#*dons raincoat*

[larrywerelastseeninthesameroom]

How long has it been since Louis and Harry were last seen in the same room at the same time?

It has been ZERO (0) days.

[onionstree]

Is this a safe space chat can I be cringe real quick

[deceit-and-knowledge]

ooc: worse. A child (custard visits :3 starting prompt)

It was a cold rainy day within the kingdom, after talking to sage, pure vanilla left to the main part of the castle, a long hallway connected to the entrance.

This would be the second time he heard a sudden, unexpected knock on the door. He opened the door gently, the old waffle door creaking as it does.

"hello?" He meekly asks, his voice slightly trembling as it's been a long day and it's only 3pm. He looks down, seeing the small stature king that is custard cookie the third, a small child that descends from pure vanilla's own royal staff and advisors. He has fluffy blonde hair and sparkling azure blue eyes, he's an adorable little kiddo. You wouldn't think such a child runs his own kingdom, planting himself on the throne and designating himself the very important responsibilities of a ruler.

He heavily admires pure vanilla and sees him as the father he misses so dearly. He warned this day would come where he would visit, however the "rude rain" wasn't planned.

"dad!" Custard beams, tackle hugging pure vanilla, whilst donning a now very wet raincoat as it's pouring down, his boots are covered in gross mud and overall nothing about him screams his majesty because the weather just had to be gloomy. He snuggles into him as pure vanilla cradles the little guy. He's shaking a little from the strangely cold weather the rain brought on. His dough a little soggy too. It looks like he slipped a few times and has some bruises and scrapes, all of which are covered in mud. It also looks like he tried to heal them but he mustn't have of casted the spell right.

Poor thing has been at war with nature. "Are you alright dear..?" Pure vanilla asks, to which custard nods. He just states he fell over in a few puddles because he slipped. He's also all alone so he had no one to take care of him, it's amazing he waltzed on over all by himself, no "strong guards" (his friends) to protect him. Besides the obvious he looks fine, he just needs to be dried off and given something more warm. Luckily pure vanilla always keeps clothes at the castle for him (and any young visitor's).

he leads the little one into the castle gates away from the cold air outside. "You really walked here all by yourself.. no wonder you took so long.." pure vanilla states with concern in his tone, solemnly looking down at the regal child, seeing himself in him but not in a particularly great way either.

as the two walk, they spot candy apple cookie, she instantly notices the new face. She glares at him and slithers over, looking at him a confused expression yet seething in the presence of "the stale wafer". "Hello!" She bows, with a grimace, she's mocking him. "Custard cookie the third~ my dear king!" Her voice has a venom to it, she hates the vanillian lineage. "You know, you aren't realllllyyy a king right? I mean.. aren't you a little too old for make believe? How old are you exactly.. what 15..1-" custard interrupts. "10!" He states proudly, instantly like a candle going out candy apple breaks.

"WHAT!?" she hisses with vitriol, learning she's in fact a really short teenage girl.

She scatters off presumably to complain to her brother.

"what was that about?" Custard snorts. "I'm not sure..that was candy apple cookie, she's a bit socially awkward..c'mon dear, let's get you warmed up and healed.."

Pure vanilla looks down at the ground in shame, realising he'll have to explain his strange living situation to this child. His relationship. His changes seem to be something he's noticed but doesn't care about, but the beast cookie part? The new form? How would he explain that to his son.

[bethelighthalazia]

Breakfast in bed

Summary:  What could turn a stormy and thunderous morning into the best morning of the week? This would be the only explanation of Jongho's actions on this Sunday morning.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: dad!Jongho x fem!reader

Word Count:  804

Warnings: very cute?, Jongho being a sweetheart, some fluff and cute domestic stuff 

[note: this fic is only partially beta´d. its also part of a miniseries for dad!ateez]

HJ, SH, YH, YS, S, MG, WY, JH

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

Sunday. A day in the week, on which you would get out of bed, prepare breakfast for your husband and daughter and then try to make them go for a walk through the park. Today however, you´re woken by a rumbling thunder. 

Groaning, you turn around under your blanket to wrap your arms around your husband, but only grasp nothing. Where was he? Had your daughter yelled for him because she was scared? Turning again, you looked at the alarm clock on your nightstand; 10:30 am already. What happened and where was Jongho?

You heard the main door close and a squeaked giggle from your daughter, have they been outside in this weather? “Shh, we don´t want to wake eomma, she went to bed late last night.” Jongho said quietly, you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. Slowly, you got up and wrapped yourself in your bathrobe, your footsteps almost not to be heard as you dragged yourself to the living area of the apartment. 

Neither of them noticed you watching, Jongho giggling quietly as he helped Byeol take off her muddy rubber boots and her little raincoat. Your three years old daughter truly comes after her dad, fearless and the cute nose scrunch when she laughs included. Before your daughter could run off, Jongho already picked her up, carrying her over to the bathroom, the grocery bags standing in the hallway. You quietly went and unpacked the groceries, listening to your husband and your daughter with a smile. Despite Jongho being an Idol, the three of you were living in a small apartment and it was wonderful, you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Jongho's voice, accompanied by the giggles of your daughter echo through the apartment and it makes your heart swell. “We only need one little towel for you, Byeol- no, no that's eomma’s we can't-” Your husband tries to negotiate with the still giggling three years old, he'll bend to all her wishes and whining in less than a second, you just knew it. “Okay, okay fine…you can have eomma's towel- not this? But- Byeol, wait!” You weren't able to hold back your laughter when he, once again, gave in to the wishes of his daughter, which the girl heard and promptly came running. The view of her, wrapped into his too big bathrobe and dragging your towel after her, just drew more laughter and a soft smile from you.

When Jongho finally caught up, he saw you standing there, the little girl on your hip, the towel in your other hand. He slowly approached you to press a soft kiss on your lips, but a tiny hand between your faces stopped him, causing his eyes to go wide. “Why, Byeol?” He asked the giggling girl, who just pouted. “Appa no kissy! My eomma, my appa. Only me kissy!” The pout still on her lips, Byeol leaned towards Jongho, both her hands on each side of your husband's face as she gave his face a squeeze. The laugh from you caused him to stare at you, his expression priceless. “Yah, don't laugh at me, y/n. I just want a kiss from you, jagiya!” He whined and you then leaned in to kiss him, which then caused Byeol to squeak and try to separate the two of you. 

“Eomaaa!” Byeol then whined and you gave her a surprised look, head tilted. “You nap! Appa me make food!” She explained and you couldn't hold back another little chuckle, before handing her back to your husband. “Okay fine, i´ll leave you two and go back to bed then. Make sure she doesn´t hurt herself, Jongho.” “Don't worry, love. Go and rest a little more.” He hums and when his lips pressed a last kiss to your forehead, you left for the bedroom again.

The sounds of kitchen utensils clattering and your husband and the little ball of joy that is your daughter let you doze off, making you sleep a dreamless sleep until you are woken by two kisses. There they were, Jongho wearing an apron and looking rather disheveled and exhausted and next to him was Byeol. They had brought a tray with breakfast, some pancakes, some savory bits and homemade orange juice. “Birthday eomma! Appa and Byeol made food!” Your daughter squeaked, pushing a picture into your hands as she climbed up onto the bed to cuddle with you. Jongho couldn't hold back a chuckle, it wasn't your birthday, and he did try to explain it to Byeol, yet, he also didn't want to lessen her joy of giving you gifts. And after all, he got to spend a wonderful morning baking and cooking with her for you. So, he made both of his most beloved girls happy, and that's what counts, right?

