#(-stingy voice- he's mine mine mine miNE MINE!)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3

a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾

katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.

for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.

imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.

he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.

“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.

“quit squirmin’. ”

“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.

“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.

“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.

“like what ?”

“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.

you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.

“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.

“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.

“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.

“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.

“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”

you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”

“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.

“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”

“yet.”

your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.

“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”

“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.

you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.

“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.

“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.

“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”

“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.

“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.

“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.

“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.

“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.

“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”

a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Dating Miguel O’Hara Would Include…

Warnings: Implied Smut, Domestic Miguel !!!, Possessive Miguel, Protective Miguel, Dominant Miguel, Slight Yandere Miguel (if you squint), Fluff, Mild Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No Pronouns used for Reader Except You’.

Miguel being stoic and militant around his associates, but melting into a massive softie when he gets to see you.

His eyes literally light up when he hears you coming. He has to resist the urge to scoop you up into his arms and cuddle you silly whenever he hears you call his name, your tones music to his ears, his heart thrumming – harpstrings.

Golden retriever boyfriend to the MAX.

He brings you breakfast in bed whenever he’s awake before you – which is often considering his vampiric nature. And he looks so proud of himself when he cooks a good meal, too. Literally just a beaming, teeth-filled, closed-eye smile when you tell him he’s “Done such a good job, Babe !”

Any kind of praise sends him absolutely wild, so use it sparingly. It can either get you out of or into a world of trouble; especially if you're trying to get Miguel hot under the collar.

Miguel’s love language is, simply put, everything.

The adoration that swells in his chest whenever he thinks of you manifests as him throwing himself into your service.

He does anything and everything you ask of him, no matter how extravagant or nominal the request is. And everything you don’t.

He isn’t stingy with his words, either; he tells you how much he loves you whenever you’re alone, often coming up behind you and sliding his arms around your front, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing deeply.

He presses soft, careful kisses into the crook of your neck, making sure to keep his fangs from pinching you, inhaling your warmth, your scent.

“I love you.” His heart drums into your back. His lips capture your skin again. “I love you,” And again. “I live for you.” And again.

He’s lived with a lifetime of regret for not being able to protect those he held dear; he won’t allow you to go without knowing the extent of his adoration for you. Not when he feels he never truly got to show his family – his ghosts – how much he loved them.

On a lighter note, Miguel LOVES having his hair played with; just card your fingers through his locks and he’s as good as incapacitated.

After a rough day, he crawls into bed and lays his head in your lap or on your chest, his body winding down in your soft embrace.

He lowkey moans when you catch his sensitive spot, his brows knotting together, his voice coming out as a rasped whisper.

He knows when you’re purposely trying to get him worked up, though. And he doesn’t stand for it.

“Careful Darling,” he glowers, the phantom sensation of you tugging his hair a half-weight on his senses. He cracks an eye open, his wine irises peaking out beneath heavy lids.

“Or I won’t be so gentle when it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Miguel prefers private displays of affection over public displays of affection; he doesn’t want his subordinates knowing he’s gone soft.

But, there are exceptions to this principle.

Like if Miguel’s feeling particularly hot and desperate, by which point he whisks you away to the bathroom and the two of you aren’t seen for a good hour or so. Usually longer.

The other exception is if he’s feeling jealous or possessive, by which point his sensibilities have vacated his mind and he’s right behind you, his hands on your waist, your shoulders – anywhere he can hold you. Or, he’s filling your mouth with his tongue and your ear with his words if the other party present doesn’t get the hint that you’re taken.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, his breath hot, prickling your skin, the tips of his fang drawing goosebumps. Miguel’s eyes shine an ocean red, dark and unknown. He has you caged, arms encompassing you entirely.

“And I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”

Speaking of; Miguel is incredibly possessive.

Years of rumination and a history of scattered failures make for a very territorial man. And it shows.

He keeps his hands on you whenever you’re together or in the presence of someone he thinks can steal you from him; someone better than him.

He stares down at them until they fumble or leave; whichever prevails first. After which point, when you’re alone, he turns you round to look at him and just stares at you like 🥺.

The epitome of ‘Babe you pushed my leg off you while you were asleep; do you still love me ???’

You have to reassure him when things like this occur. Take him by the face and hold him gently in your hands; press a soft kiss to his lips and call him your “One and only,”

Doing so is a one-way ticket to a very long night.

Possessive, heartfelt, grasping, gasping love-making.

Miguel can’t stop until your bottom half is numb and the only thing you’re capable of thinking and saying is his name.

Of course, he rewards you for your endurance after the fact.

Aftercare king right here <333

Treats you like you’re glass; he runs you a bath, brings you your favourite drink and changes the bedsheets.

And, when you’re fast asleep and curled up into his chest, his heart flutters, and, for the first time in his life, he feels that he has stability. Pure, unconditional, everlasting love.

And he’ll sooner dismantle the multiverse himself than let anyone or anything take that from him.

Masterlist Masterpost

Yandere Masterlist Juicy Original Content <3

[srslyscary]

things they’ve said // ot8

things bf!skz has said to you

Including: bang chan, changbin, hyunjin, lee know, seungmin, han, felix, jeongin

Bang Chan

; “you’re too cute for this world, Y’know?”

; “don’t doubt yourself babe. you’re amazing in my eyes.”

; “not every day do you get to wake up to a gorgeous gal.”

; “I know it’s late, but check out this track I made— yeah it’s about you, what about it babe?”

; “stain my face with your pretty lips baby, I want everyone to know I belong to you— yeah with that new lipstick you bought, it’s a cute color. perfect for complimenting my face.”

; “i have seven kids and now they’re also YOUR seven kids.. deal with it, hah.”

; “you’re shorter than me, so your love capacity isn’t as strong as mine. it’s physically impossible for you to love me more babe.”

; “I can’t take my eyes off you. you’re just too pretty— I’m not trying to be creepy!— no— Y’know what I just won’t look at you then.. hehe.”

; “you deserve the universe.”

; “it’s kind of hard to unlove you sweetheart.”

; “it’s only been 2 minutes how do you already miss me.”

; “baby all I wanna do is see you. and do you.— just kidding… or am I?”

; “my goal is to keep you happy all the time.”

; “I love you because you’re the best. intellectual wise I REALLY would hate for someone to touch you lovingly like I do.”

; “excuse the fact that we’re locked in for life and you can’t go anywhere without me- HAHA.”

; “I got addicted to you very easily.”

; “I think I’m just in love with everything you do.”

; “I love you. I don’t think I said that enough today.”

Changbin

; “y’know what we should do? go have a picnic and watch the sunset. wouldn’t that be nice?”

; “you’re always pretty jagiya. you’re especially pretty without makeup.”

; “i’m tired. let’s cuddle, kay? I wanna feel you wrapped up in my arms, I’ll know you’re safe with me then.”

; “I literally just can’t have enough of you.”

; “I’ve been looking at pictures of you for the last 30 minutes—“

; “I like you mostest— no I love you. I’m IN love with you.”

; “wanna ft and eat together?”

; “You’re perfect to me. You always will be— it’s not cheesy it’s the truth!— accept my compliments right now!”

; “stop being stingy and give me more kisses! I’ll die if you don’t smother me— it’s true my doctor says so!”

; “your presence heals me.”

; “You’re like my healing wave and my bright sun.”

; “I can’t even describe in words how sexy you are right now- you’re just- WOW.”

; “FOOD DATEEEE! YAYYYY!”

; “I want you in every way that there is to want a person.”

; “You’re sweet, and hot.. good mix in my opinion.”

; “you should stay up.. I wanna keep flirting with you.”

Hyunjin

; “I wanted to talk to you. I miss your voice and your laugh, and your pretty face.”

; “my love, you could be more discreet if you’re trying to scare me— USING MINHO AS A SCARE TACTIC ISN’T FAIR EITHER!”

; “I’ll be as sassy as I want. Now give me a kiss I’m craving them— yes I’m on my period now hand them over or else.”

; “jokes on you, you’re my number one priority right now. the boys can wait a little while longer.”

; “I wanna stay up and talk to you.— What do you mean no?— that’s too bad, you’re not my mom.”

; “you mean more than the world to me.”

; “I don’t care who he was. he was looking at you the way I look at you. and I should be the ONLY person to look at you like that— cmon love.”

; “I’m physically craving your touch right now— I just want to sock you in the face and then kiss it right where it hurts— I’m joking I love you!”

; “I always wanna be by your side angel.”

; “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

; “I’m painting you love, what else would I be doing?”

Lee Know

; “you literally captivate me. your eyes especially. I could spend hours looking at your pretty face and never get bored.”

; “one day I’m gonna train my cats to come beat you up.”

; “I’m gonna punch you in the mouth. With my mouth. Softly.— yea I’m going to kiss you.”

; “stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you. it’s not funny— don’t laugh!”

; “I want your lips, I want your everything. or rather- I want you here so I can hold you.”

; “when I talk to you.. it’s like talking to my best friend. except I love you and I get to kiss you all over and all that cool stuff.”

; “your stubborn ass is never gonna listen— also I love your ass. literally.”

; “I’m really just.. fucking soft when it comes to you.”

; “yeah babe. you’re really pretty. the prettiest.”

; “You’re literally dreaming i didn’t say that— how’s that gaslighting?!”

; “you make me think of a love song every time I look at you.”

; “baby, just kiss me.”

; “Sure, we can get matching outfits.”

Seungmin

; “you look so innocent but I know you’re not— that makes me weak.”

; “I can tell you so many times how pretty you are, because you’re my pretty puppy and no one else’s.”

; “kinda wanna take you out for dinner— what I’m just saying?”

; “relax pretty puppy, I’m all yours.”

; “I wanna see you drunk off my kisses.”

; “I just like whacked Han in the back of the head and he started crying- funniest thing ever.”

; “we look cute together, don’t you agree?”

; “let’s live together, I hate everyone else except you.”

; “you haven’t talked to me since 12:03pm. I’m lonely. talk to me babe.”

; “it’s not like I hate going out. I just hate everyone else gets to see how pretty you are.”

; “didn’t you say you liked these?— yeah I got ‘em for you.”

; “babe, you’re constantly reading that. what is it?”

; “wanna come watch me practice?”

; “that dress is cute babe, you should get it.”

; “You’re so stupidly cute, it’s getting annoying.”

; “babe, I love you— but stop trying to get me to buy you that dog.”

Han

; “BABE GUESS WHAT— I love you!”

; “hi beautiful, I hope you had a good day!”

; “You’re so cute babeeee, you literally make my heart melt.”

; “wake up I miss you.”

