#|| I didnt mean to make this 1k words i. i. ah--

[rottenpage]

Mention of suicidal thoughts, heavy angst. Unedited and un beta’d. 1k. Milgram. Characters Mahiru and Kotoko.

“Kotoko..” Mahiru smile softly, clasping the other woman’s hands with a care that startles kotoko. “Are you hurt? Your hands look sore.”

Kotoko flinches backwards, although mahiru doesn’t seem to notice. “What..?” Kotoko rasps, pulling her hands away as if she’d been burned. “Why are you asking me this?” She desperately searches mahiru’s expression, trying to find anything but the compassion that sits clearly on the blonde woman’s face. She fails. How can this woman be so altruistic? Kotoko.. she’d hurt her. Almost killed her.

“Ah, sorry!” Mahiru’s face reddens, giggling in a self deprecating manner. “You probably don’t want me touching you.. not after what I’ve done.” Kotoko can only stare silently in shock. After.. what she’d done..? Yes, mahiru had been voted guilty, and yes, kotoko had given her a deserving punishment, but.. Kotoko still doesn’t quite know what it is mahiru was supposed to have done. Perhaps she could use this to interrogate her..

“What you did?” Kotoko returns to her usual harsh expression, burying any sympathy she might have had for the other woman. “What *did* you do? Obviously murder, but i want the specifics. Why were you voted guilty?”

Mahiru finally pulls her hands back from where she’d been fussing over kotoko. She jolts harshly at the mention of murder. At the last word, *guilty*, Mahiru starts to tear up.

“I..” She wipes her eyes, her fingers catching on her bandages, “I loved him. I love him. I.. didnt think..” she takes a great heaving breath, “that he.. would do such a thing.” Mahiru’s eyes widen fractionally, “he, he knows i ove him, right? He has to!” Her breathing has picked up. Kotoko watches the other woman as she begins to break down, forcing herself to feel no sympathy for a murderer.

“I didnt ask if you loved him.” Kotoko’s voice cuts through Mahiru’s hiccuping sobs with an almost clinical precision. “I asked what you did. You killed.. him.” Kotoko carefully rolls the question as she speaks, making sure to mention this mysterious ‘him’, Mahiru’s now deceased boyfriend assumingly.

“I.. I..” Mahiru stutters, gulping harshly. “I’d.. never kill him. But.. i guess i did. I, i didnt want to! My love.. must have been to much for him to bare..” She stares at her hands, slowly bringing them to her lips. Her hands cover her mouth as she pales rapidly.

“Too much for him to bare?” Kotoko interjects, her voice hard and cold. “He didnt want to be with you, so you killed him? How pathetic.” Kotoko can barely get her last word out as mahiru scream sobs.

“NO..! I, i didnt!” Mahiru’s heaving, grasping at her hair as she sways in her wheelchair. “He..! He killed himself..!”

Kotoko stills. This.. was unexpected. Ah, but she couldn’t let the mad woman sway her mind, she must have killed him directly, she must have. Otherwise.. did that mean kotoko was wrong in her judgement? No, kotoko is right. This woman must deserve to die.

“Hah, you expect me to believe that? Theres no way-“ Kotoko gets cut off. Mahiru has thrown herself out of her wheelchair, lunging at kotoko.

“You’re wrong! You’re wrong you’re wrong you’re wrong!” Mahiru clutches at herself from her position on the floor, desperately trying to pull herself together. “I, i woke up, and..” she sobs. “We were meant to do it together..! Why..?” Another harsh sob escapes her, “Why didn’t he wait for me?!”

Kotoko.. doesn’t know how to react. ‘Together’..? Surely she didn’t mean what kotoko thought she was implying, right? If she does.. shit, was it murder? Or was it a desperate woman thinking this is what was required in order to be loved..? She.. didn’t even kill him. Not directly, at least, and she seems genuinely distraught. Maybe it was a coincidence that mahiru was here instead of her deceased boyfriend. Maybe.. maybe one night longer and mahiru wouldn’t have been here either.

Kotoko can’t help but see herself in the woman layed sobbing at her feet. She, too, only does what she thinks, no, knows is right. Was Mahiru acting in a similar way?

Despite how she’s been acting, kotoko isn’t heartless. She slowly kneels next the hysterical woman, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder. She attempts to guide mahiru back into her chair.

“..Stop it. Stop trying to make me pity you.”

Mahiru flinches yet again, but allows herself to be manoeuvred back in her wheelchair. She weakly grabs on to kotoko when she tries to leave her.

“Kotoko..” Mahiru sniffs, trying to pull herself together. “Are you hurt..?”

Kotoko freezes. What? Why was she asking *again*? Why now? What was she planning? Kotoko grits her teeth, but stops as mahiru grabs at her.

“No. I dot need pity from a weakling like you.” Kotoko glares down, attempting to keep her anger in her expression. Mahiru sniffs quietly once more, before shakily letting go of the taller woman’s sleeve.

“Ah.. I see.. You dont need me either.” Mahiru’s gaze is blank, almost unnervingly so. “..are you going to finish the job, then..?” She lifts her head, making weak eye contact with the vigilante. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, snot and tears crusting on her face. She waits expectantly.

Kotoko doesn’t move.

..what? Was this woman *asking* for kotoko to kill her? The taller woman turns sharply and leaves the room, leaving the door to the cell wide open. She won’t give this *murderer* the gift of mercy. Of killing her quickly. She’ll let the woman sit with her injuries. Let her regret ever *trying* to make Kotoko -sympathise- pity her.

Now alone, Mahiru watches the entryway quietly. She’s exhausted from the conversation, if it can even be called that. What was she supposed to say? Maybe she should have just agreed, to make kotoko feel better, instead of sobbing like a baby. It was her fault anyway. Kotoko was right. It’s Mahiru’s fault he’s dead. She killed him, after all. She deserves whatever punishment is given to her.

[milkybonya]

i'll hate you until...

order 033, @luvbrie : small classic milk tea with pudding for treasure's Doyoung

summary: barista!Doyoung hates you... until you show your skills and he falls in love :")

word count: ~900

barista 🥛's 💌: i also made this a barista!au and i hope that's okay >.< it got so close to 1k words 'cause i got so excited making the plot and backstories ahh

Doyoung slams your drink down on the counter. luckily there's a lid on it, so not a lot of it spills. you scoff at him and take it without offering a thanks.

