#I am half alseep know that

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

what i say goes

a/n: ...i didn't really mean for this to turn out so cum focused, but oh well, it's not like i'm complaining about the result, it's stupid hot, it was just kind of an accident lol. whoops, welcome to cum city i guess. apparently i am your mayor. 

summary: sucking in a sharp breath, your weary head lifted slightly to make out in the low light, streaming in from the hallway through the open door, who it instead could be that had stirred you from your dreams because they couldn’t resist having a midnight snack. 

warnings: frat!ari levinson x innocent!reader x frat!andy barber, stepbro!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, college au, polyamory, kissing, corruption kink, somno, fucking while someone else is alseep in the bed right next to them, crying, dacryphilia, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, squirting, impact play, pain kink, oral, fingering, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay

word count: 4294

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A strangled whine crawled its way out of your lungs as you were drawn out of your slumber. Half asleep, it took you a while to realise that the sensation tickling at your core wasn’t a part of some dream. Goosebumps prickled your flesh as you noticed the duvet had been peeled from your naked form.

“S-Steve…” you hazily slurred, eyes still shut as your legs faintly shifted against the burly form, slotted in between them. A hot mouth was latched on your clit, still all sensitive and swollen how your stepbrother had railed you to sleep. 

As he sucked down harder, his beard rubbing your petals raw, your quivering hole clenched around nothing, causing another drop to leak out of the cum Steve had greedily filled you up with before he’d flopped down on the bed beside you and passed out nearly as quickly as you had.  

Though as his silky tongue swirled over your puffy pearl, sloppily making out with your sore cunt, your tired eyes finally blinked open, just enough for you to vaguely take in the dark surroundings of Steve’s room. But then when your head began to tilt to the side, twisting on the pillow from the scorching kisses smothering your tiny bundle of aching nerves, your squinted vision landed on your stepbrother, still softly snoring on the mattress beside you.

Sucking in a sharp breath, your weary head lifted slightly to make out in the low light, streaming in from the hallway through the open door, who it instead could be that had stirred you from your dreams because they couldn’t resist having a midnight snack. 

Your cunt immediately throbbed beneath his ravenous tongue as your gaze discovered that the man lying on his stomach, snugly between your thighs, was none other than the president of the fraternity. 

However, as soon as his eyes found your panicked ones in the dark, the quick reflexes that had made him a legend on the football field allowed him to then soar up and clasp a broad hand over your lips. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he swiftly hissed, his eyes scanning your own as you panted behind his palm. Hovering above you, he murmured, “don’t scream, okay?” before a faint nod then slowly tilted your head. 

“…Ari?” you whispered when he then slowly slipped his hand from your mouth, “wh-what are you doing?” 

“Doing my taxes,” his eyes on you promptly narrowed brashly to a squint, “what do you think I’m doing?” 

Shifting carefully to glance back over at Steve sleeping directly next to you both, you muttered, “but–”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Ari arrogantly cut in. 

“What?” you still struggled to comprehend the reality you’d woken up to, “I–”

“Hey, I am in charge around here,” he caught your chin and tilted your head back, forcing your wide eyes back upon him, “what I say goes, so I can do anything I fucking want, and what I want, is you,” he gazed down at you as if you were the only two in the bed, “and I say that your big stepbrother has kept you to himself for way too long. So what if he said that none of us could have you yet.” 

“He did what?” you gasped, your eyes briefly flying back to Steve’s broad back twisted towards you. 

“Oh, he’s just being greedy,” a shiver ran down your spine as he then pushed himself up to sit back on his knees, before his fingers then caught the waistband of his boxers, and he tugged them down enough for his hard cock to spring free of its binds and smack into his lower abs, “just don’t tell him… not that I think he’d actually do anything about it, I mean, what would he do? Deny his president? Not in a million fucking years. He knows better than to say no to me.” 

“…but what if Steve gets mad at me…” you blinked up at him as your stomach threatened to coil into aching knots. 

A bright grin then twisted up his features as he peered down at you, his girth throbbing in his grasp as he purred, “who in their right mind could ever be mad at you, huh?” before he then tilted closer and dragged the bulbous tip of him through the glistening seam of your cunt, making you whine softly into the night. 

“Alright,” you panted, “but just please be gentle,” your eyes flickered down to catch sight of his dick nudging against your puffy pussy, “I’m still really sore…” 

“Really?” a dark chuckle quietly slipped from his lips, “because to me, it looks like she wants it rough. She wants me to be mean to her, bully her so good, just like she deserves,” he smirked at the way that you squirmed as he tapped the weight of him against your petals, before then sweeping down to smear against the cream still slowly leaking out of your wrecked fuckhole, “look at that… shit, he sure did leave you fucking messy…” 

“B-but–, ah!” he narrowly managed to cover your mouth again as he suddenly slammed the entirety of his length inside of you, using the sticky load already inside of you as lube. 

“See?” a sickening squelch echoed throughout your stepbrother’s room as Ari then brashly rolled his hips, “doesn’t that feel better?” 

As you struggled to wrangle the moan that his impulsivity had forced out of your lungs, you tugged his hand away from your lips, just enough for you to squeak breathlessly, “o-oh my g-god! A-Ari! It’s too–, fuck!” 

But your whining only made him smirk as he continued to stare down at how you clenched around his fat girth, “damn, I thought you’d already been broken in! Apparently not good enough,” he then snapped his hips with more force, fucking through your tightness. 

“It's so much, it’s too much–” 

“Shh, shut up,” he clambered a palm back over your mouth as moans began to bubble up your throat, “be fucking quiet and take it,” he growled as he sloped down over you till his lips nearly skimmed against the back of his own hand, firmly clasped over the lower half of your face, “toys don’t talk.” 

You could barely keep your eyes open as your body jostled on the mattress at the rhythm of his greedy pace. 

“Holy fucking shit, you’re fucking strangling me here… gonna make me cum in no time,” he groaned, “such a perfect little pussy. What is this, your third time–, maybe fourth, that a cock’s stretched this tiny baby cunt out?” he croaked before you shakily held up six of your fingers in the sliver of space between you, “oh, this is only your number six, huh? He’s fucked you five times already and you still feel like this? Damn…” his hefty balls smack against your slick skin, “and you just let your big stepbro cum inside of your pretty pussy too, fuck… pump you full of cum… you gonna let me do that too, huh? Yeah, you are, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll fuck his load out of you first, before I fill you up…” 

Ari then abruptly pulled out only to smack the palm, that wasn’t plastered against your mouth, down upon your messy pussy, repeating the swift action till you were dripping even more and he then once more buried himself in your warmth. Though after the harsh stings, once his thick dick was yet again plugging you up, your cunt couldn’t help but clamper down around him.

“Look at you,” he swiftly began to chuckle, “you’re fucking squirting already?” his pace didn’t slow in the slightest as you gushed messily around his girth, “who the fuck gave you permission to squirt all over my cock, huh? Bad fucking girl. You just can’t help yourself from making a cute little mess, huh?” he kept on fucking you through it, dragging out your orgasm for what felt like an eternity as your body convulsed beneath him, “did I tell you that you could fucking do that? Did I tell you that you could cum? No,” his words barely seeped through your haze, “so you don’t fucking do it. Hold it, ask for permission, don’t fucking pull that shit again with me or you’ll regret it,” his intense stare imprisoned your weak gaze before he then sighed, “well, since nobody else has bothered to, I guess I’ll just have teach you some self-control myself…” 

Just then, your stepbrother suddenly shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his back and shifting just a tad bit closer to you both. Each of you froze up at once as your eyes darted off to the side, Ari’s broad hand still pressed over your mouth. 

And when the frat boy that stretched you out was sure that Steve was still asleep, he then began to pick his pace back up, gradually working his way back to the fevered rhythm he’d granted himself previously. 

Some movement then caught your vision, as out of the corner of your eye, someone passed by out in the hallway, before the figure then circled back to eclipse the doorway. 

“Fucking shit!” you then heard Ari moan quietly as he came undone, “that little pussy’s too fucking good, damn…” he finally slipped his palm away from your lips to instead smother them with a breathless kiss. 

“A-Ari?” you then patted his wide shoulder once the peck had ceased, before you weakly pointed to the figure by the door. 

“Oh,” Ari simply exhaled when he twisted his neck to spot who was standing in the threshold, “hey, Andy,” he smiled at his right-hand man, “enjoying the show?”

“Is he fucking sleeping?” Andy whispered as he nodded to Steve in the bed beside you both, “holy shit…” 

“Wait, why are you–,” a gasp slipped from your lungs as you glanced to Ari, “I thought this was supposed to be a secret.”

“Oh, Andy’s just Andy,” he simply shrugged, “my vice president won’t run his mouth if I don’t let him,” he uttered before glancing back over his shoulder, “will you?” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Andy’s head gently shook. 

Blinking between them a moment as you fought not to drown in the shock that washed over you, the two men kept up their alarmingly casual tone as Ari then offered. 

“You want a go? I already lubed her up for you,” and it took you a second for it to sink in that he was referring to the hot load that he’d just spilt into you, his cock still plugging you up and keeping his seed inside. 