; “baby, have I ever told you how pretty you are?— mhm! the prettiest.”

; “You’re all I’ll ever need.”

; “daily reminder that I’m so in love with you-!”

; “I woke up and the first thing I wanted was you.”

; “this pretty face is all mine— mine to kiss and stare at and compliment.”

; “my favorite thing to look at is you of course!!”

; “TODAY REMINDS ME OF YOU— BECAUSE ITS HOT.”

; “I got butterflies when you called me pretty.”

; “I stay up just to talk to you babe.”

; “girl the only side chicks I got are your other personalities.”

; “You’re always on my mind, duh.”

; “honestly my mom would be so proud of me if I brought you home.”

; “you have me on some foreign level of happy.”

; “why is it that birds chirp to communicate? let’s chirp to communicate baby! — IT’S NOT WEIRD IT’S NATURE.”

; “how’s your day going my beautiful future wife?”

; “face time meeee, I’m with the boyssss, they wanna say hi to my girlll!”

; “I want you. Only you.”

; “just kiss me and don’t stop.”

Felix

; “good morning angel. sleep well?”

; “I want all of you forever. you and your perfect face, your perfect body, your perfect personality.”

; “me and chan bought ice cream! wanna share with me?”

; “BABE THERE’S A SPIDER— oh right.. yeah I’ll kill it-“

; “so you’re saying you saw a cat and your first thought was to text me about it?— god I love you.”

; “you just have me so whipped. I’d do anything for you.”

; “sunshine, can I tell the boys about you?”

; “You’re my entire universe, and whatever is beyond that.”

; “such a pretty face, can’t believe I get to kiss you and call you mine.”

; “of course I made you some brownies! why wouldn’t I?”

; “when I kiss you it’s hard for me to stop.”

; “I love you with my heart baby.”

; “don’t get jealous baby you own my heart, I’m all yours.”

; “I wanna marry you already. I want a house, a dog, a weird grocery list, everything baby.”

; “why are you staring at me, huh beautiful?”

; “You’re really cute when you’re nervous.”

; “I’ll be over in five with pizza. Sound good?”

Jeongin

; “I’m so proud of everything you do lovely!”

; “proceed with caution you might burn down the kitchen.”

; “You’re literally my dream girl.”

; “I was just thinking about you— and our future.”

; “the thought of us kissing won’t leave my head-“

; “I miss you, call me?”

; “You’re cute.. we should be cute together!”

; “stay called me a peach.. do you think I’m a peach lovely?”

; “I don’t care what you wear, you’re beautiful either way.”

; “there she is— the girl of my dreams.”

; “I wanna be your every thought, every second of the day.”

; “I text you when I miss you.. which is all the time.”

; “can I tell you something? don’t freak out.— I love you.”

; “Sorry im busy! I’m discussing future wedding plans with your mom!”

; “you hungry lovely?— scratch that I know you’re always hungry, let’s go to that cafe down the street.”

; “send me videos of you— why would I want nudes? — no send me videos of you being silly and singing!”

; “I’m glad I met you too, you’re the best thing to happen to me.”

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Who He Is

Prompt: You walk in on Doflamingo with another woman, and when you try to leave you realize you didn't really know him.

Requested by Anonymous

~ Part 2

Doflamingo X Fem Reader

Warning: Noncon

You were pacing the floor, angry. You couldn’t believe what you just witnessed. You walked into the bedroom you shared with Doflamingo to see him already there with another women. His stupid face just stared at you as if you had ruined the moment while the women hid her face. You slammed the door shut and stormed off to the living room where a couple other of his family was.

         “What got your panties in a twist,” Bellamy bellowed, amused at your anger. You shot him a glare, though it did nothing to stop his snickering. You went over to an empty seat, flopping into it while crossing your arms.

         “Who does he think he is?!” You yelled, “Bringing someone else to our bed like its nothing.” Bellamy continued his laughter much to your annoyance but everyone else remained quiet. You noticed a few glances being shared but no words said, “What is it?” You snap at all of them.

         It’s Baby 5 who finally breaks the silence, “Maybe he’s bored?” You suck in your breath, “-not useful to him anymore.” You didn’t catch the first half of her sentence but she didn’t seem all to surprised at how this was all playing out.

         You look around and everyone else refused to meet your eyes, everyone except the flamboyant boy who refused to quiet down. “Well then I’ll just leave. If he doesn’t like me anymore it doesn’t matter.” You say defiantly, you’d never expect this relationship to last long anyway, you just never expected it to end like this.

