#and my new cat is finally biting me which means he likes me now

[satoruzlove]

I WAS STALKING ONE OF MY FAV WRITER’S BLOGS N I REALISED THEYRE FOLLOWING ME GET OFF MY LAWN RUGHT NOW IS THIS WHAT BEINF IN A COMMUNITY IS LIKE

[iceunhie]

— phaethetically in love !

premise. belle thinks her brother is the most oblivious person in sixth street. the reason? one: because his (super obvious) crush on you is practically the worst kept secret in new eridu, and two: because he can't even see that said crush is reciprocated! good thing he has one (1) amazing, wonderful, nosy sister to help him out, yeah?

or, belle thinks the two of you are a prime example of an s tier romance movie; and she really wants to skip to the final arc already.

pairing. wise x gn!reader.

warnings: kinda ooc wise (i just started the game), wise is a loser (lovingly), belle is an instigator (proudly), comedy, facepalm moments.

a/n: for @vxnuslogy and @milksnake-tea bc yes wise kissers yes

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“you're in love with [name], aren't you?”

like all siblings in the world—or what's left of it, belle schemes.

(against wise, of course. obviously.)

her brother bursts into a mess immediately, nearly spilling his cup ramen all over his new shirt, chopsticks sticking out. laughing nervously. general chop would not be proud. “who told you that? i mean— haha, who said that, belle?”

his sister rolls her eyes. “me, myself. i.” she emphasizes, leaning her elbows against the table and putting her palms together; the grin she wears right now is so serene, but not in the angelic, nice way. belle smiles and wise finally thinks, oh. my sister may need to book herself to the closest self-help guru in new eridu.

“i have reason to believe that you, my dearest brother, are in love with [name].”

her voice goes up an octave at the last bit, leading wise to stuff her mouth with potato chips. already, heads have turned. “mff.”

“keep your voice down! and stop broadcasting it to everyone here-”

“what, i am right, aren't i? they clearly like you back, so why haven't you confessed yet?”

“keep. your. voice. down.” wise says, and belle's shit eating grin only widens as she sees her brother's ears tinged with pink. “and... how did you even know that?” he asks, mortified.

“well, one: because it's obvious—like, have you seen how obvious you are?” belle huffs, taking a bite of the potato chip with force (personal grudges are involved). “and two, because they like you back, dummy!”

because when belle sees the two of you together, it's like wise focuses on no one else. you are the center of his world—and he is just being pulled to bask in your light. his eyes soften like they melt only for you, and wise looks like all he is is, all he wants to be, is to belong with you.

(and, wise likes to stare at you for ungodly amounts of time. belle even caught him staring when you were petting a cat by the street and decided to name the stray ‘wise’; courtesy of him, apparently. the cat literally just had grey fur.

“wise.”

“hm?”

“you're practically spawning heart eyes now.”)

it's sickening. (in a oh my god my brother is in love kind of way, mind you.)

“so!” belle says, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “allow your dearest sister to help you out, 'kay?”

wise nearly coughs up blood.

“what?!”

so at present, belle compiles her (hastily written) list of romantic moments you and wise have shared. she's not surprised—the number can be counted on one hand. diabolical, disappointing, world-ending! she resists the urge to cough up blood.

first, a coff cafe date with tin man's help: a fail. tin man's wingman capabilities were very superb, but she never heard the end of it when wise was lecturing her about how tin man kept sending over heart shaped desserts and little fortune cookies. the fortune cookies in question which said ‘you can do it!’ and a latte with art of caricature tin man making a heart. (you were very confused). belle thought it was motivating. wise thought it was mortifying.

next, even instilling help from fairy to calculate statistics about what event would you two be likely to be together. fairy said, and belle quotes: “probably never. that kind of pining's for the long run, with the other master's current experience. give it a year or six, master.”

so, she's currently face-palming.

did her brother really have zero game? why were the two of you just dancing around each other?! she's tried everything—from letting you two spend more time with each other in commissions, her inviting you over more to leave you to chat with her brother, and even the entirety of sixth street has lent their aid! how were you two not dating yet?!

“didn't they go on an arcade date at random play yesterday?” belle mutters. “that should've increased your progress by a long mile, bro! even general chop said you two were really, really close in the noodle shop....”

just what was she going to do now? at this rate, her brother would be relationshipless in no time! in fairy's words again, it would be phaethetic. and that would be a phaethal blow on her pride.

“...master, i said no such thing.”

“well, now you did.”

“The Ethereal Reckoning,” there's a pep in your step, the boxes full of movie DVDs in your arms as you walk back to the movie store. it was heavy, but at least you got to walk with the grey-haired proxy beside you. “That movie was great! Thanks for recommending it to me.”

Sporting a dopey, lovesick grin in response, wise nods at that, content to listen to your voice. it was actually belle's idea to let you lend movies you like over so the two of you could talk about it back and forth. wise would need to (begrudgingly) treat her to a bowl of ramen later on.... she saved him—he probably wouldn't even be talking to you for this long at this point, let alone hang out with you without her. for someone so nosy, he guesses his sister was a pretty good wingwoman.

“the main character was pretty similar to billy, you know?” you ramble on as wise listens. “i mean, because they were an android too, and...”

he finds that he's content to listen to anything you say, really. (right now he doesn't really know what you're saying, something about a horror ethereal movie, but you could just tell him anything and he would listen).

“i feel like the heroine's death was unnecessary, though.” you sigh, “too much tension just for it to end like that? how anticlimactic.”

your voice was so nice, so warm and easy to listen to, and wise can't even say anything to retort, simply staring with a growing (lovesick) smile on his face. talking to people was hard work, and talking to you? it might just make him combust.

“...ise? wise?”

“ah, huh?” he snaps out of his trance, only to find you mere inches away from his face, the only thing keeping you apart the boxes full of movies he's carrying. “...!”

“are you listening?” you furrow, and someone really might be out to get him right now because in that moment, wise flinches from the proximity, bumping into you.

then, because the universe thinks his life couldn't get more dramatic than it already was—you stagger, about to fall forward.

he moves before he thinks. “watch out!”

and wise.... practically astral-projects to another plane when he feels you fall into his arms, his hands on your waist. he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, the flustered look on your face. (he feels like he's going to die).

the two of you lock eyes for a moment, and wise feels like he's about to so something very stupid and his hands are still on your waist—

“....”

“.....”

someone save him.

“ah...”

“sorry!” you recover first, hurriedly letting yourself pull away from him (much to his disappointment). “i wasn't looking, and i- are you okay, wise?”

“no, no, it's fine.... i-i'm fine....” he hopes his voice isn't as small as it is, he couldn't be smooth to save his life; and wise helps you gather your bearings, his hands brushing against yours, blood rushing to his ears. sheepishly rubbing at his nape. “sorry, i was distracted.”

perhaps in the mood to lift the atmosphere, you sputter out, “no worries! it's fine! besides, you listened to me all this time.... i really enjoyed the movie, really.”

“of course i'll listen.” and before wise can think to stop his traitor of a mouth, the words spill out of his lips like it always wanted to be.

“you're worth paying attention to.”

it's automatic—your face heats up, warming like the sun on a hot day in new eridu, and god, he is such an idiot-

“you think so?” wise gulps. you looked bashful, and were way too adorable right now, and his face felt like it was on fire.... wait, that's not the point! he has to answer you, at least. this is a chance to make progress!

“y-yeah. definitely. i enjoyed... watching the movie with you.” he says. did his voice just crack just now? “we can hang out more often too, even without belle.”

he feels bad for throwing his sister under the bus like that, but—wait, did he just ask you out on a date? (accidentally)

well, it didn't matter because wise feels like he won the lottery right now, because you brighten up immediately. “really?”

then you cough and compose yourself. “i mean, sure! i'm sure it'll be fun, haha...”

awkward silence ensues. uh oh, did he say something wrong? was he too forward? he wants to say something, but something is lodged in his throat, and wise can't bring up a response. (his heart was beating like crazy right now, though).

“uh...”

“....”

then, something soft brushes against the side of his cheek. as fast as it was felt, wise felt the sensation leave just as easily. did you just-?

you just kissed him. on the cheek.

“thanks for hanging out with me, wise.”

“you're welcome- wha- huh?!” he nearly drops the stack of dvd's he was holding. you pull away, an enigmatic smile on your face. face flushed.

before he can even respond, the two of you finally arrive at the movie store. damn it, gods of the world. why did his luck run out now?

“i guess this is your stop.” he blinks, your voice coming back to him. “and, wise?”

“ah, uh, yeah?”

“it's a date, then?” your eyes sparkle and shine a light through his heart. super effective!

is this really happening? is he really going on a date with you—oh, he's so thrilled he could actually burst into song and kick his feet, but belle would tease him ruthlessly after. nosy sisters were so much work....

“yes!” he almost yells it out, but because he didn't want to look uncool in front of you, wise composes himself. play it cool, play it cool. don't mess up this chance! “yes, definitely. it's... it's a date.”

you put down the other stack of dvd's down the table, flashing him a dizzying, lovely smile smile. wise swears he falls even harder for you.

“then it's a date.”

BONUS.

“seriously?! you're going on a date with them?!” belle shouts, so unceremoniously that wise slaps a hand on her mouth.

“not so loud! but, yeah.” he says, face heating up. “your plan worked, sis.”

“yes! yes! finally!” his sister practically cheers, “i can finally be free of your sickening heart eyes... and finally, our street's most anticipated couple is here!”

wise can't help but sigh in fond exasperation. he guesses he'll let her have this one today.

“also, belle?”

“what?”

“you didn't tell anyone about this, did you?”

...

“uhh....”

(on the day of the date, wise receives an abnormal amount of good luck posters. he also gets a disturbing amount of thumbs up from the neighbors.

the last straw? tin man, giving him a baked cake with the words ‘rooting for you!’ covered in pink heart sprinkles.

he facepalms. belle...!)

a/n: d d do you guys get it..... phaethetically...... phaethon..... wise is phaethon and he's awkward in love lol hahahahaha (💀)

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[captain-n-crunchies]

Suki Pookie! 💕

Katsuki Bakugo x Bimbo reader

Katsuki Bakugo... a blond baddie with explosion powers and a itty bitty waist, with an attitude of a firecrack time 10000 nobody in Katsuki life thought he'll EVER find someone to love, to cherish, to care for for years to come... until you y/n!

Fresh from America and glowing brown skin showing off your latest hero designs you became U.A's hero design in training student. Moving from America to Japan wasn't easy with clothes and clothes packed in boxes tou couldn't move a giant leopard print high heel chair into that small ass dorm?? But a very talkie green haired boy, a girl with the face of Kirby with a bob and, a boy who refers to him as class president soon helps you move in and your designer life has been perfect!

