feels like a punch to the face but it shouldn’t. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about this marriage. I shouldn’t care that his harsh tone makes me feel like a child again or that it was me that kept them apart.

I shouldn’t care.

“Now tell me why you stormed off.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I mutter under my breath. I drop onto my bed and fiddle with the unraveling end of a blanket, dragging it into my lap as I try to tuck it back into place. The blues, reds, and creams make me think Steve made this one but the shooty handiwork tells me that it was me with his guidance.

Bucky’s footsteps are silent as he enters my view and crouches in front of me. Thank god he doesn’t touch me but his body still cages me in so if I tried to get up, I’d run right into his chest.

“Lisichka.”

I try to suppress my flinch but he sees it. The deep sigh he lets out tells me that he was testing me and got the answer he wasn’t hoping for.

“You can’t treat me like her and then say that you’re not doing just that.” I can’t bring myself to look at him so I stare at the blanket in my lap. “You’ve completely destroyed my life in a matter of weeks. The least you could do is treat me with some respect and leave me alone.”

“Is that what you want? For me to give you space?”

I break my fixation and find him already staring intently at me.

“No. I want to put a bullet in you and watch you bleed out. Then I want to walk out that door,” I tell him with a shaking voice as I point to the door behind him, “and never look back because I’d have control over my life again. I want to disappear into the world and have peace of mind knowing that you paid for all of the shit that you’ve done to the world, to my sister, to me.”

My cruel words don’t seem to affect him. “I’ll make you another deal; after all of this is said and done, I’ll let you do that. Tomorrow I’ll have Sam set up a fund for you so that you won’t have to worry about money.”

I narrow my eyes at him as they dart between him, searching for any hint of his silver tongued ways.

“I’m going to kill you, James Buchanan Barnes. Whether it be for business or for pleasure, I will kill you.”

He holds my stare as he accepts my promise, “and I’ll be waiting with open arms.”

Wanda is by far the most intimidating woman I’ve met besides my mother and sisters. She commands a room to be silent by simply clearing her throat and makes even the most egotistical of men shrink under her sharp gaze. She’s watching me with unwavering eyes as she hums along with someone on the phone. When she sets the phone back on the receiver, she rolls her eyes and rubs her eyebrow.

“Why is it that everyone is so damn incompetent? Hm? Why can’t people just do their jobs without having to be babysat? I’m over it, y/n, I’m over it.” She sighs and leans back into her chair. “But you, you’ve always done what I asked and I wouldn’t hear from you until you gave me the report.”

“Why am I here?” I know better than to cut off her monologues but I don’t have the patience anymore.

“I can’t move Carol off the case but I don’t want her anywhere near you. She’s a loose fucking cannon and I don’t want to deal with her overprotective attitude right now. I’m sending you undercover with minimal contact.”

Shifting in my uncomfortable chair, I furrow my brows at her, “what do you mean undercover?”

“Well obviously you can’t go in under an assumed identity but I’m orchestrating your public termination so you can do a deep dive and get the evidence I need to arrest Alexei.”

“My public termination?” I blink at her with mild surprise. “You're going to ruin my reputation and any chance I have to come back to a normal life after this if you do that.”

Wanda’s eyes harden, “y/n you’re so beautiful but so naive. This operation has been in the works since the moment you stepped foot in America. Every move that you’ve made has been because I made it happen. Every thought you’ve had has been because I’ve planted it there. Everything that’s happened from then to now has been my doing. Ive spent years plucking strings and pulling favors and I will not let you of all people fuck this up for me now. You’re going to be terminated and it will be all over the papers so that no one even bats an eye. You will find me the fucking paper trail that leads to Alexei’s shipments and connects him to Dreykov’s murder and you will do it with a fucking smile.”

I now have four people on my shit list; my father, my husband, my ex girlfriend, and this red headed fed.

I can’t even be upset by yet another shitty revelation about how my life has been a lie. Just as she put it, I’m over it, Wanda I’m over it.

A sigh isn’t enough to describe the way I push out all of the air from my lungs. I remind myself of a disappointed dad but then again my father is the disappointment in our relationship.

“Anything else you want from me? My right lung? My kidney? My heart?”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Wanda scoffs lightly and waves me off. “If I wanted those, I would’ve taken them already.”

“Well,” I click my tongue and push out of my chair, “if that’s all, then I’m going to use my savings to buy all the strippers and blow money can buy.”

Wanda gives me a bored and almost annoyed look. “Dont fuck this up and definitely dont do that. I won’t bail you out of jail or let anyone else for that matter.”

“At this point being locked up would be preferable to the shitshow you’ve made out of my life. At least there I could get some fucking peace and quiet.”

With that I walk out of her office and nearly run into the third person on my shit list; Carol.

“Oh for the love of god,” I mumble under my breath and slide past her. She goes to grab my arm and before I can even realize what I’m doing, I have my gun drawn on her and the entire precinct is on high alert.

“Y/N stand down.” Tony’s voice is uncharacteristically soft as he approaches from behind. His hands are out in front of me to show he’s not a threat and I immediately drop my stance to hand him the gun. My eyes are still on Carol as I let Tony disarm and cuff me. He goes to pull me away after the tight metal is around my wrists but I hold my position.

I mumbled “пошла на хуй” before spitting at her feet. Tony gives my bound arms a sharp tug. The disgusted look on Carol’s face satisfies the Shostakov in me and I half stumble over myself to follow after the police captain.

I catch Wanda’s eye on the way to Tony’s office. She’s pleased but is trying to hide it.

Good. I just made her job that much easier.

“You got yourself fired?”

Rubbing at my sore wrists, I roll my eyes at Sam’s question. “No, I was actually promoted. I’m now the chief of police for all of the NYPD.”

“I could do without the sarcasm, fuck stick,” he grumbles back as he makes a hard left turn, sending me flying around in the backseat.

“And I could do with the rude names and being thrown around like I’m a pinball.”

“Don’t be an ass to me then.”

“It goes both ways.”

“Enough both of you,” Bucky finally groans from the passenger seat. He twists in his seat enough to point at me, “and you need to cap your anger issues. The last few outbursts may have worked in your favor but it isn't going to go your way every time. Like it or not, you’re expected to be the face of my Bravta as my advisor as well as my wife.”

“пошла на хуй.”

Bucky’s brows furrow at the insult, “пошла на хуй? Seriously Y/N?”

“Oh was I not clear enough the first time? I’ll say it in English then; go fuck yourself.”