         “He won’t like that,” Bellamy laughed while watching you storm out of the room.

~~~

         You’d barely made it downtown when you noticed someone following you. You weren’t in the mood to deal with creeps at the moment. You rounded the corner onto a busier street, to try and shake the person off. The sun was starting to set so it’d be better to be somewhere before it gets dark.

         Before you could make it to any building you felt a stingy tug on your wrists. There was no one around you but you knew who was pulling you towards the alley. Despite your tugs for freedom, there was nothing that you could do. The familiar laugh making your blood boil as you got closer, “Darling where do you think you’re going?”

         “What do you want Doffy? What happened to your new plaything?” You spit out as your arms are raised into the air, feet dangling until you’re eye level with Doflamingo.  

         “Oh doll, I may get another toy, but your still mine.” His voice drips with something else you haven’t heard before and your heart sinks slightly. The anger boiling more than the slight fear that’s rising up. He grabs your wrists himself, pushing you against a wall, caressing your face with his other hand. “Now then, should I punish you here? Or back home?”

         You feel your heart sink when his hand starts to venture down, fingers looping around the collar of your shirt, pulling enough to start a tear. Your eyes flash up at him, his face unrecognizable from who you thought you knew, before twisting your head around to look around the alley way. You feel the tug on your shirt and hear it rip more before you swallow the lump in your throat, “H-home.”

         Doflamingo lets out a small chuckle before leaning down, licking your neck up to your ear, “And why should I do that darling? Just so you can run away again? How will you learn?” The dangerous tone danced in your head as you wracked your brain for any way to get out of this situation. Tears brimming your eyes as one final tug left you exposed.

         “I-I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking up into his sunglasses, “I do-n’t know what I was t-thinking.” The whimpers of a false apology leaving you as you feel his hand trail down your stomach, fingers brushing against your waist band.

         His face close as he still stares down at you, expectingly as you start to shake slightly. His amused chuckles waiting for more while he slips his hand underneath the fabric of your shorts.

         The sound of people walking down the streets just a hundred feet away made you start to sweat as you feel him inching closer to your core. “D-Doffy, baby. Please I’m sorry,” You whimper out before leaning up into him, kissing him gently in hopes that he would change his mind, looking up with puppy eyes before continuing, “Let’s go home. Please baby?” Another kiss, that this time he accepts, deepening it as he puts his hand on your hip, pushing himself against you and loosening the grip on your wrists. “I played this joke too far, I’m sorry” You murmur under your breath, wrapping you arms around his neck when they were finally released from his grasp.

         “Well if you’re truly sorry Darling,” His dark voice still there as he smiled down at you mockingly, “I guess I can go easy this time as it was your first transgression.” He sets you down entirely, letting you stand on your own two feet. His hand goes to your shoulder, the grip a warning tight grasp as you stare back up at him, “You’d better get back home before dark then.”

         You look at him quizzically as he steps back, your hands slowly going to the edges of your ripped shirt, crossing them over in an attempt to cover yourself, “I’ll even forget about the punishment if you get home before the sun sets.” His mocking tone as he starts walking away from you, “Oh and darling? Don’t try to run.” You felt a shiver run down your spine, processing his words. The shreds of a shirt barely covering you as you looked at the horizon, realizing you had at most a couple of minutes of light left before the city would be plunged into darkness. It had taken you at least half an hour to get here. The cool sweat forming as you started to make your way back, it’d be best not to anger him more, you didn’t want to test the waters of his anger.

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Five Hargreeves - More than I originally planned

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x reader

Word count: 1109

Warnings: Wounds, blood

Summary: Five comes home bloodied and bruised, you patch him up and give him love.

You had stayed at the academy when Five told you he'd be going out to get a cup of coffee since there clearly wasn't any in these cabinets. You took a book from the bookshelf in the living room and sat down at one of the couches with a cup of steaming hot tea and a few pieces of chocolate that you occasionally ate between the page-turning. The sun had gone down and your only light source was the small lamp standing in the window and the light above Five's portrait. The fire in the open stove had almost gone out completely, the only flame left was the soft glow in the burnt coal.

After what seemed like almost an hour and a half you began to wonder where he was. It didn't take that long to get a cup of coffee. He'd taken the car, too tired to spacial jump, but even the car didn't take that long to drive. Five wasn't very stingy with the gas either and it was late so traffic couldn't really be the problem. You looked up from your book to check the time one more time and your gaze got stuck on Five's portrait. The oil paint was shiny and he looked so... nobel. Five had always been proud and probably a bit of a pompous ass, but on the painting he looked almost like royalty. He looked like he deserved to be up there. Considering he'd survived an apocalypse and gotten back to the right timeline to save his siblings and you, he probably actually deserved the portrait.

The front door got shut and the sound seemed to echo through the house. Your gaze snapped in the direction of the hall and you saw Five walk in. The obscure lightning made it hard to see him properly but when he almost fell towards the wall, propping himself up and limping in towards you, you shot up from the sofa and rushed towards him.

"Oh god, you're bleeding!" you placed your hands on his shoulders, examining him closer. He had a nasty wound on the side of the head, his clothes were torn in a few places and the smell of blood filled your nostrils. His uniform jacket was partly crimson red and his knees were scraped up pretty badly. Five made a vague gesture towards the jacket, "mostly not mine," his voice was hoarse and he shifted his weight over on you instead of the wall, trusting you to hold him up. You carefully led him to the couch you'd previously been sitting on and lowered him down to sit on it. He gave out a huff off air as he fell back to the cushions, his eyes closing momentarily before meeting your gaze.

"I'll be right back," you mumbled and set off towards the bathroom to get a first aid kit and some painkillers. When you returned, Five looked as if he was sleeping. His green eyes were closed and his breathing was somewhat even. You softly shook him, "I'm back," you mumbled and gave him a small smile. He looked extremely tired and worn out but gave you a weak nod as an answer.

"You don't have to..." he said quietly and made a gesture to the things in your hands and his wounds. You just shook your head at him and sat down in front of him on the floor. You poured out some of the alcohol you had to clean his wounds on a cotton pad and carefully started to clean the gashes he'd gotten on his knees. He winced and twitched at the feeling of the stinging alcohol. As you swiftly swept over the whole wound he let out a sharp hiss.

"Sorry," you whispered and placed a warm hand on his leg to hold him still. The comforting motion of your thumb softly stroking his gashed up skin made him relax a bit. You finished it up with taping the deeper wounds before moving on to the wound on the side of his head. Sitting down on the couch beside him to reach his head, the couch dipped down slightly and Five ended up slightly leaning on you. You didn't know if the action was intentional but you could swear he moved just a tad bit closer to you. He must have really hit his head if this boy was seeking touch on his own intiativ. 

"May I ask how you managed to get this traumatic brain injury?" your voice was just a whisper but a small smile played on your lips as you repeated what you'd done on his knees, on his head.

"The usual," he just replied with a small smirk, his eyes looking up to meet yours. You just shook your head at him, not really believing how he could get hurt so much. He was never without at least a scratch.

When you were done you pulled a hand though his soft, dark hair and pressed a soft kiss to his hairline. Five closed his eyes and sighted at the touch, leaning into your hand, encouraging you to continue the act of comfort. You moved your things away from the couch and put them on the floor before sitting down more comfortably. Five fell into you and you returned to pulling your hand though the dark strands. A content sight went though you and Five smiled at your reaction to the cuddling. After a few minutes Five sat up with a groan, propping himself up on his arm.

"I'm staining your clothes with blood, you know," he stated and you looked down at your sweater to see faint spots of red stained on it. "I should go change," Five groaned and pushed himself up to sit properly, not wanting to leave the couch, or your warm, comforting embrace.

"No, no- it's alright, come here," you gently grabbed his arm again, pulling him to you again, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your lips to his temple. Five sighted and he seemed to melt into your embrace, his touch starved years starting to catch up with him. 

"Are you sure?" he looked up at you through his thick lashes. You just nodded and pressed another gentle kiss at his forehead. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed a kiss to your neck.

"You know," he started, looking up at you again,"I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned." You laughed softly at that, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

"Same," you whispered against his lips, stroking softly over his wound. "Same."

[bettysupremacy]

The Cheerleader Curse pt. 2

summary When the party gets too much, somehow you end up face to face with a familiar metal head

w/c 1.2k

a/n I only tagged people who specifically asked for pt 2 <3 could be read as a stand-alone! also idk how I feel about this writing of mine

In the end, you had gone to Tina’s party.

The kids plans tangled, they messily read We want Steve to take us.

So currently, sitting firmly on the cold marble island, you watch Carol pour you punch. Warm and stingy, it splashes over the sides messily, drawing a trail of liquid down the cup, onto the counter, where it puddles into a stain.

“You’re making a mess.” You nudge Carol with your foot. She turns, hair wild, cheeks tinged pink.

“It’s a party!” She grins, sloshing the drink towards you. “They’ll have more to clean than some punch.”

Your nose scrunches defiantly at the pungent smell wafting from the red cup. “This is rancid.”

“It’s good!” She coaxes. “Y’just gotta get used to it!”

“Used to what?” Tina pops into the kitchen, wearily frowning at the messy countertops.

“The punch.”

“Oh,” Her eyes roam away from the mess, and back to yours. Giggles start to peel at the sight of your face. “You’ll never get used to that.”

“Thanks,” You frown. “But no thanks.” Your fingers gently slide the full cup away from you.

Carol glares, shiftng Tina into something of a reprimanded little sister. What? She mouths, shrugging and looking away.

Regretfully, she slinks out of the kitchen.

Carols eyes make their way back to you, laughing softly when you push her face away, palm smooshing into the fat of her cheek. “What’s up?”

“Huh?”

“What’s up?” Carol repeats, teasing smile playing. Her eyes scrunch. “You don’t seem like yourself.”

You cringe at her bluntness. “I’m having fun!”

A shriek of a laugh slips from her lips. “You lying bitch!”

“Am not!”

“You’re totally miserable!”

You laugh at her exaggeration. “I’m totally fine!”

She shrugs seemingly fine with your fraudulent answer. Dropping the interrogation, she picks at your jeans in the contentedness of the silence.

“Y/N?” Carol gently frowns, fingers kneading into your knees.

“What?” You look up at her attention.

“Are you okay?”

“What?” You repeat, startled at the bluntness that edges her voice.

“Are you waiting for someone?” She pushes, “You’re shifty.”

“Shifty?”

“You keep looking over there.” She shakes her head in the direction of the front door. “You can’t already be plotting your escape.” She lightens with an easy smile.

You stop, guilty and caught. “I’m just tired.” You heave a sigh, warm minty air hitting Carol. “Can I get some air? Outside? I’ll come back in. Play beer pong with you.”

She smiles, satisfied with your honesty, concerned with the look in your eye. “Yeah, babe,” She breathes. “Don’t go far.”

You nod, smiling at the way she pats your knee before you drop off the counter.

Tommy strides to Carol, arm dropping over her shoulders heavily. The couple watches you head out. “What was that about?”

Carol sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, and shaking her head.

Outside is cool, but humid. The chill seeps into your skin, then warms it with the warm air seeping through the open windows of the house.

