#I am half alseep know that

[oldmangrau]

I have learned many things from my years within this mortal coil which we all share. One of those things is that wrath is the quite possibly the most powerful emotion of them all. When wrath is allowed to burn freely, it will destroy all that comes near it, including the one who wields it and all those they may care for, but when tempered with logic and passion, it becomes a force which cannot be stopped. Wrath does not take the form of hatred nor anger alone, it can be those spiteful things that are done simply because someone once said that you would never be able to pull it off. Wrath can be kindness towards strangers. Wrath can be righteous anger from the injustices in this world. Wrath can be living a good life in spite of those who may wish for your suffering. So long as one does not let their wrath consume them, it can become the fire that fuels all of the good in their life. I have also learned that wrath is not necessary for life and that more often than not is a detriment to those who rely on it. Wrath often leads those whom it resides in to be blinded to the things that are most important in their life. Wrath is a poison like many others; when used in a controlled manner, there can be benefits to it, but too much too often and it will lead to many negative outcomes.

[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’

[soap143]

that 3racha fic was so so good! I love how your stories are always so complete, there's an atmosphere and it makes me really happy to read them, tysm for writing 🩷

since you're open for requests and I reallyyy love lee!han, could you write jisungie being tickled by his hyungs (hyunjin, 2racha and minho) just bc they think he's so cute and deserves to know? I just think tickling is such an adorable way of showing your love to someone if they're comfortable with it! hope you have fun with this request too if you decide to take it 💝

Of course I will take it, requests are very much appreciated. Thank you for the idea, anon! I will try my best.

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Cuter

Lee!Han

Ler! Hyung line

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Even though Stray Kids have had a rough and busy day, Changbin couldn’t help but notice that Han didn’t seem tired at all. I mean Chan, Hyunjin and Minho were nonstop complaining about their sore muscles and headaches, signaling how exhausted they are, while the only sound that Han made were annoying giggles and sassy lines.

Right now, Felix was massaging Minho’s and Hyunjin’s sore thigh muscles while 2racha were waiting for their turn. On the other hand, I.N and Seungmin had gone out to get some dinner for the whole group. It seemed like a pretty peaceful evening, until the all rounder Han Jisung showed up to disturb that peace.

“Heyyy~!” the quokka said as he aproached the other five members sassily “Ugghh, what do you wantt~?” Hyunjin dramatically whined, partly because he was annoyed and partly because of a sensitive spot that Felix had just shoved the massage gun into. Hannie dramatically gasped and clenched onto his chest, pretending to be dying at the moment “How DARE you be annoyed at me? Don’t you see how cute I am? Everything should be forgiven to me, because of my cuteness!” everyone started laughing at him for his very “meaningful” speech “I think I’m cuter” Changbin protested, poking his cheek with his finger and doing the puppy eyes “Pathetic! Worthless! Zero points! That’s not even half as cute as I am” Chan said, starting to do the aegyo “AAAHH, MY EYES, PLEHEHASE!!” Minho yelled, repeatedly poking the oldest of the group “You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, guys, I’m obviuosly the cutest!” Hyujin dramatically interviened, doing his best puppy eyes and making some very “cute” noises “Oh my God! (in the most aussie accent) What is that?! You call that cute? I’ll show you cute!” Felix playfully yelled “How are going to prove tha- HAHAH STAHAHAP STAHAHAP!!” the ferret almost fell of the couch trying to avoid the younger aussies sneaky fingers “See! That’s so much cuter~”

“STOP! I forbid you from continuing! This is not cute at all. I’m much cuter than Hyunjin!” Jisung suddenly greatly announced “Yeah, he’s right. I mean, his reaction to being tickled is much cuter than Hyunjin’s!” Minho said, sitting up on the couch as Felix finnished the massage “W-what?” “Oh yeah! Yesterday, I scribbled his neck as he was about to fall alseep and I kid you not he had the best reaction ever! He let out the most precious giggle that I have ever heard in my life~” Chan started fake wiping his tears, recapturing the memory “Oh my, I wanna hear that giggle! If it’s cuter than mine, you definitely are cuter than all of us!” Han gulped listening to his hyungs talking about wrecking him. Not like they were being direct about it, but he knew, Han knew that if he does not leave this very instance, he will get tickled to tears. So, he ran for his life, without even looking back. What a stupid decision.