Sam stifles a chuckle and is rewarded with a hard glare from Bucky.

“Think about it; after being MIA for years, the lost Shostakov daughter turns up in the NYPD with an incredibly successful career and is known for working with the feds but now she wants back in? Doesn't that all seem suspicious to you? Everyone is going to be watching you and looking for a reason to kill you before Antonia does.”

“I don’t need your advice, Bucky. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you though? Does that fed Wanda or your captain Anthony know what they’re getting themselves into?”

“There’s a difference,” I spit out while years of unchecked teenage rage that was never released comes to the surface, “Alexei is my father. I know how his mind works. I know his weaknesses and his strengths. I know who he’s going to trust and who he won’t. I know how he likes his morning coffee. I even know when he’s going to shit for god's sake.”

Bucky isn’t impressed by me at all. But then again this is the king of being cold and indifferent we’re talking about here. He’s also single handedly the most attractive yet infuriating man I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss someone as badly as I do him while also wanting to break his nose. It’s truly my worst nightmare.

“Are you done?”

My face screws up in shock and pure rage. “What the fuck kind of question is that? ‘Are you done?’ You Козёл, I should cut your fucking…”

Sam can’t contain his laughter anymore and lets it all out. My husband joins in with his own laughter and my jaw drops from their audacity.

I’ve apparently lost the ability to intimidate people so I cross my arms over my chest and slump back into the seat.

“I’m glad you two can find the humor in all of this.”

Their laughter doesn’t stop but it lessens to mere chuckles and Sam even wipes a few tears away. Bucky turns to face me again and is greeted with a death stare to rival Nesta Acheron’s.

“You called me a goat. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have laughed if the roles were reversed.” He says in a breathy tone. I only hardened my glare. “I’m sorry, okay? It wasn’t right to laugh at that but y/n, you need to watch your back. I need you to watch your back.”

Quite frankly I don’t care what he wants or needs. I don’t care what anyone else thinks anymore. If I’m expected to play the part of Alexei’s daughter and Bucky’s wife then fine, I’ll do it but it's going to be on my terms.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #mob au #mob!bucky barnes imagine #Связи (n.) connections #Связи (n.) connections bucky x reader #mob bucky au #mob!au #mob!bucky

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ailendolin · 1 month

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Since the announcement that two or three new versions of Ghosts are in the works, I've been thinking about what sort of ghosts we might get to see / I'd like to see in a German adaptation and put together a list of my ideas. You will see some similarities with our beloved original ghosts as well as completely new characters, and I did my best to find a balance between male and female characters and include a variety of historical eras.

This is obviously just a very basic list with some notes but I do have thoughts about these characters (how they died, what powers they might have, their inner conflict etc.) so if you'd like to know more, please ask (also German producers, I hereby officially volunteer as tribute writer)!

German Ghosts

Female Neanderthal (40,000 BC)

Neanderthals were named after the German Neander valley so I think it's only fair to include a Neanderthal in the show. Since no one needs a Robin 2.0, I'd make the character female and give her a dog because ghost animals are fun and we need more of them.

Roman & German (9 AD)

Two guys - let's call them Marcus and Alber - who fought on opposite sides died in the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest, became ghosts and eventually best friends. They'd rather die again than admit that to anyone, though.

Bog Girl (600 AD)

A little girl who haunts the marshlands around the house but not the property itself. Most of the ghosts avoid her until the Naturalist gets curious and starts to befriend her.

Plague Ghosts (Mid-1600s)

A group of victims of the 30 Years' War whose deaths were caused by famine and disease and not the war directly (though they insist they died 'in the war').

Naturalist (Late 1700s)

A scientist like Alexander von Humboldt and Charles Darwin who embraces becoming a ghost from the get go and does various experiments (on himself and the others) to figure out how ghost rules work and what is and isn't possible.

Composer (Early 1800s)

A young composer who has a (perceived) rivalry with Beethoven because he's lost part of his hearing. Think German equivalent of Thomas Thorne.

Female Soldier (Early 1800s)

Based on stories like that of Friederike Krüger, this woman posed as a man and joined the army during the Napoleonic Wars.

Woman in White (Late 1800s)

The lady of the house at the time. After she died in childbirth, she was forced to watch her husband's mistress raise her daughter. She died wearing her white nightgown (something she is quite embarrassed about) and can be seen in pictures.

WW1 Surgeon (1930s)

Another former owner of the house, this man was a surgeon in WW1 and still carries the trauma of that time with him (think Siegfried from All Creatures Great and Small).

Luftwaffe Pilot (1940s)

Remember the two German pilots from BBC Ghosts? This guy was their friend and has always wondered what happened to them. He crash-landed on the grounds during a training exercise.

Estate Agent (early 2020s)

A woman who took over the house after the last owner passed away. While assessing the property, she had a heart attack and died there, leading to rumours about the house being cursed and haunted increasing.

The House

While the house will probably be a manor house like in the original series, I think it would be fun if this version of the show shook things up a little and had the German Coopers inherit an old mill, or perhaps even an actual (small) castle.

#this has honestly been so much fun to think about #I don't know how many German fans there are in this fandom but I'd love to know what sort of characters you guys would want to see #bbc ghosts #mp bbc ghosts #german ghosts

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bantaro-bird · 1 year

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I have no idea what to call it, but I'm working on an AU where Dream is this creature. He's a monster with white skin and glowing insides that can turn into a cute little felt toy as a disguise.

Badboyhalo, Skeppy, and Sapnap (10) are taking a walk on a path through the woods. As they approach, the monster worries its large figure and glowing features will give it away, so it turns into its toy form, hoping it'll be overlooked. Sapnap picks the toy up and decides to keep it. He names it Dream.

Sapnap sleeps with Dream every night. He believes the doll will keep him safe.

Dream can't stay in toy form forever. He still needs to eat to survive. At night, after Sapnap has fallen asleep, Dream sneaks away to find food.

For a while, Skeppy and Bad start to think the house is haunted. They sometimes swear they see something moving in the dark or hear thumping in the night. They sometimes see unsettling things they can't explain. One experience even leads Bad to believe Sapnap's doll is haunted.

One night, as Dream is sneaking out to get food, it turns out Sapnap is not as sound asleep as he thought.

Dream goes limp, hoping Sapnap will just believe he was seeing things. This does not happen.