You walk further, further than you know Carol would like you going, but not far enough to leave the yard. It’s as quiet as it can be with a party alive 30 feet away. The bass still tingles your toes out here.

You walk to the side of the house, desperate for more of the chill that slowly works into your fingers, but you’re not alone. You back up, conscious of Carols warning, scared of the figure in front of you. Tall and long limbed, it doesn’t face you as you slowly back away, scared to grab its focus.

But you’re foot catches in the tiny rocks, and a rough inhale catches his attention. Ragged and sharp, it startles him over the thrum of music.

The boy flicks ash away from you, then, ultimately drops the cig to the ground, smashing it meanly with his boot.

“You okay?” He can’t decide wether to help or not. You hadn’t much liked him the last time you’d met.

“Yeah,” You choke back, the gravel sticks into your palms that crush down. “M’great.”

He drops down to his knees decidedly, helping you ease the weight of your hands off the pavement. With great heaviness, he takes your hands into his own to inspect. Gravel sticks where blood licks your skin. He hisses through his teeth.

The first good look at his face shows the worst. It’s Eddie.

“That hurts.”

“Yeah,” You frown.

“Should we go in?” He murmurs, thumbing at it curiously. “Find a first aid?”

You look up at him, lips parting softly as you take him in. He’s much more pretty in this lighting. Pretty features softened by the haze of party lights shining in from a window.

His thumb snags as he brushes rubble from your palms, snagging again when you pull back in shock. Sucking through your teeth, the haze of his pretty lips breaks, and the expression on your face reels him back.

“I can clean my own hands and drive my own kids around, you know.”

Vaguely, he registers he’s embarrassed you. “I know.”

“So I don’t need you to be doing that for me.”

His mouth opens to answer, but you don’t let him.

“So next time Dustin needs a ride I’m fully capable of doing it myself.”

Wait.

“Wasn’t that tonight?”

You pause, stumped by his memory. Selective, you think. “Yes,” You allow. “It was, but-“

“So what are you doing here?”

You huff at his interruption. “I’ve got it covered.”

“Sure you do.” He scoffs, standing. His knees ache fully from the crouch.

You scoff back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” He starts, brushing his hands against his rough jeans. “I gotta go pick them up since you’re occupied.”

“I said I had it covered.”

“Who’s covering it for you?” His sarcastic tone irks you. “The cab driver? You drop them off with a $20?”

Wow, you think, he’s a dick.

“Steve has it handled, thanks.” You stand, dully aware of the throb in your hands.

“Harrington?” He laughs meanly. It cracks at you. “Oh, yeah, they’re in safe hands.”

Your arms cross coldly. “Don’t talk about him like that.”

“Whatever,” He snarks, turning towards the backyard. “I have shit to be selling.”

“Whatever,” You snark back. “It’s not like I wanted your help anyways.”

You turn on your heel, straight to the front door. The closer you get, the closer you feel the bass thrumming in your skin.

“Fine!” You hear him yell, it’s lost and muddled from the loudness of the party.

“Fine!” You shout back, hoping he heard it over the ruckus that’s sure to file a noise complaint.

Dully, you feel tears bubble up, angry and embarrassed. Maybe you wanted his help. You swipe at your dry cheeks roughly with your knuckles, pushing into the party. It’s amazing you hold it together so long, though by the time you reach the downstairs bathroom, Carol is standing there waiting. Word travels fast and crying girl towards bathroom spreads quicker.

She doesn’t have to ask, pulling you in tightly.

“Stupid boys,” She murmurs, hand in your hair. “Stupid, stupid, boys. Don’t let them get you you.”

You think, startled at her knowing-

“What happened to your hands?”

@astermath @armydrcamers @eggo-segual @strangerstilinski @avitute @munson-enthusiast @agirlsguidetolove

[lotus-sunn]

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES MUTANT MAYHEM COME LOOK

(note does this count as spoliers to the movie??? maybe but just in case SPOILERS!!!)

(didnt you hear me SPOILERS GUYS!!!)

your still here? good then you know!

OH MY GOD EVERYONE LOOK AT ME I JUST WATCHED MUTANT MAYHEM YK THE MOVIE AND WOW I LIKED IT I WOULD HAVE TO SAY...MIKEY OR DONNIE IS MY FAVORITE AND AHHH I LOVED THE ART I WAS SCREAMING WHEN MIKEY SAID COWABUNGA

Anyway, on further notice, the April x Leo...we will see how I feel about it. I felt a little stingy after seeing 2012 Donnie and April; it practically was the same scene. but nevertheless, I will be willing to give this a shot! My guy leo deserves love and he is a teenager! So of course he would fall for someone. Of course.

But CMON LOOK ITS PRACTICALLY THE SAME SCENE

TELL ME YOU SEE IT IM NOT CRAZY I PROMISE IM NOT

i cannot STRESS IT ENOUGH THEY ALMOST SAY THE SAME THING but that will be another post where i show the similarites in the scenes. Now Im not here to say things that are mean to enjoyers of apriltello! You guys like your things, and I like mine! 

Anyways, all in all, I really like it, and I also like the concept of a new-found family. It looks like Splinter actually gets to have a love life that will seemingly (from the looks of it) last.

unlike well these two

Also how, when the post credits play, we see the SHREDDER and that HE will be involved in maybe a new movie! But most likely, the cartoon SHOWS THAT THEY ANNOUNCED. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? AHHH, I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED!

Ahem. Moving on, at first I was kind of shocked at how squeaky (no offense) Donnies voice was, but it kinda grew on me after the end of the movie. i mean cmon, JUST LOOK AT HIM.

Of course his voice grew on me. Anyways I really liked the art style. First of all, it was so creative, especially how colorful it was! I mean, did you see Superfly at the arcade when he was with turtles? LOOK AT THAT EXPLOSION OF COLORS 

Also the SONGS???? ABSOLUTELY ALL FUCKING BANGERS I KNEW ALL OF THEM (the ones with lyrics yk) I NEED MORE CONTENT OMFGGG AHHH AND ALSO they ACT like teenagers (no hate to Rise they did it great as well or any other version of tmnt its just it kinda felt a little more for adluts at times or mature but thats just me dont attack me ) BUT LIKE THEY EMBRACED WHAT GEN Z IS AND ALSO THEY ACT LIKE JUST SOME FUCKING GUYS IN NEW YORK (I only confirmed that information with my cousin who lives in New York I'm taking her word for but of course take everything i say with a grain of salt.)

Personally, I'm still down with my girl APRIL ONEIL! I liked their April! I personally still LOVE Rise April more then mutant mayhems but thats juust me being biased of course! But I love how they continued with the "April is like their sister" thing and am glad they made Splinter more of a father-like rise which I EAT UP they did great!

Also while I watched the beginning I noticed how early they brought Baxter stockman up. I was confused at first but later understood but that my dear readers begs the question

Is he still alive?

Well, the movie kind of makes it look like he IS dead, but in the scene where they had him, they just took him in with them, so does that mean he is still alive? Will he come back to his mutant family?? How will he react to Superfly, his first kid, being presumably dead?

questions and more questions or should I say curiouser and curiouser? (I'm sorry.) 

Also, did any of you notice while they played the credits that THEY DREW MASTER SPLINTER FROM THE ROTTMNT?? I can't get the image now, but as soon as I do, I WILL SHOW YOU GUYS 

I also love the references to the old turtles in the credits and, I think, some of the movie scenes. 

loved that ( a nice call back)

And they also gave back Raph's sai's! Maybe they didn't want to upset the ahem uptight fans that are afraid of change, to completely tear down their movie (yes, I'm targeting you). (I saw what you did to rise. It was just a new weapon IT WASNT THAT FUCKING SERIOUS) But of course, if that was just their preference and choice, then that's cool too! 

Anyway, that's enough from me. This post is going to get way too long if I keep going, i might overload your brains haha!

so I will save you all the trouble and shorten this up and conclude my rant/friendly check in with all of you

Final thoughts:

All in all, it was a fantastic film that I enjoyed watching. It was SO worth the year I had to wait for. (Don't ask me to elaborate, please.) Should you watch it if you want to get introduced to TMNT? YES! Should you watch it if you are already a fan of TMNT, who is a nice person who isn't afraid of change??? Yes, you should!

I promise, you will love it! or at least, like it somewhat, no pressure! 

Good day and good night my fellow readers who took the time out of their day to read someones thoughts.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

You Make My Head Spin (for the wrong reasons) (Jamil Viper)

Jamil Viper is not stupid

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Warning: Angst

Following the tradition started with Halloween Jade, I'm going to break Jamil's heart for breaking mine <3

Eu sei que a música, nesse caso, seria no ponto de vista da Leitora e não do Jamil, mas a vibe é o que importa.

Jamil Viper is many things, but he is not stupid.

So when the blushing and the fidgeting come, he immediately figures it out: (Y/N), the beloved Ramshackle Prefect, has a crush on him. And it is a strong one, if the occasional stuttering and shy look are anything to go by, which is uncharacteristic of the person who has no problem calling people out on their bullshit and who practically took over Night Raven College from the Headmage’s useless hands.

Jamil is not interested in her, however. He appreciates her, and considers her a good friend. She is the one who he opened up about his problems, who knows how far his feelings towards the unfair role life has given him since birth, who sides with him through thick and thin, who keeps him in his toes before he can do something he might regret, who accepts his real self and expects nothing from him but a good life. Out of everyone in the school, she’s the one who holds most, if not all, of his trust—and “trust” is a resource Jamil is very stingy with.

But he does not feel the same as she does for him.

There’s no blush on his cheeks when she hugs him, there’s no sweat on his hands when she touches his shoulder in support, there’s no stuttering when she smiles at him. His heart doesn’t even do that skipping beat thing when she talks to him. There is no love for her in his heart, no romantic love. Just a great deal of platonic affection.

But Jamil is greedy, and a bit twisted.

(Y/N) doesn’t confess and he allows it.

Instead of bringing her feelings to light, Jamil allows her to nurture them in the silence of her own mind, pretends he doesn’t see, pretends he is oblivious.

Because it brings him a rush of–of power, perhaps? It’s one incredible sensation, the knowledge that out of everyone, out of all the boys that would kill and die and live to gain her affections, she chose Jamil. She fell for Jamil. Jamil Viper, the man born to be second to Kalim, is the winner of the Prefect’s heart.

Some nights, he goes to sleep feeling high in said feeling.

Maybe it is cruel of him, but he doesn’t think much about it. (Y/N) is more than capable of stopping this odd relationship of theirs if she wants, and it’s not like Jamil is going out of his way to string her along. He’s not touching her more than necessary, or hugging her longer than acceptable, or helping her beyond occasional situations. Even when the vindictive voice in his mind, the one who relishes in seeing her come back to him and place him at the center of her attention, tells him to, Jamil keeps things as they are. It’s better that way, neither taking steps to meet in the middle. Everything will eventually sort itself out, he figures.

Jamil Viper is not stupid, he sees when change comes months later.

She stops stuttering, but keeps on smiling. She stops blushing, but keeps talking. She stops fidgeting, but keeps on helping. She keeps on being friends with him, but she doesn’t crush on him anymore.

It should’ve made him relieved.

It doesn’t.

She blushes, she stutters, she fidgets, she smiles, she talks, she helps, she laughs and hugs and kisses her new crush. Her new boyfriend.

That damned eel.

Jamil almost stumbles with the force of the jealousy that hits him. He has only felt it once, towards Kalim and his easy path to success, but right now it is so strong, he feels like throwing up. One hand shoots up to hold the wall, a shaky breath leaving his lips, when he sees (Y/N) get on her tiptoes and press a sweet kiss to Floyd’s lips, giggling when the merman rubs their noses together after. After another sweet kiss, she leaves, a dreamy look on her face and a skip on her step, the same expression she’d have on after Jamil thanked her for helping him with his chores.

His eyes only leave her form when he hears a grating giggle, and he is not sure what his expression is, but it certainly is not pleasant if Floyd is smiling so happily.

“Sea snake~” Floyd greets, showing off his sharp teeth. There is a glint in his mismatched eyes that makes Jamil’s nausea worse. “Shrimpy is so cute, isn’t she?”

“... congratulations on getting together,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You’re late by a few days, but thanks~”