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Day 9: Raining

Don in a raincoat and boots to lift your day's mood 💖

[glitchingfluffster]

last year I said about wanting to write more about The Room au and in the end abandoned this idea altogether lmao

better late than never ig?

I'll put some thoughts and ideas + base information under the cut

warning: some of the content below can be mildly disturbing, so be careful

-everything is happening after splinter's death in vol. 4

Donatello's arc:

-don is shocked by the death of his father and not wanting to put up with it decides to resurrect him

-he leaves home and while traveling collects various volumes with rituals, in search of the most effective one of them

-comes across a small town in Maine and finds a book with a ritual of the 21 sacraments

-being a pacifist and hating murder, he weighs the pros and cons, drowning more and more in his own despair

-after a painful year of thinking and (slightly) going insane, don makes the only right (as it seemed to him) decision – to start the ritual

→first round: 10 hearts←

-after completing the first 10 murders he gets arrested by the police, leo finds out about this and unsuccessfully tries to get his brother out of prison, simultaneously asking why he did something so inexplicable

-don assures leo that everything is being done “for the greater good” and thanks him for being with him in his last days

-a couple of days later he kills himself by cutting the carotid artery with a metal spoon

-a couple more days later, residents of the south ashfield apartments are spreading rumors about a “strange alien” in a raincoat who dragged a bag soiled with something red into room 302 and disappeared

→second round←

-within several months the killings continued, police have no idea who is behind it but there is talk of a copycat because new bodies have the same markings as the previous 10 but none of them realized that instead of the number 1 there is a slash in the middle and thus the total number of victims is calculated

-investigations were carried out in room 302, but nothing unusual was noticed. the only thing is that someone said that not long ago a “funny-looking robot” moved in there, which also soon disappeared, and no one knows where

→third round←

main story starts here

Raphael's arc:

-soon after the funeral, raph begins to feel guilty about the past years and the way he behaved with his family and friends

-this puts a lot of pressure on him so he decides to leave home like don but unlike his younger brother his departure was sudden - one day leo saw a note on the fridge that said “I'm fine, don’t look for me.”

-he wanders around the country for several years, hears about don’s case on the news, but decides not to return even when he was arrested

-and then on one of the ordinary days of which there were hundreds and all similar to each other, he receives a text message from leo with the short “Today I got a call from the police. He killed himself.„

-the feeling of guilt has returned in double size and now clearly won't go away by traveling

-raph stops in the nearest town which ironically turns out to be south ashfield

-he doesn’t have much money on him and they offer him room 302 cheaply

-the apartment is not bad and raph thinks for a while why they could reduce the price so much. until the nightmares started. and then one day he couldn’t leave the room because of chains that appeared on the door

-it seems he found the answer to his question

Michelangelo's arc:

-when don committed suicide, mike was always next to leo because it seemed to him that if he left him alone something irreparable would definitely happen again

-don's death had a strong impact on his psychological state, but he decided to control himself for the sake of his older brother, who needed support

-after april’s alarming call he immediately went to south ashfield but the trip was fruitless

-seeing how leo looms near the door of apartment 302 24/7 forgetting about sleep and food, mike decides to move into the neighboring 303, so that if something happens he will be the first to know about raph's situation

-one day he hears a knock on the door and finds a don at the entrance, which looks alive and absolutely fine

-donatello tries to "shut" mike up and take him somewhere, but raphael intervenes, furiously attacks don and covers his younger brother

-mike passes out from unbearable pain and wakes up already bandaged in the hospital

-terribly frightened, he hides in a corner and looks with horror at the opening door of the room

-this is raph, and two of them are going to have a very long conversation about what happened earlier

Leonardo's arc:

-leo considered himself a good leader and if not always good, but a worthy older brother

-when don left, he let him go with a heavy heart, as when don told him that he wanted to remain alone in northampton, but thought that it would be better this way

-but when raph left he was already wary and began to think that he was doing something wrong. in general leo continued to live a normal life, but fears and panic slowly began to creep into his head

-and then one morning he saw a headline on the news and a familiar face in a photo: “The killer of 10 people, Donatello Hamato is finally arrested!”

-and then leo’s heart sank. why did it happen? how did it come to this? where did they go wrong? maybe don needed help, but he didn’t notice? perhaps he should have imposed himself then and not let him go? an endless stream of thoughts rushed in a circle non-stop, slowly driving the poor guy insane

-he came to him during his arrest. every day he sat with him and talked, tried to find out the reason, but to every question don calmly assured leo, that he would soon understand everything and it was “definitely worth it.”

-a week later he was gone. police said that the next day he was supposed to have a court hearing, where with one hundred percent certainty he would have been found guilty. “to some extent he did a service to himself and to the world.” leo felt sick

-the passage of time disappeared from his life for the next few months right until april's call, she was babbling something indistinctly in a panic, it took over an hour to understand at least part of what had happened

-“<...> donnie was there but there was something wrong with him, his gaze....leo, I’ve never seen anything like this. as if he was looking through me. and...a-and he said strange things, that he needed to complete the ritual.....he said that he had to kill me! that it is his duty! what did he mean?..„

-then she talked about how raphael was also there, how he saved her from donatello and how he helped her get out of that strange dimension, how she wanted to leave with him, but he decided to stay

-leo and mike went to south ashfield, trying to find as much information as possible about the apartments and room 302 in particular, but most they could find were only rumors, which also varied from one person to another

-one thing was definitely clear: the door to room 302 did not open no matter what was done to it

-a week later leo’s despair reached its peak, he sat near the threshold for days on end, forgetting about sleep and food. how can he even live like nothing's happened when his little brother is stuck in god knows where!? who knows what happened to him, maybe he’s wounded or maybe he’s dying and leo can’t help him

-then mike offered to move into room 303. not wanting to let his last brother go away leo grabbed him, begging not to do this, almost breaking into a scream, but mike convinced him that everything would be okay and that if something happened, he wouldn’t just go without a fight.

-a couple of days later he picked up the phone and casey’s voice on the other end told him, “I came in today to check on mikester and there’s a lot of blood in the apartment but he’s not there...he disappeared, leo.”

-apparently it’s time to bring up the documents on donatello’s case once again

[a-bit-too-silly]

Would you maybe do a drabble about regressed Logan being fussy about having to take a bath, maybe with CG Wade?

of course! I decided to have a bit of an inconsistent narrator cus Wade talks right to the reader sometimes. Hope this is alright! :]

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If there's one thing Logan *isn't* known for, it's his cleanliness. He takes care of himself most of the time. He's half good at that don't get this twisted, dear reader. But.. well, he's not particularly neat. We'll put it that way.

When he's big he's always getting covered in sweat, grime, blood, ash, he's really the type to roll around in mud like a dog if he thinks it'll make him feel better. 'Feral' is a good word to describe him, even when he's not gone into one of his berserker rages. But when he's little, it's.. yeah, it's the same story. Maybe a bit less blood and no ash since I wouldn't- ehh... *nobody* would let that little guy smoke anything. Not even his beloved cigars. Thankfully he's found some other ways to satiate that oral fixation of his, even if it does mean the occasional bite on the arm every now and then.