"why do you always come here when the barista's so rude to you?" your friend, Asahi, asks.

"the drinks are good and the atmosphere is nice," you say, walking over to some seats to sit down.

Doyoung, a young, part time barista at your favourite café is always there every time you come in. he doesn't want to be there when you are, but it just happens. he watches over you while wiping the counter clean, the same counter that he just made a mess of after slamming your drink on it because of his own pettiness.

why does Doyoung hate you? well, you piss him off. from the first day you walked in when he was working and acted so close with all the workers...

"who's this? a new guy?" you said, nodding in Doyoung's direction. he bowed his head and continued working on the drink he was making.

"yeah. he's still learning," Hyunsuk, a superior barista said, ruffling Doyoung's hair.

"how cute," you replied, smiling at the boy and watching him.

when he finally finished your drink and handed it to you, you pouted slightly.

"well, Doyoung, let me let you in on something since you're new. when you hand the drink out, make sure the cup and lid are clean. even a drop of coffee could make the customer angry. put a sleeve around it too, okay? whether cold or hot, you don't want to damage the customer's hands!" you explained before taking a sip from the drink.

"ah... i asked for a latte but you gave me a cappuccino? i can tell the milk has been steamed to be more foamy, like a cappuccino," you continued.

"we'll get you a replacement right away, y/n," Hyunsuk said, nudging Doyoung to get going.

"no, that's okay!" you said, taking your drink and leaving.

"hey, what happened? you haven't messed up like this before, yet. did y/n make you nervous? try not to mess up around them again, okay? they're a regular here and used to work as a barista, too," Hyunsuk told Doyoung.

Doyoung clenched his fists.

who the hell were you and why were you ordering him around?

that's where it all started, and you have no clue that Doyoung hates you because of that incident.

you talk to Asahi as you each try your drinks. the new menu items are good and Doyoung has actually done a good job of making them. too bad he's so mean to you for no reason, or you would've been good friends.

"y/n! hey, y/n!!" you hear a familiar voice call out.

you turn around to find Hyunsuk rushing over and removing his apron.

"y/n, are you busy for the next hour? i need to talk to our suppliers, it's an emergency. can you fill in while i'm gone? we're super short-staffed," Hyunsuk says, tying the apron around you when you stand up in shock.

"i didnt mean to-" you start.

"thanks, y/n!" Hyunsuk cheers before walking out.

you look at Asahi, who shrugs his shoulders yet urges you to go.

"i'll sit and watch," he says with a smile, and you almost smack him.

Doyoung frowns deeply when you open the 'staff only' door and step in.

"this is staff only," he huffs in a low voice.

"i am staff for an hour. Hyunsuk told me to," you explain, grabbing a receipt and getting started on making the drink.

Doyoung scoffs at you and keeps taking orders. he watches you like a hawk and loudly points out any mistake you make. you feel embarrassed but continue on for Hyunsuk's sake.

when you get an order for the new menu item, you know you're screwed. you have no clue how to make it.

"uh.. Doyoung?" you ask, turning to him.

he turns around and rolls his eyes.

"can't even make the new menu item? here. grab the cup.." he explains everything to you by moving your hands around to reach for the things you need, as if you're a baby. it all happens so quickly, but for some reason, the world moves in slow-mo for you. all you focus on is that fact that Doyoung's hands are attached to yours, and it makes your heart race. so soft, his touch...

of course, you were once a pro barista. you still know what you're doing.

"did you get that?" Doyoung asks, and you nod with a determined look on your face.

Doyoung purses his lips together after asking you to go ahead and make the drink while he watches.

you move with speed, remembering every detail, including the precise angle at which Doyoung poured the steamed milk. Doyoung himself watches in amazement. how do a person's hands look so pretty when they're making coffee? is there a breeze in here or is your hair naturally this bouncy and flowy? why does your skin look so soft? why does the way you pout your lips as you work make him want to--

"does this look good?" you ask, snapping Doyoung out of his daze.

"y-yeah," he says, quickly looking away.

"now hand it to the customer."

you do just that, and the customer walks away while giggling to their friend. you don't hear it, but they tell their friend, "did you see the two people behind the counter? they're a blushing mess, as if they got caught kissing or something."

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Authors Notes ♡: ah winter is here and that means Christmas cheer! This collab here made me feel like making my story sweet instead of steamy for now. I really love just the idea of a snowed in confession, just having fun, playing games and then just admitting how much you love your bestfriend , roommate or just that special person in your life anyways ~ I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥

Warnings :None! Just soft confessions , a bit steamy at the end but I think that’s it!

Word count : about 1k!

Paring(s) :Shinsou Hitoshi x F! Reader

I’m thinking of making a part two for this! (With our nsfw but fluffy ending!) ♡

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Sleigh Bells

H. Shinsou

Looking out of the window , [ ] sighed as she saw the snow pick up outside. She didnt thinkthe news would be so correct with this upcoming storm, the last few days being clear as they kept predicting this mess staring to happen. Hearing the door to her apartment door jiggling , she went to get up until her wild haired roommate had gotten the door open himself, orchid colored eyes making contact with her [ ] ones as she gave him a msile , him giving one back as he placed down food , starting to disassemble his outside wear. “Its...very cold outside” He laughed as [ ] helped put up drinks and open their food. “I can only imagine Toshi” she giggled as Hitoshi gave a small huff to the nickname. “Youre always gonna call me toshi huh?” hegave the shorter girl a smirk as she laughed, pushing his shoulder. “Aw dont act like you hate it , you love me and my nicknames” [ ] declared as he waved her off , flopping to their couch.”I'm surprised they were right this time’ HItoshi started as [ ] agreed, sipping the drink she has with her meal.”Its crazy how much snow is outside, also thank you for dinner, i was starving” She said as he started to eat his own diner, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence.

