#i did literally everything i could to pass

[morgannalefey]

Everything Biden would have done using the methods suggested above would already have been undone and have no possible recourse for stopping it. Trump has been overturning decades old executive orders. It's literally that easy. The next president overturns everything the previous president did. Also, Biden did actually provide student debt relief to a whole bunch of people (I know one who had his debt completely wiped out, personally, in meat space). He did this via executive order. Trump is overturning all these executive orders. So the policies created by Biden (and many other presidents) are being overturned. Legally. This is why having congress act and pass laws matters. This is why having the judiciary matters. Trump doesn't control all the judiciary (though he does control the more important parts of it, much to our shame and peril), but there are still legal battles to be fought because of the actual laws put in place that trump has no actual authority to overturn.

There is nothing Biden could have accomplished with his legal authority as president that wouldn't already have been undone by trump. None of us would have been served well if Biden chose to ignore rule of law in our country. Just as we're not being served well now with a lawless despot running roughshod over everything.

im gonna be honest it's kind of hard to watch all the shit trump and his admin are pulling without getting even madder at biden for doing jack shit about his campaign promises. student loans, minimum wage, reproductive rights... and i know some picrew icon who voted for the first time last year is already rushing to the reblog button to write a YA protagonist monologue about how those would have been/were blocked by congress/the senate/inclement weather/etc. but the thing is that at this point i literally do not care about "established legal and political processes" and "working within the system", i just want my views enacted into law. which would be childish if it wasn't the exact strategy that has been working unbelievably well for republicans for the last decade!

i want to grab a democrat career politician by the shoulders and scream in their face: do something good for once in your god damn life! fuck "checks and balances", fuck "legal precedent", just keep packing the courts and gerrymandering districts and throwing shit at the wall until something sticks! fucking fight back god dammit! where's your dignity? your rage? your humanity? you're playing checkers against someone eating your pieces while adding their own to the board and you're trying to give an impassioned speech about how "they go low we go high" while they simultaneously piss on you and shoot your dog!

[daeniradraconis]

Banter Between the Lines - Hughes Brothers

Author's Note: Hey, so here’s another quick chat-style piece! I haven’t had much time to sit down and write properly lately, so short and sweet it is for now. 😊 Feel free to send me some requests if you’d like! (You can check out the "rules" here: link). I can’t promise when I’ll get to them, but I’ll definitely find time soon.

Summary: A little fluff with a touch of smut (nothing too crazy, just some extra flirting). Quinn’s girlfriend roasts the boys while calling them out in their group chat.

Warnings: Nothing major, just some mention of 🍆.

It was one of those quiet Sunday nights where everything felt slow. You'd spent the evening catching up on your favorite shows, but it was hard to concentrate when all you could think about was Quinn. The constant distance between you two had become harder to ignore with each passing day, and as much as you loved how happy he was with his team, you missed him. And, truthfully, you missed the whole family.

You’d gotten close to Jack and Luke over the years, and now, with Quinn playing for the Vancouver Canucks and Jack and Luke together on the New Jersey Devils, the family dynamic felt a little more spread out than you liked. Sure, they’d all make time for you when they could, but it wasn’t the same as those days when you’d all hang out together.

Tonight, instead of a call or a quick text, you decided to turn to something a little more familiar. You opened up youtube and searched for their latest highlights.

All three of them were struggling on the ice, and it showed. It hurt to see them like this, especially when you couldn’t do much to help. So you did what you always did in times like these—opened the group chat and prepared to roast them into oblivion. If nothing else, it might make them laugh.

you: just finished your highlights. Quinn, congrats on being the saddest guy on the ice again 🥇. Jack, loved the mini tantrum energy 👏. Luke, did you forget which team you play for? because those turnovers were next-level.

Jack: wow, you really woke up and chose violence.

you: always. someone has to keep you humble.

Luke: humble? this feels more like a personal attack.

Quinn: what would you call it, then?

Luke: bullying.

you: oh, Lukey, don’t take it so hard. I tease because I care 💕

Jack: you literally plotted my ex’s demise last month. is that “caring” too?

you: first of all, it wasn’t a plot. it was more of a… fantasy.

Quinn: putting her in the ground “while she’s still breathing” doesn’t sound like a fantasy…

you: listen, if she hadn’t been such a manipulative little snake, I wouldn’t have had to consider it 🐍

Luke: terrifying. but honestly? fair.

Jack: I could’ve handled her myself, you know.

you: oh, really? because from where I was sitting, she had you wrapped around her finger like a puppet.

Quinn: she’s not wrong!

Jack: whose side are you on?

Quinn: hers. always.

you: damn right honey. and don’t worry, I’m not plotting her demise anymore… unless she tries to come back. then all bets are off.

Jack: remind me to never date again. you’re scarier than Quinn’s slap shot.

You grinned as the banter flew back and forth, but your focus shifted to Luke. His disastrous date still didn’t sit right with you.

you: okay, but seriously, Lukey. I've heard some gossip. how does a girl ditch you mid-dinner? you’re literally the sweetest human alive.

Luke: THANK YOU! finally, someone gets it.

Jack: don’t encourage him. he needs to toughen up.

you: excuse me? let him be sweet! not every guy needs to have your level of 'I’m too cool for feelings,' Jack.

Quinn: valid point.

Luke: thank you, Quinn.

you: honestly, Luke, I’ll never understand how she left. did you say something weird?

Luke: no!!! I was perfectly normal.

Quinn: “normal” is a stretch…

Jack: is this really the same guy who told a girl on a first date he’d make six different accounts just to sort himself into Hufflepuff six different times because he didn’t 'trust the algorithm'?

Luke: OKAY, THAT’S DIFFERENT. I was being honest!

you: oh, Lukey. you’re lucky you’re adorable because that is painful 😂

Luke: this is why I didn’t want to tell you guys.

Quinn: bro, it’s fine. just embrace the awkward puppy vibe. it’s clearly your brand.

Luke: I hate you.

Jack: ugh, why does he get the sympathy? roast him more guys!!! I can’t be the only one taking L’s here.

you: because Luke doesn’t put ketchup on his eggs like a serial killer, Jack.

Luke: yeah, what is WRONG with you? ketchup on eggs? really?

Jack: you people are so dramatic. it’s normal.

Quinn: nothing about that is normal.

you: thank you, Quinn. once again, the only rational person in this chat.

Jack: stop flirting with my brother. it’s disgusting.

Luke: seriously. I can feel the weird vibes through my phone.

You smirked, knowing exactly how to push their buttons.

you: you’re just mad because Quinn’s risotto is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

Quinn: best risotto AND lasagna. don’t forget!

you: how could I? it’s the only reason I keep you around. And of course your magic 🍆

Quinn: oh, not my sparkling personality? btw you're objectifying my body...

you: hmm… maybe that too. but i have my priorities straight!

Jack: 🤢 STOP. this is disgusting.

Luke: seriously. this is TMI guys!!

you: just jealous, you two can’t even scramble eggs properly.

Quinn: cooking skills = key to a woman’s heart.

Luke: ugh. golden child strikes again.

Jack: some of us don’t need to cook because we have charisma, thank you very much.

Quinn: does your charisma excuse ketchup on eggs? because it shouldn’t.

Luke: still the biggest red flag in this chat.

Jack: Y’ALL ARE SO DRAMATIC.

You smiled at their bickering, your heart full, untouched by their chaos.

you: okay, but for real… I miss you guys 💔.

Luke: aww, finally some love.

Jack: are you feeling okay?!

you: don’t get used to it. but yeah, I miss you. Quinn, risotto night when you’re home! Jack and Luke, you can come eat it too.

Quinn: deal. but I’m ignoring them for the first hour I’m back. i need my time with you!

Luke: RUDE!

Jack: gross. is this the flirting portion of the chat? can we not?

you: love you too, boys. even if you’re disasters.

Jack: love you too. now stop flirting with Quinn before I puke.

Luke: seriously. save it for your own chat.

Quinn: jealousy doesn’t look good on you two.

Luke: jealous of what? your cooking? maybe. your 🍆? absolutely not.

you: you should be Lukey! your brother got some great 🍆

Jack: I’m OUT.

Luke: same.

Quinn: good job hon. guess it’s just us now. you: just how I like it 😘

[saioratral]

PARING: ryomen sukuna x f!reader

PROMPT: love can change SYNOPSIS: can you ever imagine a man like him.. in love?