Regardless of what he decides to sink those little chompers into, he still manages to get himself coated in just about everything he comes across.

Mud? Oh-ho, definitely. No use in putting him in his raincoat and boots since he'd prefer to stomp around in every puddle barefoot anyway.

Food? You know it. You could be feeding him as neatly as possible only to turn your back for a moment and find some mashed avocado in his eyebrow.

Dust from the floor? Yep. Paint? Sure. Crayons? Somehow, yeah. Blue fur from Kurt? Mhm. Don't get me started on the jam incident. That sweet honey badger found his way into the cabinets.. the evidence of that massacre still stains those poor porous countertops.

I'll hand it to him, he's talented.

Unfortunately... bath time is his worst enemy. Maybe it has something to do with the experimentation, that'd make the most sense. Maybe it's his tendency to sink. Maybe he just prefers to be a stinky little gremlin. It's not exactly my place to ask. He's often too little or too tired to stay standing long enough for a shower, and sponge baths aren't really an option.

With background info out of the way, let's get back to the problem at hand.

-

"Cmon peanut, I made sure to put in the bubbles you like! They're yellow!" Wade says with a small gesture towards the tub. "Al! Tell him they're yellow!"

"You really think I'd be more convincing than you?" She calls from the other room almost incredulously. - oh, right. *Blind* Al.. yeah.. maybe not the best at identifying colors. - Wade looks out the door of the bathroom in the general direction of where Al is seated, minding her business.

"See? Al likes how yellow they are." He says in spite of everything, "Do you want to get in the tub now, munchkin?"

"no. No bat-time." Logan, as little as he is right now, scowls. It doesn't have the intended effect, but Wade lets out a dramatic groan anyway. Toddlers.. can't be reasoned with.

"Unfortunately not how this works, kiddo." Wade says, crouching down next to the tub where Logan has firmly planted himself against the tile. He's no longer wearing his top, seeing as it was an unfortunate bystander to some sticky pancakes and cubed meats. All chopped up nice and small so Logan wouldn't choke but big enough that he could chew on em a decent bit.

"Don' need ta." The adamantium boned toddler huffs in response, "'m not dirty."

"no, but you are sticky, kiddo. And you were playing outside with Storm earlier so I bet you got a bit icky there too." This only makes Logan's scowl firmer. The once little pout growing in such a way that makes Wade's heart ache. If it weren't for the fact that Al would definitely nag him about Logan's sticky fingers, face, chest, shoulders... Logan's general *stickiness*, he doubts he'd ever manage to get the rascal to ever bathe.

"Papa get in first." He said firmly, pointing to the tub like he's the one calling the shots. Which he is. Wade is a weak weak man for his grumpy little guy. "'n no dunking."

'Dunking' in this case stands for dipping the little guy's head under water. Wade would never, but it gets mentioned at least once per bath time. Upon hearing the statement, Wade throws up his hand in a solemn oath.

"Scouts honor." Now, Wade has never been a boy scout, but he's also never been one for hurting kids so the promise still stands. With that, he slips out of his slippers and rolls his sweatpants up to his knees so he hopefully won't get too soaked, and he sits down on the edge of the tub. The water in the tub isn't too deep, only reaching up to around the middle of Wade's calf, with another few inches on top of thick yellowy foam from the bath bomb Logan relished in watching dissolve.

Still reluctant, Logan watches as Wade sits on the edge of the tub for a while. And Wade lets him. It's a slow process, always is, but after a few minutes of pouty glaring Logan tugs off the last of his clothes then clambers up into the tub with a bit of help from Wade. Just to ensure he doesn't slip. The water is still nicely warm despite the slow process, maintained by frequent touchups of hot water and lifting up the plug to let out the cold.

"Good job, peanut." Wade says softly as he grabs an old cup, bright red in color and decorated with a variety of stickers, and starts to ladle water over Logan's shoulders. He's learned the hard way that Logan has the 'if my head gets wet in a dry room I will shake until it's dry' reflex, so hair washing stays until the end.

Logan is quiet and stiff, letting out the occasional whine despite himself. Seems he's on the silent treatment side of the spectrum rather than the 'giving a cat a bath' side. It's almost worse, but Wade knows he'll perk back up once things are done.

So he starts to gently scrub the sticky syrup and dirt from Logan's hands, meeting his eye as best he can. His little one is sulking, lip still pouted out, eyes downcast and sad.

"Bath time is no fun, I know, my sour faced friend." Wade sighs, "anything that could make it better, bubbie?"

Logan stays quiet for a while, only moving when Wade needs to reach somewhere to clean. "No."

"mmm." Wade mumbles, taking the removable showerhead off of its holder so he can quickly rinse off Logan, getting his hair and rinsing off the soap. "Just a moment.."

"done?"

"Yep. All done, honeybun." He says as he stands up to grab a towel from the shelf, that earns him some grabby hands and a desperate search for 'uppies'. Which he gladly satisfies after bundling him up in a towel. Yeah, I can pick him up. Adamantium skeletoned 300+ pound toddler? No biggie. "Let's get you in some jammies and maybe you can convince Nana Al to let you put on a movie. That sound good, bubsicle?"

Logan nestles his head into the crook of Wade's neck and nods a little, his limbs clinging to Wade like a koala clings to a tree. He's really not used to being picked up, regardless of how much he asks for it.

"And then Papa pool is gonna make some chicken nuggets and fries and we're gonna forget all about that icky horrible bath." Wade continues as he carries Logan to the bedroom, patting his back occasionally.

"Dino shapes?" Logan asks quietly.

"Oh, definitely. That makes em more nutritious." Wade scoffs, pulling out a pair of comfortable flannel pants and a T-shirt that still manages to be baggy even on Logan's broad frame. The faded pattern still clearly reads 'Bambi' with the titular character looking up at a butterfly while sitting in a bed of flowers. It's a favorite of his, and maybe Wade has been messing with continuity to make sure it never wears out. Maybe. Come on, every one needs their recognizable outfits!

Logan dresses himself with only a touch of help with the socks. Then he does that silly toddler walk, the one where its more stomps than normal footfalls, off towards Al with Wade following close behind.

[battlngsunlight]

there was no sign of the sun as we navigated our way down the streets of Nashville chubby raindrops dribbled off the chins of grey clouds above and onto our heads, yet the sidewalks still flowed with schools of people both coming and going, both fast and slow, some donning raincoats, some umbrellas, others were packed like sardines in every bar we peered into and in each one, hungry artists pled their case behind their microphones and guitars, their voices sailing out, desperate to reach the ears of passersby, the back of your hand bumped into the back of mine and our fingers instantly laced together, such a simple touch yet it carried enough voltage to jumpstart my heart and for a split second everything paused around us, I turned my head in slow motion and saw you standing there beside me, you looked just like forever and as time slowly caught back up to itself, the way it always does again, the people poured by and the cars swam by and the music continued to spill all over everything, and I found myself walking hand in hand beside you thinking in repetition, through all the commotion, please, don’t let this be a mirage.

[somber-sapphic]

Dish Water

〘Prompt 18- "Wear Your Coat, You'll Catch a Cold."〙

〘Notes- Here we are, prompt 18! Don't ask about the title. We all know its bad.〙

〘Summary- Natasha gets caught in the rain while picking up takeout.〙

〘Word Count- 850〙

〘Pairing- Sick Natasha x Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

“Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.” You called after Natasha, flashing the redhead a happy grin. She laughed and rolled her eyes, turning back to smile at you.