Sapnap lays down, holding Dream facing him. He tells Dream he's not going to sleep or letting him out of his sight until Dream moves, so he had better do it already! After a couple of hours Sapnap is out like a light and Dream is able to go eat. The next morning Sapnap wakes up and sees that he failed to keep the doll under constant watch. He picks Dream up and looks at him. He tells him, "It's okay. I already know you can move. You don't have to show yourself. I'm sure you're just being careful, you know? You wanna keep the advantage so you can really take the bad guys off-guard. I get it."

Sapnap brings Dream with him everywhere he goes. He runs into some bullies (Quackity maybe?) who make fun of him for carrying around a doll. Sapnap tells them it protects him! They make fun of him more. Quackity says, "Oh, really? Can it protect you from this?" He pushes Sapnap, causing him to stumble and drop the doll. Sapnap starts to cry as the bullies mock him more. "What about this?" Quackity asks as he rears back for a punch. When his fist is launched forward it's stopped suddenly by a large freakish white claw. Quackity stumbles back and stares in disbelief.

The monster bares its teeth and snarls at the bullies, who turn tail and run.

From here we get a fuzzy gap... Dream and Sapnap become friends. How that develops I haven't worked out in detail as of yet. I just know that it starts with Dream deciding to protect Sapnap and Sapnap being grateful. And Sapnap being excited to have a sick ass monster friend.

Skeppy and Badboyhalo find out about Dream:

As a note: My DSMP!BBH design is a size shifter and I'm carrying that over to this AU. Defaulty 9ft but can get bigger and smaller than that. Nothing extreme, but he can definitely get significantly bigger than Dream.

Anyway that's everything I have so far :P

#bans art #sapnap #dream #badboyhalo #skeppy #dream monster doll au

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entomolog-t · 16 days

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The Shadow We Cast - 4

Two guys and too many beers leads to more shenanigans.

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 3

Next Chapter: Chapter 5 (Coming Soon)

Word count: 2998

CW: Adult language, substances (beer/drinking), animal death (fishing/hunting)

It was beyond crazy to me that the most normal I’d ever felt was drinking beers with a weird little man who stood no more than, what, 6 inches tall at most? How many years had it been since the last time I had this much fun? The last time I felt like I could talk and laugh this freely? It just felt so… normal? The thought seemed ridiculous- I mean, the situation was anything but… and yet here I was, thoroughly buzzed and listening intently as if we were old friends.

Sal paraded around the table, reenacting some grand adventure I could only wrap my head around with the help of however many tallboys I’d downed over the past few hours. Tales of hunting monstrous beasts and climbing unfathomable heights. He wove wild stories of a world so foreign yet so familiar… quite literally a world in my backyard.

As I nursed another drink, Sal set the scene, recounting a day-long trek he'd made out to the lake. Mist rose off the water as loons called to one another, their haunting voices echoing off the calm water. He watched intently as they slipped under the water, barely even a ripple disturbing the surface of the lake.

As if he was painting a picture in my mind, I sat enthralled, feeling as if I could feel the crispness of the water washing away the heat of the sun as he spent the day swimming in the shallows. The way he spoke… It didn't feel like I was imagining his retelling from my perspective- but his own. His perspective felt like something … almost fantastical.

"I tried to lure some of the minnows, but I couldn't get close enough to spear them without them darting off.” As if still wielding a spear he eyed the non existent minnows, patiently following some unseen motion as he remained poised to strike. “The bigger minnows seemed slower, but they wouldn't come near shallow enough. I ended up using some of the dried grub rations I'd brought with me as bait, and boy did it work like a charm. I swam I bit farther out with the bait and-"

Spear raised, I could practically see the imaginary impact- watching as the massive fish- or minnow, thrashed against the sharpened twig. I was enthralled- the way his muscles moved with the motion was almost… intimidating, bringing forth thoughts of him human sized, spearing a monster of a fish while swimming in some dangerous Amazonian river.

“The damn thing was a bitch to swim with,” he groaned, annoyance clear on his face, “For one- it was heavy. But worse,” Sal huffs, “It was still moving.” Despite the exasperation on his face in recounting the ordeal, the man’s face couldn’t help but return to grinning.

“So then I’m swimming back, right? Honestly more like flailing with the stupid minnow in tow, but I’m keeping above water for the most part… but I keep hearing this clicking… almost squeaking noise? Weirder yet- it's coming from below me.” He pauses, lowering his voice and I’m quite literally reeled in by his story, leaning forward on the edge of my seat.

“Then- whoosh!”

Sal grabs at the air. My heart jumps in my chest as the man’s hand lashes out just inches from my face.

“This monstrous bastard of a creature - absolutely huge,” He pauses, shooting me a cheesy grin, “Second only to you, big man.” I snort and Sal picks right up where he left off, “It was all murky brown with thick these thick… whiskers? And it just sucks me into its mouth with this horrific gulp. Next thing I know I’m being dragged underwater, half in its mouth, pounding on its head just hoping it’ll let me go if I hit it hard enough.”

My breath hitches, a shudder running through me as I make the connection- A catfish.

“With nothing to lose, I stab it. The spear goes right through its eye and-” Sal pauses, making sure he has my full attention.

“And?”

“Nothing!” Sal laughs as if it was hilarious and not down right horrifying, “That stupid thing didn’t even flinch! I don’t know if it didn’t go deep enough or if I just missed any vital enough part, but it did absolutely nothing!”

He leans forward, no longer laughing as his face takes on a grim expression.

“At this point I start to get worried.”

“Start?!” I scoff. Sal dismisses my interruption with a wave of his hand.

"My lungs are burning, and the thing’s clamped down hard on my stomach. I'm stuck holding that stupid spear for life as it keeps doing this.. this…” He shudders, face twisting in disgust, “-weird gulping thing,” Sal shakes his head as if banishing the memory, “So I ripped that spear out and using everything I had I-” His fist came down, “- drove that spear right back into its head.”

Sal pantomimed a gruesome show- stabbing again and again in the world's most horrific display of charades as he brutalised the memory of the catfish.

“Finally,” He says, voice filled with a mix of relief and exasperation as if he’d just relived the whole ordeal, “it dies.”

I, stupidly, sigh in relief, as if somehow I couldn't have predicted the outcome with him quite literally standing in front of me.

“My lungs are on fire as I swim to the surface- and man, air never tasted so sweet.” Looking down at Sal, he's beaming, laughing like a kid as he recounts his victory over the massive fish. “And then it hits me- tasted!”

I furrow my brow, not quite following. Sal continues, frustration returning.

“No spear- and no fucking minnow! As if, after all that, air was gonna be the only thing I’d be tasting!”