Even if Han felt like he was gliding in the air with speed, Chan was hot on his tail. Jisung tried to make sudden moves to confuse the oldest member, but Chan could read him like a book, not falling for his moves even once. Han tried to quickly hide in the bathroom, locking the door behind himself. He thought he was safe, slumping himself onto the floor, more tired than ever. He was in such a hurry, that he even had forgotten to turn on the lights! Jisung lazily got up and switched the light on. He was not ready to see what he saw. Changbin was sitting on toilet seat, simply smirking right at him. How could he have gotten in there before him?! “AH! Hyung, you scahahred me…” the future tickle victim tried to fish his way out the situation by pretending to be oblivious, but obviuosly that wouldn’t work “Oh, I’m very much aware that I scared you, you screamed like a maniac(🫣)!” Han thought that playing along would make the situation better, somehow “Oh really? Yeah, I-I mean you did spook me quite a bit, I don’t think I’ve ever screamed as loud-“ “Oh please, this won’t work, Hannie, and you know it” Han just gulped. He was very much trapped, with Chan waiting outside the door and possibly Hyunjin and Minho accompanying him.

“Okahahay, this is so messed up Binnie, you know that this is nowhere near right, I mean, am I not cute? Don’t I deserve some mercy? This is NOT RIGHT SEO CHANGBIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING DO NOT GET ANY CLOSER” “Hyung, Binnie hyung you probably meant to say. There is no way out, if you would’ve let us wreck you without any of this unnecessary banter, than maybe we would’ve had some mercy. But now, oh Han Jisung, prepare yourself…” Jisung would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared shitless. I mean, he was going to die, right there. There was no escape. He could’ve accepted his fate and just given in, but that’s not Jisung like. No, he would try to run away atleast a couple more times, earning himself the worst punishment on the list, but he would not give up, ever. So, in a desperate act, he slammed his body onto the door, trying to unlock it as quickly as possible, almost falling to the ground when the door did push open and running… Straight into Chans arms. He fought until the very last minute, squirming as hard as he could in his hyungs arms, yelling and begging uncontrollably “PLEASE, pleaspleasepleaseease let gohohoho Channie hyuungg~~ You know you love me! I will not survive this! I’ll die! What will you do without me?! Huh? Tell me! Right, you’re useless without me, so if you let go now, we can forget this and leave it in the past and-“ “For goodness sake, stop talking” Chan said, mischievously smiling at his very first stray kid, knowing he was probably gonna be dead very soon.

“Oh, I see that you are back. See, I told you, Hyunjin, there was no need for extra help” Minho said, greeting Chan and Changbin, who came back into the living room with a wriggling in their grasp “Oh, it was a piece of cake(🫣) ! Actually, I don’t even think Changbin’s help was necessary. Han would’ve gotten bored of sitting in there so quickly!” the kangaroo answered, lighly kicking the victims knee, forcing him to fall weakly onto the ground “He got bored even with the best entertainer in the world!” Changbin announced with the brightest smile on his face “Plehehehase, let me gohohoho!~” Han tested his luck one last time, maybe Minho or Hyunjin would have mercy in him… He was very much wrong “Let’s get this done with, Jisung is suffering so much! Can’t you see? He is burning with anticipation! I can tell how much he wants this…” the cat-man teased, approching the squirming quokka. Jisung didn’t even have any time to think before Minho got to work, taking his wrists from Chan’s arms into his own and sitting on his hips “Chan, hold his arms! Changbin, sit on his ankles! Hyunjin, come next to me, I’ll show you all how to get him screaming.” Minho instructed. The boy, laying beneath all of his hyungs, was crimson red and totally flustered. Maybe Minho was right, maybe he did want this? That didn’t matter anyway, because the cat lover decided to begin his tickle lesson “So, he is basically deathly ticklish everywhere, but his worst spots are his armpits and legs, specifically knees” Minho pointed at the spots, lighly poking them making Jisung squeel and jerk to the opposite side “I wouldn’t sugest starting with those, because the session would be over far too quickly. Now, keep in mind that just because I said that his worst spots are his armpits and knees, that doesn’t mean that he’s not ticklish everywhere else” Jisung became the darkest shade of red imaginable, the blush running down from his cheeks onto his ears and neck, like ink “For example, I will show you right now, his ribs are pretty bad too” With that, Minho poked two fingers, both from opposite sides onto the boys sensitive ribs “GAHaha! Don’t do that, please!” The rest of the members, like students, seemed to be paying attention and taking down notes “All right, now that you have a rough idea about the canvas that we’ll be working with, we shall start” the dancer took the initiative by squeezing the lee’s sides “YAHAHAHA, DOHOHN’T Pl-plehehHEAHASE” “Wow, Minho, you are the master! You’ll have to teach me more about this!” Chan teasingly said, sitting on Jisung’s palms and poking both his armpits at the same time “HAHAGAGAHAHAHA PleahehaHahese stop the teheHEHasing~!” “Oh, Minho, he wants us to stop teasing, should we go all in(🫣)?” Hyunjin playfully asked, clawing the poor vocalist’s ribs “YAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAGAAAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO MEEHEHEHERCY PLEHEHEHASHSE!” Chan was still poking one of his most sensitive spots, Minho would not stop squeezing his sides no matter what and now Hyunjin was getting him aswell? He was genuinely going crazy.

