#nesting in my roof. loud. go away

[the-dot]

this fuckijgn BIRD is KILLING ME

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Sorry that I've been gone for a bit! School has been a bitch and I couldn't really think of any ideas :( But I'm gonna try to come back since I already have a few ideas in mind (as well as my drafts)

(P.S. this was inspired by ScribbleMama's Clara and Kree (you can find them only on youtube as far as I know))

WARNING: Soft yandere behaviour, male reader intended, co-depended like behaviour

It's Your Golden Hour

"You've healed the hurt inside me. Now, I will protect you from those hurts."

Moving to an old cabin, surrounded by the forest, was a long time coming. Surprisingly. Almost everyone in your family had left their city to move to a small town, disconnected from most of the human population. Either it being money problems or some breakdown because of the uncertainty of who they were—it all led to them moving.

Now it was your turn.

Arriving at the small town—if it could even be called that with how little people it held—you were greeted with smiling, welcoming faces and small treats from the elders. The people helped you get your things inside the old, but stable cabin, but didn't stick around. Which was probably for the best.

You spent the day putting things away and finding their place in your home. Yet, even after so many things found their homes, there were just as many boxes full of even more things.

That's tomorrow's problem.

So, with a tired, aching body and dull mind, you went to bed. Sleeping soundly before a rhythmic tapping awoke you.

Yan Harpy, who saw you when you first arrived and immediately knew he found the one. It's an old tale, one as old as the trees surrounding the half-bird/half-man creature. But it states that after meeting for the first time with your destiny, you will know in a lights flicker.

Yan Harpy, who spent the day preening and grooming himself so you wouldn't think he was some slob. Even surveying the forest for something to bring as the first gift (he settled on a handful of pine tree branches)

Yan Harpy, who was startled when you didn't welcome him with open arms, but loud screams and wacking. He spent so long preening himself! Was it not satisfactory??

Yan Harpy, who sulked for two days before coming up with a brilliant idea

Yan Harpy, who built his nest on your roof

Yan Harpy, who secretly (aka you know he's were very well) to make sure you don't get hurt

Yan Harpy, who brings you every find from the forest. Leaving it on your front door step and cawing when you come to pick it up so you know who gifted it (it's always him)

Yan Harpy, who soon starts to get closer. Not flying up to his nest after leaving his gift of the day, walking next to you when adventuring through the forest and even joining you in your back garden, where you take care of your crops

Yan Harpy, who, as it comes closer and closer to winter time, gets sadder and sadder. Harpies who don't have a secure, warm nest (which is practically just a larger version of a bird box) leave east to escape the cold. Even as a crow harpy, he couldn't stay the winter. He doesn't want to leave you, afraid that you would find a mate or move somewhere where he could never find you

Yan Harpy, who's filled with those types of thoughts. Each thought making him more depressed as the minutes ticked by

Yan Harpy, who was ecstatic when you offered for him to stay with you. He could stay! But not only that, you invited him into your nest. Your private space. He felt like he was going to faint

Yan Harpy, who built a nest made out of blankets and pillows in your bedroom (there is only one bedroom in the cabin). It was big enough for two people, which meant he would sit down inside it and pat it happily. Inviting you to sit beside him

Yan Harpy, who gets embarrassed by how quickly his winter coat grew in. It made him look like a puffball! That wasn't what he wanted!! He wanted to look distinguished for you...wait...you like it? Well... he guesses it isn't so bad

Yan Harpy, who is like a person heater, seeing as he runs hotter than humans (perfect for cuddling as the weather gets cooler)

Yan Harpy, who, you quickly learn, doesn't really have a name. Most harpies call themselves by their titles in their main family. And seeing as he's the youngest, that was what he was mainly called

Yan Harpy, who spends evenings going through baby name books, trying to find the perfect one (he picked out Circe. What a coincidence.)

Yan Harpy, who growls when anyone approaches you or the house. It doesn't matter if the person is married, single, old, young—he doesn't like them coming near his mate (except for little kids)

Yan Harpy, who, when jealous, just gets clingy and needy. He won't fight or yell. All he can do is think of all the ways he isn't good enough. His feathers aren't soft and neat enough, he isn't strong enough, he isn't a good provider. You'd have to spend a day or week (depending how jealous he feels) cuddling and assuring him that he's perfect the way he is

Yan Harpy, who slept in your bed for the first time during a particularly cold night. It was cold enough that even Circe was shivering. So, you invited him into your bed so both of you could get a night's rest without freezing to death

Yan Harpy, who adores spring. Yes, the shedding it... hectic. But seeing everything bloom once more, gaining back its vibrancy—oh, it makes him want to sing!

Yan Harpy, who let's you use his feathers as stuffing for pillows

Yan Harpy, who loves to hold you to his chest. Feeling your back press against his front makes him feel like time slows down.

Yan Harpy, who preens you every day. Let him brush your hair; he's begging you! On his hands and knees, begging

Yan Harpy, who speaks in chirps, caws and body language, but after some time learnt sign language to communicate better with your

Yan Harpy, who will be your mate forever. He will keep you warm and happy. Just pick take the mating feather and he'll be fully yours. Only yours.

[illyrian-lady-of-the-night]

Monster Trio Preferences- Where they like to kiss you

I got carried away with Zoro's sorry i'm not sorry. Not edited

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Luffy loves to kiss your nose. His favorite thing to do is catch you by suprise because it makes you laugh everytime.

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You sit at the table waiting for lunch talking to Sanji. The door slams open hitting the wall and your captain walks in.

"God dammit Luffy your going to put a hole in my wall," Sanji said clearly irritated. "And I told you I'd come get you when lunch was ready," Luffy ignored him and kept his eyes on you. Before you could ask him what he wanted Luffy sprints full speed up to you, grabbing your face he turns your head and places a gental kiss on your nose. You giggle giving him a playful shove, "Geez Cap I thought something was wrong,"

Luffy wraps his arms around your shoulders and looks at Sanji. "I'm not here for food i'm here for (Y/N)"

He picks you up and brings you to the figure head where you both sit and Luffy talks about his day. You chime in now and then but when Luffy is on a roll, to catch him off guard you kiss him on the nose. He stops mid sentence surprised at your action.

“Hey that’s my job he says’” kissing you back. This goes on for a while you two going back and forth kissing each others noses.

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“How long do you think they will do that for” Nami asks Usopp who is standing next her.

“Probably until one headbutts the other on accident,”

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RORONOA ZORO

Zoro's favorite place to kiss you is the top of your head. He loves how small you are compared to him and he likes to smell your hair, but he'd rather land on his own sword then tell you that.

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Living on the 1000 Sunny was always fun, the boys were loud and something was always happening. Today however your anxiety was through the roof and you just wanted piece and quiet and to be alone. You tried to hide in the girls dorm but Nami was practicing with her Clima-tact. You went to the baths to try and relax, but Brooke was in there practicing his singing because 'it has the best accoustics on board.' All you wanted was Zoro but he was training in the crows nest and just looking up at made your stomach turn with anxiety.

Sighing you go to Chopper, knocking before you enter his office. "Come in," Opening the door you feel your shoulders relax seeing that he was the only one there. Chopper smile fell as he saw you, knowing something was wrong as you didn't great him as your normal cheery self.

"Hey Chopper," you say laying down on the bed "Do you have anything for anxiety?"

Chopper's face lightens when he understands what going on. He smiles softly going over to his cabniet. He pulls out different herbs and starts to use his mortar and pestle.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks quietly making sure not to be too loud. You look at your hands in your lap holding them together so they don't shake. There's nothing to talk about, you've been anxious all your life living fine with it. However today was the worst you've felt in months.

"I just woke up with this weight on my chest and a pit in my stomach and nothing has help," you say tearing up. "And all I want is my Roro but I look at the crows nest and want to throw up,"

You let the tears fall not worrying about Chopper seeing you he's seen you worse. He walks over to you handing a steaming cup of tea.

"Lavender, Chamomile, and Valerian for your anxiety it also might make you sleepy, do you want me to go get Zoro for you?" Chopper asked, there was a reason why everyone loved the doctor he would do anything to make you feel better physically and mentally.

You nod staring into your tea. "Thank you Chopper,"

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Zoro walked into the office his presence taking up room. When you see him you immediatly bawl from all of the emotions in your system. He rushes over to you not noticing Chopper shut the door to give you guys privacy.

"Hey, hey doll what's going on," Zoro says softly wrapping his sweaty body around you kissing the crown of your head. You tell him about how you felt waking up and your search for your own space all day. How when ever you looked at the crows nest you were nauseas.

"And all I wanted was you, but it's ok I have you now," you say sniffly. Zoro kisses your head agin resting his lips there for a moment. He stands up taking you with him.

"What are you doing?" you ask him as you plant your feet on the floor your face in his chest.

"Chopper said that you need deep presure for anxiety," Zoro said in a matter of fact tone wrapping his arms around you holding you tight. "And I can kiss the top of your head this way," he says breathing in your shampoo.

VINSMOKE SANJI

Sanji's favorite place to kiss you is your pussy neck. He loves when you try and squirm saying his name in a giggle.

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Sanji had been making dinner for hours and for a good reason it was your birthday and you only deserved the best. When he asked you what you wanted to eat for dinner your request was anything but simple sea king sushi.

Luffy and Usopp have been fishing all day waiting for one that was Sanji aprove. Once they had caught one that had a good meat to fat ratio Zoro cut it into managable pieces. Now Sanji was locked by himself in the kitchen with a 'Screw Off' sign on the door.

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You were anything but lonely partying with the crew but you still missed Sanji, maybe you should have chosen something diffent. You should've known Sanji would put 110% into anything he does for you.

You lean back in your chair by the fire Usopp had started, the sun was setting on the horizon it was beautiful. Letting out a content sigh you take a drink your sake.

Suddenly you feel the tickle of Sanji's stubble on your neck before he kisses you. Scrunching up your shoulder you let out a giggle.

"Sanji your back," A smile spreads across your face.

“(Y/N)-swan I will always come back you don’t have to worry,” he said kissed you ok the other side of your neck.

Sanji stood up clearing his throat. “Now who’s hungry,”

Before he could finish what he was saying Luffy’s arms were on the inside of the door frame ready to launch himself into the kitchen, Zoro, Sanji, and Frankie had to hold him back so you could sit down first.

[usedtobecooler]

dropping monday 14/08…

this must be the place

eddie munson x steve harrington x afab!reader

summary: the summer of 1985 is only just beginning when a trip to scoops ahoy! unlocks some deeply hidden feelings you have swirling in your stomach for steve harrington. eddie munson won't let you live it down, and maybe that’s due to his own feelings too, but a chance encounter on a hot night at lovers lake sends you all down a rabbit hole you could never of prepared for.

content warnings: 18+ only minors dni, sexual content (threesome, piv sex, oral sex, dirty talk, van sex), porn with plot, eddie and reader are fwbs with feelings, gentle bullying and banter, eddie is canonically queer, mentions of past king!steve, brief homophobia mentions, a heartfelt conversation. feelings are felt on all three sides, if you don't like it look away <3 reader isn't explicitly described as alt/goth but it's implied.

sneak peek below the cut

You watch curiously as the Harrington charm working it’s magic right in front of your very eyes, Steve steps in close to Linda, brushes a loose curl back — Jesus Christ, why was that doing something for you — and says something you can’t make out, but it’s enough to have Linda blushing and pulling nervously on the hem of her denim shorts.

Why were you jealous?

The telltale noise of an obnoxiously loud horn beeping lets you — and probably the entire neighbourhood — know Eddie had arrived to pick you up, snapping you completely out of your daydream. Your lips curl up into a smirk when both Linda and Steve jump ten feet at the sound, Steve rolling his eyes and scoffing.