After a brief pause I couldn't help but laugh. His smile grew even wider as he raved on, swinging his hands as he continued on about his harrowing ordeal.

“I refused to swim back empty handed after that shitshow- So I spent the whole afternoon dragging that giant bastard back to shore!”

Fuck. I stare at him, eyes wide. I can’t shake the disbelief as I try to think of what would be the equivalent feat- Dragging an orca back to shore? …Something bigger? I’ve never been an avid fisherman (nor did I have any plans to start) and really had no concept of how big the catfish in the lake got aside from the notion that they were definitely bigger than Sal.

“I get that monster to land- spend about 30 minutes on a fire that just won't start, until I'm finally able to start cooking that beast!”

He paces along the length of the table, his steps not nearly as sure footed as they had been a few hours prior. Even with his tiny frame I can easily make out the sheer rage simmering behind his eyes.

“And y'know what?” His voice, now starting to slur, is teeming with all the theatrics of a man at his absolute limit. I swallow, desperate to hold back a laugh I know is coming.

“What?”

“That fucking thing tasted awful!” Each word was spat with such ferocity it was as if he was trying to spit out the memory of the creature's taste.

There was no helping it.

With my inhibitions long since drowned, I laugh. I laugh louder than I have in years. I laugh until my sides ache- until tears prick at the edge of my eyes.

And he laughs with me.

“Pond scum! Tha' shtupid thing tasted exactly how pond scum smells!”

My vision blurs, tears threatening to spill over as he continues to rant and rave, but the sound of my laughing completely drowns out whatever critical opinions he was espousing on catfish edibility.

Wiping at my eyes, my brain takes a few tipsy seconds to focus back on the little man. Still shirtless, Sal had sat back, reclining with his back against one of the many empties as he lifted up what was arguably the equivalent to a very generous pitcher to his mouth with little effort- the relative ease of the action catching me by surprise as I imagined myself fumbling at doing the same.

He… he was built.

Quite literally a brick shithouse, if said shithouse belonged to Barbie.

Broad seemed like a fitting word. Broad chested, broad shoulders, broad smile- Hell, even his legs had a width to them. Sal looked as if he had stepped directly out of an instagram fitness post, with his … excessive biceps flexing under the weight of the shot glass, the act a paradoxical effortless display of effort. Even at his diminutive size, I could tell this man was anything but small. He-

He coughs.

My eyes dart away from his body in an instant, snapping back to his face… accompanied with heat rising in my own. As my eyes meet his, I’m again struck with the absolute absurdity of the situation.

I'm here… getting drunk… with a tiny man… He’s right there- arms reach in front of me…

And yet he still doesn't seem real.

My hand twitches at my side.

Touch him.

As my hand slides towards him, his gaze quickly flicks from my face to my hand and back to my face again. Confusion flashing across his features for a brief moment before his lopsided grin reappears. My finger tips barely graze him as he sidesteps my hand, shoving my fingers away.

Huh. There's a surprising amount of weight behind his push.

“Hands t'yourself, Big Guy.” Sal laughs, “You gotta take me to dinner first.”

It takes a moment for my brain to follow his words, and I snort.

“Is that not what I did?”

Sal blinks.

His own brain seeming to lag as realization dawns on him. After a moment's delay, he laughs.

Sal takes an unsteady step forward, the sway in his weight more noticeable than before. He’s still smiling, but a look of concern crosses his features as he stares at the ground in front of him.

“I feel weird.”

“You’re drunk.”

He looks back up towards me and I point to the drink. After a moment', Sal nods, seemingly cluing in. Maybe? I really couldn’t tell. For all I know, that nod might have been him nodding off with how stunted the gesture had looked.

“It…” He starts his sentence and seems to forget it half way through, taking a long blink in between words “... makes you dizzy?”

I lean forward to rest my head on the table, starting to feel all too alike.

“Mmm- yeah, when you’ve had a bit much.”

With that, I slid the shot glass away from him- An act which was apparently the most egregious party foul ever to have been committed. Shouts of protest erupt beneath me, as he trails after the glass.

With a laugh, I try to shoo him away, but man, the little guy can move. Despite the sway to his stride, Sal ducks my hand with ease.

“Dude,” I laugh, opting to pick up the glass, “You.. uh, you’ve had 'nough- you're gonna get sick.”

My words feel thick, almost sticky, in my mouth, and the thought crosses my mind that I should probably be taking my own advice.

“'m fine.”

I snort. The man didn't even know what beer was all of two hours ago, and here he was thinking he knew his limits.

“'s if you’d know,” I chuckle. “You're stumblin' 'round.”

Sal narrows his eyes.

“I am not!”

“Oh really?” My words slur together, thick with condescension and alcohol as a smile down at him. I shove a finger to his chest, I give a little push. Sal shoots glare as he staggers back.

“See?” I chuckle, “You're totally shtumbling!”

Eyes wide, he stares up at me, brain seeming to short-circuit for a moment before a goofy grin plasters itself across his face. I feel my own face mirror his expression as we break out into drunken laughter.

The laughter hit me hard.

I laughed at Sal's near cartoonish drunkenness.

I laughed at how he stumbled with a push from a finger.

I laughed at the strangeness- the reality shattering strangeness- of his very existence.

This... this is really strange...

As our collective laughter died down I took in a deep inhale. I needed to know more. I couldn’t keep up the half assed charade of normalcy.

“Sal-”

In the brief moment I’d let my guard down, the tiny man quite literally pounces. I yank my hand away a fraction of a second before he lands, Sal stumbling as his weight falls forward. Before his face makes contact with the table, Sal seemingly just… goes with it? Just flowing with the momentum as if stumbling forward had been completely intended. With surprisingly little effort, his would-be fall morphs into a drunkenly graceful forward roll, carrying him to a stand- albeit, an unsteady one.

For a moment, I’m at a loss for words, and before I’m able to react to whatever odd show of athleticism I’d just witnessed, he’s already at it again, eyes locked onto the shot glass like a cat locked onto a mouse. I move to shoo him away with my free hand, yet I’m met with nothing but empty space as Sal scrambles underneath the gesture.

Again, he tries for the glass.

Launching himself at my hand, I feel his hands graze my own before I lift the glass out of reach. Sal lands with a stumble, a lopsided grin sitting smugly on his face as he looks from the glass to me.

Sal lowers his stance, looking something between a sprinter at the blocks and a mountain lion set to pounce.

Seeing the gears in his head turning (albeit, slowly), I clue in. Before he gets the chance to scale me for the beverage, I make a grab for him.