WARNING: none NOTE: i saw sajal ali's photoshoot and i just had to write. literally got out of my writing block all because of a photo?? and who else to think of but sukuna cause hear me out.. also recommend hearing janam janam cause i was listening to that while writing

in sukuna’s eyes, you were no one special. just another girl- another offering from a village too afraid to stand up to him, hoping that you might spare them from his wrath. it was a simple transaction: you, a fragile human, given to the king of curses as an escape. so why is he getting so flustered seeing you in your wedding dress?

the blood red fabric adorned with golden embroidery was made by the finest silk to elevate your look as if you were the entire world’s beauty. he could hardly tear his eyes away from the sight of you, sitting quietly next to him. he had expected fear but not this… this feeling that pulled at something deep inside of him

your face, however, was veiled, a delicate red dupatta covering your features, hiding your eyes from his. still, even with the fabric between you, he couldn’t look away. the gold embroidery caught sukuna's attention with its soft, delicate beauty. it wasn’t just the dress, though. it was everything about you. the way you carried yourself, the way you sat with a quiet grace beside him, imagine a calm cat and a dangerous dog beside each other

you were so much more than he had ever expected, and yet, why? why did his chest tighten when he caught the smile of your lips, the way you carefully signed your name on the marriage papers, your handwriting neat and delicate, as though each letter was a piece of art? 

sukuna frowned, pushing the strange flutter in his chest away

what was happening to him?

you weren’t special, not in the way he needed. you were just a pawn. someone to carry out the ritual yet, when your shaky hands passed him the pen, your trembling touch brushing against his cold fingers, something in him snapped. he could feel the warmth of your skin against his- a jolt coursing through his body. a soft laugh followed from you, sweet and melodic. it was the first time he’d heard you and it sounded like music

“are you nervous?” sukuna’s curious voice made you turn your head a little to hear him better

you whispered back to him, making his heart skip a beat. “just a little”

saying your simple vows, he slowly lifts the red cloth, his fingers hesitated as he gently brushes the fabric away from your face. the moment it settled on your head, his breath caught in his chest

there you were. how could someone like you even exist before his very own eyes? to call you his, to claim you as his own, was as if he had conquered every battle, won every war, and still stood victorious, not because of his power, but because of you

the simple act of you feeding him sweets, turned into something far more meaningful. his eyes watched the delicate henna patterns that adorned your hands, reaching all the way up to your elbows. the designs were a testament to the time, the effort, and the love poured into them. the realization hit him, pulling him under with a force he couldn’t resist. perhaps he had been wrong about you. perhaps you were more than just a village offering, more than just another woman. maybe…

maybe he had found something he never knew he needed

as the years passed, sukuna remained beside you. the king of curses was no longer a title he wore. the man who had struck fear into the hearts of villages, who had ruled with an iron fist, slowly faded. he had cast aside the darkness that once defined him. no longer did he crave the chaos of battle, the thrill of bloodshed. instead, he found peace in the quiet moments spent with you

the human aging was catching up, leaving their marks on both of you, but your beauty had only deepened with time. he noticed the silver threads that had begun to grow through your hair, the soft lines that had appeared around your eyes, and yet, to him, you were as breathtaking as the day he first laid eyes on you

“you still look at me like that,” your voice filled with warmth. “like i’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen”

sukuna chuckled softly 

“i’ll keep looking at you like this for as long as i breathe”

@saioratral .ᐟ do not repost, translate, alter, etc on any platform without permission

[justastraymoa]

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 4

masterlist

Korean is in italics

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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"I gave you the night. It's time to go public with her." JYP stated.

"You go public, and you will destroy yourself and Stray Kids, dumbass." You snapped. You had literally just established this with the others and were not feeling generous enough to have it again.

"Whether you like it or not you are contracted to JYPE. Best get over it."

"You drugged me and had me sign the contract! I do not have anything to do with JYPE!"

"Think again, honey. You signed the same contract Stray Kids signed. You are legally ours."

You gag at the pet name coming from that man's mouth.

"It won't stick. I'll tell them I was drugged. There is enough physical evidence on me to be believed." You pointed out.

JYP smirked. "You tell them that and you will be single handedly responsible for the downfall of Stray Kids. You willing to do that?"

You purse your lips and glare at him. He had you cornered, and he damn well knew it. He knew what he was doing from the very beginning. But what was his plan to get around the media finding out anyways? Or did he think he was so powerful he could make it all dissapear?

"No." Chan said firmly.

"What do you mean no? I assure you; it very much will end you. If not by media, then by me." JYP threatened.

"I don't care. You will not blackmail Y/n."

You blinked, shocked by this turn and his declaration. Looking around, it seemed like everyone was in agreement with him too.

"You would give all this up. For her?" JYP asked in disbalief.

Hyunjin stepped forward. "You underestimate our soul bond. You have done enough to her. No more."

JYP was stunned into silence. There was no way he saw this coming. You didn't even see this coming! You only just met them, yet they are willing to give up everything for you.

This whole fucking ordeal is absolutely insane. From the very beginning. What even was your life right now? This was a lose-lose situation. Either you get blackmailed into working as JYPs slave and risk the media finding out. Or Stray Kids stands against JYP for you. Either way Stray Kids are done for. Unless somehow the media never finds out the truth.

There had to be a way to head the media off at the pass. You have a degree in business with a specialty in social media and production. If anyone could do it, it was someone like you.

You gasped. You had an idea. "Let's renegotiate the contract JYP." You crossed your arms and half smirked, a plan forming that would benefit all involved.

Lee Know placed a hand on your arm. "You don't need to do that, Y/n. We have your back." He hummed quietly.

You laced your fingers with his. "I appreciate it so much. However, I think I can fix all our problems."

"And how are you going to do that?" JYP challenged.

"You really should have paid more attention to my profile when you hunted me down. I am a social media expert. Given time and the right resources, I can manipulate the facts in our favor."

"What does that mean?" Chan asked.

You smiled, giddy. You couldn't believe you were actually going to do this. "It means, if JYP will meet my terms, I won't have to hide."

"We can show you off?" Felix asked, hope overflowing his entire body.

"What do you say JYP? Tear up that sham of a contract you drugged me into signing and work with me on a new one?"

~

An hour and a half later you were wearing a pair of Hans jeans with a belt and a sweatshirt from I.N. You and Chan sat at a table in a conference room of JYPE way too similar to the room you woke up in just the day before. You eyed the couch warily as you settled in across from JYP and his big shot legal guy.

Chan would be able to help you negotiate a good contract and navigate all the tricky wording. He was a pro at this by now. Or well, better than you were at least.

It took 7 hours of going back and forth. You were not budging on your demands. You weren’t asking for anything outrageous. After what JYP did, he could bend a little for your requests. It was literally the bare fucking minimum.

The craziest thing you were asking for was to be solely in charge of all Stray Kids social media. Both solo accounts and group accounts. Even what went on JYPE pages. And every aspect that went into the posts or on any type of media.

This was part of your plan to head off anyone finding out your origin story. Plus, it gave you a job and a place here, so you weren’t just dead weight getting in people’s way or mooching off everyone. It was also the main demand that JYP was against. He didn’t want to give up that power. You weren’t going to let him keep it. It was now a game of who was going to give in first. And you were one stubborn son of a bitch.

Your heart also hadn’t stopped racing since negotiation began. Chan gripped your cold hand the entire time, not saying a word when adrenaline made your hands sweaty and start to shake. That was the only outward indication of your panic. With tremendous effort you kept your voice steady and firm the entire day.

The other members trickled in one by one as they finished up with their days, starting with Seungmin. They were interested in what was going on and even put in their own opinions at times. But mostly they made themselves comfortable and were just happy to be nearby.

In the end, JYP caved, and we reached an agreement. A terrifying, binding, agreement that was bigger than anything I ever thought I would be a part of in this lifetime.

As such you were now officially the ninth member of the Stray Kids soul group.

“I cannot believe I did this.” You whispered when JYP and his mucky much left with their copy of the new contract, your copy under the fingers of the hand Chan was not holding.

“Do you have regrets?” Chan asked quietly. There was excited chatter around the room from the others now that it was official, and you were able to go with them and not have to be hidden or blackmailed.

You pulled Chan’s hand into your lap and drew your knees up to curl around it. “More freaking out. I have never done something this huge. Or stood up to someone so huge either. I’m not sure what came over me.”

He squeezed your hand where they were both now hidden. “You did fucking amazing. And we have your back.”

Lee Know sidled up to your other side and rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Thank you. For fighting.” He whispered.

In the chaos that followed you had forgotten what happened this morning. You were so happy you wouldn’t be the cause of anyone’s pain. Lee Know snapping this morning absolutely broke your heart.

You reached up to scratch his scalp. “That’s not something you should be thanking me for.” Even though it was for the right reasons, even talking about separating and keeping me hidden caused your soulmates pain. You had caused them pain.

~

Back at the apartment the things you had requested the personal shopper get you had been delivered. And that brought up another issue that needed to be addressed.

“I am not going to permanently steal your room, Chan. I can set up a roll out in the living room and borrow some drawers.” You gesture towards the living room as you talk. Though you were sure eventually you would be close enough to all of them that you could sleep in whoever’s bed for a night or two and they wouldn’t care.

But Chan was already shaking his head before you even finished. “No. The arrangement we have works great. No way are you sleeping on a roll out.”

“Stay in the room you are in. We are all always sleeping in each other’s beds anyways, but you are the only girl. You should have your own space and your own bathroom.” Hyunjin pointed out.

Oh fuck. You were surrounded by 8 men. You are so fucked. The number of farts you were going to have to put up with on a daily basis alone was staggering!

“You know what. I’m exhausted from looking and talking with JYPs ugly ass all day, so I don’t care. I want cuddles. Who is going to cuddle me?” You asked. If you were going to do this whole soul bond thing, you were not about to do it half assed or slowly. That sounded exhausting. You’re all in. And that means your needy ass wants cuddles.

You spin on your heel and go to the living room, grabbing every pillow and blanket you could see, you piled it all up on the floor and turned on the TV.