What a bitch.

Eddie catches you looking from your window and lets out an obnoxious laugh, grinning up at you with his annoyingly perfect teeth. You wanted to punch him, maybe, but Friday nights were for one thing and one thing only, and that was getting high at Lovers Lake in the flatbed of the van.

So it’d have to wait until you didn’t need him for the weed or the ride.

Summer meant the pretty sunset as a backdrop whilst you smoked the day's events away — it somehow made everything that little bit more relaxing, watching the swirls of orange, pink and purple melt together as your brain fogged with the drugs, a nice settling in your tummy as your high took over.

It was second only to the heavy September rain that you loved so much, you found yourself yearning for it all year around. The loud patter of the large droplets clinking on the tin roof of Eddie’s van, buried under a nest of blankets to keep the cool chill off your arms and legs. Eddie’s hot breath fanning over your neck as he kissed it, chest heavy against your back. Warm, solid and comforting.

Maybe you were in love with him, or maybe you weren’t. You didn’t want to think too much about that.

You glide out of the house as quietly as you can muster, not wanting to arouse suspicion about where you were going. Even in your twenties, your parents would still have a few choice words for you in regards to Eddie Munson, and you were in no mood for the lecture. You’d heard it too many times in the years you’d known him, since fifth grade when he pushed you in the playground and you pulled his hair in retaliation.

From that moment on you were inseparable, to the dismay of your parents.

You’re aware of two other sets of eyes watching you from across the street as you bounce down the driveway, all smiles as excitement thrums through your entire body. Eddie’s maybe looking at you like you hung the fucking moon or something, but that’s probably to do with the fact you’re wearing his shirt and looking the epitome of hot.

Okay, maybe you had a complex.

“So that’s where my shirt went,” Eddie hums, giving you an appreciative once-over as you wrench the passenger door open with a horrific sounding crunch of metal, “looks better on you, I’ve gotta say.”

You clamber into the van with a huff, laughter spilling into it, “Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to woo me, Munson. We’re gonna fuck anyway, don’t worry.”

Eddie laughs loud and so fucking obnoxious, as if for somebody else’s entertainment, and it does catch the attention of the lovebirds on the other side of the road. You look over just as Steve catches your eyes, and suddenly your chest feels kind of heavy as he stares at you with a kind of intensity that you can’t put a finger on.

“Take a fuckin’ picture, Harrington,” Eddie cackles, head basically out the fucking window and he’s grinning at them both, snapping you completely out of it, “that’s as close as you’re getting to her, count your lucky stars.”

Eddie and Steve weren’t friends. In fact quite the opposite. Steve and Tommy were miserable assholes for years, made Eddie’s life hell at any given turn unless they needed him for drugs.

You think back, and truthfully the turning point was during Junior year. Steve had tripped Eddie in the hall, called him ‘queer’. Eddie didn’t stand for that, sucker punched Steve right in the jaw, hard enough that his skull hit the locker adjacent to him.

“That shit might hurt you when your daddy calls you it, but you’ve gotta do a lot worse than call me exactly what I am as an insult, Harrington.” Eddie had grinned, vicious and seething, as he watched Steve clutch desperately at his bruised jaw, wide eyed and hair askew from the force.

Steve never bothered Eddie again after that.

In fact, not long after, Steve never bothered anybody again. Maybe the knock to the head had quite literally knocked some sense into him, or something.

“You good?” Eddie’s voice, his large hand gripping your thigh knocks you back into reality, out of the daydream, and the grounding is enough to have your entire body melting into the simple touch.

[e-dubbc11]

Still?

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of guns and gunshot wounds, smexy imagination (f! Receiving oral), mentions of death, a few tears, smooches, alludes to sex

Word Count: 3.9K-ish

Summary: After a run in with a shapeshifter and the local police, you end up with a bullet wound that you can’t patch up yourself. You call your best friend that you haven’t seen in a couple of years and that you’ve been in love with since you were kids

A/N: Spoilers for anyone that’s never watched the show, or watched past season 5. This takes place a couple of years after the apocalypse and Sam goes into the cage with Lucifer and Dean shows up at Lisa’s door.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Your escape hadn’t been easy but you managed to get away and with only one bullet wound courtesy of the local police. Of course they didn’t believe you when you told them that the “person” they were tracking wasn’t you, it was only someone who looked exactly like you.

The shifter would have to wait, you needed this bullet out of your oblique muscle now but you weren’t going to be able to get it out by yourself and there was no way you could go to a hospital with your face plastered all over the news.

But you were alone without anyone to call. Well, that’s not exactly true, there was one person you could call but you did not want to see him. However, what other choice did you have?

After checking into a motel outside of town (they probably hadn’t seen the news yet), you texted him.

You awake? I need your help.

It was late so you were surprised to see the three dots immediately appear underneath your message.

On my way. Text me your location.

You gave him the address of the motel and he wrote back that he was about 40 minutes away so all you could do was sit and wait.

The sky had been in a vengeful mood all day and finally after a particularly loud crack of thunder, the sky split in half and you could hear the rain hammering against the roof and pelting the hoods of the cars outside your door.

Hoping it wouldn’t impede his arrival time, the incessant rainstorm dumped buckets of rain leaving massive puddles in the parking lot and the runoff water sounded like a waterfall falling into the storm drain.

After you sent the text, he was all you could think about…Dean Winchester. He was your childhood friend, fellow hunter and the man who’s had your heart ever since you were kids…although he didn’t know it.

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You met Dean, his brother Sam, and their father John when you were 12. Dean was 14 and Sam was 10. You and your mother were crashing at Bobby’s for a couple of days after a particularly draining hunt for a vampire nest.

The only familiar voice coming from downstairs was Bobby’s, but there were also three others so you decided to investigate while your mother was still sleeping off your first big kill.

Creeping down the stairs, you tried to make as little noise as possible and as you peered around the corner, the cutest boy you had ever seen was directly in your line of sight.

He was wearing a brown leather jacket, had light brown hair, eyes the color of summer grass, and a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. Immediately, your heart started beating faster and you felt flutters in your stomach. You were smitten.

Suddenly, the stairs creaked underneath your feet, they all turned and saw you standing there staring at all of them with a nervous smile on your face. Your heart was beating even faster now, heat rushed to your cheeks, and the palms of your hands became very warm.

You remembered you had just gotten out of bed after a long nap so you nervously and absentmindedly started to smooth your hair and adjust your clothes while averting your gaze from Dean to your Henley shirt and jeans.

“Well look who’s awake. C’mere, sweetie, I’d like you to meet some friends of mine.” Said Bobby.

Feeling your knees beginning to shake, you slowly walked over to them, and stopped next to Bobby. Your eyes darted back and forth from Bobby back to the Winchesters as you gave them a slight smile and wave.

“Y/n, these are the Winchesters. That’s John, Dean and Sam. Y/n and her mother are resting here for a couple of days after a vamp hunt.” Bobby stated.

Dean looked a little surprised to know that you were a hunter too but learned quickly after a few hunts together that your mother taught you well. Also, after meeting your mother, she and John went on to have a brief relationship. Sometimes, they left the three of you behind to go off on their own hunts so you got to know Dean and Sam very well.

It was just nice to have friends in a “profession” where you normally worked alone.

You helped them anytime they needed you to and they would do the same for you. The three of you had been through a lot together, losing the only parents you had left, helping them track down the yellow-eyed demon that killed their mother, and trying to help Sam get Dean out of the pit of hell.

As you grew into adults and while on hunts, there were plenty of shared motel rooms, literally being in tight spaces, listening to the water run while he was in the shower, wondering if there were eyes on the other side of the door as you changed clothes…your sexual feelings for Dean were growing stronger too and you had gathered up the courage to maybe finally tell him.

But then it all vanished like air from a popped balloon.

You weren’t there when it happened, you were off on a hunt of your own but Bobby told you about Sam getting locked in the cage with Lucifer. Knowing that Dean must be devastated, you tried to call but there was no answer. And the next time you called, a woman answered which prompted you to quickly hang up.

“I didn’t want this for ya, kid.” Bobby had said, trying to console you.

Fresh sobs escaped from your throat. “Why didn’t he come to me, Bobby?!! He’s my best friend and he went to someone else?! She doesn’t know him like I do! She doesn’t know the life!” You cried.

Bobby was like a father figure to you and he tried, he really did but he didn’t know what to do to try and make it better.

“I know, kiddo. I know.” Bobby said softly. “I got somethin’ to tell ya, though. We need your help.”

Confused by the term “we”, you swiped the tears away from your cheeks and heard the front door open. Sam walked in and they both explained everything that was going on, how they’re purposely leaving Dean out of it because he was happy living a normal life which just made you sad but you agreed to help hunt down a powerful group of djinn that was after the boys for killing one of their own awhile back.

They were closing in on Dean. They stalked him, caused him to hallucinate, see things that weren’t there which is when Sam and Bobby decided to pull Dean back into it and that was when you had to walk away. He was already on your mind all day every day but you couldn’t see him again. It hurt too much, he hurt you too much.

But the brothers were back together again, you were saving people and hunting things by yourself which probably wasn’t a great idea but you’ve hunted alone since your mother’s passing. Now, you’re stuck outside of a shit town and waiting for the best friend you haven’t seen in over two years to come and help you.

What were you going to say to him?

Well, you had about 20 minutes left to try and figure it out.

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You could hear the low growl of the Impala and as it grew closer, the growl became a rumble before it stopped completely when Dean turned off the engine. The room was completely quiet; you didn’t have the tv or the radio on as you sat at the kitchen table carefully listening to the drumming of the rain up above you and trying not to wince at the pain in your side from the bullet. Then you heard the signature door squeak as it slammed shut, followed by five loud raps against the motel room door.

“Sweetheart, are you in there? Open up!” Shouted Dean over the rain.

“Sweetheart?” You whispered to yourself. “He has a lot of damn nerve!”

Turning to face the door, you yelled out, “IT’S OPEN!”

Dean stormed through the door.

“Are you nuts?!!” He yelled, coldly.

“Jury’s out on that one, Winchester. Lock the door behind ya, will ya?” You replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

He glared at you. “Leavin’ the door unlocked, y/n…seriously, what is wrong with you?!”

You closed your eyes, shrugged and frowned in his direction.

“Alright…show me what happened. I heard your name all over the news…shapeshifter?” Asked Dean.

You nodded and showed him the wound on your back, right on the love handle.

“You sure the bullet didn’t come out?” Dean asked.

“Uh yeah, I think I would have noticed if I had another hole in front, Dean!!” You yelled through gritted teeth.

“Well you don’t have to yell at me! I’m here aren’t I? Actually, I’m surprised you texted me, Sam busy or somethin’?” He asked with a sly smile on his face.

“You know he’s working on something else so don’t play dumb with me Dean Winchester!” You hissed.

He was frustrating you to no end and he’s been there for five minutes.

“Get this bullet out of me now before I bleed out all over this floor!” You said.

Dean pointed toward the bathroom.

“Ok, ok, get in the bathroom, hands on the counter but before you do that, you’re gonna have to inch your pants down a little.” He said.

Caught off guard, you stumbled over your words.

“U-uh…y-you want m-me to do what?”

“Just inch them down a little bit; they’re just gonna be in the way if you leave them in place.” He said.

Dean set up everything he needed to extract the bullet on the counter. The only anesthetic he had with him was alcohol which took away only a fraction of the pain whether you were drinking it or pouring it on the wound.