“Not in here,” Andy shook his head as he smirked in your direction, “I wanna hear her squeal and moan for it…” 

As Ari then got up from the bed, causing the mattress to dip enough for you to shoot a nervous glance to your slumbering stepbrother, he then picked you up and draped you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one of your palms quickly soaring up to clasp over your mouth to muffle the yelp that promptly bubbled out at his manhandling. 

Carrying you out to the hallway and into his own bedroom directly to the right at the very end of the corridor, he then dropped you down the bed in the middle of the room. For a moment as he let himself loom above you, standing tall at the foot of the mattress, the wild look in his eye made you think that he was about to ravage you all over again, but instead, to your amazement, his feet then began to shift away from you before he took a seat in the chair by his desk, swirling it around for his stare to stay glued on you. 

Shutting the door behind him, Andy then stripped off his clothes, each long step that carried him closer towards where you lied cost a single item of clothing. Once no more fabric covered his burly frame, he propped a knee up onto the mattress before joining you on the bed. 

Parting your thighs, he craned down to get an embarrassingly close look at your pussy. His touch sneaked up to ghost the broad pad of a thumb over your messy folds, making you jump slightly in sensitivity as his thick finger shifted down to your entrance, slowly leaking with Ari’s cum, “so fucking pretty…” he murmured before his digit stuffed some of the jizz back inside your haven. 

Andy then layed down beside you before he dragged your exhausted form up on top of his own. 

His grip drug into your hips as he then huffed, “well, go on,” before his broad palm swiftly collided with your bottom, “that dick isn’t gonna ride itself.” 

“Huh?” you panted as the sinful situation you’d woken up to had you feeling as if you were still dreaming. 

“Have you seriously already fucked that brain out of her?” the man below you shot a brief look over your shoulder at Ari.

“Well, she was kind of already half broken when I found her,” the frat’s president shrugged, “but sure, I’ll gladly take the credit.” 

Sweeping his hands up your frame, Andy then captured your face and tilted it for your eyes to feebly find his, “sink that little pussy down on my cock, sweetheart,” he repeated in a clear yet impatient tone.

Blindly, you clumsily reached down between your bodies as you shakily raised yourself up just enough to let your arm pass. As you found his hard length, your cheek smooshed further into his palm as he held your face steady before him instead of allowing it to crash down onto his chest, letting himself absorb and revel in each little twitch that flickered over your features as you nudged the tip of his dick against your opening. 

Weakly rubbing the thick cockhead against your dripping core, you then finally made your hips tilt, but just as the very tip of him carefully popped inside, you then lost your balance and came crashing down against him, the entire length of him slamming inside of you in one fell swoop. 

He didn’t seem to care how the tumble had knocked the wind right out of you or how whines escaped you as you tried to catch your breath, your poor pussy fluttering around him in an effort to comprehend the sudden stretch. 

“Come on,” he let go of your head to smack your butt, “bounce that ass for me.” 

And though you shakily tried, it was without success. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered against his chest, “I can’t…” 

“What? You can’t fuck yourself on my cock?” he uttered in a mocking tone. 

“It’s too much, I can’t, my legs they–,” your thighs quivered on either side of his hips as you fruitlessly attempted to raise yourself up once again, “I’m sorry…” 

“Aw, baby…” his thumb briefly found your cheek in a soft stroke, “look at you… too fucking exhausted to work for that nut, huh?” he ushered your hazy gaze to find his own as he peered down at you, melted down against his pecs, “but you want it, don’t you? You wanna be a good little cumslut and take my load as well, right? Or else you’ll just hurt my feelings…”

��No, I do,” your words slurred slightly as you blinked up at him. Though you feared your poor body wasn’t able to keep going, the burning desire not to make the devastatingly handsome man that you lied upon even a little bit sad, drove you to murmur, “I’m sorry, I just can’t–, ughh!” before his grip then dented your ass and he began to move your hips for you. 

“Well then I guess I’ll just take care of it myself,” he croaked as he began to fuck Ari’s cum deeper inside of you, “I’ve got you,” he simply smirked as he let you smother your face further into his chest, almost as if you were trying to bury yourself and hide from the intenseness as he kept on rocking you on top of him, “you can just rest.” 

The pattern he rapidly formed, of lifting your hips all the way up before sinking your pussy right back down onto his cock, was then shattered as his own hips began to move beneath you, bucking up into your warmth till you felt your eyes begin to roll in your skull. 

“Ari…” you weakly whined against Andy’s skin as even you began to hear how your cunt squelched sinfully each time the details of his cock dragged against your g-spot. 

“Yes, baby?” you heard from the other side of the room. 

“I think I’m gonna cum again,” you nearly cried as you dug your teeth into your bottom lip, “can I–… can I, please?” 

“Since you asked so nicely,” he huffed, “sure, go ahead,” before you then squirted again, your quivering hole even forcing Andy’s dick out completely as your pussy continued to gush, “that’s it… that’s my girl…” Ari groaned before his fellow frat boy reached down to slip his cock right back in, only allowing you to be free of his girth for what felt like a second before he buried himself once more, although Andy did grant you the serenity of staying still once he’d sunk you back down onto his length, “and what do you say now?” you heard Ari fish. 

“Hm?” you hummed weakly as your velvety walls spasmed around Andy’s cock. 

“I just let you fucking cum, so what do you say?”

Your brow briefly knit together as you tried to scramble your foggy brain, “…t-thank you?” 

“Thank you, what?” 

“Thank you, Ari?” you tried in an unsure voice. 

“Well, I guess that’s good enough for now,” he chuckled lightly, “can always make you call me your president or sir another day,” his stare on your cunt then intensified, marvelling at how you clenched around Andy’s dick, “fuck… how does she feel right now? Because that pussy’s grip around your cock looks so fucking tight,” you could vaguely hear the slick passes of his fist as Ari was once again painfully hard and stroking his length.

“Dude, it’s insane…” Andy puffed beneath you, resisting the urge to pound through the throbbing descent of your high, “you wanna tap in again?” 

And the next thing you then knew, Ari had shot up from his seat before he’d plucked your frame off of Andy as if you were just a little doll in his grasp. Standing tall as he picked you up into his burly arms, a yelp then tumbled past your lips as he didn’t just readjust you in his grasp, but instead tossed you up even higher till he had you balanced on his shoulders and his face once again was buried against your puffy pussy for another taste. As he messily sucked your sore clit into his mouth, you feared momentarily that he might drop you, even though his strong grip on you stayed steady. 

As he safely slipped you back down and tangled your weak legs around his hips, he then began to guide you back down onto his cock, splitting you open all over again for him.

With his massive hands spread out wide beneath your ass, he sank you down upon him before lifting your frame back up, limp and trembling in his flexing arms. But then as the tenderness of your most recent high lingered and exacerbated the soreness that had already been aching ever since your stepbrother had fucked your last night, the agonising overstimulation brought on by Ari’s merciless efforts caused you to crumble even further and begin to cry, something that you didn’t notice till the man cradling you cockily pointed out. 

“Oh fuck…” to your horror, he somehow grew even harder inside of you as he spotted the tears that rolled down your cheeks, “that’s so hot,” his next few thrusts then couldn’t help but snap roughly against you. 

“What?” Andy murmured as he got up from the bed. 

“Look, she’s crying,” Ari smiled as you let your head fall to rest against his broad shoulder, “I love a girl who cries when it gets too much for her.” 

“Yeah? Is it too much, huh?” Andy crept closer before one of his hands snaked in between your forms to momentarily bully your swollen clit, “can that little pussy not take it anymore?” he slipped his fingers away again, awaiting an answer, though try as you might, only a moan came tumbling off your lips, “you want us to move on to that little ass instead?”

“N-no!” you somehow managed to whine. 

“No?” you felt Ari’s lips press against your temple as he spoke, “you sure? One of us could just stick it in at the end, who knows, you might even be too cockdrunk by now to notice the difference,” he bounced you in his arms as Andy reached out to tug crudely against your pebbly nipples. 

“D-don’t, please–”

“But I thought that little pussy was all sore and achy now, right?” Andy tilted his head to get closer to your own, “so don’t you wanna give her a little break? Unless of course you like it when it hurts a little bit.” 

“Oh, I bet she does,” Ari chuckled, “dirty little girl like her, spreading her legs for her own stepbrother. She for sure loves it.” 

“So then why don’t we just both use that pussy at the same time?” a gasp escaped you Andy then tapped his palm against the soft peaks of your tits, “if you don’t want it up the ass yet, you want us to ruin that cute cunt instead?” 

And as you weakly shook your head, drooling against Ari’s shoulder, you then felt a hum rumbled in his chest, “hm,” he pursed his lips as he blinked down at you, “I think that’s a no, unfortunately.”

“Oh well, at least we tried,” Andy respected it begrudgingly.

Shifting you in his hold, you winced slightly as Ari then slipped out of you, though your pussy didn’t get to stay empty for long as Andy swiftly settled in behind you and filled you up instead. Grunting into the back of your neck as his friend kept on holding you up, soon it wasn’t just Andy’s hips that snapped into the plush of your ass, enveloped by Ari’s broad hands, but the president of the frat had also begun bouncing you down to meet Andy’s efforts, offering his aid as he fucked you down upon his friend’s cock. 