Jamil suddenly remembers a sunny day last week, where she looked so happy he joked that she might rival the sun. Instead of the pretty blush, she only laughed softly and changed subjects to something else. 

He’s not sure if he hates more the fact she didn’t even tell him or the fact she… the fact she fell for someone else. Someone who isn’t Jamil.

“... I see. Good for you.”

“Yeah, good for me. I’m dating the Prefect, how lucky am I?” Floyd’s grin turns malicious without, somehow, losing the edge of affection. “I couldn’t just let her go, you know? Not when she finally started liking me back.”

“Right. Well, goodbye.”

Jamil turns around and walks away. He runs away. He literally starts running once he’s back at the Dorm, taking advantage of the fact everyone is in class right now. He should be too, but between missing class and having to explain why he looks like he might pass out crying to Crewel and the entire class, he’d rather miss it. Crewel can shove homework down his throat when Jamil doesn’t feel like crumbling.

He feels like crumbling.

He had thought, the one who thought himself ever so smart, that it was nothing but a passing crush. That he didn’t feel the same. That he wouldn’t care when it inevitably went away and she started liking someone else. Jamil had counted on that, even.

And now look at him. He laughs to himself, alone in his room, alone with the pieces of his heart, alone with the bitter taste on his tongue. And now look at him, head spinning, sitting on the floor and hiding in his knees, like a sad child. Feelings he had not recognized earlier scream at him now. He didn’t blush, he didn’t stutter, he didn’t get sweaty hands and skipping beats, but he got so much joy. He had so many smiles. He thought of her so many times. He longed for the moments she’d come looking for him.

He slept with the sound of his name on her lips for a lullaby.

The man who thought himself so smart, incapable of seeing his own tells of love.

Jamil Viper is not stupid, but he is a fool.

[js4440]

Pete has always been known for his stinginess. Every penny is held onto tightly, and the idea of spending money unnecessarily is simply out of the question. So when Tom, his love interest, invited him out for their first dinner together, Pete approached the evening with caution.

They arrive at the restaurant, a cozy little place with dim lighting; and warm, inviting decor. Pete's eyes scans the menu, carefully calculating the prices in his head. Tom notices his hesitance.

You don't have to worry about the cost, Mav. I invited you, so please, order whatever you like, Tom assures him with a smile.

-I was thinking about doing a dutch treat instead!

Tom tilts his head slightly, curious: Mav, it's just a dinner. I invited you because I wanted to treat you. Money shouldn't be a concern tonight.

Pete's face blushes with embarrassment: I know, I know, Ice. It's just a habit of mine. I've always been careful with money... Perhaps it's just hard for me to accept generosity without feeling guilty.

Tom reaches across the table and gently places his hand on Pete's: I understand, Mav. But lemme ask you this, how do you feel when you treat others? When you give, and they accept without hesitation?

Pete pauses, contemplating the question: Well, I suppose it feels good. Like I'm able to make somebody's day a little brighter.

Tom smiles warmly: Exactly. And that's how I feel about treating you tonight. It's not just about the money, but about the joy of making you feel special. Can you lemme do that?

Pete's expression softens as he thinks about Tom's words: You're right, Ice. It's something I need to work on, accepting generosity and allowing myself to be treated. I'm sorry for my hesitance.

Tom squeezes Pete's hand: No need to apologize, Mav. It's all part of getting to know each other better. And I appreciate your honesty. Now, how about you put that menu down and lemme order for us both? I promise it'll be a night to remember.

Pete chuckles, there is a hint of relief in his voice: Aight, Ice. I'll trust you this time.

As they continue their evening, their conversation flows effortlessly. They talk about their dreams, share memories, and laugh freely. Pete finds himself gradually letting go of his worries about money and embracing the warmth of their connection.

At the end of the night, as they walk hand-in-hand under the twinkling city lights, Pete turns to Tom, there's a newfound lightness in his demeanor: Thank you, Ice. Tonight was incredible. I'll never forget our first dinner.

Tom calls a taxi for Pete.

-Oh, hey, what're you doing?! Do you know how much it'll cost from this place to my home?

Mav, again...? hoffs Tom.

You know, sweetheart; your house's closer, so we can afford to go to your place, Pete smirks.

[byhimawari]

“Every Second and Beyond, With You”

(a RivaMika drabble)

"I was amazing, wasn’t I!”

“Yes, yes.”

“100 perfect score on the karaoke machine! Me!”

“Yes, yes, Mikasa.”

Mikasa pouts, her arms wrapped lazily around his neck as she steps out of her heels. Levi holds her by the waist to support her, his touch suggestive in the way he traces her curves. She hums lowly at the warmth it brings.

“You could sound a bit more enthusiastic for me.”

“Not very keen on having you on stage for men to marvel at,” he says with an eye roll before pushing her closer into him, “Especially in this dress.”

She smirks at him, “Such a stingy man, you are.”

He smirks back. “I am.”

Mikasa drops her head on his shoulder with a slight groan. There’s still hints of champagne in her breath. She had a bit too much to drink at the NYE party, hosted at their local bar, courtesy of her ever so persistent friends who are quite adamant on the ideal of “one more drink won’t hurt.”

After masking in his hold for a few more seconds, she releases herself and makes her way to her vanity to remove her jewelry. Levi sits at the edge of the bed. She can see him from the mirror, his eyes staring at her with that intimate look of desire and slow burning patience, a look she is very much familiar with. He notices her gaze and through the mirror, she sees him pat his lap.

"Come,” he instructs, and instantly she follows, sitting on his lap with her arms returning to around his neck. He shifts her more comfortably, his hands circling her waist.

“What a year,” she notes sleepily.

He agrees, pulling the straps of her dress slowly down her arm, “It was.”

Mikasa releases a relaxed sigh, shifting a bit to lock her eyes with his and give him a smile, only to see him already smiling softly up at her. Her heart flutters endearingly at the sight, as it normally does, but this time it feels more profound, like a million butterflies dancing around the garden of her soul, beautifying her life in the same way Levi had since the start.

Really, she couldn’t be more lucky.

She places her lips softly against his forehead.

"Thank you, Levi, for this wonderful year," she says sweetly, pulling away to snuggle her head into the crook of his neck, "I don’t say it often, but I’m very grateful that you’re in my life.”

She embraces him in a more yearning hold, voice heavy with honesty, “Please be mine. Every year.”

Levi brings his hand to gently stroke her cheek. Her heart skips a beat.

"I'm yours," he tilts her chin and plants a soft kiss, "Every day," another kiss, "Every minute," another one, "Every second," this time, he presses longer, more purposeful in how lips caresses hers delicately, before pulling away, "And beyond."

Mikasa doesn’t notice the tears that falls from her eyes until she feels Levi’s thumb graze them away. The tender look in his eyes speaks the promise of forever, of their ‘beyond”. She leans in and kisses him then, feeling so overbearingly grateful that she was born in the same lifetime to love Levi Ackerman for all the years to come.

“And beyond,” Mikasa whispers against his lips, “Happy New Year.”

Levi once again smiles that smile and she’s in love all over again.

“Happy New Year, my beloved.”

[loserley]

Forever and always

pair: yoru x gn! reader

warnings: none

note: i LUV this man so MUCH U GUYS DONT UNDERSTANDDD :< he's gonna be a bit ooc sooooooo.... short fic btw heavy fluff and ofc mean yoru cuz yes !!!! also lf moots :]]] smol swiftie ref ^_^

looking back at it, you wouldn't expect the riftwalker to be cuddling with you right now. you were a new agent recruited by brimstone, when you were in the verge of death, brimstone found you almost lifeless. when you woke up, you were in a room that looked like some hospital. "i have an offer for you." then you became one of the protocol's agents.

yoru didn't really care about you at first, he was stingy, mean, and selfish. you were gonna get some fresh air in the rooftop of the headquarters, but then, you saw an unfamiliar figure sitting in rooftop's railings. yoru seemed to sense your presence, "what are you doing here?" yoru looked at you, his gaze was piercing cold, "i, uhm, came here to get some fresh air, sir..?" you didn't know who he was, he wasn't in your welcome party thing earlier. "look, just go." his voice sounded stern, "okay." you turn around and walk back inside.

you passed by phoenix in the hallway, "hey y/n!" waving to you, "oh hi, phoenix where are you going?" you ask, "oh to the rooftop." "i'm not sure you would wanna go there, there's some rude asshole in'ere." you slightly roll your eyes, "oh really?, oh uh by the way, have you seen yoru?" "who's yoru?" you tilt your head questioning who yoru is. "uh some dude with a blue streak in his hair, wears blue, blah bla bla." oh. it was the rude person in the rooftop. "ah, so that's his name. he's in the rooftop."

back to the present, here's the riftwalker, in the same bed as you, asking for cuddles. "mmh, i want your kisses." tsk, so needy. "there you go, you big baby" you give him a peck in the forehead and kiss him in the cheeks, "i'm yours. you're mine." yoru said, "forever and always."

© xinvlo, 2023. Do not copy, translate, post my work on other social platforms.

[devilboydogman]

“What does it feel like, for you? As someone with a permanent body? The dysphoria, I mean.”

Reigen sighed, and looked down at his. “It’s like… Clothes that don’t fit quite right. You know? Not conspicuously, at least not from the outside. They look… Good enough, to most people. And usually I don’t even notice anything awkward, until, say, it restricts my movement, or someone else points it out. After that, it’s all I can THINK about. Maybe it’s a little tight in the hips, or long in the arms, or loose in the shoulders. But I can’t afford a new one, and besides that, I’m attached, you know?”

Dimple’s eyes narrowed with speculative scrutiny. “Sounds like you’re talking about the suit you wear every day. The one you’re still wearing right NOW.”

Reigen’s eyes grew wide with mania, and he rose to his knees on the bed and looked half ready to throttle Dimple’s spectral form as if we was capable of doing so. “Because that’s EXACTLY what it IS, Dimple!” He was getting loud, now, his voice taking on the giddy desperation of a man finally putting something into words that had needed to be said a long, long time ago. “This fucking SUIT. Would anyone know who I was if I wasn’t wearing it? It’s who I AM, or at least who I sometimes believe myself to be, who I am almost ALWAYS perCIEVED to be. I-I feel naked without it, unless I’m completely alone, o-or with someone who ACTUALLY knows me. I don’t FEEL dysphoric when I’m alone with my own body, even looking in the mirror, or in the shower. Because when it’s just me, my body is just my body, and no one is around to misperceive me as something I’m not, something I never HAVE been. I’m a man, and I feel like a man no matter what I look like, right up until someone ELSE says or implies otherwise. My self image is-is almost ENTIRELY created around others’ perception of me. Half the time I don’t know who I am,” he had to force himself to gasp for a deep inhale. Often when he got to talking, it was difficult to stop, even to breathe. “A-and I don’t even mind the suit, either. It feels like a part of me, even if it was created as a facade for rest of the world to see. That’s still me, I think. People tell me I sh-should get it hemmed, or refitted, or-or fucking REPLACE the damn thing, but— Dimple, this is ME. I hate it sometimes, but it’s MINE, and it’s ME. Not everyone notices, but my jacket and my body, we have matching scars. A carefully stitched seam in tandem with marred skin on my own back, identical in size and shape. It almost died with me. I can repair it, but I won’t make it change, and I can’t replace it. Call me a stingy bastard or whatever, but it’s— It’s really, really not about money, Dimple.” He settled back onto his haunches. Wrapped his arms around himself instead of gesculating. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, more controlled. “That’s not even really a transgender specific thing, I don’t think. Like anyone else, we often don’t view our own bodies or selves as being WRONG until someone else contradicts what we already believe, or points something out in a negative way. No one is born hating themselves. The first lie I lived wasn’t even self created. That lie, the biggest one, I think, was forced onto me the moment I came into existence, and then it was written on my fucking birth certificate. Twitter.com can call me a liar all they want, but really, the lie they are perceiving is my actual truth. It’s just not what they want to hear.”

[myuntachi]

18trip Translation: STILL BLANK 000-A05, THE FLOWER-SELLING BOY