Behind you a hushed argument was happening between the others.

“You two got to cuddle her last night!”

“Lee Know got time with her this morning after his temper tantrum.”

“Yah, fuck you!”

“Chan spent all day with her!”

"Negotiating her contract. That hardly counts!”

“You held her hand!”

“She was panicking!”

“What? She was?”

“She didn’t seem like it.”

“Trust me, she was.”

“Wow. I am impressed.”

“She did stand up to JYP.”

“You should have heard her yesterday. She looked him square in the eye, told him she didn’t like him, then called his bluff afterward!”

“Yeah, and she said she got those bruises because she broke out of her restraints. Twice.”

You sigh. They had gotten off track. “I’m awfully cold and lonely over here!” You call to them.

“Okay, okay. So, Innie, Seungmin, or Hyunjin. They are the only ones who haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time with her yet.”

“Take turns?”

“Youngest first.”

I.N finally joined you in the living room, looking awkward. You smiled gently at him from your nest of comfort.

“Do I…Do I just grab you?” He asked.

You tried not to laugh at him. He was very cute. Very unsure. “Do you want to cuddle. I won’t take offense.” You had to be sure he wasn’t just doing it because you had asked for cuddles.

His face screwed up a bit. “I want to be close. Can I just use your belly as a pillow?”

You got more comfortable and patted your stomach in invitation, quietly hoping it wouldn’t make any weird sounds when I.N had his ear pressed up against it.

“J-Jinnie can cuddle you.” He hesitated now for some reason.

You shake your head. “It’s your turn. C’mon, little bug.” You coax.

I.N blushed lightly and curled up next to you, gently laying his head on your stomach. Immediately you buried your fingers in his hair, twisting strands absently as you flipped through channels on the TV.

The others joined you a few seconds later, all finding their places around the room. Draping over chairs, couches, and each other.

Sometime later, from a cue you didn’t see or hear, I.N rolled off you and Hyunjin laid next to you, half his body on top of yours. One leg and one arm thrown over you and face in your neck. You giggle and squirm as his breath tickled down your skin.

“Mm, sorry. I just pushed through the awkward and went for it.” He explained. He shifted a bit closer, and his breath no longer tickled.

You wrapped both arms around his ribs tightly. “S’kay. I understand. Are you comfortable?”

Hyunjin hummed in affirmation. You gently traced shaped on his back with your fingertips. I.N still lay next to you, just no longer using your stomach as a pillow, instead he was using his own arm. You couldn’t see his face, but you were pretty sure he was at least half asleep. You fold one of the blankets you were laying on over his legs so he wouldn’t get chilled without our shared body heat.

Hyunjin was warm enough on his own to keep us both warm. He was playing on a phone absently as we relaxed. Everyone was quietly doing their own things, just enjoying the moment. Every once in a while, there were murmurs as they chatted or a video playing softly on their phones.

Then Hyunjin handed you the phone he had been on suddenly. “We all entered our number and socials for you already. And you are hooked to our shared calendar.” He told me in explanation.

You had honestly forgotten you were getting a phone. You had no idea what they did with the old one when they took you, you would need to cancel it anyway. Who knew if it would even work over here. And if it did what kind of massive charges it would incur.

Slowly, with one hand, you begin setting up your new phone to your preferences and logging into everything of yours.

“Hey look.” You said lifting the phone up and snapping a pic of you and Hyunjin as soon as he looked.

He watched as you set it as his contact photo. “I look awful.” He grumbled.

“You look cute and squishy.” You liked the photo. It was soft and authentic. No practiced or rehearsed looks or smiles. Just the two of you.

You would eventually get one of everyone, Hyunjin just happened to be right here and looking so photogenic.

“You are in charge of announcing yourself to the world now. Do you have a plan?” Chan asked.

If you were honest, not really. More half-baked ideas and a final goal. “That’s tomorrow’s issue. Today I need to book a plane ticket to my apartment.” Meaning you needed to go back and pack up, transfer everything to Korea, sell shit off, etc.

Hyunjins head popped up and several others moved towards me. “You’re leaving?” Felix asked.

“Did you think I would just leave everything behind?” You were confused about their reactions.

“But you’re coming back.” Hyunjin asked to confirm.

Oh! “Yes! I’m sorry, yes, I’m coming back. I just need to pack my things and tie up loose ends.” You assured them all. Reaching up you brushed away Hyunjins hair.

The room palpably relaxed. You needed to be more careful. It seems like they are a little attached to you right now. And you understood the feeling. If you could, you would stay with them, but there were things back at the apartment you couldn’t just abandon. Being apart would hurt, but it was necessary. And hopefully the last time you would need to be apart for a while.

“We can go with you.” Chan suggested.

You shook your read and pulled up the shared calendar on your new phone. The schedule for everyone was full to the brim for the following week and more. “You have things you have promised to be at.”

“We can cancel. We canceled several things yesterday and today.”

“And it’s starting to get suspicious. I need to stay hidden until I can get the plan in motion or none of this will work. And I don’t officially take over your socials and start enacting the plan for a little while yet while the things that are already in motion finish up.” You pulled Hyunjin back down to cuddle, he went easily enough.

“Why not take one or two of us then?” Han suggested. You knew none of them would mind joining you in the least.

“Are you worried about me, or are you worried I won’t come back?” You were sort of teasing them. You knew there would be a small part of them that would worry you would leave them for a long time yet. It was natural. Just like how you worried they wouldn’t like what you brought to the group, and they would ask you to leave.

You hit confirmation on your two-way ticket purchase. “I’ll be back in 2 weeks.” You told them before anyone could try and answer your teasing question.

“Two weeks!” Several voices nearly shouted.

You sighed. “Even though I was probably fired, I did have a job. I should at least try and give them a two week notice to find a replacement. Plus, I can’t pack up and sell my entire life in a day. Two weeks will be crazy enough!”

“Are you going to be anywhere near our fashion shows?” Felix asked. He and Hyunjin would be in New York to participate in several runway walks and appearances.

“It’s too far of a distance to drive and flying is just not feasible. You would get no rest and waste jet fuel in the process.”

Binnie pouted. “I don’t like it.”

Honestly, you didn’t either. You were hoping to get done sooner and dip a few days early, but you couldn’t be sure that would happen, so you didn’t even bring it up. Didn’t want to get their hopes up.

“When do you leave?” Chan asked sad but resigned.

“Early tomorrow afternoon.

“Move, Hyune. My turn.” Seungmin ordered. Instead of coming down to the floor with you, he pulled you onto the couch with him, settling you so you were laying on top of him, his thighs framing your hips and your head on his sternum. You relaxed into the embrace immediately. “Only have tonight, getting everything I can.” He grumbled.

Han scooted over and sat at my feet, placing a hand on my ankle and resting his head on my knee.

You open a new text, adding everyone and naming it ‘Nonet’ before sending a test text through and watching as one by one each member got the message and checked it. It’s not like they wouldn’t have a group chat eventually anyway. And you could keep in touch all day and night with this.

“Nonet. Good one.” Chan chuckled. You shrugged with a smirk at your own little joke.

“Texting won’t be enough! We just got you!” Binnie complained.

“We still have her, Bin. We ripped her from her life. Can’t just expect her to be able to start a new one right away and leave everything behind.” Lee Know explained from the other couch.

You opened your camera to get a profile picture of Seungmin, only to snap one of him making an ugly face at the camera. You snort and set it as his contact photo. “Just wait. I’ll post that on insta.” You threatened lightly.

“Nah, you won’t.”

“STAY would love it. Meme the shit out of it. You would never live it down.”

“It’s going to be interesting having you control our socials now. You think like STAY.” Lee Know mused. You wondered if he meant that as a good thing or a bad thing.

“I am STAY.” You point out.

“Not anymore. Now you’re one of us.”

That was vaguely creepy. “I’ll always be STAY.” I argued. It’s not like I just wasn’t a fan anymore just because I was in this soul group.

“No, he’s right, y/n. You will have your own fanbase now. You will need official socials and everything.” Chan said.

You very much doubted you would have fans. You would have a hate club. Everyone has haters, obviously, but as the only female in Stray Kids soul bond there would be a lot of judgement.

“I don’t think I’ll have any socials. I’ll delete them soon. Bett for my future mental health.”

Seungmin poked my cheek. “A social media expert with no social media?”

Admittedly it was weird. But you wouldn’t have time for your own socials anyways if you were going to manage the boys. It would be around the clock thing with them. Random posts, scheduled posts, bubble, lives, comments. You wouldn’t miss your own much. The itch would be scratched.

The boys were supposed to leave early in the morning. Much earlier than you planned to wake up. As such, you made sure to say your goodbyes before you went to bed for the evening. You packed a small carry-on backpack for your flight and put the rest of the things the personal shopper brought you away in your new room. When you get back from your trip, you could start personalizing the room a little maybe. Make it feel more yours and not a guest room.

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[ughtyrell]

I used to have a crush on you...what? Jayvik vers

You know Viktor, I used to be inlove with you.

...What Jayce?

Oh yeah. The labs days, I fell for you when you believed in me. Embarrassing huh? That lasted so long, years even. Glad I never said anything though. You were always so uncomfortable with my affection. I tried to stop but then I'd find myself reaching out for you all the time. Sorry about that partner.