The look on your face could have scalded paint off of the walls and your voice was tight with anger as you weaved a web of profanities so obscene, you would have probably made a sailor blush. Dean had finally managed to get the bullet out intact, stop the bleeding, and put a bandage on the wound.

“Thank you.” You said sheepishly as if you didn’t just spend an hour cursing his very existence.

Another sly smile stretched across his lips as he finally replied, “You’re welcome, sweetheart. You have some sweats or somethin’? Jeans are gonna be too harsh to rub against the wound.”

You did have some in your bag that was on one of the beds.

“They’re in my bag. I’ll get them.” You said starting to walk out of the bathroom.

He held his hands out in front of you, “Whoa, no…I’ll get them, just stay right here.” He said.

With your hand resting on the counter, you tried to take the weight off of your left side while Dean ran out to the other room to get your sweatpants. The bullet wound was really quite painful.

He set the sweats on the counter, inched closer to you and reached for the waistband of your jeans.

“Hey, hey…what are you doin’? I can do it myself, ya know.” You said in a scolding tone.

He folded his arms across his chest and with narrowed eyes, and asked with a smirk “Oh really? Ok, well I’ll be right on the other side of that door. Call me when you need my help because you will.”

He tapped you gently on the nose.

Scoffing at him, you tried your best to get your jeans off and put your sweatpants on but the pain was just too much. You were definitely going to need his help.

Softly, you called out to him.

“Deeeeeean?”

You could feel him smiling on the other side of the door.

“Yessssssss? You need some help in there or somethin’?” He asked in a semi-taunting voice.

Deflated, you replied, “Yes please.”

Dean slowly opened the door with a wide smile on his face, walked toward you and once again reached for the waistband on your jeans. Gently, he inched them down your thighs, all the way to your ankles before he had you rest your hands on his shoulders so he could take them off completely. If he only knew what this was doing to you.

He was eye level with your core, looking up at you through his long lashes with those beautiful green eyes of his and all you could think about was what it would be like to have his face buried in between your thighs, tasting you, and tongue fucking you until you see stars.

“I still can’t believe you fight monsters in a thong.” He chuckled.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you replied, “Oh my god, not the time! This is SO not the time for that!”

He laughed at you again as he gently pulled the sweatpants up, being careful not to touch your bullet wound, until he was gazing down at you fondly with a slight smirk on his face.

“Come on. I’ll help you to the bed.” He said.

After easing you down onto the bed, Dean started to gather everything he brought inside with him to bring out to the car.

You caught yourself staring at him. Actually, it was more like staring AND clenching. You’ve been in love with Dean Winchester since you were 12 years old and he’s never even tried to kiss you but you’ve wanted him to every single time you have been in the same room with him. He was all you had ever wanted.

As he continued to gather his things and clean up, you finally asked him with a hitch in your voice, “Why?”

“Why what, y/n?” He replied, still shoving things into his bag.

Tears stung the back of your eyes as you answered.

“Why did you go to her and not me after Sam went into the cage?! WHY?!” You asked. “I thought we were best friends, Dean!”

Stunned, Dean knew you weren’t going to let him leave without giving you an answer but the dejected look on his face told you he knew he made a huge mistake cutting you out like he did.

“I-I don’t know, y/n. I really don’t know. I got in the car and I started to dial your number but I stopped myself because I didn’t want you to see me like that! I didn’t want you to see me broken and hollow, ok?!” He said.

“So you went to someone who doesn’t even know you like I do? Doesn’t know the life? Doesn’t know that this life took the people that we loved the most in this world away from us?!! What kind of comfort could she have been to you?!!” You yelled. “Oh wait, nevermind. I actually know the answer to that one.”

“HEY! That is NOT fair!” Dean growled back.

“Oh you wanna talk about fair?! I called, texted, called again…one of those times, SHE answered your phone and I gave up after that. But you didn’t bother to call me back, EVER!! How fuckin’ fair is that, Dean?!” You sobbed with tears streaking down your cheeks.

You could see it in his eyes how angry and hurt he was. Dean’s lips were pulled tight in a straight line and the muscles in his forearms immediately tensed before tightly clenching his fists. He was trying his hardest not to snap back like you knew he wanted to.

Dean then shakily placed his hands on the back of a kitchen chair, leaned forward, and stared down at the floor for a minute before bringing his gaze back up to you.

“Look y/n, I guess I went to Lisa to feel better about myself knowing that I could protect her and Ben, to make up for not being able to protect Sam. You’ve never needed me to protect you, even when we were kids so I just went to them instead where I knew I could be of some use.” Said Dean.

Fighting back your tears but failing miserably, you replied, “When have you ever not been useful, Dean? All I wanted was to comfort my friend, my BEST friend, help you figure out how to get Sam out of the cage…something! But you didn’t give me that chance, did you.”

With his eyes shut tight, Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a low growl. You knew the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you but it was too late for that. Over two years had passed since you had seen him last but not a day had gone by where you didn’t think of him, miss him, or not love him. You thought maybe those feelings for Dean would eventually go away, but they never did and they never will.

You were young and it was a childhood crush, it should have gone away but those feelings for him just became stronger as the years passed so when Bobby told you Dean was with someone else it felt as though someone was crushing your heart inside your chest.

That dull ache would never go away and it became a sharp pain as soon as he barged into your room tonight. Seeing him again brought all of those feelings back to the surface, made your entire body tingle, and you wanted him more now than ever before.

The only people that knew your true feelings for Dean were Bobby and your mother. She knew from the minute she met the Winchesters that you had eyes for Dean.

Bobby only found out after he told you about Lisa but you made him promise not to say anything which he had kept tight to his chest until his passing. But you were unsure if Dean had any idea about your feelings for him.

“When have you ever NEEDED my help, y/n?!” Dean asked in a raised tone.

You replied, “NEEDED? Never, I’ve never NEEDED your help or anyone else’s help but I’ll always WANT it! I’ll always want…”

A lump formed in your throat as you finished your sentence.

“You…I’ll always want you, Dean.” You said with trembling lips.

“Say that again.” Said Dean.

Your heart lurched into your throat as you tried to get your words out again. With a deep inhale and a forceful exhale, you told him again.

“I always want you, Dean. I always have.” You finally said.

You could practically see the words bouncing around inside his head like in a pinball machine.

“This is gonna sound really cheesy but I’m tipsy from those shots of whiskey so here goes nothin’…I have never wanted, nor will I ever want, anyone else except you, Dean Winchester. I’ve been in love with you since I was 12 years old, no matter how many times I’ve tried to push it away, no matter how many times I told myself it was ‘just a crush’, and I even told myself that you’d probably never love me back. I still love you!” You said with conviction through tears and a slight nervous chuckle.

“Son of a bitch…I need to sit down.” He said, pressing his palm to his forehead and planting himself in one of the kitchen chairs.

You started to get up off of the bed.

“Lemme get you some wa—“ You started to say.

Dean held out his hand to stop you.

“No! Don’t you dare get up. You’re the one with the bullet wound and I’m just a clueless asshat apparently.” He said.

That made you laugh.

Cutting through the awkward silence, Dean said, “I really can’t explain what it was, what I felt but something happened to me every time I saw you smile, every time you laughed, or hugged me, and even when you poked fun at me. I knew that I never wanted to NOT hear your voice, feel the extra squeeze at the end of your hugs, or see your eyes light up when I walk through the door. Even when you’re pissed at me like earlier tonight, your eyes never lie, you’re STILL happy to see me.”

“Dean…” You started to say but he cut you off again.

“I think that’s why I could never really be in love with Lisa because I was already in love with…you.” Dean said in a low gravelly tone.

His words made your stomach drop, those words that you never thought you would hear other than the love you shared between friends, but he was in love with you too which made your heart soar.

You wanted to go to him so you tried to stand up but again he stopped you.

“Whoa! What did I tell you about getting up, huh? Just stay there. Now what do you need? I’ll get it.” He asked.

“I need you to kiss me, Dean.” You replied in barely more than a whisper.

He stood up, slowly walked over to the bed and gently helped you up to standing.

“You ok?” He asked softly.

You nodded as he titled your chin up so you were looking up into his green eyes. With his hands cupping your cheeks, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours. Dean’s tongue swept your lower lip before parting them and pressing it against your teeth wanting desperately to tangle with yours.

He pulled you flush against him as your arms snaked around his neck and he continued to kiss you hungrily while the ache between your thighs felt like it was going to explode.

Great…what a time to be wounded and in pain.

Dean loved to hear his name fall from your lips over and over again as he kissed up and down your neck and you loved to say it like a favorite song you had memorized all of the words to. You let your fingers glide through his hair as his lips collided with yours again and he whispered again and again how beautiful you were.

You always wondered what this would be like, to have his lips on yours, his calloused hands touching your body, caressing your face, telling you that he loved you and it was everything you hoped it would be; it was the best kiss of your life.

He accidentally got too close to your wound as he moved his hand to your lower back.

“Ow, ow, ow.” You said wincing in pain.

He apologized profusely.

“Oooh shit! I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry…for everything.” He said as he gently brushed your cheeks with his knuckles.

You gave him a warm smile and replied, “It’s ok, I still love you, Dean.”

He kissed you again, his lips were soft and tasted like dark roast coffee; you never wanted him to stop.

“Still?” He asked with a wink.

You winked back. “Still.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He said, kissing the tip of your nose. “I always will.”

“Always?” You asked, biting back a smile.

Dean licked his lips before kissing you again.

“Always.” He said with a sly smile. “I’m taking you back to the bunker with me and when you’re all healed up? Plan on not leaving my room for at least a couple of days. I’m gonna show you how much I love you, over and over, and over again.” He purred in your ear.

Heat rose to your cheeks, you felt delightful sparks run down your back, and choked on the lump in your throat.

“Well…until then, can you just kiss me over and over and over again?” You asked.

He replied with a warm smile, “I think I can do that, baby.”

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[sadmiserablechv]

Grayson as Talon pt.4

I don't know if I need to proceed with last though about nest of Talon, so now I just keep on with another thought.

I don't know how, but if information about weakness of Talons to cold found by someone who hates Hood and knows that one of that creatures are right by his side, I'm sure that that person would use it against Grayson.

Because noone wants this weapon in hands of new Crime Lord. It's too much of disadvantage for others, who wants to rule not just Crime Alley, but also all of the business that Hood holds in hands.

When Jason got captured, he totally have his backup plan to backup plan like any other bat. He's very calm about situation, so just sits there and asks questions instead of answering them.

But when he receives punch, and already wants to just get ot of chains to shoot through knee of one goon that starts to annoy him, glass one of the roof warehouses window shatters with loud noise and here is small angry Talon, that want to protect Jason (he remembers his name and sometimes even uses it in small arguments with a lot of chittering).

He lands between them and maybe, just maybe, Hood is smugly smiling, cause see, fuckers, that my Birdie.

But that expression quickly fades and rattling of chains, when Todd too fast tear from them obviously scratching his armor, outlasts growling of Richard and sound of liquid nitrogen that pours down on Talon.

He is quick, but too stubborn to move very far away. His life doesn't matter, he died ones. All he need is protect his Master.

Todd hurriedly disarms goons on his side, while Talon finished others. And Red Hood almost feel relieve... before he see how kid slowly moves to him.

He is overly slow for his regular speed. And Jay almost stop breathing when he saw the cold steam that comes from small body.

But Talon doesn't care, he feels how his limbs become more and more unguided, but still thinks just about man infront of him.

When kid sees how stiffened and pale Jason is he makes southing noise that sometimes resembles Hood of soft purring. His hands freezing more than they should normally when child tries to take his face and examine on any type of trauma.