// Firstly how did this glamorized girl with such beautiful hair and eyes ever came to romanticized a bad attitude having boy like Katsuki? Well after moving in and getting a internship you had got the first task of your career: Design 3 hero suits and sumbit them to the respective heros. Sounds easy looking at each new fist year you saw your very first guinea pigs; Ida, Monoma, and Bakugo. Ida was perfect after seeing his quick and grabbing some help from the tech teams you made a beautiful looking robot suit perfect for mobility, then Monoma has a copying quirk but has more of a regal asshole type behavior with some time periods research and grabbing his input you created him a very fine suit. Then Bakugo and as you remeber he was an pain in the ass...

FIRSTLY, he already had an design in mind which was terrible, the gauntlets were nice but it didn't have any practicality with how big they were, then the outfit was giving him enough arm area for him to move very restrictive like he wearing velcro, then he had the nerve to add a mask which is never cute on ANYTHING. Telling him his faults was like talking to a argumentative wall he wouldn't just listen but, after three long nights of making specialized gaulets, finding a cloth that would help him produce more sweat, and a mask design you made him hero costume which he didn't say he liked nor disliked. After your first task you fix up any things like Deku bunny ear thing which was totally a werid kink you think he has... and Momo having trouble with zippers, and bakugo came to you alot more when it came to updating his suit with miniscule things like a button.

So, after like literally months of him just coming g to me and making work more than I should we finally exchange numbers and instagrams! He doesn't have many follwers nor does he post but it's ok my page had enough room and after a few videos of us hanging out and posting my followers made us a ship name! It was sooo cute but he just scoff and said it wouldn't happen, such a liar.

Now headcanons!!

☆ So firstly it took months almost your whole first year to even get Suki poo to ever think of you in a non-friendly manner, like Izuku he just saw you as a friend maybe even a best friend until Mina and Kirishima told him every time you and him would talk hell talk more softer with you

" Doesn't mean anything pinky shes a fucking crybaby"

" Duh! You care about her feelings omg! KIRI ITS LIKE A SLOWBURN"

" Yeah bro! Talking to a girl nicely is very manly and- hey! Where he's going!"

☆ After that Suki started to think about his glittery friend a lot more, thinking about how kissing her would feel is your favorite snack place his favorite only because he like you getting those panda chocolate biscuit things? Does he find Choco cat kinda of cute because you said he's smart like him? His mind is always racing and eveytime you own your pretty mouth he just wants to bite your face off! In a cute way

☆ So when you two cuties do start to date its a very thick line of what pda he allow firstly no kissing or making out in public like your almost pro heros your reputation is always valuable, secondly no wrid ass nicknames ( the first time you called him Suki babes was infront of bakusquad and he almost exploded Sero from the face if the earth, he blushs and held your hand while he yelled at them so win-lose) and thrid, NO SAPPY LOVE STORIES TO HIS MOM: it just not cool for his bad boy persona.

☆ But Suki really chill beside a few bumb arguments when you feel like he thinks your stupid you two always make up example:

" You think I'm dumb huh!? I got a A+ in color theory!"

" What does that do in real life baby? Make sure the fashion police doesn't giveme ticket for wearing orange in winter?"

" THAT! AND the fact without color theory you in the summer wouldn't produce enough sweat for your firecrack special thingy!

" And your not bumb because only MY smart baby would know that"

So really he explains himself alot better to you because your very intoned emotionally.

☆ Suki really into petnames despite earlier setting he loves the sappy nicknames like suki babes, pookie, sukiies and anything over the top because it apart of your nature! He loves how you text with various emotions because he texts pretty bland and he loves cuddles alot even when it's hot he likes holding you. It really stems from the fact nobody but his friends couldn't truly give him a hug and his mom and dad the only one who really can get to him so having a partner really pushed his clingy nature up to 100000.9% He likes your American accent on some words in Japanese despite him speaking English clearly in an accent he likes to mock a southern accent if your from the south.

☆ Now onto the kinda of sad part, Suki can't really hear himself loudly because his explosion are pretty loud his hearing declines more and more, and you figured it out when you called for his name loudly from a room away and he never came til you had to closely come up to him so as his personal design you made hearing aids for him and his suit which helped a lot during missions. But once you told him about his hearing he got it check out, he had the hearing of a old man practically and out of that outcme he listens to your voice alot more just incase he won't hear it again

" And I told her I didn't have any diamonds but I had rhinestones and- are you even listening suki?"

"Mhm just like hearing yer voice, so didn't she take the diamonds"

" Oh! Well she didn't and then she asked again two days later! Like girl you know well you can rhinestones insted!"

☆ Anyways back to a little more happiness Suki bookie loves to cook for you since as your beastie he saw you had a terrible sweet tooth and you didn't always eat a healthy plate so every date he makes you a nice and hearty bowl of food and makes you eat it all, from healthy grains to irons and potassium, breakfast and dinner even he ruined your ice cream and made ypugurt bars! Which were good but still where is the artificial flavor On days he does training you like to make him bento box's Sanrio or his favorite TV show themed and he always keeps the little notes you put in his locker in a safe place incase he get a little lonely

☆ Suki when you first started dating was very quite, almost never really talking because he took relationship advice from his friends and he felt like his aggressive behavior would scare you until you sit him down and talk about his distance hell be more inclined to leave you alone making the relationship strain. SPEAKING OF FRIENDS, you are an official member of bakusquad your co-captain, first Lady, even the best member because he just proclaims you as such no matter what your always with bakusquad doing dumb shit (you usually record it) or despite his attitude towars him are with deku and his friends which he doesntlike how close you and shots got over a kid show but hey... ( he watched the show and he got so instred he has a tiny merchant area in his dorm)

☆ Katsuki parents are fashion designers so he knows a little bit about fashion wven though his first hero design wasn't great ge had a solid frame so any fashion dilemma you have is solved with him, he does not sugarcoat though if that shit is ulgy he says it with he FULL chest

" Ok! So what about denim skirt, green top and purple hate with a scarf-"

" Okay Demi Lovato "

..." ..Hoe don't play with me"

Like he doesn't even play with your hair either he's the only one who can look like a bum but you? HIS beautiful golden curly/loc baddie girlfriend in sweats when its a cute halter top you can wear? Even on days where you want to be a bump he makes you atleast accessorize a bit.

☆ lastly Suki is just your pintrest boyfriend, as I mentioned he doesn't really post only pics of you and repost of him and you and from your page to his people thought he was a stan page but no no that's is Katsuki Bakugo supporting HIS girl. Did I mention he's so possive whe he got kidnapped he was scared it would happen to you, he always his an eye on you and since you like to wander off hes always close behind to point he's your shadow and you couldn't want anything more; somebody flirts with you? BOOM 💣 He already scared them off and now your getting a pretzel, somebody dms you? BOOM 🔥 He got that blocked and reported and foe some reason banned from any shopping mall.

Overall suki pookie bear Bakugo is perfect and even though I personally didn't like him at one point I would date him simply for the hell of it!

[songmingisthighs]

Oddeleny

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ch. xxxv - sabbatical

ghost!yeosang × reader

genre : ghost!au

rating, warning : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

buy me coffee ?

wc : 1.1 k

a connection once had, broken with the expectation that the ending is final. but life has an odd proclivity of making attachments from detachments. in the end, we don't know what we lost until we look at what we have

For once, you were so deep into your work, pouring all of the anger and frustration towards Yeosang into something more productive. You were so into typing that you jumped when your door was slammed open and then shut in the speed of lightning. Thinking that it was Yunho or Jongho (because Hongjoong is quiet as a cat and is only loud with his voice on topics that infuriates him), you didn't even bother to look back.

"If one of you knuckleheads have something to say about my phone sabbatical you can file it into the complain box," which was really your trash can but they knew that.

It wasn't until you were ripped away from your work laptop with the swivel of your chair did you even realize that it was Leo who stood towering over you.

"What in God's name do you think you were doing?" He asked, huffy and looking pissed. Which was his usual resting bitch face plus a glare.

Pushing his hand off your chair, you shrugged at him, "I don't know what you're talking about," you said and tried to swivel back but he held on, "You know what I'm talking about," he stated. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and shook your head, "Oppa, I'm literally clueless here. Can I just go back to work?" This time, instead of answering you, Leo produced your phone out of his pocket which made your heart beat quicker in nerves and he showed you the chat with Yeosang. "Why the hell do you have a contact named Yeosang and even has his face on it?" He asked.

Now his anger made sense since he had been the one advocating for your mental wellbeing and he knew very well what Yeosang could do to you. But you still couldn't tell him what was going on so you shrugged in indiference as best as you could, feigning acknowledgement despite your pupils shaking when you caught a glimpse of the new conversation at the bottom, "I don't know." You knew it was a lame answer but it was the best in the pressing situation. Unfortunately, Leo was not satisfied with that answer.

"Are you kidding? So this is a joke?" He asked, getting huffier. You couldn't help but glared at him, "What's in it to you? It was just a stupid chat it means nothing. I was just entertaining an idea or some shit," "So this could be a catfish and rather than doing the logical thing, you decided to bet on your mental wellbeing?"

Though it not be the way he meant things to be but you didn't like the insinuation that you were an idiot especially coming from someone who knew you damn well and you let your displeased feelings shown. "Are you seriously insinuating that I'm some sort of an idiot or something? Because I was the one who lived through what I lived through and look at me, I'm just fine!"

At this point, the both of you knew that you were getting more and more frustrated at each other for no apparent reason and neither one of you were willing to back down since technically both of you had somewhat of a point. Leo realized that the things he wanted to say, though it's based on him worrying over you as a caregiver, would not be accepted well by you so he bit his words back. Literally. You could see him biting the inside of his cheek as he stared at you, contemplating on what to do. Then, he said something you didn't expect.

"You need to change your phone," he stated oh-so-simply. Incredulous, you blinked repeatedly, thinking you had heard wrong. "Excuse me?" "You need to change your phone because whatever this is, I have a feeling this had something to do with the hacker you were so worried about a while ago so I think you need to just leave this all behind and forget about it," he said, showing that he was serious. "I don't need to change my phone. If I change my phone due to EVERY single miniscule discomfort then I'd be the most wasteful person to ever exist, oppa," you said in the most annoying tone you can muster, hoping that he would get the hint and just leave you be.

"Are you kidding?" Alas, he was one adamant son of a bitch. "That's not my point, (y/n) and you know it. I just want to do what's best for you considering what happened in the past!"

This time, you couldn't hold it in. You pushed yourself off the chair, forcing Leo to take a step back and braced yourself. "Why do you have to insert yourself into my decision? I'm not the same idiotic 12 year old who thought mommy and daddy would step up for me and just stupidly agree to things without taking any consideration of anything important. I'm not stupid! In case it you didn't notice despite you always, ALWAYS, scrutinizing my movements as if i'm the village idiot, I grew up. I learned from my mistakes and I actually used my brain when I make a decision!"