“It’s 60 degrees out, I think I’ll live.” She teased in return, shutting the door behind her in a twirl. You chuckled quietly to yourself as you turned back to the soapy dishwater in the sink, amused with your dumb joke.

Science had clearly proven no correlation between not wearing a coat and getting sick. If it had been colder hypothermia was certainly on the table, but not a cold or the flu. Depending on who you ask hypothermia could be worse, but Nat would simply glare at any illness until it went away. She was cool like that.

You began to hum as you cleaned the dishes, wrinkling your nose as you rinsed out a water bottle which had held what smelled like a very old smoothie. It was your turn to clean the dishes accumulated by the Avengers over the week and you were unfortunate enough to have the grossest set since the chore was put in place.

That didn’t matter though, because Natasha was picking up pizza and soon enough the two of you would be cuddled up on the couch with hot, greasy food and a scary movie.

You wanted to watch a wholesome Halloween movie (The Corpse Bride specifically), but your girlfriend had insisted on a Scream marathon. You didn’t care though, all that mattered was spending time with her.

These last few months had been so incredibly stressful. The moment that she had gotten back from a three-week mission, you had been sent out for surveillance that required you to live in what was practically a shack in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. You spend two months there, seeing no action and hearing nothing of the woman you loved. It had been lonely, very lonely.

But now, it was okay. Given that you were the two sent on the longest missions Steve and Fury had agreed that you would each get at least a month home together, barring any emergencies that came up. Figuring that there would be at least one said emergency, Natasha and you were determined to take up this time doing couple-y things. Tomorrow it would be a movie, the day after a pottery class. Domestic stuff.

You finished with the dishes and dried your hands on the cloth, mildly alarmed by the amount of water covering your shirt. You always flung water around while completing that particular chore, but you thought you’d been careful enough this time. The soaking hem of your shirt told a different story.

With a sigh, you pulled it off and headed for the laundry room, certain that you had at least one left over from the load you’d forgotten to fold earlier.  

No sooner than you donned a fresh shirt, one smelling of lavender and Nastasha, did you hear a door close and a loud sneeze. You hurriedly tugged the shirt the rest of the way on and checked your watch as you padded out to the kitchen to investigate.

Standing in the doorway was Natasha, dripping wet and shaking like a leaf. The raincoat that she’d apparently grabbed was draped over the pizza box carried in one hand, her face buried in the crook of her other elbow. When she looked up at you, you could see the guilt in her eyes.

When she pulled her head away you could see the redness of her nose and the pout set on her plump red lips.

“Natty! Babe, I told you to wear it!” You said in a rush, sliding across the tile in your sock clad feet. Unfortunately, you had misjudged your speed and collided with her. It was only her quick reflexes that allowed you, the pizza and herself to all remain standing.

“It j-just started p-pouring, I didn’t want the-the food to get r-r-ruined.” Natasha spat out, her teeth chattering so hard that you could barely make out what she was saying. You huffed and took the box from her, setting it on the counter with the raincoat falling to the side.

The box was safe, of course it was. There was not a single dark spot on the cardboard concealing your dinner, but the woman you planned to share it with had been reduced to a sniveling mess in front of you.

“Okay love, forget the pizza. You need a warm shower and some chicken soup.” You said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist. Natasha tried to pull away, protesting about how she was getting you wet. It was true, but you didn’t care. One more change of shirt wouldn’t kill you.

“Come on Tasha, lets get you warmed up.” You kissed the side of her head, allowing yourself a smile when she laid her head against you. You may have been standing, but she had melted against you, half convincing you that if you let go, she would collapse.

In that moment, you decided that next time you would not be joking when you told her to wear a coat.

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THE HALLOWEEK OF HURT: DAY ONE

Persevere- K.B x gn! reader

All right! Day one of the second year of this event, and a little bit has changed! First off, the title for the event--I recognize that while I am good for a bit of angst from time to time, a lot of what I aim for to be angst turns into hurt/comfort somewhere along the way.

Requests are open, but their closing deadline is changing--if you look at my bio, you'll see that requests are slated to close on the 10th of next month. To accommodate for myself and allow myself a bit more time to work on requests for my other account as well as write as much as I need to for my NaNoWriMo project, they're going to close on the 3rd of November instead. As such, fall event requests are open until the second. Requests not pertaining to the fall event will be open on the 3rd and close midnight AST on the fourth.

Fic type- angst and hurt/comfort

Warnings- none

On the first day of October, you woke to the sound of thundering Ketterdam rain as it pelted furiously against your window. It was the first of the autumn season and certainly not the last of it.

The downpour was the kind of rain that drove most indoors, ruined plans, made nights out ones punctuated by rain and wet feet as people ran from one club to the next.

Ketterdam was different to most other cities in Kerch, though. The rain never drove the locals back indoors because the rain was something that they were used to and for most, the only combative measures they felt the need to take were the act of putting on a suitable raincoat and grabbing the largest umbrella in their collection, as well as being sure to avoid the puddles when they stepped out of their homes and went about their nights.

You had a particular fondness for days just like that one. That day, particularly, was setting out to be the kind of day that set the scene for the rest of the month.

When it rained, it poured, and if the first day was to be of an indication as to how the rest of the month would go, the citizens of Ketterdam were in for a rainy October indeed.

That also meant that the Barrel was in for a treat, for the pigeons came aplenty in the autumn months and the rain would keep them inside the gambling dens longer than they would've stayed had there been sun.

October in and of itself had never meant much to you--sure, you loved the way that Ketterdam got during the fall and the way that it would stay until the city found itself within the throes of winter, but the month in and of itself had never really held any significance other than the fact that autumn meant rain and you had always held a particular fondness for rainy days.

That day was to be different, though, and it was to be different because you'd gotten home from a heist only the day before. You'd woken at nine that morning after getting home twelve hours before and resting two weeks worth of exhaustion and stress away after so many sleepless nights.

You lit a candle to combat the darkness of the room, the darkness that would've been long gone by that point had the day been sunny.

You debated going downstairs, where most residents of the Slat would be if they hadn't gone to Fifth Harbor to eat and watch the ever-so invisible Council of Tides control the flooding from the sea into the streets.

It would practically be a ghost town between those who'd crossed the street looking to gamble at the Crow Club due to its place so close to the Slat, those who'd dared to don a raincoat and grab an umbrella to go to Fifth Harbor, and those in the Slat who'd taken the day for what it was--a day to exist all comfy and cozy in their rooms, with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book.

You chose to stay in your room in the end, making sure you had a box of matches for when the power inevitably went out and you needed to have more than just one candle lit.

You grabbed a book from one of the set of five shelves that lined the wall across from your bed and set to reading, sighing a bit when you heard the all-too-familiar sound of a knock against your door.

"I'm not going to say no to you, Brekker," you said. "You and I both know that now. The door is unlocked if you find it within yourself to dare enter this room."

Kaz did dare and he entered with a smirk on his face, leaning heavily against his cane as he moved. For a moment, you wondered just how terribly his leg was handling the storm, but you forced your gaze to the book you were reading and tried not to think anything of the way he was gripping the head of his cane or the tilt of his body in the direction of his bad leg.