Affection? As in romantic affection? You loved me?

Yeah? I was so obvious about it too. Caitlyn would always tease me and call me a coward for not telling you. But I didn't want to put that on you. Not when you weren't interested and had the decency to reject me in a subtle way and not make a huge deal of it. You're always so kind Vik.

Rejected you? Jayce. When did I reject you? I didn't. I didn't know. Jayce.

Viktor? You didn't know? Impossible.

Please Jayce. I promise you I didn't know. Tell me when, how.

Well. I mean you never said the words out straight. But you'd pull away from me when I tried to touch you in anyway. You never wanted to come with me to parties. Which is fine. I know you've always hated those. But I wanted you with me, always, I was so goddamn clingy. But uh, you didn't want too. So, I mean, I just assumed you weren't interested in me.

Jayce.

And uh, when I tried to take you on dates to a Cafe to get coffee or tea you always said no. Or out to get food. Or to get drinks at night. And when you did humor me, it's like you showed how much you didn't enjoy it. I still feel bad about that. I'm sorry I forced you Viktor. I was so pushy about my feelings.

Jayce.

Yes Viktor?

I didn't know. I'm. I didn't know that was you showing me you loved me romantically.

Oh.

...

Well. I mean, fuck this is so embarrassing even more so now. Forget it. Please God I have such a big mouth.

No Jayce. You don't. You really, really don't. Why didn't you just tell me?

Vik I said forget it.

I won't.

Don't be an asshole. I'm already feeling like a dumbass for confessing all that now when I thought we could laugh about it now. Now I'm hearing I just told my partner something-

Jayce I've always loved you. Not as long as you by a few hours but, when we broke into Heimerdingers lab to prove hextex works. And it did, and we were floating. It was magical. And not in the literal sense that it was. Jayce. When you passed me that gear, it just clicked.

...

...

...

Jayce say something please.

I. I just don't know what to say. We loved each other and. We never knew?

Love. I still love you Jayce.

Viktor...

Let me continue. I realize now, how much I've sabotaged myself by staying silent. I've loved you for years and I'm sorry I didn't notice your love for me. For pushing you away because I. I hated myself. I didn't want to let you too close. Because I knew it would just give me hope for something I thought was not possible.

Not possible?

I'm a crippled, orphan who got into the academy by being lucky to get noticed by a councilor, who then became a councilors assistant, from Zaun. I thought having someone like you was never in the cards for me. And, even if, on the very slim, I mean very slim chance you did return my feelings, I would never deserve it. I'd embarrass you. That's also the reason I avoided going into public with you Jayce. It was never about rejecting you.

...

...

Viktor I never cared about any of that. I. I loved and respected you for, for everything about you. You're so perfect and amazing. And. And. Too late. Fuck Viktor.

Has anyone already done this

[nyxthedeity]

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓶𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Synopsis: Draco has never experienced aftection. He is a literal void where if you put some love, you don't know where it goes. Until he met a specific someone that managed to fill that void.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!femreader

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Draco has always felt like an empty shell. He's convinced there is nothing inside of him anymore as his family did a good job carving it all out.

He was looking for anything anymore and the only ambition he had was no longer to be the best of best but to just get out of the deadly grasp his family has on him. Everything was not how he imagined it would be.

Everyday was like a blur to him, just passing by and time was almost nothing to him. Life was no longer an adventure waiting to be taken, life is no longer a path for him to take.

So goes for love.

Every turn of his head he sees people falling in love. Crabbe even got himself a crush and he could only blankly stare at something as Crabbe babbles on.

But that was when before he saw her.

A random day in the hall of Hogwarts, he was walking alone. And he heard something normal, yet his head seemed to just snap it's way.

And there, the famous sunshine girl everyone adores, giggling over something that her bestfriend said.

Why is he attracted to that sound? He hears giggles and laughs all his year, why was hers so different? Why did he like that smile so much?

But he couldn't let himself stay any longer, he'll look weird. So he forced his feet to keept moving forward, though his mind stayed on her.

Then suddenly, his eyes seemed to always roam around. His eyes that used to look so tired suddenly wanted to find someone.

He was in courtyard one free period, and he felt something when he saw you enter with your friends and sat on the grass. She looked so kind... Like she would never look at him with pity or disgust once she knew what he has on his arm. But he knew that's impossible. Who wouldn't be disgusted? Who wouldn't want to get away from him?

"Hey, Y/n, Malfoy seem to be looking at you." Said her friend as they talk a few distance away from him. When Y/n looked over her shoulder, Malfoy casually torn his eyes away.

"Was he?" Y/n asked with her head tilt and looked back at her friends. "Why do you think so?" She asks.

"Maybe he wants to be friends?" One friend answered, "Oh! Maybe he noticed you!" Said another.

"But, don't you guys notice that he's looking so gloomy? I wonder what's up." One brought up. It is true, everyone noticed how Draco's been quiet. Always observing... Always staring, not the loud and arrogant one from before.

"I've been wanting to get close to him. Though he's kind of hard to approach." Y/n said after a pause. He just became a closed book so fast that Y/n couldn't help but wonder what is exactly going on?

"I'm sure he'll appreciate you as his friend. Pansy is not really improving and Crabbe and Goyle are still dumb idiots." Said a friend that received nods in agreements.

Y/n took that in mind, making a mental note to always peel her eyes for opportunities.

And opportunity it is.

Draco had an Astronomy class, different from his minions. Y/n was in the same class so when it was over, she quickly packed up her bag and approached the Slytherin boy.

"Malfoy." She greets with a charming smile. "I didn't saw you partner up with someone in the project, you don't mind being mine, right?"

Well he just stopped working.

Why is this Hufflepuff talking to him and even inviting him to be his partner? Him? Why?

"Earth to Malfoy?" Y/n waved a hand in his face. "You good?" She flashed a smile.

Draco swears he need sunglasses for how bright that smile was.

"I'm fine with myself..." Draco mumbled in which she confusely frowned to. "But it's pairwork." She says.

So what? It's not like anyone want to work with him.

"C'mon, let's partner up!" She invited cheerfully again.

Draco just nodded his head slightly and it already brought a smile on her bug round face. Was Hufflepuff always been this kind? He feels like he's missing out.

Y/n hopped her way happily out of the classroom after securing her partner. But she doesn't want the project to be their only result. She wanted to crack that cold shell around him and spread that Malfoy was not a heartless jerk. She has always believed that no one is born like that, so she wanted to find out everything and make people understand.

The chance to do that came naturally as they meet up in the library to start their project.

She arrived a bit late with a bunch of books (some unrelated) in her arms and dropped down to the table with a proud smile.

Draco couldn't say anything and simply continued writing. A pout planted itself at Y/n's face as she got ignored. Her wish is for sure hard to get.

She opened one book, not related, but definitely interesting. She held up a page in his face, "Did you know that Hippogriffs can only lay one egg and it only takes a day to hatch and a week for it to start flying?" She said with enthusiastic voice.

"And that's... Connected to astronomy how?" Draco replied with hesitation.

"Just saying. Hippogriffs are rare to come by." She put the book down with defeat. "I really hope they are. The only Hippogriff I met scratched my arm." He said bluntly.

Oh yeah. That one.

They finished it all up with less talking than what Y/n had hoped. But well... She believes that she'll get a chance soon enough.

And she did.

Though it was not pretty.

She was running late for potions, it's bad enough that she's late, it's worse cause she's a Hufflepuff. But being late was soon off her mind as she saw Draco fast walking towards the boys bathroom and she swore he got tears in his eyes.

So she ran, not to get to class but to catch up to him. She hesitated at the door to the boy's bathroom. But who cares? Draco may need her help.

So she pushed the door gently, seeing Draco lean over the sink with his sleeves pulled up as he wash his face.

"Draco?" His name fall over her lips so naturally as she called. Draco jumped at the voice, his face dripping as he looked over at her.

He looked surprised and... Scared. What for?

Her eyes then gazed down at his arm. The dark mark.

Her eyes went back to his eyes and he was terrified that he doesn't even know what to say.

He knew she'd be disgusted, terrified, even report him. But it took him by surprised when she entered and locked door and hurriedly came to him with a worried face.

"Are you okay? What happened?" She asked as if she knew him for long. Like he held a special place in her heart.

He couldn't bring himself to talk, not when shes looking at him like that.

She touched the trembled hand containg the dark mark and caressed it. How could they do this? He's 16. Why is this on his arm?

"They forced you, didn't they?" She mumbled with her brows furrowed. His silence says it all. Her eyes met his, but instead of pity, he saw empathy. Understanding. When's the last time he saw that in someone's eyes?

He felt so vulnerable and weak that when she brought him into a hug, all she could do was hung onto her and cry like he's on his mother's arms.

He loved how her hands came up to his head to gently pat it, he loves how her arms were keeping him grounded. Why did it take so long for someone to be like this to him? Why did she only arrive when he's already weak?

Only then did he felt like there is tomorrow. There is path he could take. All from a girl who held him.

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Finally, I have a Draco fic! It's so great to post something cause I was dead for a long time because of school 😞

With this fic, I wanted to show just how powerful a single simple gesture does for a person experiencing something such as depression. And with that, I can also portray just how much Draco can change if he just received the right support, so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Feel free to request something and I'm happy to be in your service!