"Hurt?" he ask hoarse as always, looking with his incredibly large yellow eyes, that protected by his goggles.

"I'm fine" gouges out man, who can't think about anything else but how legs of Talon finally give up under his own weight.

"Good" quietly says child, small smile forming in the corners of his mouth, while his purring starts to slowly dying in his chest.

Hood found himself fifty minutes later on his knees, with small body tightly pressed to his own. Man carefully removed headpiece from Grayson, now slowly caressing black curls while rocking in place.

He'll be fine. He's immortal, right? He'll wake up soon.

Everything is going to be fine...

[dozykisses]

With Gentle Hands: Ch. 1

Holga Kilgore x fem!reader

Summary: A wayward curse traps reader in the wild shape she took to escape an angry warlock, and life is less kind to small creatures. Injured, cold and alone, she seeks refuge amongst people she hopes will be kinder, not anticipating how quickly and easily she slots into their lives.

A/N: I could not believe the lack of Holga x reader content so I'm taking matters into my own hands! Unsure how much audience there is for it but for those who read, please enjoy ♡

AO3 link | Masterlist (to link once I make one)

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Gods above, it was so fucking cold. The branch beneath you wasn’t frosty, but the rain and the night chill combined had sapped any warmth left in your tiny body. You crawled forward slowly, trying to ignore the way your side throbbed and the sensation of your toes going numb. Your fur was so soaked at this point that you felt more like a dishrag in a washing basin than a small mammal, and it made the wood beneath your claws dangerously slippery. Usually storms like this found you curled relatively dry in a tree knoll somewhere, or in a nest, or inside someone’s shed nestled into the hay. But tonight hadn’t just brought rain. It brought stray dogs.

Your side twinged again. You knew it wasn’t just rain making it feel so wet.

Finally you reached the edge of the treeline, clinging to the branch as a strong gust of wind shook it beneath you. The faint lights you’d been eyeing during your trek turned out to be glowing from the windows of a small cottage. They had no shed and no barn, but they were relatively far from where you’d started, and away from the dogs. They might have an eave you could take shelter under, or a hole in their roof to take advantage of. Searching for an empty knoll or nest in this weather risked running into bats, or other squirrels, and besides that you could feel your strength weakening more and more. You desperately needed rest.

Breathing slowly, you crawled down the tree trunk, wincing when the ground squished beneath your paws. Your muscles were wound so tight they almost cramped, ears straining for the telltale sound of panting or footsteps in the dark. It was hard to hear over the wind and rain, and the loud rustling of trees all around you, so you cautiously crept across the span of grass between the trees and the cottage’s garden. The closer you got, the faster you moved, before you were running at a slightly crooked gait towards the thatched walls and warm glow inside. Your heart beat so hard it made your throat close up. You kept going.

When the walls loomed close, you jumped, climbing up and cursing in your head as the bundled siding scraped your face and scratched at your wound. The roof was easier though, neat and well-kept. Smoke billowed lazily from the chimney. Now what? It was so well kept there weren't any holes you could see. Maybe they left a window cracked open?

A voice in your head screamed that nobody would leave a window open in this weather but you ignored it. What else could you do? Nothing was audible from inside the cottage, but shapes occasionally flickered past the windows, casting shadows on the pools of light outside. So people were home, at least. You prayed to a goddess you didn’t believe in that this house harbored people who liked small animals and not crotchety individuals who threw shoes at them.

Hauling yourself as carefully as you could down to the closest windowsill, you peered inside. Several blurry figures sat around a flickering shape you assumed to be the hearth. One was talking, perhaps, while another sat at their feet. The third sat across from them, holding something. You scratched at the windowpane, ignoring the dizzying rabbiting of your heart.

No movement.

You tried again, eyes aching in a way you would’ve associated with held-back tears had you been in human form. This time, the smaller figure shifted, as if turning. Then, it stood up, and you held your breath as the figure grew larger and reached towards you. You squished yourself against the edge of the window frame, unsure which way the pane opened. Thankfully when it creaked, it swung outward and away from you. Peering at you from the warmth inside was a girl, her brow furrowed and lips pursed. You shivered. “What is it, Bug?” came a raspy voice from inside. The girl replied without turning around, still studying you.

“A squirrel…” she said. “Poor thing, it-”

A crack of thunder split the air and made you jump, falling from the sill into the cottage and landing with an unflattering plop on the floor. Exclamations burst out from everyone in the room as you quickly flipped upright and scuttled into a corner. You turned and huddled there, heaving, struggling to make out the figures around you in the sudden brightness of the firelight.

“Oh there’s, there’s blood on the floor…” The girl gasped softly, eyes flicking to you as she bent down.

“It’s hurt? Why did it want to come inside our house?” came a third voice, more masculine than the former two.

The girl got on her knees, shuffling forward minutely. You stayed where you were, eyeing her. Unable to take your eyes off her when she was approaching, but also unable to summon the strength to run away just yet. Your heart pounded in your ears as you hoped again that these people were the kind sort.

“Maybe it saw the fire and was cold?” the girl murmured. “Holga, can you get me a towel?” The one who must have been Holga grunted, standing and plodding out of the room obediently. While she was gone, the girl didn’t move, simply sitting on her knees and watching you. The fire flickered prettily off her voluminous curls and the soft cream color of her dress. Her demeanor certainly seemed kind?

Holga returned after what was likely a few seconds, but felt like minutes in the silence. Your heart rate had slowly calmed but your body felt tense, still. The girl took the towel and began scooting closer again, this time offering a sweet smile.

“I won’t hurt you,” she cooed. “You’re okay, you’ll be okay..”

The larger figures in the room simply watched, one of them crossing her broad arms and shifting on her feet. When the girl got close enough, she reached out just as slowly with the towel, and then waited. This close, you could see the deep brown of her eyes. Yes, you thought with a certain sense of relieved finality. They’re kind.

You crawled forward slightly into the cradle of her grasp. The towel was soft and dry, and near immediately your body melted into it.

“Trusting creature,” muttered Holga, finally going to sit back in her chair.

The girl lifted you carefully, murmuring something about taking a look at you. Her voice swam in and out of your focus, your mind retreating slightly as if in a fog.

Curses and spells were finicky. As a druid you knew that well. But this one really made you want to scream. For months (was it more or less than a year now? time slipped past you so strangely in this form) you’d been stuck. Nothing you’d tried had yielded any result, and you didn’t know how or where to find some expert to help. In a land so vast, not everyone had connections, and it was easy for people like you to fall through the cracks. There were no friends to look for you, no family members who cared enough to seek you out. You still remembered in vivid detail the hot shock of sensation hitting you, curling around your thoughts and making them hazy as it melded the squirrel shape you’d taken to your soul. The warlock who cast this was a cruel bastard. 

A similar haziness washed over you now, though instead of a curse, you knew it was the adrenalin fading and blood loss catching up. You felt the girl stand, the towel folding over you slightly as if to stave off the cold. In the hands of this gentle child, you let the world go dark.

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The next morning you woke up warm, which was unusual after a storm, and dry, even more unusual. You blinked. There was faint pressure around your middle, but the ache was less strong now than it had been. Your body felt relaxed too, no crick in your neck or bugs itching your fur. As the world swam into focus, you could see you were placed on someone’s bedside(?) with a blanket, perhaps a rag or cloth scrap, tucked carefully around you. You must have been in a basket, or perhaps a small box, and someone had tucked in more rags or scraps as padding. The slanted sunshine through the windows seemed to you to indicate late morning, falling across the bedsheets in warm flickers. The room itself was empty.

Not for long though, because you’d barely sat up before the girl from last night trotted in, almost as if she sensed your alertness. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, hurrying over with a wide smile on her face. 

“Hello,” she cooed when she reached the bedside, reaching out to rub a finger softly between your ears. Usually you didn’t get close enough to allow people to full-on pet you, but this was fine. She’d helped you, so it was fine. (You ignored the part of you that craved physical contact so much it hurt.)

“You seem to be doing alright,” she continued, sitting down on the (her?) bed. “We cleaned your injury, poor thing. Hungry?”

You weren’t sure if she actually expected answers from a squirrel or not. You just blinked.

She didn’t seem to, since she just smiled brightly. “I bet you are! Want to come with me?” With this she leaned over and reached towards you, and you fought not to flinch. She simply used the makeshift blanket to bundle you up carefully and carry you with her. It was warm, and nice, and so far seemed safe, so you allowed yourself to ease into it a little. You would be okay.

The kitchen was just as sunny as the bedroom, with the usual wooden cabinets, table, chairs, and cookware you’d expect to see. A little messy, but in a lived-in sort of way, especially with the smell of something in the air. Herbs? Fresh bread? Whatever it was, it made your stomach clench. It had been so long since you’d been in a place like this that the domesticity of it almost felt foreign.

The man you’d seen last night looked up from the table as you entered, a loose and easy grin on his face. He appeared to have been tuning an instrument, by the looks of it. An apple sat by his elbow, half-eaten. “How’s our guest doing Kira?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Good,” the girl, Kira, said. “Do we have anything she can eat?”

“I asked Holga to get some nuts and uh, some more fruit when she went to go to the market a while ago,” the man replied, reaching to take another bite of his apple. “She should be back soon.”

“That’s good,” Kira mused, setting you down gently in your little bundle on the table. The man peered at you but seemed unconcerned, just curious.

“Awfully calm, for a squirrel,” he mused, taking another bite. Your stomach clenched again. When was the last time you ate?

“Maybe we’re just really nice,” Kira smiled at him, petting between your ears again. “Maybe she really needed help and now we’ve helped her.”

The man (her father? caretaker?) smiled at her. “Yeah kid, maybe.” He aimed and tossed his apple core out of the window near the front door. You realized many of the windows in this room were cracked open now, the outside breeze cool against your fur.

Just then, the front door swung wide. The women from last night (Holga? your memory was a little foggy) stomped in, her arms laden with sacks. “You almost hit me,” she grumbled, as Kira trotted over to help her set her items down, which earned the girl a faint smile and a pat on the head.

The man smirked. “I’ll try harder next time.”

Holga rolled her eyes, then stretched her arms over her head and turned back to Kira. “How’s your little friend?”

“Good!” Kira repeated, pointing over at where you sat, still bundled up on the table. Your wound ached too much to want to move around much, and the warmth was nice besides.

Holga glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Did you tie it up to keep it so still?”

Kira rolled her eyes, and it struck you how similar the gesture was to the way Holga did it. “No,” she said, huffing. “She just likes me, I think.”

“Awfully trusting,” Holga grunted, similar to what she’d said the night before. “I got some stuff for her, by the way.”

“Yes, thank you!” Kira clapped, leaning forward as Holga pulled some items out of a sack. You sniffed, but couldn’t tell what they had over the smell of fresh bread. Behind you, the sound of strings being plucked and adjusted started up again.

“Here,” Kira came over and offered you a nut pinched carefully between her fingers. When you took it in your mouth her smile was so wide it nearly split her face. Warmth bloomed in your chest at the sight, as she sat down to feed you more, mostly nuts and berries, from her hand. You ate each one ravenously, much to the amusement of the man at the table. 

“We need something to call you,” mused Kira as she offered a sunflower seed. Behind her, Holga slowly put away the rest of her bounty, occasionally shooting a fond glance towards the table where you all sat.

“What about Bushy Tail,” the man grunted, twisting a peg on his instrument rather harshly.

Kira wrinkled her nose as Holga snorted. “No way.”

“Big Teeth,” Holga chimed in, leaning against the counter now with her arms crossed. Her face split into a smile when Kira groaned.

