#vice and Ire

[kailysander]

The Left Hand of Darkness

[jacksproject2025]

Warm your hands by the fires of the burning deep state. 😌

[luxurysystems]

...N O W L O A D I N G....📼

Money Inc. x GTA: Vice City AU headcanons- IRS

Codename/Alias: The Kangal. The Kangal is a breed of dog renowned for its protectiveness and shepherding qualities, but most importantly, the Kangal is feared for having the strongest bite force. Ted lovingly gives Irwin this nickname. Initially hesitant in being likened to a guard dog, Irwin starts to warm up to it...

Irwin, by day, works as an accountant in Downtown Vice City's business sector (mainland). At night, he works as a hitman/bounty hunter, accepting jobs from clients on both the Mainland and Beach/Nightlife area. Most of his clients come from the more affluent sections of the city. Once he starts working with Ted exclusively, he stops all contract work but still keeps his job as an accountant.

Famed (or infamous, depending on who you ask) for having an amazing work ethic in both jobs.

His last contracted bounty job didn't go as planned.... (x) (x)

Used to have a mullet; cuts it off once he joins Ted.

His original kit included the following: Col .45 (handgun), Ithaca 37/Chromed Shotgun, and his trusty Remington Model 700 (sniper rifle).

Ted gifts him with more weaponry, specifically a submachine gun (MP5), and an AR (the M4)-- for those tougher jobs.

Favorite radio stations: Emotion 98.3, VROCK, and VCPR. He enjoys listening to talk radio on the way to work.

Favorite vehicles: PCJ-600 and the Sentinel XS

His apartment is located in Vice Point (away from the mainland/downtown area). Although his apartment is a mere minutes away from the prolific Malibu Club, he prefers quiet nights at home watching Yuppie and the Alien or Just the Five of Us.

Doesn't smoke during the day, only when he's on the job--especially if there's a lot of waiting. It calms him down, allegedly.

After work, you can catch Irwin at Umberto Robina's cafe in Little Havana enjoying a coffee. Considers Umberto a friend and likewise Umberto considers Irwin a real man with "big cojones."

"Balances" the books for Ted's other money laundering businesses.

He also balances Ted's boisterous personality-- Irwin is very cool, calm, and collected. The poster child for the strong, silent type.

Has been known to crack a smile at times-- Ted can vouch for it.

During a meet up, Irwin acts as Ted's back-up if things go south. He is often seen carrying a briefcase- filled with either money or "goods."

If Ted insists on going to a meet-up alone, that doesn't necessarily mean that Irwin isn't there. You may not be able to see him, but he can see you....

Is a superior marksman. One shot to kill if necessary, never maim- he makes sure all of his shots are clean. If someone gives Ted a hard time, Irwin gives them a corpse worthy of a closed casket funeral.

Often refuses Ted's other lavish gifts like expensive suits, cologne, watches, etc. Will take the gifts after much insistence, but will be shy to use or wear them. Plus, Irwin feels like if he does wear any of Ted's gifts at his day job, he'd stick out like a sore thumb. What's an accountant doing with a $75,000 Rolex, anyway?

[c-infinity-83]

the fun thing about psychosis + plurality is that folie a deux is real and it's not just a fall out boy album

[thatgeekwiththeclipons]

Happy 59th Birthday to actress Gomg Li! ^__^

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The Institute of International Bankers in New York, of which Tony Walton was vice-chairman, had addressed the problem in an April 1991 paper submitted to the US Treasury and the Internal Revenue Service, and continued to raise the issue in meetings with Treasury and IRS staff. The institute noted:

The key issue affecting the international banks arises in the context of cross-border interbranch transactions. For example, a US branch of an international bank that has entered into an interest rate or currency swap with a customer will often enter into a cross-border interbranch swap, the terms of which mirror the terms of the swap with the customer. The US branch's counterparty in such a 'mirror' interbranch swap will often be the bank's head office or another branch responsible for managing worldwide swap risk. The result is that the US branch has hedged its position economically through the mirror interbranch swap, and the bank's head office will be in a position to hedge the bank's overall position.

However, the IRS position is that US tax law does not recognise interbranch swaps or other interbranch transactions (although many countries treat branches of American banks as separate entities). Accordingly, a US branch of an international bank that hedges its swap transactions in this way will be treated by the IRS as if it held an unhedged position for federal tax purposes, even though the US branch is fully hedged economically. As a result, the back can have US taxable income far in excess of the bank's hedged economic income depending on the movements of interest or currency exchange rates. Likewise, depending on these market factors, a bank can generate a substantial tax loss in the United States, even though the bank has economic income on its hedged transaction.

The IRS has attempted to address the cross-border interbranch transactions arising from global trading operations by offering to enter into so-called 'advance pricing agreements' . . . between the affected taxpayer, the IRS and the home country tax authority of the taxpayer.

"Westpac: The Bank That Broke the Bank" - Edna Carew

[hxvphaestion]

HRIWJDJJE maybe this is normal maybe im just inexperienced or whatever. But. Someone someone i talked to one summer over a summer program like 6 years ago. Messaged me to ask. Hey is this other person u posted on ur insta (Who I Don’t Know) single she’s cute. Haha?

