#ahahaha it could mean nothing

[eddiesmustache]

[just-null]

i've always wanted to try out this trend! i didnt think i drew him that different. i was wrong. very wrong.

hes so baby girl in my style what the fuck. oh i know, i was just drawing what gege meant to draw. dw, i got his telepathic brainwaves 👍

[time lapse + my headcanons for Noritoshi's appearance under the cut]

some headcanons i have while drawing him are semi obvious while others are bc i like it ahehahhaheha

cupid's bow lips! this was semi inspired by Mizuki Umetsu, the actor for Noritoshi in the jjk stage play! hes so. pretty. perfect guy for the role imo! i was captivated therefore my views changed.

longer hair! the thought that his bangs(? are the same length, or longer, as the rest of his hair is nice.. it also makes his inevitable haircut much more refreshing! i also just like long hair and its a fucking waste not to do whatever the i want.

thicker brows and visible eyelashes! i naturally draw thicker eyebrows because it looks pretty, but the eyelashes is so fucking canon bro. dont even fight me on this, you'll lose. i read a fic about Noritoshi where it said he took good care of himself and his appearance inspired jealousy. that fucked me up man, so now i draw him as beautiful as i can.

monolids! I've looked through the manga and i think its highly implied that Noritoshi has monolids? yk those lines in between the eye and eyebrow, he doesnt have them in the manga. i thought it was because of the expressions he had, but no. the others have them, except geto! so geto also having monolids is so fr in my head. i like that feature abt him.

loose hairs! the hairs that i draw on his face. they make him look so cute and a bit more relaxed. he's not trying to be perfect nor have a single strand out of place. he's just a bit more at ease... though if there's something important he has to go through, he sharpens up. becomes.. stiffer?

I UNINTENTIONALLY MADE HIS CHEST LOOK A BIT BIGGER IN MY STYLE AND I WANT TO APOLOGIZE, BUT I'D BE A LIAR. DOES THIS COUNT AS A HEADCANON??? I JUST THINK... SINCE. YK. HES AN ARCHER. AND DOES TRAINING. AND COMBAT. AND DOES ALL THOSE HIGH JUMPS... HIS CHEST. ITD BE A BIT BIGGER FOR HIS STATURE.. omfg. that'd imply that his legs are fucking insane. and his arms too, since he has to pull back all those arrows so quickly.. oh my fuck. this. this is a revelation. what are you hiding under those robes noritoshi...???? one day.. one day we'll see...

oh my fucking god i forgot that i wrote shit while drawing. please ignore my fucking stupid writings AND THE STUPID ASS THING IN THE MIDDLE I FORGOT ABT WHILE DRAWING..

[redgearsmovin]

Season 2 - Birthday Ball

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

if you enjoyed this, reblogs and/or comments are greatly appreciated <33

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Deuce Spade - Night Sky Chiffon Vignette

I heard him challenge me and I just…

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Riddle: The Princess in the Tower used a frying pan on a thief built like a brick in the closet…

[staaaaare]

Jack: ME!?

Kalim: I mean, you're the tallest out of all of us, right?

Deuce: There aren't any closets in the library… So I guess we'll need to use a supply room instead.

Jack: Hey, don't just ignore me! How were you planning on using "this" to lock me in, anyway?

Deuce: That's where I'm stuck. Housewarden, none of the books said how it was done, right?

Riddle: Correct. There's nothing written other than "The thief was locked up using the frying pan."

Deuce: So we gotta come up with something on our own, huh. Hmmm… I can't really think of what to use it for other than frying eggs.

Jack: I think "frying eggs" is a bit too specific. But I do agree, I can't think of anything else but using it to cook.

Kalim: Saaame. I can't think of anything.

Riddle: Perhaps when she came across the thief, she just happened to have a frying pan in her hands.

Deuce: I see. I guess if you're holding a frying pan, it could be used to intimidate a thief somewhat.

Deuce: Plus, maybe if I raised it up high like this…

Jack: Hmph, what, you think that's threatening?

Jack: It's said he was a thief, so he's probably had to deal with guards, or needed to run for long periods.

Jack: But the princess had been locked up in the tower forever, and never squared off against another person before.

Jack: Can't imagine the thief would ever lose to the princess unless he was somehow tied down or something.

Deuce: Who knows? The princess was always doing a ton of climbing, which woulda build up muscle.

Jack: What, you wanna go?

Deuce: Yeah, let's go!

Kalim: Ahahaha, suddenly Deuce's the Princess in the Tower and Jack's become the thief!

Riddle: You two are getting too heated. Leave your little tiff for later.

Deuce: Ah, sorry! I heard him challenge me and I just…

Deuce: …Oh!

Deuce: What if the princess didn't fight him or use force to stop him, but challenged him to something to make him listen to her?

Kalim: What's that supposed to mean?

Deuce: Jack just said, "Can't imagine the thief would ever lose to the princess," right?

Deuce: What if the thief also thought the same thing? I bet he wouldn't turn down a challenge from the princess, then.

Riddle: I see, so she used his carelessness to her advantage.

Jack: If what Deuce says is true and he lost to her in some way, I can understand the thief listening to her, sure…

Jack: But that still doesn't explain how the frying pan was used.

Kalim: Mmm… Oh hey, maybe it was used for tennis? A frying pan and a racket are pretty much the same thing.

Riddle: There's no ball, now is there? And it would be a massive issue if a ball or racket were to hit the books!

Riddle: Although, it may not be too bad of an idea to consider some sort of game that would utilize something similar to a frying pan.

Deuce: Something similar to a frying pan, huh. It'd have to have a rounded end and a thin handle…

Deuce: …A spoon?

Deuce: Oh yeah, if it's that one game that uses a spoon, then...!!

Kalim: Hm? You come up with something, Deuce?

Deuce: Yes! The "Egg Race"!

Jack: Egg Race? What's that?

Riddle: It's a common game that's played on sports days back in the Queendom of Roses.

Deuce: You balance a whole egg on a spoon and run towards the goal. The fastest one is the winner.

Deuce: I think the rules are different depending on where it's played, like some places'll disqualify you if you drop the egg, and others just make you start all over.

Jack: So, in other words, you're saying we should try playing this Egg Race thing with a frying pan instead of a spoon?

Deuce: Yeah. Wouldn't that make it a challenge that can be done with a frying pan?

Kalim: I like the idea! Oh, but… We don't have eggs. Should we ask someone to bring some?

Riddle: I find it hard to believe that an egg would fall easily from the surface of a frying pan, in the first place.

Deuce: It'll work. I've thought about that too!

Deuce: We still have a ton of sugar cubes left over that was brought in with the tea set.

Deuce: We'll stack them up high in the center of the frying pan, and whoever makes it to the goal without letting them topple over wins.

Deuce: How's that sound?

Riddle: It's not that difficult to stack cubes of sugar, though…

Kalim: Ack, they all fell over when I picked up the frying pan. It's gonna be hard to run while keeping it balanced.

Riddle: But it may be easy to implement in the library… Let us try Deuce's idea.

Deuce: Alright. So, Jack!

Deuce: IT'S TIME TO DUEL, YOU AND ME, WITH THIS SUGAR CUBE RACE!

Jack: What!?

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Deuce: Alright. So, Jack!

Deuce: IT'S TIME TO DUEL, YOU AND ME, WITH THIS SUGAR CUBE RACE!

Jack: What!?

Riddle: Ah, yes, if we are to consider this a competition between the prince and the thief, then a head-to-head duel is appropriate.

Kalim: Ahahah! Jack and Deuce, one-on one, huh! This is gonna be good～!

Deuce: If I win against you, I'm gonna have you go into that supply room over there.

Jack: You really want that duel with me, huh… What are you trying to pull here?

Deuce: Nothing? Oh, I get it. You're scared.

Deuce: I mean, if you think you can't beat me, we can think of a different idea…

Jack: Huh? Who's scared?

Jack: I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it. I'll take you on!

Deuce: The goal is the bookshelf on the far wall. The one who can make it there without letting the sugar cubes fall over wins.

Jack: Yeah, yeah, I know the rules. Let's start already.

Kalim: Okay, get yourselves lined up. Ready… SET, GO!

Jack/Deuce: LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

[dash!!]

Jack: Woah, the sugar cubes almost fell over already.

Jack: Tch… I want to pick up more speed, but running without letting it fall is taking all my focus.

Riddle: His sugar cubes almost toppled over right at his starting dash, but it looks like he recovered somehow.

Riddle: It seems like Jack has changed it up and opted to take larger strides.

Riddle: There's not a single wasted movement in his steps, he's very consistent. I'm sure his core is very well built.

Kalim: Jack's just zooming along! But Deuce hasn't moved at all from the start line.

Kalim: He's been adjusting how he holds the frying pan for a while now… Is he having trouble keeping the sugar cubes standing?

Riddle: No… Take a look. DEUCE IS OFF AND RUNNING!

Kalim: He's so fast!! But if he hurries too much, the sugar cubes'll fall over.

Kalim: …Huh, they're not moving at all. Deuce is almost caught up to Jack. This is turning out to be an awesome match!

Riddle: This is no time to be enjoying the race with your commentary. It will all come down to whether this can be considered passable for this specific anecdote.

Kalim: Oh, right. But we can still cheer for them, right? KEEP IT UP, YOU TWO!!!

Riddle: How carefree… Oh.

Riddle: Deuce has almost caught up to Jack, even though he had a delayed start…!

Jack: Urk, when did you...!

Deuce: You sure you can afford to look away? I'll be taking the lead now!!

Jack: Wait! Dammit, his running is so smooth…!

[dash!!]

Kalim: Deuce has passed Jack… and widened the lead!!

Riddle: THE RACE IS OVER! THE WINNER IS DEUCE SPADE!!

Deuce: YEAH!

Kalim: Deuce, you did amazing catching up. I totally thought Jack was gonna win.