The two of them have been friends since their first year of high school together finding out that they both ended up wanting to be in the hero course , with her ending up in 1-A and him going to the normal corses until he was able to move up. The two of them became closer as they had more classes as they got older. Now living in an apartment together made eachother realize how much fun together. It also made them realize how much each person had grew. Hitoshi was already tall when they were in highschool, but not he easily towered over her, and for [. ] she was always beautiful to Hitoshi but all of the confidence she gained as they kept through school pushed his shy friend to be more social and comfortable around their friends. He didn’t understand why his heart would beat fast when she looked his way , laughed , smiled or simply was around. Without warning the lights allumianting their kitchen flickered and turned off. “Hey Toshi...we paid the bill right?” [. ] said with a hesitant laugh as he looked out the window, slowly seeing others lights turn off as well. “Well if we didn’t...neither did the entire city” he laughed back, looking at the forecaster as it called for heavy power outages, their apartment being right in the middle of it.

“The power should be on hopefully in the morning at this rate” he said as a groan fell from [. ]’s lips “So if we have no power, what should we do with us being in the dark?” And with that question came candle lights, board games and stories. Hitoshi and [. ] began making a game and tell night, where the two of them talked and played some of the games they kept whenever their friends came over. Sitting there by themselves and making the most of everything made Him realize how much he loved her company, and to his own dismay how much he had a crush on her. Seeing that he was spacing out she called to him, snapping him back into reality “Hm I sorry..what were we talking about?” Hitoshi said as she game him a gentle smile “geez you really weren’t listening, I was just saying how much I’m enjoying this, it’s been a long time since we got quality time like this together!” [. ] giggled as he internally felt his heart grow.

Sucking in air he leaned forward and gave [. ] a hug as she froze, hugging her violet haired friend back, giggling as she hugged him tighter. “Shinsou giving affection, what is this? I guess I wish this storm had came sooner in” she said as that stopped him in his tracks, his eyes wandering to hers as he gave her a genuine smile “I love when you call my name” He admitted softly as [. ] felt her face heat up. “W-what are you talking about, you little perv” She teased as he just pulled her closer, tilting her face to his “I love a lot about you [. ] , your smile, your laugh, the way you make me feel, everything. I love our friendship.. and I don’t want to lose it by having these feelings but...I think I’m in love with you already...” Hitoshi spilled closing his eyes as he couldn’t take looking at her so close.

Feeling a warm sensation to his cheek was the last this on his list ashe cracked an eye open, soft , loving eyes looking back at him “Well im glad you admittted that...because I’m in love with you toshi..” [. ] admitted back as the violet haired man gave her a bigger smile, crashing his lips against herself with a hard, but gentle kiss as she let out a gasp, kissing him back just as sweet until they pulled apart, both pairs of eyes wide. Starting to apologize, Hitoshi opened his mouth to only be shut by another kiss, this one having more passion than his own. Starting to feel his head swirl , Hitoshi picked up [. ] and placed her in his lap, making the smaller girl squeal as they got hot and heavy on their living room floor. [. ] being able to finally get her lips free she laughed, giving the male under her a smack on the chest and they both tried to catch their breaths.

“Wow...that was...hot? Definitely warmed me up” [. ] giggled as she went to roll off of him only to be pulled back down, a shiver going down her spine as the once innocent and shy Hitoshi was now looking like a hungry wolf at the sight of prey, a smirk crossing his lips. “Then let me make you really warm now hm? What I have in mind will..definitely keep us occupied as well” He whispered in her ear as she bit her lip, going to move away until a soft pain of lips touched her neck...

[fatelessbard]

Drabble: ~1000 words Quest: Please Find My Chickens!

The task seemed simple enough. Just gather a few chickens and help out one of the NPCs and maybe something will come of it. Like any of the other side-quests they’ve had right?

No.

This whole ordeal was starting to end up… fowl, literary funnies aside. Kiwi had spent since the crack of dawn rummaging and scurrying about for the darned mothercluckers left and right. Resorting to all sorts of methods of acquisition, be it involving traps or just outright trying to snatch them in a grand chase. Ok, many grand chases. The little devils seemed to just want to wriggle and squirm right out of Kiwi’s grasp whenever it came to.

Their efforts were paying off, at least. They’d managed to corral seven of the required eight. Even if it took several hours to get this far in the first place. It’d been grueling but, let it be known that Kiwi would never underestimate just how desperate a chicken can be when wanting to be away from its owner. The sheer amount of scrambling they had to do to get a couple of them was daunting as is; so, knowing they had to gather just one more was both a relief and tiring to think about.

They rolled up their sleeves and winced at the pain that shot up to their shoulders. Scratches littered their hands and arms, aching with dull pain after being exposed to the late-day sun.

“ I really ought to get these taken care of later… ” Kiwi hissed under their breath, biting back the sting each wound gave. Seeing the lack of red blood caused them a slight spike of anxiety and almost made them woozy. Thankfully, after a deep breath and covering their arms back, they recovered and stood up to start looking for the final feathered fiend.

“ Ok… No more lazing about!! Heeeere chicken, chicken… ” Cooing and calling, clapping here and there, Kiwi went more into the city. Passing by familiar sites of previous birds, they recollected briefly on how they had to end up doing a bit of parkour over some boxes and stands for one of them. Having to explain seemed to get them scott-free from the merchants but, they still felt bad.

It was such a strange thing… these NPCs. The way they spoke about things and went about their lives really struck chords with them. Not in the ‘haha! Wow, how funny!’ kind of way either. Everything about this island, tragic situation or otherwise, just resounded a bunch of bad memories for them. It was sad, really. Even if they had their interesting quirks, like the gal they were gathering these birds for in the first place… The dialogue spoken to them always felt so jarring and just… out of place. They fit the situation of course but they never really struck what feels completely real and–

cluck cluck clck

Head snapped upwards and out of thought, they spot it. The chicken they need. Clucking away at the side of a bridge– right there in the open. Kiwi’s eyes widened and instantly, they crouch downwards and begin to engage slowly. The usual existential awareness of this place will have to wait a little bit longer,

“ Now, now…. Don’t make this hard on me. You’re the last one of all your little buddies… C’mon… ” Closer and closer still. The bird wasn’t even looking at Kiwi, opting to begin pecking in between the cracks of the bridge’s planks. A hand inches until finally grazing the tail-feathers, ever so slightly. Then…

That’s when its head snapped right towards Kiwi to stare them down.