When they had traded places once again, Andy curved around to where your head stayed melted down against Ari’s shoulder, eyes shut as sobbing moans flowed out of you. Tilting down, he pressed a kiss to your lips, his palm slipping up to the side of your face before the light tap he then patted against your cheek forced your heavy eyelids to flutter back open. A groan slipped from Ari as the brief smack had caused your cunt to clench down around him, rendering him to command his friend to keep going, which Andy happily complied with, his lips stealing brief pecks between the swift slaps he then dealt.

The pattern of their constant switching efficiently edged you, as each time one of them had their go with you, it would cruelly push you painfully close to cumming, before they then would trade places, constantly denying you of that delicious high and granting you just enough of a pause to fall back down again before it all then repeated over and over again till you felt as if you were losing your mind. 

But when the pending high crept up on you once again and began to blur your already hazy vision, you finally managed to part your lips and try to beg before Ari could once again deny you and pass your pussy back to his friend, “ca–…can I cum? P-please–” 

“No,” his voice felt like a sharp slap against your cheek and caused a strangled sob to slip out past your lips, “not until both of us have gotten our rocks off, you got it?”  

You tried your best to suppress it, put a lid over the boiling pot and hope that it didn’t explode as you dug your teeth into Ari’s shoulder in an effort to try and hold on. 

Luckily, your torture didn’t stretch on for too long before, one by one, they then spilt their seed inside of you. Andy was the first to pump you full, though his load quickly began to escape as soon as he withdrew his throbbing cock, as you were still cradled so high above the ground that gravity played its part. Though a lot of it did leak out and drip down onto the floor, some still remained inside of you and quickly mixed and mingled when Ari swiftly flooded your haven as well. 

Though as soon as his fat cock slipped out of you, Andy wasted no time reaching down and stuffing your drippy and creamy hole full with two of his thick fingers. He swiftly began to rock them inside of you so harshly that a meek cry burst from your lungs as your overly sensitive pussy once again squirted for them, gushing out their cum as well as he kept going until you nearly blacked out. 

And then, as your eyes fell shut once again and you exhaustedly melted further into Ari’s strong frame, you heard him murmur against your temple, “okay,” as he pressed a kiss above your brow, “let’s go tug you back into bed, angel.”

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[bruisedboys]

hi!! could you write something about r and finnick in the quarter quell and they are in an established relationship? maybe j how they are with each other in general, and how others perceive them? hope that makes sense xxx

hi lovely, you requested this forever ago but I hope you’re still around to read it!! thank you for your request x

finnick odair x tribute!reader (quarter quell)

“It’s so hot.”

Finnick hums beside you. You’re both stretched out on the damp jungle floor, sweat shining on your foreheads. It’s so sticky in here. Peeta’s alseep a little ways to your left, and you and Finnick are supposed to be asleep too, but it’s much too hot for that. Katniss is perched on a rock keeping watch.

Your boyfriend props himself up on one elbow. Despite the heat, despite the frankly terrible day you’ve had, despite everything, he’s still so pretty. And he’s still yours. For as long as you can both stay alive, at least.

“Do you want me to get you some more water?” He asks. The tips of his curls glow in the soft white moonlight. He brings a hand to your face and brushes some hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear. “Might help.”

You nod, turning your head to the side to kiss his palm. You think it’s sweet that he’s still trying to make this okay for you, even though it’s far from that. “That would be nice.”

“Alright. I’ll be two seconds, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

He squeezes your shoulder before getting up and moving away. You hear him ask Katniss for the spile, hear the thud thud thud as he knocks it into a tree.

A few quiet moments pass, and then there’s a soft rustling to your left. You startle, but it’s just Peeta, rolling onto his back. Apparently the heat’s keeping him up, too.

“He’s different to what I expected,” he says quietly.

You roll onto your side. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t know. I guess I just … didn’t expect him to be so nice. He’s really lovely to you.”

You hum. You get what he means. Finnick might put on a show of arrogance, but it’s nothing but that. Just a show, for the Capitol, for Snow. Alone with you, with the people he cares about, he’s the sun, warm and bright.

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “He’s lovely.”

Heavy footsteps crunch towards you and Finnick appears out of the half dark, a leaf cupped in his hand, water sloshing inside of it.

“Hey.” He kneels next to you, grinning, his dimples sinking into his tanned cheeks. “What’re we talking about?”

You lift yourself onto your elbows and smile at him. “Just you.”

“Oh, really?” Finnick raises his eyebrows as he gets one hand behind your back, helping you sit up properly. He brings the leaf to your mouth and helps you drink, his hand steady at the small of your back. “Were you telling Peeta how good of a boyfriend I am?”

Peeta audibly sighs, but you just smile at Finnick, properly lovelorn.

“Uh-huh,” you nod. “Something like that.”

Finnick grins wolfishly and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth.

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU:

2 am...

Kaiser, clears throat: Damn, I can't sleep at all

CD!Yn:zzzzzzz

Kaiser:...

Kaiser: You know, I am feeling very lonely and vulnerable today, I hope a Japanese midfielder won't try to take advantage of it!

CD!Yn: Zzzzzzzz

Kaiser: I SAID, I AM FEELING VERY-

CD!Yn throws a shoe at his head, knocking him out again*

CD!Yn, half alseep: Shut up! Luna and I are about to get married! Zzzzzz

Ness, startled awake: LUNA AND YOU WERE ABOUT TO WHAT?

[arminsumi]

I AM SO MAD AT TUMBLR RN???

JESUS.

i didn't know i posted that satoru smut draft???

WHAT istg when i edit on mobile it changes the thing to "post" and i think i hit post while i was half alseep BUT WHY DOES IT CHANGE BACK TO POST WHEN IM JUST EDITING LIKE

NAH TUMBLR U GOTTA FIX THIS THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING RN

im so sorry for ppl who saw it kjhbvbjk idc if it was enjoyable the point is it's a draft and i wasnt anywhere near done with it. im mad.

[terresdebrume]

Oh hey also, guess who's started on the next down on my knees installment x)

"Jenny."

Jenny's shoulders stiffen, and for a second it almost looks like she's trying to pretend like she hasn't heard Crystal, which in the one hand is kind of fair since she doesn't have a long lunch break, but on the other hand Crystal really, really needs some pointers right now.

"Jenny!" She hisses, like she needs to be quiet, "I need advice!"

"Why, Crystal?" Jenny sighs, slapping a hand on the table and levering Crystal with the most baleful glare in her repertoire—and Jenny's kind of the archetypal goth. She's really good at glaring. "Why do you keep coming to me for advice?"

"Do you see another adult in my life I could go to?" Crystal asks, wide eyed in disbelief. "I'm not asking you to be my fucking mom, I just want your opinion on something!"

"The deal was," Jenny says, visibly giving up on her sandwich and starting to fold the foil around it again, "that I don't ask questions and you don't bother me. I was very explicit when we signed the lease!"

"Okay, and how many times in the past year have I come to you for life advice?"

The answer is three times that Crystal can recall. When she first moved in and she didn't know how to get her colleagues at the supermarket to stop treating her like a baby, when she'd figured out she actually did want to go to college but wasn't sure if she should ask her parents to help her with it, and when that one random hookup decided to slip the condom off in the middle of things and she was so out of sorts she didn't remember [Planned Parenthood] was a thing until Jenny sat her in the car and drove her there. Three times in almost a year and a half really isn't that bad, honestly. Jenny must agree, too, because she heaves one last big sigh and gestures for Crystal to come into the kitchen and sit at the table.

"It's not gonna take that long, I promise," Crystal says as she sits down. "It's just. Remember how I told you I was bringing a guy home last night?"

Jenny's entire demeanor changes immediately.

"What did he do?" She demands, "Did he take your shit? Did he hurt you? Did he try to force you into something? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm okay!" Crystal promises, raising her hands as placatingly as she can manage. "I'm okay! He's nineteen too, his name is Charles, we had a lot of fun and in fact, I'm planning to ask for his number because he seems pretty cool."

Jenny frowns in a way that makes it really hard to remember she's only nine years older than Crystal and not her mom. Not that Crystal has that much experience seeing her mom react to her problems, since she doesn't go to her parents with them, but their assistants certainly seemed to make that face often. Crystal waits while Jenny's pinches the bridge of her nose and takes three big breaths, and then Jenny puts on the strained flat-mouthed expression that means 'I am thinking of different ways to kill you right now' to say:

"I fail to see what the problem is."

"Well," Crystal sacrossing her arms over her chest, "he's kind of uh. Still here."

Jenny glances up at her wall clock, which Crystal knows for a fact says it's about a quarter to one. Jenny make a considering face, then with an air of profound regret she says:

"At the risk of learning more about your sex life than I ever wanted to know, at what time did the two of you finish yesterday?"

That's also easy to know. Crystal hadn't planned on bringing anyone back yesterday because she wanted today free to take care of her hair and re-dye her tips, and whe's learned the hard way not to do that when she's exhausted. The only reason she asked Charles back, aside from the dimples and the easygoing nature and how he's the exact opposite of David so far, was because they ran into each other early and she figured coming home at midnight would give them time to have fun and still get some decent sleep. The last thing she remembers before falling alseep is watching her alarm clock tip over to one thirty in the morning.