It wasn't the tone nor the volume of your voice that caused Leo's face to fall. It wasn't even the fact that you were standing up to him which in all honesty, made him proud. It was the fact that you perceived what he thought was genuine worry and care as something so negative. He wasn't able to pin down if he was hurt with you or hurt with himself though. But it did made him realize that he couldn't say anything to help you, not even to change your mind, but to just be available for you. It was vague if it was long or short term but he knew that that was the line for him.

So, in surprising dejection, Leo sighed and put down your phone next to your work laptop before he paused in front of you. For a moment you thought that he had one last thing to say, something that would make him have the final word and you prepared yourself to pary whatever it is he had to say. So when he simply turned around and quietly leave, you felt your stomach drop and guilt bubbling up. Usually, if you had an argument, Leo would still have something snarky to say or at least show how displeased he was. But the silence and the lack of response made you think that you fucked up big time.

Though the guilt was nothing compared to the anger you felt towards a certain someone. Or some soul.

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[dicentsalve]

You shared your La Squadra headcanons... Now what about L' Unità speciale?

// also,, I love your work! It's interesting :)

Thank you VERY much, bb!!!!! I don't know if this is the same person who asked me about my La Squadra hcs, but if this is, then I'm waiting for you in the bedroom in my new lace lingerie And it's ps2 colors again

● Squalo

Squalo is Tuscan, Tiziano is Sicilian and there are a couple of reasons for this: Tuscany is a treasure trove of the Renaissance and many precious artistic creations, and Tiziano is reference to the artist Also in Sicily is very I mean, is VERY common and in demand fish, and Squalo is literally a shark, as his stand

The accent in speech is almost undetectable, but he often uses the Tuscan dialect and actually pronounces “Tizzano”

He and Sale are brothers. Sale doesn't know that his appendix is ​​a member of the Boss’s elite guard, but believes that he simply found a rich friend in Tiziano, which he sometimes uses with gnashing of teeth. They are also the direct personification of jokes: - I fucked your mother! - We have the same mother, idiot.

Squalo has a Stand from birth and for this reason doesn't eat fish.

Living up to his name, he bites quite often, as sharks bite the object of their adoration as a sign of courtship. (But if think so, he only bites Tiz)

Squalo loves and often goes swimming, especially early in the morning or late in the evening, and carries Tiziano with him, who, in turn, doesn't like to swim, but loves to spend time on the shore, watching Squalo, who sometimes brings him beautiful shells or stones from the bottom.

Can't stand white wine.

He knows a lot of different and ridiculous facts about sea creatures and loves to tell them to Tiziano.

Regarding the Bucci gang, has a particular dislike for Mista (this hc is based on private comparisons between The Clash and Sex Pistols and disputes between fans)

Having a difficult relationship with parents.

��� Tiziano

Has the softest, almost inaudible accent, especially to an unknowing interlocutor, which is also well disguised behind purring.

The great love of Sicilians for women played a certain role in his appearance, which gave him great attention from men in Sicily and beyond. From the women, by the way, too.

Tiziano damnably loves money and is ready to do anything if he is paid well for it.

He also doesn’t eat fish, but he didn’t do that even before the stand appeared, he’s just sick of it.

Tiziano values ​​his personal space very much and hates when it is violated against his will, but he himself does this quite often, if not constantly.

Is the information side of the Unità Speciale.

He has the habit of pampering and treating Squalo, who, in turn, is ashamed of this.

Not particularly talkative or smiling, but has a good command of the language. (In terms of speech patterns and traps for the interlocutor, but in a different sense too)

At home he has several plants, which he carefully cares for.

Father is a farmer. Doesn't maintain contact with his mother, but has a stable relationship with his father. (His dad also likes Squalo) Final screamer, but Tiziano and Squalo are just friends, at least officially (This turns me on even more)

● Carne

Carne is almost completely deaf. He can speak, but does so rather vaguely and quietly.

He's afraid of cats and I'm not going to explain it.

His height is 211. It seemed strange and illogical to me that since Carne is meant to be cannon fodder and the stand itself demands that he be killed in any case, he is very short. And the higher the cabinet, the louder it falls.

Regarding the work of Notorious B.I.G: Yes, Carne needs to be killed And he will die, then his soul in the form of a stand will crawl out of his body. However, when Notorious B.I.G. reaches the target and kills the victim, it returns to the owner’s body and restores the wounded parts.

● Cioccolata

Cioccolata is the last one who is also Sicilian for me and I'm ready to explain why: In the anime adaptation, Risotto (who, according the canon, is Sicilian), Tiziano and Cioccolata have a single, unique manner of speech, which is especially clearly heard from Cioccolata. I can’t explain it, but just listen to their voices and compare with the others, they have some kind of abruptness, “stammers” and breath before syllables.

Based on this, Cioccolata has the thickest accent.

As a child, Cioccolata wore braces, which he installed for himself. However, he still has a natural "unevenness" and his front teeth protrude slightly, causing his upper incisors to show through unless he consciously closes his lips.

He sleeps a lot, which can be attributed to his slight excitability and extreme emotionality at work, although otherwise he is quite calm and even silent.

During each new medical experiment, he tries not to repeat himself, because otherwise the process will no longer cause the same pleasure.

Despite certain inclinations, he still adheres to extreme sterility in his work.

● Secco

He has no fear of Cioccolata. In the sense that he is still afraid of him as a person and an unstable personality. However, he is not afraid, because he is firmly confident that Ciocco wont harm him.

He has a slightly sinewy, but large and elastic physique, broad shoulders, to which a significant contribution was made by the stand, which requires good training of the swimmer, and we all know what swimmers look like.

Due to the huge amount of sugar, he is very restless, nervous and twitchy.

After being with Cioccolata for a long time, he really began to forget and confuse some words or sounds.

He is a Neapolitan and knows every corner of Naples like the back of his hand, so he poses a much greater threat in pursuit here.

Cioccolata often kicks him out of the office or forces sits halfway under the floor, since Secco loves dirt.

[sweetbunpura]

Hey, you're cool, date my brother.

Najma pocketed her phone as she walked through the bazaar. The market was crowded with people from all over Twisted attending the Firelit Sky and grabbing what they could before tonight's big show. She spotted someone at the gyro stall, a gray cat creature was jumping up and down excitingly. It talked animatedly about something Najma couldn't hear. She spotted what she assumed was the creature's handler, as the person grabbed the creature by the bow around it's next. She got closer to the stall and overheard their conversation.

"Grim, calm down. Urging them to hurry up isn't gonna get the food out faster."

"But I'm hungry!"

"You're always hungry!" The person sighed. "Jamil and the others don't mind if the food takes a bit, so calm down, okay?"

Ah, that was a name she recognized. So, did this person know Jamil? Only one way to find out. Najma slid up behind the person and right as she was about to say something, the person turned around quickly. Jeez, they was about as perceptive as Jamil.

"Gonna have to ask you to not do that." Oh, they were a girl with green eyes and short black hair. "Don't want to start a fight in the market."

"Oh, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." Najma apologized. "I heard my brother's name and-"

"Brother? Jamil?"

"Yeah, do you know him?"

The girl looked her up and down. "Damn, you look exactly like him, but yeah, I know him."

"Here you go, miss." The stall owner grabbed their attention as he held out a basket of food. "Thank you for waiting!"

She took it. "Thanks!" She handed one to the creature. "Here, Grim."

"Finally!" Grim tore into it.

Najma looked at the gyros and swiftly grabbed the one she knew was Jamil's. She bit into it as the girl turned to face her with a eyebrow raise, yet she gave a smile and said nothing.

She started walking. "Didn't know Jamil had a sister. Younger or older?"

"Younger." Najma swallowed and pointed at her. "You wouldn't happen to be the prefect he talks a lot about, would you?"

"He talks about me? I hope it's good."

"Well, he calls you a troublemaker. What's your name, by the way?"

"I'm Yuu, and you are?"

"Najma."

The three of them were nearing a group, Najma could see Jamil standing near the fountain.

"Here you guys go." Yuu handed out the food and turned to Jamil. "Sorry, yours got eaten."

"Eaten?" A green haired guy with glasses asked. "Did Grim inhale it?"

"Damn, Grimmy, you didn't have to eat Jamil's." A guy with ginger hair and a diamond on his cheek spoke.

"It wasn't me!" Grim defended himself. "She ate it!" He pointed a paw at Najma.

All eyes shifted to her, which she waved at and took another bite of the gyro. Jamil's eyes widened upon seeing her, Yuu took a bite of her food and patted him on the back.

"You never said you had a younger sister, Jam-jam." Yuu teased him.

Jam-jam? This was gold, another new name to tease her brother with.

"You never asked." Jamil tried to recover before sighing. "Why are you here, Najma?"

"Wow, rude." Najma crossed her arms. "Do you see how he treats me?" She looked at Yuu. "And I've been nothing but nice to him."

"Such a mean older brother." Yuu laughed. "Treat your sister better. She's fragile, you know."

Jamil glared at the two of them, a faint blush dawning his cheeks before it disappeared from sight. He 100% had a crush on Yuu, there was no denying it now that Najma had seen it with her own eyes. She gave him the message their father told her to send. After a few more moments of talking with the group and them introducing themselves, Najma left to go hang out with her friends. She returned before the fireworks began and sat next to Yuu.

"My brother's single." She said, gaining Yuu's attention.

She fixed her with a confused look before smiling. "Is he now?"

"Mm-hmm and he's good at everything he does. Cooking, singing, dancing, just to name a few. You just gotta deal with the bugs he's afraid of."

Yuu started laughing and Najma smiled. "He could be mine for the low price of bug murder or atleast relocation?"

"...You're cool, date my brother."

"NAJMA!" whoops, Jamil had overheard and it sent Yuu into a louder roar of laughter.

"I'm trying to get the prefect for you, Jamil!"

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[mandarinmoons]

hiii! aaa. OKAY. so, what abt reader (or spencer) finally getting a new puppy after seeing that is possible to have a lovely dog and work at the bau thanks to luke, lol. and then the other one coming to their shared flat and they are like (spencer or reader, up to you who decides to get the puppy) but sweetheart- (sighs) alright we can keep it because it's cute. hehe. just tons of your lovely spencer fluff! mwah.

You were used to having animals. Growing up you had several pets from goldfish to dogs and cats and when you moved to D.C. having a little loving animal by your side was something you terribly missed. You knew that it would be hard to keep a pet by yourself, especially if it was a dog who needed to be taken out regularly. However, you no longer lived alone, you had your lovely boyfriend Spencer and you were slowly wearing him down on the topic of getting a pet.

After one night of begging, pleading and showing your best puppy dog like eyes at Spencer to go to a kennel sometime soon to look at the puppies they have up for adoption, all that Spencer said was “We’ll look into it, okay?” and that was it for the whole night. The topic wasn’t brought up again for a few days until a better offer came up.

One of your coworker’s dogs had puppies recently and was looking for a home for them. After seeing pictures of the little furballs your eyes landed on one of them and knew you needed to have it in your arms. It was a little spaniel puppy with golden fur and a brown nose, it was adorable.