THIS KIND OF CRAZY BEHAVIOUR? TO ME?

Men live like this????? PPL DO THIS?????

[batboyblog]

Things the Biden-Harris Administration Did This Week #33

Sep 6-13 2024

President Biden marked the 30th anniversary of the passage of the Violence Against Women Act and highlighted efforts to stop gender based violence. the VAWA was written by then Senator Biden and he often talks about it as his proudest legislative victory. The act transformed how the federal government dealt with domestic violence, sexual assault, and stalking. In part because of the connection to Joe Biden, President Trump and the Republicans allowed the VAWA to expire in 2019. President Biden passed a new reauthorization, with new protections for women against cyber crime, in 2022. On the VAWA's 30th anniversary President Biden announced $690 million in grants to support survivors of gender-based violence.

President Biden and Vice-President Harris announced a new rule to force insurance companies to treat mental health care the same as medical care. The new rule takes on the use by insurance of restrictive practices like prior authorization, and out of network charges, it also closes a loophole in the law that allowed state and local government health insurance not to cover mental health.

The Biden-Harris administration announced that 50 million Americans, 1 in every 7, have gotten health insurance through Obamacare's marketplaces. Under Biden a record breaking 20.8 million enrolled this year. Since the ACA was passed by President Obama and then Vice-President Biden it has transformed American health care bring affordable coverage to millions and getting rid of "preexisting conditions". During the Presidential debate Vice-President Harris defended the ACA and the need to keep building on it. Trump after 9 years of calling for its repeal said he only had "concepts of a plan" on what to do about health care in America.

The IRS announced that it has recovered $1.3 billion in back taxes from wealthy tax dodgers. For years Republicans have tried to underfund the IRS hindering its ability to police high income tax payers. President Biden in his Inflation Reduction Act ensured that the IRS would have the money it needs to chase high income tax cheats. In February 2024 the IRS launched a program to go after over 100,000 people, making $400,000 or even over $1 million a year who have not filed taxes since 2017. The IRS also launched a program to collect from tax payers who make over $1 million a year who have uncontested debt of over $250,000. Between these two efforts the IRS has collected over a Billion Dollars in back taxes from the richest Americans, so far this year.

The Department of The Interior and White House Climate Advisor Ali Zaidi highlighted green energy efforts on public land. Highlighting two projects planned in Nevada officials talked about the 41 renewable energy projects approved on public land under the Biden-Harris Administration. These projects over 25 gigawatts of clean energy, a goal the Administration's climate plan set for the end of 2025 but met early this year. With the new projects in Nevada this is enough energy to power 12.5 million homes, and the Bureau of Land Management is another 55 utility-scale project proposals across the West.

The Department of The Interior announced $236 million to help fight forest fires and restore landscapes damaged by recent wildfires. Under President Biden's Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, the Administration has spent nearly $1.1 billion dollars to combat deadly wildfires which have over the last 10 years grown in size and intensity thanks to climate change.

The Department of The Interior announced $157 million in wetland conservation. The money is focused on protecting bird habitats. It will protect and preserve thousands of acres of wetlands across 7 states.

The US Senate approved President Biden's nominations of Adam Abelson, Jeannette Vargas, Mary Kay Lanthier, and Laura Provinzino to federal judgeships in Maryland, New York, Vermont, and Minnesota respectively. This brings the total number of federal judges appointed by President Biden to 209. When Biden entered office 318 district judges were Republican appointees and 317 Democratic, today 368 are Democratic appointments and just 267 are Republican. President Biden is the first President in history to have the majority of his appointments not be white men and he has appointed more black women to the bench than any President ever.

[grandline-fics]

Love Potion

DESCRIPTION: Love Potion- You were both only pretending to date. The feelings aren't real...right?

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Smoker

WORDS: 1,663

A/N: Thank you @missrandomdreamer for requesting this one for the Valentine's Event. Hope you like what I came up with for this one, Smoker deserves the love so hopefully I did him justice on this. As always thank you everyone for your support. Enjoy ♥️

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI | VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

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“Is this really necessary?” Smoker grumbled around the cigars in his mouth as he shut the door to your room closed firmly. “I’m in perfect shape.”

“Every active member on this base has to undergo routine physicals, Vice-Admiral.” You spoke up from your desk as you grabbed his file and a pen. Even when he was wounded he protested the need to be tended to and while you were already expecting him to clear all your checks with no issues, you still had your job to do. Apologetically you looked at him as you rose. “No exceptions.”

Smoker made a disgruntled noise and glared at the examination bed he’d yet to approach. He swiftly turned his glare your way when you snatched the cigars from his mouth with ease and stubbed them out on the ashtray you always made sure to have in the room in the event Smoker would be coming by. You accepted his ire with an effortless smile, used to his perpetual grumpy and serious expression at this point. Lightly you nudged him along towards the bed. With all his strength and training he could have remained rooted in the spot had he wished but at your touch he relented and moved, eager to just get this over with.