Riddle: Indeed. I hadn't expected you to be able to run at such speeds while keeping yourself steady as you did.

Jack: …So it's not like you were trying to pull some trick on me, but you were challenging me in something you knew you could win in.

Jack: Tch… It's your win, Deuce.

Kalim: Huh, what's that mean?

Deuce: I knew I'd be able to win in the sugar cube race, is all.

Deuce: I've had tons of experience riding blastcycles up bumpy gravel roads and steep slopes.

Deuce: I'm pretty confident in my ability to keep my balance.

Riddle: So, back at the starting line, were you adjusting your grip on the frying pan, trying to figure out the best way to hold it steady?

Deuce: Pretty much, yes.

Jack: Looks like I got provoked into it.

Jack: I hate to say it, but a loss is a loss. I'll let myself get shoved into the supply room.

Jack: I'm ready to go. Do it now, Deuce!

Deuce: RIGHT, HERE WE GO, JACK!!

[SLAM!!!]

[Exterior Hallway 2F]

Riddle: We're finally back on the campus proper. We can still see the lanterns so clearly from here.

Kalim: It's so pretty～ I'm glad I get to enjoy this view with you guys.

Kalim: And hey, that sugar cube race thing that Deuce came up with sure was fun. We should all do it someday!

Deuce: I'm up for it. Though, I might just sweep all of you.

Jack: Yeah, right. I'll be the one to win it next time.

Riddle: I've grasped the concept after watching Deuce. If I participate, I won't stand to lose, either.

Deuce: You too, Housewarden…!? But, fine. Doesn't matter who I go up against, I'll never lose!

Requested by @farfalla049 and @skibidibabygirl.

[prettyboypistol]

Can we see some head-canons of how the mercs would react to the reader asking to join them in the shower.

Asking The Mercs to Join You in The Shower || TF2 Mercs x M!Reader 18+ MDNI

Scout

"ahahaha without me bbg?" energy every time you say you're showering. As soon as you offer to let him join you, he blushes a deep red and insists that you're weird and that he's not gay. He thinks about it though, and after about 5 minutes he goes to his room, then sneaks to the showers to ask if you were serious about your offer.

What happens: probably nothing toooooo spicy, but maybe a sloppy make out session and some heavy petting. As soon as you touch his dick he jolts back and says that's too far. You nod and apologize.

Soldier

Doesn't really understand the connotations immediately, but as soon as you offer him a blowie he's like "I AM NOT A BRIBABLE OFFICER, PRIVATE!" You assure him it's not to gain favor, it could just be a one-time thing. You just think he's very handsome and would be honored to get hot n' heavy with a superior officer.

What happens: a blowjob and you worshipping Soldier's body- maybe he gets a little rough with you, but nothing too bad since it's under the guise of a one-off hookup.

Pyro

Pyro innocently accepts and offers to wash your back in public, but as soon as you two are alone, they know your game. They push you against the wall and breathe against your neck, the mask causing a noise that envelopes your senses.

What happens: You get to see what's under the suit- well, barely- the steam obscures your vision when they unzip the pelvis zipper of their suit. Whatever is was, it felt good.

Demoman

Teases you about needing some company to shower, asking if you need help washing your back or if you just want an excuse to see him naked. When he arrives he's very pleasantly surprised to actually see you there with an intention to do more than wash his back.

What happens: probably at most a mutual handjob or a dominant Demoman giving you a reach around while you're pressed against the tile walls.

Engineer

Blushes a bright red and hides his face in his hands, waving you away and calling you crazy. He grumbles and goes to his workshop to tinker on his machines, as he usually did when he had emotions to process.

What happens: he doesn't join you initially, but comes to your room late into the night and offers to shower with you then. By the way, he built a toaster while he was busy.

Heavy

Doesn't know what to think at first when you ask, desperately wants you to mean an innuendo, but is highkey a little insecure about himself- who'd like a man in his late 40's who's got a bad case of MPB? Well, when you come onto him his bran explodes.

What Happens: Probably some kissing, maybe a little hesitant touches. Nothing too spicy but intimate enough for both of you to blush when you see each other the next day.

Medic

Very flirty, very down for the proposition. Offers to escort you to the showers himself levels of down for whatever. As soon as the waters are warm our hands are all over each other, his glasses were knocked on the floor, you are overwhelmed with pleasure and his mouth on yours.

What Happens: Probably the farthest you go with any of the mercs, straight up a great possibility that you have sex. Medic's a passionate and rather noisy lover, so everyone avoids the shower until it's obvious both of you have left- and Engie sends in his cleaning robots. Just in case.

Spy

Applauds your boldness and bravery, but there is a 50/50 chance that he declines your offer unless you're blindfolded. As much as he has a sweet affection for you, he loves his mask ever so slightly more.

What Happens: An intimate bathing routine where you're blindfolded and sat on a stool in his personal shower, you're scrubbed, massaged, and pampered with the most aromatic sensations known to man. Afterwards, you might get lucky on his bed.

Sniper

Blushes a deep red, hides his face under his hat, and mumbles about how unprofessional you're being. You two are coworkers for christ's sake! Of course he declines your offer!

What Happens: He can't get the thought of you showering out of his head. It starts messing up his shots due to distracting him so much. After the third respawn, he groans and asks you to shower with him. Nothing happens, but you both get an eyeful of each other.

[celestelunia]

I’ve been loving your fics so far! And I was wondering if you could write Jamil being poisoned/hit with a love potion and being all over gn!reader and they’re just kinda like really flustered (turns out the live potion only works on who ever the person already loves) so gn!reader confesses to Jamil once he’s back to normal! Ty!

Aw! Thank you so much! I'm glad you've been enjoying them! I've been having fun writing them lol

Sorry this took a while. Been slowly making my way through the list, but this is my first Jamil ask! I hope it came out okay and that you like it!

Warnings: None. Reader is GN.

"This....is just so weird...." You said as you sat on a cushion in the common area of Scarabia. A pair of arms were wrapped around your waist from behind as Jamil chin rested against your shoulder as he cuddled against your neck gently, causing you to blush.

"Ahahaha! I think it's cute! I've never seen him like this before." Kalim laughed with a grin as he placed his hands on the back of his head.

You didn't get all the details, but one moment you had walked into Scarabia to see your crush, and the next, he was suddenly all over you, showering you with affection.

Needless to say, you almost fainted on the spot at the sudden onslaught of attention from your long-time crush. According to Kalim, he had mentioned something had gone wrong in potions, and Jamil was hit in the face with a puff of dust and magic due to the mini explosion that was triggered by the event. Professor Crewel had mentioned that it would wear off in a couple of hours and to just look after him till it does.

Jamil had acted like nothing was wrong at first, and he seemed like his usual self, so Kalim figured whatever the professor might have been worried about was just a mistake.

That was until you walked into the dorm, and Jamil's personality did a 180! He turned into some kind of love sick puppy who couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"T-This isn't like him at all! I'm sure he is just being this way to me since I was the first one he saw when I came over! This isn't fai-ahhh!" You yelped when you felt Jamil warm lips against the side of your neck as he gave it a small kiss. Turning bright red, you had tried to free yourself, only to have your crush tighten his hold against you. This was torture!!

"Hmmm." Kalim hummed softly in thought as he paid no mind to your struggles. "I don't think that's right. He was with me the whole time and even saw a couple of students on our way back to the dorm, and nothing happened." He explained before pulling out his phone to check something. "We were trying to make a certain potion in class, but because I added the wrong ingredients, it completely changed the contents of the potion."

"So this is your fault?!" You yelled as you pointed at the housewarden who just laughed.

"Yep! I'm sorry!" Kalim grinned as he looked back at his phone.

With a pout, you huffed before looking back at Jamil, who was still happily cuddling against your shoulder. "This...isn't real, though. He wouldn't be like this with me if it wasn't for that potion..."

At hearing your words, Kalim looked up from his phone. He knew about your crush on his best friend, and you two often talked a lot when you were feeling down and frustrated about the situation. If he was being honest, Kalim thought you were perfect for Jamil. He needed someone like you in his life to balance him out. The housewarden paused for a moment as he debated on bringing this up. He really wanted you two to figure things out on your own, but maybe a little push wouldn't hurt, right?

"That's not entirely true." Kalim said as he watched you turn to look at him. "He only started acting this way the moment you showed up. The spell on this potion just amplifies feelings that already existed inside someone." He said with a warm smile.

At his words, your eyes widen. Was that true? If it was, that would mean...

At that moment, your whole face turned red as a puff of smoke appeared above your head as you were suddenly overloaded with this information.

Kalim grinned as he stood up from his spot in front of you. "He should be back to normal in an hour or so. Keep watching over him for me! Thanks, Y/N!" He said before heading off to give you two some alone time..

"Nooo! Don't you dare leave!" You had yelled, but it was too late as Kalim had disappeared somehow. How was he that quick!?

Over the next hour, you had managed to drag Jamil to his room, but he didn't make it easy. Having him being this clingy was killing your heart. As time went on, you noticed how Jamil was starting to get a bit woozy as you managed to get him on his bed in time before he seemed to fall asleep. Good. Maybe this was a sign the potion was exiting his system.

With a sigh, you pulled up a chair to the side of his bed as you waited for Jamil to wake up. At least now you had a moment to gather your thoughts.

If Kalim was correct, then that meant that Jamil felt the same towards you as you did him. Just the thought alone made your heart race! While Jamil did give you some special treatment from time to time, it wasn't really enough for you to figure out his feelings. He was a man who kept his cards close to his chest, after all.

Maybe you could be brave and finally open up to him about your feelings...?

After a moment, Jamil let out a groan as he slowly opened his eyes. Noticing the ceiling of his bedroom, he sighed before placing his hand against his forehead. He had a bit of a headache. What the hell happened? The last thing he could recall was doing potions with Kalim...