After finishing a shift you picked up the needed supplies for your newest family member and headed over to pick it up.

A few hours later you were at home and playing with your new love. The puppy was energetic and was gnawing on a toy you got him, holding onto it with its paws as he kept on going. You were so distracted with the dog that you didn’t hear the front door open and close. Spencer walked in and furrowed his brows as he heard the squeak of a chew toy, it couldn’t be what he thought it was. Spencer walked to the living room and was met with you sitting on the middle of the carpet, holding a small dog in your arms.

“Sweetheart…”

“Oh Spence! Come here, I want to introduce you to someone,” Spencer walked over to you and sat down next to you, the puppy immediately crawling over to him and sniffing him. A smile crept up on Spencer’s lips and he gently petted the puppy.

“Isn’t he cute?”

“He is, but where did you get him?”

“Marla’s dog had puppies some time ago and they needed homes, so I thought why not?”

Spencer sighs and tries to hold back a chuckle as the dog bites on his fingers playfully.

“You should’ve talked to me about this first, you know.”

“I know, but you were so hesitant and I really wanted him, Spence. I’m sorry that I didn’t come to you first, but…”

The puppy crawled back over to you and licked your hand, even if Spencer wasn’t too keen on having a dog right now he was going to have a hard time keeping you two apart.

“Well it’s a bit sudden, but I think I can come around to him. Okay, let’s keep him.”

“Really?”

Spencer nodded and you jumped into his arms and kissed him, making the dog bark and jumping up to join in on the fun. Both of you chuckled and Spencer cleared his throat,

“What’s his name?”

“He doesn’t have one yet, I thought that maybe you could do the honors.”

“Okay um… Spock?”

“Spock? Really? Any other name that isn’t after a Star Trek character?”

Spencer chuckles, “I don’t know um… Sunny? I mean he does have a golden coat.”

“I love that, do you like it Sunny?”

The dog licked your face which made you giggle, “Sunny it is.”

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[teddypines]

Boxes, Cat One-shot

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Note: Just a little something something about the everday life of Cat, being a cat. Hope you enjoyed it. Art/picture is from Google, credits go to whoever made it.

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Cat's pov.

It's Wednesday, which means the delivery man will come with all the packages for the team. Which means new boxes for me to play in :) Usually Tony orders a lot for the lab and Steve, he still doesn’t really get how online shopping works. But that doesn’t matter, I get a lot of boxes to play with! I just have to wait for everyone to get their stuff out of the boxes.

I was waiting on one of the shelves, so I could see which boxes were empty. But as always, everyone took way too long to get their stuff out of the boxes. After 3 hours and 2 naps, the boxes were finally empty and ready for me to play in. I jumped from the shelf and attacked the boxes. One of my favorite things to do to the defenseless boxes, aside from napping in them. 

I had a lot of fun destroying and fighting the boxes, kicking and biting the cardboard. I pretended that the boxes were big bad guys and that I had to protect the Avengers. They don’t know it, but I would do a lot to keep them safe from the nightmares they face every night. Bucky has the worst nightmares and I wished I could kick them away like these boxes.

After a while Natasha walked in the room, I looked up at her from my pile and meowed at her. "Are you having fun?" She asked and walked over to play with me. "Maybe next week we can build a boxford for you, or a mini city that you can destroy." I meowed at her, telling her I would like that. Natasha always had the best ideas for fun games. Natasha and I played for a while, I could sense something was wrong, but Natasha being Natasha never showed enough for me to figure out what was wrong. So I'll let it be for now.

Natasha and I played and mostly destroyed the boxes until Steve came in to collect them for the trash. I was sad that the boxes had to go, letting out a sad meow as I looked up at Steve. Steve of course knew I didn’t want the boxes to go, but had to take them away from me. “Sorry Pumpkin, Tony said the boxes had to go.” Steve said to me as he gave me a few pats. He started to collect all the boxes, well the scrapes of what used to be the boxes. I was sad but couldn't wait for next week's deliveries to come. Then we can all build a big box city that I could destroy.

[elemit]

A Gift, A Curse

A story in which we discover just how damned an ascended vampire can be, and just how far you will go to save the spawn you loved.

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fic warnings: Abuse, Angst, Biting, Blood and Gore, Blood Drinking, Bondage, Dom/sub, Dubious Consent, Food Restriction, Hate Sex, Horror, Mental Coercion, Mind Control, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rough Sex, Sexual Coercion, Torture, Total Power Exchange, Trauma, Vampire Bites

Chapter 25: Shadows

You have become a shadow in your own home.

You exist. For now, that has to be enough. You know that the days are slipping by from the passing glow and fade of sun around the edges of the heavy red curtains on the windows. When wine doesn’t offer enough escape, you find yourself turning to the endless shelves of books in the house. You used to be the type who favoured blades over books, but now the pages that you lose yourself in are worth more to you than any weapon. They are a shield against the darkness that surrounds you, and gods know you could use the protection.

You still hate being alone. Astarion is gone more days than he is here. You can’t help but wonder how much the incident with the Fist has disrupted his plans for the council. If he’s worried, he never shows it. And if the stacks of correspondences that arrive for him daily are anything to go by, there are still plenty of people out there who want to remain in his good books.

 Even when Astarion is around, he sometimes tires of your constant company, commanding you to wait in mindless silence in your bedchamber until he wishes to see you again. To avoid this fate, you begin to follow him less, although it pains you to do so.

You know you should stay away from the west wing, that den of Flaming Fist and New Watch, lest the sunlight burns you, or some other Fist discovers your secret, but you find yourself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The bustling noises, and the energetic buzz of people hard at work, are proof of a world that is still thriving beyond the stone walls of your living tomb.

So you have taken to venturing into this hive of activity, keeping to the places that the sun cannot reach even with the curtains thrown back and the windows flung open. You haunt the alcoves and the inner corridors, stepping lightly from one shaded spot to the next. You only go directly after you have drunk, so you need not fear your hunger getting the better of you. When you find a place in the half-gloom, obscured from the view of the flurry of living beings around you, you sit, read, and absorb the tumult with a feeling close to joy.

You never try to speak to anyone. You do not crave communication. Besides, it would be useless, tongue-bound as you are. You only wish to know that you are not entirely alone.

You are sat like this, in a dark alcove, reading, lost in an imaginary world, when a voice interrupts you.

“A good one, is it?”

The voice is so painfully cheerful it makes you wince. You look up into the youthful face of a human man - a boy, really - wearing the uniform of a Flaming Fist. He grins at you.

“The book, I mean. It’s a good one?”

You stare at him, frozen. When was the last time someone spoke to you with good will? Someone new? Someone free?

“Never been much one for reading, me,” he continues. “My sister loves it, though. Reckon she’s read more books in t’ past year than most read in a lifetime.”

He seems to have finally noticed your utter lack of response. His grin stays in place, but his brow furrows slightly as if he’s just remembered himself.

“I’m Lucas, by the way. What’s your name?”

You purse your lips in something that isn’t quite a smile and give a small shrug.

“Cat got your tongue, eh? Ah, well. Worse parts of you to lose. I should know.” He reaches down, beaming, and knocks on his left shin, which emits a hollow clunk. You raise your eyebrows at his enthusiasm. He seems to take it as encouragement.

“Great, ent it? I told everyone at the Mermaid that I lost it in t’ Battle of Baldur’s Gate and now I get free drinks all the time.” Then he continues in a lower voice, “Don’t tell anyone, but I actually lost it on the journey here. Horse bloody fell on me. Total nightmare. Still, got to look on the bright side, don’t you?”

You blink incredulously. Somehow, he is still talking.

“Anyway, best get back, supposed to be on duty. Get lost in this bloody house all the damn time. Good to meet you, o’ silent lady of the books.”

He crumples into an inelegant bow, then lopes off down the corridor. You are left entirely too bewildered to get back into your book.

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 32: In Which The Tower Begins to Lean

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"And uh, we have your daughters, Lady Dimitrescu."

"You - what?"

"We have your daughters, but they're unharmed."

Alcina was completely dumbstruck by the words spoken just now, unsure if she heard any of that correctly. 

Anjelica, a lieutenant under Dmitri's command had been the first to call at this ungodly hour to report another collapse in what had now been discovered as a whole new tunnel system under the already compromised cave.

"I-I'm sorry, what do you mean you have my daughters?"

"They were assisting in the exploration, as you'd sent them to do, my lady? They were the first to find the system - "

Blood boiling was a low, minimal, grossly understated, description of the fury Alcina was currently experiencing.

It'd been only two goddamn days since she'd spoken with Dmitri. How had they slipped their way under her nose and escaped to the camp? How had they known about the tunnel to begin with? How had she been so blind as to not notice the absence of her girls? How had she, a mother, been so irresponsible?

"THEY WHAT?!" she screamed, interrupting the explanation coming in from the other line.

Donna and Karl felt the undeniable shards of ice shoot from Alcina's energy field, her shriek a nerve pinching addition.

Donna was mortified the girls were there and had been caught up in this, a thousand and one thoughts of the situation crashing around in her skull, though simultaneously relieved beyond measure they were unscathed.

Karl was doing everything he could to contain the chaotic mix of anger and guilt that was bubbling grotesquely from his gut.

Hey eyes began to fill with blackness, her rage transforming her into the monster no one wanted to meet as she spiraled at the news.

Like a bomb hissing the hint at its explosion, Alcina's voice dropped to an eerie hush, "keep my daughters in your sights. Do not let them go anywhere. I will be there by the end of the day."

Anjelica was unable to respond as she slammed the receiver down with such a clang Donna and Karl jumped. Her nails began digging caverns into the wood of her desk as she fumed to the brink of implode.

"Tell my team they better be hot on my trail to the old tunnels because I am leaving now!" she barked, ripping herself from the cat-like, hunched stance over the phone.

She was gone in a flash.

"Karl!" Donna blurted at the man already dashing after her.

"Don't worry, I got it, I got it!"

Luckily for Karl, Alcina's perfume allowed him to follow her flitting through the vastness of the city, she was faster than lycans by a landslide but he finally caught up to her as she was headed for her exit.

"Alcina!" he called, "Alcina! ALCINA - WOULD YOU FUCKING WAIT?!"

Turning a sharp corner he about ran face first into her chest, "holy fuck!" he cursed, forcing his course change and slamming into the neighboring wall.

"WHAT?!"

"Listen!" he bit back, "I've got a very nice gift for you before you depart that I really feel like you NEED on this particular little venture, so would you chill your shit for JUST A SECOND?"

The black orbs that had encapsulated her eye sockets began to slowly sift away the darkness, her clenched fists relaxed slightly and her breathing mellowed to a point her lips were no longer screwed into a tight grimace.

"Yes?" she replied with a very prominent bite, annoyed at being stopped in the first place.