As he sat down and zoned out, letting you do whatever checks and assessments necessary he began to think about how being here was actually a nice break. You weren’t going to pester him about changing the training schedule or beg to swap missions with another member of the base, you weren’t going to chase him about reports he forgot-or just didn’t care about- handing in for the higher ups at Marine’s main Headquarters. Best of all, any conversation you shared with him was appropriate and never prying beyond clear boundaries, unlike those under his command who thought any facet and avenue in his life was theirs to know and analyse obsessively over. Suddenly you made a surprised hum and he pulled himself out of his thoughts to see you studying his face carefully. “What were you thinking about?”

“Why?” Smoker couldn’t help but become defensive, ready to argue that whatever you spotted or noticed in your tests was false. 

“It caused a spike in your otherwise steady blood pressure.” You explained, lips curving in slight amusement. Lightly you tapped your medical notes. “Can’t clear you if there’s a possibility of an underlying condition affecting your blood pressure or an area of stress that could hinder your work.”

“It’s nothing.” Smoker explained firmly. “Nothing for you to worry over. I’m not going to complain over something insignificant and stupid.”

“Wouldn’t call this spike insignificant. Come on tell me and I can help. It’s what doctors are for right?”

“I was getting annoyed about the subordinates prying into my personal life. They’re like gossiping teenagers sometimes.”

“Is that all?” You asked with a laugh, stepping away from him and unhooking the blood pressure monitor. “What do you expect? They’re bored in between missions and you’re the best source of entertainment on the base.

“I shouldn’t be entertainment, I’m their boss to be respected.” At that you snorted with an undignified burst of laughter causing him to frown. “What?”

“Oh come on! I’ve heard you swear out the higher ups countless times when they annoy you. You call that respect?” You teased, laughing again when he looked away from you and muttered about how even you were disrespectful to him. “So what did the bad subordinates pry into most recently.”

“Recently and consistently they bring up my love life or in their words ‘a tragic lack of’ one.” He scoffed. “Every mission it’s putting up with their incessant questions and on the way back it’s stupid schemes to set me up with someone.”

“It’s sweet that they care.” You reasoned only to hear him being to mutter again. With a soft sigh you grabbed his notes to update them. He was the picture of health as you both knew would be the end result. “But if it bothers you that much, take the mystery away from them and they’ll move on. Tell them you’re seeing someone.”

“Magic someone out of thin air?” Smoker shook his head. He shouldn’t have even entertained the notion. His life was his own, he didn’t need to lie or divulge information if he didn’t wish to. “They might act like fools but creating a pretend lover is something even they’d notice a mile off.”

“Sooo don’t make up someone. Use someone they know?” You advised, moving to your desk to officially give Smoker’s physical the stamp of approval needed. Seeing you move, Smoker fixed his jacket and pulled out two fresh cigars to light but for once he didn’t make his way to the door with a gruff ‘thanks Doc’ like he normally did, he was too caught up in your words as you continued. “Then after a couple weeks, stage a break up and they’ll leave you and your personal life alone while you deal with it in your own way.” 

“Who am I going to rope into this scheme that I know won’t blab what’s really going on?” Smoker asked while stepping closer to the desk. His interest was piqued and it seemed like a solid enough plan but he knew that gossip spread fast in the G5 base. The last thing he needed was to risk extra insult to his pride if his subordinates knew he was lying. Smoker was surprised when you lifted your head and smiled at him expectantly. “Wait. You’d go along with this?”

“Why not? Helps you out from getting your blood pressure dangerously high again.” You shrugged simply. “Besides, doctor-patient confidentiality means I can’t tell anyone. What do you say?”

A few minutes later one of the G5 Marines rounded the corner, preparing for his routine physical only to slide to a complete stop in shock. The sight of Vice-Admiral Smoker, his leader straightening from what was most certainly a kiss with the base’s top doctor. The Marine froze when Smoker turned sharply to glare at him while you bit your lower lip shyly and looked away from the wide-eyed gaze of the Marine who interrupted such a sweet and tender moment. Smoker dropped his hand from your lower back and walked towards the Marine. “Whatever you think you saw. You didn’t.” 

Smoker continued on his way, the Marine unable to see his smirk as everything was already set in motion. By the end of the afternoon it was all through the base, some iterations of the events witnessed exaggerated or completely different but it all got Smoker what he wanted; for his subordinates to have something to distract them from him. Technically they were still fixated on him, but now that they believed he was seeing you, they were now talking amongst themselves about the matter and leaving him alone. 

Throughout the day he’d overheard the conversations both mixed and speculative. Some tried to work out when the romance had started and even that split theories and opinions. It had to have been recent because there was no way you both had hidden it for so long. It had to have been going on for a long time because it would explain why Smoker never looked at anyone else both off and on base. Some even declared they’d always known something was going on between Smoker and you and either way it was about damn time. 

For the next few weeks you and Smoker continued your subtle theatrics of being a couple and as you’d predicted the base that now there was no mystery to work out with Smoker’s love life, the base asked less questions. However when you appeared, even if it was passing by in the corridor the Marines looked your way in curiosity. Sometimes you did steal him away to say something useless or unimportant, just so you both appeared to be sharing a quick moment together when really it was just to keep your audience’s interest sated. One evening you found yourself in Smoker’s office, a new development that had occurred from your joint deception. While he finished reports at his desk, you reviewed your own medical reports from the comfort of the sofa he rarely seemed to use. While you both worked you engaged in idle but content conversation. 