"You're awake. How are you feeling?"

At the familiar voice, Jamil's head snapped to the side to see you sitting next to his bed. Why were you here!?

"Y/N?" Jamil called out as he sat up in his bed. "What are you doing here?"

"I was asked to look after you. Do you remember anything?" You asked as you watched Jamil carefully.

At those words, Jamil frowned slightly, not liking how you asked. Why did he feel like something happened that he was missing? He didn't do something embarrassing in front of you, did he!?

Hearing his phone ding the vice housewarden reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Noticing it was a text from Kalim, he opened it to see a photo attached that made him almost drop his phone...

It was a picture of him with his arms wrapped around Y/N as he was basically cuddling with them from behind. 

What happened!? Was this real!? Feeling his face heat up, Jamil put his phone down before placing one of his hands over his face in embarrassment.

You, on the other hand, just watched as Jamil checked his phone before turning bright red. As you went to speak, you felt your phone vibrate, and as you pulled it out, you saw a message from Kalim.

"Jamil should be back to normal by now. I believe in you! You got this!" Was the text he had sent. In that moment, you got the feeling Jamil had received something from the housewarden as well.

"Jamil." You had called out as you got your courage together. When you saw him about to speak, you held up your hand to stop him. You were worried if he said anything that you might lose your nerve. "I like you." You had managed to get out.

At your words, Jamil froze up for a second before he suddenly turned his head towards you. His eyes full of surprise.

"I like you, Jamil." You repeated. "I know you have a lot on your shoulders, but it doesn't change that you're an amazing person. You're smart, a great dancer, and an amazing cook! I really love everything about you."

Feeling his cheeks warm up more, Jamil leaned his head back to look up at his ceiling. To think you would be the one to confess first. He really needed to step up his game...

"H-how about you stay over tonight for dinner? I'll make something special. Just for the two of us." He said before he looked back over at you with a grin. "Think of it as my way for saying sorry that you had to confess first."

At the offer, you blinked before you felt like your heart was going to explode. "Y-you really feel the same?" You whispered in surprise.

Jamil turned as he threw his legs over the side of his bed. "For a long time, but I kept finding excuses to not face this feelings. I shouldn't have put you through all of that. That potion mishaps just opened my eyes a bit more." He said as he made a mental note to give Kalim a lecture about being more careful in the future. He normally wasn't this open and honest, but he owed you that much after what he did to you. Maybe it was okay to be selfish for once.

"Come on." Jamil said as he gently poked your forehead before holding out his hand to you. "Let me treat you like royalty today."

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh as you stood up and took Jamil's hand. "Just be your normal self." You said happily as it felt like a weight had been lifted off of you.

To think a small mishap like this would work in your favor? You would have to make sure to thank Kalim later.

[daisymbin]

Hiya belle!!! Hope ur not sick of me in ur notifs yet ahahaha but is it ok if i make another request? I was looking at ur prompts list and these ones stood out to me in a ✨️vision✨️ HAHAHAH

Imagine a gym-buddies scenario with

fluff 16. "how do you look good even in sweatpants?" + suggestive 2. "are you trying to distract me on purpose?" and 22. "your place or mine?"

With mingyu cos im predictable af hehe (and him being the one in the sweatpants ofc hahaha)

I COULD NEVER BE SICK OF YOU PLEASE!! u have no idea how much I love reading your feedback 🥲🤍🤍 +++ I tried my best for this one though i don't know if I did it justice 😩

full prompt list!

check out my masterlist! // gyu's m.list

fluff prompt #16: "how do you look good even in sweatpants?" +

suggestive prompt #2: "are you trying to distract me on purpose?" +

suggestive prompt #22: "your place or mine?"

you weren’t supposed to be staring. that was the rule, right? focus on your own workout, respect personal space, and definitely don’t let your gaze linger on your gym buddy, mingyu, like he was some kind of greek god come to life.

but here you were, blatantly ignoring all of that as you watched him lift weights. his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his black t-shirt clung to his chest, damp from sweat. his hair was a mess from the workout, and every movement of his arms sent his muscles rippling in ways that made your stomach flip.

you swallowed hard and forced yourself to look away, pretending to be very interested in the weights rack in front of you. but mingyu, ever observant, didn’t miss a thing.

“you’re staring.”

you jolted, whipping your head toward him. “i’m not!”

he set the barbell down, wiping his hands with a towel as he smirked at you. “you so are. don’t even try to deny it.”

“i’m just… looking around,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up under his teasing gaze.

“sure,” he said, stepping closer with a knowing grin. “looking right at me.”

you groaned, desperate to change the subject, but then your mouth betrayed you. “how do you look good even in sweatpants?”

the words slipped out before you could stop them, and as soon as they did, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. mingyu froze for a second, and then that smirk of his turned downright devilish.

“what was that?”

“nothing,” you stammered, waving your hands as if to erase the moment.

“no, no, i heard it,” he said, leaning down slightly so his face was closer to yours. “you think i look good in sweatpants?”

“forget it,” you mumbled, looking everywhere but at him.

he tilted his head, a playful gleam in his eyes. “are you trying to distract me on purpose?”

your eyes widened, and you shook your head furiously. “what? no! i wasn’t—”

“so you’re just naturally distracting then?” he asked, his voice dropping a notch as he took another step closer.

you took a step back instinctively, your heart racing as you tried to keep your composure. “you’re so full of yourself.”

“and you’re avoiding the question,” he shot back, his grin only widening as he watched you squirm under his gaze. “come on, admit it. you like what you see.”

you buried your face in your hands, your voice muffled as you groaned, “you’re impossible.”

he laughed, that low, warm sound that sent shivers down your spine. “impossible, but not wrong.”

when you peeked at him through your fingers, he was still grinning, leaning casually against the rack of weights like he hadn’t just completely flustered you.

“fine,” you muttered, barely audible. “you look good. happy now?”

his eyebrows shot up, clearly enjoying this more than he should. “oh, very. but you know,” he said, his tone turning softer, almost teasing, “you’re not exactly making it easy for me to focus either.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, your voice shaky as you tried to keep up with him.

he leaned in just slightly, enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. “it means you’re distracting, too, sweetheart.”

your breath hitched at the nickname, and mingyu’s grin only grew as he straightened up, tossing his towel over his shoulder.

“but hey,” he continued, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest second before meeting your eyes again. “if neither of us can focus, maybe we should cut our losses.”

“cut our losses?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“yeah,” he said, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. “find a different kind of workout.”

your heart stumbled in your chest, and your throat tightened as you blinked up at him, suddenly unable to form any words.

“what kind of workout?” you barely managed to breathe out.

he stepped even closer now, his presence towering over you. you could feel his breath against your ear as he leaned in, the heat from his body engulfing you. his voice was a low murmur that sent shockwaves through your body.

“your place or mine, sweetheart?”

your legs nearly gave way at his words, and your hands instinctively reached out to grab onto his arm for support. your face was so red, you felt like you might melt right there.

“w-what?” you stammered, your voice so small it was almost lost in the noise of the gym.

mingyu grinned wider, his smirk curling with more mischief than before. before you could even think about reacting, he reached down, slipping his arm around your waist.

“i think we’ve both been distracted enough for today,” he said with a chuckle. “we’re getting nothing done here.”

before you could say anything else, you found yourself hoisted over his broad shoulder, your hands instinctively gripping his back for balance.

“mingyu!” you yelped, your heart racing in shock as he casually started walking toward the locker room.

“you don’t mind a little change of scenery, do you?” he teased, his hand resting just below your waist as he effortlessly carried you, the muscles in his arms flexing with every step he made towards the locker room.

“put me down!” you protested, feeling flustered and helpless in his grip.

he just laughed, clearly enjoying how much his playful teasing was affecting you. “nah, sweetheart. we’re about to get a real workout in.”

you could barely form a coherent thought as he strutted toward the lockers, making you feel more vulnerable with every step. all you could do was hope that whatever “workout” he was talking about was nowhere near as intense as the one you were currently undergoing inside of you—thanks to him.

[mythica0]

Rewarding revenge

🎂: epic the musical

🧁: Hermes

🍫:Odysseus

Summary: Hermes has tickled Odysseus one too many times for his liking. Time for a little payback.

A/N; thank you to the anon who gave me this idea! If you see this I hope it’s to your liking! I’m not super proud of the ending but whatever. Also, yay, more shameless lee Hermes! Enjoooyyy :3

Cw: mild swearing, really intense tickles! (But don’t worry, he enjoys every second of it.)

Rewarding revenge

It was another day on the ship, and Odysseus was thinking.

He had just had another interaction with Hermes a few days prior, and like he usually did, Hermes had decided to tickle the shit out of him.

While he didn’t.. hate it.. it was still annoying, and he wanted a bit of revenge.

So, he sent up a hopefully non-conspicuous prayer to summon Hermes.

When Hermes got the message, simply asking to hang out, he was definitely suspicious, but also amused and endlessly curious. So, he decided to go. Might be fun, after all! And Hermes is always up for some fun.

So, later that evening, when Odysseus was spending some time in his room, Hermes appeared.

“Hey, friend! I got your little prayer!”

Odysseus was honestly a little shocked that worked. He sat up in his bed, gently patting the space next to him.

“Ah, Hermes! Come, sit!”

Hermes smiled brightly and sat next to the soldier. “Well, how do you do?”

“Ah, I’m well. You?”

“I’m good as well! I must say, it’s not often I get a request just to hang out! I’m quite delighted you wished to spend time with me!”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “Ah, well, you’ve been nice to me, and you’re pleasant enough company.”

“I know I am, thanks for noticing!” Hermes winked, playfully posing in a showy manner.

Odysseus laughed. He had summoned Hermes for ulterior motives, but he actually was quite funny.