Your dearest Author,

NyxTheDeity

[arduousflame]

Stay, you are safe.

Needed something soft between these 2.

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“Lucanis, is everything all right?” Rook’s head peeked over the banister. Below, the Crow had been rolling his shoulders, pacing in tight circles around the chairs. She didn’t miss the pained scowl flickering across his features.

“Ah, I’m fine. Just a bit stiff after that last stint in Rivain.” Lucanis waved a hand dismissively, but Rook kept looking down at him, and after a few seconds, her head tilted slightly.

“Rook, I’m fine,” he insisted, his tone firmer this time.

Her silence stretched, unbroken except for the soft creak of wood under her weight. Then she replied, dryly, “You want to tell Viago that?”

Lucanis chuckled despite himself, shaking his head. “A round of stretches and some rest should do it.” He rolled his shoulders again, forcing himself to straighten.

Rook disappeared from view, but only for a moment. When she reappeared at the top of the staircase, she was rubbing her arms. A telltale habit, one he recognized as uncertainty.

“I… might have something that could help?” she offered, hesitating just enough to give herself away. Her words hung in the air as her cheeks flushed pink. “Ah, only if you want to, of course!”

Lucanis paused, tilting his head at her, intrigued.

“I learned some massage techniques…” She trailed off, her voice quieter now. “Long story, but I could help ease some of the discomfort. I know where and how you ‘rest’ and that’s only going to make it worse.” Her words tumbled out in a rush, but when she finished, she froze like a statue, bracing herself for his response.

Lucanis crossed his arms, leaning back slightly on the balls of his feet. He didn’t speak right away.

Rook’s face faltered—just barely, but enough for him to notice. Her smile returned a tad too quickly. “Never mind,” she said, her voice light, her words rushed. “Forget I asked.”

In truth, he was conflicted.

A part of him, a loud, insistent part, longed to say yes.. To let her closer. To feel her warmth, not just in her laugh or the brightness of her smile, but in her touch. The kind of touch that wasn’t born of battle—when outstretched hands met to steady or warn—but something softer, more deliberate.

He envied the others sometimes, how freely she gave her affections. The way she hugged Bellara and Harding every morning, unreserved and easy. How she bumped shoulders with Davrin and Taash, playful and familiar. The way she leaned in conspiratorially with Neve, or the quiet focus in her hands when Emmrich taught her a new spell.

But with him…

She always kept her distance. She’d step aside to let him pass, hand him a blade so their fingers wouldn’t brush. Her laughter and her smiles she gave him freely, but her touch? That, she withheld.

He’d start to think Rook did not care for him, now that he was a literal demon.

But the truth was, he did the same to her. Illario had always been the suave one. How

Lucanis exhaled softly, shifting his weight. “Rook,” he began, his voice low.

Her eyes snapped to his, cautious but still hopeful.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer,” he said. A small smile tugged at his lips. “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

For a moment, her expression was unreadable. Then, a bright, genuine smile broke across her face. “Of course. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.” She took a step back on the landing. “Give me a minute,” she said, “let me grab some stuff. Meet you in your room?”

He did not trust his voice anymore; so he only nodded. The soft fast taps of her bare feet on the wood betrayed her enthusiasm she hid so well in her words and voice.

Was this really happening? Had he actually said yes, letting her get just a little closer? The last five minutes kept replaying in her mind, over and over, as she hurried back to her room.

The thought was still a whirlwind as she dumped her pack onto the bed, rummaging frantically for that small tin of numbing balm. Her fingers closed around it, and before she could lose her nerve, she was rushing back down the hall toward the dining room.

It was late—thank the Maker—so she didn’t run into anyone. Rook was grateful for that, sure that anyone who saw her now would immediately notice the telltale flush on her cheeks. She did have a reputation to uphold.

She skidded to a halt in front of the large doors of the hall. A deep breath in. A deep breath out.

She stamped her feet lightly on the floor, a giddy little motion that she immediately scolded herself for. Stop that, Rook. Compose yourself. She shook her head, willing the excitement to settle. The last thing she wanted was to scare him off now. Not when he’d finally let her in, even just a little.

Steeling herself, she raised her fist to knock on the pantry door when his voice called out: “Come in, Rook.”

Of course he’d heard her coming.

Her heart gave an unsteady flutter as she pushed the door open, just enough to peek inside. There he was—Lucanis, sitting on the edge of his cot, a coffee cup in hand. His posture was tense, his right shoulder slightly drawn back in a way that made it clear to her that he was in much more pain than he’d ever let on.

“I got the stuff I needed,” she said, her voice coming out softer than she intended. She hesitated a moment, then stepped fully into the room, holding up the small metal tin for him to see. “For your shoulder,” she added, a bit sheepishly.

The words hung in the air, and for a fleeting second, her nerves threatened to overtake her. But then, his gaze met hers—not sharp or dismissive, but steady, with the faintest flicker of something she couldn’t quite place.

It was enough. She took another step forward and closed the door behind her.

“How do you want to go about this?” Did he sound nervous?

“Well, it’d be easiest if you sat on the ground... Then I could sit behind you on the cot.” She hesitated, then added quickly, “Oh, and no need to take off your shirt! I’ll be careful not to get any balm on it.”

He regarded her silently for a moment before lowering himself to the floor, cross-legged and straight-backed, as always. She’d never catch him slouch, she was sure. He placed the empty cup on the crate he used as bedside table.

On the tips of her toes, she moved to perch behind him on the cot. Normally, she’d steady herself by slipping her legs around the person she was working on. But not this time. She tucked her legs beneath her, sitting back on her knees instead.

The tin resisted her efforts, her fingers fumbling briefly before she finally pried the lid open. The faint scent of the balm filled the air as she dabbed some onto her fingers. But then, just as she was about to begin, she froze. Her hands hovered over his shoulders, unsure.

“Ready?” she asked softly.

Lucanis didn’t answer, only nodded, leaning back ever so slightly. Barely noticeable, but enough.

Now or never, before the spell broke.

The warmth of his skin was immediate, still lingering from his pacing in front of the fire. He stiffened at her first touch, muscles rippling beneath her fingertips like a coiled predator, taut and poised to strike. The tightness where his shoulder met his neck spoke of strain—too much time spent on edge.

She started lightly, her fingers brushing across his neck and shoulders, searching, mapping. Prodding carefully here and there to gauge his reactions—was the discomfort from pain or from her touch?

It didn’t take long to find the source of his pain: a stubborn knot along his scapula, the skin warm with tension. Her movements grew more assured when he didn’t flinch or pull away, her hands working in firm, measured circles.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much,” she said, her voice steady but low. “Or if you need a break. Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

His reply was a hum, deep and low, vibrating faintly through her hands. She’d take that as consent.

They sat in silence for several minutes, broken only by the occasional soft wince when her fingers pressed a tender spot. Her nose was scrunching in concentration.

At this point, Rook was sure she was more nervous than Lucanis. Finally, she felt him begin to relax under her touch, his tension melting away bit by bit. Emboldened by this shift, she rested her free forearm on his opposite shoulder, subtly bracing him against her as she applied a bit more pressure.

The silence lingered, heavy but not unpleasant, until it was finally broken by his low voice. “Where did you learn this?”

Her hand stilled for just a moment before resuming its rhythm. “When my mother died,” she began, her voice quiet, “and before he lost his fortune, my father got involved with a courtesan. She... took pity on me. I guess she saw a young girl without a mother figure and wanted to help. She called them ‘useful life skills.’” A faint, hollow laugh escaped her lips. “Let’s just say this was the one I kept up with. I realized it could come in handy in more ways than one when I joined House de Riva.”

Her hands faltered again, this time longer, as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears that blurred her vision.

“I didn’t mean to pry,” Lucanis said gently, his voice softer now. She felt him shift, starting to turn toward her.

Panic flickered through her. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her cry. “Ah, no, don’t move!” she said quickly, patting his shoulder to keep him in place. “You’ll pull the knot. Stay still.”

Her words were firm, but her touch was light, her fingers resuming their work with renewed focus. She hoped the slight tremor in her voice had gone unnoticed.

Despite herself, wanting nothing more than to stay this close, Rook finally asked, “How does this feel? It should be better now, right?”

Lucanis flexed his shoulder and stretched out his arm, testing the range of motion. “Ah, this is much better.”

Rook leaned back on her legs, settling her hands in her lap. Already, she missed the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. She tried not to dwell on it as her fellow Crow turned toward her.

“Thank you, Rook,” he said, his tone sincere. “I must admit, I was… a bit hesitant. But this really eased the pain.”

His eyes met hers—warm, dark, and so impossibly soft.

“Well,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light despite the flutter in her chest, “can’t have you out of commission. I’ve got to keep my team in fighting shape.”

A chuckle escaped him, followed by a small shake of his head. But before Rook could savor the moment, he winced sharply, his hand flying to his face.

“Lucanis?” she asked, instinctively reaching out.

He waved her off, his other hand resting on his knee as he shook his head. “It’s nothing. Just Spite.”