"And you let him hang around for eleven extra hours?" Jenny exclaims, shocked.

"He's not 'hanging around'," Crystal corrects with the most sarcastic airquotes she can muster. "I know how to handle the morning after conversation! He's still asleep."

"Oh my fucking god!" says Jenny, dropping her head into her hands.

"I'm trying to be nice!" Crystal protests, but that doesn't stop Jenny from groaning for at least a minute straight.

[rustycopper4use]

Its Always Been You pt18

Kyoya’s Reluctant Day Out! Pt 18

(Kyoya x male reader)

 

 A soft hum of a fan fills the room, weakly blowing out air.  

   And here lies Y/n, despite his many efforts he couldn’t sleep. He’d blame the weather, he never really did well in the heat.

  He rubbed his eyes and groaned.

 His hand moved around before finding his phone. Turning it on as the white burned into his eyes.

   ‘2:00 am’

He scrolled through his contacts before sending a message.

 ‘Kyoya’

The message was left on read, he rolled his eyes.

 ‘Kyoya I know you’re still up’

Once again left on read.

 ‘I’m coming over’

‘The back door is unlocked.’

Y/n grinned before jumping out of bed.

   He hastily thrown on a hoodie and ran out the door. 

  The cool of the night greeted Y/n as he walked down the street. The slow glow of streetlights accompanying him.

  He turns the corner, looking up at the oh so familiar house. Quietly he walks to the back of the house, going towards the back door he turned the handle and walked in. 

  Heading towards Kyoya’s room a faint sound of typing was heard just beyond the door.

   He swings open the door.

 “So what are you working on, this time?”

Kyoya stared blankly, the computer light illuminating his face.

   “That bad huh?” 

   “ working yourself half to death cannot be good for your health.” Y/n notes, sitting on Kyoya’s bed.

   “It’s not ideal, however, it’s just a sacrifice I have to make to uphold the Ootori name.” He blankly states, pushing up his glasses.

  He continues typing away.

“If you say so.” Y/n lays on his bed, as a comforting wave of silence fills the room.

 As the two enjoyed each other’s company, after a brief amount of time, Kyoya closes his laptop, finally finished. 

  He gets up from his desk and hears towards his bed.

  He looks at Y/n, now passed out.

He takes off his glasses with a sigh and places them infront of the clock on his bedside.

  ‘5:03’

He lays next to him and gets the long needed sleep.

  The warmth of another person brought an odd sense of relief, as he drifts off.

——-

“-This might be one of my best ideas men!” A tall blonde bursts through the door, accompanied by the other hosts.

   “Kyoya time to get up-!” Tamaki stopped right in his tracks. And stared at Kyoya’s bed.

  Kyoya was still asleep, However that wasn’t the issue, on top of him was Y/n. Like his own personal weighted blanket.

“What’s the problem boss?” Karou looks over to the bed also, a devilish grin formed on his face.

  Hikaru pulled out his phone and took some photos. 

  “How scandalous! Didn’t know Kyoya had it in him.” The twins said with a smile.

 “You don’t think they-… that they….” Tamaki mumbled, mouth agape.

  “How cute!” Honey-senpai stood behind Tamaki.

  This was the straw that broke Tamaki.

 “MAMA!” He cried, awaking Kyoya.

 “How could you! After everything we’ve been through!” Tamaki cried. To a now very annoyed Kyoya.

  “Why are you in my room Tamaki..” kyoya grumbled feeling an oncoming headache.

   “Never mind that! Why is Y/n in your bed!” He shirked.

   “Why are you in my room.” He asked, trying to keep his voice down.

   “Tamaki-senpai wanted us to go to a commoners market, to better understand Haru-chan!” Honey-senpai chirped.

  “Don’t ignore me!” Tamaki butts in.

“Keep it down, Y/n is still alseep.” Kyoya harshly whispered, glaring at the blonde.

  He covers his eyes with his arm, wishing for the club to be just a bad dream.

   “Oh cmon! You can’t be in bed all morning! Today is the last day of summer vacation!” Tamaki whined.

  “Wake up..” Honey-senpai gently pulled on Kyoya’s arm.

   “Come on Kyoya.” The twins began to shake him.

   Y/n drowsily moved his head, having all the hosts freeze.

   He just cuddled closer to Kyoya’s chest.

A sigh of relief left the clubs chests.

 Kyoya moved his arm away from his eyes, and slowly sat up careful not to wake Y/n.

  “For your information we were up till 5AM  you morons. Which if you hadn’t noticed makes me less than happy about being woken up.” 

   A shiver ran up the clubs spine.

 “Kyo-chan isn’t much of a morning person huh?” Honey-senpai notes.

  “You have no room to talk.” Mori remarks.

  “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Honey looks up at Mori.

“Okay, enough with the commoner shtick. If you formulaic halfwits feel like wasting all afternoon on worn-out old cliches, go right ahead and suit yourselves.” Kyoya grumble lying back down.

   “Well if that’s what you want…” 

 “Well you heard the man! Now let’s dress him to the nines and head to the expo!” Tamaki throws his hands in the hair.

   “What about Y/n?” Honey-senpai tilts his head.

   “Right, twins!”

The two stood up straight.

  “You can take care of Y/n.”

  “Yes sir!” 

The twins eagerly pry Y/n off of kyoya, dragging him to get ‘dolled‘ up.

   Karou pulls out an outfit and puts it on Y/n with a grin.

  “Doesn’t he look great!” The twins cooed.

  “Wait, where did you even get that outfit? We didn’t see in Kyoya’s closet.” Tamaki examined Y/n.

  “We’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to dress up Y/n! Instead of his poor excuse of fashion he usually wears.”  Karou grimace holding up Y/n’s hoodie, before throwing it out the window.

  After all that fuss the hosts carry the two towards Tamaki’s limo out front.

   As they throw the two, less than gracefully, into the car.

  Finally awaking Y/n.

 He rubbed his eyes.

“What’s going on?” 

 “You’re finally awake!” Honey smiled.

  “We’re taking you and kyoya to a commoners market!” Tamaki declared.

——-

“-and then they left you with me to babysit essentially.” Y/n sighed, as a less then please Kyoya sat on a bench.

He stood up, and rubbed his temple.

“I’m assuming you don’t have your phone on you either.” Kyoya sighed.

  “No. I’m pretty sure the twins took it.” Y/n looks around.

   “What should we do now-“

A small little boy ran into Kyoya’s legs, he lets out a whimper rubbing his head. Looking up at Kyoya he was greeted by a glared. He bursts into tears before running off to his mom.

  “Mama!”

 “Tamaki’s a deadman when I get my hands on him.” Kyoya huffed.

  Y/n let out a chuckle.

 “Kyoya-senpai?” A familiar voice called out.

  “Oh perfect, Haruhi!” Y/n smiled.

Haruhi walked closer to the two.

 “I didn’t expect to see you two here today.” Haruhi politely said.

  “How much money do you have on you Haruhi?” Kyoya bluntly spoke.

   “What?” Haruhi stared at Kyoya.

—— 

Later at a fast food joint….

“Kyoya-senpai, are you sure this is where you wanna eat? There are much nicer restaurants to choose from upstairs.” Haruhi nervously spoke.

  “Well you don’t have much on you, so our choices are limited. Just be sure to get a receipt. Tamaki will reimburse you tenfold.” Kyoya glared.

    Haruhi nervously nodded.

 “Haruhi its our turn.” Y/n brought Haruhi back to reality.

   “Oh! Uh, here, why don’t I just order for us. Do you two know what you want?”

  “You pick. Just get us lots of it.”

   Y/n nodded in agreement.

 “Oh uh okay..” Haruhi’s began to talk to the cashier.

   However the cashier seemed to entranced by the mysterious kyoya. Acting more friendly to them than the other customers.

   “Okay, coming right up. Would you be interested in adding one of our delicious desserts?” The cashier cheerily asked.

 “Thank you, no, I don’t care for sweets.” Kyoya flatly replied.

   “Before you decide, we have a new shake that’s absolutely-“ cashier began, starry eyed.

  “I have given you my answer.” Kyoya coldly glared at the girl.

  The cashier stiffened, a sense of dread fueled her senses.

  “Please be sure to include our receipt.” Haruhi squeaked out. Grabbing the food tray and going off to a table.

 “Kyoya-senpai, just because you’re in a bad mood today doesn’t give you the right go around talking to people like that. The poor girl was just doing her job.” Haruhi scolded.

   “She was being pushy, even after being told no.” Y/n grabs a burger.

   “Yeah but there’s no reason for acting like that. She’s supposed to do that.” Haruhi sighed.

   “Her job is to serve us food, not irradiate me with some weak sales pitch.” Kyoya adds, taking a bite of his food.

  Haruhi just stared at Kyoya eating.

“Now what?” Kyoya looked back.

  “Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat before. Somehow I thought the experience would be more refined. I’m surprised stuff like this even appeals to you.” 

  “It doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest. No doubt, you’ll say I’m callous for admitting it, since you brought me this tripe.” Kyoya stoped to take a drink.