He scooted a little closer, hoping Hermes wouldn’t notice. Hermes did notice, but he pretended he didn’t. He was curious! Wanted to see where this was going.

“So, what did you want to talk about, friend?” Hermes asked, still grinning.

“Ah, nothing in particular. Just whatever comes to mind.”

“I see, just a causal chat! Always love one of those- I’m quite the conversationalist!”

The joking remark got another laugh out of Odysseus, which caused Hermes to grin proudly. He was always happy to make someone laugh.

“That you are.” Odysseus got a little closer again.

“did you have free time to come down here? Or are you skipping out on your duties?” Ody asked, a playfully teasing tone to his voice.

“Hmm, not telling~” Hermes shrugged and then sing-songed in response.

Odysseus laughed again. “So you are skipping out? I mean, I imagine you’re quite the busy god, with all the various domains you have.”

“True! But I’m also quite speedy, don’t you forget! Nah, I had some time.” Hermes revealed with a laugh if his own.

“Ah, well that’s good. Wouldn’t want to distract you from your job, now would we?”

“That we would not.” Hermes laughed again, his little squeaky giggle.

Odysseus posed a question, seemingly out of nowhere. “So, Hermes- do you like to laugh?”

Hermes seemed a little surprised at the sudden question, but answered nonetheless. He had a feeling this might be why he was actually summoned.

“Why, of course I do! Who doesn’t?”

“Ah, that’s good. Let me help you with that!” Without any further warning, the captain snapped his arms around the god and started to scribble against his ribs.

Hermes immediately bursted into happy giggles, not trying to hold back in the least.

“Ehehehe- Ohohody! Ahahaha!” He called a bit, squirming slightly.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out?”

“Ehehehehehaha! Ohoho, thahat tihihickles! Ehehehe!” Hermes giggles were bubbly and almost childish in nature, such a purely joyful sound that it made Odysseus laugh along with it.

“Ha! It’s about time I got a little payback!”

Hermes could easily get out of this. Easily. He was very powerful, after all. But he didn’t want to, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. But. He wanted to see if Ody could figure it out on his own.

“So, how’s it feel to be on the other end, huh?”

“Tihihickly!” Hermes snarked, an obvious statement, for amusement. It worked as intended, getting a small amused huff from Odysseus.

“Well no shit, Sherlock. That’s the point.”

To accentuate his words, Odysseus moved his hands to Hermes’ tummy, starting to press lightly on the surface.

Hermes giggles immediately increased in pitch, such a joyful, silly, sugar-sweet sound that Odysseus couldn’t help but laugh along. 

“Eeehahahahaha ohoho nohoho, dohohont doho thahat- ehehehehehe!”

“You know, you could probably escape easily if you really wanted to.” Odysseus commented, successfully realizing the thing Hermes wasn’t even trying to hide.

“Ihihi knohow! Ehehehehe!”

“So, why aren’t you? Do you perhaps like this?”

Hermes nodded, gleeful and giddy as he laughed. “Yehehehehes! Ehehahahahaha-! Tohook yohou lohong ehenohough toho fihigure ohout!” Hermes teased slightly, never one to hold his tongue.

“Oh, really? Are you in any position to give me sass?” Odysseus teased, getting far more into the role now that he knew his friend was enjoying it. He pressed down harder, vibrating clawed hands into Hermes’ stomach.

Hermes squealed, a bouncy, bubbly laugh falling freely from his chest. “Eeee! Ahahahaha thahahat reheheally tihihickles ehehehehehe!”

“Good. Maybe that’ll teach you not to sass me.” Odysseus didn’t let up, still pressing vibrating claws into the god’s belly, making him laugh giddily, his wings flapping slightly.

Odysseus’ eyes followed the motion of the white feathers, and he smirked. He took one hand and moved it up, grabbing one of the wings behind his ears and starting to rub the feathers in between his fingers.

Hermes squealed, a high pitched laugh leaving him. “EEEE! NOHOHOHO-! NOHOHOT THEHE WIHINGS!”

“Oh? Not the wings? Not these little wings right here?” Seeing how horribly it tickled the god, Odysseus brought up his other hand to grab the matching wing in the other side and do the same thing.

Hermes was completely lost to his laughter, chest and stomach shaking from the force of it as small tears formed in his eyes. That tickled so! Bad!

“EEEHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE, OHOHODYYY!” His laughter was squeaky and happy, and Odysseus found that it got more and more contagious the longer it went on, not being able to stop himself from laughing along.

“Hehe, that’s a pretty contagious laugh you’ve got there.”

Hermes was too busy laughing and squirming to reply, his sanity starting to slip in the best way from the ticklish sensation. It was driving him mad, unrelenting tingles racing across his wings and causing fluttering laughter to swarm in his belly.

“What’s wrong? Too ticklish to speak?” Odysseus emphasized the word with a teasing lilt, causing a slight blush to form on Hermes’ face.

The room was filled with the happy, bubbly giggles of the god of messages, squealing laughter echoing from him as his very sensitive wings were assaulted with happy, tingly sensations.

“EEE OHODY PLEHEHEHEASEE!” He begged through his loud, squeaky laughter, only partially true. Because he could probably get away if he really wanted to, although it might be harder considering how weak he was from laughter.

Odysseus just chuckled. “Tickle tickle tickle~” he spoke with a teasing lilt, and he could swear that Hermes squeaked at the words.

Hermes was overwhelmed but at the same time so happy. The tickles were driving him crazy and he didn’t even care, because it was so much fun, sending waves of pure joy through him with every wheezing laugh, every contraction of the muscles in his tummy and sides. Tears of joy had fallen at the point, trailing past the shaded boundary from his helmet.

“EEHAHAHA OHODY PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! EHEHEHEHEE!”

“I don’t know.. you tickled me first. Twice.”

“IHIM SOHORRRYYY PLEHEHEHEASEE!”

He was absolutely hysterical with laughter, face starting to hurt from being stretched into such a wide smile for so long. His thoughts were so foggy, his brain thoroughly turned to mush from happiness that he couldn’t even think straight enough to use his powers to get away. He loved it so much but at the same time he couldn’t take anymore!

Sensing that Hermes was getting a little overwhelmed, Odysseus decided to give him a small breather, just lightly tapping against his hips to keep him giggling.

Hermes took the chance to greedily take in air, letting his warm face cool down.

“Hehehehehe.. ohoho myhy gohods.. ehehehe- thahat wahahas aha lohot.”

“Oh, did you think we were done? Oh no no no, I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. I want you to be an absolute puddle of laughter by the time I’m through.”

Hermes eyes sparkled with excitement, hidden by the shade of his helmet, a few giddy giggles falling from him. He was honestly excited by the idea, even though he had just been wrecked within an inch of his life, he still wanted more.

Ody smirked as he saw the excitement ripple through the god of speed. “Oh, what was that~? Did that excite you?”

Hermes nodded, still unashamed for his love of being tickled.

Odysseus chuckled in response, before responding with a teasing lilt that caused more giddy butterflies to flutter within Hermes, making him giggle more than he already was from the light taps on his hips.

“Any last words before I make you hysterical again~?”

Hermes thought for a moment, before shaking his head, eager to get on with it.

Odysseus nodded and then started with kneading his tummy, making him burst into giddy laughter immediately.

“Ahahahahahaha! YohOU ahahare reheheally gohood ahat thahahat- EE!” He complained and complimented at the same time, half protesting but not really meaning a word of it.

“Oh, why thank you!” He grinned smugly, and then, just to be evil, he moved his hands to attack Hermes’ underarms and started to blow raspberries all over his belly.

“OHOHO NOHO- EEE! Dohohont dohoho THahahAT-!”

Odysseus felt his inner father emerging, putting on a sort of playful act and making silly noises as he blew raspberry after raspberry onto the messenger’s tummy, using his beard to add an extra layer of ticklishness.

“Omnomnom! This belly is really tasty!” He made little growling and nomming sounds, which made Hermes laugh even harder from amusement at the silly act.

Hermes was absolutely hysterical with laughter, kicking his feet slightly to try and expel the intense giddy energy rippling through him. Each raspberry sent waves of laughter and tingles across his belly, and it didn’t go away. It lingered, and then layered with each new raspberry or nibble, growing more and more ticklish as time went on. Hermes was crying with laughter and happiness, the feeling so intense and so amazing.

He squeaked and squealed as Odysseus blew a raspberry on his lower tummy, then on each side, then right over his bellybutton, then on his ribs, all over his torso, leaving waves upon waves of giddy tingles.

“AHahahahahHEHA! Ihihit tihihickles sohoho BaHAD EhehehehEHEHAHA!” His chest and stomach were shaking and bouncing from his laughter, the wide, giddy smile never leaving his face, his genuine happiness being contagious to Odysseus.

Odysseus chuckled as well, unable to stop himself at hearing the silly, contagious sound of Hermes’ laughter. He decided to lower the intensity for a bit, moving his hands down to start scribbling behind his knees.

Hermes kicked slightly on instinct, but he didn’t try to truly escape. His hysterical, squeaky laughter died down to giggles again, allowing him to take in air.

“Ehehehehe ohoho myhyhy! Ehehe- ihihi cahahant breheheathe- hoholy moholy..” Hermes breathed out through his giggles, taking in breaths and still feeling so giddy.

Odysseus gave him a chance to breathe for a moment, wiggling his fingers behind his knees and tracing around his ankles, before managing to pry his sandals away from his feet slightly, and scratching gently at the soles.

Hermes giggles increased, not nearly as hysterical as it was earlier, but definitely more than it was from the more gentle tracing.

“EhHahHaha ohohohody plehehehease! Ehehehehe!”

“Oh, come on. We both know you don’t actually want me to stop.”

Hermes nodded again. He really didn’t. He protested, yes, but he didn’t mean any of it. It was only instinct, the natural reaction to such intense tickles, even though he enjoyed every second.