And yet, despite my efforts, somehow Sal winds up on top of my hand. It was like trying to grab at water- with him just flowing out of my grasp. Abandoning the shot glass, I grab at him with my free hand- watching dumbstruck as he drunkenly pivots, turning to jump at my in coming hand.

I freeze- Trying and failing to keep my hand steady as Sal hangs off my fingers.

With my lack of reaction, Sal takes the opportunity to climb my fingers like some sort of rope ladder.

To my horror, he climbs all of them, heaving himself to a shaky stand on the side of my index finger- Hands on his hips and grin on his face.

I meet his gaze and he laughs, his expression smug as he wags his finger at me.

“Too shlow.”

Arms out in a stumbling balance act, Sal begins walking across the edge of my hand looking oddly similar to a failed roadside sobriety test. Pausing, he frowns, pouting in frustration before bending over. For a moment, I think he’s about to throw up. Instead, he plants his hands firmly on my forearm.

My stomach drops.

With no effort whatsoever, Sal switches to walking on his hands- somehow just as drunkenly. Swaying side to side, every “step” seemed to overcompensate for the last, looking as if he was perpetually on the verge of tipping over.

And then he did.

In a split second, I’m sober.

My hand darts out, closing awkwardly around his form with all the grace and fine motor skills of a man marginally less drunk. Unmoving and unblinking, Sal stares up at me, a strange sound escaping him… almost as if a hum got caught in his throat. I could have almost been convinced he was nothing but an action figure with the way Sal went rigid- if not for his heart beating wildly beneath my fingertips.

My own heart drummed in my ears, and for a moment, just a single moment, it didn’t bother me that he was sticky.

He swallows. The tiny, but very human action feels uncanny at his size. The rise and fall of his chest, the strangely sizable weight of him in my hands… all of it is just so… strange. He feels solid - tense beneath my grip. Fuck- even at his size he felt strong. My eyes trace over the myriad of scars that marred his skin, gaze lingering over the clear bite mark that covered his shoulder and chest…

I hadn't even noticed my thumb tracing over it until I felt him try and push the digit away.

“Mark-”

“Oh- sorry.” I adjust my grip into something I assume is more comfortable, opting to hold him in a way that left him semi-seated in my palms rather than awkwardly dangling from a first.

It's a weird sight, seeing a grown man sitting in your hands. Every small movement I make has him sway, his head drunkenly lolling back as he slurs a few indistinguishable words with a chuckle. Up close like this he looks just about as drunk as he sounds- red in the face and eyes struggling to stay open.

Adjusting my grip, I cringe.

He was more than just a little sticky.

His pants clung to my skin, peeling off as I moved like a Band-Aid being removed. The mental image sends a shudder down my spine.

I consider taking the opportunity to wipe off the concerningly sticky little man while I have the chance, though a more rational voice in the back of my mind argues that a good host doesn’t assault their “neighbor” with wet wipes.

Below, Sal grumbles something unintelligible, clearly displeased with me as he swats at my fingers. Though despite his attempts, my fingers lingered.

Ugh- He left a stain on my hand!

I glare at the dark smear of sauce he’d wiped off onto his pants, silently reconsidering the option of dousing the man in dish soap, let alone wet wipes, etiquette be damned.

Instead, I opted for another drink.

#WE'RE BACK BABY #Things are about to get interesting #Sal is and will always be a menace #Mark is fighting demons to not toss Sal in the sink #The Shadow we Cast #TSWC #SalOC #MarkOC #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t fluff #g/t writing #entowrites #size tumblr #size difference #gt #gian/tiny #macro/mirco

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SuperPhantom!

(Written while high and half asleep)

"Excuse me?"

Danny shouldn't have said anything, like he really really shouldn't have. But he's at work, and this two hunters are poorly trying to discuss a case without him catching on.

Worse of all, they have their information completely wrong. Seriously, who thinks Shades are ever the real danger?

"I said you guys are looking at the wrong creature." Danny shrugged, standing at the edge of their both. The two hunters were clearly bigger than him, and maybe he was a little worried that he might garner unwanted attention.

But he couldn't let them just harm the poor things.

"We don't know what you're talking about."

Okay, the shorter one definitely has an anger problem. It's fine, Danny's dealt with Argon he can deal with this jackass. The taller one, actually seemed like he wanted to listen to what Danny had to say.

"If you want to waste you're time exterminating all the harmless Shades in the haunt, by all means go for it." Danny bit back, rolling his eyes at the glare he received. "I just figured you'd like to know that Shades' aren't strong enough to affect electricity, let alone kill someone."

Danny paused, glancing over his shoulder as his manager called his name. Right, he was at work, he can't spent all his time educate the two idiots on ghost kind.

"Well I have a job to get to so just, just... next time you talk about a hunt in public, try to be a little more discrete."

The looks and whispers he saw for the rest of his shift made him kind of regret speaking up, keyword being kind of. Danny's made quiet a good connection with every Shade he's come in contact with.

He'd be one lousy Ghost King if he just let people end Shades left and right.

He figured he was free from the scrutiny when the men paid their check and left. He watched the old car pull out of the parking lot, figured he managed to lose their interest.

That was until he was closing up the diner, and was ready to head home. Which is what he wanted to do, planned to do. Until he turned around from locking the door.

The old car sat in the empty parking lot, men standing outside of it, no doubt waiting for him.

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What do you think when bayverse Optimus Prime is called a psychopath/military criminal?

Well, I say… yes and no.

Yes, ripping faces and spines about of bodies is hella violent, but also, at what point in a war do you start to ask, “do I want to be moral, or do I want to live?” And this kinda ties into my last post about TFP! and Bay! Optimus. Sure, he could be considered a war criminal in human standards, I feel we could all agree that is the case, but a Phycopath? Not really? There is no time for mercy, no hope of diplomacy. Literally every fight he get into, he or someone he cares about gets hunted down and brutalized like a wild animal. At some point, fight or flight response kicks in and using blades is so much faster than trying to just shoot an apponant like in TFP, and it spares bullets that he might run out of like seen in Age of Extinction. Would you like to talk or injure an enemy that is still able to kill you with three others on your ass, while trying to take care of these little squishy creatures you’ve pledged your life to protect? Or rip a head off and have the immediate threat neutralized? And that doesn’t even go into this guy’s day-to-day life. He is surrounded by death and destruction, and has been for millions of years. MILLIONS. WW1 was a couple of years long and absolutely haunted the world’s generations afterward. It fundamentally changed the way humans looked at the world, looked at each other and expressed themselves. Could you imagine if a human war went on for MILLIONS of years? How would he be any different then any other in that situation? If anything, he’s quite tame, keeping his diplomacy with the humans and a tenderness for the life around him. Could you imagine if he had simply lost his shit and stopped caring anymore? He’s trying, man. It also doesn’t help that EVER SINGLE BATTLE is initiated in the middle of a metropolis. Michael Bay wanted a set piece and didn’t think a desert or something would work, so hypothetically, he get’s basically called or lured into battle by his enemies in giant cities, so thousands of people die and things get destroyed because he can’t control where his foes start shooting.