“You guys have terrible ideas,” the girl groused. You leaned over for another nut, which she easily offered. “How about... Cinnamon? Because she’s got this pretty cinnamon-colored dusting on her fur.” Here she reached out with her other hand to pet down your back.

Holga pushed off the counter to ruffle Kira’s hair. “Good one, kid.” Cinnamon, you thought. Not bad.

[lemimmaid]

Day 4: Dream

Vea (she/her)

Taking in a lost Darkness puppy.

Artists: Gazzi, Baydews, @ar-guile

Background:

While traversing the rooftops of San Fransokyo at night, Vea stumbles across an unconscious boy in a pile of garbage, wearing what she assumes is some sort of vigilante getup.

Having been recently freed from Xehanort's influence, the Darkness known as "Vanitas" is seeking a new host, but accidentally finds a new Master instead when the girl responds with an unimpressed demeanor to his "I am darkness" spiel, and clips a dog leash onto the base of his helmet before leaving him in the alley and heading home.

After exploring the city a bit, Vanitas finds himself with nowhere to go and not enough power to leave, so he seeks out his new master, following her like a lost puppy.

Introduction:

He came in through the window.

Honestly, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Meeting a boy on the rooftops in the dead of night, wind whipping his messy hair this way and that for a breathless moment of eye contact.

Her own storybook-blonde curls were less than magical, she could feel the weight of her hip-length hair concentrating into a gnarled nest against her back and long pieces lashing at her bare skin like a flogger. There would be a storm soon. The air was thick and heavy with energy, and she was sure she'd hear the rolling growl of thunder in the distance if not for the shrill whistle of the wind battering her eardrums. The world around them was a coiled spring on the verge of snapping.

In the dim light, she thought his mouth was moving. Was he talking to her? She squinted against the bangs smacking against her face, shifting her feet to balance better. "What?!"

Vea felt her voice in her throat, felt it buzz through her skull, but if the sound made it into the air it was immediately snatched away on the wind like a leaf. This was pointless. A brief moment passed, and she gestured vaguely in his direction before turning away and crossing the tiles as quickly as she dared to the adjacent building.

Bracing herself with one arm, she slid sideways down the angled roof, one step at a time, and lowered herself onto a wide windowsill, tripping the latch with her fingernail. Her grip tightened as she lost balance slightly, startled by the loud clatter of the window bursting open in the wind. A steadying hand closed over her wrist, and she looked up. The boy had followed her, expression unreadable in the conflicting light, so she dropped her eyes away from him. She offered him a nod of thanks, waiting until his grip loosened to slip inside, re-latching the window when he made it in after her.

The sudden lack of sound was painful, and she idly rubbed at her ears. They stung badly from the cold, sharp air, not to mention the ringing and dizzying pressure. 

"Fuck," the boy—Vanitas?—muttered under his breath. Vea raised an eyebrow, turning to him with a curious expression. He was untangling something in his hands, a wad of knotted chain and leather rope. Following the rope to its base, it was attached to that same helmet and tangled in some kind of tattered skirt and mess of belts around his waist.

"You good?" she asked, a hint of dry amusement creeping into her tone. Some fairy tale. Who wore such a stupid outfit, let alone while running around on rooftops in the middle of a windstorm. Weirdo. "Have to admit, I didn't think I'd see you prowling around the neighborhood again after yesterday. Couldn't keep me off your mind?"

"Couldn't get the leash off," he replied dryly, not looking up from his task. "Thought you might want it back."

A small surge of heat clenched at her chest, but she managed to keep the embarrassment from reaching her face. "What a gentleman, skulking around on a girl's roof to return her lost property."

Vanitas snorted a laugh, the barest smirk curling his lips. "Can you call it lost when you clipped it onto my helmet?"

"You expected me to sit pretty and listen to your dumb supervillain speech? You sounded ridiculous and I reacted appropriately."

"Fine, whatever."

"Good boy."

The pause that followed wasn't as awkward as she'd expected, but her words hung almost visibly in the air between them. She hadn't thought she'd see him again, especially with how abruptly she'd left.

"Anyway," he said, giving up on untangling his skirt and belts. He'd finally extracted the leash from the gnarled mess and, clearly thinking that was enough for now, held it out to her.

A playful smile crossed her lips. "What, you didn't want to keep it to remember me by?"

"Don't think I'll need it," he replied. "You make an impression, Master."

"...excuse me?"

Today you get Vea. Tomorrow? Who knows...

thank you @ar-guile for being my vanitas dialogue consultant

[cryptid-crow13]

I have a migraine, but I wanted to write so I projected onto Tim <3

word count: 1,633

CW: chronic pain, migraine, passive suicidal ideation

Red Robin sat on the edge of a rooftop and closed his eyes. He’d signed off for the night, but hadn’t returned to the Cave or the Nest. Everything today was just too much and his head pounded.

Tim knew he hadn’t gotten any blows to the head recently, but that’s almost what it felt like. Any of the lights in the city were like ice picks and any sound made his head throb. However, he stayed sitting on the edge of the rooftop and sighed. The idea of making the trip to the Nest or even one of his safehouses almost made him hurt worse.

He didn’t bother calling over comms to ask for help. Tim thought of having to deal with Bruce, Dick, or Damian made him want to bang his head on the concrete of the roof. It wouldn’t make the pounding in his head go away, but maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with it or them.

Tim opened his eyes and immediately snapped them closed against the pain it brought. He would be more worried about getting caught on the roof if he could think past the pain. It felt like everything around him was at a volume that threatened to blow his ear drums, but he still couldn’t focus on any of it enough.

Tim tightened his grip on the roof’s ledge when a wave of pain threatened to make him fall. It felt like his brain was going to burst out of his skull.

He slowly leaned back to lay on his back with his legs hanging over the edge. He didn’t trust that he wouldn’t just fall at any given moment. Tim supressed a relieved sigh when some of the tension in his neck eased.

His mind drifted in a haze of pain. Tim tried to gather his thoughts into anyhihng coherent so he could head back, but all he managed were half formed thoughts. He really should have ended patrol as soon as he had realized his vision had gained a distinct static quality that wasn’t due to the lenses in his domino. He’d thought he’d have more time or that he’d be able to push past it. He did manage to push past it as long as he kept moving and adrenaline was pumping through him. However, as soon as he’d stopped to rest he had to end patrol.

The others didn’t ask questions about why Tim would cut his patrol short. They didn’t seem to think it was odd when normally keeping Tim from his regular patrols was like trying to herd a cat. Tim couldn’t think of why they didn’t ask past the hurt. Nor did he think the metaphor in his own head made very much sense.

Tim flinched but didn’t move when a thud sounded on the roof. He slowly pieced together that the sound was boots hitting concrete. Tim forced himself to open his eyes.

A red helmet stared down at him and Tim couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“What’s up with you?” Jason asked in a voice that was far too loud.

Tim’s face scrunched in pain, but he couldn’t make himself cover his ears.

“Red Robin,” Hood said gruffly and Tim forced himself to pay attention. That name meant he needed to focus, but the effort of it was monumental.

Tim managed a hum in acknowledgment.

“Why the fuck are you still out? I thought you ended patrol early.” Jason’s voice had lowered in volume and Tim could only feel relief.

“Head,” Tim managed to say.

“Concussion?” Jason asked and Tim watched idly as he crouched down.

Tim shook his head and immediately regretted it when the motion made him feel like he had vertigo.

Jason hummed above Tim. A gloved hand rested on Tim’s forehead, just above his domino. He sighed in relief at the pressure and feeling of cool leather.

“What’s wrong, Tim?” Jason asked in a voice that Tim knew he should have more thoughts on, but he couldn’t manage anything past confusion.

“I feel like my brain is going to burst out of my ears,” Tim deadpanned.

Jason cursed and Tim mourned the loss of the pressure on his forehead.

“Are you really out here with a migraine?” Jason asked in a voice that made Tim want to cry. Why was it so loud?

Tim only managed a pained whine.

Jason cursed again as he shuffled a bit further from Tim. There was the sound of his jacket rustling and when he unzipped something Tim whined at the noise. He didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until he opened them again when something was set on the roof beside his head.

Jason’s helmet stared back at him and Tim made himself look back up at Jason. He had moved closer again and Tim noted how his jaw was tense.

“Ear plugs and then I’m taking you to a safehouse,” Jason said in a whisper.

Tim groaned, but managed to lift his arms and take the ear plugs from Jason’s hand. He put them in and felt tears prick his eyes in relief. Everything was so much quieter and it made Tim feel like he could think just a bit more.

Jason bullied him into standing up and held Tim close when he teetered on his feet.

“I’m gonna grapple us down, but I need you to hold onto me,” Jason said and Tim realized he’d put his helmet back on.

“I can do that,” Tim said quietly. He moved under one of Jason’s arms and wrapped his own around the taller man’s neck.

Jason nodded and shifted his hold on Tim before he walked them to the edge of the rooftop.

Tim groaned, but held on as Jason lowered them to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Timbit, but we’re gonna have to use my bike. I don’t want anyone trying anything while we’re walking,” Jason said in a tone Tim barely recognized as regretful.

Tim hummed in acknowledgment and followed Jason. A gloved hand held securely around Tim’s upper arm to keep him steady and walking straight.

A smooth black helmet was pressed into Tim’s hands. He fit it over his head and sighed in relief again. It blocked out even more sound and the visor dimmed the lights around him.

When a hand tugged at one of his wrists he looked up and saw Jason had sat on his bike already. Tim allowed himself to be tugged closer. He held onto one of Jason’s shoulders to steady himself as he sat behind him.

Tim rested his head against the broad back in front of him and didn’t bother to feel embarrassed. Him and Jason had a much better relationship now, but they weren’t exactly close per-say. It felt odd having Red Hood care for him when the man had caused him so much pain before. Tim lost his train of thought to pain when the motorcycle roared to life under him. He tightened his hold around Jason’s middle.

Jason said something and patted at Tim’s hands consolingly before they started moving.

The drive was a blur of pain and noise. Tim was ready to start crying by the time the engine shut off.

Hands patted Tim’s own again and he reluctantly pulled back.

“Almost there, but you gotta get off the bike,” Jason said in a hushed tone.

Tim opened his eyes and realized they were in a small underground parking garage.

He held onto Jason’s shoulder again as he stepped off the bike.

“Safehouse?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, Timbit. One of my safehouses,” Jason said as he stepped off. He didn’t comment on how Tim still held onto him.

Tim whined and closed his eyes when the helmet was removed from his head.

“Sorry,” Jason said quietly. “You can keep your eyes closed, okay?”

Tim nodded.

He idly followed Jason as he was directed with a hand on his back. Tim tried to focus on the point of contact and not how he wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

He sat when Jason directed him to. Tim relaxed back into the cushions and listened as Jason moved around. When the movement stopped in front of him he opened his eyes.

The lights were still off and Jason stood in casual clothes. He held a bundle of clothes out to Tim.

“Change. Just leave your stuff on the table. I’ll handle it.”

Tim took the clothes and changed out of his gear. The shirt he pulled on was far too big, but the shorts he was able to pull the strings on and tighten.

Jason walked back into the room.

“Did you take anything?” He asked.

“No, was in the middle of patrol when it started,” Tim said quietly.

“What the fuck, Timmers? You spent half of your patrol like this?” Jason asked in a harsh whisper.

Tim’s shoulders sagged. “I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

Jason scoffed and guided Tim by the shoulders to a bed.

“Lay down. I’ll get you some pain meds and water.”

Tim whined but listened and crawled into the bed. He closed his eyes and drifted in a haze of pain again.

A hand tapped his and Tim looked down to see Jason holding out a pill and water. Tim recognized the letters on the pill and popped it in his mouth. He took the water gratefully. It was cool and eased some of the pain.