   “Of course I won’t.” She looked off to the side.

 “There’s an understanding between makers of food like this and those that eat it. Quality takes a backseat to convenience. Refinement isn’t part of the equation. It’s meant to be eaten quickly, besides no one of consequence is here to witness my momentary lapse of manners.” Kyoya explain.

  “Hey for the record, I’m saying it benefits me nothing to keep up appearances in a place like this. And that includes any special treatment I may give you here.” 

 “Oh really I would have never guessed that in a million years…” haruhi mumbled.

“Oh my gosh girls, that guy in the glasses is a total hottie.” A girl swooned to her friends.

  “You’re right he’s gorgeous!” Her friends agreed.

Y/n sighed, looking off to the side, the grip on his drink tightened.

   “Um, excuse me, I’m so sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if you’re not using that chair, can my friends and I borrow it?” She sweetly smiled.

   “Why not..” Kyoya sighed.

 “Thanks you so much that’s awesome!” Her friends blissfully giggled.

   “You’re quite welcome.” He flatly said.

 Y/n glared at the girls as they walked off.

 “You’re probably wondering how Tamaki and I compliment each other so well.” Kyoya spoke, catching Haruhi off guard.

  “The answer is simple-“ he smiled.

 “I have something to gain. There is no better motivator than self interest. I have to look out for number one, y’know.”

  “Tamaki-senpai would be heartbroken if he heard you say that.” Haruhi frowned.

   “Such a tragedy that Tamaki’s feelings are one sided.” Y/n joked.

  “On the contrary-“ he pushes up his glasses.

  “He’s understood our arrangement from the very beginning. The same goes for all of them. Hikaru, Karou, honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, and even Y/n. The glue that holds the club together is our mutual egocentricity. It’s the principle that drives the alliance between our families and ensures each of our futures.” He looks at Haruhi.

  “Though, well let’s just say there’s still quite a bit you don’t understand about that. Although Tamaki is a fool, and self sacrifice does come naturally to him. So I guess the point of this is, we are very different creatures.” Kyoya finished his monologue.

The three now wonder the mall.

 “Senpai? I thought you were going to take a taxi home.” Haruhi looked up at Kyoya.

  “I am, but while we’re still here Y/n wants to look around.”

  “Black pearls from ishigaki island. Odd to find them here, considering how much they go for.” 

   “You’re kidding, really? That’s incredible. How can you tell?” Haruhi looks to kyoya.

  “I am a product of excellent breeding.”

  “You make it sound like you’re some pure bred dog, give yourself a little more credit.” Y/n smiled, walking off with the others.

“So kyoya-senpai, why is it after all this time I still know nothing about your family?” Haruhi notes.

  “Because there’s really nothing for you to know about my family. At least nothing that should interest you.”

   “Well that seems to be a little unfair, don’t you think?” 

  “Just what do you mean unfair?”

“I mean that when it comes to my personal life you even keep tabs on who’s my father’s friends from work are while I barely have a clue about yours. So I call that unfair.”

  “That’s a very intriguing notion in its own way.”

 “Well you’ve got two older brothers, right? For starters, you could tell me something about them. What kind of people are they?”

  “They are rather exceptional. Enough so, that my father puts a lot of stock in them. Though as the third son, things work a little differently for me.”

  “I didn’t realize there was so much pressure on you to succeed.”

  “Pressure? Oh no, Haruhi, I cannot think of nothing more fun than this.”

Haruhi let’s out a sigh.

  “Dear me! Pieces from the Komatsu Shoin collection? I never thought that I would fine them here!”

  The voice grabs the attention of the three.

  “Why madam, you have astonishing eye!”

Kyoya glared at the interaction.

  “Kyoya-senpai?” Haruhi was ignored, as Kyoya walked up to the stand.

  “Just watch and see what happens.” Y/n grinned.

“Will all due respect, these are fake.” Kyoya bluntly spoke, interrupting the conversation.

  “Huh?” The lady looked at Kyoya.

 “Hey, get out of here kid, what do you think you’re doing?” The man snarled.

Kyoya picked up the bowl, analyzing it.

  “The shade of blue is strongly reminiscent of Shoin’s work, but looking closely around the base you’ll notice the colour graduation isn’t quite dark enough to be authentic. that and the laquer is too clear.”

  “That’s enough out of you, Mr. Expert! I will report you for obstructing my business!” The man spoked irked at kyoya.

  Kyoya flipped the bowl over looking at the bottom.

  “Just as I thought. The brush strokes on this seal are uncharacteristically broad as well.”

  “U-uh..” the man stammered.

  “For your sake, I hope you have a certificate-“ he looks at the man.

  “That is, if you still keep insisting it’s real.”

  “O-of course it’s real! I have the certificate at home.” He stuttered.

 Kyoya grins at this.

  “Ah, then surely you won’t mind if I call the Komatsu family right now to verify your claim. My own family has dealings with them for generations. It would be a matter of a minute.”

  “Wait you can’t do this!” The man gets dragged out by security.

“Young man, I can’t thank you enough.” The lady bows.

  “After everything you’ve told me senpai, stepping in on a complete stranger’s behalf seems a little out of character for you.” Haruhi spoke.

  “Hm? Oh, that? Well now, she’s hardly a stranger. You mean you don’t know? Her husband is the ceo of a major electronics company.” 

   “Huh?” Haruhi gasped.

“This is my first time meeting her personally, but that ring on her left hand is unmistakable. My family has dealings with her husband’s company.”

  Haruhi is just puzzled.

“Ah, one of the Ootori boys. Imagine running into you here incognito-“ she smiles.

  “The next opportunity I have, I’ll be sure to take advantage of your family’s beautiful health resorts.”

   “We’d be honoured.” Kyoya bows slightly.

Haruhi glared at Kyoya.

  “Hey haruhi.” Y/n whispered.

  “Hm?”

“Look at the stall she was just at, notice the flags?” He points .

  “The flags…- wait, he couldn’t have-“ 

“Hm hm!” Y/n smiled, walking over to kyoya now looking at a food stall.

“Hey Haruhi, did you know this?” Kyoya called out.

  “Did I know what?”

“Is melon the preferred flavour among snack makers?”

  “Huh?”

“It doesn’t make sense, the primary ingredient is corn, why go to the trouble of artificially making it taste like fruit? Seems counterintuitive.”

  “That’s an intriguing notion in its own way.” Haruhi spoke with a laugh.

  “Oh was I being funny?”

 “Earlier you were going on and on about how you and Tamaki-senpai are nothing alike. What you just said about the candy? It sounds just like him!” She laughs.

 “You think so? This does seem like something he and the twins would fawn over. Very well I’ll buy them. Haruhi your wallet.” Kyoya holds out his hand.

  “Oh yeah I forgot.” She goes through her purse.

  “Just be sure to get the receipt.”

——

“Hey senpai?” Haruhi sat down on a bench.

  “Why do you think that Tamaki-senpai is always so eager to help people when they’re in need?”

   “You mean when theres nothing to gain? Who knows.”

  “Maybe he gains the pleasure of just helping someone, just because.” Y/n sighed looking ahead.

  “So when you help someone, how exactly do you benefit from it? Money? Or reputation? Or is it more abstract? Because the way I see it, Tamaki-senpai gets something out of helping others, that doesn’t necessarily mean involving them paying him back. So maybe when you get right down to it, the two of you aren’t so different after all.”

  “Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. A little boy named Kyoya Ootori is lost inside the store. Repeat Kyoya Ootori is lost. His guardian Suoh is waiting for him at the 2nd floor information counter.”

   “-Kyoya is 5’11”, tall with black hair and wearing prescription glasses.”

Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

 As y/n chokes out a laugh.

 “Kyoya’s guardian mentions he may or may not be travelling with Y/n L/n. Whose whereabouts are also unknown.”

“Oh you got to be kidding me.”

 “That damn idiot. I’ll kill him!” Kyoya glares.

  The three walk up to the second floor, finding the rest of the club.

“Kyoya! Y/n! There you are! We were so worried about you. Why is Haruhi with you?” Tamaki look at the group.

   “Better question is what’s with the dog?” Y/n stared at the blonde dog.

  “Isn’t she beautiful? I got her at this amazing place they call a pet shop!” The dog licks Tamaki’s face.

  “Hey, cut it out Antoinette!”

“How am I exactly like this moron?” Kyoya asked.

  “Maybe it’s the fact that you helped a stranger.” Y/n stands beside kyoya

   “She wasn’t-“

“You and I both know you didn’t see that ring through the stall. You’re not some terrible person, you still have a heart, why hide it.” Y/n grinned.

   Kyoya smiled lightly.

Haruhi stood back and watched the two.

  Then something clicked.

  ‘Oh she gets it now’

[aiura-stan]

0-7, this one for sure isn’t Saiki heaven!

More evidence for the “saiki just uses low level hypnosis to make people believe whatever they want about him” theory. Actually, I think someone on Tumblr proposed this, kind of going off of his mind erasing power, where the mind just fills in a blank spot with a plausible story. I don’t remember who first brought up this theory. Make some noise if it was you.

I will be completely honest, I don’t remember this chapter at all. Maybe I skipped it or something. More likely, I read it half asleep at 3am.