“This is boring, teacher, aren’t we showing him too much mercy?” Changbin asked Minho from the very end of the victim’s body, where he was lighly, but enough to elit reactions from him, poking his legs and knees “PLEHEHEAHASE PLEHEHEASE MINHOHOHOHO HYUHUHNG!” “Yah, there’s no need for you to be so cute while you’re being wrecked~ As for you Changbin, I mean, don’t you see this beutiful piece of annoying ass that you can get revenge on for all the things that he did and even future one’s?” Minho said with a smirk, knowing this was getting the younger so good “Goddamnit,Binnie, just wreck him wherever, didn’t you listen to the instructions at the start?” Hyunjin scolded, switching from Jisung’s ribs to his sides quickly, making the lee aimlessly beg and jerk from side to side “NOHOHOHOHO, ANOHOHTHEHER SPOHOHOT ANOHOHOTHER SPOT PLEHEHEASE!”

“Minho, do you think he’ll mind a couple more fingers joining in? It’s kind of boring just holding him down…” Changbin asked with an obvious smirk “Hmmm… I don’t know, maybe we should ask him?” the bunny pretended to think for a moment, looking down at their victim, who was almost dying “NOHOHOHOHO, PLEHEHEHASE BIHIHIHINNIE! DOHOHOHON’T” “I think he’ll be fine, go for it, dwaekki boy!” the dancer encouraged the boy, smiling as he watched Han get all red and squirm even harder, if that was even possible “MEHEHEHERCYYY, I CAHAHAHAN’T!” No matter how much the allrounder begged and pleaded, he knew his hyungs wouldn’t stop. Not like he minded tho. Once Cangbin finally joined into the tickling party, the poor boy arched his back in an attempt to relieve the torturous sensation behind his knees. He was laughing so hard that his stomach and head had started to ache and tears ran down from his eyes all the way down his cheeks and onto his neck, damping the collar of his shirt. Hyunjin was switching between poking and showing all ten of his fingers onto his ribs, Chan was massaging circles into his armpits, Changbin just wouldn’t stop messing with his knees and sensitive thighs. But Minho was doing him the most trouble — he kept on instructing the other’s about the best spots and methods while agonizingly massaging deep circles into his hips. He’d never admit it, but actually loved it, but he knew he couldn’t take much more of it, not when all of his worst spots were being attacked all at once.

“PLEHEH-PLEHEHEASE I-I CAHAHAHAN’T BRehehehahe” As soon as Hannie’s laugher went silent, Minho notified everyone to stop. He was very much aware that Jisung didn’t hate it, in fact, he even thought that he might like this more than he could ever hate it. However, Minho wasn’t alone, in fact, most of Stray Kids had noticed their bandmates strange liking for tickling (and found it very cute). With this information in mind, wrecking Han had become the most fun activity both for the lee and ler.