After a few more moments, Ody smirked and turned to look at Hermes, speaking with a teasing, taunting tone.

“I’m gonna get your wings~” he sing-songed, scratching at the edge of his ankle, right before where the wings met.

Hermes frantically protested, a giddy nervousness filling his chest and stomach. “Nonononohoho!”

“Yes yes yes~ these soft, little wings are gonna get tickled~”

A faint blush dusted Hermes’ face at the teasing words, so many butterflies and zaps of giddy, nervous excitement rushing through him as the anticipation drove him up the wall.

“Are you ready~”

“Nohoho!” Hermes protested again, even though he would much rather the soldier get it over with rather than deal with this anticipation.

Odysseus smirked again, responding instantly and with a faux lack of sympathy. “Too bad.”

Without any pause, he grabbed each wing on one leg and started to scribble against the feathers, scratching at the base of the wings.

Hermes was once again immediately thrown into heavy , hysterical laughter. “EEHAHAHA! OHOHO MYHYHY GOHODS- NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! EEEE!”

Odysseus chuckled again, the contagious laughter fully infecting him. “Oh my, quite ticklish here, are we~?”

Hermes blushed a bit more at the teasing, the fluster only adding to the ticklish experience, if you asked him.

His free wings on the other ankle flapped frantically, drawing the king’s attention.

“Well, would you look at that. It seems like your left set of wings is feeling a little left out.”

“NohOhOHO-! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please tickle your other wings? Why of course!” He taunted, switching sides.

He once again pinched and rubbed the feathers in between his fingers, making Hermes toss his head back as fits of laughter racked his whole body.

He got such an evil thought just then, leaning to one of the wings being his ears and blowing a huge raspberry right on it.

Hermes squealed with laughter once again, absolutely hysterical as mirthful tears dampened his face.

“NOHOHO- EEEEEHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI CAHAHANT HOHOLY MOHOLY-EEHAHAHAHA!”

Hermes was in absolute ticklish agony, his whole torso quivering with the force of his hysterical laughter from the blissful torture. It was absolutely horrible and yet he loved it so much, rushes of euphoria filling him with every laugh, every raspberry on his wings, every overwhelming ticklish touch.

After only a minute or so of that, Odysseus stopped completely with a final wiggle in his bellybutton, leaving Hermes gasping for air in between fits of residual giggles.

He wiped his eyes under his helmet from the tears of laughter, his face still split in two from his wide smile.

“Ahahahaha.. wohohoah.. yohou’re reheheally gohood ahahat thahahat… ehehehehe…”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I really did a number on you, didn’t I?”

Hermes nodded, still giggling and trying to cool his breathing and blushing face.

“Are you alright? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Hermes shook his head slightly. “No, Noho, yohou’re ahalrihihight. That was greheheat.”

“Man, you really like being tickled, don’t you?”

“Yeheheah! It’s fun to laugh like thahat.. ehehehe.”

“Well, I’m glad to have provided that for you.”

“Thahank yohou, daharling.”

“No problem!”

After another minute or so, Hermes finally stopped giggling, and dusted himself off before standing.

“Well, I best be off. I do have a job to do! But don’t be afraid to send a message whenever you want to hang! This was splendid!”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “And you dont be afraid to come down and ask me for tickles anytime you want.”

Hermes giggled a bit in response. “I’ll keep that in mind. Ta-ta darling!~”

“See ya round!”

And with that, Hermes flew off, leaving with a light heart and a wide smile.

———THE END———————————————————-

[doe-eyed-fool]

Lucifer X Reader oneshot where the reader snorts when she laughs. Like between bursts of giggles and cackles there’s a short or drawn snort that follows. And since there’s some peeps that hate fun, reader’s gotten comments about her loud ‘obnoxious’ laugh so she tries to keep a lid on her laughter. Maybe Luci notices that she tends to cover and muffle her laughter when he’s telling her a funny story or joke and he pulls out all the stops to get a laugh out of her. Maybe telling her an embarrassing story or tickling her and when he succeeds she’s so flustered but can’t stop and is just laughing and snorting while turning bright red.

Lovely

Lucifer x Reader

Warning(s): Slight Angst, Fluffy Ending

(Pst! I love your pfp btw! I hope you enjoy~)

Dating Lucifer couldn’t have been more easy. Lucifer had to be the kindest, loving, and sweetest demon in all of Hell. Which, considering he is the literal king of Hell, that was saying quite a bit.

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Lucifer was very attentive when it came to you. He always wanted to make sure you were happy. And how else to make someone happy, than to tell some funny terrible jokes?

However, you hated your laugh more than anything. And so did others, at least, the people you’ve met in the past did. Your friends now had never heard you laugh, like, truly laugh.

Sure, you’d giggle every now and then. But never really laugh. And for good reason.

But there was no hiding things from Lucifer.

“Hey sweetie?” Lucifer joins you on the couch, you look up from your phone. “Yes?” You hum. “What has webbed feet and fangs?” He asks. You furrow your brows in confusion. “Uh, what?”

“Count Duck-ula!” Lucifer exclaims as he holds up a vampire themed rubber duck. You blinked before a light chuckle leaves you. “Oh? You like that one?” Lucifer raises an eyebrow. “Then…”

“Where do suck ducks go?” Lucifer pauses. “The duck-tor!”

Turn away from Lucifer and making a shooing motion with your hand as your chuckle turned into a fit of giggles.

“Come on, you never let me hear your laugh.” Lucifer inches closer to you. “Don’t tell me I’ll have to force it out of you?” He says teasingly. “N-No!” You squeak. “It’s awful!”

“Awful? I doubt it. There’s nothing awful about you, my love.” Lucifer says, placing his hand on your shoulder gently. You couldn’t help but smile, but your grin dropped after a second.

His words were kind, but you knew better. Your laugh really was awful. It’s best he didn’t hear it at all.

“And I’ll prove it.”

Wait. What?

Out of nowhere, you felt Lucifer’s fingers at your sides. You yelped in surprise, before laughter followed. You tried to get away, but he kept his hold on you tight.

“Luci! Stop! Ahahaha! No! Sto-Hahaha!!!” Your laughter grew the more he tickled you. Then suddenly, a loud snort left you.

You went dead silent after Lucifer’s tickling came to a halt.

Damn it.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him, as your face became heated. The silence between you two made you want to die.

Then. Lucifer spoke.

“That…was so adorable!”

You quickly turn your head to face him, giving him the most confused look. What did he just say?

“A-Adorable?” You repeat.

“Yes! And here I thought you couldn’t get any cuter!” Lucifer coos. You blinked, unable to comprehend what he was saying. There was no way he could find your laugh adorable.

“But…so many people get annoyed by it. It’s…it’s obnoxious, and loud. I snorted for fucks sake Luci!”

“And?”

And!? And???

“And! It’s terrible!”

Lucifer chuckles before pulling in close. “My love, when I said I love everything about you, I meant it. Including, your cute laugh.”

You felt your face heat up again. But not from embarrassment.

“Y-You mean that?”

“Of course I mean it.” Lucifer says as he kisses your temple. “Don’t hide your laugh from me again, please? It’s lovely.”

You smile warmly before snuggling into Lucifer further. “Thank you Luci.”

“Also. If I hear anyone saying your laugh is annoying or obnoxious, I’ll tear them apart.” Lucifer says with a happy grin.

You laugh before kissing his cheek. “Good to know.”

[reccyls]

Victor's Main Route: Blind Love Chapter 24 + Premium Attire Story

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Our next stop was Victor’s uncle’s villa. It was just a short distance from the lake, and due to the fact that it was quite far from the village, there were no other buildings nearby. The villa stood alone.

Victor: It’s been a very long time since I was back here.

His voice was full of nostalgia as he spoke.

Kate: Has anyone lived here after your uncle died?

Victor: After my uncle died, his wife had sold it. So no one is supposed to have lived here.

(‘Supposed to’...?)

I didn’t think that sold off properties would be cared for properly. However, the villa wasn’t completely broken down, and it appeared that its owner had done some basic maintenance on it.

Victor: After my uncle died, she decided to return to the country where she grew up. Victor: They never had any children, so she sold her possessions to start a new life in her home country.

The villa was unlocked, and the double doors swung open easily as Victor gave them a push. The empty, tranquil foyer was decorated mainly in deep green.

Victor: You probably have some thoughts otherwise, but this mansion is normally empty.

Following behind Victor, I climbed up the stairs to the second floor.

Kate: …But that isn’t the case now, is it?

Victor: That’s right.

Victor: We’re going to condemn the last person involved in this mess.

I remembered what Victor said last night and braced myself.

(That means that the person we’re looking for is here?)

Victor didn’t miss how my hands tightened around the strap of my bag.

Victor: Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you.

Kate: Victor…

Victor: I just want you here to witness everything.

And then, he came to a stop in front of a door.

Victor: This is something only you can do.

Beyond the door was a desolate room.

The wallpaper was peeling, pictures hanging on the wall were hanging askew, and the floorboards had changed color. In contrast to the well-kept exterior of the villa, this room looked like it had been deliberately left a mess. As I heard a creaking, metallic sound, I whipped my head up to look for its source. At the very edge of the room, as the wind blew through tattered curtains, I saw a man in a wheelchair. The man’s long hair was tied in a single ponytail that swayed to the wind.

Victor: …Here you are, co-conspirator of the Privy Council Lord President and leader of Nox Liberator… Ben Brown.

The man slowly turned, his long black hair almost identical to Victor’s.

Victor: I am here to mete out your punishment.

(What is going on…?)

The man named Ben’s hair, though not as glossy as Victor’s, was very similar. His features, set in a gaunt, sharp face, resembled Victor’s as well. I was so stunned I forgot how to speak for a moment.

Ben: …And so the madman arrives.

He wheeled himself closer. Victor’s expression didn’t change.