"How bad is it?" The words befell your lips before you could stop them, but you just laughed a bit at yourself and moved on. "The leg. How are you handling the storm?"

"It could be better," Kaz said. "A medik on the team brought pain medications to me last week. Vowed never to take them."

"You'll find that you need to," you said. "You're not immune from having weaknesses, Brekker. Everyone has to have at least one or they're not human."

Kaz sighed. "I know," he said.

It had felt like forever since you'd last had a genuine, full conversation with him.

In reality, the last full conversation you'd had had been in July and it was the first of October.

You were sitting in your bedroom, a book in your lap, a candle lit atop your dresser with the rain pelting against your window and acting in the place of music.

Kaz was standing across from you and looking at you like you were the love of his life but he would never acknowledge that.

"The rain has started," Kaz said.

"And according to reports, it is to continue for the next six days with only a couple of hours to give the city a break," you said. "And it is autumn, Kaz. You have spoken a grand total of thirty words to me since our last conversation three months ago--I've counted. Why talk to me now if you seemed perfectly content in never talking to me again, outside of the obligations of our jobs?"

Kaz paused, looking from you to the ground. You caught a glimpse of hopelessness, a there-and-then-not flash of the emotion within the watery depths of his blue-eyed gaze.

"We've talked," he said.

"No," you shook your head. "We haven't, and I know you think that love is weakness but I cannot do this any longer. I cannot keep waiting and hoping that someday you will see that people care about you and they are allowed to care about you, because I have known you since we were fifteen and in the four years that have passed since we met, I have realized that such a day will never come. You, Kaz Brekker, will never view love as anything but weakness when it is in fact the opposite."

Kaz swallowed. "So you're still in love with me, then?"

"I fell in love with you January of the year we took on the Ice Court and I have found it completely and utterly impossible to do anything but love you in the years that've passed since then."

"And the storm--the pain it brings, has not changed that?" You could sense that the words had a double meaning, a turn of phrase of which Kaz was not so fond.

The storm that came with loving him. The pain that was constantly brought on by the fact that the love you felt was something that Kaz never reciprocated. The complete and utter shock he felt when he acknowledged that through all of it, you still loved him--that you would love him through anything, you would love him until the sun set in his life for the last time and you would love him when his soul moved from one world to the next.

"I will love you until I have taken my last breath, Kaz. I have tried to understand why I am so deeply in love with you since I first realized, but I have not understood it yet. I will love you no matter how long the storm continues, I will love you through the pain and just to spite it," you said. "Even though you do not love me back--and if you do, you are too afraid of others turning that into leverage--I will love you far longer then it is worth. "

"And if this love persists?" Kaz asked. You wanted to punch him in the face for daring to ask it. He was treating how you felt about him like something that could be handled in a hospital room, like something that could be removed with a simple surgery that you would've been out of within the hour, but it was different. Love was always different.

"I really, genuinely, should hate you," you said. "I really should, but I don't. I can't. I do hate you to an extent, I suppose, but only on the nearly irrelevant basis of the fact that hating you is impossible for me after knowing you so long."

Kaz turned his gaze to the ground again. You wished that you could've slapped yourself in the face because of course you had fallen for the one person who could never, ever love you in turn.

"Will you leave?" Kaz asked, his voice breaking for what must've been barely half a second. "If the way that you feel about me persists, will you leave Ketterdam behind?"

"Do you want me to?" You asked. "Because sometimes, I look at you and I find that, if someone were to try to convince me that you loved me in return, I would believe them just based on what you think nobody sees in your gaze. Sometimes you--you look at me like I am to be the love of your life and you cannot stand the thought of having a love so great because you cannot stand the thought of weakness."

"Will you go?" Kaz asked.

"If you ask me to leave, I will be gone by nightfall," you said. "Ask me to go, and I'll do it. I'll just go, leave not a trace that I ever existed, for your convenience. Tell me to leave, Kaz."

Kaz bit his lip, looked up to the window and watched raindrops collide with the glass before sliding down it. He would not tell you to go because he wanted you to stay. He just wouldn't tell you that he wanted you to stay unless you asked him because there was a weight in his chest, weighing his entire body down along with it and he was sure that someday, unless something happened and Kaz moved on or you did, it would kill him.

"Tell me to leave," you repeated. "Tell me to go and I am gone without a trace, but I will not leave unless you would like me to, because frankly I have traveled quite a lot since I lost my family, and in all of that, I have found that Ketterdam is the place that suits me best. I am only willing to go if you tell me you'd like to see me gone."

"I can't," Kaz whispered. "I can't do that."

"Is that because you would like me to stay?"

"The very thought of you leaving kills me," Kaz said. "I don't--"

"Loving others is a weakness," you said. "Or--at least the admittance of it is a weakness to you. That's fine. I don't need you to say it, Kaz."

Kaz met your gaze.

Finally, he met your gaze.

Moments of silence passed. You got up and lit another candle as the sound of the rain grew more intense. Kaz moved to your bookshelves, busying himself with the act of scanning the titles on the spines.

You sat down again, debated going downstairs to get some tea. Silence enveloped the two of you, but it was comfortable, just as the silences between the two of you had always been.

"So you still love me, then?" Kaz whispered, his words barely audible in the light of the din.

"Yes," you said.

"And the storm--the pain it brings, will not change that?"

"No."

"That is a dreadful existence."

"It is a dreadful existence indeed but it is one through which I will persevere. It is one through which I have always persevered. I might go if I please, but--"

"Stay," Kaz whispered. "Please, Y/N. Don't go."

You watched Kaz turn around and head for the door. When one of his hands was on the handle, he paused.

"I do care about you," he said. "I've been in love with you since before the Ice Court. I just cannot handle the idea of the way I feel having you turned into leverage."

"I will persevere if such is to happen," you said. "Perseverance is what I'm good at. I promise, Kaz. Love does not always have to end in loss, and with us I know that it won't."

"Am I meant just to take your word for that?"

"You are," you said with a nod. "For what it is worth--I love you too. I will love you until you finally start to see love for what it is."

"Strength?"

"Strength indeed," you said. "Go rest your leg, Kaz. You can barely stand as it is. Another minute and I'll get Pim to get you a healer."

Kaz left, and you went back to reading, trying to force your heart to stop racing as you refocused your attention to the book in your lap.

[shi-after-hours]

curent information gathered on "The Fox Hunt" with the help of Director Don, Ishmael, and Foxcliff

yes, im calling it that.

Foxcliff's raincoat appears to be called "Sunshower." it is a form of "E.G.O.", a term i have not yet heard yet.

The Erlkings stated goal appears to be the death of all Heathcliffs, and to alieviate someone known as "Catherine" through this.

Foxcliff seemed to have called the hit upon himself as a method of baiting the Erlking to his location. furthermore, Director Don and Ishmael where specificly requested.

"Catherine" appears to be a former lover of Heathcliff. no further comment could be attained.

the Heathcliff of The Shi may or may not have been the romantic partner of Ishmael. such a thing may be why he specificly was targeted. as of right now, Foxcliff is currently in Shi Custody. (IE: I currently have him locked in my bedroom closet until i find a better place for him. all sharp objects have been removed from his reach.) if I can I will allow for him to be reached on comment for future events.