Tim lied back in the bed and gasped when something cold was set against his forehead.

“What the fuck?” He asked.

“Its just an ice pack. Now shut up and go to sleep. We’ll talk when you can actually function again,” Jason said gruffly.

Tim flipped him off, but sank further into the pillows.

~*~

That's all I have for now. I might continue this and post it properly onto ao3, but who knows. I just wanted to project and Tim is the one that suffers with me today.

Lmk what you think!

[phlebaswrites]

Here (And Queer)

Summary:

Tobirama doesn't have the time for a love life.

His family vehemently disagrees.

Rating: Teen And Up Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara Word Count: 2,324 (Complete)

Entry for @madatobiweek

Day 5 - November 9: Reincarnation | Mistaken Identity

This story is for @tarutaruga who showed me the post that inspired it.

"… and she's a very nice girl, or so her father says." Tobirama wants to sigh, but suppresses the impulse as his father keeps describing yet another daughter of a business partner. "She's doing her MBA, so I'm sure she'd have a lot in common with you."

"I don't think we would suit." Tobirama shakes his head, refusing to back down. "Besides, between the students inflicted on me by the university and my research, I don't have time to date."

"You could make time if you wanted to," otousan dismisses his objection, waving it away. "Meet her and see, I won't press you for more than that."

Kawarama grimaces behind his bowl of rice, and Tobirama shares his feelings. It always begins like this - a single date, organised by their father, then another one if the woman isn't completely objectionable, and soon there will be expectations.

No, Tobirama has had quite enough of it.

"Otousan." He puts down his chopsticks, making sure to align them carefully on top of his bowl. "I'm never going to date any of these girls."

"Your brother used to say that, but now look at him." Their father points at Anija, who smiles sheepishly but puts his hand over his wife's, covering it completely. "Happily married! It's possible, Tobirama, you just have to try."

"It's not possible, not for me." Tobirama looks up, catching his father's gaze. "Because I'm gay."

The silence that falls over the table is both sudden and total as the whole family stares at him in shock. He's never mentioned it before - he never thought it was anyone's business but his own - but if this is the only way Tobirama can get some peace, he'll do it.

He won't date another woman again, ever.

"Well…" Anija's voice breaks the hush, sounding overly loud by comparison. "There's always a nice boy…?"

Otousan shoves his chair back, standing up and storming out of the room, clearly disagreeing with that option, and Itama bites his lip. "Well, fuck."

Tobirama shakes his head, getting up and heading for the door.

"Nii-chan, wait!" Kawarama chases him down the hall, but Tobirama doesn't stop for his brother the way he'd normally do.

No, he needs to get out.

He always suspected his father would take this particular bit of news badly, and he won't stay under a roof where he's not welcome.

"I'll be back for my things when I can," he grabs his coat and swings it over his shoulders. "Don't wait for me."

He closes the door in his brother's face, and takes a deep breath. The chill of the air is calming, and he draws it into his lungs.

Dinner from a conbini, a bed at the capsule hotel near the station, and then he'll take the train back to Tokyo in the morning.

This isn't a disaster, it's just the way of the world. All children have to leave the nest some time.

It looks like it's finally his turn.

Read the rest on AO3.

[lilmcttens]

@roleplay-parlour

A sewing needle pushed partway through the fabric, just barely poking his fingertips, Hunter almost didn't register the familiar voice coming from behind him.

A quick cheep from his palisman acted as an surefire way to grab his attention, Flapjack quickly fluttering up from the shirt-nest and onto his shoulder. He paused a moment, then glanced over his shoulder to see his friend.

"Amity, I didn't think you were gonna come down here," Hunter said. All the other kids in the house were busy, so he'd assumed he would've been alone down here. Apparently not, not that he was complaining about that.

Her noting of his current project got Hunter glancing around, face growing red when he realized there was a mess of cloth and sewing supplies everywhere. He quickly shuffled some of it aside, as if trying to make room for her

"O-Oh, yeah," He muttered softly, draping his latest attempt at sewing patterns on his lap gingerly, careful not to poke himself on the little needle "I wanted to catch up on my stitchwork, guess I was on the verge of getting carried away"

Addressed by her name. Amity nodded; Lips lifted to give Hunter a smile so he would know all was well with her. Things were still awkward. It was like Willow mentioned, "These few weeks have been weird." but so many new memories to share. By this point, she was spending so much time with Hunter now. Living under the same roof Eclipse Lake was hardly a thing on her mind anymore.

"You didn't think I would come down to Camilla's basement? You don't know. Maybe I came to make certain you didn't pass out or burry yourself under all your clothes down here."

She shrugged how she could make light of her arrival. Her golden eyes darted around the room. Her mother would tsk..tsk.. at such a mess, but Amity was cutting him slack because she was not her mother. The bright blush in his cheeks made her laugh out loud in his direction.

"Well everyone wanted to go and get some ice cream, but no one could find you. I stayed behind since you didn't show up someone had to make sure you were okay. Gus mentioned you were working on something. He wanted to stay too, but Luz insisted he had to try some so she could see his reaction. The notion of a "Brain Freeze" scared me off down here to you."

Amity stood by his clothes and the project that he was working on. Curiouser still the amount of time that was spent on the project.

"Care to show me what you're making?"

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

One of us is a killer

Gonna do another Lifegen thing but I focus only on what they say to me every six moons! Going solely based on that, I'll build a story for another resident!

Orange highlights will be moments that don't actually have to do with the main character (Burnetkit) / are things not directed to her

Of course, SOMEONE here will end up a resident...we just don't know WHO yet...

The Suspects:

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MOON 0:

Mother (Wetfish): [looks at Burnetkit and reaches out to prod at their tiny paws, to which Burnet mews]. It's fascinating....Cats start out so small....

.

Mom (Beaverspeckle): "Oh, my precious kit. I love you so much."

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Sister (Midgekit): Prrrr.

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Brother (Privetkit): "MROW!" [Mewls angrily as they're shoved out of their nest].

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Brother (Yewkit): [Burnet falls asleep next to Yewkit into a peaceful slumber].

.

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MOON 6:

Mother: [Talking with Beaver, nothing to Burnet]

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Mom: "Here, Burnetpaw. I saved this fish for you. What? You don't like fish anymore? It used to be your favourite when you were a kit...Heh. Look at you, growing up on me.

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Midgepaw: [Watches Fleetkit and Privat talk together, too nervous to join].

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Privetpaw: "Burnetpaw! I finally got away from Mouseshadow! C'mon, let's go explore! Oh no, wait, I think I see them coming over here...Aughhh...maybe if you stand in front of me, they won't see me?"

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Yewpaw: [Running around the clearing, disheveled as they try to complete many tasks at once]. Burnetpaw, what's up? Do you need something too? I'd be happy to do it for you! [....] Working too hard? I'm not working too hard, don't worry! In fact, helping around camp is how I relax. Yup, definitely relaxing. Definitely."

Mentor/deputy (Cloudmoor): "Good morning, Burnetpaw. How are you today? Did you hear that rain on the den roof last night? It was really loud, it sounded like hundreds of tiny paws slamming on the roof up there. I wonder if StarClan came to visit us, in the form of the rain?"

.

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MOON 12:

Mom: "Hey, kit, could you grab me the-paw, I mean. Burnetpaw, not kit. Still getting used to that. But, ah, you'll always be my baby to me."

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Midgepaw: "AAH!" [Jumps at own shadow, then awkwardly grooms their own chest fur to play it off].

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Privetpaw: [Privat's breathing is shallow. They stop breathing for a moment, worrying Burnet. Burnet decides to tell the medicine cat].

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Yewpaw: "Hey, remember when we were young, and Beaverspeckle used to parade us around the nursery on the 'border patrol'? Or remember when Beaverspeckle caught us trying to sneak out of the nursery? StarClan, I've never seen you so mad!" [Burnet and Yew continue to talk about stories of youth, making eachother laugh more and more].

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New Mentor (Goldfoot, Cloudmoor's other apprentice): [Grieving] "Leave me alone..."

.

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MOON 18:

Mom: [Gossiping].

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Midgefreckle: [Gossiping].

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Privetdusk: "Zzz...huh? Wha? Burnetshriek? What *yawn* time is it...Oh StarClan, the patrols! I'm going to be late!"

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Yewstripe: "Shove off. I'm busy." [Burnet shoves her nose in Yew's face, making their best cutesy face until Yew breaks]. "Psh, alright, alright...I'll come eat with you. But only for a few bites!"

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Former mentor (+deputy): "Hey, Burnetshriek. I overheard you talking earlier. Can't say I agree with you, but that's just me being me."

.

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MOON 24:

Mom: "Heyy, there's my favourite patient! Doing better today, pal? That's good. Hey, get this. Today, when I was gathering herbs, I saw this huge hawk..." [Beaver's voice puts Burnet on ease, but their lashing tail shows hidden emotions].

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Midgefreckle: "Is it just me, or has Beaverspeckle been looking a little lonely lately? [...] We should go check on them."

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Privetdusk: Zzz..[Half asleep, passed out on a half-built nest].

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Yewstripe: "Prey is scarce...We'll all have to double down and only take what we need, for the sake of the Clan."

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F.M: "I've been told a lack tact. Honestly? I see it as a service. At least you know where you stand with me. I just believe in being straightforward. Saves time and energy."

.

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MOON 30:

Mom: "Did you see Heathertree earlier today, Burnetshriek? Oh, StarClan, it was the funniest thing ever! They mistook a twig for a fox and flew, like, five fox-lengths into the air! Hahahaha!"

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Midgefreckle: "Hey...I saw you hanging out with Palekit earlier. They're a fun cat, huh? It was good, seeing them make you laugh so hard, heh...Way harder than I ever could...[Midge smiles, but their eyes flash with something potent and fearful].

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Privetdusk: [Talking with Beaver].

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Yewstripe: "Burnetshriek, can I ask you something? [...] ....Do you think that I'm doing enough for the Clan? It might be a silly question, I know. I'm practically always on patrols, or helping the apprentices patch up dens, or whatever, but does that all really matter if you feel like you aren't making a different? All I've ever wanted was to help my Clan and to be someone other cats can look up to. I want to be able to inspire someone to work even harder, just like I was. But sometimes, it just feels like I'm getting nowhere, like I'm barely making a difference. My whole life, I have been trying to live up to my Clanmates' expectations, maybe even more than that! But now, it's starting to feel like the pawsteps I'm trying to fill are too big. I appreciate you for being patient while I work through all of this. Just know that I'm trying, okay? I promise I'm doing my best."

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Mate (Heathertree): [Stretches out under a sunbeam, in the clearing where cats must step over them].

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MOON 36:

Mom: "HEY!!! You leave them alone! [...] Ugh. Can you believe how cruel some cats are, Burnetshriek? A bunch of apprentices were trying to convince these two kits to sneak out of camp...what a bunch of mouse-brains. [...] No matter what, don't let anyone try to pressure you into doing something you don't think is right. Go with your gut, and stick with your own values. That's what's really important."

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Midgefreckle: "Oh, hey, Burnetshriek, can I talk to you about something? [...] I saw a rogue out on patrol today. I managed to chase him off the territory, but then I got carried away, and...well, I kept following him. I don't know what I was trying to do. He just kept making me so angry! Calling me weak...calling me a failure...saying I was a disappointment to my Clan. Eventually, I realized what I was doing, and I let him go. But I couldn't stop thinking about those things he said...Sorry. What am I doing? I'm being such a downer today...Thanks for being here for me, Burnetshriek." [Midge presses their head into Burnet's shoulder and sighs into their fur].