By now everybody had climbed of the red and sweaty quokka, picking him up and laying him down on the couch “I hope we didn’t go too far, Sungie” Chan said, ruffling his kid’s hair and handing him a glass of water “No, I uh, I wanted to tell you something…” “What is it?!” Changbin, Hyunjin and Minho exclaimed, stomping into the room like wild animals. Han wanted to share his very secretive secret that everyone was aware of only with Chan, not trusting everybody enough yet, so having all of his hyungs surrounding him left the poor quokka quite nervous “Umm, gosh how do I say this… Uhm. Ok, so I didn’t specifically hate it” He finally spat out the words, feeling his heart crawling out from his throat “What are talking about, Hanji? What is it?” Changbin knew very well what it was, but ge just wanted to tease the younger a little longer “You know! What you just did right now, almost killing me” Jisung aas getting very much red, not handling the teases very well “Oh no we do not, tell us what is it because we are very much not awa-“ “Please, just quit it, can’t you see that is worse than the tickling?” the victim of the teases let out a relieved breath. Felix had successfully brought all the attention towards himself “Where were you, Lee Yongbok?” Minho questioned, stepping closer to the long haired boy “Yeah, mate, you were gone for a while…” Chan had cought up with the tickle master’s thoughts, sneakily approaching his australian brother asswell “Step away right now, I’m not in the mood at the moment” Oh he very much was. No matter how confident and mean he tried to sound, the elder’s could read him like a book, especially Channie. In all honesty, he had left only because he didn’t want to worsen his very much bad lee mood “Oh, I bet he’s so much cuter than Jisungie…” Hyunjin slowly advanced towards his and his hyungs next victim “YONGBOK RUN!!!!” Those were the very last words that Felix heard before gushing away from the relentless ler’s before he got caught up into their merciless grasp

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Hey, thank you for reading!❤️ Sorry that it took so long to update, anon. I’ve just had no motivation to write, but I’m so happy that I’ve finnished it! Have a nice day/night

[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.

[dad-friend]

explanations below the cut if you want more details:

METEOROLOGICAL

spring is march, april, and may

summer is june, july, and august

autumn is september, october, and november

winter is december, january, and february

ASTRONOMICAL (yes thats the right word i googled it)

spring starts on the vernal equinox (roughly march 21st)

summer starts on the summer so stice (roughly june 21st)

autumn starts on the autumnal equinox (roughly september 22nd)

winter starts on the winter solstice (roughly december 22nd)

VIBES

like a kids book;

spring means flowers and mild temperatures

summer means heat and/or beach weather, sunscreen is necessary

autumn means the trees have turned and temperatures are mild again

winter means its cold and dark and there is probably snow

HOLIDAYS

spring starts sometime between valentines day and saint patrick's day (possibly whatever the groundhog decides that year)

summer starts on memorial day

autumn starts on labor day

winter starts the friday or saturday after thanksgiving

HOLIDAYS BUT NOT THOSE ONES &

OTHER

listen yall im gonna be honest im making this in like 10 mins while half alseep, im sure theres obvious stuff im missing and i know the fact that im an american doesnt help Imao

however i am fr curious so like. yell in the tags, live your dreams live your truth etc, i genuinely would love to know

[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.

[icarusredwings]

14 does something extremely cringe and SECONDS later 15 calls and is like "Just why? Honey WHY. Do you know how many nights im going to have stayed up thinking about that!?"

15 just calls him and is like "Heyyyy do us a favor and tell him no."

"Tell who no?"

"I dont know yet. Just tell him no."

And 14 ends up telling everyone no that day. It's hard for him because he's still in his semi people pleasing phase.

Or someone asks 14 something and he suddenly gets a bad feeling and is like "Hold on. I have to call my advisories. *runs away and panics* What should I do!? Does this feel sus to you?"

"Oh honey, who taught you sus? Dont ever say that again. But yeah, it's giving major Sus"

Even better Ruby and 15 are at saxteens wedding and shes like "Why are you glaring at him?" And 15 is sat there, death glaring this man like. "Thats my ex husband."

"What did he do?"

"....I dont know yet. Ill tell you when I find out."

Like 3 years later at 4 am

"OMG BABES GUESS WHAT"

Ruby, who hasnt been his companion in 2 years and is half alseep: What!? Is the earth exploding or something!? Do you need me for something!? Whats wrong Doctor!?!?

"The fucker ate my last toaster stroodle! Ooh, that bastard!"

"....." *hangs up*

"Ruby? Hello?"