Karl huffed, "I uh, I made you a new suit. Will you please come with me back to my shop so you can change into it?"

Dropping the last of her guard at the very rare sincerity in his voice, Alcina released the tension in her shoulders, "oh."

The new suit Karl had crafted for her was impeccable. It fit very similarly to the last one but the blackness of the material was unlike anything she'd seen before. It was as ebony and absent of light as a void in space. However, the feel was soft and malleable, it moved well, and it was comfortable beyond measure. As she ran her glassine nails down the fabric on her arm, testing its resiliency, she noted how the material moved similarly to chainmail.

"I know it feels light and basically shreddable, ya know like some catsuit knock off from a shitty Batman movie, but I promise this is... dragon scales tier."

He was so eloquent.

Alcina threw her gaze to him as he scratched his head unceremoniously with his ragged hat, "it looks nothing like that. This is a beautiful piece of work... thank you. I assume you won't tell me what it's made of?"

"Nope! That shit stays in my brain."

"A scary place, I'm sure."

"You know it. Now come on, quit oogling my goods and get your ass moving."

A sharp eyeroll later Alcina was headed to the door.

"Be careful, ferocious predator."

All he received was a limp-wristed wave with her back turned as she ducked though the doorway.

~

Alcina arrived right on time as she had announced. The sun had set not seconds ago and she was now in the warehouse with Dmitri, her girls, and a few soldiers.

The warehouse was not soundproof and the vampires were struggling to ignore the chastising from the Matriarch behind a closed door. Gerard, Mateo, and Elina arrived just in time for the worst of it.

"How could you?!" she scolded, pacing back and forth in the stark, ugly, bleak bunk room at the very back, "how could you all do something like this behind my back?! And how dare you all LIE that I sent you to do this! You could have been killed! What were you thinking?!"

"Mama, please!" Daniella tried, "there's more to it than just - "

"I don't want to hear a word of it! I don't care your reasonings - this is easily the most irresponsible thing you all have ever done."

Cassandra huffed, brushing off some left over dust and rubble, "Mamă, dacă nu eram noi nu ar fi știut niciodată că există un întreg sistem de tuneluri! NOI, noi, l-am găsit!" (Mother, if it weren't for us they never would have known there was a whole tunnel system! WE, us, we found it!)

Alcina's eyes grew dangerously deep as she peered at her middle daughter, her nostrils flaring as she debated how much she could hold back; "Cu toții știați clar despre peșteră când ați ajuns aici și tot ați decis să faceți asta? A meritat gloria? Nu știu a cui idee a fost și nu-mi pasă că a fost o prostie și egoistă! Idiot!" (You all clearly knew about the danger when you got here, and still you decided to do this? Was the glory worth it? I don't know whose idea it was and I don't care, it was foolish and selfish! Idiotic!)

"Egoist? Egoist?" Cassandra tested. (Selfish? Selfish?)

Bela sat upright quickly, "Cass, nu" (Cass, don't.)

"Vrei să discutăm despre egoism?" (You want to discuss selfish?)

"Cass!" Bela hissed.

"Da mamă, hai să vorbim despre asta, ai ști multe despre asta, nu-i așa." (Yes mother, let's talk about it, you would know a lot about it wouldn't you.) 

"Cassandra Dimitrescu - " Alcina warned fiercely, but the strong willed, bull-headed daughter that was so much like her butted right back in.

"E egoist din partea ta să ne ții în întuneric! Este egoist din partea ta să ne tratezi ca pe niște copii - este egoist din partea ta să ne ignori și să te prefaci că nu vedem, auzim sau știm lucruri! Este egoist din partea ta să ne ții lucruri pe care le putem ajuta și de care ar trebui să fim conștienți! Suntem luptători! Așa cum ne-ați antrenat să fim! Nu ne mai tratați ca niște figurine de sticlă care se vor sparge dacă suntem scăpați!" (It is selfish of you to keep us in the dark! It is selfish of you to treat us like children - it is selfish of you to ignore us and pretend like we don't see or hear or know things! It is selfish of you to keep things from us that we can help with and should be aware of! We are fighters! Just like you trained us to be! Stop treating us like glass figurines that will shatter if we're dropped!)

Her voice reached the pitch Alcina's had taken not moments before and she rose from the bench she was sitting on, angry and waving her arm at her sisters, her eyes never leaving her mothers.

"Dacă nu ai fi atât de consumat în micul tău om, poate ai avea o idee despre ce se întâmplă cu noi încă o dată! Poate ai avea timp pentru noi... Dar nu, noi suntem egoiştii?" (If you weren't so consumed in your little human maybe you would have a clue what goes on with us once more! Maybe you would have time for us... But no, we're the selfish ones?)

The silence flooded the room like a tidal wave, slamming down everything in its path.

Alcina stood still as a statue, her eyes locked with Cassandra while the cold pit in her stomach grew heavier and more unbearable. She felt hot.

Finally dropping her gaze from the stare-down with Alcina, Cassandra placed her hand over her mouth and shook her head, "Mother, I'm sorry, I -"

"Tăcere," Alcina stated in the most unfeeling tone the girls had ever heard, "Mateo te va duce înapoi la conac. Vei sta acolo până la întoarcerea mea." (Silence. Mateo will take you back to the manor. You will stay there until my return.)

"Mama -"

"Mateo!" She called, shutting down Bela's voice. As he entered Alcina looked to him with sternness, "take my daughters back to the manor. You will occupy the courtyard with whatever comrades you choose. They are not to leave and no one is allowed to enter. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, my lady." He replied with a curt nod, looking to the girls who were uneasily shifting and moving towards the door. 

With her eyes donning a sharp glance, she watched her girls shuffled by without moving a muscle. Daniella stopped just shy of her arm to touch it gently.

"Go."

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The camp had progressed impressively since she had been there last and they finally looked fortified to her liking. There was a myriad of artillery boxes lined about and everyone was indeed armed to the teeth. Their readiness might have made her smile, but not tonight.

Dmitri guided her, Elina and Gerard to the new base closest to the cave. Sylvia was there going through photos and some kind of ground scans their men had produced before the newest collapse.

"Lady Dimitrescu," Sylvia smiled warmly at the Matriarch, "a pleasure to have you with us again."

"If only the terms were better. What do you know?"

They spent the next several minutes reviewing the data they had collected before and after the fact, all of which was interesting but still no solid answers to anything at all. The cave and the newly discovered tunnel system was still just as cryptic. When she was told that Angie was also on the frontline of the exploration expedition, Alcina raised a brow quickly and asked for here whereabouts. She had conveniently already made her way back to the underground city. Making a mental note to grill Donna when she got back was moved to the top of the list. Getting ahold of Angie for direct questioning would be as fruitful as catching a slimy fish with bare hands.

"Still no activity anywhere, thankfully. There is still one pocket that we have access to; these print outs here of the scan show that we might be able to slip one person through... if we can safely infiltrate it we might be able to continue our search for where the mutant came from."

Alcina pursed her lips at the suggestion.

"I don't think it is wise," Dmitri chimed in, "we still have no answers as to why the integrity of this place is so compromised or what is causing it. We had nearly the whole team down there when the faulty layers began to give. Had it not been for your daughters exceptional hearing, we might have all been lost."

While that softened her a little, it still left a sour taste in her mouth.

"I want to go down."

"My lady -"

"I want to go down," she reiterated firmly, "I will test the waters, so-to-speak. I may not be the lightest or the smallest, but I am fast and I will be as good as any candidate to push its limits. You will all be right there to aid me if I need it."

Everyone else exchanged glances as Alcina mulled over the scattered photos. Weary of waiting for any verbal confirmation she headed towards the crumbled cave entrance.

"Well?" Dmitri called.

Cramped but carefully navigating her way between rubble, Alcina grimaced as she pushed through some rocks, knocking them over with a cracking crash. Silence. 

"Nothing else is shifting thus far - I believe it's safe to follow."

It was blessedly dark in this stupid cavern and it smelled musty and was dirty. Alcina forced her displeasure aside and was soon joined by Dmitri and Petra, a small lycan who was the true scout on the escapade.

There was very little room to move any which way but forwards or backwards and it was a bit of a steep decline into the tunnel entrance that they were now facing. The pocket in question was directly to the left and Alcina crouched down to examine her next move.

"How's it look? Everything still alright?" Sylvia asked from the comm.

Dmitri huffed, "all fine. We're at the entrance. Will update as we go," he stuffed the comm back in the holster and held his flashlight above Alcina, "I think she misunderstood me when I said I would update her as needed... perhaps it is my accent."

Alcina smirked, "she's eager. I doubt I'd be any less unbearable if I were in her shoes."

"Indeed."

He winked as she peered at him over her shoulder.

After at least half an hour of rearranging rubble and rock carefully as they might, they managed to create an opening stable enough for Petra to slip through.

The moment she slithered her way in, the unfortunate grumble of shifting earth rumbled loudly and with haste Alcina grabbed for Petra, yanked her from the opening just as the rocks came crashing down on the other side.

Dmitri hoisted Petra up and shoved her through the way they came, he and Alcina racing to the surface behind her as everything began to collapse behind them.

Petra had made it out, Alcina and Dmitri were just to the birth of the cave when the ceiling above them came tumbling down. In the blink of an eye Dmitri grasped for Alcina and in his infinite wisdom and instinct lunged for the mouth with barely a split second to spare as the debris came down in a dust cloud that gulped everything up.

-

Your unease had started earlier that evening. Maybe 7, 7:30 or so. 

There had been no apparent reason except that perhaps tomorrow was Monday and you were generally dreading having to go back to work.

Still, you had memories of yesterday and it painted a smile on your face.

Today was Alcina's birthday and you doubted you'd see her tonight, for maybe even a couple days now, what with whatever vampire business was happening, and Donna. You didn't know Donna at all, but the way Alcina mentioned the ass-chewing she may receive upon return from her made you snicker. She seemed spicy but overall concerned and loving of her friend. The thought of what her life was really like down there in the underground kept your brain distracted for a while anyway. You so wished you could be part of it one day. Meet her daughters. Donna. Karl. You'd already met Angie and that was a wild ride all its own, you couldn't help but wonder what everyone else was really like.

The unease didn't really get any better as the night progressed and after a couple of episodes of The Nanny you turned into bed.

You'd wasted an entire Sunday being a complete bump on a log and that was fine.

With Alcina's gloves securely in your grasp as you snuggled into your bed, a small smile resided on your face as the haziness of sleep wafted through you, the image of her wearing the new ones you bought her still beaming in your chest like a bright beacon. You'd give her anything in the world if you could. Anything. And the thought swept you into the darkness.

There was so much blood.

So much blood, everywhere.

It was pungent.

Bodies everywhere. And in the near distance you could hear... crunching. A sloppy sound, lapping, sucking, something... terrible.