[demonangelgirl134]

Clue. Care bears villains edition

Part 1: The blackmailing dinner party.

It all started on a dark stormy night. Six of the felonious foes of the loved by all care bears, Bluster, Noheart, King Beastly, Shreeky, Professor Coldheart, and Beastly each received an identical letter.

"You have been invited to the first annual dinner party get-together of those who are constantly thwarted by those good for everything CARE BEARS. Bring no weaponry, magic potions/items, or minions unless they are also invited, and meet at 8:45 pm at Carenot Manor. It will be to your advantage to be present on this date. Because Mr. Dark Heart will bring an end to a certain long-standing, confidential, and painful financial liability.

Signed.. A fellow enemy of the care bears. "

They were a suspicious at first, but none of them could pass the opportunity to figure out how to defeat the care bears. So they all dressed up in suits and dresses, got directions, and made their ways to Carenot Manor.

Meanwhile, at the manor, the butler, Nicolas, a young red-haired man with red eyes, was going around, making sure everything was prepped and ready for the guests, the maid, Charlotte, a young brunette woman with a French accent was cleaning wine glasses in the library, and the cook, Mrs. Don was sharpening knives, getting ready to prepare dinner.

Just then, the first guest arrived. It was Bluster, The leader of the bad crowd. A race of purple monsters that represent hate, trouble, and evil that inhabit the dark side of the silver lining.

His partner, Robbie, dropped him off at the manor. His raincoat was getting drenched in the rain the second he got out of the car and started walking toward the front door. He then rang the doorbell, and Nicolas came down and opened the door for him.

"Hey, is this Carenot Manor? I got this weird invitation to a get-together here. " Bluster asked, pulling his invitation out of his pocket and holding it up.

"Of course, Sir. My name is Nicolas. The butler. " Nicolas replied formally. "You must be Bluster. Come on inside, and the maid will get you anything you want."

"Sweet!" Bluster said. He then turned and gave a thumbs up to Robbie, and she then drove away as Bluster followed Nicolas inside.

"Would you like me to take your coat, sir?" Nicolas asked.

"Yeah, sure." Bluster replied

Nicolas took Bluster's coat and hung it up on the rack then led him to the library, where Charlotte offered him a drink.

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Nicolas went to answer it. This time at the door, it was Noheart. A dark warlock in a purple robe that lived in a castle inside a stormcloud, whose main goal against the care bears is to wipe out all love and caring to make it easier to rule the world.

"Hello. I've received an invitation to a dinner party at Carenot Manor." Noheart calmly stated, looking down at Nicolas.

The meeting was the same as the one with Bluster. Nicolas invited him inside, took his coat, and led him to the library with Bluster, though accidentally hitting Bluster with the door on the way in and not even noticing.

A few minutes later after Noheart arrived, the third guest arrived. It was King Beastly. The leader of his race, and unlike all the other villains at the party, he lived in the Forest of Feelings, and only wanted to cause mischief instead of wiping the care bears out.

He couldn't reach the doorbell, so instead, he knocked. Nicolas opened the door, looked around for a second, looked down, and finally noticed him.

"Is this Carenot Manor?" King Beastly asked, holding up his invitation.

"Yes. Right this way, your majesty."

Nicolas invited him in, hung up his raincoat for him, and led him to the library with the others. This time, Bluster got away from the door.

"May I present King Beastly, everyone." Nicolas announced.

Noheart looked at King Beastly in confusion.

"What? You got a problem, warlock?" King Beastly snapped as he saw Noheart staring at him.

Noheart slowly turned his head away and took a drink of the wine Charlotte poured for him. He was confused because King Beastly had the exact same name as his assistant Beastly, but looked nothing like him.

Soon after that, the fourth guest, Professor Coldheart arrived. And the meeting was the exact same as the other two.

And finally, the last two guests Noheart's assistant, Beastly, and niece, Shreeky arrived. They took longer than their boss/uncle, Noheart to arrive since they can't teleport like he can, so they had to fly Beastly's helicopter bicycle through the storm to the manor. Once Nicolas invited them in, hung up their raincoats, and led them to the library with the others. Beastly's eyes met with King Beastly, and there seemed to be tension building between them. It was almost like they knew each other.

Charlotte offered them both a drink, and everyone chatted for a bit, introducing themselves. Just then, the cook rang the dinner bell, startling everyone and Beastly to accidentally splash wine on King Beastly.

They cleaned up and went to the dining room, where they each sat down at the chairs marked with their names, leaving one chair at the very end of the table empty. The one marked for the host of the gathering.

Charlotte and the cook soon served everyone dinner of soup and monkey brains.

King Beastly couldn't help but compliment the cook and say that it was one of his favorite recipes.

They were given permission to start eating before the host arrived. At one point, lightning struck near the house, startling half the guests and nearly causing a few to choke. A few minutes later, Nicolas walked in through the door.

"Lady and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please." He announced as everyone looked up at him. "Presenting, the host of this gathering... the first ever enemy of the care bears, dating back to when they were all still little cubs... Dark Heart."

With that, a tall man in a dark red cloak with a long dark beard and mop of hair slowly walked into the room and wickedly smiled at everyone, that mixed with his rugged appearance, making them all freeze in sudden fright at the sight of him. Even Noheart. "Hello, Hello, hello everyone! Welcome to this little gathering I've put together!" He announced in a menacing, amused, spine-chilling tone as he sat down at the chair at the very end of the table.

Shreeky was the first one to break the silence and spoke to Dark Heart. "OK, so if you're the host of this gathering, then I demand to know why exactly you've dragged us all over here."

Dark Heart's face grew into a malicious grin by her question. "I'm so very glad you asked, little lady." He replied. He then turned to Nicolas standing next to him. "Nick, would you kindly fill them all in?"

Nicolas stood up straight and formally. "I'm sure we all know that we have all received a letter." He said, pulling out a wad of paper and unfolding it. "Mine says;

"You have been invited to the first annual get-together of those who are constantly thwarted by those good for everything CARE BEARS. Bring no weaponry, magic potions/items, or minions unless they are also invited, and meet at 8:45 pm at Carenot Manor. It will be to your advantage to be present on this date. Because Mr. Dark Heart will bring an end to a certain long-standing, confidential, and painful financial liability. Signed, a fellow enemy of the care bears "

"Hey, I got a letter like that, too!" Bluster said, pulling out his letter from his coat pocket and holding it up.

Everyone else did the same. It seemed like everyone had gotten identical letters.

"It appears we all did. " Noheart added, setting his down on the table.

"I also got a letter." Dark Heart smugly commented.

"Yours wouldn't have happened to say the same thing, did it?" Nicolas asked Dark Heart.

Dark Heart paused, his smile not falling an inch. "Not exactly." He sneered

The room fell back into silence. Everyone except Dark Heart and Nicolas growing suspicious and uneasy.

Breaking the silence, Nicolas suggested that they all return to the study to discuss matters of why they're here. Everyone agreed, all just wanting to know if this was or was not a waste of time. In the study, Nicolas sat everyone down and spoke.

"OK. First things first." He said. " You all have two things in common; You're all foes of the care bears, and you're all being blackmailed. "

Everyone except Dark Heart suddenly froze in shock at the word, Blackmailed.