Victor: Ben Brown. You have plotted to overthrow the state, mobilizing Nox Liberator, and led to the deaths and injuries of countless innocents. Victor: Your actions are completely unacceptable.

Ben looked downwards and said nothing for a moment. But then–

Ben: Ahahaha! Hahaha! You dare to say that to me, Queen Victoria!?

He suddenly burst into laughter, as if his body was unable to contain his mirth.

(He knows that Victor is Queen Victoria!?)

As I continued to stare at the cackling man, he looked towards me and our eyes met.

Ben: And is that woman your next victim? Poor thing. You spun her a tale like you usually do and now she’s ready to give up her life for you.

(What!)

Before I could retort, Victor put his hand on my shoulder.

Victor: I am not going to kill her. I’m not like you.

Ben: Hah! Hey, woman. He killed my father, you know. Ben: It’s because of him that all of the royal family killed themselves.

(His father…)

I briefly glanced at Victor, who glared at Ben before speaking.

Victor: This man is my uncle’s illegitimate child.

Kate: What…?

Victor: …My uncle and aunt could not have children. Victor: Though people around them insisted that a wife who could not bear children had no value, the two of them had chosen to stay together.  Victor: They believed that someday, they would have a child. Victor: But my uncle struggled to deal with the pressure, and one night, he visited a prostitute.

Ben: And so I was born.

Ben’s words brought me back to reality.

(So the resemblance is because they are related by blood.)

Ben: Because she had given him a child with royal blood, my mother approached my father to try and get him to divorce his wife. Ben: She told him there was no point in having a barren wife. But he refused the divorce.

There was no chance that he would divorce a woman of high enough status to marry into the royal family in the first place and take someone else for a wife.

(Especially since it was just the result of one night…)

I felt a little sorry for Ben’s mother.

Victor: But my uncle did as much as he could to support you and your mother, did he not?

Kate: !

I looked up when Victor spoke.

Victor: He could not bring her into the royal family, but he sent her enough funds that she would have no issues supporting both herself and you. Victor: I found records of the transaction in his room after his death.

Ben almost laughed himself sick.

Ben: You really don’t know anything, do you?

Victor: …What do you mean?

Ben: This is why I hate nobles like you. You have no idea how us commoners live.

Ben rested his chin on his hand like he was mocking Victor.

Ben: What do you think a woman poor enough to become a prostitute would do if she was given so much money?

He lifted one hand and counted off as he spoke.

Ben: Frivolous expenses, fooling around with men, wasting it in scams. Ben: She was only ever after money, that’s why she tried to get me into the royal family in the first place. My father must have known what she’d do with it.

(That’s…)

The past that Ben told us was a tragic one.

His mother had demanded that Ben’s father divorce his wife. And when it became clear that he would not, nor would Ben get access to the inheritance that came with royalty, she had demanded exorbitant amounts of money from his father. Regardless of the fact that Ben was the result of a single night’s mistake, Victor’s uncle did not want him to endure any hardship. He gave her enough money to easily support the both of them, and even bought them a house. (But Ben’s mother spent all of the money.) She even had to sell the house when she ran out, to continue funding her lavish spending. Ben had been forced into becoming the guarantor for his mother’s debts, and wrote a letter to his father asking for help. But no response arrived. Instead, he only received a notice of his father’s death, and that all of his father’s assets had been left to his wife. Ben thought that he had a right to at least some of them, so he filed a formal request. But although his father had supported Ben, he had never officially claimed Ben as his son. His wife wouldn’t have been able to easily accept a child born between her husband and a prostitute. Ben’s request was denied as there was no money to give to an illegitimate child, and from then on, his life turned even more hellish. Since he was the guarantor for his mother’s debts, he worked day after day without rest to earn enough money to pay them back. Over time, that took a toll on his body. And when he fell ill, there was no money to see a doctor, so things continued to the point where his legs were damaged badly enough he could no longer walk. Unable to find work, he stopped being able to make payments on the debt, earning him a violent visit from the lenders. Death seemed to be his last escape. But what came to greet him was… Ben: The leader of the Privy Council. The council leader had discovered that Ben had blood ties to the royal family, and reached out to him. Ben was desperate enough to do anything to escape his situation, and so he agreed to work with the council leader. Introduced to Nox Liberator, Ben began working with them. But as Nox Liberator’s activities began, he wondered about one thing: There was no such woman named Victoria in the royal family. But then he remembered something. A name mentioned in a letter that his father had written. Ben: “There’s someone here about your age who I’d like to introduce to you someday.” Ben: “His name is Victor, a young man with beautiful hair as black as night.” There was no one who knew the queen’s true face, that she kept hidden behind a veil. Ben learned through his sources that there was one person in the world who seemed familiar with the queen: her personal aide, Victor. As he continued his research, he also heard about Cursed Ones through the council leader, and learned about Crown’s existence. After deeper investigation into Victor, Ben found out about Victor’s ability. He realized that the reason his comrades had killed themselves while appearing overjoyed must have been because of Victor’s ability. And he sent his subordinates to find out about his father’s last moments from his former wife, who had since returned to her home country. From that, he learned that the last thing his father had done was go to speak with Victor. And the next time anyone saw him, he had a look of intense joy on his face with his hands wrapped around his own neck.

Ben: Our country’s ruler is someone who secretly killed most of the royal family, and disguises his identity? Ben: Don’t make me laugh. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be on the throne!

Ben cast out his arms with a twisted grin.

Ben: Did you want to become king that badly? You wanted it so much that you lied to everyone and killed your entire family? Ben: It’s all because of you that so much suffering happened. If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have gone through everything I did. Ben: You’re a murderer and you’re allowed to be royalty, while I’m denied the same right even though I also have royal blood. Ben: What makes you so much better than me?

Something felt off about Ben’s words, even as he continued to raise his voice while trembling with emotion.

Ben: You’re nothing more than a reaper who only brings destruction to everyone!! Ben: You don’t deserve the throne!!

Victor said nothing.

He simply looked resigned, unable to refute what Ben had said.

Kate: …You’re wrong.

I couldn’t stop myself.

You don’t know anything. (+2/+4)

You’re wrong!

Don’t say things like that.

Kate: You don’t know anything, so stop running your mouth! Kate: You have no idea of what burdens he has to bear! Kate: You have no idea how much he cherishes this country, how much he sacrificed himself for everyone else’s sake. Kate: You don’t know a single thing!

My hands were curled into fists as I yelled. I knew how much Victor cared, so I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Kate: Your life has been more painful than I can imagine. Kate: But you aren’t the only person in this world who has gone through suffering, whether in the same form or a different one. Kate: Instead of lying to others, ordering people around, or encouraging violence, Kate: Have you ever worked for the sake of someone other than yourself?

Ben: Look at me, what do you think?

Kate: Everyone has something they can do, regardless of the condition of their body, don’t you think?

Ben’s expression twisted sharply.

Ben: An illegitimate child is still royal. I’m different than others. Getting my hands dirty is beneath me.

I finally put a finger on why I felt so uncomfortable with Ben’s insistence on lineage.

(In the end, he even looks down on his comrades in Nox Liberator.)

Ben spoke of moral causes, but it all boiled down to the fact that he was jealous of Victor and had a grudge. He worked with Nox Liberator not because of any shared ideology, but simply because their interests aligned.

Kate: Victor chooses to dirty his hands. And no matter how heavy his burdens are, he always acts cheerful. Kate: You have no right to erase the work he’s done!

In the blink of an eye, Ben pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. But–

Ben: Argh!

Victor: That is enough.

Victor instantly grabbed the hand holding onto the gun and twisted it aside. The gun clattered to the floor a distance away from them.

Victor: I have resolved to wear the crown of thorns, regardless of the envy or mockery aimed my way.

Victor began to speak.

Victor: For the country, for everyone living within its borders, and for the happiness of those who will live in the future I will create, Victor: I will continue on as I have always done, giving myself up and bloodying my hands for the sake of the country. Victor: We stand in different positions.

Victor let go of Ben’s hand and looked down on him.

Victor: I have resolved to die for this country.

He briefly looked towards me, gave me a reassuring smile, and then nodded. Following his signal, I picked up the gun and left the room. The sunlight streaming in through the hallway windows was now a dark orange. The lake outside reflected a brilliant sunset. As I reached the end of the hallway, I heard the sound of something falling from the room I had just left. I knew what that meant, and closed my eyes. Only when I heard footsteps stopping right next to me did I open them again. Turning around, I saw the sunset reflected in Victor’s eyes. He had a regretful smile on his face.

Victor: …Shall we go home?

Instead of replying, I took his hand and held it tight.

Premium Attire Story: The Night Before the Promise

It was already night by the time we arrived in London. Since leaving the villa, we had barely spoken to each other. I just kept holding tightly to his hand, reassuring him that I was by his side. The Thames was illuminated by a thin sliver of moon.

(It’s almost the new moon…)

What did the moon look like on the night that changed my life? Back then, checking the moon hadn’t been my top priority.

(It was probably the pale glow of an almost new moon.)

Realizing that the promised day was fast approaching, I looked up and stared into the sky while I walked.

Victor: Kate.

I turned to look at Victor. He raised our joined hands and laughed lightly.

Victor: If you don’t mind, why don’t we take a little detour before returning?

Kate: Sure, but where to?

…

He led us to the church of our memories. Just like a few days ago, he sat down on one of the benches and urged me to sit as well. The moonlight trickling in through the stained glass illuminated us.

Victor: …The mastermind behind the terrorism incidents has now been condemned. Victor: But someday, similar incidents may occur again.

Victor: People’s wills are lingering things. As long as there are successors to take up the mantle, one man’s will can live on for eternity.

Even without a leader, and with Nox Liberator controlled, evil could not be eradicated so easily. It seemed inevitable that smoldering embers would once again erupt into flame.