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Privetdusk: [Burnet tries to sneak up, but Privet knocks them with his tail]. "I can tell it's you by just the sound of your pawsteps, dummy! Haha!"

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Yewstripe: "Hm? What's that? You want to know if we can train together?...I work best alone. But...thank you for asking."

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Mate: "Hey, Burnetshriek! You're looking a lot better than yesterday! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're healing up pretty nice! The medicine cat says you should be outta here in no time, which is good, since I'm starting to go crazy without you around...If you don't get better soon, then...Hehe. Let's not even talk about that. Bad luck."

.

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MOON 42:

Mom: [Burnet asks Beaver why they chose to become a medicine cat]. "Ah, well, that's easy...the medicine den is full of adventure! I get to explore far and wide gathering all sorts of different herbs, collaborating with medicine cats across territories, and literally commune with the dead! That's plenty of excitement, no? You might think you know life-or-death situations on the battlefield, but here in the medicine den are where the stakes are really high. My decisions could be the difference between a Clanmate surviving, or joining our warrior ancestors. It's terrifying...But thrilling, too! There's lots of different paths a cat can take in this world, but I know this is the path for me. Can you say the same?"

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Midgefreckle: "Sometimes, I wonder if I'd be happier just living out on my own, as a loner. Away from all the pressures and hierarchies of Clan life, just free to wander and live my life. But then, if I were a loner, I wouldn't have you, would I? No...No, that just wouldn't do."

.

Privetdusk: [Gossiping].

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Yewstripe: "StarClan...I just can't sleep. My mind's telling me to keep working! Ever feel this way, Burnetshriek?"

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Mate: "Oh, Burnetshriek! Are you goin on a hunting patrol? [...] Can I come along? I'm more than happy to help if you need me to!"

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MOON 48:

Mom: "Burnetshriek, your fur's standing up in the back, let me get it for ya...Hahaha, okay, okay, I'll stop! You may be grown now, but you'll always be a kit in my eyes."

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Midgefreckle: "Oh, hi, Burnetshriek. You wanted to speak to me? [...] Sure, I suppose I'm not busy. The Clan has been well recently, hasn't it? Heathertree seemed in a pleasent mood, judging from the slight spring in their step. I'm genuinly glad for them, the day is ours for the taking, and I'm glad everyone's ready for it."

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Yewstripe: "I love you, Burnetshriek. And...I'm sorry if I don't say it enough, either. Without you, I don't know what I'd do."

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Mate: "There are days when I wonder about the purpose of love...But then, I look at you, and I'm reminded.

.

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MOON 54:

Mom: Y'know, Sega was gushing to me earlier about what a good job you're doing. The whole time, I was just going, 'Yep, that's my kit!' Hehe! Keep up the good work, kitto. I think everyone else is starting to notice, too!"

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Midgefreckle: "Hmm...so you're expecting. I...well, I guess it means more mouths to feed, more noise in the camp. But maybe, just maybe, they might bring...something. I don't know, a kind of fresh perspective to the Clan, maybe."

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Yewstripe: "Say..ahh, what do you think about Mouseshadow? I mean, like, me and Mouseshadow. Do you think we would make a good pair? [...] I dunno. I just...value your opnion, I guess. I really like them, but asking someone to be your mate? It's a big decision. Plus, I have no idea if they even feel the same way! I just don't want to make a mistake and end up heartbroken..."

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Mate: "Our kits are gonna be the cutest, I already know it! I can't help but be excited for the tiny little paws running the camp soon. You'll let me visit, won't you?"

BURNET IS PREGNANT!

That means our character cast will expand, so I'll save the continuation for another post, so keep a look out!

As for now, who are your suspicions on, and why do you suspect them?

[scribbledquillz]

F5 for Wen and Rev c:

A23 for Imakai

If you would like two c:

Dragon Age Inspired Dialogue Prompts

Hello Mo! <33 Thank you for the prompts! I fully intend to do the one for Kai as well, but will post it separately when I'm able to write it. In the meantime please enjoy our two being adorable. : 3

A Moment in the Storm

The squall had swept in off the Waking Sea with all the subtlety of a cudgel, and wasted no time in battering the whole of Denerim with torrential rain and thunder the likes of which only the heat of late summer could provide. Miraculously the old warehouse's roof seemed to be doing a passable job in keeping out the worst of the weather. Yes, the far wall was half collapsed and its cover along with it, but aside from a gust here and there blowing in the odd spatter of damp, it had remained quite comfortable in this quiet corner of its loft.

The walk home they really aught to be taking soon, however -

"Shit."

Wen stirred beside Revka, the heavy scent of old burlap and cotton wafting about the both of them with the motion. Her nose wrinkled as she stared out at the sheets of rain racing over the harbor, mouth set in a bitter curl.

"Well, isn't that just wonderful. We'll both look like drowned rats by the time we make it home now. Drowned, guilty rats."

It was Revka's turn to frown out at the weather, though not for precisely the same grievances as Wen. The night might not have been young any longer, but it should have still been far from finished. She'd hoped they'd have at least another hour or two here before the rain picked up. It had been too long since they'd last been able to slip away to their hideaway, to share a quiet night of chatter over nothing without the weight of home life on either of their shoulders. Where it was just Arianwen and Revka.

Just how she liked it to be.

"Not if we wait 'til morning."

The suggestion was off of her tongue the moment it formed in her head. Wen's eyes flicked to her, looking as though she couldn't decide whether to be more surprised or bemused.

"You're having me on, aren't you," she said, humor winning out and flashing in the toothy grin she shot over a shoulder. "You want to stay out all night. Little miss responsibilities and obligations. What happened to that big day helping your Mam tomorrow you were just whining about?"

Revka's face felt warmer than she'd have preferred it too, though she didn't let that stop her from answering Wen's jab with a huff. "Forget I mentioned it, then."

"Oh come off it, Rev," Wen said, one of the pilfered grapes in the bowl between them plucked up and lobbed at Revka's head. "Don't go all sour on me now! You were just about to prove my Pa right - maybe I am a terrible influence on you."

"Absolute worst there is."

The same grape went flying back at Wen, who caught it easily with a laugh and tossed it into her mouth.

"So?" Revka asked after a moment's silence. She didn't like how much anticipation she could hear in her voice, stomach flopping awkwardly at the sound. "You staying with me or not?"

Wen slumped unceremoniously back to her place in their nest of piled sacks.

"Of course I am," she said as she settled her head into the crook of Revka's arm. An old, comfortable habit that poked at something warm and flitting in Revka's chest. "Just thought you would never ask, that's all. Besides-" Wen gestured out to the storm raging past the crumbling mortar and lumber. "I haven't gotten to watch a storm like this in ages. Can't miss our chance, can we?"

"Right." Revka drew in a long breath, only letting it go when the next peal of thunder roared loud enough to hide the tremble in it. "Wouldn't want to miss this."

[somewotzolahniiofficial]

DEMI & SANTOS PART 1. SANTOS' POV

The character list is in the start of Part 1. Demi's pov <3

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Part 1. Santos POV

The coffee maker ground down on the beans, making a horrid noise that almost made me tear my aid out then and there. The only reason I even had it in was because Harlyn wasn’t home, and “I had to hear if anyone was at the door.” Not that I’d answer the door because no one ever knocked when Harlyn’s car wasn’t in the driveway. Even the postman would just leave my stuff at the door for me to find. Speaking of the postman.. My new aid should have been here by now..

The coffee maker buzzed, signaling me that my coffee was done. I would normally stay away from coffee and energy drinks. They made me too tired to do anything, but in this case, it's what I wanted. A commission came through a few weeks ago for a painting, and I needed it finished by tomorrow, so I pulled a few all-nighters until it was done. Now I just needed the Coffee to help me catch up on sleep.

The bright blue mug warms my hands up nicely, and I bring it to my mouth. The steaming liquid burns my tongue, and I wince, scrunching my eyes. Ouchie. Putting the mug on the counter to cool down, I walk into the office, scuffing papers around the desk. I like the way that the paper feels on my fingers, while also being ticklish. I smile, standing there and running my fingers over the edges of the paper, then a loud knock I’ve only heard a few times comes into contact with my Aid. My muscles tense up, and my fingers freeze on their spot on the paper. If there was a knock on the door, that means someone's there. Harlyns good at interacting with people. I am not. Maybe I could pretend not to be here, or I could fake being sick. My body leans ever so slightly to the left so I can see who’s out there. And that's when I make eye contact. Now I have to go out there. My hands begin to shake, and my leg bounces on the carpet. It’s ok. You can do this. Slowly, I move to the door and turn the handle. My head creeps so I can take a look at this person properly. 

Murky brown eyes meet my dark ones, and I swear I feel my organs turning inside out. People were never my strong point, and I always had Harlyn talk for me. But never in my life have I been on my own with a woman besides my mother. My eyes scan everything else but her, failing to take a good look at her. There's a little brown dog walking along side the old man that works at the Service building on fridays, then my eyes fall on a brown box in the woman's hands. I think I know what it is. It might be my parcel. But that was at my address. "Hi. My name's Demi, and I live next door in the little apartment with the flowers around the windows. A parcel got dropped at my door yesterday with this address on it, so I thought I'd give it back and see if it was yours." Her voice only makes me more anxious. It's quite nice, given I can hear it through the one aid I have on. Maybe this is my parcel. I know the house she’s talking about. When I go for walks in the mornings, I stop to watch the birds that live on the roof make nests. Harlyn always tells me he doesn't think anyone lives there because there's never any parties. Not that I’d hear or go to them.

Her arm extends to hold the parcel out, and I take it with shaky hands. My fingers run around the corners of the box, smoothing them out. This is where Harlyn would say something, so I try my best. “So that's where it went.” A chuckle musters out of my mouth. By force, though. I don’t know if that's the right thing to do in this situation. My fingers run over the brown packaging tape, picking at the sides. “Thank you for uh- bringing it back. It's kinda important.” There's a shake in my voice that makes my throat go dry. At least there wasn’t a stutter. I don’t tell her what's in the parcel. What if she’s like everyone else? She doesn't have to know that I lost my Aid. She doesn't have to know that I’m deaf. I place the package down on a table just out of sight from the door, and turn back to her. My fingers are tapping my thigh, itching for something to do. Usually, I’d have a Tangle rope or something with me, but I stopped bringing them with me when I had to talk to people. I noticed their attention wouldn’t be focused on our conversation, and they’d start acting differently.

“My name’s Santos, it’s nice to meet you..” Good job. Harlyn told me if I was ever speaking to someone, to tell them who I was and to be friendly. I hope he can see this when he checks the cameras. 

Demi- I think her name seems like a nice person. Her eyebrows furrow from time to time, but I think that's just her thinking. I notice she’s very interested in the way I look, which isn’t a very big surprise. I’ve found people look at my skin everywhere I go. Perks of having Vitiligo, Harlyn said. Demi seems to avoid eye contact and only looks at me when I’m not looking. Her freckles are nice, they remind me of my mother's.

“That's ok. It's nice to at least know someone in the neighborhood besides frats." She giggles, and I almost smile at the way it sounds. I don’t enjoy hearing very much, but I enjoy the sound of her. I don’t know what a frat is, but I’m sure Harlyn will let me know. Maybe they’re like normal people. Or possibly people she’s friends with-

"Will I catch you later then..?" Her voice focuses me back onto the moment, and I give my best nod. I hope I can see her later. Maybe she’ll be a friend. Harlyn said I should make more friends, but I don’t think he understands how people feel about me.