Since Fifteen is Fourteen healed (“healed”) he’s got to have Fourteens memories to an extent (it’s been well established that they don’t really remember the past events that involve two doctors of different times until it’s happened already)

That being said, do you think Fifteen ever calls up Fourteen and is like “hey babes, don’t go to the store today” and Fourteen is freaking out trying to figure out why but Fifteen doesn’t really remember why cause it hasn’t happened yet. It’s just a hunch Fifteen has

Turns out it’s cause Fourteen needs to buy milk for Rose but the milk she drinks is out of stock and it’s a wasted trip to the store

Fourteen phones Fifteen to be like “bruh” and Fifteen is just like “oh yaaaaaa, I remember now. Nothing to worry about tho!”

[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.

[dionysusbisexual]

torture + geraskier

I really hope you like it, I am not the best at writing straight up  whump n torture scenes, though it’s brief and focuses more on Jaskier getting better.

Find it on ao3

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Jaskier sat in the cold, desolate cell, beaten and bloodied and half gone. He had been captured by Nilfgaard in one of his heart broken, drunk stupers and ever since dragged through hell, they had tried to rip his mind open, tear it apart, but his magic prevented the mage assigned to ruin him to gain access to any of his memories --and barely any of his thoughts in general-- that may endanger Geralt. When that didn’t work they had taken to different tactics, a deep scar across his back, hand bruises on his neck, his fingers cut with bones broken along with too many other wounds to count, covered in his own blood. He was leaning against the wall panting, closer to death than he ever had been when he heard the guards approaching. “Look at the little songbird, trapped and mute, unable to escape.” He said, his voice condescending and mocking. Jaskier rolled his eyes but didn’t speak. He found it wasn’t worth it. By sheer luck -- for them-- they had put Jaskier in partly iron shackles, weakening him significantly. “Nothing to say?” Jaskier didn’t react. The guard didn’t seem like this, hitting hard and knocking him over. “You know… This could aaaall end if you just told us where the Witcher is” the guard said crouching down in front of Jaskier. The bard simply spat blood in his face before saying “Probably fucking your mother.” not his best line but, well, cold you really blame him? The guard growled before pulling Jaskier by his hair and throwing him against a wall. He started  to stalk towards Jaskier as he lost consciousness, his last thoughts quite simple. At least he had granted Geralt his blessing.

The last thing he felt was a punch to the stomach and the last thing he heard was the squelch of a sword through a throat.

___

Geralt was carrying Jaskier, desperately trying to wake him up, while not jostling him too much, he made it to where Yennefer was, disposing the last of the guards before opening a portal, Geralt took a deep breath and ran through it, practically sprinting towards Triss to save hi- the bard… He has lost the privilege of calling him his years ago.

They quickly set Jaskier down on the table and Triss got to healing him slowly. Geralt was a mess, had been a mess ever since the mountain. At first he had thought it was because of Yennefer but after finding her, after missing the noise, after growing to despise the silence. He knew he had missed, needed, Jaskier.  He has tried to track down Jaskier, tried for three years to no avail until a rumor spread tha a the great Bard, Jaskier, had been kidnapped. And Geralt knew in that moment what had happened and blamed himself. It was not a short healing process, with all the physical damage done, it had taken Jaskier three days to wake up. Three days that Geralt spent by his side, refusing to leave the room to eat, which led Eskel to bringing up his lunch and staring at his brother, usually giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, it led to Lambert not teasing him and Ciri spending time with her new father figure in Jaskiers room, always worried because he had gone completely non verbal. Geralt eventually did fall asleep, something had avoided doing by sharpening his sword and changing Jaskiers bandages. He fell asleep holding Jaskiers unbroken hand softly.

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Jaskier awoke to a weight on his uninjured hand, panicked at first until he saw Geralt holding it, fast asleep and looking peaceful, pure confusion bubbling inside him until it was joined by anger and hurt. This seemed to have woken up Geralt, whose first instinct was to hold Jaskiers hand tighter until he realized he was the cause of that smell. He stared at Jaskier, unable to form words, pre relief that Jaskier was awake before noticing the expression on Jaskiers face.

Jaskier snatched his hand away and tried to move away from him on the bed only to be met with pain.

“Please, please don’t move.”

Jaskier looked at him with confusion, Geralt never said please. He was still glaring at Geralt, though, distrustful and weary. After weeks of what he had gone through he wasn’t feeling particularly kind.

“Jaskier” Geralt rasped out. “The mount-”

“Leave it. I’ll be out of your hair when I’m healed. Give you your life's one blessing.” Geralt flinched and pursed his lips. “Get out of my room.” Geralt hesitated, wanting to say something before leaving.