I don’t understand why the spirit of the person is the thing that retains the dazed status effect, but then again, this is fiction, and we are pretending that souls exist in the first place in a way that can be separated from the body.

…okay. Another thing that really could have been put in the manga proper and also the anime. Nendou is being scouted as a PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL PLAYER?? HELLO???? That makes him at least 200% more impressive as a character.

Um… Saiki… those aren’t lies…

Hello??? SAIKI??? He’s really about to just leave Nendou’s body and wander around… I’m glad they added a definitive (rather short) time limit to the animanga before the soul has to go somewhere. It does bring up more questions about ghosts, and the religious belief system portrayed in Saiki k, but let’s not think about that right now. From the chapter thus far, seems like Saiki really enjoys taking otherwise purposeless strolls. Old man behavior.

Yeah, Saiki really is on another level.

This makes me kind of sad actually?? I’d explain but I’m sure you all can guess my thoughts here. Gah…

Also, it’s kind of nice to see glasses-less and limiter-less Saiki. He’s actually quite pretty. His limiters do a lot to detract from his looks overall, on account of being highly ridiculous accessories. And his glasses hide his eye color (speaking more of the anime, but you know.)

I have so many questions about this scene. How does a soul “wake up”? What happens when it does; does Saiki’s soul just automatically get kicked back into his proper body? Why did it take so long?? People can’t (rather: really shouldn’t) pass out for much longer than a few seconds. I’ll chalk it up to another Saikiverse modification where Saiki made real life more like a fictional story (and less harrowing. A world where fastballs are not potentially lethal.) And all of that crap about souls just doesn’t get explained. Okay. So much of this story is left up to readers to fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. Maybe that’s part of what makes it so good. Sidenote: I envy Nendou's superior ability to go with the flow. 'Oh, looks like I fell alseep while taking a shit.' <- Fantastic.

Jfc Saiki, so little faith in people. (Understandably.)

Saiki, I fail to see what the spinach has to do with you getting published in Jump.

XD

In all seriousness, the amount of times that people refer to Saiki’s powers as creepy or monstrous really is… a lot. Like, those baseball guys were calling Nendou (Saiki) a monster just for being (freakishly) good at baseball. Anyways

Yeah, that’s about what I figured. They’re designed to be read independently. XD. Yeah, sorry, I’m one of those people apparently. Well, I’m sure Asou never expected his manga to be read quickly via scans by English speakers some years after the fact.

I am so glad that Asou sensei got serialized. And that he didn’t let his self doubt stop him from creating Saiki k. Yeah, that’s right. Can’t let the fans down!

よし！that'll do it. See you all next time. 💫

[multi-fandom-imagine]

⚠️ (Maybe a Spoiler for Mordecai with his past? I don’t know lol) ⚠️

But imagine seeing a little lookalike Mordecai(as seen in the comic) running around the house.

OR three kits running around because he had two sisters. Now tell me THAT wouldn’t be adorable.

THAT IS ADORABLE BUT I AM LIKE HALF ALSEEP SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS A FIC REQUEST OF MORDECAI BEING A DAD TO THREE LITTLE GIRLS

[iamthunderhearmehowl]

BG3 AU Circle of Decay: Dammon Headcannons

hey hi it's me, again, currently dying from food poisoning at 1am

So I was sitting in my office thinking about how much I love this Tiefling and I realized. . . . .as a character you probably never want to hear that from ANY writer, because that means you'll get emotional damage for breakfast.

🌟 These headcannons are for a BG3 AU called "Circle of Decay", all the content for this AU can be found here -> (Link)

General

So we all know that Dammon and Karlach are kind of an item/ its kind of like puppy love - that being said, I dont think the game eludes to it being more than that

BELIEVE ME I WANT THAT TO HAPPEN - ahem - but in this AU it does not happen

Karlach is so busy that Dammon is just doing his own thing and perfecting his craft - he's not the best blacksmith in Faerune for no reason, and while I'm sure he would wait on her - people just be on different paths, you know?

While his main shop is in Baulder's Gate - he will ocassionally go to the rebuilt town of what was once the shadowfell realm - to sell and work on more items

Since the town's form of payment is primarily services and goods and not money - he does get some pretty sweet kickbacks and of course clients who can pay will get their armor and weapons done at a faster rate

His blacksmithing there is not permenant - they just needed someone with services there every once in a while until the town could officially get their own. Think of it as his 2nd base, his vacation forge, 2nd store location if you will.

The Night They Met

When he met Faeryl - the man was like Oh Shit

The poor girl was half naked / covered in blood and hyperventaliting in the corner of his forge

"I'm so sorry. Please don't freak out. I didn't have anywhere else to hide and I don't want my father knowing. "

He asks her if he should grab the local healer and she quickly responds "No. Please don't. The locals already don't like me and they especially won't after this. I don't want to give my father anymore grief "

He brings her a blanket and a dish with warm water and a rag. He kindly asks if he can clean up the cuts and wounds on her back

As he wipes the blood off of her right shoulder he's almost taken aback - The Symbol of House Vandree is branded there in her skin.

"Please don't tell anyone" she's almost crying. He calms her down and assures he wont - perhaps he could walk her home.

"Where are you staying at? I could deliver you to your father"

"Oh. Yeah I'm staying at the old MoonRise Towers "

"Oh you and your father are staying with Halsin?"

"Uh haha technically? Halsin IS my father"

"Oh you must be one of the adopted children"

"I wish. I would've had a less traumatic childhood. Also, I'm 90 years old - so I'm not a child"

Dammon just looks at her for a second. His brain is malfunctioning. It's currently in the endless loading screen circle and playing weird dial up noises. "I didn't know Halsin had biological children"

"Yeah neither did he, nor I - Quiet frankly when that weird mummy said something I thought he was playing a joke"

"But. . . you're drow? Also you have the marking of House Vandree - one of their slaves?"

"Wow you look more confused and scared than I am, and I'm the one who just accidently murdered a family of deer. Look, It's a long, long story. I also hate to ask this - but I'm not too keen on heading back home and getting a lecture"

Dammon aggrees to let her stay for the rest of the evening - only walking her home after all the villager's had fallen alseep and gotten over the commotion of finding deer entrails near town

He does want an explanation of what all is going on if she's going to stay - so she spills everything.

He seems to be charmed by her - she's wrapped herself up in the blanket and has curled up on a cushion next to the fire. The cup of tea he's given her looks so large in her hands

Since that day - she visits him in the morning to bring him honey buns, cinnamon rolls, etc. More or less it's an excuse to see him.

Faeryl ends up visiting him in the middle of the night every so often when she can't sleep - he's normally up still working anyways

Emotional Damage Headcannons

Faeryl does NOT initally tell him that she's pregnant with is child - she's in disbelief. As far as she knew she couldn't conceive - Fey'ri are normally born when Sun Elves and Tieflings interbred.

As far as she knows she was Drow/Wood Elf - it never occured to her that she had Sun Elf in her blood, although she does have noble blood

One day he notices that Faeryl hasn't come to visit in about 2 days - which was unusual

He heads to Halsin's home to see if she's okay; Mol, Arabella, Halsin, and Greta are all in the kitchen looking STRESSED

They explain that Malice and Alistair came for her and took her back home to Menzobarranzan - forcefully - they fucking just kidnapped her and threatened to slaughter the whole town; she didn't have a choice

Halsin is pacing - worried, he explained that she can't hide her belly for long. It's already starting to show a little bit

Dammon is like "Um what?!"

Gretta sits him down at the table "She hasn't told you? She's carrying your babe."

If he were standing up his knees wouldve buckled and he wouldve hit the ground

The man wants to grab a sword and run towards the underdark - but Mol stops him and points out that hes NOT a fighter (MF ACT 2 WAS SO STRESSFUL BECAUSE HE KEPT WANTING TO JOIN IN ON THE FIGHTS AND HIS ASS KEPT DYING - I RELOADED LIKE 17 TIMES)

If House Vandree were to find out that they have a possible Fey'ri in their possession it's over - they're killing her and taking the babe. The child would be the perfect killing machine - Infernal Blood, Noble Blood, Magic Abilities

Eventually it plays out to where they do get a hold of Dammon and force him to forge Armor for House Vandree (for an upcoming war)

they only allow him to see Faeryl for a mere few minutes before they tear them apart

Anyways - that's all i have for tonight <3 I am currently in the process of writing some scripts to voice act so stay tuned for that.

[akaiuchiha]

Thursday was a really exhauting day, I had to wake up at 6.30 AM and had to participate in a very important event we had been preparing for months. That's the contest I am not someone who fall alseep easily. More often than not I read myself to sleep (yeah very healthy I know but we do what we can) BUT I was exhausted at the end of the day, like REALLY exhausted. I got into my bed at like 9.30 PM so super early. NOW IS THE THING I fell alseep around 10 PM BUT I WOKE UP WITH A START AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER

And I was completely high on sleep

I hallucinated I HALLUCINATED I HAD AN HALLUCINATION I woke up, half asleep, confused and scared because why the hell was I seeing a mix between baby Yoda and a gremlin in front of me?! I swear it was horrible and hilarious because I couldn't find my phone to light up my bed, at the same time I was fighting with my plushie the "thing" I was seeing and my cat came into my bed to meow and purr at the same time. I think I became a clown at that moment

Didn't even question if I wasn't imagining things, just saw it wasn't there, thought "oh I fell asleep" lay down and slept the rest of the night I just wanted to share with you that

[kisslaughanddream]

I'm truly at a loss right now because I thought we were all better than this but clearly we are not.