“A friend of mine from one of the G7 base was in touch today.” You spoke up with an amused smile, not taking your eyes from your notes as you worked. “We’re one of the topics of conversation there too.” Smoker chuckled slightly at your report of how far the gossip had spread. 

“The interest in our relationship hasn’t died down at all.” He said with a small shake of his head.

“They’re so invested. They’ll be heartbroken when we end things.” You mused, too busy reading to notice Smoker's hand still in the writing of his own reports. He only now realised that that was the next stage in the plan; breaking up to gain full privacy again. Smoker hesitated to even admit it but he truly did enjoy your company. You were easy to be around, brought him a certain calm that he enjoyed. He tensed slightly when you asked him. “Have you considered when it’ll happen?”

“Uh…no. Not yet.” He admitted, that much he could confess. “They gossip but they're behaving for the most part, might just wait until they start to get bored. If that’s okay?”

“Of course, just let me know whenever you’re ready.” Smoker glanced at you in time to see you finally glance his way and offer him a relaxed but warm smile. The same smile he found himself looking for a little more each day. Whenever he was ready? Something gnawed at him in the uncomfortable realisation that perhaps the only thing he wanted to end with you was the pretending. 

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[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Seventeen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Seventeen: Occult Love versus Sweet Loves

Summary: (Y/N) and Saiki get dragged back into the Occult Love.

            “Saiki, all of the clubs must submit their reports,” said a teacher, shaking his head in frustration as he caught Saiki in the hall.

            I’m not in any clubs, thought Saiki.

            “Don’t slack off in the Occult Club,” said the teacher.

            “Oh, I forgot about that club,” said (Y/N).

            “I thought only presidents and vice-presidents submit reports,” said Saiki, furrowing his brow.

            “You’re the present,” said the teacher, exasperated.

            “What?”

            “That’s what Toritsuka said,” said the teacher. “He said you became the president.

            That bastard.

            “Rude not to tell you,” said (Y/N).

            “Rude to do it,” grumbled Saiki.

            “That will be all for today.” The teacher walked away.

            “That idiot,” grumbled Saiki. “I’m going to turn him into a ghost.”

            “A perpetual president for the Occult Club,” giggled (Y/N).

            “Hey, Saiki, (Y/N)!” said Yumehara, walking up.

            “Oh, hi, Chiyo,” said (Y/N), smiling. They noticed the papers in Yumehara’s hands. “Are you the vice-president?”

            She nodded. “Thanks for helping. Toritsuka never shows up. You two should show up at the club more, too. It’s always just me and Arisu. The two of us wait every day.”

            “Every day?”

            She has an intense look on her face… thought (Y/N).

            “We’re left wondering whether you guys will show up,” said Yumehara. “Always waiting. Just the two of us. Why don’t you come? Why? Did you forget about us?”

            She sounds like a ghost…

            She sounds terrifying. “Alright, I got it.” Saiki didn’t want Yumehara’s ire if she was this intense already.

            “I’m sorry for missing so much!” said (Y/N) quickly.

            “You’re going to come?” The dark aura around Yumehara dissipated into a smile. “Yes!” The one I really want is Kaidou, but this is fine. Better than nothing!

            I want to go home.

            “This is our club room,” said Yumehara, leading them down the hall.

            “We have a club room?”

            “I thought our club room was the woods or haunted houses,” said (Y/N).

            “You’ll be surprised at the inside,” said Yumehara.

            Who knows what that means.

            “Here!” Yumehara threw open the door to reveal a room of cuteness rather than creepiness.

            It was pink, filled with stuffed animals, covered in soft rugs, and lit by sparkling lights.

            “Wow! Not scary at all!” said (Y/N), beaming.

            “Saiki, (L/N), it’s so nice to see you!” said a girl with barrettes in her hair.

            “Who is that?” said Saiki.

            “Hello, Makino!” said (Y/N), greeting her easily. True, she used to have her hair over her eyes and generally be more intimidating, but they recognized her.

            “Oh.”

            “I wanted to ask you about boys,” said Makino, looking at Yumehara.

            “Oh, are you making progress?” said Yumehara excitedly.

            “Ah.” That was the reason for the changes.

            “A little, but he’s ignoring my texts,” said Makino.

            “Let’s interview a boy and someone who likes girls today to see how they think!” said Yumehara, smirking.

            “She’s talking about us, isn’t she,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping. Their panromantic-ness was biting them in the ass.

            “Yes,” said Saiki.

            “Saiki, (Y/N), will you please sit down?” said Yumehara, smiling at them “innocently.”

            “We should just finish the paperwork and go do homework—”

            “Sit down.” A dark aura radiated out from Yumehara.

            “We have a few minutes.” Saiki and (Y/N) sat.

            “The other day I saw Ayabe with a girl and texted him, ‘who is she?’ ” said Makino.

            “And he ignored you, I see,” said Yumehara. “I mean, you’re not even dating him, so…”

            “But we’ve been flirting,” said Makino.

            “Maybe you’re being too pushy?” said Yumehara. “Saiki, (Y/N), what do you think?”

            Saiki felt like drifting away into space. I couldn’t care less.

            “Maybe just ask him how his day was?” suggested (Y/N).