Wherever you were the halls were tight, the rooms dense, closed-in, blood on ever inch of every floor. Bodies scattered here and there. Massacred messes of broken bones and torn up flesh, faces, clothing, unrecognizable. 

You tried to be mindful of where you stepped, steadying yourself on the sticky cold walls as you searched out this chewing, crunching, slurping sound.

The building was rumbling. Low at first; like a train was passing by on wobbly tracks - it ebbed - pulsed, long, drawn out, like wind picking up momentum. It seemed as though every step you took was bringing about a harshness of the grumble, and each move you made you expected to hear something crashing to the ground and breaking. And nothing ever did.

Stairs.

Stairs that lead you up but took you down.

And you followed each creaking, shaking, unsecure step.

Down - up - sideways?

Light. Light at the end of a corridor.

A room, where the sounds grew louder and poignant.

The smells were so much more intense and you gagged as you rounded the corner. And there in the room, the only one flooded with red and purple light pouring in from the windows, was a figure hunched with a broken body in its grasp.

More bodies lay strewn in a haphazard manner, limp and bent and broken and rotting in their own dead blood.

The figure growled and began to stand, you froze in the doorway and watched unable to budge.

Tall. 

So tall.

The body dropped from its claws with a thud and white eyes met you as it turned.

Alcina.

She was gaunt. So thin. So much taller. Vicious and sneering at you. Covered in blood from mouth to toe. Fingernails long, protruding from her fingertips like scythes. Teeth jagged, bloody and sharp. 

You wanted to fall back, or call to her to remind her it was you, that it was you, just you. But those white eyes made you immobile. For the first time in your life you felt fear of her, terror, horror, the strongest desire you'd ever had to run from her.

'I am what I am.'

She said, her voice so unlike her own you didn't believe it was her. It was sickeningly sweet, yet bitter and slimy, breaking with a hiss.

'You know what I am - I will kill - I will kill - a monster is what it is.'

She moved towards you like a skip in a video and yet you still could not move from her advance.

'You cannot tame me - I kill - and I will kill you, too.'

Another glitch and she was closer, your breathing laboring harder and harder until you felt you may scream out the fear swelling inside you.

'Run - run - make me chase you, little mouse!'

She lunged.

You screamed.

"Fuck! Fuck!" you shouted as you shot up in bed, huffing and sweating, "what the fuck... what the fuck...." reaching for your phone with the utmost clumsiness, you looked at the screen hastily for a time.

4:55.

"Oh holy fuck," you huffed, still catching your breath, "oh my god... what the fuck."

The sheer terror of that dream was still too potent in your veins and you physically had to get up an out of bed to feel better. Fight or flight had never felt so real in a dream and you hated every second of it. What the fuck was that even about? 

You didn't want to be scared of Alcina. You knew that wasn't real. You knew her. You knew her. 

Fuck that dream, fuck that dream.

You promptly jumped in the shower.

~

Dazed, confused, and exceptionally wired energetically, you found yourself sitting outside on your lunch break, desperately needing silence and alone time.

Rustling overhead finally caught your attention and you looked up.

More than pleasantly surprised to find your crow family had followed you to work, you were now all smile from ear to ear as you shuffled on the bench in the courtyard while they landed and pitter-pattered around.

Today had been too weird for your liking but you were trudging through it. You used every bit of your willpower to ignore your dream altogether and gaslit yourself at every turn that it never happened. Work was wickedly busy and you weren't bitching about it for once.

"Well look at you beautiful little creatures - I uh, I don't have any goodies for you I'm afraid..." you grinned leaning forward on the bench, simultaneously pulling your scarf a little tighter around your neck, "happy for the company though."

The largest, once again, came up to your feet and eyed you with focus. The beautiful black of its feathers flickering the prism of color off the suns rays.

"You all need names," you blurted at the one below you, smiling still, "can I name you, or will I be cursed from the fae world?"

The crow didn't budge at your chuckle so you shrugged and pondered.

"Ok, I'm not even going to attempt to guess genders here, not that they are relevant, but... let's see... you," you stated softly looking at another one approaching you, "how 'bout Ash. Very clever, I know," you giggled, "and you... Onyx? Yeah, I'll be here all week with this brilliance," you said to another coming close, "you - Noir. And you - Shade - and you... how about Obsidian, call you Siddy, or Sidda for short? And... you," you hunched on your knees looking to the largest, the one at your feet, who seemed completely unafraid of you, "Ebony."

The six of them were gathered in front of you in a crescent moon shape. Silent. Almost as if they were pondering you as hard as you were pondering them. Each set of shiny, pitch black eyes watching you watch them.

"Do those suffice?" you asked the group, your gaze settling on Ebony.

Whether it was the faint wisp of a a whisper from the wind, or your own imagination slithering through to take advantage of your unbalanced state, you heard in your ear, clear as day; "yes."

Before you could react they took flight and left you there in silent bewilderment.

-

"LADY DIMITRESCU!"

The shouting and mayhem of everyone closing in with shouts and barked orders galore was quite muffled as Alcina pawed her way out from under a boulder or two. Dmitri was doing the same as the patrol of vampires and lycans reached them with haste.

"Are you alright? Are both of you alright?" 

Sylvia's voice permeated the haze in her skull. "Yes, yes, I'm - I'm fine," Alcina replied taking the hands that had been offered to pull her from the remaining rubble.

Side-eying Dmitri, he nodded his answer of being unharmed and she dusted off her new suit. Not a scratch or a snag.

"We heard the rumbling underground before the collapse - we tried to radio - did it not come through?

Dmitri patted off his uniform and ran a hand through his thick, white hair and twisted his neck with agitation, "no, we did not receive it. Though I'm not sure how that would cause interference."

"You heard rumbling all the way out here?" Alcina reiterated to Sylvia as the soldiers were now investigating the fully concaved disaster behind them.

The lycan commander nodded with a worried expression on her face, "it started from under us and moved in your direction... then spread like spider legs in all directions afterwards."

Silent thoughts and unspoken concern plagued the three.

"Your scan showed no sign of tunnels under the camp and outposts." Dmitri stated.

"Correct. Which makes this all the more baffling. And now we have zero access to anything underground that isn't blockaded by boulders and rubble galore. We can't very well start digging and drilling holes. We've already had a run-in with the Bureau of Land Management; we dropped your name to two officials before their dumbasses got word to fuck off from the higher ups. We don't need more issues with the humans."

Alcina was over this day. 

She scrunched her face as she rubbed her forehead, "does anyone here smoke? I want a fucking cigarette."

"M'lady." Came a gruff voice from beside her not five seconds after. 

A large burley lycan with his arm outstretch held a crunched, half used pack of Marlboros and Alcina plucked one without pause. He flicked open his lighter and lit the end while she took a long, drawn out drag. Marlboros sucked but she wasn't about to be picky.

"Thank you," she sighed out the smoke, nodding in return to him, forcing her focus to the task at hand, "well... I suppose this means more work, more man hours, more dead ends, and less answers and more questions than we ever had to begin with. Does this sound about right?" she questioned flatly.

Everyone nodded.

"Wonderful!"

[koihanwrites]

Hii koi!! This request has been in my mind for days..so, can i please request kohaku x reader where the reader found a cat that just look like him (i know pink cats doesnt exist but lets just pretend it does:3) and the reader shows the cat to him? The rest is up to u :3. ORR.... (this req might be a lil strange.) a fic where the reader just like to pinch kohaku's cheeks. he's just so squishy i wanna bite his cheeks:3 thank you!

Prologue: You were helping Niki to buy ingredients for his new special recipe that he was hoping to work, while you two were going home you noticed a pink cat following you and Niki behind. Because of the cat's pink fur, you decided to take it home since it reminds you of your boyfriend Kohaku. ☄. *. ⋆

Kohaku x reader ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Gender-neutral reader 𓆩♡𓆪

Fluff + adorable Kohaku and cat bonding ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Requested? by anon 𓆩♡𓆪

Words: 916 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Warning?: None!

Pyon! Pyon! Koi here. Hello! I apologize for doing your request late, I was not having the mood to do requests that time but yay! I finally finished it. I did both of your requests in one posts since I find it so cute and perfect! This was really rushed since I had a sudden inspiration and I need to write it down before it ends. We also hit 500 likes yesterday! thank you all for the support, it means so so much to me. I love you all !!

Two Pink Guys..

The sun shines so brightly above you and Niki. You two just finished buying ingredients from the grocery shop for Niki's new special recipe. It was a desert that needed a lot of fruits. You and Niki were walking peacefully on the sidewalk when you noticed a pink cat following behind you. It was unusual to see a pink kitten roaming the busy streets; when you informed Niki about the kitten, he stopped and looked behind him. While doing so, Niki attempted to picture the kitten with a big smile on his face. The kitten suddenly began curling up on your foot, its tail gently waving.

"He seems to like you (Name)-san!" Niki teased before taking a video of the small cute animal curling on your foot, which he then stopped and started patting the kitten on his head. While the kitten was being gentle and kind to you, it reminded you of your boyfriend Kohaku, as well as a risky thought entered your mind as you stared at the kitten.

"I wanna take you home kitty!"

You gently trail your fingers on the back of the kitten, smiling ever so slightly when you hear it purr in amusement. Luckily you have a spare paper bag that you can safely put the kitten in, you did that and the small pink thing looked a bit startled by the sudden movement but then calmed down when you put him inside of the paper bag. You give him a sweet smile then tilt your head towards Niki.

Niki laughs after taking a small peek inside the paper bag. "The kitten looks so cute inside the paper bag!" He laughs again before picking up the grocery bags. "Are you sure you want to take that home? Kohaku would be so surprised!" Niki inquired, gesturing you to follow him. You gladly obliged and followed him with a smile on your lips, returning your gaze to the kitten and nodding.

"Of course! Kohaku will be surprised when he sees the kitten! It looks a lot like him!" you replied cheerfully, and Niki nodded in agreement. "Now that you mention it, it does look like Kohaku-kun" he replied as you both crossed a pedestrian lane. Before you left, you walked Niki home and gave him a thumbs up as a good luck for his special recipe before you went home too. Once you arrived at your home, you took a small peak at the kitten who was now curiously looking around the paper bag, a giggle escaped your mouth and poke the kitten's head gently.

You then open the door creating a small squeak from it, you remove your shoes then place them properly on the shoe stand. After that you heard a slight noise coming from the paper bag, you tilted your head to your right and saw that the cat was out of the bag. It was now walking towards the living room where you saw a familiar pink-head sleeping on the couch, his sleeping figure covered by your blanket. Your heart almost melted at the scene and let out a giggle of amusement, you carefully crouched down to pick up the kitten and put it on top of Kohaku's chest.

The sudden heaviness in Kohaku's chest jolted him awake, and he opened his eyes to be met by the kitten's eyes staring back at him. Kohaku's eyes widen slightly as he notices the kitten and cautiously rises from his position then sat on the couch, the kitten now sitting on his lap. Kohaku's eyes wandered around the room before coming to a halt when he heard faint laughter behind the closed door. "(Name)? is this some kind of prank?" the pink-headed boy crossed his arm, but his gaze softened when he noticed the kitten purring slightly on his lap.