In the end, I get the thought process- it seems super logical, and if he stopped thinking that way, then he is getting slaughtered by either the Decepticons or humans.

“Nowhere is safe and it’s either me or them.”

A war criminal to human standards? Yes. A Psychopath? Leaning towards no. Did it have to be as gruesome? Probably not, but it gets the job done, and that isn’t to say that he doesn’t go over the top, but who wouldn’t in that kind of situation?

Anyway, I hope my silly ramblings make sense. Thanks for the ask!

#transformers #tfp transformers prime #asks #my asks #optimus prime #bayverse #bayverse optimus #tfp #anon <3 #anon aks #anon answered #I fr don’t know #I have also loved him since I was 4 #not biased at all #lol

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ㅤ( English and Spanish ver. )

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Husband — Dark 01

ㅤCW: Blood, blood sucking and suggestive / Sangre, succión de sangre y contenido sugestivo.

English ver.

Romantic: ( This whole week has been quite difficult for me… )

( Living next to monsters like them... bloodthirsty creatures, sadistic by nature. )

( I don’t consider myself an expert on the subject. But I know enough to know that this was a terrible mistake... )

...I don’t want to go back home.

Ayato: Hey, what are you babbling about?

Romantic: ( It’s him, again... )

( I don’t want to see Ayato-kun... I'm not in the mood to deal with him. )

Ayato: Helloo? Are you deaf? The bell rang, let’s get out of here, Chibimushi.

Romantic: Ugh. Ayato-kun, I already told you to stop calling me that way!

Ayato: And what’s about it? After all, If I call you «Chibimushi», you respond immediately, right?

Romantic: I got a name, you better not forget that. Is Romantic Benhumea, engrave it in your head. We don’t even know each other.

Ayato: Ah, but that’s a lie. After all... I was the first person you meet in the mansion.

Romantic: Exactly. I meet you but I didn’t know you, not even befriend you. The difference between the two things is quite stark, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Yeah, yeah... I really couldn’t care less.

Anyway, what are you doing?

Romantic: ( And as always, he never listens. At least he’s going to leave soon...? )

...Can’t you see? It’s today’s homework.

Ayato: Ugh, can’t be there a more serious person?! You are such a pain in the ass!

Ayato: Damn, stop joking! You can do it at home. Hurry up and let’s go back!

Romantic: Well, sorry if my attitude bothers you! But if you haven’t noticed yet, I’m busy enough!

You’re the one who should go and get to work too! Instead of bothering me...

Romantic: At home, a certain annoying person is always bothering me so I can’t work… that’s why I’m doing it at school, and I’ll keep doing it!

Romantic: No way!

Ayato: …If you keep challenging me like this, I won’t be as understanding as I am now! So, it’s not in your best interest to make me mad!

Ayato: Let’s get home now so you can feed me!

Romantic: If that’s what you want so much, I have something from my lunch that I haven’t eaten... you can eat it if you like.

But please, Ayato-kun. Seriously, I have a lot of work to do. Just go already!

Ayato: ...

Doing this to Ore-sama, you think you’re very brave, huh?

Romantic: ( He seems upset and visually disappointed... )

( ...Sometimes, I wonder if I would be able to get along with Ayato-kun if only he weren’t a vampire, but that’s impossible. )

Ayato: I don’t dislike boys who play tricks, but you...

( When I was little, I imagined them differently... but of course, I was not as aware of what it meant as I am now. )

( And especially now is when I realize what they really are… )

Romantic: ——?

Ayato: You’re not even trying to please me.

Heh, do you really think I’m going to confirm myself with some of your stupid lunch...?!

Maybe you ran away from me that time... but I won’t let you do it now!

Romantic: Eh...?!

Ayato: If you are not willing to cooperate, then... I just have to make you feel like it, right?

Romantic: Don’t—! Ayato-kun...!

( W-what should I do now...?! )

...G-get away from me!

Ayato: Ah, that’s it.... Hahaha.

Where do you think you’re running? It’s just you and me in this room... There is nowhere else to hide.

Romantic: Please, Ayato-kun... Don’t bite me.

Ayato: It’s so good. That expression of despair. Nothing happens, right?

I’ve never had the chance to drink from a guy...I wonder what that feels like.

Romantic: ( Shit, I paralyzed... )

( Is he really going to drink my blood? )

Ayato: Hmm? You’re taken over by fear because you don’t know when I’ll bite you, right?

Even though you can’t wait for me to latch it on you...

Romantic: You lie...

Ayato: Please, Chibimushi. Don’t act strong. After all, you’re already this... needy.

Romantic: Ah...! Wha—?

Ayato: Oh, look at that... That neck of yours is really provoking me without any marks on.

...This is bad... I seriously feel like I’m about to get drunk off the smell of your blood alone...

Romantic: N-no, I... eak!

Ayato: Haa… you have a sensitive neck, huh? Hehe.

Romantic: ( Stop it, I feel like he’s playing with me... why hasn’t he bit me yet? )

Ah...! Nn.

Ayato: Why can’t you be as obedient as now? You seem like a pretty intelligent boy...

Tell me, is this what you imagined?

Romantic: ——!

Ayato: Letting your blood sucked by a vampire like me... Is that what you dreamed before you got here?

Romantic: That’s...!

Ayato: Hahaha! It’s okay, pervert nerd...

You can let your voice out. Nn… I’m going to enjoy every second of this, just be honest with yourself... Beg me to make it hurt even more.

...Mmh...

Romantic: Hyaa...! Agh.

( I-It hurts... it hurts a lot... )

( I feel like my shoulder is melting. It’s a stabbing, constant pain... I... I don’t know how to express myself. )

Ayato: Mm... Aah...

It’s... delicious. What is this? It’s sweeter than anything else I’ve ever tasted before...

Romantic: ...Nn...

Ayato: Looking at your face twisted in pain...Mm. It’s so good...