“Did I upset him?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Those dark eyes found hers again, holding her gaze for a moment longer than she expected. “Trust me,” he said, his voice low, “you’re not the one he’s upset with. On the contrary.”

The last part was barely above a murmur, so faint Rook wasn’t sure if she’d truly heard it or imagined it entirely.

“I better get another brew going. There will be no sleep for me tonight.”

“You do need to sleep, Lucanis.” Rook did not say it outright, but the implication hang between them: the only reason Lucanis got hurt, was because he lost his edge in the field. Another night of no sleep. A moment too slow and the Antaam’s hammer had hit him square on the arm.

She stepped off the bed and motioned for him to sit back down.

“I’m fine, Rook, really,” he protested.

Rook wasn’t having it—not now, not anymore. The nervousness she’d felt earlier in the evening had burned away, replaced by a sharper edge of worry. She’d deal with the implications of bossing a Dellamorte around later. Right now, she spoke as his leader.

“I know some other techniques that might help you relax,” she said firmly, her tone leaving little room for argument. “I can stay here, keep an eye on Spite.”

A flash of panic crossed his eyes, brief but unmistakable.

“Lucanis, please.” Her voice softened. “Let me help. Next time, you might not get off with just a stiff shoulder.”

At last, his resistance cracked. He sighed, shoulders slumping. “What do you need me to do?”

She stepped closer, leaning over him to grab a cushion and placed it against the opposite side of the bed. “Lie down,” she instructed.

His movements were slow, reluctant. As he lowered himself onto the bed, she grabbed another blanket from the corner, folding it neatly and plopping it on the floor by his headrest. She could feel his eyes tracking her every move.

He lay back at last, arms crossed over his stomach, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m not sure about—”

“Same as before,” she cut him off gently. “Just give the word, and I’ll stop. But let me try before you call it quits. Can you do that?”

A pause. Then a nod.

Rook moved behind him again, settling onto the folded blanket at the edge of the bed. Her hands, still slick from the balm, hovered for a moment before she went to work.

This time, she let her fingers drift along his throat, up his jaw, and into his hair. His breaths deepened, steady and slow. A soft hum of appreciation escaped him, so low she almost didn’t catch it.

Rook couldn’t suppress the small smile that crept onto her lips. Not so bad after all, she thought.

She kept up her slow, rhythmic movements until she was certain he had fully surrendered to her ministrations. His breathing softened, slowing to the steady cadence that teetered on the edge of sleep.

Carefully—so carefully—she slipped one arm along the curve of his neck, letting her hand rest lightly on his chest. Beneath her palm, she felt the faintest hitch in his breath, a tiny stutter that made her pause. But he didn’t pull away or speak. Instead, after a moment, his breathing evened out again, the tension melting from his body.

With her other hand, she tilted his head ever so gently until his cheek came to rest against her forearm. His eyes were closed now, lashes dark against his skin. For the first time in what felt like ages, that perpetual furrow between his brows had smoothed out. His face, so often marked by strain or focus, was slack and soft in a way she’d rarely seen before.

Her fingers traced lower, brushing along the line of his neck and dipping toward his collarbone. His chest rose and fell beneath her touch, his breaths slow and deep. At last, she was certain he’d fallen completely asleep.

Still, Rook didn’t stop right away. She kept going for a while longer, her movements gentle and unhurried, until her fingers began to cramp. Only then did she still her hands—one resting on his chest, the other cradling his head against her arm.

She sat there quietly, gazing down at the man in her arms.

Catching herself, Rook tried to pull her arms back, ready to let the man finally sleep undisturbed. But as she began to lift her hand, it was caught by another—his.

Her breath hitched as she looked down to see a faint purple glow streaking through his eyes. The voice, low and resonant, was unmistakable. “Stay.”

His hand rested heavy over hers, a weight that felt both firm and pleading.

“Spite,” she said. She ran her free hand gently through Lucanis’ hair again, her fingers combing through the dark strands with deliberate care. The response was immediate: a satisfied hum, deep and almost content, reverberated through him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.

The demon’s eyes drifted closed, and his voice followed, barely a whisper, rough around the edges. “Rook is safe. Warm. He dreamt of this. Stay.”

Did he really?

“I’ll stay,” she said softly, finally, her hand stilling against his hair, resting there like an anchor.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. The soft tapping beneath his hand stirred him awake, all his senses snapping to attention. Blinking against the faint glow of candlelight, he glanced down to find the source of the sensation: a hand, covered by his own, twitching faintly in sleep.

His gaze followed the hand to its owner. She sat behind him on the ground, her head resting on her other arm, blonde hair falling messily across her face.

The events of the night before trickled back to him slowly. The offer. The warmth. The weight of her presence at his back. It all came rushing in, a quiet tide that brought with it an unfamiliar sense of calm.

His slight movement must have disturbed her, because she began to stir as well.

“Oh, good morning,” she murmured, her voice soft and tinged with sleep. A yawn escaped her lips. “Is it morning?”

“Spite says so,” he replied, his voice lower than usual, still rough with lingering sleep. “We slept a few hours, at least.”

Rook pulled her hand free from his, and already he missed the weight of it. She stretched lazily, arching her back with a contented sigh.

“Must say,” she began, a teasing lilt in her voice, “not the worst place I’ve slept. At least there are no fish here to judge me.”

He blinked at her, caught off guard. “The Fade fish are judging you?”

“Yes, the beady-eyed bastards,” she replied without missing a beat, tilting her head as though to listen for any phantom aquatic critics.

Lucanis stared, equal parts bewildered and amused.

“No one in the kitchen yet,” she observed, brushing her hair back and rising to her feet. “You want some coffee?”

“I’ll make it,” he said quickly, pushing himself upright.

“Oh, that was a quick dismissal,” she laughed, raising a brow.

He smirked faintly, shaking his head. “Viago taught you a lot. Unfortunately, I must agree with him on one point: the tenaciousness of your Ferelden heritage.”

“Tenaciousness?” she repeated, crossing her arms and mock-scowling at him.

“You at least appreciate coffee, which saves you from complete condemnation,” he continued, his tone turning dry. “But between you and Harding, I’d never willingly accept a cup from either of you. No offence.”

Rook gasped, clutching her chest in exaggerated horror. “Oh, no offence at all! Next time, I’ll be sure to serve it lukewarm and watered down, just for you.”

“Kind of you,” he drawled, the corners of his mouth twitching.

She laughed again, the sound warm and bright, and he felt the strange tension of the morning ease just a little.

“I hope you got some rest, Lucanis.” Her tone softened, becoming more serious.

“I... did. Thank you.” He inclined his head in a small bow, his hand resting lightly over his heart. But then, he hesitated, tilting his head with a faint look of surprise. “Spite wants to thank you as well, it seems.”

Rook’s smile returned, warm and reassuring. “Good. I’m here if you need anything, either of you.” Her tone turned playful again as she added, “Now, let’s see if you’ve accomplished what Viago apparently could not. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a chance to properly rile him up. Coffee?”

[vanilladollette]

write mlm for jeon jaejun pls!! I'm literally starving BECAUSE THERE ARE NO MLM FANFICS OF HIM😭😭😭

Love was the law and religion was taught

Pairing: Jeon Jae-Joon x male reader Summary: After years of secrecy, broken promises, and feeling like a hidden part of Jea-Joon’s life, you finally chose to leave the relationship and prioritize your own happiness.

Author's note: Honestly, I don't even know if anyone else is even writing for the Glory because I have only seen a small amount. Like where is everyone?

It was only a matter of time before you grew tired of Jea-Joon and decided to leave him. What surprised you most was not the act itself but how long it took for you to realize that Jea-Joon was never going to love you in the way he said he would. You’d held onto his promises, believed him when he said he’d stop keeping your relationship hidden. He swore over and over that one day, he’d announce it to the world, but that day never came. Eight years together and fifteen years of knowing him—what did you really have to show for it?

Looking back, you weren’t even sure if you could call it a relationship anymore. Jea-Joon’s frequent dalliances with women left little room for you to feel like you were truly his. At times, it felt like you were just a placeholder, someone to fill the void when he wasn’t out charming someone else.

Fifteen years ago, you’d met through mutual friends. He was magnetic even then, with a laugh that lit up a room and a smile that drew people in. The two of you hit it off immediately, but it was innocent back then—just two guys who connected on a deeper level than most. At the start, it was easy to convince yourself that you were just friends. But as the months passed, the way you looked at him began to change.

For you, it wasn’t shocking to develop feelings for another man. For Jea-Joon, it was a different story entirely.

He hadn’t expected to feel anything beyond friendship for you. At first, he convinced himself that his growing affection was just admiration, a deep appreciation for your friendship. But the way his heart raced around you, the way his gaze lingered a second too long—these weren’t feelings reserved for “just a friend.”

Jea-Joon resisted it with everything he had. He spent sleepless nights wrestling with the realization, wondering if something was wrong with him. Wasn’t he supposed to like women? Why did his thoughts always drift back to you? After a week of agonizing self-reflection, Jea-Joon finally accepted the truth: he might actually be gay.

Even so, accepting himself was only half the battle. Confessing his feelings to you was another. He couldn’t bear the thought of embarrassing himself, of risking your friendship or opening himself up to scrutiny from the people around him. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he gave people a reason to talk about him, to judge him?