(But…)

Kate: Just like you said before, I believe that someone’s will won’t ever truly disappear. Kate: But it will take time to reignite, just like it took time for England to become known as the country where the sun never sets. Kate: People’s lives will slowly improve, and the smaller injustices will be weeded out one by one. Kate: And I think the discontent of the people will lessen.

There were no certainties about the unseen future. But there was something I could believe in.

Kate: I believe that you can make that future a reality.

Victor: !

Kate: I’ve been watching you for the past month, closer to you than anyone else. Kate: And what I’ve seen tells me that you are someone who believes that your dreams of the future will someday come to pass. Kate: It tells me that you are a wonderful ruler, because you are a wonderful person.

His eyes were wide, his entire expression fragile as if he were about to start tearing up.

Kate: Ah-!

He hugged me tightly.

Victor: …You’re always like this.

Kate: Victor?

He pressed his forehead into my shoulder. His hair tickled my cheek, and I could smell his night-like scent. Though his arms were gripping me tightly, I felt no pain. Only comfort.

Victor: You always say the words I’ve never heard from anyone else before. The words I’ve always wanted to hear. Victor: You say them so easily.

Moonlight reflected off his jewel-like eyes that peeked through his long eyelashes. I was captivated. I placed my hand on his cheek as I looked into his eyes, and our lips drifted closer.

(Oh…)

He kissed me. I felt something soft being pressed against my cheek and my eyes fluttered shut.

Kate: Mm…

My eyelids, the tip of my nose, my ears, my neck, my throat, my hair. The sound of kissing met my ears every time he pressed his lips to each location. I couldn’t help but giggle at the ticklish sensation, and after the last kiss fell on my forehead like a blessing, I opened my eyes. All I could see was Victor, not the church behind him, or the moonlight streaming in from above. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, the way his long black hair flowed like silk.

Victor: …Face here.

I followed his instructions and looked directly towards him. His lips descended closer and closer, to the one place they had not yet touched. I had been waiting for this for so long, and my heartbeat spiked. I was just about to close my eyes again… …But he stopped, and pulled back just before our lips touched.

Kate: Victor…?

I was filled with disappointment, and tried to chase his lips with mine. But he put a finger on my lips, and sighed.

Kate: Victor, I–

(I love you. I love you so much.)

The more he gave, the more I loved him. This love that seemed so impossible was right before my eyes now, and I realized I didn’t want to let it pass me by.

Victor: I need to tell you something.

He pulled back from me, interrupting what I was about to say. Something seemed slightly different about him now.

Victor: I had said that I would tell you everything, but there is one thing I haven’t mentioned yet.

Kate: What?

He stood up and approached the altar, gazing at the statue there.

Victor: It is about my curse.

In the middle of the destroyed church, he seemed ethereal, otherworldly.

Victor: You know my ability.

Kate: …You can make people obsessed with you, and to compel people to kill themselves while feeling happiness.

By order of the king, those who have lost their minds to Victor’s curse happily strangled themselves. It was an ability that had never been recorded before, and why he was called the Reaper.

Victor: But you don’t know yet what my ultimate fate is.

All Cursed Ones would meet a predetermined end. Just like a fairytale, there was no changing their fate.

(Everyone in Crown has an unchangeable destiny.)

I didn’t know them in any detail, but I was sure they weren’t happy ones.

Victor: I am likely the first person in all of history to have this curse. So there is no way to know for certain what my destiny will be. Victor: But in my heart, I know what it is.

Victor turned and began walking straight towards me.

Victor: I am fated to lead those I love to destruction.

His words lingered heavily in the air.

Victor: Though I never intended it, I brought ruin to my beloved family and killed them all. Victor: I destroy people. The more I love them, the worse their ends will be.

I was speechless.

Victor: If you take my hand, there is no salvation. There is only a path to destruction. Victor: Even if you do nothing wrong, you will be scorned, you will be condemned. Victor: Your death will be silent, unseen and unacknowledged. You will disappear into the darkness. Victor: Even if that weren’t the case, you will never be able to experience the life and the happiness you should have.

As he spilled out the last of his secrets to me, I bit my lip.

(This is why he never accepted my feelings. He had always known this.)

Again, it was surely an act of kindness to tell me this now.

If I took his hand now, I would never be able to turn away from the ruin that would be lurking in my future. In the end, all that would be left of me was a forgotten smear in the darkness of history.

(But I’ve made up my mind long ago.)

Victor: I will wait until tomorrow.

I looked up in surprise to see Victor walk past me, headed for the exit.

Victor: If you want to return to your old life, I won’t stop you. Victor: Only you can decide what you want to do.

(He said all that because he’s worried about me.)

I wouldn’t throw that worry in his face. I resolved to think carefully, and then give him my answer properly tomorrow. That was the most sincere thing I could do for him.

…

When we returned to Crown Castle, the sky was full of stars and the new moon. And… It was the night before the promised day.

[haziells]

ARE YOU STILL LOOKING FOR HOMOLOGATION AND 3D TESTING? 💀 (read the full article)

AHAHAHA WTF I just got back from a festival I was at and my inbox is full of messages from the same anonymous person asking me for proof that I "entered" the void state.

This would make me angry if I were sober, but I'm a little drunk right now and it's so funny that he's asking me for proof, I mean, what do I gain from lying?

I don't need attention because I'm surrounded by friends, I have a beautiful girlfriend, I don't like to lie and I love the freedom of being present here and now.

I even read an anonymous message saying that I was always a millionaire? WHAT? kdkfjekskwks

Well, leaving that aside...

when I first met the LOA community here on Tumblr (which was during the last days of November last year) I saw a lot of success stories, I'll be honest, I didn't believe in them, maybe one or two at most, but I thought "well, I'm God it's my reality and if people here are lying it's ok because I can be the first to really "enter" the void state and be the first real story.

The point of this is that nothing that happens in 3D matters, it's not real, it's malleable, believe me, 3D is the most malleable thing there is, If you give it an order it has no choice but to obey you, 3D could not exist without you, your experience would not exist if you were not aware of it.

Stop looking for validation in something that is a simple illusion.

If they really knew, if they only knew, they wouldn't be fighting with people out there or making senseless claims.

You choose, there's no point in fighting with the TV to watch something you don't like when the TV is only showing that because you tuned to that channel, If you keep fighting with the TV you will keep watching the same thing, better take control and change the channel, remember, YOU HAVE CONTROL!

What are you looking for outside? If everything you are looking for is inside you, just realize it.

brrrr

[starriniqhts]

.｡.:*☆ hot and cold - jaehyun.

☆ pairing jaehyun x gn!reader wc 0.504k tw none genre angst, trace amount of fluff, lovers to... um... not author's note the first jaehyun work! ahahaha i didn't mean to have his first fic be sad i promise 😭😭 guys idk abt the title 😬 but i hope you all enjoy, happy reading <3

☆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

the rain was cold.

icy sheets of water poured down from the sky above, soaking the pavement beneath your boots and the fabric of your winter coat. the wind bit through the layers of your clothing like they were mere sheets of paper, chilling you to your bones.

your hands were cold.

frost crawled up your fingers as you gripped the umbrella handle in your hand, unopened as rainwater coursed down your cheeks, stinging your skin.

or were they tears?

slowly, slowly, you could feel the tip of your nose turning numb. your hair was drenched to the roots, drowning your body in frigid, piercing coldness.

your heart was hot.

searing, raw emotion choked your throat, prickling and tight. the words you wanted to say singed your tongue, just like the tears welling in your eyes. your lungs felt like they were on fire, unbearably painful every time you tried to take a breath.

the memories were hot.

each moment from the past burned, akin to flames licking the edges of photographs holding so much recollection on them - flickering between orange, red, yellow, the tiniest hint of blue, orange, and then red again. laughter, smiles, a warmth that settled in your core and never left you wanting anything more.

in the end, however, all that remained were ashes that scattered to nothing in the breeze.

his fingers had been cold.

you stared at his receding figure in the distance, wanting to reach out, call his name, anything.

“jaehyun!”

the wind whistled as he walked on, your shivering body and your chattering teeth making it impossible to even formulate letters.

when had it all gone wrong?

when had the two of you gone from summer to winter?

jaehyun was always the sun. bright, glowing, resplendent in your eyes. he shone like a star, always wrapping you up in an embrace that was never without loud laughter and wide smiles. his love filled you with warmth, a sated sort of contentment that always left you grateful for the boy you could call yours. he was the light in your life, the warmth you longed for day and night, the comfort you sought to return to whenever you were away.

and now?

now, jaehyun was walking down the street in the pouring rain, darkness enveloping his figure as, unbeknownst to him, you cried out for the warmth that he took with him. now, the world had shifted from eternal day to unforgiving night, darkness bleeding into the once perpetually bright sky from the edges. now, you’d lost the one element of your life that made living possible, leaving you gutted and numb and lost in a world you once thought you could forge through, as long as you had his warmth by your side and his hand in yours.

now, your hands and your nose and your heart were frozen solid as, desperately clutching his unopened umbrella in your wet fingers, you opened your mouth to try again, just one more time.

his name was cold.

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[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The White Powder that Makes you into a goo

Arthur Machen: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of the white powder Machen: it's about this white powder that turns you into a big blob of goo Barker: haha oh man i hate when that happens Barker: hahaha- oh Barker: oh shit i'm sorry Lor Gislason: bloop bloop i'm sitting right here

Machen: so there's this law student who's studying way too hard and he's just exhausted Machen: so he gets this white power that's supposed to give him more energy Barker: sound familiar steve? Stephen King: i don't really like to talk about that

Machen: the doctor prescribes this white powder that gives you energy Machen: but the chemist messes up Machen: and gives him the white powder that turns you into goo

King: so instead of getting the white powder that gives you energy he gets the white powder that turns you into goo? King: that seems like a pretty major mistake Machen: yeah its not ideal

Machen: now there's a thing about this white powder that turns you into goo Barker: oh yeah? is there? Barker: if you could describe the white powder that turns you into goo in a single word Barker: what would that word be? Machen: hmm well let me think Barker: c'mon just say it Barker: you know you want to

Machen: i guess if i had to describe the white powder that turns you into goo with just a single word Barker: oh god he's going to say it Machen: i think that word would be Barker: here we go Machen: queer Barker: ah ha ha! he said it! Barker: the absolute madman!