July 1—Today, I snuck out of the hospital. It was my first ever trip…… Just like they promised, Hamasaki escorted me. My heart was pounding…… At first, I wondered if she could feel my heartbeat through our joined hands. I’m positive that I can never ever ever forget that day’s trip. The sights we saw, the food we ate, the people we met…… The scents, the sounds and colors– The warmth of Hamasaki’s hand in mine. I can still feel the intense emotions of travel in my heart. That’s why I think someday…… I’ll become the tourism director of HAMA’s Ward 0 and bring hospitality to all the people who come to visit—

Hamasaki: I knew it. It’s a voice diary from that time I helped Kafka sneak out of the hospital to sightsee around HAMA together. 

(Kafka, that trip…… That really meant a lot to you, huh.)

Sakujiro: Become a tourism ward director someday, was it? As expected of the heir to Ward 0, the ward that commands over the others…… Such noble aspirations from such a young age. Be that as it may, we must begin searching for the young master immediately. In order to maximize our search efficiency, let us part ways here. 

Hamasaki: Yeah, sounds good. Well then, I’ll—

Hamasaki: (I have no idea what Kafka was thinking when he left behind that cassette. I tried to copy the route from the guide map I made for that day, but……) I was too overeager when I planned that, it’s way too ambitious. I want to find him quickly……

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Haah? Did I just feel something hit my shoulder?

Hamasaki: Oh, I’m sorry.

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: Haa? Ya think ya can just get away with that? Running into the boss’s shoulder!? The people of HAMA sure are rude and dumb!

Hamasaki: No, um……

(I messed up…… Delinquents have started gathering in this area after it went into decline……) Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: We came 2 hours all the way here, ya know! All that way, just to come to HAMA!

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Lookin’ for a partner to tussle with! 

Delinquents: Kyahahahaha!

Hamasaki: Tussle…… What? 

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Ya sure are slow, granny–. Nowadays, robots who keep the public order are everywhere, it’s tough for us baddies, ya know? Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling:  Jus’ like that, HAMA’s completely unregulated, we heard the roads were full of our seniors!

Hamasaki: (They speak so crudely……)

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: And. So. Look over there. When ya run into someone, ya gotta bring that out. 

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: Consolation money.

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Hand it over, got it?

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: The cops won’t get involved with civil affairs like this, ya get it?

Hamasaki: Um… I don’t really have any money……

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Don’t be stingy~! Here, here, net payment is fine. What do ya normally use?

Hamasaki: No, it’s……!

Flower-selling boy: Um, would you like to buy some flowers?

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Haa?

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: What’s that guy’s deal?

Flower-selling boy: Net payment is fine. 

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Wh… Oi, what did ya just say!?

Flower-selling boy: Are there any specific flowers you like? Color, or…… Ah, just for today, if you have a favorite word, I can find a flower that matches it in flower language. 

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: Flower language? I don’t get it!

Flower-selling boy: I see…… What I’d recommend for you two…… Here, how is this amaryllis? 

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Nah, I don’t want it!

Flower-selling boy: Is that so…… In that case…… How about muscari?

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: That’s not it! The issue isn’t the damn flower! We don’t need any flowers at all!

Flower-selling boy: I’ve got no choice. My most treasured item…..

Hamasaki: (Oh, he took a piece of field horsetail out of his pocket……!?)

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: Haa? What, that grass……

Flower-selling boy: I was thinking I’d use it for dinner. It didn’t cost anything, so I don’t need anything in return. 

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: I, I don’t get it……

Amazingly short-legged delinquent: L-let’s just go. 

Delinquent with pants on the verge of falling: ..eah, let’s go, let’s go. 

Flower-selling boy: HAMA NICE TRIP. 

Hamasaki: (W-woah. He used the horsetail to get rid of those delinquents…… Or should I say……) 

Um, just now…… 

Flower-selling boy: Hm? What is it?

Hamasaki: You said “HAMA NICE TRIP”, right?

Flower-selling boy: Yeah. I said that. It’s a greeting we say to tourists. I think. But it’s not like it’s a strict rule. Feel free to use it. 

Hamasaki: Y-yeah. It’s a nice phrase, isn’t it…… Ah, right! Thank you for saving me!

Flower-selling boy: It’s no biggie. In any case, it looks like it’s about to rain. 

Hamasaki: Rain? What do you m– Huh? Is that……

I thought so! It’s the tour guide page I made for Kafka way back! It’s just a copy, but…… what is it doing here?

[ For inbound tourists (*Foreigners traveling to Japan) 

Let’s restore the economy! Based on this thought, Yokohama’s Chinatown has become a valuable tourist attraction. Thanks to this idea’s great success, Chinatown is incredibly lively! Our food recommendation is shumai.]

Hamasaki: (Ah, that’s right. Around then, in HAMA’s golden age, everywhere was overflowing with people.)

Chinatown person A: My, my, what small customers. Is it just the two of you?

Chinatown person B: Hey, boy over there! Come eat this! I don’t need any money, it’s a sample, a sample. 

Chinatown person C: Are you lost by chance? Where would you like to go…… Ah, that’s opposite the station. Come on, follow me!

Hamasaki: (All kinds of people showed us so much kindness…… It didn’t matter that we were only kids. At least, it wasn’t all deserted like it is now……)

…… It’s completely changed. 

Flower-selling boy: Umm, you good?

Hamasaki: Ah, I’m sorry. I was just thinking……

Flower-selling boy: Where are you going? I have a motorbike, if it’s not too far I can take you.

i chose to use the last name of the main character, hamasaki, as there are two main characters to choose from and i didn't want to imply one or the other to allow readers to imagine who they would like. all my translations are not proof-read, so please let me know if there are any pieces that should be adjusted. thanks for reading!

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Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 4

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep. This is her adventure!

AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

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Part 3

[With Mountain]

He worried he wouldn't make it in time. Ollie hadn't given Mountain instructions on where to find Moss. Only that she was needed for 'the mirror' and that Moss knew what that meant. But from his previous interactions with the Fae she had mentioned she enjoyed most of her time at the antique store that she worked at. But would she be there? It was awful late and Mountain knew little of the habits of non-hellish creatures besides humans.

The streets were empty and the cool air chilled the sweat that clung to his black shirt cooling him off but making him feel icky at the same time as it stuck to his skin - it was fine though. His packmate was in danger to himself and to others...and he would never forgive himself if he took too long to find the fae; to return with her only to find Ollie dead.

The very idea stung his heart more than he cared to admit. He refused to find anything but admiration for the witch but he could not deny deep down that perhaps the admiration was something more than it seemed. Her knowledge of herbology intrigued him and he wanted to see another day that he could drag her away from her store to show her all the wonders of the garden he kept pristine and flourishing in Primo's garden back at the Abbey.

His packmates too felt the pull that little witch seemed to not realize was so evident among them. Was it her magic that called to them, her beauty, or maybe the depth of the mystery of boundless knowledge that swam in her gaze? He was afraid to find out. He was more afraid of not having the chance to find out.

So he searched; racing with an inhuman speed he did not use often towards the old-looking window store a block away from Ollie's shop. The windows were dark and the door was locked with the 'closed' sign displayed on the window of the door. He should have figured out as much since it was so early in the morning. Did the Fae live here like Ollie lived in her store or did she live elsewhere? Should he find a way in and find out?

He paced around the shop trying to find a window or a door he could get through. There was a back door but it was locked tight and beside the front window there were no other windows to go through. He was stumped and his tail lashed in frustration. He normally never lost his cool - always prided himself on being the calmest and most rational of his pack mates but this was an emergency. He didn't have the luxury of time!

"Mountain? What a surprise." a light voice spoke up from behind him and he spun feeling his hackles raise.

He was greeted with the smaller form of the fae he had been searching for; her attire was casual in a pretty floor-length floral dress, cardigan, and flats despite the chill of October - the weather seemed to not affect her in the least as it idly picked up a few strays of her pale purple locks to float in front of her far too green eyes.

"Moss." he forced his body to relax from its position of guard but he still felt the tension in his shoulders as he tipped his head at her in greetings.

Moss tilted her head back at him as she watched him curiously. "What is it? What is the matter?" she asked softly in the same proper and polite voice he had come to associate with her regal demeanor despite her down to earth girl look she was giving off at first glance.

She was too sweet. Too kind. Too oblivious to what chaos he had seen not hours before; or perhaps she wasn't. What did he know about the Faes anyway? Nothing but if she was friends with the chaotic witch then she must not be as innocent as she portrays herself to be. Still, Mountain had come on a mission and he would not fail Ollie.

"There's no real time to explain. Ollie needs the mirror." he stated firmly.

At the mention of the mirror her brows furrowed and her posture changed; there was a tension about her now - a seriousness as she registered his words.

"How bad are we talking?"

Mountain grunted and looked back at her shop. "Ollie's in trouble. Dewdrop's in trouble. She asked for the mirror and for Evangeline."

This seemed to spur her into motion as she gave a curt nod and pulled out her keys swiftly from her purse. "I was afraid of that. It is not often she needs us. But when she does; it's bad. Come. The mirror is inside. Have you found Evangaline yet?" she asked as she unlocked the door and swiftly entered.

Unlike Ollie's shop, the antique store was filled to the brim with all sorts of items. From old trinkets to furniture. Old dolls and vases. Shelves of old dusty books and things that any other normal person would have thought were junk. But Moss knew her way around the store like it was the back of her hand. Allowing him entry after her as she swept through on quick feet towards the back of the store to the register where she snuck behind and knelt to open a cabinet with another key that hung from her neck.

"Rain went to go find her." Mountain finally said as he peered over the countertop to watch as the Fae unlocked the cabinet and withdrew a wooden chest.

But instead of using another key to open the chest she withdrew the brooch that she had pinned into her hair and unclasped it until the needle point was pulled from its clasp. She pricked her finger until a drop of blood gathered at the tip which she then pressed against the emblem that should have held a keyhole. It opened after a few seconds and from within she grasped an ordinary-looking hand mirror. It was gold but the polish was chipping away and the mirror was cracked. It was old - much older than anything else in this store by the looks of it.

She rose and placed it in her bag instead of giving it to him. At Mountain's disgruntled noise of confusion, she faced him with a firm expression on her face.

"This item is far too precious to allow in just anyone's hands, I'm afraid. I'm coming with you."

The tall ghoul shook his head quickly. "Too dangerous."

Moss placed a hand on her hip and took a step forward. "That wasn't a question Mountain. If Ollie is asking for her items that means she also needs us. She can't do this without us and knowing her....if she's asking for her artifacts...she's not strong enough to banish this threat alone."

She brushed past him quickly and headed for the door. "Come on! We don't have much time."

~

[With Rain]

How do you find someone who you never met before? Any normal person wouldn't be able to without some serious help. But Rain had a name and a location; that was good enough for him. His only concern was the fact that it was so early in the morning. The sky was starting to lighten with the coming sun and that meant people would be on the streets soon. He had to get to this Pixie quickly for Ollie's sake.