            “Hm…” Yumehara and Makino seemed dubious.

            “I know!” Yumehara clapped her hands together. “Let’s try the usual. We can ask Sayaka.” From below the table, Yumehara pulled out a cracked doll that looked like it had been buried and dug up about a hundred times.

            (Y/N) and Saiki watched in horror as Makino and Yumehara rolled out a Ouija board, took a crystal on a string, and dripped blood from their fingers into a bowl.

            “Let’s play, Sayaka,” said Yumehara.

            “Let’s have a chat, Sayaka,” said Makino. “Here’s some sweet red water.”

            “Nope,” said (Y/N), standing. They didn’t like the doll, and they didn’t like rituals.

            “This is something,” said Saiki. This was beyond what even Toritsuka had planned for the Occult Club.

            “Sayaka, will I hear back from Ayabe?” Makino held Sayaka, and the string from her mouth swung around. “She said yes!”

            “That’s great, Arisu!” said Yumehara. “What a relief.”

            “They’ve been absorbing the worse attributes of the other. They’re both boy-crazy and into the occult,” said Saiki, the realization sending a shiver of horror down his spine.

            “I’m out,” said (Y/N), going towards the door.

            “Right,” agreed Saiki.

            “Saiki, (Y/N), where are you going?” Yumehara spoke with a dark tone, glaring at the pair. “You can’t leave while Sayaka is here.”

            “Sayaka might curse you,” said Makino.

            “Seriously, who the hell is Sayaka?”

            “Kusuo, I’m scared,” whispered (Y/N).

            “I am, too,” admitted Saiki.

            “You should consult Sayaka, too!” said Makino and Yumehara, synchronized.

            “Maybe something about dating,” said Yumehara.

            “We want to hear about you two, too,” said Makino.

            “This is scary in a different way,” said Saiki.

            “I don’t think they’ll let us go,” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

            Yumehara grabbed Saiki, and Makino grabbed (Y/N). The pair made eye-contact and shivered. They were shoved into their chairs, and Makino and Yumehara grinned evilly.

            “So, tell us. You must have crushes on someone, right?” said Yumehara. “(Y/N), you’re always so tight-lipped.”

            “You must like someone!” said Makino.

            “I like to keep things close to myself,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

            “Saiki, then. Tell us!” demanded Yumehara.

            “Stop trying to push this topic onto us,” said Saiki.

            I know! This is a good chance. I’ll find out what he thinks of Kokomi! thought Yumehara. “Fine, not a crush, but is there someone you think is really cute?”

            “I think all my friends are cute!” said (Y/N) with a wide smile.

            So wholesome, thought everyone present.

            “…Saiki?” said Yumehara with renewed fervor.

            “I care about more than that,” said Saiki. But (Y/N) is cute.

            “Really? Are you sure? Not even a girl whose name starts with ‘t’ and ends in ‘i’?” said Yumehara. Why can’t you figure out who I’m talking about?

            Your questioning just lacks any tact. Try harder. No, actually, don’t. Leave me alone.

            “They’re both hiding something!” declared Yumehara.

            “We have no choice,” said Makino.

            “We’ll ask Sayaka.” Yumehara had the wild look in her eyes again as she held Sayaka up and pendulum swung. “Who does Saiki like?”

            “The first syllable is ‘te!’ ” gasped Makino.

            “She’s moving it herself, isn’t she?” whispered (Y/N). Saiki nodded.

            We’ll get you to confess! Yumehara had a devious edge, that was for sure.

            “Next syllable is ‘ru,’ ” said Makino excitedly. “Teru? The vocalist?”

            “There’s more,” said Yumehara. “The next one is ‘ha.’ ”

            “You’re right!” gasped Makino. “Wait, how did you know?”

            “Let’s see what the last one is,” said Yumehara. She moved it towards “shi.”

            Saiki’s telekinesis dragged it to “n.”

            “Teruhan?” said Yumehara and Makino.

            “Who the hell is that?” said Yumehara.

            Yare yare. You might anger Sayaka. Saiki smirked slightly. If they wanted to play with his “feelings,” then he’d play, too.

            “Let’s try again,” said Yumehara, raising Sayaka.

            The lights turned out. (Y/N) grabbed Saiki’s sleeve, confident in that fact that he was behind this but surprised nonetheless.

            “I can’t see anything!” cried Yumehara.

            “Hey!” said Makino, reaching out.

            They bumped into each other, and Sayaka fell to the ground. She shattered into a million pieces, and the girls gasped.

            “Is this a sign?” Makino trembled.

            “It might be.” Yumehara shivered.

            Saiki shook the locker, and the two girls gasped in fear.

            “Sayaka is angry!” cried Yumehara. “Because I messed with the ritual…”

            “How could you?!” said Makino, almost afraid.

            “My face is shattered.” The pieces of Sayaka rose into the air, and Saiki spoke with a feminine voice through the doll. “Why did you do this to me?”

            “A-Arisu, did you say something?” said Yumehara slowly.

            “No…did you?” said Makino.

            “Then who’s that talking?” said Yumehara.

            “You’re so mean to me,” said “Sayaka.” “Don’t you like me?”