Before they could even utter a peep, a frenzy of feathers erupts in an instant. Vision completely blocked by the chicken boldly slamming themselves against their face.

“ GAH!! WAIT–THIS ISN’T WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID CMON! ” It took all for Kiwi not to swat at their own face at every single peck and clawing stroke the bird decided to deal at them. Instead, In an act of stupidity, their body thought it would be lovely idea to do all the recoiling for them and dunk themselves in the shallow water with a dramatic Sploosh.

Coughing out feathers and splashing to get their bearings, Kiwi’s hands grip the chicken as firmly as possible to try and pry them off. Oh, and did that chicken caw and screech as soon as they did. Clearly, they were offended that their attack was utterly thwarted by their victim having hands to keep their stingy clawed feet and pointy pecker at bay.

Kiwi could only laugh tiredly, watching the bird try to peck at their hands to only be met with their fingerless gloves. As long as it didn’t catch on that their fingers were exposed this would be fine. They lifted their now soggy body up from the water and tucked the chicken under their arm. Keeping it close to them as they trudged back to turn it in.

At least it didn’t run away, right?

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“ Oh thank you so much! You actually got all eight of them! ” The familiar chipper voice of the young girl chirped as the final bird was ungracefully dropped in the pen with the others.

They wanted to almost make a sly remark about ‘counting chickens before they hatch’ before the girl simply ushered another catch-all statement,

“ I’d hug you in a form of gratitude but, I’m afraid you’ll cause my reaction with all the man-handling you’ve done to my hens! ” She laughed to herself in a particularly fake-sugary sweet fashion before continuing,

“ I’ll mark the quest as finished as soon as I can. Thank you again! ”

   So, that was that? 

      Nothing of note… Nothing… major…?

Kiwi felt themselves flop on their bum in realization they were done with this particular nonsense. Maybe they should have tried gathering the weeds instead of this fiasco. They rubbed their face and leaned against the wooded corral and felt their eyes drift just a bit. The soft clucking of the chickens easing them into a light sleep.

Maybe… just a few hours. Just to rest up… Yeah.

[peachiikawa]

Wounds | Oikawa Tooru x Reader

a/n: i guess i got carried away writing this but i like how this turned out so i hope you enjoy it too!

Word count: 1k

Category: angst with a fluffy end

Warnings: none? self depreciation on Oikawa’s end?

Summary: Oikawa is an insecure man, he knows this. Everyone always seems to like his mask though, so why don’t you? What will it take for you to look his way?

oikawa tooru was someone who always had his walls up

he was someone that only let a few people inside to see the real him

and to him the real him was disgusting

which is why he oh so desperately wanted to hide it from you

you who always brought him a water bottle with a smile on your face

you who always knew what to say when he was down on himself

you who had stolen his heart

but no matter how much he flashed that over confident smile of his at you you never seemed to fall for it

why did his smile work on practically everyone else but you

it started to frustrate him to no end

“oikawa why dont you actually hit the ball”

iwaizumi noticed the distracted gaze of his friend and how it always seemed to land on you

it had been the fifth jump serve oikawa had missed during their practice

but he couldnt take his eyes off of you, aoba johsais precious team manager

“ahaha sorry iwa-chan!”

he tried to laugh it off but no matter how much he laughed he couldnt land a single hit

by the end of practice it was just iwaizumi and him locking up the gym and a heavy silence fell onto them both

“hey oikawa”

���not now iwa-chan...please’

oikawas lips faltered for a moment but quickly did a 180

“whats this iwa-chan? no trashykawa today? im surprised after how bad i did”

oikawa tried to change the subject with that sickeningly sweet smile of his 

he knew how awful he was today

he knew how distracted he seemed

and he didnt want to hear any words of pity from his friend

iwaizumi just took a deep sigh and patted the setter’s shoulder

“you know, that king act you put on doesnt work for everyone. it doesnt work for me and it sure as hell doesnt work for y/n. so maybe try being yourself. you can be pretty gross but youre actually kind of a cool guy. im sure y/n would think so too”

his hand left oikawas shoulder and he walked off

oikawa was frozen in his spot outside of the gym, his hands curled so tightly into fists he could feel his fingernails digging into his skin

“i know that”

though he said it out loud through gritted teeth, there was no one there to hear him

he wanted to yell and scream and just let all of his frustrations out

so he did

he did exactly that

“oikawa are you okay?”

his head slowly moved towards your direction, his eyes wide

he thought you had left already

so what were you doing here?

but that wasnt the biggest problem on his plate right now

you had seen him

how ugly he was

he wasnt ready for that

not yet

he felt like his world was crumbling down around him

he didnt know what to say

so when you had taken on step towards him

he ran

he didnt know what else to do

but he did know one thing

he knew didnt want to see your face

how disgusted you must be from seeing him like that

when he thought he had finally lost you he stopped in an alleyway, leaning against a building

his chest felt so heavy like it might collapse

and it wasnt just because he had just sprinted away from you

it was heavy from his cowardice, insecurities, and self pity

“oi...oikawa”

for the second time that night his eyes landed on you with surprise

you were out of breath but you didnt look tired

there was another emotion on your face

concern

one you caught your breath you started to search for your words

but before you could even get to them he spoke first

“ah whats up y/n? whyd you follow me? its dangerous to walk alone at night y’know”

he tried his best to sound like nothing had happened

he didnt want to talk about it

especially not with you

and that probably hurt you the most

but despite that you were going to get your two cents in

“i dont know whats wrong and i dont know why youre acting like nothing happened but...oikawa im here for you. and when i say you i really mean you. i really do want to get to know you but its hard when it seems as if theres a wall between us..so will you please let me in?”

tears were starting to form around your eyes and your voice was cracking

oikawa didnt know what to do

what was the right move here

this wasnt volleyball, this wasnt something he could control so easily and that terrified him