Then came that night. The two of you had gotten drunk at a party, stumbling back to his place in a haze of laughter and slurred words. The next morning, he woke up in your bed—naked. His heart pounded as the memories from the night before slowly pieced themselves together. You were already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with an expression that was equal parts nervous and amused.

That’s when the truth spilled out. Tentatively, hesitantly, he admitted his feelings for you. To his surprise, you told him you felt the same. Relief flooded him, and for the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to hope.

You thought that moment would be the beginning of something beautiful. You thought that Jea-Joon would finally find the courage to be himself, that he’d embrace what you had together and share it with the world. But that wasn’t what happened.

When you brought up the idea of going public, Jea-Joon froze. He wasn’t ready, he told you. People didn’t know he was gay, and he wasn’t ready for them to know. You understood—at least at first. You agreed to keep your relationship a secret for his sake, telling yourself that he just needed time.

But time stretched on. In public, you were just friends. Behind closed doors, you were lovers. You told yourself it was enough. You told yourself you could wait.

What you hadn’t anticipated was how Jea-Joon would act in public. He flirted shamelessly with women, accepted their advances, and even entertained relationships with them. He acted like he was single, and you—well, you let him. At first, you justified it. He wasn’t ready to come out. He wasn’t ready to be open about you. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t just about fear. It was about his refusal to let go of the life he’d built for himself—the life that didn’t include you.

You tried to endure it. You told yourself that love meant sacrifice, that your patience would be rewarded. But there’s only so much one person can take before they break.

The day you decided to leave was both painful and liberating. You sat him down, your heart heavy with the weight of everything you were about to say. When you told him you wanted to end things, his reaction was immediate.

“No,” he said, his voice shaking. “I can fix this. Whatever I’ve done wrong, I’ll make it right. Just tell me what you need.”

You shook your head, cutting him off before he could spiral further into desperation. “It’s not about fixing anything, Jea-Joon. It’s about the promises you keep making—the promises you never keep. It’s about the way you pretend we’re just friends, like what we have doesn’t mean anything. I can’t do this anymore.”

He looked at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “I’m trying,” he whispered.

“And I’m tired,” you replied, your voice cracking. “I’m tired of waiting for a day that’s never going to come. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with being your secret. I’m not that kind of person, Jea-Joon. If you want to keep living like this, fine. But I can’t do it with you.”

You stood up, your hands trembling as you began packing a bag. He didn’t stop you. He just stood there, watching as the life you’d built together crumbled around him.

When you finally walked out the door, you felt a strange mixture of sorrow and relief. It hurt to leave, but staying had been hurting you for years. And for the first time in a long time, you chose yourself.

[jadeshifting]

i'm not sure if you already answered this buuuut i saw that you have a twd dr so i was wondering if you had ANY ideas (scenarios, advices, stuff to script) of how to make an apocalyptic dr (twd or not, it doesn't matter!) safe YET still interesting?

like i'm thinking about making a original one but idk if i'm keeping zombies/infected in (and maybe script that they're pretty much chill?? like they're there just for the vibe or something idk LMAOOO) or if i'm going with a "last persons on earth" kind of plot without any real danger (kinda boring maybe idk but at least it's pretty much 100% safe) and i'm/we're just exploring the now abandoned world, doing whatever we want kinda? aaaaa idk sorry i'm rambling!!! and maybe i'm not even making any sense omg

ANYWAY!!! LONG STORY SHORT: how to make a safe yet interesting apocalyptic dr? (and thx for your help<3)

hi !! happy to have another apocalypse shifter on my blog, i love a good apocalypse DR i think about them constantly

zombies there for the vibe & being chill made me laugh not them being background props LMAOOO but i get what u mean !! u could always script little things like they always walk, they’re not particularly fast or strong, or get rid of the concept of herds completely and script that they always travel alone or in small clusters.. maybe that their bite force isn’t all that strong and they have a hard time biting through jeans or other tough materials, so people wouldn’t be getting bitten through clothes as often. those are pretty basic ways to make them a lot less dangerous i think?

i vibe with the end-of-the-world exploring everything concept soooo much, i literally ramble about it in this post where i talk about the things i’m looking forward to in my walking dead DR, its a concept i love and one that i think could be so much fun with the right group of people, or intensely therapeutic and interesting if you did it alone !! don’t apologize babe i was born to understand your visions 🧘‍♀️

okay, so i’ve actually cracked the code to the apocalyptic multiverse… my secret weapon… to achieve an interesting but safe DR… the answer to it all… is under the cut… if u dare………

— LUCK :^) ( aka the secret weapon to surviving the apocalypse without getting rid of the plot )

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“I AM CONSISTENTLY AND PRETERNATURALLY LUCKY.”

cause that’s what makes things happen at the end of the day, right? you can be the most prepared, stocked up, and ready to handle the world, and still die at the hands of a creaky floorboard or an unlucky maneuver. that’s kind of what the apocalypse is all about—it treats everyone equally

being an uncannily lucky person influences things in a variety of seemingly tiny ways, ranging from small conveniences to life-saving occurrences :

⋆˙♱ a walker bites you, but it’s teeth don’t manage to get through your pants—so you’re fine

⋆˙♱ bullets miss you by a fraction of an inch, so close you can feel them pass you by—but they don’t hit you

⋆˙♱ you go through every pump at some abandoned ripped-through gas station, and the last pump somehow has a little bit left—just enough for you to get where you’re going

⋆˙♱ trekking through the woods and a rainstorm that kind of irritates you manages to wash away your tracks in the mud—no one can follow you now, and you didn’t even know they were

⋆˙♱ a vending machine you stumble across has one bag of chips still teetering at the edge, tucked towards the corner where no one saw it

⋆˙♱ you drop your knife fighting a walker, but it tumbles into the stream and you find it in the water a mile up the river—you’d already given up on getting it back

⋆˙♱ someone sneaking up on you happens to step on a loose floorboard, which groans loudly—it alerts you with just enough time to run or fight

⋆˙♱ your backpack rips, and you stumble across a mostly-used roll of duct tape not an hour later—there's just enough left to seal the rip

⋆˙♱ your group dismissed the old, rusty revolver you stumbled across because it looks so beaten-up there's no way it works—it fires clean on your first try

⋆˙♱ the rickety ladder you come across, one that groans and is horribly splintered, holds just long enough for you to climb it—it falls apart the moment you no longer need it

⋆˙♱ as a herd surrounds your hideout, a horrific storm rolls through and you think things could not get any worse—the pelting rain and roaring noise confuses and scatters the herd away from you

⋆˙♱ sometimes when walkers are chasing you, they trip over roots or rocks and they faceplant into the ground. ( maybe this one isn't even luck, walkers are fucking stupid )

this is a scripting tool i use in tons of my dangerous DRs, to circumvent getting busted up all the time

the important thing here is that the LUCK aspect doesn’t take away from the plot or anything interesting happening. you still get attacked or fight, get into sticky situations, have crazy things happen or follow the events of any show/movie you may be scripting for, but you’re lucky enough to walk out unscathed without it being some magical or unrealistic thing !! it makes it more interesting to find yourself consistently pretty successful, in my opinion. you stumble across cool things, escape bad situations and live to tell the tale.

sisyphus suffers for a reason, and it’d be the same thing in the apocalypse if you were constantly pushing forward and surviving, only for something awful to happen, and you to suffer a grievous injury or loss, over and over and over again. trying to make the best of things but taking hit after hit would be miserable, you know? that’s the biggest change i made to my DR that differentiates it from the source media (the walking dead for me) is that things do get better, and we do have good days, and we are working towards a peaceful future that we will eventually reach. a lot of that is luck, in my opinion !!

thank u for the message and happy shifting !! i’ll probs post some scenario ideas for apocalypse DRs soon, but in the meantime i hope u got something helpful from this in terms of danger prevention, mwah :^)

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[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Woke up for a cat, stayed awake for the invite to roast Lucifer. I’m going to be bringing up the leaks a little bit, but if you haven’t seen them, it should be fine. Nothing major.

What @spinedotlazuli1120 forgot to mention is that not only is Lucifer talking down to Alastor, he also refers to Vaggie as “Charlie’s girlfriend” and directly asks Angel what his name is. In the fourth episode.

Oh, I’ve heard the whole “they should make Hell a better place!” bit a thousand times. Now, would anyone in the class like to guess why that wasn’t possible in the first place? Ah, that’s right, it was Lucifer’s job, and he wasn’t doing it. Charlie already has her hands full, is anyone really going to expect her to take on even more of his duties?

Now, you got exactly one thing wrong. Lucifer has been calling his daughter, according to Charlie, but guess what? It gets worse! He only calls Charlie when he wants her to do something. Doesn’t that sound like a caring father?

I’m in the habit of hearing both sides of a debate before taking sides. As such, I’ve heard the “Lucifer is like that because he only sees the worst of humanity!” argument a hundred times at least. Well, firstly, that would imply he’s seeing sinners at all, or even sees them as human beings with a moral obligation. Secondly, he’s using this philosophy in the show to put down Charlie’s dreams, and he did it three times in one episode. Three! Once on the balcony, once during the attack on the hotel, and a third time while Alastor was playing with his food.