I'm gunna take half a Nyquil and hopefully fall alseep soon knowing that I am waking up to a country that is 100% worse than it was 24 hours ago and I honestly don't know how I am going to get through tomorrow without breaking down at least once.

[carelessflower]

just a snippet (part of a fic)

"Dinner is ready." Alec called put, as he picked up Max from the highchair. Food staining his face.

"I'll get you all cleaned up and ready for bed." Alec said to no one in particular. He started washing Max's hands as Magnus walked into the kitchen, stretching.

"Finished work?" Alec said, Magnus kissed his boyfriend and son. "Yeah. I"ll put him to bed." Max giggled, as his papa picked up, tickling him, and placed him in the cot, with his toy.

"Is he alseep?"

"He is lying there, yawning."

"I'll go, have some food." Alec said, handing him the plate, as he walked into Max's room.

Magnus smiled to himself, as he served himself a plate of spagetti and mince meat, that Alec made himself, calling it a "lightwood speciality."

He sat on the coach, Alec walking out, holding Max.

"You could'nt get him to asleep then?"

"Ive tried, but he still half awake." Max was sitting in his dad's lap, playing with his stegosuarus. He let out a little roar, as Alec rubbed his back.

A knock on the door intrupted the family.

"Who could that be?" Alec said, looking at Magnus.

"Ill get it." Magnus said, grabbing a baseball bat, to which Alec rolled his eyes at.

"Could be a burglar?"

"A burglar who knocks?"

The knock came again, as Magnus slowly opened the door, a tall, pale, black haired man was standing there.

"Hey, you're going to let me in?"

Magnus opened the door fully, as the taller male stepped in, looking around, before turning his attention to Magnus, who hugged him.

"You should have called and said you were coming?" Magnus smiled, hugging him. Alec stood up, placing Max on the couch, who was watching the man with a cuirious look.

"And miss supersing you?" He ruffled Magnus's hair, as the man turned to Alec and gave him a small smile.

"Oh Alec this is my uncle Lucifer, and Luci, this is my boyfriend Alexander." Alec smiled, as Magnus closed the door behind him, and Magnus led his uncle to the couch.

"Tea or coffee?"

"Black coffee please, two sugars."

Max was still watching, the man.

"Oh this is Max, he is our son, Max this is your great uncle Luci?"

Max was still watching him

Max looked at his papa, before turning his attention to his dinosaur.

Alec returned, putting the coffee and lalte of biscutis. down in front of the male, and sitting besides Max.

"So the name Lucifer?" Magnus gave Alec a look, that read, really? Did you really say that?

"My dad named me, my twin brother Michael had the better name choice. But ive never chsnged it." Luci said.

"So what are you doing here?" Magnus said, who sat next to Alec.

Lucifer looked at the couple.

"Its about your dad." Alec noticed how Magnus flinched.

"What about him?"

"Tia left new york, ol heard ds happened, uls tia gnay anything oi capimao?" (He left new york, I heard what happened, did he do anything this time?)

Lucifer said speaking directly to Magnus.

"Tia uls cor stuff, cirp if tia left new york, da i ah chance tia may noan zacam." (He did some stuff, but if he left New York, there is a chance he may come back) Magnus repsonded, ignoring the confused look coming from Alec.

Lucifer nodded, holding the mug of coffee, and taking a sip.

"Ol gnay ge om marb ar though, tia niis zacam i bab? however, ar i ge a reason ol zir kures, tia told ol de atraah oi de g?" (I do not know about that though, him coming back is possible? However, that is not the reason I am here, he told me to give this to you?)

Lucifer took an brown evelope out, out from his coat pocked and handing it over to Magnus.

Magnus took it and opened it, reavling a cheque.

"He is giving us that much." Alec said, looking at the number.

"Well yeah."

"Why?"

"Ol gnay ge om marb ar. Tia i currently residing g oxford. If tia i niis zacam de new york, ol trian inform g. Dont worry magnus" (I do not know about that. He is currently residing in Oxford. If he is coming back to New York, I will inform you. Dont worry Magnus)

Magnus nodded,

"I should go, need to check on my other sibiling. See you in the morning." Lucifer said, sitting up, as Magnus nodded.

Lucifer left.

"Okay. First, what language was that? Second. Why has your dad given you that much money?"

"He was speaking Enochian. And I dont know the answer that. He cant just give us money."

"Enochain?"

"A langauge that a group of people speak that belong to a specific country. Your focusing on the wrong part."

"I know. But he is no longer a threat? Your dad?"

"No."

Alec nodded, picking up Max, who was falling asleep on the couch.

"Ds gnay g gil lrasd ol dad?" (What do you want from me dad?)

Magnus mubbled, placing the cheqe on the table.

what luci doing here he better not harm a single hair on my bois head

[bchemianrhapscdy]

A smile was still placed on his lips as he watched her while she spoke. Nothing in his life seemed easy, not even the tiniest part. Everything was planned out, fromt he moment he woke up to the minute he would go to bed. It was all structured, well planned to avoid anything that could lead into bad circumstances. And maybe life as a prince, as a royal would only be half as bad if he would still have his mother at his side. Life would seem less harsh, less dark and less like he was trapped in a nightmare.

"Isn't that the thrill about it? To believe the glamour, the luxury, the title is all that matters but none of them give it a second thought what really comes with it?" he asked, still smiling as he was trying to cover up his own insecurity. "I hardly believe people are ready to pay the price of what it means to be my wife." he said. "But that is luckily nothing to worry about... for now." he spoke, shaking the topic off.

Adam listened closely when she spoke about her family, especially about her mother. He may not have shown it but the sadness her words caused, the memories that kept flooding back of his own mother, how she was laying there on the bed, her body not moving, and her eyes closed. Adam had always told himself she was alseep, holding onto her hand and hoping she would wake up any moment. It had been an entire day, he had sat there, waiting for her to wake up before his father came, dragging him away from her and making sure he was not showing any sort of weakness ever again. That very day had changed him. And he locked the little frightened boy away, replaced by the son his father wished to have.

"I am really sorry to hear about your loss. Losing your mother is never easy, I know that feeling myself." he spoke. "I do have even more respect for your father and how he has handled raising you so well. Not every parent succeeds at that." he said. And he was talking about himself there. What not many people knew, Adam was well aware of how messed up he was. There was simply nothing he could do about it.

@entangledmuses - cont.

[smallpoemsfortheweak]

Liar.

Change is promised, but never seen

His ice blue eyes holding false sincerity

"I won't go out tonight", "I won't see them", "I won't stay long"



Liar

I sit waiting, for a call that was promised

but it never comes

Funny, you keep disappointing me, but I never fail to trust you each time

I put everything into you, I put my whole life into you, into us.

I CHANGE FOR YOU

I do my best. I am NOT perfect but I do my best.

And you...

You lie.

I say I wanna talk, you say "later I promise"

and later never comes

I say we have problems, you say "I don't see one"

You say its in my head, you tell me I'm overeacting, and overthinking and I BELIEVE you because that's just how insecure I am

You tell me not to let myself question what I know, and then you make me do just that

I KNOW something is wrong. I can read you, I can read you well.

I KNOW not everything is in my head.

I know you love me, even tho I question that and you help me get back into reality

But I also know, our relationship is messed up, it's got problems and holes and I wanna talk, and mend them and tell you things I never dare say out loud, because I fear you'll turn me away and tell me I have everything upside down. Like you always do.

You say you're here for me, but you never wanna talk when it gets emotional. You'll comfort me but never admit when something is wrong.

You liar.

Why can't you be serious? Why can't you be honest? Why can't you stop being such a man and ADMIT there is a PROBLEM?

Why do you lie to me and say everything is fine. The same way you lie to me about going out, and staying the night at a friends house.

The same you lie to me and tell me you'll call me when you get home and you never do.

and it's always "I fell alseep", "My phone died", or "I forgot"

I've accepted those excuses for a year and a half, which ironically is how long we've been together.

But I can't anymore. You should've learned by now, to charge your phone, and to think of me before you sleep, and to not leave me WORRIED about you! Just like you should've learned by now, to open up to me, and it's okay to be emotional, and that you don't have to LIE!

And I feel in such a large way its my fault. That I'm too selfish and focused on me, I don't give you enough chances, or enough time to talk about yourself and your feelings, and I don't even know what I expect you to say. But you never complain, you never cry, you never do anything.

Some would say that I should be grateful for that, but they wouldn't be saying that if they were in my shoes. If they loved someone as much as I love you, they'd be just as worried, that something is seriously WRONG. Because it is! You're not acting human.

EVERYBODY COMPLAINS, and it bothers me that you don't. And I know you have something to complain about,

and go ahead.