Jaskier lied there, trying his best not to cry when a sorceress and Yennefer entered the room, seemingly to check on him. He tried his best not to be too hostile to Yennefer, he had a feeling she and the other woman saved his life. “Jaskier.”

He didn’t respond, she sighed.

The other mage approached him and gave him a warm smile, she seemed much kinder . She was frankly beautiful, maybe if he was younger and less… Exhausted he might have even tried to woo her. “Hello, my name is Triss, I’m glad to see you finally awake, we were worried that I lost you for a second there. He tried to give her his best smile “Jaskier, but you probably knew that. How long till I can move.” Triss’s smile dropped a little. “I’m afraid you’re going to be bed ridden for a few more days. He frowned. “Ahh, I see. Well, give me the sinopses, doc, will I ever play again?” he said, a bit dramatically. He felt his hand nearly healed and along with his own magic he knew he’d be fine, but reassurance was never bad.

She huffed, “You’ll be fine. You won't play for another week though, I suggest staying here until you can.” “It would be a waste if we spent so much time just for you to ruin it, Bard.”

Jaskier glared at Yennefer but conceded. “In fact… You should stay with us.” Triss said softly. At that Jaskier let out a bitter laugh. “I would rather not. I’ll head back to Oxenfurt, put on a good glamour like I should have in the first place.” Triss frowned. “I’m afraid that that isn’t possible… The safest place is here, in Kaer Morhen.” Jaskier grit his teeth and decided not to argue for the time being, too exhausted to protest.

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The next few days went as the following, one of Geralt's brothers would come up, talk to Jaskier and get him to eat. Later on Ciri would come in and talk to him, having someone from back home to provide her comfort, him being relieved she made it out alive.

Once he got out of bed… Geralt would give him food, make sure he didn’t strain himself and be a general frustration. Jaskiers hurt over the mountain warring with the love he still had, with the affection brought through Geralt's actions.

He knew what the others were doing, trying to get him to see Geralt was trying to change, but Jaskier kept convincing himself it wasn’t so ntil it reached a boiling point.

“Stop.” His voice was firm, expression stormy. Geralt was currently serving him food, both haven woken up at night from their own, cruel nightmares. Geralt paused before turning to Jaskier. “Jaskier,”

“No. You don’t get to… Fucking take care of me and try to act like nothing happened. I don’t need your fucking pity and I don’t need your family participating in whatever fucking game it is you’re playing.”

“Julek, it isn’t-”

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that! How dare you, how dare you push me away for years and deny our friendship, how dare you tell me I’m the worst thing that happened to you and then-and then save me and act like it never- like you haven’t shattered my heart into a million pieces you absolute bastard!” He was crying at this point, shaking before falling into the chair behind him. Geralt had nothing to say, pausing before he slowly walked towards Jaskier and kneeled before him.

“Jaskier… I- hm. The words I said on the mountain” Jaskier flinched “I didn’t mean them I- Yennefer was gone and it was my fault and you were there and I-I wanted to hurt someone, I wanted to be alone and to push you away. I was wrong, I was so wrong.” he took a deep breath “You’re… You’re my life's blessing, you’re the good choice I’ve made. I’m so sorry. Please, let me prove to you that I’ve changed, that I can treat you better. That… I want to be kinder. I… I am a selfish man, I do not deserve your forgiveness but I want to stay by your side.” Jaskier stared at the man in front of him, sincerity in his voice before taking a deep breath. “And if I don’t want you to prove it? If I want to leave?”

Geralt grimaced “Then I will let you leave.” Jaskier reached out and cupped his cheek.

“I’m still mad but I forgive you. I think I forgave you a while ago.” Geralt gave the smallest smile “But I can’t… I-I love you Geralt. I can’t be by your side while you and Yennefer play h-”

“Yennefer and I aren’t together. She and Triss are in love and I. Hm. I love you too.” he said the last part softly, as if afraid that Jaskier would take back his words with his admission.

Jaskier looked at him shocked before  giving him a watery smile “Then I will stay by your side… But I can’t. I need time, I want to take it slow.” Geralt nodded “I will wait. I will make it up to you”

Jaskier pulled Geralt up “Well, you can start with a kiss.”