“i...im scared”

he decided to swallow every sense of doubt though and finally just let it out

“i want to be liked, i want to be the best but i cant do that being just me. the real me is insecure. the real me hates losing. the real me is terrified of what you think”

he was crying too now, his body shaking

“the real me is disgust-“

he couldnt finish his sentence

your lips were on his before he could

“oikawa i think the real you is kind, the real you is always looking out for his friends, and the real you is always making sacrifices to better your team. youre an amazing guy who doesnt need to hide behind a mask. youre only human, we all are”

there you go again

saving him with your words

his chest suddenly felt...lighter

like he could breathe again

why were you so gentle to him? he didnt deserve it

he felt your hands wiping away his tears

even your touch was soft

he took hold your you hand that was cupping his face and kissed the palm of it

“thank you y/n...thank you so much”

you could feel his hand shaking

and how his lips had quivered against your palm

“anytime oikawa! ill always be here for you”

your smile...was heavenly

so bright and blinding but he couldnt look away

he slowly leaned in and kissed you this time

those feelings of disgust werent gone, they were wounds that couldnt be healed over night

but you sure as hell made them feel better

and maybe one day oikawa would be completely rid of his wounds with you by his side

[ge]

hi so i started playing onmyoji because of you and i wanted to ask if you can give me any tips?? im at level 16 i think im doing well so far but since idk anyone who plays anything would help! sorry for bothering

HEHE YESS ok.. this got rlly long WHOOPS 

so first thing u shld do while ur at a low level is get a mentor.. when i started playing i just fucked around and didnt get a mentor until i was well into lvl 40.. a mentorship is where low lvl (15 to 45 i tihnk..) players can apply for an apprenticeship and level up fast while also getting rewards such as grade darumas and a random ssr once u finish ur apprenticeship.. u can find the mentor application icon in the right side of ur courtyard.. it shld look like this!

while under a mentor u are also lvling up ur friendship which, once it reaches a certain level, it unlocks the co-op feature that u can find by clicking the scroll at the bottom right hand side of ur screen > friends > co-op tab at the bottom right side of the pop up screen... there u can access ur friends powerful shikigami that u can use a limited amount of times daily to beat hard chapters/evo/soul zones, etc etc... if ur looking for a mentor i recently finished an apprenticeship w someone so im free to help out if ur interested ^__^ (my user is @.sneer [all lowercase] if u didnt already know hehe)

join a guild if you havent already! i tihnk it prompts you to join a guild when u first start playing i dont rmbr but a couple things to rmbr.. one. if ur guild has ‘15gq’ ‘100gq’ in its notice, gq means guild quest and u like.. HAVE to do those or else theyll kick u from the guild.. u can find the guild quests by going to ur guild, clikcing the shrine tab on the bottom right, and where it says GROUP QUESTS thats it! usually theyre basic things like submit grade four souls or evo materials but u shld definitely stack up on evo materials and souls so u dont run out.. so if ur guild says 100+gqs.... i wld suggest leaving that guild for a lighter gq guild.. 100+gq guilds are like.. big bad guilds who wanna rank in the top ten soo save urself the trouble.... TWO. ur realm! ur realm comes w ur guild so if ur kicked u cant access ur realm :( i think u already know what ur realm is and what it does so i will just say .. fuse ur low level realm cards.. SAVE UR DRUMS REALM CARDS.. if its a 1*, fuse it but if its 3*+... save that bad boy..

speaking of jade... SAVE IT.. jade and mystery talismans r like GOLD.. theyre rlly easy to get in the beginning of the game but they start getting super scarce when ur lvling up and r completing achievements.. usually when u get ten mystery amulets or 1k jade ur gonna think “oh what if i get an ssr out of this summon ooh” YOU WILL NOT.. this game HATES ur ass it hates u so much it hates ME it hates EVERYONE except lvl 60s who get new ssrs and shit on their first summon... ennieway.. random chance up events r stupid scams but chance up events featuring new shikigami are not... like the one thats going on right now for sp aoandon.. these r good events... random chance up events coming up out of no where is just netease being like ‘buy more jade we want ur money ugly idiot... stupid lmao’.. so yeah hoard ur amulets and jade AH ALSO IN THE MALL go to the mall and go to GENERAL.. youll see a package that says smth like 5 daily jade or smth that costs 666 jade.. BUY THAT itll give u 5 jade daily everyday.. it also stacks up so if ur not online for a couple days u wil be swimming in it baby...

oh god what else... click ur scroll on the bottom right and at the end next to collection youll see a tab that says TEAM.. thats a very useful helpful tab bc if u ever need help or want to join in on someone elses team for loot this is where u go.. when i started playing and i was farming for hiyoribo shards i always went to the system chat and clicked rlly fast on the hiyoribo shard zone hoping i cld get in ... i did that up until i was in my lvl 40s .. ur prbly smarter than me and alreayd know abt this tab but just felt like i needed to mention it just in case.........

SHARDS... if u get enough shards u can form a summoning pact w that shikigami.. demon seals are little side quests that pop up after youve completed a chapter/exploration and they come up randomly with a handful of different shikigami... but you can also access all of the demon seals from the TEAM tab i mentioned above.... demon seals only have a handful of shikigami though not all of them so dont expect to see like ssr demon seals lol also  some of the shikis u can farm from demon seals are VERY good.. ill touch on this later.. DEMON PARADE is another good way to collect shards.. in ur courtyard, click the town sign and the demon parade sign shld be the first thing u see! demon parade, unlike the demon seals, are chance thing, u might get the shards u want or u might not.. its kinda stupid... throwing beans around and shit.. itll give u a lineup of three shiki that u can choose from, if u hit the shiki u picked u get extra shards.. u might see some shiki in the parade w little lanterns over their heads, that just means they give more shards too nothing special

SHIKIGAMI... when ur looking at all of ur rare and sr shikigami ur probably thinking “this sucks these r all USELESS i want ssrs and sps >:(” well akchually... some of the best shiki in the game (for beginners especially) are rares and srs... shouzu (r), kamaitachi (sr), and hiyoribo (sr), are all farmable shikigami u can get from demon seals, if u havent summoned them already! yamausagi, a shiki u will see a LOT, is also a very easily summonable shiki so dont throw her away.. if u have duplicates of the same shiki u can PROMOTE THEM and it will level up one of their skills, just like a skill daruma! (DONT waste ur skill darumas they are soo valuable.. only use them on the shiki u use the most and want to lvl up skills on).. lvling up the skills on ur shiki increases their power and adds perks and makes them over all.. very sexy..