You walk out of your hiding spot and look at the two pink guys interacting with each other, Kohaku was patting the cat with his hand with a mixed up expression. You carefully sat beside him with a smile on your lips. "That was a way to wake you up" you teased, giggling slightly as the kitten slowly made its way to your lap. "He looks fairly like you so I brought him home.." you let out a small laugh and pat the pink-furred kitten who appears to be more comfortable with you. "You're not wrong, the pink fur he has is almost the same color as mine-"

You carefully pick up the kitten and place it close to Kohaku's cheeks; the kitten curiously licks his cheeks, causing him to blush instantly. His cheeks had turned a light red, making it impossible not to pinch them. You placed the kitten on Kohaku's lap and began pinching both of his cheeks with your hands, a smirk on your lips. "(N-name)! That was unexpected.." He said, slightly flustered, his cheeks turning redder by the second. "Your cheeks are just so squishy! I just want to bite it!" you teased as you giggled and gently pinched his cheeks.

Kohaku gave up and let you gently pinch his cheeks; you then kissed him on the cheek to tease him even more, and you got the reaction you wanted. As the kitten peacefully lays on Kohaku's lap, ignoring both you and Kohaku's antics, your laughter and his denials begin to fill the air. Who knows, maybe this will be a day to remember. Perhaps you can use this day in the future to tease Kohaku.

...

The end..... ✩

[lunarsun12]

Handini Great Escape

Masterlist

Han is enjoying his freedom, finally not having to see walls. What he didn’t think about it is that his Eomma had cancelled his card. Therefore Han to resort to him begging on the street for food, as he can’t go starving.

Meanwhile the parents are on lockdown on all for children. Which lead to some grumbles with the kids.

Surely letting Han outside the house…nothing to go wrong right?

A week since Han great escape…

SKZ Kids Chat

Felix☀️: Han? When are you coming home? Appa and Eomma is about to send a search party

Seungmin🐶: You better be back! They put all us in lockdown until you return!

Hyunjin🕺: My life is at it end! How can I ever live to see the sunlight

I.N🦊: I don’t see the problem here, you all should have followed me when I said follow

Seungmin🐶: I can’t believe, I am saying this staying at Binnie house is better than being trapped

Changbin🙄: SCREENSHOT! I will forever frame it in my room ❤️

Hyunjin🕺: Binnie using a heart emoji gross!

Han🐿️: Sorry guys! I can’t return! I have the opportunity to be free! I even bought ice cream!

Felix☀️: Hyungggg! Can you just negotiate with them…well at least Appa

I.N🦊: I still don’t understand why they won’t let Han Hyung outside

After IN has said that, he heard from the TV in Binnie living room. That Han was on the news for harassing people on the street to give him food and as well disturbing the neighbours.

Changbin🙄: Your question has been answered

Whilist the kid has been busy complaining about the lockdown. Chan and Lee Know where frantically trying to pinpoint Han location

Bangchan: Minho? Have you tracked him down?

Lee Know gave a side eye: Does it look like, I did. He is everywhere, it is impossible to track him down!

Lee Know: This is why, we shouldn’t let him wonder outside his room CAUSE someone was too soft on him and let him out!

Bangchan: He was about to bite me! I still had scars from the last time he did it!

Lee Know rolled his eyes: When I get my hands on him, I will make sure he stays here for good

Many many hours later, Chan and Lee Know found Han. He was near the han river fishing and he fell asleep next thing he woke up, he was back in his room.

Back at SKZ Family Chat

Han🐿️: Who sussed me out! I knew Appa and ESPECIALLY Eomma doesn’t go there! Who did it!!

Hyunjin🕺: OMG! He is back now oldies lift the stupid ban. So I can go blow you ban- I mean help the poor

Seungmin🐶: What! He is already back! I plotted my escape so I can go to Binnie’s. This is too much effort!

Changbin🙄: Awww you made effort to see me! I treat you and Innie to some chicken!

Seungmin🐶: I’m here to see Innie not you! Great I have to take the bus again after I collect Innie

I.N🦊: Can we leave after, Binnie treats us for chickens! He never shares his food!

Felix☀️: Maybe they found you on their own. We have brother code here!

Hyunjin🕺: We have brother code? I definitely didn’t agree to that

Seungmin🐶: It was all thanks to Han idea. To make hyunjin sign when he was asleep

Han🐿️: IM GONNA BREAK THIS DOOR OPEN!

Bangchan🐺: Hold on! Let’s calm down, you know well why you can’t go outside…

Han🐿️: I was making friends as someone cancelled my card!

Lee Know🐰: Hey! It was precautionary! I don’t want to be broke

Changbin🙄: You should worry about hyunjin…Han is the least of you worries!

Bangchan🐺: Minho? What did I say when it happens again! We don’t starve children!

I.N🦊: So Eomma lost his temper and basically put Han on the news for harassing people

Bangchan🐺: He was on the news!?

Felix☀️: Innie, we made promise not to tell Eomma and Appa that part

I.N🦊: They gotta know it sooner or later

Lee Know🐰: You idiots! Your dumb Appa just smashed my cat tree!

Lee Know🐰: This is coming out of your allowance

Seungmin🐶: I think staying at Binnie’s house longer seems like a good idea now…

[switchygigglee]

Mental Health Checkup

Yippee!! My first fanfic!!!! Please go easy on me y’all. It’s my first time writing so bear with me.

Yonny sat in his lab, surrounded by the usual assortment of his assortment of medical equipment. It was another successful day of looking for sparklium for the ship and rescuing and healing castaways. He smiled at the thought of being halfway there to rescuing Captain Olimar.

Approaching footsteps interrupted his thoughts. He looks up and sees Dingo walking in, bringing along a look of depression on his face. “Hey Yon,” he muttered. Yonny looks up, noticing Dingo's demeanor. He frowns, clearly concerned. “Hey there, everything alright?" He asks him. “I dunno Yon, everything I do, the rookie does better.” The ranger complains. Yonny sighs, feeling for him. "Ah, I see. Feeling a little overshadowed by the new blood, huh?” Dingo grumbled in approval.“Why are they getting all the respect when I should be up there with them?” He asked. Yonny shrugs. He clearly understands where Dingo is coming from. They have known each other since they were kids after all. "It's hard when someone new shows up and starts taking the spotlight. But just because the new blood is doing well doesn't mean you're not good too. You're still our reliable Lone Wolf, remember?" Dingo lightly chuckles at the name. “I know…” There’s a long pause of silence until an idea struck the doctor.

He grinned playfully. “Yon, what are you up to?” Dingo asks suspiciously. “Ehehehe that reminds me, as long as you’re here, I would like to do a mental health checkup on you.” “Mental health checkup? Yon, y’know I don’t need one.” Dingo protested. “No buts!” Said the doctor, whose grin was as big as a cheshire cat’s. “It’s now a requirement. Now, keep your arms out as if you’re in t position. I promise I won’t bite.” Dingo groaned and skeptically complied, preparing for the worst. Yonny began to gently feel around, his arms and ribcage which causes Dingo to stiffen up. Yonny grinned, this was gonna be fun.

Yonny, ready to cause chaos, dug his fingers into Dingo’s ribs. “SNRK!” Yonny's eyebrows raised in surprise as he heard Dingo involuntarily react. His grin grew wider. “Well, well, what's this? Is the tough, lone wolf ticklish?" He asked innocently. “W-what? No! That’s stupid!” Yonny laughs, the sly smiler growing wider by the minute. "Oh, come now, you can't fool me. I can tell when someone's ticklish. And you, my childhood friend, are very, very ticklish." “No I’m not! That w-was a particularly sensitive spot!” Dingo tries to lie but Yonny, grinning widely, already sees through it. Yonny knew right away the difference between a sensitive spot and a ticklish one. He kept going. “Oh, I see. A 'painful spot,' huh? Let me take a closer look." He gently resumes feeling around Dingo's ribcage, deliberately touching the spot that had triggered the reaction before.

Dingo’s breath hitched. He felt like a balloon about to burst. Why did Yonny have to be such a menace? His fingers gently drummed the area, which to Dingo felt like torture. Yonny's grin widens even more at Dingo's reaction. He could the poor ranger was struggling to hold back laughter, and it was just too tempting not to keep going. “You know, it's okay to admit it. I won't judge you. Just admit you're ticklish. Go on." He says, keeping up the gentle, tormenting drum of his fingers across the ticklish area. “Pfft N-nope. N-not. *snicker* ticklish!” Dingo protested. “Are you sure?” Yonny giggles.

Yonny knew Dingo couldn’t hold it in. So instead his fingers creeped their way into the hollows of Dingo’s bare underarms. “P His underarms were the number 1 ticklish spot on him. Yonny laughs victoriously as Dingo finally lets loose a burst of uncontrollable laughter. The sound of it only encourages him to keep going. He moves back to his ribs, increasing the speed and pressure of the drum of his fingers against Dingo's ribs, intent on getting more giggles out of him. "Yep, you're still ticklish!" “STAHP! STAHAHAHAP!!” Dingo begged his childhood friend. Yonny laughs again at Dingo's pleading. He loves seeing his friend squirm and giggle like this, and he's not about to stop just yet. "Oh, come on! Is the big, tough Lone Wolf really begging me to stop? That doesn't seem like the strong, cockiness you I know." He teases as he continues tickling, paying special attention to the most sensitive areas on Dingo's ribcage. Dingo howled wildly with laughter as Yonny gently tickled. Yonny chuckles and smiles widely at the sound of Dingo's howling laughter. He loves the way his friend's stoic facade melts away when he's being tickled, and it only makes him want to continue even more. "Oh, you're so cute like this, all giggly and helpless. Who knew the ranger of the Rescue Corps had such a vulnerable side?" He says, moving his fingers down to the more sensitive spots on Dingo's sides. Dingo shrieked and stamped his foot. The tickling and Yonny’s teasing became downright unbearable for him. Yonny’s fingers were light like feathers. “YON!!” Dingo pleaded as he tried to pry Yonny’s hands away from his ribs. “Poor Dingo, I’m barely touching you and yet this drives you crazy!” “NOHOHOHOHO YON! IT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUHUCH!!!”

After what seemed like a good five minutes. Yonny finally lets up, leaving a very exhausted Dingo to collapse. “And we’re done! Now that wasn’t so bad huh?” Yonny chuckled. “I… *huff* you are *exhale* the worst!* “Aw, I try.” The doctor chirped happily. When Dingo was able to find the strength to stand, he looked at the cheeky doctor with an embarrassed stare. Yonny could only laugh. “Well, laughter is the best medicine after all.” “Shut up…” Dingo grumbled as he embarrassingly left the lab. “Let me know if you need another health checkup!” Said Yonny, causing Dingo to blush furiously. Yonny chuckled in response and eagerly went back to his work.