Machen: it's just a very queer sort of powder Barker: ahahaha he said it! Machen: i don't see what's so funny Machen: i'm just accurately describing the powder King: it's nothing Arthur, just ignore him King: finish your story

Machen: so they take the white powder and analyze it Machen: and it turns out Machen: that it was actually not medicine at all Machen: they accidentally gave the guy the vinum sabbati that they use for satanic mass Machen: it's a real whoopsie doodle

King: so he was actually taking vinum sabbati instead? that explains it Barker: does it steve? does it explain it? King: oh yeah everyone knows that vinum sabbati separates your spiritual higher self from your corporeal sludge Barker: King: it's like that star trek tng episode Barker: what Poe: oh yeah, skin of evil King: that's the one

Koontz: so vinum sabbati turns you into a goo? King: that's right Koontz: is that what happened to lor King: dean! you can't just say that! King: it's very rude Gislason: bloop bloop yeah no that's what happened

Barker: i think if there's one lesson to be learned here Barker: its that, given the chance Barker: i would definitely take the white powder that turns you into a goo Barker: i think i speak for everyone here

Poe: oh i don't know about that clive Koontz: i wanna be a goo too! Poe: you don't know what we're talking about dean

Fitz James O'Brien: so i hear you're in the market for the white powder that turns you into a goo O'Brien: i can get you some of the white powder that turns you into a goo O'Brien: if you're cool Barker: oh yeah yeah we're cool King: do you have any other kinds of white powder

Poe: steve King: i mean no no you're right that's all behind me King: stay strong steve stay strong!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

One night at the Hotel, they're scrolling through HellFlix and Vaggie suddenly gasps.

Vaggie: NO FUCKING WAY! It's finally on here!

Charlie: What? You find a show you like?

Vaggie: Not just "like", this is the best show EVER! I've wanted to binge it with you for years!

Charlie: Oh, neat! So, what show is it? What's it about?

Vaggie: I got three words for you, babe. Xena. Warrior. Princess!

SHE WILL RULE IN HELL AT LAST! HER TV SHOW SHALL REIGN SUPREME IN THE HEARTS OF THE MOST DANGEROUS BEINGS IN HELL!!!!! there is just ONE worrying part to that though....

Charlie: "Wait, she kills the king of hell?"

Vaggie: "It's not a historically accurate show babe don't worry about it."

Charlie: "Still... now I'm picturing her murdering my dad. Not sure how to feel about it..."

Lucifer: (intensely eating popcorn behind them) "Well I'd feel GREAT about it!"

Charlie: "Wh- Dad!?"

Lucifer: "It would be an honor."

Charlie: "To be KILLED by her???"

Lucifer: "Of course! Look at her snarling war face! Look at her THIGHS-"

Charlie: "DAD!!!!!"

Vaggie: (sighing) "Wish I was king of hell so she'd murder me..."

Lucifer: "Poor Maggie." (pats her) "There there, maybe Xena- or Gabrielle might be better seeing as you've been cheering every time she comes on screen- maybe they'd agree to murder the princess consort of hell too?"

Vaggie: "I uhhhh- s-sir, me and Charlie, we're not-"

Lucifer: "Right yes of course! Future princess consort."

Vaggie: "Ffffffuture-?"

Charlie: "DAD HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT ABOUT XENA!? YOU ARE STILL MARRIED TO MOM!"

Lucifer: "Ohhh Char-Char.... Lilith would be FIRST in line for death at the hands of this warrior princess lady and her gal pal. Especially if they used those amazing thighs of theirs to-"

Vaggie: "Sir, please don't finish that sentence and ruin the best show in all creation for my girlfriend by adding more family trauma."

Lucifer: "Whoops! Gosh am I saying too much now? Oh golly, my bad my bad, ha ha ha!"

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "Sweetie? Wanna switch the show off for a while?"

Charlie: "....actually, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "?"

Charlie: "... D'you think we could get a Xena costume in your size?"

Lucifer: (jaw drops)

Vaggie: "Hhhhh... I- yeah, probably? I mean.... this is hell, and her outfit is mostly leather, so...."

Charlie: "Would you wanna wearrrrr it~?"

Lucifer: (drops popcorn)

Vaggie: "Do you even have to ask?"

Charlie: "Mmmm heheh- but I like setting a good example, and you know I loooove it when people ask~"

-THUD-

Charlie: "ohshitballsdickfuck- DAD-"

Vaggie: "Hostia!" 

Lucifer: "IM FINE! AHAHAHA"

Charlie: "Dad- dad im so SORRY i forgot you were here-!"

Lucifer: "NO NO I HEARD NOTHING AND AM A-O-KAYYY!!!!"

Charlie: "You fell face first onto your own cane! You're BLEEDING!"

Lucifer: "Everything is fine! Once I've been sick into this bag of popcorn i will be extra specially FINE and our little impromptu family tv night together is going SO SPLENDEDLY WELL, isn't it Maggie!?"

Vaggie: "Ajo y agua..."

Charlie: "VAGGIE HELP- THE BLOOD??"

Vaggie: (sighing) (smiling) (standing up)

Vaggie: "...I'll go get the first aid kit."

-silly bonus-

Niffty: (from under couch) "I'll trade you the first aid kit for a vile of his bloooooood~~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming and jumping on the couch and clinging to each other in terror)

Niffty: "Don't worry!" (giggles) "It's just for my Collection~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming LOUDER)

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✧˖° a day in the life ✧˖°

pairing: female!driver x toto wolff

summary: as the season progresses, you decide to share some of your favorite snapshots to your instagram. however, as you post more and more photos, the fans are beginning to really starting to wonder who that mystery man may be.

a/n: these posts are set between chapters vii, viii, and ix of alkaline! they aren’t really super time specific. they’re just around the time golden girl was in brackley, her travels through england, and of course, the races!

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goldengirl: a day in the life :p

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lilymhe: oh my gosh!!! it’s me!!! ilysm!! 🥹

goldengirl: ofc!!! my bestie <3 ily more!!

goldengirlforever: these are so cute! 🤍

kikiayy: mother is mothering with the photo dumps lately

f1fanboy: i can feel her aura through the screen

alex_albon: who’s that cutie in the second photo? i need her number ASAP‼️

goldengirl: sorry but she doesn’t date nerds 🤓

alex_albon: if you keep bullying me, i’m going to go straight to james! i am not NOT messing around‼️👹😤

williamsracing: what’s 4 + 4? cause you ATE that! 💅🏻

f1fangirly: PLS WILLIAMS WHAT IS THIS!!?

goldengirlforever: i’m literally crying rn 😭 wtf

goldengirlstan: they really slayed with that comment though

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lewishamilton: why does it look like you’re in twilight in the first pic lol

mercedesgirly0420: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

hastalavistababy: WHAT ON—

justaninchident: this is the weirdest crossover episode ever

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landonorris: can u send me the editing app u use you ur pics

goldengirl: idk can you use proper grammar first?

landonorris: can YOU send me the editing app that YOU use for YOUR photos? please and thank you mommy 🥺

landonorrisfan8383: MOMMY⁉️ 😳 HELLO⁉️

f1ismylife: WAIT WHAT IF LANDO IS THE MYSTERY MAN SHE HAS BEEN POSTING—

mclarengirly: OH MY GOD YOU COULD BE RIGHT!

goldengirl: ahahaha no. that’s not my man. it’s just an inside joke. nothing more, i promise :p

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goldengirl: recent travels ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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lilymhe: you’re so cute i’m gonna throw up

goldengirl: i WISH a certain someone would flirt with me the way you do 😫

alex_albon: i’m still waiting on meeting the day you bring this mystery man to the paddock. 🤨

goldengirl: i will one day!

mercedesamgf1: hey! that looks familiar! 😎

goldengirl: thank you for showing me around! i had a great time! :)

hastalavistababy: THIS IS GETTING WEIRD.

goldengirlforever: PLEASE DON’T TELL US YOU’RE SIGNING WITH MERCEDES NEXT SEASON.

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lewishamilton: why didn’t you tell me you were in brackley? 🧐

goldengirl: because it was for business and not hanging out 🙄🤚🏻

mercedesfan737: BUSINESS?

ilovef1: this is getting insane. where is drive to survive when you need them? 😩 i hope they’re covering this for the upcoming season

formulaonefan4life: wdym business? this is fishy af.

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goldengirl: guys…. i literally had a meeting with some sponsors in london & then i decided to take a trip to brackley to see the mercedes hq & campus. just because i drive for williams doesn’t mean that i can’t just go look at the place 😭

totosgirl73738: it’s just a bit sketch because toto was in brackley the same time you were.

justaninchident: @totosgirl73728 girl… that man owns 33% of the company.. i think he works there.

totoswife1988: she’s just not making herself look good rn with all the affair rumors going around. that’s all. going out of her way to brackley to just “see” the mercedes is weird.

justaninchident: speculating about someone’s personal life is weird. 🥱

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landonorris: was the mercedes campus cool at least? sorry ppl are being nosy af

goldengirl: yeah! i got to meet a ton of their staff & saw a lot of behind the scenes stuff! come with me next time. we can try fish and chips!

landonorris: omg!! the boys and golden girl take a field trip!! we can visit george and eat beans on toast!

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alexandrasaintmleux: where can i fill out the application to be you? is there like a tutorial or something i can follow?

goldengirl: brb i’ll post one to tik tok right now! 🤭