Nicolas continued. " For some considerable time, you've all been serving as worthy opponents and challenges that keep those bears on their toes, and all of you have been paying for what you can afford, or in some cases, more than you can afford, to someone who threatens to expose you and the secrets on how to defeat you for good. And none of you know who's blackmailing you. Don't you?"

"Wh-What!? Wait, I can't be blackmailed! I've never done anything wrong!" King Beastly exclaimed in a shaking voice. " Or.. well, nothing too serious, anyway."

Nicolas paused and stared blankly at King Beastly before turning back to everyone else. "Does anyone else wish to deny it?" He asked calmly.

Nobody answered.

"Very well." Nicolas continued. " As everyone here is in the same boat, I'm sure there'll be no harm in revealing some details. And my instructions are to do so. Thank you, Charlotte. "

Charlotte, who was standing in front of the door to the study, then nodded and calmly left the room, leaving for the Billiard room.

"Don't you think you might spare us all this humiliation?" Noheart calmly commented.

" I'm sorry. " Nicolas replied, picking up some papers from the desk. He then calmly walked toward Professor Coldheart, standing in front of the mantle. "Professor Coldheart. You are an ice sorcerer who was the second enemy of the care bears. "

"Yes?" Coldheart solemnly replied.

"Your goal was to freeze the forest of feelings and turn it into your new kingdom while also tormenting earth children, stealing their warmth and caring, and even turning a few into your mindless minions."

Everyone paused and stared at Coldheart. Not even Noheart would go that far when it came to the children of earth.

"Um.. I-I can explain." Coldheart stammered.

"No need. " Nicolas replied as he turned his attention to King Beastly. "Your majesty. Your crimes against the care bears were not to get rid of caring or dominate the world. Instead, they were simply to just be a plain nuisance, stealing little things, pulling pranks, attempting to ruin their friendships, and being a bad influence on the earth children they bring to the forest of feelings. Which is fair because your species is known for naturally being troublemakers in the Forest of Feelings. "

"See, I told you I've never done anything serious!" King Beastly said.

"You live in the Forest of Feelings!?" Shreeky shockingly exclaimed

Nicolas continued. " But, you have committed a crime that negatively and heavily impacted someone's life that didn't involve the bears; You banished them from your kingdom for no reason other than accidentally starting a forest fire. Which, by the way, wasn't even them who started it. And to make matters worse, it was your own younger brother. "

Beastly (Noheart's assistant) went especially quiet from hearing that, and he bitterly sulked, looking at the floor, his face falling into a scowl, but nobody noticed.

King Beastly's eyes went wide, and his ears perked up. "Th-there were witnesses! Everyone said it was him, and as their King, I had to call it as I saw it! If I didn't do something, everyone would've blamed him and treated him like an outcast for the rest of his life anyway!"

"Well, your actions of believing your subjects over your own brother resulted in him being cursed with bad luck and hideous looks by a dark warlock and forever imprisoned as a monster. " Nicolas replied.

King Beastly's face fell at these words. He never meant for any of that to happen. But everyone ignored him, and Nicolas turned his attention to assistant Beastly, Shreeky, and Noheart.

"Noheart. Your most known crimes against the care bears were attempting to destroy them and get rid of all caring and good feelings to make it easier to rule the world. Using sentient shadows of hate to corrupt the children of earth into uncaring brats, but unlike Coldheart, you keep it humane enough so as not to torment them or alter them into your mindless slaves." Nicolas stated calmly. " But yet, like king beastly, you have also committed a crime that didn't involve the bears. In fact, you were said warlock who cursed and imprisoned his brother."

"You misunderstand. I didn't imprison him." Noheart calmly replied. "I wasn't the one who cursed him either. I found him like that, and we made a deal. He would assist me, and in return, I would give him a place to live."

"Of course, that was before he lost his heart." Beastly muttered under his breath. But nobody was paying attention to him

"I see." Nicolas replied, turning to Shreeky. "Shreeky, you're Noheart's niece. But it appears you're worse than him. You actually go to Care-a-lot and even follow the care bears down to earth to sabotage them, attempt to capture them, and just plain make them miserable. "

"I confess." Shreeky confidently replied. "I'm bad and proud of it."

Beastly rolled his eyes.

"And Beastly." Nicolas continued."There's not much to say about you, considering all the trouble you cause for the care bears is you only following orders except how you are King Beastly's younger brother who was blamed for the forest fire, banished, and cursed, Also, forbidden to ever even speak of his royal blood. "

Everyone immediately turned and stared at Beastly. Out of anyone else in the room, nobody ever suspected him to be a secret dethroned prince because he's not the kind of person you'd expect to be any sort of royalty. Especially Shreeky, who was the most shocked out of everyone, since all this time, she had been treating him like a servant and never knew he was royalty.

"Beastly! You're a dethroned prince!?" She exclaimed in shock.

Beastly looked up at her, His face still in a scowl, and solemnly replied. "Yeah. But like the butler here just said, I'm not allowed to talk about it. "

"Moving on. " Nicolas interrupted. He then turned to Bluster. "And now, we come to you, Bluster, the newest foe of the care bears. Your crimes against them didn't take place in Care-a-lot, the forest of feelings, or earth. They took place in a place outside of all of those places called the Silver Lining. The home of little creatures called wiffles, whose main purpose is to plant seeds of caring to help Care-a-lot grow. Your goal is to wipe them all out so you can plant seeds of bad vibes to help YOUR kingdom grow, breaking an ancient agreement by your ancestor and the elder care bears not to do so."

Bluster rolled his eyes. "Pfft. Yeah! They get all that land, and I'm stuck with what little land I already have!? Puh-lease! Why should I not be allowed to expand my kingdom when they're doing exactly that??" He scoffed.

"That.. actually is reasonable. " said Coldheart

Nicolas continued. "Another thing is, is that you act more like a schoolyard bully than an actual dictator. And you act like a rebellious teenager leading a gang of troublemakers than a real king."

Bluster defensively replied. "Hey, I can't help who I am! That's because I AM a rebellious teen! I came into power after I lost my mommy and daddy!" He then sat back with his arms crossed, not saying a word as everyone went silent.

"Well.... I.... guess that just leaves Dark Heart. " Nicolas said awkwardly.

Everyone paused. Why would the host be having details on why he's being blackmailed? Is he being blackmailed too?

Dark Heart, sitting by the door, began to wickedly grin. He didn't say a word, nor seem threatened or nervous about his crimes and secrets being revealed.

Coldheart took the initiative to ask. "What has HE done to be blackmailed?" He asked.

Nicolas looked up, His face blank. With Coldheart's question, he calmly and casually replied with only seven words that shook all the villains instantly and made Dark Heart's evil grin grow wider and more malicious than ever:

"Simple. He's the one blackmailing you all."