"Yeah. Catch you later." I manage to mumble out. Don’t seem too enthusiastic, or others might perceive you as too eager. I think back to a book I read some time ago about how to make friends. Opportunities to make friends don’t happen very much, so maybe this will work.

Now that she’s not looking at me, I look at her. Demi seems like she’s about to freeze and turn blue. For Japan’s snowy weather, she’s not dressed very well, she’s more dressed for fall. She needs long pants, some boots, and fuzzy socks. Maybe she can’t get clothes. Mother told me I should help people when I can. So I hold my arms out. Minoru loved hugs, he was the one who taught me to hug people when they’re sad. Demi looks at me, and for a moment, I think she’s going to walk away. The look on her face says it all. Then I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. I smile, squeezing her, but trying to be gentle. She is only small. She smells floral. Something made for spring but brings joy in winter. I think I like that.

I unwrap my arms from her and try my best not to seem too excited. I think I only have a small grin on my face anyway. My hand raises, and I wave at her before closing the door. My head turns to the security camera in the hallway, and I grin big and wave. Hopefully, Harlyn catches that.My legs run down the hallway and up the stairs, forgetting the parcel still in the hall. I run into my bedroom, dodging the canvases and pencils scattered along the floor from my commissions, and stop at the curtain. Slowly, I peek my head around the curtain, grinning. Demi is sitting in her car, looking like she’s warming up. I duck back when she turns her head, hoping she doesn't see me as she looks over the road to leave, then I land onto my bed with a flop. My hand reaches for a stuffed duck plushie I’ve had since I was 9 and grin at it, cuddling it close. I’m so proud of myself. I can’t wait to tell Harlyn.

[somewotzolahnii]

DEMI & SANTOS PART 1. SANTOS' POV

Hey boo's. Santos' POV is here FINALLY. It only took me 3 hours to write because of procrastination I hope you enjoy, and follow the new Tumblr page: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/somewotzolahniiofficial Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/SomewotZolahnii

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Part 1. Santos POV

The coffee maker ground down on the beans, making a horrid noise that almost made me tear my aid out then and there. The only reason I even had it in was because Harlyn wasn’t home, and “I had to hear if anyone was at the door.” Not that I’d answer the door because no one ever knocked when Harlyn’s car wasn’t in the driveway. Even the postman would just leave my stuff at the door for me to find. Speaking of the postman.. My new aid should have been here by now..

The coffee maker buzzed, signaling me that my coffee was done. I would normally stay away from coffee and energy drinks. They made me too tired to do anything, but in this case, it's what I wanted. A commission came through a few weeks ago for a painting, and I needed it finished by tomorrow, so I pulled a few all-nighters until it was done. Now I just needed the Coffee to help me catch up on sleep.

The bright blue mug warms my hands up nicely, and I bring it to my mouth. The steaming liquid burns my tongue, and I wince, scrunching my eyes. Ouchie. Putting the mug on the counter to cool down, I walk into the office, scuffing papers around the desk. I like the way that the paper feels on my fingers, while also being ticklish. I smile, standing there and running my fingers over the edges of the paper, then a loud knock I’ve only heard a few times comes into contact with my Aid. My muscles tense up, and my fingers freeze on their spot on the paper. If there was a knock on the door, that means someone's there. Harlyns good at interacting with people. I am not. Maybe I could pretend not to be here, or I could fake being sick. My body leans ever so slightly to the left so I can see who’s out there. And that's when I make eye contact. Now I have to go out there. My hands begin to shake, and my leg bounces on the carpet. It’s ok. You can do this. Slowly, I move to the door and turn the handle. My head creeps so I can take a look at this person properly. 

Murky brown eyes meet my dark ones, and I swear I feel my organs turning inside out. People were never my strong point, and I always had Harlyn talk for me. But never in my life have I been on my own with a woman besides my mother. My eyes scan everything else but her, failing to take a good look at her. There's a little brown dog walking along side the old man that works at the Service building on fridays, then my eyes fall on a brown box in the woman's hands. I think I know what it is. It might be my parcel. But that was at my address. "Hi. My name's Demi, and I live next door in the little apartment with the flowers around the windows. A parcel got dropped at my door yesterday with this address on it, so I thought I'd give it back and see if it was yours." Her voice only makes me more anxious. It's quite nice, given I can hear it through the one aid I have on. Maybe this is my parcel. I know the house she’s talking about. When I go for walks in the mornings, I stop to watch the birds that live on the roof make nests. Harlyn always tells me he doesn't think anyone lives there because there's never any parties. Not that I’d hear or go to them.

Her arm extends to hold the parcel out, and I take it with shaky hands. My fingers run around the corners of the box, smoothing them out. This is where Harlyn would say something, so I try my best. “So that's where it went.” A chuckle musters out of my mouth. By force, though. I don’t know if that's the right thing to do in this situation. My fingers run over the brown packaging tape, picking at the sides. “Thank you for uh- bringing it back. It's kinda important.” There's a shake in my voice that makes my throat go dry. At least there wasn’t a stutter. I don’t tell her what's in the parcel. What if she’s like everyone else? She doesn't have to know that I lost my Aid. She doesn't have to know that I’m deaf. I place the package down on a table just out of sight from the door, and turn back to her. My fingers are tapping my thigh, itching for something to do. Usually, I’d have a Tangle rope or something with me, but I stopped bringing them with me when I had to talk to people. I noticed their attention wouldn’t be focused on our conversation, and they’d start acting differently.

“My name’s Santos, it’s nice to meet you..” Good job. Harlyn told me if I was ever speaking to someone, to tell them who I was and to be friendly. I hope he can see this when he checks the cameras. 

Demi- I think her name seems like a nice person. Her eyebrows furrow from time to time, but I think that's just her thinking. I notice she’s very interested in the way I look, which isn’t a very big surprise. I’ve found people look at my skin everywhere I go. Perks of having Vitiligo, Harlyn said. Demi seems to avoid eye contact and only looks at me when I’m not looking. Her freckles are nice, they remind me of my mother's.

“That's ok. It's nice to at least know someone in the neighborhood besides frats." She giggles, and I almost smile at the way it sounds. I don’t enjoy hearing very much, but I enjoy the sound of her. I don’t know what a frat is, but I’m sure Harlyn will let me know. Maybe they’re like normal people. Or possibly people she’s friends with-

"Will I catch you later then..?" Her voice focuses me back onto the moment, and I give my best nod. I hope I can see her later. Maybe she’ll be a friend. Harlyn said I should make more friends, but I don’t think he understands how people feel about me.

"Yeah. Catch you later." I manage to mumble out. Don’t seem too enthusiastic, or others might perceive you as too eager. I think back to a book I read some time ago about how to make friends. Opportunities to make friends don’t happen very much, so maybe this will work.

Now that she’s not looking at me, I look at her. Demi seems like she’s about to freeze and turn blue. For Japan’s snowy weather, she’s not dressed very well, she’s more dressed for fall. She needs long pants, some boots, and fuzzy socks. Maybe she can’t get clothes. Mother told me I should help people when I can. So I hold my arms out. Minoru loved hugs, he was the one who taught me to hug people when they’re sad. Demi looks at me, and for a moment, I think she’s going to walk away. The look on her face says it all. Then I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. I smile, squeezing her, but trying to be gentle. She is only small. She smells floral. Something made for spring but brings joy in winter. I think I like that.

I unwrap my arms from her and try my best not to seem too excited. I think I only have a small grin on my face anyway. My hand raises, and I wave at her before closing the door. My head turns to the security camera in the hallway, and I grin big and wave. Hopefully, Harlyn catches that. My legs run down the hallway and up the stairs, forgetting the parcel still in the hall. I run into my bedroom, dodging the canvases and pencils scattered along the floor from my commissions, and stop at the curtain. Slowly, I peek my head around the curtain, grinning. Demi is sitting in her car, looking like she’s warming up. I duck back when she turns her head, hoping she doesn't see me as she looks over the road to leave, then I land onto my bed with a flop. My hand reaches for a stuffed duck plushie I’ve had since I was 9 and grin at it, cuddling it close. I’m so proud of myself. I can’t wait to tell Harlyn.

[skarletchains]

"...I love you,Kurapika" It was cold inside the car and Senritsus breath left white lines in the air. The car parked at the side of the street was wrapped in the heavy rainfall like in a thick, grey veil that did not allowed to look any farer than few meters on the highway that was so empty of cars as if ashed clean by the rain. The woolblanket from the cartrunk wrapped around them, Senritsu and Kurapika sat on the driversseat in the coldness:her on his lap, her shoulder against his chest and her cheek resting on his shoulder with every quiet breath tickling around Kurapikas chin. "I am sorry.",Senritsus melodic voice was very quiet, barely a whisper that was swallowed by the heavy drumming of the rain against the car. Under the blanket she held one of his hands in her smaller ones, her fingers tapping against the back of his hand: "...I know you want to hear me say that more often, but-"

The tapping against the back of Kurapikas hand became hasty, nervouse, tensed: "-...it feels like I am claiming you. Like you have to answer to me just because I feel that about you.I am not- I would never- ...I do not want you to feel like you are forced to answer to me. Or forced to stay with me just because I feel that way about you-" Her small hands squeezed his lovingly, but the woman noticed a second too late that this was also in a way chaining him to her and- carefully, gently, softly, as if he was made of fragile glass- she let go of his hand and simply tapped her fingertips against the back of his hand. The rainfall was very loud against the roof of he car, deafening even with the far away thunder slowly creeping towards them like a hunting carnivore: "I am sorry"

In the darkness inside the car that had become their small and somewhat cozy nest, a smile began to appear on Kurapika's face. A smile that grew large, even showing his teeth but whose image was swallowed by the darkness that enveloped them. His heart beat with happiness at those words and Kurapika was humming softly to himself upon hearing it.

However, that smile was quickly erased and his heart became heavy when he heard her apologize. He even got disappointed when she let go of his hand. He liked her holding him, he liked feeling that she needed him, that she wanted him by her side, he liked feeling that she loved him as much as he loved her.

He let her speak patiently, and then simply sighed. "Take my hand again and squeeze it, I want you to do it" He said confidently with his words before pausing slightly to accommodate the answer in his mind. "Senritsu… I don't know why you feel that expressing your feelings makes me feel obligated to do something. In any case, I know that you love me, even without saying it, and I don't feel pressured to do anything. Saying it out loud doesn't change anything."

Kurapika's eyes looked out of the car, a gray cloak didn't let him see it much further than a few meters and he sighed again. "That's the good thing about a relationship with true love. You are free and you choose to be by my side. I am free and I choose to be by your side. We both choose each other day by day despite having a whole world to choose from. You expressing your feelings to me doesn't make a pair of handcuffs suddenly appear that are tying me to you. I am still free, and I continue to choose you. Who taught you that by loving someone, this person is automatically tied to you with no escape? Love is having the freedom to choose every day, and every day we choose each other again."

In the darkness inside the car, Kurapika's eyes tried to find hers. "Just like it's nice to feel desired, it's also nice to feel that the other person wants you in their life, that they need you, that they want you by their side. Then it's up to each one to choose whether to stay or go, but never, never are those feelings chaining" The other hand that surrounded her body he gently pressed her against him. And Kurapika thought, thought and thought.

"I really like hearing it, it boosts my self-esteem, it makes me feel better. I like it when you tell me that you love me, when you show me that you want me by your side, when you show me that you need me. It makes me feel… useful, loved, desired,… valuable to you. But…" Slowly, his hand released its grip, letting her go if she wanted to. "I understand that it's not for everyone and that you feel uncomfortable… don't worry, you don't have to say it, you don't have to say any of that, your eyes don't lie and every time I look at them I know that you love me. You don't need to say anything."

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