Say "I just want to focus on the positive"

I can respect that. I can accept your decision to not be negative.

what I can't accept is that you treat my problems as invalid.

You run away when I want to complain, you're not there WITH me when I'm feeling wronged, or sad, or alone. And I feel like a burden to you. And when I want someone to share this with, you're my go-to.

Because you're my person.

But you just shut me down, and tell me to shut up. Tell me to stop.

That's not fair. and it hurts.

And when I try to tell you about the things you do that bothers me.

Like going out, and not talking to me. Like you not seeming to ever think about me the way I think about you.

I NEVER forget to text or call you, I NEVER let my electronics die, and if it happens, I find a way to tell you, to let you know what happened so you're not worried.

I ALWAYS tell you when Im going out, and I ALWAYS tell you when I make it home.

It's really not hard. It's not.

You have no more excuses. Not anymore.

And when I try to tell you this, when I try to resolve it. To feel heard, and understood,

you make unfullfilled promises.

every.

single.

time.

and I fall for it, and believe you, and set myself up to be dissapointed

every.

single.

time.

I just want to understand you. I want to understand why.

and you've made it abundantly clear, that I never will.

Because, you may promise to change, but you never try.

Liar.

[winterspiderpurrs]

*** @professional-benaddict Thank You so much for your patience with me! The past month and a half has been such a whirlwind! Between relatives having major surgery, issues with my job, death in a family and vacation, and hosting visiting family, it's been crazy! BUT! I was finally able to really get back in the groove of things. Hopefully, you like this addition! We are so so close to finishing this!***

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Peter sat in Stephen's office, fiddling with the drawstring on Harley's hoodie. He was nervous, and the anxiety of the situation wasn't helping. They thought it best for him to wear the hoodie, so it would be easier for him to sneak into Tony's room. Let the hospital think that he was one of his kids. It also helped hide the fact that he has lost some weight.

The stress of OPS coming in and out of the home. The mandatory therapy sessions and the general stress of making sure the lawyers are ready to go and fight for Tony to get released as soon as possible. With Stephen's word on how successful the surgery went and how Tony was more himself now.

They were all hoping that either the OPS would drop the case and do house arrest if they felt a need for punishment. Of course, they could have a harsh judge, and they may make Tony serve time, but with the medical illness that caused the behavioral aggressiveness, the hope is for leanancy.

Stephen stepped into the office, his cell phone in hand.

" The boys are leaving the room and heading here. We can get to the unit Tony is in using the hospital staff tunnels. Less likely to be seen."

Peter nods and stands up, tugging the hoodie more over his head.

" Alright. Let's do this. "

They made their way through the doors and tunnel under the hospital. Soon enough, they were standing outside the door. Peter stares at the door, bitting his bittom lip. He was nervous. He KNOWS that the surgery was successful, and he KNOWS that none of how Tony was acting before was his fault. But he still worried. What if Tony sees him and the aggressiveness comes out again? Was the surgery a permanent solution?

Stephen puts his hand on Peter's shoulder and squeezes.

" It's okay if you aren't ready to see him. You can wait til after the court date..."

Peter shakes his head and sighs.

" No. I need to do this... just... give me 15 minutes alone. Atleast. I have my panic button that Ben made me if that's needed."

Ben made sure that Peter had it. As much as he knows Tony isn't a danger to anyone in the family, he doesn't want to any risks with his dad. Not after what all they have been through.

Nodding Stephen opened the door for Peter.

"15 minutes. I'll check in then, "

Quietly, Peter entered the room. Once the door closed behind him, he finally turned his attention to the figure laying in the bed. His eyes starr to burn a little as tears start to form. He reaches up and quickly swipes at his eyes with the edge of his sleeves.

Tony was laying in the bed, eyes closed, not fully alseep yet but too tired to keep his eyes open. Peter took note that he wasn't muzzled or even cuffed and tied to the bed anymore.

He moves to stand at the end of the bed, watching Tony for a moment, pulling the hoodie off his head so he is in clear view. Before lightly reaching out and placing his hand on Tony's blanket covered thigh.

" Tony...."

Eyes snap open, and he turns his head to stare at Peter.

Peter offers him a small smile.

" Hi babe..."

Tension seems to melt off of Tony, and his body relaxes. Tony takes in the red rimmed eyes and the brave face his husband is putting on. He lifts an arm up to reach out toward Peter, his hand doing a grabby motion.

" Oh sweetheart... come here."

Peter didn’t even hesitate and quickly moved to embrace Tony, practically crawling into the bed with him. Tony slowly wraps his arm around Peter. Turning his head slowly and moving to kiss the top of his head.

" I am so sorry for this, Peter."

Peter lifts his head to look up towards Tony and gently kisses his chin.

" It wasn't your fault... we proved that."

" I should have listened to you sooner... "

" Babe. Let's not blame anyone. This could have happened to any person. Let's just focus on recovery so you can be home with us...."

They lay there for a moment just relaxing against each other. This is the first time in weeks that they have been close.

" So...how bad does my hair look?"

Peter laughs and shakes his head.

" Your hair is fine..... Minus the large bald spot. But we can blame your age for that"

" I'm not THAT old"

part 17 of the omegaverse au🖤🖤

part 16 in the reblog by @winterspiderpurrs 🖤🖤

Stephen worked very hard to sneak Peter into the hospital after Tony woke up. Peter followed all of the doctor’s instructions; wore a hoodie to hide his face and waited for Stephen at the agreed time and place.

Stephen had alerted OPS that Tony’s surgery was successful and that he was now awake, but none of their officers would be showing up to verify it in person. They have more important tasks, but they are often at hospitals, so it is important for Peter to keep a low profile. Just in case.

Ben and Harley go along with Peter, all anxious to see Tony. The car ride to the hospital is quiet, but the three of them exchange a few words before they go their separate ways. Peter goes to wait for Stephen, but the boys go directly to the ward where their father is.

Tony has been in and out of sleep since he first woke up from his surgery three days ago. He feels floaty, almost like he is underwater. Sounds and sights are hazy and faraway.

Unsurprisingly, Tony is asleep when Ben and Harley are shown to his room by a nurse. The boys are like little deer, not sure whether to cross the road or not. The nurse gently urges them in, saying Tony will probably wake up soon, if only for a few minutes.

Ben and Harley go to sit by his bedside without saying a word. They both scan their father up and down. Tony looks mostly like himself, although a bit thinner than usual. His skin looks healthy, and not grey like Harley had initially feared. The only marks on his skin are hidden by small bandaids on his forehead where his head was held in place by screws and metal for the surgery. One spot on his head is shaved, and the bandage on it is white and clean.

“He doesn’t have a muzzle anymore.” Harley whispers and Ben nods with a small smile.

“Yeah… Uncle Stephen’s in charge up here, so…” Ben says quietly.

The heart monitor picks up a little and Tony’s hand twitches on top of the blanket. He sighs softly, squeezing his eyes gently, but not opening them.

“Boys…”

“Papa!” Harley yelps out, but immediately covers his mouth.

Tony chuckles tiredly. Ben feels his stomach do happy flips and he leans over to hug his father. Harley follows suit, wiggling in between the larger Alphas.

“I missed you…” Tony croaks out. He inhales as deeply as he can, savouring the comforting smell of his boys. His family, his home.

“God… We’re so glad you’re okay.” Ben says, pulling back gently to see his father crack his eyes open. His eyelids look heavy, but he fights to keep them open. Just by the look in his father’s eyes, Ben can tell he is like his old self. “Uncle Stephen’s really hopeful about you being okay now. Like- the- aggression and everything.”

Harley nods eagerly, his eyes watery.

Tony sighs a little, his lips twitching upwards.

“Yeah, I’m still foggy, but- not like before.” He says quietly, his words heavy with guilt and regret. “Where’s Pete? And Morgan?”

“Dad’s on his way.” Ben assures quickly. “Stephen’s sneaking him in, so, it’s taking a little longer. And Morgan is with Pepper. She’s great, a bit fussy, but… It’s a weird situation.” He chuckles a little nervously.

Tony nods with another sigh. The boys can tell he is exhausted, but he won’t give into sleep.

“Papa, it’s okay to rest.” Harley says, but Tony shakes his head.

“I-I wanna see him. I need to see him.”

[gumgumvibecheck]

this new admirals devil fruit is such an perfect foil for luffy its unreal. like, devil fruit that devours nutrients from people vs monkey d 'i want everyone to have enough food' luffy and his appetite and, honestly, his near gluttony for life and freedom and joy

like luffy, he takes freedom, not in the sense that he removes freedom from someone else but in the sense that freedom is never his to leisurely have. he has to fight for it, and he takes every little bit of it he finds. he’s nothing short of ravenous in his search for it. just like kiado hoarded food on wano the, oh i don’t know, evil forces of the world? the world government, evil people, etc, hoard freedom for themselves. warlords reign violence with impunity, the celestial dragons literately enslave people. they’re all hoarding freedom and only allowing it for themselves and luffy is taking it back. but to drag this all back to food, luffy doesn’t take freedom because his first and foremost goal is to be some sort of hero or knight or leader, he does it because he has an insatiable apatite for it.

and so the world government has sent an admiral to sap freedom from luffy as he tries to gorge himself on it