But was it for Ollie's sake or for Dew's? Both were in danger right now. Whatever creature Papa had summoned was dangerous. More than just some mishap mistake of summoning the wrong kind of demon. Whatever this Vinashesk creature was it was not something Rain had ever heard of. Not even when he was down in hell himself. This supernatural demon was dangerous and it was something Ollie feared.

He did not know much about the human witch but he had seen the way his packmates reacted to her presence; how Mountain seemed instantly intrigued by her, how Swiss couldn't seem to take his gaze from her - how Aether seemed overly protective of the area she was in...how Dewdrop seemed to study her in a way the water ghoul hadn't seen him interested in another thing; except maybe his guitar. He had felt it too even when he hadn't interacted with her much. She had a certain calm energy among the chaoticness of her aura that reminded him of a safe place. A form of light in her that came with knowledge and unknown mystery that his curious personality could not quite detach himself from. She had done so much to help them already...to help Dewdrop that he wouldn't allow himself the thought that he could lose her. He wanted to get to know her better and see what kind of stories she had to tell.

And so he searched. He followed the path back toward Ollie's shop. Catching a scent of Mountain on the way as well along the floral he'd come to recognize as Moss - Ollie's friend they had briefly met. But he passed the shops and went further still until he stopped at the sign that read 'Pixie's Reads.'

A cute name befitting the pixie herself no doubt. But the bookstore was closed; obviously and he didn't know if he should look around. Feeling jittery and lost he scanned the front of the building. It looked old - well-aged with time but well-loved if the decor had anything to say about it. But there was a light in the interior he could make out in the windows up front so he knocked on the wooden door. Well, actually he banged more like it. Scared that he was wasting precious time and not willing to risk time he did not have.

He banged once and when there was no answer he banged again, and then again for good measure. Inwardly begging that the aforementioned Pixie was inside the book store. When he was beginning to panic thinking perhaps it was just a light left on before she had gone home that night the door unlocked and swung open.

Rain was stunned for a moment as he stared down at the figure standing in the doorway. She was small, smaller than even Dew with warm bronzed skin and big doe-like brown eyes peeking up at him from under thick lashes. Not black...but green. Frosty green fucking lashes that matched the pretty green of her hair and peaking from the thick waves of her hair were two pointed elf ears that had little flower earrings dangling from the tips. Her button nose speckled with snowy white freckles like the backside of a baby fawn wrinkled up a bit as she pouted with full lips while she assessed the masked figure on her doorstep.

"Well, sugar, I'm sorry but I think you got Halloween night a few days early." her voice was a gentle southern drawl as she cocked a hip against the doorframe and clasped her dainty hands together in front of her.

"Are yer lost?"

Rain blinked and shook his head quickly before clearing his throat trying to find his voice. She was too cute and sweet that it literally caught him off guard for a moment.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Evangline. But Ollie sent me...she's in trouble and she needs her black grimoire."

This big brown doe eyes widened impossibly bigger and her lips parted in surprise before they suddenly narrowed and she squinted up at him.

"How do I know yer aint tryin' fool me?" she demanded placing her hands on her hips like a scolding mother. "Aint nobody supposed to know about her grimoire now."

Rain fidgeted with his hands. "We don't have much time. Please. I can explain on the way! But she's in danger...my packmate is in danger and Ollie needs her grimoire!"

Evangeline huffed and crossed her arms. "That's all yah got, honey? Please, do yah know how many demons come knocking on my door asking for a witch's artifact pretending they need it for good?! Aint nobody trusts a demon who claims to be up to good."

Rain blew out a breath and he slammed his hands against either side of the doorframe - his body bent looming over the tiny creature in front of him as he bore down at her with his silvery baby blues from behind his mask.

"Please!" Rain sighed hanging his head. "She needs it to help with the Vinashesk."

The pixie jolted backward as if that word alone was more scary than his sudden aggressiveness. Her eyes widened like saucers and she shook her head quickly as she clasped a hand to her heart.

"The Vinashesk? What in heaven's name got her tangled up with one of them creatures?!" she demanded breathlessly.

"It's a long story...will you help?"

"Of course I'll help! Ollie is one of my closest friends! No fae creature alive would deny that gurl!" she huffed while spinning on her heel and rushing back into the darkness of her bookshop.

Rain was left hanging at the door peering into the darkness as he watched her scramble for something inside of a locked chest behind the counter. He couldn't see her opening it because her slight frame was in the way but he wasn't left for long as she was quick on her feet to race back to him with a bundle wrapped in a brown cloth clutched tightly in her hands.

"Come on now! Ollie needs us!" the pixie demanded as she ducked beneath his arms and was racing down the street before the demonic creature could even move.

[At the Abbey]

Copia watched anxiously from the window as the sun began to shine. The curtains were still drawn tight though besides the small sliver he had pulled back to watch the corridors beyond. Any light beside a candle made Dew go into an absolute frenzy. But currently, he was calm; well as calm as he could be. According to Swiss and Aether the fire ghoul was currently rocking back and forth in the corner of his room having some sort of internal breakdown as he coped; the room he had trashed to bits in minutes after Ollie had been dragged out of it. The multi-ghoul had to grab Dew's precious instruments before he had a chance to destroy those too and regret it later when he was back to normal.

Copia had returned back to the ghoul den with some food and fresh clothing he'd borrowed from one of the sisters for Ollie to change into when he'd watched as Aether dragged the girl out of the hazard zone and back into the anxious tense atmosphere of the common room where the ghoulettes were currently making the witch as comfortable as they could.

Sunshine had bathed the girl to the best of her abilities in the current state the human was in with some wet towels to clean up the blood and used Mountain's stash of ointments to bind her wounds while Cumuls and Cirrus helped redress her into clothes that were not torn and blooded; making sure she was comfortable in her comatose state. Yes, a comatose state.

According to Aether, Copia had been informed, that Ollie had hashed out a plan to retract her from Dewdrop's clutches and inform him of what had happened. The fresh bite mark on her shoulder was a nasty bit and his only fear was that whatever poison the hellish creature had gotten Dew had poisoned Ollie as well. But there were no signs at all of distress from the knocked-out woman.

"She's going to be alright...won't she, Papa?" Sunshine asked looking up at the man with worried yellow eyes.

"Of course, tesero! Ollie is a strong witch. She has faced worse I'm sure...she knows what she's doing." but did she? Did Copia believe it? He had to for everybody's sake - especially Ollie's.

Sister Imperator had been breathing down his neck wondering what all the fuss was. Wondering what was wrong with the fire ghoul. Their tour was coming up soon and instead of practicing as they should be. One ghoul was out of commission and the others refused to make a replacement so that practice could continue. Even Copia threw the tour out the window in favor of this chaos. If there was one thing Sister Imperator hated it was a change of unwelcoming plans. Of her schedule and expectations being thrown off the rail like a speeding out-of-control train.

"Is Mountain and Rain back yet?" Aether asked looking up from where he sat silently on the couch. Ollie's head resting comfortably on his lap as he eased more of his quintessence into her to keep her stabilized.

"I don't see signs of them yet but I'm sure-"

The door burst open with the mixed scent of the familiar ghouls and two unfamiliar females. Mountain and Rain ushered their respective tasks inside before locking the door behind them.

Moss and Evangaline took in the scene around them with equal parts concern and wariness before their eyes fell on the pale woman lying in a ghoul's lap.

"Oh, sweetheart." Evangeline rushed forward and knelt by the woman's side and took her cold hand. "What have yah gotten yerself into?"

Moss braced herself at the back of the couch staring down at the unusually pale and sunken face of her friend and her features deepened into a frown.

"She isn't going to be much use if she's a husk." she commented receiving a disapproving glare from the pixie on the floor.

"So do something and restore her energy!" she quipped back.

"In a minute." Moss turned her back to them and instead addressed Copia. "I've been informed that you had summoned a Vinashesk, and that it started all of this?" she waved her hands around the room.

"Si si...." Copia looked awkwardly at the floor so that he didn't have the meet the disapproving glare of the Fae staring him down.

"Is it contained?"

"Si...we sent it back already...this is us...it had gotten to one of our ghouls beforehand."

Moss pinched the bridge of her nose. "And do you know what a Vinashesk is?"

a group of silent head shakes all around causing another upheaval of frustration of the Fae as she brushed her hair back from her face and turned to look at everybody else.

"A Vinashesk is an energy feeder. Similar to Banshees. While Banshees don't take victims they do cipher the grief and sadness of those they warn of their or their loved ones impending demise. A Vinashesk is a curropted form of a banshee...They are like..." she waved her hands around trying to find words to describe them when Evangeline piped up.

"They are the residue husk of what a vanquished banshee is. Banshees are spirits you see but even spirits and ghosts are able to be vanquished. They are simply souls who passed tragically unable to move on and eventually become Harolds of mourning and grief. If a banshee is vanquished without fulfilling it's basic human desire that tethers them to the astral plain they decay...and turn into a Vinashesk. Those nasty buggers are energy feeders. They feed off of the auras and energies of any living creature - A witch is...my," the pixie shook her head flustered.

"A witch is the golden ticket to return topside." Moss muttered crossing her arms.

"That's what Dew was doing then? he was feeding off of her magic? But why? He's already a demon." Rain shook his head in confusion.

"Because it's the will of the Vinashesk. They're decaying spirits. Desperate and hungry. Always so hungry. If they do not feed on substantial energy or magic they literally just....fade away and die. Every spirit or soul wants to live and with a vengeful entity like a Vinashesk they want nothing more." Moss explained looking down at Ollie with a troubled look.

The room fell into silence until Aether finally spoke up. "So are you telling us that...Dewdrop is turning into one of them? Because of the poison that thing injected him with?"

"I'm afraid so honey. They use poison they contain in their claws to the bloodstream like spores. Decaying and twisting the mind of its host until there is nothing left but the mind and instinct of a Vinashesk in the body of someone you may have once known ." Evangaline murmured almost apologetically.

"So what do we do? We can't lose Dew...or Ollie." Mountain stated from his position by the door.

"Oh, yah won't lose them, honey. That's why Ollie sent yah for us! She's been around such a long time..she has a trick or two up her sleeve." Evangeline smiled warmly up at the giant before she grabbed the cloth-wrapped book she'd left on the floor upon entry.

"What's that?" Sunshine asked peering over at the bundle.

The pixie unraveled the bundle to reveal an old tattered black leather journal just as Moss grabbed the cracked mirror from her purse.

"These, these are Ollie's secret weapons."

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Part 5 The End

[syana3101]

[ It's The Same Tale, Once Again ]

Pardon my mistakes, English is not my first language.

Summary : (This story takes place a year after the Uchiha Massacre happened.) Kakashi is dead. All thanks to his ANBU mission. However, a mysterious man named Roku, whom he met in the limbo, gave Kakashi a second chance to fix everything from the beginning. Kakashi expected to be back one day before the Kannabi Bridge tragedy happened.

He was wrong. He was back when his mother died one day ago, and he had to face his father, again.

Could he save his father and himself? At this point, he could only hope.

0 - Chara

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Death was the least of his worries. But Kakashi never thinks it would be hurtful to die when someone is with you. In his last moment, he said his last wish to Tenzo. His wish was simple: "Please protect this village and be better than me." Forgive yourself and keep walking until the end. I wish you all the happiness that may come to you. "