            “The doll’s not there!” cried Yumehara, looking at the ground where it had fallen. “Where is it?”

            “Die!” cried “Sayaka,” eyes glowing red.

            Yumehara and Makino screamed and ran for the door. Throwing it open, they raced out of there for their lives.

            The lights flicked on, and Saiki smirked as Sayaka hovered in the air. “That was me, of course.”

            (Y/N) breathed out a sigh of relief. “Still creepy.” They shivered.

            “Now we don’t have to deal with the Occult Club,” said Saiki, putting Sayaka down. It was repaired now. “We’re finally done.”

            (Y/N) followed Saiki to the door, paused, and frowned. They looked back at where the pendulum had landed on the Ouija board. They swallowed. “Uh…maybe not.”

            Saiki looked back and saw the pendulum pointing at the world “no.”

            “…Let’s leave.”

            “Yeah…”

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            Yare yare. Saiki sighed and flopped down on his bed after dealing with his parents’ “who loves who more” competition all morning. He had even had to bring out the Love Meter to judge it, which had almost ended badly for him when they made it a competition of who loved him more. Saiki glanced up at the device, still floating and displaying a zero since no one was around. Why are some of my powers so weird?

            Ding!

            Saiki glanced at his phone, and a text message from “baker<3” popped up. ((Y/N) put their name in his phone like that. He was too lazy to change it back. Obviously. ��And it was cute). Saiki smiled slightly upon seeing the message.

baker<3: I’ve packed up the picnic basket! Where are we going to see the cherry blossoms?

Mr. Coffee Jelly (Again, his name in (Y/N)’s phone. It was whatever. It totally didn't matter to him): I’ll come pick you up.

baker<3: Awesome! I’m so excited

            Dring!

            Saiki glanced at the Love Meter. It displayed the number “38095” now, as bright and intense as his parents’ love for one another. He looked back down at his phone. Back at the love meter.

            Oh, wow.

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            “The cherry blossoms look so pretty,” said (Y/N), smiling as they sat down beside Saiki.

            They had sweets, sandwiches, and fruit laid out for a nice picnic with their boyfriend. To avoid being interrupted, Saiki had teleported them to another city to enjoy the cherry blossoms, that way they could just have a normal date together.

            “Thank you for making sure we had a spot and got some time together,” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) lay back and popped a strawberry into their mouth. Saiki watched them smile, and the wind blew the pink petals up around them. Due to their pink pants and white sweater, they looked like a blossom themself. Saiki’s gaze softened, and a small smile appeared on his face. He really was so lucky for the moments he got with them.

            “Thank you for baking,” said Saiki, picking up a cookie.

            “I love doing it, and it makes you happy, so it’s a win-win,” said (Y/N), grinning at him.

            “You do a lot for me,” said Saiki, looking at them intently. “Thank you. I don’t deserve it.”

            “Kusuo, you do,” said (Y/N). They took his hand. “You help everyone around you, and you’re always so sweet to me.”

            “I’m sweet?” Saiki was doubtful. Even his own parents knew he could be cold.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N) honestly. They gestured to their earrings. “Do you need me to take these off to make sure you know I’m telling the truth?”

            “I believe you,” said Saiki, though the vulnerability exposing their thoughts with him would show made his heartbeat quicken in adoration.

            “Good, then stop thanking me and come and enjoy our date,” said (Y/N). “That’s all I need from you.”

            Saiki lay down next to them and looked up at the pink trees. He handed (Y/N) another strawberry and took another cookie for himself.

            (Y/N) snuggled closer to him, holding his hand tightly and leaning their head on his shoulder. These were the moments they loved the most. Any time with Saiki was wonderful, but these soft moments where they were just themselves, in love—

            Oh, god. (Y/N) froze for a moment. I love Kusuo? I love Kusuo. I love Kusuo!

            They were head-over-heels forever and ever in love with Saiki. They had always liked him, had come to care for him as more than a friend, and had realized the real word now—love. (Y/N) smiled. I love Kusuo.

            Gently, they caught a falling flower blossom. “Kusuo.” He looked at them, and (Y/N) sat up a little, turning to face him. Softly, they tucked the flower behind his ear.

            They grinned. “Adorable.” They loved him.

            Saiki smiled slightly as they looked at him. It was such a simple action, but the mere idea that they thought of him and were so gentle with him set his heart aflutter. He really didn’t deserve them. He watched (Y/N) pulled out their phone and turn their camera around for a selfie.

            They leaned in and kissed his cheek, the flower in his hair and the petals fluttering around them framing them. Saiki’s telekinesis held the petals in place as (Y/N) snapped the photo, eyes closed and lips on his cheek. Saiki smiled slightly just as the subtle ‘click’ of the camera went off.

            (Y/N) grinned as they looked at the photo, pocketed their phone, and lay back down next to him. “Thank you, Kusuo.”

            Saiki gazed at them as they looked back up at the pink trees. Saiki’s smile didn’t fade. They were the best thing that happened to them. Saiki loved them—

            He blinked.

            He loved them. Saiki loved (Y/N). The word hadn’t appeared, but the feeling—oh, the feeling was there. Saiki smiled slightly and held (Y/N)’s hand tighter.

            (Y/N) looked at him. “Kusuo?”