As Dingo left the lab. He carefully processed of what went down. He found himself smiling. Maybe he needed that checkup after all.

To Be Continued…?

[everythingsinred]

Natsume Is a Cat (pt. 3)

If anyone is looking at this nonsense... thanks. Isn't the world golden on our side of things? Let's get back to it, to our academic and scholarly research!

Where were we? Onto cats likes and dislikes?

Cats don't much like water. They don't care for swimming and avoid it when possible (that doesn't mean they're dirty though; cats are very good at self-grooming).

Water bugs them, after all.

But the dark doesn't! Cats have a tapetum lucidum in their eyes which lets them see in the dark, so there's nothing to fear even in total darkness.

They tend to underestimate their weight and enjoy sitting on chests if they so choose, even if the person they're sitting on doesn't like it as much.

I had to include this because my cat Phoebe does this to me every night.

But they don't really like going places. They would prefer to do nothing.

You can try to make them, but they revert back to inaction. Always.

Natsume does nothing all the time. It's his favorite thing to do.

Cats also typically dislike when they're introduced to a new cat in their home. Especially at first, they might be cruel to the new cat, but in time, they might get attached.

Cats do this often. They look at you, spot your interest, and then run, for the sole purpose of making you chase them. They do this on purpose. They like the chase. They will stop and let you pet them eventually but they need to play the game first. I'm not making this up. This is true.

And to wrap things up, I will conclude with pages I had in my folder with unclear captions that I saved too long ago and now no longer remember where I was going with them.

Titled, "catlike". I agree, but I can't explain it.

Titled, "gives cat vibes." Don't know what that's supposed to mean. He does look like a black cat here though.

Titled, "hes a cat i can tell". Very unhelpful to me. I guess it's just a vibe?

"hes a cat what do u want me to say" Well, past!Anya, I want you to say specifically where you were going with this. But I'll bite. He does seem like a cat here.

"omg just like a cat". Have no idea if this is about what Aoi is saying (misunderstood and thought of as scary, like a cat) or Natsume in the background doing fuck all. Maybe both. Either way, I agree.

And to finally finish off, let's discuss the fact that the person he gets along best with is Ruka, who has the animal pheromone alice. Unlike literally every other person on the planet, Natsume has never been angry at Ruka. He loves Ruka. He always loved Ruka. Natsume is a cat.

(This is clearly a joke. Natsume is not nice to Ruka because he's under the affect of animal pheromones. Because Natsume is a human being. But it's a funny joke. Their friendship is very clearly authentic and beautiful. Natsume is kind to Ruka because Ruka is perfect and has never done anything wrong ever, in his life.)

BONUS

Not related to cat stuff, but this one was funny:

"AND HERE COMES NATSUME WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!"

Okay I'm done now! Thanks so much for reading this silly nonsense rambling. It was fun to put together and I hope it was a fun read too! Have a great day/night. I'm very tired and this took longer than I thought it would, so I'm going to sleep. Love y'all <3

Also, in case y'all missed the first two parts, they are as follows:

Part 1. or Part 2.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 14th

Happy Sunday, y’all! I’m busy painting this weekend and packing for next week so there’s not a ton on this week’s list, but--enjoy what I’ve got. And be sure to leave your authors a comment or kudos!! 

Cold Space, Warm Welcome by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony’s spent a couple of years flying around the galaxy in his best friend Rhodey’s spaceship the Iron Advance, doing what could perhaps be counted as ‘hero’ work. Among their allies is Steve Rogers, captain of his own crew, with whom Tony has a… potentially friendly relationship.

When Steve’s ship is irreparably damaged, Rhodey takes him and his whole crew onto the Iron Advance to recover. Tony’s not at all nervous about this, because so what if this is the first time Steve will see him without the Iron Man armor?

🙀 ➡ �� ➡ 😽 by Anaxandria, BladeoftheNebula

Tony puts up a "Missing Cat" sign and not only 1) gets his cat back, but 2) meets a cute guy named Steve who keeps refusing the reward.

A story told in texts, voicemail transcriptions, and, of course, an overuse of emojis.

nobody saves me, baby (the way you do) by Capstiddies, meidui

“You’re a firefighter.”

“You’re—half naked.”

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Steve fights fires and rescues kittens for a living these days because of course he does; of course that man doesn’t know how to properly retire. So now Steve has his firefighting career and Tony has a new complication in his long, winding relationship with Steve after parting ways without so much as a handshake.

And They Were Roommates (And A Little Bit More) by MayBiTheWay

Steve Rogers had plenty of LGBTQ+ friends, he loved and supported each and every one of them. But why did he wanna throw up whenever his roommate Tony Stark kissed a boy in front of him. He couldn't possibly be homophobic could he?

OR

How Steve was so oblivious to his own feelings, he considered the fact that he was homophobic before thinking he could have feelings for Tony.

You Made Your Mark on Me by iam93percentstardust

They’re giving one of the final interviews before the film releases, and the topic of discussion should be the film itself—the filming process, the famed explosive fights between Tony and his costar, how much they enjoyed working with the director—but instead all the attention is on the brand-new, already-silvered mating bite on Tony’s neck that definitely wasn’t there at the interview he gave the previous night.

Oops, My Mistake. by shaggybeetle

Wednesdays are tony's favourite days, a massage from his therapist and a good dicking form his Boyfriend. Condoms keep things clean with Steve but in the shower, somehing snaps and a mess is made.

with each downpour we discover what it takes by Rowantreeisme

Tony's turned into a mer-person. It's a bad time for all involved.

(Turns out, being underwater is not at all fun for him, even if that's the only way he can breathe)

i'll be by your side (when you cry, cry, cry). by frostfall

The first thing he notices when he wakes is there’s a ring on Tony’s ring finger.

There’s a fucking ring on Tony’s ring finger.

Oh, Steve thinks numbly. I missed my chance. Again.

With that thought in mind, he bursts into tears.

(In which Steve goes through a rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts, Tony tries to comfort, and Sam finds the whole thing both frustrating and hilarious.)

It's Only Sex by madeitsimple

Sure, he’s a little out of practice, but casual sex is like riding a bike as far as Tony’s concerned. Once you get good at it, it never really leaves you.

Just Because by iam93percentstardust

Tony blinks twice, shakes his head a little just to clear it, and then asks, “Uh, not that that wasn’t nice—because it was! A+ hugging effort there—but what was that for?”

Steve shrugs, cheeks a little pink. “You just seemed like you needed one.”

OR: Tony needs a hug. Steve gives him one.

Start as You Mean to Go On by BlackEyedGirl

Tony gets that the others think this is an ego thing - the way he can’t resist pushing Steve’s buttons. Honest-to-God, the guy just bugs him. Mostly because Steve is distractingly perfect, but a little bit because of the family history.

[setagaya-division]

As the sun had set on the city of Setagaya, night had risen, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the bustling city, especially on a house where a certain birthday boy resides.

Elliot Shimizu thanked his sister, Mina, after carrying the abundance of presents that were found on their porch when the sibling trio came back from their little outing to celebrate the bespectacled male's day of birth.

After bidding her goodbye (Mina had to drag Yorii away by the ear, the idol whining about how he wanted to see what Elliot had received), Elliot closed his door and turned to the gifts waiting for him on his bed, there was one that came in blue, purple, and green. He decided to open the purple one first.

Inside the purple gift revealed to be...

...a star projector and...

...cat...lollipops?? Oh, these were cat treats! Along with the wildly contrasting gifts came with a letter.

'Hey kiddo!

Happy Birthday! It's been a while since we've last seen each other but I heard it was your birthday and I wanted to get you something as thanks for treating my mom's cat. Keep doing the good work, lil dude! Have a super awesome birthday!

- Joey Kurusu'

Opening the green gift revealed to be...

...a plate of fudge treats, this one also came with a note (with barely eligible handwriting).

'Stag

Happy birthday. Hope no one bully you. If did. Tell me. I take care of them. I made treats. Using sap. Enjoy. Hunter says hello.

- Max'

Inside the last gift, the blue one, revealed to be...

...A beautifully made necklace with a tree like design as well as...

...an expertly crafted portrait of himself.

There was a card along with the gifts, which read.

'Happy Birthday, Elliot.

Sorry I couldn't deliver in person, around this time is where commissions are at an all time high but I didn't forget about you. The necklace reminded me of you, you have a calming presence yet hidden strength much like a tree at full growth, is that a weird thing to say? Sorry, but I hope you like the portrait I made of you, not to be super creepy but you have a beautiful candidness to you that I couldn't help but capture it. I really hope I did you justice. Happy birthday again.

- Kureha'

Happy Birthday Elliot! 💚

The evening in Setagaya was a symphony of celebration for Elliot, with each gift unwrapped adding a new note to the melody. The star projector from Joey cast a celestial glow across his room, along with the cat lollipops (which Yuki, his pet cat, was currently indulging in one, sucking and biting on it, happily) the fudge treats from Max offered a sweet sap-infused indulgence, and now, the final gift from Kureha awaited his attention.

As he peeled back the blue wrapping, a necklace with a tree-like design emerged, its branches symbolizing the strength and serenity that Kureha saw in him. Alongside it, a portrait so expertly crafted, it captured the essence of Elliot’s candid nature. His cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as he read Kureha's card, her words touching a chord deep within him.

"Sorry I couldn’t deliver in person," the card read, "but I didn't forget about you." Elliot's heart raced, his fingers tracing the lines of the portrait, feeling as if Kureha's presence lingered in the brushstrokes. The necklace, a testament to his growth, felt heavy with meaning as he held it in his hands.

"She really sees me," he thought, the realization both exhilarating and daunting. Overwhelmed by the intimacy of the gift, Elliot felt his heart begin to pump relentlessly, almost causing him to faint. Managing to steel himself, he felt the need to escape to the cool night air. He stepped outside, the breeze a welcome reprieve as he tried to steady his racing heart.

In the quiet of the night, with the stars above and the soft whisper of the wind, Elliot allowed himself to revel in the joy of the day. The gifts from his friends, each unique and thoughtful, were more than just objects; they were affirmations of his place in their lives. And as he returned inside, the necklace around his neck and the portrait in his room, Elliot knew this birthday would be one he’d cherish forever.

Elliot glanced at the portrait again as he stepped back inside, Kureha's talent evident in every stroke. The way she had captured his likeness, the subtle nuances of his expression, it was as if she had seen into his very soul. It was a vulnerable feeling, being seen so clearly, and yet it filled him with a sense of pride. To be understood by someone he admired so deeply was a gift in itself.

With a deep breath, Elliot gathered his composure. He would need to thank Kureha properly, to express how much her gift meant to him. But for now, he would bask in the quiet joy of the moment, surrounded by the tokens of affection from those who mattered most.