...I feel like I could devour you whole, in a couple of bites...

Romantic: ( It... it hurts... It seems like he’s biting even harder. )

( Please, no more... I feel like I might faint. )

Ayato-kun..., p-please, let’s give us a break...

Ayato: A break? As we could.

Besides… Making those sweet sounds you don’t seem so dissatisfied.

Romantic: But... that’s enough...

Ayato: Haa… how stubborn. I’m going to make you stop saying unnecessary things.

Romantic: Kyaa...! Nn... Aah!

Ayato: ...Haa. Mh... The blood continues to flow from your neck... not bad, this smell...

Just a little bit more... Nn.

Romantic: ( M-my... my heart... is beating so fast... )

Aagh...!

Ayato: Hey...! What the...?!

❁ㅤThe redhead craned his neck back and looked into the nervous man’s eyes with a puzzled expression. Ayato seemed to want to talk about his sudden attitude, but shortly after Romantic fell, the vampire found himself holding him in his arms to protect him from a terrible fall.

Ayato: Oops! Maybe I cross the line this time?

Damn, it looks like you’re in pain. But I didn’t even drink that much...

Romantic: H-haa...! Ah...

( It must have been some reaction to the lack of blood... M-my chest hurts a lot. )

Ayato: This is weird, I mean... I’m not even full. Are you sure you’re not playing a joke on me?

Romantic: ( I have no strength left... I can’t move that much... )

( Leaving a person in this state... is so cruel. )

...I swear it’s not a joke, but I already feel better. You can let me go now— Ah!

Ayato: Wow, you’re so clumsy, Chibimushi...! You’re even shaking like a leaf.

Do you really think I’m going to let you free in this state? Or you’re just a masochist.

Romantic: It’s just... it’s hard for me to walk now. But I'm sure I can do it!

Ayato: Come on, it wouldn’t be funny at all if a low-class demon attacked you. Stop pretending.

I’ll let you lean on my shoulder. You’re my food, so don’t be passing out there just because you’ve lost a pittance of blood!

Romantic: ( He means it...? )

...Yes, you’re right. I should go take my medicine.

Ayato: The smell of your blood is dangerous, you know? You never know what kind of people will approach you.

Romantic: ...Yes, sure...

( Whose fault is it?! It doesn’t suit him at all to be «so nice» now! He just sucked my blood, I thought I would die! )

Ayato: So, consider yourself lucky to be able to be in Ayato-sama’s arms. ♪

Just this once, it will be your welcome gift, hehe!

Romantic: ( ...A vampire drank my blood... )

( I don’t know how to feel... Everything happened so fast, so fast that I can’t even tell if I’m safe anymore... )

( This treatment seems nice to me, but definitely not genuine coming from Ayato-kun, or any other bloodsucker. )

( ...God, why did I have to enter that mansion? I should have listened to you. I will never doubt my instinct again—! )

ーー END OF DARK 01 ーー

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Versión en Español.

Romantic: ( Toda esta semana ha sido bastante difícil para mí... )

( Viviendo junto a monstruos como ellos... criaturas sedientas de sangre, sádicas por naturaleza. )

( No me considero un experto en el tema. Pero sé lo suficiente como para saber que esto fue un terrible error... )

...No quiero volver a casa.

Ayato: Oye, ¿de qué estás hablando?

Romantic: ( Es él, otra vez... )

( No quiero ver a Ayato-kun... No estoy de humor para tratar con él. )

Ayato: ¿Holaa? ¿Estás sordo? Sonó el timbre, vámonos de aquí, Chibimushi.

Romantic: Uf. Ayato-kun, ¡ya te dije que dejaras de llamarme así!

Ayato: ¿Y qué es eso? Después de todo, si te llamo «Chibimushi», respondes inmediatamente, ¿verdad?

Romantic: Tengo un nombre, será mejor que no lo olvides. Es Romantic Benhumea, grábalo en tu cabeza. Ni siquiera nos conocemos.

Ayato: Ah, pero eso es mentira. Después de todo... yo fui la primera persona que viste en la mansión.

Romantic: Exacto. Te ví, pero no te conocí, ni siquiera me hice amigo de ti. La diferencia entre las dos cosas es bastante marcada, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Sí, sí... Realmente no podría importarme menos.

De todos modos, ¿qué estás haciendo?

Romantic: ( Y como siempre, nunca escucha. ¿Al menos se irá pronto...? )

...¿No estás viendo? Es la tarea de hoy.

Ayato: Ugh, ¿no puede haber una persona más seria? ¡Eres un dolor de cabeza!

Romantic: ¡Bueno, perdona si te molesta mi actitud! Pero si aún no lo has notado, ¡estoy lo suficientemente ocupado!

¡Tú eres quien debería irse y ponerse a trabajar también! En lugar de molestarme…

Ayato: Maldita sea, ¡deja de bromear! Puedes hacerlo en casa. ¡Date prisa y volvamos!

Romantic: ¡De ninguna manera!

Ayato: …Si sigues desafiándome así, ¡no seré tan comprensivo como lo soy ahora! Entonces, ¡no te conviene hacerme enojar!

Romantic: En casa siempre me molesta cierta persona pesada y no puedo trabajar… por eso lo hago en la escuela, ¡y lo seguiré haciendo!

Romantic: Si eso es lo que tanto quieres, tengo algo de mi almuerzo que no he comido... puedes comerlo si quieres.

Ayato: ¡Vámonos a casa ahora para que puedas alimentarme!

Pero por favor, Ayato-kun. En serio, tengo mucho trabajo que hacer. ¡Retírate!

Ayato: ...

Al hacerle esto a Ore-sama, crees que eres muy valiente, ¿eh?

Romantic: ( Parece molesto y visualmente decepcionado... )

( ...A veces, me pregunto si sería capaz de llevarme bien con Ayato-kun si él no fuera un vampiro, pero eso es imposible. )

Ayato: No me desagradan los chicos difíciles, pero tú...

( Cuando era pequeño los imaginaba de otra manera... pero claro, no era tan consciente de lo que significaba como ahora. )

( Y especialmente ahora es cuando me doy cuenta de lo que realmente son… )

Romantic: ——?

Ayato: Ni siquiera estás intentando complacerme.

Je, ¿realmente crees que voy a confirmarme con algo de tu estúpido almuerzo...?

Tal vez te escapaste de mí esa vez... ¡pero no te dejaré hacerlo ahora!

Romantic: ¡¿Eh...?!

Ayato: Si no estás dispuesto a cooperar, entonces... sólo tengo que hacerte sentir como tal, ¿verdad?