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But rather than dead, Kakashi found himself in limbo. A man introduces himself as Roku. And Kakashi told the story about the tragedy that started when his mother died until his death. Roku was patiently listening and sometimes made some weird commentary about how he and Kakashi were particularly the same.

And since Kakashi never heard Roku tell him his story, he asked him, "What kind of person were you when you were alive?"

Roku simply answers, "Let's just say I'm lost on the road of life. And I'm here waiting until I'm ready to take my second chance. "

Hearing such words, Kakashi feels a little jealous, yet happy. "It must be nice to have a second chance."

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Roku: "Haha, not really. I have never been ready to face my second chance." After all, I made a lot of mistakes. And I don't think I've ever been ready to forgive myself. "

Kakashi: "Ah, I see... Regret is hard, right?"

Roku : "I know, anyway, do you want it?"

Kakashi: "Excuse...?"

Roku: "Do you want my second chance?"

Kakashi: "... Pardon, but I must be mistaken. It's your second chance, right? That is to mean, it was all for yours, not mine. "

Roku: "Nah, I'm actually able to give someone my second chance. Well, let's just say how grateful I am to Rikudo Sannin for giving me a second chance. But, I'm not ready. Could you deny that? "

Kakashi: "... I'm not ready either. I mean, Facing them again, I... I...".

5

"I know, you, or I, or people there, have never been ready to face the same things again. But Kakashi, you were brave and "kind." I'm proud of how much you tried to learn and change."

Kakashi shows him a sad smile behind that mask. "You flatter me too much."

And with that, Roku placed his hand on his cheek. "And because of that, I'll give you this chance. Please use it wisely, and... Remember, save what you can save. Not everyone. You can change some of their fate, and you can also change your life. "

"... Huh, so I can't deny your offer?" Kakashi nods. "Alright, I will do this—."

By the second time his word was not finished, a particle of light started to surround him. "Thank you for telling me your story, Kakashi."

"Wait, wait—."

"Promise me, be happy in this life..."

"... I promise..."

6 - 7

Kakashi heard a familiar voice around him. It must be Minato-sensei. 'As I thought, this is the Kannabi Bridge mission. '

He was glad until... "I'm so sorry for your loss, Sakumo-san."

'... Father? What—? '

"Thank you, Minato-san. I'm also sorry you came to my wife's funeral. "

'Mom?'

"Please don't mind it, Sakumo— Wait, I think Kakashi-kun is awake...

"Huh? Ah, right... Can you wait here for a while? I'll go get him...

Kakashi can hardly open his eyes. So puffy— he must be sobbing over his mother's death— dear God! Please let him open his eyes.

"Kakashi..."?" His father's tender voice made him feel something stingy, sweet and bitter in the heart.

"Kakashi?" He could see the blurry vigor on top of him. And when he finally saw the full image... "You awake... Wait, I'll take some water... "

Before Sakumo moves, Kakashi tucks his finger into Sakumo's sleeves. Sakumo looks back. "Yes, Kakashi—?"

8

Kakashi couldn't help but cry (again).

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Afternote

This is my longest piece that I have ever written in English. I humbly apologize if I made a lot of grammatical mistakes (which I did).

But here, some notes about this story (the draft that I keep/before revision of this story or what might happen next).

1. Originally (I think), Kakashi's death was caused by his own sacrifice. If you ask why, here are the short stories: Shisui is saved from committing suicide by Kakashi, who knows the Uchiha Coup plan (but if you remember, in the novel, Shisui was killed). He managed to keep Shisui hidden and work with him. He also worked with Tenzo and later with Itachi. Kakashi has a plan to expose Danzo's crimes (stealing doujutsu), and with that, he wants to show that it is not really Uchiha's the one who has a problem. And perhaps it will persuade Lord Third to reconsider. But that mission is not what Tenzo, or Shisui and Itachi, thought would be accomplished. Kakashi sacrifices himself to bring Danzo down (which I imagine Kakashi used himself as a trap and would rather Itachi, Shisui, or Tenzo finish the rest).

> Because of this, the Uchiha Massacre never happened, and Lord Third changed his mind. Shisui regains his one eye and works as a Jounin, while Itachi serves as an ANBU. Tenzo is still in mourning for Kakashi and has taken on the role of Jounin teacher for team seven.

> If this happens, When Kakashi is back in the past, the main goal after saving his father and his teammates is to remove Danzo from this existence.

> But since I thought this idea was ridiculous, I stopped using it and made Kakashi die because of the mission. And if you'd like to use it, sure you can.

2. After this event happens, I will add a lot of fluff. Kakashi and Sakumo deserve so much happiness (and I can't really write action, so I instead write scenarios about fluff and family feelings/bonding).

3. For the future event about Sakumo's mission, I'd rather change it. Well, you could say it was like patrolling around Konoha's border (while someone else takes his original mission). But knowing that the mission was a total failure, even for Sakumo, the attack suddenly happened and Sakumo almost died due to chackra exhaustion.

> This accident caused Sakumo to return to an active jounin routine for a while. The village didn't shun him, but pity him. And the village blame the person who takes Sakumo's original mission because that person is the one who start the war and Sakumo couldn't get back to "become a hero for this war" since his condition.

> The person who takes Sakumo's original mission is sort of a Jonin who enviously looks at Sakumo. His child is years older than Kakashi's and still in academies. That child sometimes bullies Kakashi, telling him his father is a coward for taking on a simple mission (that child thought patrolling the Konoha border was a simple mission). But when the situation changed, Kakashi could only blatantly think this was irony for that child's family.

I will add something in (maybe) the second part~ Thank you for reading this far! Have a nice day!

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 07 CATELYN I (pages 97-110)

Cat deals with some heavy feels as Robb sends his Terms and Conditions to Cersei, then reunites with her uncle Brynden to plot some strategy in the face of concerning news.

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The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter ad been lost three centuries ago, yielded up to Aegon the Conqueror when Torrhen Stark knelt in submission. What Aegon had done with it no man could say but Lord Holster's smith had done his work well, and Robb's crown looked much as the other was said to have looked in the tales told of the Stark kings of old; an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords. Of gold and silver and gemstones, it had none; bronze and iron were the metals of winter, dark and strong to fight against the cold.

*gasp* Lore and jewellery! I love it.

Although from a "the Starks were there for the original Long Night" perspective, (and I believe it remains true across books and show: obsidian kills the Others) I think it would have been really cool if at least one of the swords on the crown was made from obsidian. Or the blades of them.

Living men had gone south, and cold bones would return. Ned had the truth of it, she thought. His place was at Winterfell, he said as much, but would I hear him? No. Go, I told him, you must be Robert's Hand,for the good of our House, for the sake of our children... my doing, mine, and no other...

Oh Cat. The guilt is eating her alive. But you know, Cersei and Joffrey and Littlefinger all had not-insignificant roles in what happened. She made a bad call with Tyrion, sure, but the initial call to appease the king was a good one. Stop hogging the blame, it's not all on you!

Even if Cat had said "no, don't go," Ned probably still would have ended up in the south. Robert was his friend who needed him, and his king who commanded him. It was more than likely going to happen no matter what.

"Third, my father's greatsword Ice will be delivered to my hand, here at Riverrun."

mmmm, yeah, I'll count it, cause I'm thirsty. Valyrian steel weapon ⚔️ = 🥛

I want my sisters back I want my father's remains back I want my family heirloom back I want my people back I want our land back

They aren't bad demands. Unfortunately Cersei lost a Stark Sister, and she's very greedy, and actually quite stingy. (especially since you won't be giving her brother-lover back.)

"Your lords made you their king." "And can unmake me just as easy." ... "I might have been able to trade the Kingslayer for father, but..." "...but not for the girls?" Her voice was icy quiet. "Girls are not important enough, are they?" ... That was unworthy of me, she told herself. Gods be good, what is become of me?He is doing his best, trying so hard, I know it, I see it, and yet... I have lost my Ned, the rock my life was built on, I could not bear to lose the girls as well...

brb, being disgusted with the northern lords. Cause, when they talk about "the girls aren't equal value of the Kingslayer" what they mean is, The Northern Lords, don't think it's a fair trade, two girls for a valuable political hostage most of them have a huge beef with. But Ned? They'd be fine if it was Ned, he's for sure equal value to the Kingslayer. Even if Robb was truly willing to make the trade, Jaime for the girls, the Northern Lords would pull their support so fast.

Autumn had come, the Conclave had declared, but the gods had not seen fit to tell the winds and woods as yet. For that Catelyn was duly grateful. Autumn was always a fearful time, with the spectre of winter looming ahead. Even the wise man never knew whether his next harvest would be his last.

Ah, okay, so they can't guesstimate how long autumn will last.

She sighed. "I wish I had their faith. Crimson is a Lannister color." "That thing's not crimson," Ser Brynden said. "Nor Tully red, the mud red of the river. That's blood up there, child, smeared across the sky." "Our blood or theirs?" "Was there ever a war where only one side bled?" Her uncle gave a shake of the head.

At last. Ser Brynden with The Most Correct interpretation of the comet.

"but your father's bannermen make a sadder tale. Robb should never have let them go. They've scattered like quail, each man trying to protect his own, and it's folly, Cat, folly. -"

Divided they fall. Like dominoes. like... oh wow they are legit getting the snot beat out of them, and by snot I mean blood they are being slaughtered left, right, and center.

"Harrenhal." Every child of the Trident knew the tales told of Harrenhal, the vast fortress that King Harren the Black had raised beside the waters of the Gods Eye three hundred years past, when the Seven Kingdoms had been seven kingdoms, and the riverlands were ruled by the ironmen from the islands. In his pride, Harren had desired the highest hall and the tallest towers in all Westeros. Forty years if had taken, rising like a great shadow on the shored of the lake while Harren's armies plundered his neighbors for stone, lumber, gold, and workers. Thousands of captives died in his quarries, chained to his sledges, or laboring on his five colossal towers. Men froze by winter and sweltered in summer. Weirwoods that had stood three thousand years were cut down for beams and rafters. Harren had beggared the riverlands and the Iron Islands alike to ornament his dream. And when at last Harrenhal stood complete, on the very day King Harren took up residence, Aegon the conqueror had come ashore at King's Landing.

On today's episode of Grand Designs Westeros, we visit a place that answers the questions "what if Neuschwanstein Castle but evil?" and "what if Neuschwanstein Castle but we don't pioneer new building techniques that are used even in modern day construction" and "how to make my castle as cursed as possible?" The hella cursed, kinda melted Harrenhal.

"Another nephew?" The Lannisters of Casterly Rock were a damnably large and fertile house. "Cousin," Ser Brynden corrected. "Brother to Lord Tywin's late wife, so twice related. An old man, and a bit of a dullard, but he has a son, Ser Daven, who is more formidable."

Oh, so incest actually runs in the Lannister family. Like the Targaryens. And Tywin's problem with Cersei and Jaime was... what? The lack of political enhancement they provided the Lannister Legacy if married to one another, and the whole, 'it's treason now actually' thing? Or is he a "first cousins but no closer/this many degrees of separation make it not incest" kinda guy?

"Unless he must leave Harrenhal," she said, "to face some other threat." Her uncle looked at her thoughtfully. "Lord Renly." "King Renly." If she would ask help from the man, she would need to grant him the style he had claimed for himself. "Perhaps." The Blackfish smiled a dangerous smile. "He'll want something, though." "He'll want what kings always want," she said. "Homage."

Catelyn knows what's up. I'm excited to see her flex her political and diplomatic muscles. Shhh, we're ignoring how this ends for now. "For a moment I was so excited by Catelyn preparing to Get Stuff Done, that I forgot we lived in a world..."