            “I’m glad I’m here with you, (Y/N).” He loved them.

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[hwanchaesong]

Greetings from,

The Tortured Poets Department

🖋️ In every word, a tormented heart lies / In every sentence, at the end of it are bland goodbyes / In every paragraph, a soul is in the brink of demise 📖

┗🖋️In between fights and smoke / Daydream collides with a poison cloak / Putting nightmares into a tight choke / Fixing it with a lust-filled stroke 📖

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┗🖋️ Starry eyes lighting up the fire / The scorching palms of a squire / Ignites the sensations of ire / A storm, not in peace with a lyre 📖

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┗🖋️ Tears drown you to the moon / A knight appears for you to swoon / He brings forth joy and fortune / Until gold turns into maroon 📖

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┗🖋️ Mayhem, mayhem follows silence / Walks unto the middle a prince / Bringing luck out of fountains / In a vow of shielding the villains 📖

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┗🖋️ A once in a blue moon chance / Sculpts a rose and violet romance / In an ivory and rings trance / Comes a tragic wound by lance 📖

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┗🖋️ Fun, was it, when the poor smile / A wooden home has gone senile / Its soil is nothing but fertile / Yet the fruits are declared as an exile 📖

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┗🖋️ Behind the victory is a spice / Ball tagged onto the prize / Then the touch is nothing but a vice / Inhaled not once, but thrice 📖

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Sincerely,

Yours Truly

[ddarker-dreams]

omg i love your yandere giorno series!! I was wondering if you could write a little thing where giorno witnesses his darling having a lowkey mental breakdown/epiphany because she realizes she’s in love with him? sorta like expanding on the little moments in the other fics where reader questions her feelings for him. and she just confesses to him that it’s so hard to accept what he’s done but she can’t help but love him

i'd recently been wanting to expand on the scarlet ribbons yandere bad endings and this meshes well with a christmas-y idea i had 👁👁

This time of year packs your schedule to the brim.

Being the wife of Don Giovanna comes with its unique obligations, which you once stumbled through with the naïveté of a newborn doe. Time and difficult lessons sanded away your inexperience. These trials weren't unlike those he'd undergone since ousting Diavolo, reality proving itself a stubborn foe against youthful idealism.

After what felt like ages apart, he reunites with you in the evening, where he notes some unusual behavior.

For starters, you're eerily silent. While he's no stranger to you giving him the cold shoulder, it's never without reason, like when he restricts your travel for citing security concerns. He can't recall doing anything to earn your ire. If anything, you'd been uncharacteristically amicable recently, regarding him as a collaborator rather than your warden.

Natale was almost like an armistice. You get to engage in charitable pursuits, while he oversees their seedy underbelly. Ultimately, everything is about business, image, and prestige. He doesn't insult your intelligence by pretending otherwise.

It's when you (and your conspicuous Stand) sneak a glance his way for the third time that he speaks up.

"Is something troubling you?"

He could whittle away at your defenses over an extensive campaign, but, feeling the day's exhaustion weigh him down, he opts for a direct approach. You consider him, your Stand peering over your shoulder with suspicious eyes.

"... Your meeting went long," you comment.

He nods, sensing that you're getting at something. When you refuse to elaborate, he offers to show his hand.

"There were some mild disagreements," Giorno replies. "They've been put to rest."

"If what I suggested is causing tension—"

You cut yourself off when he sits beside you on the loveseat, leaving little room between your persons. It's an unusual line for him to cross. He rarely infringes upon your physical space, owing to a courteous code of conduct that you struggled to comprehend. He thinks you want him to be terrible; a cartoonish villain that you could pour all your energy into resisting.

"I'll see it through," he reassures, the tenderness in his voice reserved solely for your ears. "I think the scholarship program is an admirable idea. The funds are there, it's simply a matter of ironing out the details."

You shuffle around. "It's not a lucrative venture."

"That's inconsequential."

"I'm sure your Capos feel otherwise."

"They can be shortsighted," Giorno argues. "And they don't have the final say — I do."

"That's..." you trail off, gnawing your bottom lip, "Why are you so...?"

Giorno, realizing that he's approaching the heart of the issue, can't let this chance go. He sees you contemplating retreat, as you cross your arms over your chest and squeeze your lips shut. If he were a fully benevolent man, he'd grant you your reprieve. Maybe he'll come to regret pushing you too far. Nonetheless, you are his vice, and even he can't always suppress his selfish yearning.

"So...?" he encourages, nearly crooning the word.

You shake your head. "I never know how to feel about you. Hating you used to come easy, now it's just... pointless. Impossible. I don't know. Sometimes, I think I might even lo—"

Aghast, you slap your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off.

For his part, Giorno wasn't expecting such a vulnerable admission to nearly slip out. Not wanting to push his luck, he leans back, allowing you some space. You appear to be in deep thought. Your Stand has since dissipated, leaving you truly alone.

It's then that he recalls one of the final requests Bucciarati made of him:

"Please ensure her safety and happiness in my stead."

In the years that have followed, the latter has proven trickier than the former.

His hand finds yours. You jump, snapping your head in his direction, shock rippling across your countenance. He responds by giving your hand a firm squeeze. You don't reciprocate, nor do you pull away. Instead, you stare at where your bodies are joined, almost in a trance.