Romantic: ¡No...! ¡Ayato-kun...!

( ¡¿Q-qué debo hacer ahora...?! )

...¡A-Aléjate de mí!

Ayato: Ah, eso es todo... Ja, ja, ja.

¿Adónde crees que estás corriendo? Estamos solo tú y yo en esta habitación... No hay ningún otro lugar donde esconderse.

Romantic: Por favor, Ayato-kun... No me muerdas.

Ayato: Es tan linda. Esa expresión de desesperación. No pasa nada, ¿verdad?

Nunca he tenido la oportunidad de beber de un chico... Me pregunto cómo se siente eso.

Romantic: ( Mierda, me quedé paralizado... )

( ¿Realmente va a beber mi sangre? )

Ayato: ¿Mmm? Te invade el miedo porque no sabes cuándo te morderé, ¿verdad?

Aunque no puedes esperar a que lo haga...

Romantic: Mientes...

Ayato: Por favor, Chibimushi. No te hagas el fuerte. Después de todo, ya estás tan... necesitado.

Romantic: ¡Ah...! ¿Qué—?

Ayato: Oh, mira eso... Ese cuello tuyo realmente me está provocando sin ninguna marca.

...Esto es malo... En serio siento que estoy a punto de emborracharme sólo con el olor de tu sangre...

Romantic: N-no, yo... ¡eak!

Ayato: Haa... tienes un cuello sensible, ¿eh? Je, je.

Romantic: ( Basta, siento que está jugando conmigo... ¿por qué no me ha mordido todavía? )

¡Ah...! Nn.

Ayato: ¿Por qué no puedes ser tan obediente como ahora? Pareces un chico bastante inteligente...

Dime, ¿es esto lo que imaginabas?

Romantic: ——!

Ayato: Dejar que un vampiro como yo te chupe la sangre... ¿Es eso lo que soñaste antes de llegar aquí?

Romantic: ¡Eso es...!

Ayato: ¡Ja, ja, ja! Está bien, nerd pervertido...

Puedes dejar salir tu voz. Nn... Voy a disfrutar cada segundo de esto, sólo sé honesto contigo mismo... Ruégame que haga que duela aún más.

...De ahora en adelante, Ore-sama tomará cada parte de ti, y un poco más que eso. Mmm...

Romantic: ¡Hyaa...! Ah.

( D-duele... duele mucho...)

( Siento que mi hombro se está haciendo pedazos. Es un dolor punzante, constante... Yo... No sé cómo expresarme.)

Romantic: ...Nn...

Ayato: Mm... Ah...

——Es delicioso. ¿Qué es esto? Es más dulce que cualquier otra cosa que haya probado antes...

Ayato: Mirando tu cara retorcida por el dolor... Mm. Es tan bueno...

...Siento que podría devorarte entero, en un par de mordidas...

Romantic: ( Me... duele... Parece que está mordiendo aún más fuerte. )

( Por favor, no más... Siento que me voy a desmayar. )

Ayato-kun..., p-por favor, démonos un descanso...

Ayato: ¿Un descanso? Como si pudiéramos.

Además… haciendo esos dulces sonidos no pareces tan descontento.

Romantic: Pero... ya es suficiente...

Ayato: Haa… qué terco eres. Voy a hacer que dejes de decir cosas innecesarias.

Romantic: ¡Kyaa...! Nn... ¡Ah!

Ayato: ...Jaja. Mh... La sangre sigue fluyendo de tu cuello... no está mal, este olor...

Sólo un poquito más... Nn.

Romantic: ( M-mi... mi corazón... late tan rápido... )

¡Aagh...!

Ayato: ¡Oye...! ¡¿Qué rayos...?!

❁ㅤEl pelirrojo estiró el cuello hacia atrás y miró a los ojos del hombre nervioso con una expresión de perplejidad. Ayato parecía querer hablar de su repentina actitud, pero poco después de que Romantic cayera, el vampiro se encontró sosteniéndolo en sus brazos para protegerlo de una terrible caída.

Ayato: ¡Ups! ¿Quizás cruce la línea esta vez?

Maldita sea, parece que estás sufriendo. Pero ni siquiera bebí tanto...

Romantic: ¡H-haa...! Ah...

( Debe haber sido alguna reacción por la falta de sangre... M-me duele mucho el pecho. )

Ayato: Esto es raro, quiero decir... ni siquiera estoy lleno. ¿Estás seguro de que no me estás gastando una broma?

Romantic: ( Ya no me quedan fuerzas... no puedo moverme tanto... )

( Dejar a una persona en este estado... es muy cruel. )

...Te juro que no es broma, pero ya me siento mejor. Puedes dejarme ir ahora... ¡Ah!

Ayato: ¡Vaya, eres tan torpe, Chibimushi...! Incluso estás temblando como una hoja.

¿De verdad crees que te dejaré libre en este estado? O simplemente eres un masoquista.

Romantic: Es que... ahora me resulta difícil caminar. ¡Pero estoy seguro de que puedo hacerlo!

Ayato: Vamos, no sería nada gracioso si un demonio de clase baja te atacara. Deja ya de fingir.

Te dejaré apoyarte en mi hombro. Eres mi comida, ¡así que no te desmayes sólo porque has perdido una miseria de sangre!

Romantic: ( ¿Lo dice en serio...? )

...Sí tienes razón. Debería ir a tomar mi medicina.

Ayato: El olor de tu sangre es peligroso, ¿sabes? Nunca se sabe qué tipo de personas se acercarán a ti.

Romantic: ...Sí, claro... Qué considerado.

( ¡¿De quién es la culpa?! ¡No le conviene en absoluto ser «tan amable» ahora! Él acaba de chuparme la sangre, ¡pensé que iba a morir! )

Ayato: Entonces, considérate afortunado de poder estar en los brazos de Ayato-sama. ♪

Sólo por esta vez, será tu regalo de bienvenida, ¡jeje!

Romantic: ( Un vampiro bebió mi sangre... )

( No sé cómo sentirme... Todo pasó tan rápido, tan rápido que ya ni siquiera puedo decir si estoy a salvo... )

( Este trato me parece agradable, pero definitivamente no es genuino viniendo de Ayato-kun o de cualquier otro chupasangre. )

( ...Dios, ¿por qué tuve que entrar a esa mansión? Debería haberte escuchado. ¡Nunca volveré a dudar de mi instinto—! )

ーー FIN DEL DARK PROLOGUE ーー

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