✨️Part 2 ✨️

[twoinoneflesh]

June 13th, 2024

today i dont know what to think, but i think again about the lighthouse keeper and find myself daydreaming little notions. little notions that are fiction, no doubt.

to me, they are vividly real.

in my head, a man just like the lighthouse keeper loves me. he cherishes me, the way the lighthouse keeper would don his woolen hat and canary raincoat and brave the rain for anything, he would above all risk the rain for me. he is steadfast in his loyalty, willing to work in desperate and isolated conditions because he is nothing if not a reliable man. he fears little, but change is his enemy. stability is his sweet caress.

in my head, the lighthouse keeper loves me. he pulls me closer and his long mustache tickles my face as his lips embrace mine, no words. unable to wait, he has forgotten to take his coat off-- and i think nothing of it as the raindrops are pressed into the layers of my clothes and soon onto my skin. it's his way of worming into my clothes without so much as touching a button. the lighthouse keeper does not say words, his low and forceful grunts say all he needs to say to me, i understand the rest.

in my head, i make the lighthouse keeper feel loved. the lighthouse keeper has been hurt before. that is the only fact in my story, but i will the rest to be true with all my might. when i look upon the lighthouse keeper, i see the most beautiful human i have laid eyes upon, and this is also a fact. i am lost in his sea swallow eyes. in his hypothetical kiss i hear the roar of the ocean waves. in his real kiss will i hear the same? i want his kiss to be like a conch shell, showing me the heavenly sounds of the beach no matter where i am.

in my head, the lighthouse keeper wants to fuck me. i am like a sea anemone. i am dangerous but also a place where some may seek shelter. my heart like coral, it hardens and stays that way. the inkling of the lighthouse keeper being close to me makes me tingle all over. i can feel the lighthouse keeper's stubble on my neck as he presses his lips to my ear-- it is then that i really hear the ocean. as his hands travel along my body i am engulfed by the waves and gasping for air. the unpredictable current has whisked me away. the lighthouse keeper has whisked me away. my fantasies have whisked me away.

in my head, the lighthouse keeper is in love with me.

in real life, the lighthouse keeper hardly knows who i am.

in real life, he has never met my gaze.

in real life, i might never know the lighthouse keeper.

in real life, i am alone.

[campbells-content]

Here to drop some random ml hcs or scenarios on yall and then probably disappear for another month.

Before becoming ladybug, Marinette would always convince her friends to play in the rain or jump in puddles. Right after becoming ladybug the idea of asking Alya to don a raincoat and come outside seemed childish. After being Ladybug for a while, rain only reminds her that there are people out there that she can't help. People who have storms in their brains so strong that even Hawkmoth avoids them. Nino, the closest friend she's had since childhood notices for a second that she no longer looks at puddles with wonder. He brings Alya and Adrien to Marinette on a rainy day, telling them to wear raincoats and clogs. Neither know what clogs are. They get there, waiting outside as Nino went up. Marinette is kindof against it, saying its a waist of time or she was too busy but Nino drags her down anyway. Nino runs out to join Alya and Adrien who were already jumping in puddles but he turns back when he notices Marinette hesitate under the over hang. She's asking herself existential questions like how can she act like a child and play in the rain when someone might need her. Nino grabs her hand and pulls her arm into the downpour making them both laugh as it instantly soaked what little if her sleave was exposed. In that moment she remembered why she loved the rain so much and they all played in the rain like kids because they are kids and they are allowed to enjoy the little things. The rain eventually stopped but they didn't, jumping in puddles and dancing without a care in the world.

(If you can't tell i am releasing all of the creativity that has been trapped within me since my last post.)

After using the dragon miraculous a couple more times kagami starts to collect little trinkets and tells no one, not even her mother. They are her little secret and they belong to her alone.

(When yall think of dragon side effects, do yall see her as cold blooded or a literal heater? I like the heater because when everyone is in t-shits and pants, Kagami literally exhales steam.)

Every time Juleka mutters indecipherably, there was a curse word somewhere in her statement.

Nino and Marinette eat Funyuns but Nino prefers off brand. Adrian eats salt and vinegar chips. Alya eats cheetos. Chloe eats the vegetable chips. Lila eats the vegetable straw chips. Sabrina eats the cheddar pringles, not necessarily by choice. Juleka eats purple doritos. Luka and Zoe eat blue doritos. Rose eats spicy doritos. Kagami does not eat chips but she will take one from any of them if offered. Also, Mylene and Ivan eat basic potato chips together, Kim eats cheese doodles, Max eats different flavours of ruffles and Nathaniel and Alix sit away from everyone eating seaweed.

(If i missed someone I'm sorry, i got the important people. (A part of me feels like i might've mixed up Chloe and Lila on the vibe check but oh well.))

Marinette has bubbles in her desk because they remind her of Nino.

Alya trys to start controlled discourse when her friends drink different sodas but everyone is just glad they get a mini pickmeup of caffeine.

[soniamarmieladov]

ŁÓDŹ CITY BREAK

packed:

deodorant, spf, spf stick, toothpaste, 2in1 shampoo and bodywash, toothbrush, hairbrush, raincoat, water bottle, charger, tablet, book, keys, wallet, painkillers, antibacterial gel, tshirt, underwear, towel, face cream, headphones, lip balm, hand cream, sunglasses, pepper spray, tampons, bandaids

day 1:

my train departed on 7.20 am and i arrived in łódź at 11.40. i headed to the botanical (1st pic) garden which took me half an hour on foot. i had an iced coffee there and about two hours later i walked to my hotel for about 50 minutes. it was on the piotrkowska street - which is the most famous one in the whole city, but it turned out looking a bit scary (3rd pic). we rented city bikes and headed to the textile museum, we spent about two hours there. afterwards we went to a restaurant and i had a teriyaki don (2nd pic). it was huge so i saved the leftovers for the next day's breakfast. on our way home (4th pic) we got some vegetables for the next day and we stopped by and antique store where i bought a marek hłasko's book and three mangas.

day 2:

we had to leave the hotel by 9, so we had breakfast and headed to the cinematography museum. on our way there, we found (5th pic) every polish literature girl's crush's star (daniel olbrychski, i love you) and we stopped by księży młyn, which used to be a proletariat district. in the museum (6th pic) we saw an exhibition about a movie staring olbrychski, the promised land, which takes place in łódź. then we rented bikes again and drove through the city to see the rose passage. we walked for a bit and went to the museum of the city łódź (7th pic). afterwards we rented bikes once again and headed to a cafe for lunch (8th pic), where i had a huge salad. i had some bubble tea afterwards, and it was time to go to the train station. although on bikes, we barely made it because of some confusing stairs. our train left at 4.20 (9th pic) and i arrived at home at 9.15, almost an hour behind the schedule.

[lovesspell]

"I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day.."

Listen Here

Tracklist:

Drive - The Cars

So Emotional - Whitney Houston

Hotel California - Egales

I want Your Love - CHIC

Rebel Yell - Billy Idol

Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major - Johann Sebastian Bach

Requiem K. 626 Lacrimosa - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Symphony No. 5 in C Minor - Ludwig van Beethoven

Annies Song - John Denver

Delta Dawn - Tanya Tucker

Tulsa Time - Don Williams

Long Long Time - Linda Ronstadt

Second Cup of Coffee - Gordon Lightfoot

The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies

The Only Living Boy In New York - Simon & Garfunkel

Going To California - Led Zeppelin

Famous Blue Raincoat - Leanoard Cohen

And It Stoned Me - Van Morrison

Sunday - Nick Drake

Cause - Rodriguez

Time Has Told Me - Nick Drake

Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You - Bob Dylan

Strangers In The Night - Frank Sinatra

Travelin' Man - Ricky Nelson

I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except Sometimes) - Chet Baker

Lover, Come Back To Me - Mildred Bailey

At Last - Charlie Spivak & His Orchestra

The Way You Look Tonight - The Merry Macs

Vincent - Don McLean

In Dreams - Roy Orbison