Giorno feels the cool band of your wedding ring flush against his skin. You made efforts in the past to be rid of it, though his Stand's ability ensured it'd always find its way back to you. He wonders at what point you decided to abandon that little rebellion.

Perhaps the revelations surfacing tonight have something to do with it.

Eventually, you exhale a shaky breath. "All this planning has me worn out. I'm not thinking straight. So please... forget I said anything."

And because he cares for you above all else, he nods, prolonging the farce you've both been cast the leads in.

[ninibeingdelulu]

How he kiss you ft. levi ackerman

When he’s happy/content :

For the normally severe and closed-off Levi, expressions of pure, unbridled tenderness are few and far between.

So when those rare, unguarded moments arise where genuine warmth ghosts across his features, you can expect his kisses to match that soft vulnerability.

He'll initiate them slow and sweet, cradling the back of your head with featherlight reverence as slate strands of inky fringe brush your flushed cheeks.

Levi's firm mouth melts into a lingering caress, each plush sweep cataclysmically gentle like trying to imprint your very essence into his soul.

His free hand maps up the dip of your spine in a scorching brand, fingertips searing through thin fabric as he coaxes your bodies flush.

Levi's kiss deepens into a drugging exploration, savoring every breath and hushed mewl spilling from your conjoined forms.

Each openmouthed sip of your lips oozes with visceral reverence - he cherishes and covets you with the same impassioned ferocity he gives everything worthwhile in this cruel world.

By the time Levi finally breaks away, his gunmetal irises glimmer like molten silver, pupils hazed and swallowing you whole in their infinite depths.

When he’s angry/frustrated :

When Levi's ire reaches its infamous boiling point, you can expect his mouth to convey the same scorching intensity smoldering behind that piercing glare.

He yanks you forward with punishing force, bunching fists in the front of your shirt until your chests collide in a stinging impact.

The initial crash of Levi's lips carries a searing bite, teeth clashing as he snarls hot and unchecked into your trembling mouth.

There's no tenderness or romance to this ravaging embrace, only venting catharsis as he pillages your willing form.

Every caress of his questing tongue tastes of woody cedar smoke and black tea - his unique flavors mingling in a headier, more primal musk swirling between your interlocked frames.

Each time you attempt to match his furious pace, Levi growls in dominance and silently demands your full submission.

Only once his smoldering temper has been spent through a blistering whirlwind of plunging licks and nips does his grip finally loosen, tapering into several shuddering inhales through flared nostrils.

Gunmetal irises cool from raging hellfire into glassy, sated pools as his searing rage finally ebbs to a low simmer once more.

When he’s desperate/anguished:

Under the most dire of circumstances, when humanity's peril appears bleakest, a frantic mania sweeps over Levi's typically dispassionate steel - manifesting in a volatile desperation to connect with the solace only you can provide.

It's in these most distressed spasms of isolation that he seizes your mouth with absolutely zero preamble, instantly delving past plush barricades with voracious hunger.

Levi's quaking digits cup your cheeks in a vice grip, crushing his lips against yours with bruising pressure like trying to meld you into one eternal existence.

Plaintive keens rumble in his chest, reverberating into your intertwined forms as Levi tamps down every frenzied shred of restraint - violently plunging and devouring like parched for even a drop of your essences.

There's profound lashing need in each greedy swipe and inhale scattering your gasps across the static-charged air between trysts.

His battle-roughened hands scour your body, roaming up ribs and spanfall in aching desperation like charting every curve and hollow to swathe himself in you.

Only once Levi grows utterly lightheaded and staggering does his manic ardor lose any fever, wilting into several stunned snaps for air as his fringe hangs in inky disarray.

When he need comfort :

During those most vulnerable stretches when the horrific cost of their impossible fight wears Levi to haunted breaking, he craves the purifying balm of your affection to recenter his fractured spirit.

On these evenings, the Captain seeks you out silently - slate irises dimmed to liquid mercury as you immediately gather his compact form against yours in a shielding embrace.

Levi burrows into your protective circle with a hushed, rattling exhalation that seems to bleed out lingering shades of his inner anguish.

As you card soothing sweeps through his undercut, he tilts up towards you with unhurried grace - silvery lashes hooding to veil those usually piercing irises for once.

A skated whisper of his firm lips fleeting across your own serves as the tremulous catalyst before Levi leans in with profound intent.

His mouth melds to yours in a plush, indolent persuasion - feverish and potent yet profoundly fragile.

More a molten vow of surrender and pouring himself into your steady channel of light to be buoyed from drowning shadows.

Levi winds his arms around your torso in an anchor, plastering as much of his weary form to yours as humanly possible.

You can taste the notes of Earl Grey and bergamot saturating his every shuddering inhalation - each sweep of his velvety tongue reverent as monastery prayer against the holy seal of your enjoined frames.

The very air hangs suspended in beatific tranquility encapsulating you both, Levi silently drinking down every measure of your serene affirmations like a man perishing.

By the time he finally diffuses into a loose, simmered husk cradled against your chest, that gunmetal gaze has regained some starlit embers of its formidable gleam - bolstered from your ministering grace once more.