EDIT: added in this list of easy farmable beginners shikigami that u want to keep and build (refer to list BENEATH this one for list of roles)

kujira (sr) support

yamausagi (r) puller

shouzu (r) unique/shield **DEMON SEAL**

hiyoribo (sr) healer/revive **DEMON SEAL**

kusa (r) healer/dps

samurai x (r) cc

momo (sr) healer/revive

ushi no toki (r) unique

kamikui (r) pusher

oitsuki (sr) orbs

komatsu (sr) cc

kamaitachi (sr) puller **DEMON SEAL**

all shikigami have a certain role and its very important u know which shiki is which bc sometimes if u use them wrong u can mess up ur entire team.. here are all of the roles and some shiki examples:

dps: dps stands for ‘damage per second’ but it can also be used as a noun to describe a shikigami that is damage focused (ex. kuro mujou, momiji, hangan, mio)

cc: stands for ‘crowd control’. ccs have the ability to limit the number of enemies actively fighting during an encounter giving u the advantage (ex. enma, yuki onna, yumekui, samurai x)

pusher: pushes the enemies move bar back, giving u the advantage of going first (ex. kamikui)

puller: basically the same thing as pusher. pulls the ally move bar forward (ex. kamaitachi, yamausagi)

shield: shiki that provides a shield of some sort to protect allies without the use of souls (ex. ichimokuren, shiro)

heal: self explanatory (ex. sakura, hana)

revive: healer types with the ability to revive players w a cooldown. not all healers are revives (ex. hiyoribo, momo)

support: self explanatory.. supports allies (ex. miketsu, kujira, bake-kujira)

unique: shiki w unique abilities that cant be placed under labels (ex. hakuzosu, ushi no toki)

orbs: shiki that supply orbs to ur team (ex. aoandon, zashiki, oitsuki)

counter: shiki that counters after an enemy attack (ex. mannendake, vampire)

AND FINALLYYYYYY how to build ur shiki... while doing explorations u get free little souls.. in the beginning this will be ok since ur just starting off but actually each shiki has a perfect soul that makes them work the best.. now there are too many souls for me to actually list so as a parting gift to this entirely too long onmyoji cheat sheet, i will leave u this SHIKIGAMI BUILD GUIDE made by the nura clan.. it lists EVERY shikigami w the perfect soul for them, what role they play, and how to build them.. i touched on their roles a little bit above but i cldnt list everything so heres this.. i use it like everyday when building new shiki its sooo helpful

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1zZoMPfuA1plomt6Kq077Q9CZ3mD_0ThYzF_tIUyf28M/edit#gid=824193257

ANYWAY.. I TIHNK IM DONE.. I HOPE THIS WASNT A COMPLETE UNINTELLIGIBLE MESS... if u need clarification for anything pls ask i feel like i mashed up a bunch of words together and called it a day.. ummmm so yeah :) theres probably..... stuff... i might be missing but if theres smth specific u want to know about JUST ASK!!!!!!!!! im always looking for new omj friends...

[beaubcxton]

hold my hand (luna/neville fic)

Happy Birthday, @wizardingworldwaitforme I hope you like this camp au though it hardly has any camp moments xx You’re sweeter than Luna and I love you. Its around 1k only xx

Neville was pacing.                                          

The constant and irking patter carried the taste of dread with every step.

Everyone had their quirks. Ginny karate was an indicator that you were an arse who would soon say ouch. Hermione’s dazed look was a sign she was onto something big and Neville’s pacing brought a sense of foreboding.

 He was at camp. Where the brave become cowards, apparently. The cold bite of the unusual midnight wind didn’t seem to faze him nor the constant howls. (He did shut the window when his roommate stirred.) As a nature enthusiast, he took pride in his reaction to the outdoors. Quite the opposite to how his fellow campers groaned and whined when they noticed mud dazzling their pants.

 Well, Luna didn’t grumble but she was Luna.

 It was all rather fine for him. (Well, that’s what he tried to convince himself.) Too perfect. He should have known that it was the calm before the storm.

It was all bloody fantastic till he was rocking in his bed at 2 am, staring at the door and waiting for it to burst open.

His rigid stance brought back memories when he was a weak child, dependent and burdening to his family. Quick to dismiss the incoming and sudden morbid thoughts, he chewed his nails tills the sound of hooves was a mere background sound.

Pacing next to his bed, he’s careful not to step on anything that might creek. He tries to distract himself by making a cup of hot chocolate. His mother used to say, there was a nothing a good cup of chocolate can’t cure. That was true when she was alive. Now, he cringed as the bittersweet taste stung his throat.

This was all his fault, really. He thought it’d be fun. The adventurer in him relished the idea of a fun packed vacation. The brochures certainly made it seem interesting. The canoe drifting lazily on the lake with a sign, Peace Paradise was a lie. It really was. He should have known not to trust an alliteration. 

 Two weeks in and Neville found no tranquility in the food nor his room.

A mixture of amusement and fascination poured from him when he noticed a poisonous worm in his noodles. It was rare!!! That’s why I was excited!, he had tried to justify himself later on.

The fact that he’d been made counselor considerably brightened him. And the fact that his roommate was his best friend, Luna.

Flickering his eyes towards her for a brief second, a smiles curves his face. She was beyond perfect. They’d known each other since they were tiny tods. Several deaths in his family and hers brought them closer than they could possibly imagine.

 Luna was they very definition of everything good in this world.

 At the beginning of camp, it was hard for him. He’d come out as demisexual to his grandmother before he left and she’d scoffed, telling him he was just confused and “Neville, can you hand me that basket? I’d rather not discuss such ridiculous things with you.”  Luna nodded when he told her and then started talking about brownies. (“Daddy thinks war hoops live in brownies. They’re demi too. Im bi, by the way.”)

They’d play board games every evening as they ate marshmallows.

(“Aspoliahdi is a word, Neville.”

“It really isn't.”

She had thrown him a look like, really?

“Aspoliahdu is a word not aspoliahdi.”

She had hummed like she always did, conveying a mix between assurance and disagreement. “Well, if you’re sure.” )

 She was like Theia, the Greek goddess of light. Each hello, each you okay? Each see you later was dunked in joy.