If Lucifer stays at the hotel, he’s going to end up an antagonist sooner or later. He may say he’ll support Charlie’s dreams whatever lies in store, but it looks like he’s not really doing anything to further her project along. He’s supporting her dreams in name only. The meeting with Heaven in episode six? He’s already sent her to deal with them once.

Oh, I almost forgot, he’s rude to staff, too. He addresses Alastor as a bellhop, uses his head as a prop twice in one song, insults everything Alastor does as soon as he finds out Alastor did it, and while Alastor is defending the hotel (thank you, Charlie, I hope I see more of your spine in the future!) he continues to ramble about how “sinners are violent psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destructing as they can”. Well, Lucifer, if you got off your ass and did something for once in your +10,000-year-long life, Alastor wouldn’t have to do anything about it.

And Alastor is the facility manager. Charlie addresses him as such when she’s introducing him to Sir Pentious. Meanwhile, Lucifer doesn’t acknowledge a single one of the other hotel residents, not even when they’re introduced to him, outside of Vaggie (and he immediately gets her name wrong!).

Little side tangent here, but if anyone thinks Lucifer can see sinners’ pasts, well, guess what? Instead of picking on literally anyone else, Lucifer chose to bully the mixed-race, non-white-passing (✨leaks✨) man from the Deep South. It’s a lose-lose situation. Either he didn’t know Alastor’s past, or he did. Alastor gets affected both ways.

We all know Lucifer could have only joined the final battle after a Hellborn (in this case, Charlie) was attacked. So how come the guy that can teleport didn’t get there faster? Hmmmm.

As for Lucifer’s reputation scaring off sinners, well, no argument there. And the reason this doesn’t apply to Alastor—The Actual Goddamn Radio Demon™—is because there is a set rule on how to safely interact with him: Do. Not. Fuck. With. Him. Alastor isn’t randomly targeting people in the street, only sinners that mess with him first get eaten. There’s a social rule in place here, and both parties are holding it up.

There are no such social rules with Lucifer. What guarantee do the sinners have that Lucifer won’t just snap them out of existence if they trip over his boot? None. And that’s what makes his presence, not Alastor’s, a genuine scare-off.

Lucifer’s presence at the hotel will be worse for it than anything Alastor could cook up in his free time.

honestly the show should have gotten charlie to put her foot down and tell her dad that he can't permanently stay in the hotel because 1. He's literally the king of hell, any potential residents might be scared shitless of his presence and drive them away, 2. Again, he's the king of Hell, he has a job to do, running Hell, that he didn't do correctly cause he's been stuck making rubber duckies. I know he's in a state of depression due to Lilith's absence and it's reasonable that he's not in the right place but it's not an excuse to ignore his duty to fuck around the hotel and make his daughter, who he neglected for a long time, uncomfortable. He's a grown adult, I'm not gonna baby him because of his condition (unlike the majority of the fandom cuz he's their poor sad uwu baby 😒) and neither should Charlie. Forgiveness doesn't happen overnight, if Lucifer wants to do right for Charlie, then he should get off his sorry ass, take responsibility by being an actual king and help Charlie in any way he can while giving her the space she needs.

Hardly agree, I don't think that Lucifer living in the there is neither good for the hotel or his relationship with Charlie

Like you already he said he could scare potentially residents away and I think people there could be uncomfortable with having the literally highest ranked person living there, like image being an ordinary person and the king of England is living in the same hotel as you

Also Lucifer and Charlie barely had contact for 7 years and then suddenly living together again? Like the hotel is huge but it is still a huge change living in the same building as your parents. I have a good relationship with my parents and still live home with them but i image after not living together with them for years and then suddenly moving back together would definitely cause some problems

Was there even a conversation between them where the two talked about how it would be when Lucifer lives there or did he decided it by himself to move there and didn't even ask her? We didn't saw anything in the show, so i could image both happening

How he handled his duties in the 7 years is something i ask myself, I don't image that he took care of them in himself so did he told someone to do it for him? We see in Helluva boss that Satan took practically over as the boss in court but i don't think he took any other Tasks from Lucifer at least nothing we know about. And we know that Satan uses his absent to tell lies, like that he ruled before Lucifer so that kind of backfired

Like the other sins probably rule their specific rings themselves without Lucifer, i can also image that before Liliths disappearances she ruled over pride ring with Lucifer and took care of the sinners there as we see that Lucifer didn't really seem to care about them

I personally believe that the ars goetias and Overlords also have a huge influence in pride. I personally headcanon that Paimon took over many of Lucifer's tasks as in the mythology he was describing as his most loyal servant (off topic but why isn't there more fanart of Paimon x Lucifers this is the real old man yaoi and not RA) and is the only "King" from the goetias we see in hellaverse

That with babying of Lucifer is something i agree especially that in my opinion Charlie forgave him too fast but that probably was because of the fast pacing of the show. But i don't really want to criticized him too much because of his depressions because i am not an expert in it and don't want to say anything wrong. One thing which annoys me is just when people use the excuse that he is too hurt because of Lilith disappearance and there for completely blameless for his bad relationship with Charlie and blame anything on her and ignore the fact that She was Charlie's mother and Charlie is hurt too

But in the end i don't think that it is going to be a problem in the show, simple because the writers won't probably make it one. Like i think they want Lucifer too bad to be part of the main cast and will ignore the theoretically problems which he could bring with him. Why focusing on the female characters of the main cast who didn't had much spotlight in the first season, just let us add a new male one who will steal the spotlight from them anyway especially his daughter, remember Charlie? The actually protagonist of the show!

Like we will have 3 woman in the main cast (Charlie, Vaggie and Nifty) and 6 men (Alastor, Angel dust, Husk, Lucifer Baxter and Sir pentious). It are double so many man than women there. At least i think it was said that Baxter probably will take over Sir pentious place in the hotel and that pentious background how he ended up in hell will be showed. Remember when people said that helluva boss is a male lead show and Hazbin hotel a female lead one?

[starry-bi-sky]

do yall ever think about bruce/batman!clone danny standing in front of his bathroom mirror after finding out he was a clone and silently tracing his face. The slope of his jaw and point of his chin. The high angle of his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes, the curve of his brow bones and the shape of his nose. The volume of his hair and the way it curls and gets fluffy when it gets too long.

His hair is black the same way a crow's wing is black. His dad's hair is black the same way a black bear's fur is black. His dad's eyes are blue like the ocean is blue. Danny's eyes are blue the same way a glacier is blue.

His dad has a square jaw and straight flat hair, and he tans and gets a face full of freckles when he's out in the sun for too long. Danny burns like a lobster and his face remains untouched. Danny has a sharp jaw and tall cheekbones, and Sam says when he's not smiling there's almost something regal about him. You would never call Jack Fenton "regal" when he's not smiling.

Sam says when he's not smiling he looks scary the same way a stone statue is. Jack Fenton when he's not smiling looks scary the same way that german shepherd staring at you across the street is.

Do you ever think he grew up wondering if he was adopted. Because of course, he has black hair and blue eyes like his dad. But having the same color doesn't make you someone's child.

Or, worse, things he's heard from the other kids and the other parents and even some of his teachers growing up; that he was the product of an affair. And that his dad was just too stupid to notice. And Danny would defend his parents until the day he died, because Jack Fenton wasn't an idiot and Maddie Fenton wasn't a cheater.

But doubt comes in with fickle tongue. his parents swear up and down that he is their child when he asks about either. That Danny just had his grandparents' features, but he was their son and they loved him.

But Danny doesn't look like either of his parents. His mom's eyes are blue like an aquamarine and Jazz's too. And they burn like lobsters in the sun too, but Jazz gets freckles on her face and so does Maddie. And as Danny grows up he doesn't bulk up or get stocky like his dad did, and when he hits puberty he doesn't shoot up like a tree like Jack Fenton did.

He stays small, and they say he's a late bloomer (and he is), or that he just has his mom's height. But he's fast and has good stamina, and some days it feels like he's built entirely different from his family. That the things they went through growing up just didn't apply to him. Jack and Maddie Fenton both had acne and breakouts when they hit puberty, and Jazz inherits it and he's seen the amount of skincare products she keeps on her side of the bathroom.

And then he hits puberty and breaks out maybe once or twice, but his skin stays clear for the most part and the problems and changes his dad went through just don't happen to him.

And the truth is worse than all of the lies.

How horrifying.

[wonderarium]

imagining a world where i can hyperfocus on drawing the same way i hyperfocus on pointless hobbies

[sourapplesauces]

OMG GUESS WHO PASSED!!! Im literally soaring rn WOOOO!!! I PASSED ALL MY FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wish me luck on my exam tomorrow !!

[possamble]

Do you have any plan to make some kind of bonus chapter or oneshot about marcille's perspective in little creature? It's not like I'm asking you for it ofc!! it's just that i think it'll be interesting to read, and especially since you had those tags about marcille after her fight/outburst with falin and how you couldn't add it to the fic because the fic is from falin's perspective

Probably not about anything that happens during a little creature, but maybe something before or after? Sometimes I do like to do "the other character thinking back to events while doing stuff in a sequel" oneshot type thing, but we'll see how it shakes out!

[takecarelove]

got flipped off...for driving behind someone? 😭

[james-spooky]

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