Sometimes, they drank milk- Luna added honey in it. “Keeps the wackspurts away”, she explained when he asked- before they slept. Luna crunched on chocolate biscuits as Neville weaved a story about gods and-

“Nev?”

He startles. “Sorry, I didnt mean to wake you.”

Luna yawns, her wide blue eyes shutting for a second and then, she hops off the bed. “What’s wrong?“

He laces his hands together, embarrassment flushing his cheeks pink.

“Its nothing.”

She tilts her head waiting, the flower clip tangled in her hair, flutters on the bed.

“I think there’s a deer outside.” He mumbles, finally. “And, I’m not quite fond of them.”

Fond is an understatement. To say he was rather embarrassed and dead frightened would also be an understatement. Everytime a picture of a deer- or a stag- was slapped in front of him, he had shut his eyes immediately and his toes had curled.

 Unlike most people, there was no back story, no justifiable explanation for this ridiculous terror. He just found them absolutely weird.

 And when people laughed, he’d asked, “What if a deer attacks you with its antlers? Its been known to do that.” They’d laugh. Again.

His roommate moves past the absurdity of the situation and nodded wisely.

Breaking the silence, a grunt followed by a snort is heard and he jumps instinctively. When she doesn’t laugh at his awkwardness, he has an urge to compliment her- as he always does- but lets the moment pass.

“It’s a klonseki.”

Moving to his bed, he tightens his fingers with the cheap cotton bedsheets. “What’s that?”

“Klonseki.” She repeats her voice, almost as light as milk. “They’re ah, rather silent creatures except for times like this. Not dangerous though, they just want to play. Daddy and I used to feed them when Mother was alive.”

Cautious how to respond, he nods as she glides and flops next to him. She props her knees on the bed and he lazily drapes his blanket over her feet.

“You don’t need to worry. I must warn you that they dislike fear. Makes them all jittery and-“She gestures vaguely

A clumsy smile forms its way on his face, speaking volumes about the gratitude he owes her.

They sit like that for a long time, quietly swaying to invisible music. Neville breaks the silence first and they talk about their favorite chocolate, their favorite wackskpurt and their favorite toad.

“Breathe, Neville. Calm up.”

“How’d you know I was nervous?”

“You’ve been tapping your foot for the last three minutes. It’ll be alright. They don’t like entering cabins. Poor things. All alone in the cold.”

He likes that about her. She knows him. The very act of bothering to listen to him drowns his heart in love. Such kindness, she bore. Luna was the only one who made him feel sane in all his seventeen years.

And now, he’s becoming a sap. 

Wavy handwriting catches his attention. It’s a card; Luna had drawn on it and written Happy bee–day. A faint blush blooms on her cheeks as she notices his sudden staring.

Shutting his eyes when he hears a snort, he’s distracted as Luna slips her hand in his and hums.

“Want to garden tomorrow?”

It’s barely a whisper in the quiet room that previously swelled with his anxiety but her breath is all he can focus on. All his fears, all his nightmares ushered away with that calm lilt.

He smiles at her abashed. “Of course.”

[kwj-jojo]

Monday

QUOTE - “I love you.” “What?” “wHAT?! NOTHING!”

words: 1,597

Genre: Fluff Warnings: I’m a mobile writer so I don’t know how to do the page break thingy I’m so sorry! If someone could tell me how that would be great. It’s also my first scenario so I’m sorry if it isn’t the greatest. Feedback and critiques are appreciated!

Authors note: This is part of @ugh-supersoldiers 1k writing challenge!

The Academic Decathlon was as stressful as could be, especially since Peter was living a double life. After witnessing not only his incredible talent, but also his stress, during a competition, you decided to ask Aunt May if it would be okay for you two to spend the rest of the day in each other’s company— with your friend Ned, of course. She of course gave you permission, understanding that he needed to be a teenager and spend time with his friends.

This is why all three of you are in your car, singing ever-so-beautifully to Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer

“I swear your voice will break my ears,” You noted sarcastically to Peter’s screeching.

“Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear, WOAH, LIVIN ON A PRAY— Take exit 2B,” He continued as if you never said anything.

Ned continued the song, being the only one who knew all the lyrics, while you and Peter encouraged him. Peter’s phone vibrated, indicating he got a message.

”It’s from Flash” Peter sighed

“what’d he say?” Ned questioned

He stared at his phone for a second before erasing the message, ”nothing important”

You could tell he was lying and made a mental note to ask him about it later. You had to keep your eyes on the road for another 10 minutes to get to the mall where you would secretly fantasize about being on a date with him, only to be brought back to reality whenever Ned would engage in your conversations. Not that you disliked him, you loved Ned. Just not in the way you loved Peter.

Because I mean, jeez. Peter was everything you ever wanted. Talented, handsome, smart, funny, the list goes on. It hurts to love him when he doesn’t return the feelings. You know all of the late night extensive phone calls are nothing more than friendly and that Liz has a better chance with him than you do.

After arriving at the mall, you all stood outside of your car, laughing hysterically at Ned’s parking. He insisted he knew how to park, but after seeing how far he was away from the lines, it was clear his confidence got in the way of reality.

“You’re not even in the box!” You said between breaths, before falling to the floor in laughter

“I’ve done this before!” Ned exclaimed, “except the last time I did it I hit a tree” He finished

“I was there. His mom got so mad,” Peter added, before bursting out in laughter

“I didn’t know it was that close!” Ned exclaimed, in futile attempt to defend himself

“When’s you get your lisence, tell me so I can warn everyone to get off the streets” you teased, before patting him on the back

-

You all decided on pizza at the cafe after about an hour of walking around. Ned had to use the restroom, resulting in you and peter being left at the table. alone.

“So, how’s decathalon been treating you?,” You attempted at small talk

“It’s been pretty good, pretty stressful,” He replied after taking a sip of his soda

“What was that text you got from Flash about earlier?” you suddenly questioned. It happened a while ago that even he forgot about it.

“W-wha— oh— that was nothing,” he hesitated. You furrowed your brows in doubt.

“You sure?,” you pressed, hoping he’d spill

“Yeah. It was just about you know— what happened at the competition earlier,” he sighed

“You seemed a little stressed at the end of it. I don’t know why, though. You know almost everything in the world,” you said non-chalantly. But to Peter, your words meant everything

“T-thanks, (y/n),” he sighed. You waved your eyebrows in response.

After a moment of silence, Peter spoke up, “So… what do you think of Flash?”

“Doucebag.”

He snickered at your retort, then continued, “You know, he was actually gonna ask you to homecoming,”

Your eyes grew wide, “Oh hell no, not happening. Nope.” you wavered your hands in exaggerated fear.

“Imagine, you two slow dancing,” Peter teased, swaying while closing his eyes dreamily.

You gagged, “I’d rather die”,

He laughed. It was a sound you loved so much that you kind of just watched him until he eventually stopped, and looked into your eyes, before you awkwardly caughed to break the contact.

“But yeah— no. Tell him he’s terrible and I’d never go with him,” you continued

He smiled, “Go with Ned, then. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a date.” The smile didnt seem genuine, though. It was more like he was beating around a bush.

“I’ll ask Ned if you ask Liz,” you suggested. His eyes grew wide, as if you just did the most flamboyant thing in the world.

“No. No way. She’ll never say yes.” He stated

“Dude. Yeah, she would.” You teased, pushing his shoulder in encouragment.

“Nah.. I don’t think I’d want to go with her anyways.” He dismissed with a wave of his hand. You furrowed your brows.

“ ’Fuck you mean you don’t want to go with her? You’ve been crushing on her for like, forever!” you exclaimed, hands wavering around like a madman.

“pshh… I mean, m-maybe we could go together?” He shrugged, as his voice kept getting quieter.

Your face went blank.

what?

“I mean— only if you want to. You don’t have to– I know you’d wanna go with Ned probably cuz— He’s like your best friend—” He rushed, after not getting a response

“n-no! No— I’m down to go with you like— like as friends,” you established.

Peters face shown brighter than the sun, until he heard you say that word.

Friends

Of course, he thought. Why would you go as something more?

“Yeah—yeah totally. friends.” He inhaled, “Cuz y'know… we’re friends”

“Right.” you nodded.

You two sat in silence once again. Checking your phone, you realized Ned’s been gone for about ten minutes now.

“Either Ned ditched us, or he’s taking a huge shit.” you stated. Peter snickered.

“I hope he’s not taking a huge shit because that would be disgusting,” he said, laughing.

“But what if he is?” You pressed

“Pretend we’re not friends?” He shrugged

You sarcastically gasped, covering your mouth in feign surprise, “You wouldn’t defend him for taking an inevitably huge shit?”

“Shut up!” You both laughed.

Ned texted you two that he’d be at Gamestop. You assumed he sent it earlier, but you never got it because of the bad reception at that part of the mall. You and Peter threw your trash away and sought out to meet him.

You passed by a store that was selling Avengers costumes. Excitedly, you grabbed Peters hand and ran in pulling on a Spiderman mask and pretending to web him. He played along, though this adventure was short-lived after an associate kicked you out for not purchasing anything.

“Wait-no! I’m actually gonna buy this,” You defended, before taking the spiderman mask and gloves up to the cashier and paying.

Peter snickered, “You actually bought it?”

“I mean, yeah. Spidey’s cool. And he helps people,” You gushed.

“Yeah, he seems like a pretty cool guy.” Peter added. You nodded in agreement.

“Of course he would be. I mean, he’s obviously not perfect, but he does a lot of what we can’t. Like honestly, without Spiderman, I just wonder, like, how man criminals wouldn’t have been caught.” You turned to him to find him staring intently at you, “He’s kind of a hero we really nee—”

“I love you” he spilled

“wha—”

“whAT NOTHING!” he exclaimed, his steps getting faster and faster.

“Peter wait!” You snapped out of your trance, running to catch up to him.

-

After dropping off Ned home, you were left with Peter and inwardly cursed at yourself for not dropping off Peter first. No other words were exchanged between the two of you after his confession, but Ned was oblivious to the awkward tension between you two.

“Thanks for the ride, (y/n)!” Ned waved with a contagious smile

“Anytime, bud!” you replied, backing out of his driveway

-

After parking in front of Peter’s apartment complex, none of you said a word. You heard him sigh, then turn to you.

“I actually don’t really want to leave…” He confessed

“What will Aunt may say? It’s already 8:00…” You sighed

He pressed his lips in a tight line, “You’re right.” He paused for a moment, before picking his backpack off the back seat. As he was reaching for the door handle, you interjected.

“wait.” You said, a hand on his shoulder. Confidently, you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll see you Monday.” You smiled.

He snapped out of his trance, “Y-Yeah. I’ll see you then.” He said, opening his door and finally exiting.

He was already out the door but in a split second was tapping on your window. You had not even put your car in reverse, let alone let your doors lock, but open the window anyways.

“Can I call you tonight?” Peter asked, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Your grin grew larger than you thought it could, “yeah. of course.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“I’ll see you on monday”

“That, you will.”

“Alright…”

“okay..”

“Bye”

you chuckled, “Bye, Peter”

“Bye, (y/n)”

“Peter?”

“yes?”

“get off my car”

“Oh shoot— sorry I totally forgot” He scratched the back of his neck, before walking up to his doorstep, in front of your car, waving until you were gone.

You were both smiling goofily, and stared into each other as long as you could. Ah, young love.

[tackyink]

@ildstedi replied:

for some reason marina is a hufflepuff in my mind??? but like.... that kind of hufflepuff that really didnt want to be sorted into hufflepuff and is kind of embarrassed by the whole ordeal

Yes. Yes. This is perfect. Headcanon accepted.

@piersic replied:

Marina a Slytherin? I saw her as a model Hufflepuff D: About the word "thing", FFnet says that Inked on Skin has 145K words. That means "thing" apears 1,36 per 1K, which I think it's a very low rate. xD

That’s it, Marina’s a Hufflepuff. And I can roll with Saki being a Gryffindor, but I always thought she leaned more to Slytherin? Ah well.

Aahh, my friend, but the thing (ugh) is that there’s a load of somethings/anythings/nothings/everythings that make the repetition a killer. I suppose it’s okay if it doesn’t detract from the story, though.